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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

about his Neck doth shew Then whisp'ring to his Son in words unheard Through the lockt Door both of them disappear'd The wondrous Night the pensive King revolves And rising straight on Hide 's disgrace resolves At his first step he Castlemain does find Bennet and Coventry as 't were design'd And they not knowing the same thing propose Which his hid Mind did in his depths inclose Through their feign'd speech their secret Hearts he knew To her own Husband Castlemain untrue False to his Master Bristol Arlington And Coventry falser than any one Who to his Brother Brother would betray Nor therefore trusts himself to such as they His Father's Ghost too whisper'd him one Note That who does cut his Purse will cut his Throat But in wise anger he their Crimes forbear As Thieves repriev'd from Executioner While Hide provok't his foaming Tusk does whet To prove them Traytors and himself the Pett Painter adieu How well our Arts agree Poetick Picture Painted Poetry But this great Work is for our Monarch fit And henceforth Charles only to Charles shall sit His Master-hand the Ancients shall out-do Himself the Painter and the Poet too To the KING SO his bold Tube Man to the Sun apply'd And Spots unknown in the bright Star descry'd Shew'd they obscure him while too near they please And seem his Courtiers are but his Disease Through Optick Trunk the Planet seem'd to hear And hurls them off e'er since in his career And you Great Sir that with him Empire share Seen of our World as he the Charles is there Blame not the Muse that brought those Spots to sight Which in your Splendor hid corrode your Light Kings in the Country oft have gone astray Nor of a Peasant scorn'd to learn the way Would she the unattended Throne reduce Banishing Love Trust Ornament and Use Better it were to live in Cloyster's lock Or in fair Fields to rule the easy Flock She blames them only who the Court restrain And where all England serves themselves would reign Bold and accurst are they that all this while Have strove to Isle this Monarch from this Isle And to improve themselves by false Pretence About the common Prince have rais'd a Fence The Kingdom from the Crown distinct would see And peel the Bark to burn at last the Tree But Ceres Corn and Flora is the Spring Bacchus is Wine the Country is the King Not so does Rust insinuating wear Nor Powder so the vaulted Bastion tear Nor Earthquakes so an hollow Isle o'erwhelm As scratching Courtiers undermine a Realm And through the Palaces Foundations bore Burrowing themselves to hoard their guilty Store The smallest Vermin make the greatest waste And a poor Warren once a City rac't But they whom born to Vertue and to Wealth Nor Guilt to Flatt'ry binds nor Want to Stealth Whose gen'rous Conscience and whose Courage high Does with clear Councils their large Souls supply That serve the King with their Estates and Care And as in Love on Parliaments can stare Where Few the number Choice is there less hard Give us this Court and rule without a Guard By A. M. The Loyal Scot. By Cleaveland's Ghost upon the Death of Captain Douglas burnt on his Ship at Chatham OF the old Heroes when the Warlike Shades Saw Douglas marching on the Elysium Glades They all consulting gather'd in a Ring Which of their Poets should his Welcome sing And as a favourable Penance chose Cleaveland on whom they would that task impose He understood but willingly addrest His ready Muse to court that noble Guest Much had he cur'd the tumour of his Vein He judg'd more clearly now and saw more plain For those soft Airs had temper'd every Thought And of wise Lethe he had drunk a Draught Abruptly he began disguising Art As of his Satyr this had been a part Not so brave Douglas on whose lovely Chin The early Down but newly did begin And modest Beauty yet his Sex did veil While envious Virgins hopes he is a Male. His yellow Locks curles back themselves to seek Nor other Courtship knew but to his Cheek Oft as he in chill Esk or Seyn by Night Hardned and cool'd his Limbs so soft so white Among the Reeds to be espy'd by him The Nymphs would rustle he would forwards swim They sigh'd and said Fond Boy why so untame That fly'st Loves fires reserv'd for other flame First on his Ship he fac't that horrid Day And wondered much at those that run away No other fear himself could comprehend Than least Heaven fall e'er thither he ascend But entertains the while his time too short With birding at the Dutch as if in sport Or waves his Sword and could he them conjure Within his Circle knows himself secure The fatal Bark him boards with grappling Fire And safely through its Port the Dutch retire That precious Life he yet disdains to save Or with known Art to try the gentle Wave Much him the honour of his ancient Race Inspir'd nor would he his own Deeds deface And secret Joy in his calm Soul does rise That Monk looks on to see how Dowglas dies Like a glad Lover the fierce flames he meets And tries his first Embraces in their Sheets His Shape exact which the bright flames infold Like the Suns Statue stands of burnisht Gold Round the transparent Fire about him glows As the clear Amber on the Bees does close And as on Angels heads their Glories shine His burning Locks adorn his Face divine But when in his immortal Mind he felt His alt'ring Form and soder'd Limbs to melt Down on the Deck he laid himself and dy'd With his dear Sword reposing by his Side And on the flaming Plank so rests his Head As one that warm'd himself and went to Bed His Ship burns down and with his Reliques sinks And the sad Stream beneath his Ashes drinks Fortunate Boy If either Pencils Fame Or if my Verse can propagate thy Name When Aeta and Alcides are forgot Our English Youth shall sing the valiant Scot. Skip Saddles Pegasus thou needst not brag Sometimes the Galloway proves the better Nag Shall not a Death so generous when told Unite our distance fill our Breaches old Such in the Roman Forum Curtius brave Galloping down clos'd up the gaping Cave Nor more discourse of Scotch and English Race No chaunt the fabulous hunt of Chevy Chase. Mixt in Corinthian Metal at thy Flame Our Nations melting thy Colossus frame Prick down the Point whoever has the Art Where Nature Scotland does from England part Anatomists may sooner fix the Cells Where Life resides and Understanding dwells But this we know though that exceeds our Skill That whosoever separates them does ill Will you the Tweed that sullen Bounder call Of Soyl of VVit of Manners and of all VVhy draw you not as well the thrifty Line From Thames from Humber or at least the Tine So may we the State Corpulence redress And little England when we please make less VVhat Ethic River is

did there affront defame betray The King and so do here now who but they What! say I Men nay rather Monsters Men Only in bed nor to my Knowledge then See how they home return'd in revel rout With the small manners that they first went out Not better grown nor wiser all the while Renew the causes of their first Exile As if to shew the Fool what 't is I mean I chose a foul Smock when I might have clean First they for fear disband the Army tame And leave good George a Gen'rals empty name Then Bishops must revive and all unfix With Discontents to content Twenty six The Lords House drains the Houses of the Lord For Bishops Voices silencing the word O Barthol'mew Saint of their Kalander What 's worse th' Ejection or the Massacre Then Culpepper Glouster and the Princess dy'd Nothing can live that interrupts an Hyde O more than human GLOSTER Fate did shew Thee but to Earth and back again withdrew Then the fat Scrivener doth begin to think 'T was time to mix the Royal Blood with Ink. Berkley that swore as oft as he had Toes Doth kneeling now her Chastity depose Just as the first French Card'nal could restore Maidenhead to his Widow Neece and Whore For Portion if she could prove light when weigh'd Four Millions shall within three years be paid To raise it we must have a Naval War As if 't were nothing but Tara-Tan-Tar Abroad all Princes disobliging first At home all Parties but the very worst To tell of Ireland Scotland Dunkirk's sad Or the King's Marriage But he thinks I 'm mad And sweeter Creature never saw the Sun If we the King wish Monk or Queen a Nun. But a Dutch War shall all these Rumors still Bleed out these Humours and our Purses fill Yet after four days Fight they clearly saw 'T was too much danger for a Son-in-Law Hire him to leave for Six score thousand Pound So with the King's Drums men for sleep compound But modest Sand ch thought it might agree With the State-prudence to do less than he And to excuse their timorousness and sloth They found how George might now be less than both First Smith must for Leghorn with force enough To venture back again but not go through Beaufort is there and to their dazling Eyes The distance more the Object magnifies Yet this they gain that Smith his time should lose And for my Duke too cannot interpose But fearing that our Navy George to break Might yet not be sufficiently weak The Secretary that had never yet Intelligence but from his own Gazette Discovers a great Secret fit to sell And pays himself for't e'er he would it tell Beaufort is in the Channel Hixy here Doxy Thoulon Beaufort is ev'ry-where Herewith assembling the supreme Divan Where enters none but Devil NED and NAN And upon this pretence they straight design'd The Fleet to sep'rate and the World to blind Monk to the Dutch and Rupert here the Wench Could not but smile is destin'd to the French To write the order Bristol Clerk is chose One slit in 's Pen the other in his Nose For he first brought the News it is his place He 'll see the Fleet divided like his Face And through the cranny in his grisly part To the Dutch Chink Intelligence impart The Plot succeeds The Dutch in hast prepar'd And poor Peel Garlick George's Arse they shar'd And then presuming of his certain Wrack To help him late they send for Rupert back Officious Will seem'd fittest as afraid Lest George should look too far into his Trade At the first Draught they pause with Statesmens care They write in full then copy it as fair And then compare them when at last it s sign'd Will soon his Purse-strings but no Seal could find At Night he sends it by the common Post To save the King of an Express the cost Lord what ado to pack one Letter hence Some Patents pass with less circumference Well George in spite of them thou safe dost ride Lessen'd I hope in nought but thy backside For as to Reputation this Retreat Of thine exceeds the Victories so great Nor shalt thou stir from hence by my consent Till thou hast made the Dutch and Them repent 'T is true I want so long the Nuptial Gift But as I oft have done I 'll make a shift Nor will I with vain pomp accost the shore To try thy Valour at the Bouy o' th' Nore Fall to thy Work there George as I do here Cherish the valiant up Cowards cashier See that the Men have Pay and Beef and Beer Find out the cheats of the four Millioneer Out of the very Beer they sell the Malt Powder of Powder from powder'd Beef the Salt Put thy hand to the Tub instead of Oxe They victual with French Pork that hath the Pox. Never such Cotqueans by small arts do wring Ne'er such ill Huswives in the managing Pursers at Sea know fewer cheats than they Marriners on Shore less madly spend their Pay See that thou hast new Sails thy self and spoil All their Sea-market and their Cable coyl Look that good Chaplains on each Ship do wait Nor the Sea-Diocese be impropriate Look to the sick and wounded Pris'ners all Is prize they rob even the Hospital Recover back the Prizes too in vain We fight if all be taken that is ta'en Now by our Coast the Dutchmen like a Flight Of feeding Ducks ev'ning and morning light How our Land-Hectors tremble void of sense As if they came straight to transport them hence Some Sheep are stol'n the Kingdom 's all array'd And ev'd Presbyters now call out for aid They wish ev'n George divided to command One half of him at Sea th' other on Land What 's that I see ah 't is my George agen It seems they in sev'n Weeks have rigg'd him then The curious Heav'ns with Lightning him surrounds To view him and his Name in Thunder sounds But with the same swift goes their Navy's near So e'er we hunt the Keeper shoots the Deer Stay Heaven awhile and thou shalt see him ●ail And George too he can thunder lighten hail Happy the time that I e'er wedded George The Sword of England and the Holland Scourge Avaunt Rotterdam-Dog Ruyter avaunt Thou Water-Rat thou Shark thou Cormorant I 'll teach thee to shoot Scissors I 'll repair Each Rope thou losest George out of this Hair 'T is strong and course enough I 'll hem this shift E'er thou shalt lack a Sail and lie a-drift Bring home the old ones I again will sew And darn them up to be as good as new What twice disabled Never such a thing Now Sovereign help him that brought in the King Guard thy Posteriors George e'er all be gone Tho' Jury-Masts thou 'st Jury-Buttocks none Courage How bravely whet with this disgrace He turns and Bullets spits in Ruyter's Face They fly they fly their Fleet doth now divide But they discard their Trump our Trump is Hyde Where are you

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

them to do Since we miss that 't is best dismiss them too ●Tis true this House the best is you can call But in my Judgment best is none at all Well mov'd the whole Cabal cry'd Parliaments Are cloggs to Princes and their brave intents One did object 't was against Majesty To obey the Peoples pleasure Another he Their Inconvenience argues and that neither Close their Designs were nor yet speedy either Whilst thus confused chatter'd the Cabal And many mov'd none heard but speak did all A little bobtail'd Lord Urchin of State A Praise-God-bare-bone Peer whom all men hate Amphibious Animal half Fool half Knave Begg'd silence and this purblind Counsel gave Blest and best Monarch that e'er Scepter bore Renown'd for Vertue but for Honour more That Lord spake last has well and wisely shown That Parliaments nor new nor old nor none Can well be trusted longer for the State And Glory of the Crown hate all Checkmate That Monarchy may from its Childhood grow To man's Estate France has taught us how Monarchy's Divine Divinity it shows That he goes backward that not forward goes Therefore go on let other Kingdoms see Your Will 's your Law that 's absolute Monarchy A mixt hodge-podge will now no longer do Caesar or nothing you are brought unto Strike then Great Sir 'fore these Debates take wind Remember that Occasion 's bald behind Our Game is sure in this if wisely play'd And sacred Votes to th' Vulgar not betray'd But if the Rumour shou'd once get on wing That we consult to make you abs'lute King The Plebeians head the Gentry forsooth They strait would snort and have an aking Tooth Lest they I say should your great Secrets scent And you oppose in nulling Parliament I think it safer and a greater skill To obviate than to o'ercome an ill For those that head the Head are full as rude When th' humor takes as th' following Multitude Therefore be quick in your Resolves and when Resolv'd you have execute quicker then Remember your great Father lost the Game by slow Proceedings mayn't you do the same An unexpected unregarded blow Wounds more than ten made by an open Foe Delays do Dangers breed the Sword is yours By Law declar'd what need of other Powers We may unpolitick be judg'd or worse If we can't make the Sword command the Purse No Art or Courtship can the rule so shape Without a Force it must be done by Rape And when 't is done to say you cannot help Will satisfie enough the gentle Whelp Phanaticks they 'll to Providence impute Their Thraldom and immediately grow mute For they poor pious Fools think the Decree Of Heaven falls on them though from Hell it be And when their reason is abas'd to it They forthwith think t' Religion to submit And vainly glorying in a passive Shame They 'll put of Man to wear the Christian Name Wherefore to lull 'em do their Hopes fulfill With Liberty they 're halter'd at your Will Give them but Conventicle-room and they Will let you steal the Englishman away And heedless be till you your Nets have spread And pull'd down Conventicles on their Head Militia therefore and Parliaments cashier A formidable standing Army rear They 'll mount you up and up you soon will be They 'll fear who ne'er did love your Monarchy And if they fear no matter for their hate To rule by Law becomes a sneaking State Lay by all Fear care not what People say Regard to them will your Designs betray When bite they cannot what hurt can barking do And Sir in time we 'll spoil their barking too Make Coffee-Clubs talk of more humble things Than State Affairs and Interest of Kings Thus spake the Rigling Peer when one more grave That had much less of Fool but more of Knave Began Great Sir it gives no small content To hear such Zeal for you 'gainst Parliament Wherefore though I an Enemy no less To Parliaments than you your selves profess Yet I must also enter my protest 'Gainst these rude rumbling Counsels indigest And Great Sir tell you 't is an harder thing Than they suggest to make you abs'lute King Old Buildings to pull down believe it true More danger in it hath than building New And what shall prop your Superstructure till Another you have built that suits your Will An Army shall say they content but stay From whence shall this new Army have its pay For easie gentle Government a while Must first appear this Kingdom to beguile The Peoples minds and make them cry up you For raising Old and making better New For Taxes with new Government all will blame And put the Kingdom soon into a flame For Tyranny has no such lovely Look To catch Men with unless you hide the Hook And no Bait hides it more than present Ease Ease but their Taxes then do what you please Wherefore all wild Debates laid by from whence Shall Money rise to bear this vast expence For our first thoughts thus well resolved we in other things much sooner shall agree Join then with Mother-Church whose bosom stands Ope to receive us stretching forth her Hands Close but this breach and she will let you see Her Purse as open as her Arms shall be For sacred Sir by guess I do not speak Of poor she 'll make you rich and strong of weak At home abroad no Money no nor Men She 'll let you lack turn but to her agen The Scot cou'd here no longer hold but cry'd Del ' take the Pape and all that 's on his side The Whore of Rome that mickle Man of Sin Plague take the Mother Bearns and aw the Kin. What racks my Saul must we the holy Rood Place in God's Kirk again troth 't is not gude I defy the Loon the De'l and all his Works The Pape shall lig no mare in God's gude Kirk The Scot with Laughter check'd they all agreed The Lord spoke last shou'd in his Speech proceed Which thus he did Great Sir You know 't is Season Salts all the motions that we make with Reason And now a season is afforded us The best e'er came and most propitious Besides the Summ the Cath'licks will advance You know the Offers we are made from France And to have Money and no Parliament Must fully answer your design'd intent And thus without tumultuous noise or huff Of Parliaments you may have Money enough Which if neglected now there 's none knows when Like Opportunities may be had again For all to extirpate now combined be Both civil and religious Liberty Thus Money you 'll have to exalt the Crown Without stooping Majesty to Country Clown The triple League I know will be objected As if that ought by us to be respected But who to Hereticks or Rebel pay'th The truth ingag'd to by solemn Faith Debauched Vertue by those very things The Church profaneth and debaseth Kings As you your self have admirably shown By burning solemn Cov'nant though your own