the same 1674 p. 106 〈◊〉 the Lord Mayor and Court of Aldermen presenting the late King and Duke of York each with a Copy of their Freedoms 1674 by the same p. 112 〈◊〉 Blood 's stealing the Crown by the same p 115 â—â—rther Instructions to a Painter 1670 by the same Ibid. â—ceana and Britannia a Dialogue by the same p. 117 〈◊〉 his Excellent Friend Mr. Andrew Marvell p. 122 〈◊〉 Epitaph on the Lord Fairfax by the Duke of Buckingham p. 123 〈◊〉 Essay upon tho Earl of Shaftsbury's Death p. 125 〈◊〉 Satyr in Answer to a Friend p. 128 〈◊〉 Character of the English in allusion to Tacitus de Vita Agric. p. 131 â—ollen with his Flock of Court Misses p. 132 â—â—r Tho. Armstrong's Ghost p. 135 â—he Royal Game or a Princely New Play found in a Dream 1672 p. 136 â—he Dream of the Cabal a Prophetick Satyr 1672 p. 137 â—n the three Dukes killing the Beadle on a Sunday Morning Feb. 26. 1670 p. 147 â—he History of Insipids a Lampoon 1676 by the Lord Roch r p 149 â—ochester's Farewell to the Court 1680 p. 154 Marvell's Ghost by Mr. Jo. Ayloffe p. 16â— The True Englishman 1686 p. 16â— On the young Statesmen by J D n 1680 p. 16â— Portsmouth's Looking-glass by the Lord Roch r p. 16â— The Impartial Trimmer 1682 p. 16â— Bajazet to Gloriana 1683 p. 16â— On King Charles by the Earl of Rochester for which we he was banish'd the Court and turn'd Mountebank p. 17â— Cato's Answer to Libanius when he advised him to go and consult thâ— Oracle of Jupiter Hamon translated out of the Ninth Book of Lucan p. 17â— The Lord Lucas's Ghost 1687 p. 17â— An Epitaph on Algernoon Sidney p. 17â— The Brazen Head p. 17â— The Answer to it Ibiâ— Upon the Execrable Murther of the Right Honourable Arthur Earl 〈◊〉 Essex p. 17â— An Essay upon Satyr by J. D n Esq p. 179 Upon an undeserving and ungratefull Mistress whom he could not helâ— loving p. 186 The Town Life p. 19â— A Satyr on the Modern Translators 1684 p. 19â— The Parliament-House to be Lett 1678 p. 19â— Advice to Apollo 1678 Ibid The Duel of the Crabs by the Lord B st occasion'd by Sir R. Hâ— his Duel of the Stags p 20â— Instructions to his Mistress how to behave her self at Supper with heâ— Husband 1682 p. 20â— The Sessions of the Poets to the Tune of Cook Lawrel p. 20â— Desire a Pindarick p. 21â— On the Prince's going to England with an Army to restrore the Government 1688 p. 21â— On his Royal Highness's Voyage beyond Sea March 3d. 1678 p. 21â— The Rabble 1680 p. 21â— A New Song of the Times 1683 p. 21â— The Battle-Royal A Dream 1687 p. 22â— An Epitaph upon Felron who was hang'd in Chains for Murdering thâ— Old Duke of Buckingham Written by the late Duke of Buckingham p. 24â— An Answer to Mr Waller's Poem on Oliver's Death called the Storm Written by Sir W G p. 24â— Clarindon's House-Warming Printed formerly with the Directions to 〈◊〉 Painter Writ by an unknown Hand p. 24â— Royal Resolutions By A. Marvell Esq p. 25â— On the Lord Chancellour H e's Disgrace and Banishment by King Charles II. p. 25â— The Parallel 1682. p. 254 The perfect Enjoyment by the Earl of Rochester p. 25â— A Satyr against Marriage by the same p. 25â— ADDENDA In Opposition to Mr. Dryden's Essay on Satyr 1689. p. 16â— POEMS ON State Affairs A Panegyrick on O. Cromwell and his Victories By E. Waller Esq. WHile with a strong and yet a gentle Hand You bridle Faction and our Hearts command Protect us from our selves and from the Foe Make us unite and make us Conquer too Let partial Spirits still aloud complain Think themselves injur'd that they cannot Reign And own no liberty but where they may Without controul upon their Fellows prey Above the Waves as Neptune shew'd his Face To chide the Winds and save the Trojan Race So has your Highness rais'd above the rest Storms of ambition tossing us represt Your drooping Country torn with Civil hate Restor'd by you is made a glorious State The Seat of Empire where the Irish come And the unwilling Scot to fetch their doom The Sea 's our own and now all Nations greet With bending Sails each Vessel in our Fleet. Your pow'r resounds as far as Wind can blow Or swelling Sails upon the Globe may go Heaven that has plac'd this Island to give Law To balance Europe and her State to awe In this Conjunction does our Britain smile The greatest Leader to the greatest Isle Whether this Portion of the World were rent By the wide Ocean from the Continent Or thus created it was sure design'd To be the sacred Refuge of Mankind Hither the opprest shall henceforth resort Justice to crave and succour of your Court And shew your Highness not for ours alone But for the World's Protector shall be known Fame swifter than your winged Navy flies Through every Land that near the Ocean lies Sounding your Name and telling dreadfull News To all that Piracy and Rapine use With such a Chief the meanest Nation blest Might hope to lift her head above the rest What may be thought impossible to do For us embraced by the Sea and you Lords of the World 's great wast the Ocean we Whole Forests send to reign upon the Sea And every Coast may trouble and relieve But none can visit us without your leave Angels and we know this Prerogative That none can at our happy State arrive While we descend at pleasure to invade The bad with Vengeance or the good to aid Our little World the Image of the great Like that amidst the boundless Ocean set Of her own growth has all that Nature craves And all that 's Rare as Tribute from the Waves As Egypt does not on the Clouds rely But to the Nile owes more that to the Sky So what our Heaven or what our Earth denies Our ever constant Friend the Sea supplies The tast of hot Arabia's Spice we know Free from the scorching Sun that makes it grow Without the Worm in Persian Silks we shine And without Planting Drink of every Vine To dig for Wealth we weary not our Limbs Gold though the heaviest Metal hither swims Ours is the Harvest where the Indians mow We plough the Deep and reap what others sow Things of the noblest kind our own Soil breeds Stout are our Men and Warlike are our Steeds Rome though her Eagle through the World had flown Could never make this Island all her own Here the Third Edward and the Black Prince too France-conquering Henry flourish'd and now You. For whom we staid as did the Grecian State Till Alexander came to urge their Fate When for more worlds that Macedonian cry'd He wist not Thetis in her lap did hide Another yet a world reserv'd for you To make more great than that he did subdue He safely might old Troops to Battle lead Against th'unwarlike Persian or the Mede Whose
this wond'rous Tweed VVhose one Bank Vertue t'other Vice does breed Or what new Perpendicular does rise Up from her Streams continu'd to the Skies That between us the common Air should bar And split the Influence of every Star But who considers right will find indeed 'T is Holy Island parts us not the Tweed Nothing but Clergy could us two seclude No Scotch was ever like a Bishop's Feud All Litanies in this have wanted Faith There 's no Deliver us from a Bishop's Wrath. Never shall Calvin pardon'd be for Sales Never for Burnet's sake the Lauderdales For Becket's sake Kent always shall have Tails Who Sermons e'er can pacifie and Prayers Or to the Joynt-stools reconcile the Chairs Though Kingdoms joyn yet Church will Kirk oppose The Mitre still divides the Crown does close As in Rogation Week they whip us round To keep in mind the Scotch and English Bound What the Ocean binds is by the Bishops rent Then Sees make Islands in our Continent Nature in vain us in one Land compiles If the Cathedral still shall have its Isles Nothing not Bogs nor Sands nor Seas nor Alps Separate the World so as the Bishops Scalps Scretch for the Line their Circingle alone ' I will make a more unhabitable Zone The friendly Load-stone has not more combin'd Than Bishops crampt the Commerce of Mankind Had it not been for such a Biass strong Two Nations had ne'er miss'd the Mark so long The VVorld in all doth but two Nations bear The Good the Bad and these mixt every where Undâ—â— each Pole place either of these two The Bad will basely Good will bravely do And few indeed can parallel our Climes For VVorth Heroick or Heroick Crimes The tryal would however be too nice Which stronger were a Scotch or English Vice Or whether the same Virtue would reflect From Scotch or English Heart the same effect Nation is all but Name a Shiboleth Where a mistaken Accent causes Death In Paradise Names only Nature show'd At Babel Names from Pride and Discord flow'd And ever since Men with a Female Spight First call each other Names and then they fight Scotland and England cause of just uproar Do Man and Wife signifie Rogue and Whore Say but a Scot and straight we fall to Sides That Syllable like a Picts's VVall divides Rational Mens Words Pledges are of Peace Perverted serve Dissention to increase For shame extirpate from each Loyal Breast That senceless Rancour against Interest One King one Faith one Language and one Isle English and Scotch 't is all but Cross and Pile Charles our Great Soul this only understands He our Affections both and VVills commands And where twin-Sympathies cannot attone Knows the last Secret how to make us one Just so the prudent Husbandman that sees The idle Tumult of his factious Bees The Morning Dews and Flowers neglected grown The Hive a Comb-Case every Bee a Drone Powders them o'er till none discerns his Foes And all themselves in Meal and Friendship lose The Insect Kingdom straight begins to thrive And all work Honey for the common Hive Pardon young Hero this so long Transport Thy Death more noble did the same extort My former Satyr for this Verse forget My Fault against my Recantation set â— single did against a Nation write Against a Nation thou didst single fight My differing Crimes does more thy Virtue raise And such my Rashness best thy Valour praise Here Douglas smiling said He did intend After suck Frankness shewn to be his Friend Forewarn'd him therefore lest in time he were Metempsycos'd to some Scotch Presbyter By A. M. Britannia and Raleigh By A. Marvel Esq Brit. AH Raleigh when thou didst thy Breath resign To trembling James would I h'd quitted mine Cubs didst thou call them Hadst thou seen this Brood Of Earls Dukes and Princes of the Blood No more of Scottish Race thou wouldst complain These would be Blessings in this spurious Reign Awake arise from thy long blest repose Once more with me partake of mortal VVoes Ra. What mighty Pow'r hath forc'd me from my rest Oh mighty Queen why so untimely drest Brit. Favour'd by Night conceal'd in this Disguise VVhilst the lewd Court in drunken slumber lies I stole away and never will return Till England knows who did her City burn Till Cavaliers shall Favourites be deem'd And Loyal Sufferers by the Court esteem'd Till Leigh and Galloway shall Bribes reject Thus O ns Golden Cheat I shall detect Till Atheist Lauderdale shall leave this Land And Commons Votes shall Cut-Nose Guards disband Till Kate a happy Mother shall become Till Charles loves Parliaments and James hates Rome Ral. VVhat fatal Crimes make you for ever fly Your once lov'd Court and Martyr's Progeny Brit. A Colony of French possess the Court Pimps Priests Buffoons in Privy-Chamber sport Such slimy Monsters ne'er approacht a Throne Since Pharaoh's Days nor so defil'd a Crown In sacred Ear Tyrannick Arts they croak Pervert his Mind and good Intention choak Tell him of Golden Indies Fairy Lands Leviathan and absolute Commands Thus Fairy-like the King they steal away And in his room a Changling Lewis lay How oft have I him to himself restor'd In 's Left the Scale in 's right-Right-hand plac'd the Sword Taught him their use what Dangers would ensue To them who strive to separate these two The bloody Scotish Chronicle read o'er Shew'd him how many Kings in purple Gore Were hurl'd to Hell by cruel Tyrant Lore The other day fam'd Spencer I did bring In lofty Notes Tudor's blest Race to sing How Spain's proud Powers her Virgin Arms controul'd And golden Days in peaceful Order roul'd How like ripe Fruit she dropt from off her Throne Full of grey Hairs good Deeds and great Renown As the Jessean Hero did appease Saul's stormy Rage and stopt his black Disease So the learn'd Bard with artful Song supprest The swelling Passion of his canker'd Breast And in his Heart kind Influences shed Of Countrys Love by Truth and Justice bred Then to perform the Cure so well begun To him I shew'd this glorious setting Sun How by her Peoples Looks pursu'd from far So mounted on a bright Celestial Car Out-shining Virgo or the Julian Star Whilst in Truth 's Mirrour this good Scene he spy'd Enter'd a Dame bedeck'd with spotted Pride Fair Flower-de-Luce within an Azure Field Her left-hand bears the antient Gallick Shield By her usurp'd her Right a bloody Sword Inscrib'd Leviathan our Sovereign Lord Her tow'ry Front a fiery Meteor bears An Exhalation bred of Blood and Tears Around her Jove's lewd rav'nous Curs complain Pale Death Lust Tortures fill her pompous Train She from the easie King Truth 's Mirrour took And on the ground in spiteful Fall it broke Then frowning thus with proud Disdain she spoke Are thred-bare Virtues Ornaments for Kings Such poor pedantick Toys teach Underlings Do Monarchs rise by Virtue or by Sword Who e'er grew Great by keeping of his Word Virtue 's a faint Green-sickness to brave Souls
to raise Men and Money That at Knightsbridge did hide Those brisk Boys unspy'd Who at Shaftsbury's Whistle were ready to follow And when Aid he should bring Like a true Brandford King Was here with a whoop and gone with a hollow 3. Algernoon Sidney Of Common-wealth Kidney Compos'd a damn'd Libel ay marry was it Writ to occasion Ill Blood in the Nation And therefore dispers'd it all over his Closet It was not the Writing Was prov'd or indicting Tho' he urg'd Statutes what was it but fooling Since a new trust is Plac'd in the Chief Justice To damn Law and Reason too by over-ruling 4. What if a Traytor In spite of the State Sir Should cut his own Throat from one Ear to the other Shall then a new freak Make Braddon and Speak To be more concern'd than his Wife or his Brother A Razor all bloody Thrown out of a Study Is Evidence strong of his desperate Guilt Sir So Godfrey when dead Full of horrour and dread Run his Sword through his Body up to the Hilt Sir 5. Who can think the case hard Of Sir Patience Ward That lov'd his just Rights more than those of his Highness Oh disloyal Ears As on Record appears Not to hear when to do the Papists a kindness An old doting Citt With his Elizabeth Wit Against the French mode for Freedom to hope on His Ears that told Lies VVere less dull than his Eyes For both them were shut when all others were open 6. All Europe together Can't shew such a Father So tenderly nice of his Son's Reputation As our good King is To labour to bring his By tricks to subscribe to a sham Declaration 'T was very good reason To pardon his Treason To obey not his own but his Brother's Command Sir To merit whose Grace He must in the first place Confess he 's dishonest under his hand Sir 7. Since fate the Court blesses With daily Successes And giving up Charters go round for a frolick Whilst our Duke Nero The Churches blind Hero By Murder is planting his Faith Apostolick Our modern Sages More wise than past Ages Think ours to establish by Popish Successors Queen Bess never thought it And Cecil forgot it But 't is lately found out by our prudent Addressors The Battle-Royal A Dream 1687 AS restless on my Bed one Night I lay Hoping with Sleep to ease the toils of Day I thought as graver Coxcombs us'd to doe On all the mischiefs we had late run through And those which are now likely to ensue What 't is that thus the frantick Nation dreads And from what cause their jealousie proceeds Whither at last to what event and end These sad Presages probably might tend For as Physicians always chuse to know Th' original cause from whence Distempers flow And by their early Symptoms boldly guess Whether or no their art shall have success So I like a young bold State Emp'rick too Did the same methods and same course pursue Till with variety of thoughts opprest I turn'd about to sleep and take my rest VVhile fancy like a Quean alone bore sway And did this Vision in a Dream convey Unknown and unperceiv'd I was me-thought Into a close retiring Chamber brought And by my Guide behind the Hangings plac'd VVhere I cou'd hear and see whatever pass'd VVhen in a corner of the room there sat Three fierce contenders in a hot debate And on a Table lay before them there The Directory Mass and Common-Pray'r This in a Cloak That had a shaven Crown The other in a Surcingle and Gown VVho by his Garb Demeaner and grave Look I for a Church of England Preacher took For howsoe'er they 're drest they may be known By a peculiar Carriage of their own At first I heard a strange confused Sound Nor could the meaning nor the sense expound Till he I mention'd last in rage up rose And partly thro' the Mouth and thro' the Nose Did thus his whining Sentiments disclose And is this all the great reward we must Enjoy for being faithfull to our trust VVill all the Services we 've done the King No better recompence and profit bring And can our boasted Loyalty return No other payment but Contempt and Scorn Must we thus basely from our hopes fall down And grow the publick scandal of the Town As our insulting Pride and Government Has been the publick Grievance and Complaint Our Prebends and our Bishops too turn'd out Depriv'd and scorn'd in Querpo walk about And must a transubstantiating Priest Be with their goodly Lands and Lordships blest Did we for this the Popish Plot deride And all our Sense and Nonsense too apply'd To blind the people's Reason and their Eyes To take it for a Sham and meer Device Our best and learned'st of Divines employ To foil the Scent and to divert the Cry Set bawling P ing up to talk it down And fill with canting Raillery the Town Did we for this young Levites send about To charm the Rabble and possess the Rout With feign'd Chymera's of a strange design Against the Church and State and Royal Line And vilely Russel and the rest remov'd When neither Crime or Plot was ever prov'd Nay did we all for this the Church disown And coin a New Religion of our own Of a more spruce and fashionable make Than was the Old and boldly undertake By Scripture for to prove the Common Prayer When we well knew there 's no such matter there Yet like the Calves at Bethel set it up And made them all before the Idol stoop And whosoe'ere the business would dispute We did by Fines and Pillory confute O precious Book the dearest thing that 's ours Except our Livings and our Sine-cures For which might they but still with us abide We'd part with thee or any thing beside As heretofore without reluctance we Have truckt our forfeit Consciences for thee But those are going too no more he cou'd Prevented by an overflowing Flood Of Tears which his lawn Band and Gown besmear'd As th' Ointment drench'd his Predecessor's Beard The subtle Priest who had resolv'd to stay Till he had spoken all he had to say Seeing the wretch with too much Grief o'relaid Stood up and thus the following Answer made 'T is true you 've done all this and ten times more As bad or worse than we have done before And if ye think ye have oblig'd the King Who were but under-Actors in the thing Then what do we deserve whose wit and brain Contriv'd the Plot and every private Scene For though a Conquest always is obtain'd And by each Souldier's single valour gain'd Yet those who did command and lead them on Share all the open Honour and Renown Ye were our Instruments and Drudges too As Rumney Keeling Howard were to you Who when they brought about your own design You left them to themselves to starve and pine So we the grand projectors of the Plot Who did to you your several parts allot Having no farther Service to employ
out-vy'd And the Sea-fowl all gaze t' behold a thing So vast more swift strong than they of Wing But yet presaging George they keep in sight And follow for the Reliques of a Fight Then let the Dutch with well dissembled fear Or bold despair more than we wish draw near At which our Gallants to the Sea but tender And more to fight their easy Stomachs render With Breasts so panting that at every stroke You might have felt their Hearts beat thro' the Oak While one concerned in the interval Of straining Choler thus did vent his Gall. Noah be damn'd and all his Race accurst Who in Sea-brine did pickle Timber first What though he planted Vines he Pines cut down He taught us how to Drink and how to Drown He first built Ships and in his Wooden Wall Saving but Eight e're since endanger'd all And thou Dutch Necromantick Fryar be damn'd And in thine own first Mortar-piece be ram'd Who first invented Cannon in thy Cell Nitre from Earth and Brimstone fetcht from Hell But damn'd and treble damn'd be Clarendine Our Seventh Edward with all his House and Line Who to divert the danger of the War With Bristol bounds us on the Hollander Fool coated Gown man sells to fight with Hans Dunkirk dismantling Scotland quarrels France And hopes he now hath bus'ness shap'd and Power T' out-last our Lives or his and scape the Tower And that he yet may see e're he go down His dear Clarinda circled in a Crown By this time both the Fleets in reach dispute And each the other mortally salute Draw pensive Neptune biting of his Thumbs To think himself a Slave whoe're o'recomes The frighted Nymphs retreating to their Rocks Beating their blue Breasts tearing their green Locks Paint Eccho slain only th'alternate sound From the repeating Cannon doth rebound Opdam sails placed on his Naval Throne Assuming Courage greater than his own Makes to the Duke and threatens him from far To nail him to his Boards like a Petar But in the vain attempt took fire too soon And flies up in his Ship to catch the Moon Monsieurs like Rockets mount aloft and crack In thousand sparks then dancingly fall back Yet e're this happen'd destiny allow'd Him his Revenge to make his death more proud A fatal Bullet from his side did range And batter'd Lawson Oh too dear Exchange He led our Fleet that day too short a space But lost his Knee since dy'd in glories Race Lawson whose Valour beyond fate did go And still fights Opdam in the Lake below The Duke himself though Pen did not forget Yet was not out of dangers Random set Falmouth was there I know not what to act Some say 't was to grow Duke too by contract An untaught Bullet in its wanton scope Dashes him all to pieces and his Hope Such was his rise such was his fall unprais'd A Chance-shot sooner took him than Chance rais'd His shatter'd Head the fearless Duke disdains And gave the last first proof that he had Brains Bartlet had heard it soon and thought not good To venture more of Royal Harding's Blood To be Immortal he was not of Age And did e'en now the Indian Prize presage And judg'd it safe and decent cost what cost To lose the Day since his dear Brother 's lost With his whole Squadron straight away he bore And like good Boy promis'd to fight no more The Dutch Auranea careless at us sail'd And promised to doe what Opdam fail'd Smith to the Duke doth intercept her way And cleaves t' her closer than a Remora The Captain wonder'd and withall disdain'd So strongly by a thing so small detain'd And in a raging bravery to him runs They stab their Ships with one anothers Guns They fight so near it seems to be on Ground And ev'n the Bullets meeting Bullets wound The noise the smoak the fire the sweat the blood Is not to be exprest nor understood Each Captain from his Quarter-deck commands They wave their bright Swords glittering in their hands All luxury of VVar all Man can do In a Sea-fight did pass between them too But one must conquer whosoever fight Smith takes the Gyant and is made a Knight Marlborough that knew and durst do more than all Falls undistinguisht by an Iron ball Dear Lord but born under a Star ingrate No soul more clear nor no more gloomy fate VVho would set up VVars Trade that means to thrive Death picks the Valiant out Cowards survive VVhat the Brave merit th' Impudent do vaunt And none 's rewarded but the Sycophant Hence all his Life he against Fortune fenc'd Or not well known or not well recompenc'd But envy not this praise t' his memory None more prepar'd was or less fit to dye Rupert did others and himself excell Holms Tydiman Minns bravely Sanson fell What others did let none omitted blame I shall record whoe're brings in his Name But unless after-stories disagree Nine only came to fight the rest to see Now all conspire unto the Dutchmens loss The wind the fire we they themselves do cross When a sweet sleep began the Duke to drown And with soft Diadems his Temples crown And first he orders all the rest to watch And They the Foe whilst He a Nap doth catch But lo Brunkar by a secret instinct Slept on nor needed he all day had winkt The Duke in bed he then first draws his steel Whose vertue makes the misled Compass wheel So e're He wak'd both Fleets were innocent And Brunkar Member is of Parliament And now dear Painter after pains like those 'T were time that I and thou too do repose But all our Navy scap'd so sound of Limb That a short space serv'd to refresh and trim And a tame Fleet of theirs doth Convoy want Laden with both the Indies and Levant Paint but this one Scene more the world 's our own And Halcyon Sandwich doth command alone To Bergen we with confidence made haste And th' secret spoils by hope already taste Though Clifford in the Character appear Of Supra-Cargo to our Fleet and their Wearing a Signet ready to clap on And seize all for his Master Arlington Ruyter whose little Squadron skim'd the Seas And wasted our remotest Colonies With Ships all foul return'd upon our way Sand ch would not disperse nor yet delay And therefore like Commander grave and wise To scape his sight and fight shut both his Eyes And for more state and sureness Cutten true The left Eye closeth the right Mountague And even Clifford proffer'd in his zeal To make all safe t' apply to both his Seal Vlysses so till Syrens he had past VVould by his Mates be pinion'd to the Mast. Now can our Navy view the wished Port But there to see the Fortune was a Fort Sand ch would not be beaten nor yet beat Fools only fight the Prudent use to treat His Cousin Mountague by Court-disaster Dwindled into the wooden Horse's Master To speak of Peace seem'd amongst all most proper Had
thou triumph and how reign That to a Groom could'st humble her disdain Stript to her Skin see how she stooping stands Nor scorns to rub him down with those fair Hands And washing lest the scent her crime disclose His sweaty Hoofs tickles him betwixt the Toes But envious Fame too soon began to note More Gold in 's Fob more Lace upon his Coat And he unwary and of Tongue too fleet No longer could conceal his Fortune sweet Justly the Rogue was whipt in Porters Den And Jermin streight has leave to come again Ah Painter now could Alexander live And this Campaspe thee Apelles give Draw next a pair of Tables opening then The House of Commons clattering like the men Describe the Court and Country both set right On opposite points the black against the white Those having lost the Nation at Tick-Tack These now adventuring how to win it back The Dice hetwixt them must the fate divide As chance does still in multitudes decide But here the Court doth its advantage know For the cheat Turner for them both must throw As some from Boxes he so from the Chair Can strike the Dye and still with them go share Here Painter rest a little and survey With what small Arts the publick Game they play For so too Rubens with affairs of State His labouring Pencil oft would recreate The close Cabal mark'd how the Navy eats And thought all lost that goes not to the Cheats So therefore secretly for Peace decrees Yet as for War the Parliament would squeeze And fix to the Revenue such a Summ Should Goodrick silence and strike Paston dumb Should pay Land Armies should dissolve the vain Commons and ever such a Court maintain Hyde's avarice Bennet's luxury should suffice And what can these defray but the Excise Excise a Monster worse than e'er before Frighted the Midwife and the Mother tore A thousand Hands she has and thousand Eyes Breaks into Shops and into Cellars pries With hundred rows of Teeth the Shark exceeds And on all Trades like Casawar she feeds Chops of the piece wheres'e're she close the Jaw Else swallows all down her indented Maw She stalks all day in Streets conceal'd from sight And flies like Batts with leathern Wings by night She wasts the Country and on Cities preys Her of a Female Harpy in Dog-days Black Birch of all the Earth-born Race most hot And most rapacious like himself begot And of his Brat enamour'd as 't increast Bugger'd in Incest with the mongrel Beast Say Muse for nothing can escape thy sight And Painter wanting other draw this fight Who in an English Senate fierce debate Could raise so long for this new Whore of State Of early Wittalls first the Troop march'd in For diligence renown'd and Discipline In loyal hast they lest young Wives in bed And Denham these with one consent did head Of the old Courtiers next a Squadron came That sold their Master led by Ashburnham To them succeeds a despicable Rout But knew the word and well could face about Expectants pale with hopes of Spoil allur'd Though yet but Pioneers and led by Steward Then damning Cowards rang'd the vocal Plain Wood these command Knight of the Horn and Cane Still his hook-shoulder seems the blow to dread And under 's Arm-pit he defends his Head The posture strange men laugh at of his pole Hid with his Elbow like the Spice he stole Headless St. Dennis so his Head does bear And both of them alike French Martyrs were Court Officers as us'd the next place took And follow'd F x but with disdainfull look His birth his youth his brokage all dispraise In vain for always he commands that pays Then the procurers under Progers fill'd Gentlest of men and his Lieutenant mild Bronkard Love's Squire through all the Field array'd No Troop was better clad nor so well paid Then marcht the Troop of Clarendon all full Haters of Fowl to Teal preferring Bull Gross Bodies grosser Minds and grosser Cheats And bloated Wren conducts them to their Seats Charleton advances next whose Wife does awe The Mitred Troop and with his Looks gives Law He marches with Beaver cockt of Bishops brim And hid much fraud under an aspect grim Next the Lawyers mercenary Band appear Finch in the Front and Thurland in the Rear The Troop of Priviledge a Rabble bare Of Debtors deep fell to Trelawney's care Their Fortunes error they supply'd in Rage Nor any further would than these ingage Then marcht the Troop whose valiant acts before Their publick acts oblig'd them to do more For Chimnies sake they all Sir Pool obey'd Or in his absence him that first it laid Then come the thrifty Troop of Privateers Whose Horses each with other interferes Before them Higgins rides with brow compact Mourning his Countess anxious for his Act. Sir Frederick and Sir Solomon draw lots For the Command of Politicks and Scots Thence fell towards but quarrels to adjourn Their Friends agreed they should command by turn Carteret the rich did the Accountants guide And in ill English all the world defy'd The Papists but of those the House had none Else Talbot offer'd to have led them on Bold Duncomb next of the Projectors chief And old Fitz-Harding of the Eaters Beef Late and disorder'd out the Drunkards drew Scarce them their Leaders they their Leaders knew Before them enter'd equal in command Apsley and Brotherick marching hand in hand Last then but one Powel that could not ride Left the French Standard weltring in his stride He to excuse his slowness truth confest That 't was so long before he could be drest The Lords Sons last all these did reinforce Cornbury before them manag'd Hobby-Horse Never before nor since an Host so steel'd Troop'd on to muster in the Tuttle-field Not the first Cock-horse that with Cork was shod To rescue Albemarle from the Sea-Cod Nor the late Feather-men whom Tomkins fierce Shall with one breath like Thistle Down disperse All the two Coventries their Generals chose For one had much the other nought to lose Nor better choice all accidents could hit While Hector Harry steers by Will the Wit They both accept the charge with merry glee To fight a Battle from all Gun-shot free Pleas'd with their Numbers yet in Valour wise They feign a Parley better to surprize They that e'er long shall the rude Dutch upbraid Who in a time of Treaty durst invade Thick was the Morning and the House was thin The Speaker early when they all fell in Propitious Heavens had not you them crost Excise had got the day and all been lost For t'other side all in close Quarters lay Without Intelligence Command or Pay A scatterr'd body which the Foe ne'er try'd But often did among themselves divide And some ran o'er each Night while others sleep And undescry'd return 'fore Morning peep But Strangeways that all Night still walk the round For Vigilance and Courage both renown'd First spy'd the Enemy and gave th' Allarm Fighting it single till the
Wine repeat To make them t'other Council-board forget That while the King of France with powerful Arms Gives all his fearful Neighbours strange Allarms We in our glorious Bachanals dispose The humbled Fate of a Plebean Nose Which to effect when thus it was Decreed Draw me a Champion mounted on a Steed And after him a brave Briggade of Horse Arm'd at all Points ready to reinforce His this Assault upon a single Man 'T is this must make Obryon great in Story And add more beams to Sandy's former Glory Draw our Olimpia next in Council set With Cupid S r and the tool of State Two of the first recanters of the House That Aim at Mountains and bring forth a Mouse Who make it by their mean retreat appear Five Members need not be demanded here These must assist her in her Countermines To overthrow the Darby House Designs Whilst positive Walks like Woodcock in the Park Contriving Projects with a Brewer's Clark Thus all Employ themselves and without Pity Leave Temple singly to be beat i' th' City A. Marvell Oceana Britannia By A. Marvell Esq Non ego sum vates sed prisci Conscius aevi Oceana WHither O whither wander I forlorn Fatal to Friends and to my Foes a scorn My pregnant Womb is labouring to bring forth Thy off-spring Archon Heir to thy just worth Archon O Archon hear my groaning Cries Lucina help asswage my Miseries Saturnian spight pursues me thro' the Earth No corner's left to hide my long wisht Birth Great Queen of the Isles yield me a safe retreat From the crown'd Gods that would my Infants eat To me O Delos on my Child-Bed smile My happy Seed shall fix thy floating Isle I feel fierce pangs assault my Teeming Womb Lucina O Britannia Mother come Britan. What doleful shrieks pierce my affrighted Ear Shall I ne'er rest for this lewd Ravisher Rapes Burnings Murthers are his Royal Sport These Modish Monsters haunt his perjur'd Court. No tumbling Player so oft e'er chang'd his shape As this Goat Fox Wolf timerous French Ape True Protestants in Roman Habits drest With Scrogs he baits that Ravenous Butchers Beast Tresilian Iones that fair fac'd Crocodile Tearing their Hearts at once doth weep and smile Neronian Flames at London do him please At Oxford Plots to Act Agathocles His Plot 's reveal'd his Mirth is at an end And 's fatal hour shall know no Foe nor Friend Last Martyr's day I saw a Cherub stand A cross my Seas one Foot upon the Land The' other on the enthralled Gallick Shore Aloud Proclaim their Time shall be no more This mighty Power Heav'ns equal Ballance sway'd And in one Scale Crowns Crosâ—ers Scepters laid I' th' other a sweet Smiling Babe did lye Circled with Glories deck'd with Majesty With steady Hand he pois'd the Golden pair The gilded Gew-gaws mounted in the Air The ponderous Babe descending in its Scale Leapt on my Shore Nature triumph'd Joy eccho'd throw the Earth The Heav'ns bowâ—d down to see the blessed Birth Whatâ—s that I hear A new born Babe's soft Cries And joyful Mother's tender Lullabies 'T is so behold my Daughter 's past all harms Cradeling an Infant in her fruitful Arms. The very same th' Angelick Vision shew'd In mein in Majesty how like a God What a firm Health does on her Visage dwell Her sparkling Eyes Immortal Youth fore-tell Rome Sparta Venice could bring forth So strong so temperate such lasting worth Marpâ—sia from the North with speed advance Thy Sisters Birth brings thy Deliverance Fergusian Founders this just Babe exceeds I' th' Arts of Peace and mighty Martial Deeds Ye Panopeians kneel unto your equal Queen Safe from the Foreign Sword and Barbarous Skeen Transports of Joy divert my yearning Heart From my dear Child my Soul my better part Heav'n show'r her choicest Blessings on thy Womb Our present help our stay in time to come Thou best of Daughters Mothers Matrons say What forc'd thy Birth and got this glorious Day Ocea Scap'd the slow Jaws o' th' grinding Pensioners I fell i' th' Traps of Rome's dire Murtherers Twice rescu'd by my Loyal Senate's Power Twice I expected my Babes happy Hour Malignant force twice check'd their Pious aid And to my foes as oft my State betray'd Great full of pain in a dark Winters-night Threatned pursu'd escap'd by suddain flight Pale fear gave speed to my weak trembling Feet And far I fled e'er Day our World could greet That dear lov'd Light which the whole Globe doth cheer Spur'd on my flight and added to my fear Whilst black Conspiracy that Child of Night In Royal Purple clad out dares the Light By Day her self the Faith's Defender stiles By Night dig Pits and spreads her Papal Toils By Day he to the Pompous Chappel goes By Night with York adores Rome's Idol shews Witness ye Stars and silent Powers of Night Her Treacheries forc'd my Innocent flight With the broad Day my danger too drew near Of help of Council void how shall I steer I' th' Pulpit of damn'd Strumpet at Court proclaim'd Where should I hide where should I rest defam'd Tortur'd in Thought I rais'd my weeping Eyes And sobbing Voice to th' all helping Skies As by Heav'n sent a Reverend Sire appears Charming my Grief and stopping my flood of Tears His busie circling Orbs two restless Spies Glanc'd to and fro out-ranging Argos Eyes Like fleeting Time on 's Front one lock did grow From his glib Tongue Torrents of Words did flow Propose Resolve Agrarian Forty one Lycurgus Brutus Solon Harington He said he knew me in my Swadling bands Had often danc'd me in his careful hands He knew Lord Archon too then wept and Swore Enshrin'd in me his Fame he did adore His Name I ask'd he said Politico Descended from the Divine Nicholo My state he knew my danger seem'd to dread And to my safety vow'd Hand Heart and Head Grateful Returns I up to Heaven send That in Distress had sent me such a Friend I ask'd him where I was Pointing he shew'd Oxford's Old Towers once the Learned Arts aboad Once great in Fame now a Pyratick Port Where Romish Priests and Elvish Monks resort He added near a new-built Colledge stood Endow'd by Plato for the Publick good Thither allur'd by Learned Honest Men Plato vouchsaf'd once more to live again Securely there I might my self repose From my fierce Griefs and my more cruel Foes Tyr'd with long flights e'en hunted down with fear The welcome news my drooping Soul did chear His pleasing words shortned the time and way And me beguil'd at Plato's house to stay When we came in he told me after rest He 'd shew me Plato and 's Venetian Guest I scarce reply'd with weariness opprest To my desir'd Apartment I repair'd Invoking Sleep and Heaven's Almighty Guard My waking Cares and stabbing frights recede And nodding Sleep dropt on my drowsie Head At last the summons of a busie Bell And glimmering Lights did Sleeps kind Mists dispel From Bed I stole and creeping
sense To judge 'twixt Treason and Allegiance As Fops meet in a Pit to damn a Play Not as they know but by what others say Unmeaning Fools who something to be at Follow the leading Cuckow like the Batt And justly merit as they are despis'd Rather to be rejected than chastis'd So bawling H n and K the mute With Noise and Nonsense fill up the Dispute And while the Club proclaims the lawless strife One is the Drum and t'other is the Fife What shall we say of Fa ge Br er Or C ry or dull D gh shall I flatter Who in the Synod drudge like Gally-slaves And buy the Stock to make a Gleek of Knaves Like Beasts insensible of wrong they stray And find a Pound quitting the King's Highway And now behold in triumph to their Follies In Noll's old Coach of State comes sneaking H s. Who sold the Father by an old Commission And purchases the Son with a Petition Now whether has the better on 't the Club Or the Five Members in the Royal Job This is the Bakers Dozen makes the Rump And little Wa r's leaven to the lump When B rd civilly had made his legg The Club engender'd and brought forth an Egg Which like Grand Cairo for a quick dispatch Hot Monsieur Parliament must sett and Hatch R ly began to puff and shake his Noddle And told them in plain terms the Brood was addle That to a Rump he never more would give Away his Birthright or Prerogative Then like a God which from his breath did leap Dissolv'd the Chaos of confused heap Bravely he spake and wisely he perform'd While still the Club against the Council storm'd Who rather than from Faction wou'd be free Or touch no more of the forbidden Tree Would damn themselves and their posterity How vile a thing is Man how sudden Fate Attends his frailty in the best Estate When arm'd with Innocence and Vertue all That makes him blest is subject then to fall The great first bold Offender oft I chid When I my self agreed to what he did Had I been there perhaps I had done worse And on my Rase entail'd a double curse Ev'n I who all this while exclaim'd at Vice And made to Loyalty a Sacrifice May be deem'd sawcy insolent and rude And thought as guilty by the multitude This Balm I 'le save against the deepest Wounds To keep my sharper Pen within its bounds And lest my soaring Muse too meanly fall Learn to write mannerly or not at all ADVERTISEMENT STate Poems continued from the Time of Oliver Cromwell to this year 1697 by the greatest Wits of the Age viz. Lord Rochester Lord D t Lord V n the Honourable Mr. M ue Sir F. Sh d Mr. Milton Mr Prior Mr. Stepney Mr. Ayloffe c. Among which are several Poems in English and Latin in Praise of Oliver Cromwell by Dr. South Mr. Lock Sir W. G n Dr. Crew Mr. Busby c. On King Charles II'ds Return by my Lord Rochester Three Satyrs by the same written between 1670 and 1680. A Charge to the Grand Inquest of England 1674. The Royal Buss and Windsor by the Lord Rochester An Epitaph on Card. Mazarine Satyr Unmusled the Hind and Panther transverst to the story of the City-Mouse and Country-Mouse the Man of Honour by the Honourable Mr. M ue The Vision the Converts the Lawreat the Poets Address the Audience the Dream Caesar's Ghost On the University of Cambridge burning the Duke of Monmouth's Picture 1685 by Mr. Stepney on the Commencement there by Mr. Ayloffe to Mr. F. Shepherd by Mr. Prior an Answer to King James's Declaration by several Hands on the Death of the Late Queen by the Lord Cutts on Tunbridge-Wells by Mr. Causton an Essay on Writing and Printing a Prologue by the Earl of Rochester on melting down the Plate 1697. On Tunbridge-Wells by the Lord Rochester A Satyr against Brandy On the Infanta of Portual On the Return of King Charles by Dr. South With many other excellent Poems never before Printed Price 3 s. Sold by the Booksellers of London and Westminster This First Part with the Continuation above makes a compleat Collection of all that is valuable in this Nature for these Forty Years Coleman Octob. the 15 th 76. Major D of Buck. Buck. Orm. Lauderâ— Arling Chancel Shafts Cliff Laud. Cliff