Flame Which Millions now do seek in vain Eternal Penance now 's thy Fate For having wept and sigh'd too late That short remorse that thou didst flie Is chang'd into Eternity Neglected Mercy hath no room When Justice once has fixt his Doom Prevent them timely by thy Care That endless Penance of Despair Then weep betimes your Tears here may Turn Night into Eternal Day It 's only they have power to move And turn God's Blessing into Love If by the Virtue of his Grace Thou shewest them a proper place Which grant we may for Christ's sake Majesty in Misery Or an Imploration to the KING of Kings Written by His late Majesty King CHARLES the First in his durance at Carisbroke Castle 1648. GReat Monarch of the World from whose Arm springs The Potency and Power of Kings Record the Royal Woe My Sufferings And teach my Tongue that ever did confine Its Faculties in Truth 's Seraphick Line To track the Treasons of Thy Foes and Mine Nature and Law by Thy Divine Decree The only Work of Righteous Loyalty With this dim Diadem invested Me. With it the sacred Scepter purple Robe Thy holy Unction and the Royal Globe Yet I am levell'd with the Life of Job The fiercest Furies that do daily tread Vpon My Grief My Gray Discrowned Head Are those that owe My Bounty for their Bread They raise a War and Christen It the CAUSE Whilst Sacrilegious Persons have Applause Plunder and Murther are the Kingdom 's Laws Tyranny bears the Title of Taxation Revenge and Robery are Reformation Oppression gains the name of Sequestration My Loyal Subject who in this bad Season Attended me by the Law of God and Reason They dare Impeach and punish for High-Treason Next at the Clergy do their Furies frown Pious Episcopacy must go down They will destroy the Crozier and the Crown Church-men are chain'd and Schismaticks are freed Mechanicks preach and Holy Fathers bleed The Crown is crucified with the Creed The Church of England does all Faction foster The Pulpit is usurpt by each Imposter Ex tempore excludes the Pater Noster The Presbyter and Independent's Seed Springs from broad blades to make Religion bleed Herod and Pontius Pilate are agreed The Corner Stone 's misplac'd by every Pavier With such a bloody Method and Behaviour Their Ancestors did crucifie our Saviour My Royal Consort from whose Fruitful Womb So many Princes legally have come Is forc'd in Pilgrimage to seek a Tomb. Great Britain's Heir is forced into France Whilst on his Father's Head his Foes advance Poor Child He weeps out his Inheritance With My own Power My Majesty they wound In the King's Name the King Himself 's uncrownd So doth the Dust destroy the Diamond With Propositions daily they inchant My Peoples Ears such as due Reason daunt And the Almighty will not let Me grant They promise to erect My Royal Stem To make Me Great â— ' advance my Diadem If I will first fall down and Worship Them But for Refusal they devour My Thrones Distress My Children and destroy My Bones I fear they 'll force Me to make Bread of Stones My Life they prize at such a slender Rate That in My Absence they draw Bills of Hate To prove the KING a Traitor to the State Felons attain more Priviledge than I They are allow'd to Answer e'er they dye 'T is Death to Me to ask the Reason why But Sacred Saviour with Thy Words I woo Thee to forgive and not be bitter to Such as Thou know'st do not know what they do For since they from the LORD are so disjoynted As to contemn the Edict He appointed How can they prize the Power of his Anointed Augment My Patience nullifie My Hate Preserve My Issue and inspire My Mate Yet though We perish bless this Church and State Vota dabunt quae Bella negarunt Interrogatories Or a Dialogue between WHIG and TORY Whig WHat is term'd Popery Tory. To Depose a King W. What 's true Presbytery T. To Act the Thing W. What 's our best way to thorough Reformation T. By Lies and Fables to embroil the Nation W. Of Sin what 's greatest T. Perjury W. What then of Perjuries the worst T. By Hired Men. W. What Hired Perjury doth God most abhorr T. That which Religion feigns pretences for W. When doth this Crime portend a Kingdom 's â—all T. When countenanc'd 't is Epidemical W. What follows from degrading a Successor T. A Right of next Dethroning a Possessor W. When shall free Subjects be no more opprest T. When once they know what 't is they'd have redrest W. When shall sweet Concord our lost Peace repair T. When Covenant agrees with Common Prayer W. When shall the Brethren cease to groan T. When Eighty Two returns to Forty One W. Of all Mankind what 's the most Injur'd thing T. T is a French Subject or God save King On the Relief of Vienna a Hymn for the True-Protestants REnown'd be Christian Arm The Turkish Whigs be damn'd And lousie Holwel in their Head Who our blue Saints has shamm'd II. These are your precious Rogues Rather than not Rebel Against their Lawful Prince and God They 'l joyn the Devil of Hell III. These are your True-blue-men Who Persecution cry When They with Julian their old Friend The Christian God defie IV. But he has found an Arm To do the Royal Work And vindicate Himself against True-Protestant and Turk V. 'T was a true Christian Prince That made him know His pleasure And taught the Villains what is due Both to their GOD and CESAR VI. God bless our good King CHARLES And JAMES His own dear Brother And may they both live long live long To Sucour one another VII God bless the King of Poland too And every Christian KING The Name is sacred Hang the Dogs Who do not love the Thing A Narrative of the Popish Plot shewing the cunning Contrivance thereof The Contents of the First Part. How Sir Godfrey is kill'd his Body they hide Which brought out in Chair a Horseback does ride How Jesuits disguis'd our Houses do fire How subtly they Plot the King's death conspire Of divers great Lords drawn in to their Bane An Irish Army and Pilgrims from Spain I. GOod People I pray give ear unto me A Story so strange you have never been told How the Jesuit Devil and Pope did agree Our State to destroy and Religion so old To murder our King A most horrible thing But first of Sir Godfrey of his Death I must sing For how e'er they disguis'd we plainly can see Who murder'd that Knight no good Christian cou'd be The truth of my story if any man doubt W'have witnesses ready to swear it all out II. At Somerset-house there is plain to be seen A Gate which will lead you into the back-Court This place for the Murder most fitting did seem For thither much People be freely resort His Body they toss'd From Pillar to Post And shifted so often t 'had like t'
When they can Save and yet you see How Blood of Innocents we Spill 18. The Law condemns a Priest to die But Supream Law commands them no That for their Lives they must not flie One of the two they must forego 19. Our Faith in many points agree Our Birthrights we may claim of old What is it then to any he If ancient Verity I hold 20. Likely you Err for upward look What ages past believ'd do I And nearer to the Spring the Brook Far distant doth in Puddles die If at the Fount I Drink or Wash The Christal Spring hath us'd no dash 21. Hath Charity deserv'd to Die Our Saviour Suffered for that We sometimes kill an Enemy Not murther Friends for none knows what 22. Our Laws receive their force from Power And the Offenders forfeit Life Here 't is where Law doth Law devour And why such Law would end the Strife 23. Men long in Peace deserving well From King and Country now surpriz'd And charg'd with Crimes no age can tell But those who have this Plot devis'd 24. Now worthy Scrogs your Brethren too Unbyass'd let your Judgements fall We dare the World what they can do May we have Justice when we call 25. Oh! Cleaveland hadst thou liv'd this age Thou couldst not Write unless to Lie For none but Devils tread our Stage Where speaking Truth you surely Die For publick Good or Popery 26. A King to Govern or else none A Linsey woolsey Government 'T is Rabble Property they own And say 't is Law or so 't is meant 27. They stalk with one ambitions Fool Affecting Popularity Make use of Him as a Close-stool First fill Him up then throw Him by 28. The Monster Mobile then Roars Prepar'd by th' Mountebank of State We 'll have no Fools nor Sons of Whores A Common wealth shall end their Date 29 Nor King nor Parliament nor Laws Kill all pretenders to the Crown Nor Lords nor Bishop those Py'd Daws With all adherents shall go down 30. Then up go we we 'll share the Land Too long they have usurp'd our Right And now by turns we 'll all command And shew the World our last New Light 31. Are we not good as Fisher-men Our Hogan-Mogan Neighbours now They were call'd Traytors and what then Their King that was now does them allow 32. They did Reform it thriv'd so good God did intend what they should be They were inforc'd to let some Blood As We to purge Idolatry 33. Your Elders Laws have that vast scope Preliminary to all Power Each in his Parish would be Pope Like Baal's Priests all things devour 34. These are your Saintships Rules of State And Lueifer hath Lectur'd you All above you ye Deadly hate And would not God should have his due 35. Must still the Van Religion Led on by Lies and false pretence Bring up the Rear Rebellion And blind your Reason without Sense 36. Set up an Idol-Parliament Which with false Worship men adore As if Religion were now meant The House of Commons Common-Whore 37. The slights of Hocus not so plain Though Cheats our sight yet none believe But Hocus still he doth remain Through fine Conveyance in his Sleeve 38. Thus Captain Satan leads you on Your Pride and Malice makes you Swell Then Captain leaves ye all alone You 'l find the way your selves to Hell 39. Damn'd Hypocrites Rebellious Race In Power Impudent and Bold Pale Whining Cowards Face to Face Your Good and Hopes lyes in your Gold 40. Short-sighted Fools can your base Coin Corrupt that God who Kings protects Or suffer you to break that Line Which he hath made and still directs 41. 'T is not to cast down Popery But by your counterfeited Zeal To raise New-Englands Anarchy Devolving to a Commonweal 42. Too long on Caterpillers I Digression make but now to Men Whose Honour in Antiquity Deserves to be reviv'd again 43. Religion early there embrac'd By Race of Kings Christians bold Brave men at Arms and not debas'd And now this Age revives the Old 44 Now Sweet blows the Northern Air Dispelling Mists and no Clouds there The Rebel Covenant washed fair No thoughts against an apparent Heir 45. Brave Scots go on a Braver man Ne're wanted yet Protection Than our Great Duke of York what can But This merit Oblivion All that is past of Guilty Fact Lies buried here in this one Act. 46. None live Unblemish'd or who not deceiv'd Who ever Trusts unhappily May err If none must be believ'd We must forsake Society 47. Frailties to all men are allow'd We Plume not here on Angels Wings The weak or fearful in a Cloud Cannot distinguish best of Things 48. Repentance wipes out blackest Spots If ye relapse y' are sick to death Be henceforth call'd the Convert-Scots This Covenant sign now with your Breath 49. A Glorious occasion now Courts ye with opportunity Let after-ages say of You When all men fail'd us You stood by 50. Your King your Country all their Friends Now need your Duty and your Love Bravely appear and make amends Let 's Hand in Hand together move 51. Down with your Kirk-Roost Curb them so They cannot hurt take Sword in Hand Defend your King from In-bred Foe And York conduct you in Command 52. The Law of Nature binds Mankind And that Religion is so true To give and take with equal mind To God and Caesar what is due 53. Rouse then Brave men let the World see What you dare do for Royal Blood Your Lives and Country are not free ' Less you maintain Monarchy Good 54. But if ye fail all Good mens Curse On you and your Posterity May ye be Slaves and what is worse Beg Bread of your Presbytery A Postscript upon the D. of York's Return to Scotland NOw York again Shines in our Sphere A constant Day-light true born Son Which doth forebode a Happy Year Now finish what you have begun 2. If your wild Spirit is possest With Hellish Principles Rebel And against Legal Power protest Send them the shortest way to Hell 3. For speedy Justice in a Storm And Mutiny more Souls doth Save Then slow Proceeding by Laws Form Lost time a Master 's made a Slave 4. Examples made to terrifie Makes men consider what they do where no Reprieve is but must Die Men are unapt t' engage that Foe 5. Let your Great Council make an Act And by that Act all Subjects Bind To take an Oath or else be Rackt Till the Succession they have Sign'd 6. Our Lofty Shrubs rais'd by the King That on his Seat Justice Out-face Must tumble down that no such thing Be ever nam'd but with Disgrace 7. Ingrateful Brutes baser than Slaves The fallen Angels is your sin Who for your Makers do dig Graves But in those Pits your selves fall in 8. Foolish Achitophels his Fate Follows your Steps and you must Die For the same Cause and at the Gate Where Treason 's joyn'd with Perjury 9. The Protestant Religion Is the false cry and common
1680. GO Best in all that 's good We cannot bear The Radiant Lustre of thy Virtues here Owls hate the Sun Dark Deeds abhor the Light Ills appear worse still by their Opposite Obey thy Heavenly in thy Earthly King Confound thine Enemies by Suffering O'recome by Good Let Furious Factions see Thine's Peace when their Religion's Cruelty Go Prince Couragious Prince Our Champion may Great Britains Guardian Angel lead thy way May the cold Hemisphere Thou go'st to Grace Receive new warmth and vigour from thy Face May all that 's Happy thy Companion be Till Heaven bring Thee to Us or Us to Thee Go Prince Great Britain's Genius with his Train Guard thee to Scotland Bring Thee safe again That like Great Constantine Thy glorious days May Crown thy Sufferings with Immortal Bays And as His Zeal the mis-led World did bring To Love and Honour their Celestial King So may thy Zeal move this misguided Nation To follow Thee in Loyal Reputation In being Just and Faithful to their King And all with one accord aloud shall Sing Long live Great Charles our Nations Joy And all Men sing Vive Le Roy. The DUKE's Welcom from Scotland to London ART come Sweet Prince Wil t ' once more daign to chear With Thy Bright Beams our drooping Hemisphere Can nothing check thy Love suppress thy Flame Still England's Guardian Angel Still the same Redoubled wrongs on Thee the Crown and State Can only move Thy Pity not Thy Hate Who Good for Evil dost Retaliate Thy tender Heart and soft-loves conquer'd Will Plead this though bad This is thy Country still Relaps'd into Her former Agony Gasping Britannia seeks relief from Thee Scotland that once contagious Vip'rous Land Doth now our Envy and Example stand Charm'd by thy prudent Head and gentle hand Under his Vine each chearful Swain doth sit The Serpent's crush'd that once demolish'd it Where Hemlock Wormwood Tares and Weeds did grow Now in full plenty Milk Honey flow Thrice Happy Landâ— May our invenom'd Sense With Treasons Poyson feel the Influence Of this all-healing Planet May we see All Hearts and Hands conjoyn'd in Loyalty May all Associating Traitors know Divinity dwells on a Soveraign Brow May those ungrateful Wretches who Contemn Mercy find Justice in the Diadem Great York in all things Great Great in Renown Great in Succession's Right to Englands Crown Great in thy Conduct Great in Peace and War Great in thy Birth In Virtue Greater far But above all Great in this Mighty thing In thy firm Love and Duty to the KING Welcom Sweet Prince Let sober Healths go round And all but Regicides thy Praise resound An Heroick Poem on Her Highness the Lady ANN's Voyage into Scotland With a little Digression upon the Times INgrateful England curst to that Degre Fam'd for Rebellion and Inconstancy All thy Possessions and Enjoyments spring From Monarch's Cares yet thou 'lt obey no King To whose vain Humour Nothing is Delight Nor Rain nor Sun-shine e'er can happen right False and unworthy to obtain alone The greatest Blessing of the mildest Throne Yet being richer than I can express Art justly punisht with Unhappiness What thou art envy'd for and all adore Thou throw'st away and to thy self art poor And like the Miser that abounds in Bags Wallow'st in Wealth yet lov'st to go in Rags The stubborn Jews their Monarchs still ador'd They begg'd a King and then obey'd their Lord But stiff-Neck'd England just from Slavery sav'd Forgets and longs again to be enslav'd Can Rebels ever be with Scepters aw'd Rebels that once did sacrifice their God True Heirs in Malice to the Fiends of Hell which first they practic'd when from heav'n they fell And ever since taught Traytors to rebel And now lest they should fail to reach him there They stab him in his own Vice-gerent here For tho' they do it through a Monarchs Name The Majesty of Heaven is still their Aim Is it thy Nature or thy Planet's spite Still to what 's present to be opposite Wretched be then with vain Mistrust and Fear Banisht the sight of the most God-like Pair And the bright Daughter of his Highness here The Winds and Seas will far more faithful be And Rocks and Quick-sands teach Men Loyalty Old Albany they now alone shall grace Scotland whence sprung th' Imperial Stewarts Race Scotland that boasts a mighty Duke and Name Further than Parthia great Arsaces Fame PRepare you Heavens disclose your brightest Ray All Day your Marble Night your Milkie Way Vrania comes the Goddess of our Isle Vrania that makes every Creature Smile All they were born for and can wish for here Is but to bless her and be blest by Her Ten thousand Cupids guard her as she rides And of her golden Bark surround the sides Whilst Others fly aloft with Songs and strow Such Flow'rs as on the Beds of Eden grow For want of winds with wings supply soft gales And with gay Plumes deck all her Virgin Sails Ye frightful Storms retreat into your Cave Nor leave the Ocean wrinkl'd with a wave There whilst she Sails intombâ—d in â—ollow Earth Lie fetter'd close and groâ—â— for want of Birth And Heav'n and Seas strive to be most serene The Azure Blew with the smooth glassy Green You Sea-Gods and you Nymphs prepare to try Your skills and with a Mask delight her Eye First let the Sun send forth such kindly Heats As Winter's shine or Summer when it sets No Icy Cloudy nor no Soultry Day But all like Morning and those Mornings May Then gentle Zephyr unlock all thy store And send soft Breezes from the Western Shore Such as Arabia â—elix has refin'd With Trees of Spice fanning the precious wind But just so much as she in State may glide And safe in her Neptunian Chariot ride Then thou Green God shalt wait on her above As on Jove's Daughter and the Queen of Love Let thy shrill Trumpeters the Tritons blow And summon all the watry Pow'rs below The Nayades and Nereids to appear Let all the Subjects of the Flood draw near Fair Cytheraea and her Waiters Call And Sea Nymphs to adorn this Ocean's Ball Then let the lovely Mermaids come in Place Each Mermaid that so doats upon her Face Till they shall see how far above their own Vrania's is and throw their Classes down The lesser Fry in Shoals before shall run Like Clouds of Insects gather'd by the Sun And nimble Dolphins wantonly shall play And hunt the Plain like Spanniels in her way Next let the great Leviathans resort And not forget â—o make the Princess Sport But at a harmless distance head the Train And from their mighty Engines spout forth 〈◊〉 Thus in such awful Manner let it be That wondring Angels may look down to see And make the Show more full of Majesty Thou Nereus do this mighty Task with Care As much as was in Noah's Ark is here For since that Patrierch when the world was drown'd The like was never in one Vessel found Her
that 't is out of Fashion For Tradesmen to sink in Desperation Methinks though we broke at State for sins We may drive the old Trade of Cony-skins And Kid-knapping Sell Brock and Dog-skin-Muff And country Captains cheat with Horse skin-Buff We must imploy our Talents still devise A hundred Prodigies and Prodigious Lyes The Hook of Popery won't take small Fish now fy on 't the French have quite marr'd all The Whore of Babylon and Antichrist He hath ground to powder and spoil'd our Grist Who would have thought that Vnchristian King Would stop our Mouths with such a Christian thing But yet we 'l sigh and groan and shake the head In time Rebellion may be brought to Bed With good Midwifery and good Wives aid To whom such Tales as these must still be said How a Child spoke as soon as born we 'll tell Perhaps before to ears that could hear well Tell Northern men how Six Suns did appear At once i' th South to Southern Eight Moons there Then for a touch of Prophecies we 'l say The Isle O Brazeel but the other day Appear'd to a good Master of a Ship Where an old woman that gave Death the slip E're since the Deluge told him that the Time Of the Saints Government was now at Prime Down goes Baalam Ashteroth and Dagon Down goes Bell and then up goes the Dragon But now let 's gybe the Sail and catch the Wind And make a tack to fetch you up behind There was a time they say since the World stood You had a Charter never to be good Have you forgot your Routs and Ryots when You forc't the best of Kings and best of Men To fly from 's Royal Pallace and betake Himself to Forest-shelter and the brake When the Divine Magicians of your Town Chang'd you to Wolves and Dogs to hunt him down Have you forgot how you the Queen did force And High-born Issue to a sad Divorce From their Royal Father Have you forgot How you made th' Crown and Miter go to pot First Clamour then Petition Last you bring Rebellion a compleat Sin-Offering Say Obediah tell me if you please Had you a Charter for such Tricks as these Once more Beloved Have you forgot when Beat up for Bankrupt and Religious Thrums When Hungry Levites and starv'd Prentices Sally'd from their dark Cells and Penthouses And like the Plagues of Egypt spreads all o're Some for to stench us all for to devour Have you forgot how you did Stab the King And Church with Bodkin Thimble Spoon and Ring And like the Indians prostitute your selves For th' Devilish Idols of your Cause and Elves Say Annanias tell me if you please Had you a Charter for such Tricks as these Surely the Act of Amnesty is split On those claim pardon won't renounce the Guilt A Realm divided ' gainst it self can't stand Nor City if by such as you 't were man'd In vain are Oaths and Witnesses if th' Shreive Can pack a Jury that will not believe A Turk's a good Evidence 't is very true Against a Christian not against a Jew The Pope and Conclave sure have chang'd their Nests And took your Quarters up within your Breasts Their high Prerogatives to You resign'd Can damn the Innocent and saint the Fiend Or else your Conscience and Religion Are inspir'd with Mahomet's Pidgeon A Race of Chequer-work that 's intertext With the worst Christian and worst Jew mixt A kind of circum uncircumcised kind Can Swear the Body and not swear the Mind As Senators for to get in must Swear Then keep the COVENANT to Depose the Heir And all this 's done by virtue of the Full Charta pro Causa and a Tub-Pulpit full Sons of Oedipus we know you enough The mark of Cain is graven on your Brow Not for the Churches nor for the Crown-Land But for the Twelve Apostles 't is you stand St. Paul for London St. Peter for Rome Judas for the Suburbs till the day of Doom 'T is not the first time you have shew'd your Leige How you hate Idols but love Sacriledge 'T is hard to say to whom we 're most in Debt To the Jesu or to the Judas-it Lyons and Vnicorns support our Arms But these are th' Beasts that do support our Harms Now to the Quo Warranto we must Tack Joyn my Lord's Kennel to the City Pack Speak Joller Jolly Jewel Whig-dog Quest Bouncer Bawler Blew-lips and the rest O Divine Charter It would burst my heart If th' Ark from Israel should thus depart But don't bring Pleas as vast as th' Book of Martyr T' obstruct Justice and prolong your Charter Speak to th' point good Brother what can'st say To keep this Charter ever and for ay Please You my Lord our Charter's sacred made By Grants so many none can it invade Of Twenty Kings and Senats hath the Seal The Pope had more before he did Rebel Against the Law of God and of the King He was confiscate for the self-same thing The Law 's the Rule of Peace it doth not jar In 't self it hath no Repugnance nor War If Kings themselves can't give their Crowns away Then Kings by Law can't Themselves betray Look you Brother here You have Misus'd Your Charter and the known Laws abus'd Ryots and Routs You that should them suppress You have promoted to a great Excess You have pick'd Juries pack'd them for your Cause And this destroys the Fundamental Laws You that should Schism and Faction quell support Vnlawful Meetings and to them resort What shall I say of Oaths You Allegiance Swear To day to morrow would expel the Heir Whose Crimes beyond all Presidents go Forfeit their Chaâ—â—els and their Charter too To this we answer Let the sinner die A Tooth for a Tooth and Eye for Eye Let the Transgressors of the Law be lasht But do not let the Law it self be dasht Things that have Sanction of long time and great Authority should not be lightly set In days of old when Subjects Innocence Virtue and Goodness did oblige their Prince The greatness of the Monarch's mind was such They thought good Subjects could not have too much But yet they ne're intended publick wrong By private Act that 's but an ill-tun'd Song They us'd their Charter meerly to support The Government You to betray the Fort And 't was not Sodom's sins But 't was the Men Cast Town and Charter in the Sulphrous Fen Your Oracle hath spoke and ' tmust be so Carthago delenda est down ' tmust go Where now do all our Learn'd Chaldeans keep Be our Soothsayers and ' Strologers asleep I' th' Blazing Stars Predictions was a Flaw You said Antichrist for Anti-Law Oft men of Art by Figure take that Scope To mean the Charter when they nam'd the Pope Well there 's no help for 't now she must be stript That 's caught a Whoring and severely Whipt The doubt of Tyrany late turn'd your Maw How do You like this Governing by Law When Lunaticks are in
their Frantick fits 'T is the best Expedient to reduce their Wits Son of a Slave is' t not enough to cheat Fools of their Money but you must defeat Them of their Souls Duties to their GOD and Prince Was this the Trade you 're bound to 10 years since Sell your Pole-davis pack up your false Ware And be content to cheat your Chap-men there You ne're were Prentice to a States-man sure Say some Great Knave to draw thee to this Lure Should stroke thee on the addle head and cry Come honest Tom Thou know'st better than I We 're like to have sad times you see Religion groans and bleeding Liberty The honest subject he must be disgrac'd And every sober Officer displac'd We can't keep Feast nor Fast for th' Nations good But all 's misconstru'd and misunderstood The Plot is vanish'd and the Duke appears Tom han't we cause for Jealousies and Fears Perhaps thou sigh'st then till thy Buttons Crack And as thy Soul was tort'ring on the Rack From the Vesuvus of thy smoaking Zeal Thou bellow'st forth this lamentable Peal Ah! My dear Lard Happy the Womb that bore ' An heart so Noble Israel can deplore ' In such sad Times as these when Woes us shroud ' That Moses will conduct us in a Cloud ' We are all grieved with Extremities ' And Pharaoh's deaf to all our Plaints and Cries 'Our Wills with Bridle and our Mouths with Bitt ' Are held by force our Sanhedrims shan't sit ' We can't stoop down to Baal Saints that have right 'To Judge the Earth are Ravish'd of their might 'Our Handsare Fetter'd and our Hearts complain ' That free-born Spirits should be thrall'd in Chain ' These and ten thousand grievances we have ' But you must save poor dying Souls from th' Grave ' Sweet Lord But Orpheus who should take the pain 'To bring Euridice from Hell again How drooping quoth my Lord hold up good Tom Of my Spirit of Sulphur take a Dram Though at a Slight or two wer'e almost gone He 's a poor Juggler that ha'nt more tricks than one I 'le call my familiar Presto appear He comes and whispers in my Ear. Courage Monsieur and do not be dismaid From Pluto's Councel-Board I 'le still bring aid Stand but your ground and doubt no overthrow Whilst there 's a Fury in the deep below Fig for the Globe and Scepter too to boot The Trades-man's Yard is longer by a Foot Be Impudent enough Affronts repeat Nothing so brave as th' Base to brow the Great A thousand ways a thousand Wiles we 'l try In Town must set the Stygian Company Whose Country Factors must retail their Wares From House to House as do the Scotchmen theirs Complain of Taxes in time of Wars In Peace of Trade and evil Councellors Invet'rate Letchers when their Lust departs To keep the Sports up they must use new Arts. We must the Crowns Prerogative impair The Negative voice in th' Commons declare To Counterfeit the COIN 't is Treason made But not the PRINCES Power to invade 'T is Orthodox the longest Day you live Your Rights t' Encroach and Rob th' Prerogative Slight all the Kings Alliances disgrace Foreign Embassadors in every place Say that Ben Hadu Otor's scarce half man'd Though wiser far than all our Knaves i' th' Land We are all Brethren and we now must plow With all our Heifers Might and Main must bow Every new Moon a new Parliament can't Re-mind the Folk that they 're the Government We shall have one at last I 'me sure and then We 'l make such Senators shall make us Men The Tide may turn States have their Ebb and Flow And we may catch them when the Water 's low Children must be provided for and Wars May hap Crowns themselves are not free from cares Then Money must be had our Silver Coin Shall buy good part of Pharaoh's Golden Mine We are all Tradesmen now and what we give 'T shall be but Bartring for Prerogative Fetch the Adressors up and scour the Coast Of all the Tories and abhorring Hoast Hang up the Judges and Grand-Juries clap Close in Goals that stood i' th' Royal Gap Dawn but that day quoth Tom and we will Sing A Headless Council and a Headless King Hold quoth my Lord too fast now you ramble Quoth Tom to keep pace wi' y' I must amble Bless me my Stars Can such as these men be The Bulwarks of our Church and Liberty Send them to the Morocco in Exchange For 's Estriches and Lyons they 're Beasts more strange The French 't is said Fees any one that 's rare Pray Cross the Waters and to Him repair If there be any Spirits that excell You in Sedition they must come from Hell We know the idol of your Charter's dear To you as Laban's Gods to Rachel were In her pollutions which she slily hid Because all search their Modesty forbid But your pollutions in your Charter Reign And hope it shall your wickedness maintain No Date of Time no Power on Earth can give Such Sanction as to make Corruption live But Master Ignoramus make right view And sure 't is not your Charter squints but You There 's no such thing as the Kings friends shall bleed And 's Mortal Enemies for Treason free'd You 're fine Fellows to Judge the twelve Tribes I fear By Magna Charta you will scarce sit there Cabbage twice boild's stark naught and th' discourse You know in Pulpit still the same is worse Consider Rabby You are wise and sage Rebels and Jubilees thrive but once an Age Alas you know it was but th' other Day With Drum and Trumpet Fool and Knave this Play Was Acted to our cost of Lives and Ore Pack up your Nawls we 'll be deceiv'd no more Grant some great Lord or two did chance to jar With Cedars well as Shruhs such Chances are But yet methinks the Twigs should grateful be To th' Root that gave them all their Bravery Malice ne're want's for Mischief and Revenge Is dearer much to Mortals than the Fringe Of Heav'n The Soul of Body and ' State And ev'ry Nerve's imploy'd to serve its Hate The cunning and the crafty must be bought The young and sportive they are easy caught The discontented they must be left alive With hopes of his ambitious Retrieve Sticks of all sorts and sizes it must get To make the Flame and to increase the heat And still Religion makes the Oven red Or else quite spoild's the Batch of Ginger-bread Then crawl the Insects forth their Kingdom 's come Still where the Carrion is those Creatures rome And buzzing up and down the Town they cry For Liberty and for Truth we 'll die To Hang for Rascals first I wish you 'd try Haâ—k Villains hark Your base Rebellious Lust And your â—oyalties have the self-same gust Your Goats Blood cannot itch so much to down With Both as we to prop the Church and Crown I saw your Spells the Votes 't was bravely done As with the
to the Sun Or rather to the Hot-brain'd Phaeton Whom Ovid blames but he does more commend Advising straight the Chariot to Ascend What Though the world once more were set on Fire Shall his Young Heroe bawk his great Desire No let the Head-strong Youth his Steeds drive on Tread on his Fathers Counsels and his Throne I envy not those happy Men that Ride With him in 's Guilded Coach my humble Pride Desires no Courser but a Hoggs-heads Back Where mounted with a Bowl of Sparkling Sack With Russel Capel Cooper and the rest I 'le Drink Confusion to each Caballist Damn their Sun-Tavern Clubbs but hold my Rage Condemns the only Honest Men of th' Age The truest Patriots England ' ere did breed Who Viper-like on their own Mother feed Tear up their Bowels with a base pretence Of feigned Piety and Conscience Good Gentlemen how careful are they grown To suppress Papists and subvert the Throne They for Religion strive but wise men know From whence their greatest Discontents do flow Zeal for the Good Old Cause enflames their breast But the chief Fuell's Private Interest The Dissenter truly Described WHat shall a glorious Nation be o'rthrown By Troops of Sneaking Rascals of our own Must Civil and Ecclesiastick Laws Once Truckle more under the good Old Cause Shall these Ungrateful Varlets think to Live Only to Clip Royal Prerogative Shall all our Blood turn Whey whilst we do see Men both Affront and Stab the Monarchy I 'm all inflam'd with a Poetick Rage And will Chastise the Follies of the Age. Thoughts crowd so fast upon me I must write Till I 've display'd the Gaudy Hypocrite He 's one that scarcely can be call'd a Man And yet 's a Pious Holy Christian. He 's big with Saving Faith he says yet He Has not one spark of common Charity ' Gainst Reason he perpetually whines Because it Contradicts his Black Designs He dis-esteems dull Morals for a Saint My well-beloved Brethren must not want Soul-warming Thoughts so warm that they did dwell First in the Womb then at the Breasts of Hell He Flouts the Common Prayers yet the poor Fool Himself not Them does turn to Ridicule He hates a Form yet loves his dear Non-sense Nauseats his God with his Impertinence With Eyes turn'd up Mouth screw'd and Monky-Face He lowdly bawls to God for Saving Grace With Meen so base and scurvy as if even His Apish Postures only would please Heaven And then his Sniv'ling Tone to the most High He does conclude is Curious Melody If Things succeed not as his Humour wou'd He strait grows Angry and he Huffs his God And this as if God knew not what to do And that wou'd have been for thy Glory too Then Muffl'd in his Cloak Roger begins In 's Sermon to dawb forth Soul-killing-sins Murder and Theft and Pride and Gluttony c. Which in their Lives none more Applauds than He. Yet if you do survey the List with care You 'l quickly find Rebellion is hid there And when he 's prest to Duties for some Hours He ne'r puts in The Higher Powers At Surplice and Lawn-sleeves he takes offence Because they are the Types of Innocence For that he hates and with It men of Sense The Reverend Prelates he still vilifies ' Cause they detect his cursed Villanies Hang them they bark come let us pull them down For this same Mitre does support the Crown They 'r the King's truest Friends yet thought it good To drown his Kingdoms in a Sea of Blood They the King's Person would protect they said Yes yes forsooth by Cutting off his Head And this they did inspir'd by Zeal alone To fasten Christ in his Triumphant Throne As if Damn'd Lyes False Oaths and base Deceit Propt up his Throne and made him truly Great As if the Devil himself that acted them Did bring the Luster to His Diadem Nay they go on yet with the same Intents By moulding to their Minds New Parliaments Some of the Great they by their whimseys guide To like their Treason and to stem their Pride In other things like methods they pursue For even the Shrieves must be Fanaticks too The Judges too they 'd to their Party gain Did they want either Honesty or Brain And when their Wheedling Tricks do fail on these They poison soon some Countrey Justices Then had they once the dear Militia They 'd mount the Saddle and make Charles obey Thus first they 'd make Him but a very Straw And then at List controll and give Him Law In fine they are the Foes of Royal State Order is the great Object of their Hate Nor God nor Men these Furies seek to please They 'd bruise the Crown and tear our Surplices They'd Undermine the Churches Harmony And Ride a full Carier to Popery They all Mankind except Themselves Despise Chiefly the Great for being Good and Wise Some Subtile have and some have Giddy Souls Some Fools some Knaves and some are Knaves and Fools These Vermine would even the best things command And suck all the Sweetness of the Land The Loyal LETANY FRom a new model'd Jesuit in a Scotch Bonnet With a Mass under 's sleeve and a Covenant on it From Irish Sedition blown out of French Sonnet Libera nos Dom. From Conspiring at Joe's and Caballing at Mews From Sr. Gutts holy Tub of Uncircumcis'd Jews From Gibbet and Halter which will be their dues Lib. c. From a Parliament-man rak'd out of thâ— Embers From Knights that haunt Counters and Lunatick Members From Presbyt Januaries and Papists Novembers Lib. c. From hugging a Witch and consulting the Devil From Welch Reprimands which are something uncivil From the Touch of a Scot to cure the King's-evil Lib. c. From the mutinous Clamours of such as raise fears From those that wou'd set us together by the Ears Who still for the Shipwrack of Monarchy steers Lib. c. From Rebellion wrapt up in a Humble Petition From the Crafty Intrigues of a Suttle Politician From a Geneva Divine and a Staffords Physician Lib. c. From serving Great Charles as his Father before And Dis-inheriting of York without why or wherefore And from such as Absalom has been or more Lib. c. From Libelling the Government and Actions of Kings From Vindicating Sectaries in Illegal Things From Encouraging Faction which Rebell brings Lib. c. From Murmuring for sending the Parliament home From choosing Fanaticks to sit in their Room That the Actions of Forty may not be our doom Lib. c. From late Irish Massacres by Paptsts done From Seditious Cut-troats which thing is all one From murthering the Father and banishing the Son Lib. c From putting three Towns to the Sword in Cool Blood From robbing and spoiling the Land for its Good From Cloaking their Crimes by a Warrant from God Lib. c. From shrouding all Villanies under the Cause From making us happy by giving Sword Laws From Trampling o' th Mitre and Crown with Applause Lib.
thousand more To thee young G y I 'll some small Toy present For you with any thing may be content Then take the Knife with which I cut my Corns 'T will serve to pare and sharp your Lordsh Horns That you may rampant M push and gore Till he shall leave your House and change his Whore On top of Monument let my Head stand It self a Monument where first began The Flame that has endanger'd all the Land But first to Titus let my Ears be thrown For he 't is thought will shortly have his own I leave old Baxter my invenom'd Teeth To bite and poison all the Bishops with Item I leave my Tongue to wise Lord N To help him bring his what-de-call-ums forth 'T will make his Lordship utter Treason clear And he in time may speak like Noble Peer My Squinting Eyes let Ignoramus wear That they may this way look and that way swear Let the Cits take my Nose because 't is sed That by the Nose I them have always led But for their Wives I nothing now can spare For all my Live's time they have had their share Let not my Quarters stand on City Gate Lest they new Sects and â—actions do create For certainly the Presbyterian Wenches In Dirt will fall to Idolize my Haunches But that I may to my old Friend be Civil Let some Witch make them Mummy for the Dev. To good King Charles I leave though faith 't is pity A pois'ned Nation and deluded City Seditions Clamours Murmures Jealousies False Oaths Sham-Stories and Religious Lies There 's one thing still which I had quite forgot To him I leave the Carcass of my Plot In a Consumption the poor thing doth lie And when I 'm gone t will pine away and die Let Jenkins in a Tub my worth declare And let my Life be writ by Harry Care And if my Bowels in the Earth find room Then let these Lines be writ upon their Tomb. An Epitaph upon his Bowels YE Mortal Whigs for Death prepare For mighty Tapski's Guts lie here Will his great Name keep sweet d'y ' think For certainly his Intrals stink Alas 't is but a foolish pride To out-sin all mankind beside When such Illustrious Garbage must Be mingled with the Common dust False Nature That could thus delude The Cheater of the Multitude That put his Toughts upon the Wing And egg'd him on to be a King See now to what an use She puts His Noble great and little Guts Tapski who was a man of Wit Had Guts for other uses fit Though Fiddle strings they might not be Because he hated Harmony Yet for Black puddings they were good Their Master did delight in Blood Of this they should have drank their fill King Cyrus did not fare so ill Poor Guts could this have been your hap Sheriff Bethel might have got a snap But now at York his Guts must rumble Since you into a hole did tumble The Case is Alter'd now Or the Conversion of Anthony King of Poland published for satisfaction of the Sanctified Brethren EV'n as a Lyon with his Paws up-rear'd As he would tear in pieces all the Herd So of late days you Whigs as Rampant were An honest Tory scarce to speak did dare Nay it was almost an offensive thing The Bell-man scarce dar'd cry God save the King Thou my dear Titus and the Popish Plot Did'st fire my Zeal and make my Head so hot That then I whisper'd loud unto the Nation Now now 's the Nick of Time for Reformation You hufft and hector'd at a mighty rate When Parliaments of your own Mettle sate As if you had o're-grown the King and Laws And were beginning a New Good Old Cause But Remedy in Season did appear And stop't the Fury of your hot Carrear Thus for a while I danc'd to my own Pipe Till I was grown Association ripe But then Addresses from each County came And Loyalty did soon put out the Flame Then was the time that Tyburn claim'd his due But had it not for want of such as You Yet it had some small satisfaction giv'n By the deserved Death of Traitor Stephen Cabals and Factious Clubs so rife were grown And old Rebellious Seed so thick were â—own I hop'd e'er this the day would be my own In Coffe Houses you did domineer Aud pratled Treason without Wit or Fear Reason and Loyalty you over-rul'd And settled Nations whilst your Coffee cool'd The point you argued with a surly Face And he that did not yield and give you Place Was term'd by you a Tory void of Grace One House one Town one Kingdom scarce could hold Tory and Whig Sir Whig was grown so bold For this Recital Sirs pray do not blame us We ne'er baulk't Justice by our Ignoramus No no you meant no Harm I oft was told No more did your Rebelling Sires of old Thus for a while with Factious Rage you burn'd But Heav'n be thank'd the Scales at last are turn'd The Wheel at length is mov'd a little round And its worst Pieces lowest to the Ground The State has found a way to cool our Feavors Quench our new Lights and curb our strong Endeavours And we are taught Complyance with more ease To What and When and how the King shall please We to your Private Meetings now can come And seize your Holder forth and send you home Meet You at Guild-hall or elsewhere and then Help You make Choice of Loyal Honest Men. The Memory and Name of Moor be blest That Loyal President for all the rest Let Faction cease and Loyalty get Ground Till not one Whig be in the Nation found Then we'el rejoice as in the Days of Yore And Salamancka's shall be known no more The King of Poland's Last Speech to his Countrey-men I Know you hope all once to be Great Men of Note and Majesty For this our now Supremacy Is Nonsence Why should one Man for ever sway A Scepter who 's but made of Clay Why may not we our selves obey In Conscience But now 't is come Alas we see That all our Fame turns Infamy Ah! such a thing is Policy With Tories The buzzing Jealousies and Fears Into the Peoples list'ning Ears For all those many busie years Are Stories Since in late Plots w'have gone astray 'T is time to look another way And not in such a Case delay 'T will harm us No doubt y'have heard of Forty One Of all the Prancks that then were done And of the happy Conquest won Let 's arm us And play those very Cards agen For all those Antients were but Men Five Israelites may well beat ten Philistines Let 's cry Oppression through the Town Oppression of the Court and Gown And raise in Tumult every Clown To Listings We 'll first expose the Laws to Shame And next the Loyal Part defame If Good or Bad they 'r all the same No odds make Yet let Religion be the Word To shade Rebellion and the Sword Then play the Divel under board For God's
their Lot None ever are Elected but Begot Wanting his sole Support in all his Care His Stay in Peace and his chief Strength in War On whom the King still in the first place â—â—an'd And next the King on whom we all depend Unsafe in Rule uneasie in his Mind Tost like the Sea which labours with the wind His Hopes at length He to Despair reâ—igâ—s Decays in Vigour and in Health deâ—â—â—nes Soon as the fatal News once reach'd your ear Urg'd with a Brother's Zeal and Subject's care You fly with such like haste as Angels move On all the wings of Duty and of Love Angels and You a like Imployment have To succour Kings and distress'd Nations save The Forreign Shore which when you did arrive Met You in shew your Veâ—â—el to Receive Removing now lâ—st by its guilty Stay It might be thought your Voyage to delay Does in Appearance awfully Recede And seems in Duty from your Vessel fled Which proud to bear him for her single Load Who still whole Fleets and Armies led abroad All Opposition does like You despise And labour'd by the waves still higher rise No danger can be great enough for Fear Where Cesar's Brother and his Fortune are His high Extraction and his happy Fate The proud Sails sill and Vessel elevate While to the winds her Canvas wings are spread The lazy winds you chide for want of speed And with impatience their Delays controul For winds compar'd to wing'd Desires are dull Your Thoughts alas preventing them before Your Voyage had dispatcht and reacht the shore Nor Landed on the Shore do you proceed With more Solemnity or with less Speed With such dispatch arriving at the Court You Fame prevent and ev'n outfly Report As swift yet not less silent than the Light Of which we hear no news till 't is in sight Me thinks I see the Royal Brothers meet Their Souls and Bodies in Embraces knit While in the Union of their Arms is seen The closer Union of their Hearts within How they embrace and in th' Embraces melt Cannot reported be It must be felt While Joys too mighty for their Tongues arise And flow out in th' expressions of their Eyes Such pow'rful Transports for which words we want Which when we imitate we best shall paint Can we who see this stand unmov'd Can we Who see th' embraces of the Brothers be If their Example or our Duty bind To them unfaithful or our selves unkind Ah no! let us in Love our strife employ And never weep henceforth but Tears of Joy To His Royal Highness the Duke of York Upon his Return to the Care and Management of the Navy of England GReat Sir till now I with Impatience staid To see what Muse her early Homage paid Which doubtless all but the Seditious few Allow to our great injur'd York is due And am with wonder seiz'd You are so long Un-importun'd by the Poetick throng For Faction oft and vainly they engage They scatter Songs and trifle on the Stage For Malice or for Bread they always write The Great with well plac'd flattery delight In Libel or Lampoon exhausted quite Ungrateful Muses not one Line afford When our lov'd Charles has to his Right restor'd The Nations Darling and the Oceans Lord. With just contentment all good men beheld The Hydra of the Rebel-Faction quell'd Like Heav'nly Vengeance it was sure though slow Which we to Cesar's steady Virtue owe That Virtue which unshaken as a Rock So long has stood the bandying Parties Shock Till Mercy much abus'd did late consent To punish those who never would repent One onely thing was left unfinish'd yet At once our Joys and Safety to compleat Which our great ' Pilot saw and strait commands The Fleet be rescued from unskilful Hands Whom should he chuse for his important Trust But one Experienc'd Valiant Prudent Just In whom he finds a Brother and a Friend To him deserv'dly does he recommend Whose Ships his Courage could so well defend When neighb'ring Carthage dar'd our Seas invade Dispute their Homage and disturb our Trade Our English Scipio to whom Rome must yield With shame repuls'd them from the watry Field His gen'rous Soul with easie Vict'ry cloy'd Humbled that State he could have quite destroy'd Spar'd only to be Monuments of his Fame They tremble still at mention of his Name Both Leaders thus their Countreys Foes subdu'd Both paid alike with base ingratitude Rome hers and we our Hero would exclude Mistaken Pandors ignorant and Proud With furious Zeal may bawl in Senates loud Religion there and Property may use As words of Art the Vulgar to abuse But if in higher Stations they appear They lose their way and act beyond their Sphear Men born t' improve some little Countrey Seat Have Souls too narrow to direct a Fleet. This Caesar found and ere it was too late Took from their Shoulders the unequal weight A Burthen he himself alone can bear Or York who now supports the mighty Care York our Protecting Genius by kind Heaven To calm our Fears and growing Tumults given From many dangers sav'd himself to be His Countreys lasting best Security A Welcom to His Royal Highness into the City April the 20th 1682. Motto Invenias paucos hic ut in orbe bonos CLad with the Infant Glories of the Spring Haste pious Muse Great James Divinely sing Riding secure in peaceful Albions Bay Grateful to Her above the New-born Day Welcom Great Sir salutes you ev'ry where Belov'd by Jove by Birth His chiefest Care With buisy joy our Seven-sold Lute we String To tell in Notes your Safety to the King Mov'd with soft Numbers Envy here is shown Each strives to bid you welcom to the Town With melting Harmony our Harps are Strung Soft as the Love with which the Throne is Hung Such Mirth Your Presence adds to Monarchy In spite of Rage and Factious Anarchy Those Closet-Products of Damn'd Whiggery Such new rais'd Plagues of every Corporation We will allay by Anti-Association Laden with Loyalty our Arms shall be That Golden Bracelet of blest Unity The sole unbias'd Basis of true Property Next after Charles a Monarch you may claim At whose Protection all our Fortunes aim England triumphant now may brighter shine Blest with the Rays of thy good Fathers Line Crown'd with Religions peaceful Olive She With Tory Zeal a Monument to Thee Shall raise of ever verdant Piety Long did our Royal Monarch in his Mind Hugg your Return and hop'd that some kind wind Would lodge you safe within his Sacred Arms Where scarce his Scepter feels more pleasing Charms Oh! could we raise our groveling Souls to Thee Fill'd with a smooth Majestick Harmony For to a Crown that Monarch of Delight Virtue like Thine Victorious takes her Flight But cease my Muse in wishes speak the rest Whilst with two God-like Souls our Albion's blest Vivat Rex Carolus Caroli Frater A Farevvel to His Royal Highness James Duke of York on his Voyage to Scotland October 20.
since Has wash'd away his Faults in Humble penitence And by a true Confession Of others Treason and his own With his most Gracious Prince may for the last Atone I wave the former since he justly dy'd And by his Death has satisfy'd But he has to himself been more unkind And his own Libel left behind Next Sydney comes a Name In brave Sir Philip known to Fame For Perfect Wit and Loyalty Though now by Algernoon mark'd with so black a Dye As does almost Eclipse the Fame of his Great Ancestry Hambden the last the worthy Son Of him well known in Forty One Grand Patron of the Canting Tribe How shall I thee Describe None can draw thee according to thy due But he that has the knack to Hang and Quarter too VI. These and a num'rous Train of many more Their dark Designs did secretly contrive Till Keeling who did long Connive To sound their depth and number all their store Broke forth shone like Gold a midst the Ore Against his Conscience nothing cou'd prevail Not Life and Int'rest in the other Scale All other by-concerns he laid aside And fix'd his mind with Noble Pride Upon a Name so Good and Great As sole Preserver of the Church and State What Thanks for such Obligement shall we bring Our Fortune and our Lives we owe For what you did on us bestow What then for our Religion and our King Take first our Hearts while we can only Pray God and his great Vice-gerent will repay VII And now the Horrid Plot appears Writ in the blackest Characters And ev'ry Page some Bloody Title bears Seditions Treasons Massacres What in a King so Good what cou'd they see To Arm that numerous Conspiracy Against so mild a Majesty Which like the Sun its beams does wear Not to Consume but Warm and Cheer Blest Prince and canst Thou still Dispence To this unthankful Land thy Gracious Influence Still canst Thou shed thy Favours upon those That are the near Relations of thy Foes Brave Capel and Southampton on this Hand Essex and Russel on the other stand He turn'd from these and fix'd his Princely view Upon the Nobler Object of the two And as he look'd on all their Friends his willing Favours threw Let Russel's Wife said he unpitty'd go But shall Southamptons Daughter fall so low Essex his Son shou'd want 't is true But what shall then Brave Capel's Grand-son do In his Indulgent Memory So long great Virtues live so soon Offences dye VIII Yet him thus justly fam'd for mildness of His Reign The Bloody Faction dooms to dye And to Enhance their Cruelty Wou'd in his Royal Brother Murder him again His Royal Brother who had always bin A Partner of the Troubles He was in Of all his dangers bore a share And still with him Joynt-Sufferer Ev'n him their Hellish rage Assails The Hercules that when our Atlas fails Must with his Shoulders prop the sinking state And beat unmov'd the mighty weight With them the Loyal all the Good and Great Must meet an unrelenting Fate For those by strong Antipathy they hate IX Nor can the Church escape this Cursed Band What once was to the worst a Sanctuary Can to its self no refuge be That with the State does always fall or stand And may both stand till Time it self has end And still each other mutually defend For whilst with open Force or secret Hate The two extreams assault the State The English Church keeps on her steady pace Fix'd in the middle Virtues place Nor e're Rebell'd against the Throne Under whose Gracious shade 't was planted and has grown But as the Ivy with whose Verdant Boughs Her Learned Sons may justly wreath their Bows Does round the Elm its loving Branches twine And when the Axe its kind support assails That also feels the Stroke and with it fails So while the Church and State their strict Embraces joyn The same rude Blow that over-turns the Crown Strikes its lov'd Partner too hews her down X. Ah! wretched England how art Thou The Worlds late Envy made its Laughter now Is' t not enough that Forreign Foes Disturb thy quiet and thy Peace oppose But must thy Children like young Vipers tear The womb which did them bear Hast thou so few abroad that Thou must be Thy own most dreadful Enemy At length Unhappy Land thy Errours view And give to Caesar and to God their due Leave Factious Arts nor let so stale a Cheat Twice in one Age impose upon the State Murmur no more when you shou'd Thanks repay And value Mercies least they fly away For they who spurn at God deserve to suffer worse And Blessings when abus'd oft turn into a Curse A Pindarique Ode upon His Majesties Review of His Forces at Putney-Heath I. THou more than happy Plain Thus honour'd with this Glorious Train The Awful Monarch of Blest Albion's Isle With all His Martial Pomp around Thus Circled and thus more than Crown'd A Sight would make even wither'd Autumn And the proud Thames in passing by smile Th' August Solemnity With a slow Ebb his Rowling waves convey Down to their Mother SEA To pay their Humbler Homage to th' Ador'd Great Charles the Sea Dread Sovereign Lord. Imperial CAESAR here Does no Associating Senates fear These Loyal Walls of Steel untainted stand Whilst faithless Capitols with Royal Gore Schism Sacriledge and Treason blotted o're Eternal Shame and Deathless Infamy shall brand No more are our Battalions led By an ungrateful Brutus in their Head Th' avenging Deity from that high Sphere Has thrown the falling Lucifer And the Great Heir of that Immortal Man Monk who our Sun 's bright Phosphor first began To mend the broken Wheels and set the vast Machine Of Monarchy a moving once again Now wields the Royal Sword To Guard that Majesty's Renown'd Sire restor'd II. Let the Old Roman Triumphs boast no more Their Costly Pomp of Yore What were their Golden Chariots What Those Shining Scenes of State Or'e Vassals Heads They only Rode O're Prostrate Hearts we 'll Mount our Driving GOD. Whilst Heccatombs of offer'd Souls shall come With one Rich Incense One Persume Till Towring to the Sky The Universal Great Oblation fly The Roman Eagles all Out-soar'd Outvy'd Their Pageants all their gilded Pride A Trajan Column or Egyptian Pyramide Poor Piles of Earth and Monuments of Clay Far far beneath the Rites we Pay When our united Shouts Vows Prayers all Circling round his Head Their more then Coronation Drops shall Shed Whilst the Victorious Charles shall March Under that Brightest Greatest most Divine Triumphal Arch. III. And Sacred Charles to Crown this Glorious Day Loud let Thy Canons roar so Bright thy Bannors play And hold thy Glittering Brandish't Sword so High Till Treasons Awed and Silenced lye Till Bursting Envy dye Till the Dread Sight alone Has that intire and Bloodless Conquest won Shall make the Hissing Tongues of Murmur All husht into a Calm and Dazled into Peace Thus Conquering thy Halcyon Reign
shall be But one Long Jubilee Whilst Thou our Dearer Greater Jove The Greater tho' less Thundering Name Thy Lightning all but Lambent Flame Crown'd with Miraculous Mercy Sits above And all Beneath Thee LOVE Mercy more Wondrous far Then thy own Native Noon-day STAR A Mercy so prodigious as t' excel All but thy RESTAURATION Miracle Mercy that even Heavens hardest Toyl FANATICISM shall reconcile Soften th'invet'rate Hate of Church and Crown And all the Iron Hearts melt down Mercy and Charles all this Stupendious work shall do Nay move without a Pang the Mighty Labour through IV. But whil'st this Faithful Band 's unshaken Loyalty For Charles dares Fight and for Him dye 'T is as the GODS Devotion treats With precious Odours all no more Than Heaps from their own Store The Gums which their own Sun creates 'T is all but a Creation of thy own Whil'st Charles is his own Guard alone Inspires that Loyalty protects his Throne Nor is alone this Loyal Host Th' Auxiliary thy Cause can boast For let 'em cover all the spacious Plain Nay add ten Thousands more to fill the Gloririous Train Great Charles not half thy Guards are here Heavens kindest Angels in that List appear They lead the Mighty Van and These bring up the Rear The Melancholly Complaint of Doctor TITUS OATES WHat could a curst ungrateful Age do more Impostor-like to punish him so sore Whom for a Saviour they ador'd before I was the man Oh! cruel change of Fate Once the Pillar of the sinking State Am now become the very Jayl-birds hate Out of a pallace into a Dungeon thrust From six good Dishes to snap at one brown Crust By God and man like Cain mark't out and curst Is this the end of all my promis'd Joys I that once made such bussle and such Noise Puft up with Triumphs of the shouting Boys With what applause was I receiv'd by th'Rabble When I gave hopes for to re-build their Babel But now they 'l hang me ' cause I was not able With watring Chops I call to mind the cheer That oft I made with many a Noble Peer Now in good time may snack the Basket here I do remember too how tumbling Pence Came rowling in when I did first commence Master of th' Art and Doctor Evidence For want of which I never shall get hence 'T is strange that Bolts and Bars and Iron Grates The just reward of perjur'd Rogues and Cheats Should prove the Praemimum of my Glorious feats Ungrateful Slaves What! have ye quite forgot How for your sakes strange Kingdoms I did trot Brought nothing but th' wonder of my Plot Though many shifts abroad I have been put too Scarce able to provide for Back and Gut too And often-times was forc'd to pad a foot too Nay many times I 've lain all day in Bed Because abroad I durst not shew my head But when 't grew dark stole out to beg my bread What I have suffer'd for the Kingdom 's sake In wants and dangers what I did partake And now to fear the Gibbet or the Stake Brethren 't will cause your tender hearts to ake I curst my Country and deny'd my Credo And for the Nations good turn'd Renegado Receiv'd Cruel Whitebread's Bastinado I worship't Idols that were false I knew And when I 'd done swore they were Gods most true And play'd the Devil for the sakes of you I pray'd to Saints in time of need with cryes Till they had granted my necessities My Almes obtain'd their Saint-ships I 'd despise I chang'd Religion often as my Name Spew'd out and hated whatso'ere I came Haunted by th' Devil Beggary and shame Through the wild Sects and Tribes I made a Ramble And to them all did lye swear and dissemble Enough to make the very Devils tremble Thus by me were the silly Jesuits sham'd When as with tears I swore I should be damn'd If not receiv'd into their Holy Band. I made them think Religion was the Tye That did engage me when I came to Spye Since 't is well known the Devil a bit had I. I made his Holiness believe the Pope That in his Pardons I conceived such hope That for his cause I 'd suffer Fire or Rope But when I 'd got my foot out of his door I Rail'd and call'd him Babylonian Whore And many Horrid things against him swore For why I ne're yet valued Faith or Troth Or ever made more scruple of an Oath Then of a blast of breath to cool my Broth. I quickly kill'd the worm within that gnaws And made the Gospel Prophets and the Laws Come truckle Brethren to your good Old Cause I laught at all Religion and its Baubles Such as Evangelists and holy Tables Esteeming them no more then Aesops Fables Like merry Lucian look'd on 't as a Tale A dull insipid thing grown Old and Stale Serves me to joak on o're a pot of Ale I scost't scorn'd but ne're would cringe or bow To those grave fools that do such tales allow And would have judg'd them to the Cart or Plow That with you I might gain repute and fame I laught at Conscience as a Bug-bear name And shook off quite all modesty and shame In hopes once more you'd come to rule the Roast I made my self Knight-errant of the Post Of which I take the vanity to boast For good of Commonwealth without repine I franckly Dedicated me and mine Contemning Laws both humane and divine Vast Sums I in the publick service spent Much Money to the needy Jesuite Lent When at that time I 'd neither Land nor Rent The corresponding Charges I did own When to the Lords my just accounts were shown Besides some By-ones more than e're were known The many painful journeys to and fro Embassador 'twixt Devil and Turk to go To all the World my vast Expences show Besides for Flying-Horses which would scour To France or Spain and back in half an hour With Old Nicks Fees for granting me this power I morgag'd all my Heritage and Lands To purchase from the Roman General 's hands Commissions for my new rais'd secret Bands But Oh! the Devil poor man was ne're so crost When God knows what those Roman Bulls had cost Lo suddenly they vanisht and were lost To Mulciber for strange and curious Arms Made with such cunning magick spells charms To fright and fear and do no further harms Procuring of rich Cordials for the King The which I judg'd the safest and surest thing Him to his bed of longest rest to bring For Blunderbuss or Cross-bow I count nought Because for secret services they were bought Besides were not well manag'd as they ought At many other charges I have been For preservation of the Duke and Queen And swearing things were never heard nor seen For Doctor-shipand Salamanca Fees Where Pistoles flew away as thick as Bees Pox on their University degrees For Ancient Books that I in Aegypt bought From the fam'd Ptolemaeus Study brought No Gypsie gibberish ones as some