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
Bentwizle That a Round-fart is better then a stinking fiezle Have patience Gentlemen quoth Sir Francis Bacon There 's none of us all but may be mistaken Why right quoth the great Attorney I confesse The Eccho of ones is remedilesse The old Earle of Bristol's Verses on an Accommodation THe Parliament cryes Arme the King sayes No The New Lieutenants cry Come on let 's go The Citizens and Roundheads cryes So so The People all amaz'd cryes Where 's the Foe The Scots that stand behind the Door cryes Boe Peace Stay awhile and you shall know The King stands still faster than they can go If that the King by force of Armes prevail He is invited to a Tyranny If that by power of Parliament he fail We heap continual Warre on our Posterity Then he that is not for Accommodation Loves neither God nor Church nor King nor Nation The Rump's Hypocricy WE fasted first then pray'd that War might cease When Praying would not serve we paid for Peace And glad we had it so and gave God thanks Which made the Irish play the Scotish Pranks Is there no God let 's put it to a Vote Is there no Church some Fools say so by rote Is there no King but Pym for to assent What shall be done by Act of Parliament No God no Church no King then all were well If they could but Enact there were no Hell The Parliaments Hymnes O Lord preserve the Parliament And send them long to reign From three years end to three years end And so to three again Let neither King nor Bishops Lord Whilst they shall be alive Have power to rebuke thy Saints Nor hurt the Members five For they be good and godly men No sinfull path they tread They now are putting Bishops down And setting up Round-head From Holdsworth Bromrigge and old Shute Those able learned Scholars Good Lord deliver us with speed And all our zealous Followers From Fielding and from Vavasour Both ill affected men From Lunsford eke deliver us That eateth up Children Thy holy Burton Bastwick Lord keep them in thy Bosome Eke him that hath kept out the King Worshipfull Sir John Hotham Put down the King and Hartford Lord And keep them down for aye Thy chosen Pym set up on high And eke the good Lord Say For Warwick wee beseech thee Lord Be thou his strong defence Holland Brooks and S shield And eke his Oxcellence For B and K to That are both wise and stout Who have rebuk'd the King of late And his ungodly Rout. Once more we pray for Parliament That they may sit secure And may their Consultations From Age to Age endure Let all the Godly say Amen And let them Praises sing To God and to the Parliament And all that hate the King The Round-heads Race I Will not say for the Worlds store The World 's now drunk for did I The Faction which now reigns would roare But I will swear 't is giddy And all are prone to this same Fit That it their Object make For every thing runs Round in it And no form else will take To the Round-Nose Peculiar is The Ruby and the Rose The Round-lip gets away the Kisse And that by Favour goes The Round-beard for Talke of State Carry it at the Club The Round-Robin by a like fate Is Victor in the Tubb Hanworths Round-block speak pollicy The Round-hose Riches draw The Round-heads for the Gospell bee The Round Copes for the Law Tom his Round Garbe so rules all o're The pox take him for mee That e're lookes for square dealing more And hears an health to thee On the Queens Departure UP up wrong'd Charls his friends what can you be Thus Mantled In a stupid Lethargie When all the world 's in Arms and can there be Armies of Fears abroad and none with thee Breath out your souls in sighs melt into tears And let your griefs be equal to your fears The Sphaeres are all a jarring and their jarres Seems counter-like to Calculate the Starres The Inferior Orbes aspire and do disdain To move at all unlesse they may attain The highest Room our Occedentall Sunne Eclips'd by Starres forsakes his Horizon Bright Cinthia too they say hath hid her face As 't were Impatient of her Sol's disgrace And our fears tell us that unlesse the Sunne Lend us his beams again the World will run Into another Chaos where will be Nought but the cursed Fruits of Anarchie Sedition Murder Rapine and what 's worse None to Implore for Aid Oh here 's the Curse But stay ye Starres what will ye wish to bee More Sunns then one will prove a Prodigie To afright the Amazed World will ye be-night That glorious Lamp that Fountain of all light Will none but Sol's own Chaire please your desire Take heed bold Stars you 'le set the world on fire Pyms Anarchy ASk me no more why there appears Dayly such troopes of Dragooners Since it is requisite you know They rob cum privilegio Ask me no more why th' Gaole confines Our Hierarchy of best divines Since some in Parliament agree T is for the Subjects Liberty Ask me no more why from Blackwall Great tumults come into Whitehall Since it 's allow'd by free consent The Priviledge of Parliament Ask me not why to London comes So many Musquets Pikes and Drums Although you fear they 'll never cease 'T is to protect the Kingdoms peace Ask me no more why little Finch From Parliament began to winch Since such as dare to hawk at Kings Can easie clip a Finches wings Ask me no more why Strafford's dead And why they aim'd so at his head Faith all the reason I can give 'T is thought he was too wise to live Ask me no more where 's all the Plate Brought in at such an easie rate They will it back to th' Owners bring In case it fall not to the King Ask me not why the House delights Not in our two wise Kentish Knights There Counsell never was thought good Because it was not understood Ask me no more why Lesley goes To seize all rich men as his foes Whilst Country Farmers sigh and sob Yeomen may beg when Kings do rob Ask me no more by what strange sight Londons Lord Maior was made a Knight Since there 's a strength not very far Hath as much power to make as mar Ask me no more why in this Age I fing so sharp without a Cage My answer is I need not fear Since England doth the burden bear Ask me no more for I grow dull Why Hotham kept the Town of Hull This answer I in brief do sing All things were thus when Pym was K To my Lord B. of S. he being at York My Lord WHen you were last at London 't was our fear Lest the same Rout which threatned Majesty Might strike at you 't is but the same Career To aime at Crowns and at the Miter fly For still the Scepter and the Crosier staffe Together fall ' cause they 're together
an uncouth kind Both for its Body and its mind Make hast and see 't else 't will be gon For now 't is sick and drawing on London sad London AN ECCHO WHat wants thee that thou art in this sad taking A King What made him first remove hence his residing syding Did any here deny him satisfaction Faction Tell me whereon this strength of Faction lyes On lyes What didst thou do when the King left Parliament Lament What terms would'st give to gain his Company Any But how wouldst serve him with thy best endeavour Ever What wouldst thou do if here thou couldst behold him Hold him But if he comes not what becomes of London Vndone Upon bringing in the Plate ALL you that would no longer To a Monarch be subjected Come away to Guildhall and be there liberall Your Wish shall be there effected Come come away bring your Gold bring your Jewells Your silver Shap't or Molten If the King you 'l have down and advance to the Crown Five Members and K Regard no Proclamations They 're Subjects fit to Jest on Elsing's far better than C. R. Resolv'd upon the Question Come come away c. You Aldermen first send in Your Chaines upon these Summons To buy Ropes ends for all the Kings Friends They 're Traytors to the Commons Come come away c. Your Basons large and Ewers Unto this use alot them If ere you mean your hands to clean From th'Sins by which you got them Come come away c. Bring in your Cannes and Gobletts You Citizens confiding And think it no scorn to drink in a Horn Of your own Wives providing Come come away c. Ye Bretheren strong and lusty The Sisters Exercise yee Get Babes of Grace and Spoons apace Both Houses do advise yee Come come away c. Let the Religious Sempstress Her silver Thimble bring here 'T will be a fine thing in deposing a King To say you had a Finger Come come away c. Your Childe 's redeemed Whistle May here obtain Admittance Nor shall that Cost be utterly lost They 'le give you an Acquittance Come come away c. The Gold and Silver Bodkin The Parliament woo'd ha both Which oft doth make the House to take A Journey on the Sabboth Come come away c. You that have store of Mony Bring 't hither and be thrifty If th' Parliament thrive they 'le so contrive You shall have back Four for Fifty Come come away c. If when the Councell's ended Your Plate you will recover Be sure you may the chief Head that day On the Bridge or Tower discover Come come away c. The Prentices Petition to the Close Committee TO you close Members wee the Young men come If Justice in this house has any Room With a Petition but it is for peace If you are vext pray let all Quarrells cease First for Religion If 't be no offence Nor hinder things of greater Consequence We hope you do suppose there 's some such thing ' Cause 'thas bin often mention'd by the King Wee 'ld hav 't establisht and do hold it fit That no Lay-Levites ought to meddle with 't Next that in spight of Treason we may have A happy peace but that we need not crave For when our bodkins cease 't wil be your pleasure That arms may cease not wanting wil but treasure Else you 'le but put the King to farther trouble To beat you to 't and make you Subjects double We know y' are powerfull and can wonders do Both by your Votes and Ordinances too In case all those Murther'd Innocent men May by your Votes be made alive again Then your admiring Spirits shall perswade us That neither War nor Famine can invade us Till then you 'le give us leave to trust our Eyes And from our sad Experience now grow wise Let not the Collonell 's gaping son o' th' City Be made the Mouth unto this close Committe Whose gaudy Troope because they 're boyes he boasts They are the Children of the Lord of Hosts And knows no reason for indeed t is ' scant Why States are not like Churches Militant Next that Truth Wisedome Justice Loyalty And Law five Members of our Faculty Who not by the King but you have been so long By Votes Expell'd from your Rebellious throng May be restored and in spight of Pym Be heard to speak their mind as well as him Which if not granted we do tell you this Your Lord whose head 's in a Parenthesis Shall not secure you but we shall unty That twisted Rabble of the Hierachy Clubs are good payments and'mongst other things Know we are as many Thousands as you Kings In the Interim pray tell your fore-horse Pym Just as he loves the King so we love him Londons Farewell to the Parliament FArewell to the Parliament with hey with hey Farewell to the Parliament with hoe Your dear delight the City Our wants have made us witty And a for the Close Committee With a hey trolly lolly loe Farewell the Lord of Essex with hey with hey Farewell the Lord of Essex with hoe He sleeps till eleven And leaves the Cause at six and seven But 't is no matter their hope 's in Heaven With hey trolly lolly loe Farewell the Lord Wharton with hey with hey Farewell the Lord Wharton with hoe The Saw-pit did hide him Whilst Hastings did out-ride him Then came Brooks and he out-ly'd him With hey trolly lolly loe Farewell Billy Stroud with hey with hey Farewell Billy Stroud with hoe He swore all Whartons lyes were true And it concern'd him so to do For he was in the Saw-pit too With hey trolly lolly loe Farewell the Lord Brooks with hey with hey Farewell the Lord Brooks with hoe He said but first he had got a Rattle That but one hundred fell in the Battle Besides Dogs Whores and such Parliament Cattle With hey trolly lolly loe Farewell Say and Seale with hey with hey Farewell Say and Seale with hoe May these Valiant Sons of Ammon All be Hang'd as high as Haman With the old Anabaptist they came on With hey trolly lolly loe Farewell K with hey with hey Farewell K with hoe Thy Father writ a Godly Book Yet all was fish that came to the hook Sure he is damn'd though but for his look With hey trolly lolly loe Farewell K with hey with hey Farewell K with hoe Thy House had been confounded In vain he had compounded If he had not got a Round-head With hey trolly lolly loe Farewell D H with hey with hey Farewell D H with hoe T was his Ambition or his need Not his Religion did the deed But his Widow hath tam'd him of the speed With hey trolly lolly loe Farewell John Hampden with hey with hey Farewell John Hampden with hoe Hee 's a sly and subtile Fox Well read in Buchanan and Knox And hee s gone down to goad the Oxe With hey trolly lolly loe Farewell John Pym with hey with hey Farewell John
next Here 's an Ola c. Take Munson's chaste motions towards a Wench The Sword of the Spirit handled by Gough The fear of the Judges that sate on the Bench When the Head of this Isle by the Tayle was lopt off Here 's an Ola c. Take all the old Speaker's Honesty whole For if it be lessen'd 't will prove little or none And if you have room you may stop up the hole With the Knighthood and Wisedom of Sir John his Son Here 's an Ola c. Take one of Sir Arthur's passionate dumps Sir Vane's Harry Vane's hearty Prayers for Monck The froth of the Good Old Cause worne to the stumps And modest Harry Martins discourse for a Punk Here 's an Ola c. Of Publick Faith an Ounce if you can get it Stew'd well in an Honest Committee-mans skull Then with the Coales of Peter's Devotion beat it 'T will give all the Devills in Hell Belly full Here 's an Ola c. Take the Whites of a Puritans lifted-up eyes And the Saffron engendred on a Presbyters gums Mr â—illye's Astrogolical Lyes And the meditations of Salloway biting his thumbs Here 's an Ola c. Of Lamâ—ert's Religion as much as a Nut And of his Wive's Honesty much thereabout With the spirit that moveth holy Brethren to rut And maketh the holy Sisters hold out Here 's an Ola c. Sow it in an Excise-man's Conscience well fear'd And in a French-man 's Codpiece 2. hours let it stew Then strow it o're with a Puritan's beard 'T is a Dish for the Devil and for his Dam too Here 's Ola c. But then if it want a Man to say grace It must be done by one that 's a Sinner An Independent Doctor just turn'd out on 's place Must needs be most fit to give thanks for this Dinner England's Triumph or The Rump Routed by a true Assertor of Englands Interest General George Monk A SONNET To the Tune of Fill up the Parliament full WHat makes the Souldiers To stand to their Arms 'T is for what they profest To keep us from harmes The Members secluded Comes in by fwarmes To fill up the Parliament full full full To fill up the Parliament full You know that the City Gates Late were thrown down The Walls too were order'd By Parliament frown But General Mâ—nk has pleas'd Souldier and Gown And fill'd up the Parliament full full full And fill up the Parliament full A dispute there was had By the Members secluded Brave Monk was the Umpire And found them deluded But Englands great joy Is now wholly concluded For he 's fill'd up the Parl. full full full For hee 's fill'd up the Parl. full Sir Arthur the Valiant Must make his Speech large Left the Members Excluded Lay Treason to 's Charge Hee 'd better have dealt With his New-castle Barge Than to sâ—e the Old P. full full full Than to see the old P. full The Aldermen Grave And the Commons o' th' City Imprisoned were The more is the pity But General Monk said That I will acquit ye For the P. now shall be full full full For the P. now shall be full Have you not seen Fresh Flowers in the Spring And bave you not heard A Cage-bird to sing But if the Cage-Members Would bring in the King It would fill up the Parl. full full full It would fill up the Parl. full The Parliament now will Come into their Geers For Secluded P That once lost his Ears Marcht in with his Rapier For Commons and Peers To fill up the Parliament full full full To fill up the Parliament full Whose often Declaring Has furnisht the Nation With Parliament Arguments Of the old Fashion And would have both King Lords and Peers in this Nation To fill up the Parliament full full full To fill up the Parliament full Our brave General Monk We bound are to thank The Honest Lord Fairfax Has plaid too his prank No thanks to be given To the Rump nor the Shank To fill up the Parliament full full full To fill up the Parliament full Had the City ne're mov'd Nor the Prentices strove They'd lost their Old Charter But MONK had a love To challenge the Grand Ones Which Mischiefs did move And so fill'd up the Parl full full full And so fill'd up the Parliament full The Parliament-Complment or the Re-admission of the Secluded Members to the Discharge of their long retarded Trust SInce sixteen hundred forty and odd We have soundly been lashed with our own rod And we have bowed our selves down at a Tyrants nod Which no body can deny Whe have seen a new thing call'd a Council of State Uâ—held by a Power that 's now out of date Put to thâ— Qâ—estion by th' Members of Forty eight Which c We have seen what we hope we shall ne'r see agin Now Lambert and Desbrow are snar'd in the gin The tayl cunningly pieced unto the skin Which c. A sword that has frighted our Laws out of door A Back sword I wot that must cut so no more By the honouâ— of Monk now quitting that score Which c. A Vote lately called the Judgement o' th' House To be esteemed and reputed not worth a Louse And the Grandee of Portsmouth made a fine chouse Which c. We have seen an Assessment a thing for Taxes Though the Common-wealth wane the private Waxes Swords into Plowshares and such Bills into Axes Which c. Another new story of Qualification That belong'd to no honest man of the Nation Like the ill contrived Authors quite out of Fashion Which c. Original sin was damn'd by that Law The Son of a Cavalier made a Jack-straw To be chewed again by their ravenous Jaw Which c. To fill up the House and to shuffle the deal New Writs issued out for their new Common-weal But it 's not worth asking who is 't payes the Seal Which c. I wonder who payes the late Parliament Printers That Place they may hold as many Summers as Winters And wish their Presses were broken in splinters Which c. A great many Traytors by them lately made Makes Treason be thought a Common trade Sir George Booth and Jack Lambert a while in the shade Which c. We shall now sure give over that word sequester Now the tail is cured of that rankling fester The twentieth of April is much about Easter Which c. How many thanks of the House ha' been idely spent Upon people that still have been Male-content But they must fall from those dainties in this shriving Lent Which c That honourable favour no more shall be given To the factious merit of a Party Hell-driven For now our twenty years odds will be even Which c. Then room for our Prisoners detain'd in the Tower And away with the new Lieutenants power Who 's minting the widdowed Good Old Causes Dower Which c. Sir George Booth shall not think this a hit of sate Nor Excuse his
and leave us none but us There 's President for this this was the feat That pluckt the Bishops from the Barons seat This wrought good Orders manag'd many a Vote This Art must my Disciples learn by Rote But if the Accommodation chance to spring Into debate then your Artillery bring And lay that flat that cold my Genius starts With fear to find i th' House two Loyal hearts Seem though we must teeth outwards to comply And humbly kisse the feet of Majesty Yet live we cannot but obedience dead Nor stand elsewhere but on the Kingdoms head Calmes proper are for guiltlesse sons of Peace Our Vessels bear out best in storming Seas Charles must not reign secure whilst reigns a Pym The Sun if it rise with us must set with him You have one pleasure which must be exprest To Leicester Pembroke St and your rest Bid Essex Percy and your Quondam Grom O' th stool to wait us in the Princes Room Some of you subtilly may in Cottons walk Sit and allure Affection by your talk 'T will be a work worthy your nimble wit To gain the Devil and us a Proselyte So to your businesse yet ere you be gone Take my advice then blessing light upon Your nimble Votes and first be sure you shroud Your dark designs in a Religious Cloud Gods Glory Churches Good Kings head Supreme A Preaching Minister must be your Tâ—eame Next structure of your Babel to be built Must speciously be varnisht o're and gilt With Liberty Propriety of lives And fortunes ' gainst th' high stretcht Prerogatives And then a Speech or two most neatly spent For Rights and Privilege of Parliament These two well mixt you 're need no other lures To gain the People and to make them yours If Charles displeased with some witty tart Message and justly too shall make you start Saying ye have put him to his Guard be sure Ye then be loud enough and first cry Whore War rais'd against the Parliament a great Hinderance of the Irish Ayde and strong Abet Unto the Rebels then if any thing You have may blast the Honour of the King Be it had enough no matter from what hand Wee 'l Vote it true and then to believe command But on your memories if I impose no more You cannot misse your way when I 'me before Rise Synna Sylla Marius Gracchus Ghost With the rest of the whole Mechanick Host Romes greatest Earth-quakes and this little trunck Make with your desperate Spirits deeply drunk Up from your drousie urnes the Ghost of those My Ancestors that Richard did depose Drop fresh into my breast my soul inspire And strongly actuate me with your fire That theirs thus mixt with my Malitious Gall Mine may with theirs fully possesse you all Go and exceed their Villanies as much more As theirs did all attempts that was before Act past example that it may be known You copied no example but your own And if in after times when silently We sleep another siâ—ebrand chance to be 'T will be chief Crown and Glory unto him To say he playd his Prancks like you and Pym. Upon Mr. Pyms Picture REader behold the Counterfeit of him Who now controuls the Land Almighty Pym A man whom even the Devil to fear begins And dares not trust him with succesless sins A man who now is wading through the Floud Of Reverend Lauds and Noble Straffords Bloud To strike so high as to put Bishops down And in the Miter to controul the Crown The Wretch hath mighty thoughts and entertains Some Glorious Mischief in his Active Brains Where now he 's plotting to make England such As may out-vye the villany of the Dutch He dares not go to Heaven ' cause he doth fear To meet and not pull down the Bishops there Is it not strange that in that Shuttle-head Three Kingdoms ruines should be buried Is it not strange there should be hatch't a Plot Which should out-doe the Treason of the Scot And even the Malice of a Puritan Reader behold and hate the poysonous man The Picture 's like him yet 't is very fit He adde one likeness more that 's hang like it A Song To the Tune of Blue Cappe for me LEt Scots now return at Lesleys demand How all the Affairs in the North-part do stand And tell him the Parliament is fully agreed To send him good store of Mony with speed To serve their occasions thus say they shall find For to come to passe when the Devil is blind Let all their Brethren be new circumcis'd And Burton and for Saints canonis'd And at the Sacrament sit for their ease And pray unto God even just when they please The Scots in despite shall please their own mind And do what they please when the Devil is blind Next they will have in each City and Town All painted Glasse-windows to be pull'd down One Bell in a Church to call them away It 's enough when the Spirit doth move them to pray Without any Surplice or Tippet behind The Priest shall say Service when the Devil is blind Lastly the Parliament in any case Will down with all Organs for Piping is base No cringing below the Altar shall be For that is a Trick of Idolatry Now tell me good Scots are not English-men kind But when this comes to passe say the Devil is blind Mr. Hampdens Speech against Peace at the close Committee To the Tune of I went from England BUt will you now to Peace incline And languish in the Main design And leave us in the lurch I would not Monarchy destroy But only as the way to enjoy The ruine of the Church Is not the Bishops Bill deny'd And we still threatned to be try'd You see the King embraces Those Councellours he approv'd before Nor doth he promise which is more That we shall have their Places Did I for this bring in the Scot For 't is no Secret new the Plot Was Sayes and mine together Did I for this return again And spend a Winter there in vain I went more to invite them hither Though more our Mony than our Cause Their Brotherly assistance draws My labour was not lost At my Return I brought you thence Necessity their strong Pretence And these shall quit the Cost Did I for this my County bring To help their Knight against their King And raise the first Sedition Though I the Business did decline Yet I contriv'd the whole Design And sent them their Petition So many nights spent in the City In that invisible Committee The Wheele that governs all From thence the Change in Church and State And all the Mischiefs bear the date From Haberdashers Hall Did we force Ireland to despair Upon the King to cast the War To make the World abhor him Because the Rebells us'd his Name Though we our selves can do the same While both alike were for him Then the same Fire we kindled here With that was given to quench it there And wisely lost that Nation To do as crafty
to baul ' Gainst Bishops Courts Canonical Wee 'll ask no more Let him be hang'd a Surplice wears And Tippet on his shoulders bears Raggs of the Whore Secure us from our needlesse fears Let and Burton have their ears Wee 'll ask no more Reform each University And in them let no Learning be A great Eye-sore From hence make Romes Arminians flee That none may have free-will but wee Wee 'll ask no more Lest the Elect should go astray Let Coblers teach you the right way To Heavens door And lest their soles should wear away Let them their Sisters underlay Wee 'll ask no more Next from the Bishops Hierarchy Oh the word sounds but scurvily Let 's hear 't no more It ne're was taught the Apostles by Lay-Elders may the place supply Wee 'll ask no more Next for the State we think it fit That Mr. Pym should govern it He 's very poor The money that 's for Ireland writ Faith let them have the Devil a bit Wee 'll ask no more For ordering the Militia Let us ordain a new new way Ne're heard before Let the Great Council bear the sway If you will give us leave you may Wee 'll ask no more In this we will not be deny'd Because in you wee 'll not confide We know wherefore The Citizens their Plate provide Do you but send in yours beside Wee 'll ask no more Now if that you 'll make Hull your own There 's one thing more we must set down Forgot before Sir John shall then give up the Town If you will but resign your Crown Wee 'll ask no more The Answer to the Petition c. I Charles the King will be so kind To give you leave to take your mind Of all my store When I you Loyal Subjects find And you those Members have resign'd I askt before And when Religion 's all your cares Or London have such heed of theirs They had before When Warwick from Geneva dares Now Printed bring the Common-Prayers And read them o're When all your Consultations tend To pay what you have made men lend None knows wherefore When you no more shall say you 'll send And bring me fairly to mine end You 'll ask no more When your Smectymnuus Surplice wears Or Tippet on his shoulders bears Raggs of the Whore When Burton and Bastwick dares With your good leaves but shew their Eares They 'll ask no more When what I borrowed I shall see Y'have paid each Universitie Of th' City store And Doctors Chaplains Fellows be Free-willers of pluralitie They 'll ask no more When the elect shall make such hast By th' Bretheren to be embrac't In Tubs on floore When Coblers they shall preach their last At Conventicles on a Fast They 'll ask no more When Bishops all the House adorns And Round-heads for their absence mourns A great Eye-sore When ev'ry Citizen lesse scorns Lord Wentworth's head then Essex horns You 'll ask no more When you no more shall dare hereafter A needlesse thing which gains much laughter Granted before When Pym is sent to Ireland slaughter And ne're more hopes to marry my Daughter You 'll ask no more When you have found a clearer way For ordering the Militia Then heard before When Atkins on the Training day Sha'nt dare his Office to bewray Hee 'll ask no more When naught to me shall be deny'd And you shall all in me confide Good cause therefore When Denmark shall for me provide And now Lord Digby's on my side Ask me no more Last when I shall make Hull my own This one thing more I must set down Forgot before When I have got into the Town I 'le make ten more besides that Clown Kneele and implore To the five Principal Members of the Honourable House of Commons The Humble Petition of the POETS AFter so many Concurring Petitions From all Ages and Sexes and all conditions We come in the Rear to present our Follies To Pym Stroude Haslerig Hampden and And we hope for our labour we shall not be shent For this comes from Christendom not from Kent Though set form of Prayers be an Abomination Set forms of Petitions find great Approbation Therfore as others from th' bottom of their souls So wee from the depth and bottom of our Bowles According unto the blessed form taught us We thank you first for the Ills you have brought us For the Good we receive we thank him that gave it And you for the Confidence only to crave it Next in course we Complain of the great violation Of Privilege like the rest of our Nation But 't is none of yours of which we have spoken Which never had being untill they were broken But ours is a Privilege Antient and Native Hangs not on Ordinance or power Legislative And first 't is to speak whatever we please Without fear of a Prison or Pursuivants fees Next that we only may lye by Authority But in that also you have got the Priority Next an old Custom our Fathers did name it Poâ—tical license and alwayes did claim it By this we have power to change Age in Youth Turn Non-sence into Sence and Falshood to Truth In brief to make good whatsoever is faulty This art some Poet or the Devil has taught ye And this our Property you have invaded And a Privilege of both Houses have made it But that trust above all in Poets reposed That Kings by them only are made and Deposed This though you cannot do yet you are willing But when we undertake Deposing or Killing They 're Tyrants and Monsters and yet then the Poet Takes full Revenge on the Villains that do it And when we resume a Scepter or a Crown We are Modest and seek not to make it our own But is 't not presumption to write Verses to you Who make the better Poems of the two For all those pretty Knacks you do compose Alas what are they but Poems in prose And between those and ours there 's no difference But that yours want the rhime the wit and the sense But for lying the most Noble part of a Poet You have it abundantly and your selves know it And though you are Modest and seem to abhor it 'T has done you good service and thank He'ven for it Although the old Maxime remains still in force That a Sanctified Cause must have a Sanctified Course If poverty be a part of our Trade So far the whole Kingdome Poets you have made Nay even so far as undoing will do it You have made King Charles in manner a Poet But provoke not his Muse for all the world knows Already you have had too much of his Prose The Parliaments Pedigree NO Pedigrees nor Projects Of after-times I tell Nor what strange things the Parliament In former times befell Nor how an Emperour got a King Nor how a King a Prince But you shall hear what Progenies Have been begotten since The Devil he a Monster got Which was both strong and stout This many-headed
Common whore That hath been long a fading There 's no man will buy Ye may leave to swear and lie As ye use to do in your trading There 's something Behind That lies in the winde And brings you thus to nothing What doth then remain O the Parliament must raign And you 'll have A King and no King But though their power can From a VVoman turn a Man If they please so to declare him Yet let them take heed The King is King indeed And the Souldiers cannot spare him Is 't nothing ye think 24. in a Link Kings that make his succession Besides for our Good Three Princes of the Brood And three Kingdoms in Possession And all his Vertues too Should be something to you If they could ought amend you But ' cause Hee 's Chaste and Just You 'd have Cruelty and Lust Another King Harry God send you But if you mean to thrive And keep your trades alive And bring to your City treasure Give the King his full Rate As well as to the State And let Him have London measure The Players Petition to the Parliament HEroick Sirs you glorious nine or ten That can depose the King and the Kings men Who by your Sublime Rhetorick agree That prisons are the Subjects libertie And though we sent in silver at great rates You plunder to secure us our Estates Your serious subtilty is grown so grave We dare not tell you how much power you have At least you dare not hear us how you frown If we but say King Pym wears Charles his Crown Such a word's Treason and you dare not hear it Treason to speak it and yet not to wear it O wise mysterious Synod what shall we Do for such men as you e're forty three Be half expir'd and an unlucky season Shall set a period to Triennial Treason When the fields pitcht and some for all their skill Shall fight a Bloody Battel on Tower-Hill Where Master Pym your wise judicious Schollar Ascends his Throne and takes his Crown in Coller When Canterbury coming forth shall wonder You have so long secur'd him from the Thunder Of King-hunting Prentices and the Mayor Shall jussel zealous Isaack from his Chair Fore-seeing Brookes thou drewst a happy lot 'T was a wise Bolt although 't was quickly shot But whilst you live our loude Petition craves That we the true Subjects and the true Slaves May in our Comick mirth and Tragick rage Set up the Theatre and shew the Stage The shop of truth and fancy and we Vow Not to Act any thing you disallow We will not dare at your strange Votes to Jeaâ— Not personate King Pym with his State-flear Aspiring Cataline shall be forgot Bloody Seâ—anus or who e're would Plot Confusion to a State the Warrs betwixt The Parliament and just Henry the sixt Shall have no thought or mention cause their power Not only plac'd but left him in the Tower Noâ— yet the Grave advice of learned Pym Make a Malignant and then Plunder him All these and such like actions as may maâ— Your soaring Plots and shew you what you are We will omit lest that your mention shake 'um Why should the men be wiser then you make ' um Methinks there should not such a difference be 'Twixt our profession and your quality You meet plot talk consult with minds immense The like with us but only we speak sense Inferiour unto you we can tell how To depose Kings there we are more then you Although not more then what you would theâ— we Likewise in our vast Privilege agree Only yours are the longer and controules Not only Lives and fortunes but mens Souls For you declare by Aenigmatick sense A Privilege over mens Conscience As if the Trinity would not consent To save a Soul without the Parliament Wee make the People laugh at some vain shew And as they laugh at us they doe at you But then i' th Contrary we disagree For you can make them cry faster then wee Your Tragedies more really are exprest You murder men in Earnest wee in Jest. There we come short But if you follow 't thus Some wise men fear you will come short of us Now humbly as we did begin Wee pray Dear School-masters you 'd give us leave to play Quickly before the King come for we wou'd Be glad to say y 'ave done a little good Since you have sate your Play is almost done As well as ours would it had ne'er begun For we shall see e're the last Act be spent Enter the King Exeunt the Parliament And hey then up go we who by the frown Of guilty Consciences have been kept down So may you still remain and sit and Vote And through your own beam see your brothers mote Until a legal trial do shew how You us'd the King and hey then up goe you So pray your humble Slaves with all their powers That they may have their due and you have yours A Madrigall on Justice alluding to the PARLIAMENT JUstice is here made up of Might With two left hands but ne're a right And men that are well-sighted find This Justice sits with both eyes blind Yet though the Matron cannot see She holds that edg'd Sword Cruelty Which that it may not rust she whets In cutting off the Islands Teats Who long since did Anathemize Englands too too much seeing eyes Because they have been found to be Guilty of Wit and Piety All this and more they rudely vent By Privilege of Parliament All former Laws fall head-long down And are themselves now lawless grown Equity hath been lately try'd And Right it self been rectin'd The rules that shew a Christian how To live must all be ruled now The Lesson here to learn is brought And Ethicks better manners taught Religion and the Churches wealth Of late deprived of their health Were brought to th' House that they might be Cured of their Integrity We found a seam for this great rent By Privilege of Parliament Most men do now the Buttocks lick Of their great body Politick For not the head but breech is it By which the Kingdom now doth sit The world is chang'd and we have Choyces Not by most Reasons but most Voyces The Lion's trod on by the Mouse The lower is the upper House As once from Chaos order came So do their orders Chaos frame And smoothly work the Lands delusion By a Methodical Confusion These are the things that lately went By Privilege of Parliament They would not have the kingdom fall By an Ignoble Funeral But piously prefer the Nation To a renowned Decollation The feet and lower parts 't is sed Would trample on and off the head What ere they say this is the thing They love the Charles but hate the King To make an even Grove one stroke Should lift the Shrubb unto the Oake Anew-found musick they would make A Gamut but no Ela take This is the pious good intent Of Privilege of Parliament In all humilitie they crave Their
Soveraign to be their Slave Desiring him that he would be Betray'd to them most loyally For it were Meeknesse sure in him To be a Vice-Roy unto Pym And if he would a while lay down His Scepter Majestie and Crown He should be made for time to come The greatest Prince in Christendom Charles at this time not having need Thank'd them as much as if he did This is the happy wish'd event Of Privilege of Parliament Pym that ador'd Publicola Who play'd the base Who got a Lust to sacrifice The HeroeÌ„ to the Peoples Eyes Whose back-from-Hell-fetch'd-knaverie By some is nick-nam'd policie Would be a Lyon with a pox When at the best hee 's but a Fox And just like him that set on fire The hallowed Ephesian Spire Hath purchas'd to be largely known In that he is an Addage grown All this to honest John is lent By Privilege of Parliament The Valiant House was not afeard To pull our Aaron by the Beard To hide dark deeds from Gazers sights Strove to blow out the Churches Lights That squares might run round as their head They long to have the Rochet sped They Vote down Universities Lest men from thence become too wise And their benighted deeds display Whose works of darknesse hate the day Hence they prefer in every Town The Petticoat before the Gown These blessings to the Land are sent By Privilege of Parliament They put forth Orders Declarations Unacted Laws and Protestations Oâ— which all can be said is this The whole is one Parenthesis Because the sence without all doubt Were ne're the lesse were all left out Petitions none must be presented But what are by themselves invented Else they not heal but Cicatrize And from the cure a Scar doth rise Though Holy Cut the fault commit Yet â—ong tail must be paid for it Unto this wound was laid a Tent By Privilege of Parliament They paid the Scottish debt and thus To be more honest they rob'd us They feed the poor with what think ye Why sure with large Calamity And once a month they think it fitting To fast from sin because from sitting They would have winde and storms supprest To drive the Hallcyon from her Nest Charles is a Picture they make bold To use the Scepter he should hold They'd pull down one but give as good A Golden Crown made up of Wood And thus is Justice justly rent By Privilege of Parliament The Call Hoe Yes IF there be any Traytor Viper or Wigeon That will fight against God for the true Religion That to maintain the Parliaments Votes Of all true Subjects will cut the throats That for the King and his Countries good Will consume all the Land with Fire and Blood I say If any such Traytor Viper Mutineer be born Let him repair to the Lord with the double gilt Horn. Englands Woe I Mean to speak of Englands sad fate To help in mean time the King and his Mate That 's ruled by an Antipodian State Which no body can deny But had these seditious times been when We had the life of wise Poet Ben Parsons had never been Parliament men Which no body can deny Had Statesmen read the Bible throughout And not gone by the Bible so round about They would have ruled themselves without doubt Which no body can deny But Puritans now bear all the sway They 'll have no Bishops as most men say But God send them better another day Which no body can deny Zealous P has threatned a great downfall To cut off long locks that is bushy and small But I hope he will not take ears and all Which no body can deny P Burton sayes women that 's lewd and loose Shall wear no stallion locks for a bush They 'll only have private boyes for their use Which no body can deny They 'll not allow what pride it brings Nor favours in hats nor no such things They 'll convert all ribbands to Bible strings Which no body can deny God blesse our King and Parliament And send he may make such K repent That breed our Land such discontent Which no body can deny And blesse our Queen and Prince also And all true Subjects both high and low The Brownings can pray for themselves you know Which no body can deny Upon Ambition Occasioned by the Accusation of the Earl of STRAFFORD in the year 1640. HOw uncertain is the State Of that greatnesse we adore When Ambitiously we sore And have ta'en the glorious height 'T is but Ruine gilded o're To enslave us to our fate Whose false Delight is easier got then kept Content ne'er on its gaudy Pillow slept Then how fondly do we try With such superstitious care To build Fabricks in the Ayr Or seek safety in that sky Where no Stars but Meteors are That portend a ruine nigh And having reacht the object of our ayme We find it but a Pyramid of flame The Argument WHen the unfetter'd Subjects of the Seas The Rivers found their silver feet at ease No sooner summon'd but they swiâ—tly went To meet the Ocean at a Parliament Did not the petty Fountains say their King The Ocean was no Ocean but a Spring As now some do the Power of Kings dispute And think it lesse ' cause more is added to 't Pale Ignorance can the excesse of store Make him seem poorer then he was before The Stars the Heavens inferiour Courtiers may Govern Nights Darknesse but not rule the Day Where the Sun Lords it should they all Combine With Lucia in her brightest dresse to shine Their light 's but faint Nor can he be subdu'd Although but one and they a Multitude Say Subjects are you Stars be it allow'd You justly of your numbers may be proud But to the Sun inferiour for know this Your Light is borrow'd not your Own but His And as all streams into the Ocean run You ought to pay your Contribution Then do not such Ingratitude oppresse To make him low that could have made you lesse The Character of a Roundhead 1641. WHat Creature 's this with his short hairs His little band and huge long ears That this new faith hath founded The Puritans were never such The Sanits themselves had ne'er so much Oh such a knave 's a Rounded What 's he that doth the Bishops hate And count their Calling reprobate Cause by the Pope propounded And saies a zealous Cobler's better Then he that studieth every letter Oh such a knave 's a Roundhead What 's he that doth high Treason say As often as his yea and nay And wish the King confounded And dare maintain that Master Pym Is fitter for the Crown then him Oh such a rogue 's a Roundhead What 's he that if he chance to hear A piece of London's Common-Prayer Doth think his Conscience wounded And goes five miles to preach and pray And lyes with 's Sister by the way Oh such a rogue 's a Roundhead What 's he that met a holy Sister And in an Hay-cock gently kist her Oh! then
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
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
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
flesh and blood the Skeleton And superfices of a thing that 's gone The winter quarter of a life the tinder And body of a corps squeez'd to a cinder When no more tortures can be thought upon Mercy shall flow into oblivion Mercifull Hell thy Judges are but three Ours multiform and in plurality Thy calmer censures flow without recall And in one doom souls see their finall All. We travel with expectance Suffrings here Are but the earnests of a second fear Thy plagues and pains are infinite 't is true Ours are not only infinite but new So that the dread of what 's to come exceeds The anguish of that part already bleeds This only difference swells 'twixt us and you Hell has the kinder Devils of the two The Model of the New Religion WHoop Mr. Vicar in your flying frock What news at Babel now how stands the Cock When wags the floud no Ephimerides Nought but confounding of the languages No more of th' Saints arival or the chance Of three pipes two pence and an ordinance How many Queer-religions clear your throat May a man have a peny-worth four a groat Or do the Junsto leap at truss-a-fayle Three Tenents clap while five hang on the tayle No Querpo model never a knack or wile To preach for Spoons and Whistles cross or pile No hints of truth on foot no sparks of grace No late sprung light to dance the wilde-goose chase No Spiritual Dragoones that take their flames From th' inspiration of the City Dames No crums of comfort to relieve your cry No new dealt mince-meat of Divinity Come lets 's project by the great late Eclipse We justly fear a famine of the lips for Sprats are rose an Omer for a sowse Which gripes the conclave of the lower House Let 's therefore vote a close humiliation For opening the seal'd eyes of this blind Nation That they may see confessingly and swear They have not seen at all this fourteen year And for the splints and sâ—avins too t is said All the joynts have the Riffcage since the head Swell'd so prodigious and exciz'd the parts From all Allegiance but in tears and hearts But zealous Sir what say to a touch at Prayer How Quops the spirit In what garb or ayre With Souse erect or pendent winks or haws Sniveling or the extention of the jaws Devotion has its mode Dear Sir hold forth Learning 's a venture of the second worth For since the peoples rise and its sad fall We are inspir'd from much to none at all Brother adieu I see y' are closely girt A costive Dover gives the Saints the squirt Hence Reader all our flying news contracts Like the States Fleet from the Seas into Acts But where 's the Model all this while you 'll say 'T is like the Reformation run away To a Fair Lady weeping for her Husband Committed to Prison by the Parliament 1643. TUsh let them keep him if they can He 's not in hold while you are free Come sigh no more but pledge the man What though in Fetters yet can he Be Prisoner unto none but thee Then dry your Eyes for every tear Makes them like drowned worlds appear Post through the Aire my fancy went With wings disguis'd and there stood by When he was brought to th' Parliament And streight to th' Bar to th' Bar they cry The smiling Captain asked Why With that they soon drew up his Charge Which Lady you shall hear at large Imprimis he was married late With a Gold Ring unto a Dame Would make the best of us a Mate Witty Pretty Young and Quaint And fairer then our selves can Paint Her lips do set mens teeth on edge Sure 't is a Breach of Priviledge And her Malignant beauty can Provoke our Members up to rise Nay make our General prove a man And the Star-Chamber of her Eyes Robs Subjects of their Liberties And then her voice keeps Eares in awe Even like the High-Commission Law Nay more the fair Delinquent hath A pair of Organs in her throat Which when she doth inspire with breath She can command in every noat More then both our Houses Vote Her very Hair put in Array Can fetter our Militia Her Cheeks still Natures Pattent have Not yet call'd in for only 〈◊〉 In them ingrossed all that 's brave And other Ladies Hucksters be Her Beauty 's the Monopolie When theirs is spent to her they come And chaffer with her face for some She keeps an Alter on her brow Her Eyes two Tapers on each side There Superstitious Lovers bow Her Name is Mary too beside Who owns a Faith that 's sanctifi'd Let 's clap up him till further leisure And send for her to wait our pleasure Then go fair Lady follow him Fear no Trumpet fear no Drum Fair Women may prevail with Pym And one sweet smile when there you come Will quickly strike the Speaker dumb If not then let one tear be spent And 't will dissolve the Parliament Mr. Fullers Complaint ENgland once Europes joy Now her scorn Ambitious to be forlorn Self by self torn Stand amaz'd Thy woes are blaz'd By silence best And wanting words even wonder out the rest Help Gracious King The source and spring Of all our bliss Alas the fault 's not his Good Prince how is he griev'd That he 's mistook Or what 's a Curse Far worse he is not believ'd Help long-wisht for Parliament If so good by your intent And will And skill Why ill is your successe Alas Malignant humors lurk And cause the Physick not to work To give our woes redresse Help in the Law ye Learned Sages Studied well in former ages But our Rents Are above all Presidents In fight what 's might That 's right For Statutes are by Lawyers awed And Common-law by Canon-law out-lawed Help ye Divines our souls to plaister Settle the Legacy which your Master Bequeath'd to his own at his decease Even Peace Alas alas in Gilead Where is no balm for to be had O Cruell They that should holy water bring bring fiery fuell No help no help Why then 't is vain For to complain And why men sin with all their heart Sorrow only but in part And still they cry That all is ill And love to make 't and keep 't so still Since then our wounds Are grown so wide And all means try'd And all deny'd Good God help us at last Before all help be past For this is sure Men made the wounds but God alone can help the cure Upon wearing the Kings Colours ALas what take ye pepper in the Nose To see King Charles his Colours worne in Pose 'T was but an Ornament to grace the Hat And must we have an Ordinance for that O serious worthies how can you dispence With so much time to draw a Grievance thence But you do very well to make it known When others Liberties surmounts your own You can and will suppresse it well you may Do even what you please we must obey I hope you
'e be merry drink Sack and Sherry And we will sing Boys God blesse the King Boys Cast up our Caps and cry Vive le Roy. What though the wise make Alderman Isaack Put us into Prison and steal our Estates Though we are forced to be un-horsed And walk on foot as it pleaseth the Fates In the Kings Army no man will harm ye Then come along Boyes valiant and strong Boys Fight for your Goods which the Roundheads enjoyes And when you venter London to enter And when you come Boys with Phife and Drum Boyes Isaack himself shall cry Vive le Roy. If not then chuse him 't will not excuse him Since honest Parliaments never made them Theeves Charles ne're did furder Theeves dipt in Murder Never by Pardon long Lease or Reprieves For such Conditions and Propositions Will not be granted then be not daunted We will our honest old Customes enjoy Pauls now rejected shall be respected And in the Quire Voyces sing hire Thanks to Jehovah then Vive le Roy. On two Parliaments dissolved TWo Parliaments dissolv'd then let my heart As they in Faction it in fraction part And like the Levite sad with rage ascribe My piece-meal Portion to each broken Tribe And say that Bethlehem Judahs love hath been Wrong'd by the Fag-end crue of Benjamin O Let such High presumption be accurst When the last Tribe shall wrong the best and first While like the Levite our best Charles may say The Ravenous Wolf hath seiz'd the Lions prey Thus oft Inferiour Subjects are not shye A love to mock at Sacred Majesty What Faculty should not be injured If that the Feet had Power to spurn the Head And Kings Prerogative may soon fall down When Subjects make a Footstool of a Crown The Starrs the Heavens Inferiour Courtiers might Command the Darknesse but not rule the Light Nor him that made it should they all combine With Luna at the fuâ—l our Sun should shine Brighter than they nor can he be subdu'd Though he but one and they a Multitude Say Subjects ye were Starrs and 't were allow'd You justly of the Number might be proud Yet to your Sun be humble and know this Your Light is borrowed not your own but His. When the unfettered Subjects of the Seas The Fountains felt their feet and ease No sooner summon'd but they nimbly went To meet the Ocean at a Parliament Did then these petty Fountains say their King The Ocean was no Ocean but a Spring Let me alone if fresh excess of store Can make me poorer than I was before And shall we then the power of Kings dispute And count it lesse when more is added to 't No let the Common body iâ— it can Be not a River but an Ocean And swell into a Deluge till it hide The top of Mountains in its teeming pride Kings like Noahs Ark are nearer to the Skies The more the Billows underneath them rise You then who if your hearts were first in love Might sit in Counsell with the Gods Above You that do question your Kings Power Below If you come there will you use Heavens King so Do not aspire you must take up you rest More safe Below than in the Eagles nest Hath Clemency offended will you harm And pluck the Sun from Heaven that makes you warm No King nor Bishops please what have we got An Outside English and an Inside Scot If Faction thus our Countries Peace distracts You may have want of Parliaments not Acts. Ill-ended Sessions and yet well begun Too much being spoke hath made too little done So Faction thrives Puritanism bears sway None must do any thing but only Say Stoop stoop you baren-headed Hills confess You might be fruitfuller if ye were lesse Tremble ye thred-bare Commons are you vext That Lambs feed on ye Lions will come next Collonel Vennes Encouragement to his Souldiers A SONG Fight on brave Souldiers for the Cause Fear not the Cavaliers Their threatnings are as sencelesse as Our jealousies and fears 'T is you must perfect this great Work And all Malignants slay You must bring back the King again The clean contrary way 'T is for Religion that you fight And for the Kingdoms good By robbing Churches plundering them And shedding Guiltlesse blood Down with the Orthodoxal train All Loyal Subjects slay When these are gone we shall be blest The clean contrary way When Charles we have made Banckrupt Of Power and Crown bereft him And all his Loyal Subjects slain And none but Rebells left him When we have beggar'd all the Land And sent our Trunks away Wee 'le make him then a Glorious Prince The clean contrary way 'T is to preserve his Majesty That we against him fight Nor ever are we beaten back Because our Cause is right If any make a scruple at Our Declarations say Who fight for us fight for the King The clean contrary way At Keinton Brainsford Plymouth York And divers Places more What Victories we Saints obtain The like nere seen before How often we Prince Rupert kill'd And bravely wonne the day The wicked Cavaliers did run The clean contrary way The true Religion we maintain The Kingdoms Peace and Plenty The Priviledge of Parliament Not known to One of twenty The antient Fundamental Laws And teach men to obey Their lawfull Soveraign and all these The clean contrary way Wee Subjects Liberties preserve By Imprisonment and Plunder And do enrich our selves and State By keeping th' Wicked under Wee must preserve Mechanicks now To Lectorize and pray By them the Gospel is advanc't The clean contrary way And though the King be much misled By that Malignant Crew Hee 'le find us honest at the last Give all of us our due For we do wisely plot and plot Rebellion to allay He sees wee stand for Peace and Truth The clean contrary way The Publique-Faith shall save our Souls And our good Works together And Ships shall save our Lives that stay Only for Winde and Weather But when our Faith and Workes fall down And all our Hopes decay Our Acts will bear us up to Heaven The clean contrary way A Second Western Wonder YOu heard of that wonder of the Lightening and Thunder Which made the lye so much the louder Now liâ—t to another that Miracles Brother Which was done with a Firkin of Powder Oh what a damp struck through the Camp But as for Honest Sir Ralph It blew him to the Vies without beard or eyes But at least three heads and a half When out came the book which the New-monger took From the preaching Ladies Letter Where in the first place stood the Conquerors face VVhich made it shew so much the better But now without lying you may paint him flying At Bristoll they say you may finde Great William the Con so fast he did run That he left half his name behind And now came the Post saves all that was lost But alas we are past deceiving By a trick so stale or else such a tayl Might mount for
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
Times increase I gather There 's a time to hold ones peace The Commoners 1 COme your wayes Bonny Boyes Of the Town For now is the time or never Shall your fears Or your cares Cast you down Hang your wealth And your health Get renown We all are undone for ever Now the King and the Crown Are tumbling down And the Realm doth groan with disasters And the scum of the land Are the men that command And our Slaves are become our Masters 2 Now our lives Children wives And Estate Are a prey to the lust and plunder To the rage Of our age And the fate Of our land Is at hand 'T is too late To tread these Vsurpers under First down goes the Crown Then follows the Gown Thus levell'd are we by the Roundhead While Church and State must Feed their Pride and their Lust And the Kingdom and King confounded 3 Shall we still Suffer ill And be dumb And let every Varlet undo us Shall we doubt Of each Lowt That doth come With a voice Like the noise Of a Drum And a Sword or a Buff-coat to us Shall we lose our estates By plunder and rates To bedeck those proud upstarts that swagger Rather fight for your meat Which these Locusts do eat Now every man 's a beggar The Scots Curanto 1. COme come away to the English wars A fig for our Hills and Valleys 'T was we did begin and will lengthen their jarrs We 'l gain by their loss and folleys Let the Nations By invasions Break through our barrs They can get little good by their salleys 2. Though Irish and English entred be The State is becomâ— our Debtor Let them have our Land if their own may be free And the Scot will at length be a getter If they crave it Let them have it What care we We would fain change our Land for a better 3. Long have we longed for the English Land But we are hindred still by disasters But now is their time when they can't withstand But are their own Countries wasters If we venter We may enter By command And at last we shall grow to be Masters 4. When at first we began to rebell Though they did not before regard us How the name of a Scot did the English quell Which formerly have out-dar'd us For our comming And returning They paid us well And royally did reward us 5. The better to bring our ends about We must plead for a Reformation And tickle the minds of the giddy-brain'd rout With the hopes of an innovation They will love us And approve us Without doubt If we bring in an alteration 6. Down with the Bishops and their train The Surplice and Common Prayers Then will we not have a King remain But we 'l be the Realms surveyers So by little And a little We shall gain All the Kingdom without gain-sayers 7. And when at the last we have conquer'd the King And beaten away the Cavaleers The Parliament next must the same ditty sing And thus we will set the State by the ears By their jarring And their warring We will bring Their Estates to be ours which they think to be theirs 8. And thus when among us the Kingdom is shar'd And the People are all made Beggars like we A Scot will be as good as an English Leard O! what a unity this will be As we gain it We 'l retain it By the sweard And the English shall say bonny blew-cap for me An Answer to a Letter from Sir John Mennis wherein he jeers him for falling so quickly to the use of the Directory FRiend thou doest lash me with a story A long one too of Directory When thou alone deserves the Birch That brought'st the bondage on the Church Didst thou not treat for Bristol City And yield it up the more 's the pity And saw'st thou not how right or wrong The Common-prayer-book went along Did'st thou not scourse as if enchanted For Articles Sir Thomas granted And barteâ— as an Author saith The Articles o th' Christian Faith And now the Directory jostles Christ out o th' Church and his Apostles And tears down the Communion rayles That men may take it on their tayles Imagine Friend Bochus the King Engraven on Sylla's Signet ring Delivering up into his hands Fugurth and with him all his Lands Whom Sylla took and sent to Rome There to abide the Senates doom In the same posture I suppose John standing in 's Doublet and Hose Delivering up amidst the throng The Common-prayer and Wisedoms song To hands of Fairfax to be sent A Sacrifice to the Parliament Thou little thought'st what Jear began Wrapt in that Treaty Busie John There lurk'd the Fire that turn'd to Cinder The Church her Ornaments to Tinder There bound up in that Treaty lyes The fate of all our Christmass-pyes Our Holydaies there went to wrack Our Wakes were laid upon their back Our Gossips spoons away were lurcht Our Feasts and Fees for Women churcht All this and more ascribe we might To Thee at Bristol wretched Knight Yet thou upbraid'st and rayld'st in rime On me for that which was thy Crime So froward Children in the Sun Amidst their sports some shrew'd turn done The faulty Youth begins to prate And layes it on his harmlesse Mate Dated From Nympton where the Cider smiles And James has horse as lame as Giles The fourth of May and dost thou hear 'T is as I take the 8th year Since Portugal by Duke Braganza Was cut from Spain without a Hand-saw I. S. The Kings Disguise ANd why a Tenant to this vile disguise Which who but sees blasphemes thee with his eyes My twins of light within their penthouse shrink And hold it their Allegiance now to wink Oh! for a state-distinction to arraign Charles of High Treason ' gainst my Soveraign What an usurper to his Prince is wont Cloyster and shave him he himself hath don 't His muffled feature speaks him a recluse His ruines prove him a religious house The Sun hath mew'd his beams from off his lamp And Majesty defac'd the Royal stamp It 's not enough thy Dignitie 's in thrall But thou 'lt transmute it in thy shape and all As if thy blacks were of too faint a dye Without the tincture of Tautology Flay an Aegyptian for his Cassocks skin Spun of his Countries darknesse line't within With Presbyterian budge that drowsie tâ—ance The Synod-sable foggy ignorance Nor bodily nor ghostly Negro could Rough-cast thy figure in a sadder mould This Privy-Chamber of thy shape would be But the close-mourner of thy Royalty T will break the circle of thy Jaylors spell A Pearle within a rugged Oyster shell Heaven which the Minster of thy Person owns Will fine thee for Dilapidations Like to the martyr'd Abbeys courser doom Devoutly alter'd to a Pidgeon-room Or like the colledge by the changeling rabble M Elves transform'd into a sâ—able Or if there be a propâ—anation higher Such is the Sacriledge of thine attire By which th' art half depos'd
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
Our States have done the like I doubt In this their Pardon now set out We 'll look it o're then if you please And see wherein it brings us ease And first it Pardons words I find Against our State words are but wind Hath any pray'd for th' King of late And wish'd confusion to our State And call'd them Rebells he come in And plead this Pardon for that sin Hath any call'd King Charles that 's dead A Martyr He that lost his Head And Villains those that did the Fact That man is pardoned by this Act. Hath any said our Parliament Is such a one as God ne're sent Or hath he writ or put in Print That he believes the Devil 's in 't Or hath he said there never were Such Tyrants any where as here Though this offence of his be high He 's pardon'd for his Blasphemy You see how large this Pardon is It Pardons all our Mercuries And Poets too for you know they Are poor and have not ought to pay For where there 's money to be got I find this Pardon pardons not Malignants that were rich before Shall not be pardon'd till they 'r poor Hath any one been true to th' Crown And for that paid his money down By this new Act he shall be free And pardon'd for his Loyalty Who have their Lands confiscate quite For not Compounding when they might If that they know not how to digg This Pardon gives them leave to beg Before this Act came out in print We thought there had been comfort in 't We drank some Healths to th' Higher Powers But now we 've seen 't they 'd need drink ours For by this Act it is thought fit That no man shall have benefit Unlesse he first engage to be A Rebel to eternity Thus in this Pardon it is clear That nothing's here and nothing's there I think our States do mean to choke us With this new Act of Hocus Pocus Well since this Act 's not worth a pin We 'll pray our States to call it in For most men think it ought to be Burnt by the hand of Gregory Then to conclude here 's little joy For those that pray Vive le Roy But since they 'l not forget our Crimes Wee 'l keep our mirth till better times Upon Olivers dissolving the Parliament in 1653. 1. WIll you hear a strange thing scarce heard of before A ballad of News without any lyes The Parliament men are turn'd out of doors And so are the Council of State likewise 2. Brave Oliver came to the House like a Spright His fiery looks strook the Speaker dumb You must be gone hence quoth he by this light Do you mean to sit here till Dooms-day come 3. With that the Speaker lookt pale for fear As though he had been with the night-mare rid Insomuch that some did think that were there That he had even done as the Alderman did 4. But Oliver though he be Doctor of Law Yet he seem'd to play the Physician there His Physick so wrought on the Speakers maw That he gave him a stool instead of a Chair 5. Harry Martyn wondred to see such a thing Done by a Saint of such high degree 'T was an act he did not expect from a King Much lesse from such a dry bone as he 6. But Oliver laid his hand on his sword And upbraided him with his Adultery To which Harry answer'd never a word Saving humbly thanking his Majesty 7. Allen the Coppersmith was in great fear He did as much harm since the Wars began A broken Citizen many a year And now he is a broken Parliament-man 8. Bradshaw that President proud as the Pope That loves upon Kings and Princes to trample Now the house is dissolv'd I cannot but hope To see such a President made an example 9. And were I one of the Council of War I 'le tell you what my Vote should be Upon his own Turret at Westminster To be hanged up for all comers to see 10. My Masters I wonder you could not agree You that have been so long Brethren in evil A dissolution you might think there would be When the Devil 's divided against the Devil 11. Then room for the Speaker without his Mace And room for the rest of the Rabble-rout My Masters methinks 't is a pitifull case Like the snuff of a Candle thus to go out 12. Now some like this change and some like it not Some think it was not done in due season Some think it was but a Jesuits plot To blow up the House like a Gun-powder-treason 13. Some think that Oliver and Charles are agreed And sure it were good policy if it were so Lest the Hollander French the Dane and the Swede Should bring him in whether he would or no. 14. And now I would gladly conclude my Song With a Prayer as Ballads are used to do But yet I 'le forbear for I think er 't be long We shall have a King and a Parliament too Admiral Deans Funeral 1. NIck Culpepper and William Lilly Though you were pleas'd to say they were silly Yet something these prophesi'd true I tell ye Which no body can deny 2. In the month of May I tell you truly Which neither was in June nor July The Dutch began to be unruly Which no body can deny 3. Betwixt our England and their Holland Which neither was in France nor Poland But on the Sea where there was no Land Which no body can deny 4. There joyn'd the Dutch and the English Fleet Our Authors opinion then they did meet Some saw 't that never more shall see 't Which no body can deny 5. There were many mens hearts as heavy as lead Yet would not believe Dick Dean to be dead Till they saw his Body take leave of his head Which no body can deny 6. Then after the sad departure of him There was many a man lost a Leg or a Lim And many were drow'd ' cause they could not swim Which no body can deny 7. One cryes lend me thy hand good friend Although he knew it was to no end I think quoth he I am going to the Fiend Which no body can deny 8. Some 't was reported were kill'd with a Gun And some stood that knew not whether to run There was old taking leave of Father and Son Which no body can deny 9 There 's a rumour also if we may believe We have many gay Widows now given to grieve ' Cause unmannerly Husbands nere came to take leave Which no body can deny 10. The â—itty is sad of our Dean to sing To say truth it was a pittifull thing To take off his head and not leave him a ring Which no body can deny 11. From Greenwich toward the Bear at Bridgefoot He was wafted with wind that had water to 't But I think they brought the Devil to boot Which no body can deny 12. The heads on London Bridge upon Poles That once had bodies and honester souls Than hath the
'T is such a wipe as the RVMP and all 's Foes Could never give to Old Olivers Nose Wich no body can deny There 's a Proverb come to my mind not unfit When the Head shall see the RVMP all be-shit Sure this must prove a most lucky hit Which c. There is another proverb which every Noddy Will jeer the RVMP with and cry Hoddy-doddy Here 's a Parliament all Arse and no Body Which c. T is a likely matter the World will mend When so much blood and Treasure we spend And yet begin at the wrong end VVhich c. We have been round and round about twirl'd And through much sad confusion hurl'd And now we are got into the Arse of the World Which c. But 't is not all this our courage will quail Or make the brave Sea-men to the RVMP strike sail If we can have no head we will have no tail Which c. Then let a Free Parliament be turn'd trump And ne're think any longer the Nation to mump With your pocky perjur'd damn'd old RVMP Which c. But what doth Rebell RVMP make here When their proper place as W P doth swear â—t the Devils Arse in Derbâ—shire Which c. Then thither let us send them a tilt For if they stay longer they will us beguilt With a Government that is loose in the hilt Which c. You 'l find it set down in the Harrington's Moddle Whose Brains a Commonwealth doth so coddle That 't has made a Rotation in his Noddle Which c. 'T is a pittifull passe you men of the Sword Have brought your selves to that the Rumâ—'s your Lord And Arsie Versie must be the word Which c. Our Powder and Shot you did freely spend That the Head you might from the Body rend And now you are at Wars with the But-end Which c. Old Martin and Scot have all such an itch That they will with the Rump try t'other twitch And Lenthal can grease a fat Sow in the Britch Which c. That 's a thing would please the Butchers and Cooks To see this stinking Rump quite off the hooks And Jackdaw go to pot with the Rooks Which c. This froward Sir John who the Rump did ne're fail Against Charles Stuart in a Speech did rail But men say it was without head or tayl Which c. Just such is the Government we live under Of a Parliament thrice cut in sunder And this hath made us the Worlds wonder Which c. Old Noll when we talkt of Magna Charta Did prophesie well we should all smart-a And now we have found his Rump's Magna Fart-a Which c. But I cannot think Monck though a Souldier and Sloven To be kin to the Fiend whose feet are cloven Nor will creep i' th' Rumps Arse to bake in their Oven Which c. Then since he is coming e'ne let him come From the North to the South with Sword and Drum To beat up the Quarters of this lewd Bum Which c. And now of this Rump I 'le say no more Nor had I begun but upon this score There was something behind which was not before Which c. A Vindication of the RUMP or The RUMP Re-advanced To the Tune of Vp tails all FUll many a Ballad hath been Penn'd And scoffing Poem writ Against the RUMP but I intend To speak in Praise of it Come Jove and Apollo come Venuâ— and Mars And lend your assistance to speak of the A Will require a prodigious wit There 's scarce a Lady to be found That loves either Pear or Plum One half so well if she be sound As tabering at her B It may be you 'l say I 'm wide of the Case Since that Musick 's made in a distant place I answer the bredth of your Thumb When Alderman Atkins did bemar His Hose through a Panick fear And Captain Rea that man of War Oh! what a Hogo was there If you ask me what praise is in this at a word The Captain so senced himself by a T That his Enemies could not come near There is not a Lawyer in Country or Town Whose Rhetorick doth prevail Although he hath purchas'd Fee simple by th' Gown But loves to be dealing in Tail And I may well swear by Apollo or Mars That at a Place called the Oven's Arse Oft times I have drunk good Ale And when you are dallying with a young Maid Would you not her Buttocks bethump And I have been often well apaid With a Goose both fat and plump The Body being eaten we strive for the Tayl Each man with his Kan'kn of nappy brown Ale Doth box it about for the RVMP The RVMP of a Coney I often have seen Most piteously claw'd by a Ferret And a Capons Rump is a bit for a Queen Although she 's a Person of merit In preaching and praying who spends the whole day At night keeps a Rump wherewithall for to play Be he never so full of the spirit I wonder who first call'd the Parliament RVMP Some say that it was Jack Hobby And some fiery P good wits will jump Now I write not this to bob ye But only to tell ye that good Mr. P For all that he 's cropt yet he could not get in But was fain to remain in the Lobby The other day I was going in haste To think on 't it grieves my heart I saw a poor Fellow all nak'd to the waste And whipt at the Arse of a Cart His Rump 't is true suffer'd the Rout. But I would Fain know who it was that durst be so hold As to call Mr. Speaker Sir F He might as well have stiled him Anus Since he was the mouth of the RVMP As cunning a Fox as Romes Sejanus But I do not love for to frump Or else I could tell ye my Friends to an Ace What good can acrew to the Land by a Mace As long as the Knave 's the great'st Trump Our zealous sticklers for Reformation Will edifie on the Rump of a Sister And it will never grow out of fashion To Physick the Tayl with a Glister But beware that Monk doth not come with a bitter Purge to the Rump which will make her beshit her For she hath already bepist her The RUMP roughly but righteously handled In a New Ballad To the Tune of Cook Laurel 1. MOre Sacks to the Mill here comes a fresh Wit That means without Mittens as you shall see To handle a RUMP that 's all to beshit Sirreverence of the Company 2. And let other sinners that love a whole skin Keep out of my reach for fear of a Stone For I 'm like the Hang-man who when 's hand was in Said he had as good truss up forty as one 3. First I 'le tell you whence this Rump-regnant came When England to Faction and Schism was bent By means of long peace to settle the same Our noble King summon'd a Parliament 4. A Parliament which may make old men
in the next Deal With a Hey down c. Was hungry Colonel Cobbet He would eat at a Meale A whole Common-weale And make a Joynt but a Gobbet The following Champion is Barrow With a Hey down c. An Ominous name for a Swine-Herd He flew like an Arrow Thither whence Lord Harry But durst not draw his Whinyard Room for Packer a toyling Ditcher With a Hey down c. He had set his Spade an edge He hop't to be Richer By being a Bricher And Lambert his Stake in the hedge For Nobilities sake we may not forget With a Hey down c. That Valiant Mars his true Son His Cobling Feat Lackt a Parliament Seat That Marks-man one-eyed Hewson These being aided with Red Coat and Creepers With a Hey down c. After a short Dispute The Liberty Keepers Were made Boo-peepers And the Speaker strucken Mute But well said Sir Arthur what time of the day With a Hey down c. The Parliament's now in the Prime They stand at a Bay And have mist their Prey And Cowardly curse the time The Second Part. NOw Johnne is gone to the North Countrey With a Hey down c. And glad he is to retire He cryes Cramme O Cree Have mercy on me 〈…〉 set a-Fire And Desborough gotten into his Farm With a Hey down c. Untill they do him need ' Meant the House no harm But took it for a Barn His Lord and hee 's not agreed Kelsey is praying for the Dole With a Hey down c. Of the Hospital that 's Suttons He is out of the Roll And hath ne're a Loop-Hole And now his Arse makes Buttons And Creed will now believe Sir Arthur With a Hey down c. His Steed is Chopt for a Jade He will be a Carter Before a Martyr And is turned Regenade Duckenfield's in a pittifull Case With a Hey down c. The Speakers Horses and Coach Were at stake with the Mace And he 's thrown Aums Ace Tyburn owes him a reproach By being too greedy Colonel Cobbet With a Hey down c. Ha's got a Bone in his throat He hath sighed and sobbed And grievously throbbed But it will not help the Choak Pray take your turn too Mr. Barrow With a Hey down c. What think you of your Plot Your Sow will not Farrow The Hang-man's Harrow That Hurdle will be your Lot Tye him up DVN 't is Goodman Packer With a Hey down c. That would set up another Nose Had he been a Backer As Colonel Hacker H 'ad liv'd in spight of his Foes Hâ—â—son's Companions as scabby aâ— Coots With a Hey down down a down down Have infected him with the mange They have pist in his boots He must cry roots And TVRN OVT to Turnup must change Vanity of Vanities or Sir Vane's Picture To the Tune of the JEWS Corant HAve you not seen a Barthol'mew Baby A Pageant of policy as fine as may be That 's gone to be Shown at the Mannor of Raby Which no body can deny There was never such a prostitute Sight That e're profan'd this purer Light A Hocus Pocus juggling Knight Which c. He was taken for a Delphick Tripus Another doubt-solving Oedipus But the Parliament made him a very Quibus Which c. His cunning State tricks and Oracles His lying Wonders and Miracles Are turned into Parliament Shackles Which c. Goodly great Sir Onesimus VANE The Annointed King of Saints not Reign I see all Godlyness is not Gain Which c. John a Leyden that Munster's Jing Was a Fool and an Asse to this pretty Thing But the Parliament hated the name of a King Which c. This holy Saint hath pray'd till he wept Prophesied and Divin'd while he slept But fell in a T when aside he stept VVhich c. He sate late in the House so discontent With his Arms folded and his Brows bent Like Achitophel to the Parliament Which c. He durst not speak of a Concubine Nor gave more Councel to any Design But was musing on a Hempen Line Which c. He see Mr. P take a great deal of Pain To get in with the rest as Members Again But they were Voted as use-less as VANE Which c. They gave him a Conge with such a Vote 'T was thought they had learned it by Rote Ever since he went down to Graves-end by Bote. Which c. For all his Ceremonious Cringing He shall undergo a notable Swinging There is now no more need of his Engine Which c. When first the English War began His Father was a Court Trepan And ' rose to be a Parliament Man Which c. So from the Father came unto the Son Whom wo and Mis'ry now do wait upon For Counselling Protector John Which c. A Gemini they were Pollux and Castor One was a Teacher the other a Pastor And both like R betrayed their Master Which c. The Devil ne're see such two Sir Harry's Such a pest'lent pair nor near nor far is No not at the Jesuites Sorbon of Paris Which c. They talkt of his having a Cardinals Hat They 'd send him as soon an old Nun's Twat For turning in pan there was nere such a Cat Which c. His dainty project of a Select Senate Is Damned for a blasphemous Tenet 'T was found in the budget 't is said of Monk Bennet Which c. Of this State and Kingdom he is the Bane He shall have the reward of Judas and Cain And 't was he that overthrew Charles his Wain Which c. Should he sit where he did with his mischievous brain Or if any his Councels behind do remain The house may be called the Labour in Vain Which no body can deny The Glory of the WEST or The Tenth Renowned WORTHY and most Heroick CHAMPION of this BRITISH ISLAND Being an unparallel'd Commemoration of General MONK'S coming towards the City of LONDON TO unperplex the Riddles of our State And to discover t' us our hidden part Welcome we cry Welcome to George the Great A joyfull sight to see Not like the Macedon's impatient sword That solv'd the doubt tyed in the Gordian Cord Great George doth time proportion due afford A joyfull c. Wisdoms great pattern bred at Bellonaes Brest Prudence and Valour joyned in one Rest No more St. George shall be but George the Blest A joyfull c. As Caesar did the affrighted Boat-man learn When he sate trembling at the stinking stern My fates Embarqued that do's the world concern A joyfull c. So the wrackt Vessel of the state distrest With Heav'ns angry blasts now seeks for rest From the Favonian Gales of George o' th' West A joyfull c. His great excelling merits in the Scale Of our rais'd hope nor shall the angry Taile Of any Comet ' gainst our peace prevail A joyfull c. Another Fabius whose wise delayes Like a misty morn guilt with the Suns noon'd rayes Have Crown'd him with the Glorious
Monster Did strait beget a Rout This Rout begat a Parliament As Charles he well remembers The Parliament got Monsters too The which begot Five Members The Members Five did then beget Most of the House of Peers The Peers mis-understandings got All Jealousies and Fears The Jealousies got Horse and Men Lest Warrs should have abounded And I dare say this Horse got Pym And he begot a Round-head The Round-head got a Citizen That great Tax-bearing Mule The Mule begot a Parliament Asse And he begot a Fool Some say the Fool got Warwick And Rich gave him his whole Land In zeal Lord Rich got God knows who And God knows who got H This H Surplices got down And those Church Rites that were He hath Petitions enough each day No need of the Lords Prayer But it 's no wonder that 's cry'd down And that indeed the rather Cause Pym and he two Bastards are And dare not say Our Father Now since this is the chiefest thing Hath got this great division Which London for to reconcile Hath got this great Munition The City hath now been refin'd From all her Drosse and Pelf They 're now about for to new mold And Coyn the Common-wealth To those who desire no Peace SHould all those various Gales whose titles are layn Enrol'd within the Pilots Register Break from their drowsie Dens where they have Bound up in slumbers and invade the Main They could not raise a storm like that which they Raise in the Common-wealth who would betray Our Peace to Civil War in which the State Must bleed it self to death and have the fate After its stock of life is spent to lye Buried i' th Rubbish of an Anarchy Should Ravens Bats and the shrill Owl conspire To twist their Notes into a General Quire And chuse the Mandrake for the Chaunter they Could not shrill forth such an ill-boding lay Or strains so Jarring as do those whose throats Warble the clamorous and untunefull Notes Of Blood and Death some whirle-wind Sirs has ta'en Its Lodging up in the Fanatick brain Of these bold sons of tumult I dare say They moulded were of some distemper'd Clay Which from its Centre was by Earth-quake torn A Tempest shook the world when they were born Sure from its Sphere the Element of Fire Is dropt and does their bosomes now inspire The flame lockt up in bold Ravillacks urne Is snatcht from thence and in their hearts does burn Night open thy black wombe and let out all Thy dreadfull furies yet these furies shall Not chill my heart with any fear since day Has furies shewn blacker by far then they Let Vaux now sleep untill the day of Doom Open his eyes forgotten in his Tomb Let none revile his dust his Name shall be Extirpated from every History To yield a room for others for 't is fit Their Names in place of his should now be writ Who think that no Religion can be good Unlesse 't be writ in Characters of Blood No marvail if the Rubrick then must be Blotted from out the Sacred Liturgie And those red Letters now no more be known They 'le have no other Rubrick but their own But shall they thus impetuously roule on And meet not any Malediction Yes sure may sleep that milde and gentle balme Which all unkind distempers does becalme Be unto them a torture may their Dreams Be all of Murders Rapes and such like Theams And when they 're spent may Wolves approach and howle To break their slumbers may the Bat and Owle Before their Gates to usher in the dayes Unwellcome light stretch out their direfull layes ' Mongst their disordered humors may there be A deadly Feud and fatal mutiny May sudden flames their houses melt away And Feavers burn their houses too of Clay May all their faculties and sences be Astonisht by some drousie Lethargie That there may be allow'd them only sence Enough to feel the pangs of Conscience Griping their souls that they who thought it sin To have peace without may have no peace within The French Report ME have of late been in England Vere me have seen much sport De raising of de Parliament Have quite pull'd down de Court De King and Queen dey seperate And rule in Ignorance Pray judge ye Gentlemen if dis Be a la mode de France A vise man dere is like a Ship Dat strikes upon de shelves Dey Prison all Behead and Whip All viser den demselves Dey send out men to fetch deyr King Who may come home perchance Oh fye fye fye it is be Gar Not a la mode de France Dey raise deyr Valiant Prentices To guard deyr Cause with Clubs Dey root deyr Bishops out of doors And Presh demselves in Tubs De Cobler and de Tinker too Dey will in time advance Pox take dem all it is Mort Dieu Not a la mode de France Instead of bowing to deyr King Dey vex him with Epistles Dey furnish all deyr Souldiers out With Bodkins Spoons and Whistles Dey bring deyr Gold and Silver in De Brownists to advance But if dey be cheat of it all ' Tiz a la mode de France But if when all deyr wealth is gone Dey turn unto deyr King Dey will make all amends again Den merrily we will sing VIVE LE ROY VIVE LE ROY Vee'le Sing Carouse and Dance De English men have done for t Bon And a la mode de France A Loyal Subjects Oath THis is my Oath for ever to despise With heart and soul and all my Faculties The Kings proud foes and with my life subdue All that to his Sacred Majesty are not true To execute his Precepts with my Blood So far as Conscience dictates it is good To make my body a Bullwark ' gainst his foes And to maintain his red and whitest Rose Venture Life and Living Sword and Muse Still to uphold the Glorious Flower-de-luce To be the same to Prince and Duke of York Or for a cursed Jew that eats no Pork Let me be Cursed and receive the Curse Hangs over Pym and Hotham and a worse I cannot wish he that denyes this Oath Let these and my Curse light upon them both Short and Sweet WIse men suffer good men grieve Knaves devise and Fools believe Help O Lord send ayd unto us Else Knaves and Fools will quite undoe us To the City of London TEll me Cittz what ye lack That the Knaves of the Pack Ye do not see forth comming Love ye Treason so well That ye neither buy nor sell But keep a noise with your Drumming What is 't that you guard With your double watch and ward Your own wares or your wises things If down come the Blades Then down go the Trades They 'll not leave a dead or a live thing What doth your profit say When shall we see the day That money shall be paid in Great Strafford he is dead Ye have cut off his bead And the Bishops all are laid in And yet you grow poor As any