The Whiggish poet's recantation with an account of his misfortune in his counterfeit lawyers gown ... : to the tune of No ignoramus juries now. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A65636 of text R26314 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing W1652). 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 A65636 Wing W1652 ESTC R26314 09427618 ocm 09427618 43050 2264193249

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A65636) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 43050) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 1319:28) The Whiggish poet's recantation with an account of his misfortune in his counterfeit lawyers gown ... : to the tune of No ignoramus juries now. 1 broadside. Printed for M. Smelt, London : 1684. Satirical ballad. Reproduction of original in the Harvard University Library. eng Rye House Plot, 1683. Great Britain -- Politics and government -- 1660-1688. eebo The Whiggish poet's recantation with an account of his misfortune in his counterfeit lawyers gown ... : to the tune of No ignoramus juries now. [no entry] 1684 1 458 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2008-02 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-03 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-04 Sampled and proofread 2008-04 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The Whiggish Poet's Recantation : With an Account of his Misfortune in his counterfeit Lawyers Gown . When that I in a Lawyers Gown , Was got amongst the Lawyers ; I in my chewce was quickly found , I look'd more like a Sawyer . To the Tune of , No Ignoramus Juries now . THis is my Reformation , and perfect Recantation , Which shall appear , both far and near , through all the Land and Nation , No Whining , nor Pining , nor Loyalty declining ; But let the Law , keep Whiggs in Awe , and check their damn'd designing , I writ in praise of Tony , in short it was for Mony ; But when I see , their Treachery , I 'de be no more their Crony . No whining , nor pining , &c. I was a noble Spender , when Tony liv'd in Splendor , I us'd to write , The Whiggs delight ; to me much Fame did render . No whining , nor pining , &c And I was mighty handy , in filling out the Brandy ; I 'de Smoke and funk , till I was drunk , few whiggs could go beyond me . No whining , nor pining , &c. Those days Sir , while they lasted , I had Sack when I ask't it : When I was drunk they sent me home safe in a Porters Basket . No whining , nor pining , &c. When Russel was Arraigned , a Lawyers Gown I gained ; I ask'd the Case , to my disgrace , and all my Credit stained . No whining , nor pining , &c. With Lawyers I Converced , but quickly was disgraced ; I was undone , and forc'd to run , and dare not stand to face it . No whining , nor pining , &c. Ambition so abounded , and I with shame surrounded : I with my Gown , was tumbled down , and all my Wits confounded . No whining , nor pining , &c. This did eclipse my glory , a sad and dismal Story ; The Rabble I , will now defie , and turn a Loyal Tory. No whining , nor pining , &c. God Bless great CHARLES and Jemmy , and all the whole Retinue , With Peace and Love , down from Above , with happy Days and many . No whining , nor pining , nor Loyalty declining ; But let the Law , keep Whiggs in Awe , and check their damn'd designing .

London , Printed for M. Smelt , in the Year , 1684.