Then she was brought to _Newgate_ Gaol, And there was Naked stripp'd; They whipp'd her till the Cords did fail, As Dogs us'd to be whipp'd: Poor City Maids shed many a Tear, When she was lash'd and bang'd; And had she been a _Cavalier_, Surely she had been hang'd. _Help House of Commons_, &c. Hers was but _Fornication_ found, For which she felt the Lash: But his was _Bugg'ry_ presum'd, Therefore they hanged _Swash_: What will become of _Bishops_ then, Or _Independency_? For now we find both Dogs and Men, Stand up for PRESBYTRY. _Help House of Commons_, &c. She might have took a _Sow-gelder_, With _Synod-men_ good store, But she would have a _Lay-Elder_, With Two Legs and Two more: Go tell the _Assembly_ of Divines, Tell Adoniram blue; Tell _Burgess_, _Marshall_, _Case_ and _Vines_, Tell _Now-and-Anon_ too. _Help House of Commons_, &c. Some say she was a _Scottish_ Girl, Or else (at least) a Witch; But she was born in _Colchester_, Was ever such a Bitch: Take heed all Christian Virgins now, The _Dog-Star_ now prevails; Ladys beware your Monkeys too, For Monkeys have long Tails. _Help House of Commons_, &c. Bless _King_ and _Queen_, and send us Peace, As we had Seven Years since: For we remember no _Dog-days_, While we enjoy'd our Prince: Bless sweet Prince _Charles_, Two _Dukes_, Three Girls, Lord save his _Majesty_; Grant that his _Commons_, _Lords_, and _Earls_, May lead such lives as _He_. _Help House of Commons_, &c. _Plain Proof Ruin'd: Or, a Grand_ CHEAT _Discover'd._ [Music] Bold Impudent _Fuller_ invented a Plot, And all to discover the Devil knows what; About a young Bantling strangely begot. _Which no body can deny._ The better to cheat both the Fools and the Wise, He Impos'd on a Nation a Hundred of Lies; That none but a Knight of the Post could devise. _Which no body can deny._ He tells us he had the Honour to peep, In the Warming-pan where the _Welch_ Infant did sleep; And found out a Plot which was Damnable deep, _Which no Body can believe._ Then to the Wise Senate he suddenly went, Where he told all the Lies that he then could invent, For which he was Voted a Rogue by consent, _Which no Body can deny._ And tho' he was Punish'd for that his Offence, He has almost forgot it, it was so long since, Therefore the whole Game he began to Commence, _Which no Body can deny._ Then he to the Lords his bold Letters did send, And told the high Peers, that the Plot he could mend, And make it as plain, as he first did pretend, _Which no Body can deny._ He told them his Witnesses were mighty Men, That wou'd come to the Town, tho' the Devil knows when, And make _William Fuller_ once famous agen, _Which no Body can deny._ The Lords they were Generous, Noble and Kind, And allowed him Freedom his 'Squires to find, The which he will do when the Devil is Blind, _Which no Body can deny._