rest might arm Such Roman Cocles stood before the Foe The falling Bridge behind the Streams below Each ran as Chance him guides to several post And all to pattern his Example boast Their former Trophies they recall to mind And to new edge their angry courage grind First enter'd forward Temple Conqueror Of Irish Cattle and Solicitor Then daring S r that with Spear and Shield Had stretcht the Monster Patent on the Field Keen Whorwood next in aid of Damsel frail That pierc'd the Gyant Mordant thro' his Mail And surly Williams the Accountants bane And Lovelace young of Chimny-men the Cane Old Waller Trumpet-Ceneral swore he 'd write This Combat truer than the Naval fight Of birth state wit strength courage How'rd presumes And in his breast wears many Montezumes These with some more with single valour stay The adverse Troops and hold them all at bay Each thinks his person represents the whole And with that thought does multiply his soul Believes himself an Army theirs one Man As easily conquer'd and believing can With heart of Bees so full and head of Mites That each though Duelling a Battle fights Such once Orlando famous in Romance Broacht whole Brigades like Larks upon his Lance. But strength at last still under number bows And the faint sweat trickl'd down Temples brows Even Iron Strangeways chasing yet gave back Spent with fatigue to breathe a while Toback When marching in a seasonable recruit Of Citizens and Merchants held dispute And charging all their Pikes a sullen band Of Presbyterian Switzers made a stand Nor could all these the Field have long maintain'd But for th' unknown reserve that still remain'd A gross of English Gentry nobly born Of clear Estates and to no Fact on sworn Dear Lovers of their King and Death to meet For Country's cause that glorious thing and sweet To speak not forward but in action brave In giving generous but in Council grave Candidly credulous for once nay twice But sure the Devil can't cheat them thrice The Van and Battle tho' retiring falls Without disorder in their Intervals Then closing all in equal front fall on Led by great Garrway and great Littleton Lee equal to obey or to command Adjutant-General was still at hand The Marshal Standard Sands displaying shows St. Dunstan in it tweaking Satan's Nose See sudden chance of War to paint or write Is longer work and harder than to fight At the first charge the Enemy give out And the Excise receives a total rout Broken in courage yet the men the same Resolve henceforth upon their other game Where force had fail'd with Stratagem to play And what haste lost recover by delay St. Albans strait is sent to to forbear Lest the sure Peace forsooth too soon appear The Seamens clamours to three ends they use To cheat their pay feign want and th' House accuse Each day they bring the tale and that too true How strong the Dutch their Equipage renew Mean time thro' all the Yards their Orders run To lay the Ships up cease the Keels begun The Timber rots the useless Axe does rust Th' unpractic'd Saw lies buried in its dust The busie Hammer sleeps the Ropes untwine The Stores and Wages all are mine and thine Along the Coasts and Harbours they take care That Money lacks nor Forts be in repair Long thus they cou'd against the House conspire Load them with envy and with sitting tire And the lov'd King and never yet deny'd Is brought to beg in publick and to chide But when this fail'd and Months enough were spent They with the first days proffer seem content And to Land-Tax from the Excise turn round Bought off with Eighteen hundred thousand pound Thus like fair Thieves the Commons Purse they share But all the Members Lives consulting spare Blither than Hare that hath escap'd the Hounds The House prorogu'd the Chanchellour rebounds Not so decripet Aeson hasht and stew'd With Magick Herbs rose from the Pot renew'd And with fresh Age felt his glad Limbs unite His Gout yet still he curst had left him quite What Frosts to Fruits what Arsnick to the Rat What to fair Denham mortal Chocolat What an account to Carteret that and more A Parliament is to the Chancellour So the sad Tree shrinks from the Morning's Eye But blooms all Night and shoots its Branches high So at the Suns recess again returns The Comet dread and Earth and Heaven burns Now Mordant may within his Castle Tower Imprison Parents and the Child deflower The Irish Herd is now let loose and comes By Millions over not by Hecatombs And now now the Canary Patent may Be broach'd again for the great Holy-day See how he reigns in his new Palace culminant And sits in state Divine like Jove the Fulminant First Buckingham that durst ' gainst him rebel Blasted with Lightning struck with Thunder fell Next the twelve Commons are condemn'd to groan And roll in vain at Sisyphus's Stone But still he car'd whilst in revenge he brav'd That Peace secur'd and Money might be sav'd Gain and Revenge Revenge and Gain are sweet United most when most by turns they meet France had St. Albans promis'd so they sing St. Albans promis'd him and he the King The Count forthwith is order'd all to close To play for Flanders and the Stake to lose While chain'd together two Embassadors Like slaves shall beg for Peace at Holland's doors This done among his Cyclops he retires To forge new Thunder and inspect their Fires The Court as once of War now fond of Peace All to new sports their wanton fears release From Greenwich where Intelligence they hold Comes news of Pastime martial and old A punishment invented first to awe Masculine Wives transgressing Natures Law Where when the brawny Female disobeys And beats the Husband till for Peace he prays No concern'd Jury damage for him finds Nor partial Justice her behaviour binds But the just Street does the next House invade Mounting the Neighbour couple on lean Jade The Distaff knocks the Grains from Kettle fly And Boys and Girls in Troops run hooting by Prudent Antiquity that knew by shame Better than Law domestick broils to tame And taught Youth by spectacle innocent So thou and I dear Painter represent In quick Effigie others faults and feign By making them ridic'lous to restrain With homely sight they chose thus to relax The Joys of State for the new Peace and Tax So Holland with us had the Mastery try'd And our next Neighbours France and Flanders ride But a fresh News the great designment nips Off at the Isle of Candy Dutch and Ships Bab May and Arlington did wisely scoff And thought all safe if they were so far off Modern Geographers ' I was there they thought Where Venice twenty years the Turks had sought While the first year our Navy is but shewn The next divided and the third we 've none They by the Name mistook it for that Isle Where Pilgrim Palmer travell'd in Exile With the
Womb Of some rent Cloud does comes The Blazing Meteor or Destructive Stone Distant below the Grumbling Wind Pent up in Earth a vent would find But failing roars Like broken Waves upon the Rocky Shores The Earth with Motion rowls Those Buildings which did brave the Sky Now in an humble posture lye While here and there A subtile Priest and Sooth sayer The Fatal Dirges howl Thus when the first twelve Caesars fell A Jubilee was kept in Hell But when that Heaven designs the Brave Shall quit a Life to fill a Grave The Sun turns pale and Courts a Cloud From Mortals sight his Grief to shroud Shakes from his Face a shower of Rain And faintly views the World again The Tombs of Ancient Heroes weep Hard Marble Tears let fall The Genii who possess the Deep And seems the Islands Fate to keep Lament the Funeral Silence denotes the greatest Woe So Calms precede a Storm Deep Waters smoothest are we know And bear the evenest Form So 't is when Patriots cease to be And hast to Immortality Their Noble Souls blest Angels bear To the Ethereal Palace there Mounting upon the ambient Air While Wounded Atomes press the Ear Of Mortals who far distant are Hence sudden Grief does seize the Mind For good and brave agree Each being moves unto his Kind By Native Sympathy So 't was when mighty Cooper dy'd The Fabius of the Isle A sullen look the Great o'er-spread The Common People look as dead And Nature droopt the while Living Religion Liberty A mighty Fence he stood Peers Rights and Subjects Property None stronglier did maintain than he For which Rome sought his Blood Deep Politician English Peer That quash't the power of Rome The change of State they brought so near In bringing Romish Worship here Was by thy skill o'er-thrown ' Less Heav'n a Miracle design'd Sure it could never be One so Gyantick in his Mind That soar'd a pitch 'bove humane kind So small a Corps should be Time was the Court admir'd thy shrine And did the homage pay But wisely thou didst Countermine And having found the black design Scorn'd the Ignoble way Having thus strongly stem'd the Tide And set thy Country free Thou Cato like an Exile prid'st 'Mongst Enemies belov'd resid'st Whilst Good men Envy thee And as the Sacred Hebrew Seer Canaan to view desir'd So Heav'n did shew this Noble Peer The end of Popish Malice here Which done his soul expir'd A Satyr in Answer to a Friend 1682 'T Is strange that you to whom I 've long been known Should ask me why I always rail at th' Town As a good Hound when he runs near his Prey With double Eagerness is hard to Bay So when a Coxcomb dotâ— offend my sight To ease my Spleen I straight go home and write I love to bring Vice ill conceal'd to light And I have found that they that Satyr write Alone can season the useful with the sweet Should I write Songs and to cool Shades confin'd Expire with Love who hate all Women kind Then in my Closet like some fighting Sparks Thinking on Phillis Love upon my works I grant I might with bolder Muse inspir'd Some Hero Sing worthy to be admir'd Our King hath Qualities might entertain With Noblest Subjects Waller's lofty Pen. But then you 'll own no Man is thought his Friend That doth not love the Pope and York commend He who his Evil Counsellours dislikes Say what he will still like a Traytor speaks Now I Dissimulation cannot bear Truth and good Sense my Lines alike must share I love to call each Creature by his Name H a Knave S an Honest Man With equal scorn I always did abhor The Effeminate Fops and bustling Men of War The careful Face of Ministers of State I always judg'd to be a down-right Cheat. The smiling Courtier and the Counsellour Grave I always thought two different Marks of Knave They that talk loud and they that draw i' th' Pit These want of Courage shew those want of Wit Thus all the World endeavours to appear What they 'd be thought to be not what they are If any then by most unhappy choice Seek for content in London's crow'd and noise Must form his words and manners to the place If he 'll see Ladies must like Villers dress In a soft tone without one word of Sense Must talk of Dancing and the Court of France Must praise alike the ugly and the fair Buckly's good Nature Feltons shape and Hair Exalt my Lady Portsmouth's Birth and Wit And vow she 's only for a Monarch fit Although the fawning Coxcombs all do know She 's lain with Beaufort and the Count de Leau This method with some ends of Plays Basely apply'd and drest in a French Phrase To Ladies favour can e'en Hewit raise He that from Business would Preferment get Plung'd in the Toyls and Infamies of State All Sense of Honour from his Breast must drive And in a course of Villanies resolve to live Must cringe and flatter the King's Owls and Curs Nay worse must be obsequious to his Whores Must always seem to approve what they commend What they dislike by him must be contemn'd And when at last by a thousand different Crimes The Monster to his wisht-for Greatness climbs He must in his continu'd greatness wait With Guilt and Fears the Imprison'd D y's Fate This Road has H r and S r gone And thus must answer for the Ills they 've done Who then would live in so deprav'd a Town Where pleasure is but Folly power alone By Infamy obtain'd Wise Heraclitus all his life-time griev'd Democritus in endless Laughter Liv'd Yet to the first no fears of Plots were known Nor Parliaments remov'd to Popish Town Murthers not favour'd Virtues not supprest Laws not derided Commons not opprest Nor King who Claudius like expels his Son To make th' Imperious Nero Prince of Rome Nor yet to move the others merry vane Did Câ—ckolds who each Boy i' th' street could name Most learned proof in publick daily give That they themselves do their own shame contrive While their Lewd Wives scouring from place to place T' expose their secret Members hide their Face But Lo how would this Sage have burst his spleen Had he seen Whore and Fool with merry King And Ministers of State at Supper sit Mistaking Bawdy Ribaldry for wit Whilst C s with tottering Crown and empty purse Derided by his Foes to 's Friends a Curse Abandon'd now by every Man of Wit Delights himself with any he can get Pimps Fools and Parasites make up the Rout For want of Wedding Garments none 's left out But I shall weary both my self and you To tell you all the Follies that I know How a great Lord in numbers soft thought fit Though void of Sense to set up for a Wit And how with wondrous Spirit he and 's Friend An Epitaph to Cruel Cloris pen'd His Name I think I hardly need to tell For who should be but the Lord Ar l. But
he shall hector the Parliament And all wholsom Laws for the Publick prevent 11. And I will assert him to such a Degree That all his foul Treasons tho' daring and high Under my Hand and Seal shall have Indempnity 12. And what-e'er it cost me I 'll have a French Whore As bold as Alice Pierce and as fair as Jane Shore And when I 'm weary of her I will have more 13. Which if any bold Commoner dare to oppose I 'll order my Bravo's to cut off his Nose Tho' for't I a branch of Prerogative lose 14. My Pimp shall be my Minister Primier My Bawds shall Ambassadors far and near And my Wench shall dispose of Conge d'lire 15. I 'll wholly abandon all publick Affairs And pass all my time with Buffoons and Players And santer to Nelly when I should be at Prayers 16. I 'll have a fine Pond with a pretty Decoy Where many strange Fowl shall feed and enjoy And still in their Language quake Vive le Roy. On the Lord Chancellor H e's Disgrace and Banishment by King Charles II. PRide Lust Ambition and the Peoples Hate The Kingdom 's Broker ruin of the State Dunkirk's sad Loss Divider of the Fleet Tangier's Compounder for a barren Sheet This Shrub of Gentry marry'd to the Crown His Daughter to the Heir is tumbled down The grand Impostor of the Nobles lies Grov'ling in Dust as a just sacrifice To appease the injur'd King and abus'd Nation Who wou'd believe this sudden Alteration God will revenge too for the Stones he took From aged Paul's to make a nest for Rooks All Cormorants of State as well as he We now may hope in the same plight to see Go on great Prince thy People do rejoyce Methinks I hear the Nation 's total Voice Applauding this day's action to be such As roasting of the Rump or beating of the Dutch Now look upon the valiant Cavaliers Who for rewards have nothing had but Tears Thanks to this Wiltshire Hog Son of the Spittle Had they been look'd on he had had but little Break up the Coffers of this hoarded Thief There Millions will be found to make him Chief Of Sacrilege Ambition Lust and Pride All comprehended in the Name of Hyde For which his due rewards I 'd almost said The Nation may most justly claim his Head The Parallel 1682 AS when proud Lucifer aim'd at a Throne To have usurp'd it and made Heaven his own Blasphemous damn'd Design but soon he fell Guarded with dreadfull Lightnings down to Hell Or as when Nimrod lofty Babel built A Structure as eternal as his guilt Let us said he raise the pround Tower so high As may amaze the Gods and kiss their Sky He spoke but the success was different found Heaven's angry Thunder crush'd it to the ground So Lucifer and so proud Babel fell And 't is a cursed fall from Heaven to Hell So fall's our Courtier now to pride a Prey And falls too with as much Reproach as they And justly That with his nauseous Courtship durst defile The sweetest choicest Beauty of our Isle That he was proud we knew but now we see Like Janus looking at Eternity Both what he was and what he meant to be Stern was his Look and sturdy was his Gate He walk'd and talk'd and would have in State Disdain and Scorn sate Pearching on his Brow But Presto where is all that greatness now Why vanish'd fled dissolv'd to empty Air Fine Ornaments indeed to cheat the Fair And which is yet the strangest thing of all He has not got a Friend to mourn his fall But 't is but just that he who still maintain'd Disdain to all should be by all disdain'd Had not the lazy Drone been quite as blind Equally dim both in his Eye and Mind He might have plainly seen For the Example 's visible to all How strangely low ingratefull Pride may fall Presumptuous Wretch but that 's too kind a Name For one so careless of his Master's fame For as the Serpent did by Fraud deceive Th' unwary Soul of our first Parent Eve So he as impudently strove to inspire The Royal Maid with his delusive Fire But Heaven be prais'd not with the same Success For though his Pride 's as great his Cunning's less The Perfect Enjoyment By the E of R SInce now my Sylvia is as kind as fair Let endless Joy succeed a long Despair Oh what a Night of Pleasure was the last A full Reward for all my Troubles past And on my Head if future mischiefs fall This happy Night will make amends for all Nay tho' my Sylvia's love should turn to hate I 'de think on this and dying kiss my fate Twelve was the lucky minute when we met And on her Bed we 're close together set Tho' listning Spies might be perhaps too near Love fill'd our Hearts there was no room for fear And whilst I strove her melting heart to move With all the powerfull Eloquence of Love In her fair Face I saw the colour rise And an unusual softness in her Eyes Gently they look and I with joy adore That only Charm they never had before What she forbids Love doth by signs command Languishing Looks and squeezing of the Hand Love's Cypher is not hard to understand Whilst I transported too with amorous rage And fierce with expectation to engage But fasâ— she holds her Hands and close her Thighs And what she longs to do with Frowns denies A strange Effect in foolish Woman wrought Bred in Disguises and by Custom taught Custom which often Wisdom over-rules And onely serves for Reason to the Fools Taught by this method of her foolish Sex She 's forc'd a while me and her self to vex But when at length we had been striving long Her Limbs grown weak and her desires strong Who then can hold to let the Hero inn When he assaults and Love betrays within At last her hand to hide her blushes leave The Fort ungarded willing to receive My fierce assault mad with a Lovers hast Like Lightning piercing and as quickly past Some little pain might check her kind desire But not enough to make her once retire Maids wounds for pleasure bear as Men for praise Here Honour heals there Love the smart allays Now she her well contented thoughts employs On her past Fears and on her present Joys Whose Harbinger did freely all remove To make fit room for great luxurious Love Fond of the welcome Guest her Arms embrace My Body and her hand a better place Which with one touch so pleasing proud did grow It swell'd beyond the grasp that made it so Confinement scorns in any closer walls Than those of Love where it contented falls Tho' twice o'rethrown it more enflam'd does rise And will to the last drop fight out Loves prize She like some Amazon in Story proves That overcomes the Hero who she loves In the close strifes he took so much delight She then would think on nothing but the fight With joy
Talbot then treated of nought but Copper Or what are Forts when void of Ammunition VVith friends or foes what would we more condition Yet we three days till the Dutch furnish'd all Men Powder Money Cannon treat with VVall Then Tydiman finding the Danes would not Sent in six Captains bravely to be shot And Mountague though drest like any Bride And aboard him too yet was reach'd and dy'd Sad was the chance and yet a deeper care Wrinkled his Membranes under Forehead fair The Dutch Armado yet had th' impudence To put to Sea to waft their Merchants thence For as if all their Ships of Wall-nut were The more we beat them still the more they bear But a good Pilot and a favouring wind Brings Sand ch back and once again did blind Now gentle Painter e're we leap on shore With thy last strokes ruffle a Tempest o're As if in our reproach the Wind and Seas Would undertake the Dutch while we take ease The Seas the spoils within our Hatches throw The Winds both Fleets into our mouths do blow Strew all their ships along the Shore by ours As eas'ly to be gather'd up as Flow'rs But Sand ch fears for Merchants to mistake A man of War and among Flow'rs a Snake Two Indian ships pregnant with Eastern Pearl And Diamonds sate th' Officers and Earl Then warning of our Fleet he it divides Into the Ports and so to Oxford rides Mean while the Dutch uniting to our shames Ride all insulting o'er the Downs and Thames Now treating San ch seems the fittest choice For Spain there to condole and to rejoyce He meets the French but to avoid all harms Ships to the Groyn Embassies bear no Arms There let him languish a long Quarantain And ne'er to England come till he be clean Thus having fought we know not why as yet We 've done we know not what nor what we get If to espouse the Ocean all this pains Princes unite and do forbid the Bains If to discharge Phanaticks this makes more For all Phanaticks are when they are poor Or if the House of Commons to repay Their Prize-Commissions are transferr'd away But for triumphant check-stones if and shell For Dutchess Closet 't hath succeeded well If to make Parliaments as odious pass Or to reserve a standing force alass Or if as just ORANGE to re-instate Instead of that he is regenerate And with four Millions vainly giv'n as spent And with five Millions more of detriment Our Summ amounts yet only to have won A Bastard Orange for Pimp Arl ton Now may Historians argue con and pro Denham says thus though always Waller so And he good Man in his long sheet and staff This Pennance did for Cromwel's Epitaph And his next Theam must be o' th' Duke's Mistress Advice to draw Madam l' Edificatress Henceforth O Gemini two Dukes command Castor and Pollux Aumarle and Cumberland Since in one Ship it had been fit they 'd went In Petty's Double-Keel'd Experiment To the KING By Sir John Denham Imperial Prince King of the Seas and Isles Dear Object of our Ioy and Heaven's smiles What boots it that thy Light doth gild our Days And we lie basking in thy milder Rays While swarms of Insects from thy warmth begun Our Land devour and intercept our Sun Thou like Jove's Minos rul'st a greater Creet And for its hundred Cities count'st thy Fleet. Why wilt thou that State Daedalus allow Who builds the Butt a Lab'rinth and a Cow If thou art Minos be a Iudge severe And in 's own Maze confound the Engineer O may our Sun since he too nigh presumes Melt the soft wax wherewith he imps his Plumes And may he falling leave his hated Name Unto those Seas his War hath set on Flame From that Enchanter having clear'd thine Eyes Thy native sight will pierce within the Skies And view those Kingdoms calm with Ioy and Light Where 's Universal Triumph but no Fight Since both from Heaven thy Race and Power descend Rule by its Pattern there to re-ascend Let Iustice only awe and Battel cease Kings are but Cards in War they 're Gods in Peace Directions to a Painter By Sir John Denham SAnd ch in Spain now and the Duke in love Let 's with new Generals a new Painter prove Lilly's a Dutchman danger 's in his art His Pencils may Intelligence impart Thou Gibson that among thy Navy small Of Muscle-shells commandest Admiral Thy self so slender that thou shew'st no more Than Barnacle new hatch'd of them before Come mix thy Water-colours and express Drawing in little what we yet do less First paint me George and Rupert ratling far Both in one Box like the two Dice of War And let the terrour of their linked Name Fly thro' the air like Chain-shot tearing fame Jove in one Cloud did scarcely ever wrap Lightning so fierce but never such a clap United Generals sure are th' onely spell Wherewith United Provinces to quell Alas even they though shell'd in treble Oak Will prove an addle Egg with double Yolk And therefore next uncouple either Hound And loo them at two Hares e're one be found Rupert and Beaufort halloo ah there Rupert Like the phantastick hunting of St. Hubert When he with airy Hounds and Horn of air Pursues by Fontain-bleau the witchy Hare Deep providence of State that could so soon Fight Beaufort here e're he had quit Thouloon So have I seen e're Human Quarrels rise Foreboding Meteors combat in the Skies But let the Prince to fight with Rumour go The Generals meet a more substantial Foe Ruyter he spies and full of Youthfull heat Though half their number thinks the odds too great The Fowler watching so his watry spot And more the Fowl hopes for the better shot Though such a Limb was from his Navy torn He found no weakness yet like Sampson shorn But swoln with sense of former Glory wone Thought Monk must be by Albemarle out-done Little he knew with the same Arm and Sword How far the Gentleman out-cuts the Lord. Ruyter inferiour unto none for Art Superiour now in number and in Heart Ask'd if he thought as once our Rebel-Nation To conquer theirs too with a Declaration And threatens though he now so proudly sail He shall tread back his Iter Boreale This said he the short period e're it ends With Iron-words from Brazen-mouths extends Monk yet prevents him e're the Navies meet And charges in himself alone a Fleet And with so quick and frequent motion wound His murthering sides about the Ship seem'd round And the Exchanges of his Circling Tire Like whirling Hoops shew'd of triumphant Fire Single he doth at their whole Navy aim And shoots them through a Porcupine of flame In noise so regular his Cannons met You 'd think that Thunder was to Musick set Ah! had the rest but kept a time as true What age could such a Martial Consort shew The listning air unto the distant shore Through secret Pipes conveys the tuned Roar Till as the Eccho's vanishing abate
can sit there safe the Cannon pours Through the Walls untight and Bullets showers The neighbourhood ill and an unwholsome seat So at the first salute resolves retreat And swore that he would never more dwell there Untill the City put it in repair So he in Front his Garrison in rear March'd streight to Chatham to increase the fear There our sick Ships unrigg'd in Summer lay Like moulting Fowl a weak and easie Prey For whose strong bulk Earth scarce could Timber find The Ocean water or the Heaven's wind Those Oaken Gyants of the ancient Race That rul'd all Seas and did our Channel grace The conscious Stag tho' once the Forest's dread Flies to the Wood and hides his armless Head Ruyter forthwith a Squadron does untack They sail securely through the River's track An English Pilot too Oh shame Oh sin Cheated of 's Pay was he that shew'd them in Our wretched Ships within their Fate attend And all our hopes now on frail Chain depend Engine so slight to guard us from the Sea It fitter seem'd to captivate a Flea A Skipper rude shocks it without respect Filling his Sails more force to recollect Th' English from shore the Iron deaf invoke For its last aid Hold Chain or we are broke But with her sailing weight the Holland Keel Snapping the brittle Links does thorough reel And to the rest the opened passage shew Monk from the Bank that dismal sight does view Our feather'd Gallants which came down that day To be Spectators safe of the New Play Leave him alone when first they hear the Gun Cornb'ry the fleetest and to London run Our Seamen whom no dangers shape could fright Unpaid refuse to mount our Ships for spight Or to their Fellows swim on board the Dutch Who shew the tempting Metal in their clutch Oft had he sent of Duncomb and of Legg Cannon and Powder but in vain to beg And Vpnor Castle 's ill deserted Wall Now needfull does for Ammunition call He finds wheres'ere he succour might expect Confusion Folly Treachery Fear Neglect But when the Royal Charles what rage what grief He saw seiz'd and could give her no relief That Sacred Keel that had as he restor'd It 's exil'd Sov'raign on its happy board And thence the British Admiral became Crown'd for that merit with his Master's Name That pleasure-boat of War in whose dear side Secure so oft he had this Foe defy'd Now a cheap Spoil and the mean Victors slave Taught the Dutch Colours from its top to wave Of former glories the reproachfull thought With present shame compar'd his mind distraught Such from Euphrates bank a Tigress fell After her Robbers for her Whelps does yell But sees enrag'd the River flow between Frustrate Revenge and Love by loss more keen At her own Breast her useless Claws does arm She â—ears her self 'cause him she cannot harm The Guards plac'd for the Chain 's and Fleet 's defencâ— Long since were fled on many a feign'd pretence Daniel had there adventur'd man of might Sweet Painter draw his Picture while I write Paint him of Person tall and big of Bone Large Limbs like Ox not to be kill'd but shewn Scarce can burnt Iv'ry feign a hair so black Or Face so red thine Oker and thy Lack Mix a vain terror in his Martial look And all those lines by which men are mistook But when by shame constrain'd to go on Board He heard how the wild Cannon nearer roar'd And saw himself confin'd like Sheep in Pen Daniel then thought he was in Lions Den But when the frightfull Fire-Ships he saw Pregnant with Sulphur nearer to him draw Captain Lieutenant Ensign all make hast E'er in the fiery Furnace they be cast Three Children tall unsing'd away they row Like Shadrack Mesheck and Abednego Each dolefull day still with fresh loss returns The Loyal London now a third time burns And the true Royal Oak and Royal Iames Ally'd in Fate encrease with theirs her flames Of all our Navy none should now survive But that the Ships themselves were taught to dive And the kind River in its Creek them hides Fraughting their pierced Keels with Ouzy sides Up to the Bridge contagious Terror struck The Tow'r it self with the near danger shook And were not Ruyter's Maw with ravage cloy'd Ev'n London's ashes had been then destroy'd Officious fear however to prevent Our loss does so much more our loss augment The Dutch had robb'd those Jewels of the Crown Our Merchant-men lest they should burn we drown So when the Fire did not enough devour The Houses were demolish'd near the Tow'r Those Ships that yearly from their teeming hole Unloaded here the Birth of either Pole Fir from the North and Silver from the West From the South Perfumes Spices from the East From Gambo Gold and from the Ganges Jems Take a short Voyage underneath the Thames Once a deep River now with Timber floor'd And shrunk less navigable to a Ford. Now nothing more at Chatham's left to burn The Holland Squadron leisurely return And spight of Ruperts and of Albermarles To Ruyter's Triumph led the Captive Charles The pleasing sight he often does prolong Her Mast erect tough Cordage Timber strong Her moving shape all these he doth survey And all admires but most his easie Prey The Seamen search her all within without Viewing her strength they yet their Conquest doubt Then with rude shouts secure the Air they vex With gamesom joy insulting on her Decks Such the fear'd Hebrew Captive blinded shorn Was led about in sport the publick scorn Black day accurst on thee let no man hale Out of the Port or dare to hoyse a Sail Or row a Boat in thy unlucky hour Thee the Years Monster let thy Dam devour And constant time to keep his course yet right Fill up thy space with a redoubled Night When aged Thames was bound with Fetters base And Medway chaste ravisht before his face And their dear Offspring murder'd in their sight Thou and thy fellows held'st the odious light Sad chance since first that happy Pair was wed When all the Rivers grac'd their Nuptial bed And Father Neptune promis'd to resign His Empire old to their Immortal line Now with vain grief their vainer hopes they rue Themselves dishonour'd and the Gods untrue And to each other helpless couple mourn As the sad Tortoise for the Sea does groan But most they for their darling Charles complain And were it burnt yet less would be their pain To see that fatal pledge of Sea command Now in the Ravisher de Ruyter's hand The Thames roar'd swooning Medway turn'd her tyde And were they mortal both for grief had dy'd The Court in Farthing yet it self does please And female Steward there rules the four Seas But fate does still accumulate our woes And Richmond her commands as Ruyter those After this loss to relish discontent Some one must be accus'd by punishment All our miscarriages on Pett must fall His Name alone seems fit to answer all Whose
Dastards their Hearts their active Heat controuls The Rival God Monarchs of t'other VVorld This mortal Poyson among Princes hurl'd Fearing the mighty Projects of the Great Shall drive them from their proud Celestial Seat If not o'er-aw'd This new found holy Cheat Those pious Frauds too slight t' insnare the brave Are proper Arts the longâ—ear'd Rout t'inslave Bribe hungry Priests to deifie your Might To teach your Will 's your only Rule to Right And sound Damnation to all that dare deny 't Thus Heavens designs 'gainst Heaven you shall turn And make them feel those Powers they once did scorn When all the gobling Interest of Mankind By Hirelings sold to you shall be resign'd And by Impostures God and Man betray'd The Church and State you safely may invade So boundless Lewis in full Glory shines Whilst your starv'd Power in Legal Fetters pines Shake off those Baby-Bands from your strong Arms Henceforth be deaf to that old Witches Charms Tast the delicious Sweets of Sovereign Power 'T is Royal Game whole Kingdoms to deflower Three spotless Virgins to your Bed I 'll bring A Sacrifice to you their God and King As these grow stale we 'll harrass Human kind Rack Nature till new Pleasures you shall find Strong as your Reign and beauteous as your Mind When she had spoke a confus'd Murmur rose Of French Scotch Irish all my mortal Foes Some English too O shame disguis'd I spy'd Led all by the wise Son in Law of Hide With Fury drunk like Bachanals they roar Down with that common Magna Charta Whore With joynt Consent on helpless me they flew And from my Charles to a base Goal me drew My reverend Age expos'd to Scorn and Shame To Prigs Bawds Whores was made the publick Game Frequent Addresses to my Charles I send And my sad State did to his Care commend But his fair Soul transform'd by that French Dame Had lost a Sense of Honour Justice Fame Like a tame Spinster in 's Seraigl ' he sits Besieg'd by Whores Buffoons and Bastards Chits Lull'd in Security rowling in Lust Resigns his Crown to Angel Carwell's Trust. Her Creature O the Revenue steals False F h Knave Ang esy misguide the Seals Mac-James the Irish Biggots does adore His French and Teague commands on Sea and Shore The Scotch-Scalado of our Court two Isles False Lauderdale with Ordure all defiles Thus the States Night marr'd by this hellish Rout And no one left these Furies to cast out Ah! Vindex come and purge the poyson'd State Descend descend e'er the Cure's desperate Ral. Once more great Queen thy Darling strive to save Snatch him again from Scandal and the Grave Present to 's Thoughts his long scorn'd Parliament The Basis of his Throne and Government In his deaf Ears sound his dead Father's Name Perhaps that Spell may's erring Soul reclaim Who knows what good Effects from thence may spring 'T is God-like good to save a falling King Brit. Rawleigh no more for long in vain I 've try'd The Stewart from the Tyrant to divide As easily learn'd Vertuoso's may With the Dog's Blood his gentle Kind convey Into the Wolf and make him Guardian turn To the bleating Flock by him so lately torn If this Imperial Juice once taint his Blood 'T is by no potent Antidote withstood Tyrants like Lep'rous Kings for publick Weal Should be immur'd lest the Contagion steal Over the whole Th' Elect of the Jessean Line To this firm Law their Scepter did resign And shall this base Tyrannick Brood evade Eternal Laws by God for Mankind made To the serene Venetian State I 'll go From her sage Mouth fam'd Principles to know With her the Prudence of the Ancients read To teach my People in their steps to tread By their great Pattern such a State I 'll frame Shall eternize a glorious lasting Name Till then my Raleigh teach our noble Youth To love Sobriety and holy Truth Watch and preside over their tender Age Lest Court-Corruption should their Soul engage Teach them how Arts and Arms in thy young Days Employ'd our Youth not Taverns Stews and Plays Tell them the generous Scorn their rise does owe To Flattery Pimping and a Gawdy Show Teach them to scorn the Carwells Portsmouths Nells The Clevelands O Berties Lauderdales Poppea Tegoline and Arteria's Name Who yield to these in Lewdness Lust and Fame Make 'em admire the Talbots Sidneys Veres Drake Cav'ndish Blake Men void of slavish Fears True Sons of Glory Pillars of the State On whose fam'd Deeds all Tongues and Writers wait When with fierce Ardour their bright Souls do burn Back to my dearest Country I 'll return Tarquin's just Judg and Caesar's equals Peers With them I 'll bring to dry my Peoples Tears Publicola with healing Hands shall pour Balm in their Wounds and shall their Life restore Greek Arts and Roman Arms in her conjoyn'd Shall England raise relieve opprest Mankind As Jove's great Son th' infested Globe did free From noxious Monsters hell-born Tyranny So shall my England in a Holy War In Triumph lead chain'd Tyrants from a far Her true Crusado shall at last pull down The Turkish Crescent and the Persian Sun Freed by thy Labours Fortunate Blest Isle The Earth shall rest the Heaven shall on thee smile And this kind Secret for Reward shall give No poyson'd Tyrants on thy Earth shall live Advice to a Painter By A. Marvell Esq SPread a lage Canvass Painter to contain The great Assembly and the num'rous Train Where all about him shall in Triumph sit Abhorring Wisdom and despising Wit Hating all Justice and resolv'd to Fight To rob their native Country of their Right First draw his Highness prostrate to the South Adoring Rome this Label in his Mouth Most holy Father being joyn'd in League With Father Patrick D and with Teague Thrown at your Sacred Feet I humbly bow I and the wise Associates of my Vow A Vow nor Fire nor Sword shall ever end Till all this Nation to your Foot-stool bend Thus arm'd with Zeal and Blessings from your Hands I 'll raise my Papists and my Irish Bands And by a noble well-contrived Plot Manag'd by wise Fitz-Gerald and by Scot Prove to the World I 'll make old England know That common Sence is my eternal Foe I ne'er can fight in a more glorious Cause Than to destroy their Liberty and Laws Their House of Commons and their House of Lords Their Parchment Presidents and dull Records Shall these e'er dare to contradict my Will And think a Prince o' th' Blood can e'er do ill It is our Birth-right to have Power to kill Shall they e'er dare to think they shall decide The way to Heaven And who shall be my Guide Shall they pretend to say That Bread is Bread If we affirm it is a God indeed Or that there 's no Purgatory for the Dead That Extreme Unction it s but common Oyl And not infallible the Roman Soil I 'll have those Villains in our Notions rest And I do
had eat his Brood And had been thus stain'd with their impious Blood He had in that less ill more Man-hood shew'd Cease cease O C thus to pollute our Isle Return return to thy long wish'd Exile There with thy Court defile thy Neighbour States And with thy Crimes precipitate their fates See where the Duke in damn'd Divan does sit To 's vast designs wracking his Pigmy Wit Whilst a choice Senate of the Ignation Crew The waies to Murder Treason Conquest shew Dissenters they oppress with Laws severe That whilst to Wound those Innocents we fear Their cursed Sect we may be forc'd to spare Twice the Reform'd must fight a Bloody Prize That Rome and France may on their ruine rise Old Bonner single Hereticks did burn These Reform'd Cities into Ashes turn â—nd every year new Fires make us Mourn Ireland stands ready for his Cruel Reign Well fatned once she gapes for Blood again For Blood of English Martyrs basely Slain Our Valiant Youth abroad must learn the Trade Of unjust War their Country to Invade Whilst others here do guard us to prepare Our Gauled Necks his Iron Yoke to bear Lo how the Wight already is betray'd And Bashaw Holms does the poor Isle invade T' ensure the Plot France must her Legions lend Rome to restore and to Enthrone Rome's Friend 'T is in return James does our Fleet betray That Fleet whose Thunder made the World obey Ships once our safety and our glorious might Are doom'd with Worms and Rottenness to Fight Whilest France rides Soveraign o're the British Main Our Merchants robb'd and our brave Seamen ta'ne Thus this rash Phaeton with fury hurl'd And rapid rage consumes our British World Blast him Oh Heavens in his mad Career And let this Isle no more his Frenzy fear C J 't is he that all good Men abhor False to thy self but to thy Friend much more To him who did thy promis'd Pardon hope Whilst with pretended Joy he kiss'd the Rope O'rewhelm'd with Guilt and gasping out a Lye Deceiv'd and unprepar'd thou lets him Dye With equal Gratitude and Charity In spight of Jermin and of Black-mouth'd Fame This St s trick Legitimates thy Name With one consent we all her Death desire Who durst her Husbands and her Kings Conspire And now just Heavens prepar'd to set us free Heaven and our hopes are both oppos'd by thee Thus fondly thou do'st Hides old Treason own Thus makes thy new suspected Treason known Bless me What 's that at Westminster I see That piece of Legislative Pagentry To our dear James has Rome her Conclave lent Or has Charles bought the Paris Parliament None else would promote James with so much Zeal Who by Proviso hopes the Crown to steal See how in humble guise the Slaves advance To tell a tale of Army and of France Whilst proud Prerogative in scornful Guise Their Fear Love Duty Danger does despise There in a brib'd Committee they contrive To give our Birth-right's to Prerogative Give did I say They sell and sell so dear That half each Tax D distributes there D 't is fit the price so great should be They sell Religion sell their Liberty These Vipers have their Mothers Entrals torn And wou'd by force a second time be born They haunt the place to which you once were sent This Ghost of a departed Parliament Gibbets and Halters Country men prepare Let none let none their Renegadoes spare When that Day comes we 'll part the Sheep and Goats The spruce brib'd Monsieurs from the true Grey Coats New Parliaments like Manna all Tastes please But kept too long our Food turns our Disease From that loath'd sight Hodge turn'd his weeping Eyes And London thus Alarms with Loyal Cries Tho' common Danger does approach so nigh This stupid Town sleeps in Security Out of your Golden Dream awake awake Your All your All tho' you see 't not at 's Stake More dreadful Fires approach your falling Town Then those which burnt your stately Structures down Such fatal Fires as once in Smithfield shone If then ye stay till Edward's Orders give No mortal Arm your safety can retrieve See how with Golden Baits the crafty Gaul Has brib'd our Geese to yield the Capital And will ye tamely see your selves betray'd Will none stand up in our dear Country's aid Self-preservation Natures first great Law All the Creation except Man does awe 'T was in him six'd till lying Priests defac'd His Heav'n-born Mind and Natures Tablets raz'd Tell me ye forging Crew what Law reveal'd By God to Kings the Jus Divinum seal'd If to do good ye Jus Divinum call It is the grand Prerogative of all If to do lll unpunish'd be their Right Such Power 's not granted that great King of night Man's Life moves on the Poles of hope and fear Reward and Pain all Orders do revere But if your dear Lord Sov'raign you would spare Admonish him in his Blood-thirsty Heir So when the Royal Lyon does offend The beaten Currs example makes him mend This said poor Hodge then in a broken tone Cry'd out Oh Charles thy Life thy Life thy Crown Ambitious James and Bloody Priests Conspire Plots Papists Murders Massacres and Fire Poor Protestants With that his Eyes did rowl His Body fell out fled his frighted Soul A Dialogue between two Horses By Andrew Marvell Esq 1674 The Introduction WE read in profane and sacred Records Of Beasts that have utter'd Articulate VVords When Magpies and Parrots cry VValk Knaves walk It is a clear Proof that Birds too may talk And Statues without either Wind-pipes or Lungs Have spoken as plainly as Men do with Tongues Livy tells a strange Story can hardly be fellow'd That a Sacrific'd Ox when his Guts were out bellow'd Phalaris had a Bull which as grave Authors tell you Would roar like a Devil with a Man in his Belly Friar Bacon had a Head that speak made of Brass And Balaam the Prophet was reprov'd by his Ass. At Delphos and Rome Stocks and Stones now and then Sirs Have to Questions return'd Articulate Answers All Popish Believers think something divine When Images speak possesseth the Shrine But they that Faith Catholick ne'er understood When Shrines give Answer a Knaves on the Road. Those Idols ne're spoke but are Miracles done By the Devil a Priest a Frier or a Nun. If the Roman Church good Christians oblige ye To believe Man and Beast have spoke in Effigie Why should we not credit the publick Discourses In a Dialogue between two Inanimate Horses The Horses I mean of VVool-Church and Charing Who told many Truths worth any Man's hearing Since Viner and Osborn did buy and provide 'em For the two mighty Monarchs that now do bestride 'em The stately brass Stallion and the white marble Steed One Night came together by all 't is agreed When both Kings being weary of sitting all Day Were stollen off Incognito each his own way And then the two Jades after mutual Salutes Not only discours'd but fell
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
brought In Exile and in Death to England true What more could Brutus or just Cato do What can the Villains spread to blast thy fame Unless thy former Loyalty they blame To be concern'd the Stuarts to restore Is a reproach that hardly can be bore The utmost Plague a Nation could befall Like the forbidden Fruit it curst us all Yet thou in season a brave Convert grew Abhorr'd their counsels and their int'rest too And death at last before their smiles preferr'd So holy Cranmer burnt the hand that err'd Let 'em now place thy Quarters in the Air 'T will please thy soul to think they flourish there Thou scorn'st to hope for freedome in the Grave And slumbring lie whilst England was a Slave Thy Carcass stands a Monument to all Till the whole Progeny a Victim fall And like their Father tread that Stage which some In a blasphemous strain call Martyrdom For they in guilt transcendently excell All that e'er Poets or Historians tell To act fresh Murders and by Flames devour Is but the recreation of their power For they alone are for destruction chose Who either Rome or Tyranny oppose Tarquin and Nero were but Types of these In whom all crimes are in their last degrees Swelling like Nile in a prodigious Flood Of execrable Villanies and Blood Yet how the age their Lives and Peace betray And those whom th' ought to sacrifice th' obey They lick up Poyson and to Tortures run And madly hugg all Egypt's Plagues in one Degenerous Slaves such Monsters to adore Was ever Sodom so caress'd before Quick vengeance put a period to their breath By their destruction ease the groaning earth For Mortals attempt the righteous work in vain Heaven it self does th' immediate glory claim For they 're reserv'd by Thunder to be slain The Royal Game or A Princely new Play found in a Dream c. 1672 PROLOGVE WHoever looks about and minds things well And on Affairs abroad doth take a view May think the Story which I here do tell Was never dream't it falleth out so true I do confess it 's something hard to find A crooked Path directly in the dark And while a Man 's asleep you know he 's blind And can't easily hit on a Mark Well be it so yet this you know is right What 's seen i' th' Day is dreamt again at Night A Dream I hope will no Wise man offend Nor will it Treason be I trow to lend A Copy of my Dream unto my Friend Cabal beware your Shins For thus my Tale begins The Dream of the Cabal A Prophetick Satyr Anno 1672 AS 'tother Night in Bed I thinking lay How I my Rent shou'd to my Landlord Pay Since Corn nor Wool nor Beast would Money make Tumbling perplex'd these Thoughts kept me awake What will become of this mad World quoth I Whatâ—s its Disease what is its Remedy Where will it issue whereto does it tend Some ease to Misery 't is to know its end Till Servants Dreaming as they us'd to doe Snor'd me asleep I fell a Dreaming too Methought there met the Grand Cabal of Seven Odd numbers some Men say do best please Heaven When sate they were and Doors were all fast shut I secret was behind the Hangings put Both hear and see I could but he that there Had placed me bad me have as great a care Of stirring as my life and ere that out From thence I came resolv'd shou'd be my Doubt What would become of this mad World unless Present Designs were cross'd with ill success An awful Silence there was held some space Till trembling thus began one call'd his Grace Great Sir your Goverment for first twelve years Has spoil'd the Monarchy and made our Fears So potent on us that we must change quite Th' old Foundations and make new wrong or right For too great mixture of Democracy Within this Goverment allay'd must be And no allay like nulling Parliaments O' th' Peoples Pride and Arrogance the vents Factious and Saucy disputing Royal Pleasure Who your Commands by their own humours measure For King in Barnacles and to th' Rack-Staves ty'd You must remain if these you will abide So spake the Long blue-Ribbon then a Second Though not so tall yet quite as wise is reckon'd Did thus begin Great Sir you are now on A tender Point much to be thought upon And thought on only for by Ancient Law 'T was Death to mention what my Lord fore-saw His trembling shew'd it wherefore I am so bold To advise its standing lest it shou'd be told We did attempt to change it for so much Our Ancestors securâ—d it that to touch Like Sacred Mount 't is Death and such a Trick I no-ways like my Tongue shou'd break my Neck Thus said he sate Then Lord of Northern Tone In Gall and Guile a second unto none Inraged rose and Col'rick thus began Dread Majesty Male beam of Fame a Son Of th' hundred and tenth Monarch of the Nore De'l split the Weam of th' Loon that spoke afore Shame faw the Crag of that ill-manner'd Lord That nent his King durst speak so faw a word And aw my Saul right weell the first man meant De'l hoop his Luggs that loves a Parliament Twa Houses aw my Saul are too too mickle They 'll gar the Leard shall ne'er have a more prickle No money get to gee the bonny Lass But full as good be Born without a Ten thousand Plagues light on his Cragg that gang To make you be but third part of a King De'l take my Saul I 'll ne'er the matter mince I 'd rather subject be then sike a Prince To Hang and Burn and Slay and Draw and Kill And measure aw things by my awn gude will Is gay Dominion a Checkmate I hate Of Men or Laws it looks so like a State This eager well-meant Zeal some Laughter stirr'd Till Nose half Plush half Flesh the Inkhorn Lord Crav'd Audience thus Grave Majesty Divine Pardon that Cambridge Title I make mine We now are enter'd on the great'st Debate That can concern your Throne and Royal State His grace hath so spoke all that we who next Speak after can but comment on his Text Only 't is wonder at this sacred Board Shou'd sit 'mongst us a Magna Charta Lord A Peer of old Rebellious Barons breed Worst and great'st Enemies to Royal Seed But to proceed well was it urg'd by s Grace Such Liberty was given for twelve years space That are by past there 's no necessity Of new Foundations if safe you 'll be What Travel Charge and Art before was set This Parliament we had you can't forget Now force cajole and court and bribe for fear They wrong should run e'er since they have been here What diligence what study day and night Was on us and what care to keep them right Wherefore if good you can't make Parliament On whom such costs such art and pains were spent And Moneys all we had for
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By Mr. John Ayloffe WHat should I ask my Friends which best wou'd be To live enslav'd or thus in Arms dye free If any force can honours price abate Or Vertue bow beneath the Blows of Fate If Fortune's Threats a steady Soul disdains Or if the Joys of life be worth the pains If it our Happiness at all import Whether the foolish Scene be long or short If when we do but aim at noble ends The attempt alone immortal Fame attends If for bad accidents which thickest press On Merit we should like a good cause less Or be the fonder of it for success All this is clear words in our Minds it strikes Nor Hamon nor his Priest can deeper fix Without the Clergies venial Cant and Pains Gods never frustrate Will holds ours in Chains Nor can we act but what th' All-wise ordains Who need no Voice nor perishing Word to awe Our wild Desires and give his Creatures Law Whate'er to know or needfull was or fit In the wise Frame of humane Souls is writ Both what we ought to do and what forbear He once for all did at our Birth declare But never did he seek out desert Lands To bury Truth in unfrequented Sands Or to a corner of the World withdrew Head of a Sect or partial to a few Nature's vast Fabrick is his House alone This Globe his Footstool and high Heaven his Throne In Earth Air Sea and in who e'er excells In knowing Heads and honest Hearts he dwells Why seek we then among these barren Sands In narrow Shrines and Temples built with hands Him whos 's dread Presence does all Places fill Or look but in our Reason for his Will And we e'er saw is God in all we find Apparent print of the eternal Mind Let flatt'ring Fools their course by Prophets steer And always of the future live in fear No Oracle or Dream the Crowd is told Can make me more or less resolv'd or bold But certain Death which equally on all Both on the Coward and the Brave must fall This said and turning with disdain about He left scorn'd and Hamon to the vulgar Rout. The Lord Lucas's Ghost 1687 FRom the blest Regions of eternal day Where Heaven-born Souls imbibe th' immortal Ray Where Liberty and Innocence reside Free from the Gripes of Tyranny and Pride Where pious Patriots that have shed their Blood For sacred Truths and for the publick Good Now rest secure from thence poor Isle I come To see thy Sorrows and bewail thy Doom Thy sore Oppressions and thy piercing Cry Disturbs our Rest and drowns our Harmony When stiff-neck'd Israel did their God reject And in his stead an Idol-King erect Heav'ns flaming Sword he brandish'd in his hand And dreadfull Thunder struck their sinfull Land Till Penitence atton'd his sinful Ire And quench'd the rage of his consuming fire But this poor Land still feels the dire Effect Of his just Wrath who his mild Reign reject Unhappy Isle how oft hast thou been curst With f lish Kings but this of all 's the worst The Fire the Plague the Sword are dreadful fiends This R l Plague all other far transcends From him the Fountain of all our Mischifs flows From him the Fire from him the War arose With Rome he plots Religion to o'erthrow With France combines to enslave the People too No Man must near his sacred Person come Unless he be for Tyranny and Rome With hardned Face he assaults the frail and fair Uses his Power the Vertuous to ensnare With Troops of Vice he conquers Liberty Depresses Virtue enthrones Tyranny Threatens the Coward fawns upon the Bold Debauches all with Power or with Gold Lift up thy Head afflicted Isle and hear The time of thy Deliverance draws near His full-blown Crimes will certainly pull down A slow but sure Destruction of his Crown His loathed Acts thy freedom's Birth shall cause Secure Religion produce wholesome Laws No more the Poor the Rich one shall devour No more shall Right yield to oppressive Power No more shall Rapine make the Country groan Nor Civil Wars shall Reign within the Town The Iron Scepter and the Tyrant's Hand Shall cease henceforth to bruise thy happy Land Rome's Hocus Pocus Ministers no more Shall cause Mankind their jugling Priests t' adore Thy Learned Clergy shall confound them all And they like Ely's Sons unpitied fall Dark Mists of Errors then must fly away And Hell's Delusions shrink from the bright day Truth 's sacred Light in full abundance shall Upon thy Teachers and thy People fall So when th' eternal Son was born to die For all the World the lesser Gods did fly His bright appearance struck their Prophets dumb And Death like Silence did their Gods intomb The tunefull Spheres with Hallelujahs rung Heaven's mighty Host with Man one Chorus sung Ne'er fading Glory unto God above Peace upon Earth to Men eternal Love Thus the Creation shouted with one Voice Thus Heaven and Earth did at his Birth rejoice And thus shall all repeat this Song again When upon Earth he shall begin to reign But this lovâ—d Isle shall be the chosen place Here shall the King of Kings begin his race Judea was his Cradle and the Tomb Britain shall be his Throne in time to come An EPITAPH ALgernoon Sidney fills this Tomb An Atheist by declaiming Rome A Rebel bold by striving still To keep the Laws above the Will And hindring those would pull them down To leave no limits to a Crown Crimes damn'd by Church and Government Oh! whither must his Soul be sent Of Heaven it must needs despair â—f that the Pope be Turn-key there And Hell can ne'er it entertain For there is all Tyrannick Reign And Purgatory's such a Pretence As ne'er deceiv'd a Man of Sense Where goes it then Where 't ought to go Where Pope and Devil have nought to do The Brazen-Head 1688 WHat strepitantious Noise is it that sounds From raised Banks or from the lower Grounds From hollow Caverns Labyrinths from far Threatning Confusions of a dreadfull War What dismal Cries of People in Despair Fill the vast Region of the troubled Air The Tune of Horror or of what 's as strange That strikes uneven like a World of Change With such a bold Surprize attacks my Sense Beyond the Power of Counsel or Defence But tho' blind Fortune rools her turning Wheel With a perpetual Motion who can feel This Surge of Fate push'd on with Fire and Steel You precious Moments of serener Days When many Victories enlarg'd my Praise And all things ran in a most easie Stream Back unto me their Ocean and Supreme Are you all vanish'd by the sudden Fright And left m' encompass'd with a dismal Night By my own Subjects in suspicion held Murmurings as bad as if they had Rebell'd You all controling Powers of things above Whose easier Dictates guide the World by Love Avert th' impendent Miseries and show Us Earthly Gods to govern here below The Answer 'T IS
Think fit as useless Tools to lay you by Besides what title or pretence have you To any thing ye hold as right and due Since they were setled first on us alone And could no other Lords and Masters own Till ye by Rapine Sacrilege and Force Discas'd us of our Rights and made them yours Nor can a Case more Legal e're appear At Court of Conscience or at Chanc'ry Barr Than what ye did by violence obtain Should to their ancient Lords return again But that which you so much insist upon Your boasted Loyalty and Service done From whence ye most erroneously inferr'd The Justice of your Claim to a Reward Is a meer trifle and a weak defence With no validity of Consequence For there 's no reason he should be repaid Who undesignedly a Kindness did When all the while his thoughts were fix'd upon His own advancement and increase alone And all the profit that to me he brings Is by the bye and natural course of things 'T was rancour envy meer revenge and spite That made ye thus against Fanaticks fight And the dear dread of losing all ye had That first engag'd your malice on our side To plead the Royal Cause and to promote The King's Concern and for Succession vote When could ye any other way have kept The Saddle and in ease and safety slept The King might have been banish'd hang'd or drown'd E're Succour or Relief from you have found But matters and affairs as yet are not To such a difficult Conjuncture brought But that an handsome fetch may bring ye off With Honour and Security enough One gentle turn will all the business do Advance your Livings and secure them too Safe ye shall lie from all Fanatick harms Encircled in your Mother-Churches Arms From which ye've stray'd so long and now to whom Ye ought in duty and respect to come The mournfull Levite straight prick'd up his Ears As glad that things were better than his fears And joyfull heard what means the Priest had found That might for his dear Benefice compound Compos'd his Band and wip'd his blubber'd Cheeks Stood up again and thus demurely speaks The Proverb to my case I may apply Winners may justly laugh and losers cry For when I thought my Livelihood was gone It was no wonder that I so took on As 't is none now Smiles should my gladness shew For these good tydings I receive from you Therefore dear Sir let us our Hearts combine And both in league against Dissenters joyn My self I under your tuition place For Management and Method in the case How to proceed The Cloak who all this while Had unprovok'd and unconcern'd sate still And wisely what they 'd both be at he guest Stood up to speak and to compleat the Jest But glowing Anger had so now prevail'd That in the first attempt he stopp'd and fail'd And when he found his Tongue to be confin'd He made his active Hands declare his Mind The one engag'd the Levite on the place And with the Directory smote his Face Confounded with the Stroke he stagger'd round And falling in his wrath tore up the Ground T'other he laid directly o'er the Chest Sent Ecchoes from the hollow Breast of Priest Who stumbling as he went to take his flight Fell prostrate o'er his new made Proselyte On both their bodies mounts the nimble Cloke And this his Epicinium manly spoke Dejected Wretches there together lie Unpitied unbewail'd by every Eye May after-Ages your curst Names deride As we your damn'd Hypocrisies and Pride No mark remain to know what ye have been But the remembrance of your Curse and Sin Which shall down time 's continual Tide descend To propagate your fatal shame and end So may they fall and all they that design Whoe'er in league against the truth combine By an unarm'd defenceless hand like mine Pleas'd with the Conquest of victorious Cloke I laugh'd aloud methought and so awoke An Epitaph upon Felton who was hang'd in Chains for Murdering the Old Duke of Buckingham Written by the late Duke of Buckingham HEre uninterr'd suspends though not to save Surviving Friends th' Expences of a Grave Felton's dead Earth which to the World will be Its own sad Monument his Elogy As large as Fame which whether Bad or Good I say not by himself 't was wrote in Blood For which his Body is intomb'd in Air Arch'd o'er with Heaven set with a thousand fair And glorious Stars a noble Sepulchre Which time it self can't ruinate and where Th' impartial Worm that is not brib'd to spare Princes corrupt in Marble cannot share His Flesh which oft the charitable Skies Imbalm with Tears daining those Obsequies Belong to Men shall last till pitying Fowl Contend to reach his Body to his Soul An Answer to Mr. Waller's Poem on Oliver's Death called the Storm Written by Sir W G n. 'T IS well he 's gone O had he never been Hurried in Storms loud as his crying Sin The Pines and Oaks fell prostrate at his Urn That with his Soul his Body too might burn Winds pluck up Roots and fixed Cedars move Roring for Vengeance to the Heavens above From Theft like his Great Romulus did grow And such a Wind did at his Ruin blow Strange that the lofty Trees themselves should fell Without the Axe so Orpheus went to Hell At whose descent the stoutest Rocks were cleft And the whole Wood its wonted station left In Battle Hercules wore the Lyon's Skin But our fierce Nero wore the Beast within Whose Heart was brutish more than Face or Eyes And in the shape of Man was in Disguise Where-ever Men where-ever Pillage lies Like ravenous Vultures our wing'd Navy flies Under the Tropick we are understood And bring home Rapine through a purple Flood New Circulations found our Blood is hurl'd As round the lesser to the greater World In civil Broils he did us first engage And made Three Kingdoms subject to his Rage One fatal Stroke slew Justice and the Cause Of Truth Religion and our Sacred Laws So fell Achilles by the Trojan Band Though he still fought with Heaven its self in 's hand Nor would Domestick Spoil confine his Mind No Limits to his Fury but Mankind The British Youths in Foreign Courts are sent Towns to destroy but more to Banishment Who since they cannot in this Isle abide Are confin'd Prisoners to the World beside No wonder then if we no Tears allow To him that gave us Wars and Ruin too Tyrants that lov'd him griev'd concern'd to see There must be Punishment for Cruelty Nature her self rejoyced at his Death And on the Waters sung with such a Breath As made the Sea dance higher than before While here glad Waves came dancing to the Shore Clarindon's House-Warming Printed formerly with the Directions to a Painter Writ by an unknown hand WHen Clarindon had discern'd before hand As the Cause can eas'ly foretell the Effect At once three Deluges threatning our Land 'T was the season he thought to turn Architect