Pamphlets and Parodies on Political SubjectsHone, William
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Pamphlets and Parodies on Political Subjects
Hone, William
Political satire, English
If a ruler hearken to lies, all his servants are
wicked. _Prov. xxix. 12._
The wicked walk on every side when the vilest men
are exalted. _Psalm xii. 8._
They are exalted for a little while, but they are
gone and brought low: they are taken out of the way
as all other, and cut off as the tops of green corn.
_Job, xxiv. 24._
A righteous man falling down before the wicked is
as a troubled fountain, and a corrupt spring. _Prov.
xxv. 26._
A wise king scattereth the wicked, and bringeth
the wheel over them. _Prov. xx. 26._
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_This Hymn following may be used; one Verse by the
Priest, and another by the Clerk and People._
O GIVE thanks unto the Lord, for he is gracious:
and his mercy endureth for ever. _Psalm cvii. 1.
Let them give thanks whom the Lord hath redeemed:
and delivered from the hand of the enemy. Verse 2._
Many a time have they fought against me from my
youth up. _Psalm cxxix. 1._
_Yea, many a time have they vexed me from my youth
up: but they have not prevailed against me. Verse 2._
They have privily laid their net to destroy me
without a cause: yea, even without a cause have they
made a pit for my soul. _Psalm xxxv. 7._
_They have laid a net for my feet, and pressed down my
soul: they have digged a pit before me, and are fallen
into the midst of it themselves. Psalm lvii. 7._
Great is our Lord, and great is his power: yea,
and his wisdom is infinite. _Psalm cxlvii. 5._
_The Lord setteth up the meek: and bringeth the un-
godly down to the ground. Verse 6._
_Two Psalms appointed in the Book of Common Prayer
to be said on the 29th of each month throughout the year._
PSALM CXL. _Eripe me, Domine._.
DELIVER me, O Lord, from the evil man: and
preserve me from the wicked man.
2 Who imagine mischief in their hearts: and stir
up strife all the day long.
3 They have sharpened their tongues like a ser-
pent: adders' poison is under their lips.
4 Keep me, O Lord, from the hands of the un-
godly: preserve me from the wicked men, who are
purposed to overthrow my goings.
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5 The proud have laid a snare for me, and spread
a net abroad with cords: yea, and set traps in my
way.
6 I said unto the Lord, Thou art my God: hear
the voice of my prayers, O Lord.
7 O Lord God, thou strength of my health: thou
hast covered my head in the day of battle.
8 Let not the ungodly have his desire, O Lord:
let not his mischievous imagination prosper, lest they
be too proud.
9 Let the mischief of their own lips fall upon the
head of them: that compass me about.
10 Let hot burning coals fall upon them: let them
be cast into the fire, and into the pit, that they never
rise up again.
11 A man full of words shall not prosper upon the
earth: evil shall hunt the wicked person to overthrow
him.
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