Pym with hoe He would have had a place in Court And he ventur'd all his partie for 't But bribing proves his best support VVith hey trolly lolly loe Farewell John Pym with hey with hey Farewell John Pym with hoe For all the feign'd disaster Of the Taylor and the Plaster Thou shalt not be our Master VVith hey trolly lolly loe Farewell Major Skippon with hey with hey Farewell Major Skippon with hoe Ye have ordered him to kill and slay To rescue him and run away Provide you vote fair weather and pay VVith hey trolly lolly loe Farewell our VVorthies all with hey with hey Farewell our VVorthies all with hoe For they instead of dying Maintain the truth by lying And get victories by flying VVith hey trolly lolly loe Farewell our Scotch Brethren with hey with hey Farewell our Scotch Brethren with hoe They March but to the border But will be brought no farther For neither Ordinance nor Order With hey trolly lolly loe Farewell my little Levites with hey with hey Farewell my little Levites with hoe Though you seem to fear him Yet you can scarce forbear him And when you thank him you but jeer him With hey trolly lolly loe Farewell fears and jealousies with hey with hey Farewell fears and jealousies with hoe Which with lying Declarations Tumults traytors and protestations Have been the ruine of two Nations With hey trolly lolly loe Farewell little Isaack with hey with hey Farewell little Isaack with hoe Thou hast made us all like Asses Part with our Plate and drink in Glasses Whilst thou growst rich with 2 s. Passes With hey trolly lolly loe Farewell Plate and Money with hey with hey Farewell Plate and Money with hoe 'T is going down by water Or something near the matter And a Publique Faith's going after With hey trolly lolly loe Farewell Members five with hey with hey Farewell Members five with hoe Next Petition we deliver Sends you packing down the River And the Devil be your driver With hey trolly lolly loe A SONG NEw England is preparing a-pace To entertain King Pym with his Grace And Isaack before shall carry the Mace For Round-heads Old Nick stand up now No Surplisse nor no Organs there Shall ever offend the Eye or the Ear But a Spiritual Preach with a 3. hours Prayer For Round-heads c. All things in Zeal shall there be carried Without any Porredge read over the buried No Crossing of Infants nor Rings for the Married For Round-heads c. The Swearer there shall punisht be still But Drunkennesse private be counted no ill Yet both kind of lying as much as you will For Round-heads c. Blow winds Hoyse sailes and let us be gone But be sure we take all our Plunder a long That Charles may find little when as he doth come For Round-heads Old Nick stand up now Sir Hotham's Alarm COme Traytors March on to the Leader Sir John Though King Charles his Friends disaffect you Do not obey him but obey Devil Pym And the Parliament will protect you Let us plead that we Fight for the King and his Right But if he desire for to enter Let us Armed appear and let us all sweare Our lives for his sake we will venter But if he give Command to disarm out of hand As we our Allegiance do tender Let us presently Sweare that Commanded we are By the Parliament not to surrender If he desire for to see what Command that may be We then will resolve him no further But intreat him to stay while we send Post away He shall have a Copy of the Order But if he Proclaime me a Traytor by Name And all you that adhere to my Faction What an Honour it will be when my Country see me Second Pym in a Trayterous Action But when the King sends to require an amends Of the Parliament for such denyal Whether Treason or no the Law shall ne're know I must be put to your Vote for a Tryal And to put it to the Voice or the Parliaments choice The House being now so empty If there be such a thing as God or a King We 'll carry it by five in the twenty If so please the Fates as to change our Estates That the King his own Rights doth recover We will turn to their way and the Town will betray Though a Ladder for our pains we turn over The Publique Faith SOme tell of Africk Monsters which of old Vain Superstition did for God-heads hold How the Aegyptians who first knowledge spread Ador'd their Apis with the white Bulls head Apis still fed with Serpents that do hiss Hamon Osiris Monster Anubis But Sun-burnt Africk never had nor hath A Monster like our English Publique Faith Those fed on Snakes and satisfi'd did rest This like the Curtain Gulf will have the best Thing in the City to appease its still Encreasing hunger Glutting its lewd will With Families whose substance it devours Perverting Justice and the Higher Powers Contemning without fear of any Law Preying on all to fill its ravenous Maw Whose Estrich stomack which no steele can sate Has swallowed down Indies of Gold and Plate This is the Publique Faith which being led By th' Cities wealth has in this Kingdom bred Such various mischiefs with its viperous breath Blasting its peace and happinesse to death And yet this Idoll which our world adores Has made men prostitute their truth like Whores To its soul Lust which surely may as well And soon be satisfi'd as th' Grave or Hell This preys on Horses yet that will not do Unlesse it may devour the Riders too This takes up all the Riches of the Land Not by intreaty but unjust Command Borrowing extortively without any day But the Greek Calends then it means to pay This ' gainst the Law of Nations does surprise The Goods of Strangers Kings in its wise Discretion thinks though it s not worth their note They 're bound to take the Publique Faiths trim Vote For their security when this Publique Faith Has broke more Merchants then e're Riot hath And yet good men o' th City you are proud To have this Bankrupt Publique Faith allow'd More credit then your King to this you 'll lend More willingly then ever you did spend Money to buy your Wives and Children bread By such a strange Inchantment being misled To your undoings you who upon Bond Nay scarcely upon Mortgage of that Land Treble your Moneys value would not pâ—rt With your lov'd Coine vanquish'd by th' powerfull art Of this Magician Publique Faith justly install Him Master of your Bags the Devil and all That taught you get them by deceitfull wares And sucking in like Mornings draughts young Heirs Well certainly if this fine humour hold Your Aldermen will have no other Gold But what 's in Thumb-rings for their ponderous Chains They 'le be the Publique Faiths just lawfull gains And have the Honour afterwards to be Hang'd in them for its Publique Treachery What will become of
worlds uproar But an eternal hush a quiet peace As without end so still in the increase Shall lull humanity asleep and bring Us equal Subjects to the Heavenly King Till then I 'le turn Recusant and forswear All Calvin for there 's Purgatory here AN EPITAPH STay Passenger Behold and see The widowed Grave of Majestie Why tremblest thou Here 's that will make All but our stupid souls to shake Here lies entomb'd the sacred dust Of Peace and Piety Right and Just The bloud O start'st not thou to hear Of a King 'twixt hope and fear Shed and hurried hence to be The miracle of misery Adde the ills that Rome can boast Shrift the world in every coast Mix the fire of Earth and Seas With humane spleen and practices To puny the records of time By one grand Gygantick crime Then swell it bigger till it squeeze The Globe to crooked hams and knees Here 's that shall make it seem to be But modest Christianitie The Law-giver amongst his own Sentenc'd by a Law unknown Voted Monarchy to death By the course Plebeian breath The Soveraign of all command Suff'ring by a Common hand A Prince to make the odium more Offer'd at his very door The Head cut off O death to see 't In obedience to the feet And that by Justice you must know If you have Faith to think it so We 'll stir no further then this Sacred Clay But let it slumber till the Judgement day Of all the Kings on Earth 't is not denyed Here lies the first that for Religion dyed The Engagement stated BEgon Expositor the Text is plain No Church no Lord no Law no Soveraign Away with mental reservations and Senses of Oaths in files out-vy the Strand Here 's Hell truss'd in a thimble in a breath Dares face the hazard of the second death The Saints are grown Laconians and can twist Perjury up in Pills like Leyden grist But hold precize Doponents though the heat Of Zeal in Cataracts digestâ— such meat My cold concoction shrinks and my advance Drives slowly to approach your Ordinance The sign 's in Cancer and the Zodiack turns Leonick roul'd in curls while Terra burns What though your fancies are sublim'd to reach Those fatal reins Successe and will can teach But rash Divinity a sad renown Where one man fell to see a million drown When neither Arts nor Armes can serve to fight And wrest a Title from its Law and Right Must Malice piece the Trangum and make clear The scruple Else we will resolve to swear Nay out-swear all that we have sworn before And make good lesser crimes by acting more And more sublime This this extends the Line And shames the puny soul of Cataline On this account all those whose Fortune 's crost And want estates may turn Knights of the Post Vaulx we out-vy'd thee since thy plot fell lame We found a closer Celler for the same Piling the fatal Powder in our mouths Which in an Oath discharg'd blew up the House Maugre Mounteagle Aspes not throughly slain Their poyson in an age may live again Good Demas cuff your Bear then let us see The mystery of your iniquity May a Man course a Cur and freely box The Question or the formal Paradox But as in Physick so in this device This queâ—k of policy the point is nice For he that in this model means to thrive Must first subscribe to the Preparative Like Witches compact counter-march his faith And soak up all what ere the Spirit saith Then seale and signe Scylla threw three Barres short He a had Sword indeed but no Text for 't Old Rome lamâ—nt thy infancy in sin We perfect what thou trembledst to begin Blush then to see thy self out-done But all The world may grieve 't is epidemical Heaven frowns indeed But what makes Hell enraged Sweet Pluto be at Peace we have Engaged On the happy Memory of Alderman Hoyle that hang'd himself ALL hail fair fruit may every Crab-tree bear Such blossomes and so lovely every year Call ye me this the slip marry 't is well Zacheus slip'd to Heaven the Thief to Hell But if the Saints thus give 's the slip 't is need To look about us to preserve the breed Th' are of the Running game and thus to post In nooses blanks the reckning with their Host Here 's more than Trussum cordum I suppose That knit this knot guilt seldome singly goes A wounded soul close coupled with the sense Of sin payes home its proper recompence But hark you Sir if hast can grant the time See you the danger yet what 't is to climbe In Kings Prerogatives things beyond just When Law seemes brib'd to doom them must be truss'd But O I smell your Plot strong through your Hose 'T was but to cheat the Hang-man of your Cloaths Else your more active hands had fairly stay'd The leasure of a Psalm Judas has pray'd But later crimes cannot admit the pause They run upon effects more than the cause Yet let me ask one question why alone One Member of a Corporation 'T is clear amongst Divines Bodies and Souls As joyntly active so their judgement rowles Concordant in the Sentence why not so In earthly Suffrings States attended go But I perceive the Knack Old women say And bee 't approv'd each Dogge should have his day Hence sweep the Almanack Lilly make room And blanks enough for the new Saints to come All in Red letters as their faults have bin Scarlet so limbe their Anniverse of sin And to their Childrens credits and their Wives Be it still said they leap fair for their lives The States New Coyne 1. SAw you the States mony new come from the Mint Some People do say it is wonderous fine And that you may read a great mystery in 't Of mighty King Nol the Lord of the Coyn. 2. They have quite omitted his Politick head His worshipfull face and his excellent Nose But the better to tempt the sisters to bed They have fixed upon it the print of his Hose 3. For if they had set up his Picture there They needs must ha' crown'd him in Charles his stead But 't was cunningly done that they did forbear And rather would set up his Ar than his head 4 'T is monstrous strange and yet it is true In this Reformation we should ha' such luck That Crosses were alwaies disdained by you Who before pull'd them down should now set them up 5. On this side they have circumscrib'd God with us And in this stamp and Coyn they confide Common-wealth on the other by which we may guess That God and the States were not both of a side 6. On this side they have Crosse and Harp And only a Crosse on the other set forth By which we may learn it falls to our part Two Crosses to have for one fit of Mirth 7. A Country-man hearing this straight way did think That he would procure such a piece of his own And knowing it like his Wifes Butter-print
Beggars use To maim themselves thereby to abuse The simple mans compassion Have I so often past between Windsor and VVestminster unseen And did my self divide To keep his Excellence in awe And give the Parliament the Law For they knew none beside Did I for these take pains to teach Our zealous Ignorants to preach And did their Lungs inspire Read them their Text shew'd them their Parts And taught them all their little Arts To fling abroad the Fire Sometimes to begg sometimes to threaten And say the Cavaliers are beaten And stroke the Peoples ears Then streight when Victory grows cheap And will no more advance the heap To raise the price of Fears And now the Book and now the Bells And now the Act the Preachers tells To edifie the People All our Divinity is News And we have made of equal use The Pulpit and the Steeple And shall we kindle all this Flame Onely to put it out again And must we now give o're And only end where we begun In vain this Mischief we have done If we can do no more If men in Peace can have their right Where 's the Necessity to fight That breaks both Law the Oath They 'le say they fight not for the Cause Nor to defend the King and Laws But as against them both Either the Cause at first was ill Or being good it was so still And thence they will infer That either now or at the first They were deceiv'd or which is worse That we our selves may erre But Plague and Famine will come in For they and we are near of kin And cannot go asunder But while the wicked starve indeed The Saints have ready at their need Gods Providence and Plunder Princes we are if we prevail And Gallant Villains if we fail When to our fame 't is told It will not be our last of prayse Sin' a New State we could not raise To have destroy'd the old Then let us stay and fight and vote Till London is not worth a Groat Oh 't is a patient Beast When we have gall'd and tyr'd the Mule And can no longer have the rule We 'le have the Spoyle at least A Song To the Tune of The Queens old Souldier TO make Charles a great King and give him no Power To Honour him much and not obey him an Hower To provide for his Safety and take away his Tower And to prove all is sweet be it never so sower The new Order of the Land the Lands new Order To secure men their Lives Liberties and Estates By arbitrary Power as it pleaseth the Fates To take away Taxes by imposing great Rates And to make us a Playster by breaking our Pates The new Order of the Land the Lands new Order To sit and consult for ever and a day To counterfeit Treason by a Parliamentary way To quiet the Land by a tumultuous sway New Plots to devise then them to betray The new Order c. To leave all Votes free by using of Force That one make Petitions for Countieâ— by course To make Pym as great as his Mothers great Horse Which William left Agnus though his meaning was worse The new Order c. To encourage good Souldiers by cashiering the Band To hearten brave Spirits by expelling the Land To quit Digby and Deering whom they can't understand To frame not new Laws but new Words if well scan'd The new Order c. To put by brave Doctors because th' are not taught To set for Preachers men very well wrought Who all the day fish but nothing ere caught This Bretheren were good if not very naught The new Order c. To send them their Zealots to Heaven in a string Who else to Confusion Religion will bring Who say the Lords Prayer is a Popish thing Who pray for themselves but leave out their King The new Order of the Land and the Lands new Order A Song To the Tune of Cuckolds all a-row KNow this my Brethren Heaven is clear And all the clowds are gone The righteous men shall flourish now Good dayes are comming on Come then my Brethren and be glad And eke rejoyce with me Lawn sleeves and Rocâ—ets shall go down And hey then up go we Wee 'l break the Windows which the Whore Of Babylon hath painted And when the Popish Saints are down Then Burges shall be Sainted There 's neither Crosse nor Crucifix shall stand for men to see Romes trash and trumpery shall go down And hey then up go we What ere the Popish hands have built Our Hammers shall undoe Wee 'l break their Pipes and burn their Copes And pull down Churches too Wee 'l exercise within the Groves And teach beneath a Tree Wee 'l make a Pulpit of a Cask And hey then up go we Wee 'l down with all the Versities Where Learning is profest Because they practice and maintain The language of the Beast Wee 'l drive the Doctors out of doors And parts what ere they be Wee 'l cry all Arts and Learning down And hey then up go we Wee 'l down with Deans and Prebends too And I rejoyce to tell ye How that we will eat Pigs our fill And Capon by the belly Wee 'l burn the Fathers Learned Books And make the School-men flee Wee 'l down with all that smells of wit And hey then up go we If once the Antichristian crew Be crush'd and overthrown Wee 'l teach the Nobles how to stoop And keep the Gentry down Good manners have an ill report And turns to pride we see Wee 'l therefore cry good manners down And hey then up go we The name of Lords shall be abhorr'd for every man 's a Brother No reason why in Church and State One man should rule another But when the Change of Government Shall set our fingers free Wee 'l make the wanton Sisters stoop And hey then up go we What though the King and Parliament Do not accord together We have more cause to be content This is our Sun-shine weather For if that reason should take place And they should once agree Who would be in a Round-heads case And hey then up go we What should we do then in this case Let 's put it to a venture If that we hold out seven years space Wee 'l sue out our indenture A time may come to make us rue And time may set us free Except the Gallows claim his due And hey then up go we The Humble Petition of the House of Commons IF Charles thou wilt but be so kind To give us leave to take our mind Of all thy store When we thy Loyal Subjects find Th' ast nothing left to give behind Wee 'l ask no more First for Religion it is meet We make it go upon new feet 'T was lame before One from Geneva would be sweet Let Warwick fetch 't home with his Fleet Wee 'll ask no more Let us a Consultation call Of Honest men but Round-heads all God knows wherefore Allow them but a place
his zeal abounded Close underneath a shady willow Her Bible serv'd her for her pillow And there they got a Roundhead A Curtain Lecture The Tune Cannot keep her Lips together WILL you please to hear a Song Though it want both rime and reason It was pend to do no wrong But for description at this season Of he or she what ere they be That wish Church-orders quite confounded Yet makes a shew where e're they go Of Fervent zeal I mean a Roundhead First hee 'l have a smoothing tongue Next hee 'l learn for to dissemble And when he hears of willfull wrong He 'll sigh and look as he would tremble The next of all then let him fall To praise mens hearts in secret bravery A speaking still against all ill That is the Cloak to hide their Knavery Let Charity be used much In words at length and not in action It is the Common use of such Not to do but give direction They 'l be loath to swear an Oath By yea and nay you may believe them But for their gains they will take paines To cheat and ly and never grieve them The Common-Prayer they like it not For they are wise and can make better And such a Teacher they have got Confutes it all in word and letter For he can rayle mens hearts to quaile With deep damnation for their sinnning But to amend they ne're intend And to transgress they 're now beginning But here is a very worthy man That undertakes more than he is able That in a Tub sometimes will stand In Hey-barn Sheep-house or a Stable That all the Rout that comes about To hear his Doctrines Saints he calls them They vow and swear they nere did hear Such worthy things as he hath told them They will not hear of Wedding Rings For to be used in their Mariage But say they are Superstitious things And doth Religion much dispâ—rage They are but vain and things prophane Wherefore now no Wit be-speaks them So to be ty'd unto the Bride But do it as the Spirit moves them No Pater-Noster nor no Creed In their Petitions never mention And hold there 's nothing good indeed But what is done by their pretention Prayers that are old in vain they hold And can with God no favour merit Therefore they will nothing say But as they are moved by the Spirit The wisest Schools they count but Fools Which do no more than they have taught them For Brownists they can preach and pray With Wits their Fathers never bought them Then I perceive that wit they have They gather it by Inspiration No Books they need to learn to read If all be true of their relation Only the Horn-book I would have Them practice at their beginning That you the better may perceive The Fruits that comes by fleshly sinning Neverthelesse I would express All other Books that now are used Least that the Ghost that leaâ—s you most By too mâ—ch Art to be abufed Their Hair close to their Heads they crop And yet not only for the fashion But that the Eare it should not stop From hearing of some rare Relation Therefore his Eares he will prepare To hearken to an Holy Brother That in regard he may be heard From one side of the Barne to th' other They count their Fathers were but Fools Which formerly became such Debters To spend their Means upon the Schools To teach their Sons a few fond Letters The Christ Crosse-row's enough to know For 't is the Horn that must exalt 'em Their Gen'ral Vows his Antler'd Brows Shall gore the Proudest dare assault 'em At the last when they must part Male and Female go together Joynd in hand and joyn'd in heart And joyn'd a little for their pleasure First for a Kisse they will agree And what comes next you may conjecture So that the Wicked do not see And so break up the Roundheads Lecture A Mad World My Masters WE have a King and yet no King For he hath lost his Power For ' gainst his Will his Subjects are Imprison'd in the Tower We had some Laws but now no Laws By which he held his Crown And we had Estates and Liberties But now they they 're voted down We had Religion but of late That 's beaten down with Clubs Whilst that Prophanesse Authoriz'd Is belched forth in Tubs We were free Subjects born but now We are by force made Slaves By some whom we did count our Friends But in the end prov'd Knaves And now to such a grievous height Are our Misfortunes grown That our Estates are took away By tricks before ne're known For there are Agents sent abroad Most humbly for to crave Our Almes but if they are deny'd And of us nothing have Then by a Vote ex tempore We are to Prison sent Mark'd with the Name of Enemy Of King and Parliament And during our Imprisonment Their lawless Bulls do thunder A Licence to their Souldiers Our Houses for to plunder And if their Hounds do chance to smell A man whose Fortunes are Of some Account whose Purse is full Which now is somewhat rare A Monster now Delinquent term'd He is declar'd to be And that his Lands as well as Goods Sequestred ought to be And as if our Prisons were too good He is to Yarmouth sent By vertue of a Warrant from The King and Parliament Thus is our Royal Soveraigns name And eke his Power infus'd And by the vertue of the same He and all His abus'd For by this Means his Castles now Are in the power of those Who treacherously with Might and Maine Do strive him to depose Arise therefore brave British men Fight for your King and State Against those Trayterous men that strive This Realm to Ruinate 'T is Pym 't is Pym and his Colleagues That did our woe engender Nought but their Lives can end our Woes And us in safety render The Riddle S-Hall's have a Game at Put to pass away the time X-pect no foul-play though I do play the Knave I have a King at hand yea that I have C Cards be ye true then the Game is mine R-ejoyce my Heart to see thee then repine A that 's lost that 's Cuckolds luck T-rey comes like Quater to pull down the Buck. An Answer to a Love-Elegy written from I. P. one of the Five Members to his Delightfull Friend in Latin WHat Latin Sir why there is no man That e're thought you an English-Roman Your Father Horse could teach you none Nor was it e're your Mother tongue Your Education too assures Me that your Poem is not yours Besides I thought you did detest The Language of the Latin Beast But now your Impudence I see Did hereby shew its Modesty Each syllable would blush you thought If it had bin plain English taught And that your foul debauched stuff Might do its Errand fast enough Forsooth your Wisedom thought it meet That Words might run to give 'em feet Pardon me Sir I 'me none of those That love
Heaven he was so blest That he soon honour Got and all the rest Bringing all such to punishment endignant As were of my Contrived part Malignant O Tyburn Tyburn O thou sad Tryangle A vyler weight on thee nee'r yet did dangle See here I am at last with Hemp to mew To give thee what was long before thy due How could I bless thee could'st thee take away My Life and Infamy both in one day But this in Ballads will survive I know Sung to that preaching tune Fortune my Foe Then mark good Christian people and take heed Use not Religion for an upper weed Serve God sincerely touch not his Anointed And then your Necks shall never be disjoynted God bless the King the Queen and all the Children And pardon me all that I ' gainst them have ill done May one of that brave Race still rule this Nation And now I pray you sing the Lamentation The Passage of a Coach travelling to Dover THe Foundation of the Coach a Guilty Conscience The Axeltree Ambition and Cruelty The Wheels Fears and Jealousies The Reins too much liberty and licentiousness The six Horses five Members and K The Postillion Captain Venne The Coach-man Isaac Pennington Lord Maior In the two ends of the Coach sate Essex and B In the Boots sate Say and Seal and the silent Speaker On the hinder part of the Coach was written this Anagram Robert Devereux General Never duller Oxe greater Rebel After the Coach follows Straffords Ghost crying Drive on drive on Revenge revenge As this Coach was going through the City it was staid by a Court of Guard who cry'd Where 's our Mony where 's our Plate the Speaker said Ye have the Publick Faith for 't Whereupon they passed towards Gravesend where they stayed at the Sign of the Hope where was the Earl of Warwick with a Ship called the Carry-Knave The Five Members Thanks to the Parliament NOw tend your ear a while To a tale that I shall tell Of a lusty lively Parliament That goes on passing well Which makes our Gratious King a King Of so much worth and glory His like is not to be seen or found In any Humane Story Win him who knows how many Crowns With losse of two or three Within so short a time as this As Wonder is to see The Country eas'd the City pleas'd O what a World is this When upright men did stand at Helme How can we fail or miss And yet beyond all this the King Doth in abundance swim Gramercy K and Stroud say I Haslerigge H Hampden Pym. And when as our Church Government Was fallen into Disorders As that upon Grosse Popery It seemed somewhat to border So sweet a Course is taken now As no man need to fear For Bishops learn'd and Learned men Have nothing to do here But every one shall teach and preach As best beseems his Sense And so we 'll banish Popery And send it packing hence Now for that happy Church and State Drest up so fine and trym Gramercy K and Stroud say I Haslerigg H Hampden Pym. For Arbitrary Government Star-Chamber High Commission They will themselves do all that Work By their good Kings permission If any else presume to do 't They weigh it not a straw They 'll club such sawcy Fellows down As Beasts debarr'd of Law And let no Wights henceforth presume To hold it Rime or Reason That Judges shall determine what Is Felony or Treason But what the Worthies say is so Is Treason to award Albeit in Councel only spoke And at the Councel-board I 'le shew you yet another thing Which you 'll rejoyce to see The Prince and People know that these Men cannot Traytors be Then let our King our Church and State Acknowledge as is due The Benefits they do receive From this right Divine crue And for this Sea of Liberty Wherein we yet do swim Gramercy K and Stroud say I Haslerigg H Hampden Pym. Upon the Parliament Fart DOwn came Grave Antient Sir John Crooke And read his Messuage in a Book Very well quoth Will. Norris it is so But Mr. Pym's Tayle cry'd No. Fye quoth Alderman Atkins I like not this passage To have a Fart inter voluntary in the midst of a Message Then upstarts one fuller of Devotion Than Eloquence and said a very ill Motion Not so neither quoth Sir Henry Jenking The Motion was good but for the stinking Quoth Sir Henry Poole 't was an audacious trick To fart in the face of the Body Politick Sir Jerome in Folio swore by the Mass This Fart was enough to have blown a Glass Quoth then Sir Jerome the Lesser such an Abuse Was never offer'd in Poland nor Pruce Quoth Sir Richard Houghton a Justice i' th Quorum Would tak 't in snuff to have a Fart let before him If it would bear an Action quoth Sir Thomas Holecraft I would make of this Fart a Bolt or a Shaft Then qd Sir John Moor to his great Commendation I will speak to this House in my wonted fashion Now surely sayes he For as much as How be it This Fart to the Serjeant we must commit No quoth the Serjeant low bending his Knees Farts oft will break Prisons but never pay Fees Besides this Motion with small reason stands To charge me with that I can't keep in my hands Quoth Sir Walter Cope 't was so readily let I would it were sweet enough for my Cabinet Why then Sir Walter quoth Sir William Fleetwood Speak no more of it but bury it with Sweetwood Grave Senate quoth Duncombe upon my salvation This Fart stands in need of some great Reformation Quoth Mr. Cartwright upon my Conscience It would be reformed with a little Frankencense Quoth Sir Roger Aston it would much mend the matter If this Fart were shaven and washt in Rosewater Per verbum Principis how dare I tell it A Fart by hear-say and not see it nor smell it I am glad qd Sam Lewknor we have found a thing That no Tale-bearer can carry it the King Such a Fart as this was never seen Quoth the learned Council of the Queen Yes quoth Sir Hugh Breston the like hath been Let in a dance before the Queen Then said Mr. Peak I have a President in store His Father Farted last Sessions before A Bill must be drawn then quoth Sir John Bennet Or a selected Committee quickly to pen it Why quoth Dr. Crompton no man can draw This Fart within Compass of the Civil-Law Quoth Mr. Jones by the Law't may be done Being a Fart intayld from Father to Sonne In truth quoth Mr. Brooke this Speech was no lye This Fart was one of your Post-Nati Quoth Sir William Paddy a dare-assuram Though t were contra modestum 't is not prater naturam Besides by the Aphorismes of my art Had he not been deliver'd h 'ad been sick of a Fart Then quoth the Recorder the mouth of the City To have smother'd that Fart had been great pity It is much certain quoth Sir Humphrey
the Straw-hat to the Beaver From the Land-lord to the Dray-man Whether the Clergy or the Layman Hath lâ—st a War-Horse-Armes or Dragoones That were the Treasure of Buffoones Jewells Money Pearle or Plate Cups for Service or for State Come to the Cryer and you then Shall find them he knows where but God knows when The Cavaliers Prayer GOd blesse the King and Queen the Prince also And all his Loyal Subjects both high and low For Roundheads can pray for themselves we know Which no body can deny The Devil take Pym and all his Peers God blesse Prince Rupert and his Cavaliers For if they come hither Pym will stink with fears Which no body can deny God blesse Rupert and Maurice withall That gave the Roundheads a great downfall And knockt their Noddles ' gainst Worcester wall Which no body can deny Lawn sleeves and Surplices must go down For why King Pym doth sway the Crown But all are Bishops that wears a Black Gown Which no body can deny Let the Canons roar and the Bullets flye King Pym doth swear he 'll not come nigh He sayes it s a pittyfull thing to dye Which no body can deny The Horners they are brave Blades I do not know but it is said The stout Earl of Essex is free of that trade Which no body can deny The Baker over Burton cannot domineer For it is most firmly reported here He 's as free of the Pillory as ever they were Which no body can deny There is Isaack Pennington both wise and old I do not know but 't is for truth told That he is turned poor Sexton of Pauls Which no body can deny There is a Lord W both wise and round He will meet Prince Rupert upon any ground And if that his hands behind him be bound Which few people will deny To whom it concerns COme come ye Cock-brain'd Crew that can suppose No truth but that which travells through the Nose That looks on Gods Anointed with those Eyes You view your Prentices ye that can prize A Stable with a Church that can Impeach A Grave Devine and hear an Hostler preach Are ye all mad has your Fanatick zeal Stifl'd your stock of Sences at a Meal Have ye none left to look upon these Times With Grief which you and the unpunisht Crimes Have brought upon this miserable Land Are ye all Bruits not apt to understand The neighbouring stroke of Ruine till 't be past And you become the Sacrifice at last What would you have can Reformation border On Sacriledge or Truth upon Disorder Can Rifleing and Religion dwell together Can the way hence be said the next way thither Go ply your Trades Mechanicks and begin To deal uprightly and Reform within Correct your prick-ear'd Servants and perswade Your long lov'd Arm-fulls if you can thus trade In Pigges and Poultry let them cease to smooth Your Rumpled Follies and forbear to sooth Your pious Treasons thus to kick and fling Against the Lords Anointed and your King By the Author That neither loves for Fashion nor for Fear As far from Roundhead as from Cavalier To the City DRaw near you factious Citizens prepare To hear from me what hideous Fools you are What lumps of sordid Earth in which we find Not any least Resemblance of a Mind Unlesse to Baseness and Rebellion bent Against the King to ayde the Paliament That Parliament whose Insolence will undoe Your Cities Wealth your Lives and Safety too Are you so stupid dull you cannot see How your best Vertues now are Treachery Apparent Treason Murder and the like How with unhallowed hands your strive to strike Him whom you should your Loyalty afford Great Charles the blest Anointed of the Lord How you do daily contribute and pay Mony your Truths and Honours to betray Bigg with Phanatique thoughts and wilde desire 'T is you that blew up the increasing Fire Of foul Rebellion you that only bring Armies into the Field against your King For were 't not for supportment from your Baggs That Great and Highest Court that only braggs Of your vain folly long ere this had bin Punish'd for their bold Sacrilegious sin Of Actual Treason there had never come Upon this Kingdom such a Martyrdom Armes hang'd up as uselesse and the State Retain'd his freedom had you kept your Plate No Keinton-Battails had with Mothers curse Made Childless there the Treason of your Purse The Publick Purse o' th City which must be Esteem'd the Cause of Publick Misery No Drums had frighted silken Peace from out The Neighbouring Countries nor need you about Your City with your guilded Musquets goe Trayning not for good Service but for Shew That the whole Town may see your Feathers spread Over your Hatts as th' Hornes doe o're your Head The Humble Parliament had never dar'd To have prescrib'd Laws to their King but spar'd Their Zeal in bringing Innovations and Distractions o're the beautious face o th Land They would not then have so Supreamly brought Their Votes to bring the Kingdomes Peace to nought Nor with so sleight a value lookt on Him King Charles and only doted on King Pym Nor for Authentick doctrine have allow'd As Law the Precepts of Ingenuous Stroud Hampden nor Martyn had not then lookt bigge Upon their King nor Arthur Haslerigge Nor yet K on whom we now confer The style of Trayterous Earle of M Secur'd by you the Patrons of the Cause Condemn'd his Loyalty and the Kingdoms Laws Nor mis-led Essex had not you been nere had acted on this Kingdoms Theater So many Tragedieâ— nor Warwick sought T' ingrosse the Naval Honours no nor thought On any Action so unjust unmeet As keeping from his Majesty his Fleet T is you have done all this y 'ave been the Head The very Spring from whence this River spread The streams of foul Rebellion which we know At last will drown'd you with its over-flow You the Arch-Traytors are you those that slew The Kingdoms happinesse and th' Allegiance due Unto his Sacred Majesty you you that have Betray'd this Nations Honour to the Grave of lasting Obloquy you that have destroy'd The smiling wealth of th' City and made void The good Opinion which the King before Had of your Loyalties and th' Faith you bore To th' Royal Stem which still has to your great Advantage made this City their Chief Seat Fond and seditious Fools d' ye think yee Are wiser than Times numerous Progeny That have Ador'd your City when did They Your harmlesse Ancestors strive to give away Their Wealth and Duty from their Sovereigne Lord To make themselves Traytors upon Record When did they their Plate and Coine bring in To be the Cause of their own Ruyning They never us'd to fright their King nor draw Tumults together to affront the Law No nor good Houses their Corslets slept and all The Armes they us'd hung up in each mans Hall They did not then enamel'd Musquets carry To Train in Moor-fields and in Finsbury But did in Comely
ELEGIE On the Death of Sir Bâ—vile Grenvile TO build upon the merit of thy Death And raise thy Fame from thy expiring Breath Were to sâ—eal Glories from thy Life and tell The World that Grenvil only did dye well But all thy Dayes were fair the same Sun rose The Lustre of thy Dawning and thy Close Thus to her Urn th' Arabian wonder flyes She lives in Perfumes and in Perfumes dyes E're stormes and tumults Names undreaded here Could in their Bloome and Inâ—ancy appeare He in the stock and treasure of his mind Had heaps of Courage and just heat combin'd Where like the thrifty Ant he kept in store Enough for Spring but for a Winter more In Peace he did direct his thoughts on Warrs And learn't in silence how to combat Jarres And though the Times look't smooth and would allow No track of Frown or Wrincle in their Brow Yet his quick sight perceiv'd the Age would low'r And while the Day was faire fore-saw the Show'r At this the prudent Augur did provide Where to endure the storme not where to hide And sought to shun the Danger now drawn nigh Not by Concealment but by Victory As valiant Seamen if the Vessel knock Rather sayle o're it than avoid the Rock And thus Resolv'd he saw on either hand The Causes and their bold Abettors stand The Kingdoms Law is the pretence of each Which these by Law preserve these by its breach The Subjects Liberty each side maintains These say it consists in freedom these in Chaines These love the decent Church but these not pass To dresse our Matron by the Geneva Glass These still enshrine their God but these adore Him most at some Araâ—nah's Threshing-floor Each part defends their King a several way By true Subjection these by Treasons they But our Spectatour soon unmask't the sin And saw all Serpent through that specious skin And midst their best Pretext did still despair In any dresse to see their Moor look fair And though the Number weigh'd i th' popular scale As light things float still with the tyde and gale He with the solid mixt and did conclude Justice makes Parties great not Multitude And with this constant Principle possest He did alone expose his single Breast Against an Armies force and bleeding lay The great Restorer o' th' Declining Day Thus slain thy Valiant Ancestor did lye When his one Bark a Navy durst defie When now encompass'd rounds he Victor stood And bath'd his Pinnace in his conquering Blood Till all his Purple current dry'd and spent He fell and left the Waves his Monument Where shall next famous Grenvills Ashes stand Thy Grandsire fills the Seas and Thou the Land To my Lord Bishop of S. on New-years day THough with the course and motion of the year Not only Starres and Sun Move where they first begun But Things and Actions do Keep the same Circle too Return'd to the same point in the same Sphear Griefs and their Causes still are where they stood 'T is the same Cloud and Night Shuts up our Joyes and Light Warres as remote from Peace And Bondage from Release As when the Sun his last years Circuite rode Though Sword and Slaughter are not Parted hence But we like years and times Meet in unequal chimes Now a Cloud and then a Sun Vndoe and are undone Let loose and stopt by th' Orbes intelligence Though Combates have so thick and frequent stood That we at length may raise A Calendar of dayes And style them foul or fair By their success not Aire And sign our Festivals by Rebels blood Though the sad years are cloath'd in such a dress That times to times give place And seasons shift their grace Not by our Cold or Heat But Conquest or Defeat And Losse makes Winter Summer happiness Nay though a greater Ruine yet await Such as the Active curse Sent to make worst times worse Deaths keen and secret dart The shame of Hearbs and Art Which proves at once our Wonder and our Fate Though these conspire to fully our request And labour to destroy And kill your New-years joy Yet still your wonted Art Will keep our wish in heart Proportion'd not toth ' times but to your breast Thus in the Storm you Calme and Silence find Nor Sword nor Sickness can approach your mind A SATYR Occasioned by the Author's Survey of a Scandalous Pamphlet intituled The Kings Cabinet opened WHen Lawes and Princes are despis'd and cheap When High patcht Mischiefs all are in the heap Returns must still be had Guilt must strive more Though not to ' Enoble yet to Enlarge her store Poor cheap Design the Rebell now must flie To Packet Warre to Paper-Treacherie The Basiliskes are turn'd to Closet-Spies And to their Poys'nous adde Enquiring eyes As Snakes and Serpents should they cast their sting Still the same Hate though not same Poyson fling And their Vain teeth to the same point addresse With the like Rancor though unlike Successe So those that into undiscerning veines Have thrown their Venom-deep and their dark stains By frail Advantages still find it good To keep th' Infection high i th' Peoples Blood For Active Treason must be doing still Lest she unlearn her Art of doing ill Who now have waded through all Publick aw Will break through Secrets and prophane their Law Know you that would their Act and Statute see Nature kept Court and made it her Decree When Angells talke all their Conceipts are brought From Minde to Minde and they discourse by Thought A Close Idea moves and Silence flies To post the Message and dispatch Replies And though Ten Legions in the Round are bent They only hear to whom the Talk was meant Now though in Men a different Law controules And Soules are not Embassadours to Soules Nature gave Reason power to find a way Which none but these could venture to betray Two close safe Pathes she did bequeath to men In Presence Whisper and at Distance Penne. Publick Decrees and Thoughts were else the same Nor went it to Converse but to Proclaim Conceipts were else but Records but by this care Our Thoughts no Commons but Inclosures are What bold Intruders then are who assail To cut their Prince's Hedge and break his Pale That so Vmanly gaze and dare be seen Ev'n then when He converses with his Queen Yet as who breaks the tall Bank's rising Side And all the Shore doth levy with the Tyde Doth not confine the Waves to any Bound But the whole Streame may gain upon the Ground So these streight Prospect scorn and Private View The Crime is small that doth engage a Few These print their Shame they must compleat their Sinne Not take some Waves and shut the Sluce agen But to the Raging of their Sea they do Let in the Madnesse of the People too But ' cause their Crime must wear a Mask and Vail And fain the Serpent would conceal his Tail No sooner comes the Libell to our view But see a stay'd demure grave
stuff The Devil is tyr'd and Hell hath laugh'd enough The world descryes the Cheat 't is quickly known They no Faith hate who have Resolv'd on None These may not fight that is the King you 'd have Tamely forsake his Crown and be your Slave His Easier Subjects long agoe you gat All who approv'd your Baite and swallow'd that Indeed Discerning souls the snare forsook And through the Wave did still descry the Hook But yet so close designs were cast about Your Race was half runne e're the King set out Yet you complain and guilty fears do gnaw Lest you should scanted be for Space and Law Conscious though you your cause did forward meet Its Guilt and Sin hangs Plummets at its feet Are not the Jews Walloones the Turks and all meet Whom from as Diff'rent Gods as Lands you call An Army strong to keep the cause in heart But that the King must with His Subjects part Can no Accession so much safety send But you will Dread Him still before you end Sometimes at Ebbes his God doth let Him stand That so the Rescue may declare His hand But what you hope may make the King's side pause Is what he writes about the Penall Laws Poor shallow souls I deem it one from hence To forfeit Loyalty and forfeit Sence Shall such as wast their Blood be quite debarr'd And kept without the Pale from all Reward Shall fame report shall after Ages tell So just a King regards not who do dwell But you pretend this was a State-Decree Nor without Pow'r which made may cancel'd be The King nev'r sayes it shall but cannot doubt That when his God hath brought his work about And shifted Jarres and Tumults into Ease And set him ' midst his Counsell in High peace Their joynt united suffrage will think fit To give this Act or something Great as it But see His Pardon then to Ireland came Wild Rebells offers he not you the same He holds still out the same fresh chearfull Ray You shut your Windows and exclude the Day Embrace the shine or else expect the stroak The Flint the Sun ne're melts at last is broke But now the Flood-gates opâ— and a free â—luce â—ets in all sencelesse Doctrines and wild use And by Comparing what 's said long agoe Finds Disproportion in the King's Acts now His past Resolves it up to Present brings His Vowes to Vowes and Things to combate Things A Different face throughout and a fresh Scene Succeed and all his Acts seem shifted clean Weak men who are depriv'd by Guilt or chance Of all the lights of Common Circumstance That have unlearn't that Actions shift their Face And daâ—e their worth from Persons Time and Place And sundry such from whose Neglâ—cts appear Acts as Sinnes there which are Try'd Virtues here For instance then oâ—t as the King reflects His Oath 's enjoyn His People he protects Which Oathes extent and Circuit we may view Spread ore th' Five Execrable Members too Yet far as 't them concerns that Chain is broke That Oath left Him because they leâ—t His Yoake Now of this Pitch and Size do still appear All Aiery Scruples which are started there The King Declared He thought you meant no ill Say would you have the King Declare so still Allow but Different Circumstance and we Find all your Scandalls will his Glories be Now as the worst things have some things of stead And some Tâ—ades treasure Jewells in their Head So doth this Libels womb Girt and contain What though it compasse Round it cannâ—t stain Lines of so cleare yet â—o Majestick straine A most Transparent yet a close-wove Veine Which when we reach its Sense we may descry We see more by its Light then our own Eye So Phoebus when the Cloud and Night is done Lends us his Light to know he is the Sunne Yet this expressive clearnesse is but barke An Out-side Sunne which guards us from the dark Here the Bright Language shuts in Brighter sense Rich Diamonds sleep within a Crystall Fence Gemmes of that rate to Tully they 'd appear Fit purchase for his Critick Senates Ear And their whole Shine in a full Lustre tends To God His Conscience Consort and his Friends THE CLOSE No winding Characters no secret Maze Could so perplex but they have found their wayes They thred the Labyrinth and what to do Whe'r tends the Guide what purchase in this Clew Rash Alexander forc't King Gordius Knot And so in hand found he a Rope had got A New Diurnal of Passages more Exactly drawn up then heretofore Printed and Published 't is order'd to be By Henry Elsing the Clerk of the P. 1 June 1643. Since many Diurnals for which we are griev'd Are come from both Houses and are not believ'd The better to help them for running and flying We have put them in Verse to Authorize their lying For it has been debated and found to be true That lying's a Parliament Priviledge too And that they may the sooner our Conquests rehearse We are minded to put them in Galloping Verse But so many Maim'd Souldiers from Reading there came That in spight of the Surgeons make our Verses go lame We have ever us'd Fictions and now it is known Our Poverty has made us Poetical grown Munday On Munday both Houses fell into debate And were likely to fall by the ears as they sate Yet would they not have the businesse decided That they as the Kingdom is might be divided They had an intention to Prayers to go But Ex tempore Prayers are now Common too To Voting they fall and the key of the work Was the raising of Money for the State and the Kirk 'T is only Free-loan yet this Order they make That what Men would not lend they should Plunder and take Upon this the word Plunder came into their minds And all of them did labour a new one to find They call'd it distraining yet thought it no shame To persist in the Act which they blusht for to name They Voted all Persons from Oxford that came Should be apprehended and after the same With an Humble Petition the King they request He 'd be pleas'd to return and be serv'd like the rest A Message from Oxford conducing to Peace Came next to their hands that Armes might cease They Voted and Voted and still they did vary Till at last the whole sence of the House was contrary To reason they knew by their Armes they might gain What neither true reason nor Law can maintain Cessation was Voted a dangerous Plot Because the King would have it both Houses would not But when they resolv'd it abroad must be blowne To baffle the World that the King would have none And carefully muzled the mouth of the Press Least the truth should peep through their jugling dress For they knew a Cessation would work them more harmes Than Essex could do the Cavaliers with his Arms. While they keep the Ships and the Forts in their hand They may be Traytors
by Sea as well as by Land The Forts will preserve them as long as they stay And the Ships carry them and their Plunder away They have therefore good reason to account War the better For the Law will prove to them but a killing Letter Tuesday A Post from his Excellence came blowing his Horn For Money to advance and this spun out the Morn And strait to the City some went for relief The rest made an Ordinance to carry Powder-Beef Thus up go the Roundheads and Essex advances But only to lead his Souldiers new dances To Reading he goes for at Oxford they say His Wife has made him Bull-works to keep him away Prince Rupert for fear that the Name be confounded Will saw off his Horns and make him a Round-head The news was returned with General fame That Reading was taken ere ever he came Then away Rode our Captains and Souldiers did run To shew themselves valiant when the Battail was done Preparing to plunder but as soon as they came They quickly perceived it was but a flam An Ordinance of Parliament Essex brought down But that would not serve him to batter the Town More Mony was rais'd more Men and Ammunition Carts loaded with Turnips and other Provision His Excellence had Chines and Rams-heads for a Present And his Councel of Warre had Woodcock and Pheasant But Ven had 5000. Calves-heads all in Carts To nourish his Men and to chear up their Hearts This made them so valiant that that very day They had taken the Town but for running away 'T was ordered this day that thanksgiving be made To the Roundheads in Sermons for their Beef and their Bread Wednesday Two Members this day at a Conference sate And one gives the other a knock on the Pate This set them a voting and the Upper House swore 'T was a breach of Priviledge he gave him no more The lower the breaking their Members head voted A breach of their Priviledge for it is to be noted That Reason and Priviledge in it did grow 'T was a breach of his Crown and Dignity too Then came in the Women with a long long Petition To settle Militia and damn the Commission For if fighting continue they say they did â—ear That Men would be scarce and Husbands be dear So plainly the Speaker the Businesse unties That presently all the Members did rise They had hardly the leisure all things to lay ope But some felt in their Bellies if they had not a Pope Some strictly stood to them and others did fear Each carried about them a fierce Cavalier This Businesse was handled by the close Committee That privately met at a Place in the City So closely to voting the Members did fall That the humble Sisters were overthrown all But they and their Helpers came short at the last Till at length the whole Work on Prince Griffith was cast And he with his troup did handle the matter He pleased every Woman as soon as he came at her The Businesse had like to have gone on her side Had not Pym perswaded them not to confide For rather than Peace to fill the Common-Wealth He said hee 'd do them every night himself Thursday This Day a great Fart in the House they did hear Which made all the Members make Buttons for fear And One makes nine Speeches while the Businesse was hot And spake through the Nose that he smelt out the Plot. He takes it to task and the Articles drawes As a breach of their own Fundamental-laws Now Letters were read which did fully relate A Victory against Newcastle of late That hundreds were slain and hundreds did run And all this was got ere the Battel begun This they resolv'd to make the best on And next they resolv'd upon the Question That Bonfires and Prayseâ— the Pulpit and Steeple Must all be suborned to couzen the People But the policy was more Mony to get For the Conquest 's dear bought and far enough set Such Victories in Ireland although it be known They strive to make that Land as bad as our Own No sooner the Mony for this was brought hither But a croud of true Letters came flocking together How Hotham and 's Army and others were beaten This made the blew Members to startle and threaten And these by all means must be kept from the City And only referred to the Privy Committee And they presently with an Ex tempore Vote Which they have used so long that they learned by rote They styl'd them Malignant and to Lyes they did turn them Then Corbet in stead of the Hangman must burn them And he after that an Ordinance draws That none should tell truth that disparag'd the Cause Then Pym like a Pegasus trots up and down And takes up an Angel to throw down a Crown He stand like a Creature and makes a long Speech That came from his mouth and part from his breech He moves for more Horse that the Army might be Part Mans flesh and Horse flesh as well as he And heel'l be a Colonel as well as another But durst not ride a Horse ' cause a Horse rid his Mother Friday Sir Hugh Cholmley for being no longer a Traytor Was acâ—us'd of Treason in the highest Nature ' Cause he as they bad him his Souldiers did bring To turn from Rebellion and fight for the King They voted him out but nor they nor their men Could vote him into the House agen Sir Davids Remonstrance next to them was read From the Cities Round-body and Isaac's the Head 'T was approv'd but one Cause produc'd a denyal That all Traytors be brought to a Legal tryal For 't is against Reason to vote or to do Against Traytors when They are no other but so Because about nothing so long they sit still They hold it convenient Diurnalls to fill And therefore they gave their Chronographer charge To stuff it with Orders and Letters at large The King by 's Prerogative nor by the Law Can speak nor print nothing his People to draw Yet Pennyles Pamphletters they do maintain Whose only Religion is Stipendary gain Yet Cum Privilegio against King and the State The Treason that 's taught them like Parrats they prate These Hackneys are licens't what ever they do As if they had Parliament priviledge too Thus then they consult so zealous they are To settle the peace of the Kingdom by War But against Civil-war their hatred is such To prevent it they 'le bring in the Scotch and the Dutch They had rather the Land be destroy'd in a minute Than abide any thing that has Loyalty in it And yet their Rebellion so neatly they trim They fight for the King but they mean for King Pym These all to fight for and maintain are sent The Laws of England but New-England is meant And though such disorders are broke in of late They keep it the Anagram still of a State For still they are plotting such riches to bring To make Charles a rich and
rage shall chance to miss its way Bring stock enough alone to make a Sea Thus trebble treason are secur'd and drown'd By lowder cryes of deeper mouth and â—ound And high attempts swallow a puny pâ—ot Aâ— Cannons overwhelm the smaller â—hor Whiles the deaf senceless World inur'd a while Like the Catadupiâ—t â—t the fall of Nile To the fierce tumbling wonder think it none Thus Custom hallowâ—â—rreligion And stroaks the patient beast till he admit The now-grown-light and necessary Bit. But whither do I ramble Gauled times Cannot endure a smart hand ore their crimes Distracted age What Dialect or fashion Shall I assume to passe the approbation Of thy censorious Synod which now sit High Areopagites to destroy all wit I cannot say I say that I am one Of th' Church of Ely-housâ— or Abington Nor of those precious Spirits that can deal The Pomegranates of grace at every meal No zealous Hemp-dresser yet dipp'd me in The Laver of adoption from my sin Put yet if inspiration or a tale Of a long-wasted six hours length prevail A smooth Certificate from the sister-hood Or to be termed holy before good Religious malice or a faith ' thout works Other than may proclaim us Jews or Turks If these these hint at any thing Then then Whoop my dispairing Hope come back agen For since the inundation of grace All honesty's under water or in chase But 't is the old worlds dotage thereupon We feed on dreams imagination Humours and cross-grain'd passions which now reign In the decaying elements of the brain 'T is hard to coin new fancies when there be So few that lanch out in discovery Nay Arts are so far from being cherished There 's scarce a Colledge but has lost its Head And almost all its Members O sad wound Where never an Artery could be judged sound To what a height is Vice now towred When we Dare not miscall it an Obliquitie So confident and carrying such an awe That it subscribes it self no lesse then Law If this be Reformation then The great Account pursued with so much bloud and sweat In what black lines shall our sad story be Deliver'd over to posterity With what a dash and scar shall we be read How has Dame Nature in us suffered Who of all Centuries the first age are That sunk the world for want of due repair When first we issued out in cryes and tears Those salt presages of our future years Head-long we dropt into a quiet calm Times crown'd with rosie Garlands spice and balm Where first a glorious Church and mother came Embrac'd us in her armes gave us a name By which we live and an indulgent brest Flowing with stream to an eternal rest Thus ravish'd the poor Soul could not guess even Which was more kind to her yet earth or heaven Or rather wrapped in a pious doubt Of heaven whether she were in or out Next the Great Father of our Country brings His blessing too even the Best of Kings Safe and well-grounded Laws to guard our peace And nurse our virtues in their just increase Like a pure Spring from whom all graces come Whose bounâ—y made it double Christendome Such and so sweet were those Halcyon dayes That rose upon us in our Infant rayes Such a composed State we breathed under We only heard of Jove nere felt his thunder Terrors were then as strange as love now grown Wrong and Revenge liv'd quietly at home The sole contention that we understood Was a rare strife and war in doing good Now let 's reflect upon our gratefulness How we have added or O made it less What are th' improvements what our progress where Those handsom acts that say that some men were He that to antient wreaths can bring no more From his own worth dies banq'rupt on the score For Father's Crests are crowned in the Son And glory spreads by propogation Now virtue shield me where shall I begin To what a labyrinth am I now slipp'd in What shall we answer them or what deny What prove or rather whither shall we fly When the poor widdow'd Church shall ask us where Are all her honours and that filial care We owed so sweet a Parent as the Spouse Of Christ which here vouchsafed to own a house Where are her Bâ—anerges and those rare Brave sons of consolation which did bear The Ark before our Israel and dispence The heavenly Manna with such diligence In them the prim'tive Motto's come to passe Aut mortui sunt aut docent literas Bless'd Virgin we can only say we have Thy Prophets Tombes among us and their grave And here and there a man in colours paint That by thy â—uines grew a mighty Saint Next Caesar some accounts are due to thee But those in Bloud already written be So loud and lasting in such monstrous shapes So wide the never to be clos'd wound gapes All ages yet to come with shivering shall Recite the fearfull pres'dent of thy fall Hence we confute thy tenent Solomon Vnder the Sun a new thing hath been done A thing before all pattern all pretence Of rule or copy Such a strange offence Of such original extract that it bears Date only from the Eden of our years Laconian Agis we have read thy fate The violence of the Spartan love and hate How Pagans trembled at the thought of thee And fled the horror of thy tragedie Thyestes cruel feast and how the Sun Shrunk in his golden beams that fight to shun The bosoms of all Kingdoms open lye Plain and emergent to th' inquiring eye But when we glance upon our native home As the black Center to whom all points come We rest amazed and silently admire How far beyond all spleen ours did aspire All that we dare assert is but a cry Of an exchanged peace for Liberty A secret term by inspiration known A mist that brooks no demonstration Unlesse we dive into our purses where We quickly find Our Freedom purely dear But why exclaim you thus may some men say Against the times when equal night and day Keep their just course the seasons still the same As sweet as when from the first hand they came The influence of the Stars benigne and free As at first Peep up in their infancie 'T is not those standing motions that divide The space of years nor the swift hours that glide Those little particles of age that come In thronging Items that make up the Sum That 's here intended But our crying crimes Our Monsters that abominate the times 'T is we that make the Metonimie good By being bad which like a troubled floud Nothing produce but slimy mire and dirt And impudence that makes shame malepert To travel further in these wounds that lye Rankling though seeming closed were to deny Rest to an ore-watch'd world and force fresh tears From stench'd eyes new alarum'd by old fears Which if they thus shall heal and stop they be The first that ere were cur'd by Lethargie This only Axiom from ill
he much retires And shows himself no Scot. A SONG On the Schismatick ROTUNDOS ONce I a curious Eye did fix To observe the tricks Of the Schismaticks of the Times To find out which of them Was the merriest Theme And best would befit my Rimes Arminius I found solid Socinians were not stolid Much Learning for Papists did stickle But ah ah ha ha ha ha Rotundos rot ah ha ha ha ha ha Rotundos rot 'T is you that my spleen doth tickle And first to tell must not be forgot How I once did trot With a great Zealot to a Lecture Where I a Tub did view Hung with apron blew 'T was the Preachers as I conjecture His Use and his Doctrine too Were of no other hue Though he spake in a tone most mickle But ah ha ha ha c. He taught amongst other prety things That the Book of Kings Small benefit brings to the godly Beside he had some grudges At the Book of Judges And talkt of Leviticus odly Wisedome most of all He declares Apocryphal Beat Bell and the Dragon like Michael But ah ah ha ha ha ha c. ' Gainst Humane Learning next he envyes And almost boldly say's 'T is that which destroyes Inspiration Let superstitious sence And wit be banished hence With Popish Predomination Cut Bishops down in hast And Cathedrals as fast As Corn that 's fit for the sickle But ah ah ha ha ha ha Rotundos rot ah ha ha ha ha ha Rotundos rot 'T is you that my spleen doth tickle Cromwell's Panegyrick SShall Presbyterian Bells ring Cromwels praise While we stand still and do no Trophyes raise Unto his lasting name Then may we be Hung like the Bells for our dependencie Well may his Nose that is Dominicall Take pepper in 't to see no Pen at all Stir to applaud his merits who hath lent Such valour to erect a Monument Of lasting praise whose name shall never dye While England has a Church or Monarchy He whom the laurell'd Army home did bring Riding triumphant o're his conquer'd King He is the Generals Cypher now and when Hee 's joyn'd to him he makes that One a Ten. The Kingdoms Saint England no more shall stir To cry St. George but now St Oliver Hee 's the Realm Ensign and who goes to wring His Nose is forc'd to cry God save the King He that can rout an Army with his name And take a City ere he views the same His Souldiers may want bread but n'ere shall fear While hee 's their General the want of Beer No Wonder they wore Bayes his Brewing-fat Helicon-like make Poets Laureat When Brains in those Castalian liquors swim We sing no Heathenish Pean but a Hymne And that by th' Spirit too for who can chuse But sing Hosanna to this King of Jewes Tremble you Scotish Zealots you that han't Freed any Conscience from your Covenant That for those bal'd Appellatives of Cause Religion and the Fundamental Laws Have pull'd the old Episcopacy down And as the Miter so you 'le serve the Crown You that have made the Cap to th' Bonnet vaile And made the Head a Servant to the Taile And you curst spawne of Publicans that sit In every County as a plague to it That with your Yeomen Sequestrating Knaves Have made whole Counties beggerly and Slaves You Synod that have sate so long to know Whether we must believe in God or no You that have torn the Church and sate t' impaire The Ten Commandements the Creed the Prayer And made your honors pull down Heavens glory While you set up that Calfe your Directory We shall no wicked Jews-ear'd Elders want This Army 's built of Churches Militant These are new Tribes of Levi for they be Clergy yet of no Universitie Pull down your Crests for every bird shall gather From your usurping back a stollen feather Your great Lay Levite whose great Margent tires The patient Reader while he blots whole quires Nay reams with Treason and with Nonsence too To justifie what e're you say or do Whose circumcised ears are hardly grown Ripe for another Persecution He must to Scotland for another paire For he will lose these if he tarry here â—urges that Reverend Presbydean of Pauls Must with his Poundage leave his Cure of Souls And into Scotland trot that he may pick Out of that Kirk a nick-nam'd Bishoprick The Protean Hypocrites that will ne're burn Must here or else at Tyburn take a turn And Will. the Conqueror in a Scotish dance Must lead his running Army into France Or he and 's Juncto among those Crews In Holland build a Synagogue of Jewes And spread Rebellion Great Alexander Fears not a Pillory like this Commander And Bedlam John that at his Clerks so raves Using them not like servants but like slaves He that so freely rail'd against his Prince Call'd him dissembling sâ—btile Knave and since Has stil'd the whole Army Bankrupts said that none Of their Estates were equal to his own He that was by a strong Ambition led To set himself upon the Cities head But when he has restor'd his both-side fees Hee 'l be as poor or they as rich as hee 's And that still-gaping Tophet Goldsmiths Hall With all his Furies shall to ruine fall Wee 'l be no more gull'd by that Popish story But shall reach Heav'n without that Purgatory What Honour does he merit what Renown By whom all these Oppression are pull'd down And such a Government is like to be In Church and State as eye did never see Magicians hold hee 'l set up Common-prayer Looking in 's face they find the Rubrick there His Name shall never dye by fire nor floud But in Church-windows stand where Pictures stood And if his Soul lothing that house of clay Shall to another Kingdom march away Under some Barnes floor his bones shall lye Who Churches did and Monuments defie Where the rude Thrasher with much knocking on Shall wake him at the Resurrection And on his Grave since there must be no Stone Shall stand this Epitaph That he has none The Scotch War WHen first the Scottish War began The English man we did trapan with Pellit and Pike The bonny blythe and cunning Scot Had then a Plot which they did not well smell it 's like Although he could neither write nor read Yet our General Lashly cross'd the Tweed With his gay gangh of Blew-caps all And we marcht with our Generall We took New-castle in a trice But we thought it had been Paradice They did look all so bonny and gay Till we took all their Pillage away Then did we streight to plundering fall Of great and small for were all most valiant that day And Jinny in her Satten Gown the best in Town From Heel to Crown was gallant and gay Our silks and sweets made such a smother Next day we knew not one another For Jockie did never so shine And Jinny was never so fine A geud faith a gat a ged Beaver then But it 's beat
into a Blew-cap agen By a Redcoat that did still cry Rag And a red snowt a the Deel aw the Crag The English raised an Army streight With mickle state and we did wate to face them as well Then every valiant Musquet man put fire in pan And we began to lace them as well But before the Sparks were made a Cole They did every man pay for his Pole Then their bought Land we lent them agen Into Scotland we went with our men We were paid by all both Peasant and Prince But I think we have soundly paid for it since For our Silver is wasted Sir all And our Silks hang in Westminster Hall The Godly Presbyterian that holy man The War began with Bishop and King Where we like Waiters at a Feast But not the least of all the guest must dish up the thing We did take a Covenant to pull down The Cross the Crofier and the Crown VVith the Rochet the Bishop did bear And the Smock that his Chaplain did wear But now the Covenant's gone to wrack They say it looks like an old Almanack For Jockie is grown out of date And Jinny is thrown out of late I must confesse the holy firk did only work Upon our Kirk for silver and meat VVhich made us come with aw our broods Venter our bloods for aw your goods to pilfer cheat But we see what covetousness doth bring For we lost our selves when we sold our King And alack now and welly we cry Our backs mow and bellies must dye VVe fought for food and not vain-glory And so there 's an end of a Scotish mans Story I curse all your Silver and Gold Aw the worst tale that ever was told 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 dayes we behold Done by the irresistable 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 Kingdomes 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 dunghill Crew of Committees and ' strators Who live by picking the Crockadile Parliaments gums This first made and then prospered the Rebells and Traytors And made Gentry of those that were the Nations scums This Herald gives Armes 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 on 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 Armes 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 Truth With Zeal and the Spirit the factious endueth To club with St. Katharine 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 and 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 Mayors also This makes the old Wise trot and makes the Mare to go This makes your blew aprons Right Worshipfull And for this we stand bare and before them do fall They leave their young heirs well fleeced 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 Mariages makes 't is a Center of love It draws on the man it pricks up the woman Birth virtue and parts no affection can move Whilst this makes a Lord stoop to the Brat of a Broom-man This gives virtue and beauty to the Lasses that you wooe Makes women of all sorts and ages to do 'T is the soul of the world and the worldling too This procures us whores hawks hounds hares 'T is this keeps your Groom and your Groom keeps your Gelding This built Citizens Wives as well as wares And this makes your coy Lady so coming and yielding This buys us good Sack which revives like the spring 'T is this your Poetical fancies do bring And this makes you as merry as we that do sing Contentment WHat though the ill times do run crosse to our will And Fortune still frown upon us Our hearts are our own and shall be so still A fig for the plagues they lay on us Let us take t'other cup to chear our hearts up And let it be purest Canary We 'll ne'er shrink nor care at the Crosses we bear Let them plague us untill they be weary What though we are made both Beggars and Slaves Let 's endure it and stoutly drink on 't 'T is our comfort we suffer ' cause we wont be Knaves Redemption will come e're we think on 't We must flatter and fear those that over us are And make them believe that we love them When their Tyranny is past we can serve them at last As they have serv'd those have been above them Let the Levites go preach for the Goose or the Pig To drink Wine at Christmas or Easter The Doctor may labour our lives to new trig And make Nature fast while we feast her The Lawyer may bawl out his Lungs and his Gall For Plaintiff and for Defendant At his Book the Scholar lye while with Plato he dye With an ugly hard word at the end on 't Then here 's to
's quite undone In a rising Creature we daily see certainly He is a Retreater that fails to go on He that in a Builder's trade Stops e're the Roof be made By the Aire he may be betray'd And overthrown He that hath a Race begun And let 's the Goale be won He had better never run But let 't alone 3. Then plot rightly March fightly Shew your glittering Arms brightly Charge hightly Fight sprightly Fortune gives renown A right riser Will prize her She makes all the World wiser Still try her Wee 'l gain by her A Coffin or a Crown 4. If the Dutchman or the Spaniard Come but to oppose us We will thrust them out of the Main-yard If they do but nose us Hans Hans think upon thy sins And then submit to Spain thy Master For though now you look like Friends Yet he will never trust you after Drink drink give the Dutchman drink And let the tap and kan run faster For faith at the last I think A Brewer will become your Master 5. Let not poor Teg and Shone Vender from der Houses Lest dey be quite undone In der very trowzes And all her Orphans bestow'd under hatches And made in London free der to cry matches St. Patrick wid his Harp do tun'd wid tru string Is not fit to unty St. Hewson's shooes-strings 6. Methinks I hear The Welch draw near And from each lock a louse trops Ap Shon ap LLoyd Will spen'd her ploot For to defend her mouse-traps Mounted on her Kâ—fflebagh With coot store of Koradagh The Pritish war begins With a hook her was over come her Pluck her to her thrust her from her By cot her was preak her shins Let Taffy fret And Welch-hook whet And troop up Pettigrees We only tout Tey will stink us out Wit Leeks and toasted Sheeze 7. But Jockie now and Jinny comes Our Brethren must approve on 't For pret a Cot dey beat der drums Onely to break de Couvenant Dey bore St. Andrew's Crosse Till our Army quite did rout dem â—ut when we put um to de Losse De deal a Crosse about dem The King and Couvenant they crave Their Cause must needs be further'd Although so many Kings they have Most barbarously basely murther'd 8. The French The French-man he will give consent Though he trickle in our veins That willingly We may agree To a marriage with Grapes and Graines He conquers us with kindnesse And doth so far entrench That fair and wise and young and rich Are finified by the French He prettifies us with Feathers and Fans With Petticoats Doublets and Hose And faith they shall Be welcome all If they forbear the nose For love or for fear Let Nations forbear If fortune exhibit a Crown A Coward he Must surely be That will not put it on The Levellers Rant TO the Hall to the hall For justice we call On the King and his pow'rful adherents friends Who still have endeavour'd but we work their ends 'T is we will pull down what e're is above us And make them to fear us that never did love us Wee 'l level the proud and make every degree To our Royalty bow the Knee 'T is no lesse then treason ' Gainst freedom and Reason For our brethren to be higher then we 2. First the thing call'd a King To judgement we bring And the spawn of the court that were prouder then he And next the two Houses united shall be It does to the Romish religion enveagle For the State to be two-headed like the spredeagle Wee 'l purge the superfluous Members away They are too many Kings to sway And as we all teach 'T is our Liberties breach For the Freeborn Saints to obey 3 Not a claw in the Law Shall keep us in aw Wee 'l have no cushon-cuffers to tell us of hell For we are all gifted to do it as well 'T is freedom that we do hold forth to the Nations To enjoy our fellow-creatures as at the creation The Carnal mens wives are for men of the spirit Their wealth is our own by merit For we that have right By the Law called Might Are the Saints that must judge and inherit The Safety SInce it has been lately enacted high Treason For a man to speak truth of the heads of the state Let every wise man make use of his reason See and hear what he can but take heed what he prate For the proverbs do learn us He that stays from the battail sleeps in a whole skin And our words are our own if we can keep 'um in What fools are we then that to prattle begin Of things that do not concern us 2 Let the three kingdoms fall to one of the prime ones My mind is a Kingdom and shall be to me I could make it appear if I had but the time once I 'm as happy with one as he can be with three If I could but enjoy it He that 's mounted on high is a mark for the hate And the envy of every pragmatical pate While he that creeps low lives safe in his state And greatness do scorn to annoy it 3 I am never the better which side gets the battel The Tubs or the Crosses what is it to me They 'l never increase my goods or my cattel But a beggar 's a beggar and so he shall be Unless he turn Traytor Let Mâ—sers take courses to hep up their treasure Whose lust has no limits whose mind has no measurâ— Let me be but quiet and take a little pleasure A little contents my nature 4. My Petition shall be that Canary be cheaper Without Patent or Custom or cursed Excise That the Wits may have leave to drink deeper and deeper And not be undone while their heads they baptise And in liquor do drench 'um If this were but granted who would not desire To dub himself one of Apollo's own Quire We 'll ring out the Bells when our noses are on fire And the quarts shall be the buckets to drench 'um 5. I account him no wit that is gifted at railing And flirting at those that above him do sit While they do out-wit him with whipping and goaling Then his purse and his person both pay for his wit 'T is better to be drinking If sack were reform'd into twelve-pence a quart I 'ld study for money to Marchandize for 't And a friend that is true we together will sport Not a word but we 'l pay them with thinking The Leveller NAy prethee don't fly me But â—it thee down by me I cannot endure A man that 's demure Go hang up your Worships and Sirs Your Congies and Trips With your legs and your lips Your Madams and Lords And such finikin words With the Complements you bring That do spell NO-THING You may keep for the Chains and the Furs For at the beginning was no Peasant or Prince And 't was policy made the distinction since 2. Those Titles of Honours Do remain in the Donours And not in that
thing To which they do cling If his soul be too narrow to wear 'um No delight can I see In that word call'd degree Honest Dick sounds as well As a name of an ell That with Titles doth swell And sounds like a spell To affright mortal ears that hear 'um He that wears a brave soul and dares gallantly do May be his own Herald and Godfather too 3. Why should we then doat on One with a Fools coat on Whose Coffers are cram'd But yet he 'l be damn'd Ere he 'l do a good act or a wise one What Reason has he To be ruler o're me That 's a Lord in his chest But in 's head and his breast Is empty and bare Or but puff'd up with air And can neither assist nor advise one Honour 's but air and proud flesh but dust is 'T is we Commons make Lords and the Clerk makes the Justice 4. But since men must be Of a different degree Because most do aspire To be greater and higher Then the rest of their Fellows and Brothers He that has such a spirit Let him gain it by 's merit Spend his brains wealth or blood For his Countries good And make himself fit By his valour or wit For things above the reach of all others For Honour 's a Prize and who wins it may wear it If not 't is a Badge and a burthen to bear it 5. For my part let me Be but quiet and free I 'le drink Sack and obey And let great ones sway And spend their whole time in thinking I 'le ne're busie my Pate With secrets of State The News books I 'le burn all And with the Diurnall Light Tobacco and admit That they 're so far fit As they serve good company and drinking All the name I desire is an honest Good-Fellow And that man has no worth that won't sometimes be mellow The Royalists Answer I Have reason to fly thee And not sit down by thee For I hate to behold One so sawcy and bold To deride and contemn his Superiours Our Madams and Lords And such mannerly words With the gestures that be Fit for every degree Are things that we and you Both claim as our due From all those that are our Inferiours For from the beginning there were Princes we know 'T was you Levellers hate 'um ' cause you can't be so 2. All Titles of Honours Were at first in the Donours But being granted away With the Grantees stay Where he wear a small soul or a bigger There 's a necessity That there should be degree Where 't is due we 'l afford A Sir John and my Lord Though Dick Tom and Jack Will serve you and your Pack Honest Dick's name enough for a Digger He that has a strong Purse can all things be or do He is valiant and wise and religious too 3. We have cause to adore That man that has store Though a Bore or a sot There 's something to be got Though he be neither honest nor witty Make him high let him rule Hee 'l be playing the fool And transgresse then we 'l squeze Him for fines and for fees And so we shall gain By the wants of his brain 'T is the Fools-cap that maintains the City If honour be air 't is in common and as fit For the fool the clown as for the champion or the wit 4. Then why mayn't we be Of different degree And each man aspire To be greater and higher Then his wiser or honester brother Since Fortune and Nature Their favours do scatter This hath valour that wit T'other wealth nor is 't fit That one should have all For then what would befall Him that 's born nor to one nor to'ther Though honour were a prize at first now 't is a chattle And as merchantable grown as your wares or your cattle 5. Yet in this we agree To live quiet and free To drink sack and submit And not shew our wit By our prating but silence and thinking Let the politick Jewes Read Diurnals and Newes And lard their discourse With a Comment that 's worse That which pleaseth me best Is a Song or a Jest And my obedience I 'le shew by my drinking He that drinks well does sleep well he that sleeps well doth think well He that thinks well does do well he that does well must drink well The Independents resolve COme Drawer and fill us about some Wine Let 's merrily tipple the day 's our own VVee 'l have our delights let the Country go pine Let the King and his Kingdom groan The Crown is our own and so shall continue VVee 'l Monarchy baffle quite VVee 'l drink off the Kingdomes revenue And sacrifice all to delight 'T is Power that brings Us all to be Kings And wee '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 aw Our Power shall never have end The Church and the State wee '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 Presbyters sway 3. The nimble St. Patrick is sunk in his boggs And his Country men sadly cry O hone O hone St. Andrew and 's Kirk-men are lost in the foggs Now we are the Saints alone Then on our Superiours and Equalls we trample And Jockie our stirrup shall hold The City 's our Mule for example That we may in plenty be roul'd Each delicate dish Shall but Eccho our wish And our drink shall be cordial gold The Lamentation MOurn London mourn Bathe thy polluted soul in tears Return return Thou hast more cause of grief then th'hadst for fears For the whole Kingdom now begins To feel thy sorrow as they saw thy sins And now do no Compassion show Unto thy misery and woe 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 Rebellions first did flow Both to the King above and him below And sordid sloth 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 blood their guilty tallons wash Thy Daughters must Allay their lust Mischiefs will be on mischief thrust Till thy Cap tumble as thou mad'st the Crown 4. Cry London cry Now now petition for redresse Where canst thou fly Thy emptyed Chests augment thy heavinesse The Gentry and the Commons loath Th' adored Houses slight thee worse than both The King poor Saint Would help but can't To heav'n alone unfold thy want Thence came thy Plagues thence onely Pity flow'th The Reformation TEll not me
but Privation In Church and State inverting ev'ry right Brought in Hells State of fire without light No wonder then if all good eyes look red Washing their Loyal hearts from bloud so shed The which deserves each pore should turn an eye To weep out even a bloudy Agony Let nought then passe for Musick but sad cryes For Beauty bloudless cheeks and bloud-shot eyes All colours soil but black all odours have Ill scent but Myrrh incens'd upon this Grave It notes a Jew not to believe as much The cleaner made by a Religious touch Of their Dead Body whom to judge to dye Seems the Judaical Impiety To kill the King the Spirit Legion paints His rage with Law the Temple and the Saints But the truth is He fear'd and did repine To be cast out and back into the Swine And the case holds in that the Spirit bends His malice in this Act against his ends For it is like the sooner hee 'll be sent Out of that body He would still torment Let Christians then use otherwise this bloud Detest the Act yet turn it to their good Thinking how like a King of Death He dies We easily may the world and death despise Death had no sting for him and its sharp arm Only of all the troop meant him no harm And so he look'd upon the Axe as one Weapon yet left to guard Him to his Throne In His great Name then may His Subjects cry Death thou art swallowed up in Victory If this our losse a comfort can admit 'T is that his narrowed Crown is grown unfit For his enlarged Head since his distresse Had greatned this as it made that the lesse His Crown was faln unto too low a thing For him who was become so great a King So the same hands enthron'd him in that Crown They had exalted from Him not pull'd down And thus Gods truth by them hath rendred more Than e're mens falshood promis'd to restore Which since by Death alone he could attain Was yet exempt from weaknesse and from pain Death was enjoyn'd by God to touch a part Might make his passage quick ne'r move his heart Which ev'n expiring was so far from death It seem'd but to command away his breath And thus his Soul of this her triumph proud Broke like a flash of lightning through the cloud Of flesh and bloud and from the highest line Of humane vertue pass'd to be divine Nor is 't much lesse his vertues to relate Than the high glories of his present state Since both then passe all Acts but of belief Silence may praise the one the other grief And since upon the Diamond no lesse Than Diamonds will serve us to impresse I 'le only wish that for his Elegie This our Josias had a Jeremie AN ELEGIE On The best of Men The meekest of Martyrs CHARLES the First c. DOeâ— not the Sun call in his light and day Like a thin exhalation melt away Both wrapping up their Beams in Clouds to be Themselves Close Mourners at the Obsequie Of this great Monarch does his Royal Bloud Which th' Earth late drunk in so profuse a floud Not shoot through her affrightned womb and make All her convulsed Arteries to shake So long till all those hinges that sustain Like Nerves the frame of nature shrink again Into a shuffled Chaos Does the Sun Not suck it from its liquid Mansion And Still it inâ—o vap'rous Clouds which may Themselves in bearded Meteors display Whose sâ—aggy and dishevel'd Beams may be The Tapers at this black Solemnitie You seed of Marble in the Womb accurst Rock'd by some storm or by some Tigress nurst Fed by some Plague which in blind mists was hurld To strew infection on the tainted World What fury charm'd your hands to Act a deed Tyrants to think on would not weep but bleed And Rocks by instinct so resent this Fact They 'ld into Springs of easie tears be slack'd Say sons of tumult since you think it good Still to keep up the trade and Bath in Blood Your guilty hands why did you then not state Your Slaughters at some cheap and common rate Your gluttonous and lavish Blades might have Devoted Myriads to one publick Grave And lop'd off thousands of some base allay Whilst the same Sexton that inter'd their clay In the same Urne their Names too might entomb But when on him you fixt your fatall Doom You gave a blow to Nature since even all The â—â—ock of man now bleeds too in his fall Could not Religion which you oft have made A specious glosse your black designs to shade Teach you that we come nearest Heaven when we Are suppled into acts of Clemency And copy out the Deity agen When we distill our mercies upon men But why do I deplore this ruine He Only shook off his fraile Humanity And with such calmnesse fell he seem'd to be Even lesse unmov'd and unconcern'd than we And forc'd us from our Throes of Grief to say We only died he only liv'd that Day So that his Tomb is now his Throne become T' invest him with the Crown of Martyrdome And death the shade of nature did not shroud His Soul in Mists but its clear Beams uncloud That who a Star in our Meridian shone In Heaven might shine a Constellation On the Death of his Royal Majestie CHARLES late King of ENGLAND c. WHat went you out to see a dying King Nay more I fear an Angel suffering But what went you to see a Prophet slain Nay that and more a Martyr'd Soveraign Peace to that sacred dust Great Sir our fears Have left us nothing but obedient tears To court your hearse and in those pious flouds We live the poor remainder of our goods Accept us in these latter Obsequies The unplundred riches of our hearts and eyes For in these faithfull streams and emanations W' are Subjects still beyond all Sequestrations Here we cry more than Conquerors malice may Murder Estates but hearts will still obey These as your glory 's yet above the reach Of such whose purple lines confusion preach And now Dear Sir vouchsafe us to admire With envy your arrival and that Quire Of Cherubims and Angels that supply'd Our duties at your triumphs where you ride With full caelestial Joyes and Ovations Rich as the Conquest of three ruin'd Nations But 't was the heavenly plot that snatch'd you hence To crown your Soul with that magnificence And bounden rites of honour that poor earth Could only wish and stangle in the birth Such pitied emulation stop'd the blush Of our ambitious shame non-suited us For where souls act beyond mortality Heaven only can perform that Jubilee We wrastle then no more but blesse your day And mourn the anguish of our sad delay That since we cannot adde we yet stay here Fetteâ—ed in clay Yet longing to appear Spectators of your blisse that being shown Once more you may embrace us as your own Where never envy shall divide us more Nor City tumults nor the
Court ' cause time is short Does rage like Devils from Hell Let 's mark the fate and course of State Who rises when t'other is sinking And beleive when this is past 'T will be our turn at last To bring the Good Old Cause by drinking First red nos'd Nol he swallowed all His colour shew'd he lov'd it But Dick his Son as he were none Gav 't off and hath reprov'd it But that his foes made bridge of 's nose And cry'd him down for a Protector Proving him to be a fool that would undertake to rule And not drink and fight like Hector The Grecian Lad he drank like mad Minding no work above it And Sans question kill'd Ephestion Because he 'd not approve it He got command where God had land And like a Maudlin Yonker When he tippled all and wept he laid him down to sleep Having no more Worlds to conquer Rump-Parliament would needs invent An Oath of Abjuration But Obedience and Allegiance are now come into fashion Then here 's a boul with a heart and soul To Charles and let all men say Amen to 't Though they brought the Father down From a triple Kingdom Crown Wee 'l drink the Son up agen to 't The Protecting Brewer A Brewer may be a Burgess grave And carry the matter so fine and so brave That he the better may play the Knave Which no body can deny A Brewer may be a Parliament-man For there the Knavery first began And brew most cunning Plots he can Which no body c. A Brewer may put on a Nabal face And march to the Wars with such a grace That he may get a Captains place Which no body c. A Brewer may speak so wonderous well That he may raise strange things to tell And so to be made a Collonel Which no body c. A Brewer may make his foes to flee And raise his Fortunes so that he Lieutenant-General may be Which no body c. A Brewer he may be all in all And raise his Powers both great and small That he may be a Lord General Which no body c. A Brewer may be like a Fox in a Cub And teach a Lecture out of a Tub And give the wicked world a rub Which no body c. A Brewer by 's Excize and Rate Will promise his Army he knows what And set it upon the Colledge-gate Which no body c. Methinks I hear one say to me Pray why may not a Brewer be Lord-Chancellor o' th' University Which no body c. A Brewer may be as bold as Hector When as he has drunk off his cup of Nectar And a Brewer may be a Lord Protector Which no body c. Now here remans the strangest thing How this Brewer about his Liquor did bring To be an Emperour or a King Which no body c. A Brewer may do what he will And rob the Church and State to sell His soul unto the devil of hell Which no body can deny The Power of the Sword LAY by your Pleading Law lyes a bleeding Burn all your Studies down and throw away your Reading Small power the Word has and can afford us Not half so many Priviledges as the Sword has It fosters your Masters it plasters Disasters And makes your Servants quickly greater than their Masters It venters it enters it circles it centers And makes a Prentice free in spight of his Indentures This takes off tall things and sets up small things This masters Money though Money masters all things 'T is not in season to talk of Reason Or call it Legal when the Sword will have it Treason It conquers the Crown too the Furres and the Gown too This set up a Presbyter and this pull'd him down too This subtil Deceiver turn'd Bonnet to Beaver Down drops a Bishop and up starts a Weaver This fits a Lay-man to preach and pray man 'T is this can make a Lord of him that was a Dray-man Forth from the dull pit of Follies full pit This brought an Hebrew Iron-monger to the Pulpit Such pittifull things be more happier than Kings be This got the Herauldry of Thimblebee and Slingsbee No Gospel can guide it no Law can decide it In Church or State untill the Sword hath sanctify'd it Down goes the Law-tricks for from that Matrix Sprung holy Hewson's power and tumbled down St. Patricks The Sword prevails so highly in Wales too Shinkin ap Powel cryes and swears Cuts-plutteranails too In Scotland this Waster did make such disaster They sent their Money back for which they sold their Master It batter'd so their Dunkirke and did so the Don firke That he is fled and swears the Devil is in Dunkirke He that can tower o'er him that is lower Would be but thought a Fool to put away his Power Take Books and rent 'um who would invent 'um When as the Sword replyes Negatur argumentum Your grand Colledge Butlers must stoop to your Sutlers There 's not a Library living like the Cutlers The bloud that is spilt Sir hath gain'd all the gilt Sir Thus have you seen me run the Sword up to the hilt Sir Cromwell's Coronation OLiver Oliver take up thy Crown For now thou hast made three Kingdoms thine own Call thee a Conclave of thy own creation To ride us to ruine who dare thee oppose Whilst we thy good people are at thy Devotion To fall down and worship thy terrible Nose To thee and thy Mermydons Oliver we Do tender our homage as fits thy degree We 'll pay the Excise and Taxes God blesse us With fear and contrition as penitents should Whilst you great Sir vouchsafe to oppresse us Not daring so much as in private to soold We bow down as cow'd down to thee and thy Sword For now thou hast made thy self Englands sole Lord By Mandate of Scripture and Heavenly warrant The Oath of Allegiance and Covenant too To Charles and his Kingdoms thou art Heir apparent And born to rule over the Turk and the Jew Then Oliver Oliver get up and ride Whilst Lords Knights and Gentry do run by thy side The Maulsters and Brewers account it their glory Great God of the Grain-tub's compared to thee All Rebells of old are lost in their story Till thou plod'st along to the Padington-tree The BREWER To the Tune of the Black-smith THere many a Clinching Verse is made In honour of the Black-smiths trade But more of the Brewer may be said Which no body can deny I need not much of this repeat The Black-smith cannot be compleat Unlesse the Brewer do give him a heat Which no body can deny When Smug unto the forge doth come Unlesse the Brewâ—r doth liquor him home He 'll never strike thy pot and my pot Tom. Which no body can deny Of all professions in the town The Brewers trade hath gain'd renown His liquor reacheth up to the Crown Which no body can deny Many new Lords from him there did spring Of all the trades he still was
their King For the Brewer had the world in a sling Which no body can deny He scorneth all Laws and Martial stops But whips an Army as round as tops And cuts off his foes as thick as hops Which no body can deny He dives for Riches down to the bottom And cryes my Masters when he had got um Let every tub stand upon his own bottom Which no body can deny In War-like acts he scorns to stoop For when his Army begins to droop He draws them up us round as a hoop Which no body can deny The Jewish Scots that scorns to eat The flesh of Swine and Brewers beat 'T was the sight of this hogs-head made 'um retreat Which no body can deny Poor Jockie and his basket hilt Was beaten and much blood was spilt And their bodies like barrels did run a tilt Which no body can deny Though Jemy gave the first assault The Brewer at last made them to halt And left them what the Cat left in the Mault Which no body can deny They cry'd that Antichrist came to settle Religion in a Cooler and a Kettle For his Nose and Copper were both of one mettle Which no body can deny Some Christian King began to quake And said with the Brewer no quarrels we 'll make We 'll let him alone as he Brews let him Bake Which no body can deny He hath a strong and very stout heart And thought to be made an Emperor for 't But the Devil put a spoke in his Cart Which no body can deny If any intended to do him disgrace His fury would take off his head in the place He alway did carry his Furnesse in his face Which no body can deny But yet by the way you must understand He kept his foes so under command That Pride could never get the upper hand Which no body can deny He was a stout Brewer of whom we may brag But now he is hurried away with a hag He brew'd in a bottle and bak'd in a bag Which no body can deny And now may all stout Souldiers say Farewell the glory of the day For the Brewer himself is turn'd to clay Which no body can deny Thus fell the brave Brewer the bold son of slaughter We need not to fear what shall follow after For he dealt all his life time in fire and water Which no body can deny And if his Successor had had but his might We had not been in a pittifull plight But he was found many grains too light Which no body can deny Let 's leave off singing and drink off our Bub Wee 'll call for a Reckoning and every man Club For I think I have told you a Tale of a Tub. Which no body can deny In imitation of Come my Daphne a Dialogue between Pluto and Oliver Pluto COme Imp Royal come away Into black night we will turn bright day Oliver 'T is Pluto calls what would my Syre Pluto Come follow to the Stygian fire Where Ireton doth wait To welcome thee in state Oliver Were I in bed with Lamberts wife I 'de quit those joyes for such a life Pluto My Princely Nol make hast For thee we keep a Fast Oliver In these dismal shades will I Unto thee unfold my Villany Pluto In my bosome I 'll thee lay For thy sake wee 'l all keep holyday Chorus Wee 'l rage and roar and fry in flames And Charles himself shall see How damn'dly we agree Yet scorn to change our Chains For his eternal diety A Quarrel betwixt Tower-hill and Tyburn I 'LE tell you a Story that never was told A tale that hath both head and heel And though by no Recorder inroll'd I know you will find it as true as steel When General Monck was come to the Town A little time after the Rump had the rout When Loyalty rose and Rebellion fell down They say that Tower-hill and Tyburne fell out Qâ—oth terrible Tyburne to lofty Tower-hill Thy longed-for daies are come at last And now thou wilt dayly thy belly fulfill With King-killers bloud whilst I must fast The High Court of Justice will come to the Bar There to be cooked and dressed for thee Whilst I that live out of Town so far Must only be fed by Fellony If Treason be counted the foulest fact And dying be a Traytor 's due Then why should you all the glory exact You know they are sitter for me than you To speak the plain truth I have groan'd for them long For when they had routed the Royal Root And done the Kingdom so much wrong I knew at the last they would come to 't When Titchburne sate upon the Benâ—h Twirling his Chain in high degree With a Beardless Chin like a withered Wench Thought I the Bar is fitter for thee But then with stately composed face Tower-hill to Tyburne made reply Do not complain in such a Case Thou shalt have thy share as well as I. There are a sort of Mongrils which My Lordly Scaffold will disgrace I know Hugh Peters his fingers itch To make a Pulpit of the place But tâ—ke him Tyburn he is thine own Divide his quarterâ— with thy â—â—ife Who did pollute with fâ—â—sh and â—e 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 dignfy'd With loyal Land 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 Sould hang up in the Kings high-way My Priviledge though I know it is large Into thy hand I 'le 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 rank bloud 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 Bloody Bed-roll or Treason displayed in its Colours Triumphing News for Cavaliers The Rump smells strong cast out by th' Peers OLd OLIVER's
gone to the Dogs Oh! No I do mistake Hee 's gone in a Wherry Over the Ferry Is call'd the Stygian Lake But Cerberus that Great Porter Did read him such a Lecture That made him to roar When he came a-shoar For being Lord Protector News news news Brave Cavaliers be merry Chear up your sad souls With Bacchus Bowls Of Claret White and Sherry Where is that Cursed Crew Were of the last Kingâ— Jury By thy damned soul Go fetch them Nol Quoth â—luto in his fury Where is old Joan thy wife Her Highness I would see Come let her in She shall be my Queen For a Cuckold thou shalt be News news c. Make room for a Ramping Lady One of the Devils race This ugly Witch And nasty Bitch Spat in the King 's sweet face Iâ—le make her a Lady of Honour Qâ—oth Pluto let her in And open the door For this old Whore Shall wait upon my Queen News nâ—ws c. Here comes Sir HENRY MARTYN As good as ever pist This wenching beast Had Whores at least A thousand on his lift This made the Devils laugh So good a friend to see At Pluto's Court There 's better sport Come thou shalt dwell with me News news c. Bid Caron bring his Boat Here comes a man of fame Who hath waited here Above a year JACK BRADSHAW is his name O ho quoth Pluto then As loud as he could yawl By Oliver's Nose I did suppose Thou hadst been at White-hall News news c. Thou' rt welcome to my Court Here on my Scroul I find I have in store A thousand more As Arrant Rogues behind Why art thou sad quoth Pluto My Servants must appear Then do not grudge I 'le made thee Judge Of all my Subjects here News news c. Here comes a friend of mine Make room for the Lord LISLE His guests at last Did come so fast That made old Pluto smile Thou must along with me Now 't is too late to rue it Thy damned Soul Is on my Scroul Remember Doctor Hewet News news c. What is the Cause Sir ARTHUR Your Pulses go so quick 'T is Bishops Lands That 's in your hands VVhich makes them beat so thick Thy Oath of Abjuration Was far a worser thing For the Devil and thou Did study how VVe should abjure our KING News news c. Next comes Sir HENRY MILDMAY As good as ever twang'd VVhat Laws had we VVhen he scap'd free And honest men were hang'd Perhaps the KING 's good grace May pardon what is past But that 's all one At Pluto's Throne Thou must appear at last News news c Shall Traytors be conceal'd Oh! no Sir HENRY VANE 'T is a pittifull thing For our good KING When Traytors are in grain If thou wilt take the pains Then pray thee go and look For I am told Thou art enrol'd In Pluto's bloody Book News news c. Here comes the Learned SPEAKER Whose baggs of Gold do rust Who would not hear A Cavalier Though his Cause were nere so just Corruption bears the sway Where Justice is deny'd The Devil take him And Mr. PYM And likewise Collonel PRIDE News news c. Make room for one-ey'd HEWSON A Lord of such account 'T was a pretty Jest That such a Beast Should to such honour mount When Coblers were in fashion And Nigherds in such grace 'T was sport to see How PRIDE and he Did justle for the Place News news c. What dreadfull shew is this 'T is PRIDEAUX or his Ghost He makes such hast And comes so fast I think He 's riding Post A Lawyer if thou art Amongst the damned souls At Pluto's Barre 'T is better farre Then pleading at the Roles News news c. Oh welcome Dr. PETERS And Coâ—neâ—â—OYCE also One of these twain Was worse than Cain That gave the deadly blow One of these Cursed Rogues Was he that did the feat But some men say 'T was that Lord GRAY That made the work compleat News news c. A Boat for this Old Doctor To cross the River Styx For Pluto he Desired to see Some of his Antick tricks My Chaplain thou shalt be What more can be desired Oh! quoth he That cannot be My Lease is not expir'd News news c. Oh! my Rump my Rump my Rump My Rump smells wonderous strong The blisters rise About my Thighs With voting here so long My Rump is grown so sore I can no longer sit Hold up thy Bum The Devil is come With a Plaister to cure it News news c. VVhen Pluto keeps his feast The Rogues must all appear And Mr. SCOT I had forgot Must tast of this good Chear Find out the Man quoth Pluto That is the greatest sinner If COOK be he Then COOK shall be The Cook to Cook my dinner News news c. God blesse the KINGS good grace And keep him from his foes I wish the rather Because his Father Had too too many of those God blesse the Duke of YORK His Sister and Another Accurst be those That do oppose The sending for their Mother News news news Brave Cavaliers be merry Chear up your sad souls With Bacchus Bowls Of Claret White and Sherry The four Legg'd Elder or a Relation of a Horrible Dog and an Elders Maid To the Tune of The Ladies fall Or Gather your Rose Buds and 50 other Tunes 1. ALL Christians and Lay-Elders too For shame amend your Lives I 'll tell you of a Dog-trick now Which much concerns your wives An Elder 's Maid near Temple-bar Ah what a Quean was she Did take an ugly Mastiff Cur Where Christians use to be Help House of Commons House of Peers Oh now or never help Th' Assembly having sate four years Have now brought forth a whelp 2. One Evening late she stept aside Pretending to fetch Eggs And there she made her self a Bride To one that had four leggs Her Master heard a Rumblement And wonder'd she did tarry Not dreaming without his consent His Dog would ever marry Help House of Commons c. 3. He went to peep but was afraid And hastily did run To fetch a Staff to help his Maid Not knowing what was done He took his Elder 's Cane And cry'd out Help help here For Swash our Mastiff and poor Jane Are now fight Dog fight Bear Oh House of Commons c. 4. But when he came he was full sorry For he perceiv'd their strife That according to the Directory These two were Dog and Wife Ah then he said thou cruel Quean Why hast thou me beguil'd I wonder'd Swash was grown so lean Poor Dog he 's almost spoyl'd Oh House of Commons c. 5. I thought thou hadst no carnal sense But what 's in other Lasses And could have quench'd thy Cupiscence According to the Classis But all the Parish see it plain Since thou art in this pickle Thou art an Independent Quean And lov'st a Conventicle Oh House of Commons c. 6. Alas now each Malignant Rogue Will all
of Hei ho my hony My heart shall never rue Four and twenty now for your Mony And yet a hard pennyworth too GOod morrow my Neighbours all What news is this I heard tell As I past through VVestminster-hall By the house that 's near to Hell They told me John Lambert was there With his Bears and deeply did swear As Cromwell had done before Those Vermine should fit there no more Sing hi ho Will. Lenthall VVho shall our General be For the House to the Devil is sent all And follow gid faith mun ye Sing hi ho c. Then Muse strike up a Sonnet Come piper and play us a spring For now I think upon it These Rs turn'd out their King But now it must come about That once again they must turn out And not without Justice and Reason That every one home to his Prison Sing hi ho Harry Martin A Burgess of the Bench There 's nothing here is certain You must back and leave your VVench Sing hi ho c. He there with the buffle head Is called Lord and of the same house Who as I have heard it said Was chastis'd by his Lady-Spouse Because he run at sheep She and her Maid gave him the Whip And beat his head so addle You 'd think he had a knock in the Cradle Sing hi ho Lord Mounson You ha' got a park of the Kings One day you 'l hang like a hounson For this and other things Sing hi ho c. It was by their Masters order At first together they met Whom piously they did murder And since by their own they did set The cause of this Disaster Is ' cause they were false to their Master Nor can their Gensd'armes blame For serving them the same Sing hi ho Sir Arthur No more in the house you shall prate For all you kept such a quarter You are out of the Councell of State Sing hi ho c. Old Noll gave them once a purge Forgetting Occidisti The Furies be his scourge So of the cure mist he And yet the drug he well knew it For he gave it to Dr. Huit Had he given it them he had done it And they had not turn'd out his son yet Sing hi ho brave Dick L. Hall and Lady Joan Who did against Loyalty kick Is now for a New-years-gift gone Sing hi ho c. For had old Noll been alive He had pull'd them out by the ears Or else had fired their Hive And kickt him down the stairs Because they were so bold To vex his righteous soul When he so deeply had swore That there they should never fit more But hi ho Nol 's dead And stunk long since above ground Though lapt in spices and lead That cost us many a pound Sing hi ho c. Indeed Brother Burgess your Ling Did never stink half so bad Nor did your Habberdin When it no Pease-straw had Ye were both chose together ' Cause ye wore stuff-cloaks in hard weather And Cambridge needs would have A Burgess Fool and Knave Sing hi ho J. Lowry Concerning Abberdine No Member spake before ye Yet ye neer spoke again Sing hi ho my hony My heart shall never rue Here 's all pickt ware for your mony And yet a hard penyworth too Ned Prideaux he went post To tell the Protector the news That Fleetwood ruled the rost Having tane off Dicks shooes And that he did believe Lambert would him deceive As he his brother had gull'd And Cromwell Fairfax bull'd Sing hi ho the Attorney Was still at your command In flames together burn ye Still dancing hand in hand Sing hi ho c. Who 's that that would hide his face And his neck from the coller pull He must appear in his place If his Cap be made of Wool Who is it with a vengeance It is the good Lord Saint Johns Who made Gods House to fall To build his own withall Sing hi ho who comes there Who 't is I must not say But by this dark-lanthorn I swear He 's as good in the night as day Sing hi ho c. Edge Brethren room for one That looks as big as the best 'T is pitty to leave him alone For he is as good as the rest No Picklock of the Laws He builds among the Daws If you ha' any more Kings to murder For a President look no further Sing hi ho J. Bradshaw In blood none further engages The Devil from whom he had 's law Will shortly pay him his wages Sing hi ho c. Next Peagoose Wild come in To shew your weezle face And tell us Burleys sin Whose blood bought you your place When Loyalty was a crime He liv'd in a dangerous time Was forc'd to pay his neck To make you Baron of the Cheque Sing hi ho Jack Straw We 'l put it in the Margent 'T was not for Justice or Law That you were made a Sergeant Sing hi ho c. Noll serv'd not Satan faster Nor with him did better accord For he was my good Master And the devil was his good Lord. Both Slingsby Gerrard and Hewit Were sure enough to go to it According to his intent That chose me President Sing hi ho Lord Lisle Sure Law had got a wrench And where was Justice the while When you sate on the Bench Sing hi ho c. Next comes the good Lord Keble Of the triumvirate Of the seal in Law but feeble Though on the Bench he sate For when one puts him a case I wish him out of the place And if it were not a sin An abler Lawyer in Sing give the seal about I 'de have it so the rather Because we might get out The Knave my Lord my Father Sing hi ho c. Pull out the other there It is Nathaniel Fines Who Bristol lost for fear We 'l not leave him behind 's 'T is a Chip of that good old block Who to Loyalty gave the first knock Then stole away to Lundey Whence the foul fiend fetches him one day Sing hi ho Canting Fines You and the rest to mend 'um Would you were served in your kinds With an ense rescidendum Sing hi ho c. He that comes now down stairs Is Lord Chief Justice Glin. If no man for him cares He cares as little again The reason too I know 't He help to cut Straffords throat And take away his life Though with a cleaner knife Sing hi ho Britain bold Straight to the bar you get Where it is not so cold As where your Justice set Sing hi ho c. He that shall next come in Was long of the Council of State Though hardly a hair on his chin When first in the Council he sate He was sometime in Italy And learned their fashions prettily Then came back to 's own Nation To help up Reformation Sing hi ho Harry Nevil I prethee be not too rash With Atheism to court the Devil You 'r too bold to be his Bardash Sing hi ho c. He there with ingratitude
all a row Alas poor Lambert is undone And now he may go Preach Since 't is the English Al-a-mode For every Rogue to Teach He 'le nose it bravely in a Tub And let his Brethren know That they are Damn'd unlesse they dip Cuckolds all a row But where 's your mighty Fleetwood now His honor'â— worn to th' stump He 'le serve Ambassador to hell To make room for the Rump And thus King-killers one by one Shall to the Devil goe Upon the City Asses pack Cuckolds all a row And now Cow-hearts look to your shops The Red-coats will you fright And plunder you because they know Your hornes hang in your light Not matter for you have been the cause Of all the Kingdoms woe And do deserve still to be call'd Cuckolds all a row But if that you would honest grow And do a glorious thing Which is to rouse and take your Armes And fight for Charles our King Which Act your Credits will regain And all the World shall know That you shall then no more be call'd Cuckolds all a row The RUMP Carbonado'd or A New BALLAD To the Tune of the Black-smith LEnd me your ears not cropt and I 'le sing Of an hideous Monster or Parliament thing That City and Country doth wofully wring VVhich no body can deny Take care that no Sectary be in this place For if you offend the least Babe of Grace The Rump will be ready to fly in your face VVhich c. They fram'd a Remonstrance to set all on fire Which took with the People as they did desire And forc'd them to Covenant that they would conspire VVhich c. No sooner exalted was Essex his horn But God's law and man 's too the Cuckold did scorn To ruine our Country this Rebel was born Which c. Take Warwick along if company you lack No Admiral like an old Puritan Jack A verier Knave you cann't find in the Pack Which c. These arm'd with Commissions by Sea and by Land Did send forth their forces the King to withstand Till of all that was good they had soon made an hand Which c. In glory and wealth we once so abounded And were in Religion so thoroughly grounded That none could have shatter'd us thus but the Roundhead Which c. Which pluck'd down the King the Church and the Laws To set up an Idol then Nick-nam'd the Cause Like Bell and Dragon to gorge their own Maws Which c. They banisht all Royallists out of the Line And scarce would endure to hear any Divine That would not for company cogge lye and whine Which c. So frantickly zealous they were at that season That the five rotten Members impeacht of High Treason They guarded against all Right Law and Reason Which c. Will fool was counted the worst of the twain Till Tom fool Lord F the Cause to maintain His Honor and Conscience did fearfully stain Which c. Sir William at Run-away-downs had a bout Which him and his Lobsters did totally rout And his Lady the Conqueror could not help him out Which c. Though General B do now fawn and beseech The Cavaliers found him a blood-sucking Leech He would seem a Convert but he stinks of the Breech Which c. All will confesse that Saint Oliver Cromwell Had learn'd in his Reign the three Nations to cumwell Although it be true that he did love a Bum-well Which c. But young Dick and Harry not his Heirs but his Brats As if they had lesse wit and grace than Gib-Cats Slunk from their Commands like a pair of drown'd Rats Which c. The sound of a Rump nere heard of before In their addle pates did so whistle and roar That streight they betook themselves to the back door Which c. When Haslerig of the Rump brought up the rear The Army was in such a bodily fear That no one commander durst ever appear Which c. Down goes the Publick when Knaves usurp Power The Rump by one Ordinance can more men devour Than all the great Guns shot from the Tower Which c. Pennington long since was broken to fitters Yet fits with the Rump of Sects to Pig-litters And such as come near him he all to besquitters Which c. If Alderman Atkins you keep not in minde Hee 'l take it so ill that hee 'l fly out behinde And make you remember with every winde Which c. Titchborn could preach pray and prate by the Spirit And Ireton little better who rang'd like a Ferretâ— And Tyburn thinks long to give them their merit Which c. Lord Gourney was right whom the City betraid Now the City would be right were the Maior not a Jade Till such as he be made examples nere look for better Trade Which c. Ne're did any Nation so court their own good As we have all offers of mercy withstood God's judgement on our rapine and shedding of blood Which c. All wise men and good say it is a mischievous fate A Kingdome to turn to a Popular State Yet wee 'l take no warning untill it be too late Which c. A desperate crew of self-seeking Elves Do wilfully force us on quicklands and shelves This we see yet we seek not to safeguard our selves Which c. For when the poor Cits are plunder'd by force Their grievances find as little remorse I' th' man-beast the Maior as in his great horse Which c. The Rump yet fits brooding upon their close stool In labour to bring forth a Knave or a Fool Begotten by a new Legislative Tool Which c. Sir Henry Vane Prince of the last modell'd rout Was known as a Traytor both cunning and stout Yet for being too rampant the Rump shit him out Which c. James Harrington Knight or Knave choose you whether For in the Rump still Knight and Knave go together The times cannot mend till hee 's tyed to his tether Which c. Harry Martin and Scot with some thirty eight more Are resolved on the question to keep us all poor Whilest they have the power to Plunder and Whore Which c. Who can gain-say that it was a strong fart Which blew the Lord Disborough back to his Cart And taught silly Fleetwood of crying the Art Which c. 'T is pity that Hewson the Lord should have died For piercing his Brother the Cobler's Hide Since the word of Command came from his blind side Which c. Luke Robinson wants both his Bristles and Aule To stitch up his lame Legge and help him to craule Who down-right hath halted betwixt God and Baal Which c. The Prentices once put the Troupers to flight And the Red-coats for fear then were ready to shite When Lambert the Atheist marcht Northward to fight Which c. The Greeks that sack Troy from the Belly did come Of Epriis his Horse but with Musket and Drum The War among us is carried on by the Bum VVhich c. Jack
up almost of the Pox That stunk more like Carrion than ever did Fox Or that which was rosted of late at the stocks Which c. 7. A Rump that the People did hate scorn and curse As a Devil incarnate or of something that 's worse Of Schism and Rebellion both Mother and Nurse Which c. 8. The Othodox Clerâ—y was forc'd for to fly They were plundred and sequestred without reason why But only because they would not comply Which c. 9. Then as guilty of Popery the Common-prayer-book was damn'd And with all kind of News-books the Churches were cram'd Venting lyes non-sence blasphemy and what 's not to be nam'd Which c 10. Then the Antient Order of Bishops went down Which in the Church Christian was ever of Renown The Proverb proves true No Miter No Crown Which c. 11. In whose stead we planted Elders and Presbyters Which impowr'd brake Princes and People in fitters And with their Classes and Asses them all to besquitters Which c. 12. They call'd then a Synod which scarce could agree I' th' space of three years whether there be a TRINIâ—Y From such pur-pure-blind Levites God bless you and me Which c. 13. That Assembly was just like the Members that chose it Without Learning and Honesty all the World knows it Fit Jakes-farmers for the Rump they could twang and nose it 14. They combin'd with the Scots to bring in a Directory Tending neither to our Good nor yet to Gods Glory 'T is a shame that Tom Fuller should name 't in Church-story Which c. 15. For whereas a Christian should be taught how to pray And both rightly to believe and humbly to obey Nor Lords prayer nor Creed nor Decalogue have they Which c. 16. Then curse ye Meroz in each Pulpit did thunder To perplex the poor people and keep them in wonder Till all the Reins of Government were broken quite asunder Which c. 17. Then St. Pauls the Mother-Church of this City and Nation Was turn'd to a Stable O strange Profanation Yet this was one of their best fruits of Reformation 18. Of all that is Christan they make no great matter So they may but gather they care not who scatter Their Tryers would approve none but such as bribe and flatter Which c. 19. Instead of an Vse of Divine Consolation These Hypocrites publisht a late Exhortation To trepan and beggar this City and Nation Which c. 20. If they be establishâ— bid England farewell And rather than dwell here i' th' Suburbs of Hell Choose Turkey or Tartary or any where to dwell Which c. 21. This form will ne're suit with the English Complection Which is free and too Heroick to yield base Subjection Or to take from a Pope in each Parish correction Which c. 22. Who ever did Lord it like these self-seeking Elves Which have forc'd us on covenants vows oaths and other shelves That should warn us for the future to look to our selves VVhich c. 23. All sober men know that 't is a mischievous fate A Kingdom to turn into a popular State And Episcopy into a Presbyterate VVhich c. 24. Yet the Parliament set 〈◊〉 the pure Members five Both of Church and â—ngdom the downfall to contrive That by the Ruines oâ— our Sion this their Babel might thrive VVhich c. 25. The Presbyters 3. years were long since expir'd And yet as if they had not our patience quite tir'd To spur-gall us still afresh they have conspir'd VVhich c. 26. Then why so many Bonfires of late in this City Why such ringing of Bells and rejoycing 'T is pity That ye should be so gull'd by the Rump that does out-wit ye Which c. 27. For the House is like Hydra if one head ye kill Another starts up another full as ill So though one Rump is gone yet another fits still Which c. 28. They have altered the scean the people to please Because in commotions they must them appease We have thus chang'd our bed but not our disease VVhich c. 29. Their shifting and shuffling is but to decoy us While Spiders do spin their Cobwebs annoy us If the House ben't swept clean ere long they 'l destroy us Which c. 30. If they mean as they talk of a Parliament free How comes it that such Qualifications we see That no one known Royalist can chosen be Which c. 31. The best things corrupted do ever prove worst Then that the next Parliament make amends for the first Let 's choose no more Zealots leâ—t in pieces we burst Which c. 32. For when as the Schismaticks i' th' House do prevail Then the head and all the Members are led by the tail So that all parts in doing their duty needs must fail Which c. 33. Let the Militia be setled e're you part with your Money Else you 'l find them gall and wormwood whom you took for honey And the Souldiers will insult 'ore as soon as they 've undone ye VVhich c. 34. 'T is believed the 3. Generals Fairfax VValler and Brown Are sorry now for what they once helpt to pull down And 't is hopt they 'l redeem it by deeds of Renown Which c. 35. We are sensible now that there is no one thing Can full satisfaction to all Interests bring But onely Charles the second our known lawfull King Which c. 36. Let 's dally no longer but like Britains let 's stand For GOD and KING CHARLES and the Laws of the Land Let 's up and be doing let 's do 't out of hand Which no body can deny Saint George for England To the Tune of Cook Laurell THe VVestminster Rump hath been little at ease Of which you have heard enough one would think And therefore wee 'l lay it aside if you please For the more we do stir in 't the more it will stink These County resolves for a Parliament freâ— Makes the Rump smell worse than it did of late For now it runs down their heels you may see You may call them our Privy-Members of State But why should this Rump deal so roughly with Kent When England was conquer'd they were scot-free Must they for declaring of all men be shent But long-tail and bob-tail can never agree 'T is much disputed who Antichrist is I think 't is the Rump nor am I in jest For indeed although of the number it miss Of this I am sure 'thas the mark of the Beast I cannot believe that our General Monck Intends to protect it hee 's not such a Fool For if he were rightly inform'd how it stunk He never would joyn with such Grooms of the Stool Though 't be not whole Antichrist 't is the worst part By it both the Pope and the Turk are out-done If it be not the head nor the feet nor the heart 'T is the Rump of the VVhore of Babylon So pocky so stinking so cheating to boot That he
that has got but an eye or a nose Would never bestride it Then why should he do 't And make the poor Devil his stallionship lose If I might advise him he should not come near it The scent of that house is naught for his Gout And for his Army too he might well fear it 'T is enough to infect both his horse and his foot Nor would I wish him to come to VVhitehall For that hath been an unfortunate place From thence Noll was fetch'd and Dick had his fall And George may take heed that it be not his Case I remember the time when he fought for the King And the Cause was good though he did not prevail O let not the Boyes in the streets now sing He was once for the Head but now for the Tail Then George for England strike up thy Drum And do they devoir this Rump to destroy That Noble King Charles the second may come And our Streets may eccho with Vive le Roy. â—nd if He should come by thy Valour and Might In that brave exploit thou 'lt have more to brag on Than e're had Saint George that valiant Knight Who rescued the Maid by killing the Dragon Then lay by the thought of a Parliament free But first bring the King in if you be wise For without Kings Lords there 's none can be 'T will be but a Rump of a bigger sise You know how to do it and needs not much schooling All that you need to say is let it be done Then why should you stand delaying and fooling You fought for the Father why not for the Son If you do not do 't much honour you 'l lose Which He and We mean you for this We do know That in spight of the Rump and all other his Foes He will be brought in whether you will or no. The History of the Second Death of the RUMP To the Tune of The Parliament sate as sung as a Cat. 1. COme buy my fine Ditty Of News from the Citty As it was told in Devonshire The Pimp that whips weekly Your Breech Politickly Sells not so much truth in a quire 2. Tom Kings-man near undone With long stay in London Last week to the Country did gallop Where he took Cavaliers With his News by the ears As they did the Pot to drink all up 3. Quoth he I once went To th' late Parliament Whose Members when I had seen 'em Made me think of a Rat That was caught by a Cat And eat up the tail that is venom 4. But yet to the stump Of that Poysonous Rump Th' Old Mouth did soder in season And when that was done Like a Lay-elder Gun It stunk at both ends of High Treason 5. The Monster did come Of mere Mouth and Bum Most cunningly thus compacted That if question'd it were For mischief done there It might swear 't was by no body acted 6. O' the nature and name Of each Member that came Should I give a full relation Youl 'd guesse by the stink That I rak't in the sink And common-shore of the whole Nation 7. Religions you might Find all there but the right For through the same Sieve they ran Which Noll us'd before To sift the House o're Till nothing was left but the Bran. 8. But of those they had Divisions being made By Fortune's hand which is uncertain Some Members got many Some few some not any As Nevill complained and Martin 9. Indeed from Usurpers They freed us and our Purse And praise of thanks had been their hire For taking us thean Out o' th' Frying-pan Had they not cast us into the fire 19. For Cromwell they voted A Tyrant though rotted ' Cause when they first footed their Game Hee 'd not let them carry To prey on the Qâ—arry But gorg'd himself on the same 11. And King Olivers Sons Like Prince-playing Whore-Sons That on too high parts had ventur'd They strip't with a hiss Of their State-properties And exeunt two Fools as they enter'd 12. What else they do By our Purses we knew As well as that scribling Knave Nedham Some good Laws they un-did And some bad they founded And shortned our Chain for our Freedom 13. To quell this fierce Monster A Knight did anon-stir Who wanted Arms yet from a Waggon O' th' Popes hee 'd take none But from Prester-John And so St. George fell by the Dragon 14. Then Lambert's Wife chid him And like Cromwell bid him Confound it and mount the Throne Royal Your Weapons are long Quoth she and as strong My self of 'em both have made tryal 15. He finds the Anabaptist For his purpose aptist And treads the steps of Knipper Dolin He fasts and he prayes I' th' new canting phrase As if Heaven were taken with drolling 16 Some Packs he inveagles O' th' blood-coated Beagles To 's party the Rump-men did so to And victualled so well The adjacent fort Hell As if they no other would go to 17. Little John thus did draw ' Gainst th' Out-law Good King to try who should have thy Deer And thus for both poysons A quarrel did rise once Betwixt the foul Toad and the Spider 18. Bold Lambert advanced He picquier'd and pranced And 's Party with speeches did urge on But though he and Morley Did snarle and look surly They cheated the Devil and the Chirurgion 19. For soon the Red-coat who 'l not fight but vote When Lamberts side stronger was found By at least two foot And a Trooper to boot Did let the Rump fall to the ground 20. And with General Lent hall The House they o're wâ—natall Religion and Laws they n'ere stood on But sought still to hold Ill got Land and Gold Which first made the Old Cause a Good One. 21. So fell the aged sway Of five Months and a Day We yet see no Heir apparent But from Scabberd pregnant Expect Posthume regnant If Midwife Monck kindly take care on 't 22. The Sword-men address to 's Pleas and Manifesto's Which shew 'em less honest than crafty Whilst a Tyrannous crew Our dangers renew That 's call'd a Committee of Safety 23. But Fleetwood and Whitlock The Laws cunning Pick-lock With Salloway and Vane two prime Praters Loved Treason so well That again to 't they fell And betray'd ev'n their own Fellow-traytors 24. In 's villany Bradshaw Of constancy made shew For scorning Repentance as fickle His life he soon ended And to hell descended This of my Faith is an Article 25. Yet Politicus The Devil's Succubus To teem for his Commendation Advizes us all To mourn and we shall Whilst that Hell-hound yelps in our Nation 26. And now Lambert's Cohorts And Monks which makes wo hearts Do seem to contest but anon We ship-wrack't shall be When they can agree From what coast the storm shall fall on 27. Whilst Buff and Red-coats Are sanctified notes Of Christ's and his Gospel's Protectors But 'mong themselves solely Do they pass for holy As Bessus and 's Sword-men for Hectors 28. They that
of Lords or Laws Rules or Reformation All that 's done's not worth two straws To the welfare of the Nation Men in power do raâ—t it still And give no reason but their will For all their domination Or if they do an act that 's just 'T is not because they would but must To Gratifie some parties lust Or merely for a fashion 2. Our expence of blood and purse Has produc'd no profit Men are still as bad or worse And will be what e're comes of it We 've shuffled out and shuffled in The persons but retain the sin To make our game the surer Yet spite of all our pains and skill The Knaves all in the pack are still And ever were and ever will Though something now demurer 3. And it cannot but be so Since those toys in fashion And of Souls so base and low And mere Bigots of the Naâ—ion Whose designs are power and wealth At which by rapines fraud and stealth Audaciously they vent ye They lay their Consciences aside And turn with every winde and tide Puff'd on by Ignorance and Pride And all to look like Gentry 4. Crimes are not punish'd ' cause their Crimes But ' cause they 're low and little Mean men for mean faults in these times Make satisfaction to a tittle While those in office and in power Boldly the underlings devour Our Cobweb laws can't hold ' um They sell for many a Thousand crown Things which were never yet their own And this is law and custom grown ' Cause those do judge that sold ' um 5. Brothers still with Brothers brawl And for trifles sue 'um For two Pronouns that spoyl all Those contentious Meum Tuum The wary Lawyer buyes and builds While the Client sells his fields To sacrifice to 's fury And when he thinks to obtain his right He 's baffled off or beaten quite By th' Judges will or Lawyers slight Or ignorance of the Jury 6. See the Trades-man how he thrives With perpetual trouble How he â—heats and how he strives His Estate t' enlarge and double Extort oppress grind and encroach To be a Squire and keep a Coach And to be one o' th' Quorum Who may with 's worshipsâ—it â—it And judge without law fear or wit Poor petty Thieves that nothing get And yet are brought before ' um 7. And his way to get all this Is mere dissimulation No factious Lecture does he miss And scapes no schism that 's in fashion But with short hair and shining shooes He with two Pens and 's Note-book goes And winks and writes at randome Thence with short meal and tedious Grace In a loud tone and Publick place Sings Wisedoms hymnes that trot and pace As if Goliah scan'd um 8. But when death begins his threats And his Conscience struggles To call to mind his former cheats Then at heav'n he turns his juggles And out of all 's ill-gotten store He gives a dribling to the poor In a Hospital or School-house And the suborned Priest for 's hire Quite frees him from th' infernal fire And places him i th' Angels quire Thus these Jack-puddings fool us 9. All he gets by 's pains i th' close Is that he dyed worth so much Which he on 's doubtfull seed bestows That neither care nor know much Then Fortunes favourite his heir Bred base and ignorant and bare Is blown up like a bubble Who wondring at 's own suddain rise By Pride Simplicity and Vice Falls to 's sports drink drab and dice And makes all fly like stubble 10. And the Church the other twin Whose mad zeal enrag'd us Is not purify'd a pin By all those broyles in which she engag'd us We our Wives turn'd out of doors And took in Concubines and Whores To make an alteration Our Pulpitteers are proud and bold They their own Wills and factions hold And sell salvation still for Gold And here 's our Reformation 11. 'T is a madnesse then to make Thriving our employment And lucre love for Lucres sake Since we 've possession not enjoyment Let the times run on their course For opposition makes them worse We ne're shall better find 'um Let Grandâ—es wealth and power ingrosse And honour too while we sit close And laugh and take our plenteous dose Of sack and never mind ' um CHRONOSTICON Decollationis CAROLI Regis tricesimo die Januariâ— secunda hora Pomeridiana Anno Dom. MDCXLVIII Ter Deno Ianl Labens ReX SoLe CaDente CaroLVs eXVtVs SoLIo SCeptroq Ve SeCVto CHARLES ah forbear forbear lest Mortals prize His Name too dearly and Idolatrize His Name Our Losse Thrice cursed and forlorn Be that Black Night which usher'd in this Morn CHARLES our Dread Soveraign hold lest Outlaw'd Sense Bribe and seduce tame Reason to dispense With those Celestial powers and distrust Heav'n can behold such Treason and prove Just CHARLES our Dread Soveraign's murther'd tremble and View what Convulsions shoulder-shake this Land Court City Country nay three Kingdoms run To their last stage and Set with him their Sun CHARLES our Dread Soveraign's murther'd at His Gate Fell fiends dire Hydra's of a stiff-neck'd-State Strange Body-politick whose Members spread And Monster-like swell bigger than their HEAD CHARLES of Great Britain He who was the known King of three Realms lyes murther'd in his own He He who liv'd and Faith's Defender stood Dy'd here to re-Baptize it in his bloud No more no more Fame's Trump shall Eccho all The rest in dreadfull Thunder Such a Fall Great Christendom nere pattern'd and 't was strange Earth's Center reel'd not at this dismal Change The Blow struck Britain blinde each well-set Limb By dislocation was lopt off in HIM And though she yet lives she lives but to condole Three Bleeding Bodies left without a Soul Religion puts on Black sad Loyalty Blushes and mourns so see bright Majesty Butcher'd by such Assassinates nay both ' Gainst God ' gainst Law Allegiance and their Oath Farewell sad Isle Farewell thy fatal Glory Is Sum'd Cast up and Cancell'd in this Story AN ELEGIE Upon King CHARLES the first murthered publickly by his Subjects WEre not my Faith buoy'd up by sacred bloud It might be drown'd in this prodigious flood Which reasons highest ground doth so exceed It leaves my soul no Anch'rage but my Creed Where my Faith resting on th' Original Supports it self in this the Copies fall So while my Faith floats on that Bloudy wood My reason 's cast away in this Red flood Which ne're o'reflows us all Those showers past Made but Land-floods which did some vallies wast This stroak hath cut the only neck of land Which between us and this Red Sea did stand That covers now our world which cursed lies At once with two of Aegypts prodigies O're-cast with darkness and with bloud o're-run And justly since our hearts have theirs outdone Th' Inchanter led them to a lesse known ill To act his sin then 't was their King to kill Which crime hath widdowed our whole Nation Voided all Forms left