week A Generals Carkass without a Cheek Which no body can deny 28. The House that lately Great Buckinghams was Which now Sir Thomas Fairfax has Wish'd it might be Sir Thomas's fate so to pass Which no body can deny 29. Howards House Suffolks great Duke of Yore Sent him one single sad wish and no more He might flore by Whitehall in purple gore Which no body can deny 30. Something I should of Whitehall say But the Story is so sad and so bad by my fay That it turns my wits another way Which no body can deny 31. To Westminster to the Bridge of the Kings The water the Barge and the Barge-men brings The small remain of the worst of things Which no body can deny 32. They interr'd him in triumph like Lewis the eleven In the famous Chappel of Henry the seven But his soul is scarce gone the right way to heaven Which no body can deny A Catch BAcchus I am come from the sun-shine fell To you mad Wags the force of Wine to tell And from those Sack-butts prest from grapes of Spain There 's none shall taste but I will taste again Sack Sack is the thing that makes the brain rumble It fools the wise and makes the Gallant stumble Sack hath the power the sence of man depriving O take heed then Sack keeps the wealthy man from thriving Fools then be wise He that in drink doth keep no mean It makes him lean And he that reels See what he feels Now in foul dirt he prostrate falls And picks mad quarrels with the walls Nor shall his drouzie sense that lies asleep Be well recover'd in a night of sleep A Catch BE not thou so foolish nice As to be invited twice Why should we men more incite Than their own sweet appetite Shall savage things more freedom have Than Nature unto Women gave The Swan the Turtle and the Sparrow Bill a while and then take marrow They bill they kiss what else they do Come bill and kiss and I 'll shew you Pim's Anarchy ASke me no more why there appears Dayly such troopes of Dragooneers Since it was requisite you know They rob cum privilegio Aske me no more why the Gule confines Our Hierarchy of best Divines Since some in Parliament agree 'T is for the Subjects Liberty Aske me no more why from Blackwall Great tumults come into Whitehall Since it was allowed by free consent The Priviledges of Parliament Aske me not why to London comes So many Musquets Pikes and Drums So that we fear they 'll never cease 'T is to protect the Kingdoms peace Aske me no more why little Finch From Parliament began to winch Since such as dare to hawk at Kings Can easie clip a Finches wings Aske me no more why Strafford's dead And why they aim'd so at his head Faith all the reason I can give 'T is thought he was too wise to live Aske me no more where 's all the Plate Brought in at such an easie rate They it back to the Owners soon will bring In case it fall not to the King Aske me not why the House delights Not in our two wise Kentish Knights Their Counsel never was thought good Because it was not understood Aske me no more why Lasey goes To seize all rich men as his foes Whilst Country Farmers sigh and sob Yeomen may beg when Kings do rob Aske me no more by what strange sight Londons Lord Maior was made a Knight Since there 's a strength not very far Hath as much power to make as mar Aske me no more why in this Age I sing so sharp without a Cage My answer is I need not fear Since England doth the burden bear Aske me no more for I grow dull Why Hotham kept the Town of Hull This answer I in brief do sing All things were thus when Pim was K A merrie Journey to France I Went from England into France Not for to learn to sing nor dance To ride nor yet to fence But for to see strange sights as those That have return'd without a nose They carried away from hence As I to Paris rode along Like to John Dory in the Song Upon a holy Tyde Where I an ambling Nag did get I hope he is not paid for yet I spurr'd him on each side First to Saint Dennis then I came To see the sights at Nostredame The man that shews them snaffles That who so list may there believe To see the Virgin Maries Sleeve And eke her odd Pantafles The breast-milk and the very Gown That she did wear in Bethlehem Town When in the Barn she lay But men may think that is a Fable For such good cloaths ne'er came in Stable Upon a lock of hay No Carpenter can by his trade Have so much Coin as to have made A gown of such rich Stuff But the poor fools must for their credit Believe and swear old Joseph did it ' Cause he receiv'd enough There is the Lanthorn which the Jews When Judas led them forth did use It weighs my weight down-right And then you must suppose and think The Jews therein did put a Link And then 't was wondrous bright There is one Saint has lost his nose Another his head but not his toes An elbow and a thumb When we had seen those holy rags We went to the Inne and took our Nags And so away we come We came to Paris on the Seine 'T is wondrous fair but little clean 'T is Europes greatest Town How strong it is I need not tell it For every one may easily smell it As they ride up and down There 's many rare sights for to see The Palace the great Gallery Place-Royal doth excell The Newbridge and the Statute stairs At Rotterdam Saint Christophers The Steeple bears the Bell. For Arts the University And for old Cloaths the Frippery The Queen the same did build Saint Innocent whose earth devours Dead Corps in four and twenty hours And there the King was kill'd The Bastile and Saint Dennis street The Chastelet like London Fleet The Arsenal is no toy But if you will see the pretty thing Oh go to Court and see the King Oh he is a hopeful boy He is of all Dukes and Peers Reverenc'd for wit as well as years Nor must you think it much That he with little switches play And can make fine dirt-pies of Clay O never King made such Birds round about his Chamber stands The which he feeds with his own hands 'T is his humility And if they want any thing They may but whistle to their King And he comes presently A bird that can but catch a Fly Or prate to please his Majesty It 's known to every one The Duke De Guise gave him a Parrot And he had twenty Cannons for it For his great Gallion O that it e'er might be my hap To catch the bird that in the Map They call the Indian Chuck I 'd give it him and hope to be As great and wise a
we still should cry Not to be born or being born to dye A Cambridge Droll THE Proctors are two and no more Then hang them that makes them three The Taverns they are but foure I wish they were more for me Chor. For three merry boyes and three merry boyes And three merry boys are we We 'll make if our numbers mix The Muses triple trine For two and four make six As all men do devine For two three and four makes nine The Myter no more shall sink Though Pym himself were there For that were Popery to think That Puritans dare come there For catholick Sack is there The Dolphins were numbred never As all men plainly see For I am sure for ever The Dolphin shall swim free And that 's enough for me The three tuns are forgot Which few do go to see But there 's a tun behind For him for thee and for me To make us frolick and free But if the Doctors droop In whom our number dies As the Arches put us in hope They are not like to rise And wine shall make us wise The wise men they were seven I wish they were more for me The Muses they were nine The Worthies three times three And three merry boys and three merry boys And three merry boys are we Resolved not to part Man MY Mistris whom in heart I loved long Her unkind words alas hath done me wrong Loe where she comes I mean her love to try Oh stay a while and hear her kind reply My faithful friend whom I esteem'd so deer Rejected is and gone I know not where Forlorn I live away all joyes are fled I lost my Love alas my heart is dead I will go sail into some Forraign Land To France or Flanders I 'll go out of hand When I come there to strangers I 'll complain And say my Love hath me unkindly slain Wo. If into France or Flanders you do go I 'll not stay here but follow thee also If false report abroad there thou dost tell I 'll check thee for 't and say thou didst not well Ma. Else to the Wilderness full fast I 'll high Among wild beasts there I mean to dye Where Wolves and Bears and other Creatures The Elephant and Unicorn with their odd features Wo. O stay at home sweet heart and go not there For those wild beasts will thee in pieces tear If that I should behold them suck thy blood Thou shouldst have mine sweet heart to do thee good Ma. I would I were all in the raging seas Or in some Bark to go even where it please Where comfort none alas is to be found And every hour in danger to be drown'd Ma. I would I were all in the lofty skies So far from ground as any Eagle flies For to fall down to ease me of my pain That I might die but die to live again Wo. If in the lofty sky thou shouldst remain I 'd soar so high thy love for to obtain And like the Eagle keep thee from all harms That thou shouldst fall in no place but mine arms Ma. Thus many wishes have I wisht in vain But none of these can ease me of my pain This marshal ponyard that shall end all grief Shall ease my heart that findeth no relief Wo. O stay at home good heart let it not die Thy life I love thy death I do defie Come live in love and so thou 'lt banish pain Take a good heart and I will love again Ma. Go lusty Lads go you the Musick fetch Your nimble legs and joynts you shall out-stretch While others dance and caper in the streets We 'll dance at home the shaking of the sheets The Power of Money 'T IS not the silver nor gold for it self That makes men adore it but 't is for its power For no man does doat upon pelf because pelf But all Court the Lady in hope of her dower The wonders that now in our daies we behold Done by the irresistible power of gold Our Zeal and our Love and Allegiance do hold This purchaseth Kingdoms Kings Scepters and Crowns Wins battels and conquers the Conquerors bold Takes Bulwarks and Castles and Cities and Towns And our prime Laws are writ in letters of Gold 'T is this that our Parliament calls and creates Turns Kings into Keepers and Kingdoms to States And peopledomes these into highdomes translates This made our black Synod to sit still so long To make themselves rich by making us poor This made our bold Army so daring and strong And made them turn them like Geese out of door 'T was this made our Covenant-makers to make it And this made our Priests for to make us to take it And this made both Makers and Takers forsake it 'T was this spawn'd the dunghil Crew of Committees and ' Strators Who live by picking the crockadile Parliaments gums This first made then prospered rebels and traitors And made gentry of those that were the nations scums This herald gives arms not for merit but store And gives coats to those that did sell coats before If their pockets be but lin'd well with argent and ore This plots can devise and discover what they are This makes the great Fellons the lesser condemn This sets those one the Bench that should stand at the Bar Who judge such as by right ought to execute them Gives the boysterous Clown his unsufferable pride Makes Beggars and Fools and Usurpers to ride Whiles ruin'd Propriators run by their side Stamp either the Amrs of the State or the King St. George or the Breeches C. R. or O. P. The Cross or the Fiddle 't is all the same thing This still is the Queen whosoe'er the King be This lines our Religion builds Doctrine and Truth With zeale and the Spirit the factious endueth To club with Saint Catharine or sweet sister Ruth 'T is money makes Lawyers give judgement or plead On this side or that side on both sides or neither This makes young men Clerks that can scarce write or read And spawns arbitrary orders as various as the weather This makes your blew Lecturers pray preach prate Without reason or sence against Church King or state To shew the thin lining of his twice-covered pate 'T is money makes Earls Lords Knights and Esquires Without breeding descent wit learning or merit This makes ropers and ale-drapers Sheriffs of shires Whose trade is not so low nor so base as their spirit This Justices makes and wise ones we know Furr'd Aldermen too and Maiors also This makes the old Wife trot and makes the mare to go This makes your blew aprons right worshipful And for this we stand bare and before them do fall They leave their young heirs well fleec'd with wooll Whom we must call Squires and then they pay all Who with beggarly souls though their bodies be gawdy Court the pale Chamber-maid and nick-name her a Lady And for want of good wit they do swear and talk bawdy This marriages makes
quarters with thy knife Who did pollute with flesh and bone The quarters of the Butchers wife The next among these Petticoat-Peers Is Harry Martin take him thither But he hath been addle so many years That I fear he will hardly hang together There 's Hacker zealous Tom Harrison too That boldly defends the bloudy deed He practizeth what the Jesuites do To murder his King as a part of his Creed There 's single-eyed Hewson the Cobler of Fate Translated into Buff and Feather But bootless are all his seams of State When the soul is unript from the upper-leather Is this prophane mechanical Brood For me that have been dignifi'd With Loyal Laud and Straffords blood And holy Hewet who lately dy'd Do thou contrive with deadly Dun To send them to the River of Stix 'T is pitty since those Saints are gone That Martyrs and Murtherers bloud should mix Then do not fear me that I will Deprive thee of that fatal Day 'T is fit those that their King did kill Should hang up in the Kings high-way My Priviledge though I know it is large Into thy hand I freely give it For there is Cook that read the Kings Charge Is only fit for the devils tribute Then taunting Tyburn in great scorn Did make Tower-hill this rude reply So much ranke blond my stomack will turn And thou shalt be sick as well as I. These Traytors made those Martyrs bleed Upon the Block that thou dost bear And there it is fit they should dye for the deed But Tower-hill cryed they shall not come there With that grim Tyburn began to fret And Tower-hill did look very grim And sure as a club they both would have met But that the City did step between The New Exchange I 'LL go no more to the Old Exchange There 's no good Ware at all But I will go to the New Exchange Called Haberdashers Hall For there are choice of Knacks and Toyes The fancy for to please For men and maids for girles and boyes And a Trap for Lice and Fleas There you may buy a Holland Smock That 's made without a gore You need not stoop to take it up For it is button'd down before The finest Fashions that are us'd And Powders that excell And all the best and sweet Perfumes To rarifie the smell The curious rich Vermilion Paint That maids of beauty hold And Alabaster driven snow Is there to be bought and sold And there c. The broad-brim'd Beaver which is made Most curious soft and fine Will be a shadow in the face When as the Sun doth shine Fine Feathers and Ribbons you may have For to wear about the Crown Black Patches for the face also O the best in all the Town And there c. There is curious powder'd Periwigs And new-cut fashion'd Gloves With Bodkins Thimbles and gold Rings As men do give unto their Loves There 's curious Books of Complements And other Fashions strange That never a place in all the Land Is like the New Exchange For there c. Great Flanders-Laces large and white Are common to be sold And Silver Laces very broad And some that 's made of Gold Both Knives and Sizers sharp and keen And Kerchiefs very fair Within the Change are dayly fold For pretty maids to wear There you c. Fine Silken Masks and new French hoods To shrowd the foulest face And every thing that costly is Is present in this place There 's Spanish Needles Points and Pins And curious balls of Snow That doth perfume the stinking breath And makes them wholsome too And there c. There 's precious Oyles to cleanse the teeth And Purges for the Brain And Antidotes to make the Nose Both safe and sound again All precious Flowers may be had And rich Perfumed Spice To make your houses all To smell like Paradice And there c. For one that hath a fluent tongue You may have med'cines good And there is searching Physick too To purge corrupted blood You there may purifie the skin And cure the tickling itch For he is the best esteem'd of all That is both free and rich And there c. Besides these fashions strange and true There 's other things most rare Which are the witty pretty maids All bound as Servants there Whose heavenly look invites the eyes Of gallant Gentlemen To buy some curious Knack or Toy And then they 'll come agen And there c. The bravest Lords and Ladies all Do thither much resort And buy the fashions that are us'd And daily worn at Court For private profit divers times Some upstart Gentlemen walk And take new fashions up on trust And nothing pay but Chalk And there c. Let me invite those that intend To follow fashions strange With speed to go to Londons pride Now called the Exchange Where choice and store of things most rare For money may be had Besides a gallant bonny Lass To serve a lively Lad There you may have a Holland Smock That 's made without a gore You need not stoop to take it up For 't is buttoned down before A Medley LEt 's call and drink the Sellar dry Here 's nothing sober underneath the sky The greatest Kingdoms in confusion lye Since all the World grows mad why may not I My Fathers dead and I am free He left no Children in the World but me The devill drank him down with Usury And I 'll repine in Liberality When first the English War began He was Sir Reverence a Parliament man And gain'd his wealth by Sequestration Till Oliver begun To come with Sword in hand and put him to the râ—n Then Royallists since you are undone So by the Father come home to the Son Whom Wine and Musick now do wait upon We 'll tipple up a Tun And drink our Woes away Cavaliers come on come on Here 's a health to him that may Do a trick that shall advance us all And beget a merry Joviall day Fill another boule to he That hath drank by stealth His Landlords health If his Spirit and his Tongue agree The Land shall Celebrate his Fame All the World imbalm his name No Royal Right Good Fellow But will Sackifie the same The Bells all merrily shall ring All the Town shall dance and sing More delight than I can tell ye When we see this Royal Spring We 'll have Ladies by the belly And a snatch at t'other thing Wee's be bonny and jolly Quaff Carrouse and Reel We 'll play with Peggy and Molly Dance and Kiss and Feel Wee's put up the Bagpipe and Organ And make the Welch Harp to play Till Mauris ap Shinkin ap Morgan frisk on St. Taffies day Hold out Ginny Piper come play us a spring All you that have Musick may tipple dance and sing Let the French Monsieur come and swear Intreut Monsieur Dis is de ting ve long to hear so many year Dancing vill be look'd upon Now deman of Iron is gone Begar his dancing days be done When