like our Money come the most in play For being base and of a coarse allay The richest Medals and the purest Gold Of native value and exactest mold By worth conceal'd in private Closets shine For vulgar use too precious and too fine Whilst Tin and Copper with new stamping bright Coins of base Metal counterfeit and light Do all the business of the Nations turn Rais'd in Contempt us'd and employ'd in Scorn So shining Vertues are for Courts too bright Whose guilty Actions fly their searching light Rich in themselves disdaining to aspire Great without pomp they willingly retire Give place to Fools whose rash misjudging sence Increases the weak Measures of their Prince Prone to admire and flatter him in ease They study not his good but how to please They blindly and implicitly run on Nor see those dangers which the others shun Who slow to act each business duly weigh Advise with Freedom and with Care obey With Wisdom fatal to their Interest strive To make their Monarch lov'd and Nation thrive Such have no place where Priests and Women reign Who love fierce Drivers and a looser Rein. To the Haters of Popery by what Names or Titles soever dignified or distinguished THus 't was of old then Israel felt the rod When they obey'd their Kings and not their God When they went whoreing after other Loves To worship Idols in new planted Groves They made their Gods of Silver Wood and Stone And bow'd and worship't them when they had done And to compleat their sins in every way They made 'em things call'd Priests Priests did I say A Crew of Villains more prophane than they Hence sprung that Romish Crew first spawn'd in hell Who now in vice their Pedagogues excel Their Church consists of vicious Popes the rest Are whoring Nuns and bawdy Bugg'ring Priests A Noble Church dawb'd with Religious Paint Each Priest's a Stallion every Rogue 's a Saint Come you that Loath this Brood this murthering Crew Your Predecessors well their mercies knew Take courage now and be both bold and wise Stand for your Laws Religion Liberties You have the odds the Law is still your own They 're but your Traitors therefore pull 'em down They struck with fear for to destroy your Laws There raving mad you see they fix their paws Because from them they fear their fatal fall And by them Laws they know you 'll hang 'em all Then keep your Laws the Penal and the rest And give your Lives up e're you give the Test And thou great Church of England hold thy own Force you they may otherwise give up none Robbers and Thieves must count for what they 've done Let all thy mighty pillars now appear Zealous and brave void both of hate and fear That Popish Fops may grin lie cheat and whine And curse their Faith while all admire thine And thou Brave Oxford Cambridge and the rest Great Hough and Fairfax that durst beard the Beast Let all the Just with thanks record their name On standing Pillars of immortal fame Let God arise and his Enemies perish A New Song upon the Hogen Mogen's D' ye hear the News of the Dutch dear Frank Sutterkin Hogen Herring Van Dunk That they intend to play us a Prank Sutterkin Hogen Herring Van Dunk Van Dunk Hogen Mogen Hogen Mogen Sutterkin Hogen Herring Hogen Mogen Hogen Mogen c. But if they boldly dare come ashore Sutterkin c. Some may repent themselves full sore Sutterkin c. Hogen Mogen For the brave English Irish and Scotch Sutterkin c. Will in their Guts make such a hotch-potch Sutterkin c. Hogen Mogen c. Better they 'd stuck to the Herring Trade Sutterkin c. For in Pickle themselves shall be laid Sutterkin c. Hogen Mogen c. What though they have laid their Heads together Sutterkin c. No Orange can thrive if 't prove bad weather Sutterkin c. Hogen Mogen c. Wo be to them if Dartmouth the Great Sutterkin c. Should fall upon them with his whole Fleet Sutterkin c. Hogen Mogen c. Pass not Port Bay for fear it should Freeze Sutterkin c. For then I fack your Orange we 'll squeze Sutterkin c. Hogen Mogen c. To the King 's most Excellent Majesty The humble Address of the Master Poet Laureat and other the Catholick and Protestant Dissenters Rhymers with the rest of the fraternity of Minor Poets Inferior Versifiers and sometime of the Corporation of Parnassus sheweth THAT we your Majesties poor Slaves Your merry Beggers witty Knaves Being highly sensible how long A dull dry Prose addressing throng Has daily vext your Royal Ears With fulsom Speeches canting Prayers Unanimously think it better To Address your Majesty in Meeter GReat Sir your healing Declaration Hath cur'd a bare distemper'd Nation The godly hug it for the ease It gives to squeemish Consciences And by the Mamonists 't is made The great encouragement to Trade But we must reckon it in our Sense A gracious Poetick Licence 'T is your peculiar Excellency To Indulge Religion to a frenzy And our Religion is our fancy For which we judge 't will be a crime Not to present our thanks in time We wish all Subjects of our mind To pay like us our dues in kind That zealous Protestants would greet With Laws and Tests your Royal Feet That all would Sacrifice in course Their stubborn Consciences to yours That Academies would oppose On no pretence your Royal cause But quit the Oaths and Founders Laws And no more grudge your Souldiers Quarters That Corporations yield their Charters That Burrough Towns would chuse such Men That you shan't need send home agen That all fit Members take their Stations Such as Sir Roger and Sir Patience That your new Friends stand every where Of which we recommend one pair Honest Will Pen and Harry Care Dissenters will with all their Heart-a Vote for a Gospel Magna Charta Your Judges too will over awe The poor dead Letter of the Law Your high Commissioners from whom The obstinate receive their doom For trusty Catholicks make room Onely one trusty pair of th' Nation Would bind the power of Dispensation For which we 'll rate the Rogues agen With second part of Hind and Pan We 'll Rhyme 'em into better manners And make them lowr their Paper Banners Nor is it all that we will do We Sir will pray like Poets too May our great God Apollo bless you May June bless the budding Issue May you attempt no Enemies To skirmish with but Butter-flies Nor Eternize your martial Arms But in mock Seige and false Alarms May you live long see peacefull days May we live to sing your praise And after all may you inherit The Over-plus of the Saints merit To the King 's Most Excellent Majesty The Humble Address of the Atheists or the Sect of the Epicureans GREAT SIR SINCE Men of all Factions and Misperswasions of Religion have
A COLLECTION OF The Newest and Most Ingenious Poems Songs Catches c. AGAINST POPERY Relating to the Times Several of which never before Printed LONDON Printed in the Year MDCLXXXIX The CONTENTS THE Man of Honour occasioned by the Postscript of Pen ' s Letter To the Haters of Popery by what Names or Titles soever Dignified or Distinguished A New Song upon the Hogen Mogens The Poets Address to the King. To the King 's most Excellent Majesty The humble Address of the Atheists or the Sect of the Epicureans The Dream The Vision The Converts The Audience An Epistle to Mr. Dryden A Dialogue Over the Lord D r ' s Door A Lampoon Another Over the Lord S ry ' s Door To the Speaking-Head The Ghost A Dialogue between a Loyal Addressor and a blunt Whiggish Clown The Hieroglyphick To the respective Judges To Tyburn The Advice On the Q 's Conception A New Song A New Song of an Orange The Orange another Song Religious Reliques or the Sale at the Savoy upon the Jesuits breaking up their School and Chapel A Ballad To the Tune of Couragio Private Occurrences or the Transactions of the four last Years written in imitation of the old Ballad of Hey brave Oliver Ho brave Oliver c. Protestantism Reviv'd or the Persecuted Church Triumphing The Observator or the History of Hodge as reported by some from his siding with Noll and his scribling for Rome A New Protestant Letany The Laureat A View of the Religion of the Town or a Sunday-Mornings Ramble The Papists Examination on his Highness the Prince of Orange ' s Arrival in London A New Song on the Calling of a Free Parliament A New Song A New Catch A New Catch in praise of the Reverend Bishops The Farewell Tom Tyler or the Nurse The Explanation To the Tune of Hey Boys up go we A New Song on the Prince and Princess of Orange Packington ' s Pound The Man of Honour Occasion'd by the Postscript of Pen's Letter NOT all the Threats or Favours of a Crown A Prince's whisper or a Tyrant's frown Can aw the Spirit or allure the Mind Of him who to strict Honour is inclin'd Tho' all the pomp and pleasure that does wait On publick Places and affairs of State Shou'd fondly court him to be base and great With even passions and with settled face He wou'd remove the Harlots false embrace Tho' all the Storms and Tempests should arise That Church-Magicians in their Cells devise And from their settled Basis Nations tear He wou'd unmov'd the mighty ruin bear Secure in Innocence contemn 'em all And decently array'd in Honours fall For this brave Shrewsbury and Lumly's Name Shall stand the foremost in the List of Fame Who first with steady minds the Current broke And to the suppliant Monarch boldly spoke Great SIR renown'd for Constancy how just Have we obey'd the Crown and serv'd our Trust Espous'd your Cause and Interest in distress Your self must witness and our Foes confess Permit us then ill Fortune to accuse That you at last unhappy Counsels use And ask the only thing we must refuse Our Lives and Fortunes freely well expose Honour alone we cannot must not lose Honour that spark of the Celestial Fire That above Nature makes Mankind aspire Ennobles the rude passions of our frame With thirst of Glory and desire of Fame The richest Treasure of a generous breast That gives the Stamp and Standard to the rest Wit Strength and Courage are wild dangerous force Unless this softens and directs their Course And would you rob us of the Noblest part Accept a Sacrifice without a Heart 'T is much beneath the Greatness of a Throne To take the Casker when the Jewel 's gone Debauch our Principles corrupt our Race And teach the Nobles to be false and base What confidence can you in them repose Who e're they serve you all their value lose Who once enslave their Conscience to their Lust Have lost the Reins and can no more be just Of Honour Men at first like Women nice Raise Maiden-scruples at unpractis'd Vice Their modest Nature curbs the struggling flame And stifles what they wish to act with shame But once this Fence thrown down when they perceive That they may tast forbidden fruit and live They stop not here their course but safely in Grow strong luxuriant and bold in sin True to no Principles press forward still And onely bound by Appetite their Will Now fawn and flatter while this Tide prevails But shift with every veering blast their Sails Mark those that meanly truckle to your power They once deserted and chang'd sides before And would to morrow Mahomet adore On higher Springs true Men of Honour move Free is their Service and unbought their Love When danger calls and Honour leads the way With Joy they follow and with Pride obey When the rebellious Foe came rolling on And shook with gathering multitudes the Throne Where were the Minions then What arms what force Cou'd they oppose to stop the Torrent 's course Then Pembrook then the Nobles firmly stood Free of their Lives and lavish of their Blood But when your Orders to mean ends decline With the same Constancy they all resign Thus spake the Youth who open'd first the way And was the Phosphorus to the dawning day Follow'd by a more glorious splendid hoast Than any Age or any Realm can boast So great their fame so numerous the train To name were endless and to praise in vain But Herbert and great OXFORD merit more Bold is their flight and more sublime they soar So high their Vertue as yet wants a name Exceeding wonder and surpassing fame Rise glorious Church erect thy radiant head The Storm is past th' impending Tempest fled Had fate decreed thy Ruin or Disgrace It had not given such Sons so brave a Race When for Destruction Heaven a Realm designs The symptoms first appear in slavish Minds These Men would prop a sinking Nations weight Stop falling Vegeance and reverse even Fate Let other Nations boast their fruitful soil Their fragrant Spices their rich Wine and Oil In breathing Colours and in living Paint Let them excel their Mastery we grant But to instruct the Mind to arm the Soul With Virtue which no dangers can controll Exalt the Thought a speedy Courage lend That Horror cannot shake or Pleasure bend These are the English Arts these we profess To be the same in Misery and Success To teach Oppressors Law assist the good Relieve the wretched and subdue the proud Such are our Souls But what doth Worth avail When Kings commit to hungry Priests the Scale All Merit 's light when they dispose the weight Who either would embroil or rule the State. Defame those Hero's who their Yoke refuse And blast that Honesty they cannot use The strength and safety of the Crown destroy And the King's power against himself imploy Affront his Friends deprive him of the brave Bereft of these he must become their slave Men
presented their Thanks for your Majesty's gracious Declaration of Liberty of Conscience we think our selves obliged as Gentlemen to bring up the Reer and become Addressors too We are sure there is no Party of men more improved and advanced by your Indulgence both as to Principles and Proselytes of England And our Cabals are as full as your Royal Chappel for your unlimited Toleration has freed the Nation from the troublesome Bygottries of Religion and has taught men to conclude That there is nothing Sacred or Divine but Trade and Empire and nothing of such eternal Moment as Secular Interest Your Majesty's Universal Indulgence hath introduced such unanswerable Objections and happy Interences towards all Religion that many have given over the troublesome Enquiry after Truth and set down that easy Inference That all Religion is a Cheat. In particular we can never sufficiently Congratulate and Admire that generous Passage in your Majesty's gracious Declaration wherein you have Freed your People from the solemn Superstition of Oaths and especially from those slavish Ceremonious ones of Supremacy and Allegiance and are pleased to declare That you expect no more from your People than what they are obliged to by the Ancient Law of Nature and so have bravely given them leave to preserve and defend themselves according to the first Chapter of Nature's Magna Charta Your Majesty was pleased to wish That all your Subjects were of your own Religion and perhaps every Divisiou wishes you were of theirs But for our parts we freely declare That if ever we should be obliged to profess any Religion we would prefer the Church of Rome which does not much trouble the World with the Affairs of invisible Beings and is very Civil and Indulgent to the Failings of humane Nature That Church can ease us from the grave Fatigues of Religion and for our Moneys allow us Proxies both for Piety and Penances We can easily swallow and digest a Wafer Deity and Will never cavil at the Mass in an unknown Tongue when the Sacrifice it self is so unintelligible We shall never scruple the Adoration of an Image when the chiefest Religion is but Imagination And we are willing to allow the Pope an absolute Power to dispense with all Penal Laws in this World and in another But before we return to Rome the greatest Origin of Atheism we wish the Pope and all his Vassal Princes would free the World from the fear of Hell and Devils the Inquisition and Dragoons and that he would take off the Chimney-Money of Purgatory and Custom and Excise of Pardons and Indulgences which are so much inconsistent with the flourishing Trade and Grandeur of the Nation As for the Ingagements of Lives and Fortunes the common Complement of Addressees we confess we have a more peculiar Tenderness for those most sacred Concernments but yet we will hazard them in desence of your Majesty with as much Constancy and Resolution as your Majesty will defend your Indulgence that is so far as the Adventure will rerve our Designs and Interest From the Devil-Tavern the Fifth of November 1688. Presented by Justice Baldock and was graciously received The DREAM WEary'd with Business and with Cares opprest My Faculties were Doz'd and fond of rest An unusual heaviness did on me creep My Soul Indulg'd it yet I could not sleep Dreams short and frightful vext me all the Night I found I was betray'd and long'd for Light The first such Wonders brought within my view And when I wak'd I almost thought 'em true Me thought I saw great Julius sadly lie Bleeding from all his Wounds and Brutus by The ungrateful Brutus which he doted on With Meager Cassius pleas'd with what he had done Crying the World and Brutus are my own I nearer drew to view the Gastly Trunk But oh the Scene was chang'd Caesar was sunk 'T was Charles the Second which lay mangl'd there The Sacrificing-Tribe too did appear Brutus and Cassius Y k and Petre were Charles weeping grasp'd his Brother by the hand I heard him sighing say within my Land A faithful pious Mother thou wilt command Who in the utmost of Extremity When all but her and much upbraided I Wou'd from the Crown have quite excluded thee Preach'd up thy forfeit Title by our Laws And in thy Banishment maintain thy Cause Passive Obedience thee hast much in store But do not Urge it to thy utmost Power James to preserve Her most devoutly Swore Charles dy'd and James discharg'd his Oath next hour I saw the Priests flock in the Bishops out Saw Peters cram the Wafers down his Throat Tho' dead it sav'd the Heretick no doubt I saw him poorly bury'd in the Night A wretched Train and a more wretched Sight To me it seem'd a Funeral in Disguise For fear his Creditors shou'd his Body Seize I saw him shewn for two pence in a Chest Like Monk Old Harry Mary and the rest And if the Figure answer'd its intent In Ten years time 't would buy a Monument My Fancy brought me back again to Court Where only Fools Advise and Knaves Resort Our Kingdom 's Curse and other Nations Sport I heard the Jesuits in a grand Cabal Resolve to root out Heresie or fall Each his particular Opinion gave They cry'd an opportunity we have To Fetter Her who kept us long Her Slave Immediately they pitch'd upon a Rule How to suppress it by a forward Fool A Bawling Blund'ring Senseless Tool Whose Mouthing at White-Chappel first began Who regularly to his Greatness ran Thro' all the vile degrees of Treachery And now Usurps the Court of Equity He said if you wou'd bring the Clergy down Erect a Court-Commission from the Crown And for Dispencing Law let me alone They hugg'd their Bubble and the Deed was done Petre grew Fat and with Mandamus's Cancker'd the worthy Universities The Seats of Learning Black-heads might command Yet the King's Promise to the Church doth stand Next Liberty of Conscience was Ordain'd The Bishops for Contempt were then Arraign'd The Nobles and the Commons Closetted The Penal-Laws must be Abolished If you refuse your Principles are base Disloyal and you lose our Royal Grace And each that has Dependencies his Place Rochester fell the Loyal Herbert starv'd Each that forsook his God his Monarch serv'd Somerset lost his Troops and Shrowsbury Oxford was strip'd so Scarsdale Lumbley And many more too tedious to relate By whom in safety James thou now dost sit When thou perceiv'dst no comfort from this Wild Thy Dame immediately was quick with Child The Princess at the Bath when it was Born The Bishops in the Tower yet had he sworn The Church of England never should be wrong'd Upon this News the Hot-brain'd Papists throng'd I wak'd and as I on my Dream reflected My reasonable Notions thus projected O King I cry'd thy Measures run too fast And thou wilt find the Curse of it at last Why dost thou wrong thy Country shame thy Life To please false Priests and an ungrateful Wife A Wife