had writ Lines that would make the Reader spit Nor beyond puns would Pindar get Virgil and Horace if inspir'd by thee Had writ but lewd and pagan poetry Dull dropsi'd lines or else as dry and raging as a Feaver 4. Treasons committed and contriv'd by thee Kingdoms and Kings subverted 'T is thou makest Rulers fools and cowards bee And such as ought to bend the Knee Madly invade the Soveraignty Thou throw'st us on all actions viâ—e and fell First mak'st us do and then thou mak'st us tell And whom we swore to serve By thee we â—asely have deserted 5. Thou plague of bodies and th' unnatural Nurse Of Sickness and Physitians Raine of wit and strength and fame and purse That hast destroy'd poor mortals worse Then the great plague or Mâ—rosh curse In fifty nine th' hast spilt more English bloud Then e'r in eighty eight the Spaniard could By his Armado or can since destroy By 's Inquisitions 6. Hence from my veins from my desires be gone I loath thee and defie thee I 'll now find out a purer Helicon Which wits may safely feast upon And baffle thy hobgoblin Don And live to see thee and thy mungrel race Contemn'd and rooted out of every place And those thou 'st fool'd and wrong'd like me For ever ever fly thee SONG XXXVIII The Lamentation Written in 164â— 1. MOurn London mourn Bathe thy polluted â—oul in tears Return return Thou hast more cause of grief then th' hadst fo◠〈◊〉 For the whole Kingdoâ—â— now begins To feel thy sorrows as they saw thy sins And now do no Compassion show Unto thy misery and wo But slight thy sufferings as thou didst theirs 2. Pride towring pride And boyling lust those fatal twins Sit side by side And are become plantations of sins Hence thy Relellions first did flow Both to the King above and him below And fordid floth The Nurse of both Have rais'd thy crimes to such a growth That sorrow must conclude as sin begins 3. Fire raging fire Shall burn thy stately towers down Yet not expire Tygres and Wolves or men more savage grown Thy childrens brains and thine shall dash And in your bloud their guilty tallons wash Thy Daughters must Allay their lust Mischiefs will be on miscief thrust Till thy Cap tumble as thou mad'st the Crown 4. Cry London cry Now now petition for redress Where canst thou fly Thy emptied chests augment thy heaviness The Gentry and the Commons loath Th' adored Houses slight thee worse then both The King poor Saint Would help but can't To heav'n alone unfold thy want Thence came thy plagues thence only pity flow'th SONG XXXIX The Riddle Written in 1644. 1. NO more no more We are already pin'd And sore and poor In body and in mind And yet our sufferings have been Less then our sin Come long-desired peace we thee implore And let our pains be less or power more 2. Lament Lament And let thy tears run down To see the rent Between the Robe and Crown Yet both do strive to make it more Then 't was before War like a serpent has its head got in And will not end so soon as 't did begin 3. One body Jars And with its self does fight War meets with wars And might resisteth might And both sides say they love the King And peace will bring Yet since these fatal civil broyles begun Strange Riddle both have conquer'd neither won 4. One God one King One true Religion still In every thing One Law both should fulfil All these both sides does still pretend That they defend Yet to encrease the King and Kingdoms woes Which side soever wins good subjects lose 5. The King doth swear That he doth fight for them And they declare They do the like for him Both say they wish and fight for peace Yet wars increase So between both before our wars be gone Our lives and goods are lost and we 're undone 6. Since 't is our curse To fight we know not why 'T is worse and worse The longer thus we lye For war it self is but a Nurse To make us worse Come blessed peace we once again implore And let our pains be less or power more SONG XL. On the Kings Return 1. LOng have we waited for a happy End Of all our miseries and strif But still in vain the Sword-men did intend To make them hold for term of Life That our distempers might be made Their everlasting livelihood and trade 2. They entayle their Swords and Guns And pay which wounded more Upon their Daughters and their Sons Thereby to keep us ever poor 3. And when the Civil wars were past They civil Government envade To make our taxes and our slavery last Both to their titles and their trade 4. But now we are redeem'd from all By our Indulgent King Whose coming does prevent our fall With loyal and with joyful hearts we 'l sing Chorus Welcome welcome royal May Welcome long desired Spring Many Springs and Mays we 've seen Have brought forth what 's gay and green But none is like this glorious day Which brings forth our Gracious King SONG XLI A Catch LEt 's leave off our labour and now let 's go play For this is our time to be jolly Our plagues and our plaguers are both fled away To nourish our griefs is but folly He that won't drink and sing Is a Traytor to 's King And so 's he that does not look twenty years younger We 'l look blithe and trim With rejoycing at him That is the restorer and will be the Prolonger Of all our felicity and health The joy of our hearts and increase of our wealth 'T is he brings our trading our trading brings riches Our riches brings honours at which every mind itches And our riches bring Sack our Sack brings us joy And our joy makes us leap and sing Vive le Roy. SONG XLII For General Monk his entertainment at Cloath-workers-Hall 1. RIng Bells and let bone-fires out-blaze the Sun Let ecchoes contribute their voice Since now a happy settlement's begun Let all things tell how all good men rejoyce If these sad Lands by this Can but obtain the bliss Of their desired though abused peace We 'l never never more Run mad as we have heretofore To buy our ruine but all strife shall cease 2. The Cobler shall edifie us no more Nor shall in divinity set any stitches The women we will no more hear and adore That preach with their husbands for the breeches The Phanatical tribe That will not subscribe To the orders of Church and of State Shall be smother'd with the zeal Of their new common-weal And no man will mind what they prate Chorus We 'l eat and we 'l drink we 'l dance and we 'l sing The Roundheads Caveys no more shall be nam'd But all joyn together to make up the ring And rejoyce that the many-headed dragon is tam'd 'T is friendship and love that can save us and arm us And while we
the best of the Nation Are all for the King by a new translation He that won't believe 't is a Jew 3. The poor Caveliers thought all was their own And now was their time to sway But friends they have few and money they 've none And so they mistook their way When they seek for preferments the Rebels do rout ' um And having no money they must go without 'um The Courtiers do carry such stomachs about 'um They speak no English but PAY 4. And those very rebels that hated the King And no such office allow By the help of their boldness and one other thing Are brought to the King to bow And there both pardons and honours they have with which they think they 're secure and brave But the title of Knight on the back of a Knave 〈…〉 's like a saddle upon a sow 5. Those men are but fools as matters now stand That would not be Rebels and Traytors To grow rich and rant o'r the best of the land And tread on the poor Cinque Quaters To do what they list and none dare complain To rise from a cart and drive Charles his wain And for this be made Lords and Knights in grain O 't is sweet to ambitious natures 6. If the times turn about 't is but to comply And make a formal submission And with every new power to live and die Then they are in a safe condition For none are condemned but those that are dead Nor must be secur'd but those that are fled And none but the poor rogues sequestred The great ones buy remission 7. The Fortieth part of their riches will Secure t'other thirty nine And so they will keep above us still But hang 't we 'l ne'r repine The Devil does into their natures creep That they can no more from their villany keep Then a Wolfe broke loose can from killing of sheep Or a Poet refrain from wine 8. Now Heaven preserve our Merciful King And continue his grace and pity And may his prosperity be like a spring And stream from him to the City May James and George those Dukes of renown Be the two supporters of Englands Crown And may all honest men enjoy what 's their own And so I conclude my ditty XIV The Holy Pedler 1. FRom a Forraign shore I am not come to store Your Shops with rare devices No drugs do I bring from the Indian King No Peacocks Apes nor Spices Such wares I do show As in England do grow And are for the good of the Nation Let no body fear To deal in my ware For Sacriledge now 's in fashion 2. I the Pedler am That came from Amsterdam With a pack of new Religions I did every one fit According to 's wit From the Tub to Mahomets pigeons Great trading I found For my spiritual ground Wherein every man was a medler I made people decline The learned Divine And then they bought Heaven of the Pedler 3. First Surplices I took Next the Common-prayer-book And made all those Papists that us'd 'um Then the Bishops and Deans I strip'd of their means And gave it to those that abus'd ' um The Clergy-men next I withdrew from their Text And set up the gifted brother Thus Religion I made But a matter of trade And I car'd nor for one or t'other 4. Then Tythes I fell upon And those I quickly won 'T was prophane in the Clergy to take 'um But they serv'd for the Lay Till I sold them away And so did Religious make 'um But now come away To the Pedler I pray I scorn to rob or cozen If Churches you lack Come away to my pack Here 's thirteen to the dozen 5. Church Militants they be For now we do see They have fought so long with each other The Rump's Churches threw down Those that stood for the Crown And sold them to one another Then come you factious crue Here 's a bargain now for you With the spoils of the Church you may revel Now pull down the bells And then hang up your selves And so give his due to the Devil XV. A Serious Ballade written in 1645. I Love my King and Countrey well Religion and the Laws Which I 'm mad at the heart that e're we did sell To buy the good Old Cause These unnatural wars And brotherly jars Are no delight or joy to me But it is my desire That the wars should expire And the King and his Realms agree 2. I never yet did take up arms And yet I dare to dye But I 'll not be seduc'd by phanatical charms Till I know a Reason why Why the King and the State Should fall to debate I ne'r could yet a reason see But I find many one Why the wars should be done And the King and his Realms agree 3. I love the King and the Parliament But I love them both together And when they by division asunder are rent I know 't is good for neither Which so e'r of those Be victorious I 'm sure for us no good 't will be For our plagues will encrease Unless we have peace And the King and his Realms agree 4. The King without them can't long stand Nor they without the King 'T is they must advise and 't is he must command For their power from his must spring 'T is a comfortless sway Where none will obey If the King han't's right which way shall we They may Vote and make Laws But no good they will cause Till the King and his Realms agree 5. A pure Religion I would have Not mixt with humane wit And I cannot endure that each ignorant knave Should dare to meddle with it The tricks of the Law I would faign withdraw That it may be alike to each degree And I faign would have such As do meddle so much With the King and the Church agree 6. We have pray'd and pay'd that the wars might cease And we be free men made I would fight if my fighting would bring any peace But war is become a trade Our servants did ride with swords by their side And made their Masters foot-men be But we will be no more slaves To the beggars and knaves Now the King and the Realms do agree XVI An Ode Written in 1643. WHat 's this that shrouds WIn these Opacous clouds The glorious face of heav'n and dims our light What must we ever lye Mantled in dark stupidity Still groveling in a daily night And shall we have no more the sun allow'd Why does the Sun grow dim or do the stars grow proud 2. Why should false zeal Thus scorch our common-weal And make us slight bright Phaebus purer fires Why do these plannets run They would but cannot be the Sun Yet every saucy flame aspires Though they 've no reason to affect the same Since they have nought of fire but the meer rage and name 3. Now since our Sun Has left this Horizon Can all the stars though by united pow'r Undark the night Or equal him
as Romulus was 9. At last when the rout with their head did fall out And the wars thereupon did fall in He went to the field with a sword but no shield Strong drink was his buckler within 10. But when he did spy how they dropt down and die And did hear the bullets to sing His arms he flung down and run fairly to town And exchang'd his sword for his sling 11. Yet he claimed his share in such honours as were Belonging to nobler spirits That ventur'd their lives while this Buffon survives To receive the reward of their merits 12. When the wars were all done he his fighting begun And would needs shew his valour in peace Then his fury he flings at poor conquer'd things And frets like a hog in his grease 13. For his first feat of all on a Wit he did fall A wit as some say and some not Because he 'd an art to rhithm on the quart But never did care for the pot 14. And next on the cocks he fell like an Ox And took them and their Masters together But the combs and the spurs kept himself his Sirs Who are to have both or neither 15. The cause of his spite was because they would fight And because he durst not he did take-on And said they were fit for the pot not the pit And would serve to be eaten with bacon 16. But flesh'd with these spoyles the next of his toyles Was to fall with wild-beasts by the ears To the Bear-ward he goeth then opened his mouth And said oh are you there with your bears 17. Our stories are dull of a cock and a bull But such was his valour and care Since he bears the bell the tales that we tell Must be of a cock and a bare 18. The crime of the bares was they were Caveliers And had formerly fought for the King And pull'd by the Burrs the round-headed Currs That they made both their ears to ring 19. Our successour of Kings like blind fortune flings Upon him both honour and store Who has as much right to make Tom a Knight As Tom has desert and no more 20. But Fortune that whore still attended this Brewer And did all his atchievements reward And blindly did fling on this lubberly thing More honour and made him a Lord. 21. Now he walks with his spurs and a couple of curs At his heels which he calls Squires So when honour is thrown on the head of a clown 'T is by Parasites held up and Lyars 22. The rest of his pranks will merit new thanks With his death if we did but know it But we 'l leave him and it to a time and place fit And Greg. shall be funeral Poet. VIII The New Mountebank Written in 1643. IF any body politick Of plenty or ease be very sick There 's a Physician come to Town Of far fetcht fame and high renown Though call'd a Mountebank 't is meant Both words being French a Parliament Who from Geneva and Amsterdam From Germany and Scotland came Now lies in London but the place If men say true is in his face His Scaffold stands on Tower-hill When he on Strafford try'd his skill Off went his head you 'l think him slain But straight 't was voted on again Diurnals are his weekly-bills Which speak how many he cures or kills But of the Errata we 'l advise For cure read kill for truth read lies If any Traytor be diseased with a sore-neck and would be eased There is a pill they call a Vote Take it ex tempore it shall do 't If any conscience be to strict Here 's several p 〈…〉 from Lectures pickt Which swallowed down will stretch it full As far as 't is from this to Hull Is any by Religion bound Or Law and would be looser found Here 's a Glister which we call His priviledge o'r-topping all Is any money left or plate Or goods bring 't in at any rate He 'l melt three shillings into one And in a minute leave you none Here 's powder to inspire the lungs Here 's water that unties your tongues Spight of the Law 't will set you free To speak treason only lispingly Here 's Leeches which if well apply'd And fed will stick close to your fide Till your superfluous bloud decay Then they 'l break and drop away But here 's a soveraign Antidote Be sure our Soveraign never know 't Apply it as the Doctour pleases 'T will cure all wounds and all diseases A drug none but himself e're saw 'T is call'd a Fundamental Law Here 's Glasses to delude your sight Dark Lanthorns here here bastard light This if you conquer trebbles the men If loose a hundred seems but ten Here 's Opium to lull asleep And here lie dangerous plots in steep Here stands the safety of the City There hangs the invisible Committee Plundring's the new Philosophers stone Turns war to Gold and Gold to 〈…〉 e And here 's an Ordinance that shall At one full shot enrich you all He 's skilled in the Mathematicks And in his circle can do tricks By raising spirits that can smell Plots that are hatcht as deep as hell Which ever to themselves are known The Devil 's ever kind to his own All this he gratis doth and saith He 'l only take the Publick Faith Flock to him then make no delay The next fair wind he must away IX The Saints Encouragement Written in 1643. FIght on brave Souldiers for the cause Fear not the Caveliers Their threatnings are as senseless 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 plundring men And shedding guiltless blood Down with the Orthodoxal train All Loyal Subjects slay When these are gone we shall be blest The clean contrary way When Charle◠we 've bankrupt made like us Of Crown and power bereft him And all his loyal subjects slain And none but Rebels left him When we 've beggar ' d all the Land And sent our Truncks away We 'l make him then a glorious Prince The clean contrary way 'T is to preserve his Majesty That we against him fight Nor are we ever beaten back Because our cause is right If any make a scruple on 't Out Declarations say Who fight for us fight for the King The clean contrary way At Keynton Branford Plymmouth York And divers places more What victories we Saints obtain'd The like ne'r seen before How often we Prince Rupert kill'd And bravely won the day The wicked Caveliers did run The clean contrary way The true Religion we maintain The Kingdomes peace and plenty The priviledge of Parliament Not known to one of twenty The ancient Fundamental Laws And teach men to obey Their Lawful Soveraign and all these The clean contrary way We subjects Liberties preserve By prisonment and plunder And do
who 'll soon throw down what e'r they mounted high Nor trust in friends he that 's now hedg'd about In time of need can hardly find one out Nor yet in strength or power for sin will be The desolation of my strength and me Nor yet in Crowns and Kingdomes who has all 's expos'd to a heavy though a royal fall Nor yet in wisdome policy or wit It cannot keep me harmless or I it He that had all man could attain unto He that did all that wit or power could do Or grace or virtue prompt could not avoid That sad and heavy load our sins have laid Upon his innocent and sacred Head but must Submit his person to bould Rebels lust And their insatiate rage who did condemn And kill him while he pray'd and dy'd for them Our only trust is in the King of Kings To wait with patience the event of things He that permits the Fathers tumbling down Can raise and will the Son up to the Crown He that permits those traytors impious hands To murther his anointed and his Lands To be usurp'd can when he sees it fit Destroy those Monsters which he did permit And by their head-long and unpitied fall Make the Realms Nuptial of their Funeral Mean time that Sainted Martyr from his throne See's how these laugh and his good subjects groan And hugs his blessed change whereby he is Rob'd in t ' a Crown and murther'd into a bliss LVI A Funeral Elegy GOn are those Halcyon daies when men did dare Do good for love undrawn by gain or fear Gon are our Heroes whose vast souls did hate Vice though 't were cloath'd in sanctity or state Gon is our Aâ—brey who did then take's time To dye when worthy men thought life a crime One whose pure soul with nobleness was fill'd And scorn'd to live when peace truth were kill'd One who was worthy by descent and birth Yet would not live a burthen on the earth Nor draw his honour from his Grandsires name Unless his progeny might do the same No guilded Mammon yet had enough to spend To feed the poor and entertain his friend No gaping Miser whose desire was more T' enrich himself by making's neighbour poor Then to lay out himself his wealth and health To buy his Countreys good and Common-wealth Religion was his great delight and joy Not as 't is now to plunder and destroy He lean'd on those two pillars faith and reason Not false Hypocrisie nor headlong Treason His piety was with him bred and grown He 'ld build ten Churches e'r he 'ld pull down one Constant to 's principles and though the times Made his worth sin and his pure vertues crimes He stood unmov'd spite of all troubles hurl'd And durst support but not turn with the World Call'd to the Magistracy he appear'd One that desir'd more to be lov'd then fear'd Justice and Mercy in him mingled so That this flew not too high nor that too low His mind could not be carved worse or better By mean mens flattery nor by great mens letter Nor sway'd by Bribes though profer'd in the dark He scorn'd to be half Justice and half Clerk But all his distributions ev'nly ran Both to the Pesant and the Gentleman He did what nature had design'd him to In his due time while he had strength to do And when decay and age did once draw nigh He 'd nothing left to do but only dye And when he felt his strength and youth decline His bodies loss strength'ned his souls design And as the one did by degrees decay T'other ran swifter up the milkie way Freed from those sicknesses that are the pages Attending Natures sad decay and ages His spotless soul did from his body fly And hover in the heav'nly Galaxy Whence he looks down and lets the living see What he was once and what we ought to be LVII Upon the Death of that Reverend and learned Divine Mr. Josias Shute TUsh tush â— he is not dead I lately spy'd One smile at 's first-born Sons birth and a bride Into her heart did entertain delight At the approach of her wish'd wedded night All which delights if he were dead would turn To grief yea mirth it self be forc'd to mourn Inspired Poets would forget to laugh And write at once his and Mirths Epitaph Sighs would engross our breath there would appear Anthems of joy lymbeck'd into a tear Each face would be his death-bed in each eye 'T were easie then to read his Elegy Each soul would be close-mourner each tongue tell Stories prick'd out to 'th tune o' th Passing bell The World re-drown'd in tears each heart would be a Marble-stone each stone a Niobe But he alass is gone nor do we know To pay for loss of him deserving wo Like Bankrupts in our grief because we may Not half we owe him give we 'l nothing pay For should our tears like the Ocean issue forth They could not swell adaequate to his worth So far his worth 's above our knowledge that We only know we 've lost we know not what The mourning Heaven beholding such a dearth Of tears showrs rain to liquifie the earth That we may see from its adulterate womb If it be possible a second come Till then 't is our unhappiness we can't Know what good dwelt in him but by the want He was no whirlegig Lect'rer of the times That from a heel-block to a Pulpit climbs And there such stuff among their Audients break They seem to have mouth and words yet cannot speak Nor such as into Pasqnil Pulpits come With thundering non-sense but to beat the Drum To Civil Wars whose Texts and Doctrines run As if they were o' th separation And by their spiritual law have marry'd been Without a ring because they were no kin Knowledge and zeal in him so sweetly met His Pulpit seem'd a second Olivet Where from his lips he would deliver things As though some Seraphin had clap'd his wings His painful Sermons were so neatly dress'd As if an Anthem were in prose express'd Divinity and Art were so united As if in him both were Hermophradited Oh what an ex'llent Surgeon has he been To Set a conscience out of joynt by sin He at one blow could wound and heal we all Wondred to see a purge a cordial His Manna-â—reathing Sermous often have Given all our good thoughts life our bad a grave Satan and Sin were never more put to 't Then when they met with their still-conquering Shute His life was the use of 's doctrine so 't was known That Shute and Saint were convertible grown He did live Sermons the Prophane were vext To see his actions comments on his Text So imitable his vertues did appear As if each place to him a Pulpit were He was himself a Synod ours had been Void had he liv'd or but an idle dinn His Presence so divine that Heaven might be If it were possible more Heavenly And now we well perceive with what intent Death made
tedious travel to the mind Which our great God in wisdom has design'd For us poor Sons of mortals and thought fit That we therein should exercise our wit All that hath been and all that hath been done All Creatures actions underneath the Sun My searching soul hath seen by contemplation And lo all 's vanity and the souls vexation All men all things are crooked and perverse Full of defects are it and they and theirs All so imperfect that they 're not at all And which we may the great'st vexation call This crookedness cannot be rectifi'd Nor those defects though numberless supply'd When I arriv'd the very top of all That the mistaken Mamonists miscal And think their chiefest blessings wealth and wit With all th' additaments that cleave to it Then did I to my heart Communicate And said Lo I 've attain'd a vast estate And do in wisdome far transcend all them That reigned before me in Jerusalem And to compleat the wisdome of my mind To my large knowledge have experience joyn'd I did apply my active mind to know Wisdome and folly nay and madness too And from th' experience of all I find All this is but vexation of the mind For in much wisdom lies much grief and those That increase knowledge but increase their woes LII A Speech made to the Lord General Monck at Cloth-workers-Hall in London the 13. of March 1659. at which time he was there entertained by that worthy Company NAy then let me come too with my Address Why mayn't a Rustick promise or profess His good affection t' you Why not declare His Wants how many and how great they are And how you may supply them Since you may See our hearts mourn although our clothes be gray Great Hero of three Nations Whose bloud springs From pious and from pow'rful Grand-sire Kings With whose bloud-royal you 've enrich'd your veyns And by continu'd Policy and Pains Have equall'd all their Glory so that now Three Kinglefs Scepters to your feet do bow And court Protection and Alliance too And what great men still reach'd at stoops to you But you 're too truly Noble to aspire By Fraud or Force to Greatness or t' acquire Scepters and Crowns by robbery or base And wilful breach of Trusts and Oaths nor place Your happiness in ravished Dominion Whose Glory 's only founded in opinion Attended still with danger fear and doubt And fears within worse then all those without You must still watch and fear and think and must Lose all content to gratifie one lust Should you invade the Throne or aim at Pelf Throw down three Nations to set up your self Kings are but royal slaves and Prisoners too They alwaies toyl and alwaies guarded go You are for making Princes and can find No work proportion'd to your pow'r and mind But Atlas-like to bear the World and be The great Restorer of the Liberty Of three long captiv'd Kingdomes who were thrown By others strong delusions and their own Misguided zeal to do and suffer what Their very Souls now grieve and tremble at Debauch'd by those they thought would teach and rule 'um Who now they find did ruine and befool 'um Our meanings still were honest for alas We never dream't of what 's since come to pass 'T was never our intent to violate The setled Orders of the Church or State To throw down Rulers from their lawful Seat Merely to make ambitious small things great Or to subvert the Lawes but we thought then the Laws were good if manag'd by good men And so we do think still and find it true Old Lawes did more good and less harm then new And 't was the plague of Countreys and of Cities When that great belly'd house did spawn Committees We fought not for Religion for 't is known Poor Men have little and some great Ones none Those few that love it truly do well know None can take 't from us whe'r we will or no. Nor did we fight for laws nor had we need For if we had but gold enough to feed Our talking Lawyers we had Laws enough Without addressing to the sword or Buffe Nor yet for Liberties for those are things Have cost us more in Keepers than in Kings Nor yet for Peace for if we had done so The Souldiers would have beat us long ago Yet we did fight and now we see for what To shuffle mens Estates those owners that Before these wars could call Estates their own Are beaten out by others that had none Both Law and Gospel overthrown together By those who ne'r believ'd in or lov'd either Our truth our trade our peace our wealth our freedom And our full Parliaments that did get and breed 'um Are all devour'd and by a Monster fell Whom none but you could satisfie or quell You 're great you 're good you 're valiant and you 're wise You have Briarcus hands and Argus eyes You are our English Champion you 're the true St. George for England and for Scotland too And though his story 's question'd much by some Whe'r true or false this Age and those to come Shall for the future find it so far true That all was but a Prophecy of you And all his great and high Atchievements be Explain'd by you in this Mythology Herein you 've far out done him he did fight But with one single Dragon but b' your might A Legion have been tam'd and made to serve The People whom they mean t' undo and starve In this you may do higher and make fame Immortalize your celebrated name This ages glory wonder of all after If you would free the Son as he the Daughter LIII Leges Convivales quod faelix faustumque convivis in Apolline sit NEmo asymbolus nisi umbra huc venito Idiota insulsus tristis turpis abesto Eruditi Urbani Hilares modesti adsciscuntur Nec lectae foeminae repudiantur In apparatu quod convivis corruget nares nil esto Epulae delectu potius quam sumptu parantur Obsonatur coquus convivarum gulae periti sunto De discubitu non contenditur Ministri à dapibus oculati muti A poculis auriti celeres sunto Vina puris fontibus ministrantur aut vapulet hospes Moderatis poculis provocare sodales fas esto At fabulis magis quà m vino velitatio fiat Convivae nec muti nec loquaces sunto De seriis aut sacris poti Saturi ne disserunto Fidicen nisi accersitus non venito Admissorisu tripudiis choreis cantu salibus Omni gratiarum festivitate sacra celebrantur Jeci sine felle sunto Insipida poemata nulla recitantur Versus scribere nullus cogitur Argumentationis totius strepitus abesto Amatoriis querelis ac suspiriis liber angulus esto Lapitharum more Scyphis pugnare vitrea collidere Fenestras excutere supellectilem dilacerare ne fas esto Qui foras dicta vel facta eliminet eliminator Neminem reum pocula Jaciunto Focus perennis esto Ben.