whereof these our Letters we have caused to be made Patents Witness our self at London the 15th day of June the 4th Year of our Reign This Charter was granted about the time the Clowns of Essex disbanded and received theirs it was brought into Harfordshire to Saint Albans by Wallingford one of the Town Friday says Walsingham the day of Tribulation c. which was the 16th of Iune the Townsmen of Saint Albans being at the time of Mattins acquainted by those of Barnet with the Command of the Ordinance or Act for repairing to London presently with the Esquires of the Abbot set forth So that I conceive the Day of this Charter is mistaken in it by the Monk The Clowns throw down their Arms at the Kings Feet sue for Mercy and deliver up their Chiefs the Principal of which Priest Straw was after drawn from his hiding Holes and laid hold of by the Kings Officers What became of them we shall see below in the Visitation made by the King and his Ministers through the Provinces in Uproar The Commons of Kent now scatter and dissolve the Heads of the Arch-bishop Lord Prior and the rest are taken down from the Bridge and the Idols advanced there That Baal should now be taken in an old House is an Error of the Knights Baal must take his Turn but he shall have a longer Run for it That the Dagger should now be given in Honour of Sir William Walworth as an Addition to the City Arms is Fabulous this Dagger is the Sword of St. Paul and was born by the City when Tyler was living The King now rides to Westminster where he gives God Thanks for his Deliverance and presents his Offering to the Virgin Mary in her Chappel of the Piew next he visits the Princess Mother in the Tower Royal called the Queens Wardrobe and bids her rejoyce for says he this Day I have recovered mine Heritage the Realm of England near lost the Lords return to their own Houses The other Countries now in Combustion and upon their March to London make halt they were Thunder-strucken at the Disaster of the Idol they hated the Fortune not the Wickedness of that Monster and tarry to pour out those Plagues at Home if they be not checked which before they intended to carry farther off The Example and Success of the Idol had moved with many but his Invitation and Sollicitation by the Emissaries of this Confederacy and Spirit more The Sectaries or Ring-leaders of the hurden rustick Raggamuffins in the several Provinces of the Association while Tyler was thus busied in the chief Seat of his new Dominions promote the Cause and pursue the Instructions of the Prince of Devils they were all to trèad his Steps as we shall find in what follows I have before spoken of the Summons of the Idol to fetch the bordering Rogues into the Line of Communication who were to serve as Auxiliaries only to strengthen Tyler rather than to enrich themselves and likely to be cashiered and cast off when he had perfected his Works amongst these Rake-hells were the Townsmen of Saint Albans with the Abbots Servants shuffled in the Throng of purpose to oversee and awe the Clowns from the new Fangles of our Phanaticks These as is related were sworn to the Ingagement at Heibury whence they come to London whither they are no sooner got but the Townsmen separate from the Servants of the Monastery and in St. Mary-bow-Church does their profane Conventicle consult how to make Advantage of the Tumult And what Pretences of Revolt from their Lord Abbot would seem most fair and taking Here they make not the Causes of their Disobedience they were hatched secretly amongst themselves they deliberate how to perfect things how to come to Effects The enlarging the Bounds of their Common free Fishing Hunting in certain places when they pleased and Hand-mills that the Bayliff of the Liberty shall no more meddle within the Precincts of the Town the Revocation of Charters prejudicial to the Free-born Burgesses cancelling the Bonds of their Fore-fathers made to Abbot Richard are the Propositions first voted One who would be wiser than the rest perswades them not to attempt things rashly and giddily without Authority He tells them that Wat Tyler Protector and Captain General of the Clowns was near that the Protector was a Righter of Wrongs raised and inspired by Providence to redeem the faithful Commons from the Thraldom of the Wicked At the Suit of the Godly Party says he Tyler has accepted the Government he is to govern the two Nations The Supreme executive Power resides in him from him says he and from the Keepers of the Liberties let us seek for Remedy Let us make our Addresses to him let us seek to his Highness for Power and Commission This he said as Walsingham writes supposing a greater than Tyler should not be seen in the Kingdom that Tylers Greatness for the time to come would only be eminent That the Laws of the Land the most ancient English Saxon Laws would be of no Force of no Validity because the most of the Lawyers were already murthered and the rest in their Account not long-lived the Axes Edge was turned towards them He concludes let us return Home and in the Puissance of Wat and our selves force the Abbot to Reason if he deny our Requests we will awe him with Burning and demolishing the Monastery with killing the Monks we will threaten not to leave one Stone upon another Others conceive it more safe to petition the King who might be spoken with by every Man and durst refuse nothing for his Letters under the Privy Seal commanding the Abbot to restore to the Townsmen the Rights and Liberties which their Ancestors enjoyed in the time of King Henry the First as if the English Church had been lately endowed the Monasteries founded their Royalties Liberties Priviledges granted by the Norman Princes than which nothing could be more false The most Christian Saxon Kings of Blessed Memory twelve of which dyed Martyrs of the Faith ten shine Glorious Stars in the Calender of Saints were all nursing Fathers of the Church scarcely was there one in the Illustrious Roll who gave not Lands and Possessions with Exemptions and Immunities to the Church who erected not Bishop-ricks or Monasterys into which Thirty of our Crowned Heads Kings or Queens entred the Superstition of the Ages then ought not to blemish their Piety The Mercian King Offa his Son Ecgfryd King Ethelred King Edward are the Founders and Donors of S. Albans What King Henry the First did for the Town I cannot say nor how ample its Liberties were then This is true he confirms the Grants of the Saxon Princes to the Monastery and adds the Norman Seal to strengthen the Saxon Crosses this is all but Truth is not necessary in such Uproars the Credulity of a Light-headed Multitude is quickly abused their Duty and Obedience easily corrupted without it To keep
of his Priests who blew the Fire and thrust the silly Rout into the midst of it He takes it ill that Baal Valle he calls him should be supposed by I know not what Flatterers of the Nobles to have filled these Sails to have let these Winds out of their Caverns In the fourth Year of this King says the Monk there was a grievous Tax exacted in Parliament after Cause of great Trouble every Religious paid half a Mark every secular Priest as much every Lay-Man or Woman 12d This might discontent the People but who prepared the Mutineers for such dangerous Impressions Who fell in with them after and pushed them forward will be soon found Froissart complains of the Servitude of the Villains or Bond-men now Names worn out a miserable sort of Drudges frequently known here in the Saxon times excluded from any Right of Propriety sold and passed away with the Mannor or Lands to which they belonged bound to till the Lords Ground cut down and carry in his Corn cleanse his Ditches cover his Hall c. These Froissart make the first Stirrers in the Insurrection these he makes look back to the Beginning of Men and things to talk of the Primitive Freedom of the Liberties of the Creature above Ordinances that only Treason against the Lords could forfeit Liberty which was the Case of Lucifer and could not be made theirs who were neither Angels nor Spirits but Men of the same Shape Extraction and Souls with those who proudly would be thought their Lords which say they was an height too much and deserved Levelling must not be endured hereafter Equality was the Way of Peace and Love But can Clouds fire in Thunder and Lightning can Earth-quakes tear the Entrails of Expiring Kingdoms without a Muncer or a Wiggington a Garnet or an Hall in the Mine If the Church and Government must be blown up it is fit a sanctified Hand should cast the Balls a Man according to the pure Dialect of immediate Calling who has had the Seal of it of wonderful Zeal of resolute Dealings the Lords Messenger extraordinarily gifted and exercised is only fit to advance Gods Matters the Holy Cause and Action And a Renegado from his Orders an Apostate Church-man will best become this Person a Man with whom nothing else is Sacred but his own Ambition his Innovation and the Propagation of his Schism One Baal the most sottish and most unworthy but most factious of the Clergy is stirred up by the Devil who if Rebellion be as the Sin of Witchcraft is the Father of both to be the Antichrist of this Reign to blaspheme and cry down God and Caesar his Anointed the Rights of God and Caesar and who if he knew any thing was certainly the very Atheist of that Age Of these Imaginations so Froissert of those before was a foolish Priest in the County of Kent called John Wall for Baal and to make it plain that he was the Father of the Uproar he had been says this Knight three times in the Archbishops Prison a persecuted Saint for these Opinions but delivered by him his Conscience was scrupulous of proceeding farther which this Historian condemns him for We shall hereafter see the Archbishop in Iohn's Hands who shall come short of this Mercy Iohn had preached if it be not Impious to Use the Word here twenty Years and more ever babling those things which he fancied would be Gracious to the Multitude he haunted By-places the Cloysters of the Cathedral when the Church was shut against him the Streets and Fields were Holy Ground there this excommunicated Apostate laid his Nets His Discourses to the People were partly Invectives against Tithes which he allowed not where theâ—… Parishioner was of better Life and smaller Estate than the Parson whose Estate at this rate must be small enough against Bishops and the Clergy Nobility and Gentry Then he had his Quarrels to the Government his Doctrine struck at Propriety and Order the World was impaired with Diseases which must be the more for their Age the Crisis would be dangerous and there could be no Health no Soundness hoped for till Names Estates and Things were common His Advise was to let the King know the Resolutions of the new Common-weaths-men to tell him where the Supreme Power lies whose Trustee he was that another Course must be taken and if he would not joyn with them other Remedies thought of The third time he was Imprisoned he had his Revelations his Enlightnings was full of Divine Raptures he foretold his Deliverance by 20000. Men which happened in the following Tumults when his Disciples made so many Goal-Deliveries This knowing what Numbers he had seduced and abused he might presume upon probable Conjecture He was no sooner loose but he incites and stirs up the unruly Clowns to all the Mischiefs possible He tells them they were pious and necessary Excesses and that the Law of Nature which allows all Acts for our own Preservation would justifie them That a mad Father who seeks to rob and destroy his Off-spring might be resisted his Thrusts might be put by the Son might bind his Hands and if there were no other way to escape his furious Violence kill him in his own Defence The Safety of the People is the Supreme Law If the Prince persisting after fair Warning to make himself a Shield and Defence to wicked Instruments of Mischiefs Malignants and Enemies of the Commons securing them from the Iustice of the Commons endanger himself and his Kingdom he may thank himself We says he are willing to hazard our selves good Men to preserve both we will never give any Impediment or neglect any proper Means of curing the Distempers of the Kingdom and of closing the dangerous Breaches made by themselves according to the Trust which lies upon us At Black-heath where an Assembly of 200000 Men made their Rendezvonz after some time spent in seeking God he baits in Rhime When Adam dalf and Ebe span Who was then a Gentleman Was his levelling lewd Text Hence it was to be consequent that as Nature and the Creation made no Distinction no more ought Laws to make or suffer any that Servitude is the Daughter of unjust Oppression introduced by wicked Men against Gods Will. That if it had pleased him to have created Slaves in the Beginning he would have chosen and marked out who should have been the Lord who the Vassal he asks where the Word allows these sweet things called Lords verily Knaves in Purple Sons of Cain of Nimrod of Esan of Ishmael fat by the Blood and Sweat of the poor innocent Plebeians Honourable in nothing but the Outside and Noble only in Riots and Adulteries as cruel as ravenous as killing and as barbarously as the Bears the Lyons the Tigers of their Escutchâ—…ons the Dragons of their Bearing he asks why the limber Knights and Franklins who are only better combed can kiss the Hand and lowt with more Grace must eat the Capons
Quill Cuckold Parnassus is a Forked Hill But stay I 've wak'd his Dust his Marble stirs And brings the Worms for his Compurgators Can Ghost have natural Sons Say Og is 't meet Penance bear Date after the Winding-sheet Were it a Phaenix as the double kind May seem to prove being there 's two combin'd I would disclaim my Right and that it were The Lawful Issue of his Ashes swear But was he dead Did not his Soul translate Her self into a Shop of lesser rate Or break up House like an expensive Lord That gives his Purse a Sob and lives at Board Let old Pythagoras but play the Pimp And still there 's hopes't may prove his Bastard Imp. But I 'm prophane for grant the World had one With whom he might contract an Union They two were one yet like an Eagle spread I'th'Body joyn'd but parted in the Head For you my Brat that pose the Porph'ry Chair Pope Iohn or Ioan or whatsoe'er you are You are a Nephew grieve not at your State For all the World is Illegitimate Man cannot get a Man unless the Sun Club to the Act of Generation The Sun and Man get Man thus Tom and I Are the joynt Fathers of my Poetry For since blest Shade thy Verse is Male but mine O' th' weaker Sex a Phancy Feminine We 'll part the Child and yet commit no Slaughter So shall it be thy Son and yet my Daughter SECT II. Containing POEMS which relate to STATE-AFFAIRS Upon The King's Return from Scotland REturn'd I 'l ne'er believ 't first prove him hence Kings travel by their Beams and Influence Who says the Soul gives out her Guests or goes A flitting Progress 'twixt the Head and Toes She rules by Omnipresence and shall we Deny a Prince the same Ubiquity Or grant he went and cause the knot was slack Girt both the Nations with his Zodiack Yet as the Tree at once both upward shoots And just as much grows downward to the Roots So at the same time that he posted thither By Counter-Stages he rebounded hither Hither and hence at once thus every Sphere Doth by a double motion interfere And when his Native form inclines him East By the first Mover he is ravish'd West Have you not seen how the divided Dam Runs to the Summons of her hungry Lamb But when the Twin crys halves she quits the first Nature's Commendam must be likewise nurst So were his Journeys like the Spider spun Out of his Bowels of Compassion Two Realms like Cacus so his steps transpose His feet still contradict him as he goes England's return'd that was a banish'd Soil The Bullet flying makes the Gun recoil Death 's but a Separation though indors'd With Spade and Javelin we were thus divorc'd Our Soul hath taken wing while we express The Corps returning to their Principles But the Crab-Tropick must not now prevail Islands go back but when you 're under Sail So his Retreat hath rectified that wrong Backward is forward in the Hebrew Tongue Now the Church Militant in plenty rests Nor fears like th' Amazon to lose her Breasts Her means are safe not squeez'd until the Blood Mix with the Milk and choak the tender Brood She that hath been the floating Ark is that She that 's now seated on Mount Ararat Quits Charles our Souls did guard him Northward thus Now he the Counterpart comes South to us A Dialogue between two Zealots upon the c. in the Oath SIr Roger from a zealous peice of Freeze Rais'd to a Vicaridge of the Children's Threes Whose yearly Audit may by strict Account To twenty Nobles and his Vails amount Fed on the Common of the female Charity Until the Scots can bring about their Parity So shotten that his Soul like to himself Walks but in Cuerpo This same Clergy-Elf Encountring with a Brother of the Cloth Fell presently to Cudgels with the Oath The Quarrel was a strange mishapen Monster Et caetera God bless us which may conster The Brand upon the Buttock of the Beast The Dragon's Tail tyed on a Knot a Nest Of young Apocryphas the fashion Of a new mental Reservation Whilst Roger thus divides the Text the other Winks and expounds saying my pious Brother Hearken with Reverence for the point is nice I never read on 't but I fasted twice And so by Revelation know it better Than all the learn'd Idolaters o'th'Letter With that he swell'd and fell upon the Theme Like Great Goliah with his Weaver's Beam I say to thee Et caetera thou ly'st Thou art the curled Lock of Antichrist Rubbish of Babel for who will not say Tongues are confounded in Et caetera Who swears Et caetera swears more Oaths at once Than Cerberus out of his triple Sconce Who views it well with the same eye beholds The old false Serpent in his numerous folds Accurst Et caetera Now now I scent What the prodigious bloody Oysters meant O Booker Booker How came'st thou to lack This Fiend in thy Prophetick Almanack It 's the dark Vault wherein th' Infernal Plot Of Powder'gainst the State was first begot Peruse the Oath and you shall soon descry it By all the Father Garnets that stand by it 'Gainst whom the Church whereof I am a Member Shall keep another Fifth day of November Yet here 's not all I cannot half untruss Et caetera it 's so abdominous The Trojan Nag was not so fully lin'd Unrip Et caetera and you shall find Og the great Commissary and which his worse Th'Apparitor upon his skew bald Horse Then finally my Babes of Grace forbear Et caetera will be too far to swear For 't is to speak in a familiar Stile A York-shire Wea-bit longer than a Mile Here Roger was inspir'd and by God's diggers He 'll swear in words at length but not in Figures No by this Drink which he takes off as loath To leave Et caetera in his liquid Oath His Brother pledgd him and that bloody Wine He swears shall seal the Synod's Catiline So they drank on not offering to part 'Till they had sworn out the eleventh Quart While all that saw and heard them joyntly pray They and their Tribe were all Et caetera Smectymnuus or the Club-Divines SMectymnuus The Goblin makes me start I' th' name of Rabbi Abraham what art Syriack or Arabick or Welsh What skil't Ape all the Bricklayers that Babel built Some Conjurer translate and let me know it Till then 't is fit for a West Saxon Poet. But do the Brotherhood then play their Prizes Like Mummers in Religion with Disguises Out-brave us with a Name in Rank and File A name which if t were train'd would spread a Mile The Saints Monopoly the Zealous Cluster Which like a Porcupine presents a Muster And shoots his Quills at Bishops and their Sees A devout Litter of young Macchabees Thus Iack of all Trades hath distinctly shown The twelve Apostles in a Cherry-stone Thus Factions A-la-mode in Treason's Fashion Now we have Heresie by Complication
Orphans a sufficient Exorcism to dispossess him Thus the Cat sucks your breath and the Fiend your blood nor can the Brotherhood of Witch-finders so sagely instituted with all their Terror wean the Familiars But once more to single out my emboss'd Committee-man his Fate for I know you would fain see an end of him is either a whipping Audit when he is wrung in the Withers by a Committee of Examinations and so the Spunge weeps out the Moisture which he had soaked before or else he meets his Passing-peal in the clamorous Mutiny of a Gut-foundred Garrison for the Hedge-sparrow will be feeding the Cuckow till he mistake his Commons and bites off her head What-ever it is it is within his desert For what is observed of some Creatures that at the same time they trade in Productions three Stories high Suckling the first Big with the second and Clicketing for the third A Committee-man is the Counterpoint his Mischief is Superfoetation a certain Scale of Destruction for he ruins the Father beggars the Son and strangles the hopes of all Posterity The Character of a Diurnal-maker A Diurnal-maker is the Sub-almoner of History Queen Mabs Register one whom by the same Figure that a North-country Pedlar is a Merchant-man you may stile an Author It is like over-reach of Language when every thin Tinder-cloak'd Quack must be called a Doctor when a clumsie Cobler usurps the Attribute of our English Peers and is vamp'd a Translator List him a Writer and you smother Geoffry in Swabber-slops the very name of Dabler oversets him he is swallowed up in the Phrase like Sir S. L. in a great Saddle nothing to be seen but the Giddy Feather in his Crown They call him a Mercury but he becomes the Epithet like the little Negro mounted upon an Elephant just such another Blot Rampant He has not Stuffings sufficient for the Reproach of a Scribler but it hangs about him like an old Wifes Skin when the Flesh hath forsaken her lank and loose He defames a good Title as well as most of our Modern Noble-Men those Wens of Greatness the Body Politick's most peccant Humours Blistred into Lords He hath so Raw-bon'd a Being that however you render him he rubs it out and makes Rags of the Expression The silly Country-man who seeing an Ape in a Scarlet-coat bless'd his young Worship and gave his Landlord joy of the hopes of his House did not slander his Complement with worse Application than he that names this Shred an Historian To call him an Historian is to knight a Mandrake 'T is to view him through a Perspective and by that gross Hyperbole to give the Reputation of an Engineer to a Maker of Mouse-traps Such an Historian would hardly pass muster with a Scotch Stationer in a Sieve full of Ballads and Godly Books He would not serve for the Breast-plate of a begging Grecian The most cramp'd Compendium that the Age hath seen since all Learning hath been almost torn into Ends outstrips him by the Head I have heard of Puppets that could prattle in a Play but never saw of their Writings before There goes a report of the Holland Women that together with their Children they are delivered of a Sooterkin not unlike to a Rat which some imagine to be the Off-spring of the Stoves I know not what Ignis fatuus adulterates the Press but it seems much after that fashion else how could this Vermin think to be a Twin to a Legitimate Writer when those weekly Fragments shall pass for History let the poor man's Box be intituled the Exchequer and the Alms-basket a Magazine Not a Worm that gnaws on the dull Scalp of Voluminous Hollinshed but at every Meal devour'd more Chronicle than his Tribe amounts to A Marginal Note of W. P. would serve for a Winding-sheet for that man's Works like thick-skin'd Fruits are all Rinde fit for nothing but the Authors Fate to be pared in a Pillory The Cook who serv'd up the Dwarf in a Pye to continue the Frollick might have lapp'd up such an Historian as this in the Bill of Fare He is the first Tincture and Rudiment of a Writer dipp'd as yet in the preparative Blew like an Almanack Well-willer He is the Cadet of a Pamphleteer the Pedee of a Romancer he is the Embryo of a History slink'd before Maturity How should he Record the Issue 's of time who is himself an Abortive I will not say but that he may pass for an Historian in Garbier's Academy he is much of the size of those Knot-grass Professors What a pittiful Seminary was there projected Yet sutable enough to the present Universities those dry Nurses which the Providence of the Age has so fully reform'd that they are turn'd Reformado's But that 's no matter the meaner the better It is a Maxim observable in these days That the only way to win the Game is to play Petty Iohns Of this number is the Esquire of the Quill for he hath the Grudging of History and some Yawnings accordingly Writing is a Disease in him and holds like a Quotidian so 't is his Infirmity that makes him an Author as Mahomet was beholding to the Falling-sickness to vouch him a Prophet That nice Artificer who field a Chain so thin and light that a Flea could trail it as if he had work'd Short-hand and taught his Tools to Cypher did but contrive an Emblem for this Skip-Jack and his slight productions Methinks the Turk should license Diurnals because he prohibits Learning and Books A Library of Diurnals is a Wardrobe of Frippery 't is a just Idea of a Limbo of the Infants I saw one once that could write with his Toes by the same token I could have wished he had worn his Copies for Socks 't is he without doubt from whom the Diurnals derive their Pedigree and they have a Birth-right accordingly being shuffled out at the bed's feet of History To what infinite numbers an Historian would multiply should he crumble into Elves of this Profession To supply this smalness they are fain to joyn Forces so they are not singly but as the Custom is in a Croaking Committee They tug at the Pen like slaves at the Oar a whole Bank together they write in the Posture that the Suedes gave fire in over one another's heads It is said there is more of them go to a Suit of Cloaths than to a Britannicus In this Polygamy the Cloaths breed and cannot determine whose Issue is Lawfully begotten And here I think it were not amiss to take a particular how he is accourred and so do by him as he in his Siquis for the Wall-ey'd Mare or the Crop-Flea-bitten give you the Marks of the Beast I begin with his Head which is ever in Clouts as if the Night-cap should make Affidavit that the Brain was pregnant To what purpose doth the Pia Mater lie in so dully in her white Formalities Sure she hath had hard Labour for the Brows have squeezed for it as
Isaac ' s Brown-antlers and a solemn Covenant drawn up to defie the Corn-cutter and all his Works Thus the Quixots of this Age fight with the Windmils of their own heads quell Monsters of their own Creation make Plots and then discover them as who fitter to unkennel the Fox than the Terrier that is part of him In the third place march their Adventures the Roundheads Legend The Rebels Romance Stories of a larger size than the Ears of their Sect able to strangle the Belief of a Solifidian I 'll present them in their order And first as a Whister before the show enter Stamford one that trod the Stage with the first travers'd his ground made a Leg and Exit The Country people took him for one that by Order of the Houses was to dance a Morrice through the West of England Well he 's a nimble Gentleman set him upon Banks his Horse in a Saddle rampant and it is a great question which part of the Centaure shews better Tricks There was a Vote passing to translate him with all his Equipage into Monumental Gingerbread but it was crossed by the female Committee alledging that the Valour of his Image would bite their Children by the Tongues This Cubit and half of Commander by the help of a Diurnal routed his Enemies fifty miles off It 's strange you 'll say and yet 't is generally believ'd he would as soon do it at that distance as nearer hand Sure it was his Sword for which the Weapon-salve was invented that so wounding and healing like loving Correlates might both work at the same removes But the Squib is run to the end of the Rope Room for the Prodigy of Valour Madam Atropos in Breeches Waller's Knight-errantry and because every Mountebank must have his Zany throw him in Hazlerig to set off his Story These two like Bel and the Dragon are always worshipped in the same Chapter they hunt in couples what one doth at the head the other scores up at the heels Thus they kill a man over and over as Hopkins and Sternhold murder the Psalms with another of the same one chimes all in and then the other strikes up as the Saints-Bell I wonder for how many Lives my Lord Hopton took the Lease of his Body First Stamford slew him then Waller out-kill'd that half a Barr and yet it is thought the sullen Corps would scarce bleed were both these Man-slayers never so near it The fame goes of a Dutch Headsman that he would do his office with so much ease and dexterity that the Head after Execution should stand upon the Shoulders Pray God Sir William be not Probationer for the place for as if he had the same knack too most of those whom the Diurnal hath slain for him to us poor Mortals seem untoucht Thus these Artificers of death can kill the Man without wounding the Body like Lightning that melts the Sword and never singdes the Scabbard This is the William whose Lady is the Conqueror This is the City's Champion and the Diurnals delight he that Cuckolds the General in his Commission for he stalks with Essex and shoots under his Belly because his Excellency himself is not charged there yet in all this triumph there is a Whip and a Bell translate but the Scene to Roundway down there Hazelrig's Lobsters turn'd Crabs and crawled backwards there poor Sir William ran to his Lady for an use of Consolation But the Diurnal is weary of the arm of flesh and now begins an Hosanna to Cromwel one that hath beat up his Drums clean through the Old Testament you may learn the Genealogy of our Saviour by the names in his Regiment the Muster-master uses no other List but the first Chapter of Matthew With what face can they object to the King the bringing in of Foreigners when themselves entertain such an Army of Hebrews This Cromwel is never so valourous as when he is making Speeches for the Association which nevertheless he doth somewhat ominously with his Neck awry holding up his ear as if he expected Mahomet's Pigeon to come and prompt him He should be a Bird of Prey too by his bloody Beak His Nose is able to try a young Eagle whether she be lawfully begotten But all is not Gold that glisters What we wonder at in the rest of them is natural to him to kill without Bloodshed for the most of his Trophies are in a Church-window when a Looking-glass would shew him more Superstition He is so perfect a hater of Images that he hath defaced God's in his own Countenance If he deals with men 't is when he takes them napping in an old Monument then down goes Dust and Ashes and the stoutest Cavalier is no better O brave Oliver Time's Voyder Subsizer to the Worms in whom Death who formerly devoured our Ancestors now chews the cud He said Grace once as if he would have fallen aboard with the Marquess of Newcastle nay and the Diurnal gave you his Bill of fare but it proved a running Banquet as appears by the Story Believe him as he whistles to his Cambridge-Teem of Committee-men and he doth Wonders But holy Men like the holy Language must be read backwards They rifle Colleges to promote Learning and pull down Churches for Edification But Sacrilege is entail'd upon him There must be a Cromwel for Cathedrals as well as Abbeys a secure sin whose offence carries its pardon in its mouth for how shall he be hang'd for Church-robbery that gives himself the benefit of the Clergy But for all Cromwel's Nose wears the Dominical Letter compar'd to Manchester he is but like the Vigils to an Holy-day This this is the Man of God so sanctified a Thunderbolt that Burroughs in a proportionable Blasphemy to his Lord of Hosts would style him the Archangel giving battel to the Devil Indeed as the Angels each of them makes a several Species so every one of his Souldiers makes 〈◊〉 distinct Church Had these Beasts been to enter into the Ark it would have puzzled Noah to have sorted them into pairs If ever there were a Rope of Sand it was so many Sects twisted into an Association They agree in nothing but that they are all Adamites in understanding It is a sign of a Coward to wink and fight yet all their Valour proceedâ—… from their Ignorance But I wonder whence their General 's Purity proceeds it is not by Traduction If he was begotten a Saint it was by equivocal Generation for the Devil in the Father is turn'd Monk in the Son so his Godliness is of the same Parentage with good Laws both extracted out of bad Manners and would he alter the Scripture as he hath attempted the Creed he might vary the Text and say to Corruption Thou art my Father This is he that put out one of the Kingdom 's Eyes by clouding our Mother-University and if this Scotch Mist farther prevail he will extinguish the other He hath the like quarrel to both because both are strung
double Christendom Such and so sweet were those Halcyon Days That rose upon us in our Infant Rays Such a composed State we breathed under We only heard of Iove ne'er felt his Thunder Terrors were then as strange as Love now grown Wrong and Revenge lived quietly at home The sole Contention that we understood Was a rare Strife and War in doing good Now let 's reflect upon our Gratefulness How we have added or O! made it less What are th'Improvements what our Progress where Those handsom Acts that say that some men were He that to ancient Wreaths can bring no more From his own Worth dyes bankrupt on the Score For Fathers Crests are crowned in the Son And Glory spreads by Propagation Now Virtue shield me Where shall I begin To what a Labyrinth am I now slipp'd in What shall we answer them Or what deny What prove Or rather whether shall we fly When the poor widdow'd Church shall ask us where Are all her Honours and that filial Care We ow'd so sweet a Parent as the Spouse Of Christ which here vouchsaf'd to own a House Where are her Boanerges And those rare Brave Sons of Consolation Which did bear The Ark before our Israel and dispence The Heavenly Manna with such Diligence In them the prim'tive Motto's come to pass Aut mortui sunt aut docent literas Bless'd Virgin we can only say we have Thy Prophets Tombs among us and their Grave And here and there a Man in Colours paint That by thy Ruins grew a mighty Saint Next Caesar some Accounts are due to thee But those in Blood already written be So loud and lasting in such monstrous Shapes So wide the never-to-be-clos'd Wound gapes All Ages yet to come with shivering shall Recite the fearful President of thy Fall Hence we confute thy Tenent Solomon Under the Sun a new thing hath been done A thing before all Pattern all Pretence Of Rule or Copy Such a strange Offence Of such Original Extract that it bears Date only from the Eden of our Years Laconian Agis We have read thy Fate The Violence of the Spartan Love and Hate How Pagans trembled at the thought of thee And fled the Horrour of thy Tragedy Thyestes cruel Feast and how the Sun Shrunk in his Golden Beams that Sight to shun The Bosoms of all Kingdoms open lye Plain and emergent to th'inquiring Eye But when we glance upon our Native Home As the black Center to whom all Points come We rest amazed and silently admire How far beyond all Spleen ours did aspire All that we dare assert is but a Cry Of an exchanged Peace for Liberty A secret Term by Inspiration known A Mist that brooks no Demonstration Unless we dive into our Purses where We quickly find Our Freedom purely dear But why exclaim you thus May some Men say Against the times When equal Night and Day Keep their just Course The Seasons still the same As sweet as when from the first Hand they came The Influence of the Stars benign and free As at first Peep up in their Infancy 'T is not those standing Motions that divide The space of Years nor the swift Hours that glide Those little Particles of Age that come In thronging Items that make up the Summ That 's here intended But our crying Crimes Our Monsters that abominates the Times 'T is we that make the Metonymy good By being bad which like a troubled Flood Nothing produce but slimy Mire and Dirt And Impudence that makes Shame malepert To travel further in these Wounds that lye Rankling though seeming clos'd were to deny Rest to an o'erwatch'd World and force fresh Tears From stench'd Eyes now alarum'd by old Fears Which if they thus shall heal and stop they be The first that e'er were cur'd by Lethargy This only Axiom from ill Times encrease I gather There 's a time to hold ones Peace The Model of new Religion WHoop Mr. Uicar in your flying Frock What News at Babel now how stands the Cock When wags the Flood No Ephimerides Nought but confounding of the Languages No more of th'Saints Arrival Or the Chance Of three Pipes two Pence and an Ordinance How many Queer-religions Clear your Throat May a man have a Peny-worth Four a Groat Or do the Iuncto leap at truss-a-fail Three Tenents clap while five hang on the Tail No Querpo model Never a knack or wile To preach for Spoons and Whistles Cross or Pile No hints of Truth on Foot no Sparks of Grace No late sprung Light to dance the wild-goose Chase No Spiritual Dragoons that take their Flames From th'inspiration of the City Dames No Crumbs of Comfort to relieve our Cry No new dealt Mince-meat of Divinity Come let 's project By the great late Eclipse We justly fear a Famine of the Lips For Sprats are rose an Omer for a Souse Which gripes the Conclave of the lower House Let 's therefore vote a close Humiliation For opâ—…ning the seal'd Eyes of this blind Nation That they may see confessingly and swear They have not seen at all this Fourteen Year And for the Splints and Spavings too 't is said All the Joints have the Riffcage since the Head Swell'd so prodigious and exciz'd the Parts From all Allegiance but in Tears and Hearts But zealous Sir what say to a touch at Prayer How Quops the Spirit In what Garb or Air With Souse erect or Pendent Winks or Haws Sniveling Or the extention of the Jaws Devotion has its mode Dear Sir hold forth Learning 's a Venture of the second Worth For since the People's Rise and its sad Fall We are inspir'd from much to none at all Brother adieu I see y' are closely girt A costive Dover gives the Saints the Squirt Hence Reader all our flying News contracts Like the State 's Fleet from the Seas into Acts But where 's the Model all this while you 'll say 'T is like the Reformation run away On Britannicus his leap three Story high and his escape from London PAul from Damascus in a Basket slides Cran'd by the Faithful Brethren down the sides Of their embattell'd Walls Britannicus As loath to trust the Brethrens God with us Slides too but yet more desp'rate and yet thrives In his descent needs must The Devil drives Their Cause was both the same and herein meet Only their Fall was not with equal Feet Which makes the Case Iambick Thus we see How much News falls short of Divinity Truth was their crying Crime One takes the night Th' other th' advantage of the New-sprung Light To mantle his escape How different be The Pristine and the Modern Policy Have Ages their Antipodes Yet still Close in the Propagation of ill Hence flows this Use and Doctrine from the thump I last sustain'd belov'd Good Wits may jump Content FAir Stranger Winged Maid where dost thou rest Thy snowy Locks at Noon Or on what Breast Of Spices slumber o'er the sullen Night Or waking whither dost thou take thy Flight Shall I
to the Crown And alter the Kings Rents for his two Sons Must go for twenty ThousaÅ„d Millions And so make Charles the jealous World ally Thus grown too potent for an Enemy All those must study Leagues now that had rather Seem rich in any Title than of Father But may he â—…ill be dreadful so and be To these abroad fear'd as a Deity At home lov'd as a Father whilst he thus To them is Terror a Shield to us On Parsons the great Porter SIr or Great Grandsire whose vast Bulk may 〈◊〉 A Burying-place for all your Pedigree Thou moving Colosse for whose goodly Face The Rhyâ—…e can hardly make a Looking-glass What piles of Victuals hadst thou need to chew Ten Woods or Morrets Throats were not enow Dwarf was he whose Wife's Bracelets fit his Thumâ—… It would not on thy little Finger come If Iove in getting Hercules spent three Nights he might be Fifteen in getting thee What Name or Title suits thy Greatness thou Aldiboronifuscorphornio When Gyants war'd with Iove hadst thou bin one Where other Oaks thou wouldst have Mountains thrown Wert thou but sick what help could e'er be wrought Unless Physicians posted down thy Throat Wert thou to dye and Xerxes living he Would not pare Athos for to cover thee Wert thou t'enbalm the Surgeons needs must scale Thy Body as when Labourers dig a Whale Great Sir a People kneaded up in one Wee 'll weigh thee by Ship-Burdens not by th' Stone What Tempests might thou raise what Whirlwinds when Thou breath'st thou great Leviathan of Men Bend but thy Eye a Country-man would swear A Regiment of Spaniards quarter'd there Smooth but thy Brow they 'l say there were a Plain T' act York and Lancaster once o'er again That Pocket-pistol of the Queens might be Thy Pocket-pistol sans Hyperbole Abstain from Garrisons since thou may'st eat The Turks or Moguls Titles at a Bit. Plant some new Land which ne'er will empty be If she enjoy her Savages in thee Get from amongst us since we only can Appear like Sculls marcht o'er by Tamberlain On his going by Water by the Parliament-house OH the sad Fate of unsuccessful Sin You see those Heads without there 's worsâ—… within Upon coming into a Chamber called Parnassus where the Gentry Arms were depicted of Norfolk and Suffolk in Norwich HEre Gallants find their Arms and so it 's meet But where they find their Arms they lose their Feet Against ALE. THou Juice of Lethe O thou dull Inhospitable Drink of Hull Not to be drunk but in the Devils Scull Depriver of those solid Joys Which Sack creates Author of Noise Among the roaring Punks and Dammy-Boys On thy Account the Watch do sleep When they our Nightly Peace should keep Then Rogues and Cut-purses in at Windows creep 2. The Jug-broke Pate doth owe to thee Its bloody Line and Pedigree Now Murther and anon the Gallow-tree A Poet once did lick thy Juice But oh How his benummed Juyce Was mir'd in Non-sense and in State abuse A Souldier once that would have pickt Strife with the Devil thy dull Broth had lickt That Night this Renown'd Turdibank was kickt 3. The other Night the Meal-man Will Did lap so largely of thy Swill Next Morn he let a Fart blew down his Mill That Lover was in pretty Case That trimm'd thee with a Ginger-race And after belched in his Mistress Face More of thy Vertues I could tell But that to speak of thee 's half Hell Then take my Curse by Candle Book and Bell. 4. May Bards that drink thee write a small Insubstanc'd Line pedantical â—…nsinewy aenigmatical Saltless and galless be thy Curse Numberless rugged empty worse Than the poor Poets empty Belly Purse May he that brews thee wear a Nose Richer than the Lord Mayor's Cloths The Sattin Clerry or the Velvet Rose 5. May he that draws thee likewise wear Carbuncle from Ear to Ear That Thatch and Linnen may stand off and fear â—…ay some old Hag-witch get astride â—…hy Bung as if she meant to ride â—…n purpose for to lance thy yeasty Side â—…ay others be as sick as I â—…hat tope thee next then down and dye â—…or Ale a Funeral-trap for Wasp or Fly The Old Gill. IF you will be still Then tell you I will Of a lovely old Gill Dwelt under a Hill Her Locks are like Sage That 's well worn with Age And her Visage would swage A stout Mans Courage 2. Teeth yellow as Box Clean out with the Pox Her Breath smells like Lox Or unwiped Nocks She hath a devilish Grin Long Hairs on her Chin To the foul-footed Fin She 's nearly a kin 3. She hath a beetle Brow Deep Furrows enow She 's ey'd like a Sow Flat nos'd like a Cow Lips swarthy and dun A Mouth like a Gun And her tattle doth run As swift as the Sun 4. On her Back stands a Hill You may place a Windmill And the Farts of her Gill Will make the Sails trill Her Neck is much like The foul Swines in the dike Against Crab-lice and Tyke A blew Pin is her Pike 5. Within this Ano There dwells an Hurricano And the Rift of her Plano Vomits Smoke like Vulcano But a Pox of her Twist It is always bepist And the Devil 's in his List That to her Mill brings Grist 6 ' Ware the dint of her Dirt She will give you a Flirt She has always the Squirt She is loose and ungirt Want of Wine makes her pant Till she fizzle and rant And the hole in her Grant Is as deep as c. 7. Yea as deep as a Well A Furnace or Kell A bottomless Cell Some think it is Hell But I have spoken my Fill Of my lovely old Gill And 't is taken so ill I 'll lay down my Quill To the Queen upon the Birth of one of her Children THat Children are like Olive-branches we Took for a Figure now 't was Prophesie Your Births great Queen have made a new Account Who bring not forth some Olives but the Mount And we who wisht your Table half Way round Beset with them do now behold it crown'd Were there no other Court or Nobles yet The King we see can his own Court beget Nay in the first Worlds Age he that could do Like him was Father of his Country too When in that Dearth of Subjects Kings were fain First to beget their Kingdoms and then reign When their own Off-spring were their People and One Family both fill'd and made the Land But I speak Treason to say Princes Blood Can e'er run into People 't is a Flood Ev'n in the Fountain Small Streams lose their Name Such Births like th' Ocean are still the same No Number makes them private we may call Not all one Nation but Nations all For as l 've seen the Ark drawn like the Womb Of the four Empires and the World to come Out of whose Midst hath sprung a mystick Tree With every Branch a Genealogy Not of some House but of the World
my self to forreign Countrys fly My Blood desires to keep you Company Here I could spill it all thus I can free My Enemy from Blood though slain I be But slain I cannot be nor meet with ill Since but to you I have no Blood to spill The Puritan VVIth Face and Fashion to be known For one of sure Election With Eyes all white and many a Groan With Neck aside to draw in Tone With Harp in 's Nose or he is none See a new Teacher of the Town O the Town O the Towns new Teacher With Pate cut shorter than the Brow With little Ruff starch'd you know how With Cloak like Paul no Cape I trow With Surplice none but lately now With Hands to thump no Knees to bow See a new Teacher c. With coz'ning Cough and hollow Cheek To get new Gatherings every Week With Paltery Change of and to eke With some small Hebrew and no Greek To find out Words when stuff 's to seek See a new Teacher c. With Shop-board Breeding and Intrusion With some Outlandish Institution With Ursin's Catechism to muse on With Systems Method for Confusion With Grounds strong laid of meer Illusion See a new Teacher c. With Rites indifferent all damned And made unlawful if commanded Good Works of Popery down-banded And Moral Laws from him estranged Except the Sabbath still unchanged See a new Teacher c. With Speech unthought quick Revelation With boldness in Predestination With threats of absolute Damnation For Yea and Nay hath some Salvation For his own Tribe not every Nation See a new Teacher c. With after License cost a Crown When Bishop new had put him down With Tricks call'd Repetition And Doctrine newly brought to Town Of teaching Men to hang and drown See a new Teacher c. With Flesh-provision to keep Lent With Shelves of Sweet-meats often spent Which new Maid bought old Lady sent Though to be sav'd a poor Present Yet Legacies assure the Event See a new Teacher c. With Troops expecting him at th' Door That would hear Sermons and no more With noting Tools and Sighs great store With Bibles great to turn them o'er While he wrests Places by the Score See a new Teacher c. With running Text the Nam'd forsaken With For and But both by Sense shaken Cheap Doctrines forc'd wild Uses taken Both sometimes one by Mark mistaken With any thing to any shapen See a new Teacher c. With new-wrought Caps against the Canon For taking Cold though sure he have none A Sermons End where he began one A new Hour long when 's Glass had run one New Use new Points new Notes to stand on See a new Teacher c. The Flight My Lelia stay And run not thus like a young Roe away No Enemy Pursues thee foolish Girl 't is only I I 'll keep off Harms If thou l't be pleas'd to garrison mine Arms What dost thou fear I 'll turn a Traytor May these Roses here To Paleness shread And Lillies stand disguized in new Red If that I lay A Snare wherein thou wouldst not gladly stay See see the Sun Does slowly to his Azure Lodging run Come sit but here And presently he 'l quit our Hemisphere So still among Lovers time is too short or else to long Here will we spin Legends for them that have Loves Martyrs bin Here on this Plain We 'l talk Naroissus to a Flower again Come here and chose On which of these proud Plats thou wouldst repose Here may'st thou shame The rusty Violets with the crimson Flame Of either Cheek And Primroses white as thy Fingers seek Nay thou may'st prove That Mans most Noble Passion is to love To a Lady that wrought a Story of the Bible in Needle-work COuld we judge here most vertuous Madam then Your Needle might receive Praise from our Pen But this our Want bereaves it of that part Whil'st to admire and thank is all our Art The Work deserves a Shrine I should rehearse Its Glory in a Story not in Verse Colours are mixed so subt'ly that thereby The Strength of Art doth take and cheat the Eye At once a thousand we can gaze upon But are deceiv'd by their Transition What Touches is the same Beam takes from Beam The next still like yet diff'ring in the Extream Here runs this Tract whither we see that tends But cannot say Here this or there that ends Thus while they creep insensibly we doubt Whether the one pours not the other out Faces so quick and lively that we may Fear if we turn our Backs they 'l steal away Postures of Grief so true that we may swear Your artful Finger have wrought Passion there View we the Manger and the Babe we thence Believe the very Threads have Innocence Then on the Cross such Love such Grief we find As 't were the Transcript of our Saviours Mind Each Parcel so expressive each so fit That the whole seems not so much wrought as writ 'T is Sacred Text all we may quote and thence Extract what may be pass'd in our Defence Blest Mother of the Church be in the List Reason'd with four a She-Evangelist Nor can the Stile be Prophanation when The Needle may convert more than the Pen When Faith may come by Seeing and each Leaf Rightly perus'd prove Gospel to the Deaf Had not that Helen haply found the Cross By this your Work you had repair'd that Loss Tell me not of Penelope we do See a Web here more chast and sacred too Where are ye now O Women ye that sow Temptations lab'ring to express the Bow Of the blind Archer Ye that rarely set To please your Loves a Venus in a Net Turn your Skill hither then we shall no Doubt See the Kings Daughter Glorious too without Women sow'd only Fig-leaves hitherto Eves Nakedness is only cloath'd by you To the King THe Prince hath now an Equal and may see A Fellow to his Sports as great as he Nor need he lessen Birth or fall from State Or he depos'd to an Associate Or else to fit Companions to his Play Need lay your Scepter or your Crown away And now you may behold Sir by your side Your Royal self grown more and multiply'd And those past Years before and since your Reign May in your Children see liv'd o'er again Who are your Emblems and though none be free From Fate yet you in them Immortal be And whil'st we may preserve your Living thus When e'er you dye you not depart from us Your Sons will keep most of you from the Grave So though we change we no new King shall have You only will be varied as a Grain Lost in a Harvest more returns again And though perchance we cannot say like those Who are Heirs to their Fathers Eyes or Nose Report his Look and are so justly fac't Like him as if they were not born but cast That all these Signs we in the Princes find Yet sure there is more likeness in
their Mind Which you convey'd them through their Mother who Even thus did travel with your Vertues too Which to descend to our dull Sense and Earth Comes to us in their shapes and suffer Birth And be your Off-spring who when Chronicle Is all we have and Annals only tell Your Deeds and Actions and when Men shall look And see the Prince and Duke do all the Book And live your Royal Story and that all Which you did well was but prophetical Will not be thought as your Posterity But you in them will your Successor be To the Queen upon the Birth of her first Daughter AFter the Prince's Birth admired Queen Had you prov'd barren you had fruitful been And in one Heir born to his Fathers Place And Royal Mind had brought us forth a Race But we who thought we wisht enough to see A Prince of Wales have now a Progeny And you being perfect now have learnt the Way To be with Child as oft as we can pray So that henceforth we need no Altars vex With empty Vows being heard in either Sex Nor have we all our Kingdoms Incense try'd So many Years only to be deny'd We no Desires but thankful Off'rings bring That bearing many you prefer the King And to us yet have but one Daughter shown Who else had been the Original alone Without a Copy For the Shapes we see In Tables of you but bright Errors be Nor could we hope Art could beget an Heir To that sweet Form unless your self did bear Your Pourtraiture and in a Daughter shew That of your self which yet no Painter drew Who with his subtle Hand and wisest Skill Hath hitherto but striv'd to draw you ill And when he takes his Pencil from your Look Finds Colours make you but a Piece mistook And so paints Treason nor would have Pretence To scape but that he limns a fair Pretence But in the Princess you are writ so plain And true that in her you were born again And when we see you both together plac't You are your Daughter only grown in haste In both we may the self-same Graces see But that they yet in her but Infant be Not Woman Beauties nor will we despair The Prince and Duke of York have equal Share In your Perfection which though they divide Make them both Prince enough by th'Mothers side Whose Composition is so clear and good That we can see Discourses in your Blood And understand your Body so refin'd That of you might be born a Soul or Mind O may you still be fruitful and begin Henceforth to make our Year by lying in May we have store of Princes and they live Till Heraulds doubt what Titles they should give To this may you be young still and no other Signs of more Age found in you but a Mother Upon one that preacht in a Cloak SAw you the Cloak at Church to day The long-worn short Cloak lin'd with Say What had the Man no Gown to wear Or was this sent him from the Mayor Or is 't the Cloak which Nixon brought To trim the Tub where Golledge taught Or can this best conceal his Lips And shew Communion sitting Hips Or was the Cloak St. Pauls If so With it he found the Parchments too Yes verily for he hath been With mine Host Gaius at the new Inn. A Gown God bless us trails o'th'Floor Like th'Petticoat o'th'Scarlet Whore Whose large stiff Plates he dare confide Are Ribs from Antichrists own side A mourning Cope if it look to th' East Is the black Surplice of the Beast A Song of SACK COme let us drink away the time A Pox upon this pelting Rhime When Wine runs high Wit 's in the Prime Drink and stout Drinkers are true Joys Odd Sonnets and such little Toys Are Exercises fit for Boys 2. The whining Lover that doth place His Fancy on a painted Face And wasts his Substance in the Chase Would ne'er in Melancholy pine Had he Affections so Divine As once to fall in Love with Wine 3. Then to our Liquor let us sit Wine makes the Soul for Action fit Who drinks most Wine hath the most Wit The Gods themselves do Revels keep And in pure Nectar tipple deep When sloathful Mortals are asleep 4. They fudled me for Recreation In Water which by all Relation Did cause Deucalions Inundation The Spangle Globe had it almost Their Cups were with Salt-Water do'st The Sun-burnt Center was the Toast 5. The Gods then let us imitate Secure from carping Care and Fate Wine Wit and Courage both create In Wine Apollo always chose His darkest Oracles to disclose 'T was Wine gave him his Ruby-nose 6. Who dare's not drink 's a wretched Wight Nor do I think that Man dares fight All Day that dares not drink all Night Come fill my Cup untill it swim With Foam that overlooks the Brim Who drinks the deepest Here 's to him 7. Sobriety and Study breeds Suspicion in our Acts and Deeds The down-right Drunkard no Man heeds Give me but Sack Tobacco store A drunken Friend a little Whore Provide me these I 'll ask no more A Time-Sonnet NOw that our Holy Wars are done Between the Father and the Son And since we have by Righteous Fate Distrest a Monarch and his Mate And forc'd their Heirs flee into France To weep out their Inheritance Let 's set open all our Packs That contain ten thousand Racks Cast on the Shore of the Red Sea Of Naseby and of Newbery If then you will come provided with Gold We dwell close by Hell where we 'l sell What you will that is ill For Charity waxeth cold 2. Hast thou done Murther or Blood spilt We can soon get another Name That will keep thee from all Blame But be it still provided thus That thou hast once been one of us Gold is the God that shall pardon the Guilt For we have What shall save Thee from th' Grave Since the Law We can awe Although a famous Prince's Blood were spilt 3. If a Church thou hast bereft Of its Plate 't is Holy Theft Or for Zeal sake if thou bee'st Prompted on to be a Thief Gold is a sure prevailing Advocate Then come bring a Sum Law is dumb And submits to our Wits For it 's Policy guides a State The Parliament MOst Gracious and Omnipotent And Everlasting Parliament Whose Power and Majesty Is greater than all Kings by odds And to account you less then Gods Must needs be Blasphemy 2. Moses and Aaron ne'er did do More Wonder than are wrought by you For Englands Israel But though the Red Sea we have past If you to Canaan bring 's at last Is 't not a Miracle 3. In six Years space you have done more Than all the Parliaments before You have quite done the Work The King the Cavaller and Pope You have o'erthrown and next we hope You will confound the Turk 4. By you we have Deliverance From the Design of Spain and France Ormond Montross the Danes You aided by our