Lines Written in a Lincoln's Inn Boghouse

From peace with the French and war with the Dutch,
From a new mouth which will cost us as much,
And from councils of wits which advise us to such,
Libera nos, Domine .

From Pope and from priests which lead men astray,
From fools that by cheats will be so led away,
From saints that " Go to the Devil" will pray,
Libera nos, Domine .

From Parliament-sellers elected for ale,
Who sell the weal public to get themselves bail,
And if e'er it be dissolv'd will die in a jail,
Libera nos, Domine .
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