Classic Poem

From Braddon's penniless subornation,
From immoderate fines and defamation,
And from a bar of assassination,
Libera nos Domine.

From a lawyer that scolds like an oyster wench,
From an English body and a mind that is French,
And from the new Bonner upon the bench,
Libera nos Domine.

From the partial preaching that is now in fashion,
From divinity to undo a nation,
From wooden shoes and transubstantiation,
Libera nos Domine.

From the nonsensical cant of a loyal Addressor,
From the impudent shams of popish professor,
And from Protestant zeal in a popish successor,
Libera nos Domine.

From all those Esau's within their nonage,
That would both our laws and liberties forage,
And sell their birthright for a mess of court pottage,
Libera nos Domine.

From juries that murder do justice call,
And undoing of men a matter but small,
And from the Star Chamber in Westminster Hall,
Libera nos Domine.