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A55276	Poems on affairs of state from the time of Oliver Cromwell, to the abdication of K. James the Second. Written by the greatest wits of the age. Viz. Duke of Buckingham, Earl of Rochester, Lord Bu-------st, Sir John Denham, Andrew Marvell, Esq; Mr. Milton, Mr. Dryden, Mr. Sprat, Mr. Waller. Mr. Ayloffe, &c. With some miscellany poems by the same: most whereof never before printed. Now carefully examined with the originals, and published without any castration.	Buckingham, George Villiers, Duke of, 1628-1687.	1697 (1697)	Wing P2719A; ESTC R26563	139,358	261

say it therefore it 's the best Next Painter draw his Mordant by his Side Conveying his Religion and his Bride He who long since abjur'd the Royal Line Does now in Popery with his Master joyn Then draw the Princess with her golden Locks Hastning to be envenom'd with the P And in her youthful Veins receive a Wound VVhich sent N.H. before her under Ground The Wound of which the tainted C t fades Laid up in store for a new Set of Maids Poor Princess born under a sullen Star To find such VVelcome when you came so far Better some jealous Neighbour of your own Had call'd you to a sound though petty Throne VVhere 'twixt a wholsom Husband and a Page You might have linger'd out out a lazy Age Than on dull Hopes of being here a Q E'er Twenty dye and rot before Fifteen Now Painter shew us in the blackest Dye The Counsellors of all this Villany Clifford who first appear'd in humble Guise VVas always thought too gentle meek and wise But when he came to act upon the Stage He prov'd the mad Cathegus of our Age. He and his Duke had both too great a Mind To be by Justice or by Law confin'd Their boiling Heads can bear no other Sounds Than Fleets and Armies Battles Blood and VVounds And to destroy our Liberty they hope By Irish Fools and an old doting Pope Next Talbot must by his great Master stand Laden with Folly Flesh and ill got Land He 's of a size indeed to fill a Porch But ne'er can make a Pillar of the Church His Sword is all his Argument not his Book Although no Scholar he can act the Cook And will cut Throats again if he be paid In th' Irish Shambles he first learn'd the Trade Then Painter shew thy Skill and in fit place Let 's see the Nuncio Arundel's sweet Face Let the Beholders by thy Art espy His Sense and Soul as squinting as his Eye Let Bellasis autumnal Face be seen Rich with the Spoils of a poor Algerine VVho trusting in him was by him betray'd And so shall we when his Advice's obey'd The Heroe once got Honour by the Sword He got his VVealth by breaking of his VVord And now his Daughter he hath got with Child And Pimps to have his Family defil'd Next Painter draw the Rabble of the Plot. German Fitz-Gerald Loftus Porter Scot These are fit Heads indeed to turn a State And change the Order of a Nation 's Fate Ten thousand such as these shall ne'er controul The smallest Atome of an Enlish Soul Old England on its strong Foundation stands Defying all their Heads and all their Hands Its steady Basis never could be shook When wiser Men her Ruin undertook And can her Guardian-Angel let her stoop At last to Mad-men Fools and to the Pope No Painter no close up this Piece and see This Crowd of Traytors hang'd in Effigie To the KING GReat Charles who full of Mercy would'st command In Peace and Pleasure this thy Native Land At last take pity of thy tottering Throne Shook by the Faults of others not thine own Let not thy Life and Crown together end Destroy'd by a false Brother and a Friend Observe the Danger that appears so near That all your Subjects do each Minute fear One drop of Poison or a Popish Knife Ends all the Joys of England with thy Life Brothers 't is true by Nature should be kind But a too zealous and ambitious Mind Brib'd with a Crown on Earth and one above Harbours no Friendship Tenderness or Love See in all Ages what Examples are Of Monarchs murther'd by their impatient Heir Hard Fate of Princes who will ne'er believe Till the Stroke's struck which they can ne'er retrieve Nostradamus's Prophecy By A. Marvell Esq FOR Faults and Follies London's Doom shall fix And she must sink in Flames in Sixty six Fire-Balls shall fly but few shall see the Train As far as from White-Hall to Pudding-Lane To burn the City which again shall rise Beyond all hopes aspiring to the Skies Where Vengeance dwells But there is one thing more Tho its Walls stand shall bring the City low'r When Legislators shall their Trust betray Saving their own shall give the rest away And those false Men by th' easie People sent Give Taxes to the King by Parliament When bare-fac'd Villains shall not blush to cheat And Chequer Doors shall shut up Lombard-street When Players come to Act the part of Queens Within the Curtains and behind the Scenes When Sodomy shall be prime Min'sters Sport And Whoring shall be the least Crime at Court When Boys shall take their Sisters for their Mate And practice Incest between Seven and Eight When no Man knows in whom to put his trust And e'en to rob the Chequer shall be just When Declarations Lies and every Oath Shall be in use at Court but Faith and Troth When two good Kings shall be at Brentford Town And when in London there shall be not one When the Seat's given to a talking Fool Whom wise Men laugh at and whom Women rule A Min'ster able only in his Tongue To make harsh empty Speeches two hours long When an old Scotch Covenanter shall be The Champion for th' English Hierarchy When Bishops shall lay all Religion by And strive by Law t' establish Tyranny When a lean Treasurer shall in one Year Make himself fat his King and People bare When th' English Prince shall English men despise And think French only Loyal Irish Wise Whon Wooden Shoon shall be the English wear And Magna Charta shall no more appear Then th' English shall a greater Tyrant know Than either Greek or Latin Story shew Their VVives to 's Lust expos'd their VVealth to 's Spoil VVith Groans to fill his Treasury they toil But like the Bellides must sigh in vain For that still fill'd flows out as fast again Then they with envious Eyes shall Belgium see And wish in vain Venetian Liberty The Frogs too late grown weary of their Pain Shall pray to Jove to take him back again Sir Edmundbury Godfrey's Ghost IT happen'd in the twy-light of the Day As England's Monarch in his Closet lay And Chiffinch step'd to fetch the Female-Prey The bloody shape of Godfrey did appear And in sad Vocal sounds these things declare Behold Great Sir I from the Shades am sent To shew these VVounds that did your Fall prevent My panting Ghost as Envoy comes to call And warn you lest like me y' untimely fall VVho against Law your Subjects Lives pursue By the same Rule may dare to murder you I for Religion Laws and Liberties Am mangled thus and made a Sacrifice Think what befel Great Egypt's hardned King VVho scorn'd the Prophet's oft admonishing Shake off your Brandy-slumbers for my VVords More Truth than all your close Cabal affords A Court you have with Luxury o'er-grown And all the Vices e'er in Nature known VVhere Pimps and Pandors in their Coaches ride And in Lampoons and Songs your Lust

ever Reign'd like old Bess in the Ruff. Her VValsingham could dark Counsels unriddle And our Sir J pk write New-Books and Fiddle VV. Truth Brother well said but that 's somewhat bitter His perfum'd Predecessor was never more fitter Yet we have one Secretary Honest and Wise For that very Reason he 's never to rise But can'st thou devise when things will be mended C. When the Reign of the Line of the S t s are ended Conclusion If Speeches from Animals in Romes first Age ●rodigious Events did surely presage That should come to pass all Mankind may swear That which two Inanimate Horses declare But I should have told you before the Jades parted ●oth gallop'd to Whitehall and there humbly farted Which Tyranny's downfal portended much more Than all that the Beasts had spoken before If the Delphick Sybil's Oracular Speeches As learned Men say came out of their Breeches Why might not our Horses since Words are but Wind Have the Spirit of Prophecy likewise behind Tho' Tyrants make Laws which they strictly proclaim To conceal their own Faults and cover their own Shame Yet the Beasts in the Field and the Stones in the Wall Will publish their Faults and prophesy their Fall When they take from the People the Freedom of words They teach them the sooner to fall to their Swords Let the City drink Coffee and quietly groan They that conquer'd the Father won't be Slaves to the Son For Wine and strong Drink make Tumults encrease Chocolate Tea and Coffee are Liquors of Peace No Quarrels or Oaths among those that drink them 'T is Bacchus and the Brewer swear damn 'em and sink 'em Then C s thy late Edict against Coffee recal There 's ten times more Treason in Brandy and Ale On the Lord Mayor and Court of Alderman presenting the late King and Duke of York each with a Copy of their Freedoms Anno Dom. 1674 By A. Marvell Esq I. THE Londoners Gent. to the King do present In a Box the City Maggot 'T is a thing full of Weight that requires the Might Of whole Guild-Hall Team to drag it II. Whilst their Church's unbuilt and their Houses undwelt And their Orphants want ●read to fe●d 'em Themselves they 've bereft of the little Wealth they had left To make an Offering of their Freedom III. O ye Addle-brain'd Cits who henceforth in their Wits Would intrust their Youth to your heading When in Diamonds and Gold you have him thus enroll'd You know both his Friends and his Breeding IV. Beyond Sea he began where such a Riot he ran That every one there did leave him And now he●s come o'er ten times worse than before When none but such Fools would receive him V. He ne'er knew not he how to serve or be free Though he has past through so many Adventures But e'er since he was bound that is he was crown'd He has every Day broke his Indentures VI. He spends all his Days in running to Plays When he should in the Shop be poring And he wasts all his Nights in his constant Delights Of Revelling Drinking and Whoring VII Thro'out Lumbard-street each Man he did meet He would run on the Score and borrow When they 'd ask'd for their own he was broke and gone And his Creditors left to Sorrow VIII Though oft bound to the Peace yet he never would cease To vex his poor Neighbours with Quarrels And when he was beat he still made his Retreat To his Cleavlands his Nels and his Carwels IX Nay his Company lewd were twice grown so rude That had not Fear taught him Sobriety And the House being well barr'd with Guard upon Guard They 'd robb●d us of all our Propriety X. Such a Plot was laid had not Ashley betray'd As had cancell'd all former Disasters And your wives had been Strumpets to his Hignesses Trumpets And Foot-Boys had all been your Masters XI So many are the Debts and the Bastards he gets Which must all be defray'd by London That notwithstanding the Care of Sir Thomas Player The Chamber must needs be undone XII His Words nor his Oath cannot bind him to Troth And he values not Credit or History And though he has serv'd through two Prentiships now He knows not his Trade nor his Mystery XIII Then London Rejoyce in thy fortunate Choice To have made him free of thy Spices And do not mistrust he may once grow more just When he 's worn of his Follies and Vices XIV And what little thing is that which you bring To the Duke the Kingdom 's Darling Ye hug it and draw like Ants at a Straw Tho too small for the Gristle of Starling XV. Is it a Box of Pills to cure the Kings Ills He is too far gone to begin it Or that your fine Show in Processioning go With the Pix and the Host within It. XVI The very first Head of the Oath you him read Shew you all how fit he 's to Govern When in Heart you all knew he ne'er was nor will be true To his Country or to his Soveraign XVII And who could swear that he would forbear To cull out the good of an Alien Who still doth advance the Government of France With a Wife and Religion Italian XVIII And now Worshipful Sirs go fold up your Furrs And Vyners turn again turn again I see who e'ers freed you for Slaves are decreed Until you burn again burn again On Blood 's Stealing the Crown By A. Marvell Esq WHen daring Blood his Rent to have regain'd Upon the English Diadem distrain'd He chose the Cassock Sursingle and Gown The fittest Mask for one that robs the Crown But his lay-pitty underneath prevail'd And whilst he sav'd the Keepers Life he fail'd With the Priests Vestment had he but put on The Prelates Cruelty the Crown had gone A. Marvell Farther Instructions to a Painter 1670 By A. Marvell Esq PAinter once more thy Pencil re-assume And draw me in one Scene London and Rome Here holy Charles there good Aurelius sat Weeping to see their Sons Degenerate His Romans taking up the Teemers Trade The Britains Jigging it in Masquerade Whilst the brave Youths tired with the Toil of State Their wearied Minds and Limbs to recreate Do to their more belov'd Delights repair One to his the other to his Player Then change the Scene and let the next present A Landskip of our Motley Parliament And Place hard by the Bar on the Left-hand Circean Clifford with his Charming Wand Our Pig-ey'd on his Fashion Set by the worst Attorney of our Nation This great Triumvirate that can divide The spoils of England and along that side Place Falstefs Regiment of thred bare Coats All looking this way how to give their Votes And of his dear Reward let none Despair For Mony comes when Sey r leaves the Chair Change once again and let the next affoard The Figure of a Motley Council Board At Arlingtons and round about it sat Our mighty Masters in a warm debate Full Bowls and lusty

Womb Of some rent Cloud does comes The Blazing Meteor or Destructive Stone Distant below the Grumbling Wind Pent up in Earth a vent would find But failing roars Like broken Waves upon the Rocky Shores The Earth with Motion rowls Those Buildings which did brave the Sky Now in an humble posture lye While here and there A subtile Priest and Sooth sayer The Fatal Dirges howl Thus when the first twelve Caesars fell A Jubilee was kept in Hell But when that Heaven designs the Brave Shall quit a Life to fill a Grave The Sun turns pale and Courts a Cloud From Mortals sight his Grief to shroud Shakes from his Face a shower of Rain And faintly views the World again The Tombs of Ancient Heroes weep Hard Marble Tears let fall The Genii who possess the Deep And seems the Islands Fate to keep Lament the Funeral Silence denotes the greatest Woe So Calms precede a Storm Deep Waters smoothest are we know And bear the evenest Form So 't is when Patriots cease to be And hast to Immortality Their Noble Souls blest Angels bear To the Ethereal Palace there Mounting upon the ambient Air While Wounded Atomes press the Ear Of Mortals who far distant are Hence sudden Grief does seize the Mind For good and brave agree Each being moves unto his Kind By Native Sympathy So 't was when mighty Cooper dy'd The Fabius of the Isle A sullen look the Great o'er-spread The Common People look as dead And Nature droopt the while Living Religion Liberty A mighty Fence he stood Peers Rights and Subjects Property None stronglier did maintain than he For which Rome sought his Blood Deep Politician English Peer That quash't the power of Rome The change of State they brought so near In bringing Romish Worship here Was by thy skill o'er-thrown ' Less Heav'n a Miracle design'd Sure it could never be One so Gyantick in his Mind That soar'd a pitch 'bove humane kind So small a Corps should be Time was the Court admir'd thy shrine And did the homage pay But wisely thou didst Countermine And having found the black design Scorn'd the Ignoble way Having thus strongly stem'd the Tide And set thy Country free Thou Cato like an Exile prid'st 'Mongst Enemies belov'd resid'st Whilst Good men Envy thee And as the Sacred Hebrew Seer Canaan to view desir'd So Heav'n did shew this Noble Peer The end of Popish Malice here Which done his soul expir'd A Satyr in Answer to a Friend 1682 'T Is strange that you to whom I 've long been known Should ask me why I always rail at th' Town As a good Hound when he runs near his Prey With double Eagerness is hard to Bay So when a Coxcomb dot● offend my sight To ease my Spleen I straight go home and write I love to bring Vice ill conceal'd to light And I have found that they that Satyr write Alone can season the useful with the sweet Should I write Songs and to cool Shades confin'd Expire with Love who hate all Women kind Then in my Closet like some fighting Sparks Thinking on Phillis Love upon my works I grant I might with bolder Muse inspir'd Some Hero Sing worthy to be admir'd Our King hath Qualities might entertain With Noblest Subjects Waller's lofty Pen. But then you 'll own no Man is thought his Friend That doth not love the Pope and York commend He who his Evil Counsellours dislikes Say what he will still like a Traytor speaks Now I Dissimulation cannot bear Truth and good Sense my Lines alike must share I love to call each Creature by his Name H a Knave S an Honest Man With equal scorn I always did abhor The Effeminate Fops and bustling Men of War The careful Face of Ministers of State I always judg'd to be a down-right Cheat. The smiling Courtier and the Counsellour Grave I always thought two different Marks of Knave They that talk loud and they that draw i' th' Pit These want of Courage shew those want of Wit Thus all the World endeavours to appear What they 'd be thought to be not what they are If any then by most unhappy choice Seek for content in London's crow'd and noise Must form his words and manners to the place If he 'll see Ladies must like Villers dress In a soft tone without one word of Sense Must talk of Dancing and the Court of France Must praise alike the ugly and the fair Buckly's good Nature Feltons shape and Hair Exalt my Lady Portsmouth's Birth and Wit And vow she 's only for a Monarch fit Although the fawning Coxcombs all do know She 's lain with Beaufort and the Count de Leau This method with some ends of Plays Basely apply'd and drest in a French Phrase To Ladies favour can e'en Hewit raise He that from Business would Preferment get Plung'd in the Toyls and Infamies of State All Sense of Honour from his Breast must drive And in a course of Villanies resolve to live Must cringe and flatter the King's Owls and Curs Nay worse must be obsequious to his Whores Must always seem to approve what they commend What they dislike by him must be contemn'd And when at last by a thousand different Crimes The Monster to his wisht-for Greatness climbs He must in his continu'd greatness wait With Guilt and Fears the Imprison'd D y's Fate This Road has H r and S r gone And thus must answer for the Ills they 've done Who then would live in so deprav'd a Town Where pleasure is but Folly power alone By Infamy obtain'd Wise Heraclitus all his life-time griev'd Democritus in endless Laughter Liv'd Yet to the first no fears of Plots were known Nor Parliaments remov'd to Popish Town Murthers not favour'd Virtues not supprest Laws not derided Commons not opprest Nor King who Claudius like expels his Son To make th' Imperious Nero Prince of Rome Nor yet to move the others merry vane Did C●ckolds who each Boy i' th' street could name Most learned proof in publick daily give That they themselves do their own shame contrive While their Lewd Wives scouring from place to place T' expose their secret Members hide their Face But Lo how would this Sage have burst his spleen Had he seen Whore and Fool with merry King And Ministers of State at Supper sit Mistaking Bawdy Ribaldry for wit Whilst C s with tottering Crown and empty purse Derided by his Foes to 's Friends a Curse Abandon'd now by every Man of Wit Delights himself with any he can get Pimps Fools and Parasites make up the Rout For want of Wedding Garments none 's left out But I shall weary both my self and you To tell you all the Follies that I know How a great Lord in numbers soft thought fit Though void of Sense to set up for a Wit And how with wondrous Spirit he and 's Friend An Epitaph to Cruel Cloris pen'd His Name I think I hardly need to tell For who should be but the Lord Ar l. But