The KING'S Health: A CATCH Sung in Parts. Thomas D'Urfey Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. R17889 D'Urfey, Thomas, 1653-1723. New poems, consisting of satyrs, elegies, and odes together with a choice collection of the newest court songs set to musick by the best masters of the age / all written by Mr. D'Urfey. London Printed for J. Bullord ... and A. Roper ... 1690 pp. 98-99. [16],207,[1]p.

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The KING'S Health : A CATCH Sung in Parts . I. NOW Second Hannibal is come , O'er frozen Lakes and mounts of Snow , To found our Faith on conquer'd Rome , And give Proud France a fatal Blow . II . Well may our Phaebus disappear , And set his Glory in the Sea ; If Planets of a lower Sphere , Can give us greater light than he . III . Fryars and Monks , and all those bald-pate Fools , With Wafers , Oyntments , Beads and Shams , Pardons and Antichristian Bulls . Must yield to Belgick battering Rams . IV . Infallibility is gone , And Judges of Dispensing Powers , That had thier Country quite undone , Was ever known such Sons of Whores ? V. Drink all around , then by consent , Health to the Monarch of the Land , The Queen , and healing Parliament ; Pledge me six Bumpers in a hand , And when the Jesuits you see , Dangling upon the Triple Tree , Fill up six more , and sing with me , A Plague on senseless Popery .