like our Money come the most in play For being base and of a coarse allay The richest Medals and the purest Gold Of native value and exactest mold By worth conceal'd in private Closets shine For vulgar use too precious and too fine Whilst Tin and Copper with new stamping bright Coins of base Metal counterfeit and light Do all the business of the Nations turn Rais'd in Contempt us'd and employ'd in Scorn So shining Vertues are for Courts too bright Whose guilty Actions fly their searching light Rich in themselves disdaining to aspire Great without pomp they willingly retire Give place to Fools whose rash misjudging sence Increases the weak Measures of their Prince Prone to admire and flatter him in ease They study not his good but how to please They blindly and implicitly run on Nor see those dangers which the others shun Who slow to act each business duly weigh Advise with Freedom and with Care obey With Wisdom fatal to their Interest strive To make their Monarch lov'd and Nation thrive Such have no place where Priests and Women reign Who love fierce Drivers and a looser Rein. To the Haters of Popery by what Names or Titles soever dignified or distinguished THus 't was of old then Israel felt the rod When they obey'd their Kings and not their God When they went whoreing after other Loves To worship Idols in new planted Groves They made their Gods of Silver Wood and Stone And bow'd and worship't them when they had done And to compleat their sins in every way They made 'em things call'd Priests Priests did I say A Crew of Villains more prophane than they Hence sprung that Romish Crew first spawn'd in hell Who now in vice their Pedagogues excel Their Church consists of vicious Popes the rest Are whoring Nuns and bawdy Bugg'ring Priests A Noble Church dawb'd with Religious Paint Each Priest's a Stallion every Rogue 's a Saint Come you that Loath this Brood this murthering Crew Your Predecessors well their mercies knew Take courage now and be both bold and wise Stand for your Laws Religion Liberties You have the odds the Law is still your own They 're but your Traitors therefore pull 'em down They struck with fear for to destroy your Laws There raving mad you see they fix their paws Because from them they fear their fatal fall And by them Laws they know you 'll hang 'em all Then keep your Laws the Penal and the rest And give your Lives up e're you give the Test And thou great Church of England hold thy own Force you they may otherwise give up none Robbers and Thieves must count for what they 've done Let all thy mighty pillars now appear Zealous and brave void both of hate and fear That Popish Fops may grin lie cheat and whine And curse their Faith while all admire thine And thou Brave Oxford Cambridge and the rest Great Hough and Fairfax that durst beard the Beast Let all the Just with thanks record their name On standing Pillars of immortal fame Let God arise and his Enemies perish A New Song upon the Hogen Mogen's D' ye hear the News of the Dutch dear Frank Sutterkin Hogen Herring Van Dunk That they intend to play us a Prank Sutterkin Hogen Herring Van Dunk Van Dunk Hogen Mogen Hogen Mogen Sutterkin Hogen Herring Hogen Mogen Hogen Mogen c. But if they boldly dare come ashore Sutterkin c. Some may repent themselves full sore Sutterkin c. Hogen Mogen For the brave English Irish and Scotch Sutterkin c. Will in their Guts make such a hotch-potch Sutterkin c. Hogen Mogen c. Better they 'd stuck to the Herring Trade Sutterkin c. For in Pickle themselves shall be laid Sutterkin c. Hogen Mogen c. What though they have laid their Heads together Sutterkin c. No Orange can thrive if 't prove bad weather Sutterkin c. Hogen Mogen c. Wo be to them if Dartmouth the Great Sutterkin c. Should fall upon them with his whole Fleet Sutterkin c. Hogen Mogen c. Pass not Port Bay for fear it should Freeze Sutterkin c. For then I fack your Orange we 'll squeze Sutterkin c. Hogen Mogen c. To the King 's most Excellent Majesty The humble Address of the Master Poet Laureat and other the Catholick and Protestant Dissenters Rhymers with the rest of the fraternity of Minor Poets Inferior Versifiers and sometime of the Corporation of Parnassus sheweth THAT we your Majesties poor Slaves Your merry Beggers witty Knaves Being highly sensible how long A dull dry Prose addressing throng Has daily vext your Royal Ears With fulsom Speeches canting Prayers Unanimously think it better To Address your Majesty in Meeter GReat Sir your healing Declaration Hath cur'd a bare distemper'd Nation The godly hug it for the ease It gives to squeemish Consciences And by the Mamonists 't is made The great encouragement to Trade But we must reckon it in our Sense A gracious Poetick Licence 'T is your peculiar Excellency To Indulge Religion to a frenzy And our Religion is our fancy For which we judge 't will be a crime Not to present our thanks in time We wish all Subjects of our mind To pay like us our dues in kind That zealous Protestants would greet With Laws and Tests your Royal Feet That all would Sacrifice in course Their stubborn Consciences to yours That Academies would oppose On no pretence your Royal cause But quit the Oaths and Founders Laws And no more grudge your Souldiers Quarters That Corporations yield their Charters That Burrough Towns would chuse such Men That you shan't need send home agen That all fit Members take their Stations Such as Sir Roger and Sir Patience That your new Friends stand every where Of which we recommend one pair Honest Will Pen and Harry Care Dissenters will with all their Heart-a Vote for a Gospel Magna Charta Your Judges too will over awe The poor dead Letter of the Law Your high Commissioners from whom The obstinate receive their doom For trusty Catholicks make room Onely one trusty pair of th' Nation Would bind the power of Dispensation For which we 'll rate the Rogues agen With second part of Hind and Pan We 'll Rhyme 'em into better manners And make them lowr their Paper Banners Nor is it all that we will do We Sir will pray like Poets too May our great God Apollo bless you May June bless the budding Issue May you attempt no Enemies To skirmish with but Butter-flies Nor Eternize your martial Arms But in mock Seige and false Alarms May you live long see peacefull days May we live to sing your praise And after all may you inherit The Over-plus of the Saints merit To the King 's Most Excellent Majesty The Humble Address of the Atheists or the Sect of the Epicureans GREAT SIR SINCE Men of all Factions and Misperswasions of Religion have
presented their Thanks for your Majesty's gracious Declaration of Liberty of Conscience we think our selves obliged as Gentlemen to bring up the Reer and become Addressors too We are sure there is no Party of men more improved and advanced by your Indulgence both as to Principles and Proselytes of England And our Cabals are as full as your Royal Chappel for your unlimited Toleration has freed the Nation from the troublesome Bygottries of Religion and has taught men to conclude That there is nothing Sacred or Divine but Trade and Empire and nothing of such eternal Moment as Secular Interest Your Majesty's Universal Indulgence hath introduced such unanswerable Objections and happy Interences towards all Religion that many have given over the troublesome Enquiry after Truth and set down that easy Inference That all Religion is a Cheat. In particular we can never sufficiently Congratulate and Admire that generous Passage in your Majesty's gracious Declaration wherein you have Freed your People from the solemn Superstition of Oaths and especially from those slavish Ceremonious ones of Supremacy and Allegiance and are pleased to declare That you expect no more from your People than what they are obliged to by the Ancient Law of Nature and so have bravely given them leave to preserve and defend themselves according to the first Chapter of Nature's Magna Charta Your Majesty was pleased to wish That all your Subjects were of your own Religion and perhaps every Divisiou wishes you were of theirs But for our parts we freely declare That if ever we should be obliged to profess any Religion we would prefer the Church of Rome which does not much trouble the World with the Affairs of invisible Beings and is very Civil and Indulgent to the Failings of humane Nature That Church can ease us from the grave Fatigues of Religion and for our Moneys allow us Proxies both for Piety and Penances We can easily swallow and digest a Wafer Deity and Will never cavil at the Mass in an unknown Tongue when the Sacrifice it self is so unintelligible We shall never scruple the Adoration of an Image when the chiefest Religion is but Imagination And we are willing to allow the Pope an absolute Power to dispense with all Penal Laws in this World and in another But before we return to Rome the greatest Origin of Atheism we wish the Pope and all his Vassal Princes would free the World from the fear of Hell and Devils the Inquisition and Dragoons and that he would take off the Chimney-Money of Purgatory and Custom and Excise of Pardons and Indulgences which are so much inconsistent with the flourishing Trade and Grandeur of the Nation As for the Ingagements of Lives and Fortunes the common Complement of Addressees we confess we have a more peculiar Tenderness for those most sacred Concernments but yet we will hazard them in desence of your Majesty with as much Constancy and Resolution as your Majesty will defend your Indulgence that is so far as the Adventure will rerve our Designs and Interest From the Devil-Tavern the Fifth of November 1688. Presented by Justice Baldock and was graciously received The DREAM WEary'd with Business and with Cares opprest My Faculties were Doz'd and fond of rest An unusual heaviness did on me creep My Soul Indulg'd it yet I could not sleep Dreams short and frightful vext me all the Night I found I was betray'd and long'd for Light The first such Wonders brought within my view And when I wak'd I almost thought 'em true Me thought I saw great Julius sadly lie Bleeding from all his Wounds and Brutus by The ungrateful Brutus which he doted on With Meager Cassius pleas'd with what he had done Crying the World and Brutus are my own I nearer drew to view the Gastly Trunk But oh the Scene was chang'd Caesar was sunk 'T was Charles the Second which lay mangl'd there The Sacrificing-Tribe too did appear Brutus and Cassius Y k and Petre were Charles weeping grasp'd his Brother by the hand I heard him sighing say within my Land A faithful pious Mother thou wilt command Who in the utmost of Extremity When all but her and much upbraided I Wou'd from the Crown have quite excluded thee Preach'd up thy forfeit Title by our Laws And in thy Banishment maintain thy Cause Passive Obedience thee hast much in store But do not Urge it to thy utmost Power James to preserve Her most devoutly Swore Charles dy'd and James discharg'd his Oath next hour I saw the Priests flock in the Bishops out Saw Peters cram the Wafers down his Throat Tho' dead it sav'd the Heretick no doubt I saw him poorly bury'd in the Night A wretched Train and a more wretched Sight To me it seem'd a Funeral in Disguise For fear his Creditors shou'd his Body Seize I saw him shewn for two pence in a Chest Like Monk Old Harry Mary and the rest And if the Figure answer'd its intent In Ten years time 't would buy a Monument My Fancy brought me back again to Court Where only Fools Advise and Knaves Resort Our Kingdom 's Curse and other Nations Sport I heard the Jesuits in a grand Cabal Resolve to root out Heresie or fall Each his particular Opinion gave They cry'd an opportunity we have To Fetter Her who kept us long Her Slave Immediately they pitch'd upon a Rule How to suppress it by a forward Fool A Bawling Blund'ring Senseless Tool Whose Mouthing at White-Chappel first began Who regularly to his Greatness ran Thro' all the vile degrees of Treachery And now Usurps the Court of Equity He said if you wou'd bring the Clergy down Erect a Court-Commission from the Crown And for Dispencing Law let me alone They hugg'd their Bubble and the Deed was done Petre grew Fat and with Mandamus's Cancker'd the worthy Universities The Seats of Learning Black-heads might command Yet the King's Promise to the Church doth stand Next Liberty of Conscience was Ordain'd The Bishops for Contempt were then Arraign'd The Nobles and the Commons Closetted The Penal-Laws must be Abolished If you refuse your Principles are base Disloyal and you lose our Royal Grace And each that has Dependencies his Place Rochester fell the Loyal Herbert starv'd Each that forsook his God his Monarch serv'd Somerset lost his Troops and Shrowsbury Oxford was strip'd so Scarsdale Lumbley And many more too tedious to relate By whom in safety James thou now dost sit When thou perceiv'dst no comfort from this Wild Thy Dame immediately was quick with Child The Princess at the Bath when it was Born The Bishops in the Tower yet had he sworn The Church of England never should be wrong'd Upon this News the Hot-brain'd Papists throng'd I wak'd and as I on my Dream reflected My reasonable Notions thus projected O King I cry'd thy Measures run too fast And thou wilt find the Curse of it at last Why dost thou wrong thy Country shame thy Life To please false Priests and an ungrateful Wife A Wife
whose Character has always been A Fawning Dutchess and a Sawcy Queen How canst thou suffer Petre's Insolence Who only makes a harvest of his Prince A Slave to Rule Three Kingdoms Govern Thee Yet ne're was Master of a Family This Serpent envying thy Happiness Has crept into thy Eve whose wilfulness Has certainly betray'd thy Paradise Discerning Hallifax thy fall soresaw And early did his slighted Faith withdraw He needs no pardon for the advice he gave Which shews him honester than some that have Under the Rose men use their mind to tell But now Myne-Heir 't is under the Broad-Seal O Nassaw with thy promis'd Succours come And be to us like Anthony to Rome Thy Wise shall young Octavia's place supply And those that have betray'd our Country fly Unless the King to prove the Prince his own Shall to the Lyon's-Den present his Son And if the Royal Brute do not destroy The Infant by Christ 't is his none Joy. The VISION 'T Was at an hour when busie Nature lay Dissolv'd in slumbers from the noisy Day When gloomy Shades and dusky Atoms spread A darkness o're this Universal Bed And all the gaudy beam of light were fled My flutt'ring fancy ' midst this silent peace Careless of sleep and unconcern'd with ease Drew to my wandring thoughts an object near Strange in its form and in appearance rare Me-thought yet sure it cou'd not be a Dream So real all its Imperfection seem With Princely Port a stately Monarch came Airy was his mein and Noble was his frame A sullen sorrow brooded on his Brow He seem'd beneath some weighty Fate to bow Distrust and Grief upon his Eye-lids rest And shew the struggling troubles of his Breast Upon his Head a nodding Crown he wore And in his Hand a yielding Sceptre bore Forlorn and careless did his strokes appear And every motion spoke a wild Despair This mournful Scene did all my passions move And challeng'd both my pity and my love And yet I thought him by the ruins made Above my pity and beyond my aid Long did he in a pensive silence stand For sure his thoughts cou'd not his words command Too big for Speech Till sullen murmurs from his bosome flew And thus a draught of his disorders drew Almighty Powers By whose consent alone Ordain'd I did ascend the Regal Throne Led by your dark Decrees and Conduct there I as your great Vicegerent did appear Beneath my Charge whilst crowding Nations sate And bow'd and did admire my rising Fate 'T was then my Laurels fresh and blooming grew And a loud Fame of all my Glories flew My willing Subjects bless and clap the day The bravest and the best were all my Friends Whilst Faction in confusion sneak'd away At distance grinn'd but cou'd not reach their ends Such Faith unto my Promises were shown My Word they took for Oaths were useless grown My very Word compos'd their hopes and fears Sacred 't was held and all serene appears Until my Fate revers'd did backwards reel Blurr'd all my Fame and alter'd Fortune's Wheel Ye Gods Why did ye thus unconstant prove Was I the envy of th' Abodes above Or was this stately Majesty but given To be the Cheat and Flatt'ry ev'n of Heaven Can ne're a Saint implore Coelestial aid Nor yet the Virgin Goddess Intercede 'T was for her Cause engag'd I suff'ring Iye 'T was to advance her just Divinity Yes I avow the Quarrel and the Cause 'T was for my Faith and to out-cope the Laws I 'de rather be forsaken and alone Than fit a craving Monarch on a Throne Let all my cringing Slaves at distance stand Fawn on th' Invading Foe and kiss his Hand Leave me their Prince forsaken and forlorn Expos'd to all their slights and publick scorn Let after Ages judge the mighty Test Judge the Magnifie Grandure of my breast I saw my great forefather yet afore Seal all his Sacred Vows with martyr'd gore His Royal Issue branded with disgrace Saw all th' Efforts they us'd t' Exclude the Race And yet these Terrours all I dare invade Thus Conscience thus Religion does perswade I 'll stand or fall by both those Tenets still And be the second Martyr to my Will And then he stop'd his fiery Eye-balls move And thus his resisting Fate he strove And stood like Capaneus Defying Jove When strait a noise from whence it came unknown Was heard to answer in an angry tone Dye then unpity'd Prince for thus thy Fate Long since by its Decrees did antidate To such perverseness what regard is shown What Merit cou'dst thou plead to mount a Throne To thy repeated Wishes Heav'n was kind And pleas'd the wild Ambition of thy mind It put a Sceptre in thy eager Hand Yet not t' oppose the Genius of the Land If Reason cou'd not sway thy Actions here Heav'ns not oblig'd by Wonders to appear See how thy Creatures at a distance stand Skulk from thy troubles to a safer Land Those who their Beings to thy bounty own Forsake their fawning Cheats and now are gone Those who were Friends to thee and to thy Cause Bold for their Rights and for their Country's Cause Thou from thy darker Counsels did'st remove And want their aid now they refuse their love Some more imperfect founds did reach my Ear But sense return'd and day-light did appear The CONVERTS I Did intend in Rhimes Heroick To write of Converts Apostolick Describe their persons and their shames And leave the World to guess their Names But soon I thought the scoundrel Theme Was for Heroick Song too mean Their Characters we 'll then rehearse In Burlesque or in Dogrel Verse Of Earls of Lord of Knights I 'll sing That chang'd their Faith to please their King. The first an Antiquated Lord A walking Mummy in a word Moves cloath'd in Plaisters Aromatick And Flannel by the help of a Stick And like a grave and noble Peer Outlives his Sense by sixty year And what an honest Man would anger Outlives the Fort he built at Tanger By Pox and Whores long since undone Yet loves it still and fumbles on Why he 's a Favourite few can guess Some say it 's for his Ugliness For often Monsters being rare Are valued equal to the Fair For in his Mistresses kind James Loves Ugliness in its extreams But others say 't is plainly seen 'T is for the choice he madeo'th ' Queen When he the King and Nation blest With Off-spring of the House of Est A Dame whose Affability Equals her Generosity Oh! Well match'd Pair who frugally are bent To live without the aids of Parliament All this and more the Peer perform'd Then to compleat his Vertues turn'd But 't was not Conscience or Devotion The hopes of Riches or Promotion That made his Lordship first to vary But 't was to please his Daughter Mary And she to make retaliation Is full as lewd-in her Vocation The next a Caravannish Thief A lazy Mass of damn'd Rump Beef Prodigious Guts no Brains at all