The Whiggish Poet's Recantation: With an Account of his Misfortune in his counterfeit Lawyer's Gown. When that I in a Lawyer's Gown, Was got amongst the Lawyers; I in my chewce was quickly found, I looked 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 whigs in Awe, and check their damned designing, I writ in praise of Tony, in short it was for Money; But when I see, their Treachery, I'd be no more their Crony. No whining, nor pining, etc. I was a noble Spender, when Tony lived in Splendour, I used to write, The whigs delight; to me much Fame did render. No whining, nor pining, &c And I was mighty handy, in filling out the Brandy; I'd Smoke and funk, till I was drunk, few whigs could go beyond me. No whining, nor pining, etc. Those days Sir, while they lasted, I had Sack when I asked it: When I was drunk they sent me home safe in a Porters Basket. No whining, nor pining, etc. When Russel was Arraigned, a Lawyer's Gown I gained; I asked the Case, to my disgrace, and all my Credit stained. No whining, nor pining, etc. With Lawyers I Conversed, but quickly was disgraced; I was undone, and forced to run, and dare not stand to face it. No whining, nor pining, etc. Ambition so abounded, and I with shame surrounded: I with my Gown, was tumbled down, and all my Wits confounded. No whining, nor pining, etc. This did eclipse my glory, a sad and dismal Story; The Rabble I, will now defy, and turn a Loyal Tory. No whining, nor pining, etc. 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 whigs in Awe, and check their damned designing. London, Printed for M. Smelled, in the Year, 1684.