Tony's lamentation, or, Potapski's city-case being his last farewel to the consecrated Whigs : the tune is, Let Oliver now be forgotten. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A62936 of text R33693 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing T1891). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 3 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 A62936 Wing T1891 ESTC R33693 13549992 ocm 13549992 100177 2240943465

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A62936) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 100177) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 1558:26) Tony's lamentation, or, Potapski's city-case being his last farewel to the consecrated Whigs : the tune is, Let Oliver now be forgotten. 1 broadside Printed for VV. Griggs ..., London : 1682. In verse. With music. "Satire on the Earl of Shaftsbury"--NUC pre-1956 imprints. Reproduction of original in the Harvard University Library. eng Shaftesbury, Anthony Ashley Cooper, -- Earl of, 1621-1683. Great Britain -- Politics and government -- 1660-1688 -- Poetry. eebo Tony's lamentation: or, Potapski's city-case. Being his last farewel to the consecrated Whigs. The tune is, Let Oliver now be forgotten. [no entry] 1682 1 413 0 0 0 10 0 0 2421.31 F The rate of 2421.31 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the F category of texts with 100 or more defects per 10,000 words. 2008-01 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-02 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-03 Sampled and proofread 2008-03 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
TONY's Lamentation : OR , POTAPSKI's City-Case . BEING Dis Last Farewel to the Consectated WHIGS : The Tune is , Let Oliver now be forgotten . A Las ! poor Unfortunate TONY , where now must thou hide thy old head ? That has not so much as one Crony dares own the great things thou hast said : Is this the thanks of the Nation , For thy Association , And Liberty , That Reformation , — which I prescrib'd to set you all free . Ungrateful unsensible Cullies , to leave your Decriped Patroon , Toth ' merciless rage of the Bullies , and Tories in every Lampoon : Is then your City protection , And all the vow'd Affection , For your New Church , In such Destraction , That you will leave your Peer in the Lurch . How oft have I treated the Rabble , and made the poor Doctor to Peach ? Confusion to all which were able , and did not assist in the Breach : Are all your Butchers and Weavers , And Mobbily Believers , But whilst I treat Damn'd deceivers , What Fool by you can hope to be great ? How much did you praise and adore me , for Voting No York , No Lawn Sleeves ? And now to please those which abhor me , have set up two Protestant Shrieffs : If ‛ Oats should peach , I 'le assure ye , You 'l hardly find such a Jury , As I have done , Think of the Fury , He once dicharg'd in Pickerings Gun . Remember the Key-hole , and Lin'd too , through which your Divine bravely swore , And think of the thing was design'd too , then tell me whose Vizage it wore : Were these such petty Inventions , And what the Authors did since , To be forgot , Where 's your Conscience ? If this can be , sure Natures a Scot. Then farewel thou Treacherous City , for ever I 'le bid thee adieu , Thou never wer 't Honest and Witty , nor never to any side true : I see the end that you drive at , Which lest your hopes arrive at , I have slunk away , To Hang in private , And rob the World of a Holliday .

London , Printed for W. Griggs , in the Year , 1682.