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F all the arts the De’il did ſhow.

His Maſter-piece I Pop’ry view!

for being himſelf with Heav’n at odds,

He taught them firſt to eat their Gods!

Which wicked, faife, and cunning trick.

Was firſt invented by Old Nick!

Fa, la, Fa, la, &c.

They ſay the Pope can pardon ſin ,

If that be true, we’ve need of him;

For there’s no fear but we’ll get work

For him and all his helliſh folk,

As long’s his maſter, Devil, can

Unthinking mortals thus trepan.

Yes, work enough, that’s very ſure:

But what becomes of all that’s poor?

To Purgatory trip muſt they;

Unleſs with bribes the Prieſt you pay:

And there they ly a thouſand years;

The leaſt he’ll take’s a peck of bear.

The porter too muſt have his groat,

Or then he’ll take you by the throat;

And a wax candle there muſt be,

Through Purgatory for to ſee.

Firſt be ſure to get them money;

They’d work for that if they work any!