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Tho' the French have it plain, un fou,
    I say nought of his Face,
    But his stigmatiz'd Dress,
You'll find is a Coventry Blue.

    And now this is past,
    To dear Stonely I hast,
That its Patron my Praise may share,
    Spite do what it can,
    He that looks like a Man,
May still find a Welcome there:
    The Queen still goes round,
    And the Warriours renown'd,
The Church too, and all its Sons,
    Who cry, let's go there,
    Some good News we shall hear,
Lord Thomas has fir'd his Guns.

    Lord Digby of late
    Is so wondrous sedate,
That 'tis counted a kind of Crime,
    Condemn'd to his house,
    Without sometimes a Loose,
He'd be sainted before his time;
    A regular Life,
    Free from Faction and Strife,
Gains Applause still amongst the Wise;
    But who shuns all Converse,
    Lives as 'twere in a Hearse,
And is dead now, before he dies.