presented their Thanks for your Majesty's gracious Declaration of Liberty of Conscience we think our selves obliged as Gentlemen to bring up the Reer and become Addressors too We are sure there is no Party of men more improved and advanced by your Indulgence both as to Principles and Proselytes of England And our Cabals are as full as your Royal Chappel for your unlimited Toleration has freed the Nation from the troublesome Bygottries of Religion and has taught men to conclude That there is nothing Sacred or Divine but Trade and Empire and nothing of such eternal Moment as Secular Interest Your Majesty's Universal Indulgence hath introduced such unanswerable Objections and happy Interences towards all Religion that many have given over the troublesome Enquiry after Truth and set down that easy Inference That all Religion is a Cheat. In particular we can never sufficiently Congratulate and Admire that generous Passage in your Majesty's gracious Declaration wherein you have Freed your People from the solemn Superstition of Oaths and especially from those slavish Ceremonious ones of Supremacy and Allegiance and are pleased to declare That you expect no more from your People than what they are obliged to by the Ancient Law of Nature and so have bravely given them leave to preserve and defend themselves according to the first Chapter of Nature's Magna Charta Your Majesty was pleased to wish That all your Subjects were of your own Religion and perhaps every Divisiou wishes you were of theirs But for our parts we freely declare That if ever we should be obliged to profess any Religion we would prefer the Church of Rome which does not much trouble the World with the Affairs of invisible Beings and is very Civil and Indulgent to the Failings of humane Nature That Church can ease us from the grave Fatigues of Religion and for our Moneys allow us Proxies both for Piety and Penances We can easily swallow and digest a Wafer Deity and Will never cavil at the Mass in an unknown Tongue when the Sacrifice it self is so unintelligible We shall never scruple the Adoration of an Image when the chiefest Religion is but Imagination And we are willing to allow the Pope an absolute Power to dispense with all Penal Laws in this World and in another But before we return to Rome the greatest Origin of Atheism we wish the Pope and all his Vassal Princes would free the World from the fear of Hell and Devils the Inquisition and Dragoons and that he would take off the Chimney-Money of Purgatory and Custom and Excise of Pardons and Indulgences which are so much inconsistent with the flourishing Trade and Grandeur of the Nation As for the Ingagements of Lives and Fortunes the common Complement of Addressees we confess we have a more peculiar Tenderness for those most sacred Concernments but yet we will hazard them in desence of your Majesty with as much Constancy and Resolution as your Majesty will defend your Indulgence that is so far as the Adventure will rerve our Designs and Interest From the Devil-Tavern the Fifth of November 1688. Presented by Justice Baldock and was graciously received The DREAM WEary'd with Business and with Cares opprest My Faculties were Doz'd and fond of rest An unusual heaviness did on me creep My Soul Indulg'd it yet I could not sleep Dreams short and frightful vext me all the Night I found I was betray'd and long'd for Light The first such Wonders brought within my view And when I wak'd I almost thought 'em true Me thought I saw great Julius sadly lie Bleeding from all his Wounds and Brutus by The ungrateful Brutus which he doted on With Meager Cassius pleas'd with what he had done Crying the World and Brutus are my own I nearer drew to view the Gastly Trunk But oh the Scene was chang'd Caesar was sunk 'T was Charles the Second which lay mangl'd there The Sacrificing-Tribe too did appear Brutus and Cassius Y k and Petre were Charles weeping grasp'd his Brother by the hand I heard him sighing say within my Land A faithful pious Mother thou wilt command Who in the utmost of Extremity When all but her and much upbraided I Wou'd from the Crown have quite excluded thee Preach'd up thy forfeit Title by our Laws And in thy Banishment maintain thy Cause Passive Obedience thee hast much in store But do not Urge it to thy utmost Power James to preserve Her most devoutly Swore Charles dy'd and James discharg'd his Oath next hour I saw the Priests flock in the Bishops out Saw Peters cram the Wafers down his Throat Tho' dead it sav'd the Heretick no doubt I saw him poorly bury'd in the Night A wretched Train and a more wretched Sight To me it seem'd a Funeral in Disguise For fear his Creditors shou'd his Body Seize I saw him shewn for two pence in a Chest Like Monk Old Harry Mary and the rest And if the Figure answer'd its intent In Ten years time 't would buy a Monument My Fancy brought me back again to Court Where only Fools Advise and Knaves Resort Our Kingdom 's Curse and other Nations Sport I heard the Jesuits in a grand Cabal Resolve to root out Heresie or fall Each his particular Opinion gave They cry'd an opportunity we have To Fetter Her who kept us long Her Slave Immediately they pitch'd upon a Rule How to suppress it by a forward Fool A Bawling Blund'ring Senseless Tool Whose Mouthing at White-Chappel first began Who regularly to his Greatness ran Thro' all the vile degrees of Treachery And now Usurps the Court of Equity He said if you wou'd bring the Clergy down Erect a Court-Commission from the Crown And for Dispencing Law let me alone They hugg'd their Bubble and the Deed was done Petre grew Fat and with Mandamus's Cancker'd the worthy Universities The Seats of Learning Black-heads might command Yet the King's Promise to the Church doth stand Next Liberty of Conscience was Ordain'd The Bishops for Contempt were then Arraign'd The Nobles and the Commons Closetted The Penal-Laws must be Abolished If you refuse your Principles are base Disloyal and you lose our Royal Grace And each that has Dependencies his Place Rochester fell the Loyal Herbert starv'd Each that forsook his God his Monarch serv'd Somerset lost his Troops and Shrowsbury Oxford was strip'd so Scarsdale Lumbley And many more too tedious to relate By whom in safety James thou now dost sit When thou perceiv'dst no comfort from this Wild Thy Dame immediately was quick with Child The Princess at the Bath when it was Born The Bishops in the Tower yet had he sworn The Church of England never should be wrong'd Upon this News the Hot-brain'd Papists throng'd I wak'd and as I on my Dream reflected My reasonable Notions thus projected O King I cry'd thy Measures run too fast And thou wilt find the Curse of it at last Why dost thou wrong thy Country shame thy Life To please false Priests and an ungrateful Wife A Wife
Servants snarl we ought to kick 'em out They that disdain their Benefactors Bread No longer ought by Bounty to be fed That lost the Visor chang'd you turn about And strait a True Blue Protestant crept out The Fryar now was writ and some will say They smell a Male-content through all the Play. The Papist too was damn'd unfit for Trust Call'd Treacherous Shameless Profligate Unjust And Kingly Power thought Arbitrary Lust This lasted till thou didst thy Pension gain And that chang'd both thy Morals and thy strain If to write Contradictions Nonsense be Who has more Nonsense in their works than thee We 'll mention but thy Lay-mans Faith and Hind who 'd think both these such Clashing do we find Cou'd be the product of one single mind Here thou wou'dst Charitable fain appear Find'st fault that Athanasius was severe Thy Pity strait to Cruelty is rais'd And ev'n the Pious Inquisition prais'd And recommended to the present Reign O happy Countries Italy and Spain Hav ewe not cause in thy own words to say Let none believe what varies every day That never was nor will be at a stay Once Heathens might be sav'd you did allow But not it seems we greater Heathens now The Loyal Church that buoys the Kingly Line Damn'd with a breath but 't is such a breath as thine What Credit to thy party can it be T' have gain'd so lewd a Profligate as thee Stray'd from our fold makes us but laugh not weep We have but lost what was disgrace to keep By them Mistrusted and to us a scorn For it is weakness at the best to Turn True hadst thou left us in the former Reign T' had prov'd it was not wholly done for Gain Now the Meridian Sun is not so plain Gold is thy God for a substantial summ Thou to the Turk wou'dst run away from Rome And Sing his Holy Expedition against Christendom But to conclude blush with a lasting Red If thou' rt not mov'd with what 's already said To see thy Boars Bears Buzards Wolves and Owls And all thy other Beasts and other Fowls Routed by two poor Mice Unequal sight But easie 't is to Conquer in the Right See there a Youth a shame to thy gray hairs Make a meer Dunce of all thy threescore years What in that Tedious Poem hast thou done But cramm'd all Aesop's Fables into one But why do I the precious minutes spend On him that wou'd much rather hang than mend No Wretch continue still just as thou art Thou' rt now in this last Scene that Crowns thy Part To purchase Favour veer with every Gale And against Interest never cease to rail Tho' thou' rt the only proof how Interest can prevail A View of the Religion of the Town or A Sunday-Morning's-Ramble I. ON Saturday Night we sat late at the Rose Carousing a Glass to our Wive's Repose After our usual Mode Till we drank so long That Religion came on For we were full of the God. At Pro and Con We held till One And then we agreed in the Close To let Wording alone And Ramble the Town To see how Religion grows II. We began at the Church of Saint Peter Whos 's Prebends make many Mouths water Religion did here Like Grave Matron appear Neat but not Gawdy like Courtezan Rome Plain but no Slut like you Geneva Dame. She hath on an old Stuff With a Primitive Ruff And round the Seam of her Vest In Musick-Notes scrawl'd all o're Loyalty express'd she bore By which at her Church we guess'd III. At the Tombs we did peep Where the Kings were asleep And the Quire melodiously Chanted Without any concern As we could discern Of being Be-Quo-warranted And we fancy at the last cast Sir When among the rest They come to the Test Saint Peter will deny his Master IV. Then shifting our Protestant-Dress To the Royal Chappel we press Where Religion was fine indeed But with Facings and Fringings With Crossings nnd Cringings Entirely run up to Seed Good God what Distraction there reign'd Where Union in Worship was feign'd For I spy'd a poor Maid Just come to the Trade For I fancy she was but a Learner Who was but at most Sir Half-through Pater-Noster When the Priest was at Amen-Corner V. Not an Irish-man's Breeches has half the Petitions We saw put up there for various Conditions Sent to the bless'd Maid With Care and with Speed And she soon had a Fellow-feeling For she was not far off But got up aloff Most curiously drawn on the Cieling By the Royal Command Where Verrio's great Hand Such to the Saints is his Love To the Virgin has given As glorious a Heaven As that she enjoys and reigns in above Whether like the Rogue drew her They can tell best that knew her Tho' most Men are apt to conjecture When he drew the blest Maid Moral Fancy to aid His Mistress sat for the Picture VI. Then bidding Farewell to their Goddess and them We put in at the Savoy or New Amsterdam Not to find our Religion but to see some odd Sights To which Father Corker's Chappel invites As in ours sometimes we plac'd Saints and Martyrs So this Holy Room was surrounded with Traytors In Halters there hung Just so as they swung Saint Coleman and most of the Gang Boy And wa'nt it for something That 's just next to nothing Perhaps there had hung our new Envoy The PAPISTS EXALTATION On his Highness the PRINCE of ORANGE his Arrival in London NOw now the Prince is come to Town The Nation 's Dread and Hope Who will support the Church and Throne Against the Turk and Pope The Folks are fled that were the Head The Prop of Popery if all be true as it is said Then hey Boys up go we The Queen with her Adopted Heir Is on her way to Rome And all undone has left us here To end the Dance at home The Holy Fathers too are flown Saint Petre Gregory And if our Cause shou'd once go down Then hey Boys up go we Shelton Sherbourn fled for fear Have Render'd up the Keys And now our Magazine of War Is made the seat of Peace The Chancellor is in the Tower A wofull sight to see And when he by the Head is lower Then hey Boys up go we Lord Arundell and Bellasis With Powis are withdrawn The World had not such Braves as these To guard a Popish Throne When Peterborow turn'd of late With brawny Salsbury Their haughty Necks submit to fate Then hey Boys up go we Poulton is in Newgate fast And some say Father Petre If they at Tyburn swing at last Who can dye Martyrs greater When Father Ellis is withdrawn Who was so bold and free And Conquest for his Tongue is flown Then hey Boys up go we The Orange grafted in White-hall And Lucas in the Tower The Fathers fled both great and small 'T is time that we shou'd scowre The Rabble they have eas'd the Town Of Priests and Popery When once they pull the
A COLLECTION OF The Newest and Most Ingenious Poems Songs Catches c. AGAINST POPERY Relating to the Times Several of which never before Printed LONDON Printed in the Year MDCLXXXIX The CONTENTS THE Man of Honour occasioned by the Postscript of Pen ' s Letter To the Haters of Popery by what Names or Titles soever Dignified or Distinguished A New Song upon the Hogen Mogens The Poets Address to the King. To the King 's most Excellent Majesty The humble Address of the Atheists or the Sect of the Epicureans The Dream The Vision The Converts The Audience An Epistle to Mr. Dryden A Dialogue Over the Lord D r ' s Door A Lampoon Another Over the Lord S ry ' s Door To the Speaking-Head The Ghost A Dialogue between a Loyal Addressor and a blunt Whiggish Clown The Hieroglyphick To the respective Judges To Tyburn The Advice On the Q 's Conception A New Song A New Song of an Orange The Orange another Song Religious Reliques or the Sale at the Savoy upon the Jesuits breaking up their School and Chapel A Ballad To the Tune of Couragio Private Occurrences or the Transactions of the four last Years written in imitation of the old Ballad of Hey brave Oliver Ho brave Oliver c. Protestantism Reviv'd or the Persecuted Church Triumphing The Observator or the History of Hodge as reported by some from his siding with Noll and his scribling for Rome A New Protestant Letany The Laureat A View of the Religion of the Town or a Sunday-Mornings Ramble The Papists Examination on his Highness the Prince of Orange ' s Arrival in London A New Song on the Calling of a Free Parliament A New Song A New Catch A New Catch in praise of the Reverend Bishops The Farewell Tom Tyler or the Nurse The Explanation To the Tune of Hey Boys up go we A New Song on the Prince and Princess of Orange Packington ' s Pound The Man of Honour Occasion'd by the Postscript of Pen's Letter NOT all the Threats or Favours of a Crown A Prince's whisper or a Tyrant's frown Can aw the Spirit or allure the Mind Of him who to strict Honour is inclin'd Tho' all the pomp and pleasure that does wait On publick Places and affairs of State Shou'd fondly court him to be base and great With even passions and with settled face He wou'd remove the Harlots false embrace Tho' all the Storms and Tempests should arise That Church-Magicians in their Cells devise And from their settled Basis Nations tear He wou'd unmov'd the mighty ruin bear Secure in Innocence contemn 'em all And decently array'd in Honours fall For this brave Shrewsbury and Lumly's Name Shall stand the foremost in the List of Fame Who first with steady minds the Current broke And to the suppliant Monarch boldly spoke Great SIR renown'd for Constancy how just Have we obey'd the Crown and serv'd our Trust Espous'd your Cause and Interest in distress Your self must witness and our Foes confess Permit us then ill Fortune to accuse That you at last unhappy Counsels use And ask the only thing we must refuse Our Lives and Fortunes freely well expose Honour alone we cannot must not lose Honour that spark of the Celestial Fire That above Nature makes Mankind aspire Ennobles the rude passions of our frame With thirst of Glory and desire of Fame The richest Treasure of a generous breast That gives the Stamp and Standard to the rest Wit Strength and Courage are wild dangerous force Unless this softens and directs their Course And would you rob us of the Noblest part Accept a Sacrifice without a Heart 'T is much beneath the Greatness of a Throne To take the Casker when the Jewel 's gone Debauch our Principles corrupt our Race And teach the Nobles to be false and base What confidence can you in them repose Who e're they serve you all their value lose Who once enslave their Conscience to their Lust Have lost the Reins and can no more be just Of Honour Men at first like Women nice Raise Maiden-scruples at unpractis'd Vice Their modest Nature curbs the struggling flame And stifles what they wish to act with shame But once this Fence thrown down when they perceive That they may tast forbidden fruit and live They stop not here their course but safely in Grow strong luxuriant and bold in sin True to no Principles press forward still And onely bound by Appetite their Will Now fawn and flatter while this Tide prevails But shift with every veering blast their Sails Mark those that meanly truckle to your power They once deserted and chang'd sides before And would to morrow Mahomet adore On higher Springs true Men of Honour move Free is their Service and unbought their Love When danger calls and Honour leads the way With Joy they follow and with Pride obey When the rebellious Foe came rolling on And shook with gathering multitudes the Throne Where were the Minions then What arms what force Cou'd they oppose to stop the Torrent 's course Then Pembrook then the Nobles firmly stood Free of their Lives and lavish of their Blood But when your Orders to mean ends decline With the same Constancy they all resign Thus spake the Youth who open'd first the way And was the Phosphorus to the dawning day Follow'd by a more glorious splendid hoast Than any Age or any Realm can boast So great their fame so numerous the train To name were endless and to praise in vain But Herbert and great OXFORD merit more Bold is their flight and more sublime they soar So high their Vertue as yet wants a name Exceeding wonder and surpassing fame Rise glorious Church erect thy radiant head The Storm is past th' impending Tempest fled Had fate decreed thy Ruin or Disgrace It had not given such Sons so brave a Race When for Destruction Heaven a Realm designs The symptoms first appear in slavish Minds These Men would prop a sinking Nations weight Stop falling Vegeance and reverse even Fate Let other Nations boast their fruitful soil Their fragrant Spices their rich Wine and Oil In breathing Colours and in living Paint Let them excel their Mastery we grant But to instruct the Mind to arm the Soul With Virtue which no dangers can controll Exalt the Thought a speedy Courage lend That Horror cannot shake or Pleasure bend These are the English Arts these we profess To be the same in Misery and Success To teach Oppressors Law assist the good Relieve the wretched and subdue the proud Such are our Souls But what doth Worth avail When Kings commit to hungry Priests the Scale All Merit 's light when they dispose the weight Who either would embroil or rule the State. Defame those Hero's who their Yoke refuse And blast that Honesty they cannot use The strength and safety of the Crown destroy And the King's power against himself imploy Affront his Friends deprive him of the brave Bereft of these he must become their slave Men
like our Money come the most in play For being base and of a coarse allay The richest Medals and the purest Gold Of native value and exactest mold By worth conceal'd in private Closets shine For vulgar use too precious and too fine Whilst Tin and Copper with new stamping bright Coins of base Metal counterfeit and light Do all the business of the Nations turn Rais'd in Contempt us'd and employ'd in Scorn So shining Vertues are for Courts too bright Whose guilty Actions fly their searching light Rich in themselves disdaining to aspire Great without pomp they willingly retire Give place to Fools whose rash misjudging sence Increases the weak Measures of their Prince Prone to admire and flatter him in ease They study not his good but how to please They blindly and implicitly run on Nor see those dangers which the others shun Who slow to act each business duly weigh Advise with Freedom and with Care obey With Wisdom fatal to their Interest strive To make their Monarch lov'd and Nation thrive Such have no place where Priests and Women reign Who love fierce Drivers and a looser Rein. To the Haters of Popery by what Names or Titles soever dignified or distinguished THus 't was of old then Israel felt the rod When they obey'd their Kings and not their God When they went whoreing after other Loves To worship Idols in new planted Groves They made their Gods of Silver Wood and Stone And bow'd and worship't them when they had done And to compleat their sins in every way They made 'em things call'd Priests Priests did I say A Crew of Villains more prophane than they Hence sprung that Romish Crew first spawn'd in hell Who now in vice their Pedagogues excel Their Church consists of vicious Popes the rest Are whoring Nuns and bawdy Bugg'ring Priests A Noble Church dawb'd with Religious Paint Each Priest's a Stallion every Rogue 's a Saint Come you that Loath this Brood this murthering Crew Your Predecessors well their mercies knew Take courage now and be both bold and wise Stand for your Laws Religion Liberties You have the odds the Law is still your own They 're but your Traitors therefore pull 'em down They struck with fear for to destroy your Laws There raving mad you see they fix their paws Because from them they fear their fatal fall And by them Laws they know you 'll hang 'em all Then keep your Laws the Penal and the rest And give your Lives up e're you give the Test And thou great Church of England hold thy own Force you they may otherwise give up none Robbers and Thieves must count for what they 've done Let all thy mighty pillars now appear Zealous and brave void both of hate and fear That Popish Fops may grin lie cheat and whine And curse their Faith while all admire thine And thou Brave Oxford Cambridge and the rest Great Hough and Fairfax that durst beard the Beast Let all the Just with thanks record their name On standing Pillars of immortal fame Let God arise and his Enemies perish A New Song upon the Hogen Mogen's D' ye hear the News of the Dutch dear Frank Sutterkin Hogen Herring Van Dunk That they intend to play us a Prank Sutterkin Hogen Herring Van Dunk Van Dunk Hogen Mogen Hogen Mogen Sutterkin Hogen Herring Hogen Mogen Hogen Mogen c. But if they boldly dare come ashore Sutterkin c. Some may repent themselves full sore Sutterkin c. Hogen Mogen For the brave English Irish and Scotch Sutterkin c. Will in their Guts make such a hotch-potch Sutterkin c. Hogen Mogen c. Better they 'd stuck to the Herring Trade Sutterkin c. For in Pickle themselves shall be laid Sutterkin c. Hogen Mogen c. What though they have laid their Heads together Sutterkin c. No Orange can thrive if 't prove bad weather Sutterkin c. Hogen Mogen c. Wo be to them if Dartmouth the Great Sutterkin c. Should fall upon them with his whole Fleet Sutterkin c. Hogen Mogen c. Pass not Port Bay for fear it should Freeze Sutterkin c. For then I fack your Orange we 'll squeze Sutterkin c. Hogen Mogen c. To the King 's most Excellent Majesty The humble Address of the Master Poet Laureat and other the Catholick and Protestant Dissenters Rhymers with the rest of the fraternity of Minor Poets Inferior Versifiers and sometime of the Corporation of Parnassus sheweth THAT we your Majesties poor Slaves Your merry Beggers witty Knaves Being highly sensible how long A dull dry Prose addressing throng Has daily vext your Royal Ears With fulsom Speeches canting Prayers Unanimously think it better To Address your Majesty in Meeter GReat Sir your healing Declaration Hath cur'd a bare distemper'd Nation The godly hug it for the ease It gives to squeemish Consciences And by the Mamonists 't is made The great encouragement to Trade But we must reckon it in our Sense A gracious Poetick Licence 'T is your peculiar Excellency To Indulge Religion to a frenzy And our Religion is our fancy For which we judge 't will be a crime Not to present our thanks in time We wish all Subjects of our mind To pay like us our dues in kind That zealous Protestants would greet With Laws and Tests your Royal Feet That all would Sacrifice in course Their stubborn Consciences to yours That Academies would oppose On no pretence your Royal cause But quit the Oaths and Founders Laws And no more grudge your Souldiers Quarters That Corporations yield their Charters That Burrough Towns would chuse such Men That you shan't need send home agen That all fit Members take their Stations Such as Sir Roger and Sir Patience That your new Friends stand every where Of which we recommend one pair Honest Will Pen and Harry Care Dissenters will with all their Heart-a Vote for a Gospel Magna Charta Your Judges too will over awe The poor dead Letter of the Law Your high Commissioners from whom The obstinate receive their doom For trusty Catholicks make room Onely one trusty pair of th' Nation Would bind the power of Dispensation For which we 'll rate the Rogues agen With second part of Hind and Pan We 'll Rhyme 'em into better manners And make them lowr their Paper Banners Nor is it all that we will do We Sir will pray like Poets too May our great God Apollo bless you May June bless the budding Issue May you attempt no Enemies To skirmish with but Butter-flies Nor Eternize your martial Arms But in mock Seige and false Alarms May you live long see peacefull days May we live to sing your praise And after all may you inherit The Over-plus of the Saints merit To the King 's Most Excellent Majesty The Humble Address of the Atheists or the Sect of the Epicureans GREAT SIR SINCE Men of all Factions and Misperswasions of Religion have