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A55276	Poems on affairs of state from the time of Oliver Cromwell, to the abdication of K. James the Second. Written by the greatest wits of the age. Viz. Duke of Buckingham, Earl of Rochester, Lord Bu-------st, Sir John Denham, Andrew Marvell, Esq; Mr. Milton, Mr. Dryden, Mr. Sprat, Mr. Waller. Mr. Ayloffe, &c. With some miscellany poems by the same: most whereof never before printed. Now carefully examined with the originals, and published without any castration.	Buckingham, George Villiers, Duke of, 1628-1687.	1697 (1697)	Wing P2719A; ESTC R26563	139,358	261

his odious Name Let Knaves and Fools confound the tott'ring State And plunge the Subjects in their Monarch's hate Blinding by false accounts of Men and Things The most indulgent and the best of Kings Let an unthinking hair-brain'd Bigot's zeal Not out of any thought of doing well But in a pure defiance of the Law In bloody Lines his true Idea draw That Men may be inform'd and early see What such a Man if once in pow'r wou'd be Of Royal Mercy let him stop the sourse That Death may have a free and boundless course Till shivering Ghosts come from their gloomy Cell And in dumb Forms a fatal story tell Let the Court swarm with Pimps Rogues Bawds and Whores And honest men be all turn'd out of doors Let Atheism and prophaneness there abound And not an upright Man God save the King befound Let men of Principles be in disgrace And mercenary Villains in their place Let free born Cities be by Treach'ry won Lose their just Liberties and be undone Let States-men sudden Changes undertake And make the Government 's foundation shake Till strange tempestuous Murmers do arise And show a storm that 's gath'ring in the Skies Let all this happen Nay let certain Fate Upon the issue of their Actions wait If you 've a true a brave undaunted Mind Of English Principles as well as kind You 'll on the bottom of true Honour stand Firm as a Rock unshaken as the Land So when vast Seas of Trouble 'gainst you beat They 'll break and force themselves to a Retreat No Fate no flattery can e●er controul A steady resolute Heroick Soul On the Young Statesmen By J. Dryden 1680 CLarenden had Law and Sense Clifford was Fierce and Brave Bennet's grave look was a pretence And D y's matchless impudence Help'd to support the Knave 2. But Sund d God n L y These will appear such Chits in story 'T will turn all Politicks to Jests To be repeated like John Dory When Fidlers sing at Feasts 3. Protect us mighty Providence What wou'd these Mad-men have First they would bribe us without Pence Deceive us without common Sense And without Power enslave 4. Shall free-born Men in humble awe Submit to servile shame Who from consent and custom draw The same Right to be rul'd by Law Which Kings pretend to reign 5. The Duke shall wield his conq'ring Sword The Chancellor make a Speech The King shall pass his honest word The pawn'd Revenue Summs afford And then come kiss my Breech 6. So have I seen a King on Chess His Rooks and Knights withdrawn His Queen and Bishops in distress Shifting about grow less and less With here and there a Pawn Portsmouth's Looking-Glass By the Lord Roch r. MEthinks I see you newly risen From your Embroidered Bed and pissing With studied Mein and much Grimace Present your self before your Glass To varnish and rub o'er those Graces You rub'd off in your Night Embraces To set your Hair your Eyes your Teeth And all those Powers you Conquer with Lay trains of Love and State-Intrigues In Powders Trimmings and curl'd Wigs And nicely chuse and neatly spread Upon your Cheeks the best French Red. Indeed for Whites none can compare With those you naturally wear And though her Highness much delights To laugh and talk about your Whites I never could perceive your Grace Made use of any for your Face Here 't is you practice all your Art To triumph o'er a Monarch's Heart Tattle and smile and wink and twink on 't It almost makes me sp to think on 't These are your master-strokes of Beauty That keeps poor Rowley to hard Duty And how can all these be withstood By frail amorous Flesh and Blood These are the Charms that have bewitcht him As if a Conjurer's Rod had switcht him Made him he knows not what to do But loll and fumble here with you Amongst your Ladies and his Chitts At Cards and Council here he sits Yet minds not how they play at either Nor cares not when 't is walking weather Business and Power he has resign'd And all things to your mighty Mind Is there a Minister of State Or any Treasurer of late That 's fawning and imperious too He owes his Greatness all to you And as you see just cause to do it You keep him in or turn him out Hence 't is you give us War and Peace Raise Men disband them as you please Take any Pensions retrench Wages For Petticoats and lusty Pages Contrive and Execute all Laws Suiting the Judges to the Cause Learn'd Scroggs and honest Jeffreys A Faithfull Friend to you who e're is He made the Jury come in booty And for your service wou'd hang Doughty You govern every Council meeting Making th● Fools do as you think fitting Your Royal Cully has command Onely from you at second hand He does but at the Helm appear Sits there and sleeps while your Slaves steer And you are the bright Northern Star By which they guide this Man of War Yet without doubt they might conduct Him better were you better f Many begin to think of late His Crown and C ds have both one date For as they fall so falls the State And as his Reins prove loose and weak The Reigns of Government must break The Impartial Trimmer 1682 SInce there are some that with me see the state Of this declining Isle and mourn its fate French Councellors and Whores French Education Have chang'd our Natures and enslav'd our Nation There was a time when Barons boldly stood And spent their Lives for their dear Countries good Confim'd our Charter with a Curse to light On those that shou'd destroy that sacred Right Which Power with Freedom can so well unite The hated name of Rebel is not due To him that is to Law and Justice true Brutus bold part may justly claim Renown Preferring Right to Friendship and a Crown For 't was not Treason then to keep our own But now the Nation with unusual need Cries help where is our bold our English Breed Popery and Slavery are just at hand And every Patriot is a S d. Shaftsbury's gone another Change to try He hates his Word yet more the Monarchy No Head remains our Loyal Cause to grace For Monmouth is too weak for that high Place More proper for the Court where he was rais'd His Dancing envy'd and his Dressing prais'd Where still such Folly is so well protected Those few that han't it are oblig●d t' affect it For Statesmen King and Whore and all have sworn T' advance such Wit and Virtue as their own Degenerate Rome and Spain deserves to out-brave us If Hide or Hallifax can e'er enslave us Or he that kneels 'twixt his Dogs and Whore Rul'd by a Woman he can use no more Whispers with Knaves and Jests all day with Fools Is chid to Counsel like a Boy to School False to Mankind and true to him alone Whose Treason still attempts his Life and Crown Rouse up and cry No Slavery no

should I here waste Paper to declare The senseless Tricks of every silly Peer I 'd as good tell how many several ways The trusty Duke his Country still betrays How full the World is stuft with Knave and Fool How to be very Honest is counted dull How to speak plain and greatness to dispise Is thought a Madness but Flattery is Wise Dissimulation excellent to cheat a Friend A very Trifle provided still our end Be but the Snare We call our Interest Then nothing is so bad but that is best I 'll therefore end this vain Satyrick rage And leave the Bishops to reform the Age. A Character of the English In All●sion to Tacit. de Vit. Agric. THE Free-born English Generous and Wise Hate Chains but do not Government despise Rights of the Crown Tribute and Taxes they When Lawfully Exacted freely pay Force they abhor and Wrong they scorn to bear More guided by their Judgment than their Fear Justice with them is never held severe Here Power by Tyranny was never got Laws may perhaps Ensnare them Force cannot Rash Councils here have still the same Effect The surest way to Reign is to protect Kings are least safe in their unbounded Will Joyn'd with the Wretch'd Power of doing ill Forsaken most when they 're most Absolute Laws guard the Man and only bind the Brute To force that Guard and with the worst to joyn Can never be a prudent King's design What King would chuse to be a Cataline Break his own Laws stake an unquestion'd Throne Conspire with Vassals to Usurp his own 'T is rather some base Favourites Vile pretence To Tyrannize at the wrong'd King's expence Let France grow Proud beneath the Tyrants Lust While the Rackt People crawl and lick the Dust The mighty Genious of this Isle disdains Ambitious Slavery and Golden Chains England to servile Yoke did ne●er bow What Conquerours ne'er presum'd who dares do now Roman nor Norman ever could pretend To have Enslav'd but made this Isle their Friend Cullen with his Flock of Misses 1679 AS Cullen drove his Sheep along By Whitehall there was such a throng Of Earls Coaches at the Gate The silly Swain was forc'd to wait Chance threw him on Sir Edward S The silly Knight that Rhimes to Mutton Cullen said he this is the Day For which poor England once did pray The day that sets our Monarch free From butter'd Buns and Slavery This hour from French Intreagues 't is said He 'll clear his Council and his Bed Portsmouth he vouchsafes to know Was the cast Whore of Count de Loe. She must return and sell her place Buyers you see flock in a pace Silence i th' Court being once Proclam'd In steps fair Ri d once so fam'd She offers much but was refus'd And of miscarriages accus'd Nor would his Majesty accept her At thirty who at fifteen left her She blusht and Modestly withdrew Next M ton appear'd in View Who straight was told of M ue Of Cates from Hide of Cloaths from France Of Arm-pits Toes of Nauseance At which the Court set up a Laughter She never pleads but for her Daughter A Buxom lass sit for the place Were not her Father in Disgrace Besides some strange incestuous Stories Of Harvey and her long C ies With these exceptions she 's dismist And M nd Fair enters the List Husband in Hand most decently And begs at any rate to Buy She offered Jewels of great price And dear Sir Samuels next Device Whether it be a Pump or Table Glass House or any other Bauble But she was told she had been try'd And for good Reason lay'd aside Next in steps pretty Lady G y Offers her Lord should nothing say 'Gainst the next Treasurer accused So her pretence was not refus'd R in rage bid her be gone And play her game out with her Son Or if she lik'd an aged Carcass For L get a Noble Marquess Sh ry offered for the place All she had gotten from his Grace She knew his wants and could comply With all his wants of Leachery She was dismist with Scorn and told Where a Tall P was to be Sold. Then in came Dowdy M ine That Foreign Antiquated Quean Who soon was told the King no more Would deal with an Intrigueing Whore That she already had about her To good an Equipage de Foutre Her Grace at these Rebukes lookt Blank And sneakt away to Villain Frank. Fair L too her claim put in 'T was urg'd she was to much a Kin She modestly reply'd no more A Kin than S x was before Besides she had often heard her Mother Call her the Daughter of another She did not drivel and had Sence To which all his had no pretence Yet for the present she 's put off And told she was not Whore enough L s Smil'd at that Exception And doubted not of good Reception Put in her claim Vowing she 'd Steal All that her Husband got of Neale To by the place all she could get By his long Suit with Mr. Pitt But from Goliah's sieze of Gath Down to the Pitch of little Wroth The Court was told she lay with all The roaring Roysters of White-hall For which old R lest she 'd grudge Gave her the making of a Judge She bow'd and straight went her way To Haunt the Court Park and Play In stept stately Carry F er Straight the whole Court began to Praise her As fine as Chains and Point could make her She vow'd the King or Goal must take her R reply'd he was Retrenching And Vow'd no more of costly Wenching That she was Proud and went too Gaudy Nor could she Swear Drink or talk Bawdy Virtues requisite for that place More than Youth Wit or a good Face C and offered down a Million But she was soon told of Castillion At that name she fell a weeping And swore she was undone with Keeping That C G had so drain'd her She could not live on the Remainder The Court said there was no Record Of any to that place Restor'd Nor might the King at these Years venture Who in his Prime could not content her Young Lady J s stept up and urg'd She 'd give the Deed her Father Forg'd But she was told her Family Was tainted with Presbytery She said her Mother with clean Heart And Hand had lately done her part In bringing M ne to Bed Nor was 't her fault the Babe was Dead For her R y own'd his Passion But said he staid for Declaration Ingaged no matter of great weight To pass till after some debate In his great Council so they Adjourn'd And Cullen with his Flocks return'd Swearing there was at every Fair Blither Girls than any there Sir Tho. Amstrong's Ghost THE groans dear Armstrong which the world employ Would please thy Ghost to see transform'd to joy Had'st thou abroad found safety in thy flight Thy immortal honour had not shin'd so bright Thou still hadst been a worthy Patriot thought But now thy glory 's to perfection

all the powerfull Rhet'rick of the Tongue Nor sacred Wit cou'd charm thee on Not the soft play that Lovers make Nor Sighs cou'd fan thee to a Fire No pleading Tears or Vows cou'd thee awake Nor charm the unform'd Something to Desire Oft I 've conjur'd thee to appear By Youth by Love by all their pow'rs Have search'd and sought thee every-where In silent Groves in lonely Bowers On flow'ry Beds where Lovers wishing lie In sheltring Woods where sighing Maids To their assinging Shepherds hie And hide their Blushes in the gloom of Shades Yet there ev'n there though Youth assail'd Where Beauty prostrate lay aad Fortune woo'd My Heart insensible to neither bow'd Thy lucky Aid was wanting to prevail In Courts I sought thee then thy proper Sphere But thou in Crowds wer't stifled there Interest did all the loving bus'ness do Invites the Youths and wins the Virgins too Or if by chance some Heart thy Empire own Ah pow'r ingrate the Slave must be undone Tell me thou nimble Fire that dost dilate Thy mighty force through every part What God or human Power did thee create In my till now unfacil Heart Art thou some welcome Plague sent from above In this dear Form this kind Disguise Or the false Off-spring of mistaken Love Begot by some soft thought that feebly strove With the bright piercing Beauties of Lysander's Eyes Yes yes Tormenter I have found thee now And found to whom thou dost thy Being owe 'T is thou the blushes dost impart 'T is thou that tremblest in my Heart When the dear Shepherd does appear I faint and dye with pleasing pain My words intruding sighings break Whene'er I touch the charming Swain Whene'er I gaze whene'er I speak Thy conscious fire is mingled with my Love As in the sanctify'd Abodes Misguided Worshippers approve The mixing Idols with their Gods In vain alas in vain I strive With Errors which my Soul do please and vex For Superstition will survive Purer Religion to perplex Oh tell me you Philosophers in Love That can these burning fev'rish Fits controul By what strange Arts you cure the Soul And the fiery Calenture remove Tell me ye Fair ones you that give Desire How 't is you hide the kindling Fire Oh wou'd you but confess the truth It is not real Vertue makes you nice But when you do resist the pressing Youth 'T is want of dear Desire to thaw the Virgin-Ice And while your young Adorers lie All languishing and hopeless at your Feet Raising new Trophies to your Chastity Oh tell me how you do remain discreet And not the Passion to the throng make known Which Cupid in revenge has now confin'd to one How you suppress the rising Sighs And the soft yielding Soul that wishes in your Eyes While to the admiring Crowd you nice are found Some dear some secret Youth who gives the wound Informs you all your Vertue 's but a Cheat And Honour but a false disguise Your Modesty a necessary slight To gain the dull repute of being wise Deceive the foolish world deceive it on And veil your Passion and your Pride But now I 've found your weakness by my own From me the needfull fraud you cannon hide For though with Vertue I the world perplex Lysander finds the feeble of my Sex So Helen tho' from Theseus's Arms she fled To charming Paris yields her Heart and Bed On the Prince's going to England with an Army to restore the Government 1688 Hunc saltem everso Juvenem succurrere Saeclo Ne prohibite Virg. Georg. Lib. 1. ONce more a FATHER and a SON falls out The World involving in their high dispute Remotest India's Fate on theirs depends And Europe trembling the Event attends Their motions ruling every other State As on the Sun the lesser Planets wait Power warms the Father Liberty the Son A Prize well worth th' uncommon venture run Him a false pride to govern unrestrain'd And by mad means bad ends to be attaind All bars of property drives headlong through Millions oppressing to enrich a few Him Justice urges and a noble Aim To equal his Progenitors in Fame And make his life as glorious as his Name For Law and Reason's power he does engage Against the reign of appetite and rage There all the license of unbounded might Here conscious Honour and deep sense of Right Immortal enmity to arms incite Greatness the one Glory the other fires This only can deserve what that desires This strives for all that e'er to Men was dear And he for what the most abhor and fear Caesar and Pompey's cause by Cato thought So ill adjudg'd to a new Tryal's brought Again at last Pharsalia must be fought Ye fatal Sisters now to Right be Friends And make Mankind for Pompey's Fate amends In Orange's great Line 't is no new thing To free a Nation and uncrown a King On his Royal Highness's Voyage beyond Sea March 30. 1678. R. H. they say is gone to Sea Designed for the Hague But Portsmouth's left behind to be The Nations Whorish Plague Some think he went unwillingly Say others he was sent there But most conclude for certainty He 's gone to keep his Lent there What need I to apologize 'T is said nothing more true is The chiefest part of 's Errand lies To fetch in Cosen Lewis That both together as they say If one may dare to speak on 't Thro' Hereticks Throats may cut their way To bring in James the Second By Yea and Nay the Quaker cries How can we hope for better Truth 's not in him that this denies Read Edward Coleman's Letter Gar gar the Jockey swears faw things Man here is mickle work Dee'l split his Wem he 's ne'er be King Whose Name does rhime to Pork Cot 's splutter a Nails the Welshman cries Got shield her frow her Foes He near shall be a Prince of Wales That wears a Roman Nose The RABBLE 1680 THE Rabble hates the Gentry fear And wise Men want support A rising Country threatens There And Here a starving Court. Not for the Nation but the Fair Our Treasury provides Buckly's Go n's only care As Middleton is Hyde's Rowly too late will understand What now he shuns to find That nothing's quiet in the Land Except his careless Mind England is now 'twixt Thee and York The Fable of the Frog He is the fierce devouring Stork And Thou the lumpish Log. A New Song of the Times 1683 1. 'TWere folly for ever The Whigs to endeavour Disowning their Plots when all the world knows 'um Did they not fix On a Council of Six Appointed to govern though no body chose ' um They that bore sway Knew not one would obey Did Trincalo make such a ridiculous pother Monmouth's the Head To strike Monarchy dead They chose themselves Vice-Roys all o'er one another 2. Was 't not a damn'd thing For Russel and Hambden To serve all the Projects of hot-headed Tony But much more untoward To appoint my Lord Howard Of his own Purse and Credit

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 Und●● 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 ● 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-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