'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
by Sea as well as by Land The Forts will preserve them as long as they stay And the Ships carry them and their Plunder away They have therefore good reason to account War the better For the Law will prove to them but a killing Letter Tuesday A Post from his Excellence came blowing his Horn For Money to advance and this spun out the Morn And strait to the City some went for relief The rest made an Ordinance to carry Powder-Beef Thus up go the Roundheads and Essex advances But only to lead his Souldiers new dances To Reading he goes for at Oxford they say His Wife has made him Bull-works to keep him away Prince Rupert for fear that the Name be confounded Will saw off his Horns and make him a Round-head The news was returned with General fame That Reading was taken ere ever he came Then away Rode our Captains and Souldiers did run To shew themselves valiant when the Battail was done Preparing to plunder but as soon as they came They quickly perceived it was but a flam An Ordinance of Parliament Essex brought down But that would not serve him to batter the Town More Mony was rais'd more Men and Ammunition Carts loaded with Turnips and other Provision His Excellence had Chines and Rams-heads for a Present And his Councel of Warre had Woodcock and Pheasant But Ven had 5000. Calves-heads all in Carts To nourish his Men and to chear up their Hearts This made them so valiant that that very day They had taken the Town but for running away 'T was ordered this day that thanksgiving be made To the Roundheads in Sermons for their Beef and their Bread Wednesday Two Members this day at a Conference sate And one gives the other a knock on the Pate This set them a voting and the Upper House swore 'T was a breach of Priviledge he gave him no more The lower the breaking their Members head voted A breach of their Priviledge for it is to be noted That Reason and Priviledge in it did grow 'T was a breach of his Crown and Dignity too Then came in the Women with a long long Petition To settle Militia and damn the Commission For if fighting continue they say they did â—ear That Men would be scarce and Husbands be dear So plainly the Speaker the Businesse unties That presently all the Members did rise They had hardly the leisure all things to lay ope But some felt in their Bellies if they had not a Pope Some strictly stood to them and others did fear Each carried about them a fierce Cavalier This Businesse was handled by the close Committee That privately met at a Place in the City So closely to voting the Members did fall That the humble Sisters were overthrown all But they and their Helpers came short at the last Till at length the whole Work on Prince Griffith was cast And he with his troup did handle the matter He pleased every Woman as soon as he came at her The Businesse had like to have gone on her side Had not Pym perswaded them not to confide For rather than Peace to fill the Common-Wealth He said hee 'd do them every night himself Thursday This Day a great Fart in the House they did hear Which made all the Members make Buttons for fear And One makes nine Speeches while the Businesse was hot And spake through the Nose that he smelt out the Plot. He takes it to task and the Articles drawes As a breach of their own Fundamental-laws Now Letters were read which did fully relate A Victory against Newcastle of late That hundreds were slain and hundreds did run And all this was got ere the Battel begun This they resolv'd to make the best on And next they resolv'd upon the Question That Bonfires and Prayseâ— the Pulpit and Steeple Must all be suborned to couzen the People But the policy was more Mony to get For the Conquest 's dear bought and far enough set Such Victories in Ireland although it be known They strive to make that Land as bad as our Own No sooner the Mony for this was brought hither But a croud of true Letters came flocking together How Hotham and 's Army and others were beaten This made the blew Members to startle and threaten And these by all means must be kept from the City And only referred to the Privy Committee And they presently with an Ex tempore Vote Which they have used so long that they learned by rote They styl'd them Malignant and to Lyes they did turn them Then Corbet in stead of the Hangman must burn them And he after that an Ordinance draws That none should tell truth that disparag'd the Cause Then Pym like a Pegasus trots up and down And takes up an Angel to throw down a Crown He stand like a Creature and makes a long Speech That came from his mouth and part from his breech He moves for more Horse that the Army might be Part Mans flesh and Horse flesh as well as he And heel'l be a Colonel as well as another But durst not ride a Horse ' cause a Horse rid his Mother Friday Sir Hugh Cholmley for being no longer a Traytor Was acâ—us'd of Treason in the highest Nature ' Cause he as they bad him his Souldiers did bring To turn from Rebellion and fight for the King They voted him out but nor they nor their men Could vote him into the House agen Sir Davids Remonstrance next to them was read From the Cities Round-body and Isaac's the Head 'T was approv'd but one Cause produc'd a denyal That all Traytors be brought to a Legal tryal For 't is against Reason to vote or to do Against Traytors when They are no other but so Because about nothing so long they sit still They hold it convenient Diurnalls to fill And therefore they gave their Chronographer charge To stuff it with Orders and Letters at large The King by 's Prerogative nor by the Law Can speak nor print nothing his People to draw Yet Pennyles Pamphletters they do maintain Whose only Religion is Stipendary gain Yet Cum Privilegio against King and the State The Treason that 's taught them like Parrats they prate These Hackneys are licens't what ever they do As if they had Parliament priviledge too Thus then they consult so zealous they are To settle the peace of the Kingdom by War But against Civil-war their hatred is such To prevent it they 'le bring in the Scotch and the Dutch They had rather the Land be destroy'd in a minute Than abide any thing that has Loyalty in it And yet their Rebellion so neatly they trim They fight for the King but they mean for King Pym These all to fight for and maintain are sent The Laws of England but New-England is meant And though such disorders are broke in of late They keep it the Anagram still of a State For still they are plotting such riches to bring To make Charles a rich and
to baul ' Gainst Bishops Courts Canonical Wee 'll ask no more Let him be hang'd a Surplice wears And Tippet on his shoulders bears Raggs of the Whore Secure us from our needlesse fears Let and Burton have their ears Wee 'll ask no more Reform each University And in them let no Learning be A great Eye-sore From hence make Romes Arminians flee That none may have free-will but wee Wee 'll ask no more Lest the Elect should go astray Let Coblers teach you the right way To Heavens door And lest their soles should wear away Let them their Sisters underlay Wee 'll ask no more Next from the Bishops Hierarchy Oh the word sounds but scurvily Let 's hear 't no more It ne're was taught the Apostles by Lay-Elders may the place supply Wee 'll ask no more Next for the State we think it fit That Mr. Pym should govern it He 's very poor The money that 's for Ireland writ Faith let them have the Devil a bit Wee 'll ask no more For ordering the Militia Let us ordain a new new way Ne're heard before Let the Great Council bear the sway If you will give us leave you may Wee 'll ask no more In this we will not be deny'd Because in you wee 'll not confide We know wherefore The Citizens their Plate provide Do you but send in yours beside Wee 'll ask no more Now if that you 'll make Hull your own There 's one thing more we must set down Forgot before Sir John shall then give up the Town If you will but resign your Crown Wee 'll ask no more The Answer to the Petition c. I Charles the King will be so kind To give you leave to take your mind Of all my store When I you Loyal Subjects find And you those Members have resign'd I askt before And when Religion 's all your cares Or London have such heed of theirs They had before When Warwick from Geneva dares Now Printed bring the Common-Prayers And read them o're When all your Consultations tend To pay what you have made men lend None knows wherefore When you no more shall say you 'll send And bring me fairly to mine end You 'll ask no more When your Smectymnuus Surplice wears Or Tippet on his shoulders bears Raggs of the Whore When Burton and Bastwick dares With your good leaves but shew their Eares They 'll ask no more When what I borrowed I shall see Y'have paid each Universitie Of th' City store And Doctors Chaplains Fellows be Free-willers of pluralitie They 'll ask no more When the elect shall make such hast By th' Bretheren to be embrac't In Tubs on floore When Coblers they shall preach their last At Conventicles on a Fast They 'll ask no more When Bishops all the House adorns And Round-heads for their absence mourns A great Eye-sore When ev'ry Citizen lesse scorns Lord Wentworth's head then Essex horns You 'll ask no more When you no more shall dare hereafter A needlesse thing which gains much laughter Granted before When Pym is sent to Ireland slaughter And ne're more hopes to marry my Daughter You 'll ask no more When you have found a clearer way For ordering the Militia Then heard before When Atkins on the Training day Sha'nt dare his Office to bewray Hee 'll ask no more When naught to me shall be deny'd And you shall all in me confide Good cause therefore When Denmark shall for me provide And now Lord Digby's on my side Ask me no more Last when I shall make Hull my own This one thing more I must set down Forgot before When I have got into the Town I 'le make ten more besides that Clown Kneele and implore To the five Principal Members of the Honourable House of Commons The Humble Petition of the POETS AFter so many Concurring Petitions From all Ages and Sexes and all conditions We come in the Rear to present our Follies To Pym Stroude Haslerig Hampden and And we hope for our labour we shall not be shent For this comes from Christendom not from Kent Though set form of Prayers be an Abomination Set forms of Petitions find great Approbation Therfore as others from th' bottom of their souls So wee from the depth and bottom of our Bowles According unto the blessed form taught us We thank you first for the Ills you have brought us For the Good we receive we thank him that gave it And you for the Confidence only to crave it Next in course we Complain of the great violation Of Privilege like the rest of our Nation But 't is none of yours of which we have spoken Which never had being untill they were broken But ours is a Privilege Antient and Native Hangs not on Ordinance or power Legislative And first 't is to speak whatever we please Without fear of a Prison or Pursuivants fees Next that we only may lye by Authority But in that also you have got the Priority Next an old Custom our Fathers did name it Poâ—tical license and alwayes did claim it By this we have power to change Age in Youth Turn Non-sence into Sence and Falshood to Truth In brief to make good whatsoever is faulty This art some Poet or the Devil has taught ye And this our Property you have invaded And a Privilege of both Houses have made it But that trust above all in Poets reposed That Kings by them only are made and Deposed This though you cannot do yet you are willing But when we undertake Deposing or Killing They 're Tyrants and Monsters and yet then the Poet Takes full Revenge on the Villains that do it And when we resume a Scepter or a Crown We are Modest and seek not to make it our own But is 't not presumption to write Verses to you Who make the better Poems of the two For all those pretty Knacks you do compose Alas what are they but Poems in prose And between those and ours there 's no difference But that yours want the rhime the wit and the sense But for lying the most Noble part of a Poet You have it abundantly and your selves know it And though you are Modest and seem to abhor it 'T has done you good service and thank He'ven for it Although the old Maxime remains still in force That a Sanctified Cause must have a Sanctified Course If poverty be a part of our Trade So far the whole Kingdome Poets you have made Nay even so far as undoing will do it You have made King Charles in manner a Poet But provoke not his Muse for all the world knows Already you have had too much of his Prose The Parliaments Pedigree NO Pedigrees nor Projects Of after-times I tell Nor what strange things the Parliament In former times befell Nor how an Emperour got a King Nor how a King a Prince But you shall hear what Progenies Have been begotten since The Devil he a Monster got Which was both strong and stout This many-headed
Common whore That hath been long a fading There 's no man will buy Ye may leave to swear and lie As ye use to do in your trading There 's something Behind That lies in the winde And brings you thus to nothing What doth then remain O the Parliament must raign And you 'll have A King and no King But though their power can From a VVoman turn a Man If they please so to declare him Yet let them take heed The King is King indeed And the Souldiers cannot spare him Is 't nothing ye think 24. in a Link Kings that make his succession Besides for our Good Three Princes of the Brood And three Kingdoms in Possession And all his Vertues too Should be something to you If they could ought amend you But ' cause Hee 's Chaste and Just You 'd have Cruelty and Lust Another King Harry God send you But if you mean to thrive And keep your trades alive And bring to your City treasure Give the King his full Rate As well as to the State And let Him have London measure The Players Petition to the Parliament HEroick Sirs you glorious nine or ten That can depose the King and the Kings men Who by your Sublime Rhetorick agree That prisons are the Subjects libertie And though we sent in silver at great rates You plunder to secure us our Estates Your serious subtilty is grown so grave We dare not tell you how much power you have At least you dare not hear us how you frown If we but say King Pym wears Charles his Crown Such a word's Treason and you dare not hear it Treason to speak it and yet not to wear it O wise mysterious Synod what shall we Do for such men as you e're forty three Be half expir'd and an unlucky season Shall set a period to Triennial Treason When the fields pitcht and some for all their skill Shall fight a Bloody Battel on Tower-Hill Where Master Pym your wise judicious Schollar Ascends his Throne and takes his Crown in Coller When Canterbury coming forth shall wonder You have so long secur'd him from the Thunder Of King-hunting Prentices and the Mayor Shall jussel zealous Isaack from his Chair Fore-seeing Brookes thou drewst a happy lot 'T was a wise Bolt although 't was quickly shot But whilst you live our loude Petition craves That we the true Subjects and the true Slaves May in our Comick mirth and Tragick rage Set up the Theatre and shew the Stage The shop of truth and fancy and we Vow Not to Act any thing you disallow We will not dare at your strange Votes to Jeaâ— Not personate King Pym with his State-flear Aspiring Cataline shall be forgot Bloody Seâ—anus or who e're would Plot Confusion to a State the Warrs betwixt The Parliament and just Henry the sixt Shall have no thought or mention cause their power Not only plac'd but left him in the Tower Noâ— yet the Grave advice of learned Pym Make a Malignant and then Plunder him All these and such like actions as may maâ— Your soaring Plots and shew you what you are We will omit lest that your mention shake 'um Why should the men be wiser then you make ' um Methinks there should not such a difference be 'Twixt our profession and your quality You meet plot talk consult with minds immense The like with us but only we speak sense Inferiour unto you we can tell how To depose Kings there we are more then you Although not more then what you would theâ— we Likewise in our vast Privilege agree Only yours are the longer and controules Not only Lives and fortunes but mens Souls For you declare by Aenigmatick sense A Privilege over mens Conscience As if the Trinity would not consent To save a Soul without the Parliament Wee make the People laugh at some vain shew And as they laugh at us they doe at you But then i' th Contrary we disagree For you can make them cry faster then wee Your Tragedies more really are exprest You murder men in Earnest wee in Jest. There we come short But if you follow 't thus Some wise men fear you will come short of us Now humbly as we did begin Wee pray Dear School-masters you 'd give us leave to play Quickly before the King come for we wou'd Be glad to say y 'ave done a little good Since you have sate your Play is almost done As well as ours would it had ne'er begun For we shall see e're the last Act be spent Enter the King Exeunt the Parliament And hey then up go we who by the frown Of guilty Consciences have been kept down So may you still remain and sit and Vote And through your own beam see your brothers mote Until a legal trial do shew how You us'd the King and hey then up goe you So pray your humble Slaves with all their powers That they may have their due and you have yours A Madrigall on Justice alluding to the PARLIAMENT JUstice is here made up of Might With two left hands but ne're a right And men that are well-sighted find This Justice sits with both eyes blind Yet though the Matron cannot see She holds that edg'd Sword Cruelty Which that it may not rust she whets In cutting off the Islands Teats Who long since did Anathemize Englands too too much seeing eyes Because they have been found to be Guilty of Wit and Piety All this and more they rudely vent By Privilege of Parliament All former Laws fall head-long down And are themselves now lawless grown Equity hath been lately try'd And Right it self been rectin'd The rules that shew a Christian how To live must all be ruled now The Lesson here to learn is brought And Ethicks better manners taught Religion and the Churches wealth Of late deprived of their health Were brought to th' House that they might be Cured of their Integrity We found a seam for this great rent By Privilege of Parliament Most men do now the Buttocks lick Of their great body Politick For not the head but breech is it By which the Kingdom now doth sit The world is chang'd and we have Choyces Not by most Reasons but most Voyces The Lion's trod on by the Mouse The lower is the upper House As once from Chaos order came So do their orders Chaos frame And smoothly work the Lands delusion By a Methodical Confusion These are the things that lately went By Privilege of Parliament They would not have the kingdom fall By an Ignoble Funeral But piously prefer the Nation To a renowned Decollation The feet and lower parts 't is sed Would trample on and off the head What ere they say this is the thing They love the Charles but hate the King To make an even Grove one stroke Should lift the Shrubb unto the Oake Anew-found musick they would make A Gamut but no Ela take This is the pious good intent Of Privilege of Parliament In all humilitie they crave Their
Soveraign to be their Slave Desiring him that he would be Betray'd to them most loyally For it were Meeknesse sure in him To be a Vice-Roy unto Pym And if he would a while lay down His Scepter Majestie and Crown He should be made for time to come The greatest Prince in Christendom Charles at this time not having need Thank'd them as much as if he did This is the happy wish'd event Of Privilege of Parliament Pym that ador'd Publicola Who play'd the base Who got a Lust to sacrifice The HeroeÌ„ to the Peoples Eyes Whose back-from-Hell-fetch'd-knaverie By some is nick-nam'd policie Would be a Lyon with a pox When at the best hee 's but a Fox And just like him that set on fire The hallowed Ephesian Spire Hath purchas'd to be largely known In that he is an Addage grown All this to honest John is lent By Privilege of Parliament The Valiant House was not afeard To pull our Aaron by the Beard To hide dark deeds from Gazers sights Strove to blow out the Churches Lights That squares might run round as their head They long to have the Rochet sped They Vote down Universities Lest men from thence become too wise And their benighted deeds display Whose works of darknesse hate the day Hence they prefer in every Town The Petticoat before the Gown These blessings to the Land are sent By Privilege of Parliament They put forth Orders Declarations Unacted Laws and Protestations Oâ— which all can be said is this The whole is one Parenthesis Because the sence without all doubt Were ne're the lesse were all left out Petitions none must be presented But what are by themselves invented Else they not heal but Cicatrize And from the cure a Scar doth rise Though Holy Cut the fault commit Yet â—ong tail must be paid for it Unto this wound was laid a Tent By Privilege of Parliament They paid the Scottish debt and thus To be more honest they rob'd us They feed the poor with what think ye Why sure with large Calamity And once a month they think it fitting To fast from sin because from sitting They would have winde and storms supprest To drive the Hallcyon from her Nest Charles is a Picture they make bold To use the Scepter he should hold They'd pull down one but give as good A Golden Crown made up of Wood And thus is Justice justly rent By Privilege of Parliament The Call Hoe Yes IF there be any Traytor Viper or Wigeon That will fight against God for the true Religion That to maintain the Parliaments Votes Of all true Subjects will cut the throats That for the King and his Countries good Will consume all the Land with Fire and Blood I say If any such Traytor Viper Mutineer be born Let him repair to the Lord with the double gilt Horn. Englands Woe I Mean to speak of Englands sad fate To help in mean time the King and his Mate That 's ruled by an Antipodian State Which no body can deny But had these seditious times been when We had the life of wise Poet Ben Parsons had never been Parliament men Which no body can deny Had Statesmen read the Bible throughout And not gone by the Bible so round about They would have ruled themselves without doubt Which no body can deny But Puritans now bear all the sway They 'll have no Bishops as most men say But God send them better another day Which no body can deny Zealous P has threatned a great downfall To cut off long locks that is bushy and small But I hope he will not take ears and all Which no body can deny P Burton sayes women that 's lewd and loose Shall wear no stallion locks for a bush They 'll only have private boyes for their use Which no body can deny They 'll not allow what pride it brings Nor favours in hats nor no such things They 'll convert all ribbands to Bible strings Which no body can deny God blesse our King and Parliament And send he may make such K repent That breed our Land such discontent Which no body can deny And blesse our Queen and Prince also And all true Subjects both high and low The Brownings can pray for themselves you know Which no body can deny Upon Ambition Occasioned by the Accusation of the Earl of STRAFFORD in the year 1640. HOw uncertain is the State Of that greatnesse we adore When Ambitiously we sore And have ta'en the glorious height 'T is but Ruine gilded o're To enslave us to our fate Whose false Delight is easier got then kept Content ne'er on its gaudy Pillow slept Then how fondly do we try With such superstitious care To build Fabricks in the Ayr Or seek safety in that sky Where no Stars but Meteors are That portend a ruine nigh And having reacht the object of our ayme We find it but a Pyramid of flame The Argument WHen the unfetter'd Subjects of the Seas The Rivers found their silver feet at ease No sooner summon'd but they swiâ—tly went To meet the Ocean at a Parliament Did not the petty Fountains say their King The Ocean was no Ocean but a Spring As now some do the Power of Kings dispute And think it lesse ' cause more is added to 't Pale Ignorance can the excesse of store Make him seem poorer then he was before The Stars the Heavens inferiour Courtiers may Govern Nights Darknesse but not rule the Day Where the Sun Lords it should they all Combine With Lucia in her brightest dresse to shine Their light 's but faint Nor can he be subdu'd Although but one and they a Multitude Say Subjects are you Stars be it allow'd You justly of your numbers may be proud But to the Sun inferiour for know this Your Light is borrow'd not your Own but His And as all streams into the Ocean run You ought to pay your Contribution Then do not such Ingratitude oppresse To make him low that could have made you lesse The Character of a Roundhead 1641. WHat Creature 's this with his short hairs His little band and huge long ears That this new faith hath founded The Puritans were never such The Sanits themselves had ne'er so much Oh such a knave 's a Rounded What 's he that doth the Bishops hate And count their Calling reprobate Cause by the Pope propounded And saies a zealous Cobler's better Then he that studieth every letter Oh such a knave 's a Roundhead What 's he that doth high Treason say As often as his yea and nay And wish the King confounded And dare maintain that Master Pym Is fitter for the Crown then him Oh such a rogue 's a Roundhead What 's he that if he chance to hear A piece of London's Common-Prayer Doth think his Conscience wounded And goes five miles to preach and pray And lyes with 's Sister by the way Oh such a rogue 's a Roundhead What 's he that met a holy Sister And in an Hay-cock gently kist her Oh! then
his zeal abounded Close underneath a shady willow Her Bible serv'd her for her pillow And there they got a Roundhead A Curtain Lecture The Tune Cannot keep her Lips together WILL you please to hear a Song Though it want both rime and reason It was pend to do no wrong But for description at this season Of he or she what ere they be That wish Church-orders quite confounded Yet makes a shew where e're they go Of Fervent zeal I mean a Roundhead First hee 'l have a smoothing tongue Next hee 'l learn for to dissemble And when he hears of willfull wrong He 'll sigh and look as he would tremble The next of all then let him fall To praise mens hearts in secret bravery A speaking still against all ill That is the Cloak to hide their Knavery Let Charity be used much In words at length and not in action It is the Common use of such Not to do but give direction They 'l be loath to swear an Oath By yea and nay you may believe them But for their gains they will take paines To cheat and ly and never grieve them The Common-Prayer they like it not For they are wise and can make better And such a Teacher they have got Confutes it all in word and letter For he can rayle mens hearts to quaile With deep damnation for their sinnning But to amend they ne're intend And to transgress they 're now beginning But here is a very worthy man That undertakes more than he is able That in a Tub sometimes will stand In Hey-barn Sheep-house or a Stable That all the Rout that comes about To hear his Doctrines Saints he calls them They vow and swear they nere did hear Such worthy things as he hath told them They will not hear of Wedding Rings For to be used in their Mariage But say they are Superstitious things And doth Religion much dispâ—rage They are but vain and things prophane Wherefore now no Wit be-speaks them So to be ty'd unto the Bride But do it as the Spirit moves them No Pater-Noster nor no Creed In their Petitions never mention And hold there 's nothing good indeed But what is done by their pretention Prayers that are old in vain they hold And can with God no favour merit Therefore they will nothing say But as they are moved by the Spirit The wisest Schools they count but Fools Which do no more than they have taught them For Brownists they can preach and pray With Wits their Fathers never bought them Then I perceive that wit they have They gather it by Inspiration No Books they need to learn to read If all be true of their relation Only the Horn-book I would have Them practice at their beginning That you the better may perceive The Fruits that comes by fleshly sinning Neverthelesse I would express All other Books that now are used Least that the Ghost that leaâ—s you most By too mâ—ch Art to be abufed Their Hair close to their Heads they crop And yet not only for the fashion But that the Eare it should not stop From hearing of some rare Relation Therefore his Eares he will prepare To hearken to an Holy Brother That in regard he may be heard From one side of the Barne to th' other They count their Fathers were but Fools Which formerly became such Debters To spend their Means upon the Schools To teach their Sons a few fond Letters The Christ Crosse-row's enough to know For 't is the Horn that must exalt 'em Their Gen'ral Vows his Antler'd Brows Shall gore the Proudest dare assault 'em At the last when they must part Male and Female go together Joynd in hand and joyn'd in heart And joyn'd a little for their pleasure First for a Kisse they will agree And what comes next you may conjecture So that the Wicked do not see And so break up the Roundheads Lecture A Mad World My Masters WE have a King and yet no King For he hath lost his Power For ' gainst his Will his Subjects are Imprison'd in the Tower We had some Laws but now no Laws By which he held his Crown And we had Estates and Liberties But now they they 're voted down We had Religion but of late That 's beaten down with Clubs Whilst that Prophanesse Authoriz'd Is belched forth in Tubs We were free Subjects born but now We are by force made Slaves By some whom we did count our Friends But in the end prov'd Knaves And now to such a grievous height Are our Misfortunes grown That our Estates are took away By tricks before ne're known For there are Agents sent abroad Most humbly for to crave Our Almes but if they are deny'd And of us nothing have Then by a Vote ex tempore We are to Prison sent Mark'd with the Name of Enemy Of King and Parliament And during our Imprisonment Their lawless Bulls do thunder A Licence to their Souldiers Our Houses for to plunder And if their Hounds do chance to smell A man whose Fortunes are Of some Account whose Purse is full Which now is somewhat rare A Monster now Delinquent term'd He is declar'd to be And that his Lands as well as Goods Sequestred ought to be And as if our Prisons were too good He is to Yarmouth sent By vertue of a Warrant from The King and Parliament Thus is our Royal Soveraigns name And eke his Power infus'd And by the vertue of the same He and all His abus'd For by this Means his Castles now Are in the power of those Who treacherously with Might and Maine Do strive him to depose Arise therefore brave British men Fight for your King and State Against those Trayterous men that strive This Realm to Ruinate 'T is Pym 't is Pym and his Colleagues That did our woe engender Nought but their Lives can end our Woes And us in safety render The Riddle S-Hall's have a Game at Put to pass away the time X-pect no foul-play though I do play the Knave I have a King at hand yea that I have C Cards be ye true then the Game is mine R-ejoyce my Heart to see thee then repine A that 's lost that 's Cuckolds luck T-rey comes like Quater to pull down the Buck. An Answer to a Love-Elegy written from I. P. one of the Five Members to his Delightfull Friend in Latin WHat Latin Sir why there is no man That e're thought you an English-Roman Your Father Horse could teach you none Nor was it e're your Mother tongue Your Education too assures Me that your Poem is not yours Besides I thought you did detest The Language of the Latin Beast But now your Impudence I see Did hereby shew its Modesty Each syllable would blush you thought If it had bin plain English taught And that your foul debauched stuff Might do its Errand fast enough Forsooth your Wisedom thought it meet That Words might run to give 'em feet Pardon me Sir I 'me none of those That love
Archery excell Like honest grave Children of Adam Bell And Climme o th' Clough now each of you will be More than a furious Wiâ—liam Cloudeslee And trace the Streets with terror as if Ven With Fulk and Mannwaring were the only Men Whom you did owe Allegiance to as if They Could give you priviledge to disobey The Royal Mandate which does them proclaim Guilty of Treason and you of the same As deeply stand Impeacht and will at last Pay dearly for 't when your vain hopes are past All succours which you credit for your Merit Will be afforded you by the help o th' Spirit That is the Devil sure the Heavenly Powers Will never Patronize such Acts as yours Poor baffl'd City baffled by a Crue Of Men which are as arrant Fools as you Surely your Brains can never be so dull As not conceive this which each empty Skull Must needs resent how that their only Ayme Is to create your City all one Flame And as the Smoak and Sparks do up aspire They 'le sit and laugh like Nero at the Fire Themselves have made unlesse your Heads be all Horns and no Flesh you needs must see the Fall That threatens you like Lightning To eschew Which Ruine 't would be Wisedome to renue Your lost Allegiance and Repentance bring As a fresh Victim to appease your King For be assur'd Who to the King 's untrue Must in their Nature needs be false to you The MONSTER PEace Vipers peace let Crying blood nere cease To haunt your bloody Souls that love not Peace And curst be that Religion that shall cry A Reformation with Phlebotomye Your Impious Firebrands whom the very Tears Of Growning England buried in their Fears Cannot extinguish whom the bleeding Veins Of desperate Ireland which even now remains A very Golgotha cannot asswage Those Stripes the earnest of Another Age Taste of your salvage Piety and ly The Lamb-less Martyrs of your Cruelty Whilst you lye softly emb'red to encrease The flames of Christendome and cry no Peace Let Sampsons coupled Messengers convey Those Firebrands hence and let them make their way To their own Houses consume and devaste Burn down their Barnes and lay their Graynards waste Demolish all within doors and without Make havock there destroy both Branch and Root Let all their Servants flee amaz'd and cry Fire Fire and let no helping hand be nigh Let their Wivâ—s live but only live t' appear Thornes in their Sides and Thunder in their Ears May all their Sons run mad into the Street And seeking Refuge there there may they meet Th' encountering Sword and whom it spares to kill May they be Slaves and labour at the Mill Let all their Daughters beg and beg in vain Let them be ravisht first and then be slain Let all their Kindred wander up and down Like Vagabond be lasht from Town to Town Let basenesse be Entituled on their Names Too firm for all recoveries O let Shames Reproach and Lasting Infamy remain In deeper Characters than that of Cain Let Caitiff P and that Bloody Plot Be Sanctified now or at least forgot And let those Vipers vindicate their Crimes In every Almanack to after times Where may there Treason live among their sences More firm then Reigns of either Kings or Princes Thus may these Firebands thrive and if this Curse Succeed not let it yield unto a worse For them let them burn still till Heaven thinks good To Quench them in their Generations Blood So that the World may hear them hisse and cry Who lov'd not Peace in Peace shall never dye The Earl of Essex his Speech to the Parliament after Keinton Battle HAil to my Brother Round-heads you that sit At home and study Treason 'bove my Wit Or Valour to maintain it 's you whose hearts And brains are stufft with all Devillish darts Of Rapine and Rebellion you whose dark Religious Villanies hates the least spark Of Justice or Obedience to the King To you and none but you true News I bring With all my Fellow Rebells that survive ' Mongst whom in faith my self scapt scarce alive For when the Cavaliers and Popish Schollers Charg'd us so hot my Coach full of Rex-dollers I could have given to have been ten miles off And though the Zealots of our Party scoff And taunt the King's well-wishers take 't from me Happy were all the Round-heads that did flee They scapt a scowering which through very fear Took me and all my Regiment in th' Rear At the first Charge for that when we should fight We sneakt away and had more mind to For had I dard to venture my dear life I should have rought once for the Whore my Wife Yet I dare swear that we had won the day Had not so many fallen and run away And yet for all this Blood that hath been spilt My Sword is guiltlesse for fast by the hilt I held it in my Scabbard and still cry'd Well done Fight on unto the Fools that dy'd Whilst I stole towards Warwick to avoyd The Field with the sad Spectacle quite cloyd I lost my Coach and which doth make me fret I lost â—lake's Letter in my Cabinet That reveal'd all our Treason he good man Suffer'd at Oxford and unlesse I can Repent 't is said that I must dye like him Be Hang'd and Quarter'd and you Mr. Pym We must be cautious for the Cavaliers Have desperate souls concerning those base fears That brought mee back again besides the King Has a Just Cause you know and though we bring The silly Multitude into the Noose Our own hearts tell us we are like to loose Our heads if Charles prevail which we must do If he proceeds thus to kill ten for two You must provide new Armour and more Armes And a new Generall that dares hear Alarms Of Drums and Trumpets one that may have sence And valour to excell my Excellence The Peevâ—sh Women as I pass'd the Strand Blesse me knee deep and would have kiss'd my hand As King whilst I most curteously vayl'd My Hat and Feather to them others rayl'd And them as wisht or knew I had the worst For one that pray'd for me dovoutly curst The truest News of all I hope to tell ye Is that I have more mind to fill my belly Then fight again for that same Dutchland Devil Rupert the Prince of mischief and all evil My Victuals took away and burst my Waggons Whilst the Kings Forces fought with fiery Dragoons And beat me out o' th' Field although we blind The Multitude and say w' had sea and wind Yet I protest the Elements themselves Conspir'd to ruine us Rebellious Elves And to conclude some Jeering Cavalier Has put upon us in a Song this Jeer Rather than they should have the better a That you and I were drawn and hang'd c. A Dialogue between two ZEALOTS upon the c. in the Oath SIr Roger from a zealous piece of Freeze Rais'd to a Vicar of the Children threes Whose yearly Audit may by strict
may know Them may their Eares as long as Asses grow May their Hair nere be long and may their hands Even pine away may they stink as they stand And to conclude may they all lead crosse Lives Nay which is worse be troubled with crosse Wives A Vindication of Cheapside-Crosse against the Roundheads MUst I then down is an eternal doome Past out against me must I needs to Rome And why it is contrary to the Laws To judge th' offendor e're they hear the Cause Why come you arm'd against me what may be The cause of difference 'twixt you and me Have I transgrest the Law or did I ever Our gracious Soveraign from his People sever Did I to a factious Covenant subscribe Or turn a Jack-on-both-sides for a bribe Rebells have long our wisht for blisse defer'd All rose in armes but yet I never stir'd When such a Prick-ear troop upou me gaz'd Crying no Crosse good faith I stood amaz'd I was struck dumb with wonder and which worse Because I 'de gold about me fear'd my Purse This zealous rabble came not to adore me Yet thanks to th' Butchers some fell down before me Others ran quite away the rest disputed Mis-using Scripture phrases but confuted Wisedome they call'd Apocriphal threw diâ—t on All Fathers faces but Saint P and Burton Was God i th' middle of this Congregation Or were they led by instinct or revelation Kings doâ—t their Crowns and Cardinals their Copes All must be bare unto a crew of Crops But do's Religion such a hatred bring To hate the very picture of a King Brethren what would you have or what d' ye fear I draw no sword nor do I wear long hair I 'le do no wrong though arm'd with Pikes about Would you know why 't was to keep Round-heads out Who have not sworn but tane a Protestation To leave no golden Crosse to blesse our Nation They will divide my Coat my Flesh my Bones Theyl 'e share the Gold and give their Wives the Stones They say they 'le pluck the Tower of Babel down All things go right when there 's no Crosse it 'h Town But who can live without them Crosses are The good mans blessings and his certain share He that would win an everlasting Crown Must elevate his Crosse not throw it down They 'le have no Common Prayer but do abhor All that is common but a common W Will you â—ear reason that 's not common to ye Will Prayers prevail He pray ex tempore You think 't is justice that your factious crew Are crosse to me ' cause I am Crosse to you You will have flesh for flesh It 's very dear That Peters nose should pay for Malchas ear If he should snuffle now that were a jest That very thing would make him full blest You 'l run to hear him and cry's doctrine strong Though non-sense in regard he stands so long Put out his eyes next time and you may may find A second like the first and doctrine blind Some call me Popish and report they see Divers adore me what 's all that to me Because they worship me shall I fall down Unto such Calves Mechanicks of the Town 'T is Popery let them kneel that list I le stand Before I le bow I le fly to some new Land Be sorry Brethren I am pleas'd to think 'T was from too little wit or too much drink I le be a Roundhead spiritually sent To pardon your affronts if you l repent I am a foe to Rome for you shall find When I am gone there 's the more room behind A Song in defence of Christmass NOw Christmass is come let us beat up the Drum And call our good Neighbours together And when they appear let us make them good chear That will keep out the wind and the weather To feast at this season I think 't is no treason I could give you a reason why Though some are so pure that they cannot endure to see a Nativity Pye I cannot but wonder that the Souldiers should plunder For keeping our Saviours birth For all Christians then or I cannot tell when Should shew forth their joy and their mirth But our Saints now adayes despise good old wayes ' Gainst which they both preach and pray But to give them their dues they 're no better than Jewes That speak against Christmass day These like the good chear all times o th' year 'T is the birth day that doth them annoy Plumb-porrage and brawn and the Doe and the Fawne With the Creature they love to enjoy They often have meetings and then there 's such greetings Such traceing of Sisters about They preach and they pray but I must not now say What they do when their Candles are out Yet I cannot forbear to tell in your ear What befell at a breaking of bread How a Virgin full neat went thither to eat But it cost her her Maiden-head These men of high merit though much for the spirit Are yet for the Flesh now and than For a new Babe of Grace was got near the Place By a Congregational man The Dippers and Ranters and our Scotch Covenanters That bragge of their Faith and their Zeale These abound in their fainings but I 'le make no complainings Nor will I their Secrets reveale The poor Cavaliers that still lives in fears Of Prisons and Sequestration Though they keep Christmasse day are more honest than they But Honesty 's quite out of fashion If you view our great Cities and our Countrie Committees You will not find overmuch there Our Divines though they preach it themselves do scarce reach it And our Lawyers have little to spare I could tell of some more that have no great store Of our Gentry both Old and New But I think it is best with edge tooles not to jest Nor to speak all we know to be true But the poor Cavalier as to mirthe and good cheere But now bid Christmass adieu If the Taxes hold on their Money will be gone They will want both to bake and to brew Their Healths are put down who adher'd to the Crown 'T is they that must fast and pray For to any mans thinking both their eating and drinking Is like to be taken away The Bishop of Ossery on the Rebells LEt proud Babilon cease to boast Of her Pyramid's stately spires This Rebellion is more strange Surmounting all Infernal fires No Age the like hath ever bread Nor shall when these Rebells be dead A Bill on St. Paul's Church Door THis House is to be let It is both wide and fair If you would know the price of it Pray ask of Mr. Maior Isaack Pennington A SONG WHat though the Zealots pull down the Prelates Push at the Pulpit and kick at the Crown Shall we not ever strive to endeavour Once more to purchase our Royal Renown Shall not the Roundhead first be confounded Sa sa sa sa boyes ha ha ha ha boyes Then wee 'le return home with Triumph and Joy Then weel
glorious King And by this Rebellion this good they will doe him They 'l forfeit all their Estates unto him No Clergy must meddle in Spiritual affairs But Layton nere heard of it losing his ears For that he might be deaf to the Prisoners cries To a spiritual Goalers place he must rise The rest have good reason for what they shall do For they are both Clergy and Laity too Or else at the best when the Question is stated They are but Mechanicks newly translated They may be Committees to practice their bawling For stealing of Horse is Spiritual Calling The reason why People our Martyrs ador'd ' Cause their Ears being cut off their Fame sounds the more 'T was ordered the Goods of Malignants and Lands Shall be shar'd among them and took into their hands They have Spirits of more Malignants to come That every one in the House may have some Then down to Guild-Hall they return their thanks To the Fools whom the Lottery has cheated with Blanks Saturday This day there came news of the taking a Ship To see what strange wonders are wrought in the deep That a troop of their Horse ran into the Sea And pull'd out a Ship alive to the Key And after much prating and fighting they say The Ropes serv'd for Traces to draw her away Sure these were Sea-horses or else by their lying They 'le make them as famous for swimming as flying The rest of the day they spent to bemoan Their Brother the Roundhead that to Tyburn was gone And could not but think it a barbarous thing To hang him for killing a friend to the King He was newly baptized and held it was good To be washed yet not in water but blood They ordered for his honour to cut off his ears And make him a Martyr but a Zealot appears And affirms him a Martyr for although 't was his fate To be hang'd yet he dy'd for the good of the State Then all fell to plotting of mâ—tâ—ers so deep That the silent Speaker fell down fast asleep He recovers himself and rubâ— up his eyes Then motions his House that 't was time to rise So home they went all and their businesse refer'd To the Close Committee by them to be heard They took it upon them but what they did do Take notice that none but themselves must know Postscript Thus far we have gone in Rythme to disclose What never was utter'd by any in Prose If any be wanting 't was by a mishap Because we forgot to weigh't by the map For over the Kingdom their Orders were spread They have made the whole Body as bad as the Head And now made such work that they all do Is but to read Letters and answers them too We thought to make Finis the end of the story But that we shall have more business for you For as their proceedings do so shall our Pen Run roundly from Munday to Munday agen And since we have begun our Muse doth intend To have like their Votes no beginning nor end The holy Pedler FRom a Forraign shore I am come to store Your Shops with rare devices No drugs do I bring From the Indian King No Peacocks Apes nor Spices Such Wares I do show As in England do grow And are for the good of the Nation Let no body fear To deal in my Ware For Sacriledge now 's in fashion I the Pedlar am That came from Amsterdam With a pack of new Religions I did every one fit According to 's wit From the Tub to Mahomets pigeons Great Trading I found For my spiritual ground Wherein every man was a Medler I made People decline The learned Divine And then they bought Heaven of the Pedler First Surplices I took Next the Common-Prayer-book And made all those Papists that us'd 'um Then the Bishops and Deans I stript of their means And gave it to those that abus'd ' um The Clergy-men next I withdrew from their Text And set up the gifted Brother Thus Religion I made But a matter of trade And I car'd nor for one or t'other Then Tythes I fell upon And those I quickly won 'T was prophane in the Clergy to take ' um But they serv'd for the Lay Till I sold them away And so did Religious make 'um But now come away To the Pedler I pray I scorn to rob or cozen If Churches you lack Come away to my Pack Here 's thirteen to the dozen Church Militants they be For now we do see They have fought so long with each other The Rump's-Churches threw down Those that stood for the Crown And sold them to one another Then come you factious Crue Here 's a Bargain now for you With the spoyles of the Church you may revel Now pull down the Bells And then hang up your selves And so give his due to the Devil The Hue and Cry after Sir John Presbyter WIth hair in Characters and Lugs in text With a splay mouth and a nose circumflext With a set Ruffe of Musket-bore that wears Like Cartrages or linnen Bandileers Exhausted of their sulphurous contents In Pulpit fire-works which that Bomball vents The Negative and Covenanting Oath Like two Mustachoes issuing from his mouth The bush upon his chin like a carv'd story In a box-knot cut by the Directory Madams Confession hanging at his ear Wire-drawn through all the questions How and Where Each circumstance so in the hearing felt That when his ears are cropt he 'll count them gelt The weeping Cassock scar'd into a Jump A sign the Presbyter's worn to the stump The Presbyter though charm'd against mischance With the Divine Right of an Ordinance If you meet any that do thus attire 'em Stop them they are the tribe of Adoniram What zealous frenzie did the Senate seize To tare the Rochet to such rags as these Episcopacy minc'd reforming Tweed Hath sent us Runts even of her Churches breed Lay-interlining Clergy a device That 's nick-name to the stuff call'd Lops and Lice The Beast at wrong-end branded you may trace The Devils foot-steps in his cloven face A face of severall parishes and sorts Like to a Sergeant shav'd at Innes of Courts What mean these Elders else those Kirk Dragoons Made up of Ears and Ruffs like Ducatoons That Hierarchy of Handicrafts begun Those new Exchange-men of Religion Sure they 'r the Antick â—eads which plac'd without The Church do gape and disembogue a sprout Like them above the Commons house have been So long without now both are gotten in Then what imperious in the Bishop sounds The same the Scotch Executor rebounds This stating Prelacy the Classick rout That spake it often e're it spake it out So by an Abbies Sceleton of late I heard an Eccho supererogate Through imperfection and the voice restore As if she had the hiccop o're and o're Since they our mixt Diocesans combine Thus to ride double in their Discipline That Pauls shall to the Consistory call A Dean and Chapter out of Weavers-Hall Each at the
Ordinance for to assist With the five thumbs of his groat-changing fist Down Dagon Synod with thy motley ware Whilst we do swagger for the Common-Prayer That Dove-like Embassie that wings our sence To Heavens gate in shape of innocence Pray for the Miter'd Authors and defie These Demicasters of Divinity For where Sir John with Jack of-all-trades joyns His Finger's thicker than the Prelates Loyns The way to wooe a Zealous Lady I Came unto a Puritan to wooe And â—oughly did salute her with a Kiss She shov'd me from her when I came unto Brother by yea and nay I like not this And as I her with amorous talk saluted My Articles with Scripture she confuted She told me that I was too much prophane And not devout neither in speech nor gesture And I could not one word answer again Nor had not so much Grace to call her Sister For ever something did offend her there Either my broad beard hat or my long hair My Band was broad my ' Parrel was not plain My Points and Girdle made the greatest show My Sword was odious and my Belt was vain My Spanish shooes was cut too broad at toe My Stockings light my Garters ty'd too long My Gloves perfum'd and had a scent too strong I left my pure Mistris for a space And to a snip-snap Barber streight went I I cut my Hair and did my Corps uncase Of ' Parrels pride that did offend the eye My high-crown'd Hat my little Beard also My pecked Band my Shooes were sharp at toe Gone was my Sword my Belt was laid aside And I transformed both in looks and speech My ' Parrel plain my Cloak was void of Pride My little Skirts my metamorphis'd Breech My Stockings black my Garters were ty'd shorter My Gloves no scent thus marcht I to her Porteâ— The Porter spide me and did lead me in Where his sweet Mistris reading was a Chapter Peace to this house and all that are therein Which holy words with admiration wrapt her And ever as I came her something nigh She being divine turn'd up the white o' th' eye Quoth I dear Sister and that lik'd her well I kist her and did passe to some delight She blushing said that long-tail'd men would tell Quoth I I 'll be as silent as the night And least the wicked now should have a sight Of what we do faith I 'll put out the light O do not swear quoth she but put it out Because that I would have you save your Oath In truth you shall but kisse me without doubt In troth quoth I here will we rest us both Swear you quoth she in troth had you not sworn I 'd not have don 't but took it in foul scorn A Hue and Cry after the Reformation WHen Temples lye like batter'd Quarrs Rich in their ruin'd Sepulchers When Saints forsake their painted Glasse To meet their worship as they passe When Altars grow luxurious with the dye Of humane bloud Is this the floud Of Christianity When Kings are cup-boarded like cheese Sights to be seen for pence a piece When Dyadems like Brokers tire Are custom'd reliques set to hire When Soveraignty Scepters loose their names Stream'd into words Carv'd out by swords Are these refining flames When Subjects and Religion stir Like Meteors in the Metaphor When zealous hinting and the yawn Excize our Mâ—niver and Lawn When blue digressions fill the troubled ayr And th' Pulpit's let To every Set That will usurp the Chair Call ye me this the night's farewell When our noon day 's as dark as Hell How can we lesse than term such lights Ecclesiastick Heteroclites Bold sons of Adam when in fire you crawl Thus high to be Perch'd on the tree Remember but the fall Was it the glory of a King To make him great by suffering Was there no way to build God's House But rendring of it infamous If this be then the merry ghostly trade To work in gall Pray take it all Good brother of the blade Call it no more the Reformation According to the new translation Why will you wrack the common brain With words of an unwonted strain As Plunder or a phrase in senses cleft When things more nigh May well supply And call it down-right theft Here all the School-men and Divines Consent and swear the naked lines Want no expounding or contest Or Bellarmine to break a jest Since then the Heroes of the pen with me Nere scrue the sense With difference We all agreee agree The Times TO speak in wet-shod eyes and drowned looks Sad broken accents and a vein that brooks No spirit life or vigour were to own The crush and triumph of affliction And creeping with Themistocles to be The pale-fac'd Pensioners of our enemy No 't is the glory of the Soul to rise By falls and at rebound to pierce the skies Like a brave Courser standing on the sand Of some high-working Fretum views a land Smiling with sweets upon the distant side Garnish'd in all her gay embroydered pride Larded with Springs and fring'd with curled Woods Impatient bounces in the cap'ring flouds Big with a nobler fury than that stream Of shallow violence he meets in them Thence arm'd with scorn and courage ploughs a way Through the impostum'd billows of the Sea And makes the grumbling Surges slaves to oar And waft him safely to the further shoar Where landed in a soveraign disdain He turns back and surveys the foaming main While the subjected waters flowing reel Ambitious yet to wash the Victor's heel In such a noble Equipage should we Embrace th' encounter of our misery Not like a field oâ— corn that hangs the head For every tempest every petty dread Crosses were the best Christians arms and we That hope a wished Canaan once to see Must not expect a carpet-way alone Without a red-sea of affliction Then cast the dice Let 's foord old Rubicon Caesar 't is thine man is but once undone Tread softly though least Scyllah's ghost awake And us i' th' roll of his Proscriptions take Rome is revived and the Triumvirate In the black Island are once more a State The City trembles there 's no third to shield If once Augustus to Antonius yield Law shall not shelter Cicero the Robe The Senate Proud successe admits no Probe Of Justice to correct or quare the fate That bears down all as illegitimate For whatsoere it lists to overthrow It either finds it or else makes it so Thus Tyranny's a stately Palace where Ambition sweats to climbe and nustle there But when 't is enter'd what hopes then remain Theâ—e is no Salliport to come out again For Mischief must rowle on and gliding grow Like little Rivulets that gently flow From their first bubbling springs but still increase And swell their Chanel as they mend their pace Till in a glorious tyde of villany They over-run the banks and posting fly Like th' bellowing Waveâ— in tumults till they can Diâ—play themselves in a full Ocean And if â—lind
he much retires And shows himself no Scot. A SONG On the Schismatick ROTUNDOS ONce I a curious Eye did fix To observe the tricks Of the Schismaticks of the Times To find out which of them Was the merriest Theme And best would befit my Rimes Arminius I found solid Socinians were not stolid Much Learning for Papists did stickle But ah ah ha ha ha ha Rotundos rot ah ha ha ha ha ha Rotundos rot 'T is you that my spleen doth tickle And first to tell must not be forgot How I once did trot With a great Zealot to a Lecture Where I a Tub did view Hung with apron blew 'T was the Preachers as I conjecture His Use and his Doctrine too Were of no other hue Though he spake in a tone most mickle But ah ha ha ha c. He taught amongst other prety things That the Book of Kings Small benefit brings to the godly Beside he had some grudges At the Book of Judges And talkt of Leviticus odly Wisedome most of all He declares Apocryphal Beat Bell and the Dragon like Michael But ah ah ha ha ha ha c. ' Gainst Humane Learning next he envyes And almost boldly say's 'T is that which destroyes Inspiration Let superstitious sence And wit be banished hence With Popish Predomination Cut Bishops down in hast And Cathedrals as fast As Corn that 's fit for the sickle But ah ah ha ha ha ha Rotundos rot ah ha ha ha ha ha Rotundos rot 'T is you that my spleen doth tickle Cromwell's Panegyrick SShall Presbyterian Bells ring Cromwels praise While we stand still and do no Trophyes raise Unto his lasting name Then may we be Hung like the Bells for our dependencie Well may his Nose that is Dominicall Take pepper in 't to see no Pen at all Stir to applaud his merits who hath lent Such valour to erect a Monument Of lasting praise whose name shall never dye While England has a Church or Monarchy He whom the laurell'd Army home did bring Riding triumphant o're his conquer'd King He is the Generals Cypher now and when Hee 's joyn'd to him he makes that One a Ten. The Kingdoms Saint England no more shall stir To cry St. George but now St Oliver Hee 's the Realm Ensign and who goes to wring His Nose is forc'd to cry God save the King He that can rout an Army with his name And take a City ere he views the same His Souldiers may want bread but n'ere shall fear While hee 's their General the want of Beer No Wonder they wore Bayes his Brewing-fat Helicon-like make Poets Laureat When Brains in those Castalian liquors swim We sing no Heathenish Pean but a Hymne And that by th' Spirit too for who can chuse But sing Hosanna to this King of Jewes Tremble you Scotish Zealots you that han't Freed any Conscience from your Covenant That for those bal'd Appellatives of Cause Religion and the Fundamental Laws Have pull'd the old Episcopacy down And as the Miter so you 'le serve the Crown You that have made the Cap to th' Bonnet vaile And made the Head a Servant to the Taile And you curst spawne of Publicans that sit In every County as a plague to it That with your Yeomen Sequestrating Knaves Have made whole Counties beggerly and Slaves You Synod that have sate so long to know Whether we must believe in God or no You that have torn the Church and sate t' impaire The Ten Commandements the Creed the Prayer And made your honors pull down Heavens glory While you set up that Calfe your Directory We shall no wicked Jews-ear'd Elders want This Army 's built of Churches Militant These are new Tribes of Levi for they be Clergy yet of no Universitie Pull down your Crests for every bird shall gather From your usurping back a stollen feather Your great Lay Levite whose great Margent tires The patient Reader while he blots whole quires Nay reams with Treason and with Nonsence too To justifie what e're you say or do Whose circumcised ears are hardly grown Ripe for another Persecution He must to Scotland for another paire For he will lose these if he tarry here â—urges that Reverend Presbydean of Pauls Must with his Poundage leave his Cure of Souls And into Scotland trot that he may pick Out of that Kirk a nick-nam'd Bishoprick The Protean Hypocrites that will ne're burn Must here or else at Tyburn take a turn And Will. the Conqueror in a Scotish dance Must lead his running Army into France Or he and 's Juncto among those Crews In Holland build a Synagogue of Jewes And spread Rebellion Great Alexander Fears not a Pillory like this Commander And Bedlam John that at his Clerks so raves Using them not like servants but like slaves He that so freely rail'd against his Prince Call'd him dissembling sâ—btile Knave and since Has stil'd the whole Army Bankrupts said that none Of their Estates were equal to his own He that was by a strong Ambition led To set himself upon the Cities head But when he has restor'd his both-side fees Hee 'l be as poor or they as rich as hee 's And that still-gaping Tophet Goldsmiths Hall With all his Furies shall to ruine fall Wee 'l be no more gull'd by that Popish story But shall reach Heav'n without that Purgatory What Honour does he merit what Renown By whom all these Oppression are pull'd down And such a Government is like to be In Church and State as eye did never see Magicians hold hee 'l set up Common-prayer Looking in 's face they find the Rubrick there His Name shall never dye by fire nor floud But in Church-windows stand where Pictures stood And if his Soul lothing that house of clay Shall to another Kingdom march away Under some Barnes floor his bones shall lye Who Churches did and Monuments defie Where the rude Thrasher with much knocking on Shall wake him at the Resurrection And on his Grave since there must be no Stone Shall stand this Epitaph That he has none The Scotch War WHen first the Scottish War began The English man we did trapan with Pellit and Pike The bonny blythe and cunning Scot Had then a Plot which they did not well smell it 's like Although he could neither write nor read Yet our General Lashly cross'd the Tweed With his gay gangh of Blew-caps all And we marcht with our Generall We took New-castle in a trice But we thought it had been Paradice They did look all so bonny and gay Till we took all their Pillage away Then did we streight to plundering fall Of great and small for were all most valiant that day And Jinny in her Satten Gown the best in Town From Heel to Crown was gallant and gay Our silks and sweets made such a smother Next day we knew not one another For Jockie did never so shine And Jinny was never so fine A geud faith a gat a ged Beaver then But it 's beat
into a Blew-cap agen By a Redcoat that did still cry Rag And a red snowt a the Deel aw the Crag The English raised an Army streight With mickle state and we did wate to face them as well Then every valiant Musquet man put fire in pan And we began to lace them as well But before the Sparks were made a Cole They did every man pay for his Pole Then their bought Land we lent them agen Into Scotland we went with our men We were paid by all both Peasant and Prince But I think we have soundly paid for it since For our Silver is wasted Sir all And our Silks hang in Westminster Hall The Godly Presbyterian that holy man The War began with Bishop and King Where we like Waiters at a Feast But not the least of all the guest must dish up the thing We did take a Covenant to pull down The Cross the Crofier and the Crown VVith the Rochet the Bishop did bear And the Smock that his Chaplain did wear But now the Covenant's gone to wrack They say it looks like an old Almanack For Jockie is grown out of date And Jinny is thrown out of late I must confesse the holy firk did only work Upon our Kirk for silver and meat VVhich made us come with aw our broods Venter our bloods for aw your goods to pilfer cheat But we see what covetousness doth bring For we lost our selves when we sold our King And alack now and welly we cry Our backs mow and bellies must dye VVe fought for food and not vain-glory And so there 's an end of a Scotish mans Story I curse all your Silver and Gold Aw the worst tale that ever was told The Power of Money T Is not the silver nor gold for it self That makes men adore it but 't is for its power For no man does doat upon pelf because pelf But all Court the Lady in hope of her dower The wonders that now in our dayes we behold Done by the irresistable power of gold Our Zeal and our Love and Allegiance do hold This purchaseth Kingdoms Kings Scepters and Crowns Wins Battels and conquers the Conquerors bold Takes Bulwarks and Castles and Cities and Towns And our prime Laws are writ in letters of gold 'T is this that our Parliament calls and creates Turns Kings into Keepers and Kingdomes to States And peopledomes these into highdomes translates This made our black Synod to sit still so long To make themselves rich by making us poor This made our bold Army so daring and strong And made them turn them like Geese out of door 'T was this made our Covenant-makers to make it And this made our Priests for to make us to take it And this made both Makers and Takers forsake it 'T was this spawn'd the dunghill Crew of Committees and ' strators Who live by picking the Crockadile Parliaments gums This first made and then prospered the Rebells and Traytors And made Gentry of those that were the Nations scums This Herald gives Armes not for merit but store And gives Coats to those that did sell Coats before If their pockets be but lin'd well with argent and ore This plots can devise and discover what they are This makes the great Fellons the lesser condemn This sets those on the Bench that should stand at the Bar Who Judge such as by right ought to Execute them Gives the boysterous Clown his unsufferable pride Makes Beggars and Fools and Usurpers to ride Whiles ruin'd Propriators run by their side Stamp either the Armes of the State or the King St. George or the Breeches C. R. or O. P. The Cross or the Fiddle 't is all the same thing This still is the Queen whosoe'er the King be This lines our Religion builds Doctrine Truth With Zeal and the Spirit the factious endueth To club with St. Katharine or sweet Sister Ruth 'T is money makes Lawyers give Judgement or plead On this side or that side on both sides or neither This makes young men Clerks that can scarce write or read And spawns arbitrary Orders as various as the weather This makes your blew Lecturers pray preach and prate Without reason or sence against Church King or State To shew the thin lining of his twice-covered pate 'T is money makes Earls Lords Knights and Esquires Without breeding descent wit learning or merit This makes Ropers and Ale-drapers Sheriffs of Shires Whose trade is not so low nor so base as their spirit This Justices makes and wise ones we know Furr'd Aldermen too and Mayors also This makes the old Wise trot and makes the Mare to go This makes your blew aprons Right Worshipfull And for this we stand bare and before them do fall They leave their young heirs well fleeced with wooll Whom we must call Squires and then they pay all Who with beggarly souls though their bodies be gawdy Court the pale Chamber-maid and nick-name her a Lady And for want of good wit they do swear and talk bawdy This Mariages makes 't is a Center of love It draws on the man it pricks up the woman Birth virtue and parts no affection can move Whilst this makes a Lord stoop to the Brat of a Broom-man This gives virtue and beauty to the Lasses that you wooe Makes women of all sorts and ages to do 'T is the soul of the world and the worldling too This procures us whores hawks hounds hares 'T is this keeps your Groom and your Groom keeps your Gelding This built Citizens Wives as well as wares And this makes your coy Lady so coming and yielding This buys us good Sack which revives like the spring 'T is this your Poetical fancies do bring And this makes you as merry as we that do sing Contentment WHat though the ill times do run crosse to our will And Fortune still frown upon us Our hearts are our own and shall be so still A fig for the plagues they lay on us Let us take t'other cup to chear our hearts up And let it be purest Canary We 'll ne'er shrink nor care at the Crosses we bear Let them plague us untill they be weary What though we are made both Beggars and Slaves Let 's endure it and stoutly drink on 't 'T is our comfort we suffer ' cause we wont be Knaves Redemption will come e're we think on 't We must flatter and fear those that over us are And make them believe that we love them When their Tyranny is past we can serve them at last As they have serv'd those have been above them Let the Levites go preach for the Goose or the Pig To drink Wine at Christmas or Easter The Doctor may labour our lives to new trig And make Nature fast while we feast her The Lawyer may bawl out his Lungs and his Gall For Plaintiff and for Defendant At his Book the Scholar lye while with Plato he dye With an ugly hard word at the end on 't Then here 's to
's quite undone In a rising Creature we daily see certainly He is a Retreater that fails to go on He that in a Builder's trade Stops e're the Roof be made By the Aire he may be betray'd And overthrown He that hath a Race begun And let 's the Goale be won He had better never run But let 't alone 3. Then plot rightly March fightly Shew your glittering Arms brightly Charge hightly Fight sprightly Fortune gives renown A right riser Will prize her She makes all the World wiser Still try her Wee 'l gain by her A Coffin or a Crown 4. If the Dutchman or the Spaniard Come but to oppose us We will thrust them out of the Main-yard If they do but nose us Hans Hans think upon thy sins And then submit to Spain thy Master For though now you look like Friends Yet he will never trust you after Drink drink give the Dutchman drink And let the tap and kan run faster For faith at the last I think A Brewer will become your Master 5. Let not poor Teg and Shone Vender from der Houses Lest dey be quite undone In der very trowzes And all her Orphans bestow'd under hatches And made in London free der to cry matches St. Patrick wid his Harp do tun'd wid tru string Is not fit to unty St. Hewson's shooes-strings 6. Methinks I hear The Welch draw near And from each lock a louse trops Ap Shon ap LLoyd Will spen'd her ploot For to defend her mouse-traps Mounted on her Kâ—fflebagh With coot store of Koradagh The Pritish war begins With a hook her was over come her Pluck her to her thrust her from her By cot her was preak her shins Let Taffy fret And Welch-hook whet And troop up Pettigrees We only tout Tey will stink us out Wit Leeks and toasted Sheeze 7. But Jockie now and Jinny comes Our Brethren must approve on 't For pret a Cot dey beat der drums Onely to break de Couvenant Dey bore St. Andrew's Crosse Till our Army quite did rout dem â—ut when we put um to de Losse De deal a Crosse about dem The King and Couvenant they crave Their Cause must needs be further'd Although so many Kings they have Most barbarously basely murther'd 8. The French The French-man he will give consent Though he trickle in our veins That willingly We may agree To a marriage with Grapes and Graines He conquers us with kindnesse And doth so far entrench That fair and wise and young and rich Are finified by the French He prettifies us with Feathers and Fans With Petticoats Doublets and Hose And faith they shall Be welcome all If they forbear the nose For love or for fear Let Nations forbear If fortune exhibit a Crown A Coward he Must surely be That will not put it on The Levellers Rant TO the Hall to the hall For justice we call On the King and his pow'rful adherents friends Who still have endeavour'd but we work their ends 'T is we will pull down what e're is above us And make them to fear us that never did love us Wee 'l level the proud and make every degree To our Royalty bow the Knee 'T is no lesse then treason ' Gainst freedom and Reason For our brethren to be higher then we 2. First the thing call'd a King To judgement we bring And the spawn of the court that were prouder then he And next the two Houses united shall be It does to the Romish religion enveagle For the State to be two-headed like the spredeagle Wee 'l purge the superfluous Members away They are too many Kings to sway And as we all teach 'T is our Liberties breach For the Freeborn Saints to obey 3 Not a claw in the Law Shall keep us in aw Wee 'l have no cushon-cuffers to tell us of hell For we are all gifted to do it as well 'T is freedom that we do hold forth to the Nations To enjoy our fellow-creatures as at the creation The Carnal mens wives are for men of the spirit Their wealth is our own by merit For we that have right By the Law called Might Are the Saints that must judge and inherit The Safety SInce it has been lately enacted high Treason For a man to speak truth of the heads of the state Let every wise man make use of his reason See and hear what he can but take heed what he prate For the proverbs do learn us He that stays from the battail sleeps in a whole skin And our words are our own if we can keep 'um in What fools are we then that to prattle begin Of things that do not concern us 2 Let the three kingdoms fall to one of the prime ones My mind is a Kingdom and shall be to me I could make it appear if I had but the time once I 'm as happy with one as he can be with three If I could but enjoy it He that 's mounted on high is a mark for the hate And the envy of every pragmatical pate While he that creeps low lives safe in his state And greatness do scorn to annoy it 3 I am never the better which side gets the battel The Tubs or the Crosses what is it to me They 'l never increase my goods or my cattel But a beggar 's a beggar and so he shall be Unless he turn Traytor Let Mâ—sers take courses to hep up their treasure Whose lust has no limits whose mind has no measurâ— Let me be but quiet and take a little pleasure A little contents my nature 4. My Petition shall be that Canary be cheaper Without Patent or Custom or cursed Excise That the Wits may have leave to drink deeper and deeper And not be undone while their heads they baptise And in liquor do drench 'um If this were but granted who would not desire To dub himself one of Apollo's own Quire We 'll ring out the Bells when our noses are on fire And the quarts shall be the buckets to drench 'um 5. I account him no wit that is gifted at railing And flirting at those that above him do sit While they do out-wit him with whipping and goaling Then his purse and his person both pay for his wit 'T is better to be drinking If sack were reform'd into twelve-pence a quart I 'ld study for money to Marchandize for 't And a friend that is true we together will sport Not a word but we 'l pay them with thinking The Leveller NAy prethee don't fly me But â—it thee down by me I cannot endure A man that 's demure Go hang up your Worships and Sirs Your Congies and Trips With your legs and your lips Your Madams and Lords And such finikin words With the Complements you bring That do spell NO-THING You may keep for the Chains and the Furs For at the beginning was no Peasant or Prince And 't was policy made the distinction since 2. Those Titles of Honours Do remain in the Donours And not in that
worlds uproar But an eternal hush a quiet peace As without end so still in the increase Shall lull humanity asleep and bring Us equal Subjects to the Heavenly King Till then I 'le turn Recusant and forswear All Calvin for there 's Purgatory here AN EPITAPH STay Passenger Behold and see The widowed Grave of Majestie Why tremblest thou Here 's that will make All but our stupid souls to shake Here lies entomb'd the sacred dust Of Peace and Piety Right and Just The bloud O start'st not thou to hear Of a King 'twixt hope and fear Shed and hurried hence to be The miracle of misery Adde the ills that Rome can boast Shrift the world in every coast Mix the fire of Earth and Seas With humane spleen and practices To puny the records of time By one grand Gygantick crime Then swell it bigger till it squeeze The Globe to crooked hams and knees Here 's that shall make it seem to be But modest Christianitie The Law-giver amongst his own Sentenc'd by a Law unknown Voted Monarchy to death By the course Plebeian breath The Soveraign of all command Suff'ring by a Common hand A Prince to make the odium more Offer'd at his very door The Head cut off O death to see 't In obedience to the feet And that by Justice you must know If you have Faith to think it so We 'll stir no further then this Sacred Clay But let it slumber till the Judgement day Of all the Kings on Earth 't is not denyed Here lies the first that for Religion dyed The Engagement stated BEgon Expositor the Text is plain No Church no Lord no Law no Soveraign Away with mental reservations and Senses of Oaths in files out-vy the Strand Here 's Hell truss'd in a thimble in a breath Dares face the hazard of the second death The Saints are grown Laconians and can twist Perjury up in Pills like Leyden grist But hold precize Doponents though the heat Of Zeal in Cataracts digestâ— such meat My cold concoction shrinks and my advance Drives slowly to approach your Ordinance The sign 's in Cancer and the Zodiack turns Leonick roul'd in curls while Terra burns What though your fancies are sublim'd to reach Those fatal reins Successe and will can teach But rash Divinity a sad renown Where one man fell to see a million drown When neither Arts nor Armes can serve to fight And wrest a Title from its Law and Right Must Malice piece the Trangum and make clear The scruple Else we will resolve to swear Nay out-swear all that we have sworn before And make good lesser crimes by acting more And more sublime This this extends the Line And shames the puny soul of Cataline On this account all those whose Fortune 's crost And want estates may turn Knights of the Post Vaulx we out-vy'd thee since thy plot fell lame We found a closer Celler for the same Piling the fatal Powder in our mouths Which in an Oath discharg'd blew up the House Maugre Mounteagle Aspes not throughly slain Their poyson in an age may live again Good Demas cuff your Bear then let us see The mystery of your iniquity May a Man course a Cur and freely box The Question or the formal Paradox But as in Physick so in this device This queâ—k of policy the point is nice For he that in this model means to thrive Must first subscribe to the Preparative Like Witches compact counter-march his faith And soak up all what ere the Spirit saith Then seale and signe Scylla threw three Barres short He a had Sword indeed but no Text for 't Old Rome lamâ—nt thy infancy in sin We perfect what thou trembledst to begin Blush then to see thy self out-done But all The world may grieve 't is epidemical Heaven frowns indeed But what makes Hell enraged Sweet Pluto be at Peace we have Engaged On the happy Memory of Alderman Hoyle that hang'd himself ALL hail fair fruit may every Crab-tree bear Such blossomes and so lovely every year Call ye me this the slip marry 't is well Zacheus slip'd to Heaven the Thief to Hell But if the Saints thus give 's the slip 't is need To look about us to preserve the breed Th' are of the Running game and thus to post In nooses blanks the reckning with their Host Here 's more than Trussum cordum I suppose That knit this knot guilt seldome singly goes A wounded soul close coupled with the sense Of sin payes home its proper recompence But hark you Sir if hast can grant the time See you the danger yet what 't is to climbe In Kings Prerogatives things beyond just When Law seemes brib'd to doom them must be truss'd But O I smell your Plot strong through your Hose 'T was but to cheat the Hang-man of your Cloaths Else your more active hands had fairly stay'd The leasure of a Psalm Judas has pray'd But later crimes cannot admit the pause They run upon effects more than the cause Yet let me ask one question why alone One Member of a Corporation 'T is clear amongst Divines Bodies and Souls As joyntly active so their judgement rowles Concordant in the Sentence why not so In earthly Suffrings States attended go But I perceive the Knack Old women say And bee 't approv'd each Dogge should have his day Hence sweep the Almanack Lilly make room And blanks enough for the new Saints to come All in Red letters as their faults have bin Scarlet so limbe their Anniverse of sin And to their Childrens credits and their Wives Be it still said they leap fair for their lives The States New Coyne 1. SAw you the States mony new come from the Mint Some People do say it is wonderous fine And that you may read a great mystery in 't Of mighty King Nol the Lord of the Coyn. 2. They have quite omitted his Politick head His worshipfull face and his excellent Nose But the better to tempt the sisters to bed They have fixed upon it the print of his Hose 3. For if they had set up his Picture there They needs must ha' crown'd him in Charles his stead But 't was cunningly done that they did forbear And rather would set up his Ar than his head 4 'T is monstrous strange and yet it is true In this Reformation we should ha' such luck That Crosses were alwaies disdained by you Who before pull'd them down should now set them up 5. On this side they have circumscrib'd God with us And in this stamp and Coyn they confide Common-wealth on the other by which we may guess That God and the States were not both of a side 6. On this side they have Crosse and Harp And only a Crosse on the other set forth By which we may learn it falls to our part Two Crosses to have for one fit of Mirth 7. A Country-man hearing this straight way did think That he would procure such a piece of his own And knowing it like his Wifes Butter-print
She should ha 't for a Token when as he came home 8. Then since that this is the Parliament coyn Now Lilly by thy mysterious charms Or Heralds pray tell us if these ha' not been Carmen or Fidlers before by their Arms. The Rebellion NOw thanks to the Powers below We have even done our do The Myter is down and so is the Crown And with them the Corronet too All is now the Peoples and then What is theirs is ours we know There is no such thing as a Bishop or K Or Peer but in name or show Come Clowns and come Boys come Hoberdehoys Come Females of each degree Stretch out your throats bring in your Votes And make good the Anarchy Then thus it shall be sayes Alse Nay thus it shall be sayes Amie Nay thus it shall go sayes Taffie trow Nay thus it shall go sayes Jemmy Oh but the truth good People all the truth is is such a thing For it will undo both Church and State too And pull out the throat of our King No nor the Spirit nor the new Light Can make the Point so clear But we must bring out the defil'd Coat What thing the truth is and where Speak Abraham speak Hester Speak Judith speak Kâ—ster Speak tag and rag short coat and long Truth is the spell that made us rebell And murder and plunder ding dong Sure I have the truth sayes Numphs Nay I have the truth sayes Clem Nay I have the truth sayes reverend Ruth Nay I have the truth sayes Nem. Well let the truth be whose it will There is something else in ours Yet this devotion in our Religions May chance to abate our Powers Then let 's agree on some new way It skills not much how true Take P and his club or Smec and his tub Or any Sect old or new The Devil is in the pack if choyce you can lack We are fourscore Religions strong Then take your choice the Major voice Shall carry 't right or wrong Then let 's have King Charles sayes George Nay wee 'l have his Son sayes Hugh Nay then let 's have none sayes gabbering Jone Nay wee 'l be all Kings sayes Prue Nay but neighbours and friends one word more There 's something else behind And wise though you be you do not well see In which door fits the winde And for Religion to speak truth And in both Houses sence The matter is all one if any or none If it were not for the pretence Now here doth lurk the key of the work And how to dispose of the Crown Dexteriously and as it may be For your behalf and our own Then wee 'l be of this sayes Meg Nay wee 'l be of this sayes Tib Come we 'll be of all sayes pittifull Paul Nay wee 'l be of none sayes Gib Oh we shall have if we go on In Plunder Excise and Blood But few folks and poor to domineer o're And that will not be good Then let 's agree on some new way Some new and happy course The Country is grown sad the City is Horn mad And both the Houses are worse The Synod hath writ the General hath shit And both to like purpose for Religion Laws the Truth and the Cause We talk on but nothing we do Come then let 's have peace sayes Nel No no but we won't sayes Meg But I say we will sayes fiery-face Phil We will and we won't sayes Hodge Thus from the Rout who can expect Ought but confusion Since the Unity with good Monarchy Begin and end in one If then when all is thought their own And lyes at their belief These popular pates reap nought but debates From these many round-headed beast Come Royalists then do you play the men And Cavaliers give the word And now let 's see what you will be And whether you can accord A health to King Charles sayes Tom Up with it sayes Ralph like a man God blesse him sayes Doll and raise him sayes Moll And send him his own sayes Nan. But now for these prudent Wights That sit without end and to none And their Committees in Towns and Cities Fill with confusion For the bold Troops of Sectaries The Scots and their Partakers Our new British States Col. Burges and his Mates The Covenant and its Makers For all these wee 'l pray and in such a way That if it might granted be Both Jack and Gill and Moll and Will And all the world will agree Elâ—e Pox take them all sayes Bess And a Plague too sayes Mary The Devil sayes Dick and his Dam too sayes Nick Amen and amen say we On Britannicus his leap three Story high and his escape from London PAul from Damascus in a basket slides Cran'd by the faithfull Brethren down the sides Oâ— their embattel'd walls Britannicus As loath to trust the Brethrens God with us Slides too but yet more desp'rate and yet thrives In his descent needs must the Devil drives Their Cause was both the same and herein meet Only their fall was not with equal feet Which makes the Case Iambick thus we see How much News falls short of Divinity Truth was their crying crime One takes the night Th' other th' advantage of the New-sprung Light To mantle his escape how different be The Pristin and the Modern Policy Have Ages their Antipodes Yet still Close in the Propagation of ill Hence flowes this use and doctrine from the thump I last sustain'd beloved Good wits may Jump An Epigram on the People of England SWeating and chafing hot Ardelio cryes A Boat a Boat else farewell all the prize But having once set foot upon the deep Hot-spur Ardelio fell fast asleep So we on fire with zealous discontent Call'd out a Parliament a Parliament Which being obtain'd at last what did they do Even squeez the Wool-packs and lye snorting too Another BRitain a lovely Orchard seem'd to be Furnish'd with natures choise variety Temptations golden fruit of every sort Th' Hesperian Garden fann'd from fein'd report Great boyes and small together in we brake No matter what disdain'd Priapus spake Up up we lift the great boyes in the trees Hoping a common share to sympathize But they no sooner there neglected streight The shoulders that so rais'd them to this height And fell to stuffing of their own bags first And as their treasure grew so did their thirst Whiles we in lean expectance gaping stand For one shake from their charitable hand But all in vain the dropsie of desire So scortch'd them three Realms could not quench the fire Be wise then in your Ale bold youths for fear The Gardner catch us as Mosse caught his Mare Upon report there should be no more Terms kept at Westminster IS 't possible will no Terms then prevail And must the Gown and Bag jog on to sale The Bills and Answers in our Courts become Converted to the taring use of Drum And shall no more Confederacies pass 'Twixt Midsomer and dying Michaelmas Though they deprive us of Old
all a row Alas poor Lambert is undone And now he may go Preach Since 't is the English Al-a-mode For every Rogue to Teach He 'le nose it bravely in a Tub And let his Brethren know That they are Damn'd unlesse they dip Cuckolds all a row But where 's your mighty Fleetwood now His honor'â— worn to th' stump He 'le serve Ambassador to hell To make room for the Rump And thus King-killers one by one Shall to the Devil goe Upon the City Asses pack Cuckolds all a row And now Cow-hearts look to your shops The Red-coats will you fright And plunder you because they know Your hornes hang in your light Not matter for you have been the cause Of all the Kingdoms woe And do deserve still to be call'd Cuckolds all a row But if that you would honest grow And do a glorious thing Which is to rouse and take your Armes And fight for Charles our King Which Act your Credits will regain And all the World shall know That you shall then no more be call'd Cuckolds all a row The RUMP Carbonado'd or A New BALLAD To the Tune of the Black-smith LEnd me your ears not cropt and I 'le sing Of an hideous Monster or Parliament thing That City and Country doth wofully wring VVhich no body can deny Take care that no Sectary be in this place For if you offend the least Babe of Grace The Rump will be ready to fly in your face VVhich c. They fram'd a Remonstrance to set all on fire Which took with the People as they did desire And forc'd them to Covenant that they would conspire VVhich c. No sooner exalted was Essex his horn But God's law and man 's too the Cuckold did scorn To ruine our Country this Rebel was born Which c. Take Warwick along if company you lack No Admiral like an old Puritan Jack A verier Knave you cann't find in the Pack Which c. These arm'd with Commissions by Sea and by Land Did send forth their forces the King to withstand Till of all that was good they had soon made an hand Which c. In glory and wealth we once so abounded And were in Religion so thoroughly grounded That none could have shatter'd us thus but the Roundhead Which c. Which pluck'd down the King the Church and the Laws To set up an Idol then Nick-nam'd the Cause Like Bell and Dragon to gorge their own Maws Which c. They banisht all Royallists out of the Line And scarce would endure to hear any Divine That would not for company cogge lye and whine Which c. So frantickly zealous they were at that season That the five rotten Members impeacht of High Treason They guarded against all Right Law and Reason Which c. Will fool was counted the worst of the twain Till Tom fool Lord F the Cause to maintain His Honor and Conscience did fearfully stain Which c. Sir William at Run-away-downs had a bout Which him and his Lobsters did totally rout And his Lady the Conqueror could not help him out Which c. Though General B do now fawn and beseech The Cavaliers found him a blood-sucking Leech He would seem a Convert but he stinks of the Breech Which c. All will confesse that Saint Oliver Cromwell Had learn'd in his Reign the three Nations to cumwell Although it be true that he did love a Bum-well Which c. But young Dick and Harry not his Heirs but his Brats As if they had lesse wit and grace than Gib-Cats Slunk from their Commands like a pair of drown'd Rats Which c. The sound of a Rump nere heard of before In their addle pates did so whistle and roar That streight they betook themselves to the back door Which c. When Haslerig of the Rump brought up the rear The Army was in such a bodily fear That no one commander durst ever appear Which c. Down goes the Publick when Knaves usurp Power The Rump by one Ordinance can more men devour Than all the great Guns shot from the Tower Which c. Pennington long since was broken to fitters Yet fits with the Rump of Sects to Pig-litters And such as come near him he all to besquitters Which c. If Alderman Atkins you keep not in minde Hee 'l take it so ill that hee 'l fly out behinde And make you remember with every winde Which c. Titchborn could preach pray and prate by the Spirit And Ireton little better who rang'd like a Ferretâ— And Tyburn thinks long to give them their merit Which c. Lord Gourney was right whom the City betraid Now the City would be right were the Maior not a Jade Till such as he be made examples nere look for better Trade Which c. Ne're did any Nation so court their own good As we have all offers of mercy withstood God's judgement on our rapine and shedding of blood Which c. All wise men and good say it is a mischievous fate A Kingdome to turn to a Popular State Yet wee 'l take no warning untill it be too late Which c. A desperate crew of self-seeking Elves Do wilfully force us on quicklands and shelves This we see yet we seek not to safeguard our selves Which c. For when the poor Cits are plunder'd by force Their grievances find as little remorse I' th' man-beast the Maior as in his great horse Which c. The Rump yet fits brooding upon their close stool In labour to bring forth a Knave or a Fool Begotten by a new Legislative Tool Which c. Sir Henry Vane Prince of the last modell'd rout Was known as a Traytor both cunning and stout Yet for being too rampant the Rump shit him out Which c. James Harrington Knight or Knave choose you whether For in the Rump still Knight and Knave go together The times cannot mend till hee 's tyed to his tether Which c. Harry Martin and Scot with some thirty eight more Are resolved on the question to keep us all poor Whilest they have the power to Plunder and Whore Which c. Who can gain-say that it was a strong fart Which blew the Lord Disborough back to his Cart And taught silly Fleetwood of crying the Art Which c. 'T is pity that Hewson the Lord should have died For piercing his Brother the Cobler's Hide Since the word of Command came from his blind side Which c. Luke Robinson wants both his Bristles and Aule To stitch up his lame Legge and help him to craule Who down-right hath halted betwixt God and Baal Which c. The Prentices once put the Troupers to flight And the Red-coats for fear then were ready to shite When Lambert the Atheist marcht Northward to fight Which c. The Greeks that sack Troy from the Belly did come Of Epriis his Horse but with Musket and Drum The War among us is carried on by the Bum VVhich c. Jack