STRANGE'S CASE, STRANGELY ALTERED  
 
Or, a HUE and CRY after a Strange old Yorkish Tike full of Black and Blue, Red and Yellow Spots, of a Motley, Dun, Brindled, ill-livered Colour; neither Mastiff nor Mongrel, Tumbler or Lurcher, Lap-Dog nor Setter, Bull-Dog or Bear-Dog, Wolf-Dog or Sheep-Biter, but all of them: of a Strange Amphibious Nature, lives on Land or on Water, in Court or in Kennel, run away from his Master, about the 26th Instant, seen on Saturday last behind a Coach, between Sam's Costee-House, and Madam Cellier's, whoever hath (or shall) take him up, have a special care of him (unless you know his ill qualities) for he has a thousand Dog-Tricks, (viz.) to Fetch for the Papists, Carry for the Protestants, Whine to the King, Dance to Noll's Fiddle, Fa●● on the Courtier, Leap at their Crusts, wag his Tail at all Bitch's, hunt Counter to the Plot, Tonge-Pad the Evidence, and Cringe to the Crucifix; but above all this, he has one damned old ●rick of slipping the Halter. If there be any that can give notice of this dangerous Cur, to the men in Authority (who have been several days in Grand Quest after him) or bring him (if h●●e not there already) to the Sign of the Pope's Demi-Culverin, next Door to the Masquerade Committee, in the Street of St. Lud, or to the Tantivie Abhorrers, at the Levitical-Club-House in 〈◊〉 Mary-Alley, so that he may be tied up from his Meat, for the Good of the Public; he will do his Country good Service, the Protestants Right, the Law Justice, the King a Kindness, undeceive the Church, and himself a mighty Favour in obtaining the Marks-Royal, of a Loyal true Englishman, a Right good Protestant, and a hearty Lover of his King and Country; all Which shall be paid him down (on the Spot) for his honest Care and Pains.  

The Figures above may be thus Explained.  

I.  
WAS ever Gallows better set,  
Where Hangman, Rope and Roger met?  
No Fault at all (save one)  
The Cur by chance the Noose did slip,  
By help of Devil and his Whip,  
Ill Luck as could have come.   

II.  
Thus having 'scapt the Fatal Tree  
In devilish haste, away flies he  
For Scotland, France or Rome;  
No matter which (for all he strives)  
And needs must go, when Devil drives,  
Together with his BROME.   

III.  
The Cur thus scared, is skulkt from Town,  
With Cross, and Beads, and Pen in's Crown,  
About his Neck the Rope,  
Was Fellow to the self same String  
In which St. Coleman Late did swing;  
Blessed Relics for the Pope.   

IV.  
Behold, how Strange doth Levite look!  
Now Champion has the Cause forsook,  
They'll want their Rogers-Trusty  
To Bark against Dissenters loud,  
May please the Knaves, and cheat the Crowd,  
With Lies grown stale and musty.   

V.  
The Devil too's turned Cat i'th' Pan,  
Now Hodge hath served him all he can,  
What would the Devil have more?  
'Tis pretty sport to see his Sire  
Thus Lash his Haunches for his Hire,  
'Cause he the Mass forswore.   

VI  
But Father Pope is wondrous kind  
Unto his Bandog, out of wind,  
See how the Knave does sawn,  
When Towzer (Rogue enough) has been,  
To merit from the Man of Sin  
As well is Sleeves of Lawn.   

VII.  
Next take a view of Macks sweet Face,  
To whom the Tories all give place,  
And hereby hangs a Tale.  
He buys a Traitor's Service dear,  
Who runs, and hides his Head for fear,  
When's Plotting can't prevail.   

VIII.  
Now, Pluto, is your time; put on,  
And take them all to Acheron,  
It is your due to have 'em,  
Secure them on Stygian Shore  
That they may trouble us no 〈◊〉,  
And hang them up that save 〈◊〉.    
Amen.