his honour to cut off his ears And make him a Martyr but a Zelot appears And affirm'd him a Martyr for though 't was his fate To be hang'd yet he dy'd for the good of the State Then all fell to plotting of matters so deep That the silent Speaker fell down fast asleep He recovers himself and rubs up his eyes Then motions his house that 't was time to rise So home they went all and their business referr'd To the Close-Committee by them to be heard They took it upon them but what they did do Take notice that none but themselves must know Postscript Thus far we have gone in Rhithm to disclose What never was utter'd by any in prose If any be wanting 't was but a mishap Because we forgot to weigh't by the map For over the Kingdom their orders were spread They have made the whole body as bad as the head And now made such work that all they can do Is but to read Letters and answer them too We thought to make Finis the end of the story But that we shall have more business for you For as their proceedings do so shall our Pen Run roundly from Munday to Munday agen And since we have begun our Muse doth intend To have like their votes no beginning nor end IV. On the demolishing the Forts IS this the end of all the toil And labour of the Town And did our Bulwarks rise so high Thus low to tumble down All things go by contraries now We fight to still the Nation Build Forts to pull down popery Pull down for Edification These Independents tenets and Their waies so pleasing be Our City won't be bound about But stands for liberty The Popish doctrine shall no more Prevail within our Nation For now we see that by our works There 's no Justification What an Almighty army 's this How worthy of our praising That with one vote can blow down that All we so long were raising Yet let 's not wonder at this change For thus 't will be withall These works did lift themselves too high And pride must have a fall And when both Houses vote agen The Cavies to be gone Nor dare to come within the lines Of Communication They must reserve the sense or else Refer't to the Divines And they had need sit seven years more Ere they can read those lines They went to make a Gotham on 't For now they did begin To build these mighty banks about To keep the Cuckoes in Alas what need they take such pains For why a Cucko here Might find so many of his mates Hee 'l sing here all the year Has Isaac our L. Mayor L. Mayor With Tradesmen and with wenches Spent so much time and cakes and beer To edifie these trenches All trades did shew their skill in this Each wife an Engineer The Mayoress took the tool in hand The maids the stones did bear These Bulwarks stood for Popery And yet we never fear'd ' um And now they worship and fall down Before those calves that rear'd ' um But though for superstition The crosses have been down'd who 'ld think these works would Popish turn That ever have been round This spoils our Palmistry for when Wee 'l read the Cities fate We find nor lines nor crosses now As it hath had of late No wonder that the Aldermen Will no more money lend When they that in this seven years Such learned works have penn'd Now to debase their lofty lines In which the wits delighted 'T is thought they 'l ne'r turn Poets more Because their works are slighted These to a doleful tune are set For they that in the town Did every where cry Up go we Now they must sing down down But if that Tyburn do remain When t' other slighted be The City will thither flock and sing Hay hay then up go we V. The Clown 1. AH surra is 't a come to this That all our Weez-men do zo miss Esdid think zo much avore Have we kept veighting here zo long To zell our Kingdom vor a zong O that ever chwor a bore 2. Echave a be a Cavaliero Like most weeze-men that escood hear o. And shoor sdid wish 'um well But within sdid zee how the did go To cheat the King and Countrey too Esbid 'um all vorwell 3. Thoo whun the club-men wor so thick Esput my zive upon a stick And about eswent among 'um And by my troth esdid suppose That they were honester then those That now do zwear they 'l hang ' um 4. Was 't not enow to make men vite When villains come by de and night To plunder and undoe 'um And Garizons did vet all in And steep the Countrey to the skin And we zed nothing to ' um 5. But we had zoon a scurvy pluck The better Men the worser luck We had knaves and vools among us Zome turn'd zome cowards run away And left a vew behind to try And bloudy rogues to bang us 6. But now 't is a come to a scurvy matter Cham in the house of the Surgan-strater That have no grace nor pitty But here they peel and pole and squeeze And when cha ' paid them all their fees They turn me to the mittee 7. Like furies they zit three and three And all their plots to begger we Like Pilate and the Jews And zome do ze that both do know Of thick above and those below 'T is not a turd to chose 8. But tho Echood redeem my grown Es went to London to compoun And ride through ween and weather Estaid there eight and twonty week And chowor at last zo much to zeek As when Es vur'st come thither 9. There whun's zeed voke to Church repair Espi'd about vor Common-Prayer But no zuch thing scould zee The zed the Common'st that was there Was vrom a tub or a wicker chair They call'd it stumpere 10. Es hur'd 'um pray and every word As the wor sick they cri'd O Lord And thoo ston still agen And vor my life escould not know Whun they begun or had ado But when they zed amen 11. They have a new word 't is not preach Zdo think zome o' me did call it teach A trick of their devizing And there zo good a nap sdid vet Till 't was adoo that 's past zun-zet As if ' twor but zun-rising 12. At night zo zoon's chwar into bed Sdid all my prayers without book read My Creed and Pater noster Me think zet all their prayers to thick And they do goo no more a leek Then an Apple's like an Oyster 13. Chad nead to watch zo well as pray Whun chave to-do with zuch as they Or else Es may go zeek They need not bid a monthy vast Vor if zoo be these times do last T wool come to zeav'n a weak 14. Es waited there a huges time And brib'd thick men to know my crime That esmed make my peace At last esvown my purse was vat And if
Entertainment 1. THis is the time and this in the day Design'd for mirth and sporting We 'l turn October iâ—â—â— May And make St. Luke's feast As pleasant and long as the rest We 'l in our own faces our colours display And hallow our yearly resorting Then let the bowles turn round round While in them our colours we mingle To raise our dull souls from the ground Our arts and our pains are thus crown'd And happy are we That in unity be 'T is a hell upon earth to be single Chorus 'T was love at first that brought us hither And love stall keep us here together 2. First to the Master of the feast This health is consecrated Thence to each sublimary guest Whose soul doth desire This Nectar to raise and inspire Till he with Apelles himself doth contest And his fancy is elevated Then let c. Chorus 'T was love c. 3. Lo how the air the earth and th' seas Have all brought in their treasure To feast each sence with rarities Plump Bacchus brings wine And Ceres her dainties doth joyn The air with rare musick doth eccho and these All club to create us pleasure Then let the bowles c. Chorus 'T was love c. 4. Now in our fancies we will suppose The word in all its glory Imagine all delight that growes And pleasures that can Fill up the vast soul of a man And glut the coy pallat the eyes ears and nose By the fancy presented before you Then let the bowles c. Chorus 'T was love c. 5. We 'l use no pencil now but the bowl Let every artist know it In sack we will pourtray each soul Each health that is took Will give us the livelier look And who 's he that dares our fancy controul When each Painter is turned a poet Then let the bowles c. Chorus 'T was love c. 6. And though we cannot the day extend Beyond its proper measure The night and it themselves shall blend We care not for night When our hearts and our heads are all light Nor the time nor the company shall have an end Honest mirth of it self is a treasure Then let the bowles c. Chorus 'T was love c. SONG XV. The Cnre of Care 1. WHy should we not laugh and be jolly Since now all the world is mad All lull'd in a dull melancholly He that wallows in store Is still gaping for more And that makes him as poor As that wretch that never any thing had How mad is the damn'd money-monger That to purchase to him and his heirs Growes shrivled with thirst and hunger While we that are bonny Buy Sack for ready money And ne'r trouble Scriv'ners nor Lawyers 2. Those Gulls that by scraping and toyling Have swell'd the Revenues so vast Get nothing by all their turmoyling But are marks for each tax While they load their own backs With the heavier packs And lie down gall'd and weary at last While we that do traffick in Tipple Can baffle the gown and the sword Whose jawes are so hungry and gripple We ne'r trouble our heads With indentures or deeds But our Wills are compris'd in a word 3. Our money shall never Indite us Nor drag us to Goldsmiths-hall Nor Pira's nor storms can affright us We that have no estates Pay no taxes or rates But can sleep with open gates He that lies on the ground cannot fall We laugh at those fools whose endeavours Do but fit 'um for prisons or fines While we that spend all are the savers For if theeves do steal in They go out empty agin Nay the Plunderers lose their designs 4. Then let 's not take care for to morrow But tipple and laugh while we may To wash from our hearts all sorrow Those Cormorants which Are troubled with an itch To be mighty and rich Do but toyle for the wealth which they borrow The Mayor of the Town with his ruff on What a pox is he better than we He must vail to the men with the buff on He Custard may eat And such luberly meat But we drink and are merrier than he SONG XVI Content Out of Anacreon 1. IF wealth could keep a man alive I 'ld only study how to thrive That having got a mighty mass I might bribe the fates to let me pass But since we can't prolong our years Why spend we time in needless sighs and tears For since Destiny Has decreed us to die And all must pass o're the old ferry Hang riches and cares Since we ha'nt many years We 'l have a short life and a merry 3. Times keep their round and destiny Observes noâ— whe'r we laugh or cry And Fortune never does bestow A look on what we do below But men with equal swiftness run To prey on others or be prey'd upon Since we can take no course To be better or worse Let none be a melancholly thinker Let the Times the round go So the cups do so too Ne'r blush at the name of a Drinker SONG XVII Mirth Out of Anacreon 1. WHen our brains well liquor'd are Then we charm asleep our care Then we accompt Machiavil a fool with his plots And cry there 's no depth But the bottom o' th' pots Then Hector compar'd with us will be But a coward and Craesus beggarly Then with songs our voices we raise And circle our Temples with bayes Then Honour we account but a blast of Wind And trample all things in our mind The valiant at arms That are led by fond charms Get their honour with harms While he that takes up A plentiful cup To no danger is brought But of paying his groat Then quickly come Lad and fill our cups full For since down we must all be laid 'T is held a good rule In Bacchus free-school 'T is better lie drunk then dead SONG XVIII The Independants Resolve Written in 1648. COme Drawer and fill us about some wine Let 's merrily tipple the day 's our own We 'l have our delights let the countrey go pine Let the King and his Kingdom groan The Crown is our own and so shall continue We 'l Monarchy baffle quite We 'l drink off the Kingdoms revenue And sacrifice all to delight 'T is power that brings Us all to be Kings And we 'l be all crown'd by our might 2. A fig for divinity lectures and law And all that to Loyalty do pretend While we by the sword keep the Kingdom in awe Our power shall never have end The Church and the State we 'l turn into liquor And spend a whole Town in a day We 'l melt all their bodkins the quicker Into Sack and drink them away We 'l keep the demeans And turn Bishops and Deans And over the Presbyter sway 3. The nimble St. Patrick is sunk in his boggs And his Countrey-men sadly cry O hone O hone St. Andrew and 's Kirk-men are lost in the foggs Now we are the Saints alone Thus on our Superiours and Equals we trample And
friends nor Lords Nor Princes peace or happiness affords Trust thou in God ply him with prayers still Be sure of help for he both can and will LIII Upon the Kings imprisonment IMprison me you Traytors must I be Your fetter'd slave while you 're at liberty T' usurp my Scepter and to make my power Gnaw its own bowels and it self devour You glorious villains Treasons that have been Done in all ages are done o'r agen Expert proficients that have far out-done Your Tutors Presidents and have out-run The practise of all times whose acts will be Thought Legendary by Posterity Was 't not enough you made me bear the wrong of a rebellious sword and viprous tongue To lose my State my Children Crown and Wife But must you take my liberty and life Subjects can find no fortress but their graves When servants sway and Soveraigns are slaves ' Cause I 'll not sign nor give consent unto Those lawless actions that you 've done and do Nor yet betray my Subjects and so be As treacherous to them as you to me Is this the way to mould me to your wills To expiate former crimes by greater ills Mistaken fools to think my soul can be Grasp'd or infring'd by such low things as ye Alas though I 'm immur'd my mind is free I 'll make your very Gaol my liberty Plot do your worst I safely shall deride In my Crown'd soul vour base inferiour pride And stand unmov'd though all your plagues you bring I 'll dye a Martyr or I 'll live a King LIV. On the Death of King CHARLES HOw dead nay murdred not a Comet seen Nor one strange prodigy to intervene I 'm satisfy'd heaven had no sight so rare Nor so prodigious as his murtherers are Who at this instant had not drawn the air Had they not been preserv'd b'his Funeral Pray'r And yet who looks aright may plainly spy The Kingdom 's to it self a prodigy The scatter'd stars have joyn'd themselves in one And have thrown Phoebus head long from his throne They 'ld be the Sun themselves and shine and so By their joynt blaze inflame the world below Which bâ—â—imitation does t' a Chaos fall And shake it self t' an Earth-quake general And 't is the height of miracle that we Live in these wonders yet no wonders see Nature groan'd out her last when he did fall Whose influence gave quickning to us all His soul was anthem'd out in prayers and those Angel-like Hallelujahs sung in prose David the second we no difference knew Between th' old David's spirit and the new In him grave wisdome so with grace combines As Solomon were still in David's loynes And had he lived in K. David's time H' had equal'd him in all things but his crime Now since you 'r gone great P. this care we 'l have Your books shall never find a death or grave By whose diviner flame the world must be Purg'd from its dross and chang'd to purity Which neither time nor treason can destroy Nor ign'rant Error that 's more fell then they A piece like some rare picture at remove Shews one side Eagle and the other Dove Sometimes the Reason in it soars so high It shews affliction quells not majesty Yet still Crown dignity and self deny'd It helps to bear up courage though not pride Trodden humility in robes of state Meekly despising all the frowns of fate Your Grandsire K. that shew'd what good did flow From the tall Cedar to the shrub below By violent flame to ashes though calcin'd His soul in t ' you we transmigrated find Whose leafs shall like the Cybels be ador'd When time shall open each prophetick word And shall like Scripture be the Rule of good To those that shall survive the flaming flood Whose syllables are Libraries and can Make a small volume turn a Vatican So th' hunted Bâ—zoar when he 's sure to dye Bequeaths his cordials to his enemy Rest Royal dust and thank the storms that drove Against their will you to your haven above They have but freed you from those waves that curl'd Their bloudy power to drown this boistrous world They 've but chang'd Throne for throne and Crown for Crown You took a glorious laid a thorny down You sit among your Peers with Saints and Kings View how we plot for sublunary things And labour for our ruine you did fall Just like our Saviour for the sins of all And for your own for in this impious time Virtue 's a vice and piety's a crime The sum of all whose faults being understood Is this We were too bad and you too good LV. On the Kings Death WHat means this sadness why does every eye Wallow in tears what makes the lowring sky Look clouded thus with sighs is it because The great Defender of the Faith and Laws Is sacrificed to the barbarous rage Of those prodigious Monsters of our age A prey to the insatiate will of those That are the Kings and Kingdoms cursed foes 'T is true there 's cause enough each eye should be a Torrent and each man a Niobe To see a wise just valiant temperate man Should leave the World who either will or can Abstain from grief To see a Father dye And his half-self and Orphans weeping by To see a Master dye and leave a State Unsetled and Usurpers gape to ha 't To see a King dissolve to 's mother dust And leave his headless Kingdome to the lust And the ambitious wills of such a rout Which work its end to bring their own about 'T is cause of sorrow but to see thee slain Nay murdred too makes us grive o'r again But to be kill'd by Servants or by Friends This will raise such a grief as never ends And yet we find he that was all these things And more the best of Christians and of Kings Suffer'd all this and more whose sufferings stood So much more great then these as he more good Yet 't is a vain thing to lament our loss Continued mourning adds but cross to cross What 's past can't be recall'd our sadness may Drive us to him but can't bring him away Nor can a Kingdomes cries re-state the Crown Upon his head which their sins tumbled down Rest then my soul and be contented in Thy share of sufferings as well as sin I see no cause of wonder in all this But still expect such fruits of wickedness Kings are but Earth refin'd and he that wears A Crown but loads himself with griefs and fears The World it self to its first nothing tends And things that had beginnings must have ends Those glorious lamps of Heav'n that give us light Must at the last dissolve to darkness quite If the Coelestial Architectures go To dissolution so must earthy too If ruine seize on the vast frame of nature The little World must imitate the greater I 'll put no trust in wealth for I do see Fate can take me from it or it from me Trust not in honour 't is but peoples cry
had writ Lines that would make the Reader spit Nor beyond puns would Pindar get Virgil and Horace if inspir'd by thee Had writ but lewd and pagan poetry Dull dropsi'd lines or else as dry and raging as a Feaver 4. Treasons committed and contriv'd by thee Kingdoms and Kings subverted 'T is thou makest Rulers fools and cowards bee And such as ought to bend the Knee Madly invade the Soveraignty Thou throw'st us on all actions viâ—e and fell First mak'st us do and then thou mak'st us tell And whom we swore to serve By thee we â—asely have deserted 5. Thou plague of bodies and th' unnatural Nurse Of Sickness and Physitians Raine of wit and strength and fame and purse That hast destroy'd poor mortals worse Then the great plague or Mâ—rosh curse In fifty nine th' hast spilt more English bloud Then e'r in eighty eight the Spaniard could By his Armado or can since destroy By 's Inquisitions 6. Hence from my veins from my desires be gone I loath thee and defie thee I 'll now find out a purer Helicon Which wits may safely feast upon And baffle thy hobgoblin Don And live to see thee and thy mungrel race Contemn'd and rooted out of every place And those thou 'st fool'd and wrong'd like me For ever ever fly thee SONG XXXVIII The Lamentation Written in 164â— 1. MOurn London mourn Bathe thy polluted â—oul in tears Return return Thou hast more cause of grief then th' hadst fo◠〈◊〉 For the whole Kingdoâ—â— now begins To feel thy sorrows as they saw thy sins And now do no Compassion show Unto thy misery and wo But slight thy sufferings as thou didst theirs 2. Pride towring pride And boyling lust those fatal twins Sit side by side And are become plantations of sins Hence thy Relellions first did flow Both to the King above and him below And fordid floth The Nurse of both Have rais'd thy crimes to such a growth That sorrow must conclude as sin begins 3. Fire raging fire Shall burn thy stately towers down Yet not expire Tygres and Wolves or men more savage grown Thy childrens brains and thine shall dash And in your bloud their guilty tallons wash Thy Daughters must Allay their lust Mischiefs will be on miscief thrust Till thy Cap tumble as thou mad'st the Crown 4. Cry London cry Now now petition for redress Where canst thou fly Thy emptied chests augment thy heaviness The Gentry and the Commons loath Th' adored Houses slight thee worse then both The King poor Saint Would help but can't To heav'n alone unfold thy want Thence came thy plagues thence only pity flow'th SONG XXXIX The Riddle Written in 1644. 1. NO more no more We are already pin'd And sore and poor In body and in mind And yet our sufferings have been Less then our sin Come long-desired peace we thee implore And let our pains be less or power more 2. Lament Lament And let thy tears run down To see the rent Between the Robe and Crown Yet both do strive to make it more Then 't was before War like a serpent has its head got in And will not end so soon as 't did begin 3. One body Jars And with its self does fight War meets with wars And might resisteth might And both sides say they love the King And peace will bring Yet since these fatal civil broyles begun Strange Riddle both have conquer'd neither won 4. One God one King One true Religion still In every thing One Law both should fulfil All these both sides does still pretend That they defend Yet to encrease the King and Kingdoms woes Which side soever wins good subjects lose 5. The King doth swear That he doth fight for them And they declare They do the like for him Both say they wish and fight for peace Yet wars increase So between both before our wars be gone Our lives and goods are lost and we 're undone 6. Since 't is our curse To fight we know not why 'T is worse and worse The longer thus we lye For war it self is but a Nurse To make us worse Come blessed peace we once again implore And let our pains be less or power more SONG XL. On the Kings Return 1. LOng have we waited for a happy End Of all our miseries and strif But still in vain the Sword-men did intend To make them hold for term of Life That our distempers might be made Their everlasting livelihood and trade 2. They entayle their Swords and Guns And pay which wounded more Upon their Daughters and their Sons Thereby to keep us ever poor 3. And when the Civil wars were past They civil Government envade To make our taxes and our slavery last Both to their titles and their trade 4. But now we are redeem'd from all By our Indulgent King Whose coming does prevent our fall With loyal and with joyful hearts we 'l sing Chorus Welcome welcome royal May Welcome long desired Spring Many Springs and Mays we 've seen Have brought forth what 's gay and green But none is like this glorious day Which brings forth our Gracious King SONG XLI A Catch LEt 's leave off our labour and now let 's go play For this is our time to be jolly Our plagues and our plaguers are both fled away To nourish our griefs is but folly He that won't drink and sing Is a Traytor to 's King And so 's he that does not look twenty years younger We 'l look blithe and trim With rejoycing at him That is the restorer and will be the Prolonger Of all our felicity and health The joy of our hearts and increase of our wealth 'T is he brings our trading our trading brings riches Our riches brings honours at which every mind itches And our riches bring Sack our Sack brings us joy And our joy makes us leap and sing Vive le Roy. SONG XLII For General Monk his entertainment at Cloath-workers-Hall 1. RIng Bells and let bone-fires out-blaze the Sun Let ecchoes contribute their voice Since now a happy settlement's begun Let all things tell how all good men rejoyce If these sad Lands by this Can but obtain the bliss Of their desired though abused peace We 'l never never more Run mad as we have heretofore To buy our ruine but all strife shall cease 2. The Cobler shall edifie us no more Nor shall in divinity set any stitches The women we will no more hear and adore That preach with their husbands for the breeches The Phanatical tribe That will not subscribe To the orders of Church and of State Shall be smother'd with the zeal Of their new common-weal And no man will mind what they prate Chorus We 'l eat and we 'l drink we 'l dance and we 'l sing The Roundheads Caveys no more shall be nam'd But all joyn together to make up the ring And rejoyce that the many-headed dragon is tam'd 'T is friendship and love that can save us and arm us And while we
courage baffled fear whose purer soul No bribes could e'r seduce no threats controul But strangely cross'd the proverb brought forth The best of Goods from th' once-pernicious North To whose Integrity your Kingdomes owe Their restauration and what thence does flow Your blest arrival with such prudence still He manag'd these affairs such truth such skill Such valour too he led these Nations through Red Seas of Bloud and yet ne'r wet their shoe Blest be the Heavenly pow'rs that hither sent That Noble Hero as the instrument To scourge away those Furies and to bring To 's longing subjects our long absent King Welcome from forein Kingdoms where you 've been Driv'n by hard-hearted Fate and where you 've seen Strange men and manners yet too truly known No Land less Hospitable than your own From those that would not those that durst not do Right to themselves by being kind to you From profess'd foes and from pretended friends Whose feigned love promotes their cover'd Ends. Kings treating Kings springs not from love but state Their love's to policy subordinate From banishment from dangers and from want From all those mischiefs that depend upon 't You 're truly welcome welcome to your throne Your Crowns and Scepters and what ere 's your own Nay to what 's ours too for we find it true Our wealth is gotten and preserv'd by you Welcome 't your Subjects hearts which long did burn With strong desires to see your bless'd Return Welcome t' your friends welcome t' your wisest foes Whose bought Experience tells them now that those Riches they 've got by plunder fraud and force Do not increase but make their fortunes worse Like Robbers spoyls just as they come they go And leave the wretches poor and wicked too They see their error and that only you Can give them pardon and protection too Since you 're come out o' th fire twelve years refin'd With hardned body and Experienc'd mind Only that crew of Caitiffs who have been So long so deeply plung'd in so great sin That they despair of pardon and believe You can't have so much mercy to forgive As they had villany t' offend and so They to get out the further in do go These never were and never will be true What e'r they say or swear to God or you The scum and scorn of every sort of men That for abilities could scarce tell ten And of estates proportion'd to their parts Of mean enjoyments and of worse deserts Whom want made bold and impudence supply'd Those gifts which art and nature had deny'd And in their practice perfect Atheists too For half-wit and half-learning makes men so These first contriv'd and then promoted all Those troubles which upon your Realm did fall Inflam'd three populous Nations that they might Get better opportunity and light To steal and plunder and our goods might have By robbing those whom they pretend to save Our new commotions new employments made And what was our affliction grew their trade And when they saw the plots th' had laid did take Then they turn'd Gamesters and put in their stake Ventured their All their Credit which was small And next their Conscience which was none all Put on all forms and all Religions own And all alike for they were all of none A thousand of them han't one Christian soul No Oathes oblige them and no Laws controul Their strong desires but poenal ones and those Make them not innocent but cautelous Crimes that are scandalous and yield no gain Revenge or pleasure they perhaps refrain But where a crime was gainful to commit Or pleas'd their lust or malice how they bit This did invade the Pulpit and the Throne And first made them then all that 's ours their own Depos'd the Ministers and Magistrates And in a godly way seiz'd their estates Then did the Gentry follow and the Rich Those neutral sinners by omission which Had good estates for it was not a sin To plunder but t' have ought worth plundring And by religious forms and shews and paints They 're call'd the godly party and the Saints By crafty artless Oratory they Vent'ring to make Orations preach and pray Drew in two silly souls that were Caught with vain shews drawn on by hope and fear Poor undiscerning all believing Elves Fit but to be the ruine of themselves Born to be couzen'd trod on and abus'd Lov'd to be fool'd and easily seduc'd These beasts they make with courage fight and dye Like Andabates not knowing how nor why Till they destroy'd King Kingdome Church and Laws And sacrificed all to Molochs Cause While those possess the fruit of all the toils Of these blind slaves and flourish with their spoils Plum'd with gay feathers stoln like Aesops Crow They seem gay birds but it was only show Now publique lands and private too they share Among themselves whose mawes did never spare Ought they could grasp to get the Royal lands They in Bloud Royal bath'd their rav'nous hands With which they shortly pamper'd grew and rich Then was their bloud infected with the itch Of Pomp and Power and now they must be Squires And Knights and Lords to please their wives desires And Madam them A broken tradesman now Piec'd with Church-Lâ—nds makes all the vulgar bow Unto his honour and their Bonnets vail To 's worship that sold Petticoats or Ale In pomp attire and every thing they did Look like true Gentry but the Soul and Head By which they were discern'd for they were rude With harsh and ill-bred natures still endu'd Proud and penurious What Nobility Sprung in an instant from all trades had we Such t' other things crept into t' other House Whose Sires heel'd stockings and whose Damâ— sold sowse These were Protectors but of such a crew As people Newgate not good men and true These were Lord Keepers but of Cowes and Swine Lord Coblers and Lord Drawers not of Wine Fine Cockney-pageant Lords and Lords Gee-hoo Lords Butchers and Lords Dray-Lords too And to transact with these was hatch'd a brood Of Justices and Squires nor great nor good Rays'd out of plunder and of sequestration Like Frogs of Nilus from an foundation A foundred Warrier when the wars did cease As nat'rally turn'd Justice of the Peace And did with boldness th' office undertake As a blinde Coach-horse does a Stallion make These fill'd all Countreys and in every Town Dwelt one or more to tread your Subjects down And to compleat this Stratagem of theirs They use Auxiliary Lecturers Illiterate Dolts pickt out of every Trade Of the same metal as Jeroboams made That ne'r took Orders nor did any keep But boldly into others Pulpits creep And vent their Heresies and there inspire The vulgar with Sedition who desire Still to be cheated and do love to be Mis-led by th' ears with couzning Sophistrie These sold Divinity as Witches do In Lapland Winds to drive where e'r you go The Sword no action did so dire and fell But that some Pulpiteers pronounc'd
it Well With these ingredients were the Countreys all Poyson'd and fool'd and aw'd while they did call Themselves the Cities or the Counties and Do in their names what they ne'r understand Or hear of These did that old Dry-bone call Up to the Throne if he were call'd at all And vow'd to live and dye with him and then Address'd to Dick and vow'd the same agen And so to Rump but these vowes were no more Then what they vow'd to Essex long before And so perform'd they dy'd alike with all Yet liv'd on unconcerned in their fall So as these Corks might swim at top they ne'r Car'd what the liquor was that them did bear These taught the easie people prone to sin And ready to imbibe ill customes in To betray trusts to break an Oath and Word Things that th' old English Protestants abhorr'd And lest these Kingdoms should hereafter be Took for inchanted Islands where men see Nothing but Devils haunt as if God and All virtuous people had for sook the land And left it to these Monsters these took care To make us match and mix our bloud with their Polluted issue and so do as when Gods sons did take the daughters once of men To fright men into this they did begin To decimate them for Orig'nal Sin Children that were unborn in those mad times And unconcern'd in what they Voted crimes If guilty of Estates were forc'd to pay The tenth to those who took nine parts away The Law was made a standing pool and grew Corrupt for want of current thence a crew Of monstrous Animals out daily crawl'd Who little knew but impudently ball'd And made the Law the Eccho of the Sword With such lew'd Cattel were the Benches stor'd That made the Gown ridiculous Now and then The Malefactors were the wiser men Most times the honester these did dispence And rack the Laws ' gainst equity and sence Which way the Buff would have them turn by which They long continued powerful and Rich. Now they 'l all wheel about and be for you For like Camaelions they still change their hue And look like that that 's next them they will vow Their hearts were alwaies for you and are now 'T is no new Wit 't is in a Play we know Who would not wish you King now you are so Yet you can pardon all for you have more Mercy and love than they have crimes in store And you can love or pity them which none But you could do you can their persons own And with unconquer'd patience look on them Because your Nature knows not to condemn You 'll let them live and by your grace convince Their treach'rous hearts that they have wrong'd a Prince Whom God and Angels love and keep whose mind Solely to love and mercy is inclin'd Whom none but such as they would hurt or grieve And none but such as you could e'r forgive Such men and crimes Those feathers ne'rtheless Pluck'd from your Subjects backs their own to dress Should be repluck'd or else they should restore They 'll still be left Crows as they were before But if you trust them And now you are returned to your Realm May you sit long and stedfastly at th' Helm And rule these head-strong people may you be The true Protector of our Libertie Your wisdome only answers th' expectation Of this long injur'd now reviving Nation May true Religion flourish and increase And we love virtue as the ground of peace May all pretences outward forms and shewes Whereby we have been gull'd give way for those True act of pure religious and may we Not only seem religious but be Of taking Oathes may you and we be shy Bâ—t being ta'ne think no necessity Oâ— power can make us break them may we ne'r Make wilful breach of promises nor e'r Basely betray our trusts but strive to be Men both of honour and of honestie And may those only that are just and true Be alwa eâ— honour'd and imploy'd by you Next let our sacred Laws in which do stand The wealth the peace and safety of our Land be kept inviolable and never made Nets to the small while the great Flies evade May those that are intrusted with them be Men of sound knowledge and integrity And sober courage such as dare and will And can do Justice We have felt what ill Comes by such Clarks and Judges as have been For favour faction or design put in Without respect to Merit who have made The Law to Tyrants various lusts a Bawd Perverted Justice and our Rights have sold And Rulers have been over-rul'd by Gold Then are the people happy and Kings too When they that are in power are good and doe On these two Bases let our peace be built So firm and lasting that no bloud be spilt No Countrey wasted and no treasure spent While you and yours do reign no future rent Disturb your happiness but may we strive Each in his sphere to make this Nation thrive Grow plentiful and pow'rful and become The Joy or Terror of all Christendome And those who lately thought themselves above us May spite of fate or tremble at or love us May no incroaching spirit break the hedge Between Prerogative and Priviledge And may your sacred Majesty enjoy Delights of Mind and Body that ne'r cloy Not only be obey'd but lov'd at home Prais'd and admir'd by all that near you come And may your Royal Fame be spread as far As valiant and as virtuous people are And when you 're Majesty shall be inclin'd To bless your Realms with heirs oh may you find A Spouse that may for Beauty Virtue Wit And royal birth be for your person fit May you abound in hopeful heirs that may Govern the Nations and your Scepters sway Till time shall be no more and pledges be Both of your love and our felicity May you live long and happily and find No pains of body and no griefs of mind While we with loyal hearts Rejoyce and Sing God bless your Kingdoms and God save our KING THE END A Catalogue of some Books Printed for H. Brome at the Gun in Ivie-lane DOctor Spark's Devotions on all the Festivals of the year The Alliance of Divine Offices exhibiting all the Liturgies of England since the Reformation by Hamon L'estrange Esq in fol. Justice Revived or the whole Office of a Countrey Justice in 8. The Exact Constable with his Originals and Power in the Offices of Church-wardens Overseers of the Poor Surveyors Treasurers and other Officers as they are now established by the Laws and Statutes of the Land both by Edw. Wingate Esq Dr. Brown's Sepulchral Urns and Garden of Cyrus in 8. Two Essayes of Love and Marriage in 12. The Royal Exchange a Comedy in 4. And four New Playes in 8. by R. Brome A Treatise of Moderation by Mr. Gaule in 8. St. â—onaventure's Soliloquies in 4. Jewes in America by Mr. Thorogood in 4. All Mr. L'Estrange's Pieces against Mr. Bagshaw and the Presbyterians Speeds Husbandry in 8. All the Songs and Poems of the Rump in 8. from 1640 to 1660. The Pourtraicture of his sacred Majesty King Charles the Second from his birth 1630. till this present year 1661. being the whole story of his escape at Worcester his travels and troubles The Glories and Magnificent Triumphs of the Restitution of King Charles the Second shewing his Entertainments in Holland and his passage through London and the Countrey comprising all the Honours done to and conferr'd by him By James Heath formerly Student of Ch. Ch. in Oxon. The Covenant discharged by John Russel in 4. The compleat art of Water-drawing in 4. Chisul's Danger of being almost a Christian in 12. Aeneas his Voyage from Troy to Italy an Assay upon the third Book of Virgil in 8. The Transtation of the sixth Book of Virgil 4. both by J. Boys Esq Mr. Walwin's Sermon on the happy Return of King Charles the second Mr. Grenfield's Sermon in behalf of the Loyal party Mr. Stone 's Sermon at St. Pauls Octob. 20. 1661. against Rebellion Bloud for Bloud in 35 Tragical stories the five last being the sad product of our late Rebellion in 8. Trap on the Major Prophets c. in fol. A Discourse of all the Imperfections of Women in 8. Mr. Morton's Rule of Life in 8. A Geographical Dictionary of all the Townâ— and Cities in the World The Jovial Crew or Merry Beggars by R. Brome Gent. Salmasius in English Holy Authems sung in all Cathedrals in England Schriverius Lexicon Greek and Latin the fourth Edition much enlarged Eighteen Choice Sermons preacht by Bishop â—sher in Oxford in the time of War in 4. The Crums of Comfort The History of the Bible The List of the Loyal Party And Case The Harmony of the World in 8. in 3. Parts The Temple of Wisdom useful for all persons being a Magical Discourse in 8. both by John Heyden Esq Flodden-field in 9 Fits or an Excellent History of the memorable battle fought between the English and Scots in the time of Henry the 8th 1513. The new Common-Prayer with choice Cuts in Copper suited to all the Feasts and Fasts of the Church of England throughout the year in a Pocket-Volume Oldsworth's Holy Royallists Songs and other Choice Poems by Mr. Henry Bold in 8. Mr. Brome's Songs Heautontimâ—rumenoâ—