Soveraign to be their Slave Desiring him that he would be Betray'd to them most loyally For it were Meeknesse sure in him To be a Vice-Roy unto Pym And if he would a while lay down His Scepter Majestie and Crown He should be made for time to come The greatest Prince in Christendom Charles at this time not having need Thank'd them as much as if he did This is the happy wish'd event Of Privilege of Parliament Pym that ador'd Publicola Who play'd the base Who got a Lust to sacrifice The HeroeÌ„ to the Peoples Eyes Whose back-from-Hell-fetch'd-knaverie By some is nick-nam'd policie Would be a Lyon with a pox When at the best hee 's but a Fox And just like him that set on fire The hallowed Ephesian Spire Hath purchas'd to be largely known In that he is an Addage grown All this to honest John is lent By Privilege of Parliament The Valiant House was not afeard To pull our Aaron by the Beard To hide dark deeds from Gazers sights Strove to blow out the Churches Lights That squares might run round as their head They long to have the Rochet sped They Vote down Universities Lest men from thence become too wise And their benighted deeds display Whose works of darknesse hate the day Hence they prefer in every Town The Petticoat before the Gown These blessings to the Land are sent By Privilege of Parliament They put forth Orders Declarations Unacted Laws and Protestations Oâ— which all can be said is this The whole is one Parenthesis Because the sence without all doubt Were ne're the lesse were all left out Petitions none must be presented But what are by themselves invented Else they not heal but Cicatrize And from the cure a Scar doth rise Though Holy Cut the fault commit Yet â—ong tail must be paid for it Unto this wound was laid a Tent By Privilege of Parliament They paid the Scottish debt and thus To be more honest they rob'd us They feed the poor with what think ye Why sure with large Calamity And once a month they think it fitting To fast from sin because from sitting They would have winde and storms supprest To drive the Hallcyon from her Nest Charles is a Picture they make bold To use the Scepter he should hold They'd pull down one but give as good A Golden Crown made up of Wood And thus is Justice justly rent By Privilege of Parliament The Call Hoe Yes IF there be any Traytor Viper or Wigeon That will fight against God for the true Religion That to maintain the Parliaments Votes Of all true Subjects will cut the throats That for the King and his Countries good Will consume all the Land with Fire and Blood I say If any such Traytor Viper Mutineer be born Let him repair to the Lord with the double gilt Horn. Englands Woe I Mean to speak of Englands sad fate To help in mean time the King and his Mate That 's ruled by an Antipodian State Which no body can deny But had these seditious times been when We had the life of wise Poet Ben Parsons had never been Parliament men Which no body can deny Had Statesmen read the Bible throughout And not gone by the Bible so round about They would have ruled themselves without doubt Which no body can deny But Puritans now bear all the sway They 'll have no Bishops as most men say But God send them better another day Which no body can deny Zealous P has threatned a great downfall To cut off long locks that is bushy and small But I hope he will not take ears and all Which no body can deny P Burton sayes women that 's lewd and loose Shall wear no stallion locks for a bush They 'll only have private boyes for their use Which no body can deny They 'll not allow what pride it brings Nor favours in hats nor no such things They 'll convert all ribbands to Bible strings Which no body can deny God blesse our King and Parliament And send he may make such K repent That breed our Land such discontent Which no body can deny And blesse our Queen and Prince also And all true Subjects both high and low The Brownings can pray for themselves you know Which no body can deny Upon Ambition Occasioned by the Accusation of the Earl of STRAFFORD in the year 1640. HOw uncertain is the State Of that greatnesse we adore When Ambitiously we sore And have ta'en the glorious height 'T is but Ruine gilded o're To enslave us to our fate Whose false Delight is easier got then kept Content ne'er on its gaudy Pillow slept Then how fondly do we try With such superstitious care To build Fabricks in the Ayr Or seek safety in that sky Where no Stars but Meteors are That portend a ruine nigh And having reacht the object of our ayme We find it but a Pyramid of flame The Argument WHen the unfetter'd Subjects of the Seas The Rivers found their silver feet at ease No sooner summon'd but they swiâ—tly went To meet the Ocean at a Parliament Did not the petty Fountains say their King The Ocean was no Ocean but a Spring As now some do the Power of Kings dispute And think it lesse ' cause more is added to 't Pale Ignorance can the excesse of store Make him seem poorer then he was before The Stars the Heavens inferiour Courtiers may Govern Nights Darknesse but not rule the Day Where the Sun Lords it should they all Combine With Lucia in her brightest dresse to shine Their light 's but faint Nor can he be subdu'd Although but one and they a Multitude Say Subjects are you Stars be it allow'd You justly of your numbers may be proud But to the Sun inferiour for know this Your Light is borrow'd not your Own but His And as all streams into the Ocean run You ought to pay your Contribution Then do not such Ingratitude oppresse To make him low that could have made you lesse The Character of a Roundhead 1641. WHat Creature 's this with his short hairs His little band and huge long ears That this new faith hath founded The Puritans were never such The Sanits themselves had ne'er so much Oh such a knave 's a Rounded What 's he that doth the Bishops hate And count their Calling reprobate Cause by the Pope propounded And saies a zealous Cobler's better Then he that studieth every letter Oh such a knave 's a Roundhead What 's he that doth high Treason say As often as his yea and nay And wish the King confounded And dare maintain that Master Pym Is fitter for the Crown then him Oh such a rogue 's a Roundhead What 's he that if he chance to hear A piece of London's Common-Prayer Doth think his Conscience wounded And goes five miles to preach and pray And lyes with 's Sister by the way Oh such a rogue 's a Roundhead What 's he that met a holy Sister And in an Hay-cock gently kist her Oh! then
Bentwizle That a Round-fart is better then a stinking fiezle Have patience Gentlemen quoth Sir Francis Bacon There 's none of us all but may be mistaken Why right quoth the great Attorney I confesse The Eccho of ones is remedilesse The old Earle of Bristol's Verses on an Accommodation THe Parliament cryes Arme the King sayes No The New Lieutenants cry Come on let 's go The Citizens and Roundheads cryes So so The People all amaz'd cryes Where 's the Foe The Scots that stand behind the Door cryes Boe Peace Stay awhile and you shall know The King stands still faster than they can go If that the King by force of Armes prevail He is invited to a Tyranny If that by power of Parliament he fail We heap continual Warre on our Posterity Then he that is not for Accommodation Loves neither God nor Church nor King nor Nation The Rump's Hypocricy WE fasted first then pray'd that War might cease When Praying would not serve we paid for Peace And glad we had it so and gave God thanks Which made the Irish play the Scotish Pranks Is there no God let 's put it to a Vote Is there no Church some Fools say so by rote Is there no King but Pym for to assent What shall be done by Act of Parliament No God no Church no King then all were well If they could but Enact there were no Hell The Parliaments Hymnes O Lord preserve the Parliament And send them long to reign From three years end to three years end And so to three again Let neither King nor Bishops Lord Whilst they shall be alive Have power to rebuke thy Saints Nor hurt the Members five For they be good and godly men No sinfull path they tread They now are putting Bishops down And setting up Round-head From Holdsworth Bromrigge and old Shute Those able learned Scholars Good Lord deliver us with speed And all our zealous Followers From Fielding and from Vavasour Both ill affected men From Lunsford eke deliver us That eateth up Children Thy holy Burton Bastwick Lord keep them in thy Bosome Eke him that hath kept out the King Worshipfull Sir John Hotham Put down the King and Hartford Lord And keep them down for aye Thy chosen Pym set up on high And eke the good Lord Say For Warwick wee beseech thee Lord Be thou his strong defence Holland Brooks and S shield And eke his Oxcellence For B and K to That are both wise and stout Who have rebuk'd the King of late And his ungodly Rout. Once more we pray for Parliament That they may sit secure And may their Consultations From Age to Age endure Let all the Godly say Amen And let them Praises sing To God and to the Parliament And all that hate the King The Round-heads Race I Will not say for the Worlds store The World 's now drunk for did I The Faction which now reigns would roare But I will swear 't is giddy And all are prone to this same Fit That it their Object make For every thing runs Round in it And no form else will take To the Round-Nose Peculiar is The Ruby and the Rose The Round-lip gets away the Kisse And that by Favour goes The Round-beard for Talke of State Carry it at the Club The Round-Robin by a like fate Is Victor in the Tubb Hanworths Round-block speak pollicy The Round-hose Riches draw The Round-heads for the Gospell bee The Round Copes for the Law Tom his Round Garbe so rules all o're The pox take him for mee That e're lookes for square dealing more And hears an health to thee On the Queens Departure UP up wrong'd Charls his friends what can you be Thus Mantled In a stupid Lethargie When all the world 's in Arms and can there be Armies of Fears abroad and none with thee Breath out your souls in sighs melt into tears And let your griefs be equal to your fears The Sphaeres are all a jarring and their jarres Seems counter-like to Calculate the Starres The Inferior Orbes aspire and do disdain To move at all unlesse they may attain The highest Room our Occedentall Sunne Eclips'd by Starres forsakes his Horizon Bright Cinthia too they say hath hid her face As 't were Impatient of her Sol's disgrace And our fears tell us that unlesse the Sunne Lend us his beams again the World will run Into another Chaos where will be Nought but the cursed Fruits of Anarchie Sedition Murder Rapine and what 's worse None to Implore for Aid Oh here 's the Curse But stay ye Starres what will ye wish to bee More Sunns then one will prove a Prodigie To afright the Amazed World will ye be-night That glorious Lamp that Fountain of all light Will none but Sol's own Chaire please your desire Take heed bold Stars you 'le set the world on fire Pyms Anarchy ASk me no more why there appears Dayly such troopes of Dragooners Since it is requisite you know They rob cum privilegio Ask me no more why th' Gaole confines Our Hierarchy of best divines Since some in Parliament agree T is for the Subjects Liberty Ask me no more why from Blackwall Great tumults come into Whitehall Since it 's allow'd by free consent The Priviledge of Parliament Ask me not why to London comes So many Musquets Pikes and Drums Although you fear they 'll never cease 'T is to protect the Kingdoms peace Ask me no more why little Finch From Parliament began to winch Since such as dare to hawk at Kings Can easie clip a Finches wings Ask me no more why Strafford's dead And why they aim'd so at his head Faith all the reason I can give 'T is thought he was too wise to live Ask me no more where 's all the Plate Brought in at such an easie rate They will it back to th' Owners bring In case it fall not to the King Ask me not why the House delights Not in our two wise Kentish Knights There Counsell never was thought good Because it was not understood Ask me no more why Lesley goes To seize all rich men as his foes Whilst Country Farmers sigh and sob Yeomen may beg when Kings do rob Ask me no more by what strange sight Londons Lord Maior was made a Knight Since there 's a strength not very far Hath as much power to make as mar Ask me no more why in this Age I fing so sharp without a Cage My answer is I need not fear Since England doth the burden bear Ask me no more for I grow dull Why Hotham kept the Town of Hull This answer I in brief do sing All things were thus when Pym was K To my Lord B. of S. he being at York My Lord WHen you were last at London 't was our fear Lest the same Rout which threatned Majesty Might strike at you 't is but the same Career To aime at Crowns and at the Miter fly For still the Scepter and the Crosier staffe Together fall ' cause they 're together
up almost of the Pox That stunk more like Carrion than ever did Fox Or that which was rosted of late at the stocks Which c. 7. A Rump that the People did hate scorn and curse As a Devil incarnate or of something that 's worse Of Schism and Rebellion both Mother and Nurse Which c. 8. The Othodox Clerâ—y was forc'd for to fly They were plundred and sequestred without reason why But only because they would not comply Which c. 9. Then as guilty of Popery the Common-prayer-book was damn'd And with all kind of News-books the Churches were cram'd Venting lyes non-sence blasphemy and what 's not to be nam'd Which c 10. Then the Antient Order of Bishops went down Which in the Church Christian was ever of Renown The Proverb proves true No Miter No Crown Which c. 11. In whose stead we planted Elders and Presbyters Which impowr'd brake Princes and People in fitters And with their Classes and Asses them all to besquitters Which c. 12. They call'd then a Synod which scarce could agree I' th' space of three years whether there be a TRINIâ—Y From such pur-pure-blind Levites God bless you and me Which c. 13. That Assembly was just like the Members that chose it Without Learning and Honesty all the World knows it Fit Jakes-farmers for the Rump they could twang and nose it 14. They combin'd with the Scots to bring in a Directory Tending neither to our Good nor yet to Gods Glory 'T is a shame that Tom Fuller should name 't in Church-story Which c. 15. For whereas a Christian should be taught how to pray And both rightly to believe and humbly to obey Nor Lords prayer nor Creed nor Decalogue have they Which c. 16. Then curse ye Meroz in each Pulpit did thunder To perplex the poor people and keep them in wonder Till all the Reins of Government were broken quite asunder Which c. 17. Then St. Pauls the Mother-Church of this City and Nation Was turn'd to a Stable O strange Profanation Yet this was one of their best fruits of Reformation 18. Of all that is Christan they make no great matter So they may but gather they care not who scatter Their Tryers would approve none but such as bribe and flatter Which c. 19. Instead of an Vse of Divine Consolation These Hypocrites publisht a late Exhortation To trepan and beggar this City and Nation Which c. 20. If they be establishâ— bid England farewell And rather than dwell here i' th' Suburbs of Hell Choose Turkey or Tartary or any where to dwell Which c. 21. This form will ne're suit with the English Complection Which is free and too Heroick to yield base Subjection Or to take from a Pope in each Parish correction Which c. 22. Who ever did Lord it like these self-seeking Elves Which have forc'd us on covenants vows oaths and other shelves That should warn us for the future to look to our selves VVhich c. 23. All sober men know that 't is a mischievous fate A Kingdom to turn into a popular State And Episcopy into a Presbyterate VVhich c. 24. Yet the Parliament set 〈◊〉 the pure Members five Both of Church and â—ngdom the downfall to contrive That by the Ruines oâ— our Sion this their Babel might thrive VVhich c. 25. The Presbyters 3. years were long since expir'd And yet as if they had not our patience quite tir'd To spur-gall us still afresh they have conspir'd VVhich c. 26. Then why so many Bonfires of late in this City Why such ringing of Bells and rejoycing 'T is pity That ye should be so gull'd by the Rump that does out-wit ye Which c. 27. For the House is like Hydra if one head ye kill Another starts up another full as ill So though one Rump is gone yet another fits still Which c. 28. They have altered the scean the people to please Because in commotions they must them appease We have thus chang'd our bed but not our disease VVhich c. 29. Their shifting and shuffling is but to decoy us While Spiders do spin their Cobwebs annoy us If the House ben't swept clean ere long they 'l destroy us Which c. 30. If they mean as they talk of a Parliament free How comes it that such Qualifications we see That no one known Royalist can chosen be Which c. 31. The best things corrupted do ever prove worst Then that the next Parliament make amends for the first Let 's choose no more Zealots leâ—t in pieces we burst Which c. 32. For when as the Schismaticks i' th' House do prevail Then the head and all the Members are led by the tail So that all parts in doing their duty needs must fail Which c. 33. Let the Militia be setled e're you part with your Money Else you 'l find them gall and wormwood whom you took for honey And the Souldiers will insult 'ore as soon as they 've undone ye VVhich c. 34. 'T is believed the 3. Generals Fairfax VValler and Brown Are sorry now for what they once helpt to pull down And 't is hopt they 'l redeem it by deeds of Renown Which c. 35. We are sensible now that there is no one thing Can full satisfaction to all Interests bring But onely Charles the second our known lawfull King Which c. 36. Let 's dally no longer but like Britains let 's stand For GOD and KING CHARLES and the Laws of the Land Let 's up and be doing let 's do 't out of hand Which no body can deny Saint George for England To the Tune of Cook Laurell THe VVestminster Rump hath been little at ease Of which you have heard enough one would think And therefore wee 'l lay it aside if you please For the more we do stir in 't the more it will stink These County resolves for a Parliament freâ— Makes the Rump smell worse than it did of late For now it runs down their heels you may see You may call them our Privy-Members of State But why should this Rump deal so roughly with Kent When England was conquer'd they were scot-free Must they for declaring of all men be shent But long-tail and bob-tail can never agree 'T is much disputed who Antichrist is I think 't is the Rump nor am I in jest For indeed although of the number it miss Of this I am sure 'thas the mark of the Beast I cannot believe that our General Monck Intends to protect it hee 's not such a Fool For if he were rightly inform'd how it stunk He never would joyn with such Grooms of the Stool Though 't be not whole Antichrist 't is the worst part By it both the Pope and the Turk are out-done If it be not the head nor the feet nor the heart 'T is the Rump of the VVhore of Babylon So pocky so stinking so cheating to boot That he
Archery excell Like honest grave Children of Adam Bell And Climme o th' Clough now each of you will be More than a furious Wiâ—liam Cloudeslee And trace the Streets with terror as if Ven With Fulk and Mannwaring were the only Men Whom you did owe Allegiance to as if They Could give you priviledge to disobey The Royal Mandate which does them proclaim Guilty of Treason and you of the same As deeply stand Impeacht and will at last Pay dearly for 't when your vain hopes are past All succours which you credit for your Merit Will be afforded you by the help o th' Spirit That is the Devil sure the Heavenly Powers Will never Patronize such Acts as yours Poor baffl'd City baffled by a Crue Of Men which are as arrant Fools as you Surely your Brains can never be so dull As not conceive this which each empty Skull Must needs resent how that their only Ayme Is to create your City all one Flame And as the Smoak and Sparks do up aspire They 'le sit and laugh like Nero at the Fire Themselves have made unlesse your Heads be all Horns and no Flesh you needs must see the Fall That threatens you like Lightning To eschew Which Ruine 't would be Wisedome to renue Your lost Allegiance and Repentance bring As a fresh Victim to appease your King For be assur'd Who to the King 's untrue Must in their Nature needs be false to you The MONSTER PEace Vipers peace let Crying blood nere cease To haunt your bloody Souls that love not Peace And curst be that Religion that shall cry A Reformation with Phlebotomye Your Impious Firebrands whom the very Tears Of Growning England buried in their Fears Cannot extinguish whom the bleeding Veins Of desperate Ireland which even now remains A very Golgotha cannot asswage Those Stripes the earnest of Another Age Taste of your salvage Piety and ly The Lamb-less Martyrs of your Cruelty Whilst you lye softly emb'red to encrease The flames of Christendome and cry no Peace Let Sampsons coupled Messengers convey Those Firebrands hence and let them make their way To their own Houses consume and devaste Burn down their Barnes and lay their Graynards waste Demolish all within doors and without Make havock there destroy both Branch and Root Let all their Servants flee amaz'd and cry Fire Fire and let no helping hand be nigh Let their Wivâ—s live but only live t' appear Thornes in their Sides and Thunder in their Ears May all their Sons run mad into the Street And seeking Refuge there there may they meet Th' encountering Sword and whom it spares to kill May they be Slaves and labour at the Mill Let all their Daughters beg and beg in vain Let them be ravisht first and then be slain Let all their Kindred wander up and down Like Vagabond be lasht from Town to Town Let basenesse be Entituled on their Names Too firm for all recoveries O let Shames Reproach and Lasting Infamy remain In deeper Characters than that of Cain Let Caitiff P and that Bloody Plot Be Sanctified now or at least forgot And let those Vipers vindicate their Crimes In every Almanack to after times Where may there Treason live among their sences More firm then Reigns of either Kings or Princes Thus may these Firebands thrive and if this Curse Succeed not let it yield unto a worse For them let them burn still till Heaven thinks good To Quench them in their Generations Blood So that the World may hear them hisse and cry Who lov'd not Peace in Peace shall never dye The Earl of Essex his Speech to the Parliament after Keinton Battle HAil to my Brother Round-heads you that sit At home and study Treason 'bove my Wit Or Valour to maintain it 's you whose hearts And brains are stufft with all Devillish darts Of Rapine and Rebellion you whose dark Religious Villanies hates the least spark Of Justice or Obedience to the King To you and none but you true News I bring With all my Fellow Rebells that survive ' Mongst whom in faith my self scapt scarce alive For when the Cavaliers and Popish Schollers Charg'd us so hot my Coach full of Rex-dollers I could have given to have been ten miles off And though the Zealots of our Party scoff And taunt the King's well-wishers take 't from me Happy were all the Round-heads that did flee They scapt a scowering which through very fear Took me and all my Regiment in th' Rear At the first Charge for that when we should fight We sneakt away and had more mind to For had I dard to venture my dear life I should have rought once for the Whore my Wife Yet I dare swear that we had won the day Had not so many fallen and run away And yet for all this Blood that hath been spilt My Sword is guiltlesse for fast by the hilt I held it in my Scabbard and still cry'd Well done Fight on unto the Fools that dy'd Whilst I stole towards Warwick to avoyd The Field with the sad Spectacle quite cloyd I lost my Coach and which doth make me fret I lost â—lake's Letter in my Cabinet That reveal'd all our Treason he good man Suffer'd at Oxford and unlesse I can Repent 't is said that I must dye like him Be Hang'd and Quarter'd and you Mr. Pym We must be cautious for the Cavaliers Have desperate souls concerning those base fears That brought mee back again besides the King Has a Just Cause you know and though we bring The silly Multitude into the Noose Our own hearts tell us we are like to loose Our heads if Charles prevail which we must do If he proceeds thus to kill ten for two You must provide new Armour and more Armes And a new Generall that dares hear Alarms Of Drums and Trumpets one that may have sence And valour to excell my Excellence The Peevâ—sh Women as I pass'd the Strand Blesse me knee deep and would have kiss'd my hand As King whilst I most curteously vayl'd My Hat and Feather to them others rayl'd And them as wisht or knew I had the worst For one that pray'd for me dovoutly curst The truest News of all I hope to tell ye Is that I have more mind to fill my belly Then fight again for that same Dutchland Devil Rupert the Prince of mischief and all evil My Victuals took away and burst my Waggons Whilst the Kings Forces fought with fiery Dragoons And beat me out o' th' Field although we blind The Multitude and say w' had sea and wind Yet I protest the Elements themselves Conspir'd to ruine us Rebellious Elves And to conclude some Jeering Cavalier Has put upon us in a Song this Jeer Rather than they should have the better a That you and I were drawn and hang'd c. A Dialogue between two ZEALOTS upon the c. in the Oath SIr Roger from a zealous piece of Freeze Rais'd to a Vicar of the Children threes Whose yearly Audit may by strict
by Sea as well as by Land The Forts will preserve them as long as they stay And the Ships carry them and their Plunder away They have therefore good reason to account War the better For the Law will prove to them but a killing Letter Tuesday A Post from his Excellence came blowing his Horn For Money to advance and this spun out the Morn And strait to the City some went for relief The rest made an Ordinance to carry Powder-Beef Thus up go the Roundheads and Essex advances But only to lead his Souldiers new dances To Reading he goes for at Oxford they say His Wife has made him Bull-works to keep him away Prince Rupert for fear that the Name be confounded Will saw off his Horns and make him a Round-head The news was returned with General fame That Reading was taken ere ever he came Then away Rode our Captains and Souldiers did run To shew themselves valiant when the Battail was done Preparing to plunder but as soon as they came They quickly perceived it was but a flam An Ordinance of Parliament Essex brought down But that would not serve him to batter the Town More Mony was rais'd more Men and Ammunition Carts loaded with Turnips and other Provision His Excellence had Chines and Rams-heads for a Present And his Councel of Warre had Woodcock and Pheasant But Ven had 5000. Calves-heads all in Carts To nourish his Men and to chear up their Hearts This made them so valiant that that very day They had taken the Town but for running away 'T was ordered this day that thanksgiving be made To the Roundheads in Sermons for their Beef and their Bread Wednesday Two Members this day at a Conference sate And one gives the other a knock on the Pate This set them a voting and the Upper House swore 'T was a breach of Priviledge he gave him no more The lower the breaking their Members head voted A breach of their Priviledge for it is to be noted That Reason and Priviledge in it did grow 'T was a breach of his Crown and Dignity too Then came in the Women with a long long Petition To settle Militia and damn the Commission For if fighting continue they say they did â—ear That Men would be scarce and Husbands be dear So plainly the Speaker the Businesse unties That presently all the Members did rise They had hardly the leisure all things to lay ope But some felt in their Bellies if they had not a Pope Some strictly stood to them and others did fear Each carried about them a fierce Cavalier This Businesse was handled by the close Committee That privately met at a Place in the City So closely to voting the Members did fall That the humble Sisters were overthrown all But they and their Helpers came short at the last Till at length the whole Work on Prince Griffith was cast And he with his troup did handle the matter He pleased every Woman as soon as he came at her The Businesse had like to have gone on her side Had not Pym perswaded them not to confide For rather than Peace to fill the Common-Wealth He said hee 'd do them every night himself Thursday This Day a great Fart in the House they did hear Which made all the Members make Buttons for fear And One makes nine Speeches while the Businesse was hot And spake through the Nose that he smelt out the Plot. He takes it to task and the Articles drawes As a breach of their own Fundamental-laws Now Letters were read which did fully relate A Victory against Newcastle of late That hundreds were slain and hundreds did run And all this was got ere the Battel begun This they resolv'd to make the best on And next they resolv'd upon the Question That Bonfires and Prayseâ— the Pulpit and Steeple Must all be suborned to couzen the People But the policy was more Mony to get For the Conquest 's dear bought and far enough set Such Victories in Ireland although it be known They strive to make that Land as bad as our Own No sooner the Mony for this was brought hither But a croud of true Letters came flocking together How Hotham and 's Army and others were beaten This made the blew Members to startle and threaten And these by all means must be kept from the City And only referred to the Privy Committee And they presently with an Ex tempore Vote Which they have used so long that they learned by rote They styl'd them Malignant and to Lyes they did turn them Then Corbet in stead of the Hangman must burn them And he after that an Ordinance draws That none should tell truth that disparag'd the Cause Then Pym like a Pegasus trots up and down And takes up an Angel to throw down a Crown He stand like a Creature and makes a long Speech That came from his mouth and part from his breech He moves for more Horse that the Army might be Part Mans flesh and Horse flesh as well as he And heel'l be a Colonel as well as another But durst not ride a Horse ' cause a Horse rid his Mother Friday Sir Hugh Cholmley for being no longer a Traytor Was acâ—us'd of Treason in the highest Nature ' Cause he as they bad him his Souldiers did bring To turn from Rebellion and fight for the King They voted him out but nor they nor their men Could vote him into the House agen Sir Davids Remonstrance next to them was read From the Cities Round-body and Isaac's the Head 'T was approv'd but one Cause produc'd a denyal That all Traytors be brought to a Legal tryal For 't is against Reason to vote or to do Against Traytors when They are no other but so Because about nothing so long they sit still They hold it convenient Diurnalls to fill And therefore they gave their Chronographer charge To stuff it with Orders and Letters at large The King by 's Prerogative nor by the Law Can speak nor print nothing his People to draw Yet Pennyles Pamphletters they do maintain Whose only Religion is Stipendary gain Yet Cum Privilegio against King and the State The Treason that 's taught them like Parrats they prate These Hackneys are licens't what ever they do As if they had Parliament priviledge too Thus then they consult so zealous they are To settle the peace of the Kingdom by War But against Civil-war their hatred is such To prevent it they 'le bring in the Scotch and the Dutch They had rather the Land be destroy'd in a minute Than abide any thing that has Loyalty in it And yet their Rebellion so neatly they trim They fight for the King but they mean for King Pym These all to fight for and maintain are sent The Laws of England but New-England is meant And though such disorders are broke in of late They keep it the Anagram still of a State For still they are plotting such riches to bring To make Charles a rich and
glorious King And by this Rebellion this good they will doe him They 'l forfeit all their Estates unto him No Clergy must meddle in Spiritual affairs But Layton nere heard of it losing his ears For that he might be deaf to the Prisoners cries To a spiritual Goalers place he must rise The rest have good reason for what they shall do For they are both Clergy and Laity too Or else at the best when the Question is stated They are but Mechanicks newly translated They may be Committees to practice their bawling For stealing of Horse is Spiritual Calling The reason why People our Martyrs ador'd ' Cause their Ears being cut off their Fame sounds the more 'T was ordered the Goods of Malignants and Lands Shall be shar'd among them and took into their hands They have Spirits of more Malignants to come That every one in the House may have some Then down to Guild-Hall they return their thanks To the Fools whom the Lottery has cheated with Blanks Saturday This day there came news of the taking a Ship To see what strange wonders are wrought in the deep That a troop of their Horse ran into the Sea And pull'd out a Ship alive to the Key And after much prating and fighting they say The Ropes serv'd for Traces to draw her away Sure these were Sea-horses or else by their lying They 'le make them as famous for swimming as flying The rest of the day they spent to bemoan Their Brother the Roundhead that to Tyburn was gone And could not but think it a barbarous thing To hang him for killing a friend to the King He was newly baptized and held it was good To be washed yet not in water but blood They ordered for his honour to cut off his ears And make him a Martyr but a Zealot appears And affirms him a Martyr for although 't was his fate To be hang'd yet he dy'd for the good of the State Then all fell to plotting of mâ—tâ—ers so deep That the silent Speaker fell down fast asleep He recovers himself and rubâ— up his eyes Then motions his House that 't was time to rise So home they went all and their businesse refer'd To the Close Committee by them to be heard They took it upon them but what they did do Take notice that none but themselves must know Postscript Thus far we have gone in Rythme to disclose What never was utter'd by any in Prose If any be wanting 't was by a mishap Because we forgot to weigh't by the map For over the Kingdom their Orders were spread They have made the whole Body as bad as the Head And now made such work that they all do Is but to read Letters and answers them too We thought to make Finis the end of the story But that we shall have more business for you For as their proceedings do so shall our Pen Run roundly from Munday to Munday agen And since we have begun our Muse doth intend To have like their Votes no beginning nor end The holy Pedler FRom a Forraign shore I am come to store Your Shops with rare devices No drugs do I bring From the Indian King No Peacocks Apes nor Spices Such Wares I do show As in England do grow And are for the good of the Nation Let no body fear To deal in my Ware For Sacriledge now 's in fashion I the Pedlar am That came from Amsterdam With a pack of new Religions I did every one fit According to 's wit From the Tub to Mahomets pigeons Great Trading I found For my spiritual ground Wherein every man was a Medler I made People decline The learned Divine And then they bought Heaven of the Pedler First Surplices I took Next the Common-Prayer-book And made all those Papists that us'd 'um Then the Bishops and Deans I stript of their means And gave it to those that abus'd ' um The Clergy-men next I withdrew from their Text And set up the gifted Brother Thus Religion I made But a matter of trade And I car'd nor for one or t'other Then Tythes I fell upon And those I quickly won 'T was prophane in the Clergy to take ' um But they serv'd for the Lay Till I sold them away And so did Religious make 'um But now come away To the Pedler I pray I scorn to rob or cozen If Churches you lack Come away to my Pack Here 's thirteen to the dozen Church Militants they be For now we do see They have fought so long with each other The Rump's-Churches threw down Those that stood for the Crown And sold them to one another Then come you factious Crue Here 's a Bargain now for you With the spoyles of the Church you may revel Now pull down the Bells And then hang up your selves And so give his due to the Devil The Hue and Cry after Sir John Presbyter WIth hair in Characters and Lugs in text With a splay mouth and a nose circumflext With a set Ruffe of Musket-bore that wears Like Cartrages or linnen Bandileers Exhausted of their sulphurous contents In Pulpit fire-works which that Bomball vents The Negative and Covenanting Oath Like two Mustachoes issuing from his mouth The bush upon his chin like a carv'd story In a box-knot cut by the Directory Madams Confession hanging at his ear Wire-drawn through all the questions How and Where Each circumstance so in the hearing felt That when his ears are cropt he 'll count them gelt The weeping Cassock scar'd into a Jump A sign the Presbyter's worn to the stump The Presbyter though charm'd against mischance With the Divine Right of an Ordinance If you meet any that do thus attire 'em Stop them they are the tribe of Adoniram What zealous frenzie did the Senate seize To tare the Rochet to such rags as these Episcopacy minc'd reforming Tweed Hath sent us Runts even of her Churches breed Lay-interlining Clergy a device That 's nick-name to the stuff call'd Lops and Lice The Beast at wrong-end branded you may trace The Devils foot-steps in his cloven face A face of severall parishes and sorts Like to a Sergeant shav'd at Innes of Courts What mean these Elders else those Kirk Dragoons Made up of Ears and Ruffs like Ducatoons That Hierarchy of Handicrafts begun Those new Exchange-men of Religion Sure they 'r the Antick â—eads which plac'd without The Church do gape and disembogue a sprout Like them above the Commons house have been So long without now both are gotten in Then what imperious in the Bishop sounds The same the Scotch Executor rebounds This stating Prelacy the Classick rout That spake it often e're it spake it out So by an Abbies Sceleton of late I heard an Eccho supererogate Through imperfection and the voice restore As if she had the hiccop o're and o're Since they our mixt Diocesans combine Thus to ride double in their Discipline That Pauls shall to the Consistory call A Dean and Chapter out of Weavers-Hall Each at the
he much retires And shows himself no Scot. A SONG On the Schismatick ROTUNDOS ONce I a curious Eye did fix To observe the tricks Of the Schismaticks of the Times To find out which of them Was the merriest Theme And best would befit my Rimes Arminius I found solid Socinians were not stolid Much Learning for Papists did stickle But ah ah ha ha ha ha Rotundos rot ah ha ha ha ha ha Rotundos rot 'T is you that my spleen doth tickle And first to tell must not be forgot How I once did trot With a great Zealot to a Lecture Where I a Tub did view Hung with apron blew 'T was the Preachers as I conjecture His Use and his Doctrine too Were of no other hue Though he spake in a tone most mickle But ah ha ha ha c. He taught amongst other prety things That the Book of Kings Small benefit brings to the godly Beside he had some grudges At the Book of Judges And talkt of Leviticus odly Wisedome most of all He declares Apocryphal Beat Bell and the Dragon like Michael But ah ah ha ha ha ha c. ' Gainst Humane Learning next he envyes And almost boldly say's 'T is that which destroyes Inspiration Let superstitious sence And wit be banished hence With Popish Predomination Cut Bishops down in hast And Cathedrals as fast As Corn that 's fit for the sickle But ah ah ha ha ha ha Rotundos rot ah ha ha ha ha ha Rotundos rot 'T is you that my spleen doth tickle Cromwell's Panegyrick SShall Presbyterian Bells ring Cromwels praise While we stand still and do no Trophyes raise Unto his lasting name Then may we be Hung like the Bells for our dependencie Well may his Nose that is Dominicall Take pepper in 't to see no Pen at all Stir to applaud his merits who hath lent Such valour to erect a Monument Of lasting praise whose name shall never dye While England has a Church or Monarchy He whom the laurell'd Army home did bring Riding triumphant o're his conquer'd King He is the Generals Cypher now and when Hee 's joyn'd to him he makes that One a Ten. The Kingdoms Saint England no more shall stir To cry St. George but now St Oliver Hee 's the Realm Ensign and who goes to wring His Nose is forc'd to cry God save the King He that can rout an Army with his name And take a City ere he views the same His Souldiers may want bread but n'ere shall fear While hee 's their General the want of Beer No Wonder they wore Bayes his Brewing-fat Helicon-like make Poets Laureat When Brains in those Castalian liquors swim We sing no Heathenish Pean but a Hymne And that by th' Spirit too for who can chuse But sing Hosanna to this King of Jewes Tremble you Scotish Zealots you that han't Freed any Conscience from your Covenant That for those bal'd Appellatives of Cause Religion and the Fundamental Laws Have pull'd the old Episcopacy down And as the Miter so you 'le serve the Crown You that have made the Cap to th' Bonnet vaile And made the Head a Servant to the Taile And you curst spawne of Publicans that sit In every County as a plague to it That with your Yeomen Sequestrating Knaves Have made whole Counties beggerly and Slaves You Synod that have sate so long to know Whether we must believe in God or no You that have torn the Church and sate t' impaire The Ten Commandements the Creed the Prayer And made your honors pull down Heavens glory While you set up that Calfe your Directory We shall no wicked Jews-ear'd Elders want This Army 's built of Churches Militant These are new Tribes of Levi for they be Clergy yet of no Universitie Pull down your Crests for every bird shall gather From your usurping back a stollen feather Your great Lay Levite whose great Margent tires The patient Reader while he blots whole quires Nay reams with Treason and with Nonsence too To justifie what e're you say or do Whose circumcised ears are hardly grown Ripe for another Persecution He must to Scotland for another paire For he will lose these if he tarry here â—urges that Reverend Presbydean of Pauls Must with his Poundage leave his Cure of Souls And into Scotland trot that he may pick Out of that Kirk a nick-nam'd Bishoprick The Protean Hypocrites that will ne're burn Must here or else at Tyburn take a turn And Will. the Conqueror in a Scotish dance Must lead his running Army into France Or he and 's Juncto among those Crews In Holland build a Synagogue of Jewes And spread Rebellion Great Alexander Fears not a Pillory like this Commander And Bedlam John that at his Clerks so raves Using them not like servants but like slaves He that so freely rail'd against his Prince Call'd him dissembling sâ—btile Knave and since Has stil'd the whole Army Bankrupts said that none Of their Estates were equal to his own He that was by a strong Ambition led To set himself upon the Cities head But when he has restor'd his both-side fees Hee 'l be as poor or they as rich as hee 's And that still-gaping Tophet Goldsmiths Hall With all his Furies shall to ruine fall Wee 'l be no more gull'd by that Popish story But shall reach Heav'n without that Purgatory What Honour does he merit what Renown By whom all these Oppression are pull'd down And such a Government is like to be In Church and State as eye did never see Magicians hold hee 'l set up Common-prayer Looking in 's face they find the Rubrick there His Name shall never dye by fire nor floud But in Church-windows stand where Pictures stood And if his Soul lothing that house of clay Shall to another Kingdom march away Under some Barnes floor his bones shall lye Who Churches did and Monuments defie Where the rude Thrasher with much knocking on Shall wake him at the Resurrection And on his Grave since there must be no Stone Shall stand this Epitaph That he has none The Scotch War WHen first the Scottish War began The English man we did trapan with Pellit and Pike The bonny blythe and cunning Scot Had then a Plot which they did not well smell it 's like Although he could neither write nor read Yet our General Lashly cross'd the Tweed With his gay gangh of Blew-caps all And we marcht with our Generall We took New-castle in a trice But we thought it had been Paradice They did look all so bonny and gay Till we took all their Pillage away Then did we streight to plundering fall Of great and small for were all most valiant that day And Jinny in her Satten Gown the best in Town From Heel to Crown was gallant and gay Our silks and sweets made such a smother Next day we knew not one another For Jockie did never so shine And Jinny was never so fine A geud faith a gat a ged Beaver then But it 's beat
but Privation In Church and State inverting ev'ry right Brought in Hells State of fire without light No wonder then if all good eyes look red Washing their Loyal hearts from bloud so shed The which deserves each pore should turn an eye To weep out even a bloudy Agony Let nought then passe for Musick but sad cryes For Beauty bloudless cheeks and bloud-shot eyes All colours soil but black all odours have Ill scent but Myrrh incens'd upon this Grave It notes a Jew not to believe as much The cleaner made by a Religious touch Of their Dead Body whom to judge to dye Seems the Judaical Impiety To kill the King the Spirit Legion paints His rage with Law the Temple and the Saints But the truth is He fear'd and did repine To be cast out and back into the Swine And the case holds in that the Spirit bends His malice in this Act against his ends For it is like the sooner hee 'll be sent Out of that body He would still torment Let Christians then use otherwise this bloud Detest the Act yet turn it to their good Thinking how like a King of Death He dies We easily may the world and death despise Death had no sting for him and its sharp arm Only of all the troop meant him no harm And so he look'd upon the Axe as one Weapon yet left to guard Him to his Throne In His great Name then may His Subjects cry Death thou art swallowed up in Victory If this our losse a comfort can admit 'T is that his narrowed Crown is grown unfit For his enlarged Head since his distresse Had greatned this as it made that the lesse His Crown was faln unto too low a thing For him who was become so great a King So the same hands enthron'd him in that Crown They had exalted from Him not pull'd down And thus Gods truth by them hath rendred more Than e're mens falshood promis'd to restore Which since by Death alone he could attain Was yet exempt from weaknesse and from pain Death was enjoyn'd by God to touch a part Might make his passage quick ne'r move his heart Which ev'n expiring was so far from death It seem'd but to command away his breath And thus his Soul of this her triumph proud Broke like a flash of lightning through the cloud Of flesh and bloud and from the highest line Of humane vertue pass'd to be divine Nor is 't much lesse his vertues to relate Than the high glories of his present state Since both then passe all Acts but of belief Silence may praise the one the other grief And since upon the Diamond no lesse Than Diamonds will serve us to impresse I 'le only wish that for his Elegie This our Josias had a Jeremie AN ELEGIE On The best of Men The meekest of Martyrs CHARLES the First c. DOeâ— not the Sun call in his light and day Like a thin exhalation melt away Both wrapping up their Beams in Clouds to be Themselves Close Mourners at the Obsequie Of this great Monarch does his Royal Bloud Which th' Earth late drunk in so profuse a floud Not shoot through her affrightned womb and make All her convulsed Arteries to shake So long till all those hinges that sustain Like Nerves the frame of nature shrink again Into a shuffled Chaos Does the Sun Not suck it from its liquid Mansion And Still it inâ—o vap'rous Clouds which may Themselves in bearded Meteors display Whose sâ—aggy and dishevel'd Beams may be The Tapers at this black Solemnitie You seed of Marble in the Womb accurst Rock'd by some storm or by some Tigress nurst Fed by some Plague which in blind mists was hurld To strew infection on the tainted World What fury charm'd your hands to Act a deed Tyrants to think on would not weep but bleed And Rocks by instinct so resent this Fact They 'ld into Springs of easie tears be slack'd Say sons of tumult since you think it good Still to keep up the trade and Bath in Blood Your guilty hands why did you then not state Your Slaughters at some cheap and common rate Your gluttonous and lavish Blades might have Devoted Myriads to one publick Grave And lop'd off thousands of some base allay Whilst the same Sexton that inter'd their clay In the same Urne their Names too might entomb But when on him you fixt your fatall Doom You gave a blow to Nature since even all The â—â—ock of man now bleeds too in his fall Could not Religion which you oft have made A specious glosse your black designs to shade Teach you that we come nearest Heaven when we Are suppled into acts of Clemency And copy out the Deity agen When we distill our mercies upon men But why do I deplore this ruine He Only shook off his fraile Humanity And with such calmnesse fell he seem'd to be Even lesse unmov'd and unconcern'd than we And forc'd us from our Throes of Grief to say We only died he only liv'd that Day So that his Tomb is now his Throne become T' invest him with the Crown of Martyrdome And death the shade of nature did not shroud His Soul in Mists but its clear Beams uncloud That who a Star in our Meridian shone In Heaven might shine a Constellation On the Death of his Royal Majestie CHARLES late King of ENGLAND c. WHat went you out to see a dying King Nay more I fear an Angel suffering But what went you to see a Prophet slain Nay that and more a Martyr'd Soveraign Peace to that sacred dust Great Sir our fears Have left us nothing but obedient tears To court your hearse and in those pious flouds We live the poor remainder of our goods Accept us in these latter Obsequies The unplundred riches of our hearts and eyes For in these faithfull streams and emanations W' are Subjects still beyond all Sequestrations Here we cry more than Conquerors malice may Murder Estates but hearts will still obey These as your glory 's yet above the reach Of such whose purple lines confusion preach And now Dear Sir vouchsafe us to admire With envy your arrival and that Quire Of Cherubims and Angels that supply'd Our duties at your triumphs where you ride With full caelestial Joyes and Ovations Rich as the Conquest of three ruin'd Nations But 't was the heavenly plot that snatch'd you hence To crown your Soul with that magnificence And bounden rites of honour that poor earth Could only wish and stangle in the birth Such pitied emulation stop'd the blush Of our ambitious shame non-suited us For where souls act beyond mortality Heaven only can perform that Jubilee We wrastle then no more but blesse your day And mourn the anguish of our sad delay That since we cannot adde we yet stay here Fetteâ—ed in clay Yet longing to appear Spectators of your blisse that being shown Once more you may embrace us as your own Where never envy shall divide us more Nor City tumults nor the
that has got but an eye or a nose Would never bestride it Then why should he do 't And make the poor Devil his stallionship lose If I might advise him he should not come near it The scent of that house is naught for his Gout And for his Army too he might well fear it 'T is enough to infect both his horse and his foot Nor would I wish him to come to VVhitehall For that hath been an unfortunate place From thence Noll was fetch'd and Dick had his fall And George may take heed that it be not his Case I remember the time when he fought for the King And the Cause was good though he did not prevail O let not the Boyes in the streets now sing He was once for the Head but now for the Tail Then George for England strike up thy Drum And do they devoir this Rump to destroy That Noble King Charles the second may come And our Streets may eccho with Vive le Roy. â—nd if He should come by thy Valour and Might In that brave exploit thou 'lt have more to brag on Than e're had Saint George that valiant Knight Who rescued the Maid by killing the Dragon Then lay by the thought of a Parliament free But first bring the King in if you be wise For without Kings Lords there 's none can be 'T will be but a Rump of a bigger sise You know how to do it and needs not much schooling All that you need to say is let it be done Then why should you stand delaying and fooling You fought for the Father why not for the Son If you do not do 't much honour you 'l lose Which He and We mean you for this We do know That in spight of the Rump and all other his Foes He will be brought in whether you will or no. The History of the Second Death of the RUMP To the Tune of The Parliament sate as sung as a Cat. 1. COme buy my fine Ditty Of News from the Citty As it was told in Devonshire The Pimp that whips weekly Your Breech Politickly Sells not so much truth in a quire 2. Tom Kings-man near undone With long stay in London Last week to the Country did gallop Where he took Cavaliers With his News by the ears As they did the Pot to drink all up 3. Quoth he I once went To th' late Parliament Whose Members when I had seen 'em Made me think of a Rat That was caught by a Cat And eat up the tail that is venom 4. But yet to the stump Of that Poysonous Rump Th' Old Mouth did soder in season And when that was done Like a Lay-elder Gun It stunk at both ends of High Treason 5. The Monster did come Of mere Mouth and Bum Most cunningly thus compacted That if question'd it were For mischief done there It might swear 't was by no body acted 6. O' the nature and name Of each Member that came Should I give a full relation Youl 'd guesse by the stink That I rak't in the sink And common-shore of the whole Nation 7. Religions you might Find all there but the right For through the same Sieve they ran Which Noll us'd before To sift the House o're Till nothing was left but the Bran. 8. But of those they had Divisions being made By Fortune's hand which is uncertain Some Members got many Some few some not any As Nevill complained and Martin 9. Indeed from Usurpers They freed us and our Purse And praise of thanks had been their hire For taking us thean Out o' th' Frying-pan Had they not cast us into the fire 19. For Cromwell they voted A Tyrant though rotted ' Cause when they first footed their Game Hee 'd not let them carry To prey on the Qâ—arry But gorg'd himself on the same 11. And King Olivers Sons Like Prince-playing Whore-Sons That on too high parts had ventur'd They strip't with a hiss Of their State-properties And exeunt two Fools as they enter'd 12. What else they do By our Purses we knew As well as that scribling Knave Nedham Some good Laws they un-did And some bad they founded And shortned our Chain for our Freedom 13. To quell this fierce Monster A Knight did anon-stir Who wanted Arms yet from a Waggon O' th' Popes hee 'd take none But from Prester-John And so St. George fell by the Dragon 14. Then Lambert's Wife chid him And like Cromwell bid him Confound it and mount the Throne Royal Your Weapons are long Quoth she and as strong My self of 'em both have made tryal 15. He finds the Anabaptist For his purpose aptist And treads the steps of Knipper Dolin He fasts and he prayes I' th' new canting phrase As if Heaven were taken with drolling 16 Some Packs he inveagles O' th' blood-coated Beagles To 's party the Rump-men did so to And victualled so well The adjacent fort Hell As if they no other would go to 17. Little John thus did draw ' Gainst th' Out-law Good King to try who should have thy Deer And thus for both poysons A quarrel did rise once Betwixt the foul Toad and the Spider 18. Bold Lambert advanced He picquier'd and pranced And 's Party with speeches did urge on But though he and Morley Did snarle and look surly They cheated the Devil and the Chirurgion 19. For soon the Red-coat who 'l not fight but vote When Lamberts side stronger was found By at least two foot And a Trooper to boot Did let the Rump fall to the ground 20. And with General Lent hall The House they o're wâ—natall Religion and Laws they n'ere stood on But sought still to hold Ill got Land and Gold Which first made the Old Cause a Good One. 21. So fell the aged sway Of five Months and a Day We yet see no Heir apparent But from Scabberd pregnant Expect Posthume regnant If Midwife Monck kindly take care on 't 22. The Sword-men address to 's Pleas and Manifesto's Which shew 'em less honest than crafty Whilst a Tyrannous crew Our dangers renew That 's call'd a Committee of Safety 23. But Fleetwood and Whitlock The Laws cunning Pick-lock With Salloway and Vane two prime Praters Loved Treason so well That again to 't they fell And betray'd ev'n their own Fellow-traytors 24. In 's villany Bradshaw Of constancy made shew For scorning Repentance as fickle His life he soon ended And to hell descended This of my Faith is an Article 25. Yet Politicus The Devil's Succubus To teem for his Commendation Advizes us all To mourn and we shall Whilst that Hell-hound yelps in our Nation 26. And now Lambert's Cohorts And Monks which makes wo hearts Do seem to contest but anon We ship-wrack't shall be When they can agree From what coast the storm shall fall on 27. Whilst Buff and Red-coats Are sanctified notes Of Christ's and his Gospel's Protectors But 'mong themselves solely Do they pass for holy As Bessus and 's Sword-men for Hectors 28. They that