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 Treason 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 fear That Men would be scarce and Husbands be dear So plainly the Speaker the business 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 business 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 Griâ—â—ith was cast And he with his troup did handle the matter He pleased every Woman as soon as he came at her The business had like to have gone on their side Had not Pym perswaded them not to confide For rather then peace to fill the Common-wealth He said hee 'd do ten 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 business 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 New-Castle of late That hundreds were slain and hundreds did run And all this was got ere the battel begun This then they resolved to make the best on And next they resolved upon the Question That Bonfires and praises the Pulpit and Steeple Must all be suborned to couzen the People But the policy was more money to get For the conquest 's dear bought and far enough fet Such victories in Ireland although it be known They strive to make that Land as bad as our own No sooner the money 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 Extempore Vote which they have used so long that they learned by rote They stil'd them malignant and to lies 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 P. like a Pegasus trots up and down And takes up an angel to throw down a Crown He stands like a Centaure and makes a long speech That came from his mouth and part from his breech He moves for more Horse that the Army may be Part Mans-flesh and Horse-flesh as well as he And hee 'l be a Colonel as well as another But durst not ride a horse ' cause a horse rode his Mother Friday Sir Hugh Cholmley for being no longer a Traytor Was accus'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 David's 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 denial That all Traytors be brought to a Legal trial 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 Diurnals to fill And therefore they gave their Chronographer charge To stuffe 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 Penny-les Pampleters they do maintain Whose only Religion is Stipendary gain Who Cum Privilegio against King and the State The treason that 's taught them like Parrats they prate These Hackneys are licenc'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 'l bring in the Scots and the Dutch They had rather the Land be destroy'd in a minute Then 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 Lawes 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 more riches to bring To make Charles a rich and glorious King And by this rebellion this good they will do him They 'l forfeit all their Estates unto him No Clergy must meddle in Spiritual affairs But Layton ne'r 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 Mechannicks newly translated They may be Committees to practise their bawling For stealing of horses is a spiritual calling The reason why people our Martyrs adore ' 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 send spirits for more malignants to come That every one in the house may have some Then down to Guild-hall they return with 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 'ld make them as famous for swimming as flying The rest of the day they spent to bemoan Their Brother the Round-head 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
as Romulus was 9. At last when the rout with their head did fall out And the wars thereupon did fall in He went to the field with a sword but no shield Strong drink was his buckler within 10. But when he did spy how they dropt down and die And did hear the bullets to sing His arms he flung down and run fairly to town And exchang'd his sword for his sling 11. Yet he claimed his share in such honours as were Belonging to nobler spirits That ventur'd their lives while this Buffon survives To receive the reward of their merits 12. When the wars were all done he his fighting begun And would needs shew his valour in peace Then his fury he flings at poor conquer'd things And frets like a hog in his grease 13. For his first feat of all on a Wit he did fall A wit as some say and some not Because he 'd an art to rhithm on the quart But never did care for the pot 14. And next on the cocks he fell like an Ox And took them and their Masters together But the combs and the spurs kept himself his Sirs Who are to have both or neither 15. The cause of his spite was because they would fight And because he durst not he did take-on And said they were fit for the pot not the pit And would serve to be eaten with bacon 16. But flesh'd with these spoyles the next of his toyles Was to fall with wild-beasts by the ears To the Bear-ward he goeth then opened his mouth And said oh are you there with your bears 17. Our stories are dull of a cock and a bull But such was his valour and care Since he bears the bell the tales that we tell Must be of a cock and a bare 18. The crime of the bares was they were Caveliers And had formerly fought for the King And pull'd by the Burrs the round-headed Currs That they made both their ears to ring 19. Our successour of Kings like blind fortune flings Upon him both honour and store Who has as much right to make Tom a Knight As Tom has desert and no more 20. But Fortune that whore still attended this Brewer And did all his atchievements reward And blindly did fling on this lubberly thing More honour and made him a Lord. 21. Now he walks with his spurs and a couple of curs At his heels which he calls Squires So when honour is thrown on the head of a clown 'T is by Parasites held up and Lyars 22. The rest of his pranks will merit new thanks With his death if we did but know it But we 'l leave him and it to a time and place fit And Greg. shall be funeral Poet. VIII The New Mountebank Written in 1643. IF any body politick Of plenty or ease be very sick There 's a Physician come to Town Of far fetcht fame and high renown Though call'd a Mountebank 't is meant Both words being French a Parliament Who from Geneva and Amsterdam From Germany and Scotland came Now lies in London but the place If men say true is in his face His Scaffold stands on Tower-hill When he on Strafford try'd his skill Off went his head you 'l think him slain But straight 't was voted on again Diurnals are his weekly-bills Which speak how many he cures or kills But of the Errata we 'l advise For cure read kill for truth read lies If any Traytor be diseased with a sore-neck and would be eased There is a pill they call a Vote Take it ex tempore it shall do 't If any conscience be to strict Here 's several p 〈…〉 from Lectures pickt Which swallowed down will stretch it full As far as 't is from this to Hull Is any by Religion bound Or Law and would be looser found Here 's a Glister which we call His priviledge o'r-topping all Is any money left or plate Or goods bring 't in at any rate He 'l melt three shillings into one And in a minute leave you none Here 's powder to inspire the lungs Here 's water that unties your tongues Spight of the Law 't will set you free To speak treason only lispingly Here 's Leeches which if well apply'd And fed will stick close to your fide Till your superfluous bloud decay Then they 'l break and drop away But here 's a soveraign Antidote Be sure our Soveraign never know 't Apply it as the Doctour pleases 'T will cure all wounds and all diseases A drug none but himself e're saw 'T is call'd a Fundamental Law Here 's Glasses to delude your sight Dark Lanthorns here here bastard light This if you conquer trebbles the men If loose a hundred seems but ten Here 's Opium to lull asleep And here lie dangerous plots in steep Here stands the safety of the City There hangs the invisible Committee Plundring's the new Philosophers stone Turns war to Gold and Gold to 〈…〉 e And here 's an Ordinance that shall At one full shot enrich you all He 's skilled in the Mathematicks And in his circle can do tricks By raising spirits that can smell Plots that are hatcht as deep as hell Which ever to themselves are known The Devil 's ever kind to his own All this he gratis doth and saith He 'l only take the Publick Faith Flock to him then make no delay The next fair wind he must away IX The Saints Encouragement Written in 1643. FIght on brave Souldiers for the cause Fear not the Caveliers Their threatnings are as senseless as Our Jealousies and fears 'T is you must perfect this great work And all Malignants slay You must bring back the King again The clean contrary way 'T is for Religion that you fight And for the Kingdoms good By robbing Churches plundring men And shedding guiltless blood Down with the Orthodoxal train All Loyal Subjects slay When these are gone we shall be blest The clean contrary way When Charle◠we 've bankrupt made like us Of Crown and power bereft him And all his loyal subjects slain And none but Rebels left him When we 've beggar ' d all the Land And sent our Truncks away We 'l make him then a glorious Prince The clean contrary way 'T is to preserve his Majesty That we against him fight Nor are we ever beaten back Because our cause is right If any make a scruple on 't Out Declarations say Who fight for us fight for the King The clean contrary way At Keynton Branford Plymmouth York And divers places more What victories we Saints obtain'd The like ne'r seen before How often we Prince Rupert kill'd And bravely won the day The wicked Caveliers did run The clean contrary way The true Religion we maintain The Kingdomes peace and plenty The priviledge of Parliament Not known to one of twenty The ancient Fundamental Laws And teach men to obey Their Lawful Soveraign and all these The clean contrary way We subjects Liberties preserve By prisonment and plunder And do
the best of the Nation Are all for the King by a new translation He that won't believe 't is a Jew 3. The poor Caveliers thought all was their own And now was their time to sway But friends they have few and money they 've none And so they mistook their way When they seek for preferments the Rebels do rout ' um And having no money they must go without 'um The Courtiers do carry such stomachs about 'um They speak no English but PAY 4. And those very rebels that hated the King And no such office allow By the help of their boldness and one other thing Are brought to the King to bow And there both pardons and honours they have with which they think they 're secure and brave But the title of Knight on the back of a Knave 〈…〉 's like a saddle upon a sow 5. Those men are but fools as matters now stand That would not be Rebels and Traytors To grow rich and rant o'r the best of the land And tread on the poor Cinque Quaters To do what they list and none dare complain To rise from a cart and drive Charles his wain And for this be made Lords and Knights in grain O 't is sweet to ambitious natures 6. If the times turn about 't is but to comply And make a formal submission And with every new power to live and die Then they are in a safe condition For none are condemned but those that are dead Nor must be secur'd but those that are fled And none but the poor rogues sequestred The great ones buy remission 7. The Fortieth part of their riches will Secure t'other thirty nine And so they will keep above us still But hang 't we 'l ne'r repine The Devil does into their natures creep That they can no more from their villany keep Then a Wolfe broke loose can from killing of sheep Or a Poet refrain from wine 8. Now Heaven preserve our Merciful King And continue his grace and pity And may his prosperity be like a spring And stream from him to the City May James and George those Dukes of renown Be the two supporters of Englands Crown And may all honest men enjoy what 's their own And so I conclude my ditty XIV The Holy Pedler 1. FRom a Forraign shore I am not come to store Your Shops with rare devices No drugs do I bring from the Indian King No Peacocks Apes nor Spices Such wares I do show As in England do grow And are for the good of the Nation Let no body fear To deal in my ware For Sacriledge now 's in fashion 2. I the Pedler am That came from Amsterdam With a pack of new Religions I did every one fit According to 's wit From the Tub to Mahomets pigeons Great trading I found For my spiritual ground Wherein every man was a medler I made people decline The learned Divine And then they bought Heaven of the Pedler 3. First Surplices I took Next the Common-prayer-book And made all those Papists that us'd 'um Then the Bishops and Deans I strip'd of their means And gave it to those that abus'd ' um The Clergy-men next I withdrew from their Text And set up the gifted brother Thus Religion I made But a matter of trade And I car'd nor for one or t'other 4. Then Tythes I fell upon And those I quickly won 'T was prophane in the Clergy to take 'um But they serv'd for the Lay Till I sold them away And so did Religious make 'um But now come away To the Pedler I pray I scorn to rob or cozen If Churches you lack Come away to my pack Here 's thirteen to the dozen 5. Church Militants they be For now we do see They have fought so long with each other The Rump's Churches threw down Those that stood for the Crown And sold them to one another Then come you factious crue Here 's a bargain now for you With the spoils of the Church you may revel Now pull down the bells And then hang up your selves And so give his due to the Devil XV. A Serious Ballade written in 1645. I Love my King and Countrey well Religion and the Laws Which I 'm mad at the heart that e're we did sell To buy the good Old Cause These unnatural wars And brotherly jars Are no delight or joy to me But it is my desire That the wars should expire And the King and his Realms agree 2. I never yet did take up arms And yet I dare to dye But I 'll not be seduc'd by phanatical charms Till I know a Reason why Why the King and the State Should fall to debate I ne'r could yet a reason see But I find many one Why the wars should be done And the King and his Realms agree 3. I love the King and the Parliament But I love them both together And when they by division asunder are rent I know 't is good for neither Which so e'r of those Be victorious I 'm sure for us no good 't will be For our plagues will encrease Unless we have peace And the King and his Realms agree 4. The King without them can't long stand Nor they without the King 'T is they must advise and 't is he must command For their power from his must spring 'T is a comfortless sway Where none will obey If the King han't's right which way shall we They may Vote and make Laws But no good they will cause Till the King and his Realms agree 5. A pure Religion I would have Not mixt with humane wit And I cannot endure that each ignorant knave Should dare to meddle with it The tricks of the Law I would faign withdraw That it may be alike to each degree And I faign would have such As do meddle so much With the King and the Church agree 6. We have pray'd and pay'd that the wars might cease And we be free men made I would fight if my fighting would bring any peace But war is become a trade Our servants did ride with swords by their side And made their Masters foot-men be But we will be no more slaves To the beggars and knaves Now the King and the Realms do agree XVI An Ode Written in 1643. WHat 's this that shrouds WIn these Opacous clouds The glorious face of heav'n and dims our light What must we ever lye Mantled in dark stupidity Still groveling in a daily night And shall we have no more the sun allow'd Why does the Sun grow dim or do the stars grow proud 2. Why should false zeal Thus scorch our common-weal And make us slight bright Phaebus purer fires Why do these plannets run They would but cannot be the Sun Yet every saucy flame aspires Though they 've no reason to affect the same Since they have nought of fire but the meer rage and name 3. Now since our Sun Has left this Horizon Can all the stars though by united pow'r Undark the night Or equal him
than 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 spread-eagle We '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 Free-born Saints to obey 3. Not a Claw in the Law Shall keep us in aw We 'l have no cushion-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 Nation 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 SONG X. The New Courtier Written in 1648. SInce it must be so Then so let it go Let the Giddy-brain'd times turn round Since we have no King let the goblet be crown'd Our Monarchy thus we 'l recover While the pottles are weeping we 'l drench our sad souls In big-bellied bowles Our sorrows in Sack shall lye steeping And we 'l drink till our eyes do run over And prove it by reason That it can be no Treason To drink and to sing A mournival of healths to our new-crown'd King 2. Let us all stand bare In the presence we are Let our noses like bonfires shine In stead of the Conduits let the pottles run wine To perfect this new Coronation And we that are loyal In drink shall be Peers While that face that wears Pure Claret looks like the bloud-royal And out-stares the Bores of the Nation In sign of obedience Our oaths of Allegiance Beer-glasses shall be And he that tipples ten s of the Nobility 3. But if in this Raign The Halberted train Or the Constable should rebel And should make their twy-bill'd militia to swell And against the Kings party raise arms Then the Drawers like Yeomen Of the Guard with quart-pots Shall fuddle the sots While we make 'um both cuckolds and freemen And on their wives be up alarums Thus as each health passes We 'l tripple the glasses And hold it no sin To be loyal and drink in defence of our King SONG XI The Safety Written in 1648. 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 stayes 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 pragmatital pate While he that creeps low lives safe in his state And greatness doth scorn to annoy it 3. I am never the better which side gets the battel The Tuâ—s 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 Misers take courses to heap up their treasure Whose lust has no limits whose mind has no measure Let me be but quiet and take a little pleasure And little contents my nature 4. My petition shall be that Canary be cheaper W'thout patent or custome or cursed excise That the Wits may have leave to drink deeper and deeper And not be undone while their heads they baptist 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 'l ring out the bells when our noses are on fire And the quarts shall be the buckets to 〈◊〉 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 goâ—â—ing 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 merchandize for 't And a friend that is true we together will sport Not a word but we 'l pay them with thinking SONG XII The Companion WHat need we take care for Platonical Rules Or the precepts of Aristotle They that think to find learning in books are buâ— fools True Philosophy lies in the bottle And a mind That 's confin'd To the mode of the Schools Ne'r arrives at the height of a pottle Let the sages Of our ages Keep a talking Of our walking Demurely while we that are wiser Do abhor all That 's moral In Plato And Cato And Seneca talks like a Sizer Chorus Then let full bowles on bowles be hurl'd That our jollity may be compleater For Man though he be but a very little world Must be drown'd as well as the greater 2. We 'l drink till our cheeks are as starrd ' as the skies Let the pale-colour'd students flowt us And our noses like Comets set fire on our eyes Till we bear the whole heavens about us And if all Make us fall Then our heels shall devise What the stars are a doing without us Let Lilly Go tell you Of thunders And wonders Let Astrologers all divine And let Booker Be a looker Of our natures In our features He 'l find nothing but Claret in mine Chorus Then let full bowles c. SONG XIII Copernicus 1. LEt the bowl pass free From him to thee As it first came to me 'T is pity that we should confine it Having all either credit or coyn yet Let it e'n take its course There 's no stopping its force He that shuffles must inter-line it 2. Lay aside your cares Of Shops and Wares And irrational fears Let each breast be as thoughtless as his'n is That from his bride newly ris'n is We 'l banish each soul That comes here to condole Or is troubled with love or business 3. The King we 'l not name Nor a Lady t' enflame With desire to the game And into a dumpishness drive all Or make us run mad and go wive all We 'l have this whole night Set a part for delight And our mirth shall have no corrival 4. Then see that the Glass Through its circuit do pass Till it come where it was And every nose has been within it Till he end it that first did begin it As Copernicus found That the Earsh did turn round We will prove so does every thing in it SONG XIV The Painters
had writ Lines that would make the Reader spit Nor beyond puns would Pindar get Virgil and Horace if inspir'd by thee Had writ but lewd and pagan poetry Dull dropsi'd lines or else as dry and raging as a Feaver 4. Treasons committed and contriv'd by thee Kingdoms and Kings subverted 'T is thou makest Rulers fools and cowards bee And such as ought to bend the Knee Madly invade the Soveraignty Thou throw'st us on all actions viâ—e and fell First mak'st us do and then thou mak'st us tell And whom we swore to serve By thee we â—asely have deserted 5. Thou plague of bodies and th' unnatural Nurse Of Sickness and Physitians Raine of wit and strength and fame and purse That hast destroy'd poor mortals worse Then the great plague or Mâ—rosh curse In fifty nine th' hast spilt more English bloud Then e'r in eighty eight the Spaniard could By his Armado or can since destroy By 's Inquisitions 6. Hence from my veins from my desires be gone I loath thee and defie thee I 'll now find out a purer Helicon Which wits may safely feast upon And baffle thy hobgoblin Don And live to see thee and thy mungrel race Contemn'd and rooted out of every place And those thou 'st fool'd and wrong'd like me For ever ever fly thee SONG XXXVIII The Lamentation Written in 164â— 1. MOurn London mourn Bathe thy polluted â—oul in tears Return return Thou hast more cause of grief then th' hadst fo◠〈◊〉 For the whole Kingdoâ—â— now begins To feel thy sorrows as they saw thy sins And now do no Compassion show Unto thy misery and wo But slight thy sufferings as thou didst theirs 2. Pride towring pride And boyling lust those fatal twins Sit side by side And are become plantations of sins Hence thy Relellions first did flow Both to the King above and him below And fordid floth The Nurse of both Have rais'd thy crimes to such a growth That sorrow must conclude as sin begins 3. Fire raging fire Shall burn thy stately towers down Yet not expire Tygres and Wolves or men more savage grown Thy childrens brains and thine shall dash And in your bloud their guilty tallons wash Thy Daughters must Allay their lust Mischiefs will be on miscief thrust Till thy Cap tumble as thou mad'st the Crown 4. Cry London cry Now now petition for redress Where canst thou fly Thy emptied chests augment thy heaviness The Gentry and the Commons loath Th' adored Houses slight thee worse then both The King poor Saint Would help but can't To heav'n alone unfold thy want Thence came thy plagues thence only pity flow'th SONG XXXIX The Riddle Written in 1644. 1. NO more no more We are already pin'd And sore and poor In body and in mind And yet our sufferings have been Less then our sin Come long-desired peace we thee implore And let our pains be less or power more 2. Lament Lament And let thy tears run down To see the rent Between the Robe and Crown Yet both do strive to make it more Then 't was before War like a serpent has its head got in And will not end so soon as 't did begin 3. One body Jars And with its self does fight War meets with wars And might resisteth might And both sides say they love the King And peace will bring Yet since these fatal civil broyles begun Strange Riddle both have conquer'd neither won 4. One God one King One true Religion still In every thing One Law both should fulfil All these both sides does still pretend That they defend Yet to encrease the King and Kingdoms woes Which side soever wins good subjects lose 5. The King doth swear That he doth fight for them And they declare They do the like for him Both say they wish and fight for peace Yet wars increase So between both before our wars be gone Our lives and goods are lost and we 're undone 6. Since 't is our curse To fight we know not why 'T is worse and worse The longer thus we lye For war it self is but a Nurse To make us worse Come blessed peace we once again implore And let our pains be less or power more SONG XL. On the Kings Return 1. LOng have we waited for a happy End Of all our miseries and strif But still in vain the Sword-men did intend To make them hold for term of Life That our distempers might be made Their everlasting livelihood and trade 2. They entayle their Swords and Guns And pay which wounded more Upon their Daughters and their Sons Thereby to keep us ever poor 3. And when the Civil wars were past They civil Government envade To make our taxes and our slavery last Both to their titles and their trade 4. But now we are redeem'd from all By our Indulgent King Whose coming does prevent our fall With loyal and with joyful hearts we 'l sing Chorus Welcome welcome royal May Welcome long desired Spring Many Springs and Mays we 've seen Have brought forth what 's gay and green But none is like this glorious day Which brings forth our Gracious King SONG XLI A Catch LEt 's leave off our labour and now let 's go play For this is our time to be jolly Our plagues and our plaguers are both fled away To nourish our griefs is but folly He that won't drink and sing Is a Traytor to 's King And so 's he that does not look twenty years younger We 'l look blithe and trim With rejoycing at him That is the restorer and will be the Prolonger Of all our felicity and health The joy of our hearts and increase of our wealth 'T is he brings our trading our trading brings riches Our riches brings honours at which every mind itches And our riches bring Sack our Sack brings us joy And our joy makes us leap and sing Vive le Roy. SONG XLII For General Monk his entertainment at Cloath-workers-Hall 1. RIng Bells and let bone-fires out-blaze the Sun Let ecchoes contribute their voice Since now a happy settlement's begun Let all things tell how all good men rejoyce If these sad Lands by this Can but obtain the bliss Of their desired though abused peace We 'l never never more Run mad as we have heretofore To buy our ruine but all strife shall cease 2. The Cobler shall edifie us no more Nor shall in divinity set any stitches The women we will no more hear and adore That preach with their husbands for the breeches The Phanatical tribe That will not subscribe To the orders of Church and of State Shall be smother'd with the zeal Of their new common-weal And no man will mind what they prate Chorus We 'l eat and we 'l drink we 'l dance and we 'l sing The Roundheads Caveys no more shall be nam'd But all joyn together to make up the ring And rejoyce that the many-headed dragon is tam'd 'T is friendship and love that can save us and arm us And while we
all agree there is nothing can harm us SONG XLIII The Advice 1. HE that a happy life would lead In these dayes of distraction Let him listen to me and I will read A lecture without faction Let him want three things Whence misery springs All which do begin with a letter Let him bound his desires With what nature requires And with reason his humours fetter 2. Let not his Wealth prodigious grow For that breeds cares and dangers Makes him hated above and envyed below And a constant slave to strangers He is happiest of all Whose estate is but small Yet enough to delight and maintain him He may do he may say Having nothing to pay It will not quit costs to arraign him 3. Nor must he be clogg'd with a Wife For houshold cares incumber And do to one place confine a mans life ' Cause he can't remove his lumber They 're happiest by far Who unwedded are And forrage on all in common From all storms they can fly And if they should dy They ruine nor child nor woman 4. Nor let his brains o'rflow with wit That capers oâ—â—'s discretion 'T is costly to keep and 't is hard to get And 't is dangerous in the possession They are happiest men Who can scarce tell ten And beat not their brains about reason They may speak what will serve Themselves to preserve And their words are ne'r taken for treason 5. But of all fools there is none like the Wit For he takes pains to shew it When his pride or his drink work him into a fit Then straight he must be a Poet Then his Jests he flings Both at States and at Kings For Applause and for Bayes and Shadows Thinks a verse saves as well As a circle or a spell 'Till he rhithmes himself to the Barbadoes 6. He that within these bounds can live May baffle all disasters To Fortune and Fates commands he may give Which worldlings make their masters He may sing he may laugh He may dance he may quaff May be mad may be sad may be jolly He may sleep without care And wake without fear And laugh at the whole world and its folly BALLADS I. The Satyr of Money 1. IT is not the Silver or Gold of its self That makes men adore it but 't is for its power For no man does dote upon pelf because pelf But all court the Lady in hopes of her Dower The wonders that now in our daies we behold Done by th' irresistible power of Gold Our Love and our Zeal and Allegiance do mould 5. This purchaseth Kingdoms Kings Scepters Crowns Wins Battels and conquers the Conquerors bold Takes Bulwarks and Castles and Armies and Towns Our prime Laws are written in letters of Gold 'T is this that our Parliaments calls and creates Turns Kings into Keepers and Kingdoms to States And Peopledoms this into High-doms translates 3. This plots doth devise then discovers what th' are This makes the great folons the lesser condemn Sets those on the bench that should stand at the bar Who judge such as by right ought to execute them Gives the boystrous Clown his unsufferable pride Makeâ— Beggers and â—â—ols and usurpers to â—ide While ruin'd properties run by their side 4. Stamp either the arms of the State or the King St. George or the breeches C. R. or O. P. The Cross and the fiddle 't is all the same thing This still is the Queen who e're the King be This lines mens Religion builds doctrines and truth With zeal and the spirit the factious endu'th To club with St. Katherine or sweet sister Ruth 5. This made our black Senate to sit still so long To make themselves rich by making us poor This made our bold Army so daring and strong And that made them drive 'um like Geese out of door 'T was this made the Covenant-makers to make it And this made our Levites to make us to take it And this made both makers and takers forsake it 6. This spawn'd the dunghil crew of Committees and ' Strators Who lived by picking their Parliaments Gums This made and then prospered Rebels and Traytors And made Gentry of those that were the Nations scums This Herald gives arms not for merit but store Gives Coats unto such as did sell coats before If their nockers be lin'd but with Argent and Or. 7. 'T is this makes the Lawyer give judgment and pledd On this side or that side on both sides or neither This makes Yeomen Clerks that can scarce write or read And spawns arbitrary orders as various as the weather This makes the blew-lecturor pray preach and prate Without reason or truth against K. Church or State To shew the thin lyning of his twice-cover'd paâ—e 8. 'T is this that makes Earls Lords Knights Esquires Without breeding discent wit learning or merit Makes Ropers and Ale-drapers Sheriffs of Shires Whose trade 's not so low nor so base as their spirits This Justices makes and wise ones we know Furr'd Aldermen likewise and Mayors also Makes the old wife to trot and makes the Mare go 9. This makes the blew aprons write themselves worshipful And for this we stand bare and before 'um do fall They leave their young Heirs well fleeced with wool whom we 're to call Squires and they 're to pay all Who with beggarly souls though their bodies are gawdy Court the pale Chamber-maid and nick-name her a Lady And for want of discourse they do swear and talk baudy 10. For money mens lives may be purchas'd and sold 'T is money breaks laws and that mends 'um again Men venture their quiet and safety for gold When they won't stir a foot their rights to maintain This Doctors createth of Dunces and those Commanders that use to pollute their hose This buyes the spruce gallant his verse and his prose 11. This marriages makes 't is the centre of love It draws on the man and it pricks up the woman Birth vertue and parts no affection can move While this makes Lords bow to the brat of a Broom-man Gives vertue and beauty to the lass that you woe Makes women of all sorts and ages to do 'T is the soul of the world and the worldling too 12. This horses procures you and hawks hounds and hares 'T is this keeps your Groom and your Groom keeps your Geldings It buyes Citizens wives as well as their wares And makes your coy Ladies so coming and yielding This buyes us good Sack which revives like the spring This gives the poetical fancies their wing This makes you as merry as we that do sing 11. Upon a Sign-post set up at Skoale in Norfolk 1. DId none of you hear Of a wonder last year That through all Norfolk did ring Of an Inn and an Host With a Sign and a post That might hold God bless us the King 2. The building is great And very compleat But cann't be compar'd to the sign But within doors I think 's scarce a drop of good drink For
Johnsons sociable rules for the Apollo LEt none but Guests or Clubbers hither come Let Dunces Fools sad sor did men keep home Let learned civil merry men b'invited And modest too nor the choice Ladies sleighted Let nothing in the treat offend the Guests More for delight then cost prepare the feasts The Cook and Purvey'r must our palats know And none contend who shall sit high or low Our waiters must quick-sighted be and dumb And let the drawers quickly hear and come Let not our wine be mixt but brisk and neat Or else the dinkers may the Vintners beat And let our only emulation be Not drinking much but talking wittily Let it be voted lawful to stir up Each other with a moderate chirping cup Let none of us be mute or talk too much On serious things or sacred let 's not touch With sated heads and bellies Neither may Fidlers unask'd obtrude themselves to play With laughing leaping dancing jests and songs And what ere else to grateful mirth belongs Let 's celebrate our feasts And let us see That all our jests without reflection be Insipid Poems let no man rehearse Nor any be compell'd to write a verse All noise of vain disputes must be for born And let the lover in a corner mourn To fight and brawl like Hectors let none dare Glasses or windows break or hangings tare Who ere shall publish what 's here done or said From our Society must be banished Let none by drinking do or suffer harm And while we stay let us be alwaies warm LIV. Cromwell's Panegyrick upon his riding in triumph over the baffled City of L. SHall Presbyterian bells ring Cromwel's praise While we stand still and do no Trophies raise Unto his lasting name Then may we be Hung up like bells for our malignity Well may his Nose that is dominical 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'r his conquer'd King He is the Generals Cypher now and when He 's joyn'd to him he makes that one a Ten. The Kingdomes Saint England no more shall stir To cry St. Geooge but now St. Oliver He 's the Realms 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 ne'r shall fear While he 's their General the want of Beer No Wonder they wore Bayes his Brewing-fat Helicon-like makes Poets Laureat When Brains in those Castalian liquors swim We sing no Heathenisâ— Pean but an Hymn And that by th' Spirit too for who can chuse But sing Hosanna to his King of Jews Tremble you Scottish zealots you that han't Freed any Conscience from your Covenant That for those bald Appellatives of Cause Religion and the Fundamental Laws Have pull'd the old Episcopacy down And as the Miter so you 'll serve the Crown You that have made the Cap to th' Bonnet vail And make the Head a servant to the Tail And you curst spawn of Publicans that sit In every County as a plague to it That with your Yeomen Sequestrating Knaves Have made whole Counties beggarly 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 honours pull down heavens glory While you set up that Calf your Directory We shall no wicked Jews-ear'd Elders want This Army 's made of Churches Militant These are new Tribes of Levi for they be Clergy yet of no University Pull down your Crests for every bird shall gather From your usurping backs a stolen feather Your Great Lay-Levite P. whose Margent tires The patient Reader while he blots whole quires Nay reams with Treason and with Nonsence too To justifie what e'r you say or do Whose circumcised ears are hardly grown Ripe for another Persecution He must to Scotland for another pair For he will lose these if he tarry here Burges that Reverend Presby-dean of Pauls Must with his Poundage leave his Cure of Souls And into Scotland trot that he may pick Out of the Kirk and nick-nam'd Bishoprick And Will the Conquerour in a Scottish dance Must lead his running Army into France And that still-gaping Tophet Goldsmiths-Hall With all its Furies shall to ruine fall We 'll 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 oppressions are pull'd down And such a Government is like to be In Church and State as eye did never see Magicians think he 'll 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 loathing that house of clay Shall to another Kingdome march away Under some Barns-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 LV. A Record in Rhythme Being an Essay towards the Reformation of the Law offer'd to the Consideration of the Committee appointed for that purpose Written by some men of Law at a time when they had little else to do By A. B. London ss BE it remembred now that formerly To wit last Term o' th' holy Trinity Before the Keepers of the liberty Of England by the full authority Of the long Parliament at Westminster Priscilla Morecrave widow came by her Atturney M. B. and prefers I' th Court of Upper Bench a bill of hers Against one Roger Pricklove who doth lye A prisoner in the Marshalls Custody Et caetera and 't is upon a plea Of trespass on the Case Pledges there be To prosecute the suite to wit John Doe And Richard Roe And the said bill also Doth follow in these very words to wit In legal manner London Scilicet Declaration By M. B. Priscilla Morecrave Widow doth complain Of Roger Pricklove who doth now remain Prisoner to th' Marshal of the Marshalsie Of the said Keepers of the Liberty Of England by authority and power Of Parliament i' th' Bench superiour Before the same Keepers themselves that be For that to wit whereas the aforesaid she Priscilla Morecrave is a person just Honest and faithful one that never durst Give the least cause for to be thought unchast But hath liv'd ever modest and was grac't With godly education and demurely Behav'd her self and all her life most purely Hath with the zealous and precise consorted And free from all uncleanness was reported Who never was amongst the