of Lords or Laws Rules or Reformation All that 's done's not worth two straws To the welfare of the Nation Men in power do raâ—t it still And give no reason but their will For all their domination Or if they do an act that 's just 'T is not because they would but must To Gratifie some parties lust Or merely for a fashion 2. Our expence of blood and purse Has produc'd no profit Men are still as bad or worse And will be what e're comes of it We 've shuffled out and shuffled in The persons but retain the sin To make our game the surer Yet spite of all our pains and skill The Knaves all in the pack are still And ever were and ever will Though something now demurer 3. And it cannot but be so Since those toys in fashion And of Souls so base and low And mere Bigots of the Naâ—ion Whose designs are power and wealth At which by rapines fraud and stealth Audaciously they vent ye They lay their Consciences aside And turn with every winde and tide Puff'd on by Ignorance and Pride And all to look like Gentry 4. Crimes are not punish'd ' cause their Crimes But ' cause they 're low and little Mean men for mean faults in these times Make satisfaction to a tittle While those in office and in power Boldly the underlings devour Our Cobweb laws can't hold ' um They sell for many a Thousand crown Things which were never yet their own And this is law and custom grown ' Cause those do judge that sold ' um 5. Brothers still with Brothers brawl And for trifles sue 'um For two Pronouns that spoyl all Those contentious Meum Tuum The wary Lawyer buyes and builds While the Client sells his fields To sacrifice to 's fury And when he thinks to obtain his right He 's baffled off or beaten quite By th' Judges will or Lawyers slight Or ignorance of the Jury 6. See the Trades-man how he thrives With perpetual trouble How he â—heats and how he strives His Estate t' enlarge and double Extort oppress grind and encroach To be a Squire and keep a Coach And to be one o' th' Quorum Who may with 's worshipsâ—it â—it And judge without law fear or wit Poor petty Thieves that nothing get And yet are brought before ' um 7. And his way to get all this Is mere dissimulation No factious Lecture does he miss And scapes no schism that 's in fashion But with short hair and shining shooes He with two Pens and 's Note-book goes And winks and writes at randome Thence with short meal and tedious Grace In a loud tone and Publick place Sings Wisedoms hymnes that trot and pace As if Goliah scan'd um 8. But when death begins his threats And his Conscience struggles To call to mind his former cheats Then at heav'n he turns his juggles And out of all 's ill-gotten store He gives a dribling to the poor In a Hospital or School-house And the suborned Priest for 's hire Quite frees him from th' infernal fire And places him i th' Angels quire Thus these Jack-puddings fool us 9. All he gets by 's pains i th' close Is that he dyed worth so much Which he on 's doubtfull seed bestows That neither care nor know much Then Fortunes favourite his heir Bred base and ignorant and bare Is blown up like a bubble Who wondring at 's own suddain rise By Pride Simplicity and Vice Falls to 's sports drink drab and dice And makes all fly like stubble 10. And the Church the other twin Whose mad zeal enrag'd us Is not purify'd a pin By all those broyles in which she engag'd us We our Wives turn'd out of doors And took in Concubines and Whores To make an alteration Our Pulpitteers are proud and bold They their own Wills and factions hold And sell salvation still for Gold And here 's our Reformation 11. 'T is a madnesse then to make Thriving our employment And lucre love for Lucres sake Since we 've possession not enjoyment Let the times run on their course For opposition makes them worse We ne're shall better find 'um Let Grandâ—es wealth and power ingrosse And honour too while we sit close And laugh and take our plenteous dose Of sack and never mind ' um CHRONOSTICON Decollationis CAROLI Regis tricesimo die Januariâ— secunda hora Pomeridiana Anno Dom. MDCXLVIII Ter Deno Ianl Labens ReX SoLe CaDente CaroLVs eXVtVs SoLIo SCeptroq Ve SeCVto CHARLES ah forbear forbear lest Mortals prize His Name too dearly and Idolatrize His Name Our Losse Thrice cursed and forlorn Be that Black Night which usher'd in this Morn CHARLES our Dread Soveraign hold lest Outlaw'd Sense Bribe and seduce tame Reason to dispense With those Celestial powers and distrust Heav'n can behold such Treason and prove Just CHARLES our Dread Soveraign's murther'd tremble and View what Convulsions shoulder-shake this Land Court City Country nay three Kingdoms run To their last stage and Set with him their Sun CHARLES our Dread Soveraign's murther'd at His Gate Fell fiends dire Hydra's of a stiff-neck'd-State Strange Body-politick whose Members spread And Monster-like swell bigger than their HEAD CHARLES of Great Britain He who was the known King of three Realms lyes murther'd in his own He He who liv'd and Faith's Defender stood Dy'd here to re-Baptize it in his bloud No more no more Fame's Trump shall Eccho all The rest in dreadfull Thunder Such a Fall Great Christendom nere pattern'd and 't was strange Earth's Center reel'd not at this dismal Change The Blow struck Britain blinde each well-set Limb By dislocation was lopt off in HIM And though she yet lives she lives but to condole Three Bleeding Bodies left without a Soul Religion puts on Black sad Loyalty Blushes and mourns so see bright Majesty Butcher'd by such Assassinates nay both ' Gainst God ' gainst Law Allegiance and their Oath Farewell sad Isle Farewell thy fatal Glory Is Sum'd Cast up and Cancell'd in this Story AN ELEGIE Upon King CHARLES the first murthered publickly by his Subjects WEre not my Faith buoy'd up by sacred bloud It might be drown'd in this prodigious flood Which reasons highest ground doth so exceed It leaves my soul no Anch'rage but my Creed Where my Faith resting on th' Original Supports it self in this the Copies fall So while my Faith floats on that Bloudy wood My reason 's cast away in this Red flood Which ne're o'reflows us all Those showers past Made but Land-floods which did some vallies wast This stroak hath cut the only neck of land Which between us and this Red Sea did stand That covers now our world which cursed lies At once with two of Aegypts prodigies O're-cast with darkness and with bloud o're-run And justly since our hearts have theirs outdone Th' Inchanter led them to a lesse known ill To act his sin then 't was their King to kill Which crime hath widdowed our whole Nation Voided all Forms left
'e be merry drink Sack and Sherry And we will sing Boys God blesse the King Boys Cast up our Caps and cry Vive le Roy. What though the wise make Alderman Isaack Put us into Prison and steal our Estates Though we are forced to be un-horsed And walk on foot as it pleaseth the Fates In the Kings Army no man will harm ye Then come along Boyes valiant and strong Boys Fight for your Goods which the Roundheads enjoyes And when you venter London to enter And when you come Boys with Phife and Drum Boyes Isaack himself shall cry Vive le Roy. If not then chuse him 't will not excuse him Since honest Parliaments never made them Theeves Charles ne're did furder Theeves dipt in Murder Never by Pardon long Lease or Reprieves For such Conditions and Propositions Will not be granted then be not daunted We will our honest old Customes enjoy Pauls now rejected shall be respected And in the Quire Voyces sing hire Thanks to Jehovah then Vive le Roy. On two Parliaments dissolved TWo Parliaments dissolv'd then let my heart As they in Faction it in fraction part And like the Levite sad with rage ascribe My piece-meal Portion to each broken Tribe And say that Bethlehem Judahs love hath been Wrong'd by the Fag-end crue of Benjamin O Let such High presumption be accurst When the last Tribe shall wrong the best and first While like the Levite our best Charles may say The Ravenous Wolf hath seiz'd the Lions prey Thus oft Inferiour Subjects are not shye A love to mock at Sacred Majesty What Faculty should not be injured If that the Feet had Power to spurn the Head And Kings Prerogative may soon fall down When Subjects make a Footstool of a Crown The Starrs the Heavens Inferiour Courtiers might Command the Darknesse but not rule the Light Nor him that made it should they all combine With Luna at the fuâ—l our Sun should shine Brighter than they nor can he be subdu'd Though he but one and they a Multitude Say Subjects ye were Starrs and 't were allow'd You justly of the Number might be proud Yet to your Sun be humble and know this Your Light is borrowed not your own but His. When the unfettered Subjects of the Seas The Fountains felt their feet and ease No sooner summon'd but they nimbly went To meet the Ocean at a Parliament Did then these petty Fountains say their King The Ocean was no Ocean but a Spring Let me alone if fresh excess of store Can make me poorer than I was before And shall we then the power of Kings dispute And count it lesse when more is added to 't No let the Common body iâ— it can Be not a River but an Ocean And swell into a Deluge till it hide The top of Mountains in its teeming pride Kings like Noahs Ark are nearer to the Skies The more the Billows underneath them rise You then who if your hearts were first in love Might sit in Counsell with the Gods Above You that do question your Kings Power Below If you come there will you use Heavens King so Do not aspire you must take up you rest More safe Below than in the Eagles nest Hath Clemency offended will you harm And pluck the Sun from Heaven that makes you warm No King nor Bishops please what have we got An Outside English and an Inside Scot If Faction thus our Countries Peace distracts You may have want of Parliaments not Acts. Ill-ended Sessions and yet well begun Too much being spoke hath made too little done So Faction thrives Puritanism bears sway None must do any thing but only Say Stoop stoop you baren-headed Hills confess You might be fruitfuller if ye were lesse Tremble ye thred-bare Commons are you vext That Lambs feed on ye Lions will come next Collonel Vennes Encouragement to his Souldiers A SONG Fight on brave Souldiers for the Cause Fear not the Cavaliers Their threatnings are as sencelesse as Our jealousies and fears 'T is you must perfect this great Work And all Malignants slay You must bring back the King again The clean contrary way 'T is for Religion that you fight And for the Kingdoms good By robbing Churches plundering them And shedding Guiltlesse blood Down with the Orthodoxal train All Loyal Subjects slay When these are gone we shall be blest The clean contrary way When Charles we have made Banckrupt Of Power and Crown bereft him And all his Loyal Subjects slain And none but Rebells left him When we have beggar'd all the Land And sent our Trunks away Wee 'le make him then a Glorious Prince The clean contrary way 'T is to preserve his Majesty That we against him fight Nor ever are we beaten back Because our Cause is right If any make a scruple at Our Declarations say Who fight for us fight for the King The clean contrary way At Keinton Brainsford Plymouth York And divers Places more What Victories we Saints obtain The like nere seen before How often we Prince Rupert kill'd And bravely wonne the day The wicked Cavaliers did run The clean contrary way The true Religion we maintain The Kingdoms Peace and Plenty The Priviledge of Parliament Not known to One of twenty The antient Fundamental Laws And teach men to obey Their lawfull Soveraign and all these The clean contrary way Wee Subjects Liberties preserve By Imprisonment and Plunder And do enrich our selves and State By keeping th' Wicked under Wee must preserve Mechanicks now To Lectorize and pray By them the Gospel is advanc't The clean contrary way And though the King be much misled By that Malignant Crew Hee 'le find us honest at the last Give all of us our due For we do wisely plot and plot Rebellion to allay He sees wee stand for Peace and Truth The clean contrary way The Publique-Faith shall save our Souls And our good Works together And Ships shall save our Lives that stay Only for Winde and Weather But when our Faith and Workes fall down And all our Hopes decay Our Acts will bear us up to Heaven The clean contrary way A Second Western Wonder YOu heard of that wonder of the Lightening and Thunder Which made the lye so much the louder Now liâ—t to another that Miracles Brother Which was done with a Firkin of Powder Oh what a damp struck through the Camp But as for Honest Sir Ralph It blew him to the Vies without beard or eyes But at least three heads and a half When out came the book which the New-monger took From the preaching Ladies Letter Where in the first place stood the Conquerors face VVhich made it shew so much the better But now without lying you may paint him flying At Bristoll they say you may finde Great William the Con so fast he did run That he left half his name behind And now came the Post saves all that was lost But alas we are past deceiving By a trick so stale or else such a tayl Might mount for
Howe're let it pass if you studdy upon 't I hope you will neither make Head or Tayle on 't The Advice 1. NE're trouble thy self at the Times nor their turnings Afflictions run circular and wheele about Away with these Murmurings and these Heart-burnings With the Juyce of the Grape wee 'l quench the Fire out Ne're chain nor imprison thy Soul up in sorrow What fails us to day may befriend us to morrow Wee 'l scorn our Content from others to borrow 2. Though Fortune hath left us wee 'le strive to regain her And court her with Cupps till her Favourite come Then with a Courage untam'd wee 'le maintain her And silence the noyse of the Enemies Drum Wee 'le link her unto the Man most deserving Shall keep her at work as well as from starving She shall not hereafter be at her own Carving 3. I hold him a Novice in Humane affairs Thinks whirlings in State a wonderous thing To daub up old Ruines with dirty repairs And instead of a Scepter to set up a Sling Such Atomes of Greatnesse are but Fortune's laughter She fattens them up 'till they 're fitted for slaughter Then leaves them at Tiburn to Tittar and Tauter Sharers in the Government A MEDLEY To 8. several Tunes SOme say the World is but a Cheat Troth we see 't For the feet Still rebell against the Head When Antipodian Rulers sway who 'le obey Thus some say Shall we not his own steps tread Pray were we not in the late Quarrel All pickl'd up in the same Barrel Then why that or why this Our hearts are as great as his Here is One that claims a share In the Scepter and the Chaire Though he cryes Religion down Hee 's Ambitious for a Crown Fain hee 'd have his Head to shine Where his Father â—ngs his Signe So he should had I the Power In the twinkling of an how're I of his disease would cure him What think you of the Man of War Whose Muzle is the Sea-mans Star Hee 's Arm'd within and Wall'd without To give the Rout if that we dare But faith the Dutch will hem him in And make him either sink or swim This is the News brought Mr. P To which he lent scarce half an Eare. There is one and a sly one In Scotland lurks to quarter with the Lyon He is your comeing Man sir Will lead the Van sir Pick out the meaning if you can Upon the least Commotion He wears a Coat with double-colours faced On one side whereof the States is gravely placed But on the other the Cavies rudely raced Hold Ambodexter whither wilt thou go Then comes a stout Heart A Man very pert Reaking with Revenge for Disgrace He swore he was true To give the Devil his due And as firm as the Nose on his Face Another puts in To be a States Pin Good reason it should be so He can Circumvent A Parliament Then why not Our Oliver O? Some talk this and some talk that Some talk of New wars and some they know not what But well fare the Cavalier for at a bare word Hee 's scarce left either Tongue or Sword Then Turbulent-spirited Jack bring up the Reere For thou hast a Spleene farr keener than any one here Thou spurn'st at Authoritie art Ambition's Minion And boyâ—'â—t like thy Soap to advance a New-fangled Opinion Promotion's thy drift to rule doth make thy Wits roame But a Gibbet 't is thought will stand betwixt thee and home Upon Cromwell's refusing the Kingly Power 1. HOw poor is his Spirit how lost is his Name Deceiveth Opinion and Curtailes his Fame When aâ— his Designs come near to their height 'Twixt shall I and shall I suspect their own weight He has traffiqu'd for Honour but lost the whole Freight He that 's stout in the Front not so in the Rear Doth forfeit his Fame and is Cow'd out by Fear 2. A small part of Honor to him doth belong Consults not the Glory but faints in the throng That dares not embrace what his own Soul doth Vote But yields up Our Liberties to a Red-coat Sure Midsommer's near and some Men doth dote I like the bold Romanes whose Fame ever rings That kept in Subjection such pittifull things 3. He that will be Bug-beaâ—'d is turn'd again Child A Reed than a Scepteris fitter to weild Examine the Story no Story you 'l find Saving the Story that Kat will to kind The World is deluded the Common-wealth blind These false stamps of Honour prove but Copper-Mettle And Fame sounds as loud from a Tinkers old Kettle 4. He that past has the Pikes and found Canon-free Which shews that noe Curse from his Parents could be Had a Soul so devout it made Killing a Trade And now to retreat at the sent of a Blade Doth show of what Mold our Knight-Errant was made He that flagges in his Flight when 's Ambition sores high Doth stabb his own Merit gives Fame the lye 5. Then Cicero-like yea Gown-men drench Cares Oâ—re-whelm'd with your Own and your Countries Affairs And Pulpit-men too be as Airy as Wee Do you but preach Sack up we 'l ne'r disagree That Common-wealth's best that is the most free Then fret not nor care not when the Sack 's in our Crown We can fancy a King up or fancy Him down The Encounter A SONG 1. HAng the Presbyters Gill Bring a Pinte of Sack Will More Oâ—thodox of the two Though a slender dispute Will strike the Elfe mute Hee s one of the honester Crue 2. In a Pinte there 's small heart Sirâ—ah bring us a Quart There 's substance and vigor met 'T will hold us in Play Some part of the day But we 'll suck him before Sun-set 3. The dareing old Pottle Does now bid us Battle Let 's try what his strength can do Keep your Ranks and your Files And for all his Wiles Wee 'l tumble him down Staires too 4 The Stout-breasted Lumberd His Brains ne'r encumber'd With drinking of Gallous three Tricongius was named And by Caesarâ—amed â—amed Who dubbed him Knight Cap-a-pe 5. If then Honour be in 't Why a pox should we stint Our selves of the fullness it bears H' has lesse wit than an Ape In the blood of the Grape Will not plunge himself o're head and ears 6. Then summon the Gallon A stout Foe and a tall One And likely to hold us to 't Keep Coyn in your Purse The Word is disburse I 'le warrant he falls at your foot 7. See the bold Foe appears May he falls that him fears Keep you but close Order and then We will give him the Rout Be he never so stout And prepare for his Rallying agen 8. Wee 'l dreyn the whole Cellar Pipes Butts and the Dweller If the Wine does flow no faster Will when thou dost slack us By Warrant from Bacchus Wee 'l Cane thy Tun-belly'd Master The Good Old Cause NOw Lambert's sunk and valiant M Does ape his General Cromwell And Arthur's