A Trimmer's Confession of Faith: Or, The True Principles of A Jack of Both-Sides.
Tune of, VVhich no body can deny.
Licensed according to Order.
I.
PRay lend me your Ears, if you've any to spare,
You that love Common-wealth, as you hate Common-Pray'r,
Who can in a Breath pray, Dissemble and Swear;
Which no Body can deny.
II.
I'm sometimes o'th' wrong side, and sometimes the Right;
To day I'm a Jack, and tomorrow a Mite:
I for either King pray, but for neither dare sight;
VVhich no Body can deny.
III.
I'm sometimes a Rebel, and sometimes a Saint,
sometimes can Swear, and at other times Cant;
There's nothing but Grace (I thank God) that I want:
VVhich no Body can deny.
IV.
Old Babylon's Whore I cannot endure her;
I'm a Sanctified Zealot, there's none can be purer:
For-Swearing I hate, like any Non-Juror;
VVhich no Body can deny.
V.
Of Gracious King William I am a great Lovea,
Yet I side with a Party that prays for Another;
I drink ihe King's Health, take it one way or t'other:
Which no Body can deny.
VI.
Precisely I creep like a Snail to the Meeting;
VVhere Sighing I meet with such sorrowful Greeting,
Makes me hate a long Pray'r, and five hours prating:
Which no Body can deny.
VII.
[...]d there I Sing Psalms, as if never weary;
I must confess, when I'm frolick and merry,
[...]e Musick I find in a Boat to the Ferry:
Which no Body can deny.
VIII.
I pledge ev'ry Health my Companions drink round;
I can say Heavens bless, or the Devil confound:
I can hold with the Hare, and run with the Hound:
VVhich no Body can deny.
IX.
I can pray for a Bishop, and curse an Arch-Deacon;
I can seem very sorry that Charlerey's taken;
I can any thing say, to save my own Bacon:
Which no Body can deny.
X.
Sometimes for a good Common-wealth I am wishing;
O Oliver! Oliver! give us thy Blessing;
For in troubled VVaters I vow I love Fishing:
VVhich no Body can deny.
XI.
The Times are so ticklish, I vow and profess,
I know not which Party or Cause to embrace;
I'll besure to side with those that are least in distress;
VVhich no body can deny.
XII.
With the Jacks I rejoyce that Savoy's defeated;
VVith the Whigs I seem pleased he's so bravely retreated;
Friends and Foes are by me both equally treated,
Which no body can deny.
XIII.
Each Party, we see, now are full of great hope;
There's some for the Devil, and some for the Pope;
And I am for any thing, but for a Rope:
Which no body can deny.
London, Printed for R. Kell, near West-Smithfield. 1694.