A litany FOR S. OMERS, PART II.  
From the same Hand, and to the same Tune.  

FRom all that like the Triple Crown,  
And worship Maries silken Gown:  
From every Corydon and Clown,  
Who now are( in) or( out) of Town.  
Libera nos, &c.   

From all the Rascally Besetters,  
And all that like to go in Fetters:  
From all the FATE of Colemans Letters,  
For which he was before his Betters.  
Libera nos, &c.   

From all who choose to lie in Straw,  
And all against that Sweedish-Law,  
Which keeps the JESUITS so in Awe,  
That there they dare not set a Paw.  
Libera nos, &c   

From Enemies to Grace and Glory,  
And from a profligated TORY:  
So charmed with Romance and Story,  
Not paying Homage to the Hoary.  
Libera nos, &c.   

From him that putteth Bad for Good,  
But plainly( now) is understood:  
Who waiteth for a Romish HOOD,  
And longs to go in Shoes of WOOD.  
Libera nos, &c.   

From all the Vile Knights of the Post,  
That of their villainy do boast:  
From all that Protestants do roast,  
And also from an IRISH-HOST.  
Libera nos, &c.   

From all that live to Drink and Dance,  
Who Providence turn into Chance:  
From all Compliers( now) with France,  
And from all Enemies to PRANCE.  
Libera nos, &c.   

From all that worship Wafer-Gods,  
And( vilely) Nations set at Odds:  
Who are( at best) but earthen Clods,  
And merit more than Bridewel-Rods.  
Libera nos, &c.   

From all that plow with Ox, and Ass,  
And from a Frenchified Lass:  
From all Adorers of the Mass,  
Who bow to Wood, and ston, and Brass.  
Libera nos, &c.   

From charmed ones with Guiney-Pigs,  
And all that bowl without their Trigs:  
From all who like the Spanish Figs,  
And TORIES who abhor the WHIGS.  
Libera nos, &c.   

From every monopoliser,  
And also from a Temporizer:  
From every fat Gormandizer,  
And from a sordid Stigmatizer.  
Libera nos, &c.   

From all that set a COMPASS wide,  
Yet( only) study Wind and Tide:  
From all that play and cheat at hid,  
And from a Frenchified Bride.  
Libera nos, &c.   

From Him who is so full of Ire,  
As if he had some savage Sire:  
Who could piss out the City Fire,  
So much as( then) He did desire.  
Libera nos, &c.   

From all who daily lay a Snare  
For Innocents, but Nocents spare:  
Who in their handiwork may share,  
And not appear a Match for CARE.  
Libera nos, &c.   

From every insipid Jack,  
That Brains as well as Bags doth lack:  
From Newgate-Midwife, and her BLACK,  
Who plot for Protestants a RACK.  
Libera nos, &c.   

From Millers chiefly wishing Grist,  
And Smiters with a wicked Fist:  
From all that PAPISTS( slily) list,  
And also from a Scotish-Mist.  
Libera nos, &c.   

From all that's lately falsely made,  
And may to others be a SHADE:  
From all who drive the Devils Trade,  
And dare not call a Spade a SPADE.  
Libera nos, &c.   

From him that likes not Trout, or Tench,  
And from the tyrannizing French:  
From sending of another WENCH  
To be indulged Bed and Bench.  
Libera nos, &c.   

From all the TORIES at S. Ives,  
And also from all Romish Knives:  
From( ruled) Husbands( ruling) Wives,  
And from all such domestic Lives.  
Libera nos, &c.   

From all infernal Newgate-Art,  
That's now in value like a FART:  
Who may in time experience Smart,  
And ride to Tyburn in a CART.  
Libera nos, &c.   

From all who deepest Oaths do think,  
The greatest rhetoric, and w●●k  
From all that like to led may sink,  
Yet Healths to D. and Devil drink.  
Libera nos, &c.   

From every suborned PAIN,  
Who thirsteth for to slay the SLAIN:  
From all would go to Hell for Gain,  
And introduce a Foreign Train.  
Libera nos, &c.   

From FAUXES and their lanterns dark,  
From Tyburn-Langhorn's quondam clerk,  
Who roars, but sings not like a Lark,  
And meriteth his Masters Mark.  
Libera nos, &c.   

From PLUTO and from Popish not,  
Who eats in Lent no Lean nor Fat:  
From Sacramental-Roger's Roger's Cat,  
And also from a Crape CU-RAT.  
Libera nos, &c.   

From every perjured Elector,  
And every Protestant Dissector:  
From evr'y daring, damning Hector,  
And also from a shitten RECTOR.  
Libera nos, &c.   

Ah! but there's yet another Tool,  
Who is( at once) both Knave and Fool:  
Let him go to S. OMERS School,  
If that he cannot go to Stool.  
Alas! he is a broken Reed,  
Yet longeth O●hers for to bleed:  
But give me leave now to proceed,  
And cast away this stinking Weed.  
From that L'STRANGE, that's a strange Lee,  
Who stingeth worse than any Bee:  
This Norfolk Dumplin once did flee,  
From Englands POWER to get free:  
When this arise, I clearly see,  
Unto S. OMERS goeth HE,  
In Rimmons house to bow his Knee,  
For libeling to that Degree:  
But this would be a Grief to Me,  
Who should go rather for his Fee  
To NEWGATE; thence to TYBURN-TREE.  
Libera nos, &c.   

From him that is the Devils Guest,  
Yet by a( ghostly) Father blessed:  
From Wakeman, Gascoin, and the rest,  
Who long have been the Nations PEST.  
Libera nos, &c.   

From him that understands not Reason,  
But like a NABAL calls it Treason;  
And from a Dish that's out of Season.  
From him who knows not Sea from Channel,  
But leaves a Saddle for a panel,  
And would have all interred in Flannel.  
Libera nos, &c.   

From all that break upon the Wheel,  
( When they themselves no Torture feel:)  
From all that whip with Rods of STEEL,  
And with a ROMAN-CUP do reel.  
Libera nos, &c.   

From all that limp, yet are not lame,  
And( solely) lay on others Blame:  
From every confessing DAME,  
And Others whom I dare not name.  
Libera nos, &c.   

From Him who makes a Galley-slave,  
And every out-landish Knave,  
That nothing more desires to have,  
Than live to dig anothers GRAVE.  
Libera nos, &c.   

From bloody Butchers, and doughty Bakers,  
With all that are Foundation-shakers:  
From all S. OMERS Undertakers,  
And also from all Smithfield-Stakers.  
Libera nos, &c.   

From every informing Saul,  
That unto SATAN gives the Wall:  
To bring Dissenters into Thrall,  
Though into Hell himself doth fall.  
Libera nos, &c.   

From every Dog that will not fetch,  
And from a sanguinary catch,  
Who is so merciless a Wretch,  
When he at Tyburn Persons stretch.  
Libera nos, &c.   

From him who sees no Wood for Trees,  
And yet is busy as the Bees:  
From him that's settled on his Lees,  
And speaketh not without his Fees.  
Libera nos, &c.   

From all that cause domestic strife;  
A smoking Chimney, stabbing Knife;  
A tired Horse, and scolding WIFE,  
That Death is wished and not Life.  
Libera nos, &c.   

From every( Military) Feast,  
Where ENOSH drinketh like a Beast,  
And where the Greatest is not Least.  
Libera nos, &c.   

From all the Enemies to KNOX,  
And also from Pandora's BOX:  
From Adders unto Plebis VOX,  
And from the Frenchified POX.  
Libera nos, &c.   

From all the imitate Jane Shore,  
An( infamous though( Royal) WHORE,  
And died in a Ditch therefore.  
Libera nos, &c.   

From all Compliers with the Time,  
Who judge not Sin to be a Crime:  
From all who boast themselves sublime,  
And will not buy this NON-CON-RIME.  
Libera nos, &c.    
said male dum recitas incipit esse Tuum. 
London: Prin●ed for W. Richard. 1682.