Rump, or, An exact collection of the choycest poems and songs relating to the late times by the most eminent wits from anno 1639 to anno 1661.

RUMP-SONGS . The First Part.

The ZEALOUS PURITAN . 1639. MY Brethren all attend , And list to my relation : This is the day , mark what I say , Tends to your renovation ; Stay not among the Wicked , Lest that with them you perish , But let us to New-England go , And the Pagan People cherish ; Then for the truths sake come along , come along , Leave this place of Superstition : Were it not for we , that the Brethren be , You would sink into Perdition . There you may teach our hymns , Without the Laws controulment : We need not fear , the Bishops there , Nor Spiritual-Courts inroulment ; Nay , the Surplice shall not fright us , Nor superstitious blindness ; Nor scandal-rise , when ●e disguise , And our Sister-kiss in kindness ; Then for the truths sake , &c. For Company I fear not , There goes my Cosin Hannah , And Ruben , so perswades to go My Cosin Joyce , Susanna . With Abigal and Faith , And Ruth , no doubt , comes after ; And Sarah kind , will not stay behind , My Cosin Constance Daughter ; Then for the truth , &c. Tom Tyler is prepared , And th' Smith as black as a coal ; Ralph Cobler too with us will go , For he regards his soul ; The Weaver , honest Simon , With Prudence , Jacobs Daughter , And Sarah , she , and Barbary Professeth to come after ; Then for the truth , &c. When we , that are elected , Arrive in that fair Country , Even by our faith , as the Brethren saith , We will not fear our entry ; The Psalms shall be our Musick , Our time spent in expounding , Which in our zeal we will reveal To the Brethrens joy abounding ; Then for the truths sake , &c.

Pyms Juncto ▪ 1640. TRuth I could chide you Friends , why , how so late ? My Watch speaks Eight and not one pin o' th State This day undone , can such remisnesse sit Your Active spirits , or my more Hellish wit ? The Sun each step he mounts to Heavens Crown , Whilst Pym commands , should see a Kingdome down ; Y 'ave spurs enough I 'me sure to make you run . HOPES guilty , FORTUNES crackt , and th' ILLS y 'ave done . Thus Whilome seated was Great James his Heir , Just , as you see me now , i th' Kingdoms Chair : There the Great Seal , there Richmond , Hertford sate , There Fristol●'s temperate pate , But there sate P●mbroke , life of Loyalty , There Holland , flower of Fidelity . We are no lesse then Charles in power and state , You are our Junctoes , who were his of late ; Here sits K — Holy Say , and Seal , With Whartor , Warwick , Brookes inspired zeal : Stro●d , Hampden , H — Has●●rigge , bold spirits , Bold Martin , Ludlow , Vain , unmatched wights , But their Church-Elder , Whites Religious beard , There sits Abomination Statists : Perd ▪ Charles wear at York thy Crown that pretty thing We must most humbly be at London King ▪ But what 's the businesse of the House this day , How speaks my note , Commissioners of Array , The nineteen Propositions to be scand A second time , M — Train-band , Letters from Tristram Whitcombe , and from Hull , From Amsterdam , the Admirall ; how full Of high concernments are we Sirs , advise How we most warily may weigh our prise : I do conceive it must be our first play , Be 't right or wrong , by Vote to damn th' Array , If ever that take footing and advance , Farewell Militia , and our Ordinance , But what will the appearance be ? yet stay , Who dares our leading Votes and Wills gainsay ? Should any haughty spirit presume so far , What serves the Tower for then , or the Bar ? But if we fear the businesse will not bend As may be most conducing to our end : By some feignd wile it must be our next Plot To put it off , and a new time alot , And just Jumpe for our turn : these Letters shall From Whitcombe , Hotham , or our Admirall , ( Though forg'd untruths ) be interpos'd and read , To spend the time , and maze the Peoples head ; If the next day we yet suspect to find Such whose just Conscience cannot be inclin'd To be made Vassals to our desperate sence , 'T is easie to procure a Conferrence , Which shall out-spin the leisure of the morn , Then we'●e resume the House , and so adjourn Till five at night , the moderate wearied thus , Will quit their seats and leave us , none but us ; There 's President for this , this was the feat That pluckt the Bishops from the Barons seat , This wrought good Orders , manag'd many a Vote , This Art must my Disciples learn by Rote . But if the Accommodation chance to spring Into debate , then your Artillery bring , And lay that flat , that cold : my Genius starts With fear to find i th' House two Loyal hearts ; Seem though we must teeth outwards to comply , And humbly kisse the feet of Majesty , Yet live we cannot , but obedience dead , Nor stand elsewhere but on the Kingdoms head ; Calmes proper are for guiltlesse sons of Peace , Our Vessels bear out best in storming Seas ; Charles must not reign secure whilst reigns a Pym , The Sun if it rise with us must set with him ; You have one pleasure which must be exprest To Leicester Pembroke , St — and your rest , Bid Essex , Percy , and your Quondam Grom O' th stool , to wait us in the Princes Room : Some of you subtilly may in Cottons walk , Sit and allure Affection by your talk , 'T will be a work worthy your nimble wit , To gain the Devil and us a Proselyte . So , to your businesse , yet ere you be gone Take my advice , then blessing light upon Your nimble Votes , and first be sure you shroud Your dark designs in a Religious Cloud , Gods Glory , Churches Good , Kings head Supreme , A Preaching Minister must be your T●eame ; Next structure of your Babel to be built , Must speciously be varnisht o're , and gilt With Liberty , Propriety of lives And fortunes , 'gainst th' high stretcht Prerogatives . And then a Speech or two most neatly spent , For Rights and Privilege of Parliament ; These two well mixt , you 're need no other lures To gain the People , and to make them yours . If Charles displeased , with some witty , tart Message ( and justly too ) shall make you start , Saying ye have put him to his Guard , be sure Ye then be loud enough , and first cry Whore , War rais'd against the Parliament , a great Hinderance of the Irish Ayde , and strong Abet Unto the Rebels : then if any thing You have may blast the Honour of the King , Be it had enough , no matter from what hand , Wee 'l Vote it true , and then to believe command ; But on your memories if I impose no more , You cannot misse your way when I 'me before : Rise Synna , Sylla , Marius , Gracchus Ghost , With the rest of the whole Mechanick Host , Romes greatest Earth-quakes , and this little trunck Make with your desperate Spirits deeply drunk , Up from your drousie urnes , the Ghost of those My Ancestors that Richard did depose , Drop fresh into my breast , my soul inspire , And strongly actuate me with your fire , That theirs thus mixt with my Malitious Gall , Mine may with theirs fully possesse you all . Go and exceed their Villanies as much more As theirs did all attempts that was before ; Act past example , that it may be known You copied no example but your own . And if in after times , when silently We sleep , another si●ebrand chance to be , 'T will be chief Crown and Glory unto him , To say he playd his Prancks like you and Pym.

Upon Mr. Pyms Picture . REader , behold the Counterfeit of him Who now controuls the Land ; Almighty Pym ▪ A man whom even the Devil to fear begins , And dares not trust him with succesless sins ; A man who now is wading through the Floud Of Reverend Lauds , and Noble Straffords Bloud , To strike so high as to put Bishops down , And in the Miter to controul the Crown ; The Wretch hath mighty thoughts , and entertains Some Glorious Mischief in his Active Brains , Where now he 's plotting to make England such As may out-vye the villany of the Dutch ; He dares not go to Heaven , 'cause he doth fear To meet ( and not pull down ) the Bishops there : Is it not strange , that in that Shuttle-head Three Kingdoms ruines should be buried ? Is it not strange there should be hatch't a Plot Which should out-doe the Treason of the Scot , And even the Malice of a Puritan ? Reader behold , and hate the poysonous man ; The Picture 's like him ; yet 't is very fit He adde one likeness more , that 's hang like it .

A Song . To the Tune of Blue Cappe for me . LEt Scots now return at Lesleys demand , How all the Affairs in the North-part do stand , And tell him the Parliament is fully agreed To send him good store of Mony with speed , To serve their occasions : thus say , they shall find For to come to passe , when the Devil is blind . Let all their Brethren be new circumcis'd , And Burton and — for Saints canonis'd , And at the Sacrament sit for their ease , And pray unto God , even just when they please , The Scots in despite shall please their own mind , And do what they please , when the Devil is blind . Next they will have in each City and Town All painted Glasse-windows to be pull'd down ; One Bell in a Church to call them away , It 's enough when the Spirit doth move them to pray , Without any Surplice or Tippet behind The Priest shall say Service , when the Devil is blind . Lastly , the Parliament in any case Will down with all Organs , for Piping is base ; No cringing below the Altar shall be , For that is a Trick of Idolatry : Now tell me good Scots , are not English-men kind , But when this comes to passe , say the Devil is blind .

Mr. Hampdens Speech against Peace at the close Committee . To the Tune of I went from England . BUt will you now to Peace incline , And languish in the Main design , And leave us in the lurch ? I would not Monarchy destroy , But only as the way to enjoy The ruine of the Church . Is not the Bishops Bill deny'd , And we still threatned to be try'd ? You see the King embraces Those Councellours he approv'd before : Nor doth he promise , which is more , That we shall have their Places . Did I for this bring in the Scot , ( For 't is no Secret new ) the Plot Was Sayes and mine together : Did I for this return again , And spend a Winter there in vain , I went more to invite them hither . Though more our Mony than our Cause Their Brotherly assistance draws , My labour was not lost . At my Return I brought you thence Necessity , their strong Pretence , And these shall quit the Cost . Did I for this my County bring To help their Knight against their King , And raise the first Sedition ? Though I the Business did decline , Yet I contriv'd the whole Design , And sent them their Petition . So many nights spent in the City In that invisible Committee ; The Wheele that governs all ; From thence the Change in Church and State , And all the Mischiefs bear the date From Haberdashers Hall . Did we force Ireland to despair , Upon the King to cast the War , To make the World abhor him : Because the Rebells us'd his Name , Though we our selves can do the same , While both alike were for him . Then the same Fire we kindled here With that , was given to quench it there , And wisely lost that Nation : To do as crafty Beggars use , To maim themselves thereby to abuse The simple mans compassion . Have I so often past between Windsor and VVestminster unseen , And did my self divide : To keep his Excellence in awe , And give the Parliament the Law , For they knew none beside . Did I for these take pains to teach Our zealous Ignorants to preach , And did their Lungs inspire , Read them their Text , shew'd them their Parts , And taught them all their little Arts , To fling abroad the Fire . Sometimes to begg , sometimes to threaten , And say the Cavaliers are beaten , And stroke the Peoples ears ; Then streight when Victory grows cheap , And will no more advance the heap , To raise the price of Fears . And now the Book , and now the Bells , And now the Act the Preachers tells To edifie the People ; All our Divinity is News , And we have made of equal use The Pulpit and the Steeple . And shall we kindle all this Flame , Onely to put it out again , And must we now give o're , And only end where we begun In vain this Mischief we have done , If we can do no more . If men in Peace can have their right , Where 's the Necessity to fight , That breaks both Law , the Oath ; They 'le say they fight not for the Cause , Nor to defend the King and Laws , But as against them both . Either the Cause at first was ill , Or being good it was so still ; And thence they will infer , That either now , or at the first They were deceiv'd ; or which is worse , That we our selves may erre . But Plague and Famine will come in , For they and we are near of kin , And cannot go asunder : But while the wicked starve , indeed The Saints have ready at their need Gods Providence and Plunder . Princes we are if we prevail , And Gallant Villains if we fail , When to our fame 't is told ; It will not be our last of prayse , Sin' a New State we could not raise To have destroy'd the old . Then let us stay and fight , and vote Till London is not worth a Groat ; Oh 't is a patient Beast : When we have gall'd and tyr'd the Mule , And can no longer have the rule , We 'le have the Spoyle at least .

A Song . To the Tune of The Queens old Souldier . TO make Charles a great King , and give him no Power , To Honour him much , and not obey him an Hower ; To provide for his Safety , and take away his Tower , And to prove all is sweet , be it never so sower . The new Order of the Land , & the Lands new Order . To secure men their Lives , Liberties and Estates By arbitrary Power , as it pleaseth the Fates To take away Taxes , by imposing great Rates , And to make us a Playster by breaking our Pates ▪ The new Order of the Land , & the Lands new Order . To sit and consult for ever and a day , To counterfeit Treason by a Parliamentary way , To quiet the Land by a tumultuous sway , New Plots to devise , then them to betray . The new Order , &c. To leave all Votes free by using of Force . That one make Petitions for Countie● by course , To make Pym as great as his Mothers great Horse , Which William left Agnus , though his meaning was worse . The new Order , &c. To encourage good Souldiers by cashiering the Band , To hearten brave Spirits by expelling the Land , To quit Digby and Deering , whom they can't understand To frame not new Laws , but new Words , if well scan'd . The new Order , &c. To put by brave Doctors , because th' are not taught , To set for Preachers men , very well wrought , Who all the day fish , but nothing ere caught ; This , Bretheren , were good , if not very naught . The new Order , &c. To send them their Zealots to Heaven in a string , Who else to Confusion Religion will bring , Who say the Lords Prayer is a Popish thing , Who pray for themselves , but leave out their King . The new Order of the Land , and the Lands new Order .

A Song . To the Tune of Cuckolds all a-row . KNow this my Brethren Heaven is clear , And all the clowds are gone , The righteous men shall flourish now Good dayes are comming on ; Come then my Brethren and be glad , And eke rejoyce with me , Lawn sleeves and Roc●ets shall go down , And hey then up go we . Wee 'l break the Windows which the Whore Of Babylon hath painted , And when the Popish Saints are down , Then Burges shall be Sainted ; There 's neither Crosse nor Crucifix shall stand for men to see , Romes trash and trumpery shall go down , And hey then up go we . What ere the Popish hands have built , Our Hammers shall undoe , Wee 'l break their Pipes , and burn their Copes , And pull down Churches too : Wee 'l exercise within the Groves , And teach beneath a Tree , Wee 'l make a Pulpit of a Cask , And hey then up go we . Wee 'l down with all the Versities , Where Learning is profest , Because they practice and maintain The language of the Beast ; Wee 'l drive the Doctors out of doors , And parts what ere they be ; Wee 'l cry all Arts and Learning down And hey then up go we . Wee 'l down with Deans and Prebends too , And I rejoyce to tell ye How that we will eat Pigs our fill , And Capon by the belly ; Wee 'l burn the Fathers Learned Books , And make the School-men flee ; Wee 'l down with all that smells of wit , And hey then up go we . If once the Antichristian crew Be crush'd and overthrown , Wee 'l teach the Nobles how to stoop , And keep the Gentry down : Good manners have an ill report , And turns to pride we see , Wee 'l therefore cry good manners down , And hey then up go we . The name of Lords shall be abhorr'd , for every man 's a Brother , No reason why in Church and State One man should rule another . But when the Change of Government Shall set our fingers free . Wee 'l make the wanton Sisters stoop , And hey then up go we . What though the King and Parliament Do not accord together , We have more cause to be content , This is our Sun-shine weather ; For if that reason should take place , And they should once agree , Who would be in a Round-heads case ? And hey then up go we . What should we do then in this case , Let 's put it to a venture , If that we hold out seven years space , Wee 'l sue out our indenture . A time may come to make us rue , And time may set us free , Except the Gallows claim his due , And hey then up go we .

The Humble Petition of the House of Commons . IF Charles thou wilt but be so kind To give us leave to take our mind , Of all thy store . When we thy Loyal Subjects , find Th' ast nothing left to give behind , Wee 'l ask no more : First , for Religion , it is meet We make it go upon new feet , 'T was lame before : One from Geneva would be sweet , Let Warwick fetch 't home with his Fleet , Wee 'll ask no more . Let us a Consultation call Of Honest men , but Round-heads all , God knows wherefore ; Allow them but a place 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 Po●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 Monster Did strait beget a Rout : This Rout begat a Parliament , As Charles he well remembers , The Parliament got Monsters too , The which begot Five Members . The Members Five did then beget Most of the House of Peers , The Peers mis-understandings got All Jealousies and Fears ; The Jealousies got Horse and Men , Lest Warrs should have abounded , And I dare say this Horse got Pym , And he begot a Round-head . The Round-head got a Citizen , That great Tax-bearing Mule , The Mule begot a Parliament Asse , And he begot a Fool : Some say the Fool got Warwick , And Rich gave him his whole Land , In zeal Lord Rich got God knows who , And God knows who got H — This H — Surplices got down , And those Church Rites that were , He hath Petitions enough each day , No need of the Lords Prayer : But it 's no wonder that 's cry'd down , And that indeed the rather , Cause Pym and he two Bastards are , And dare not say , Our Father . Now since this is the chiefest thing , Hath got this great division , Which London for to reconcile , Hath got this great Munition : The City hath now been refin'd , From all her Drosse and Pelf , They 're now about for to new mold , And Coyn the Common-wealth .

To those who desire no Peace . SHould all those various Gales , whose titles are layn Enrol'd within the Pilots Register , Break from their drowsie Dens , where they have Bound up in slumbers , and invade the Main , They could not raise a storm like that which they Raise in the Common-wealth , who would betray Our Peace to Civil War , in which the State Must bleed it self to death , and have the fate , After its stock of life is spent , to lye Buried i' th Rubbish of an Anarchy . Should Ravens , Bats , and the shrill Owl conspire To twist their Notes into a General Quire , And chuse the Mandrake for the Chaunter , they Could not shrill forth such an ill-boding lay , Or strains so Jarring , as do those whose throats Warble the clamorous and untunefull Notes Of Blood and Death , some whirle-wind , Sirs , has ta'en Its Lodging up in the Fanatick brain Of these bold sons of tumult , I dare say They moulded were of some distemper'd Clay , Which from its Centre was by Earth-quake torn , A Tempest shook the world when they were born ; Sure from its Sphere the Element of Fire Is dropt , and does their bosomes now inspire , The flame lockt up in bold Ravillacks urne , Is snatcht from thence , and in their hearts does burn . Night , open thy black wombe , and let out all Thy dreadfull furies , yet these furies shall Not chill my heart with any fear , since day Has furies shewn , blacker by far then they . Let Vaux now sleep untill the day of Doom , Open his eyes , forgotten in his Tomb , Let none revile his dust , his Name shall be Extirpated from every History , To yield a room for others , for 't is fit Their Names in place of his should now be writ , Who think that no Religion can be good , Unlesse 't be writ in Characters of Blood , No marvail if the Rubrick then must be Blotted from out the Sacred Liturgie , And those red Letters now no more be known , They 'le have no other Rubrick but their own . But shall they thus impetuously roule on , And meet not any Malediction ? Yes sure , may sleep , that milde and gentle balme , Which all unkind distempers does becalme , Be unto them a torture , may their Dreams Be all of Murders , Rapes , and such like Theams ; And when they 're spent , may Wolves approach and howle , To break their slumbers ; may the Bat and Owle , Before their Gates , to usher in the dayes Unwellcome light , stretch out their direfull layes ; 'Mongst their disordered humors , may there be A deadly Feud , and fatal mutiny ; May sudden flames their houses melt away , And Feavers burn their houses too of Clay ; May all their faculties and sences be Astonisht by some drousie Lethargie , That there may be allow'd them only sence Enough to feel the pangs of Conscience , Griping their souls , that they who thought it sin To have peace without , may have no peace within

The French Report . ME have of late been in England Vere me have seen much sport , De raising of de Parliament , Have quite pull'd down de Court , De King and Queen dey seperate , And rule in Ignorance , Pray judge ye Gentlemen , if dis Be a la mode de France : A vise man dere is like a Ship Dat strikes upon de shelves , Dey Prison all , Behead and Whip All viser den demselves , Dey send out men to fetch deyr King , Who may come home perchance , Oh fye , fye , fye , it is be Gar Not a la mode de France . Dey raise deyr Valiant Prentices , To guard deyr Cause with Clubs , Dey root deyr Bishops out of doors , And Presh demselves in Tubs , De Cobler and de Tinker too , Dey will in time advance , Pox take dem all , it is ( Mort Dieu ) Not a la mode de France . Instead of bowing to deyr King , Dey vex him with Epistles , Dey furnish all deyr Souldiers out With Bodkins , Spoons , and Whistles , Dey bring deyr Gold and Silver in , De Brownists to advance , But if dey be cheat of it all , 'T iz a la mode de France . But if when all deyr wealth is gone , Dey turn unto deyr King , Dey will make all amends again , Den merrily we will sing , VIVE LE ROY , VIVE LE ROY , Vee'le Sing , Carouse and Dance , De English men have done for t Bon , And a la mode de France .

A Loyal Subjects Oath . THis is my Oath , for ever to despise , With heart and soul and all my Faculties The Kings proud foes , and with my life subdue All that to his Sacred Majesty are not true , To execute his Precepts with my Blood , So far as Conscience dictates it is good ; To make my body a Bullwark 'gainst his foes , And to maintain his red and whitest Rose , Venture Life and Living , Sword and Muse , Still to uphold the Glorious Flower-de-luce : To be the same to Prince , and Duke of York , Or for a cursed Jew that eats no Pork , Let me be Cursed , and receive the Curse Hangs over Pym , and Hotham , and a worse I cannot wish , he that denyes this Oath , Let these , and my Curse , light upon them both .

Short and Sweet . WIse men suffer , good men grieve , Knaves devise , and Fools believe , Help , O Lord , send ayd unto us , Else Knaves and Fools will quite undoe us .

To the City of London . TEll me Cittz . what ye lack , That the Knaves of the Pack Ye do not see forth comming , Love ye Treason so well , That ye neither buy nor sell , But keep a noise with your Drumming . What is 't that you guard , With your double watch and ward , Your own wares , or your wises things , If down come the Blades , Then down go the Trades , They 'll not leave a dead or a live thing . What doth your profit say , When shall we see the day , That money shall be paid in , Great Strafford he is dead , Ye have cut off his bead , And the Bishops all are laid in . And yet you grow poor , As any 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 Jea● , Not personate King Pym with his State-flear ; Aspiring Cataline shall be forgot , Bloody Se●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 ; No● yet the Grave advice of learned Pym , Make a Malignant , and then Plunder him . All these and such like actions as may ma● 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 ; the● 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 Heroē 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 , O● 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 ●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 swi●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 disp●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 lea●s you most By too m●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 Love-verse , give me your Prose , I wish each Verse to make delay , Had turn'd lame Scazon by the way , I read a Hell in every line Of your Polluted Fescennine ; Your Verses stunk ; to keep 'em sweet You should have put Socks on their Feet . And that the Answer which I shall Now write , may be Methodicall , I 'le briefly make ( 't is not amiss ) An Anacephalaeosis . And first I look'd for Nestor ; when Mere Cupid trickl'd from your Pen , Who was your Father , you make proof By your Colt's tooth , though not your hoof , She that was great with you , you hold Did not lye in , but was with fole'd . I wonder one so old , so grave Should yet such Youth , such Lightnesse have ; Of the Five Members you alone Shall be esteem'd the Privy One , Who ( like the Gnosticks ) preach your Text , Increase and Multiply , and next Convincing Doctrines you deduce , Put out the Lights , and make Use . You say I am a Maid exceeding Apt to be taught by you good breeding . But where there 's breeding , it is said There 's none , unlesse a broken Maid Turn Papist , ( Stallion ) they 'le dispence With Whoredom , by an Indulgence , Turn Fryer , that thou mayst be free At once with a whole Nunnery , There 't will be vertue to ride on The Purple Whore of Babylon . Thou mayst as soon turn Turk , as King , And that , O that 's the tempting thing That thou mayst glut thy Appetite With a Seraglio of Delight . I am no Proserpine , that thus I should desire an Incubus : But you must vote ( if Me you 'le win ) No Fornication to be Sin , You say the House takes it not well The King 'gainst Rebells should Rebell ; And that 's the reason why you stand To be Dictator of the Land , Which mov'd me to a mighty toyle Of getting Vardygrease and Oyle . 'Cause such Itch-Med'cine is a thing That 's fittest to anoint you King . You say youl 'd undertake and do Wonders , would I undergo you , For my sake you would Cobler play , Your Trade should be to underlay , For Me you 'd your chiefest blood , Pray spend it on the Sisterhood , You wish to dye in those great Fights Of Venus , where each Wound delights , And should I once to Heaven take wing , Youl 'd follow me , though in a string ; Thank you ( good Sir ) it is our Will You your last Promise doe fulfill ; There 's nothing spoke that pleaseth us Like your ( In funes Cedulus ) Next come those idle Twittle-twats , Which calls me many God-knows-whats , As hallowed , beautifull , and faire , Supple and kind , and Debonaire . You talk of Women that did wooe , When I am mad I 'le do so too ; Then that my Father may not spye The coupling of you and I , He shall be guiltlesly detected , As a true Subject ill-affected , And so the Protestant shall lye In Goal for fear of Popery . ( From hence it is that every Town , Almost is now a Prison grown , Where Loyalty lies fetter'd , then You do commit more sins then men . ) But those your words I have thought best , Should punisht be by being prest ; And that this Body Politick May then be well , which now lyes sick , May the Greek Π , that fatal Tree , This Spring bear all such fruit as thee .

The Penitent Traytor . The Humble Petition of a Devonshire Gentleman who was Condemned for TREASON , and Executed for the same , An. 1641. To the Tune of Fortune my Foe , &c. ATtend good Christian People to my story , A sadder yet was never brought before ye ; Let each man learn here like a good Disciple , To shun foul Treason , and the tree that 's Triple . Long time I liv'd in the Country next to Cornwall , And there my Children were both breed and born all , Great was my Credit , as my debts did speak , And now I 'le shew you why my neck must break . There being a Parliament called in September , I was for th' Commons an Elected Member , And though there were besides above four hundred Yet I at last was for the fifth part numbred . For first , I joyn'd with some whom Piety Made Knaves , lest such their Fathers prov'd should be ; Their Ignorance to sin enjoyned many Voyces , Which made bad Speeches , but Excellent Noyses . Thus by my faction the whole House was sway'd , All sorts of people flockt to me for Ayd ; They brought me Gold and Plate in Huggar Muggar , Besides eight hundred pounds worth in Loaf-sugar . What e're the Grievance was , I did advise They should Petitions bring in Humble wise , Which I did frame my self , & thus did rook them , They paid me when I gave , and when I took them . By this I gained , and by the Money-Pole , Which paid my debts , 10000 pounds i' th whole , My Childrens Portions too , with much content , I paid in State , by Acts of Parliament . Thus though I make all Jesuits fly the Nation , My self did practise much Equivocation , For oft I Vow'd the Common-wealth as honey Was sweet to me , but I , by wealth , meant money . And lest my Plots should after be unmasked , And how I got such Wealth , chance to be asked , I cast about how I might gain such power , As might from Justice safely me secure . Then first I labour'd to divest the Crown , Of all Prerogatives , and bring them down ; First , to both Houses , and then but one should have them , Five Members next , and last my self would have them Because I knew the State would not admit Such Change , unlesse the Church did Usher it , I left the old Religion for advantage , Endeavouring to set up one that did want age . Which when all Learned Levites did withstand , ( Regarding Gods Word more then my command ) I such supprest , and made ( for which I woe am ) The basest people Priests , like Jeroboam . Then each profession sent out Teachers , moe Then both the Universities could doe , To handle a Text the Good-wifes fingers itches , And vows she 'll preach with her Husband for the Breeches . By this new Godly lives but few did gain , The rest for want of Trading they complain , I told them 't was a wicked Counsellors plot , And till his head went off , their wares would not : This Great mans guilt was Loyalty and Wisdom , Which made me cast about to work his Doom ; The Sword of Justice was too short to do 't , 2000. Clubs must therefore jerk it out . He being knockt down , some others for the like Crime , Were sent to Prison , some escapt in time ; Thus Law and Equity in awe was kept here , And Clubs were taught how to controul the Scepter , We took from th' Upper-house Votes five times five , And they aym'd all the Kings Voyce Negative , Which to effect we did an Order make , That what he would not give , our selves would take . Then we petition'd that the Forts and Towers , And all the strength o' th Kingdom might be ours , And thus to save the King from Soveraign dangers , As if he had better Fall by Us than Strangers . Whilst he denyes they Legally are stay'd on By a ●aw call'd , Resolv'd upon the Question , But still his Chief strength was above our Arts , His righteous Cause , and loyal Subjects hearts . Being Arm'd with these , by Heaven he was so blest , That he soon honour Got , and all the rest , Bringing all such to punishment endignant , As were of my Contrived part , Malignant . O Tyburn , Tyburn ; O thou sad Tryangle , A vyler weight on thee nee'r yet did dangle , See here I am at last with Hemp to mew , To give thee what was long before thy due . How could I bless thee , could'st thee take away My Life and Infamy both in one day ; But this in Ballads will survive I know , Sung to that preaching tune , Fortune my Foe . Then mark good Christian people , and take heed , Use not Religion for an upper weed , Serve God sincerely , touch not his Anointed , And then your Necks shall never be disjoynted . God bless the King , the Queen , and all the Children , ( And pardon me all , that I 'gainst them have ill done ) May one of that brave Race still rule this Nation , And now I pray you sing the Lamentation .

The Passage of a Coach travelling to Dover . THe Foundation of the Coach , a Guilty Conscience . The Axeltree , Ambition and Cruelty . The Wheels , Fears and Jealousies . The Reins , too much liberty and licentiousness . The six Horses , five Members and K — The Postillion , Captain Venne . The Coach-man , Isaac Pennington Lord Maior :

In the two ends of the Coach sate Essex and B—In the Boots sate Say and Seal , and the silent Speaker . On the hinder part of the Coach was written this Anagram .

Robert Devereux General . Never duller Oxe greater Rebel .

After the Coach follows Straffords Ghost , crying , Drive on , drive on , Revenge , revenge .

As this Coach was going through the City it was staid by a Court of Guard , who cry'd , Where 's our Mony ? where 's our Plate ? the Speaker said , Ye have the Publick Faith for 't . Whereupon they passed towards Gravesend , where they stayed at the Sign of the Hope , where was the Earl of Warwick , with a Ship called the Carry-Knave .

The Five Members Thanks to the Parliament . NOw tend your ear a while To a tale that I shall tell , Of a lusty lively Parliament That goes on passing well . Which makes our Gratious King , a King Of so much worth and glory , His like is not to be seen or found In any Humane Story . Win him who knows how many Crowns , With losse of two or three , Within so short a time as this , As Wonder is to see , The Country eas'd , the City pleas'd , O what a World is this ! When upright men did stand at Helme , How can we fail or miss ? And yet beyond all this , the King Doth in abundance swim , Gramercy K — and Stroud say I , Haslerigge , H — Hampden , Pym. And when as our Church Government Was fallen into Disorders , As that upon Grosse Popery It seemed somewhat to border . So sweet a Course is taken now , As no man need to fear , For Bishops learn'd , and Learned men Have nothing to do here : But every one shall teach and preach , As best beseems his Sense : And so we 'll banish Popery , And send it packing hence : Now for that happy Church and State , Drest up so fine and trym : Gramercy K — and Stroud say I , Haslerigg , H — Hampden , Pym. For Arbitrary Government , Star-Chamber , High Commission , They will themselves do all that Work , By their good Kings permission . If any else presume to do 't , They weigh it not a straw : They 'll club such sawcy Fellows down , As Beasts debarr'd of Law . And let no Wights henceforth presume To hold it Rime or Reason , That Judges shall determine what Is Felony or Treason : But what the Worthies say is so , Is Treason to award , Albeit in Councel only spoke , And at the Councel-board . I 'le shew you yet another thing , Which you 'll rejoyce to see , The Prince and People know that these Men cannot Traytors be . Then let our King , our Church and State Acknowledge as is due , The Benefits they do receive From this right Divine crue . And for this Sea of Liberty , Wherein we yet do swim , Gramercy K — and Stroud say I , Haslerigg , H — Hampden , Pym.

Upon the Parliament Fart . DOwn came Grave Antient Sir John Crooke , And read his Messuage in a Book ; Very well quoth Will . Norris , it is so , But Mr. Pym's Tayle cry'd No. Fye quoth Alderman Atkins I like not this passage , To have a Fart inter voluntary in the midst of a Message . Then upstarts one fuller of Devotion Than Eloquence , and said , a very ill Motion . Not so neither quoth Sir Henry Jenking , The Motion was good but for the stinking . Quoth Sir Henry Poole 't was an audacious trick To fart in the face of the Body Politick . Sir Jerome in Folio swore by the Mass This Fart was enough to have blown a Glass : Quoth then Sir Jerome the Lesser , such an Abuse Was never offer'd in Poland nor Pruce . Quoth Sir Richard Houghton , a Justice i' th Quorum Would tak 't in snuff to have a Fart let before him . If it would bear an Action quoth Sir Thomas Holecraft I would make of this Fart a Bolt or a Shaft . Then qd. Sir John Moor to his great Commendation I will speak to this House in my wonted fashion . Now surely sayes he , For as much as , How be it , This Fart to the Serjeant we must commit . No quoth the Serjeant , low bending his Knees , Farts oft will break Prisons , but never pay Fees . Besides , this Motion with small reason stands , To charge me with that I can't keep in my hands . Quoth Sir Walter Cope 't was so readily let , I would it were sweet enough for my Cabinet . Why then Sir Walter ( quoth Sir William Fleetwood ) Speak no more of it , but bury it with Sweetwood ; Grave Senate , quoth Duncombe , upon my salvation , This Fart stands in need of some great Reformation ; Quoth Mr. Cartwright , upon my Conscience It would be reformed with a little Frankencense ; Quoth Sir Roger Aston it would much mend the matter , If this Fart were shaven , and washt in Rosewater ; Per verbum Principis , how dare I tell it , A Fart by hear-say , and not see it , nor smell it . I am glad qd. Sam: Lewknor we have found a thing , That no Tale-bearer can carry it the King , Such a Fart as this was never seen Quoth the learned Council of the Queen , Yes quoth Sir Hugh Breston the like hath been Let in a dance before the Queen , Then said Mr. Peak I have a President in store His Father Farted last Sessions before , A Bill must be drawn then , quoth Sir John Bennet , Or a selected Committee quickly to pen it , Why quoth Dr. Crompton no man can draw This Fart within Compass of the Civil-Law , Quoth Mr. Jones by the Law't may be done Being a Fart intayld from Father to Sonne , In truth quoth Mr. Brooke , this Speech was no lye This Fart was one of your Post-Nati Quoth Sir William Paddy a dare-assuram Though t were contra modestum : 't is not prater naturam , Besides by the Aphorismes of my art Had he not been deliver'd , h 'ad been sick of a Fart ; Then quoth the Recorder , the mouth of the City , To have smother'd that Fart had been great pity , It is much certain quoth Sir Humphrey Bentwizle , That a Round-fart is better then a stinking fiezle : Have patience Gentlemen , quoth Sir Francis Bacon There 's none of us all but may be mistaken ; Why right , quoth the great Attorney I confesse , The Eccho of ones — is remedilesse .

The old Earle of Bristol's Verses on an Accommodation . THe Parliament cryes Arme , the King sayes No , The New Lieutenants cry Come on , let 's go ; The Citizens and Roundheads cryes So , so ; The People all amaz'd cryes Where 's the Foe ; The Scots that stand behind the Door cryes Boe , Peace , Stay awhile and you shall know : The King stands still faster than they can go . If that the King by force of Armes prevail , He is invited to a Tyranny ; If that by power of Parliament he fail , We heap continual Warre on our Posterity . Then he that is not for Accommodation , Loves neither God , nor Church , nor King , nor Nation .

The Rump's Hypocricy WE fasted first , then pray'd that War might cease , When Praying would not serve , we paid for Peace ; And glad we had it so , and gave God thanks , Which made the Irish play the Scotish Pranks . Is there no God ? let 's put it to a Vote ; Is there no Church ? some Fools say so by rote ; Is there no King , but Pym , for to assent What shall be done by Act of Parliament ? No God , no Church , no King , then all were well , If they could but Enact there were no Hell .

The Parliaments Hymnes . O Lord preserve the Parliament , And send them long to reign , From three years end , to three years end , And so to three again . Let neither King nor Bishops , Lord , Whilst they shall be alive , Have power to rebuke thy Saints , Nor hurt the Members five . For they be good and godly men , No sinfull path they tread ; They now are putting Bishops down , And setting up Round-head . From Holdsworth , Bromrigge , and old Shute , Those able learned Scholars , Good Lord deliver us with speed , And all our zealous Followers . From Fielding and from Vavasour , Both ill affected men ; From Lunsford eke deliver us , That eateth up Children . Thy holy Burton , Bastwick , — Lord keep them in thy Bosome ; Eke him that hath kept out the King , Worshipfull Sir John Hotham . Put down the King and Hartford , Lord , And keep them down for aye ; Thy chosen Pym set up on high , And eke the good Lord Say . For Warwick wee beseech thee Lord , Be thou his strong defence , Holland , Brooks , and S — shield , And eke his Oxcellence . For B — and K — to That are both wise and stout , Who have rebuk'd the King of late , And his ungodly Rout. Once more we pray for Parliament , That they may sit secure , And may their Consultations , From Age to Age endure . Let all the Godly say Amen , And let them Praises sing To God and to the Parliament , And all that hate the King .

The Round-heads Race . I Will not say for the Worlds store , The World 's now drunk , ( for did I ) The Faction which now reigns would roare , But I will swear 't is giddy . And all are prone to this same Fit , That it their Object make , For every thing runs Round in it , And no form else will take . To the Round-Nose Peculiar is The Ruby and the Rose ; The Round-lip gets away the Kisse , And that by Favour goes . The Round-beard for Talke of State , Carry it at the Club ; The Round-Robin by a like fate Is Victor in the Tubb . Hanworths Round-block speak pollicy , The Round-hose Riches draw . The Round-heads for the Gospell bee The Round Copes for the Law . Tom his Round Garbe so rules all o're , The pox take him for mee That e're lookes for square dealing more , And hears an health to thee .

On the Queens Departure . UP , up wrong'd Charls his friends , what can you be Thus Mantled In a stupid Lethargie , When all the world 's in Arms ? and can there be Armies of Fears abroad and none with thee ? Breath out your souls in sighs , melt into tears , And let your griefs be equal to your fears ; The Sphaeres are all a jarring , and their jarres Seems counter-like to Calculate the Starres ; The Inferior Orbes aspire , and do disdain To move at all , unlesse they may attain The highest Room , our Occedentall Sunne Eclips'd by Starres , forsakes his Horizon , Bright Cinthia too ( they say ) hath hid her face As 't were Impatient of her Sol's disgrace ; And our fears tell us , that unlesse the Sunne Lend us his beams again , the World will run Into another Chaos , where will be Nought but the cursed Fruits of Anarchie ; Sedition , Murder , Rapine , and what 's worse None to Implore for Aid ; Oh , here 's the Curse , But stay ye Starres , what will ye wish to bee ? More Sunns then one will prove a Prodigie : To afright the Amazed World , will ye be-night That glorious Lamp , that Fountain of all light , Will none but Sol's own Chaire , please your desire ? Take heed bold Stars you 'le set the world on fire .

Pyms Anarchy . ASk me no more , why there appears Dayly such troopes of Dragooners ? Since it is requisite , you know ; They rob cum privilegio . Ask me no more , why th' Gaole confines Our Hierarchy of best divines ? Since some in Parliament agree T is for the Subjects Liberty . Ask me no more , why from Blackwall Great tumults come into Whitehall ? Since it 's allow'd , by free consent , The Priviledge of Parliament . Ask me not , why to London comes So many Musquets , Pikes and Drums ? Although you fear they 'll never cease ; 'T is to protect the Kingdoms peace . Ask me no more , why little Finch From Parliament began to winch ? Since such as dare to hawk at Kings Can easie clip a Finches wings . Ask me no more , why Strafford's dead , And why they aim'd so at his head ? Faith , all the reason I can give , 'T is thought he was too wise to live . Ask me no more , where 's all the Plate , Brought in at such an easie rate ? They will it back to th' Owners bring In case it fall not to the King . Ask me not why the House delights Not in our two wise Kentish Knights ? There Counsell never was thought good , Because it was not understood . Ask me no more , why Lesley goes To seize all rich men as his foes ? Whilst Country Farmers sigh and sob , Yeomen may beg when Kings do rob . Ask me no more , by what strange sight Londons Lord Maior was made a Knight ? Since there 's a strength , not very far , Hath as much power to make as mar . Ask me no more , why in this Age I sing so sharp without a Cage ? My answer is , I need not fear Since England doth the burden bear . Ask me no more , for I grow dull , Why Hotham kept the Town of Hull ? This answer I in brief do sing , All things were thus when Pym was K —

To my Lord B. of S. he being at York . My Lord , WHen you were last at London 't was our fear , Lest the same Rout which threatned Majesty , Might strike at you : 't is but the same Career To aime at Crowns , and at the Miter fly . For still the Scepter and the Crosier staffe Together fall , 'cause they 're together safe : Yet while the sence of Tumults deepest grow , And presse in us , no doubts in you arise ; There still dwelt calm and quiet in your Brow , As our Distractions were your Exercise : And taught us , all assaults , all Il●s to beare , Is not to fly from Danger , but from Fear . That Courage waits you still , some merely rode From Tumults and the Peoples frantick Rage , Counting their safety by their far abode , And so grew safer still at the next Stage : But 't is not space that shelters you , the rest Secure themselves by Miles , you by your Breast . And now my Lord , since you have London left , Where Merchants wives dine cheap , & as cheap sup , Where Fools themselves have of their Plate bereft , And sigh and drink in the course Pewter cup. Where 's not a Silver Spoon left , not that giv'n than When the first Cockney was made Christian. No not a Bodkin , Pincase , all they send Or carry all , what ever they can happe on , Ev'n to the pretty Pick Tooth , whose each end Oft purg'd the Relicks of continual Capon . Nothing must stay behind , nothing must tarry , No not the Ring by which dear Joan took Harry . But now no City-Villain , though he were Free of a Trade and Treason , dares intrude , No sawcy Prentises assault you there , Engag'd by their Indentures to be rude : Whom for the two first years their Masters use Onely to cry down Bishops , and cleanse Shooes . There as in silent Orbes you may ride on , And as in Charles his Wain move without jarres , Your Coach will seem your Constellation , Not drawn about by Horses , but by Stars . Till seated near the Northern Pole , wee thence Judge your seat Sphear , you its Intelligence .

An Elegie on the Most Reverend Father in God William , Lord Archbishop of CANTERBURY . Attached the 18. of December , 1640. Beheaded the 10. of January , 1644. Most Reverend Martyr , THou , since thy thick Afflictions first begun , Mak'st Dioclesian's dayes all Calme , and Sun , And when thy Tragick Annals are compil'd , Old Persecution shall be Pity styl'd , The Stake and Faggot shall be Temp'rate names , And Mercy wear the Character of Flames : Men knew not then Thrift in the Martyrs breath , Nor weav'd their Lives into a four years Death , Few antient Tyrants do our Stories Taxe , That flew first by Delayes , then by the Axe , But these ( Tiberius like ) alone do cry , 'T is to be Reconcil'd to let Thee dy . Observe we then a while into what Maze , Compasse , and Circle they contrive Delayes , What Turnes and wilde Perplexities they chuse , Ere they can forge their Slander , and Accuse : The Sun hath now brought his warm Chariot back , And rode his Progress round the Zodiack , When yet no Crime appears , when none can tell , Where thy Guilt sleeps , nor when 't will break the shell . Why is His Shame defer'd ? what 's in 't that brings Your Justice back , spoyles Vengeance of her Wings ? Hath Mercy seiz'd you ? will you rage no more ? Are Windes grown tame ? have Seas forgot to roar ? No , a wilde fiercenesse hath your minds possest , Which time and sins must cherish and digest : You durst not now let His clear Blood be spilt , You were not yet grown up to such a guilt ; You try if Age , if Seaventy years can Kill : Then y' have your Ends , and you are harmlesse still , But when this fail'd , you do your Paths enlarge , But would not yet whole Innocence discharge ; You 'll not be Devil All , you fain would prove Good at a Distance , within some Remove , " Virtue hath sweets which are good Mens due gaine , " Which Vice could not Deserve , yet would Retaine . This was the Cause , why once it was your Care , That Storms and Tempests in your Sin might share , You did engage the Waves , and strongly stood To make the Water guilty of his Blood . Boats are dispatcht in haste , and 't is his doome , Not to his Charge , but to his Shipwrack come ; Fond men , your cruel Project cannot doe , Tempests and storms must learn to kill from you ; When this comes short , he must Walk● Pilgrimage , No Coach nor Mule , that may sustein his Age , Must trace the City ( now a Desert rude ) And combate salvage Beasts the Multitude . But when his Guardian Innocence can fling , Awe round about , and save him by that King . When the Just cause can fright the Beasts away , And make the Tyger tremble at her prey . When nether Waves dare seize him , nor the Rout ; The storm with Reason , nor the storm without : Lost in their streights when Plots have vanquisht bin , And Sin perplext hath no Relief , but Sin . Agents and Instruments now on you fall , You must be Judges , People , Waves , and All. Yet 'cause the Rout will have 't perform'd by you , And long to see done what they dare not Doe . You put the Crime to use , it swells your Heap ; Your Sin 's your own , nor are you Guilty cheap , You Husband All ; there 's no Appearance lost , Nor comes he once to th' Bar but at your cost ; A constant Rate well Taxt , and Levyed right , And a Just value set upon each sight . At last they find the Dayes by their own Purse , Lesse known from him than what they do disburse : But when it now strikes high for him t' appear , And Chapmen see the Bargain is grown dear ; They Muster hands , and their hot suits enlarge , Not to persue the Man , but save the Charge ; Then least you loose their Custome , ( a just fear ) Selling your Sinnes and others Blood too dear . You grant their Suits , the Manner , and the Time , And he must Dye for what no Law calls Crime . Th' Afflicted Martyrs , when their pains began . Their Trajan had , or Dioclesian . Their Tortures were some Colours , and proceed ; Though from no Guilt , yet 'cause they disagreed : What league , what friendship 's there ? They could not joyn , And fix the Ark and Dagon in one Shrine . Faith , combats Faith ; and how agree can they , That still go on , but still a several way ? Zeal , Martyrs Zeal , and Heat 'gainst Heat conspires . As Theban Brothers fight though in their Fires . Yet as two diff'rent Stars unite their Beams , And Rivers mingles Waves and mix their Streams ; And though they challenge each a several Name , Conspire because their moysture is the same . So Parties knit , though they be diverse known , The Men are many but the Christian , one . Trajan , no Trajan was to his own Heard , And Tygers are not by the Tygers fear'd . What strange excesse then ? what 's that menstruous Power , When Flames do Flames , and Streams do Streams devour ? Where the same Faith ' gainst the same Faith doth knock , And Sheep are Wolves to Sheep of the same Flock ? Where Protestant the Protestant defies , Where both Assent , yet one for Dissent dyes ? Let these that doubt this , through his Actions Wade , Where some must needs Convince , All may perswade . Was he Apostate , who your Champion stood , Bath'd in his Inke before , as now in Blood ? He that unwinds the subtle Jesuite , That Feels the Serpents Teeth , and is not bit ? Unites the Snake finds each Mysterious knot , And turns the Poyson into Antidot . Doth Nicety with Nicety undoe ? And makes the Labyrinth the Labyrinth's clew ? That sleight by sleight subdues , and clearly proves , Truth hath her Serpents too , as well as Doves . Now , you that blast his Innocence , Survey , And view the Triumph of this Glorious day ; Could you ( if that might be ) if you should come To seal God's cause with your own Martyrdom , ( Could all the blood whose Tydes move in their veins , Which then perhaps were Blood , but now in stains ) ( Yield it that Force and strength , which it hath took Should we except his Bloud ) from this his Book , Your Flame or Axe would lesse evince to Men , Your Block and Stake would prop lesse than his Pea ; Is he Apostate , whom the Baites of Rome Cannot seduce , though all her Glories come ? Whom all her specious Honours cannot hold , Who hates the snare although the Hook be Gold ? Who Prostituted Titles can despise , And from despised Titles , greater Rise ? Whom Names cannot Amuse , but seats withall The Protestant above the Cardinall ? Who sure to his own Soul , doth scorn to find A Crimson cap the Purchase of his Minde ? " Who is not Great , may blame his Fate 's Offence , " Who would not be , is Great in 's Conscience . Next these His Sweat and Care how to advance The Church but to Her Just Inheritance , How to gain back her Own , yet none Beguile , And make her Wealth her Purchase , nor her spoyle : Then , shape Gods worship to a joynt consent ; 'Till when the seamlesse Coat must still be Rent : Then , to repair the Shrines , as Breaches sprung , Which we should hear , could we lend Pauls a Tongue , Speak , Speak great Monument ! while thou yet art such , And Rear him 'bove their Scandals and their Touch ; Had he surviv'd thou mighst in Time Declare , Vast things may comely be , and Greatest Fair. And though thy Limbs spread high , and Bulk exceed , Thou 'dst prov'd that Gyants are no monstrous breed : Then 'bove Extent thy Lustre would prevaile , And 'gainst Dimension Feature turn the Scale ; But now , like Pyrrah's half adopted birth . Where th' issue part was Woman , Part was Earth , Where Female some , and some to stone was Bent , And the one half was t'others Monument , Thou must imperfect lye , and learn to Groan , Now for his Ruine , straightway for thine own : But this and Thousand such Abortives are ; By Bloody Rebels Ravisht from his care ; But yet though some miscarried in their Wombe , And Deeds Still-born have hastned to the Tombe , God ( that Rewards him now ) forbad his store , Should all lye hid , and he but give i th' Ore . Many are Stampt , and shapt , and do still shine , Approv'd at Mint , a firm , and Perfect Coyne . Witness that Mart of Books that yonder stands . Bestow'd by him , though by anothers Hands : Those Attick Manuscripts , so rare a Piece , They tell the Turk , he hath not conquer'd Greece , Next these , a second beautuous Heap is thrown , Of Eastern Authors , who were all his own . Who in so Various Languages appear , Babel , would scarce be their Interpreter . To These , we may that Fair-built Colledge bring , Which proves that Learning 's no such Rustick thing ; Whose structure well contriv'd doth not relate To Antick fineness , but strong lasting state : Beauty well mixt with strength , that it complyes Most with the Gazer's use , much with his Eyes , On Marble Columns thus the Arts have stood , As wise Seth's Pillars sa●'d 'em in the Flood . But did he leave here Walls , and only Own A Glorious Heap , and make us rich in Stone ? Then had our Chanc'lour seem'd to fail , and here Much honour due to the Artificer : But this our Prudent Patron long fore-saw , When he Refin'd rude Statutes into Law ; Our Arts and Manners to his Building falls , And he erects the Men , as well as Walls : " Thus Solons Laws his Athens did Renown , " And turn'd that throng of Building to a Town . Yet neither Law nor Statute can be known So strickt , as to Himself he made his own , Which in his Actions Inventory lyes , Which Hell or — can never scandalize : Where every Act his rigid eye surveyes , And Night is Barre and Judge to all his Dayes ; Where all his secret Thoughts he doth comprize , And every Dream summon'd to an Assize ; VVhere he Arraigns each Circumstance of care , VVhich never parts dismiss'd without a Prayer ; See! how he sifts and searches every part , And ransacks all the Closets of his heart ; He puts the hours upon the Rack and Wheel , And all his minutes must confess or feel : If they reveal one Act which forth did come . VVhen Humane frailty crept into the Loome , If one Thread stain , or sully , break , or faint , So that the Man does Inteerrupt the Saint , He hunts it to its Death , nor quits his feares , Till 't be Embalm'd in Prayers , or drown'd in Teares . The Sun in all his journeys ne're did see One more devout , nor one more strict than He. Since his Religion then 's Vnmixt and Fine , And Works do warrant Faith , as Ore the Mine : VVhat can his Crime be then ? Now you must lay The Kingdoms Laws subverted in his way : See! no such Crime doth o're his Conscience grow , ( VVithout which Witness ne're can make it so ; ) A clear Transparent White , bedecks his mind , VVhere nought but Innocence can shelter find , Witnesse that Breath which did your stain and blot Wipe freely out , ( though Heaven I fear will not ) Witnesse that Calme and Quiet in His Breast , Prologue and Preface to his Place of Rest ; When with the VVorld He could undaunted part , And see in Death nor meagre Looks ; nor Dart : When to the Fatal Block His Gray Age goes With the same Ease , as when he took Repose . " He like old Enoch to His Blisse is gone , " T is not his Death , but his Translation .

A Mock Remonstrance referring to the Porters Petition . To Pym King of the Parliamented , The Grievances are here presented Of Porters , Butchers , Broom-men , Tanners , That fain would fight under your Banners ; Weavers , Dyers , Tinkers , Coblers , And many other such like Joblers , As Water-men , and those call'd Dray-men , That have a long time sung Solamen , &c. WHereas , Imprimis , first , that is , the Porters , The heavy burthens laid on their four Quarters Is not complain'd of here ; nor of Us , any , Although We have good Causes , and full many , As yet unknown ; but there 's a day will come Shall pay for all , We say no more but Mum. It is well said by some , You are about To give the Church and Government a Rout , Let it be so cry VVe , for it is known , To do 't , you will want more hands than your own . And since you are * * Their Declaration . necessitated to Raise war , 'ifaith ( Sirrevence ) do , do , do ; 'T is fit that Old things should grow out of date , Like Hampden's Sister , or that Beldame Kate. Old things in course do commonly decay , When New perhaps may last full many a day ; Old Frocks , old Shirts , old Brooms , old Boots , old Skins Are much addicted to the Venial sins Of wearing out ; and why not then the Church , That has left many a simple man i th' lurch . Beside , the Porters so the Surplice hate , Their very Frocks they have casheer'd of late ; And rather than endure 'em , you may see , They wear the Rope , the Hang-mans Livery . The Butchers too , inspired are at least , And know the very Intrails of the Beast That wears those * * Surplices . Smocks , and though they love a Whore , A Babilonish one they do abhor . In fine , in this great work of Reformation , Which you intend shall stigmatize the Nation , We pray to be Fellow-labourers , and That you our Vertues right may understand , Know that the Porters shall for Eighteen-pence Carry the Dreggs of Rome in Bottles hence To any Foreign part you 'l think upon , And bring the Juyce of the Turks Alcaron In lieu of it ; the Butcher kill'd in Slaughter Shall send Gods , and the Laws Disciples after : There shall not a Religious Relique be Left in the Church , or in the Library , But shall be swept away by the Nice hand O th' Broom-mens Art , who nothing understand More than Kent-street ; If any them deride , The Tanners come , and then beware their Hide ; And for the Weavers , they can preach , or pray , As is well known to the Lords , Brooks and Say . The Dyers they delight you know in Scarlet , And care no more for Blood , than any Varlet ; Like Archers good they will come on so powring , That who escapes them will escape a scowring . The Tinkers they can both make Holes , and mend 'em In Church or State ; if you will but befriend 'em With Mettle ; They care not for God or Divell ; A Pack of sturdy Rogues inur'd to Evill . The Cobler vows , and that you 'l say is News , To venture All , what over Boots , o're Shooes ? And likewise undertakes at a Cheap rate The Government , though Crabbed , to Translate . The Water-men more flye than any Otters , Knowing 't is good fishing in troubl'd Waters , If any do Oppose them , though their Betters , They will betake themselves unto their Stretchers , And so belabour 'em in Church and Cloysters , Their Bones shall rattle , like a Sacke of Oysters , In their thin Skins . The Dray-men likewise shall With Crusted Fists , fling 'um and fling 'um all . Thus in Our several Functions We can serve ye , Men fit for your Employment , pray observe ye ; And therefore list Us , where your best defence is , In th' Yealow Regiment of 's Oxcellencies : So taking leave , resting at your Commands , We do subscribe either Our Horns , or Hands ,

The Caution . A SONG . To the Tune of Oh Women , Monstrous Women . YOu Sep'ratists that Sequister Your selves from Laws are good , Your Courses so irregular Shall now be understood ; Your fond Expounding corrupts the Bibble , Yet you 'l maintain it with your Twibble . Oh Roundheads , Roundheads , damnable Roundheads , What do you mean to do ? He that does swear , though to a Truth , You count him far worse than a Lyer , Yet you will firk your Sister Ruth , So it may edifie her ; You , like the Devil , abhor a Crosse , But I 'le have as good Reason from Pyms Stone-horse . Oh Roundheads , Roundheads , damnable Roundheads , What do you mean to do ? Our Churches Hierarchy you hold Within a foul Suspition ; And say the Prelates Sleeves are old Reliques of Superstition ; The very Ragges of Rome they are Such as the Whores of Babilon wear . Oh Roundheads , Roundheads , damnable Roundheads , What do you mean to do ? Therefore in Zeal and Piety , You 'l dy their Lawn in blood , And root out their Society , A work you think is good ; The Malice is , some of your Eares Were cropt far shorter than your hairs . Oh Roundheads , Roundheads , damnable Roundheads , What do you mean to do ? When you the Miter have pull'd down , You 'l be hang'd before contented , Your next Pluck must be at the Crown , A Plot long since invented : But Grigge swears Tyburn shall have her due , Hee 'l be hang'd himself , if he hang not you . Oh Roundheads , Roundheads , damnable Roundheads , What do you mean to do ? The Coblers were astonished , The Porters eke , also ; To hear the Noyse that ecchoed From your vast Tubb below : But let him be hang'd will never mend , The Cobler thinks upon his end . But you to whom my Lines do tend Have a care of what you do .

Lilly contemn'd . A SONG . WHy art thou sad ? Our Glasses flow Like little Rivers to the Mayne ; And ne're a Man here has a Shrew , What need'st thou then complain ? Then Boys mind your Glass , And let all News pass That treats not of this our Canary , Let Lawyers fear their Fate , In the turn of the State , We suffer if this do miscarry , Chor. 'T is this will preserve us 'gainst Lillies predictions , And make us contemn our Fate and his Fictions . 'T is this that setts the City Ruff ; And lyne● the Aldermen with Fur ; It makes the Watchmen stiff and tuff To call , where go you Sir ? 'T is this doth advance The Cap of Maintenance , And keeps the Sword sleeping or waking ; It Courage doth raise In such Men now adaies , That hereto●ore cry'd at Head-aching , Chor. 'T is this doth infuse in a Miser some pity , And is the Genius , and Soul of the City . Then why should we dispair , or think The Enemy approacheth near ? Let such as never us'd to drink Sack , be enslav'd to Fear . Then to get Honor , And that waits on her , Strange Titles , Illustrious and Mighty . Wee 'l have a smart Bout Shall speak us Men and stout , And I 'le be the first that shall fight ye . Chor. He that stifly can stand to 't , and hath the best Braine ; Shall be styl'd Son of Mars , and God of the Mayne .

A Monster to be seen at VVestminster . 1642. WIthin this House is to be seen Such a Monster as hath not been At any time in England , nay In Europe , Africk , Asia . 'T is a Round body , without a Head Almost three years , yet not dead . 'T is like that Beast I once did see , Whose Tayle stood where his Head should be ; And , which was never seen before , Though 't want a Head , 't has Horns good store , It has very little hair , and yet You 'l say it has more hair than wit , 'T has many Eyes and many Eares , 'T has many Jealousies and ●ears , 'T has many Mouths , and many Hands , 'T is full of Questions and Commands . 'T is arm'd with Muskets , Pikes , it fears Naught in the World but Cavaliers ; 'T was born in England , but begot Betwixt the English and the Scot. Though some are of Opinion Father That the Devil was its Father , And the City , which is worse , Was its Mother , and its Nurse . Some say ( though perhaps in scorn ) That it was a Cretan born , And not unlike , for 't has the fashion Just as may be of that Nation ; For 't is a Lyer , none o th' least ; A slow Belly , an Evil beast ; Of what Religion none can tell , It much resembles that in Hell . Some say it is a Jew disguis'd , And why , because 't is circumcis'd ; For 't was deprived long ago Of many a Member wee well know . In some points 't is a Jesuited Priest , In some it is a Calvinist : For 't is not Justify'd , it saith By Good works , but by Publick Faith . Some call 't an Anabaptist : Some Think now that Antichrist is come . A Creature of an uncouth kind , Both for its Body , and its mind : Make hast and see 't , else 't will be gon , For now 't is sick , and drawing on .

London sad London . AN ECCHO . WHat wants thee , that thou art in this sad taking ? A King What made him first remove hence his residing ? syding . Did any here deny him satisfaction ? Faction . Tell me whereon this strength of Faction lyes ? On lyes . What didst thou do when the King left Parliament ? Lament . What terms would'st give to gain his Company ? Any . But how wouldst serve him , with thy best endeavour ? Ever . What wouldst thou do if here thou couldst behold him ? Hold him . But if he comes not what becomes of London ? Vndone .

Upon bringing in the Plate . ALL you that would no longer To a Monarch be subjected , Come away to Guildhall , and be there liberall , Your Wish shall be there effected . Come come away , bring your Gold , bring your Jewells , Your silver Shap't , or Molten , If the King you 'l have down , and advance to the Crown Five Members and K — Regard no Proclamations , They 're Subjects fit to Jest on , Henry Elsing's far better than C. R. Resolv'd upon the Question . Come come away , &c. You Aldermen first send in Your Chaines upon these Summons , To buy Ropes ends , for all the Kings Friends , They 're Traytors to the Commons ▪ Come , come away , &c. Your Basons large , and Ewers , Unto this use alot them , If ere you mean your hands to clean From th' Sins by which you got them . Come , come away , &c. Bring in your Cannes and Gobletts , You Citizens confiding , And think it no scorn , to drink in a Horn Of your own Wives providing . Come , come away , &c. Ye Bretheren strong and lusty , The Sisters Exercise yee , Get Babes of Grace , and Spoons apace , Both Houses do advise yee . Come , come away , &c. Let the Religious Sempstress Her silver Thimble bring here , 'T will be a fine thing in deposing a King , To say you had a Finger . Come , come away , &c. Your Childe 's redeemed Whistle May here obtain Admittance , Nor shall that Cost , be utterly lost , They 'le give you an Acquittance . Come , come away , &c. The Gold and Silver Bodkin , The Parliament woo'd ha both , Which oft doth make , the House to take A Journey on the Sabboth . Come , come away , &c. You that have store of Mony Bring 't hither , and be thrifty , If th' Parliament thrive , they 'le so contrive You shall have back Four for Fifty . Come , come away , &c. If when the Councell's ended , Your Plate you will recover , Be sure you may the chief Head that day On the Bridge or Tower discover . Come , come away , &c.

The Prentices Petition to the Close Committee . TO you close Members , wee the Young men come ( If Justice in this house has any Room ? ) With a Petition , but it is for peace ; If you are vext , pray let all Quarrells cease ; First , for Religion . ) If 't be no offence , Nor hinder things of greater Consequence ) We hope you do suppose there 's some such thing , 'Cause 't has bin often mention'd by the King . Wee 'ld hav 't establisht , and do hold it fit That no Lay-Levites ought to meddle with 't . Next , that in spight of Treason , we may have A happy peace , but that we need not crave , For when our bodkins cease 't wil be your pleasure That arms may cease , not wanting wil , but treasure ; Else you 'le but put the King to farther trouble , To beat you to 't , and make you Subjects double . We know y' are powerfull , and can wonders do Both by your Votes and Ordinances too ; In case all those Murther'd Innocent men May by your Votes be made alive again , Then your admiring Spirits shall perswade us That neither War nor Famine can invade us : Till then you 'le give us leave to trust our Eyes , And from our sad Experience , now grow wise : Let not the Collonell 's gaping son o' th' City Be made the Mouth unto this close Committe ; Whose gaudy Troope , because they 're boyes , he boasts They are the Children of the Lord of Hosts ; And knows no reason , ( for indeed t is ' scant ) Why States are not like Churches Militant . Next , that Truth , Wisedome , Justice , Loyalty , And Law , five Members of our Faculty ( Who not by the King ; but you , have been so long By Votes Expell'd from your Rebellious throng ) May be restored ; and in spight of Pym Be heard to speak their mind as well as him . Which if not granted , we do tell you this , Your Lord ( whose head 's in a Parenthesis ) Shall not secure you , but we shall unty That twisted Rabble of the Hierachy , Clubs are good payments , and'mongst other things Know we are as many Thousands as you Kings . In the Interim pray tell your fore-horse Pym , Just as he loves the King , so we love him .

Londons Farewell to the Parliament . FArewell to the Parliament , with hey , with hey , Farewell to the Parliament , with hoe , Your dear delight the City , Our wants have made us witty , And a — for the Close Committee , With a hey trolly , lolly , loe . Farewell the Lord of Essex , with hey , with hey , Farewell the Lord of Essex , with hoe , He sleeps till eleven , And leaves the Cause at six and seven , But 't is no matter , their hope 's in Heaven , With hey trolly , lolly , loe . Farewell the Lord Wharton , with hey , with hey , Farewell the Lord Wharton , with hoe , The Saw-pit did hide him , Whilst Hastings did out-ride him , Then came Brooks and he out-ly'd him , With hey trolly , lolly , loe . Farewell Billy Stroud , with hey , with hey , Farewell Billy Stroud , with hoe , He swore all Whartons lyes were true , And it concern'd him so to do , For he was in the Saw-pit too , With hey trolly , lolly , loe . Farewell the Lord Brooks , with hey , with hey , Farewell the Lord Brooks , with hoe , He said ( but first he had got a Rattle ) That but one hundred fell in the Battle , Besides Dogs , Whores , and such Parliament Cattle , With hey trolly , lolly , loe . Farewell Say and Seale , with hey , with hey , Farewell Say and Seale , with hoe , May these Valiant Sons of Ammon , All be Hang'd as high as Haman , With the old Anabaptist they came on , With hey trolly , lolly , loe . Farewell K — with hey , with hey , Farewell K — with hoe , Thy Father writ a Godly Book , Yet all was fish that came to the hook , Sure he is damn'd though but for his look . With hey trolly , lolly , loe . Farewell K — with hey , with hey , Farewell K — with hoe , Thy House had been confounded , In vain he had compounded , If he had not got a Round-head , With hey trolly , lolly , loe . Farewell D — H — with hey , with hey , Farewell D — H — with hoe T was his Ambition , or his need , Not his Religion did the deed , But his Widow hath tam'd him of the speed . With hey trolly , lolly , loe . Farewell John Hampden , with hey , with hey , Farewell John Hampden with hoe , Hee 's a sly and subtile Fox , Well read in Buchanan and Knox , And hee s gone down to goad the Oxe , With hey trolly , lolly , loe . Farewell John Pym , with hey , with hey , Farewell John Pym with hoe , He would have had a place in Court , And he ventur'd all his partie for 't , But bribing proves his best support . VVith hey trolly , lolly , loe . Farewell John Pym with hey , with hey , Farewell John Pym with hoe , For all the feign'd disaster Of the Taylor and the Plaster , Thou shalt not be our Master , VVith hey trolly , lolly , loe , Farewell Major Skippon , with hey , with hey Farewell Major Skippon with hoe , Ye have ordered him to kill and slay , To rescue him and run away , Provide you vote fair weather , and pay , VVith hey trolly , lolly , loe . Farewell our VVorthies all , with hey , with hey , Farewell our VVorthies all with hoe , For they instead of dying , Maintain the truth by lying , And get victories by flying , VVith hey trolly , lolly , loe . Farewell our Scotch Brethren , with hey , with hey , Farewell our Scotch Brethren , with hoe . They March but to the border , But will be brought no farther , For neither Ordinance nor Order , With hey trolly , lolly , loe . Farewell my little Levites , with hey , with hey , Farewell my little Levites , with hoe , Though you seem to fear him , Yet you can scarce forbear him , And when you thank him , you but jeer him , With hey trolly , lolly , loe . Farewell fears and jealousies , with hey , with hey , Farewell fears and jealousies , with hoe , Which , with lying Declarations , Tumults , traytors , and protestations , Have been the ruine of two Nations , With hey trolly , lolly , loe . Farewell little Isaack , with hey , with hey , Farewell little Isaack , with hoe , Thou hast made us all , like Asses , Part with our Plate , and drink in Glasses , Whilst thou growst rich with 2 s. Passes , With hey trolly , lolly , loe . Farewell Plate and Money , with hey , with hey , Farewell Plate and Money , with hoe , 'T is going down by water , Or something near the matter , And a Publique Faith's going after , With hey trolly , lolly , loe . Farewell Members five , with hey , with hey , Farewell Members five , with hoe , Next Petition we deliver , Sends you packing down the River , And the Devil be your driver , With hey trolly , lolly , loe .

A SONG . NEw - England is preparing a-pace , To entertain King Pym , with his Grace , And Isaack before shall carry the Mace , For Round-heads Old Nick stand up now . No Surplisse nor no Organs there , Shall ever offend the Eye , or the Ear , But a Spiritual Preach , with a 3. hours Prayer , For Round-heads , &c. All things in Zeal shall there be carried , Without any Porredge read over the buried , No Crossing of Infants , nor Rings for the Married , For Round-heads , &c. The Swearer there shall punisht be still , But Drunkennesse private be counted no ill , Yet both kind of lying as much as you will , For Round-heads , &c. Blow winds , Hoyse sailes , and let us be gone , But be sure we take all our Plunder a long , That Charles may find little when as he doth come , For Round-heads Old Nick stand up now .

Sir John Hotham's Alarm . COme Traytors , March on , to the Leader Sir John , Though King Charles his Friends disaffect you , Do not obey him , but obey Devil Pym , And the Parliament will protect you . Let us plead that we Fight , for the King and his Right , But if he desire for to enter , Let us Armed appear , and let us all sweare Our lives for his sake we will venter . But if he give Command , to disarm out of hand , As we our Allegiance do tender , Let us presently Sweare , that Commanded we are By the Parliament not to surrender . If he desire for to see , what Command that may be , We then will resolve him no further , But intreat him to stay , while we send Post away , He shall have a Copy of the Order . But if he Proclaime , me a Traytor by Name , And all you that adhere to my Faction , What an Honour it will be , when my Country see me , Second Pym in a Trayterous Action . But when the King sends , to require an amends Of the Parliament for such denyal ; Whether Treason or no , the Law shall ne're know , I must be put to your Vote for a Tryal . And to put it to the Voice , or the Parliaments choice , The House being now so empty ; If there be such a thing , as God or a King , We 'll carry it by five in the twenty . If so please the Fates , as to change our Estates , That the King his own Rights doth recover , We will turn to their way , and the Town will betray , Though a Ladder for our pains we turn over .

The Publique Faith . SOme tell of Africk Monsters , which of old , Vain Superstition did for God-heads hold , How the Aegyptians , who first knowledge spread , Ador'd their Apis with the white Bulls head ; Apis still fed with Serpents that do hiss , Hamon , Osiris , Monster Anubis . But Sun-burnt Africk never had , nor hath A Monster like our English Publique Faith ; Those fed on Snakes , and satisfi'd , did rest , This , like the Curtain Gulf , will have the best Thing in the City , to appease its still Encreasing hunger , Glutting its lewd will With Families , whose substance it devours , Perverting Justice and the Higher Powers ; Contemning without fear of any Law , Preying on all to fill its ravenous Maw ; Whose Estrich stomack , which no steele can sate , Has swallowed down Indies of Gold and Plate : This is the Publique Faith , which being led By th' Cities wealth , has in this Kingdom bred Such various mischiefs with its viperous breath , Blasting its peace and happinesse to death ; And yet this Idoll which our world adores , Has made men prostitute their truth like Whores , To its soul Lust , which surely may as well And soon be satisfi'd , as th' Grave , or Hell ; This preys on Horses , yet that will not do , Unlesse it may devour the Riders too : This takes up all the Riches of the Land , Not by intreaty , but unjust Command , Borrowing extortively without any day But the Greek Calends , then it means to pay ; This 'gainst the Law of Nations does surprise The Goods of Strangers , Kings , & in its wise Discretion , thinks ( though it s not worth their note ) They 're bound to take the Publique Faiths trim Vote For their security , when this Publique Faith Has broke more Merchants then e're Riot hath , And yet , good men o' th City , you are proud To have this Bankrupt Publique Faith allow'd More credit then your King , to this you 'll lend More willingly then ever you did spend Money to buy your Wives and Children bread , By such a strange Inchantment being misled To your undoings ; you who upon Bond , Nay scarcely upon Mortgage of that Land , Treble your Moneys value , would not p●rt With your lov'd Coine , vanquish'd by th' powerfull art Of this Magician Publique Faith , justly install Him Master of your Bags , the Devil and all That taught you get them by deceitfull wares , And sucking in ( like Mornings draughts ) young Heirs : Well , certainly if this fine humour hold , Your Aldermen will have no other Gold But what 's in Thumb-rings , for their ponderous Chains , They 'le be the Publique Faiths just lawfull gains , And have the Honour afterwards to be Hang'd in them for its Publique Treachery . What will become of you then , Grave and Witty Inhabitants of this Inchanted City ? Who is 't shall those vast Sums to you re-pay , When Master Publique Faith is run away ? O● who shall those prodigious heaps renew , Which were prodigally decreas'd by you ? Whom the whole world imagin'd men of thrift , What will your Orphans do ? How will they shift , Whose whole Estates in th' City Chamber , hath Been given a spoyle to ruin'd Publique Faith ? Perhaps you 'le pawn your Charter to supply The worthy wants of your Necessity . Who is 't will take 't , when all ( but men misled Like you ) know 't is already forfeited ? Who is 't will then into New Coine translate Such monstrous Cupboards of huge antick Plate ? To Publique Faiths vast Treasury bring in , From the Gilt Goblet , to the Silver Pin , All that was Coinable , and what to do ? Even to create you Knaves , and Traytors too . Faith if you chance to come off with your Lives , Your way will be to live upon your Wives , Their Trading will be good , when Fortune wears Your Colours in the Caps of th' Cavaliers , Whose Cuckolds you 'll be then , & on your brow , Wear their Horns , as you Faith 's do now ; Then , then you 'll howle , when you shall clearly see That Publique Faith , was Publique Treachery : Then you 'll confess your selves to 've been undone By Publique Faith's man , Isaack Pennington ; Then you 'll repent that ever you did fling Such monstrous Sums away against your King ; When he in Triumph , with his War-like Train , Shall to your terrour view your Town again ; Unlesse his Mercy mittigate his wrath , Justly conceiv'd 'gainst you and Publique Faith ; That Reverent Alderman which did defile His Breeches at the Mustering ere while . Shall then again those Velvet Slops bewray , Cause Publique Faith did make him go astray : Pauls shall be opened then , and you conspire No more against the Organs in the Quire , Nor threat the Saints i th' Windows , nor repair In Troops to kill the Book of Common-Prayer ; Nor drunk with Zeal , endeavour to engrosse To your own use , the stones of Cheap-side Crosse : Then , then you 'll bow your heads , your horns and all , That so exalted were to save from thrall Your ruin'd Liberties , and humbly pray For Mercy , more then upon each Fast-day ; When your Seditious Preachers to the throng , Make Prayers Ex Tempore of five hours long ; Lest you by early penitence prevent Your certain danger , if not punishment , Which you by no means may so safely do , As quitting Publique Faith , and Treason too : Then , then , though late , you to your grief will find , That you have walkt ( as Moles i th' Earth do . ) Of your fair reason , and obedient light , Involv'd in Mists of black Rebellious Night : blind If these Instructions will not make you see Your Errour , may you perish in 't for me , And to your Ruine walk in deathfull path , That leads to 'th Gallows with the Publique Faith .

The Sence of the House , or the Reason why those Members who are the Remnant of the two Families of Parliament cannot consent to Peace , or an Acccommodation . To the Tune of The New-England Psalm , Huggle Duggle , ho ho ho the Devil he laught aloud . COme come beloved Londoners , fy fy you shame us all , Your rising up for Peace , will make the close Committe fall ; I wonder you dare ask for that , which they must needs deny , There 's 30. swears they 'l have no Peace , and bid me tell you why . First I 'le no Peace quoth Essex , my Chaplain sayes 't is Sin To loose 100 l. a day , just when my Wife lyes in ; They cry God blesse your Excellence , but if I loose my Place They 'l call me Rebel , Popular Asse , and Cuckold to my face . You Citizen Fools , quoth W — d' ye talk to to me of Peace , Who not only stole his Majesties Ships , but rob'd him of his Seas , No no I 'le keep the Water still , and have my Ships well man'd , For I have lost and stole so much , I know not where to land . Do Brother do , sayes H — for Peace breeds us no quiet , Besides my Places to have lost , with sixteen Dishes dyet , I play'd the Judas with the King , which makes the World detest me , Nay should his Majesty pardon me , 500. would arest me . K — said , these Londoners deserve to loose their Eares . For now they 'l all obey the King , like Citizen Cavaliers ; Let 's vote this Peace a desperate Plot , and send them a denyal , For if they save the Kingdom , they 'le give us a Legal tryal . The Welsh-men rage quoth S — and call me villanous Goat For plundering Hereford's Aldermens Gownes to make my Besse a Coat , 'T is true the Town did feed me well , for which I took good Fleeces , But if Peace come they 'le tear me and all my Whores in piece . Fight fight quoth Say , now now hold up these Jealousies and Fears , The work will shew I laid the Plot above these 17. years ; 'T is I that am your Engineer' , but if for Peace you vote , Oh then they 'le make me go to Church , or else they 'le cut my Throate . My Father Goodwin quoth W — calls me a silly Lad , And wonders theyl 'e ask Peace of me who have been lately mad ; You chuse me Irish General , and I chuse to stay here , For should we fight among the Boggs , there 's never a Sawpit near . Those Heathen Prentices quoth Brooks , that made my Coach-man stay , Bid me be bare , although I spoke but 13. Bulls that day , But if Peace lop off my learned Skull , then all my House you 'le see The Sword of Guy , the Dun-cows rib , the Asses tooth , and me . I made a Speech quoth R — when his Excellence first began , For which he swore by a Pottle of Sack to make me a Gentleman : But if the King get to Whitehall then all my hopes are past , My Father was first Lord of the House , and I shall be the last . Keep Silence , quoth Mr. Speaker , but do not hold your peace , Let 's sit , and vote , and hold them too 't , for I 'le do what you please ; I have had but poor 6000 l. besides some Spoons and Bowles , Nay , grant a Peace , and how shall I be Master of the Rolles ? Then spake 5. Members all at once ; who for an Army cry'd , Last year , quoth they , you rescu'd us else we had all been try'd : What though you be almost undone , you must contribute still , Or wee 'le convey , our Trunks away , and then do what you will . My Venome swells , quoth H — that his Majesty full well knows , And I , quoth Hampden , fetcht the Scots , from whence this Mischief flows . I am an Asse quoth Haslerigg , but yet I 'me deep i th' Plott , And I , quoth Stroud , can lye as fast , as Mr. Pym can trott . But I , quoth Pym , your Hackney am , and all your drudgery do , Have made good Speeches for my self , and Priviledges for you : I can sit down and look on men , whilst others bleed and fight , I eat their Lordships meat by day , and giv 't their Wives by night . Then Vane grew black i th' face , and swore there 's none so deep as I , The Staff and Signet slipt my hand , my Son can tell you why , The name of Peace they say 't is sweet , but oh it makes me shrink , Straffords Ghost doth haunt me so , I cannot sleep a wink . Were Strafford living , Mildmay said , he would do me no ill , I hid my self ith ' Privy , when the House did pass his Bill : But all my Gold and Silver thread Gregory calls his own , Though in a Ship I made my will , I was not born to drown . You found me , quoth Sir R — P — I had been long a Knave ; You promis'd I should be so still , if you my Vote might have . And I , quoth Laurence Whittaker , agreed to doe so too , But if you serve old Courtiers thus , they 'le do as much for you . This Peace , quoth Michael Oldsworth , will bring me never a Fee , Although my Lord have sworn for Peace , and will not follow me . Down , down with Bishops , Wheeler said , for I have rob'd the Church ▪ Oh base , will you conclude a Peace , and leave me in the lurch . Who speaks of Peace quoth Ludlow , hath neither Sence nor Reason , For I ne're spoke i th' House but once , and then I spoke High Treason , Your meaning was as bad as mine , you must defend my Speech , Or else you make my mouth as foul as was my Fathers breech . I 'le plunder Him , quoth Baynton , that mentions Peace to Me , The Bishop would not grant my Lease , but now I 'le have his Fee . A Gunpowder Monopoly quoth Evelyn rais'd my Father , But if you let this War go down , they 'le call me Powder Traytor . Oh Jove , quoth Sir John Hotham , is this a time to treat ? When Newcastle and Cumberland me to the Walls have beat ? You base-obedient Citizens d' ye think to save your Lives ? My Sonne and I will serve you all as I have serv'd Five Wives . Indeed , quoth Sir Hugh Cholmley , Sir John you speak most true , For I have sold , and morgaged , most of my Land to you ; My Brother would have serv'd the King , but was forbid to stay ; The King fore saw at Keynton-field , Sir Harry would run away . I went down , quoth Sir Ralph Stapleton , with Musquet , Pike and Drum , To fetch Sir Francis Wortley up , but truly hee 'd not come . Oh Lord , Sir Robert Harlow said , how do our Foes increase ? I wonder who the Devil it was that first invented Peace . Treason , Treason , Treason , Sir Walter Earle cryes out , Worse than blowing up the Thames , the Dagger , or the Clout . Hang me , quoth Miles Corbet then , for we are all confounded , And Cavaliers will Cuckold me , as well as did the Roundhead . Quoth Sir John Wray , Mr. Speaker ? I 'le end this matter streit , For this which is my Ninth Speech , I 'me sure is none of my Eight ; I try'd it at my Tables end , my Neighbours know 't is right , But Peace will make me speak lesse wit , and then farewell your Knight . A-vengeance , quoth Harry Martin then , I 'le ha no Accommodation , For it was I , that bravely tore his Majesties Proclamation ; I th' House I spoke High Treason , I have sold both Land and Lease ; I shall not then keep but 3. Whores , Apox upon your Peace . You see beloved Londoners , your Peace is out of season , For which you have the sence of the House , and every Members reason : Oh doe not stand for Peace then , for trust me if you doe , Each County in the Kingdome will rise and doe soe too .

Essex Petition to the Best of Princes . Sir , THat All-Majesty ( from whom you take Your Heaven-Anointed Scepter ) for whose sake You drink the Dregs of Bitternesse , which turns Your Crown of Glory , to a Crown of Thornes ; View'd sinfull Sodom , Sodom that offended Even him , as we do you , that vilely blended His gracious Promises , did wrest his Powers , And violate his Laws , as we do yours ; Yet urg'd by him whose Zeal brookt no denyal , Would have sav'd all , if ten were found but loyal . Great Prince , to whom the Breath of Heaven hath read The Principles of Mercy , in whose stead You sit as God to punish , or to spare , Whose equal Hand can ruine , or repair Our staggering Fortunes ▪ Pity , and behold Rebellious Essex ! People now grown old In Dis-obedience , who deserv'dly stand Like Calves , expecting Death from your Just hand . 'T was we that bleated first Rebellion out , Who being Pulpit-led , not apt to doubt Our Lecturing Zealots , and but green in reason , Were made too wise , and frighted into Treason : We are a Cock-brain'd Multitude , a Rabble Of all Religions , and we daily squabble About vain shades , and let the substance passe , Hating good Manners as we hate the Masse ; Our new discretions every day convince , Our old Rebellions , 'gainst so mild a Prince Were scarcely fixt , but a fresh Ordinance comes , And damns our Conscience into deeper Sums ; Breaks ope our Houses , Rifles all our Stuff , Nay more , as if we had not yet enough , Plunders our very wits ; nay if we do Shew but a sorry shrug , Malignants too ; That in so much our people now obeys As many Tyrants as the Year hath dayes : But we have ten , ten , ten times multiply'd , And thousands more to that , which have deny'd To bend their knees to Baal , whereof some lye Cloystered in Grates , where they unpittied , cry For Superannuated Crusts , and there remain , Even taking Gods and Charles his Name in vain : Some scorning to be aw'd by Subjects , fled From their dear Wives and Children ; led Like Theeves to Gaols , saluted with the Curse Of every Dunghill scurfe , with durt and worse , Where they are sadly , but yet dearly fed , Some ag'd , some weak , some dying , and some dead : For their dear sake ( great Charles ) they undertake Deaths willing Martyrdome , for Charles his sake ; Be gracious to their County , let her know That she , a miserable Land , doth owe Her sweet Redemption to their Congruous merit , And least they 'le abjure what now they scarce inherit , Let that accustom'd Sun-shine of your Eye Enrich her soyle , that she may still out-vye Her Neighbouring Shires , & let that brand which now She wears , be set on th' Epidemick brow ; And let the Loyal Gentry still be known By this firm Mark from the perfidious Clown ; Let them , like treacherous slaves , be alwaies bound To pay Rack-rents , and only Till the ground ; Let neither them nor their base off-spring dare To be so rich as buy a Purchase there . Dread Soveraign , Forgive , Forget , Remember , and Relent , Resemble him you so much represent , And when pleas'd Heavens shall set thy Scepter free , Triumph in him , and wee 'll triumph in thee .

The Cryer . O Yes , if any Man or Woman , Of what degree soever , Lord , Knight , Esquire , Gentleman , or Yeoman , Felt-maker , Button-Maker , or Weaver , Coach-man , Cobler , or Brick-layer , Sheriff , Alderman , or Mayor , In City , Town , or Country , hath Lost his Religion , or his Faith , Let him forth with repair to th' Cryer Of Westminster , where let him bring The Mark of what he doth require , And he shall hear on 't , if God blesse the King . O Yes , if any Man or Woman , Of what degree soever , From the Marquis , to the Yeoman , From the Straw-hat to the Beaver , From the Land-lord , to the Dray-man , Whether the Clergy , or the Layman , Hath l●st a War-Horse-Armes , or Dragoones , That were the Treasure of Buffoones ; Jewells ▪ Money , Pearle , or Plate , Cups for Service , or for State ; Come to the Cryer , and you then Shall find them he knows where , but God knows when .

The Cavaliers Prayer . GOd blesse the King and Queen , the Prince also , And all his Loyal Subjects both high and low , For Roundheads can pray for themselves we know ; Which no body can deny . The Devil take Pym and all his Peers , God blesse Prince Rupert and his Cavaliers , For if they come hither Pym will stink with fears ; Which no body can deny . God blesse Rupert and Maurice withall , That gave the Roundheads a great downfall , And knockt their Noddles 'gainst Worcester wall ; Which no body can deny . Lawn sleeves and Surplices must go down , For why , King Pym doth sway the Crown ; But all are Bishops that wears a Black Gown ; Which no body can deny . Let the Canons roar , and the Bullets flye , King Pym doth swear he 'll not come nigh , He sayes , it s a pittyfull thing to dye ; Which no body can deny . The Horners they are brave Blades , I do not know , but it is said The stout Earl of Essex is free of that trade ; Which no body can deny . The Baker over Burton cannot domineer , For it is most firmly reported here , He 's as free of the Pillory as ever they were ; Which no body can deny . There is Isaack Pennington both wise and old , I do not know , but 't is for truth told That he is turned poor Sexton of Pauls . Which no body can deny . There is a Lord W — both wise and round , He will meet Prince Rupert upon any ground , And if that his hands behind him be bound ; Which few people will deny .

To whom it concerns . COme , come , ye Cock-brain'd Crew , that can suppose No truth , but that which travells through the Nose ; That looks on Gods Anointed with those Eyes , You view your Prentices ; ye that can prize A Stable with a Church ; that can Impeach A Grave Devine , and hear an Hostler preach : Are ye all mad ? has your Fanatick zeal Stifl'd your stock of Sences at a Meal ? Have ye none left to look upon these Times ? With Grief , which you and the unpunisht Crimes Have brought upon this miserable Land ? Are ye all Bruits ? not apt to understand The neighbouring stroke of Ruine , till 't be past ? And you become the Sacrifice at last ? What would you have ? can Reformation border On Sacriledge ? or Truth upon Disorder ? Can Rifleing , and Religion dwell together ? Can the way hence be said the next way thither ? Go , ply your Trades , Mechanicks , and begin To deal uprightly , and Reform within ; Correct your prick-ear'd Servants ; and perswade Your long lov'd Arm-fulls ; if you can thus trade In Pigges and Poultry : let them cease to smooth Your Rumpled Follies , and forbear to sooth Your pious Treasons , thus to kick and fling , Against the Lords Anointed , and your King .

By the Author . That neither loves for Fashion nor for Fear , As far from Roundhead , as from Cavalier .

To the City . DRaw near you factious Citizens ; prepare To hear from me what hideous Fools you are ; What lumps of sordid Earth ; in which we find Not any least Resemblance of a Mind ; Unlesse to Baseness and Rebellion bent Against the King , to ayde the Paliament ; That Parliament , whose Insolence will undoe Your Cities Wealth , your Lives , and Safety too : Are you so stupid , dull , you cannot see How your best Vertues now are Treachery ? Apparent Treason , Murder , and the like : How with unhallowed hands your strive to strike Him , whom you should your Loyalty afford , ( Great Charles ) the blest Anointed of the Lord ? How you do daily contribute , and pay Mony , your Truths and Honours to betray ? Bigg with Phanatique thoughts , and wilde desire : 'T is you , that blew up the increasing Fire Of foul Rebellion , you that only bring Armies into the Field against your King ; For were 't not for supportment from your Baggs , That Great and Highest Court that only braggs Of your vain folly , long ere this had bin Punish'd for their bold Sacrilegious sin , Of Actual Treason , there had never come Upon this Kingdom such a Martyrdom . Armes hang'd up as uselesse , and the State Retain'd his freedom ; had you kept your Plate , No Keinton-Battails had with Mothers curse , Made Childless there the Treason of your Purse ; The Publick Purse o' th City ; which must be Esteem'd the Cause of Publick Misery ; No Drums had frighted silken Peace from out The Neighbouring Countries , nor need you about Your City with your guilded Musquets goe Trayning , not for good Service , but for Shew ; That the whole Town may see your Feathers spread Over your Hatts , as th' Hornes doe o're your Head ; The Humble Parliament had never dar'd To have prescrib'd Laws to their King , but spar'd Their Zeal in bringing Innovations , and Distractions o're the beautious face o th Land , They would not then have so Supreamly brought Their Votes , to bring the Kingdomes Peace to nought ; Nor with so sleight a value lookt on Him , King Charles , and only doted on King Pym ; Nor for Authentick doctrine , have allow'd As Law , the Precepts of Ingenuous Stroud ; Hampden nor Martyn had not then lookt bigge Upon their King , nor Arthur Haslerigge ; Nor yet K — on whom we now confer The style of Trayterous Earle of M — Secur'd by you , the Patrons of the Cause , Condemn'd his Loyalty , and the Kingdoms Laws ; Nor mis-led Essex ▪ had not you been , nere had acted on this Kingdoms Theater So many Tragedie● ; nor Warwick sought T' ingrosse the Naval Honours , no nor thought On any Action so unjust , unmeet , As keeping from his Majesty his Fleet ; T is you have done all this , y 'ave been the Head . The very Spring from whence this River spread The streams of foul Rebellion ; which we know At last will drown'd you with its over-flow ; You the Arch-Traytors are , you , those that slew The Kingdoms happinesse , and th' Allegiance due Unto his Sacred Majesty ; you , you that have Betray'd this Nations Honour to the Grave of lasting Obloquy ; you that have destroy'd The smiling wealth of th' City , and made void The good Opinion , which the King before Had of your Loyalties , and th' Faith you bore To th' Royal Stem ; which still has to your great Advantage made this City their Chief Seat . Fond and seditious Fools , d' ye think , yee Are wiser than Times numerous Progeny ? That have Ador'd your City , when did They Your harmlesse Ancestors , strive to give away Their Wealth , and Duty from their Sovereigne Lord , To make themselves Traytors upon Record ? When did they their Plate and Coine bring in ? To be the Cause of their own Ruyning ? They never us'd to fright their King , nor draw Tumults together , to affront the Law . No , nor good Houses , their Corslets slept , and all The Armes they us'd hung up in each mans Hall . They did not then enamel'd Musquets carry To Train in Moor-fields , and in Finsbury : But did in Comely Archery excell , Like honest grave Children of Adam Bell , And Climme o th' Clough , now each of you will be More than a furious Wi●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 Wiv●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 ●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 Peev●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 account , To twenty Nobles , and his vails Amount ; Fed on the common of the female charity , Untill the Scots can bring about their parity , So shotten , that his Soul like to himself , Walks but in Querpo : this same Clergy Elf , Encountring with a Brother of the Cloth , Fell presently to Cudgels with the O th : The Quarel was , a strange mis-shapen Monster &c. ( God blesse us ! ) which they conster The brand upon the buttock of the Beast , The Dragons tayle ty'd on a knot , a neast Of young Apocraphas , the fashion Of a new mental Reservation . While Roger thus divides the text , the other Winks and expounds , saying , My pious Brother , Hearken with reverence ; for the point is nice , I never read on 't , but I fasted twice ; And so by revelation know it better , Than all the Idolaters o' the Letter . With that he swell'd , and fell upon the Theam , Like great Goliah with his Weavers beam : I say to thee , &c. thou ly'st , Thou art the curled lock of Antichrist : Rubbish of Babel , for who will not say , ●ongues were confounded in & c ? Who swears &c. swears more Oaths at once Than Cerberus out of his triple Sconce : Who views it well , with the same eye beholds The old half Serpent in his numerous folds . Accurst &c. thou , for now I scent , What lately the prodigious Oysters meant . Oh Booker , Booker , how cam'st thou to lack this Sign in thy prophetick Almanack ? It 's the dark Vault wherein th' infernal plot Of Powder 'gainst the State was first begot . Peruse the Oath , and you shall soon descry it , By all the Father Garnets that stand by it ; 'Gainst whom the Church , whereof I am a Member , Shall keep another fifth day of November : Yet here 's not all , I cannot halfe untrusse &c. it 's so abominous . The Trojan Nag was not so fully lin'd ! Unrip &c. and you shall find Og the great Commissary , and which is worse , Th' Apparatour upon his skew-ball'd horse . Then ( finally my Babe of Grace ) forbear , &c. will be too far to swear ; For 't is ( to speak in a familiar style ) A York-shire wea-bit , longer , than a mile . Then Roger was inspir'd , and by Gods-diggers , Hee 'l swear in words at large , and not in Figures . Now by this drink , which he takes off as loath To leave &c. in his liquid Oath . His Brother pledg'd him , and that bloody wine , He swears shall seal the Synods Cataline . So they drunk on , not offering to part Till they had quite sworn out th' eleventh quart : While all that saw and heard them , joyntly pray , They and their tribe were all , &c.

The Publique Faith . STand off my Masters : 'T is your pence a peece , Jason , Medea , and the Golden Fleece ; What side the line good Sir ? Tigris , or Po ? Lybia ? Japan ? Whisk ? or Tradinktido ? St. Kits ? St. Omer ? or St. Margaret's Bay ? Presto begon ? or come aloft ? what way ? Doublets ? or Knap ? the Cog ? low Dice ? or high ? By all the hard names in the Letany , Bell , Book and Candle , and the Pope's great toe I conjure thy account : Devil say no. Nay , since I must untruss , Gallants look to 't , Keep your prodigious distance forty foot , This is that Beast of eyes in th' Revelations , The Basilisk has twisted up three Nations . Ponteus Hixius doxius , full of tricks , The Lottery of the vulgar lunaticks . The Knapsack of the State , the thing you wish , Magog and Gog stew'd in a Chaffendish . A bag of Spoons and Whistles , wherein men May whistle when they see their Plate agen . Thus far his Infancy : his riper age Requires a more mysterious Folio page . Now that time speaks him perfect , and 't is pity To dandle him longer in a close Committee , The Elf dares peep abroad , the pretty Fool Can wag without a truckling standing-stool ; Revenge his Mother's infamy , and swear Hee 's the fair Off-spring of one half-score year ; The Heir of the House and hopes , the cry And wonder of the Peoples misery . 'T is true , while as a Puppy it could play For Thimbles , any thing to passe the day ; But now the Cub can count , arithmetize , ●link Masenello with the Duke of Guise ; Sign for an Irish purchase , and traduce The Synod from their Doctrine to their Use ; Give its Dam suck , and a hidden way Drink up arrears a tergo mantica . An everlasting Bale , Hell in Trunk-hose , Uncased , the Divel's Don Quixot in prose . The Beast and the false Prophet twin'd together , The squint-eyed emblem of all sorts of weather . The refuse of that Chaos of the earth , Able to give the World a second birth . Affrick avaunt ! Thy trifling Monsters glance But Sheeps-eyed to this Penal Ignorance . That all the Prodigies brought ●orth before Are but Dame Natures blush left on the score . This strings the Baker's dozen , christens all The cross-leg'd hours of time since Adam's fall . The Publick Faith ? why 't is a word of kin , A Nephew that dare● Cozen any fin . A Term of Art , great Bohemoth's younger Brother , Old Machiavel , and half a thousand other . Which when subscrib'd writes Legion , names on truss , Abaddon , Belzebub , and Incu●us , All the Vice-Royes of darkness , every spell And Fiend wrap'd in a short Tri●●illable . But I fore-stall the Show . Enter and see , Salute the Door , your Exit shall be free . In brief 't is call'd Religions ease , or loss ; For no one 's suffer'd here to bear his crosse .

A Committee . CAst Knaves my Masters , fortune guide the chance , No packing I beseech you , no by-glance To mingle pairs , but fairly shake the bag , Cheats in their spheres like subtile spirits wag . Or if you please the Cards run as they will , There is no choyce in sin and doing ill . Then happy man by 's dole , luck makes the ods , He acts most high that best out-dares the gods . These are that Raw-bon'd Herd of Pharaoh's Kine , Which eat up all your Fatlings , yet look lean . These are the after-claps of bloudy showres , Which , like the Scots , come for your guide and yours . The Gleaners of the Fielde , where , if a man Escape the sword , that milder frying-pan ; He leaps into the fire , cramping the claws of such can speak no English but the Cause . Under that foggy term , that Inquisition , Y' are wrackt at all adventures On suspition : No matter what 's the crime , a good estate 's Delinquency enough to ground their hate . Nor shall calm innocence so scape , as not To be made guilty , or at least so thought . And if the spirit once inform , beware , The flesh and world but renegadoes are . Thus once concluded , out the Teazers run , And in full cry and speed till Wat's undone . So that a poor Delinquent fleec'd and torn Seems like a man that 's creeping through a horn , Finds a smooth entrance , wide , and fit , but when Hee 's squeez'd and forc'd up through the smaller end , He looks as gaunt and pin'd , as he that spent A tedious twelve years in an eager Lent ; Or bodies at the Resurrection are On wing , just rarifying into aire . The Emblem of a man , the pitied Case And shape of some sad being once that was . The Type of flesh and blood , the Skeleton And superfices of a thing that 's gone . The winter quarter of a life , the tinder And body of a corps squeez'd to a cinder ; When no more tortures can be thought upon , Mercy shall flow into oblivion . Mercifull Hell ! thy Judges are but three , Ours multiform , and in plurality ! Thy calmer censures flow without recall , And in one doom souls see their finall All. We travel with expectance : Suffrings here Are but the earnests of a second fear . Thy plagues and pains are infinite ; 't is true ; Ours are not only infinite , but new . So that the dread of what 's to come , exceeds The anguish of that part already bleeds . This only difference swells 'twixt us , and you , Hell has the kinder Devils of the two .

The Model of the New Religion . WHoop ! Mr. Vicar in your flying frock ? What news at Babel now ? how stands the Cock ! When wags the floud ? no Ephimerides ? Nought but confounding of the languages ? No more of th' Saints arival ? or the chance Of three pipes two pence and an ordinance ? How many Queer-religions ? clear your throat , May a man have a peny-worth ? four a groat ? Or do the Junsto leap at truss-a-fayle ? Three Tenents clap while five hang on the tayle ? No Querpo model ? never a knack or wile ? To preach for Spoons and Whistles ? cross or pile ? No hints of truth on foot ? no sparks of grace ? No late sprung light ? to dance the wilde-goose chase ? No Spiritual Dragoones that take their flames From th' inspiration of the City Dames ? No crums of comfort to relieve your cry ? No new dealt mince-meat of Divinity ? Come lets 's project : by the great late Eclipse We justly fear a famine of the lips . for Sprats are rose an Omer for a sowse , Which gripes the conclave of the lower House . Let 's therefore vote a close humiliation For opening the seal'd eyes of this blind Nation , That they may see confessingly , and swear They have not seen at all this fourteen year . And for the splints and s●avins too , t is said All the joynts have the Riffcage , since the head Swell'd so prodigious , and exciz'd the parts From all Allegiance , but in tears and hearts . But zealous Sir , what say to a touch at Prayer ? How Quops the spirit ? In what garb or ayre ? With Souse erect , or pendent , winks , or haws ? Sniveling ? or the extention of the jaws ? Devotion has its mode : Dear Sir , hold forth , Learning 's a venture of the second worth . For since the peoples rise and its sad fall , We are inspir'd from much , to none at all . Brother adieu ! I see y' are closely girt , A costive Dover gives the Saints the squirt . Hence ( Reader ) all our flying news contracts Like the States Fleet , from the Seas into Acts : But where 's the Model all this while , you 'll say 'T is like the Reformation , run away .

To a Fair Lady weeping for her Husband Committed to Prison by the Parliament . 1643. TUsh , let them keep him if they can , He 's not in hold while you are free , Come , sigh no more , but pledge the man , What though in Fetters , yet can he Be Prisoner unto none but thee ; Then dry your Eyes , for every tear Makes them like drowned worlds appear . Post through the Aire , my fancy went , With wings disguis'd , and there stood by When he was brought to th' Parliament , And streight to th' Bar , to th' Bar , they cry , The smiling Captain asked , Why ? With that they soon drew up his Charge , Which Lady you shall hear at large . Imprimis , he was married late With a Gold Ring , unto a Dame , Would make the best of us a Mate ; Witty , Pretty , Young , and Quaint , And fairer then our selves can Paint : Her lips do set mens teeth on edge , Sure 't is a Breach of Priviledge . And her Malignant beauty , can Provoke our Members up to rise , Nay make our General prove a man ; And the Star-Chamber of her Eyes , Robs Subjects of their Liberties : And then her voice keeps Eares in awe , Even like the High-Commission Law . Nay more , the fair Delinquent hath A pair of Organs in her throat , Which when she doth inspire with breath , She can command in every noat , More then both our Houses Vote Her very Hair , put in Array , Can fetter our Militia . Her Cheeks still Natures Pattent have , Not yet call'd in , for only 〈◊〉 In them ingrossed all that 's brave , And other Ladies Hucksters be , Her Beauty 's the Monopolie ; When theirs is spent , to her they come , And chaffer with her face for some . She keeps an Alter on her brow , Her Eyes two Tapers on each side , There Superstitious Lovers bow ; Her Name is Mary too beside , Who owns a Faith that 's sanctifi'd ; Let 's clap up him till further leisure , And send for her to wait our pleasure . Then go fair Lady , follow him , Fear no Trumpet , fear no Drum , Fair Women may prevail with Pym , And one sweet smile when there you come , Will quickly strike the Speaker dumb : If not , then let one tear be spent , And 't will dissolve the Parliament .

Mr. Fullers Complaint . ENgland once Europes joy , Now her scorn ; Ambitious to be forlorn , Self , by self torn ; Stand amaz'd ? Thy woes are blaz'd , By silence best , And wanting words , even wonder out the rest . Help Gracious King , The source and spring Of all our bliss , Alas the fault 's not his ; Good Prince how is he griev'd , That he 's mistook ? Or what 's a Curse , Far worse , he is not believ'd . Help long-wisht for Parliament , If so good by your intent ; And will , And skill , Why ill is your successe ? Alas Malignant humors lurk , And cause the Physick not to work , To give our woes redresse . Help in the Law , ye Learned Sages , Studied well in former ages : But our Rents Are above all Presidents ; In fight , what 's might , That 's right : For Statutes are by Lawyers awed , And Common-law by Canon-law out-lawed . Help ye Divines our souls to plaister , Settle the Legacy which your Master Bequeath'd to his own at his decease , Even Peace : Alas alas in Gilead , Where is no balm for to be had ; O Cruell , They that should holy water bring , bring fiery fuell . No help , no help , Why then 't is vain For to complain ; And why men sin with all their heart , Sorrow only but in part ; And still they cry That all is ill , And love to make 't and keep 't so still . Since then our wounds Are grown so wide , And all means try'd , And all deny'd ; Good God help us at last , Before all help be past , For this is sure , Men made the wounds , but God alone can help the cure .

Upon wearing the Kings Colours . ALas , what take ye pepper in the Nose To see King Charles his Colours worne in Pose ? 'T was but an Ornament to grace the Hat , And must we have an Ordinance for that ? O serious worthies ! how can you dispence With so much time to draw a Grievance thence ? But you do very well to make it known , When others Liberties surmounts your own ; You can and will suppresse it , well , you may Do even what you please , we must obey ; I hope you 'll take in hand the Taylors Trade , And teach us how our Apparell must be made , That women in a Vote shall plainly see How wide their Smocks and Petticoats shall be : If this continue , faith turn Barbars too , And cut our hair of the same length you do ; And let it be no less a Crime then Treason , To wear , do , or speak any thing that 's reason : As for the King , you 'll say he 's King , 't is true , But he can rule himself , and order you : What , can he so ? he 's mightily too blame , And faln into displeasure for the same ; He will not grant that you 're his Friends , 't is true , Should you rule two Kingdoms as a third does you , Lest from a Ribbin then , should spring a Faction , 'T was wisely done to stop its growth i' th' Action ; Yet in despight of you , that this controule , I 'le wear my Soveraigns Colours in my Soul .

A Western Wonder . DO you not know , not a fortnight agoe , How they brag'd of a Western wonder ? When a hundred and ten , slew five thousand men , With the help of Lightning and Thunder . There Hopton was slain , again and again , Or else my Author did lye ; With a new Thanksgiving , for who are living , To God , and his Servant Ch●dleigh . But now on which side , was this Miracle try'd , I hope we at last are even ; For Sir Ralph and his Knaves , are risen from their Graves , And Cudgel'd the Clowns of Devon . And now St — came , for his Honour was lame Of the Gout three months together ; But it prov'd when they fought , but a running Gout , For his heels were lighter then ever . For now he out-runs , his Armes and his Guns , And leaves all his money behind him ; But they follow after , unlesse he take water At Plymouth again , they will find him . What Reading hath cost and St — hath lost , Goes deep in the Sequestration ; These wounds will not heal , with your new Great Seal , Nor Jepsons Declarations . Now Peters , and Case , in their Prayer and Grace , Remember their new Thanksgiving ; Isaack and his Wife , now dig for their life , And shortly must do 't for their living .

A SONG . THe world is now turn'd upside-down , 'T is thought K. Charles will keep his Crown , The Roundheads now shall all be put down , And alas poor Parliament now , now , now . Prince Rupert made fair work t'other day , He kild all the Troopers that durst to stay , The rest he kild , their Horses running away : And alas poor Parliament now , now , now . And Essex his hornes hung so in his light , Alas poor Cuckold , he could not see to fight , And both Houses they were all ready to — And alas poor Parliament now , now , now . Then send for W — and give him good pay , He 'le hoise up his Sayles and carry you away , In hopes you 'le stand his Friend another day : And alas poor Parliament now , now , now .

Upon Alderman Atkins bewraying his Slops on the great Training day . I Sing the strange adventures and sad Fate , That did befall a Collonel of late , A portly Squire ; a Warlike hardy wight , And pity 't is , we cannot call him Knight , A stout man at Custard , and Son of Mars , But oh the soul disaster of his . — Before the Worthies , and the rest beside . Who saw how he his Courser did bestride , Weilding his Truncheon , like a Weavers beam , And yet — his hose in every seam ; I cannot tell how fair he was i' th' Cradle , But sure I am he was foul enough i' th' Saddle : For feats of Armes none could come near him then , He smelt so strong , and when eight thousand men Discharg'd their Musquets , he discharged too , But what ? his Office and his Guts ? what though He made a House of Office of his Hose ? Stand further off , if it offend your Nose : Belike he meant to hansell his New Satten , Or , like fat Oxen , in his dung to batten ; But when in triumph he from Finsbury Came home to Leaden-hall , he call'd to see His Hellena , his Sultanesse , when she At 's first approach smelt out his Knavery ; And lest by the hot skirmish of the day , Her Paris might miscarry in the way , Or mett with some wounds , sends for in all haste Shambrook the skilfull Chirurgion , who begins at th' waste T'untruss , and as he fumbling downwards tends , He had the businesse at his fingers ends ; Foh , quoth the Chirurgion , call the Kitchin Quean With clout in hand to make his Worship clean ; Then about the Master all the Servants shuffl'd , He , like old Lockwood in the Counter , scuffl'd , Shew'd two broad mighty Hanches all bew ray'd , Nay then , quoth Shambrook , how shall I be paid ; The Devil a wound I see , is this the prime Of six City Colonels in good time ? They say that shitten luck is good , and I Will put it to the Vote of Chivalry , Whether all be not likely well to jump In th' New Militia , when a — is trump .

The Downfall of Cheapside-Crosse , May 2 , 3 , 4. 1643. WHat hast thou done poor Crosse , that this hard doome Is laid upon thee ? what is now become Of all thy gilded Images ? for behold , That now is Stone and Brick , which once seem'd Gold , The City-Rulers , in their Graver wit , And late got Power , have now thought it fit , That thou shouldst be demolisht , and pluckt down By th' warrant of Lord Isaack Pennington ; London's chief ( ut vis ) who thinks store of good He doth , in prisoning , hanging , shedding blood , In robbing , plundering each that 's good to 's King , Because no Plate , nor Mony , they will bring Into Guildhall : nay then it is no wonder , If by his Order thou art pluckt asunder , When first the top of thee with many a knock They did beat down , ( Lord ) how the silly flock Of Round-heads shouted , looking up to th' Skies , Giving God thanks for the great Victories They had got 'gainst thee , whilst the Drums did beat , And Trumpets sounding ; truly it was meet : They threw their Hatts up , and their Muskets shot , They shook their Heads , and clapt their Hands , what not ? And thus when any Picture , Legge , or Arme Was thrown to th' Ground , the Roundheads all did swarme , And sundry heaps tumbling one on another , Striving who first should see it , then a Brother A long Prayer made for thanks , that now they might , Doe what they list , be it nor Just , nor Right ; For now they keep the whole City in awe , With wrong-expounded , and misconstrued Law , Doing what they think fit , what 's good i' th eyes Of them , being led even as their Spirits rise . But for their Misdemeanours let this Curse Light upon them , or a ten-times far worse : May they no Silver have , nor yet no Gold , Because there 's Crosses in 't : and , to be bold , May they lead Lives so crost with grief and care , That , at the last , may bring them to despair , May they no good thing quietly enjoy , May they even perish as they walk , and dye , And may they still crost be , and crost again , May Crosses mixt with Losses be their pain , Nay , because Crosses they desire none , May they have ever Crosses two for one , May all their Noses rot , that we 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 di●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 do●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 ●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 '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 fu●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 , i● 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 li●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 a new Thanks-giving . This made Mr. Case , with a pittifull face , In the Pulpit to fall a weeping , Though his mouth utter'd lyes , truth fell from his eyes , VVhich kept our Lord Maior from sleeping . Now shut up shops , and spend your last drops , For the Laws of your Cause , you that loath 'um , Lest Essex should start , and play the Second part , Of Worshipfull Sir John Hotham .

The Battel of Worcester . ALl you that be true to the King & the State , Come listen , and I le tell you what happen'd of late , In a large field near Worcesters gate . Which no body can deny . Brave Sir John Byron , true to the Crown , VVith forces too few , t is very well known , VVent thither , 't is said , to keep the Town , Which no body can deny . But whether 't was true , ye have learn'd to guess , As for my own part I think no lesse , To give you a taste of our Future successe , Which mo body can deny . Thither came Fines with armes Complete , The Town to take , and Byron defeat , Provisions were made , but he staid not to eat , Which no body can deny . But as soon as he heard our great Guns play , VVith a Flea in 's ear , he ran quite away , Like the lawfull begotten Son of Lord Say , Which no body &c. Nay had the old Crop-ear'd his Father dar'd To approach the walls , his design had bin marr'd , For Byron would not have proved a VVard . Which no body can deny . Pox on him he keeps his Patent yet , But I hope next Term he shall not fit , 'T was but quam diu se bene Gesserit , Which no body , &c. But now behold , increased in force , Hee comes again with ten Troups of Horse , Oh bloudy-Man he had no remorse , Which no body , &c. They marched up boldly , without any fear , Little thinking Prince Rupert was come so near , But alas poor souls it cost them dear , Which no body , &c. The Prince like a Gallant man of his trade , Marcht out of the Town till this quarter was made , Sir , the Enemies are near at hand it is said : Which no body , &c. Where , where are they ? Prince Rupert cryes , And looking about with fiery eyes , Some thirty behind a hedge he spyes . Which no body , &c. This Forlorn-hope he no sooner saw , But 4. or 5. more did towards them draw ; He asked , who 's there ? one answer'd him , haw , Which no body , &c. The man you 'll say was rudely bred ; The Prince shot a Bullet into his head , His haw had been better spared then said , Which no body , &c. Prince Maurice then , to second his Brother , Discharg'd his Pistol , and down fell another , 'T were pitty but news were sent to his Mother , Which no body , &c. Lord Digby slew one to his great fame , So did Monsieur de Lisl● , and Sir Rich. Crane , And another French man , with a harder name , Which no body , &c. Prince Rupert to his own Force retired , And bad them not shoot till their Doublets were fired , His Courage and Conduct were both admired , Which no body , &c. He Charged but twice , yet made them shrink , 'T were hard to get off now one would think , Yet both can do it as easie as drink . Which no body , &c. Then have amongst ye , quoth Sir Lewes Dives , For a good Cause you know alwayes thrives , His heart in his shoulders cost many mens lives , Which no body , &c. John Byron did as bravely fight ; To the Prince of Wales his great delight , He came home in safety and was made a Knight . Which no body , &c. My Friend David Walter in Doublet white , Without any Armes either rusty or bright , Charg'd through them twice like a little spright , Which no body , &c. But oh Prince Maurice , where was he ? Where one of us would be loath to be , Surrounded with Butchers three times three , Which no body , &c. These men of East-cheap little said , But all their blows at his head they made , As if they had been at work at their Trade , Which no body , &c. Then came a French-man fiery and keen , He broke the Ring and came in between , Ere a man let a — not a Butcher was seen . Which no body , &c. Brave Lord Wilmot , by whose hands did fall Many a Rebell stout and tall , Came to him without any Armes at all , Which no body , &c. Their Horses then close up they spur'd , The wounds they gave were all with the Sword , Their Pistols proved not worth a — Which no body , &c. But the Parliament having quite forgot To Vote that Sandys should not be shot By the hand of a Mounsier he went to the pot . Which no body , &c. Douglas a Scotch-man of great fame Was slain that day for want of the same ; The Houses in this were much to blame , Which no body , &c. Of all their chief Commanders that day , I hold it fit I should something say , His name was Brown , and he ran away , Which no body , &c. If a few more o 'em should shew such a freak , Both Houses surely would quickly break , And honester men would have leave to speak , Which no body , &c. They fly , they fly , Prince Rupert cry'd , No sooner said , but away they hy'd ; The force of his Armes they durst not abide , Which no body can deny .

Smectymnuus , or the Club-Divines . SMectymnuus ! the Goblin makes me start ! I' th' Name of Rabbi Abraham , what art ? Syriack ? or Arabick ? or Welch ? what skilt ? Ap all the Brick-layers that Babel built ! Some Conjurer translate , and let me know it , Till then 't is fit for a West-Saxon Poet. But do the Brother-hood then play their Prizes Like Mummers in Religion with disguises ? Out-brave us with a name in Rank and File , A name ▪ which if 't were train'd , would spread a Mile ; The Saints monopolie , the zealous cluster , Which , like the Porcupine , presents a muster , And shoots his quills at Bishops and their Sees , A Devont litter of young Maccabees . Thus Jack of all trades hath devoutly shown The twelve Apostles on a cherry-stone , Thus fashion's Al-a-Mode in Treasons fashion ; Now we have heresie by Complication . Like to Don Quixots Rosary of slaves Strung on a chain ; a Murnival of Knaves Packt in a trick , like Gypsies when they ride , Or like Colleagues , which fit all on a side : So the vain Satyrists stand all a row , As hollow teeth upon a Lute-string show : Th' Italian Monster , pregnant with his Brother , Natures Diaeresis , half one another , He , with his little sides-man Lazarus , Must both give way unto Smectymnuus . Next Sturbridge Fair is Smecks , for lo his side Into a five-fold Lezar's multipli'd . Under each arm there 's tuckt a double gyssard , Five faces lurk under one single vizard : The Whore of Babylon left these brats behind , Heirs of confusion by Gavelkind . I think Pythagoras's foul is rambl'd hither , With all the change of Rayment on together : Smec is her general Ward-robe , shee 'l not dare To think of him as of a thorough fare ; He stops the Gossiping Dame ; alone he is The purlew of a Metempsichosis . Like a Scotch Mark , where the more modest sense Checks the loud phrase , and shrinks to 13. pence ▪ Like to an Ignis fatuus , whose flame , Though sometimes tripartite , joynes in the same : Like to nine Taylors , who if rightly spell'd , Into one man are Monosyllabel'd : Short-handed zeal in one hath cramped many , Like to the Decalogue in a single penny . See , see ! how close the curs hunt under sheet , As if they spent in Quire , and scann'd their feet ; One Cure , and five Incumbents leap a truss : The title sure must be litigious ! The Sadduces would raise a question , Who must be Smec at th' Resurrection . Who coop'd them up together were to blame , Had they but wire-drawn , & spun out their name , 'T would make another Prentices Petition Against the Bishops and their Superstition . Robson and French ( that count from five to five , As far as nature fingers did contrive , She saw they would be sessors , that 's the cause She cleft her hoof into so many claws , ) May tire their Carret-bunch , yet ne're agree To rate Smectymnuus for Pole-money . Caligula , whose pride was mankinds bail , ( As who disdain'd to murther by retail ) Wishing the world had but one general neck , His glutton blade might have found game in Smec . No eccho can improve the Author more , Whose lungs pay use on use , to half a score : No Felon is more letter'd , though the brand Both superscribes his shoulder and his hand . Some Welsh-man was his Godfather , for he Wears in his name his Genealogy . The Banes are ask'd , would but the time give way , Beewixt Smectymnuus and Et caetera ; The Guests invited by a friendly Summons , Should be the Convocation and the Commons ; The Priest to tye the Foxes tayles together , Mosely , or Sancta Clara , chuse you whether . See , what off-spring every one expects ! What strange pluralities of men and sects ? One sayes hee 'l get a Vestery , another Is for a Synod : But upon the Mother : Faith ! cry St. George , let them go to 't , and stickle , Whether a Conclave or a Conventicle : Thus might Religions catterwaul , and spight , Which uses to divorce , might once unite . But their crosse Fortunes interdict their trade , The Groom is Rampant , but the Bride displaid . My task is done , all my Hee-Goats are milkt , So many Cards i' th' stock , and yet be bilkt ? I could by Letters now untwist the Rabble , Whip Smec from Constable to Constable . But there I leave you to another dressing , Only kneel down and take your Fathers blessing , May the Queen Mother justifie your fears , And stretch her Patent to your leather ears .

A Lenten Letany . Composed for a confiding Brother , for the benefit and edification of the Faithfull Ones . FRom Villany drest in the Doublet of Zeal , From three Kingdomes bak'd in one Common weal , From a gleek of Lord Keepers of one poor Seal , Libera nos , &c. From a Chancery-writ , and a whip and a bell , From a Justice of Peace that never could spell , From Collonel P. and the Vicar of Hell . Libera nos , &c. From Neat's feet without socks , and three-peny Pyes . From a new sprung Light that will put out ones eyes , From Goldsmiths-hall , the Devil , and Excise , Libera nos , &c. From two hours talk without one word of sense , From Liberty still in the future tense , From a Parliament long-wasted Conscience , Libera nos , &c. From a Coppid Crown-tenent prick'd up by a Brother , From damnable Members , and fits of the Mother . From Ears like Oysters that grin at each other , Libera nos , &c. From a Preacher in buff , and a Quarter-staff-steeple ▪ From th' unlimited Soveraigne Power of the People , From a Kingdom that crawles on its knees like a Creeple , Libera nos , &c. From a vinegar Priest on a Crab-tree stock , From a foddering of Prayer four hours by the Clock . From a holy Sister with a pittifull Smock , Libera nos , &c. From a hunger-starv'd Sequestrators maw , From Revelations and Visions that never man saw , From Religion without either Gospel or Law , Libera nos , &c. From the Nick and Froth of a Peny Pot-house , From the Fiddle and Crosse , and a great Scotch Louse , From Committees that chop up a Man like a Mouse , Libera nos , &c. From broken shins , and the blood of a Martyr , From the Titles of Lords , and Knights of the Garter , From the teeth of mad-dogs , and a Country mans quarter , Libera nos , &c. From the Publique Faith , and an Egg & Butter , From the Irish Purchasers , and all their clutter , From Omega's nose , when he fettles to sputter , Libera nos , &c : From the zeal of Old Harry lock'd up with a Whore , From waiting with Plaints at the Parliament dore , From the death of a King without why or wherefore , Libera nos , &c. From the French disease ; and the Puritan fry , From such as nere swear , but devoutly can lye , From cutting of capers full three story high , Libera nos , &c. From Painted glass , and Idolatrous cringes , From a Presbyter's Oath that turns upon hinges , From Westminster Jews with Levitical fringes , Libera nos , &c. From all that is said , and a thousand times more , From a Saint , and his Charity to the Poor , From the Plagues that are kept for a Rebel in store . Libera nos , &c.

The Second Part. THat if it please thee to assist Our Agitators , and their List , And Hemp them with a gentle twist , Quaesumus te , &c. That it may please thee to suppose Our actions are as good as those That gull the People through the Nose , Quaesumus te , &c. That it may please thee here to enter , And fix the rumbling of our center , For we live all at peradventure , Quaesumus te , &c. That it may please thee to unite The flesh and bones unto the sprite , Else Faith and literature good night , Quaesumus te , &c. That it may please thee O that wee May each man know his Pedigree , And save that plague of Heraldry , Quaesumus te , &c. That it may please thee in each Shire Cities of refuge Lord to rear , That failing Brethren may know where , Quaesumus te , &c. That it may please thee to abhor us , Of any such dear favour for us , That thus have wrought thy peoples sorrows , Quaesumus te , &c. That it may please thee to embrace Our dayes of thanks and fasting face , For robbing of thy holy place , Quaesumus te , &c. That it may please thee to adjourn The day of judgement , least we burn , For lo it is not for our turn , Quaesumus te , &c. That it may please thee to admit A close Committee there to sit , No Devil to a Humane wit ! Quaesumus te , &c. That it may please to dispence A little for convenience , Or let us play upon the sense , Quaesumus te , &c. That it may please thee to embalm The Saints in Robin Wisdom's Psalm , And make them musical and calm , Quaesumus te , &c. That it may please thee , since 't is doubt , Satan cannot throw Satan out , Unite us and the Highland rout . Quaesumus te , &c ▪

AN ELEGIE On the Death of Sir B●vile Grenvile . TO build upon the merit of thy Death , And raise thy Fame from thy expiring Breath , Were to s●eal Glories from thy Life , and tell The World , that Grenvil only did dye well . But all thy Dayes were fair , the same Sun rose , The Lustre of thy Dawning , and thy Close . Thus to her Urn th' Arabian wonder flyes , She lives in Perfumes , and in Perfumes dyes : E're stormes , and tumults ( Names undreaded here ) Could in their Bloome and In●ancy appeare ; He in the stock and treasure of his mind Had heaps of Courage , and just heat combin'd . Where , like the thrifty Ant , he kept in store Enough for Spring , but for a Winter more . In Peace he did direct his thoughts on Warrs , And learn't in silence how to combat Jarres . And though the Times look't smooth and would allow No track of Frown or Wrincle in their Brow : Yet his quick sight perceiv'd the Age would low'r , And , while the Day was faire , fore-saw the Show'r . At this the prudent Augur did provide Where to endure the storme , not where to hide , And sought to shun the Danger now drawn nigh , Not by Concealment but by Victory . As valiant Seamen , if the Vessel knock , Rather sayle o're it , than avoid the Rock . And thus Resolv'd , he saw on either hand , The Causes , and their bold Abettors stand . The Kingdoms Law is the pretence of each , Which these by Law preserve , these by its breach , The Subjects Liberty each side maintains , These say it consists in freedom , these in Chaines , These love the decent Church , but these not pass To dresse our Matron by the Geneva Glass ? These still enshrine their God ; but these adore Him most at some Ara●nah's Threshing-floor . Each part defends their King a several way , By true Subjection these , by Treasons they . But our Spectatour soon unmask't the sin , And saw all Serpent through that specious skin . And midst their best Pretext did still despair , In any dresse to see their Moor look fair . And though the Number weigh'd i th' popular scale As light things float still with the tyde and gale , He with the solid mixt , and did conclude , Justice makes Parties great , not Multitude . And with this constant Principle possest , He did alone expose his single Breast , Against an Armies force , and bleeding lay , The great Restorer o' th' Declining Day . Thus slain thy Valiant Ancestor did lye , When his one Bark a Navy durst defie , When now encompass'd rounds he Victor stood , And bath'd his Pinnace in his conquering Blood . Till all his Purple current dry'd and spent , He fell , and left the Waves his Monument , Where shall next famous Grenvills Ashes stand ? Thy Grandsire fills the Seas , and Thou the Land .

To my Lord Bishop of S. on New-years day . THough with the course and motion of the year , Not only Starres and Sun Move where they first begun ; But Things and Actions do Keep the same Circle too , Return'd to the same point in the same Sphear . Griefs and their Causes still are where they stood , 'T is the same Cloud and Night Shuts up our Joyes and Light : Warres as remote from Peace , And Bondage from Release , As when the Sun his last years Circuite rode . Though Sword and Slaughter are not Parted hence , But we like years and times , Meet in unequal chimes , Now a Cloud and then a Sun , Vndoe and are undone , Let loose and stopt by th' Orbes intelligence . Though Combates have so thick and frequent stood , That we at length may raise A Calendar of dayes , And style them foul or fair , By their success , not Aire : And sign our Festivals by Rebels blood . Though the sad years are cloath'd in such a dress , That times to times give place , And seasons shift their grace , Not by our Cold or Heat , But Conquest or Defeat : And Losse makes Winter , Summer , happiness . Nay though a greater Ruine yet await ; Such as the Active curse , The new disease . Sent to make worst times worse , Deaths keen and secret dart , The shame of Hearbs and Art Which proves at once our Wonder and our Fate . Though these conspire to fully our request , And labour to destroy , And kill your New-years joy . Yet still your wonted Art Will keep our wish in heart . Proportion'd not toth ' times but to your breast Thus in the Storm you Calme and Silence find , Nor Sword nor Sickness can approach your mind .

A SATYR , Occasioned by the Author's Survey of a Scandalous Pamphlet , intituled The Kings Cabinet opened . WHen Lawes and Princes are despis'd and cheap , When High patcht Mischiefs all are in the heap ; Returns must still be had ; Guilt must strive more Though not to ' Enoble , yet to Enlarge her store . Poor cheap Design ! the Rebell now must flie To Packet Warre , to Paper-Treacherie . The Basiliskes are turn'd to Closet-Spies , And to their Poys'nous adde Enquiring eyes : As Snakes and Serpents should they cast their sting , Still the same Hate , though not same Poyson fling ; And their Vain teeth to the same point addresse , With the like Rancor , though unlike Successe : So those that into undiscerning veines , Have thrown their Venom-deep , and their dark stains , By frail Advantages , still find it good , To keep th' Infection high i th' Peoples Blood . " For Active Treason must be doing still : " Lest she unlearn her Art of doing ill . Who now have waded through all Publick aw , Will break through Secrets and prophane their Law . Know you , that would their Act and Statute see , Nature kept Court , and made it her Decree . When Angells talke , all their Conceipts are brought From Minde to Minde , and they discourse by Thought . A Close Idea moves , and Silence flies To post the Message , and dispatch Replies , And though Ten Legions , in the Round are bent , They only hear to whom the Talk was meant . Now , though in Men a different Law controules , And Soules are not Embassadours to Soules : Nature gave Reason power to find a way , Which none but these could venture to betray . " Two close safe Pathes she did bequeath to men , " In Presence , Whisper ; and at Distance , Penne. Publick Decrees and Thoughts were else the same , Nor went it to Converse , but to Proclaim . Conceipts were else but Records , but by this care Our Thoughts no Commons , but Inclosures are : What bold Intruders then are , who assail To cut their Prince's Hedge , and break his Pale ? That so Vmanly gaze , and dare be seen Ev'n then , when He converses with his Queen ? Yet , as who breaks the tall Bank's rising Side , And all the Shore doth levy with the Tyde , Doth not confine the Waves to any Bound , But the whole Streame may gain upon the Ground ; So these , streight Prospect scorn , and Private View , " The Crime is small that doth engage a Few . These print their Shame , they must compleat their Sinne : Not take some Waves , and shut the Sluce agen But , to the Raging of their Sea , they do Let in the Madnesse of the People too . But , 'cause their Crime must wear a Mask and Vail , And fain the Serpent would conceal his Tail . No sooner comes the Libell to our view , But see a stay'd demure , grave Preface too : Which seems to shew they would not thus intrude , Nor presse so far , but for the Publick good : But as some London Beggers use to stand , In Grecians Coats with Papers in their hand , Who are ( as them indifferent Parts we meet ) English at Home , but solemn Greeks i th' street . Of whom uncloath'd , and when the truth is heard , Constantinople only knows the Beard . So this sly Masker , lay its Tinsell by , Is only Painted Zeal , and Pageantry , We need not let our Satyr here compute , How it prophanes God in his Attribute . See the Preface But for it●s Light it need no B●shell call , A Sempstresse Thimble will Eclypse it all . O! in what meeknesse it pretends to creep ! How well the Tyger personates the Sheep ! It not Returns ill Language to the King , Though the next Lines the Psalms against Him bring . Then it to th' Business comes , and lets us know , Who reads it either is its Friend , or Foe . If Friend , the Scandals all must true appear : If Foe ( alack the man is ne're the near . ) Foe no Light moves , no Miracles like these , Hee 'le say they 're not the Kings too , if he please . And tell us pray ? what , may'nt your last words stand ? You counterfeit his Seal , why not his Hand ? But to admit , We now deduce and bring , What after-notes clearly imply o th' King . First , They His Comfort from His Secrets wrest . They doe allow the King , but not the Breast , The Sacred Knot must have a Tye , and Force , To joyne their Hands , but yet their Thoughts Divorce : And , as the Ivye weddes her Consort-Tree , Though joyn'd , and close their chast Embraces be , Yet in those Twinnes and Circuits we can find No Traffique , no Commerce of mind with mind : So must the Sacred Laws of Marriage pierce ; Here she may Sprout and Grow , but not Converse . And , like a Plant remov'd by Grafters toyle , She finds not Nuptials , but a change of Soyle . England to th' Queen transplanted thus must prove , No Forraigne Kingdom● , but a Forraigne Grove . But , least this groundlesse seem , they reasons vex , And tell the World Shee 's of the Weaker Sex . In what wilde Braines this Madnesse first began ! They 're wondrous angry , 'cause the Queen 's no Man . Fond Sirs forbear , do not the world perplex : Reason and Judgement are not things of Sex . Souls and their Faculties were never heard To be confin'd to th' Doublet , and the Beard . Consult one Age from this , and you shall find A Queen the Glory of your Annals shin'd . But who to farre and distant Objects flies , Must say the Sun wants Lustre , or he Eyes . Our Present injur'd Queen returns that store , And doth again , what could be done before : By the King's Judgement , shews Her own is Right , And still she meets His Ray with her own Light . Thus the wise King to Shebah's Queen was known , Who knew Him wise by Wisedom of her own . But as all Publick Knowledge barr'd must be , So Houshold-Acts must have their Mysterie : No Circumstance can passe , no Servant made , But must be wrapt in silence and close shade . One Place in Court a Riddle must afford , Worthy a secret Sybi●s dark Record . As the Kings Acts must all their limits prove , So their Restraint and Reins must check his Love . Esteems of 's Consort by their pitch must fly , Nor must He rate his Dear Queens Health too high . He must affect thus far , and then no more , His Tydes must be proportion'd to their shore ; His Tenderness their Weights and Ballanc● weare , By Graines and Scruples they Confine His Care , But ( Savage ) know , there can no ransome be Poys'd with the Health of such a Queen as She. She that at once such weighty Acts can do , That can be Queen and yet negotiate too : Send and be sent , and without more demurre , Be both the Queen and her Embassadour . That gives dispatch for Ships , and when she please , Divides the Empire with the Queen o' th Seas : Who dares the threats of any danger stand , The stubborn Rock , or the Devouring Sand. And though the Sea swell like Her fate , and Grave , Look at Her Consort , and despise the Wave . The Captive Queen did ( thus ) the Tyrant tell , I am no Captive so my King be well . Q. Curtius , lib. 3. By these her worth and rate is faintly known , Past stories blush when she erects Her own . Search old gray Annals , you may find at length , Some Queen in Vigour , and her mid-day strength ; Who in her injured Consorts cause , referres To Copies glancing at these Acts of Hers. But if Infirm and Sickly Queens we scanne , No story patterns her , None ever can Shew us a Queen fraught with such wide Affairs , Here private Weaknesse , there a Kingdom 's cares , Perplext and tortur'd from her rest and ease , By a Rebellion here , there a Disease : Advice , and Medcines at one time we view , A Counsel-board , Board of Physicians too . Yet her Capacious Soul both these defeats , While this hand holds Instructions , that Receipts . These are our fam'd Queens Crimes , but yet one more Must be the main Ingredient of the store . Which seems to presse so deep , there 's nought so bright , But this may sully all its lustre quite : 'T is her Religions Care : She tryes Her Pow'rs To keep that still , do not we so for Ours ? Why to one Face so diff'rent shapes have bin , What Virtue is in Vs , in Her is Sin . Our diff'rent Faiths did long together grow , And neither suffer'd , neither losse did know : And like a stream , which 'twixt two fields doth flow , Which as it Moistens , so Divides them too : So did the Kingdoms Law throw Dew and growth , In Weight and just proportion unto both , And like a parting Current , slide along To keep them wide , that neither neither Wrong . Our Faiths were then but Two , but since a sp'rit So many Mushrome Sects rais'd in a Night : The Protestant ( as she could Parties gain Who unconcern'd were in the Dregs and staine ) Did recommend her Votaries , and bring Her Faith to its Defender , our Just King . Who with such Zeal hath kept her Rites entire , As well from Languishing , as from strange Fire : That still the Censer savours its true scent , Without Accession , yet no Perfume spent ; The happy Martyrs find their Faith had stood In Him , as when they bath'd it in their blood . They joy to see , that He his God adores , Not at High-places , nor at Threshing-floores , But spight of Scandals , pays his Homage still In the Just Beauty of the Sion-Hill . The Other Sects , though as in Common-fields , Which Swine , and Horses , Mules and Oxen yields , Who though at Distance fed , Approaching clash , And disproportion'd shapes together dash ▪ So they , though one Rebellion them sustain , Themselves Accuse , and are Accus'd again . Could they comply , then possibly might dwell Some faint Agreement , though no Peace in Hell : Now , these nice tasts no Forraign aids indure , ( Their Rebell Scots are English Rebells sure , ) No , nor the Papists : much it with them sticks , Lest these Mens Punniards should be Hereticks : Their souls would be prophan'd , and clean undun , Should they be slain by an Idolatrous Gun . Go lay your Vizar by , your Masking stuff , The Devil is tyr'd , and Hell hath laugh'd enough : The world descryes the Cheat , 't is quickly known They no Faith hate , who have Resolv'd on None . These may not fight : that is , the King you 'd have Tamely forsake his Crown , and be your Slave . His Easier Subjects long agoe you gat , All who approv'd your Baite , and swallow'd that . Indeed , Discerning souls the snare forsook , And through the Wave did still descry the Hook : But yet so close designs were cast about , Your Race was half runne e're the King set out , Yet you complain , and guilty fears do gnaw , Lest you should scanted be for Space and Law : Conscious , though you your cause did forward meet , Its Guilt and Sin hangs Plummets at its feet . Are not the Jews , Walloones , the Turks , and all meet , Whom from as Diff'rent Gods as Lands you call , An Army strong to keep the cause in heart , But that the King must with His Subjects part ? Can no Accession so much safety send , But you will Dread Him still before you end ? Sometimes at Ebbes his God doth let Him stand , That so the Rescue may declare His hand . But , what ( you hope ) may make the King's side pause , Is what he writes about the Penall Laws . Poor shallow souls , I deem it one from hence To forfeit Loyalty , and forfeit Sence . Shall such as wast their Blood be quite debarr'd , And kept without the Pale from all Reward ? Shall fame report , shall after Ages tell , So just a King regards not who do dwell ? But you pretend , this was a State-Decree , Nor without Pow'r which made may cancel'd be The King nev'r sayes it shall : but cannot doubt That when his God hath brought his work about , And shifted Jarres and Tumults into Ease , And set him 'midst his Counsell in High peace : Their joynt united suffrage will think fit To give this Act , or something Great as it . But see , His Pardon then to Ireland came , ( Wild Rebells ) offers he not you the same ? He holds still out the same fresh chearfull Ray , You shut your Windows and exclude the Day : Embrace the shine , or else expect the stroak , The Flint the Sun ne're melts , at last is broke . But now the Flood-gates op● , and a free ●luce , ●ets in all sencelesse Doctrines , and wild use ; And by Comparing what 's said long agoe , Finds Disproportion in the King's Acts now . His past Resolves it up to Present brings , His Vowes to Vowes , and Things to combate Things . A Different face throughout , and a fresh Scene Succeed : and all his Acts seem shifted clean . Weak men ! who are depriv'd by Guilt or chance , Of all the lights of Common Circumstance ; That have unlearn't that Actions shift their Face , And da●e their worth from Persons , Time , and Place . And sundry such , from whose Negl●cts appear Acts as Sinnes there , which are Try'd Virtues here . For instance then , o●t as the King reflects His Oath 's enjoyn , His People he protects . Which Oathes extent , and Circuit we may view Spread ore th' Five Execrable Members too . Yet ( far as 't them concerns ) that Chain is broke , That Oath left Him , because they le●t His Yoake ▪ Now of this Pitch , and Size , do still appear All Aiery Scruples which are started there . The King Declared , He thought you meant no ill , Say , would you have the King Declare so still ? Allow but Different Circumstance , and we Find all your Scandalls will his Glories be . Now , as the worst things have some things of stead , And some T●ades treasure Jewells in their Head . So doth this Libels womb Girt , and contain . What though it compasse Round ? it cann●t stain Lines of so cleare , yet ●o Majestick straine ; A most Transparent , yet a close-wove Veine ; Which when we reach its Sense , we may descry , We see more by its Light , then our own Eye . So Phoebus ( when the Cloud and Night is done ) Lends us his Light , to know he is the Sunne . Yet this expressive clearnesse is but barke , An Out-side Sunne which guards us from the dark . Here the Bright Language shuts in Brighter sense , Rich Diamonds sleep within a Crystall Fence . Gemmes of that rate , to Tully they 'd appear Fit purchase for his Critick Senates Ear : And their whole Shine in a full Lustre tends To God , His Conscience , Consort , and his Friends .

THE CLOSE . No winding Characters , no secret Maze , Could so perplex , but they have found their wayes . They thred the Labyrinth , and what to do ? Whe'r tends the Guide ? what purchase in this Clew ? Rash Alexander forc't King Gordius Knot , Q. Curtius lib. 2. And so in hand found he a Rope had got . A New Diurnal of Passages more Exactly drawn up then heretofore . Printed and Published , 't is order'd to be , By Henry Elsing the Clerk of the P.

1 June 1643. Since many Diurnals ( for which we are griev'd ) Are come from both Houses , and are not believ'd ; The better to help them for running and flying , We have put them in Verse to Authorize their lying . For it has been debated , and found to be true , That lying's a Parliament Priviledge too : And that they may the sooner our Conquests rehearse , We are minded to put them in Galloping Verse ; But so many Maim'd Souldiers from Reading there came , That in spight of the Surgeons , make our Verses go lame . We have ever us'd Fictions , and now it is known , Our Poverty has made us Poetical grown .

Munday . On Munday both Houses fell into debate , And were likely to fall by the ears as they sate ; Yet would they not have the businesse decided , That they ( as the Kingdom is ) might be divided . They had an intention to Prayers to go , But Ex tempore Prayers are now Common too . To Voting they fall , and the key of the work , Was the raising of Money for the State and the Kirk ▪ 'T is only Free-loan , yet this Order they make , That what Men would not lend they should Plunder and take ; Upon this , the word Plunder came into their minds , And all of them did labour a new one to find ; They call'd it distraining : yet thought it no shame , To persist in the Act , which they blusht for to name . They Voted all Persons from Oxford that came , Should be apprehended : and after the same , With an Humble Petition , the King they request , He 'd be pleas'd to return , and be serv'd like the rest . A Message from Oxford conducing to Peace , Came next to their hands , that Armes might cease : They Voted and Voted , and still they did vary , Till at last the whole sence of the House was contrary To reason ; they knew by their Armes they might gain ▪ What neither true reason , nor Law can maintain . Cessation was Voted a dangerous Plot , Because the King would have it , both Houses would not . But when they resolv'd it , abroad must be blowne , ( To baffle the World ) that the King would have none . And carefully muzled the mouth of the Press , Least the truth should peep through their jugling dress . For they knew a Cessation would work them more harmes , Than Essex could do the Cavaliers with his Arms. While they keep the Ships and the Forts in their hand , They may be Traytors 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 ●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 Prayse● , 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 ac●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 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 m●t●ers so deep , That the silent Speaker fell down fast asleep . He recovers himself and rub● 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 ●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 ●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 Porte● . 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 M●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 o● 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 ? The●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 Wave● in tumults , till they can Di●play themselves in a full Ocean . And if ●lind rage shall chance to miss its way , Bring stock enough alone to make a Sea . Thus trebble treason ▪ are secur'd and drown'd By lowder cryes of deeper mouth and ●ound . And high attempts swallow a puny p●ot , A● Cannons overwhelm the smaller ●hor Whiles the deaf senceless World inur'd a while ( Like the Catadupi●t ●t the fall of Nile ) To the fierce tumbling wonder , think it none , Thus Custom hallow●●rreligion ! And stroaks the patient beast till he admit The now-grown-light and necessary Bit. But whither do I ramble ? Gauled times Cannot endure a smart hand ore their crimes Distracted age ? What Dialect or fashion Shall I assume ? to passe the approbation Of thy censorious Synod ; which now sit High Areopagites to destroy all wit ? I cannot say , I say , that I am one Of th' Church of Ely-hous● , or Abington , Nor of those precious Spirits that can deal The Pomegranates of grace at every meal . No zealous Hemp-dresser yet dipp'd me in The Laver of adoption from my sin . Put yet if inspiration or a tale Of a long-wasted six hours length prevail A smooth Certificate from the sister-hood , Or to be termed holy before good , Religious malice , or a faith 'thout works Other than may proclaim us Jews or Turks : If these , these hint at any thing ? Then , then Whoop ! my dispairing Hope come back agen : For since the inundation of grace , All honesty's under water , or in chase . But 't is the old worlds dotage , thereupon We feed on dreams , imagination , Humours , and cross-grain'd passions which now reign In the decaying elements of the brain . 'T is hard to coin new fancies , when there be So few that lanch out in discovery . Nay Arts are so far from being cherished , There 's scarce a Colledge but has lost its Head , And almost all its Members : O sad wound ! Where never an Artery could be judged sound ! To what a height is Vice now towred ? When we Dare not miscall it an Obliquitie ? So confident , and carrying such an awe , That it subscribes it self no lesse then Law ? If this be Reformation then ? The great Account pursued with so much bloud and sweat ? In what black lines shall our sad story be Deliver'd over to posterity ? With what a dash and scar shall we be read ? How has Dame Nature in us suffered ? Who of all Centuries the first age are That sunk the world for want of due repair ? When first we issued out in cryes and tears , ( Those salt presages of our future years ) Head-long we dropt into a quiet calm ; Times crown'd with rosie Garlands , spice and balm , Where first a glorious Church and mother came , Embrac'd us in her armes , gave us a name By which we live , and an indulgent brest , Flowing with stream to an eternal rest . Thus ravish'd , the poor Soul could not guess even , Which was more kind to her yet , earth or heaven . Or rather wrapped in a pious doubt Of heaven , whether she were in or out . Next the Great Father of our Country brings His blessing too , ( even the Best of Kings ) Safe and well-grounded Laws to guard our peace , And nurse our virtues in their just increase ; Like a pure Spring from whom all graces come , Whose boun●y made it double Christendome : Such and so sweet were those Halcyon dayes , That rose upon us in our Infant rayes ; Such a composed State we breathed under , We only heard of Jove , nere felt his thunder . Terrors were then as strange , as love now grown , Wrong and Revenge liv'd quietly at home . The sole contention that we understood , Was a rare strife and war in doing good . Now let 's reflect upon our gratefulness , How we have added , or ( O : ) made it less , What are th' improvements ? what our progress , where Those handsom acts that say that some men were ? He that to antient wreaths can bring no more From his own worth , dies banq'rupt on the score . For Father's Crests are crowned in the Son , And glory spreads by propogation . Now virtue shield me ! where shall I begin ? To what a labyrinth am I now slipp'd in ? What shall we answer them ? or what deny ? What prove ? or rather whither shall we fly ? When the poor widdow'd Church shall ask us where Are all her honours ? and that filial care We owed so sweet a Parent as the Spouse Of Christ , which here vouchsafed to own a house ? Where are her B●anerges ? and those rare Brave sons of consolation ? which did bear The Ark before our Israel , and dispence The heavenly Manna with such diligence ? In them the prim'tive Motto's come to passe , Aut mortui sunt , aut docent literas . Bless'd Virgin , we can only say we have Thy Prophets Tombes among us , and their grave . And here and there a man in colours paint , That by thy ●uines grew a mighty Saint . Next Caesar some accounts are due to thee , But those in Bloud already written be ; So loud and lasting , in such monstrous shapes , So wide the never to be clos'd wound gapes ; All ages yet to come with shivering , shall Recite the fearfull pres'dent of thy fall . Hence we confute thy tenent Solomon , Vnder the Sun a new thing hath been done ▪ A thing before all pattern , all pretence Of rule or copy : Such a strange offence Of such original extract , that it bears Date only from the Eden of our years . Laconian Agis ! we have read thy fate , The violence of the Spartan love and hate . How Pagans trembled at the thought of thee , And fled the horror of thy tragedie ; Thyestes cruel feast , and how the Sun Shrunk in his golden beams that fight to shun ▪ The bosoms of all Kingdoms open lye , Plain and emergent to th' inquiring eye . But when we glance upon our native home ▪ As the black Center to whom all points come , We rest amazed , and silently admire How far beyond all spleen ours did aspire . All that we dare assert , is but a cry Of an exchanged peace for Liberty ▪ A secret term by inspiration known , A mist that brooks no demonstration , Unlesse we dive into our purses , where We quickly find Our Freedom purely dear . But why exclaim you thus ? may some men say , Against the times ? when equal night and day Keep their just course ? the seasons still the same ? As sweet as when from the first hand they came ? The influence of the Stars benigne and free , As at first Peep up in their infancie ? 'T is not those standing motions that divide The space of years , nor the swift hours that glide Those little particles of age , that come In thronging Items that make up the Sum , That 's here intended : But our crying crimes , Our Monsters that abominate the times . 'T is we that make the Metonimie good By being bad , which like a troubled floud Nothing produce but slimy mire and dirt , And impudence that makes shame malepert . To travel further in these wounds that lye Rankling , though seeming closed , were to deny Rest to an ore-watch'd world , and force fresh tears From stench'd eyes , new alarum'd by old fears . Which if they thus shall heal and stop , they be The first that ere were cur'd by Lethargie . This only Axiom from ill Times increase I gather , There 's a time to hold ones peace .

The Commoners . 1 COme your wayes Bonny Boyes , Of the Town , For now is the time or never , Shall your fears , Or your cares Cast you down ? Hang your wealth , And your health , Get renown , We all are undone for ever . Now the King and the Crown Are tumbling down , And the Realm doth groan with disasters , And the scum of the land , Are the men that command , And our Slaves are become our Masters . 2 Now our lives Children , wives And Estate , Are a prey to the lust and plunder , To the rage Of our age ; And the fate Of our land Is at hand , 'T is too late To tread these Vsurpers under . First down goes the Crown , Then follows the Gown , Thus levell'd are we by the Roundhead , While Church and State must Feed their Pride and their Lust , And the Kingdom and King confounded . 3 Shall we still Suffer ill And be dumb ? And let every Varlet undo us ? Shall we doubt Of each Lowt , That doth come , With a voice Like the noise Of a Drum , And a Sword or a Buff-coat to us ? Shall we lose our estates By plunder and rates To bedeck those proud upstarts that swagger , Rather fight for your meat , Which these Locusts do eat , Now every man 's a beggar .

The Scots Curanto . 1. COme , come away to the English wars , A fig for our Hills and Valleys , 'T was we did begin and will lengthen their jarrs , We 'l gain by their loss and folleys ; Let the Nations By invasions , Break through our barrs , They can get little good by their salleys . 2. Though Irish and English entred be , The State is becom● our Debtor . Let them have our Land , if their own may be free And the Scot will at length be a getter . If they crave it Let them have it , What care we : We would fain change our Land for a better . 3. Long have we longed for the English Land , But we are hindred still by disasters , But now is their time , when they can't withstand , But are their own Countries wasters . If we venter , We may enter By command , And at last we shall grow to be Masters . 4. When at first we began to rebell , Though they did not before regard us , How the name of a Scot did the English quell ▪ Which formerly have out-dar'd us . For our comming And returning , They paid us well , And royally did reward us . 5. The better to bring our ends about , We must plead for a Reformation ; And tickle the minds of the giddy-brain'd rout ▪ With the hopes of an innovation . They will love us And approve us , Without doubt , If we bring in an alteration . 6. Down with the Bishops and their train , The Surplice and Common Prayers , Then will we not have a King remain , But we 'l be the Realms surveyers . So by little And a little We shall gain All the Kingdom without gain-sayers . 7. And when at the last we have conquer'd the King , And beaten away the Cavaleers , The Parliament next must the same ditty sing , And thus we will set the State by the ears . By their jarring And their warring We will bring , Their Estates to be ours , which they think to be theirs . 8. And thus when among us the Kingdom is shar'd , And the People are all made Beggars like we ; A Scot will be as good as an English Leard , O! what a unity this will be . As we gain it We 'l retain it By the sweard ; And the English shall say , bonny blew-cap for me .

An Answer to a Letter from Sir John Mennis , wherein he jeers him for falling so quickly to the use of the Directory . FRiend thou doest lash me with a story , A long one too of Directory ; When thou alone deserves the Birch , That brought'st the bondage on the Church . Didst thou not treat for Bristol City , And yield it up ? the more 's the pity . And saw'st thou not , how right or wrong The Common-prayer-book went along ? Did'st thou not scourse , as if enchanted For Articles Sir Thomas granted ? And barte● , as an Author saith , The Articles o th' Christian Faith ? And now the Directory jostles Christ out o th' Church and his Apostles ; And tears down the Communion rayles , That men may take it on their tayles . Imagine , Friend , Bochus the King Engraven on Sylla's Signet ring , Delivering up into his hands Fugurth , and with him , all his Lands ; Whom Sylla took and sent to Rome , There to abide the Senates doom . In the same posture I suppose , John standing in 's Doublet and Hose , Delivering up amidst the throng The Common-prayer and Wisedoms song To hands of Fairfax , to be sent A Sacrifice to the Parliament . Thou little thought'st what Jear began , Wrapt in that Treaty ? Busie John ▪ There lurk'd , the Fire that turn'd to Cinder , The Church her Ornaments to Tinder . There bound up in that Treaty lyes The fate of all our Christmass-pyes ; Our Holydaies there went to wrack , Our Wakes were laid upon their back , Our Gossips spoons away were lurcht , Our Feasts and Fees for Women churcht ; All this , and more ascribe we might To Thee at Bristol , wretched Knight . Yet thou upbraid'st and rayld'st in rime , On me , for that which was thy Crime . So froward Children in the Sun , Amidst their sports some shrew'd turn done , The faulty Youth begins to prate , And layes it on his harmlesse Mate . Dated , From Nympton where the Cider smiles , And James has horse as lame as Giles , The fourth of May , and dost thou hear ? 'T is as I take the 8th . year Since Portugal by Duke Braganza Was cut from Spain without a Hand-saw . I. S.

The Kings Disguise . ANd why a Tenant to this vile disguise , Which who but sees , blasphemes thee with his eyes ? My twins of light within their penthouse shrink , And hold it their Allegiance now to wink . Oh! for a state-distinction to arraign Charles of High Treason 'gainst my Soveraign . What an usurper to his Prince is wont , Cloyster and shave him , he himself hath don 't . His muffled feature speaks him a recluse , His ruines prove him a religious house . The Sun hath mew'd his beams from off his lamp , And Majesty defac'd the Royal stamp . It 's not enough thy Dignitie 's in thrall , But thou 'lt transmute it in thy shape and all ? As if thy blacks were of too faint a dye , Without the tincture of Tautology . Flay an Aegyptian for his Cassocks skin , Spun of his Countries darknesse , line't within With Presbyterian budge , that drowsie t●ance , The Synod-sable , foggy ignorance : Nor bodily , nor ghostly Negro could Rough-cast thy figure in a sadder mould : This Privy-Chamber of thy shape would be But the close-mourner of thy Royalty : T will break the circle of thy Jaylors spell , A Pearle within a rugged Oyster shell . Heaven , which the Minster of thy Person owns , Will fine thee for Dilapidations : Like to the martyr'd Abbeys courser doom , Devoutly alter'd to a Pidgeon-room : Or like the colledge by the changeling rabble , M — Elves , transform'd into a s●able . Or if there be a prop●anation higher , Such is the Sacriledge of thine attire , By which th' art half depos'd : thou lookst like one Whose looks are under sequestration . Whose Regenado form , at the first glance , Shews like the self-denying Ordinance , Angel of light , and darkness too , I doubt , Inspir'd within , and yet possess'd without : Majestick twi-light in the state of grace , Yet with an excommunicated face . Charles and his Mask are of a different Mint , A Psalm of mercy in a miscreant print The Sun wears mid-night , Day is beetle-brow'd , And lightning is in Keldar of a cloud . Oh the accurst Stenography of fate ! The Princely Eagle shrunk into a Bat. What charm , what Magick vapour can it be , That shrinks his ●ayes to this Apostasie ? It is but subtile ●ilm of tiffany air , No Cob-web vizard , such as Ladies wear , When they are veil'd on purpose to be seen , Doubling their lustre by their vanquish'd skreen , Nor the false scabbard of a Princes tough Metal , and three pild darkness , like the slough Of an imprison'd flame : 't is Faux in grain , Dark-Lanthorn to our high Meridian . Hell belcht the damp , the Warwick-castle Vote Rang Britains Corfeu , so our light went out . Thy visage is not legible , the letters , Like a Lords name writ in phantastick fetters : Cloaths where a Switzer might be buried quick : Sure they would fit the Body politick . False beard enough to fit a stages plot , For that 's the ambush of their wit , God wot . Nay all his Properties so strange appear , Y' are not i' th' presence , though the King be there . A Libel is his dress , a garb uncouth , Such as the Hue and Cry once purg'd at mouth . Scribling assassinate , thy lines attest An ear-mark due , Cub of the Blatant beast , Whose wrath before 't is syllabled for worse , Is Blasphemy unfledg'd , a callow curse . The Laplanders , when they would sell a wind Wafting to Hell , bag up thy phrase , and bind It to the Barque , which at the Voyage-end Shi●ts Poop , and breeds the Collicke in the Fiend . But I 'le not dubbe thee with a glorious scar , Nor sink thy Skullar with a man of War . The black mouth'd Si-quis , and this slandering suit , Both do alike in picture execute But since we 're all call'd Papists , why not date Devotion to the rags thus consecrate ? As Temples use to have their Porches wrought With Sphynxes , ●reatures of an antick draught , And puzling Pourtraictures , to shew that there Riddles inhabited , the like is here . But pardon Sir , since I presume to be Clerk of this Closet to your Majesty ; Me thinks in this your dark mysterious dresse I see the Gospel coucht in Parables . At my next view my pur-blind fancy ripes , And shews Religion in its dusky types . Such a Text-Royal , so obscure a shade , Was Solomon in proverbs all array'd . Come all the brats of this expounding age , To whom the spirit is in pupillage ; You that damn more than ever Sampson slew , And with his engine the same jaw-bone too : How is 't he scapes your Inquisition free , Since bound up in the Bibles livery ? Hence Cabinet-intruders , Pick-locks hence , You that dim Jewels with your Bristol-sence : And Characters , like Witches so torment , Till they confesse a guilt , though innocent . Keys for this Coffer you can never get , None but St ▪ Peter ope's this Cabinet . This Cabinet , whose aspect would benight Critick spectators with redundant light . A Prince most seen , is least : What Scriptures call The Revelation , is most mystical . Mount then thou Shadow-royal , and with hast Advance thy morning-star , Charles overcast . May thy strange journey contradictions twist , And force fair weather from a Scotish mist ; Heavens Confessors are pos'd , those star-ey'd sages To interpret Eclipse , thus riding stages . Thus Israel-like , he travels with a cloud , Both as a conduct to him and a shroud . But oh ! he goes to Gibeon , and renews A league with mouldy bread , and clouted shooes .

The Rebell SCOT. HOw ! Providence ! and yet a Scottish crew ! Then Madam nature wears black patches too ? What ? shall our Nation be in bondage thus Unto a Land that truckles under us ? Ring the Bells backward , I am all on fire , Not all the Buckets in a Country Quire Shall quench my rage . A Poet should be fear'd , When angry , like a Comets flaming beard . And where 's the Stoick ? can his wrath appease To see his Country sick of Pym's disease , By Scotch Invasion to be made a prey To such Pig-wiggin Myrmidons as they ? But that there 's charm in verse , I would not quote The name of Scot without an Antidote , Unlesse my head were red , that I might brew Invention there that might be poyson too . Were I a drowsie Judge , whose dismal note Disgorgeth halters , as a Juglers throat Doth ribbands : could I ( in Sir Emp'rick's tone ) Speak Pills in phrase , and quack destruction : Or roar like Marshall , that Geneva Bull , Hell and Damnation a Pulpit full : Yet to expresse a Scot , to play that prize , Not all those mouth-Granadoes can suffice . Before a Scot can properly be curst , I must ( like Hocas ) swallow daggers first . Come keen Iambicks with your Badgers feet , And Badger-like , bite till your teeth do meet . Help ye tart Satyrists to imp my rage , With all the Scorpions that should whip this age : Scots are like Witches , do but whet your pen , Scratch till the bloud come , they 'l not hurt you then . Now as the Martyrs were inforc'd to take The shapes of Beasts , like Hypocrites at stake , I 'le bait my Scot so , yet not cheat your eyes ; A Scot within a Beast is no disguise . No more let Ireland brag , her harmless Nation Fosters no Venom , since the Scots plantation : Nor can ours feign'd antiquity maintain , Since they came in , England hath Wolves again . The Scot that kept the Tower , might have shown ( Within the grate of his own breast alone ) The Leopard and the Panther , and ingrost What all those wild Collegiates had cost The honest high-shoes in their termly fees , First to the salvage Lawyer , next to these . Nature her self doth Scotch-men Beasts confesse , Making their Country such a wildernesse : A Land that brings in question and suspence Gods omni-presence , but that Charles came thence , But that Montross and Crawfords loyal band Atton'd their sins and christ'ned half the Land . Nor is it all the Nation hath these spots ; There is a Church , as well as Kirk of Scots : As in a picture , where the squinting paint Shews ●iend on this side , and on that side Saint . He that saw Hell in 's melancholly dream , And in the twi-light of his fancy's theam Sca●'d from his sins , repented in a fright , Had he view'd Scotland , had turn'd Proselyte . A Land where one may pray with curst intent , O may they never suffer banishment ! Had ●ain been Scot , God would have chang'd his doom , Not forc't him wander , but confin'd him home : Like Jews they spread , and as infection fly , As if the Devil had Ubiquity . Hence 't is they live at Rovers , and defie This or that place , Rags of Geography . They 'r Citizens o' th' world ; they 'r all in all , Scotland's a Nation Epidemicall . And yet they ramble not , to learn the mode How to be drest , or how to lisp abroad ; To return knowing in the Spanish shrug , Or which of the Dutch States a double Jug Resembles most , in belly , or in beard ; ( The Card by which the Marriners are steer'd . ) No , the Scots-Errant fight , and fight to eat , Their Ostrich-stomachs make their Swords their meat : Nature with Scots , as Tooth-drawers hath dealt , Who use to hang their teeth upon their Belt . Yet wonder not at this their happy choise , The Serpent's fatall still to Paradise . Sure England hath the Hemeroids , and these On the North posture of the patient seize , Like Leeches : thus thy Physically thirst After our bloud , but in the cure shall burst . Let them not think to make us run o' th' score , To purchase villanage as once before , When an Act pass'd to stroak them on the head , Call them good Subjects , buy them Gingerbread ; Nor Gold , nor Acts of grace , 't is Steel must tame The stubborn Scot : a Prince that would reclaim Rebells by yielding , doth like him , ( or worse ) Who sadled his own back , to shame his horse . Was it for this you left your leaner soil , Thus to lard Israel with Aegypts spoyle ? They are the Gospels Life guard : but for them The Garrison of new Jerusalem ! What would the Brethren do ? the Cause ! the Cause ! Sack possets , and the Fundamental Laws ! Lord ! what a goodly thing is want of shirts ! How a Scotch-stomach , and no meat , converts ! They wanted food and raiment , so they took Religion for their Seamstresse and their Cook . Unmask them well , their honours and estate , As well as conscience are sophisticate . Shrive but their titles , and their money poize , A Laird & twenty pounds pronounc'd with noise , When constru'd , but for a plain Yeoman go , And a good sober two-pence , and well so . Hence then you proud Impostors , get you gone , You Picts in Gentry and Devotion ; You scandal to the stock of Verse , a race Able to bring the Gibbet in disgrace . Hyperbolus by suffering did traduce The Ostracism , and sham'd it out of use . The Indian , that Heaven did forsware , Because he heard the Spaniards were there , Had he but known what Scots in Hell had been , He would , Erasmus like , have hung between : My Muse hath done . A voider for the nonce ; I wrong the Devil should I pick their bones . That dish is his , for when the Scots decease , Hell , like their Nation , feeds on Barnacles . A Scot , when from the Gallow-tree got loose , Drops into Styx , and turns a Soland-Goose .

The Scots Apostasie . IS 't come to this ? what shall the cheeks of fame , Stretcht with the breath of learned Londons name , Be flag'd again ? and that great piece of sence , As rich in Loyalty and Eloquence ▪ Brought to the Test , be found a trick of State ? Like Chymists tinctures , prov'd adulterate ? The Devil sure such language did atchieve , To cheat our un-forwarned Grandam Eve , As this impostour found out , to besot Th' experienc'd English to believe a Scot. Who reconcil'd the Covenants doubtfull sence ? The Commons argument , or the Cities pence ? Or did you doubt persistance in one good Would spoyle the fabrick of your Brotherhood , Projected first in such a forge of sin , Wa● fit for the grand Devils hammering ? Or was 't ambition that this damned fact Should tell the world you know the sins you act ? The infamy this super-treason brings , Blasts more than Murders of your sixty Kings ; A crime so black , as being advis'dly done , Those hold with these no competition . Kings only suffer'd then , in this doth lye Th' Assassination of Monarchy . Beyond this sin no one step can be trod , If not t' attempt deposing of your God : Oh were you so ingag'd , that we might see Heavens angry lightning 'bout your ears to flee Till you were shrivel'd to dust , and your cold Land , Parcht to a drought beyond the Lybian sand ▪ But 't is reserv'd , till Heaven plague you worse : Be Objects of an Epidemick curse . First , may your Brethren , to whose viler ends Your power hath bawded , cease to be your friends ; And prompted by the dictate of their reason , Reproach the Traytors though they hug the Treason . And may their jealousies increase and breed , Till they confine your steps beyond the Tweed . In forrain Nations may your loath'd name be A stigmatizing brand of infamy ; Till forc'd by general hate , you cease to rome The world , and for a plague to live at home : Till you resume your poverty , and be Reduc'd to beg where none can be so free To grant ; and may your scabby Land be all Translated to a general Hospitall , Let not the Sun afford one gentle ray , To give you comfort of a Summers day ; But , as a guerdon for your Trayterous War , Live cherish'd only by the Northern star . No stranger deign to visit your rude coast , And be to all but banisht men , as lost . And such in heightning of the infliction due , Let provok'd Princes send them all to you . Your State a Chaos be , where not the Law , But power , your lives and liberties may aw . No Subject 'mongst you keep a quiet brest , But each man strive through bloud to be the best ; Till , for those miseries on us you 've brought , By your own Sword our just revenge be wrought . To sum up all — let your Religion be , As your Allegiance , mask'd hypocrisie : Untill , when Charles shall be compos'd in dust , Perfum'd with Epithetes of good and just ; HE sav'd , incensed Heaven may have forgot T' afford one act of mercy to a Scot , Unlesse that Scot deny himself , and do ( What 's easier far ) renounce his Nation too .

The Scots Arrears . FOur hundred thousand pounds ! A lusty Bag indeed : Was 't ever known so vast a Sum Ere past the River Tweede ? Great pity it is , I swear , Whole Carts was thither sent , Where hardly two in fifty knew , What Forty shillings meant : But 't was to some perceiv'd , Three Kingdoms were undone . And those that sit here thought it fit , To settle them one by one , Now Ireland hath no haste , So there they 'le not begin ; The Scotish ayde must first be paid , For ye came freely in , And William Lilly writes — Who writes the truth you know ; In frosty weather they marched hither . Up to the chins in snow . Free quarter at excesse , They do not weigh a feather , Those Crowns for coals , brought in by shoals ; Scarce kept their men together , Of Plunder they esteem As trifles of no worth , Of force ye dote , because recruit Issued no faster forth . If once this Cash is paid , I hope the Scot be spedd , He need not steal , but fairly deal , Both to be cloth'd and fedd . Our sheep and Oxen may Safe in their pastures stand , What need they filch the cow That 's milch to sojourn in their land . I wonder much the Scot With this defiles his hand , Because the summ's a price of Rome , Rais'd out of the Bishops lands ; But too too well ye know To what intent they in come ; 'T was not their pains produc'd this gains , 'T was sent to pack them home : Methinks I hear them laugh To see how matters proved , And give a shout , it so fell out , Ye were more fear'd than loved . If Jockey after this Reneaginge hath forgot , From antient fires , 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 . ●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 s●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 aged 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 the man that delights in solfa , For Sack is his only Rozin . A load of hey ho , is not worth a ha ha , He 's a man for my money that draws in ; Then a pin for the muck , and a pin for ill luck , 'T is better be blithe and frolick , Than sigh out our breath , and invite our own death By the Gout , or the Stone , or the Collick .

On the Goldsmiths Committee . COm Drawer , some wine , Or wee 'll pull down the Sign , For we are all joviall Compounders : We 'll make the house ring , With healths to our KING , And confusion light on his Confounders . Since Goldsmiths Committee Affords us no pitty , Our sorrows in Wine we will steep 'um , They force us to take Two Oaths , but wee 'll make A third , that we ne'er meant to keep 'um . And next , who e're sees , We drink on our knees , To the King , may he thirst that repines : A fig for those Traytors That look to our waters , They have nothing to do with our Wines . And next , here 's a Cup To the Queen , fill it up , Were it poyson we would make an end on 't ; May Charles and she meet . And tread under feet Both Presbyter and Independent . To the Prince , and all others , His Sisters and Brothers , As low in condition as high born , We 'll drink this , and pray That shortly they may See all them that wrongs them at Tyburn . And next , here 's three bouls To all gallant souls , That for the King did , and will venter ; May they flourish when those That are his , and their foes , Are hang'd and ram'd down to the Center . And next , let a Glasse To our undoers passe , Attended with two or three Curses : May plagues sent from Hell Stuff their bodies as well As the Cavaliers coyn doth their purses . May the Cannibals of Pym Eat them up limb by limb , Or a hot Feaver scorch 'um to embers ; Pox keep 'um in bed Untill they are dead , And repent for the losse of their Members . And may they be found In all to abound , Both with Heaven and the Countries anger , May they never want Fractions , Doubts , Fears , and Distractions , Till the Gallow-tree choaks them from danger .

The mad Zealot . AM I mad , O noble Festus , When Zeal and godly knowledge Have put me in hope To deal with the Pope , As well as the best in the Colledge ? Boldly I preach , hate a Crosse , hate a Surplice , Miters , Copes , and Rochets : Come hear me pray nine times a day , And fill your heads with Crochets . In the house of pure Emanuel I had my Education , Where my friends surmise I dazell'd mine eyes With the light of Revelation . Boldly I preach , &c. They bound me like a Bedlam , They lasht my four poor quarters ; Whilst thus I endure , Faith makes me sure To be one of Foxes Martyrs . Boldly I preach , &c. These injuries I suffer Through Antichrists perswasions ; Take off this Chain , Neither Rome nor Spain Can resist my strong invasions . Boldly I preach , &c. Of the beasts ten horns ( God blesse us ! ) I have knock'd off three already : If they let them alone , I 'le leave him none : But they say I am too heady . Boldly I preach , &c. When I sack'd the seven-hill'd City , I met the great red Dragon ; I kept him aloof With the armour of proof , Though here I have never a rag on . Boldly I preach , &c. With a fiery Sword and Target There fought I with this Monster : But the sons of Pride My Zeal deride , And all my deeds misconster . Boldly I preach , &c. I unhors'd the Whore of Babel With the Lance of Inspirations : I made her stink , And spill her drink In the cup of Abominations , Boldly I preach , &c. I have seen two in a Vision , With a flying Book between them : I have been in despair Five times a year , And cur'd by reading Greenham , Boldly I preach , &c. I observ'd in Perkins Tables The black Lines of Damnation , Those crooked veins So stuck in my Brains , That I fear'd my Reprobation , Boldly I preach , &c. In the holy tongue of Canaan I plac'd my chiefest pleasure , Till I prickt my foot , With an Hebrew root , That I bled beyond all measure . Boldly I preach , &c. I appear'd before th' Archbishop , And all the High Commission : I gave him no Grace , But told him to his face That he favour'd Superstition . Boldly I preach , hate a Crosse , hate a Surplice , Miters , Copes , and Rochets : Come hear me pray nine times a day , And fill your heads with Crotchets .

Of banishing the Ladies out of Town . 1. A Story strange I will unfold , Then which a sadder ne're was told , How the Ladies were from London sent , With mickle woe and discontent . 2 A heart of Marble would have bled , To see this rout of white and red , Both York and Lancaster must fly , With all their painted Monarchy . 3. Those faces which men so much prize , In Mrs. Gibbes her Liveries , Must leave their false and borrowed hue , And put on grief that 's only true . 4. Those pretty patches long and round , Which covered all that was not sound ; Must be forgotten at the Farmes , As useless and suspicious charmes . 5. Now we must leave all our Designes , That were contriv'd within the Lines ; Communication is deny'd , If to our Husbands we be try'd . 6. And here 's the misery alone , We must have nothing but our own , Oh give us Liberty , and we Will never aske propriety . 7. Alas how can a Kisse be sent , From Rocky Cornwall into Kent ? Or how can Sussex stretch an arm To keep a Northern servant warm , 8. Oh London ! Centre of all Mirth , Th' Epitome of English Earth ; All Provinces are in the streets , And Warwick-shire with Essex meets . 9. Then farewell Queen-street , and the Fields , And Garden that such pleasure yields , Oh who would such fair Lodgings change , To nestle in a plunder'd Grange ! 10. Farewell good places old and new , And Oxford Kates once more adieu ; But it goes unto our very hearts , To leave the Cheese-cakes and the Tarts . 11. Farewell Bridge-foot and Bear thereby , And those bald-pates that stand so high , We wish it from our very Souls , That other Heads were on those powles . 12. But whether hands of Parliament , Or of Husbands , we 're content , Since all alike such Traytors be , Both against us and Monarchy .

Loyalty confin'd . BEat on proud Billowes , Boreas Blow , Swell curled Waves , high as Jove's roof , Your incivility doth shew , That innocence is tempest proof . Though surely Nereus frown , my thoughts are calm , Then strike affliction , for thy wounds are balm . That which the world miscalls a Goale , A private Closet is to me , Whilst a good Conscience is my Baile , And Innocence my Liberty : Locks Barres and Solitude together met , Make me no Prisoner but an Anchorit . I whil'st I wish'd to be retir'd Into this private room was turn'd , As if their wisedomes had conspir'd , The Salamander should be burn'd . The Cynick hugs his poverty , The Pelican her wilderness , And 't is the Indians pride to be Naked on frozen Caucasus . Contentment cannot smart , Stoicks we see Make torments easie to their Apathy . These Menacles upon my Arm , I as my Mistris's favours wear ; And for to keep my Ankles warm , I have some Iron Shackles there . These walls are but my Garrison ; this Cell Which men call Goal , doth prove my Cittadel . So he that strook at Jasons life , Thinking he had his purpose sure : By a malicious friendly Knife , Did only wound him to a cure . Malice I see wants wit , for what is meant , Mischief oft-times , proves favour by th' event ▪ I 'me in this Cabinet lockt up , Like some high-prized Margaret , Or like some great Mogul or Pope , Are cloystered up from publick sight . Retirement is a piece of Majesty , And thus proud Sultan , I 'me as great as thee . Here sin for want of food must starve , Where tempting Objects are not seen ; And these strong Walls do only serve , To keep Vice out , and keep me in . Malice of late's grown charitable sure , I 'me not committed , but I 'me kept secure . Whence once my Prince affliction hath , Prosperity doth Treason seem ; And for to smooth so tough a Path , I can learn Patience from him . Now not to suffer , shews no Loyal heart , When Kings wants ease , Subjects must bear a part . Have you not seen the Nightingale , A Pilgrim koopt into a Cage , How doth she chant her wonted tale , In that her narrow hermitage . Even then her charming melody doth prove , That all her Boughs are Trees , her Cage a Grove . My soul is free as the ambient aire , Although my baser part 's immur'd , Whilest Loyal thoughts do still repair , T' accompany my Solitude . And though immur'd , yet I can chirp and sing , Disgrace to Rebels , glory to my King . VVhat though I cannot see my King , Neither in his Person or his Coyne , Yet contemplation is a thing , That renders what I have not mine . My King from me , what Adamant can part , VVhom I do wear engraven on my heart . I am that Bird whom they combine , Thus to deprive of Liberty ; But though they do my Corps confine , Yet maugre hate , my Soul is free . Although Rebellion do my Body bind , My King can only captivate my mind .

On the demolishing the Forts . IS this the end of all the toil , And labour of the Town ? And did our Bulwarks rise so high Thus low to tumble down ? All things go by contraries now , We fight to still the Nation , Who build Forts to pull down Popery , Pull down for Edification . The Indepedents tenets , and The wayes so pleasing be . Our City won't be bound about , But stands for Liberty . The Popish doctrine shall no more Prevail within our Nation ; For now we see that by our works , There is no Justification . What an Almighty army 's this , How worthy of our praysing , That with one Vote can blow down that All we so long were raising ! Yet let 's not wonder at this Change , For thus 't will be with all . These works did lift themselves too high , And Pride must have a fall . And when both Houses vote agen , The Cavies to be gone , Nor dare to come within the lines Of Communication . They must reserve the sense or else , Referr't to the Divines , And they had need fit seven years more Ere they can read those lines . They went to make a Gotham on 't , For now they did begin To build these mighty banks about , To keep the Cuckoes in . Alas what need they take such pains ! For why a Cucko here Might find so many of his Mates , Hee 'l sing here all the year . Has Isaac our L. Maior , L. Maior , With Tradesmen and his Wenches , Spent so much time , and Cakes and Beer , To edifie these Trenches ! All trades did shew their skill in this , Each Wife an Engineer ; The Mairess took the tool in hand , The maids the stones did bear . These Bulwarks stood for Popery , And yet we never fear'd um , And now they worship and fall down , Before those Calves that rear'd 'um . But though for Superstition , The Crosses have been down'd , Who 'ld think these works would Popish turn , That ever have been round ? This spoyles our Palmistry ; for when Wee 'l read the Cities fate , We find nor Lines nor Crosses now , As it hath had of late . No wonder that the Aldermen , Will no more mony lend , When they that in this seven years , Such learned works have pen'd . Now to debase their lofty lines , In which the wits delighted ▪ 'T is thought they 'l nere turn Poets more , Because their works are slighted . These to a dolefull tune are set , For they that in the town . Did every where cry Up go we , Now they must sing down down . But if that Tyburn do remain , When tother slighted be , The Cits will thither flock and sing , Hay , hay , then up go we .

Upon Routing the Scots Army . A SONG . To the Tune of Through the Wood Lady . 1. CAm lend , lend y' are lugs Joes , an I se speak a Song , Sing heome agen Jocky , sing heome agen Jocky , O hes velient Acts an hes Prowes emong , Sing heome agen heome agen O valent Jocky . 2. Sirs , Jockie's a Man held a mickle Note , Sing heome agen Jocky , &c. Tha Breech o tha Covenant stuck in hes Throte , Sing heome agen , heome agen , &c. 3. For Jockie was riteous , whilk ye wad admire , Sing heome agen Jocky , &c. A fooght for tha Kirk , bet a plunder'd tha Quire Sing heome agen Jocky , &c. 4. An Jockie waxt roth , and toll Angland a cam , Sing heome agen Jocky , &c. Fro whence hee 'd return , but alack a is lame , Sing heome agen Jocky , &c. 5. An Jockie was armed fro topp toll to toe , Sing heome agen Jocky , &c. Wi a po're o Men and th' are geod D — I tro , Sing heome agen Jocky , &c. 6. So valent I wis they were , an sa prat , Sing heome agen Jocky , &c. Ne Cock nor Hen durst stand in thare gat , Sing heome agen Jocky , &c. 7 In every strete thay ded sa flutter , Sing heome agen Jocky , &c. Ne Child durst shaw his Bred and Butter , Sing heome agen , Jocky , &c. 8. Whan th' Anglish Forces they her'd on o're night , Sing heome again Jocky , &c. Next Morne thay harnest themsels for a fight , Sing heome agen , heome agen , &c. 9. Thare D — wes that Mon that wad be sen ●●oot , Sing heome agen , Jocky , &c. He feas't tham awhile , then turn'd Ars's about , Sing heome agen , heome agen , &c. 10. Tha Men that ater this valent Scot went , Sing heome agen Jocky , &c. Had ner foond him oout , bet by a strong sent , Sing heome agen , heome agen O val●nt Jocky . 11. Bet se that reward ò that Cowardly Crue , Sing heome agen Jocky , &c. Thare Countremon Ballatine sent 'em to Corfew , Not home agen , home agen , O slavish Jocky .

The disloyal Timist . 1. NOw our holy Wars are don , Betwixt the Father and the Son ; And since we have by righteous fate , Distrest a Monarch and his Mate . And first their heirs fly into France To weep out their Inheritance ; Let 's set open all our Packs , Which contain ten thousand wracks ; Cast on the shore of the red Sea Of Naseby , and of Newbery . If then you will come provided with Gold , We dwell Close by Hell , Where wee 'l sell What you will , That is ill ; For Charity waxeth cold . 2. Hast thou done murther , or bloud spilt , We can soon giv 't another name , That will keep thee from all blame : But be it still provided thus , That thou hast once been one of us ; Gold is the God that shall pardon the Guilt , For we have What shall save Thee from th' Grave , Since the Law We can awe ; Although a famous Prince's bloud were spilt . 3. If a Church thou hast bereft Of its Plate , 't is holy-theft ; Or for Zeal-sake , if thou beest Prompted on to take a Priest ; Gold is a sure prevailing Advocate : Then come Bring a summe , Law is dumb : And submits , To our wits ; For it 's Policy guides a State .

A Medley . 1. ROom for a Gamester that plays at all he sees , Whose fickle faith is fram'd , Sir , to fit such times as these ; One that cryes Amen , to ev'ry factious Prayer , From Hugh Peters Pulpit , to St. Peters Chair : One that can comply with Crosier and with Crown ; And yet can bouze A full carouze , While bottles tumble down , Dery down . 2. This is the way to trample without trembling . Since Sycophants only secure ; Covenants and Oaths are badges of dissembling , 'T is the Politique pulls down the pure : To plunder and pray , To protest and betray Are the only ready wayes to be great , Flattering will do the feat : Ne're go , ne're stir Have ventred farther , Then the greatest o' th' Damme's in the Town , From a Copper to a Crown . 3. I am in an excellent homor now to think well , And I 'me in another humor now to drink well ; Fill us up a Beer-bowl boy , That we may drink it merrily ; And let none other see , Nor cause to understand , For if we do , 't is ten to one we are Trepand . 4. Come fill us up a brace of Quarts , Whose Anagram is call'd true hearts ; If all were true as I would hav 't , And Britain were cur'd of its humor , Then I should very well like my fate , And drink off my Wine at a freer rate , Without any noise or tumor ; And then I should fix my humor . 5. But since 't is no such matter , change your hue , I may cog and flatter , so may you ; Religion Is a wigeon , And reason Is Treason ; And he that hath a Noble heart may bid the world adieu . 6. We must be like the Scotish man , Who with intent to beat down schism , Brought forth a Presbyterian , A Canon and a Catechism . If Beuk wont do 't , then Jockie shoot , The Kirk of Scotland doth command ; And what hath been , since he come in , I am sure we ha' cause to understand .

A Medley of the Nations .

The Scot. 1. I Am the bonny Scot Sir , My name is Mickle John ; 'T is I was in the Plot Sir When first the Wars began : I left the Court one thousand Six hundred forty one ; But since the flight At Worster fight We are aw undone . I serv'd my Lord and Master When as he liv'd at home , Untill by sad disaster He receiv'd his doom ; But now we sink , Uds bred I think The Deel's gat in his room . He ne man spares , But stamps and stares At all Christendom . 2. I have travel'd mickle grounds , Since I came from Worster bounds , I have gang'd the jolly rounds Of the neighbouring Nations ; And what their opinions are Of the Scotch and English war , In geed faith I sal declare , And their approbations . Jockie swears He has his load , Bears the rod , Comes from God , And complaints go very odd Since the siege at Worster ; We were wounded Tag and rag , Foot and leg , Wemb and crag ; Hark I hear the Dutchman brag , And begin to bluster .

The Dutch . 3. Uds Sacrament , sal Hoghen Moghen States Strike down der top sails unto puny Powers ; Ten twosand tun of Tivel Dammy Fates , If dat der Ships and Goods prove not all ours : Since dat bloot and wounds do delight dem , Tararara Trumpet sounds , Let Van Tromp go fort and fight dem ; All de States shall first be crown'd , English Skellam fight not on goat side ; Out at last the Flemins bear , Dey ha' giv'n us sush a broad side ; Dat ick sal be forc't to retreat , See de French man he comes in compleat .

The French . 4. By Gat Mounsieur 't is much in vain For Dushland , France , or Spain , To crosse de English main ; De Nation now is grown so strong , De Divla er 't be long Must learna de same tongue . 'T is bettra den far to combine , To sel dem Wine , And teasha dem to make der Laty fine ; We 'll teash dem for to trip and minsh , To kick and winsh , For by de Sword we never sal convince , Since every Brewer dere can beat a Prince .

The Spaniard . 5. What are the English to quarrel so prone , Dat dey cannot now adayes let deir neighbour alone , And sal de Grave and the Catholick King , Before ever dus control'd wid a sword and a sling ; Sal bode de Indias be left unto de sway , And purity a dose dat do plunder and pray ; E're dat we will suffer such affronts for to be , We 'll tumble dem down , as you sal sennon see :

The Welsh . 6. ●affy was once a Cottamighty of Wales , Put her Cosin O. P. was a ●reater , Was come in her Country Cats●pluttery nailes , Was take her welch hook and was peat her ; Was eat up her Shee●e , Her Tuck and her Geese , Her Pick , her Capon was ty for 't ; Ap Richard , ap Owen ▪ ap Morgon , ap S●ef●n , Ap Shenkin , ap Powel was fly for 't .

The Irish . 7. O hone , O hone , poor Teg and shone , O hone may howl and cry , St. Patrick help dy Country men , Or fait and trot we dye ; De ●nglish steal our h●art of Vsquebagh , Dey put us to de sword all in Dewguedagh ▪ Help us St. Patrick we ha no Saint at all but dee ▪ O let us cry no more , O hone , a cram , a cree !

The English . 8. A Crown , a Crown , make room , The English man is come , Whose valour Is taller Than all Christendome : The Spanish , French , and Dutch , Scotch , Welch , and Irish Grutch , We fear not , We care not , For we can deal with such . You thought when we began in a Civil war to waste , Our Tillage Your Pillage Should come home at last : For when we Could not agree , You thought to share in our fall ; But nere stir Sir , For first Sir We shall noose you all .

A Medley . 3. The English . LEt the Trumpets sound , And the Rocks rebound , Our English Natives comming ; Let the Nations swarm , And the Princes storm ; We value not their drumming . 'T is not France that looks so smug Old fashions still renewing , It is not the Spanish shrug , Scotish cap , or Irish rug ; Nor the Dutch-mans double jug Can help what is ensuing , Pray my Masters look about , For something is a Brewing . 2. He that is a Favorite consulting with Fortune , If he grow not wiser , then he '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 K●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 , ●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 M●sers take courses to hep up their treasure , Whose lust has no limits , whose mind has no measur● 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 ●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 thing , To which they do cling , If his soul be too narrow to wear 'um , No delight can I see In that word call'd degree , Honest Dick sounds as well As a name of an ell , That with Titles doth swell , And sounds like a spell , To affright mortal ears that hear 'um , He that wears a brave soul , and dares gallantly do , May be his own Herald and Godfather too , 3. Why should we then doat on , One with a Fools coat on ? Whose Coffers are cram'd , But yet he 'l be damn'd Ere he 'l do a good act or a wise one ? What Reason has he To be ruler o're me ? That 's a Lord in his chest , But in 's head and his breast , Is empty and bare , Or but puff'd up with air , And can neither assist nor advise one . Honour 's but air , and proud flesh but dust is , 'T is we Commons make Lords , and the Clerk makes the Justice . 4. But since men must be Of a different degree , Because most do aspire , To be greater and higher , Then the rest of their Fellows and Brothers . He that has such a spirit , Let him gain it by 's merit , Spend his brains , wealth , or blood For his Countries good , And make himself fit By his valour or wit , For things above the reach of all others . For Honour 's a Prize , and who wins it may wear it , If not 't is a Badge and a burthen to bear it . 5. For my part let me Be but quiet and free , I 'le drink Sack and obey , And let great ones sway , And spend their whole time in thinking , I 'le ne're busie my Pate With secrets of State , The News books I 'le burn all , And with the Diurnall Light Tobacco , and admit That they 're so far fit , As they serve good company and drinking . All the name I desire is an honest Good-Fellow , And that man has no worth that won't sometimes be mellow .

The Royalists Answer . I Have reason to fly thee , And not sit down by thee ; For I hate to behold , One so sawcy and bold , To deride and contemn his Superiours , Our Madams and Lords , And such mannerly words , With the gestures that be Fit for every degree , Are things that we and you Both claim as our due From all those that are our Inferiours . For from the beginning there were Princes we know , 'T was you Levellers hate 'um , 'cause you can't be so . 2. All Titles of Honours Were at first in the Donours . But being granted away With the Grantees stay , Where he wear a small soul or a bigger . There 's a necessity That there should be degree . Where 't is due we 'l afford A Sir John , and my Lord , Though Dick , Tom and Jack , Will serve you and your Pack , Honest Dick's name enough for a Digger . He that has a strong Purse can all things be or do , He is valiant and wise and religious too . 3. We have cause to adore , That man that has store , Though a Bore or a sot , There 's something to be got ; Though he be neither honest nor witty ; Make him high , let him rule , Hee 'l be playing the fool , And transgresse , then we 'l squeze Him for fines and for fees . And so we shall gain , By the wants of his brain , 'T is the Fools-cap that maintains the City . If honour be air , 't is in common , and as fit , For the fool & the clown , as for the champion or the wit . 4. Then why mayn't we be Of different degree ? And each man aspire To be greater and higher Then his wiser or honester brother , Since Fortune and Nature Their favours do scatter ; This hath valour , that wit , T'other wealth , nor is 't fit That one should have all , For then what would befall Him , that 's born nor to one nor to'ther ? Though honour were a prize at first , now 't is a chattle , And as merchantable grown as your wares or your cattle . 5. Yet in this we agree , To live quiet and free , To drink sack and submit , And not shew our wit By our prating , but silence , and thinking , Let the politick Jewes Read Diurnals and Newes , And lard their discourse , With a Comment that 's worse , That which pleaseth me best Is a Song or a Jest , And my obedience I 'le shew by my drinking . He that drinks well , does sleep well , he that sleeps well , doth think well , He that thinks well , does do well , he that does well must drink well .

The Independents resolve . COme Drawer and fill us about some Wine Let 's merrily tipple the day 's our own , VVee 'l have our delights , let the Country go pine , Let the King and his Kingdom groan . The Crown is our own , and so shall continue , VVee 'l Monarchy baffle quite , VVee 'l drink off the Kingdomes revenue , And sacrifice all to delight . 'T is Power that brings Us all to be Kings , And wee 'l be all crown'd by our might . 2. A fig for divinity lectures and law , And all that to Loyalty do pretend , While we by the sword keep the Kingdom in aw , Our Power shall never have end . The Church and the State wee 'l turn into liquor , And spend a whole Town in a day , We 'l melt all their bodkins the quicker Into Sack , and drink them away . We 'l keep the demeans And turn Bishops and Deans , And over the Presbyters sway . 3. The nimble St. Patrick is sunk in his boggs , And his Country men sadly cry O hone ! O hone ! St. Andrew and 's Kirk-men are lost in the foggs , Now we are the Saints alone . Then on our Superiours and Equalls we trample , And Jockie our stirrup shall hold , The City 's our Mule for example , That we may in plenty be roul'd . Each delicate dish , Shall but Eccho our wish And our drink shall be cordial gold .

The Lamentation . MOurn , London , mourn , Bathe thy polluted soul in tears ; Return , return , Thou hast more cause of grief , then th' hadst for fears , For the whole Kingdom now begins To feel thy sorrow as they saw thy sins , And now do no Compassion show Unto thy misery and woe , 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 Rebellions first did flow , Both to the King above , and him below . And sordid sloth 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 blood their guilty tallons wash , Thy Daughters must Allay their lust , Mischiefs will be on mischief thrust , Till thy Cap tumble as thou mad'st the Crown . 4. Cry London cry ! Now now petition for redresse , Where canst thou fly ? Thy emptyed Chests augment thy heavinesse , The Gentry and the Commons loath , Th' adored Houses slight thee worse than both , The King poor Saint , Would help , but can't ; To heav'n alone unfold thy want , Thence came thy Plagues , thence onely Pity flow'th .

The Reformation . TEll not me of Lords or Laws , Rules or Reformation , All that 's done's not worth two straws , To the welfare of the Nation . Men in power do ra●t it still , And give no reason but their will , For all their domination . Or if they do an act that 's just , 'T is not because they would ▪ but must , To Gratifie some parties lust , Or merely for a fashion . 2. Our expence of blood and purse Has produc'd no profit . Men are still as bad or worse , And will be what e're comes of it . We 've shuffled out , and shuffled in , The persons , but retain the sin , To make our game the surer , Yet spite of all our pains and skill , The Knaves all in the pack are still , And ever were and ever will , Though something now demurer . 3. And it cannot but be so , Since those toys in fashion , And of Souls so base and low , And mere Bigots of the Na●ion , Whose designs are power and wealth ▪ At which , by rapines , fraud , and stealth , Audaciously they vent ye , They lay their Consciences aside , And turn with every winde and tide , Puff'd on by Ignorance and Pride , And all to look like Gentry . 4. Crimes are not punish'd 'cause their Crimes , But 'cause they 're low and little , Mean men for mean faults in these times Make satisfaction to a tittle ; While those in office and in power , Boldly the underlings devour Our Cobweb laws can't hold 'um . They sell for many a Thousand crown , Things which were never yet their own , And this is law and custom grown . 'Cause those do judge that sold 'um . 5. Brothers still with Brothers brawl , And for trifles sue 'um , For two Pronouns that spoyl all , Those contentious Meum , Tuum , The wary Lawyer buyes and builds , While the Client sells his fields , To sacrifice to 's fury ; And when he thinks to obtain his right He 's baffled off , or beaten quite , By th' Judges will , or Lawyers slight , Or ignorance of the Jury . 6. See the Trades-man how he thrives With perpetual trouble , How he ●heats , and how he strives His Estate t' enlarge and double , Extort , oppress , grind and encroach , To be a Squire , and keep a Coach , And to be one o' th' Quorum , Who may with's 's worships●it ●it , And judge without law , fear or wit , Poor petty Thieves that nothing get , And yet are brought before 'um . 7. And his way to get all this Is mere dissimulation , No factious Lecture does he miss , And scapes no schism that 's in fashion . But with short hair and shining shooes , He with two Pens and 's Note-book goes , And winks and writes at randome ; Thence with short meal and tedious Grace , In a loud tone and Publick place , Sings Wisedoms hymnes , that trot and pace , As if Goliah scan'd um . 8. But when death begins his threats , And his Conscience struggles , To call to mind his former cheats Then at heav'n he turns his juggles . And out of all 's ill-gotten store , He gives a dribling to the poor , In a Hospital or School-house , And the suborned Priest for 's hire Quite frees him from th' infernal fire , And places him i th' Angels quire , Thus these Jack-puddings fool us . 9. All he gets by 's pains i th' close , Is that he dyed worth so much , Which he on 's doubtfull seed bestows , That neither care nor know much , Then Fortunes favourite his heir , Bred base , and ignorant and bare , Is blown up like a bubble , Who wondring at 's own suddain rise , By Pride , Simplicity and Vice , Falls to 's sports , drink , drab and dice And makes all fly like stubble . 10. And the Church the other twin , Whose mad zeal enrag'd us , Is not purify'd a pin , By all those broyles in which she engag'd us , We , our Wives turn'd out of doors , And took in Concubines and Whores , To make an alteration Our Pulpitteers are proud and bold , They their own Wills and factions hold , And sell salvation still for Gold , And here 's our Reformation . 11. 'T is a madnesse then to make , Thriving our employment , And lucre love , for Lucres sake , Since we 've possession , not enjoyment . Let the times run on their course , For opposition makes them worse , We ne're shall better find 'um , Let Grand●es wealth and power ingrosse , And honour too , while we sit close , And laugh and take our plenteous dose , Of sack and never mind 'um .

CHRONOSTICON Decollationis CAROLI Regis tricesimo die Januari● ▪ secunda hora Pomeridiana , Anno Dom. MDCXLVIII . Ter Deno Ianl Labens ReX SoLe CaDente CaroLVs eXVtVs SoLIo SCeptroq Ve SeCVto . CHARLES — ah forbear , forbear ! lest Mortals prize His Name too dearly , and Idolatrize . His Name ! Our Losse ! Thrice cursed and forlorn Be that Black Night which usher'd in this Morn . CHARLES our Dread Soveraign ! — hold ! lest Outlaw'd Sense Bribe , and seduce tame Reason to dispense With those Celestial powers ; and distrust Heav'n can behold such Treason , and prove Just . CHARLES our Dread Soveraign's murther'd ! tremble ! and View what Convulsions shoulder-shake this Land , Court , City , Country , nay three Kingdoms run To their last stage , and Set with him their Sun . CHARLES our Dread Soveraign's murther'd at His Gate ! Fell fiends ! dire Hydra's of a stiff-neck'd-State ! Strange Body-politick ! whose Members spread , And Monster-like , swell bigger than their HEAD . CHARLES of Great Britain ! He ! who was the known King of three Realms , lyes murther'd in his own ; He ! He ! who liv'd , and Faith's Defender stood , Dy'd here to re-Baptize it in his bloud . No more , no more , Fame's Trump shall Eccho all The rest in dreadfull Thunder . Such a Fall Great Christendom nere pattern'd ; and 't was strange Earth's Center reel'd not at this dismal Change . The Blow struck Britain blinde , each well-set Limb By dislocation was lopt off in HIM . And though she yet lives , she lives but to condole Three Bleeding Bodies left without a Soul . Religion puts on Black , sad Loyalty Blushes and mourns so see bright Majesty Butcher'd by such Assassinates ; nay both 'Gainst God , 'gainst Law , Allegiance , and their Oath . Farewell sad Isle ! Farewell ! thy fatal Glory Is Sum'd , Cast up , and Cancell'd in this Story .

AN ELEGIE . Upon King CHARLES the first , murthered publickly by his Subjects . WEre not my Faith buoy'd up by sacred bloud , It might be drown'd in this prodigious flood ; Which reasons highest ground doth so exceed , It leaves my soul no Anch'rage , but my Creed ; Where my Faith resting on th' Original ; Supports it self in this the Copies fall ; So while my Faith floats on that Bloudy wood , My reason 's cast away in this Red flood , Which ne're o'reflows us all : Those showers past Made but Land-floods , which did some vallies wast ; This stroak hath cut the only neck of land Which between us , and this Red Sea did stand , That covers now our world , which cursed lies At once with two of Aegypts prodigies ; O're-cast with darkness , and with bloud o're-run , And justly , since our hearts have theirs outdone ; Th' Inchanter led them to a lesse known ill , To act his sin , then 't was their King to kill : Which crime hath widdowed our whole Nation , Voided all Forms , left but Privation In Church and State ; inverting ev'ry right ; Brought in Hells State of fire without light ; No wonder then , if all good eyes look red , Washing their Loyal hearts from bloud so shed ; The which deserves each pore should turn an eye , To weep out , even a bloudy Agony . Let nought then passe for Musick , but sad cryes , For Beauty , bloudless cheeks , and bloud-shot eyes . All colours soil but black , all odours have Ill scent but Myrrh , incens'd upon this Grave : It notes a Jew , not to believe as much , The cleaner made by a Religious touch Of their Dead Body , whom to judge to dye , Seems the Judaical Impiety . To kill the King , the Spirit Legion paints His rage with Law , the Temple and the Saints : But the truth is , He fear'd and did repine , To be cast out , and back into the Swine : And the case holds , in that the Spirit bends His malice in this Act against his ends : For it is like , the sooner hee 'll be sent Out of that body , He would still torment ; Let Christians then use otherwise this bloud , Detest the Act , yet turn it to their good ; Thinking how like a King of Death He dies ; We easily may the world and death despise : Death had no sting for him , and its sharp arm , Only of all the troop , meant him no harm . And so he look'd upon the Axe , as one Weapon yet left , to guard Him to his Throne ; In His great Name then may His Subjects cry , Death thou art swallowed up in Victory . If this our losse a comfort can admit , 'T is that his narrowed Crown is grown unfit For his enlarged Head , since his distresse Had greatned this , as it made that the lesse ; His Crown was faln unto too low a thing For him , who was become so great a King ; So the same hands enthron'd him in that Crown , They had exalted from Him , not pull'd down ; And thus Gods truth by them hath rendred more Than e're mens falshood promis'd to restore ; Which , since by Death , alone he could attain , Was yet exempt from weaknesse , and from pain ; Death was enjoyn'd by God , to touch a part , Might make his passage quick , ne'r move his heart ; Which ev'n expiring was so far from death , It seem'd but to command away his breath . And thus his Soul , of this her triumph proud , Broke , like a flash of lightning , through the cloud Of flesh and bloud ; and from the highest line Of humane vertue , pass'd to be divine : Nor is 't much lesse his vertues to relate , Than the high glories of his present state ; Since both then passe all Acts but of belief , Silence may praise the one , the other grief . And since , upon the Diamond , no lesse Than Diamonds , will serve us to impresse , I 'le only wish that for his Elegie , This our Josias had a Jeremie .

AN ELEGIE On The best of Men , The meekest of Martyrs , CHARLES the First , &c. DOe● not the Sun call in his light , and day Like a thin exhalation melt away ? Both wrapping up their Beams in Clouds , to be Themselves Close Mourners at the Obsequie Of this great Monarch ? does his Royal Bloud , Which th' Earth late drunk in so profuse a floud , Not shoot through her affrightned womb , and make All her convulsed Arteries to shake So long , till all those hinges that sustain , Like Nerves , the frame of nature shrink again Into a shuffled Chaos ? Does the Sun Not suck it from its liquid Mansion , And Still it in●o vap'rous Clouds , which may Themselves in bearded Meteors display , Whose s●aggy and dishevel'd Beams may be The Tapers at this black Solemnitie ? You seed of Marble in the Womb accurst , Rock'd by some storm , or by some Tigress nurst , Fed by some Plague , which in blind mists was hurld , To strew infection on the tainted World ; What fury charm'd your hands to Act a deed , Tyrants to think on would not weep , but bleed ? And Rocks by instinct so resent this Fact , They 'ld into Springs of easie tears be slack'd . Say sons of tumult since you think it good , Still to keep up the trade , and Bath in Blood Your guilty hands , why did you then not state Your Slaughters at some cheap and common rate ? Your gluttonous and lavish Blades might have Devoted Myriads to one publick Grave ; And lop'd off thousands of some base allay , Whilst the same Sexton that inter'd their clay , In the same Urne their Names too might entomb , But when on him you fixt your fatall Doom , You gave a blow to Nature , since even all ▪ The ●●ock of man now bleeds too in his fall . Could not Religion , which you oft have made A specious glosse your black designs to shade , Teach you , that we come nearest Heaven when we Are suppled into acts of Clemency ? And copy out the Deity agen , When we distill our mercies upon men ? But why do I deplore this ruine ? He Only shook off his fraile Humanity , And with such calmnesse fell , he seem'd to be , Even lesse unmov'd and unconcern'd than we ; And forc'd us from our Throes of Grief to say , We only died , he only liv'd that Day : So that his Tomb is now his Throne become , T' invest him with the Crown of Martyrdome ; And death the shade of nature did not shroud His Soul in Mists , but its clear Beams uncloud , That who a Star in our Meridian shone , In Heaven might shine a Constellation .

On the Death of his Royal Majestie , CHARLES late King of ENGLAND , &c. WHat went you out to see ? a dying King ? Nay more , I fear an Angel suffering . But what went you to see ? a Prophet slain ? Nay that and more , a Martyr'd Soveraign . Peace to that sacred dust ! Great Sir , our fears Have left us nothing but obedient tears To court your hearse , and in those pious flouds We live , the poor remainder of our goods . Accept us in these latter Obsequies , The unplundred riches of our hearts and eyes ; For in these faithfull streams , and emanations , W' are Subjects still beyond all Sequestrations . Here we cry more than Conquerors : malice may Murder Estates , but hearts will still obey ; These as your glory 's yet above the reach Of such whose purple lines confusion preach . And now , ( Dear Sir ) vouchsafe us to admire With envy your arrival , and that Quire Of Cherubims and Angels that supply'd Our duties at your triumphs : where you ride With full caelestial Joyes , and Ovations , Rich as the Conquest of three ruin'd Nations . But 't was the heavenly plot that snatch'd you hence , To crown your Soul with that magnificence , And bounden rites of honour , that poor earth Could only wish and stangle in the birth . Such pitied emulation stop'd the blush Of our ambitious shame , non-suited us . For where souls act beyond mortality , Heaven only can perform that Jubilee . We wrastle then no more , but blesse your day , And mourn the anguish of our sad delay : That since we cannot adde we yet stay here Fette●ed in clay : Yet longing to appear Spectators of your blisse , that being shown Once more , you may embrace us as your own ; Where never envy shall divide us more , Nor City tumults , nor the 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 digest● 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 que●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 lam●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 K●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 : El●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 O● 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 * * An Attorney . Hillary , 'T is fit they should allow the Trinity ; But that 's denyed too : this Alteration Contracts our whole time to a long Vacation . Now farewell the (1.) (1.) The Scotch Ale-house in Harts-horne Lane . Brown bowl , and Bonny Ale , The Sanguine Herring , and its merry tayle ; (2.) (2.) Clerks of the Exchequer , that used to drink their Mornings Draughts there . Higgenian Quibbles , and the Harpean Lyre , Fentonian Sweetness , and the Tow'ring Fire ; Our (3.) (3.) They call'd one another so . Host and Hostess too , they 're both Vxorums , As Hermophraditus is , in Sex Duorums : Weep (4.) (4.) To Westminster . ] Places there where Clerks in Term time usually break their Fast . Heaven , lament thy loss , and thou Hell rore , Thy Furnace scarce will ere be heated more ; Of Pleasure , Paradise , thou must be barren , And Purgatory furnisht but with Carrion : Th' abomination of the (5.) (5.) A Bawdy-house . Hole i' th' Wall , Now June is past , cry Pamphlets in the Hall ; And she that 's left but th' remnant of a Nose , Who to a Chirurgion ( as men do suppose ) Did pawn the other part for cure of this , Turn Zealot , and be Martyr'd when she p — All Trades , and all Societies lament Your wants in us , you 'le find cause to repent The setting up your Idol Parliament : For though on these Terms they 'le no profit give To Us , we 'll try on other Terms to live .

Upon the Cavaliers departing out of London . NOw fare thee well London , Thou next must be undone , 'Cause thou hast undone us before ; This Cause and this Tyrant , Had ne're play'd this high rant , Were 't not for thy argent and Or. 2. Now we must desert thee , With the lines that begirt thee , And the Red-coated Saints domineer ; Who with liberty fool thee , While a Monster doth rule thee , And thou feel'st what before thou didst fear . 3. Now Justice and Freedom , With the Laws that did breed 'um , Are sent to Jamaica for gold ; And those that upheld 'um , Have power but seldom , For Justice is barter'd and sold . 4. Now the Christian Religion Must seek a new Region , And the old Saints give way to the new ; And we that are Loyal , Vail to those that destroy all , When the Christian gives place to the Jew . 5. But this is our glory In this wretched story , Calamities fall on the best ; And those that destroy us Do better imploy us , To sing till they are supprest .

On Col. Pride . OF Gyants and Knights , and their wonderfull fights We have stories enough in Romances , But I le tell you one new , that is strange and yet true , Though t'other are nothing but fancies . 2. A Knight lately made , of the Governing trade , Whose name he 'l not have to be known ; Has been trucking with fame , to purchase a name , For 't is said he had none of his own . 3. He by Fortunes design , should have been a Divine , And a Pillar no doubt of the Church ; Whom a Sexton ( God wot ) in the Bellfry begot , And his Mother did pig in the Porch . 4. And next for his breeding , 't was learned Hog-feeding , With which he so long did converse , That his manners & feature , was so like their nature , You 'ld scarce know his sweetnesse from theirs . 5. But observe the device , of this Noblemans rise , How he hurried from trade to trade , From the grains he 'd aspire , to the yest , and then higher , Till at length he a Drayman was made . 6. Then his dray-horse and he , in the streets we did see , With his hanger , his sling , and his jacket ; Long time he did watch , to meet with his match , For he 'd ever a mind to the Placket . 7. At length he did find , out a Trull to his mind , And Vrsula was her name ; Oh Vrsl● quoth he , and oh Tom then quoth she , And so they began their game . 8. But as soon as they met , O such Babes they did get , And Blood-royal in 'um did place , From a swineheard they came , a she-bear was their Dam , They were suckled 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 dye , And did hear the bullets to sing ; His armes 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 rhime on the quart , But never did care for the pot . 14. And next on the Cocks , he fell like an Ox , Took them and their Masters together ; But the combs and the spurs , kept himself and his Sirs , Who are to have both or neither . 15. The cause of his spight , was because they would fight , And because he durst not , he did take on ; And said they were fit , for the pot , not the spit , 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 Bearward he goeth , and 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 Bear . 18. The crime of the Bears , was , they were Cavaliers , And had formerly fought for the King ; And pull'd by the Burrs , the Round-headed Cur● , That they made their ears to ring . 19. Our successor 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.

Upon the General Pardon past by the RUMP , 1653. REjoyce , rejoyce , ye Cavaliers , For here comes that expells your fears ; A General Pardon is now past , What was long look'd for , comes at last . It Pardons all that are undone ; The Pope ne're granted such a one : So long , so large , so full , so free ; O what a gratious State have we ! Yet do not joy too much ( my friends ) First see how well this pardon ends , For though it hath a Glorious face , I fear there 's in 't but little grace . 'T is said the Mountains once brought forth , And what brought they ? a Mouse introth ; Our States have done the like , I doubt , In this their Pardon now set out . We 'll look it o're then if you please , And see wherein it brings us ease ; And first , it Pardons words I find Against our State , words are but wind . Hath any pray'd for th' King of late ? And wish'd confusion to our State ? And call'd them Rebells ? he come in And plead this Pardon for that sin . Hath any call'd King Charles that 's dead A Martyr ? He that lost his Head ? And Villains those that did the Fact ? That man is pardoned by this Act. Hath any said our Parliament Is such a one as God ne're sent ? Or hath he writ , or put in Print That he believes the Devil 's in 't ? Or hath he said there never were Such Tyrants any where as here ? Though this offence of his be high , He 's pardon'd for his Blasphemy . You see how large this Pardon is , It Pardons all our Mercuries , And Poets too , for you know they Are poor , and have not ought to pay . For where there 's money to be got , I find this Pardon pardons not ; Malignants that were rich before , Shall not be pardon'd till they 'r poor . Hath any one been true to th' Crown . And for that paid his money down ; By this new Act he shall be free , And pardon'd for his Loyalty . Who have their Lands confiscate quite , For not Compounding when they might ; If that they know not how to digg , This Pardon gives them leave to beg . Before this Act came out in print , We thought there had been comfort in 't ; We drank some Healths to th' Higher Powers , But now we 've seen 't they 'd need drink ours . For by this Act it is thought fit That no man shall have benefit , Unlesse he first engage to be A Rebel to eternity . Thus in this Pardon it is clear , That nothing's here , and nothing's there , I think our States do mean to choke us With this new Act of Hocus Pocus . Well , since this Act 's not worth a pin , We 'll pray our States to call it in , For most men think it ought to be Burnt by the hand of Gregory . Then to conclude , here 's little joy For those that pray Vive le Roy : But since they 'l not forget our Crimes , Wee 'l keep our mirth till better times .

Upon Olivers dissolving the Parliament in 1653. 1. WIll you hear a strange thing scarce heard of before , A ballad of News without any lyes , The Parliament men are turn'd out of doors , And so are the Council of State likewise . 2. Brave Oliver came to the House like a Spright , His fiery looks strook the Speaker dumb ; You must be gone hence , quoth he , by this light , Do you mean to sit here till Dooms-day come ? 3. With that the Speaker lookt pale for fear , As though he had been with the night-mare rid , Insomuch that some did think that were there , That he had even done as the Alderman did . 4. But Oliver though he be Doctor of Law , Yet he seem'd to play the Physician there ; His Physick so wrought on the Speakers maw , That he gave him a stool instead of a Chair . 5. Harry Martyn wondred to see such a thing , Done by a Saint of such high degree ; 'T was an act he did not expect from a King , Much lesse from such a dry bone as he . 6. But Oliver laid his hand on his sword , And upbraided him with his Adultery ; To which Harry answer'd never a word , Saving , humbly thanking his Majesty . 7. Allen the Coppersmith was in great fear , He did as much harm since the Wars began ; A broken Citizen many a year , And now he is a broken Parliament-man . 8. Bradshaw that President proud as the Pope , That loves upon Kings and Princes to trample ; Now the house is dissolv'd I cannot but hope , To see such a President made an example . 9. And were I one of the Council of War , I 'le tell you what my Vote should be , Upon his own Turret at Westminster , To be hanged up for all comers to see . 10. My Masters I wonder you could not agree , You that have been so long Brethren in evil ; A dissolution you might think there would be , When the Devil 's divided against the Devil . 11. Then room for the Speaker without his Mace , And room for the rest of the Rabble-rout ; My Masters methinks 't is a pitifull case , Like the snuff of a Candle thus to go out . 12. Now some like this change , and some like it not , Some think it was not done in due season ; Some think it was but a Jesuits plot , To blow up the House like a Gun-powder-treason , 13. Some think that Oliver and Charles are agreed , And sure it were good policy if it were so ; Lest the Hollander , French , the Dane , and the Swede , Should bring him in whether he would or no. 14. And now I would gladly conclude my Song , With a Prayer as Ballads are used to do , But yet I 'le forbear , for I think er 't be long , We shall have a King and a Parliament too .

Admiral Deans Funeral . 1. NIck Culpepper , and William Lilly , Though you were pleas'd to say they were silly , Yet something these prophesi'd true , I tell ye , Which no body can deny . 2. In the month of May , I tell you truly , Which neither was in June nor July , The Dutch began to be unruly , Which no body can deny . 3. Betwixt our England and their Holland , Which neither was in France nor Poland , But on the Sea , where there was no Land , Which no body can deny . 4. There joyn'd the Dutch , and the English Fleet , Our Authors opinion then they did meet , Some saw 't that never more shall see 't , Which no body can deny . 5. There were many mens hearts as heavy as lead , Yet would not believe Dick Dean to be dead , Till they saw his Body take leave of his head , Which no body can deny . 6. Then after the sad departure of him , There was many a man lost a Leg or a Lim , And many were drow'd 'cause they could not swim , Which no body can deny . 7. One cryes , lend me thy hand good friend , Although he knew it was to no end , I think , quoth he , I am going to the Fiend , Which no body can deny . 8. Some , 't was reported , were kill'd with a Gun , And some stood that knew not whether to run , There was old taking leave of Father and Son , Which no body can deny . 9 There 's a rumour also , if we may believe , We have many gay Widows now given to grieve , 'Cause unmannerly Husbands nere came to take leave . Which no body can deny . 10. The ●itty is sad of our Dean to sing ; To say truth , it was a pittifull thing To take off his head and not leave him a ring , Which no body can deny . 11. From Greenwich toward the Bear at Bridgefoot He was wafted with wind that had water to 't , But I think they brought the Devil to boot , Which no body can deny . 12. The heads on London Bridge upon Poles , That once had bodies , and honester souls Than hath the Master of the Roules , Which no body can deny . 13. They grieved for this great man of command , Yet would not his head amongst theirs should stand ; He dy'd on the Water , and they on the Land , Which no body can deny . 14 ▪ I cannot say , they look'd wisely upon him , Because People cursed that parcel was on him ; He has fed fish and worms , if they do not wrong him , Which no body can deny . 15. The Old Swan as he passed by , Said , she would sing him a dirge , and lye down and di● ; Wilt thou sing to a bit of a body , quoth I ? Which no body can deny . 16. The Globe on the Bank , I mean , on the Ferry , Where Gentle and Simple might come and be merry , Admired at the change from a Ship to a Wherry , Which no body can deny . 17. Tom Godfreys Bears began for to roare , Hearing such moans one side of the shore , They knew they should never see Dean any more , Which no body can deny . 18. Queen-hithe , Pauls-Wharf , and the Fryers also , Where now the Players have little to do , Let him passe without any tokens of woe , Which no body can deny . 19. Quoth th' Students o' th' Temple , I know not their names , Looking out of their Chambers into the Thames , The Barge fits him better than did the great James , Which no body can deny . 20. Essex House , late called Cuckolds Hall , The folk in the Garden staring over the wall , Said , they knew that once Pride would have a fall . Which no body can deny . 21. At Strand Gate , a little farther then , Where mighty Guns numbred to sixty and ten , Which neither hurt Children ▪ Women nor Men , Which no body can deny . 22. They were shot over times one , two , three , or four , 'T is thought one might ' heard the bounce to th' Tower , Folk report , the din made the Buttermilk sower , Which no body can deny . 23. Had old Goodman Lenthal or All●n but heard 'um , The noise worse than Olivers voice would have fear'd 'um , And out of their small wits would have scar'd um Which no body can deny . 24. Sommerset House , where once did the Queen lye , And afterwards Ireton in black , and not green , by , The Canon clattered the Windows really Which no body can deny . 25. The Savoys mortified spitled Crew , If I lye , as Falstaffe sayes , I am a Jew , Gave the Hearse such a look it would make a man spew , Which no body can deny . 26. The House of S — that Fool and Knave , Had so much wit left lamentation to save From accompanying a traytorly Rogue to his grave , Which no body can deny . 27. The Exchange , and the ruines of Durham house eke Wish'd such sights might be seen each day i' th' week , A General 's Carkasse without a Cheek , Which no body can deny . 28. The House that lately Great Buckinghams was , Which now Sir Thomas Fairfax has , Wish'd it might be Sir Thomas's fate so to passe , Which no body can deny . 29. Howards House , Suffolks great Duke of Yore , Sent him one single sad wish , and no more , He might flote by Whitehall in purple gore , Which no body can deny . 30. Some●hing I should of VVhitehall say , ●ut the Story is so sad , and so bad , by my fay , That it turns my wits another way , Which no body can deny . 31. To VV●stminster , to the Bridge of the Kings . The water the Barge , and the Barge-men brings The small remain of the worst of things , Which no body can deny . 32. They inter'd him in triumph , like Lewis the eleven , In the famous Chappel of Henry the seven , But his soul is scarce gone the right way to heaven , Which no body can deny .

The merry Goodfellow . WHy should we not laugh and be jolly , Since all the World now is grown mad ? And lull'd in a dull melancholly ; He that wallows in store Is still gaping for more , And that makes him as poor , As the Wretch that never any thing had . How mad is that damn'd Money-monger ? That to purchase to him and his heirs , Grows shriviled with thirst and hunger ; While we that are bonny , Buy Sack with ready-mony , And ne'r trouble the Scriveners , nor Lawyers . Those guts that by scraping and toyling , Do swell their Revenues so fast , Get nothing by all their turmoiling , But are marks of each tax , While they load their own backs With the heavier packs , And lye down gall'd and weary at last . While we that do traffick in tipple , Can baffle the Gown and the Sword , Whose jaws are so hungry and gripple ; We ne'r trouble our heads With Indentures or Deeds , And our Wills are compos'd in a word . Our mony shall never indite us , Nor drag us to Goldsmiths Hall , No Pyrats nor wracks can affright us ; We , that have no Estates , Fear no plunder nor rates , We can sleep with open gates , He that lyes on the ground cannot fall . We laugh at those Fools whose endeavours Do but fit them for Prisons and Fines , When we that spend all are the savers ; For if Thieves do break in , They go out empty agin , Nay , the Plunderers lose their designs . Then let us not think on to morrow , But tipple and laugh while we may , To wash from our hearts all sorrow ; Those Cormorants which Are troubled with an itch , To be mighty and rich , Do but toyl for the wealth which they borrow . The Maior of the Town with his Ruff on , What a pox is he better than we ? He must vail to the man with the Buff on ; Though he Custard may eat , And such lubbardly meat , Yet our Sack makes us merrier than he .

The Rebells Reign . NOw we are met in a knot , let 's take t'other pot , And chirp o're a cup of Nectar ; Let 's think on a charm , to keep us from harm , From the Fiend , and the new Protector . Heretofore at a brunt , a Cross would have don 't , But now they have taken courses , With their Laws and their theft , there 's not a Cross left In the Church , nor the Farmers Purses . They 're with you to bring , for stuffing at a King , For now you must make no dainty , To have your Nose ground , on a stone turned round By Noll , and one and twenty . But our Rights are kept for us , in Oliver's store-house , 'T were as good they were set in the Stocks : They are just in the pickle , in the thirtieth Article , Like Jack in a Juglers box . We are loath for to look , for the Saints in a book , But would not a man be vext , To see them so rough with their blades and their buff , But not a word on 't in the Text. We have been twelve years together by the ears To prepare for a spiritual raign : Men were never so spic'd , with the Scepter of Christ In the hands of a Saint in grain . 'T was brewed in their Hives by Citizens wives , Who ventured their husbands far , With Robin the fool , there was ne're such a tool To lead in the womens War . He was ill at Command , but worse at a stand , So they sought out another more able : Then Fair ▪ undertakes , but Nol keeps the stakes , And sends away Fax with a bauble . Will , Conqueror the second , without his host reckon'd , And so did B — billet his Mate ; They made a great noise , 'mongst women and boys , But now they are both out of date . Cowardly W — had but a foul Fortune , And wanted a knife to scrape it , When his Oriphice ran , there was no mortal man , But omnibus horis sapit . Bradshaw , the Knave , sent the King to his grave , And on the Bloud Royal did trample , For which the next Lent , he was made President , And ere long may be made an example . Dorislaus did steer , to Hans mine heer , And Askew to Don at Madril , Ere a man could have scratcht , they were both dispatcht , Yet there they lye Leger still . Martin and St. Johns , and more with a Vengeance , Had each a finger i' th' pye : Some for the Money , and some for the Conny , And some for they knew not why . The Parliament sate as snug as a Cat , And were playing for mine and yours : Sweep-stakes was their Game , till Oliver came , And turn'd it to Knave out of doors . Then a new one was cast , and made up in hast , But alas they could do no more Than empty our purse , and empty us worse Than e're we were married before . But in a good hour , they gave up their power To one that was wiser than they ; By common consent , 't was the first Parliament That ever was felo de se . After all this Jeer , we are never the near , There sits one at the Helm commanding ; One that doth us nick , with a trick for our trick , And the stone in our foot notwithstanding He 'll not relax , one groat of the Tax , Though it come to more then he need , He may keep it in store , till his need be more ; T is an Article of our new Creed . So well he hath wrought , that now he hath brought The Realm to the manner he it meant ; The fishes , and the foul , and the Devil and all , And the monthly pay his high rent . All this we must bear , but 't would make a man swear When they call us a Reformed Nation : It can never sink into my head for to think That this is a Reformation . 'T is the man in the Moon , or the Devil as soon , Our Laws are asleep upon shelves : Our Charter & Freedom , we may bid God speed um , 'T is well we can beg for our selves . Since Nol hath bereft us , and nothing hath left us , Not a Horse or an Oxe to plough land , Let Oliver passe , come fill up my Glasse , And here 's a good health to Rowland .

The Resolve . 1. THere 's no Man so worthy of Envy as he , Drinks Sack , and is free , Can draw down his mind to his present Condition , And at that ebbe , can Shew himself a better man , Then his Enemy at his full tide of Ambition ; Has a breast so well Man'd , he fears not the thunder Of those Bastards of fame , That have got a Name By Rapine and Plunder ; But bravely despiseth , The Mock-Sun that riseth : He that 's quiet within , what need he to care , Though not worth a groat , h 'as the whole world to spare . 2. He 's arm'd 'gainst the Chances and Changes of State , And still meets his Fate , With a Conquering Cup of the stoutest Canary , Drinks healths to the best , And he Wrastles with the rest , Yet never is foyl'd , 'less his liquor miscarry ; His thoughts are more soft then the bed that he lies on ; Who puts his cares to flight , A Prince is o're Night , And next Morn doth rise one ; Let th' Fates do what they will , He 's the self-same Man still : Scepters have Palfies , and Crowns too are shaking , Who soundly doth sleep , need not keep others waking . 3. Then give us the Sack , let the Hen-hearted Cit , Drink Whey , and submit , His Cucumber Courage does ne're well till beaten ; He , Camel-like , kneels , And his Burthen ne're feels , Till his back become gall'd , and his carcasse near eaten ; Has a spirit so poor , that ev'ry Fool rides him ; He 's soul-lesse , alone ; At best , but a Drone , And no Man abides him ; He 's a compact of Clay , That will yield any way : 'T is Sack and good Company sets the Soul free , Like the Musick of that there 's no Harmonie .

Upon Cromwell's pulling out the Long Parliament . 1653.

The Alligory . 1. AS Plutarch doth write , ( a Man of known Credit ) A Serpent there was had a Mutinous Tayle , Rebell'd 'gainst the Head , that so oft had fed it , And would not permit it to lead , or prevaile : Is 't not fit that by turns we Leaders should be Quoth the Tayle ? follow me , as I 've follow'd thee . 2. Now , the Body being grown too strong for the Head , Quoth the Head , if it must be , then let it be so ; For quietnesse sake I yield to be lead , But fear that from hence some mischief will grow ; A thing so un-naturall never was read , As the Head to turn Tayle , and the Tayle to turn Head . 3. A Monster like this , but of stranger Conditions , Engender'd there was in the year thirty nine ; Rebell'd 'gainst the Head , but with fawning Petitions , To have him his Pow'r and his Right to resign ; This Monster ( the truth on 't to speak ) was begot By a Mongrell Parson , and that Hagg the Scot. 4. So large and so mighty this Tayle grew in length , That where ere it came , it swept all before it ; There was no resisting so pow'rfull a strength , The Head at the last was forc't to implore it : All our Castles and Towns this Tayle did subdue , A sad tale to tell , but believe me 't is true . 5. Above seven years Conflict this Head did endure , With that Monsterous Tayle , and the Spawn it begot : During which time no Man's life was secure , Our Goods and our Cattle all went to the Pot : At last came a Champion with an Iron stayle , And ended the strife 'twixt the Head , and the Tayle ▪ 6. The Head being departed the Body began To consult with the Tayle what wa● best to do ; St. George ( quoth the Body ) 't is said was a Man , But what can this thing be is called St. O. Why he ( quoth the Tayle ) was one of our Rout , And 't is wonderous strange he should turn Tayle about . 7. While thus they did argue in rusht our St. O. With Courage more keen then the Sword that he wore ; Quoth he , ye are vile things , not fit here to grow , Such Fiends ne're was known in this place heretofore , The wealth and the fat of the Country doth feed you , And now I do guesse it is high time to bleed you . 8. Some say that this Tayle wore the mark of a P , O , is a Letter in rank known before it ; How e're 't makes no matter , 't is all one to me , Save this , that I 'm sure the O had the more wit ; There 's no Man so blind , but may easily see He hath added unto his small O , a tall P. 9. My Story now ended come viva St. George , That old true blew Lad , and Hospitable-Saint , Bring a Butt of good Sack to fill up my Gorge , At this tale of Head and Tayle I almost faint ; Howe're let it pass ; if you studdy upon 't , I hope you will neither make Head or Tayle on 't .

The Advice . 1. NE're trouble thy self at the Times nor their turnings , Afflictions run circular , and wheele about , Away with these Murmurings , and , these Heart-burnings , With the Juyce of the Grape wee 'l quench the Fire out , Ne're chain , nor imprison thy Soul up in sorrow , What fails us to day , may befriend us to morrow , Wee 'l scorn our Content from others to borrow . 2. Though Fortune hath left us wee 'le strive to regain her , And court her with Cupps till her Favourite come , Then with a Courage untam'd wee 'le maintain her , And silence the noyse of the Enemies Drum , Wee 'le link her unto the Man most deserving , Shall keep her at work , as well as from starving , She shall not hereafter be at her own Carving . 3. I hold him a Novice in Humane affairs , Thinks whirlings in State a wonderous thing , To daub up old Ruines with dirty repairs , And instead of a Scepter to set up a Sling . Such Atomes of Greatnesse are but Fortune's laughter , She fattens them up 'till they 're fitted for slaughter , Then leaves them at Tiburn to Tittar and Tauter .

Sharers in the Government . A MEDLEY . To 8. several Tunes . SOme say the World is but a Cheat , Troth we see 't For the feet Still rebell against the Head , When Antipodian Rulers sway , Who 'le obey ? Thus some say , Shall we not his own steps tread ? Pray were we not in the late Quarrel , All pickl'd up in the same Barrel ? Then why that ? or why this ? Our hearts are as great as his . Harrison . Here is One that claims a share In the Scepter , and the Chaire , Though he cryes Religion down , Hee 's Ambitious for a Crown ; Fain hee 'd have his Head to shine Where his Father ●ngs his Signe , So he should , had I the Power In the twinkling of an how're I , of his disease would cure him . Blake What think you of the Man of War , Whose Muzle is the Sea-mans Star ? Hee 's Arm'd within , and Wall'd without To give the Rout , if that we dare ; But faith the Dutch will hem him in , And make him either sink or swim ; This is the News brought Mr. P — To which he lent scarce half an Eare. There is one , and a sly one , In Scotland , lurks to quarter with the Lyon , He is your comeing Man sir , Will lead the Van sir , Pick out the meaning if you can . Upon the least Commotion ; He wears a Coat with double-colours faced , On one side whereof the States is gravely placed , But on the other the Cavies rudely raced ; Hold Ambodexter whither wilt thou go ? Lambert . Then comes a stout Heart , A Man very pert , Reaking with Revenge , for Disgrace ; He swore he was true To give the Devil his due , And as firm as the Nose on his Face . Ludlow . Another puts in To be a States Pin , Good reason it should be so , He can Circumvent A Parliament ; Then why not Our Oliver O? Some talk this , and some talk that , Some talk of New wars , and some they know not what , But well fare the Cavalier , for at a bare word , Hee 's scarce left either Tongue or Sword . John Lilborn . Then Turbulent-spirited Jack bring up the Reere , For thou hast a Spleene farr keener than any one here ; Thou spurn'st at Authoritie , art Ambition's Minion , And boy●'●t like thy Soap to advance a New-fangled Opinion ; Promotion's thy drift , to rule doth make thy Wits roame , But a Gibbet 't is thought will stand betwixt thee and home .

Upon Cromwell's refusing the Kingly Power . 1. HOw poor is his Spirit ? how lost is his Name , Deceiveth Opinion , and Curtailes his Fame ? When a● his Designs come near to their height , 'Twixt shall I and shall I , suspect their own weight , He has traffiqu'd for Honour , but lost the whole Freight : He that 's stout in the Front , not so in the Rear , Doth forfeit his Fame , and is Cow'd out by Fear . 2. A small part of Honor to him doth belong , Consults not the Glory , but faints in the throng ; That dares not embrace what his own Soul doth Vote , But yields up Our Liberties to a Red-coat ; Sure Midsommer's near , and some Men doth dote : I like the bold Romanes , ( whose Fame ever rings ) That kept in Subjection such pittifull things . 3. He that will be Bug-bea●'d , is turn'd again Child , A Reed than a Scepteris fitter to weild ; Examine the Story , no Story you 'l find , Saving the Story , that Kat will to kind , The World is deluded , the Common-wealth blind ; These false stamps of Honour prove but Copper-Mettle , And Fame sounds as loud from a Tinkers old Kettle . 4. He that past has the Pikes , and found Canon-free , Which shews that noe Curse from his Parents could be , Had a Soul so devout , it made Killing a Trade ; And now to retreat at the sent of a Blade Doth show of what Mold our Knight-Errant was made ▪ He that flagges in his Flight , when 's Ambition sores high , Doth stabb his own Merit , & gives Fame the lye . 5. Then Cicero-like , yea Gown-men drench Cares , O●re-whelm'd with your Own , and your Countries Affairs ; And Pulpit-men too be as Airy as Wee ; Do you but preach Sack up , we 'l ne'r disagree , That Common-wealth's best that is the most free : Then fret not , nor care not , when the Sack 's in our Crown , We can fancy a King up , or fancy Him down .

The Encounter . A SONG . 1. HAng the Presbyters Gill , Bring a Pinte of Sack Will , More O●thodox of the two ; Though a slender dispute Will strike the Elfe mute , Hee s one of the honester Crue . 2. In a Pinte there 's small heart , Sir●ah , bring us a Quart , There 's substance and vigor met , 'T will hold us in Play , Some part of the day , But we 'll suck him before Sun-set . 3. The dareing old Pottle Does now bid us Battle ; Let 's try what his strength can do ; Keep your Ranks and your Files : And for all his Wiles , Wee 'l tumble him down Staires too . 4 The Stout-breasted Lumberd , His Brains ne'r encumber'd With drinking of Gallous three ; Tricongius was named , And by Caesar●amed ●amed , Who dubbed him Knight Cap-a-pe . 5. If then Honour be in 't , Why a pox should we stint Our selves of the fullness it bears ? H' has lesse wit than an Ape In the blood of the Grape , Will not plunge himself o're head and ears . 6. Then summon the Gallon , A stout Foe , and a tall One , And likely to hold us to 't ; Keep Coyn in your Purse , The Word is disburse , I 'le warrant he falls at your foot . 7. See , the bold Foe appears , May he falls that him fears ; Keep you but close Order , and then We will give him the Rout , Be he never so stout , And prepare for his Rallying agen . 8. Wee 'l dreyn the whole Cellar , Pipes , Butts , and the Dweller , If the Wine does flow no faster ; Will , when thou dost slack us , By Warrant from Bacchus , Wee 'l Cane thy Tun-belly'd Master .

The Good Old Cause . NOw Lambert's sunk , and valiant M — Does ape his General Cromwell , And Arthur's Court , 'cause time is short , Does rage like Devils from Hell ; Let 's mark the fate and course of State , Who rises when t'other is sinking , And beleive when this is past 'T will be our turn at last To bring the Good Old Cause by drinking . First , red nos'd Nol he swallowed all , His colour shew'd he lov'd it : But Dick his Son , as he were none , Gav 't off , and hath reprov'd it ; But that his foes made bridge of 's nose , And cry'd him down for a Protector , Proving him to be a fool , that would undertake to rule , And not drink and fight like Hector . The Grecian Lad , he drank like mad , Minding no work above it ; And Sans question kill'd Ephestion , Because he 'd not approve it ; He got command , where God had land , And like a Maudlin Yonker , When he tippled all and wept , he laid him down to sleep , Having no more Worlds to conquer . Rump-Parliament would needs invent An Oath of Abjuration , But Obedience and Allegiance are now come into fashion : Then heres a boul , with a heart and soul To Charles , and let all men say Amen to 't , Though they brought the Father down From a triple Kingdom Crown , Wee 'l drink the Son up agen to 't .

The Protecting Brewer . A Brewer may be a Burgess grave , And carry the matter so fine and so brave , That he the better may play the Knave , Which no body can deny . A Brewer may be a Parliament-man , For there the Knavery first began , And brew most cunning Plots he can , Which no body , &c. A Brewer may put on a Nabal face , And march to the Wars with such a grace , That he may get a Captains place , Which no body , &c. A Brewer may speak so wonderous well , That he may raise strange things to tell , And so to be made a Collonel , Which no body , &c. A Brewer may make his foes to flee , And raise his Fortunes , so that he Lieutenant-General may be , Which no body , &c. A Brewer he may be all in all , And raise his Powers both great and small , That he may be a Lord General , Which no body , &c. A Brewer may be like a Fox in a Cub , And teach a Lecture out of a Tub , And give the wicked world a rub , Which no body , &c. A Brewer by 's Excize and Rate , Will promise his Army he knows what , And set it upon the Colledge-gate , Which no body , &c. Methinks I hear one say to me , Pray why may not a Brewer be , Lord-Chancellor o' th' University , Which no body , &c. A Brewer may be as bold as Hector , When as he has drunk off his cup of Nectar , And a Brewer may be a Lord Protector . Which no body , &c. Now here remans the strangest thing , How this Brewer about his Liquor did bring , To be an Emperour , or a King , Which no body , &c. A Brewer may do what he will , And rob the Church and State , to sell His soul unto the devil of hell , Which no body can deny .

The Power of the Sword . LAY by your Pleading , Law lyes a bleeding , Burn all your Studies down , and throw away your Reading ; Small power the Word has , and can afford us Not half so many Priviledges as the Sword has : It fosters your Masters , it plasters Disasters , And makes your Servants , quickly greater than their Masters ; It venters , it enters , it circles , it centers , And makes a Prentice free in spight of his Indentures . This takes off tall things , and sets up small things , This masters Money , though Money masters all things ; 'T is not in season , to talk of Reason , Or call it Legal , when the Sword will have it Treason ; It conquers the Crown too , the Furres and the Gown too , This set up a Presbyter , and this pull'd him down too ; This subtil Deceiver , turn'd Bonnet to Beaver , Down drops a Bishop , and up starts a Weaver . This fits a Lay-man to preach and pray man , 'T is this can make a Lord of him that was a Dray-man ; Forth from the dull pit , of Follies full pit , This brought an Hebrew Iron-monger to the Pulpit ; Such pittifull things be , more happier than Kings be , This got the Herauldry of Thimblebee and Slingsbee ; No Gospel can guide it , no Law can decide it , In Church or State , untill the Sword hath sanctify'd it . Down goes the Law-tricks , for from that Matrix Sprung holy Hewson's power , and tumbled down St. Patricks ; The Sword prevails so highly in Wales too , Shinkin ap Powel cryes , and swears Cuts-plutteranails too ; In Scotland this Waster , did make such disaster , They sent their Money back for which they sold their Master ; It batter'd so their Dunkirke , and did so the Don firke , That he is fled , and swears , the Devil is in Dunkirke . He that can tower o'er him that is lower , Would be but thought a Fool to put away his Power ; Take Books and rent 'um , who would invent 'um , When as the Sword replyes , Negatur argumentum ? Your grand Colledge Butlers , must stoop to your Sutlers , There 's not a Library living like the Cutlers ; The bloud that is spilt , Sir , hath gain'd all the gilt , Sir , Thus have you seen me run the Sword up to the hilt , Sir .

Cromwell's Coronation . OLiver , Oliver , take up thy Crown , For now thou hast made three Kingdoms thine own ; Call thee a Conclave of thy own creation , To ride us to ruine , who dare thee oppose : Whilst we thy good people are at thy Devotion , To fall down and worship thy terrible Nose . To thee and thy Mermydons , Oliver , we , Do tender our homage as fits thy degree , We 'll pay the Excise and Taxes , God blesse us , With fear and contrition , as penitents should , Whilst you , great Sir , vouchsafe to oppresse us , Not daring so much as in private to soold . We bow down , as cow'd down , to thee and thy Sword , For now thou hast made thy self Englands sole Lord , By Mandate of Scripture , and Heavenly warrant , The Oath of Allegiance , and Covenant too ; To Charles and his Kingdoms thou art Heir apparent , And born to rule over the Turk and the Jew . Then Oliver , Oliver , get up and ride , Whilst Lords , Knights , and Gentry do run by thy side ; The Maulsters and Brewers account it their glory , Great God of the Grain-tub's compared to thee : All Rebells of old are lost in their story , Till thou plod'st along to the Padington-tree .

The BREWER . To the Tune of the Black-smith . THere many a Clinching Verse is made In honour of the Black-smiths trade , But more of the Brewer may be said , Which no body can deny . I need not much of this repeat , The Black-smith cannot be compleat , Unlesse the Brewer do give him a heat , Which no body can deny . When Smug unto the forge doth come , Unlesse the Brew●r doth liquor him home , He 'll never strike thy pot and my pot Tom. Which no body can deny . Of all professions in the town The Brewers trade hath gain'd renown , His liquor reacheth up to the Crown , Which no body can deny . Many new Lords from him there did spring , Of all the trades he still was their King , For the Brewer had the world in a sling , Which no body can deny . He scorneth all Laws and Martial stops , But whips an Army as round as tops , And cuts off his foes as thick as hops , Which no body can deny . He dives for Riches down to the bottom , And cryes , my Masters , when he had got um , Let every tub stand upon his own bottom , Which no body can deny . In War-like acts he scorns to stoop , For when his Army begins to droop , He draws them up us round as a hoop , Which no body can deny . The Jewish Scots that scorns to eat The flesh of Swine , and Brewers beat , 'T was the sight of this hogs-head made 'um retreat , Which no body can deny . Poor Jockie and his basket hilt Was beaten , and much blood was spilt , And their bodies like barrels did run a tilt , Which no body can deny . Though Jemy gave the first assault , The Brewer at last made them to halt , And left them what the Cat left in the Mault . Which no body can deny . They cry'd that Antichrist came to settle Religion in a Cooler and a Kettle , For his Nose and Copper were both of one mettle , Which no body can deny . Some Christian King began to quake , And said , with the Brewer no quarrels we 'll make , We 'll let him alone , as he Brews let him Bake , Which no body can deny . He hath a strong and very stout heart , And thought to be made an Emperor for 't , But the Devil put a spoke in his Cart , Which no body can deny . If any intended to do him disgrace , His fury would take off his head in the place , He alway did carry his Furnesse in his face , Which no body can deny . But yet by the way you must understand , He kept his foes so under command , That Pride could never get the upper hand , Which no body can deny . He was a stout Brewer , of whom we may brag , But now he is hurried away with a hag ; He brew'd in a bottle , and bak'd in a bag , Which no body can deny . And now may all stout Souldiers say , Farewell the glory of the day , For the Brewer himself is turn'd to clay , Which no body can deny . Thus fell the brave Brewer , the bold son of slaughter , We need not to fear what shall follow after , For he dealt all his life time in fire and water , Which no body can deny . And if his Successor had had but his might , We had not been in a pittifull plight , But he was found many grains too light , Which no body can deny . Let 's leave off singing , and drink off our Bub , Wee 'll call for a Reckoning , and every man Club , For I think I have told you a Tale of a Tub. Which no body can deny .

In imitation of Come my Daphne , a Dialogue between Pluto and Oliver . Pluto . COme Imp Royal , come away , Into black night we will turn bright day . Oliver . 'T is Pluto calls , what would my Syre ? Pluto . Come , follow to the Stygian fire , Where Ireton doth wait To welcome thee in state . Oliver . Were I in bed with Lamberts wife , I 'de quit those joyes for such a life . Pluto . My Princely Nol make hast , For thee we keep a Fast . Oliver . In these dismal shades will I Unto thee unfold my Villany . Pluto . In my bosome I 'll thee lay , For thy sake wee 'l all keep holyday . Chorus . Wee 'l rage and roar , and fry in flames , And Charles himself shall see How damn'dly we agree , Yet scorn to change our Chains For his eternal diety .

A Quarrel betwixt Tower-hill and Tyburn . I 'LE tell you a Story that never was told , A tale that hath both head and heel , And though by no Recorder inroll'd , I know you will find it as true as steel . When General Monck was come to the Town , A little time after the Rump had the rout , When Loyalty rose , and Rebellion fell down , They say , that Tower-hill and Tyburne fell out . Q●oth terrible Tyburne to lofty Tower-hill , Thy longed-for daies are come at last , And now thou wilt dayly thy belly fulfill With King-killers bloud whilst I must fast . The High Court of Justice will come to the Bar , There to be cooked and dressed for thee , Whilst I , that live out of Town so far , Must only be fed by Fellony . If Treason be counted the foulest fact , And dying be a Traytor 's due , Then why should you all the glory exact ? You know , they are sitter for me than you . To speak the plain truth , I have groan'd for them long , For when they had routed the Royal Root , And done the Kingdom so much wrong , I knew at the last they would come to 't ▪ When Titchburne sate upon the Ben●h , Twirling his Chain in high degree , With a Beardless Chin , like a withered Wench , Thought I , the Bar is fitter for thee . But then , with stately composed face , Tower-hill to Tyburne made reply , Do not complain , in such a Case Thou shalt have thy share as well as I. There are a sort of Mongrils , which My Lordly Scaffold will disgrace : I know Hugh Peters his fingers itch To make a Pulpit of the place . But t●ke him Tyburn , he is thine own , Divide his quarter● with thy ●●ife , Who did pollute with f●●sh and ●e The quarters of the Butchers wife . The next among these Petticoat-Peers Is Harry Martin , take him thither , But he hath been addle so many years , That I fear he will hardly hang together . There 's Hacker , zealous Tom Harrison too , That boldly defends the bloudy deed , He practizeth what the Jesuites do , To murder his King , as a part of his Creed . There 's single-eyed Hewson the Cobler of Fate , Translated into Buff and Feather , But bootless are all his seams of State When the soul is unript from the upper-leather . Is this prophane mechanical Brood For me , that have been dignfy'd With loyal Land and Straffords blood , And holy Hewet , who lately dy'd ? Do thou contrive with deadly Dun To send them to the River of Stix , 'T is pitty , since those Saints are gone , That Martyrs and Murtherers bloud should mix . Then do not fear me that I will Deprive thee of that fatal Day : 'T is fit those that their King did kill Sould hang up in the Kings high-way . My Priviledge , though I know it is large , Into thy hand I 'le freely give it , For there is Cook that read the Kings Charge , Is only fit for the Devils tribute . Then taunting Tyburn , in great scorn , Did make Tower-hill this rude reply : So much rank bloud my stomack will turn , And thou shalt be sick as well as I. These Traytors made those Martyrs bleed Upon the Block , that thou dost bear , And there it is fit they should dye for the deed ; But Tower-hill cryed , they shall not come there . With that grim Tyburn began to fret , And Tower-hill did look very grim : And sure as a Club they both would have met , But that the City did step between .

The Bloody Bed-roll , or Treason displayed in its Colours . Triumphing News for Cavaliers , The Rump smells strong , cast out by th' Peers . OLd OLIVER's gone to the Dogs , Oh! No I do mistake , Hee 's gone in a Wherry Over the Ferry , Is call'd the Stygian Lake . But Cerberus that Great Porter Did read him such a Lecture , That made him to roar When he came a-shoar For being Lord Protector . News , news , news , Brave Cavaliers be merry , Chear up your sad souls With Bacchus Bowls , Of Claret , White , and Sherry . Where is that Cursed Crew Were of the last King● Jury , By thy damned soul Go fetch them Nol Quoth ●luto in his fury . Where is old Joan thy wife ? Her Highness I would see , Come let her in She shall be my Queen , For a Cuckold thou shalt be . News , news , &c. Make room for a Ramping Lady , One of the Devils race , This ugly Witch , And nasty Bitch Spat in the King 's sweet face . I●le make her a Lady of Honour , Q●oth Pluto let her in , And open the door ; For this old Whore Shall wait upon my Queen . News , n●ws , &c. Here comes Sir HENRY MARTYN As good as ever pist , This wenching beast Had Whores at least A thousand on his lift : This made the Devils laugh , So good a friend to see , At Pluto's Court There 's better sport , Come thou shalt dwell with me . News , news , &c. Bid Caron bring his Boat , Here comes a man of fame , Who hath waited here Above a year , JACK BRADSHAW is his name , O ho quoth Pluto then , As loud as he could yawl , By Oliver's Nose I did suppose Thou hadst been at White-hall . News , news , &c. Thou' rt welcome to my Court , Here on my Scroul I find , I have in store A thousand more As Arrant Rogues behind . Why art thou sad quoth Pluto ? My Servants must appear , Then do not grudge I 'le made thee Judge Of all my Subjects here . News , news , &c. Here comes a friend of mine , Make room for the Lord LISLE , His guests at last Did come so fast That made old Pluto smile . Thou must along with me , Now 't is too late to rue it , Thy damned Soul Is on my Scroul , Remember Doctor Hewet . News , news , &c. What is the Cause Sir ARTHUR Your Pulses go so quick ? 'T is Bishops Lands That 's in your hands VVhich makes them beat so thick . Thy Oath of Abjuration Was far a worser thing , For the Devil and thou Did study how VVe should abjure our KING . News , news , &c. Next comes Sir HENRY MILDMAY As good as ever twang'd , VVhat Laws had we VVhen he scap'd free And honest men were hang'd ? Perhaps the KING 's good grace May pardon what is past , But that 's all one At Pluto's Throne Thou must appear at last , News , news , &c , Shall Traytors be conceal'd ? Oh! no Sir HENRY VANE , 'T is a pittifull thing For our good KING When Traytors are in grain . If thou wilt take the pains , Then pray thee go and look , For I am told Thou art enrol'd In Pluto's bloody Book . News , news , &c. Here comes the Learned SPEAKER , Whose baggs of Gold do rust , Who would not hear A Cavalier Though his Cause were nere so just . Corruption bears the sway Where Justice is deny'd , The Devil take him , And Mr. PYM , And likewise Collonel PRIDE . News , news , &c. Make room for one-ey'd HEWSON , A Lord of such account , 'T was a pretty Jest That such a Beast Should to such honour mount . When Coblers were in fashion , And Nigherds in such grace ; 'T was sport to see How PRIDE and he Did justle for the Place . News , news , &c. What dreadfull shew is this ? 'T is PRIDEAUX or his Ghost , He makes such hast , And comes so fast , I think He 's riding Post . A Lawyer if thou art , Amongst the damned souls , At Pluto's Barre , 'T is better farre Then pleading at the Roles . News , news , &c. Oh welcome Dr. PETERS , And Co●ne●●OYCE also , One of these twain Was worse than Cain That gave the deadly blow : One of these Cursed Rogues Was he that did the feat , But some men say 'T was that Lord GRAY That made the work compleat . News , news , &c. A Boat for this Old Doctor To cross the River Styx , For Pluto he Desired to see Some of his Antick tricks ; My Chaplain thou shalt be , What more can be desired ? Oh! quoth he That cannot be , My Lease is not expir'd . News , news , &c. Oh! my Rump , my Rump , my Rump , My Rump smells wonderous strong , The blisters rise About my Thighs With voting here so long , My Rump is grown so sore , I can no longer sit , Hold up thy Bum , The Devil is come With a Plaister to cure it . News , news , &c. VVhen Pluto keeps his feast , The Rogues must all appear , And Mr. SCOT I had forgot , Must tast of this good Chear . Find out the Man , quoth Pluto , That is the greatest sinner , If COOK be he Then COOK shall be The Cook to Cook my dinner , News , news , &c. God blesse the KINGS good grace , And keep him from his foes , I wish the rather Because his Father , Had too too many of those . God blesse the Duke of YORK , His Sister , and Another , Accurst be those That do oppose The sending for their Mother . News , news , news , Brave Cavaliers be merry , Chear up your sad souls With Bacchus Bowls , Of Claret , White , and Sherry .

The four Legg'd Elder ; or a Relation of a Horrible Dog and an Elders Maid . To the Tune of The Ladies fall ; Or Gather your Rose Buds , and 50 other Tunes . 1. ALL Christians , and Lay-Elders too , For shame amend your Lives , I 'll tell you of a Dog-trick now , Which much concerns your wives . An Elder 's Maid near Temple-bar ( Ah what a Quean was she ! ) Did take an ugly Mastiff Cur Where Christians use to be . Help House of Commons , House of Peers ! Oh now or never help ! Th' Assembly having sate four years Have now brought forth a whelp ! 2. One Evening late she stept aside , Pretending to fetch Eggs , And there she made her self a Bride To one that had four leggs : Her Master heard a Rumblement , And wonder'd she did tarry , Not dreaming ( without his consent ) His Dog would ever marry . Help House of Commons , &c. 3. He went to peep , but was afraid , And hastily did run To fetch a Staff to help his Maid , Not knowing what was done ; He took his Elder 's Cane , And cry'd out , Help , help here ! For Swash our Mastiff and poor Jane Are now , fight Dog , fight Bear . Oh House of Commons , &c. 4. But when he came he was full sorry , For he perceiv'd their strife , That according to the Directory These two were Dog and Wife : Ah ( then he said ) thou cruel Quean , Why hast thou me beguil'd ? I wonder'd Swash was grown so lean , Poor Dog he 's almost spoyl'd . Oh House of Commons , &c. 5. I thought thou hadst no carnal sense But what 's in other Lasses , And could have quench'd thy Cupiscence According to the Classis ; But all the Parish see it plain , Since thou art in this pickle , Thou art an Independent Quean , And lov'st a Conventicle . Oh House of Commons , &c. 6. Alas now each Malignant Rogue Will all the world perswade That she that 's Spouse unto a Dog , May be an Elder 's Maid ; They 'll jeer us if abroad we stir , Good Master Elder stay , Sir , of what Classis is your Cur ; And then what can we say ? Oh House of Commons , &c. 7. They 'll many graceless Ballads sing Of a Presbyterian , That a Lay-Elder is a thing Made up half-Dog half-Man : Out , out , ( said he , and smote her down ) Was Mankind grown so scant ? There 's scarce another Dog in town Had took the Covenant . Oh House of Commons , &c. 8. Then Swash began to look full grim , And Jane did thus reply , Sir , you thought nought too good for him , You fed your Dog too high : T is true , he took me in the lurch , And leapt into my arm , But ( as I hope to come to Church ) I did your Dog no harm . Oh House of Commons , &c. 9. Then she was brought to Newgate Gaol , And there was naked stript , They whipt her till the Cord did fail , As Dogs use to be whipt : Poor City Maids shed many a tear When she was lash'd and bang'd , And had she been a Cavalier , Surely she had been hang'd . Oh House of Commons , &c. 10. Her 's was but Fornication found , For which she felt the lash , But his was Buggery presum'd , Therefore they hanged Swash . What will become of Bishops then , Or Independency , For now we find both Dogs and Men Stand for Presbytery . Oh House of Commons , &c. 11. She might have took a Sow-gelder , With Synod-men good store , But she would have a Lay-Elder With two legs , and two more . Go tell the Assembly of Divines , Tell Adoniram Blew , Tell Burges , Marshall , Case , and Vines , Tell Now-and-Anon-too . Oh House of Commons , &c. 12. Some said she was a Scotish Girl , Or else ( at least ) a Witch ; But she was born in Colchester , Was ever such a Bitch ! Take heed all Christian Virgins now , The Dog-star now prevails ; Ladies beware your Monkeys too , For Monkeys have long tails . Oh House of Commons , &c. 13. Blesse King and Queen , and send us peace , As we had seven years since , For we remember no Dog-dayes While we enjoy'd our Prince : Bless sweet Prince Charles , two Dukes , three Girls , O save His Majesty ! Grant that his Commons , Lords , and Earls , May lead such lives as He Oh House of Commons , House of Peers ! Oh now or never help ! Th' Assembly having sate four years , Have now brought forth a whelp !

News from Colchester . Or , A Proper new Ballad of certain Carnal passages betwixt a Quaker and a Colt , at Horsley near Colchester in Essex . To the Tune of Tom of Bedlam . 1. ALL in the Land of Essex , Near Colchester the Zealous , On the side of a bank , Was play'd such a Prank , As would make a Stone-horse jealous . 2. Help Woodcock Fox , and Nailor , For Brother Green 's a Stallion , Now alas what hope Of converting the Pope , When a Quaker turns Italian ! 3. Even to our whole profession A scandall 't will be counted , When 't is talkt with disdain Amongst the Profane , How Brother Green was mounted . 4. And in the Good time of Christmas , Which though our Saints have damn'd all , Yet when did they hear That a damn'd Cavalier Ere play'd such a Christmas gamball ? 5. Had thy flesh , O Green , been pamper'd With any Cates unhallow'd , Hadst thou sweetned thy Gums With Pottage of Plums , Or prophane minc'd Pie hadst swallow'd . 6. Roll'd up in wanton Swine's-flesh , The Fiend might have crept into thee , Then fullnesse of gut Might have made thee rut , And the Devil have so rid through thee . 7. But alas , he had been feasted With a Spiritual Collation , By our frugal Mayor , Who can dine on a Prayer , And sup on an Exhortation . 8. 'T was meer impulse of Spirit , Though he us'd the weapon carnal , Filly Foal , quoth he , My Bride thou shalt be : And how this is lawfull , learn all . 9. For if no respect of Persons Be due 'mongst the sons of Adam , In a large extent , Thereby may be meant That a Mare 's as good as a Madam . 10. Then without more Ceremony , Not Bonnet vail'd , nor Kist her , But took her by force , For better for worse , And us'd her like a Sister . 11. Now when in such a Saddle A Saint will needs be riding , Though we dare not say 'T is a falling away , May there not be some back-sliding ? 12. No surely , quoth James Nailor , 'T was but an insurrection Of the Carnal part , For a Quaker in heart Can never lose perfection . 13. For ( as our Masters teach us ) The intent being well directed , Though the Devil trapan The Adamical man , The Saint stands un-infected . 14. But alas a Pagan Jury Ne're judges what 's intended , Then say what we can , Brother Green's out-ward man I fear will be suspended . 15. And our Adopted Sister Will find no better quarter , But when him we inroul For a Saint , Filly Foal Shall passe her self for a Martyr . 16. Rome that Spiritual Sodome , No longer is thy debter , O Colchester , now Who 's Sodome but thou , Even according to the Letter ?

The Four-legg'd Quaker . To the Tune of The Four-legg'd Elder . 1. ALL that have two or but one ear , ( I dare not tell ye half ) You of an Essex Colt shall hear Will shame their very Calf . In Horsley Fields near Colchester A Quaker would turn Trooper ; He caught a Foal and mounted her ( O base ! ) below the Crupper . Help Lords , and Commons , once more help , O send us Knives and Daggers ! For if the Quakers be not gelt Your Troops will have the Staggers . 2. Ralph Green ( it was this Varlet's name ) Of Colchester you 'll swear , For thence the Four-legg'd Elder came , Was ever such a Pair ! But though 't was foul 'tween Swash and Jane , Yet this is ten times worse ; For then a Dog did play the Man , But Man now play'd the Horse . Help , &c. 3. The Owner of the Colt was nigh , ( Observing their Embrace ) And drawing nearer did espy The Quaker's sorrel Face : My Foal is ravish'd ( then he cryes , And fiercely at him ran ) Thou Rogue , I 'll have thee haltered twice , As Horse and eke as Man ! Help , &c. 4. Ah Devil , do'st thou tremble ? now 'T is sore against thy will ; For Mares and preaching Ladies know Thou hast a Colts tooth still : But mine 's not guilty of this Fact , She was by thee compelled ; Poor thing , whom no man ever backt Thou wickedly hast Bellied . Help , &c. 5. O Friend ( said Green , with sighs and groans ) Let this thy wrath appease ! ( And gave him then eight new Half-crowns To make him hold his peace ) The man reply'd , though I for this Conceal thy Hugger Mugger , Do'st think it lawfull for a Piece A silly Foal to Bugger ? Help , &c. 6. The Master saw his Colt defil'd , Which vext his Soul with doubt ; For if his Filly prov'd with Childe He knew All would come out : Then he afresh began to rave , ( For all his Money taking ) Neighbours , said he , I took this Knave ' i th' very act of Quaking . Help , &c. 7. Then to the Pinfold ( Gaol I mean ) They dragg'd him by the Mane , They call'd him Beast , and call'd her Quean , As if she had been Jane . O stone him ( all the Women cry'd ) Nay geld him ( which is worse ) Who scorn'd us all , and took a Bride That 's Daughter to a Horse ! Help , &c. 8. The Colt was silent all this while , And therefore 't was no Rape , The Virgin foal he did beguile , And so intends to scape : For though he caught her in a Ditch Where she could not revolt , Yet he had no Scott'sh spurr nor Switch To ride the willing Colt Help , &c. 9. O England's pride , Go burn this long-tail'd Quean , For though the Thames runs by thy side , It cannot wash thee clean ! 'T is not thy Bleating Sonn's complaints , Hold forth such wanton courses , Thy Oysters hint the very Saint To horn the very Horses . Help , &c. 10. Though they salute not in the Street ( Because they are our Masters ) 'T is now reveal'd why Quakers meet In Meadows , Woods , and Pastures . But Hors-men , Mare-men , all and some Who Man and Beast perplex , Not only from East-Horsley come , But from West-Middle-Sex . Help , &c. 11. This was not GREEN the Feltmaker , Nor Willow GREEN the Baker , Nor GEORGE the Sea-GREEN Mariner , But RALPH the Grasse-GREEN Quaker , Had GREEN the Sow-gelder but known , And done his Office duly , Though RALPH was GREEN when he came on , He had come off most blewly . Help , &c. 12. Alas you know by Man's flesh came The Foul-disease to Naples , And now we fear the very same Is broke into our Stable● ; For Death hath stoln so many Steeds From Prince and Peer , and Carrier , That this new Murrain rather needs a * * Physician to the Earl of Pembrook , who is no Quaker nor Quacker . FARRAR than a Farrier Help , &c. 13. Nay if this GREEN within the walls Of Colchester left forces , Those Cavaliers were Caniballs , Eating his Humane Horses ! But some make Man their second course , ( In cool Blood will not spare ) Who butcher Men and favour Horse Will couple with a Mare . Help , &c. 14. This Centaur , unquoth Other thing , Will make a dreadfull Breach : Yet though an Ass may speak or * * A new Sect of young Men and Women , who pray , eat and sing ex tempore . sing , O let not Horses preach ! But bridle such wilde Colts who can When they 'll obey no Summons , For things begot 'tween Mare & Man Are neither Lords nor Commons . Help , &c. 15. O Elders , Independants too , Though all your Power 's combin'd ▪ Quakers will grow too strong for you Now Horse and Man are joyn'd : While Cavaliers , poor foolish Rogues , Know only Maids Affairs , She-Presbyters can deal with Dogs , And Quaking-men with Mares . Help , &c. 16. Now as when Milan Town was rear'd , A Monstrous Sow untam'd , With Back half Hair half Wool appear'd , 'T was Mediolanum nam'd : So Colchester must have recourse To some such four-legg'd Sister , For sure as Horsley came from Horse , From Colt 't was call'd Col-chester . Help , Lords and Commons , &c.

A JOLT on Michaelmas day 1654. To the Tune of To himself that hath fool'd More than Mahomet could , &c. 1. IT fell on a day , When good People say St. Michael beat the Dragon , My Lord the Protector Did drive ( like a Hector ) A Coach instead of a * * Londinium petere solebat gestatorio , se● vehiculo communi . Wagon . 2. Because he did hear The Chareteer Did antiently wear a Crown , Up went the Horse-heels , Round round went the Wheeles , 'Till his Highnesse came head-long down . 3. He reign'd them so hard , They look'd back and were scar'd To see him so red and so grim Away then they fled , And though he us'd to lead , This new-modell'd Horse would lead him . 4. But O how they snuff When his Pistol flew off , For which all the Saints suspect him , Doth Providence attend him , Thirty thousand defend him , Yet a poor Pocket-pistol protect him ; 5. How many a Hurl Had poor Mr. * * Vocem 〈◊〉〈◊〉〈◊〉〈◊〉〈◊〉 THURLO rithmicè respondentem nostrates desiderant : nomen itaque ( ipsius homulli instar crucis ) hanc 〈◊〉〈◊〉〈◊〉〈◊〉〈◊〉 patitur ; nostroque vel versiculo , ac ipso curru , huc illuc impellitur . Thurl — — Lo ! He in the Coach did prank it : He thought he had sate Chief Secretary of State , But was toss'd like a Dog in a Blanket . 6. Nay had they run faster Hee 'd follow his Master Through all the Sceans of this Mad-show : A Brewer , a Collonel , A Preacher a General , A Protector , a King — then comes Bradshaw . 7. They slander my Lord With a bug-bear Word , That he did like Phaeton drive ; But his Highness try'd Six Horses to guide , And Phaeton had now five . 8. Mad Phaeton hurl'd Fire all o're the World , Then dead in a River was found : But my Lord had no ayme To set all in a flame , And never was born to be drown'd . 9. 'T was Nero did strive Such Charets to drive , And publickly shew'd his Work ; But when my Lord sticks Up his Bills to shew tricks , Hee 'l undo th' other dauncing Turk . 10. But if you look high , There 's some reason why These Jades did so fling and skip , For though we afford Him the power of the Sword , He had no command of the Whip . 11. Enthron'd in his Chair ( What a pox did He there ? ) He took such Protectorly courses , He seem'd Horse and Mule , But 't is easier to rule Three Kingdoms , than six Horses . 12. Not a day nor an hour But we felt his Power , And now he would shew us his Art : His first Reproach Is a fall from a Coach , And his last will be from a Cart.

The House out of Doors . April 20. 1653. To the Tune of Cook Laurell . 1. YOu saw Eleven Members turn'd out of Doors , And 200. more were driven from home , And then their own Lords were voted down stairs , ( When some of them crept into the Lower room : ) We purg'd and we purg'd , but all would not do 't , The Body had got such a damnable Paunch ) 'Till OLIVER fell upon Branch and Root , Then down with it , down with it , down Root and Branch . With a hey down , down a down down , Sing ho down down to make up the Ditty , With a hey down down a down down , The Parliament's broke as well as the City . 2. These Remnant Members began to say Their General was fit to be had in suspition ; And offer'd to Vote his Commission away , As if ( forsooth ) they had given him his Commission : He did ( yet did not ) make use of his Sword , On Men that could vote , and vote , but no more ; He shew'd them his Hilt , and spake but a word , And that word blew the whole House out of door . With a hey down , &c. The Parliament's broke as well as the City . 3. This day was Strafford all-to-be-Traytor'd , Because ( they say ) He had an Intent ( As this day Nol the Members scatter'd ) April 20. 1641 April 20. 1653 By an Army to force the Parliament . At which old VANE now rants and raves , For Strafford's bloud is not yet grown cold ) And yet we must say while we speak of Knaves , The Old is the Young , and the Young is the Old . With a hey down , &c. The Parliament's broke as well as the City . 4. Sir MILDMAY then with his hand on his groin , ( As fit for a Knave of the Diamonds ) stood : He eat the Kings Bread , & drank the Kings Wine , So long till at last he drank of his Bloud . So did CORNELIVS HOLLAND too , Whose share i' th' Revenue doth fill three Pages , But now when the House is broke up ( you know ) 'T is fit Houshold Servants be paid their Wages . With a hey down , &c. The Parliament's broke as well as the City . 5. The Judge of Morocco ( Treason HILL ) Devour'd at a Morsell all Taunton Dean , He keeps five Chambers i' th' Temple , but will ( Now th' House is pull'd down ) be a Hillock again . And the Devil too for his BOND doth call , Though Dennis from Chamber to Chamber did hop , He sate Lord President at Whitehall , But now must go home to fit in his shop . With a hey , &c. The Parliament's broke as well a● the City . 6. Now Alderman Fustian cocks not his Beaver , Who chang'd his Name from Perry to PVRY , A Dean and a Bishop made out of a Weaver , That had been refus'd to be of a Jury : He vow'd to leave not a Gentleman , Though every House were as big as Rome : In all bloody Votes he highest ran ; But now may run down to his Bottom and Loom . With a hey , &c , The Parliament's broke as well as the City . 7. Now look to your Wives , for I am inform'd That carnal SCOT is again broke loose ; But the House that shelter'd his Lust is Reform'd As he did the Hall of Lambeth-house ; ( For he knew the High Commission sate there ) Both King and Cromwell he openly curs'd , But Oliver now will pay his Arrear , For of all kind of Scots the English is worst . With a hey down , down a down down , Sing ho down down to make up the Ditty , With a hey down down a down down , The Parliament's broke as well as the City .

The RUMP . December 26. 1659. To the Tune of The Blacksmith . NOw Master & Prentice for Rimes must pump On Hab , St. John's . Noll , Arthur , and Lawson Vantrump , A Long Parliament of a Short Rump . Which no body can deny . For Wits and No-Wits now have an Itch To prepare some damnable tearing Switch For them whose very Face is a Breech . Which , &c. Twelve years they sate above Kings and Queens , Full twelve , and then had enter'd their teens When Oliver came to out-sin their Sins . Which , &c. And yet after all his signal Septembers , Both he and his Babe , and his Other-House Members Saw Rump was but asleep in its Embers . Which , &c. For up it rose , then out 't was blown , For Lambert and Rump like my Lady and Joan , Blew in and out till Rump blew out John . Which , &c ▪ And then it swell'd with such monstrous growth That by and by it broke out in the South , From whence it was called PORTS-MOUTH . Which , &c. From thence to London it rode tan-tivy , ( Though London then wore Holly and Ivy ) And sate at Whitehall in a Council-Privy . Which , &c. Then suddenly Fleetwood fell from Grace , And now cryes Heaven hath spit in his face , Though he smelt it came from another place . Which , &c. Janizary Desbrow then look'd pale , For , said he , if this Rump prevail , 'T will blow me back to my old Plough-tayl , Which , &c. But when he felt his own Regiment kick , Oh , quoth he , this was my own Trick 'Gainst my Brother Nol and my Nephew Dick. Which , &c. Now whom the Devil doth Rump represent ? 'T was This that Sir Thomas Jermyn meant When he call'd it a Whipping Parliament . Which , &c. We 're stript of all shelter from the long Robe , As rich and warm as the Devil left Job , For Satan Rump sits Lord of the Globe . Which , &c. And yet when all is examin'd and ponder'd , You 'll find three Kingdoms enslav'd & plunder'd , For saying Fourty is lesse than Four hundred . Which , &c. And now behold the Sign is in Clune , But if Monck be honest or wise , then soon he Makes Rump but the Italian's Domo Communi . Which , &c. Heaven bless the King , with his two brave Brothers , From Rumps and Lords of the House call'd Others , And hang these Rumping Sons of their Mothers . Which , &c. And that He may blesse both Us and our Heirs , Let all the Members of Commons and Peers , Turn honest as He that wants his Ears . Which no body can deny .

Sir Eglamor and the Dragon : Or a Relation how Generall George Monck slew a most Cruell Dragon Febr. 11. 1659. To the Tune of Sir Eglamor . 1. GEnerall George that Valiant wight , He took his Sword and he would go fight , And as he rode through London Town , Men , Women , Posts , and Gates , fell down . 2. But turning about towards Westminster , He saw it must come to Fight Dog , Fight Bear , For there an old Dragon sate in its Den , Had devour'd ( God knows how many ) brave Men. 3. This Dragon it was and a monstrous Beast , With fourty or fifty heads at least , And still as this Dragon drank down Blood , Those heads would wag and cry good — good — good ! 4. No Hidra nor Leviathan , For every Head look'd like a Man , And yet they all grew Hidra-wise , For cut off one and another would rise 5. Besides it had most Devilish claws , Call'd Committees of the Good Old Cause ; But Devil and his Dam had no such Paunch As this which swallow'd Root and Branch . 6. It swallow'd Churches , Pallaces , Forrests , Islands , Lands , and Seas , Cathedrall Choires it made but a Sallad , And left not a man to sing a Ballad . 7. But that which made this Dragon prevaile , Was a damnable Sting stuck in its Tayle , This Tayle 'gainst Christendom made Wars , And swept down all St. Georges Stars . 8. Then Aegypts Plagues we understood , Darknesse , Rivers turn'd to Blood , Upstart Vermin thick as wooll , And Frogs and Locusts Pulpits full . 9. Yet that which most did Plague these Isles , Three Kingdoms lay so sick of th' Piles , For every man in dolefull dump Was tortur'd with a Bloody Rump . 10. But as in its Den this Dragon did sit , George gave it many a gay good hit , Though then he had no Sword nor Sythe on , But fought as Phoebus slew old Python . 11. For George shot at him a flaming Letter , ( Which some then thought might have been better He wipe'd the Rump away with a Paper , And out it flew like a stinking Vapour . 12. Now London had her own desire , For every Street was pav'd with fire , All Men and Bells with many a thump , Cry'd Rump-Rump-Rump-Rump-Rump-Rump-R . 13. Six thousand fifty Bone-fires then , ( By twenty more thenth ' Army had Men ) O monstrous Rump , that thus requires ( Though but half broyl'd ) six thousand Fires ▪ 14. This very day that Rump was burn'd , Old Magna Charta was confirm'd ; This day they Voted that monstrous thing , Febr. 11. 1647. That no Addresses be made to the King . 15. Now God bless Charles , & York , & Gloucester , From many or from one Impostor , May Kings , and Peers , and Commons joyn To save us both from Rump and Loyn.

The Cities Feast to the Lord Protector . To the Tune of Cook Laurell . SIR Mayor invites his Highnesse his guest , And bids him to Grocers-Hall to dinner , There never was Saint at so great a Feast Provided him at the Charge of a Sinner . With a ran tan the Devil is dead . And what was the day do you think , without jesting , Of all the year it was Ash-wednesday , This pious Reformer set apart for his Feasting , When all good Christians should Fast and Pray . With a ran tan the Devil is dead . The Souldiers in clusters throng'd for place , To see this Monster of their own making , And said it was a Protectors grace , But that it wanted not much of A King . With a ran tan the Devil is dead . The Bucks of the City in herds were met , And were paled in with a very good fence , But what their Does did , I cannot tell yet , Of that ye may hear three quarters hence . With a ran tan the Devil is dead . With that the Recorder marcht up to the Hall With a dish of Divinity drest for his pallate , And laid before him a shoulder of Saul , With a savory simily by for a salate . With a ran tan the Devil is dead . His Highnesse commanded to lay it by , 'T was fit for his people he 'd make it known , And they should have it , good reason why , For they wanted more shoulders than their own . With a ran tan the Devil is dead . A dish of Delinquents heads in a Charger Was sent as a present from Goldsmiths Hall , He wisht his stomack ten times larger , Yet made a long neck and poach'd them all . With a ran tan the Divil is dead . A Prelate was next , and to him he buckles , With a Bishoprick truss'd before and behinde , His Highness was in with him up to the knuckles , And to his own kitchin the skuers assign'd . With a ran tan the Divel is dead . His Highness then calld ' for a boule of Canary , And drank so deep that it made him reel , He toss'd it to Lambert , and Lambert to Harry , And Harry to the Mayor , and the Mayor to Steel . With a ran tan the Devil is dead . When Dinner was ended , away to the banquet , Where snatching of Sugar-plums one from another , H●l fill'd up his pockets , and said God be thanked , And carried them home to his Lady Mother . With a ran tan the Devil is dead . Then his Highness commanded the Mayor to kneel , The Beast of the City was soon on his knees , He made him a Knight with iron and steel , And bid him rise up , and pay him his fees . With a ran tan the Devil is dead . Up rose my Lords worship and made him a leg , With that the Knight-maker did give him the Sword ; His Highnesse did spice him without a nutmeg , When he made a bad Knight of a pittifull Lord . With a ran tan the Devil is dead . When he left the City he broke a jest , His words were pithy , and I 'le repeat them , Farewell ( quoth his Highness ) thou spur-gall'd Beast , Fools make the Feasts , and wise men eat them . With a ran tan the Devil is dead .

FINIS .

RUMP SONGS . The Second Part.

The Re-resurrection of the RUMP . Or , Rebellion and Tyranny revived . To the Tune of the Blacksmith . IF none be offended with the scent , Though I foul my mouth , I 'le be content , To sing of the Rump of a Parliament . Which no body can deny . I have sometimes fed on a Rump in Sowse , And a man may imagine the Rump of a Lowse ; But till now was ne're heard of the Rump of a House . Which no body can deny . There 's a Rump of Beef , and the Rump of a Goose , And a Rump whose neck was hang'd in a Noose ; But ours is a Rump can play fast and loose . Which no body can deny . A Rump had Jane Shore , and a Rump Messaleen , And a Rump had Antonies resolute Queen ; But such a Rump as ours is , never was seen , Which no body can deny . Two short years together we English have scarce Been rid of thy Rampant Nose ( Old Mars ) But now thou hast got a prodigious Arse . Which no body can deny When the parts of the Body did all fall out , Some Votes it is like did pass for the Snout ; But that the Rump should be King was never a doubt . Which no body can deny . A Cat has a Rump , and a Cat has nine Lives , Yet when her Head 's off , her Rump never strives ; But our Rump from the Grave hath made two Retrives . Which no body can deny . That the Rump may all their Enemies quail , They 'll borrow the Devills Coat of Mayl , And all to defend their Estate in Tayl. Which no body can deny . But though their scale now seems to be th' upper , There 's no need of the charge of a Thanksgiving , supper , For if they be the Rump , the Armi's their Crupper . Which no body can deny . There 's a Saying belongs to the Rump , Which is good although it be worn to the stump , That on the Buttocks I 'le give thee a Thump . Which no body can deny . There 's a Proverb in which the Rump claims a part , Which hath in it more of Sence than of Art , That for all you can do I care not a Fart . Which no body can deny . There 's another Proverb gives the Rump for his Crest , But Alderman Atkins made it a Jest , That of all kind of Lucks , shitten Luck is the best . Which no body can deny . There 's another Proverb that never will fail , That the good the Rump will do when they prevail Is to give us a Flop with a Fox-tail . Which no body can deny . There is a Saying which is made by no Fools , I never can hear on 't , but my heart it cools , That the Rump will spend all we have in Close-stools . Which no body can deny . There 's an Observation wise and deep , Which without an Onion will make me to weep , That Flyes will blow Maggots in the Rump of a Sheep . Which no body can deny . And some that can see the wood from the trees , Say , this sanctified Rump in time we may leese ; For the Cooks do challenge the Rumps for their Fees . Which no body can deny . When the Rump do sit wee 'l make it our Moan , That a Reason be enacted if there be not one , Why a Fart hath a tongue , and a Fyest hath none . Which no body can deny . And whilst within the Walls they lurk , To satisfie us , will be a good work , Who hath most Religion , the Rump or the Turk . Which no body can deny . A Rump's a Fag-end , like the baulk of a Furrow , And is to the whole like the Jail to the Burrough , 'T is the Bran that is left when the Meal is run thorough . Which no body can deny . Consider the VVorld , the Heav'n is the Head on 't , The Earth is the middle , and we men are fed on 't ; But Hell is the Rump , and no more can be sed on 't . Which no body can deny . Flectere si nequeunt Superos Acharonta movebunt .

A New-Years-Gift for the RUMP . YOu may have heard of the Politick Snout , Or a tale of a Tub with the bottom out , But scarce of a Parliament in a shitten Clout . Whih no body can deny . 'T was Atkins first serv'd this Rump in with Mustard , The sawce was a compound of Courage and Custard , Sir Vane bless'd the Creature : Nol snufled & blusterd . Which no body can deny . The Right was then in Old Olivers Nose , But when the Devil of that did dispose , It descended from thence to the Rump in the cloze . Which no body can deny . Nor is it likely there to stay long , The Retentive Faculties being gone , The Juggle is stale , and Mony there 's none . Which no body can deny . The Secluded Members made a Tryal To Enter , but them the Rump did defie all By the Ordinance of Self-denyal . Which no body can deny . Our Politique Doctors do us Teach , That a Blood-sucking Red-coat's as good as a Leech , To Relieve the Head , if applyed to the Breech . Which no body can deny . But never was such a Worm as Vane ; When the State scour'd last , it voided him then , Yet now he 's crept into the Rump again . Which no body can deny . Ludlow's Fart , was a Prophetique Trump : ( There was never any thing so Jump ) T was the very Type , of a Vote of this Rump . Which no body can deny . They say 't is good Luck , when a Body rises With the Rump upward ; but he that advises To Live in that Posture is none of the wisest . Which no body can deny . The Reason is worse , though the rime be untoward , When things proceed with the wrong end forward ; But they talk of sad news to the Rump from the Norward . VVhich no body can deny . 'T was a wonderfull thing the strength of that Part , At a Blast , it will take you a Team from a Cart ; And Blow a Man's Head away with a Fart . VVhich no body can deny . When our Brains are Sunck below the Middle , And our Consciences steer'd by the hey down-diddle , Then things will go round without a Fiddle . VVhich no body can deny . You may order the City with a Hand-Granado , Or the General with a Bastonado , But no way for a Rump like a Carbonado . VVhich no body can deny . To make us as famous in Counsel , as VVars , Here 's Lenthal , a Speaker for mine — And Fleetwood is a Man of Mars . VVhich no body can deny . 'T is pitty that Nedhams Fall'n into Disgrace , For he orders a Bum with a marvailous Grace , And ought to attend the Rump by his Place . VVhich no body can deny . Yet this in despight of all Disasters , Although he hath Broken the Heads of his Masters , 'T is still his Profession , to give 'em all Plasters . VVhich no body can deny . Let 'em cry down the Pope , till their Throats are sore , Their Design was to bring him in at the back door , For the Rump has a mind to the Scarlet-whore . VVhich no body can deny . And this is a truth at all hands confest , However unskillfull in any of the rest ; The Rump speaks the Language of the Beast . VVhich no body can deny . They talk that Lambert is like to be try'd For Treason , and Buggery beside , Because that he did the Rump bestride . VVhich no body can deny . The Rump's an old Story , if well understood 'T is a thing dress'd up in a Parliaments Hood , And lik't ; but the Taile stands where the Head should . VVhich no body can deny . 'T would make a man scratch where it does not itch , To see forty Fools heads in one Politick breech , And that — hugging the Nation as the Devil did the VVitch . VVhich no body can deny . From rotten Members preserve our VVives : From the mercy of a Rump , our Estates and our Lives , For they must needs go , whom the Devil drives . Which no body can deny .

A New Ballad . To an Old Tune , Tom of Bedlam . Make room for an honest Red-coat , ( And that you 'l say's a wonder ) The Gun , and the Blade , Are his Tools , — and his Trade , Is for Pay , to Kill and Plunder . Then away with the Laws , And the Good Old Cause , Ne'r talk o' the Rump or the Charter , 'T is the Cash does the feat , All the rest 's but a Cheat , VVithout That , there 's no Faith nor Quarter . 'T is the Mark of our Coin , GOD WITH US , And the Grace of the Lord go along with 't , When the Georges are flown , Then the Cause goes down , For the Lord is departed from it . Then away , &c. For Rome , or for Geneva , For the Table , or the Altar , This spawn of a Vote , He cares not a Groat — For the Pence , hee 's your dog in a Halter . Then away , &c. Tho' the Name of King or Bishop , To Nostrils pure may be Loathsom , Yet many there are , That agree with the Maior , That their Lands are wondrous toothsom . Then away , &c. When our Masters are Poor , we Leave 'em , 'T is the Golden Calf we bow too ; VVe kill , and we slay , Not for Conscience , but Pay ; Give us That , wee 'l fight for you too : Then away , &c. 'T was That first turned the King out ; The Lords , next : then , the Commons : 'T was that kept up Nol , Till the Devil fetch'd his Soul ; And then it set the Bum on 's . Then away , &c. Drunken Dick was a Lame Protector , And Fleetwood a Backslider : These we served as the rest , But the City 's the Beast That will never cast her Rider . Then away , &c : When the Maior holds the Stirrop , And the Shreeves cry , God speed your Honours : Then 't is but a Jump , And up goes the Rump , That will spur to the Devil upon us . Then away , &c. And now for a fling at your Thimbles , Your Bodkins , Rings , and VVhistles , In truck for your Toyes , We 'll fit you with Boyes : ( 'T is the doctrine of Hugh's Epistles . ) Then away , &c. When your Plate is gone , and your Jewells , You must next be entreated To part with your Bags , And strip you to Rags , And yet not think y' are cheated . Then away , &c. The truth is , the Town deserves it ; 'T is a Brainless , Heartless Monster : At a Clubb they may Bawl , Or Declare at their Hall , And yet at a push , not one stir . Then away , &c. Sir Arthur vows he 'll treat 'em , Far worse than the Men of Chester , He 's Bold , now they 're Cow'd , But was nothing so Lowd When he lay in the ditch at Lester . Then away , &c. The Lord hath left John Lambert , And the Spirit , Feaks Anointed , But why oh Lord , Hast thou sheathed thy Sword ? Lo , thy Saints are disappointed . Then away , &c. Tho' Sir Henry be departed : Sir John makes good the place now , And to help on the work Of the Glorious Kirk , Our Brethren march apace too . Then away , &c. While Divines , and States-men wrangle , Let the Rump-ridden Nation bite on 't , There are none but we That are sure to go free , For the Souldier's still in the right on 't . Then away , &c. If our Masters won't supply us , With Mony , Food , and Clothing : Let the State look to 't , We 'll ha' one that will do 't , Let him live , — we 'll not damn for nothing Then away with the Laws , And the Good Old Cause , Ne'r talk o' the Rump or the Charter 'T is the Cash does the Feat , All the rest 's but a Cheat , Without That there 's no Faith , nor Quarter .

The Breech wash'd by a Friend to the RUMP . To the Tune of Old Simon the King . IN an humour of late I was , Yeleped a dolefull dump . Thought I — we 're at a fine pass ; Not a man stands up for the Rump : But le ts be lashed o'r and o'r . While it lies like a senceless Fop. — 'T would make a man a Whore , To see a Tail tew'd like a Top. Though a Rump be a dangerous bit , And many a Knave runs mad on 't , Yet verily as it may hit , An honest man may be glad on 't . To abuse a poor , Blind Creature — I had like to have said and a Dumb ; But now it has gotten a Speaker , And Say is the Mouth of the Bum , When Besse rul'd the Land there was no man Complain'd , and yet now they rail : I beseech you what differs a Woman From a thing that 's all Tongue , and Tayle ? Though a Rump , &c. The Charter we 've sworn to defend , And propagate the Cause . What call ye those of the Rump-end But Fundamental Laws ? The Case is as clear as the Day , There had been no Reformation , If the Rump had claw'd it away , You had had no Propagation . Though a Rump , &c. As a Bodie 's the better for a Purge , Tho' the Guts may be troubled with Gripes : So the Nation will mend with a Scourge , Tho' the Tayle may be sick of the Stripes . Ill humours to conveigh , When the State hath taken a Looseness , ( Who can hold what will away ? The Rump must do the Business . Though a Rump , &c. The bold Cavalier , in the Field , That laughs at your Sword , and Gun-shot , An Ord'nance makes him to yield , And he 's glad to turn Tail to Bum-shot . Old Oliver was a Teazer , And waged warr with the Stump ; But Alexander , and Caesar Did both submit to the Rump . Though a Rump , &c. Let no man be further misled By an Errour , past Debate ; For Sedgwick has prov'd it the Head , As well of the Church as the State ; Honest Hugh ; that still turns up the Tippets , When he Kneels to Administer ; Sayes — a Rump , with Skippons sippets , Is a Dish for a Holy Sister . Though a Rump , &c. We 're all the better for 't , 'T is the Fountain of Love , and of Life . 'T is that makes the sport , Keeps the peace betwixt Man , and Wife . Oh ; — happy all they that have spent Their Bloud , and Estates on the Breech , For they 're sure , at last to Repent ; And they 'd better dye Honest than Rich ! Though a Rump , &c. Through Pride of Flesh , or State , Poor Souls are overthrown : How happy then is our Fate ? VVe've a Rump to take us down : In matters of Faith 't is true , Some differings there may be , But give the Saints their due , In the Rump they all agree . Though a Rump , &c. 'T is good at Bed , and at Bord ; It gives us Pleasure and Ease , Will you have the rest in a word ? 'T is good for the new disease , ( The Tumult of the Guts ; ) 'T is a Recipe for the Kings Evill , Wash the Members as sweet as Nuts , And then throw them all to the Devil . Though a Rump be a dangerous Bit , And many a Knave runs mad on 't , Yet , verily , as it may hit , An honest man may be glad on 't .

Chipps of the Old Block ; or , Hercules Cleansing the Augaean Stable . To the Tune of The Sword . 1. NOw by your good leave Sirs , Shall see the Rump can cleave Sirs , And what Chips from this Treacherous Block Will come you may conceive Sirs . 2. Lenthall's the first o' the Lump sure , A Fart and he may jump sure , For both do stink , and both we know Are Speakers of the Rump sure . 3. That Mine of Fraud Sir Arthur , His Soul for Lands will barter , And if you 'd ride to Hell in a Wayn Hee 's fit to make your Carter , 4. Sir Harry Vane , God blesse us , To Popery he would press us , And for the Devils Dinner he , The Romane way would dress us . 5. Harry Martin never mist-a To love the wanton Twist-a , And lustfull Aretines bawdy Leaves Are his Evangelist-a . 6. Harry Nevill's no Wigeon , His Practise truly stygian Makes it a Master-piece of wit To be of no Religion . 7. But my good Lord Glyn Man , Pride is a deadly sin Man , Cots plultera nails few Traytors be Like you of all your kin Man . 8. If Saint-John be a Saint Sir , He hath a devilish Taynt Sir , While Straffords blood in Heavens High Court Of Justice makes complaint Sir . 9. Doctor Palmers all day sleeping , And into his Heart ne're peeping , 'T is ill he that neglects his own , Should have All-souls in keeping 10. VVill Bruertons a sinner , And , Croyden knows , a Winner , But O take heed least he do eat The Rump all at one Dinner . 11. Robin Andrews is a Miser , Of Coblers no despiser , And could they vamp him a new head , Perhaps he would be Wiser . 12. But Baron VVild come out here , Shew your Ferret Face and Snout here , For you being both a Fool and Knave Are a Monster in the Rout here . 13. Nick Lechmere Loyalty needs still , And on Weather-Cocks he feeds still , If Heathen , Turk or Jew should come , So he would change his Creed still . 14. There 's half-witted VVill Say too , A right fool in the Play too , That would make a perfect Asse , If he could learn to Bray too . 15. Cornelius thou wert a Link-boy , And born 't is like , in a Sink boy , I de tell thy Knavery to the World , But thy pitch sticks in my ink boy . 16. Baron Hill was but a Valley , And born scarce to an Alley , But now is Lord of Taunton Dean And thousands he can Ralley . 17. But if you ask the Nation , Whence came his Elevation ? They 'll say he was not raised by God , But by our inundation . 18. Lord Fines he will not Mall men , For he likes not death of all men , And his heart doth go to Pit to Pat , When to Battle he should call men . 19. Perfideous VVhitlock ever , Hath mischiefs under 's Beaver , And for his ends will put the World Into a burning Feavour . 20. Ashley Cowper knew a Reason , That Treachery was in season , When at the first he turned his coat From Loyalty to Treason . 21. And gouty Master Wallop , Now thinks he hath the Ballop , But though he trotted to the Rump , Hee 'l run away a Gallop . 22. There 's Carew Rawleigh by him , All good men do defie him , And they that think him not a Knave , I wish they would but try him . 23. Luke Robinson that Clownado , Though his heart be a Granado , Yet a High-shooe with his hands in his Poke , Is his most perfect shadow . 24. Salloway with Tobacco , Inspired , turn'd State Quacko ; And got more by his feigned zeal , Then by his What de' e lack ho. 25. But Lisle is half forgotten , Who oft is over-shotten , For just like Harp and Gridiron His brains with Law do Gotten . 26. Lord Monson's next the Bencher , Who waited with a Trencher , Now his tail is jerk'd at home and abroad , For he 's a feeble Wencher . 27. We hear from Sir John Lenthall , Though his gouty Lord hath spent all , His Rump's plac'd wrong , but 't is his face That is right Fundamental ▪ 28. What Knaves are more to be vext , Sirs , You 'l hear when I sing next , Sirs , For now my Muse is tir'd with this Abominable text , Sirs . Ridentem dicere verum , Quid vetat ?

Rump Rampant , or the Sweet Old Cause in Sippets . To the Tune of , Last Parliament sat as snug as a Cat. IN the name of the fiend , What the Rump up agin , The Delk , and the Good Old Cause , If they settle agin , Which to think were a sin , Good night to Religion and Laws . First Tithes must go down Like a sprig of the Crown , Although J. Presbyter grumble ; Already they tell 's Our Lead and our Bells They 'll sell , next our Churches must tumble ▪ This poor English Nation , By this Generation , Hath been grieved 11. years and more , But in that season , And not without reason , They ha' thrice been turn'd out of door . Which they please to call force , Yet themselves can do worse , For this Parcel of a House Dare keep out of door , Thrice as many more , And value the Law not a Louse . First by Owl-light they met , And by that light they set , The reason of it mark , Their Acts and the light , Do differ quite , Their deeds do best with the dark . Esquire Lenthall had swore , He 'd fit there no more , Unless in with Oxen they drew him , That he once might speak true , They pick'd him out two , Sent Pembrook and Salisbury to him . When these Gamesters were pack'd , The first gracious act Was for pence for their friends of the Army , Who for any side fight , Except't be the right ; Sixscore thousand a month won't harm ye . Yet many there be , Say the House is not free , When I am sure of that , T' one another they 're so free , That the Nation do see , They 're too free for us to be fat . Religion they wav'd , Now they had us enslav'd , And got us sure in their Claw , They pull'd off their mask , And set us our task , Which is next to make Brick without straw . The next Act they made Was for helping of Trade , So they setled again the Excise , Which the City must pay , For ever and aye , Yet might have chose had they been wise . To pull down their King , Their plate they could bring , And other precious things , So that Sedgwick and Peters , Were no small getters By their Bodkins , thimbles and rings . But when for the good Of the Nation 't was stood Half ruined and forlorn , Though 't lay in their power , To redeem 't in an hour , Not a Citizen put out his horn . They had manacled their hands With King and Bishops Lands , And ruined the whole Nation , So that no body cares Though they and their Heirs , Be cornute to the third Generation . May their wives on them frown , But laugh and lie down , To any one else turn up Trump ; To mend the breed , As I think there is need , Be rid like their men by the Rump . And may these wise Sophees , Pay again for their Trophees , For I hope the Parliament means ( Now they ha' been at the costs To set up the posts ) To make them pay well for the Chains .

Fortunate Rising : or , The Rump Upward . GOod people , and you that have been undone By Guns , and Drums and the Trumpets tone , And new hard words since Forty and One. Which no body can deny ▪ Here is a word that will plague you more Then any that ever went before , 'T is the Rump of Harry Martins Whore , VVhich , &c. The Cause was at first a pretty conceit To create a durty Rebel great ; But now that has left th' imperial Seat , Which , &c. A General was a glorious Name , Till Essex his Member spoilt his fame ; For a Souldier ought to be good at the Game , Which , &c. The Communication Line was a Jigg , And as good as the Bath to make women big , Who never were so , till they learnt to digg , Which , &c. Artillery was a thundring word , Where many appear'd with Musket and Sword , To fright poor Atkins out of a turd , Which , &c. Cavalier was a name of as great a Force , As Centaure , that is both Man and Horse , And for Ravishing suffered many a curse , Which , &c. Yet every Woman that had this fear , Although in her heart a Roundhead she were , In her belly she wisht a Cavalier , Which , &c. Sequestration scar'd Men out of their Plate , Excise drew potent Ale out of date , And the Corps de Gard broke many of pate , Which , &c. The Plunderers made men hide their money , And women their jewels , if they had any ; And one there was , hid Gold in her Cunny , Which , &c. A Commonwealth is a Citizens trust , And by his wife ador'd it must , As a Topique to prove adultery just , Which , &c. The Protector storm'd with all mankind , Made Kings , and Princes walk behind , Till the Divel out-ranted him in a wind , Which , &c. The Committee of Safety threw the Dye ; But some body spit in his face from on high , And made the valiant Fleetwood cry , Which , &c. But the Rump is a word of such a power , Pronounc'd , your beer , like thunder , 't will sowr , And after make you squitter an howr , Which , &c. The squirting at Epsom's not worth a louse , Rump out-does all , that comes there to carouse ; For it shit from Portsmouth to Wallingford house , Which , &c. If Booth were no Knave , a Fool let him be , To keep such a stir for Liberty , When the Rump sets all it's Tenants Free , Which , &c. He that could imitate sounds in a fart , And speak from behind with a wondrous Art , Were he living now , should take Lenthals part , Which , &c. And then a Fart for the Cities forces , For Monk that 's coming with all his Horses , And a T — for Fairfax too , that worse is , Which , &c. A Parson once in a frolick Divine , Exhausted Glasses , twenty and nine , For Turkey's Rump in Canary wine , Which , &c. And sure he received a Revelation , When to preach he left his first Vocation , That a Rump in time should rule the Nation , Which , &c. Montelions Diall's a drolling Mock , With a stick in the Countrey Fellows dock , And fitter now than the Pallace clock , VVhich , &c. Morlay a joynt of the Rump grew bigg , And swelling ; but politick Haslerigg , Ha's sent him for Physick to Doctor Trigg , Which , &c. Mad Vane was Anointed King , and said , He received a Crown that burden'd his Head , For which the Rump sent him home to Bed , Which , &c. The Abjuring Oath made the Speaker Sick , Which Haslerigg taking in the Nick , For his fain'd one show'd him a real Trick , VVhich , &c. Thus , what for aliment is unfit , The Tail by a vertue guiding it , Excludes , and leaves it self beshit , VVhich , &c. Let no man pretend any Cause , Against the Rump to open his Jawes , For it rules by the Fundamental Laws , VVhich no body can deny .

A proper New Ballad on the Old Parliaament , or the Second Part of Knave out of Doors . To the Tune of Hei ho my hony , My heart shall never rue , Four and twenty now for your Mony , And yet a hard pennyworth too . GOod morrow my Neighbours all , What news is this I heard tell ? As I past through VVestminster-hall , By the house that 's near to Hell : They told me John Lambert was there , With his Bears , and deeply did swear : ( As Cromwell had done before ) Those Vermine should fit there no more . Sing hi ho Will . Lenthall , VVho shall our General be ? For the House to the Devil is sent all , And follow gid faith mun ye . Sing hi ho , &c. Then Muse strike up a Sonnet , Come piper and play us a spring ; For now I think upon it , These Rs turn'd out their King . But now it must come about , That once again they must turn out : And not without Justice and Reason , That every one home to his Prison . Sing hi ho Harry Martin , A Burgess of the Bench , There 's nothing here is certain , You must back and leave your VVench . Sing hi ho , &c. He there with the buffle head , Is called Lord , and of the same house , Who ( as I have heard it said ) Was chastis'd by his Lady-Spouse . Because he run at sheep , She and her Maid gave him the Whip ; And beat his head so addle ; You 'd think he had a knock in the Cradle , Sing hi ho Lord Mounson , You ha' got a park of the Kings , One day you 'l hang like a hounson , For this and other things . Sing hi ho , &c. It was by their Masters order At first together they met , Whom piously they did murder , And since by their own they did set . The cause of this Disaster , Is 'cause they were false to their Master . Nor can their Gensd'armes blame , For serving them the same . Sing hi ho Sir Arthur , No more in the house you shall prate ; For all you kept such a quarter , You are out of the Councell of State . Sing hi ho , &c. Old Noll gave them once a purge ( Forgetting Occidisti , ) ( The Furies be his scourge ) So of the cure mist he . And yet the drug he well knew it , For he gave it to Dr. Huit . Had he given it them he had done it , And they had not turn'd out his son yet . Sing hi ho brave Dick , L. Hall and Lady Joan , Who did against Loyalty kick , Is now for a New-years-gift gone . Sing hi ho , &c. For had old Noll been alive , He had pull'd them out by the ears . Or else had fired their Hive , And kickt him down the stairs ; Because they were so bold , To vex his righteous soul . When he so deeply had swore , That there they should never fit more . But hi ho Nol 's dead , And stunk long since above ground , Though lapt in spices and lead , That cost us many a pound . Sing hi ho , &c. Indeed Brother Burgess your Ling Did never stink half so bad ; Nor did your Habberdin , When it no Pease-straw had . Ye were both chose together , 'Cause ye wore stuff-cloaks in hard weather . And Cambridge needs would have A Burgess , Fool , and Knave . Sing hi ho J. Lowry , Concerning Abberdine , No Member spake before ye , Yet ye neer spoke again . Sing hi ho my hony , My heart shall never rue , Here 's all pickt ware for your mony , And yet a hard penyworth too . Ned Prideaux he went post To tell the Protector the news , That Fleetwood ruled the rost , Having tane off Dicks shooes . And that he did believe , Lambert would him deceive ; As he his brother had gull'd , And Cromwell Fairfax bull'd . Sing hi ho the Attorney Was still at your command , In flames together burn ye , Still dancing hand in hand . Sing hi ho , &c. Who 's that that would hide his face ? And his neck from the coller pull ? He must appear in his place , If his Cap be made of Wool . Who is it with a vengeance ? It is the good Lord Saint Johns ! Who made Gods House to fall , To build his own withall . Sing hi ho who comes there ? Who 't is I must not say ; But by this dark-lanthorn I swear He 's as good in the night as day . Sing hi ho , &c. Edge Brethren , room for one , That looks as big as the best ; 'T is pitty to leave him alone , For he is as good as the rest . No Picklock of the Laws , He builds among the Daws . If you ha' any more Kings to murder , For a President look no further . Sing hi ho J. Bradshaw , In blood none further engages ; The Devil from whom he had 's law , Will shortly pay him his wages . Sing hi ho , &c. Next Peagoose Wild come in , To shew your weezle face , And tell us Burleys sin , Whose blood bought you your place . When Loyalty was a crime , He liv'd in a dangerous time , Was forc'd to pay his neck , To make you Baron of the Cheque . Sing hi ho Jack Straw , We 'l put it in the Margent , 'T was not for Justice or Law That you were made a Sergeant . Sing hi ho , &c. Noll serv'd not Satan faster , Nor with him did better accord ; For he was my good Master , And the devil was his good Lord . Both Slingsby , Gerrard , and Hewit , Were sure enough to go to it , According to his intent , That chose me President . Sing hi ho Lord Lisle , Sure Law had got a wrench , And where was Justice the while , When you sate on the Bench ? Sing hi ho , &c. Next comes the good Lord Keble , Of the triumvirate Of the seal , in Law but feeble , Though on the Bench he sate . For when one puts him a case , I wish him out of the place ; And if it were not a sin , An abler Lawyer in . Sing give the seal about , I 'de have it so the rather , Because we might get out , The Knave my Lord my Father . Sing hi ho , &c. Pull out the other there , It is Nathaniel Fines , ( Who Bristol lost for fear ) We 'l not leave him behind 's ; 'T is a Chip of that good old block , Who to Loyalty gave the first knock . Then stole away to Lundey , Whence the foul fiend fetches him one day . Sing hi ho Canting Fines , You and the rest to mend 'um , Would you were served in your kinds , With an ense rescidendum . Sing hi ho , &c. He that comes now down stairs , Is Lord Chief Justice Glin. If no man for him cares , He cares as little again . The reason too I know 't , He help to cut Straffords throat , And take away his life , Though with a cleaner knife . Sing hi ho Britain bold , Straight to the bar you get , Where it is not so cold As where your Justice set . Sing hi ho , &c. He that shall next come in , Was long of the Council of State ; Though hardly a hair on his chin , When first in the Council he sate : He was sometime in Italy , And learned their fashions prettily Then came back to 's own Nation To help up Reformation . Sing hi ho Harry Nevil , I prethee be not too rash , With Atheism to court the Devil , You 'r too bold to be his Bardash . Sing hi ho , &c. He there with ingratitude blackt , Is one Cornelius Holland : Who but for the Kings house lackt , Wherewith to appease his Colon. The case is well amended , Since that time , as I think , When at Court gate he tended , With a little stick and a short link . Sing hi ho Cornelius , Your zeal cannot delude us , The reason pray now tell us , Why thus you plaid the Judas ? Sing hi ho , &c. At first he was a Grocer , Who now we Major call : Although you would think no sir , If you saw him in White-hall . Where he has great command , And looks for cap in hand ; And if our eggs be not addle , Shall be of the next new Moddle . Sing hi ho Mr. Saloway , The Lord in Heaven doth know When that from Heaven you shall away , Where to the Devil you 'll go . Sing hi ho , &c. Little Hill since set in the House , Is to a Mountain grown : Nor that which brought forth the Mouse , But thousands the year of his own , The purchase that I mean , Where else but at Taunton Dean ? Five thousand pound per annum , A sum not known to his Granam . Sing hi the Good Old Cause , 'T is old although not true , You have got more by that then the Laws , So a Good Old Cause to you . Sing hi ho , &c. Master Cecil pray come behind , Because on your own accord The other House you declin'd , You shall be no longer a Lord . The reason as I guesse You silently did confesse , Such Lords deserved ill , The other House to fill . Sing hi ho Mr. Cecil , Your honour now is gone , Such Lords are not worth a whistle , We made better Lords of our own . Sing hi ho , &c. Luke Robinson shall go before ye , That snarling Northern tike , Be sure he 'll not adore ye , For honour he doth not like . He cannot honour inherit , And he knows he can never merit : And therefore he cannot bear it , That any one else should wear it : Sing hi ho envious lown , You 're of the Beagles kind , Who alwayes barked at the Moon , Because in the dark it shin'd . Sing hi ho , &c. 'T is this that vengeance rouses , That while you make long prayers , You eat up widdows houses , And drank the Orphans tears . Long time you kept a great noise , Of God and the Good Old Cause ; But if God to you be so kind , Then I am of the Indians mind , Sing hi ho Sir Harry , We see by your demeanor , If longer here you tarry , You 'll be Sir Harry Vane Senior . Sing hi ho , &c. Now , if your zeal do warm ye , Pray loud for fairer weather , Swear to live and die with the Army , For these Birds are flown together . The House is turned out a door , ( And I think it was no sin too ) If we take them there any more , We 'll throw the House out of the window . Bing hi ho Tom Scot , You lent the Devil your hand : I wonder he helpt you not , But suffer'd you to be trapand . Sing hi ho , &c. They 're once again conduced , And we freed from the evil To which we long were used , God bless us next from the Devil ! If they had not been outed , The Army had been routed , And then this rotten Rump , Had sat untill the last trump . ●ut hi ho Lambert 's here , The Protectors Instrument bore : And many there be that swear His Lady had done it before . Sing hi ho , &c. Come here then honest Peters , Say Grace for the second course : So long as these your betters , Must patience have upon force . Long time ye kept a great noise , With God and the Good Old Cause , But if God own such as these , Then where 's the Devils fees . Sing hi ho Hugo , I hear thou art not dead , Where now to the Devil will you go , Your Patrons being fled . Sing hi ho my hony , My heart shall never rue : Four and twenty now for a penny , And into the bargain HUGH .

A City Ballad . To the Tune of Down in a Bottom . 1 SInce the Realm lost its head All our trading is dead , And our Money and Credit is flown ; We have try'd many new , But find it too true , That no Head fits so well as our own . 2. The Drum and the Trump Devour'd all to the Rump , And then they drank healths for that , But that yielding no grease , They next came to squeeze The City because it was fat . 3. The City declar'd That they were afeard , And they their Militia would settle ; But , except the Boyes , They made only a noyse , Their Votes were in dock out nettle . 4. The Mayor and his Peers Durst not for their ears Assert the Militia's power : Though once he seem'd for it , He does now abhor it , And Revolted in lesse then an hour . 5. 'T is that cursed wedge That took off his edge , For he looks like a jolly Clubber ; If he had but the life And spirit of his Wife , He would not lye still like a Lubber . 6. Our pair of new Sheriffs Hang by them like sleeves , Their valour will ne're be their sin ; So they be high and rich They do not care which Side looses , if they may but win . 7. That Earwigg that doth write Himself Lord and Knight , ( And is one as much as the other ) Doth so still undermine , That he spoyles our design , By the help of old Besse his Brother . 8. He cares not a pin , So as he may get in , Who ere he keep out of his right , He 'll turn and return , But be hang'd ere he 'll burn , For he dares neither suffer nor fight . 9. His Ambition him thrust Into a Pageant at first , And up to the Pulpit next ; And then into the Chair Of our City Lord Mayor , Which he better improv'd then his Text. 10. O there did he squeeze Out the Fines and the Fees , Nor the Church nor the Laity 'scapes , Had he staid another Year , At which he did lear , He had prest us like Canaans Grapes . 11. There 's just such another May well be call'd Brother , A Collonel stout , and a Knight , And an Alderman too , As now Aldermen go , That will neither take wrong nor do right . 12. We ne're yet did know That he durst meet a foe , And his pale colour speaks him afraid Yet in story we read He did one valiant deed , Which was to his Masters Maid . 13. Then to get an Estate , He found out a Mate , Which was an old Vsurers Daughter , Supplanted the Son , And then he begun To be Wealthy , and Worshipfull after . 14. There are more besides him Stands for the back Limb , A crue of such Harlotry tools , That who 's not more blind Then Fortune , may find That he raises some besides Fools . 15 Some are wary grave Sirs , In their Chains and their Furs , That dare not declare their opinion , If hang'd they were all , One tear would not fall Without the help of an Onion . 16. There 's one kin to a Miter , That 's no Presbyter , But loyal and honest and free , Had we took down the Mayor , And plac'd him in the Chair , Up some body had gone and we . 17. There 's another , a Wit , Was for all he could get , But now wheels about and is true ; He may win all our hearts Would he use his best parts With our foes as he did with the Jew . 18. The rest of the Court Are a mixt colourd sort , Rank Presbyter , rank Independent , They do still so prevail For the Westminster tayle , 'T is feard we shall ne're have an end on 't . 19. But our Counsel of Commons Are valiant old Romans , And stand for our peace and freedom , If that Dog that sells Leather , And the Salesman together Would either be honest or be dumb . 20. But yet we cann't see Any reason why we Should all be so much at their becks , If we chains must forbear , Pray why should they wear A Militia about their necks ? 21 Our Town Clerk we took , Has a serious look , And his silence did shew him a wit , But we discern him no more Than the Court heretofore Did that sullen Mask which he writ . 22. The late Petticoat Squire From his shop mounted higher To the Sword , and from that he did start By his mony and grace To a Remembrances place Now reports when the Rump let a fart . 23. Their Chaplain that praid Now recants what he said , And walks by a perfecter light : The cause why he straid Was he wincked when he praid , Now his eyes are open he 's right . 24. What ere the Cause be We clearly may see , No good thing propos'd for the City's , But mens policy bends It to their private ends , That 't is spoyl'd by the close Committee . 25. And it needs must be so , For we all do well know 'T is for wealth men are put into office ; And he that has store Domineers or'e the poor , Whether Fool , Knave , Elder , or Novice . 26. We our Members have sent , But the quick Parliament Had first sent their Members we find , Yet no body knows , With which side Monk will close Or will stand for before , or behind . 27. Hee 's a Souldier no doubt Both skilfull and stout But had need be more than a Stalian , If his love should extend To the hindermost end , And use us like Italian . 28. A thousand a year If he could but tell where , They thought would have made him to mind 'em ; But they promise still , As Diego made his will , Great things , but none knows where to find 'em . 29. In this prodigal trick They have out-done old Nick , For what he did give he did show . Their title 's the same , And so is their aime For ought any man doth know . 30. Let it go as it will , We are Citizens still , And free to this side , or that We may prate , and may Vote , But when it comes to 't , We 'l be true to no body knows what . 31. But this we see plain 'T was for honour and gain That we at the first did fall out , And were not publick lands Got in private mens hands The times would soon turn about . 33. And now we do find , These Saints in their kind , Those are mad that to aid them in flocks come , And he that will fight To keep us all from our right Shall be chronicled for a Coxcomb .

The RUMP Dockt . TIll it be understood What is under Monck's Hood , The City dare not shew his horns : Till ten dayes be out , The Speaker's sick of the Gout , And the Rump doth sit upon thorns . If Monck be turn'd Scot , The Rump goes to pot , And the Good Old Cause will miscarry ; Like coals out of embers , Revive the Old Members : Off goes the Rump , like Dick and Harry . Then In come the Lords , Who drew Parliament Swords , With Robes lined through with Ermin ; But Peers without Kings Are very useless things , And their Lordships counted but Vermin . Now Morley and Fagg May be put in a bagg , And that doughty Man Sir Arthur , In despair of his Foil , With Alderman Hoyle , Will become a Knight of the Garter . That Knave in Grain Sir Harry Vane His Case then most mens is sadder ; There is little hope He can scape the rope , For the Rump turned him o're the Ladder . That precious Saint Scot Shall not be forgot , According to his own desires ; Instead of Neck-verse Shall have it writ on his Herse , Here hangs one of the Kings Tryers . Those nine sons of Mars , That whipt the Rumps Arse , I mean the Commanders War-lick ; If the Rump smell strong With hanging too long , Shall serve to stuff it with Garlick . That parcel of man In length but a span , Whose wifes Eggs alwaies are addle Must quit the Life-guard , As he did when scar'd By Lambert out of the saddle . Lambert may now turn Florist , Being come off the poorest That ever did Man of the Sword : The Rump let a Fart Which took away his heart , And made him a Equire of a Lord . His Cheshire glory Is a pitifull story , There the Saints triumpht without battle ; But now Monck and his Friers Have driven him into the Briers , As he did Booth and his Cattle . For the rest of the Rump , Together in a Lump , 'T is too late to cry , Peccavi ; Ye have sinn'd all or most Against the Holy Ghost , And therefore the Devil must have ye . But now valiant City , Whether must thy Ditty Be sung in Verse , or in Prose , For till the Rump stunk For fear of Monck , Thy Militia durst not shew its Nose . Base Cowards and Knaves , That first made us Slaves , Very Rascals from the beginning ; Onely unto Moncks Sword The Nation must afford The honour of bringing the King in .

Arsy Versy , or The Second Martyrdom of the RUMP . To the Tune of The Blind Beggar of Bednall-green . 1. MY Muse , to prevent lest an after-clap come , If the winde should once more turn about for the Bum , As a preface of honour , and not as a frump , First with a Sirreverence ushers the Rump , 2. I shall not dispute whether Long-tails of Kent , Or Papist this name of disgrace did invent ; Whose Legend of lies , do defame us the more , Hath entail'd on us Rumps ne're heard on before . 3. But now on its Pedigree longer to think , ( For the more it is stir'd the more it will stink ) 'T is agreed the Rumps first report in the Town Did arise from the wooden invention of Brown . 4. Old Oliver's nose had taken in snuff , When it sate long ago , some unsavoury puff ; Then up went the Rump , and was ferkt to the quick , But it setled in spight of the teeth of poor Dick. 5. Then the Knight of the Pestle , King Lambert , and Vane , With a Scepter of Iron did over it reign : But the Rump soon re-setled , and to their disgrace , Like Excrements voided them out of the place . 6. It did now , like a Truant's well-disciplin'd Bum , With the rod of affliction harder become ; Or else like the Image in Daniel it was , Whose Head was of Gold , but whose Tayl was of brass . 7. It endured the first heat , and proved no starter , But sung in the midst of the flames like a Martyr , And whisk'd the Tayl like a terrible Farter , And sounded most chearfully , Vive Sir Arthur . 8. But the next fire Ordeal put into a dump , Sir Orlando the furious chief joynt of the Rump , That he looked like the picture of Richard the Third ▪ Or like an ejected and frost-bitten T — 9 'T is said that his Durindana he drew , And a Wight on the Road most manfully slew ? But , pardon'd by Charles , made good what they tell us , How ill 't is to save a thief from the Gallows . 10. Being now to be burn'd , he soon did expire , For he was but a flash , and would quickly take fire , So that their fewel upon him to spend , What was it but Coals to Newcastle to send ? 11. To bring 'em to th' stake as in order they lye , Harry Martyn the next place must occupy ; 'T was expected in vain he should blaze , for he swore , That he had been burnt to the stumps before . 12. Tom Scot for the Bum most stifly did stand ▪ Though once by a Bum he was fouly trapand ; But time and his office of Secretary Had learnt him his Business more private to carry 13. Some thought he arriv'd at his dignity first , By being so well in iniquity verst , The mystery of which he hath practis'd of late In his Function , which was , to be Baud to the State . 14. Hob Morley in silence did suffer the losse Of his Rump , and with patience took up the Crosse , That to see him so sing'd and so scorcht you would swear No Camel more meekly his burden could bear . 15. The Speaker was thought to the Rump to be true , Because like a Fart at first he burnt blew ; But streight he was cunningly seen to retire , For ●ear to endanger the Rolls in the fire . 16. St. John a mortal of flesh and of blood , Swore by St. * * H● hath a great kindnesse for that Saint , not because of his Keys , ( which he knew he should never make use of ) but in reference to Peterborough Minster , the stones of which built his new house Peter the example was good : So facing about and shifting his station , He turn'd o're a new leaf in St. Johns Revelations . 17. Harry Nevil that looks like a Mahomets pigeon , Accused to be of a State-mans Religion , Is left to his choyce what processe hee 'll have , To be burnt for an Atheist , or hang'd for a Knave . 18. Now stop thy Nose reader , for Atkins doth come , That shame to the Breeches as well as the Bum. To wish he was burnt were an idle desire , For he comes provided to shit out the fire . 19. But least he without a Companion should be , Here 's Lisle that comes next stinks worser then he ; So fouly corrupt , you may plac't in your Creed , Such a Rump could alone such a Fistula breed . 20. Poor Ludlow was bogg'd in Ireland of late , And to purge himself came to the Rump of the State ; But gravely they told him he had acted amiss , When he sought to betray the Rump with a kiss . 21. Ned Harby was sure an herb John in the pot , Yet could he not scape the disasterous lot : Scarce Church'd of the Gout was the trusty old Squire , But he hopt from the F●ying-pan into the fire . 22 Robin Andrews was laid on last as they tell us , For a log to keep down the rest of his fellows ; Though he spent on the City , like one of the Roysters , Each morning his * * Some Authors hold that it was but three half pence , but Poetry will not admit broken number . two pence in Sack and in Oysters . 23 Next Praise-God , although of the Rump he was none , Was for his Petition burnt to the Bare-bone : So Praise-God & Rump , like true Josephs together , Did suffer ; but Praise-God lost the more * * Courteous Reader , he is a Leather seller . leather : 24 There 's Lawson another dag-lock of the tayle , That the water to avoid , to the water did sayle ; And in Godly simplicity means ( as they say ) To manage the Stern , though the Rump's out of play . 25. But Overton most with wonder doth seize us , By securing of Hull for no lesse than Christ Jesus , Hoping ( as it by the story appears ) To be there his Lieutenant for one thousand years . 26. Lord Mounson ? Oh Venus ! what do you here ? I little thought you were a Rumper I swear : But an impotent Lord will thus far avail , He will serve for a Cloak to cover the tail . 27. To burnish his Star Mr. Salisburie's come , With the Atmos of gold that fall from the Bum ; Sure 't was but a Meteor , for I must tell ye , It smelt as 't were turning to th' Aldermans jelly . 28. Brother Pembroke comes last , and does not disdain Tho' despis'd by the world , to bear up the train : But after New-lights so long he did run , That they brought him to * * Not Bethlehem in Juda ( for he is none of the Magi ) Bethlehem before they had done . 29. Thus the Foxes of Sampson that carried a brand In their tails , to destroy and to burn up the land ; In the flames they had kindled themselves to expire , And the Dee'l give them Brimstone unto their fire .

A Christmass Song , when the RUMP was first dissolved . To the Tune of I tell the Dick. THis Christmass time , 't is fit that we Should Feast and Sing and merry be It is a time of mirth ; For never since the world began , More joyfull news was brought to man , Then at our Saviours birth . But such have been these times of late , That Holy dayes are out of date , And holynesse to boot ; For they that do despise , and scorn To keep the day that Christ was born , Want holynesse no doubt . That Parliament that took away The observation of that day , We know it was not free ; For if it had , such Acts as those Had ne're been seen in verse or prose , You may conclude with me . 'T was that Assembly did maintain 'T was Law to kill their Soveraign , Who by that Law must dye , Though Gods anointed ones are such , Which Subjects should not dare to touch , Much lesse to Crucifie . 'T was that which turn'd our Bishops out Of house and home both branch and root , And gave no reason why ▪ And all our Clergy did expell , That would not do like that Rebell . This no man can deny . It was that Parliament that took Out of our Churches our Service Book , A Book without compare ; And made Gods house , ( to all our griefs ) That house of Prayer , a Deu of Thiefs , Both here and every where . They had no head for many years Nor heart ( I mean the House of Peers ) And yet it did not dyes Of these long since it was bereft , And nothing but the Tayle was left , You know 't as well as I. And in this Tayle there was a tongue , Lenthall I mean , whose fame hath wrung In Country and in City ; Not for his worth or eloquence , ●t for a Rebell to his Prince , And neither wise nor witty . This Speakers words must needs be winde , Since they proceeded from behind ; Besides , you may remember , From thence no Act could be discreet , Nor could the sense o' th' House be sweet , Where Atkins was a Member . This tale's now done , the Speakers dumb , Thanks to the Trumpet and the Drum ; And now I hope to see A Parliament that will restore All things that were undone before , That we may Christians be .

Bum-Fodder : or , Waste-Paper , proper to wipe the Nations RUMP with ▪ or your Own . FRee Quarter in the North is grown so scarce , That Lambert with all his men of Mars , Have submitted to kiss the Parliaments Arse , Which no body can deny . If this should prove true ( as we do suppose ) 'T is such a wipe as the RVMP and all 's Foes Could never give to Old Olivers Nose , Wich no body can deny . There 's a Proverb come to my mind not unfit , When the Head shall see the RVMP all be-shit , Sure this must prove a most lucky hit , Which , &c. There is another proverb which every Noddy , Will jeer the RVMP with , and cry Hoddy-doddy Here 's a Parliament all Arse and no Body , Which , &c. T is a likely matter the World will mend When so much blood and Treasure we spend , And yet begin at the wrong end , VVhich , &c. We have been round , and round about twirl'd And through much sad confusion hurl'd , And now we are got into the Arse of the World , Which , &c. But 't is not all this our courage will quail , Or make the brave Sea-men to the RVMP strike sail , If we can have no head we will have no tail , Which , &c. Then let a Free Parliament be turn'd trump , And ne're think any longer the Nation to mump With your pocky , perjur'd , damn'd old RVMP , Which , &c. But what doth Rebell RVMP make here , When their proper place ( as W — P — doth swear ) ●t the Devils Arse in Derb●shire . Which , &c. Then thither let us send them a tilt , For if they stay longer , they will us beguilt With a Government that is loose in the hilt , Which , &c. You 'l find it set down in the Harrington's Moddle Whose Brains a Commonwealth doth so coddle , That 't has made a Rotation in his Noddle , Which , &c. 'T is a pittifull passe you men of the Sword Have brought your selves to , that the Rum●'s your Lord , And Arsie Versie must be the word , Which , &c. Our Powder and Shot you did freely spend , That the Head you might from the Body rend , And now you are at Wars with the But-end , Which , &c. Old Martin and Scot have all such an itch , That they will with the Rump try t'other twitch , And Lenthal can grease a fat Sow in the Britch , Which , &c. That 's a thing would please the Butchers and Cooks , To see this stinking Rump quite off the hooks , And Jackdaw go to pot with the Rooks , Which , &c. This froward Sir John ( who the Rump did ne're fail ) Against Charles Stuart in a Speech did rail , But men say it was without head or tayl , Which , &c. Just such is the Government we live under , Of a Parliament thrice cut in sunder ; And this hath made us the Worlds wonder , Which , &c. Old Noll when we talkt of Magna Charta , Did prophesie well we should all smart-a ; And now we have found his Rump's Magna Fart-a , Which , &c. But I cannot think Monck ( though a Souldier and Sloven ) To be kin to the Fiend whose feet are cloven , Nor will creep i' th' Rumps Arse to bake in their Oven , Which , &c. Then since he is coming , e'ne let him come From the North to the South , with Sword and Drum , To beat up the Quarters of this lewd Bum , Which , &c. And now of this Rump I 'le say no more , Nor had I begun , but upon this score , There was something behind , which was not before . Which , &c.

A Vindication of the RUMP : or The RUMP Re-advanced . To the Tune of Vp tails all . FUll many a Ballad hath been Penn'd , And scoffing Poem writ Against the RUMP ; but I intend To speak in Praise of it . Come Jove and Apollo , come Venu● and Mars , And lend your assistance : to speak of the A — Will require a prodigious wit , There 's scarce a Lady to be found That loves either Pear or Plum One half so well , if she be sound , As tabering at her B — It may be , you 'l say , I 'm wide of the Case , Since that Musick 's made in a distant place : I answer the bredth of your Thumb . When Alderman Atkins did bemar His Hose through a Panick fear , And Captain Rea that man of War , Oh! what a Hogo was there ? If you ask me , what praise is in this ? at a word , The Captain so senced himself by a T — That his Enemies could not come near . There is not a Lawyer in Country or Town , Whose Rhetorick doth prevail , Although he hath purchas'd Fee simple by th' Gown , But loves to be dealing in Tail ; And I may well swear by Apollo or Mars , That at a Place called , the Oven's Arse , Oft times I have drunk good Ale . And when you are dallying with a young Maid , Would you not her Buttocks bethump ? And I have been often well apaid With a Goose both fat and plump : The Body being eaten , we strive for the Tayl , Each man with his Kan'kn of nappy brown Ale , Doth box it about for the RVMP . The RVMP of a Coney I often have seen Most piteously claw'd by a Ferret , And a Capons Rump is a bit for a Queen , Although she 's a Person of merit . In preaching and praying who spends the whole day , At night keeps a Rump wherewithall for to play , Be he never so full of the spirit . I wonder who first call'd the Parliament RVMP , Some say , that it was Jack Hobby , And some , fiery P — good wits will jump ; Now I write not this to bob ye , But only to tell ye that good Mr. P — For all that he 's cropt , yet he could not get in , But was fain to remain in the Lobby ▪ The other day I was going in haste , ( To think on 't it grieves my heart ) I saw a poor Fellow all nak'd to the waste , And whipt at the Arse of a Cart : His Rump ( 't is true ) suffer'd the Rout. But I would Fain know who it was , that durst be so hold , As to call Mr. Speaker Sir F — He might as well have stiled him Anus , Since he was the mouth of the RVMP . As cunning a Fox as Romes Sejanus : But I do not love for to frump ; Or else I could tell ye , my Friends , to an Ace , What good can acrew to the Land by a Mace , As long as the Knave 's the great'st Trump , Our zealous sticklers for Reformation Will edifie on the Rump of a Sister , And it will never grow out of fashion To Physick the Tayl with a Glister . But beware that Monk doth not come with a bitter Purge to the Rump which will make her beshit her For she hath already bepist her .

The RUMP roughly but righteously handled : In a New Ballad . To the Tune of Cook Laurel . 1. MOre Sacks to the Mill , here comes a fresh Wit , That means without Mittens ( as you shall see ) To handle a RUMP that 's all to beshit , Sirreverence of the Company . 2. And let other sinners that love a whole skin , Keep out of my reach for fear of a Stone ; For I 'm like the Hang-man , who ( when 's hand was in ) Said he had as good truss up forty as one . 3. First I 'le tell you whence this Rump-regnant came , When England to Faction and Schism was bent , By means of long peace to settle the same , Our noble King summon'd a Parliament . 4. A Parliament which may make old men grieve , And Children that ne're shall be born complain ; I mean such as dy'd before they did live , Like Harrington's Rota or th' Engin of Vane . 5. This Parliament , like a wilde skitish Tit , Unman'd and unback'd , and unapt to obey , Would let neither Prince , Peer , nor Prelate sit , Yet stammel'd nos'd OLIVER smelt out a way . 6. With Pistol and Musquet he brought the Beast under , And aw'd it so much , and so far did prevail , That tamely he dockt it , and ( to all mens wonder ) He cast off the Colt and sadled the Tayl : 7 Which shortly began to kick at 's Command , And restive it grew , and left its true pacing , Which made him resolve on his own Leggs to stand , And turn the RUMP out of the stable a grasing . 8. The Red-coats , with breath like my Lady's Bumblast , This Parliament-snuff blew twice out and in ; But North and West-winds will so out it at last , That nought but Hell fire shall light it agen . 9. Though now they tempt Monk with a 1000. per annum , In hopes that to worship , his face hee 'l fall flat on ; Yet he 's wise enough to resist and disdain 'em , And cry , Get behind me , thou Bob-tail of Satan . 10. Right pat with St. George's this Story will jump , Poor England's the Damsel appointed for slaughter , And Monk the St. George to kill Dragon RVMP , And safely restore to the King his fair Daughter . 11. The Rump thus in grosse no more shall be plaid on , But now I will whet my Pen ( if it please ye ) To joynt it , & shew what foul parts it is made on , God grant that our Stomachs prove not over-queasie . 12. Here 's Lenthal once Mouth to the Parliaments mind , Though he at length acted the Fundament's part , Whose Speech was not breaking of Silence but Winde , And 's giving the Thanks of the House , but a Fart . 13. But many I find this Opinion are firm in , That he has no real distemper at all , But feigns it ; and like a Prophetical Vermin , Runs from an old House that is ready to fall . 14. If Ludlow the state of Grace he had been in , And kept himself safe fro' th' Committee of Safety , For 's Fathers sake , Deputy Fart he had been , Instead of the Frost , they call Say the crafty . 15. Next comes the Rump's Gad-fly , the Jehu-like driver , King-abjuring ARTHVR ; Sir , you ( if I ken you ) O' th' Bishop's Vriah-like fall were Contriver , To get the fair Bersheba of their Revenue . 16. But 't was a more carnal concupiscence , That at Bristol-Vicaridge set you a neighing , Which you enjoy'd and occupy'd in the sence Which puts pretty Maids to pishing and fying . 17. Nay you like the Trojan-Adulterer swore , To those that once saved you from the King's Fury , That rather than Helen of Duresm restore , Their Troynovant in its own ashes you 'd bury . 18. But I dare no farther his passion provoke For fear of a prejudice which it may do me For with his own Choller should he chance to choke , The Hang-man in Action of Trespasse might sue me . 19. Then have at Sir Harry the Int'rest Refiner , Who 's not of the Church , but Society of JESUS , And can make Divinity 's Self-Diviner , And model new Heavens , and new Earths to please us . 20. 'T was he that injected the sublimd matter To late Lady Lambert , and she to th' Squire , Which made him Protector , and Parliament-hater , And to be Fift Monarch devoutly aspire . 21. Like Grub from Sheeps tails , since the Rump doth him throw , He 'll creep to some placket of Sanctification , And come forth a Flesh-flye next Summer , and blow New Maggots in 's Church , of more whimsical fashion . 22. Me●hinks in his eyes the waters do gather , As if the Lord Straffords Death troubled his sight ; Perhaps he repents and means ( like his Father ) Ev'n in his own Garter to do his Ghost right . 23. There goes the twice treacherous Banquerout Salloway From Westminster Wolves , to Tow'r Lions bound , Cause he from one Treason to another did fall away , And will fall again , but not quite to the ground . 24. The next is a Politick Pen-man that got-land By 's Knavery more then his Birth , and 't is his-hope That Lambeth shall ever and ever be Scot-land , And seat of an Arch-one , but not of a Bishop . 25. Here 's Nevil ( who to be made in Scot's stead A State-Secretary ) did practise a New art , To th' Office , ( by Letters unto the House read ) He courted himself in the name of Charles Stuart ▪ 26. Now see with a POX , where Martin comes on , The seed of corrupt and sinfull Loyns , Who a worthy had been , if as near Solomon In Wisdome , as number of Concubines . 27. If in utter darknesse there should be a failing Of Horror , the Rump may furnish it with Squire Fleetwood to help out the weeping and wailing , And Sir William Brereton for gnashing of teeth . 28. Now Mildmay , and Whitlock , and Lisle I might call in , And Master Lord Salisbury ( from Noble house Who seems not descended , so much as down faln ) And others , which well may serve a fresh Muse . 29. And now the Rump's set in the Salt , and Monck Hath offer'd full fairly his own for to make it , But finding himself by the Devil out-drunk , He honestly cryes , Nay then let him take it . 30. But for 'em when hence they go , ( such were their follies ) Above nor beneath , there no quiet place is , King Charles in Heaven , in Hell Tyrant NOL is , Who ( as God us'd Fleetwood ) will spit in their faces . 31. Now mark what sweet Morsells Hell swallowed of late , There 's Cromwell , and Prideaux , and Bradshaw , and there s He that made Old Nick ( when he enter'd his Gate ) Cry , Oh my Bon Pride , are you there with your Bears ? 32. And now I no longer will rake in this sink , But shortly the RVMP is for Tyburn , and then I 'le tell you more of it ; but you ( as I think ) Do now stop your Noses , and I 'le stop my Pen.

The She-Citizens Delight . To the Tune of Cuckolds all a Row . YOu Cow-hearted Citizens What is your damn'd pretence , To keep your selves within your beds ▪ And not fight for your Prince ; Whose Majesty should you behold , Your shame will breed your woe , And then like fools you will cry out ▪ Cuckolds all a row . There 's some of you whose Bishops Lands Do so much clog their heels , That now they cannot stir , whereas Else would they run on wheels : But yet I hope a time will come When you shall be made know , And told unto their faces that You 'r Cuckolds all a row . But yet for one most reverent Act You are to be commended , That through your Rams-Head zeal you have Your Brother Rump Befriended , To seat them in the Parliament House , Their wisdomes forth to show , But they and you are all alike Cuckolds all a row . But I advise you set this RUMP In salt for fear of stinking , 'T will fall unto the Devils share , Because 't is his by drinking ; In spight of all their Acts and Laws Hee 'l car' them down below , Then Hell and City all alike Cuckolds 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'● 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 Ferret● 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 Presbyter struts up and down in a jump , Curtail'd on purpose for fear least the Rump Should sit on his skirts and give him a thump , Which , &c. Instead of an Use of divine Consolation , The Hypocrite publisht a late Exhortation , To trapan this poor City , and beggar the Nation , Which , &c. For what is call'd Christian , it is no great matter , So they may but gather , they care not who scatter ; They cannot be gifted unless they do flatter , Which , &c. Since Charles was beheaded we have backward gone , And now are brought ev'n to the bare Rump-bone , Which speaks in no other but Atkins his tone , Which , &c. 'T is hard to say , how much these Arse-wormes do urge us , We now need no Quack but these Jacks for to purge us , For resisting our Head the Tayle now doth scourge us , Which , &c. Lenthal now Lords it though the Rabble him mock , In calling him Speaker , and Speaker to the Dock , For an hundred pound more hee 'l kiss their very Nock , Which , &c ▪ And now if we crave but a Parliament Free , We are sure to feel Plunder , or Prison to see ; They 'l gore us , and bore us , & slaves we must be , Which , &c. We are sensible now , that there is no one thing , Can full satisfaction to all Interest bring , Till in spite of all Traytors , we fetch in the King , Which , &c. Monk like the Oracle playes fast and loose ; We know not yet , whether hee 's a Fox or a Goose , He had need look about him , for his neck 's in a noose , Which , &c. Then to conclude this innocent Song , Least the Rump should infect you , which smelleth so strong : Old Old Nick bless them all , and take them e're long , Which no body can deny .

A Psalm sung by the People before the Bone-fires , made in and about the City of London , Febr : 11. To the Tune of Vp tails all . COme let 's take the Rump And wash it at the Pump , For 't is now in a shitten Case : Nay if it hang an Arse , Wee 'l pluck it down the stares , And rost it at Hell for its grease . Let the Devil be the Cook , And the roast overlook , And lick his own fingers apace ; For that may be born , ( if he take it not in scorn To lick such a privy place . ) Though we are bereft Of our Armes , Spits are left , Whereon the Rump we will roast ; Wee 'l prick it in the Tayl , And bast it with a Flayl , Till it stink like a Cole-burnt Toast . It hath lain long in brine , Made by the Peoples eyne , So 't is salt through unsavoury meat ; Wee 'l draw it round about With Welsh Parsley , and no doubt It will choak Pluto's great Dog to eat . We will not be mockt , This Rump hath been dockt , And if our skill doth not fail ; To fear it is good , Or else all the blood In the Body , will leak out at the Tail . Then down in your Ire , With this Rump to the fire , Get Harrington's Rota to turn it ; If Paper be lackt , The Assessment Act You may stick upon'● lest ye burn it . But see there my Masters It rises in blisters , And looks very big on the matter ; Like a roasting Pigs ear ; It sings , do ye hear ? 'T is enough , come quickly the Platter . Lay Trenchers and Cloth , And away bring the Erot● , Did the Devil o' th' Fag-end make none ; But hold , by your leave Napkins we must have To wipe our mouths when we have done . Come Ladies pray where ? Will you none of our Chear ? Are ye of such a squeamish nature ? Pray what is the reason ? Are Rumps out of season ? But 't is an abuse to the Creature . Come wee 'l fall on , Pray cut me a Bone , The Meat may be healthfull and sound ; Fogh ! come let us bury●t , To th' hole we must carry 't , This Rump it stinks above ground . This Fire wee 'l stile The Funeral pile , The Grave shall be under the Gallows ; The Vane shall be th' Scull Of some Trayterous Fool , And the Epitaph shall be as follows ; Vnderneath the Stones A Rump-Corporate's bones , Are laid full low in a sink , And we do implore ye Let them rest , for the more ye Do stir them , the more they will stink .

A Display of the Headpiece and Codpiece Valour , of the most Renowned Collonel Robert Jermy , late of Bafield in the County of Norfolk , Esq with his Son Captain Toll by his side ; now on their way for New-England . Or , the lively description of a dead-hearted fellow . To the Tune of a Turd , or the Black-smith . DId you ne're hear of the Baby of Mars , That charg'd Fox's wife with a Tars , For his valour lies all in his Arse , Which needs must be very strong . A sanctify'd Colonel in beaten Buff , With a Scarlet Jump that 's (1) (1) Cudgell'd by Mr. Armiger at Wells in Norfolk , Novemb. 4. 1654. Cudgel-proof ; And his Son (2) (2) Ran away six miles at Crowland Siege , and ne're lockt behind him . Crowland Coward of the self-same stuff , Who got the Wench bigg with young . Probatum est . He 's a Journey-man Soldier to the States Army , And 't is in his terms , When you fight you must spare me : So runs the Commission of Colonel Jermy , If I be informed true . Upon a Mock-Larm he 's sure in the Van , Where he takes none , and does no more hurt than he can . He 's a pittifull Souldier , though a cruel man , Let 's give the Devil his due , To sacrifice to his fears and his pride , He caus'd a (1) (1) He caused Parson Cooper to be ha●●'d by Judge Iermy , for fear he should beat him . Church-Champion be murder'd and try'd By the Judge of his name , and the Rope on his side ; 'T is Pity they ever were parted . Yet you cannot but say 't was very well meant , When he went to the House of Parliament , In love to his Country before he was sent , In a Coach , when he might have been Carted . You must alwayes take the good-will for the deed , Though at (2) (2) He corrupted twenty free Burgherr at Risen , to give their Votes for h●m in the last Election for Parliament . Pisen he had not the luck to speed ; Yet some other place may have very great need , If the Devil release but his hire . So dear was his love that he (1) (1) He hired 100. men to come with him to LYN with swords and guns , for fear Mr. HOWARD , and his two men should beat him . purchas'd a throng Of Sea-men , in Lice and Lungs very strong . Sure he will be some body ere it be long , If he be not laid in the mire . How the Sailers did hollow and throw up their Hats , And the men with wide mouths that us'd to cry Sprats ; But the brave Spark of Arundel made them look like drown'd Rats , When he (2) (2) Mr. Howard gave him a box on the ear with the back of his hand , and he fell to the ground with fear . humbled Tom T●ll for his sin . That high-born Hero had cudgell'd their Swords , Had they not almost expir'd at his words ; But the whole design was not worth two half-Turds , Though you throw the (3) (3) Justice Cremar , Justice Peddar , and Justice Life . three Justices in . In his last good service he (4) (4) He took the City of Norwich when the Gates were open , and no opposition . took the City , By an Order from the mistaken Committee , Where he scap'd a scowring , the more was the pitty ; For 't was foul when you 've said what you can . He march'd into the Gates with an hundred more , O brave ! he ne're did the like before ; For he us'd to sneak in at the (5) (5) Mrs. Foxe's back door . back dore , As becomes a right modest man . When they entred the Town they beleagur'd the Maior , And with wonderfull courage they stormed the Chair ; But they soon were all soul , and ran very fair , As if they 'd been bred for the Course . For the (1) (1) The Bells were rung backward , which alarm'd the City , wh● came in and had beat him , if he had not run away upon the noise of it . Bells were rung backward , as he sayes his Prayers , And his head went forward with his haste down the stairs , Like a man of dispatch in the State-affairs , Thank Fortune it was no worse . 'T is much to be wondred he should leave the Rump , Though his love to that end has receiv'd a Law frump , But that is his god whatever is Trump ; Yet his Spirit now was blind . Had the Rump but once fizl'd , 't was the strongest side , But a Fart has so routed his Troop in their pride , Though infallible (2) (2) Iermy's Chaplain that prayes , and swears , and fights , and lyes for him in ordinary . Butler was his guide , That they are both blown down the winde . Yet that would be thought a true (1) (1) Let us shew our selves true English men , is his usual saying Englishman , Let him make true Latine if he can ; Yet learned mens lives this Rascal will scan , And when he has done it deny it . This is Jermy's Forlorn when brave Jacks appear ; He has little of wit , and lesse of fear , And swears for his Collonel by the year ; And when he is in , he will ply it . When the Nation was Jaded with a (2) (2) He that drank so much Asses milk , as , without the Parliament's mercy , he is like to be a Fool for ever . Quaker , This Jipp●e forsooth was a great Undertaker , And amongst other Trades a Justice-maker , (3) (3) Two Iustices in Norfolk . Brewer , Tirrell , and Gaffer Life . We 're made and created by his stinking breath , To sit on the Bench upon Life and Death . We 'd as good have had a Turd in our teeth , Without any further strife , I thought this Collonel would fail , When he was upon his Codpiece-bail , He got such a flap with a Fox tail , As more at large in your (4) (4) Master Armiger hath the exemplification of a Verdict in a Box , wherein Iermy's Baude●y with Foxes wife is set forth . Box , Sir . But now if we may believe common fame . At present they say he 's fled for the same , How poorly this Fellow has plaid his Game ! But let him not scape without knocks , Sir . Yet he is such a Coward that I dare say , He neither dares fight nor yet run away , And yet he 'd be glad to stand at a stay , If he might but have his Quietus . For tell him his baseness but once to his face , Y' are sure enough he dies on the place , If he hangs not himself upon this disgrace , 'T is one to a Thousand he 'l beat us .

A Letany for the New-year . FRom all and more than I have written here , I wish you well protected this New-year ; From Civil war , and such uncivil things As ruine Law and Gospel , Priests and Kings ; From those who for self-ends would all betray , From such new Saints that Pistol when they pray , From flattering Faces with infernal Souls , From new Reformers , such as pull down Pauls , From L●nsy woolsy Lords , from Town betrayers , From Apron Preachers , and extempore Prayers , From Pulpit-blasphemy & bold Rebellion , From Bloud and — somethings else that I could tell ye on , From new false Teachers which destroy the old , From those that turn the Gospel into Gold , From that black Pack where Clu●s are alwayes , Trump From Bodies Politique and from the Rump , From those that ruine when they should repair , From such as cut off Heads instead of Hair , From twelve Months Taxes and abortive Votes , From chargeable Nurse-Children in red Coats , From such as sell their Souls to save their Sums , From City Charters that make Heads for Drums , From Magistrates which have no truth or knowledge , From the red Students now in Gresham Colledge , From Governments erected by the Rabble , From sweet Sir Arthurs Knights of the round Table , From City-Saints whose Anagram is Stains , From Plots and being choak'd with our own Chains , From these , and ten times more which may ensue , The Poet prays , Good Lord deliver you .

The New State described . LO here a Glorious Realm subverted stands , Just Tumbler-like upon the Feet and Hands : Once Europes Pride and Envy , now their Scoff , Since the base Entrayles cut the Head on 't off , The Body lost its form , and 's turn'd a Lump ; Now all the Limbs are Vassals to the Rump , Which all the Nutriture devour'd and spent , Yields nothing back but stink and excrement , And all returns that ever this doth send us , Serves only to defile us and offend us ; 'T is by much pamparing grown a strange Disease , Which all receives , and gives nor food nor ease To th' pining Body , but is craving still ; And we by feeding it our selves do kill ; Which nothing lives by that has any worth , But those base vermin which its stink brought forth . If every Member in this Body would Withdraw its strength and influence , as they should , This nasty Highness quickly must abate , And yield to th' Head which only saves the State .

The Devills Arse a Peake : or , Satans beastly part , or in plain terms , Of the Posteriors and Fag-end of a Long Parliament . To be said or sung very comfortably . To the Tune of Cook Laurel . O Foolish Brittanicks , where are your hearts fled ? What fiend doth the Nation bewitch ; That since you like Rogues cut off your own Head , Your Noses close in with the Britch ? The Britch ! such a bit , Nolls paunch could never brook , For it put him still to his dumps ; And though full meals of Hell-broth he oft took , Yet alwaies he spew'd out the Rumps . Till Lambert the Knave and Fleetwood the fool ( Though Dick perswaded them from it ) Did overturn the Devils Close stool , And like Dogs return to their Vomit . No sooner the Councel Table was spread With many a vomited gull But the Army turn'd squeazie and turned their Head , For they soon had their Belly full . The Red-coats could never this Rumbling digest , Till advis'd by Old nick and his train , ( Who good unwittingly oft may suggest ) They spew'd up their Vomit again . Their Surreverence was for a while out of sight , Till Whettam began to deplore 'um , And Arthur the Knight of the Spur a bold wight , The Rump of a Rump did restore 'um . Then a pox light on the pittifull Rump , That a third time above board vapers , Which Old Nick blew out ; but now turns up Trump , As Jone farted in and out Tapers . The House by this Legion was long time possest , But at last they were cast out of dore ; Yet finding it swept , returned a new guest Seven-times more a fiend than before . Away then ye pittifull Citizen slaves , Who let such enormities pass , Were you but true men or but errant Knaves , Fools durst not you ride like an Ass . Then dare to be Honest , and beat up your Drum , For when the Rogues hear of your power , You 'll smell what a scent proceeds from the Bum , From Whitehall , at least to the Tower . S' foot ! what if these Ars-worms with gifts of our gold Great George to defend them should move Our goods & our Liberties , then would be sold , And the Devil a Monk would he prove . Then pluck up your Spirits , and draw out your Swords , 'T is force that must only prevail , We have long enough stood out in bare Words , Let 's now make a stod for their Tayl. Then Vive le Roy let 's merrily Sing , Can any Man well in his Wits , Think worser of Charles our Noble good KING , Than those who do govern by Fits ? Search round the great City what ill you can see , Which the Rascally Rump hath not done , And then you will wish with the Nation and me , That CHARLES had his Heritage won For Swearing , Sacriledge , Murther , and Lyes , KING-Killing , Hypocrisy , Cheats , They make no more of these Sins , then of Flies , HELL is almost out-damn'd by their Feats . Then fight ye like men for the good of the Nation As ye hope to be civilly Drunk , On free cost at blessed CHARLES Coronation , Pray hard for the trunesse of Monk . Heaven bless our good Soveraign , the best of all Men , Let the King of our Hearts be Trump , That Peace and Prosperity may come agen , Squire Dun and Old Nick take the Rump . Then let the Knaves shuffle three Kingdoms awhile Till each Curr at his Fellow snarles , Ere long they will Cut , and after the Broyle The Dealing must fall to KING Charles . This Flap with a Fox-tail shall have the same lot , That unhorst his Tumble-down Highness , For since the rest of the Members are not , The Rump must shortly have FINIS .

The Committee of Safety . HEard ye not of the Phanatick Committee Of Safety , whom London that stiff-necked Citty Profanely disturbed , and was not that pitty ? Oh blessed Reformation . This gallant Committee made up of a crue Of three and twenty bad men and untrue , Would have made both our Church & our State for to rue . Still blessed Reformation . Charles Fleetwood is first and leads up the Van , Whose counterfeit Zeal turns Cat in the pan , And dame Sankey will swear he 's a valiant man . Oh , &c. John Lambert at Oliver's Chair doth roare , And thinks it but reason upon this score , That Cromwell had sitten in his before . Still , &c. Desborough's a Clown , of whom it is sed , That to be a States-man he never was bred , For his Shoulders are far better proof than his Head . Oh , &c. But whatever he wants is soundly made up By subtle Sir Vane , who would bring us to sup Large draughts from the whore of Babylon's cup. Still , &c. And under the arm of that masked Turk Little Bennet creeps in to help on the good work , And by voting down Tithes to reform the proud Kirk . Oh , &c. The Tobacco-man Salway with a heart full of gall Puff-down Bells , Steeples , Priests , Churches , & all As old superstitious Relicks of Baal . Still , &c. Holland the Link-boy's a worshipfull Wight , For he must stand by to hold them a Light While they do their works of darkness and night . Oh , &c. Next Steel the Recorder , whose politick Noddle With Out-landish Notions of State doth still quoddle , Would here introduce the Venetian Moddle . Still , &c. Brandriffe a harmless and innocent Pigeon Most zealously moves , that each ignorant Wigeon May have leave to profess and own any Religion . Oh , &c. Wat Strickland him second 's that furious Ram , And swears that when first to Holland he came , All Sects were permitted in Amsterdam . Still , &c. Whitlock that mischievous dangerous Elf Never sticks to turn sides to promote his own Wealth , And hath Wit enough , Law enough to damne himself . Oh , &c. Ludlow's a Saint of the Levelling mold , And of courage undaunted , for Faith makes him bold , Since the fort at Duncannon is his strong hold . Still , &c. Thompson a Person of noted affection , Though suspected as guilty of much circumspection , Yet is one of this Gang for the Peoples correction . Oh , &c. Jesuitical Berry can hardly afford A Gown-man to preach , but will make us accord , That Mars hath best right to the two-edged sword . Still , &c. Poor Sidenham would preach and pray too if he could , But finding he cannot perform what he would , He is bent and resolv'd ne're to do what he should Oh , &c. At President Laurence let none dare to scoff Or abuse his grave Sermons , to call them riff raff , Hee 's a Father of England , and the Horse-men thereof . Still , &c. Lord Hughson the Cobler's teeth greedily chatter To carve up a Prentice's Head in a Platter , For he will go through-stitch with the whole matter . Oh , &c. John Clark in his hast is all lightning and thunder , To break all Demuries and weak Scruples asunder , While his fingers do itch at the Cities rich plunder . Still , &c. No marvel that Lilburn is one of this Train , As frantick as any , and as crosse in the grain , For Robin inherits his Brothers mad Brain . Oh , &c. The Mountain did travel and bring forth of late , What was 't but a Mouse ? and Sir Harrington's pate Is pregnant with formes of the Utopian State . Still , &c. What ? A Scotch Rook among all these English Jack-dawes , The Laird Warriston's in for the Gude Old Cause , To subvert all Proprieties , Charters and Laws . Oh , &c. A brace of sage Aldermen act in the Play , Ireton and Titchburn who faithlesly may , The Londoners Counsells and Plottings betray , Still , &c. So here 's a Committee of Safety compounded Of Knave and of Fool , of Papist and Roundhead , On Base's of Treason and Tyranny grounded . Oh , &c. These did their Protestant Soveraign kill , These glory'd the bloud of the Nobles to spill , And trampled on Parliaments at their own will . Still , &c. These were the Carbuncles of Oliver's Nose , And the Rump's stinking excrements as we suppose Bound up in the linings of Atkins's Hose . Oh , &c. Tredeskin himself never had such a Show As this Knack , which would all our Rights overthrow , And Caligula-like slay three Lands at a blow . Still , &c. What Resolves and what Orders were past I shan't tell , Nor will any longer on this Subject dwell , E're now an Account is given in Hell , Where they 'l make a new Reformation . For Monck charm'd the Goblin , and packt it away To its properest Place , with black Pluto to stay , For which let true English-men joyfully say St. George wrought the true Reformation .

The GANG or the Nine Worthies and Champions , Lambert , &c. To the Tune of Robinhood . IT was at the Birth of a Winters morn , With a Hey down down a down down , Before the Crow had pist , That nine Hero's in scorn Of a Parliament forlorn , Walkt out with Sword in fist . Johnne Lambert was first a dapper Squire , With a Hey down , &c. A mickler man of might Was nere in York-shire ; And he did conspire With Vane Sir Harry a Knight . Desborough was such a Country Swain , With a Hey down , &c. An Easter Sun nere see ; He drove on a main Without any brain , Such a jolt-head Knave was he . Kelsey was a brave Button-maker ; With a Hey down , &c. As ever set mould upon Skewer ; And this Wise-aker Was a great pain-taker , T' make Lambert's Nose look blewer . The devout and Holy Major Creed , With a Hey down , &c. I known 't of what Faith or Sect , Had mounted a ●teed , And vow'd he would bleed 'Fore Lambert should be checkt . Duckenfi●ld ( Steel was nere so true , ) With a Hey down , &c. And as wise as ever was Toby . Lay in the Pu●lew , The Cock-pit Av●nue , To hinder the Speakers Go-by . A man of Stomack in the next Deal , With a Hey down , &c. Was hungry Colonel Cobbet , He would eat at a Meale A whole Common-weale , And make a Joynt but a Gobbet . The following Champion is Barrow , With a Hey down , &c. An Ominous name for a Swine-Herd , He flew like an Arrow , Thither whence Lord Harry But durst not draw his Whinyard . Room for Packer a toyling Ditcher , With a Hey down , &c. He had set his Spade an edge , He hop't to be Richer By being a Bricher And Lambert his Stake in the hedge . For Nobilities sake we may not forget , With a Hey down , &c. That Valiant Mars his true Son , His Cobling Feat Lackt a Parliament Seat That Marks-man one-eyed Hewson . These being aided with Red Coat and Creepers , With a Hey down , &c. After a short Dispute The Liberty Keepers , Were made Boo-peepers , And the Speaker strucken Mute . But well said Sir Arthur , what time of the day ? With a Hey down , &c. The Parliament's now in the Prime They stand at a Bay , And have mist their Prey , And Cowardly curse the time .

The Second Part. NOw Johnne is gone to the North Countrey , With a Hey down , &c. And glad he is to retire , He cryes Cramme O Cree , Have mercy on me 〈…〉 set a-Fire . And Desborough gotten into his Farm , With a Hey down , &c. Untill they do him need , ‛ Meant the House no harm , But took it for a Barn , His Lord and hee 's not agreed . Kelsey is praying for the Dole , With a Hey down , &c. Of the Hospital that 's Suttons ; He is out of the Roll , And hath ne're a Loop-Hole , And now his Arse makes Buttons . And Creed will now believe Sir Arthur , With a Hey down , &c. His Steed is Chopt for a Jade , He will be a Carter Before a Martyr , And is turned Regenade . Duckenfield's in a pittifull Case , With a Hey down , &c. The Speakers Horses and Coach , Were at stake with the Mace , And he 's thrown Aums Ace , Tyburn owes him a reproach . By being too greedy Colonel Cobbet , With a Hey down , &c. Has got a Bone in his throat , He hath sighed and sobbed And grievously throbbed , But it will not help the Choak . Pray take your turn too Mr. Barrow , With a Hey down , &c. What think you of your Plot ? Your Sow will not Farrow , The Hang-man's Harrow , That Hurdle will be your Lot . Tye him up DVN , 't is Goodman Packer , With a Hey down , &c. That would set up another Nose , Had he been a Backer As Colonel Hacker , H 'ad liv'd in spight of his Foes . H●●son's Companions as scabby a● Coots , With a Hey down down a down down . Have infected him with the mange , They have pist in his boots , He must cry roots , And TVRN OVT to Turnup must change .

Vanity of Vanities , or Sir Harry Vane's Picture . To the Tune of the JEWS Corant HAve you not seen a Barthol'mew Baby , A Pageant of policy as fine as may be , That 's gone to be Shown at the Mannor of Raby , Which no body can deny . There was never such a prostitute Sight , That e're profan'd this purer Light , A Hocus Pocus juggling Knight , Which , &c. He was taken for a Delphick Tripus , Another doubt-solving Oedipus , But the Parliament made him a very Quibus , Which , &c. His cunning State tricks and Oracles , His lying Wonders and Miracles , Are turned into Parliament Shackles , Which , &c. Goodly great Sir Onesimus VANE , The Annointed King of Saints not Reign ? I see all Godlyness is not Gain , Which , &c. John a Leyden that Munster's Jing , Was a Fool and an Asse to this pretty Thing , But the Parliament hated the name of a King , Which , &c. This holy Saint hath pray'd till he wept , Prophesied and Divin'd while he slept , But fell in a T — when aside he stept , VVhich , &c. He sate late in the House so discontent , With his Arms folded and his Brows bent , Like Achitophel to the Parliament , Which , &c. He durst not speak of a Concubine , Nor gave more Councel to any Design , But was musing on a Hempen Line , Which , &c. He see Mr. P — take a great deal of Pain , To get in with the rest as Members Again , But they were Voted as use-less as VANE ▪ Which , &c. They gave him a Conge with such a Vote ; 'T was thought they had learned it by Rote , Ever since he went down to Graves-end by Bote. Which , &c. For all his Ceremonious Cringing , He shall undergo a notable Swinging , There is now no more need of his Engine , Which , &c. When first the English War began His Father was a Court Trepan , And ' rose to be a Parliament Man , Which , &c. So from the Father came unto the Son , Whom wo and Mis'ry now do wait upon , For Counselling Protector John , Which , &c. A Gemini they were , Pollux and Castor , One was a Teacher , the other a Pastor , And both like R — betrayed their Master , Which , &c. The Devil ne're see such two Sir Harry's , Such a pest'lent pair nor near nor far is , No not at the Jesuites Sorbon of Paris , Which , &c. They talkt of his having a Cardinals Hat , They 'd send him as soon an old Nun's Twat ; For turning in pan there was nere such a Cat , Which , &c. His dainty project of a Select Senate , Is Damned for a blasphemous Tenet , 'T was found in the budget ( 't is said ) of Monk Bennet , Which , &c. Of this State and Kingdom he is the Bane , He shall have the reward of Judas and Cain , And 't was he that overthrew Charles his Wain , Which , &c. Should he sit where he did with his mischievous brain , Or if any his Councels behind do remain , The house may be called the Labour in Vain , Which no body can deny .

The Glory of the WEST , or , The Tenth Renowned WORTHY , and most Heroick CHAMPION of this BRITISH ISLAND . Being an unparallel'd Commemoration of General MONK'S coming towards the City of LONDON . TO unperplex the Riddles of our State , And to discover t' us our hidden part , Welcome ( we cry ) Welcome to George the Great , A joyfull sight to see . Not like the Macedon's impatient sword , That solv'd the doubt tyed in the Gordian Cord , Great George doth time proportion due afford , A joyfull , &c. Wisdoms great pattern bred at Bellonaes Brest , Prudence and Valour joyned in one Rest ▪ No more St. George shall be but George the Blest , A joyfull , &c. As Caesar did the affrighted Boat-man learn , When he sate trembling at the stinking stern , My fates Embarqued that do's the world concern , A joyfull , &c. So the wrackt Vessel of the state distrest , With Heav'ns angry blasts , now seeks for rest , From the Favonian Gales of George o' th' West , A joyfull , &c. His great excelling merits in the Scale , Of our rais'd hope , nor shall the angry Taile , Of any Comet 'gainst our peace prevail , A joyfull , &c. Another Fabius , whose wise delayes ( Like a misty morn , guilt with the Suns noon'd rayes ) Have Crown'd him with the Glorious Bayes , A joyfull , &c. He that has marched quite three Kingdoms o're , Subdu'd his great mind for to make them four , The signs to bring peace and plenty to our door . A joyfull , &c. Let all antient Glory then be a Romance , Let old Fame , and craz'd Time , lye in a Trance , Nothing new but Hony Soit qui maly pense , A joyfull , &c. This is the Noble Champion of the Garter , The Great Defender of the Magna Charter , The Soveraign Good came from the Northerne Quarter , A joyfull , &c. To settle a Nation without any Blowes , To break down the Bridge of another Nose , To do what all wish , but no body Knows , A joyfull , &c. To compleat a Design without any Noyse , To amuse the Loud cry of Vive le Roys , And sport all along with your Common wealth toys , A joyfull , &c. But all the grand Hero's and wise ones together , None had such advantage of Wine and Weather , 'T is true he 's sprung of a Princely Feather , A joyfull , &c. Where shall we begin his Trophees to raise ? Or when shall we make an end of his praise ? The blessing and honour and joy of these dayes . A joyfull , &c. The untam'd Scot ( before his glorious time ) Has made t' expiate their treacherous crime , They own him sole Conqueror of their Clime , A joyfull , &c. His great and most powerfull Influence . Has restrain'd them in their Obedience , As if they own'd the Vice-roy of their Prince , A joyfull , &c. The shifting Irish ' bey'd his great command , The slaughtered Dutch , yet rowling on the sand , Crave a reflux , to keep them from his hand , A joyfull , &c. Thrice did he Victory over them repeat , And the almost wearied State were forc'd to treat To save them from a final last defeat , A joyfull , &c. Whether we conquer'd are , or we must submit , By his all-powerfull hand to them that sit , We are sure to be eas'd of our present fit , A joyfull , &c. What if great George should come to the City , And in all your good humours should presently fit ye , And I hope he will do ; else more is the pity . A joyfull sight , to see .

The City of LONDON'S New Letany . To the Tune of the Black-Smith . FRom Rumps that do Rule against Customes and Laws , From a fardle of Fancies stil'd a Good Old Cause , From Wives that have nails which are sharper than Claws , Good Jove deliver us all . From men who seek Right where it 's not to be had , From such who seek good where all things are bad , From wise men far worse than fools or men mad . Good Jove , &c. From Soldiers that wrack the poor out of dores , From Rumps that stuff Coffers to pleasure their Whores , Which they secretly squeeze from Comm●●-wealth scores , Good Jove , &c. From Ingrossers of wealth to lye by their walls , Which they force from poor women for keeping of Stalls , And choose for to rise by other mens falls . Good Jove , &c. From Knaves that doe pocket good Subjects Estates , From such that give Plaisters when they 've broken our Pates , From Rumps that do Vote down our Postes , Chaines and Gates , Good Jove , &c From States-men that Court the Thing that they hate , From wofull Repentance that comes too late , From those that delight in making of bate , Good Jove , &c From Souldiers who mutiny for want of their pay , And at last go sneeking without it away , Crying , they hope for a far better day , Good Jove , &c. From one who brought Forces to fill up the Town , That when Rumps were at highest he might pull them down , Because he himself doth aim at the Crown , Good Jove , &c. From Commanders who never drew swords but in Schools , Which were button-pointed to favour such fools , Who in vapouring words do threaten Joynt stools , Good Jove , &c. Who to loose drop of blood would faint at the heart , And in dread of a Gun are scar'd at a Fart , If one blows but his Nose it makes them to start . Good Jove , &c. Who think every brush of wind an Alarm , To which they make ready and cry out Arm , Arm , Yet secretly pray that there may be no harm , Good Jove , &c. From a City that lyes on its back to be Gelt , From those that won't stir till famine be felt , From the Pike , the Gun , the Sword , and the Belt , Good Jove , &c. From a simple Maior not fit to Rule Hoggs , From such as obey him like Spannel Doggs , From Summers heat and from winters Foggs , Good Jove , &c. From Country Petitions and Declarations , That will not be drawn one inch from thei● stations , But triumph in words for old Reformations . Good Jove , &c. From Apprentices valour and threats from the City , Which would Act great Wonders , yet forbear in pitty , From Fools that conceit themselves very witty , Good Jove , &c. From Oaths and Engagements imposed by force , And broken as fast without any remorse , Alleadging them Ceremonies of course , Good Jove , &c. From those whose damn'd actions with Treason are Crown'd From such that would Law and Gospel confound , And vow that the City they 'l burn to the ground , Good Jove , &c. From People that murmur with Swords in their hand . And keep an entreating when they may command , Yet had rather loose all than Knaves to withstand , Good Jove , &c. From Rumps that the Kingdoms Revenue have spent , From an everlasting Parliament , And from an Army full of discontent , Good Jove , &c. From such who do courtesies with a long pause , From those who condemn before they hear the Cause , And from Trades that are worse than picking of straws , Good Jove , &c. From a Foes mercy when one lyes in his power , From a Friends anger in an ill hour , And from a Fool that 's Lieutenant of the Tower . Good Jove , &c. From men who make use of their Friends in the nick , And when the Brunt's over against them do kick , The thoughts of such Varlets do make my Muse sick . Good night good people all .

The RUMP serv'd in with a Grand Sallet : or , A New Ballad . To the Tune of the Black-smith . 1. POetical Muses have fallen heavy as a Mallet , Upon the poor Rump for disgusting their Pallet , To cure the disrellish take now a Grand Sallet , Which no body can deny . 2. This RVMP is deriv'd by lineal descent , As the undoubted Heir , and excrement , Of the yet perpetual Parliament , Which , &c. 3. This was such an Idol , as the Z●alots did strain Their Purses and Consciences for to maintain , Though it prov'd both of Church and Kingdom the bane . Which , &c. 4. The tail of the Dragon 's not so bad as this Rump , Which hath three such Kingdoms worn to the very stump , And must leave them for the time a confused Lump , Which , &c. 5. Our Lawes , Lives , Lands , Liberties , were upon sale , By this everlasting Rump , Fag-end or tail , Yea to save our very Souls they refus'd to take bail . Which , &c. 6. A Tail which was eaten up almost of the Pox , That stunk more like Carrion , than ever did Fox , Or that which was rosted of late at the stocks . Which , &c. 7. A Rump that the People did hate , scorn , and curse ▪ As a Devil incarnate , or of something that 's worse , Of Schism and Rebellion both Mother and Nurse , Which , &c. 8. The Othodox Cler●y was forc'd for to fly , They were plundred and sequestred without reason why , But only because they would not comply , Which , &c. 9. Then as guilty of Popery the Common-prayer-book was damn'd , And with all kind of News-books the Churches were cram'd , Venting lyes , non-sence , blasphemy , and what 's not to be nam'd . Which , &c 10. Then the Antient Order of Bishops went down , Which in the Church Christian was ever of Renown , The Proverb proves true , No Miter , No Crown , Which , &c. 11. In whose stead we planted Elders and Presbyters , Which impowr'd , brake Princes and People in fitters , And with their Classes and Asses them all to besquitters , Which , &c. 12. They call'd then a Synod which scarce could agree . I' th' space of three years whether there be a TRINI●Y , From such pur-pure-blind Levites God bless you and me , Which , &c. 13. That Assembly was just like the Members that chose it , Without Learning and Honesty , all the World knows it , Fit Jakes-farmers for the Rump , they could twang and nose it , 14. They combin'd with the Scots to bring in a Directory , Tending neither to our Good , nor yet to Gods Glory ; 'T is a shame that Tom Fuller should name 't in Church-story , Which , &c. 15. For whereas a Christian should be taught how to pray , And both rightly to believe , and humbly to obey , Nor Lords prayer , nor Creed , nor Decalogue have they , Which , &c. 16. Then curse ye Meroz , in each Pulpit did thunder , To perplex the poor people and keep them in wonder , Till all the Reins of Government were broken quite asunder , Which , &c. 17. Then St. Pauls the Mother-Church of this City and Nation , Was turn'd to a Stable , O strange Profanation ! Yet this was one of their best fruits of Reformation . 18. Of all that is Christan they make no great matter , So they may but gather they care not who scatter ; Their Tryers would approve none but such as bribe and flatter , Which , &c. 19. Instead of an Vse of Divine Consolation , These Hypocrites publisht a late Exhortation , To trepan and beggar this City and Nation , Which , &c. 20. If they be establish● bid England farewell , And rather than dwell here i' th' Suburbs of Hell , Choose Turkey , or Tartary , or any where to dwell , Which , &c. 21. This form will ne're suit with the English Complection , Which is free and too Heroick to yield base Subjection , Or to take from a Pope in each Parish correction , Which , &c. 22. Who ever did Lord it like these self-seeking Elves , Which have forc'd us on covenants , vows , oaths , and other shelves , That should warn us for the future to look to our selves , VVhich , &c. 23. All sober men know that 't is a mischievous fate , A Kingdom to turn into a popular State , And Episcopy into a Presbyterate , VVhich , &c. 24. Yet the Parliament set 〈◊〉 the pure Members five Both of Church and ●ngdom , the downfall to contrive , That by the Ruines o● our Sion this their Babel might thrive , VVhich , &c. 25. The Presbyters 3. years were long since expir'd , And yet , as if they had not our patience quite tir'd , To spur-gall us still afresh they have conspir'd , VVhich , &c. 26. Then why so many Bonfires of late in this City ? Why such ringing of Bells , and rejoycing ? 'T is pity That ye should be so gull'd by the Rump , that does out-wit ye , Which , &c. 27. For the House is like Hydra , if one head ye kill , Another starts up , another full as ill ; So , though one Rump is gone , yet another fits still , Which , &c. 28. They have altered the scean , the people to please , Because in commotions they must them appease , We have thus chang'd our bed , but not our disease , VVhich , &c. 29. Their shifting and shuffling is but to decoy us , While Spiders do spin , their Cobwebs annoy us , If the House ben't swept clean , ere long they 'l destroy us , Which , &c. 30. If they mean as they talk of a Parliament free , How comes it that such Qualifications we see , That no one known Royalist can chosen be ? Which , &c. 31. The best things corrupted do ever prove worst , Then that the next Parliament make amends for the first , Let 's choose no more Zealots , le●t in pieces we burst , Which , &c. 32. For when as the Schismaticks i' th' House do prevail Then the head and all the Members are led by the tail , So that all parts in doing their duty needs must fail , Which , &c. 33. Let the Militia be setled e're you part with your Money , Else you 'l find them gall and wormwood whom you took for honey , And the Souldiers will insult 'ore as soon as they 've undone ye , VVhich , &c. 34. 'T is believed the 3. Generals , Fairfax , VValler , and Brown , Are sorry now for what they once helpt to pull down , And 't is hopt they 'l redeem it by deeds of Renown , Which , &c. 35. We are sensible now that there is no one thing Can full satisfaction to all Interests bring But onely Charles the second , our known lawfull King , Which , &c. 36. Let 's dally no longer , but like Britains let 's stand , For GOD and KING CHARLES , and the Laws of the Land ; Let 's up and be doing , let 's do 't out of hand . Which no body can deny .

Saint George for England . To the Tune of Cook Laurell . THe VVestminster Rump hath been little at ease , Of which you have heard enough one would think , And therefore wee 'l lay it aside if you please , For the more we do stir in 't the more it will stink . These County resolves for a Parliament fre● , Makes the Rump smell worse than it did of late , For now it runs down their heels you may see , You may call them our Privy-Members of State . But why should this Rump deal so roughly with Kent ? When England was conquer'd they were scot-free , Must they for declaring of all men be shent ? But long-tail and bob-tail can never agree . 'T is much disputed who Antichrist is , I think 't is the Rump , nor am I in jest , For indeed , although of the number it miss , Of this I am sure 't has the mark of the Beast . I cannot believe that our General Monck Intends to protect it , hee 's not such a Fool ; For if he were rightly inform'd how it stunk , He never would joyn with such Grooms of the Stool . Though 't be not whole Antichrist , 't is the worst part , By it both the Pope and the Turk are out-done , If it be not the head , nor the feet , nor the heart , 'T is the Rump of the VVhore of Babylon . So pocky , so stinking , so cheating to boot , That he that has got but an eye or a nose , Would never bestride it ; Then why should he do 't ? And make the poor Devil his stallionship lose ; If I might advise him , he should not come near it , The scent of that house is naught for his Gout , And for his Army too ; he might well fear it , 'T is enough to infect both his horse and his foot . Nor would I wish him to come to VVhitehall , For that hath been an unfortunate place , From thence Noll was fetch'd , and Dick had his fall : And George may take heed that it be not his Case . I remember the time when he fought for the King , And the Cause was good though he did not prevail : O let not the Boyes in the streets now sing , He was once for the Head , but now for the Tail . Then George for England strike up thy Drum , And do they devoir this Rump to destroy , That Noble King Charles the second may come , And our Streets may eccho with Vive le Roy. ●nd if He should come by thy Valour and Might , In that brave exploit thou 'lt have more to brag on , Than e're had Saint George that valiant Knight , Who rescued the Maid by killing the Dragon . Then lay by the thought of a Parliament free , But first bring the King in if you be wise , For without Kings & Lords there s none can be ; 'T will be but a Rump of a bigger sise . You know how to do it , and needs not much schooling , All that you need to say is , let it be done , Then why should you stand delaying and fooling , You fought for the Father , why not for the Son ? If you do not do 't , much honour you 'l lose , Which He and We mean you , for this We do know , That in spight of the Rump , and all other his Foes , He will be brought in whether you will or no.

The History of the Second Death of the RUMP . To the Tune of The Parliament sate as sung as a Cat. 1. COme buy my fine Ditty Of News from the Citty , As it was told in Devonshire ; The Pimp that whips weekly Your Breech Politickly Sells not so much truth in a quire . 2. Tom Kings-man ; near undone With long stay in London , Last week to the Country did gallop ; Where he took Cavaliers With his News by the ears , As they did the Pot to drink all — up . 3. Quoth he , I once went To th' late Parliament , Whose Members ( when I had seen 'em ) Made me think of a Rat , That was caught by a Cat , And eat up the tail , that is venom . 4. But yet to the stump Of that Poysonous Rump , Th' Old Mouth did soder in season ; And when that was done , Like a Lay-elder Gun , It stunk at both ends of High Treason . 5. The Monster did come Of mere Mouth and Bum , Most cunningly thus compacted , That if question'd it were , For mischief done there , It might swear , 't was by no body acted . 6. O' the nature and name Of each Member that came Should I give a full relation , Youl 'd guesse by the stink , That I rak't in the sink , And common-shore of the whole Nation . 7. Religions you might Find all there , but the right ; For through the same Sieve they ran , Which Noll us'd before To sift the House o're , Till nothing was left but the Bran. 8. But of those they had , Divisions being made By Fortune's hand , ( which is uncertain ) Some Members got many , Some few , some not any , As Nevill complained , and Martin . 9. Indeed from Usurpers They freed us and our Purse , And praise of thanks had been their hire , For taking us thean Out o' th' Frying-pan , Had they not cast us into the fire . 19. For Cromwell they voted A Tyrant , though rotted , 'Cause when they first footed their Game , Hee 'd not let them carry To prey on the Q●arry , But gorg'd himself on the same . 11. And King Olivers Sons , ( Like Prince-playing Whore-Sons , That on too high parts had ventur'd ) They strip't with a hiss Of their State-properties , And exeunt two Fools as they enter'd . 12. What else they do , By our Purses we knew , As well as that scribling Knave Nedham ; Some good Laws they un-did , And some bad they founded , And shortned our Chain for our Freedom . 13. To quell this fierce Monster , A Knight did anon-stir , Who wanted Arms ; yet from a Waggon O' th' Popes hee 'd take none , But from Prester-John , And so St. George fell by the Dragon . 14. Then Lambert's Wife chid him , And ( like Cromwell ) bid him Confound it , and mount the Throne Royal , Your Weapons are long Quoth she , and as strong , My self of 'em both have made tryal . 15. He finds the Anabaptist For his purpose aptist , And treads the steps of Knipper Dolin , He fasts , and he prayes , I' th' new canting phrase , As if Heaven were taken with drolling . 16 ▪ Some Packs he inveagles , O' th' blood-coated Beagles , To 's party , the Rump-men did so to , And victualled so well , The adjacent fort Hell , As if they no other would go to . 17. Little John thus did draw , 'Gainst th' Out-law , ( Good King ) to try who should have thy Deer , And thus for both poysons , A quarrel did rise once Betwixt the foul Toad and the Spider 18. Bold Lambert advanced , He picquier'd and pranced , And 's Party with speeches did urge on . But though he and Morley Did snarle and look surly , They cheated the Devil and the Chirurgion . 19. For soon the Red-coat , ( who 'l not fight , but vote ) When Lamberts side stronger was found , By ( at least ) two foot , And a Trooper to boot , Did let the Rump fall to the ground . 20. And with General Lent hall , The House they o're w●natall , Religion and Laws they n'ere stood on , But sought still to hold , Ill got Land and Gold , Which first made the Old Cause a Good One. 21. So fell the aged sway , Of five Months and a Day , We yet see no Heir apparent , But from Scabberd pregnant , Expect Posthume regnant , If Midwife Monck kindly take care on 't . 22. The Sword-men address to 's , Pleas , and Manifesto's , Which shew 'em less honest than crafty , Whilst a Tyrannous crew , Our dangers renew , That 's call'd a Committee of Safety . 23. But Fleetwood and Whitlock , ( The Laws cunning Pick-lock ) With Salloway and Vane , two prime Praters , Loved Treason so well , That again to 't they fell , And betray'd ev'n their own Fellow-traytors , 24. In 's villany Bradshaw , Of constancy made shew , For scorning Repentance as fickle , His life he soon ended , And to hell descended , This of my Faith is an Article . 25. Yet Politicus . ( The Devil's Succubus , To teem for his Commendation ) Advizes us all To mourn , and we shall , Whilst that Hell-hound yelps in our Nation . 26. And now Lambert's Cohorts , And Monks ( which makes wo hearts ) Do seem to contest , but anon , We ship-wrack't shall be , When they can agree From what coast the storm shall fall on . 27. Whilst Buff and Red-coats Are sanctified notes Of Christ's and his Gospel's Protectors , But 'mong themselves solely , Do they pass for holy , As Bessus and 's Sword-men for Hectors . 28. They that heard this story , First ●ighed , and were sorry To hear of poor Englands confusion , Then drank a full Bowl To that Royal soul That must settle all in conclusion . Vivat .

The Arraignment of the DEVIL for stealing away President Bradshaw . To the Tune of , Well-a-day , well-a-day . 2 IF you 'l hear news that 's ill , Gentlemen , Gentlemen , Against the Devil : I will Be the Relator . Arraigned he must be , For that felloniously , 'thout due solemnity , He took a Traytor . 2. John Bradshaw was his name . How it stinks , how it stinks , Who 'l make with blacker fame , Pilate unknown . This worse than worst of things Condemn'd the best of Kings , And what more guilt yet brings , Know 't was his own . 3. Vertue in Charles did seem , Eagerly , eagerly , And villainy in him To vye for glory ; Majesty so compleat , And impudence so great Till that time never met , But to my Story , 4. Accusers there will be Bitter ones , bitter ones , More than one , two , or three , All full of spight . Hang-man and Tree so tall , Bridge , Tower , and City-wall , Kite and Crow , which were all Robb'd of their right . 5. But Judges none are fit , Shame it is , shame it is , That twice seven years did sit To give Hemp-string dome ; The fiend they would befriend , That he might in the end To them like favour lend In his own Kingdom . 6. Sword-men it must be you , Boldly to 't , boldly to 't , Must give the Devil his due , Do it not faintly ; But as you rais'd by spell Last Parliament from hell Omnipotently . 7. The Charge they wisely frame ( On with it , on with it , ) In that yet unknown name Of Supreme power . Which six weeks hence by Vote Shall be or it shall not , When Monk's to London got In a good hour ▪ 8. But twelve good men and true , Cavaliers , Cavaliers , He excepts against you , Justice he fears . From Bar and and Pulpit he Craves such as do for see Serve all turnes : for hee 'l be Tryed by his Peers . 2. Satan , y' are guilty found By your Peers , by your Peers . And must dye above ground , Look for no pitty . Some of our Ministry , Whose Spirits with yours comply , As Owen , Caryl , Nye , For death shall fit' ee . 10. Dread Judges ; mine own limb I but took , I but took . I was forced without him To use a Crutch . Some of the Robe can tell How to supply full well His place here , but in hell . I had none such . 11. Devil , you are an Asse , Plain it is , plain it is , And weakly plead the case ; Your wits are lost . Some Lawyers will out-do't , When shortly they come to 't , Your craft , our gold to boot ▪ They have ingross'd . 12. Should all men take their right , Well-a-day , well-aday , We were in a sad plight , O' th' Holy Party . Such practise hath a scent Of Kingly government ; Against it we are bent , Out of home-Char'ty . 13. But if I dye , who am King of Hell , King of Hell , You will not quench its flame , But find it worse : Confused Anarchy Will a new torment be ; Ne're did these Kingdoms three Feel such a curse . 14. To our promotion Sir , There are here , there are here , Through some confused stir Doth the high-road lye . In hell we need not fear Nor King , nor Cavalier , Who then shall dominere But we the Godly ? 15. Truth then , Sirs , which of old Was my shame , was my shame , Shall now to yours be told , You caused his death . The House being broken by Your selves ( there 's Burglary ) W●ath entered forcibly , And stopt his breath . 16. Sir , as our President Taught by you , taught by you , 'Gainst the King a way went Most strange and new : Charging him with the Guilt Of all the blood we spilt , With Swords up to the ●ilt , So wee 'l serve you . 17. For mercy then I call , Good my Lords , good my Lords , And Traytors I 'le leave all Duly to end it . Sir , Sir , 't is frivolous , As well for you as us , To beg for mercy thus , Our crimes transcend it . 18. You must dye out of hand , Satanas , Satanas , This our Decree shall stand , Without controll , And we for you will pray , Because the Scriptures say , When some men curse you , they Curse their own soul . 19. The fiend to Tyburn's gone , There to dye , there to dye . Black is the North anon , Great storms will be , Therefore together now I leave him and th' Gallow : So News-man take 'em thou , Soon they 'l take thee .

The Rota : Or News from the Common-wealths-Mens - Club , Written by Mr. Henry Stub ; 'T is better than a Syllybub . 1. AT Westminster where we take boat , There on the left hand you may note The sign of the Turks Head and Throat . 2. What Heads and Thoats therein there be , If you 'l have patience to see , These few lines here shall notifie . 3. Here Harrington breeds up his youth To the discover of no Truth , All Common-wealths-men in good sooth . 4. A question here , though nere so rude , Is so belabour'd , and so rew'd , And into sundry pieces hew'd . 5. If un-resolved by I , or Not , It must be put to the Ballot . 'T is Mr. Harringtons own plot . 6. The finest thing that ere was seen , The one side white the other green , And there you must put in a Bean. 7. First Harrington doth hawk and hum , And tells a story of old Rome , Which from his own store never come . 8. He cites Sigonius and Lampridius , Authors which to the Club are hideous , And he in quoting most perfideous . 9 ▪ But there a sad mishap befell , Which much doth grieve me for to tell , But I am glad it was so well . 10. The learned man stood up and spoke , That by two Losses he was broke , His Reputation and his Cloke . 11. Quoth he , my Reputation I hear is tumbled up and down Much like a Foot-ball through the Town . 12. And for my Cloak , by this good light , This Rascal Miles but yester-night With Coffee did it all bedite . 13. Next Polixfen , that Politician , Yet surely he is no Hebrician , And ( as I take it ) a worse Grecian . 14. Whom 〈◊〉〈◊〉〈◊〉〈◊〉〈◊〉 did so fright , He was not himself again that night , 'T was thought he did himself beshite . 15. There 's Poultney too that man of Law , In Politicks he is but raw , But prattles more than a Jack-daw ▪ 16. Who speaking once of Injustice , Made a distinction somewhat nice , It was between a Sin and Vice . 17. Next comes in Gold that brazen-face , If blushing be a sign of grace , The Youth is in a wofull case . 18. Whilst he should give us Sol's and Ob's , He brings us in some simple bobs , And fathers them on Mr. Hobs. 19. Nay , he hath got the prettiest feat , Monarchs out of the world to beat , Thus proves they 're all a tacite Cheat. 20. If man in state of nature be , And one imparts his right to me , I cheat him of his property . 21. The like , if many men possest , To one gives all their interest ; He must be deem'd a Cheat at best . 22. We want not an Attorney hight , Lame Collins ( if I name him right ) Oh! 't is a very learned Wight . 23. The subtlest man that ere I saw , Did arguments from Scripture draw , Religion was before the Law . 24. If so Sir Harrington's mistane , Religion doth the Law sustain , Law property , it is most plain . 35. A Parson too , of no small note , His sense as thred-bare are his coat ; And neither of them worth a groat . 26. The man doth hope in time to be Chaplain to the Academy ; Hee 's fit , for he can scarce tell three . 27. Morley , who thought to have been one Of the Committee , but was none ; For had he , they 'd been all undone . 28. 'T was well foreseen , for the wise Knot Thought that the man might have a Plot , For to have dipped their Ballot . 29. One in a speech he did reherse , 'Gainst the Popes land , he was so fierce ▪ He cut it off at least in a teirce . 30. He said he 'd quote Authority , That the full lengsh of Italy Contain'd but threescore miles and three ▪ 31. A Cambrobritain here god-wot , Must needs make one of this learned Knot , But 't were as good if he were not . 32. Taf● Morgan , God he● Worship save , Doth shit among them very grave , He 's no great States-man , but great K — 33. Last , Skinner of his Chair grown proud , Doth gravely weild the busie croud , And still to Orders cries aloud . 34. To tell you more of Mr. Skinner , He 'd rather talk than eat his Dinner ; T is that which makes him look the thinner . 35. But whilst the Man to Strafford cry'd , Sir you to Orders must be ty'd , Or else you must not here abide . 26. For our course here , is not to prate Of things that do too near relate To the Affairs of present state ▪ 37. Speak to the question , it is sound , In what of Government the Ground , Or the foundation may be found . 38. Strafford with that did lowly bow , Good Mr. Speaker calm your brow , And of my Argument allow . 39. For had your Question any sense , I should not take the confidence To give your Worship ought offence . 40. But since for non-sense it may passe , To speak to you in Country-Phasse , Your Worship is a learned Asse . 41. Which words he took in so much scorn , That nothing else would serve his turn , But presently he must adjourn . 42. Adjourn , quoth Strafford , in a fright , Are you a Burgesse or a Knight ? Sure I shall to the Tower to night . 43. But loe , the worst of all disasters , A Youth stood up , My learned Masters , All Governments are much like plasters , 44. Plaisters , quoth Strafford , let me dye ; If not this poor Academy , H●ve not some grand infirmity . 45. And since it happens to be so , I may chance be infected too ; Therefore my Masters all , adieu . Exit .

The Cobler's last Will and Testament : or , the Lord Hewson's translation . 1. TO Christians all I greeting send , That they may learn their souls to amend By viewing of my Coblers end . 2. First , to the new Lords I would give all , But that ( like me ) they 're like to fall , Though heartless Fleetwood has no gall . 3. Yet he deserves this Legacy , ROPE take you all , well may I cry , Hou're Murderers as well as I. 4. And will thus ( wry-neck ) end your race , Since wilfulful Murther hath no place In the late Parliaments Act of Grace . 5. My Paring-Knife I 'le Lambert give , He may have use on 't if he live , For 's throat as well as his brow I believe . 6. But Richard and Harry I have forgot , Shall I give them my Hammers ? No , I will not , For they did not strike while th' Iron was hot . 7. Vane take my Bends , and Wilks my Clue , Atkins my Hose of Safforn Hue , But Gregory saith my Clothes are his due . 8. My Cushion will fit Q. Dowager Cromwell , Whilst Shipton wifes Prophesie she doth thumb well , In Chair of State 't will ease her Bum well . 8. For Oliver thou didst set me on high , I aim'd not at it , though I winkt of an eye , Yet I wish not now to come thee nigh . 10. For sure ere this thou 'lt burn with thy Nose , Which out of thy Nostrils Brimstone throwes , Would thou wert here to singe my Foes . 11. There is another Lord , that 's Rich , To cure the City whose fingers did itch : But only I went thorough stitch . 12. And yet they say I was out of my Trade When as Phlebotomy I Made , Some Chyrurgion to do 't I 'de better have paid . 13 ▪ Ill-looking death turn back thy shaft , If Charon me over Styx should waft , It would disgrace our Gentle-craft . 14. I' th' Good Old Cause I traded st●ll , But in 't my Lordship smelt some ill , To mend it though , prov'd past my skill . 15. Therefore to Tyburn I must ride , Although it cannot be deny'd , But that I have lived single ey'd . 16. And if my Foes will do me right , They 'l say , I 've set the crooked streight , Why then I am a Man upright . 17. I wish the Jury find it so , John Lilburns Jury would say no , Stitch up the Lord , let the Cobler go . 18. But 't is no jesting matter I trow ? For I can't laugh although you do ; Yet may make a wry-mouth , or so . 19 Before , when we debaucht the Nation , We could have vouch'd our Reformation , By a day or two of Humiliation . 20. Now 't is not currant Pay , for I Have wail'd my sins , and yet they cry , Hang him , he weeps but with one eye .

The Hangman 's last Will and Testament , with his Legacy to the Nine Worthies viz. Col. Lambert , Creed , &c. I Have lived to see such wretchednesse , When none but Honesty are Crimes , That my Ropes are turned into Rimes . I and my Gallows groan . Things are so carried I can't tell how , There 's as many above still as are below , I have hang'd such in shirts as white as snow . I and my Gallows groan . Oliver he lived by a Plot , The Parliament sits still , and why not ? And I fared well by a bow-knot . I and my Gallows groan . All my delight was in a Jayl , My estate was got at a Carts tayl , I know not what these people ayle . I and my Gallows groan . Oliver he a Coach would drive , And was honey in the Parliaments Bee-hive , Neither he nor I lov'd a reprive . I and my Gallows groan . I wish I had had his Protectors rest , I 'de have laid it an earnest for a jest , But Sir Harry Vane's worth all the rest , I and my Gallows groan . I have chopt off many a worthy Head , And thanks to the Sheriffs have been well fed . But that I can dock must never be sed . I and my Gallows groan . Lambert I knew was troubl'd with the yellows , And more perplexed with his fellows . Had I liv'd I 'de cur'd him at the Gallows : I and my Gallows groan . Never was any so bad as my Trade , The Nine Worthies would have made , As a Drudge before something a Jade , I and my Gallows groan . But I had got nothing by the thing , There 's indempnity against the string , But my heir may get by a forward Spring , I and my Gallows groan . I see John Lilburn at a bar , And Sir George Booth that man of war , But could get neither in my Car. I and my Gallows groan I think the Ordinaries long Prayer , Hath spoyl'd frequenting of my fair . Till all long-winded R — are there . I and my Gallows groan . For half thirteen pence half penny wages I would have cleared all the Town cages , And you should have been rid of all the Sages . I and my Gallows groan . There was much climbing among the Grandees , Yet they all I see know the wood from the trees , And all to cousin me of my fees . I and my Gallows groan . The High Court of Justice was out of use . The Thieves and the Bench had made a Truce , For want of Authority , a lean excuse . I and my Gallows groan . 'T would vex any body to keep an Axe As long as there are any Alderman Packs , Or Deshorough eke with his wide Sacks . I and my Gallows groan . That Duckenfield , Packer , and Major Creed , Of my helping hand should have such need , When I am not able to do the deed , I and my Gallows groan . Lambert would also borrow the Block , As well as my Lady did Olivers Cock , But like him I must patiently bear this mock . I and my Gallows groan . Fleetwood also lacks some of my skill , And that I can't do 't Folks take it ill , I 'de hang um all , if I could have my will . I and my Gallows groan . 'T is vain to look for old mens shooes , Else I had had Hewson in a noose , But my Successor won't him loose . I and my Gallows groan . Tyburn was once in mourning clad , For a great Man , and I also very sad , A full bunch will make you all glad . I and my Gallows groan

A Hymne to the Gen●le Craft : or Hewson's Lamentation . To the Tune of the Blind Beggar . LIsten a while to what I shall say Of a blind Cobler that 's gone astray Out of the Parliaments High way , Good people pity the blind . His name you wot well is Sir John Hewson Whom I intend to set my Muse on , As great a Warriour as Sir Miles Lewson , Good people , &c. Hee 'd now give all the shooes in his shop The Parliaments fury for to stop , Whip Cobler like any Town-top , Good people , &c. He hath been in many a bloody field , And a successfull sword did wield , But now at last is forced to yield , Good people , &c. Oliver made him a famous Lord That he forgot his Cutting Bord , But now his Thred 's twisted to a Cord , Good people , &c. Crispin and he were nere of kin , The gentle Craft have a noble Twin , But he 'd give Sir Hughs bones to save his skin , Good people , &c. Abroad and at home he hath cut many a Hide , A Dog and a Bell must now be his Guide , They 'l lash him smartly on the blind side , Good people , &c. Of all his War-like valiant Feats , Of his Calves leather and his Neats , Let him speak um himself when he repeats , Good people , &c. I 'le only mention one exploit , For which when he begs , I 'le give him a Doit , How he did the City vex and annoy't , Good people , &c. He marcht into London with Red-coat and Drum During the time we had no Bum , Being right for an Army as a Cows Thum , Good p●ople , &c. And there he did the Prentices meet , Who jeered him as he went through the street , But he did them very well-favouredly greet , Good people , &c. Bears do agree with their own kind , But he was of such a cruel mind , He kill'd his Brother Cob. before he had din'd . Good people , &c. He strutted then like a Crow in a Gutter , That no body durst once more Mutter The Capon-Citizens , 'gan to Flutter , Good people , &c. After he had them thus defeated , To his old Quarters he retreated , And was by Fleetwood notably treated , Good people , &c. He is for this I hear Indited , Though the Week before by them Invited , But Wise Men say they had as good as Shited , Good people , &c. He cares not for the Sessions a Lowse , They reach not a Peer of the other House , He 's frighted to see that he is a Parliament chouse , Good people , &c. And now hee 's gone the Lord knows whether , He and this Winter go together , If he be caught he will loose his Leather , Good people , &c. H 'ad best get him in some Countrey Town , And companie keep with Desbrow the Clown , You see how the World goes up and down . Good people , &c. His Coach and his Horses are gone to be lost , He must vamp it and cart it and thank thee mine host , There 's no more to be said of an old Toast , Good people , &c. Sing Hi Ho Hewson , the State nere went upright , Since Coblers could Pray , Preach , Govern and Fight , We shall see what they 'l do now y' are out of sight , Good people pity the blind .

The Rump Ululant : or Penitence per force . Being the Recantation of the Old Rusty-roguy-rebellious-rampant , and now ruinous rotten-rosted RUMP . To the Tune of Gerrards Mistriss . FArewell False Honors , and usurped Powers farewell , For the Great Bell Of Justice rings in our affrighted ears . The Gripes Or wounded Conscience far exceed all stripes , Yet are small types , Of those sharp pains Rebellion justly fears . See how Th' unmasked people hiss us out of doors , And call us Knave . Because though We , their Servants be , We made them but our Slaves . For since We laid the Country wast like ravenous Boor● , They seek our bloods , Our Hands Because they prize their Liberties , But to devour their Goods . We dip'd in Royal blood , to take his Lands At our Commands , And made 3. Kingdoms headless at one blow . The strife We caus'd was chiefly to cut off his life , With cursed Knife ; He that was Vertues Friend , must be our foe made Religion do our Drudgery to base Ends. But now we find , They that do sow pretences , mow A Harvest of the wind . And now When clamorous vengeance calling for amends Begins our grief , Our Friend the Devil , with his Evill , Can give us no relief . Go search All Lands beneath the Suns Star-spangled perch , You 'l find no Church Like ours , while reverend Bishops held the chair . But those We know with our designs would never close ; And therefore chose In their steads to set up Extempore prayer . Poached Eyes , And words twang'd through a whining Lecturers Nose Did fill our Purses , That many have Rings , and better things , Which now give only curses . And thus Hell was our Text , though Heav'n were our Gloze And Will our Reason , Religion we made free of Hocus trade , And voted Loyalty Treason . Since we With wicked Armes have made the Crosier flee , Errour is free To lay her nets , to make weak minds her prize , All Sects , Schismes cursed Heresies with stubborn necks , Corrupt our Texts , And crane up Scripture to maintain their lyes . You see The crop-ear'd Anabaptist sowing Tares In every ground , Though the Plagues of War , wherever they are The Church and State confound . So do The Roman Noses vend their Popish wares , By twylight still ; And the Quaker half mad , though he looks so sad , Grinds in the Jesuites Mill. Our Drums Did drown our Process , and our Writs ; our Plums Bid kiss our Bums , We sent our Laws and Persons to the Tower ; From whence To be deliver'd , 't was in vain to sence By talking sense ; No Habeas Corpus in the Court of Power . The Gown Did stoop the Reverend Velvet to a crew In short Red-coats , Who many a day , have made you pay , For cutting your own throats . VVe rob'd The whole of Food to pamper out the few , Exciz'd your Wares , And tax'd you round , sixpence the pound , And massacred your Bears . But now Despairs black clouds do hang upon our brow , For all do bow Their hearts to their true Shepheard , Charles their King . And we , The Wolfish Rulers now must Subjects be To destiny , And end our Juncto in a fatal string . Then learn All future Traytors by our Tragick doom , E're 't is too late , Lest when you make Kingdoms to shake , You copy out your fate . VVe know Our high affronts to Church and State make Room For us in Hell ; But yet we 'l hope , till the sad Rope Sayes bid the VVorld farewell . Facit indignatio versum .

The Holy Sisters . SIx of the Femal sex , and purer sect , Had conference of late to this effect , How they might change the Popish Name of Preaching ? Then quoth the first it shall be called Teaching . The second newly warm'd with heavenly Nectar , Fell to commend the sacred name of Lecture . The third not half so learned , yet full as wise , Said , she like it best to call 't The Exercise . Nay , quoth the fourth , the Brethren , as I hear , Do term it Speaking in Northampton-shire . The fifth with none of these yet did accord , But term'd it purely handling of the Word . Then , quoth the sixth ( Standing ) a name most fit ; For Preachers in the Pulpit seldome sit . For Application then , quoth they , we fear Our selves not sufficient th' use to bear , Nor to conceive the meaning of some man ; Some able Brethren we must have , who can , Being full of Spirit , Minister supply , And help 'gainst our Carnal infirmity ; Repeat the Business , and all faults redresse ; Such , who with zeal and heat can fully presse The Point home , that so the Cas● being clear , We may remember 't sweetly many a year . And though in Concord Frailties we oft fall , The help of such good men will raise us all , By putting in New strength and life , whereby Being edified , We grow and fructifie . Thus the Six Sisters did at last consent , And so departed thence Incontinent .

The Second Part of Saint George for England . To the Tune of To drive the cold Winter away . NOw the Rump is confounded , There 's an end of the Roundhead , Who hath been such a bane to our Nation , He hath now plaid his part , And 's gone out , like a fart , Together with his reformation , For by his good favour , He hath left a bad savour , But 's no matter , wee 'l trust him no more ; Kings and Queens may appear Once again in our Sphere , Now the Knaves are turned out of door . And drive the cold Winter away . Se● , Nevil , and Vane , With the rest of that train , Are into Oceana fled , Sir Arthur the brave , That 's as arrant a Knave , Has Harrington's Rota in 's Head , But hee 's now full of cares For his Foals , and his Mares , As when he was routed before : But I think he despairs , By his Armes , or his Prayers , To set up the Rump any more . And drive the cold Winter away . I should never have thought , That a Monk could have wrought Such a Reformation so soon ; That House , which of late Was the Jaques of our State , Will ere long be a House of Renown ; How good wits did jump , In abusing the Rump , Whilst the House was press'd by the Rabble ; But our Hercules Monk , Though it grievously stunk , Now hath cleans'd that Augaean stable . And drive the cold Winter away . And now Mr. Prynne , With the rest may come in , And take their Places again , For the House is made sweet , For those Members to meet , Though part of the Rump yet remain ; Nor need they to fear , Though the Breeches be there , Which were wrong'd both behind and before , For he saith , 't was a chance , And forgive him this once , And He swears he will do so no more . And drive the cold Winter away . 'T is true there are some , Who are still for the Bum , Such Tares will grow up with the Wheat , And there they will be , till a Parliament come That can give them a total defeat : But yet I am told , That the Rumpers do hold , That the Saints may swim with the tyde : Nor can it be Treason , But Scripture and Reason , Still to close with the stronger side . And drive the cold Winter away . Those Lawyers o' th' House , As Baron Wild-goose With treason Hill , Whitlock , and Say , Were the bane of Laws , And our Good Old Cause , And 't were well if such were away : Some more there are to blame , Whom I care not to name , That are Men of the very same ranks , 'Mongst whom there is one , That to Devil Barebone , For his ugly Petition gave thanks . And drive the cold Winter away . But I hope by this time , Hee 'l confess 't was a crime , To abet such a damnable crew , Whose Petition was drawn By Alcoran Vane , Or else by Corbet the Jew : By it you may know , What the Rump meant to do , And what Religion to frame ; So 't was time for St. George , That Rump to disgorge , And to send it from whence it first came , &c. And drive the cold Winter away .

A New Kickshaw for the queasie Stomack of Sathan and all those that fight under his Banner . To the Tune of Cook Laurell . YOu pitifull Rimers now be you all dumb ; Let no Dames of the Dunghill sing Ditties about St. George and the Dragon , and little Tom Thumb , With Wallingford House and the Rump are worn out . Here 's an Ola Polidra so pleasant and new , The Tayle of the State had n'ere such a Hogooe . With a hey down down , &c. Come listen you Cooks and learn my new Dish , 'T is that that will fill your Guests bellyes with laughter , 'T is a meat neither made of flesh nor fish , But will make all that tast it to lick their lips after . Here 's an Ola , &c. First take you three Farts from the Parliament-Breech , The head of an Onion to rubb on your Platter , The Hums and the Ha's of Mr. Scot's speech , Spoke twice to no purpose , and mince not the matter , Here 's an Ola , &c. Take the Linings of Alderman Atkins his Hose , Some o th' cobling Collonel's Shooe-makers wax , The juyce of Tichburn's and ●reton's Toes , 'T will settle your Stomacks , and strengthen your Backs . Here 's an Ola , &c. If an Independent Sermon you hear , Be sure you take all that is spoke to the Text , Some of my Lord Pride his Zeal for a Fear , And a Prayer by the Spirit made by that Part comes next . Here 's an Ola , &c. Take Munson's chaste motions towards a Wench , The Sword of the Spirit handled by Gough , The fear of the Judges that sate on the Bench When the Head of this Isle by the Tayle was lopt off . Here 's an Ola , &c. Take all the old Speaker's Honesty whole ; For if it be lessen'd 't will prove little or none ; And , if you have room , you may stop up the hole With the Knighthood and Wisedom of Sir John his Son . Here 's an Ola , &c. Take one of Sir Arthur's passionate dumps , Sir Harry Vane's Harry Vane's hearty Prayers for Monck , The froth of the Good Old Cause worne to the stumps . And modest Harry Martins discourse for a Punk . Here 's an Ola , &c. Of Publick Faith an Ounce if you can get it , Stew'd well in an Honest Committee-mans skull , Then with the Coales of Hugh Peter's Devotion beat it , 'T will give all the Devills in Hell Belly full . Here 's an Ola , &c. Take the Whites of a Puritans lifted-up eyes , And the Saffron engendred on a Presbyters gums , Mr William ●illye's Astrogolical Lyes , And the meditations of Salloway biting his thumbs . Here 's an Ola , &c. Of Lam●ert's Religion as much as a Nut , And of his Wive's Honesty much thereabout , With the spirit that moveth holy Brethren to rut , And maketh the holy Sisters hold out . Here 's an Ola , &c. Sow it in an Excise-man's Conscience well fear'd , And in a French-man 's Codpiece 2. hours let it stew , Then strow it o're with a Puritan's beard ; 'T is a Dish for the Devil and for his Dam too . Here 's Ola , &c. But then if it want a Man to say grace , It must be done by one that 's a Sinner , An Independent Doctor just turn'd out on 's place , Must needs be most fit to give thanks for this Dinner .

England's Triumph : or , The Rump Routed by a true Assertor of Englands Interest , General George Monk . A SONNET . To the Tune of , Fill up the Parliament full . WHat makes the Souldiers To stand to their Arms ? 'T is for what they profest , To keep us from harmes , The Members secluded Comes in by fwarmes To fill up the Parliament full , full , full , To fill up the Parliament full . You know that the City Gates Late were thrown down The Walls too were order'd By Parliament frown : But General M●nk has pleas'd Souldier and Gown . And fill'd up the Parliament full , full , full , And fill up the Parliament full . A dispute there was had By the Members secluded , Brave Monk was the Umpire And found them deluded , But Englands great joy Is now wholly concluded : For he 's fill'd up the Parl. full , full , full , For hee 's fill'd up the Parl. full . Sir Arthur the Valiant Must make his Speech large , Left the Members Excluded Lay Treason to 's Charge . Hee 'd better have dealt With his New-castle Barge , Than to s●e the Old P. full , full , full , Than to see the old P. full . The Aldermen Grave , And the Commons o' th' City Imprisoned were , The more is the pity , But General Monk said , That I will acquit ye , For the P. now shall be full , full , full , For the P. now shall be full . Have you not seen Fresh Flowers in the Spring ; And have you not heard A Cage-bird to sing ? But if the Cage-Members Would bring in the King . — It would fill up the Parl. full , full , full , It would fill up the Parl. full . The Parliament now will Come into their Geers , For Secluded P — ( That once lost his Ears ) Marcht in with his Rapier For Commons and Peers , To fill up the Parliament full , full , full , To fill up the Parliament full . Whose often Declaring Has furnisht the Nation With Parliament Arguments Of the old Fashion , And would have both King , Lords and Peers in this Nation To fill up the Parliament full , full , full , To fill up the Parliament full . Our brave General Monk We bound are to thank , The Honest Lord Fairfax Has plaid ( too ) his prank , No thanks to be given To the Rump nor the Shank To fill up the Parliament full , full , full , To fill up the Parliament full . Had the City ne're mov'd , Nor the Prentices strove , They'd lost their Old Charter : But MONK had a love To challenge the Grand Ones Which Mischiefs did move ; And so fill'd up the Parl full , full , full , And so fill'd up the Parliament full .

The Parliament-Complment : or , the Re-admission of the Secluded Members to the Discharge of their long retarded Trust . SInce sixteen hundred forty and odd , We have soundly been lashed with our own rod And we have bowed our selves down at a Tyrants nod , Which no body can deny . Whe have seen a new thing call'd a Council of State , U●held by a Power that 's now out of date , Put to th● Q●estion , by th' Members of Forty eight , Which , &c ▪ We have seen what we hope we shall ne'r see agin Now Lambert and Desbrow are snar'd in the gin , The tayl cunningly pieced unto the skin . Which , &c. A sword that has frighted our Laws out of door , A Back sword I wot , that must cut so no more , By the honou● of Monk now quitting that score , Which , &c. A Vote lately called the Judgement o' th' House , To be esteemed and reputed not worth a Louse , And the Grandee of Portsmouth made a fine chouse Which , &c. We have seen an Assessment , a thing for Taxes , Though the Common-wealth wane the private Waxes : Swords into Plowshares , and such Bills into Axes , Which , &c. Another new story of Qualification , That belong'd to no honest man of the Nation , Like the ill contrived Authors , quite out of Fashion . Which , &c. Original sin was damn'd by that Law , The Son of a Cavalier made a Jack-straw , To be chewed again by their ravenous Jaw , Which , &c. To fill up the House , and to shuffle the deal , New Writs issued out , for their new Common-weal , But it 's not worth asking who is 't payes the Seal , Which , &c. I wonder who payes the late Parliament Printers , That Place they may hold as many Summers as Winters , And wish their Presses were broken in splinters , Which , &c. A great many Traytors by them lately made , Makes Treason be thought a Common trade , Sir George Booth and Jack Lambert a while in the shade , Which , &c. We shall now sure give over that word sequester , Now the tail is cured of that rankling fester , The twentieth of April is much about Easter , Which , &c. How many thanks of the House ha' been idely spent Upon people that still have been Male-content , But they must fall from those dainties in this shriving Lent , Which , &c ▪ That honourable favour no more shall be given To the factious merit of a Party Hell-driven , For now our twenty years odds will be even , Which , &c. Then room for our Prisoners detain'd in the Tower , And away with the new Lieutenants power , Who 's minting the widdowed Good Old Causes Dower , Which , &c. Sir George Booth shall not think this a hit of sate , Nor Excuse his Keeper whose Warrant 's out 'f date , We shall see them all cry Peccavi too late , Which , &c. Eleven years Mischief , tumults and rage , Are the onely Memorials of this Common-wealths age , And all to be thankt by Hasl●rigg the sage , Which , &c. Let our Liberty-keepers be chang'd to Restorer , Let our Peace carry Truth and Duty before her , Hee 's a Fool and a Knave that else will adore , Which , &c. This Janus-like freedom , though it please not all , And aversly doth look on the Scepter and Ball , Will shut up his Temple at next Common-hall , Which , &c. Then let 's pray to Great Jove , that made Monk so kind To our desperate estate , to put him in mind , With the rest of our Worthies of the Great Thing behind , Which no body can deny .

The Cock-Crowing at the Approach of a Free-Parliament : Or , Good news in a Ballot , More sweet to your Pallat Than Fig , Raison , or stewed Prune is : A Countrey wit made it Who ne'r got the Trade yet ; And Mad Tom of Bedlam the Tune is . 1. MOre Wine Boy ; to be sober Is sottish in my Opinion , When so near we do see The day that will free Three Kingdoms and a Dominion . CHORUS . Then off with your Pots , English , Irish and Scots , And loyal Cambro-Britains , From Lobster-like jump And the Head-playing Rump You 'l soon have an Acquittance . 2. Though Monk's mind lyes not open To every mind that 's busie , A Free Parliament Is his intent , No Noll , nor Lambert is he . Cho. Then off with , &c. 3. A Parliament untainted , ( Away with secluded Members : New flame it might make , Again to untake , And stir up rebellious Embers . ) Cho. Then off with , &c. 4. A Parliament of Members That in Blood and Estate are no small Boyes● The devilish Rump-elves Are for none but themselves , Those will be ( like God ) for us all boyes . Cho. Then off with , &c. 5. Such a Parliament more happy Then Fishes will create you , Though no trade you do drive But to tipple and swive , You 'l be plump in flesh and estate too . Cho. Then off with , &c. 6. A Hound and a Hawk no longer Shall be tokens of disaffection , A Cock-fight shall cease To be breach of the Peace , And an Horse-race an Insurrection . Cho. Then off with , &c. 7. The Stages to their Freedom Shall be restored soon after , And Poets like Lictors Shall scourge our Afflictors , And make our old Suff'rings our Laughter , Cho Then off with , &c. 8. W — P — shall be the Master O' th' Revells ( for 's contrition , ) His Histrio-mastyx Was one of his rash tricks , E'r his early circumcision . Cho. Then off with , &c. 9. We 'l preach and pray 'thout canting , In a Language Heaven knows better ▪ Than ah Lord repeating , And Hum and Ha bleating With calves of the Lips in the Letter● Cho. Then off with , &c. 10. Wee 'l no more to enslave us Wear Chains , but to boast our Riches , We Lobsters will eat , And not be their meat , When the right Rump wear● the Breache● . Cho. Then off with , &c. 11. All Nations shall adore us , Stiff Don at our foot shall tumble , The Dutch-men shall fear us , And all to M●jn Here us ; And French cry votre tres-humble . Cho. Then off with , &c. 12. The Citizens shall flourish , Lord Maiors , when the office expires , Shall a Knight-hood obtein , If they 're not of the strain Of Excise , nor Church-land Buyers . Cho. Then off with , &c. 13. This London had effected E'r now , and honour had got so , But for Knaves Ireton And Titchburn were known , When the Drugster's Son was not so . Cho. Then off with , &c. 14. Each year shall bring a harvest To th' Plough-man , who was vext ill When but every fourth year By the Tax-Calendar It came like the Bissextile . Cho. Then off with , &c. 15. His Rent he shall pay duly , Nor to spend shall he want his groate'r ; His Landlord shall be Of his Beer to him free , And of 's flesh to his Wife and his Daughter . Cho. Then off with , &c. 16. But now my furious fancy A Project is concocting When God shall have sent A true Parliament , What a Rope shall we do with this mocking ? Cho. Then off with , &c. 17. Like Mare with dock to th' Manger , To shew it no cheat at all is It like one doth appear , But it is none , and where The head should have been , the tail is : Cho. Then off with , &c. 19. Or we 'l send for the Ghost of Lorrell , Who choakt so neatly the Peak-feast , And hee 'l Carbonado It with little a-doe , To make the Devil a Breakfast . Cho. Then off with , &c. 20. We read of a Rump in St. Austin , That ( before this of ours ) out-went all , Which sounds did let ●ly As articularly , As if it had a Lenthal Cho. Then off with , &c. 20. But nere poor Rump was firked Like this by wits , and no wits . Nor ever was game So fit as this same To enter and flesh young Poets . Cho. Then off with , &c. 21. More good things I could utter , But now I find by a token , That the play will begin , And good fortune come in E'r the Prologue be quite spoken . Cho. Then off with , &c. 22. Charls Wanes's 'ore the new Chimney , The Suns near our Horizon , The Fowles of the night Are taking their flight , Ere Cheshire prey they seize on . Cho. Then off with , &c. 23. Wee 'l drink and pray no longer For the King in mystical fashions : But with Trumpets sound His Health shall go round , And our Prayers be Proclamations . Cho. Then off with , &c. 24. Now Iockey , Teag , and Shenken , Shall boast no more of St. Andrew , St. Patrick , or St. Davie , But St George , who , to save 'ee , 'Gainst Dragon-Rump like a man drew . Chorus . Then off with your Pots , English Irish and Scots , And loyal Cambro-Britains , From Lobster-like jump , And the Headplaying Rump You 'l soon have an Acquittance .

Saint George and the Dragon . To the Tune of , Old Souldjour of the Queens , &c. NEws , News : — Here 's the Occurrences , and a new Mercurius : A Dialogue betwixt Haslerigg the bafled , and Arthur the furious : With Iretons readings upon Legitimate and Spurious , Proving that a Saint may be the Son of a Whore ; for the satisfaction of the curious . From a Rump insatiate as the Sea , Libera nos Domine . Here 's the true reason of the Cities infatuation : Ireton has made it drunk with the cup of abomination : That is , — the Cup of the Whore , after the Geneva interpretation : Which , with the Juyce of Tichburn's Grapes , must needs cause Intoxication . From a Rump , &c. Here 's the Whipper whipt — by a friend to George , that whipt Iack , that whipt the Breech , That whipt the Nation , as long as he could stand over it : — After which It was it self Re — jerk'd , by the sage Author of this Speech : Methinks a Rump should go as well with a Scotch spur , as with a Switch . From a Rump , &c. This Rump hath many a Rotten and unruly Member , Give the General the Oath , cryes one ; — ( but his Conscience being a little tender , ) I 'll Abjure you , with a Horse-pox , quoth George , — and make you remember The 'Leaventh of February , longer than the Fifth of November . From a Rump , &c. With that — Monk leaves ( in Rump assembled ) — the three Estates . But oh , — how the Citizens hugg'd him for breaking down their Gates , For tearing up their Postes and Chaines , and for clapping-up their Mates , ( When they saw , that he brought them Plasters for their broken Pates . ) From a Rump , &c. In truth , this ruflle put the Town in great disorder , Some Knaves ( in Office ) smil'd , — expecting 'T would go furder ; But at the last — my life on 't , George is no Rumper — said the Recorder : For there never was either Honest man , or M●nck of that Order . From a Rump , &c. And so it prov'd , for Gentlemen , sayes the General , I 'll make you amends ; Our Greeting was a little untoward , but we 'll part Friends , A little time shall shew you which way my Design tends , And that , besides the good of Church and State , I have no other ends . From a Rump , &c. His Excellence had no sooner pass'd this Declaration and Promise , But in steps Secretary Scot , — the Rumps man Thomas , With Luke , their lame Evangelist — ( the Devil keep 'um from us , ) To shew Monk what precious Members of Church and State the Bummha's . From a Rump , &c. And now comes the Supplication of the Members under the Rod , Nay , My Lord , ( cryes the Brewers Clerk ) good my Lord , — for the love of God , Consider yourself , us , — and this poor Nation , and that Tyrant abroad ; Don't leave us : — but George gave him a Shrugg , instead of a Nodd. From a Rump , &c. This mortal Silence was followed with a most hideous Noyse Of Free-Parliament Bells , and Rump-confounding Boyes : Crying , Gueld the Rogues , Singe their Tayles — when with a low Voyce ; Fire and Sword , by this Light , cryes Tom , let 's look to our Toyes . From a Rump , &c. Never were wretched Members in so sad a Plight : Some were Broyl'd , — some Toasted , others burnt out-right . Nay against Rumps so Pittylesse was their Rage and Spite , That not a Citizen would kiss his Wife that Night . From a Rump , &c. By this time , Death , and Hell appear'd in the ghastly Looks Of Scot , and Robinson ; ( those Legislative Rooks ) And it must needs put the Rump most damnably off the Hooks , To see , that when God has sent Meat , the Devil should send Cooks . From a Rump , &c. But Providence , their old Friend , brought these Saints off , at Last , And through the Pikes and the Flames , un-dismembred they past , Although ( God wot ) with many struglings , and much Hast . ( For — Members , — or no Members was but a measuring Cast ) From a Rump , &c. Being come to Whitehall ; — there 's the dismal mone : Let Monk be Damn'd , cryes Arthur , in a terrible tone : That Traytor : — and those Cukoldly Rogues that set him on . ( But , tho' the Knight Spits blood , 't is observ'd that he Draws none . From a Rump , &c. The Plague Bawle you , cryes Harry Martyn , you have brought us to this Condition , You must be canting , and be Pox'd , — with your Bare-bones Petition , And take in that Bull-headed , splay-footed Member of Circumcision , That Bacon-fac'd Jew , Corbet : that Son of Perdition . From a Rump , &c. Then in steps Driv'ling Mounson , to take up the Squabble : That Lord ; which first taught the use of the Woodden Dagger , and Laddle , He , — that out-does Jack Pudding , at a Custard , or a Caudle . And were the Best Fool in Europe , but that he wants a Bauble . From a Rump , &c. More was said , to little Purpose ; the next News , is a Declaration From the Rump ; for a Free-State , according to the Covenant of the Nation , And a Free-Parliament , under Oath , and Qualification , Where none shall be Elect , but Members of Reprobation . From a Rump , &c. Here 's the Tail Firk'd ; a Piece acted lately with great applause , With a Plea for the Prerogative Breech , and the Good Old Cause : Proving , that Rumps , and Members are antienter than Laws : And that a Bumme Divided , is never the worse for the Flawes . From a Rump , &c. But all things have their Period , and Fate , An Act of Parliament dissolves a Rump of State : Members grow weak ; and Tayles themselves runs out of Date : And yet thou shalt not Dye ; ( Dear Breech ) thy Fame I 'll celebrate . From a Rump , &c. Here lies a Pack of Cheats , that did their Souls , and Country Sell. For Dirt : The Devil was their good Lord ; him they serv'd well ; By his Advice , they Stood , and Acted ; and by his President they fell , ( Like Lucifer ) making but one step betwixt Heaven , and Hell . From a Rump insatiate as the Sea , Libera nos Domine .

A Free-Parliament Letany . To the Tune of , An old Souldier of the Queens . 1. MOre Ballads ; — here 's a spick — and — span new Supplication ; By Order of a Committee for the Reformation , To be read in all Churches and Chappels of this Nation , Upon pain of Slavery , and Sequestration . From Fools and Knaves , in our Parliament-free Libera nos Domine . 2. From those that ha' more Religion , and lesse Conscience than their Fellows ; From a Representative , that 's fearfull , and jealous ; From a starting Jadish People , that is troubled with the yellows , And a Priest that blows the Cole — ( a Turd in the Bellows . ) From Fools and Knaves , &c. 3. From Shepheards , that leade their Flocks into the Briers ; And then , Fleece 'um . — F●om Vow-breakers , and King-tryers : Of Church and Crown-lands from both Sellers and Buyers : From the Children of him , that 's the Father of Lyers . From Fools and Knaves , &c. 4. From the Doctrine and Discipline of * * Sedgewick now , and anon ; Preserve us , and our wives : from ‖ ‖ Iohn a Nokes . John T & Saint † † Iohn a Styles . John Like Master , like Man , every way but one : The Master has a large Conscience and the Man has none . From Fools and Knaves , &c. 5. From Major Generals , — Army — Officers ; and that Phanatique Crew : From the Parboyl'd Pimp Scot ; and from Good-face the Jew : From old Mildmay , that in Cheapside mistook his * * Repulsed by a Citizens wife . Que●e , And from him that wont Pledge — give the Devil his due . From Fools and Knaves , &c. 6. From long-winded Speeches , and not a wise word , From a Gospel-Ministry setled by th' Sword , From the Act of a Rump , that stinks when 't is stir'd ; From a Knight of the Post , and a Cobling Lord , From Fools and Knaves , &c. 7 ▪ From all the Rich People that ha' made us Poor ; From a Speaker that creeps to the House by a Back-dore : From that Badger Robinson , ( that limps , and bites sore : ) And that dog in a doublet Arthur , — that will do so no more From Fools and Knaves , &c. 8. From a certain Sly Knave with a Beastly name : From a Parl'ment that 's wilde , and a People that 's tame . From Skippon , Titchbourne , Ireton , — and another of the Same ; From a Dunghill Cock , and a Hen of the Game . From Fools and Knaves , &c. 9. From all those that sate in the High Court of Justice ; From Usurpers , that stile themselves the Peoples Trustees ; From an old Rump , in which neither Profit nor Gust is ; And from the recov'ry of that which now in the Dust is . From Fools and Knaves , &c. 10. From a back-sliding Saint , that pretends t' Acquiesce ; From crossing of Proverbs ( let 'um Hang that confess ) From a Sniveli●g Cause in a Pontifical dress : And two ‖ ‖ Jacks both . Lawyer 's , with the Devil , And his Damm in a mess . From Fools and Knaves , &c. 11. From those that trouble the Waters to mend the Fishing ; And fight the Lord's Battels , under the Devill 's Commission : Such as eat up the Nation , while the Government 's a Dishing , And from a People when it should be Doing stands Wishing . From Fools and Knaves , &c. 12. From an everlasting Mock-Parliament ; — and from none ; From Straffords Old friends , — Harry , Jack and John . From the Sollicitor's Wolfe Law , deliver our King's Sonne : And from the Resurrection of the Rump that is dead and gone . From Fools and Knaves , &c. 13. From Foreigne Invasion and Commotions at Home , From our present Distraction , and from worse to come : From the same hand again , Smectymnuus or the Bumme : And from taking Geneva in our way to Rome . From Fools and Knaves , &c. 14. From a Hundred thousand pound Tax , to maintain Knaves and Whores : ( But it is well given to These , that turn'd Those out of Dores ) From undoing our Selves , in plastring old Sores : He that set them a work , let him pay their Scores . From Fools and Knaves , &c. 15. From Saints , and Tender-Consciences in ●uff ; From Mounson in a Fome ; and Haslerig in a Huff ; From both Men and Women that think they never have Enough . And from a Fools Head that looks through a Chain and a Ruff. From Fools and Knaves , &c. 16. From those that would divide the Gen'ral and the Citty ; From Harry Martins Whore , that was neither Sound nor Pretty ; From a Faction , that ha's neither Brain nor Pitty ; From the Mercy of a Phanatique Committee ▪ From Fools and Knaves , &c. 17. Preserve us good Heaven from intrusting those , That ha' Much to Get , and Little to Loose ; That Murther'd the Father , and the Son would Depose . ( Sure they cann't be Our Friends , that are their Countrey 's Foes , ) From Fools and Knaves , &c. 18. From Bradshaw●'s Presumption , and from Hoyle's Despairs ; From rotten Members ; blinde Guides ; Preaching Aldermen ; and false May'rs ; From Long Knives , Long Eares , Long Parliaments , and Long Pray'rs , In mercy to this Nation , — Deliver us and our Heirs . From Fools and Knaves , &c. Libera nos Domine .

A Dialogue betwixt TOM and DICK : the former a Country-man , the other a Citizen● Presented to his Excellency and the Council of State , at Drapers-Hall in London , March 28. 1660. To the Tune of I 'le never love thee more . Tom. NOw would I give my life to see This wondrous Man of might . Dick. Dost see that Jolly Lad ? That 's he ; I 'le warrant him hee 's Right . There 's a true Trojan in his face : Observe him o're and o're . Dick. Come Tom ; If ever George be base , Chorus Ne'r trust good-fellow more . Hee 's none of that Phantastique Brood , That Murther while they Pray ; That Trusse and Cheat us for our Good ; ( All in a Godly way , ) He drinks no Blood , and They no Sack Into their Guts will poure . But if George does not do the Knack , Cho. Ne'r trust good-fellow more . His quiet Conscience needs no Guard ; Hee 's Brave , but full of Pitty . Tom. Yet by your leave he knock'd so hard , H 'ad like t' awak'd the City . Dick Fool , 'T was the Rump that let a Fart , The Chaines and Gates it tore , But if George bears not a true heart , Cho. Ne'r trust good-fellow more . Tom. Your City blades are cunning Rooks ; How rarely you collog●e him ? But when your Gates flew off the Hooks , You did as much be-rogue him . Dick. Pug'h — 'T was the Rump did only feel The blows the City bore . But if George ben't as true as Steel , Cho. Ne'r trust good-fellow more . Tom. Come , by this Hand , wee 'l crack a quart , Thou 'lt pledge his health , I trow . Tom. Tope boy , Dick — A lusty dish my heart , Away w'ot ; Tom — Let it go . Drench me you slave in a full Bowl , I 'll take 't and 't were a score . Dick. Nay , if George be'nt a hearty soul , Cho. Ne'r trust Good-fellow more . Tom. But hark you , Sirrah , we 're too loud , Hee 'l Hang us by and by . Me'thinks ; he should be vengeance Proud ? Dick.

No more than Theee or I.

Tom. Why then I 'le give him the best Blade That e're the Bilbo wore . Dick. If George prove not a Bonny Lad , Cho. Ne're trust Good-fellow more . Tom. 'T was well he came , we 'd mawl'd the Tail . — We 've all thrown up our Farms , And from the Musket to the Flayl , Put all our Men in Arms. The Girles had ta'ne the Members down , Ne're saw such things before . Dick. If George speak not the Town our own , Cho. Ne're trust Good-fellow more . Dick.

But prethee , are the Folk so mad ?

Tom. So mad say'st ? — They 're undone , There 's not a Penny to be had , And ev'ry Mothers Son M●st fight , if he intend to eat , Grow Valiant now he is Poor . Dick. Come — yet if Geore don't do the feat , Cho. Ne're trust Good-fellow more . Tom. Why Richard , 't is a Devilish thing , We 're not left worth a Groat . My Doll has sold her Wedding-ring , And Sue has pawn'd her Coat . The Sniv'ling Rogues abus'd our Squire , And called our Mistriss Whore . Dick. Yet — if George don 't what we require , Ne're trust Good-fellow more . Tom. By this good day ; I did but Speak , They took my Py-ball'd Mare ; And put the Carri'on Wench to th' squeak : ( Things go against the Hair . ) Our Prick-ear'd Cor'nel looks as bigg Still , as he did before . Dick. And yet if George don't hum his Gigg , Ch. Ne're trust Good-fellow more . 'Faith , Tom our Case is much at one ; We 're broke for want of Trade ; Our City 's baffled and undone , Betwixt the Rump and Blade . We 've emptied both our Veins & Baggs Upon a F●ctious Score . If George compassion not our Raggs Cho. Ne're trust Good-fellow more . Tom. But what dost thou think should be the Cause Whence all these Mischiefs spring ? Dick Our damned breach of Oaths and Laws ; Our Murther of the King . We have been Slaves since Charls his reign ▪ We liv'd like Lords before . If George don't set all right again , Cho. Ne're trust Good-fellow more . Tom. Our Vicar — ( And hee 's one that knows ) Told me once , — I know what ▪ — ( And yet the Thief is woundy Close ) Dick. 'T is all the better ; — That H 'as too much Honesty and Wit , To let his Tongue run o're ; If this prove not a luchy hit , Chorus . Ne're trust Good-fellow more . Shall 's ask him , what he means to do ? Tom. — ' Good faith , with all my heart ; Thou mak'st the better Leg o' th' Two : Take Thou the Better part : I l'e follow , if thou l't lead the Van. Dick. Content ; — I 'le march before . If George prove not a gallant man , Chor. Ne're trust Good-fellow more . My Lord ; — in Vs the Nation craves But what you 're bound to do . Tom. — We have liv'd Drudges : Ric. — And we : Both. We would not dye so too . Restore us but our Laws agen ; Chorus Th' unborn shall thee adore ; If George denies us his Amen , Ne're trust Good-fellow more .

A Psalm of Mercy . Usula , ( who cry's Ends of Gold and Silver ) reads , and all the Sisters sing . To the Tune of , Now thanks to the Powers below ▪ Sing it in the Nose . WHat a Reprobate crew is here , Who will not have Jesus Reign ? But send all our Saints To Bonds and Restraint , And kill 'um again and again ? Let 's rise in a holy fear , And fight for our heavenly King ▪ We will ha' no power But Vane in the Tower To rule us in any thing ! Come Sister , and sing An Hymne to our King , Who sitteth on high Degree ; The Men at Whitehall , And the wicked shall fall , And hey , then up go We. A Match , quoth my sister Joyce ; Contented , quoth Rachel too ; Quoth Abigaile , yea , and Faith , verily , And Charity , let 't be so . Our Monarchy is the Fift , Shall last for a thousand years ; O' th' wicked on earth There shall be a dearth , When Jesus himself appears ! And we are the Babes of Grace , The fruits of an holy Seed ; For old Father Cann ( That Reverend man ) Begat us in Word and Deed. The earth is our own , For Title there 's none , But in the right Heirs of Sion ; Then let us be free , For verily we No King ha' but Judah's Lion . 'T is verity , quoth old Joane , And Sooth , quoth my sister Prue , 'T is manifest truth , quoth mortified Ruth , And the Gospel is so , say's Su. The Bishops and Bells shall down , For we have an holy Call ; The Saints are beyond All Order and Bond Of duty to Priests of Baal . Their Pipes and Organs too , Their Superstitious Shirt , Their Canons and Bulls , ( To cozen poor Gulls , ) Wee 'le trample 'um in the Dirt. No Ordinance shall Command us all , For we are above their thrall . We care not a Straw For Reason or Law ; For Conscience is all in all . Ay marry , quoth Agatha , And Temperance , eke also , Quoth Hanna , it 's just , and Mary it must And shall be , quoth Grace , I trow . The Steeple-house Lands are ours , Kings , Queens , Delinquents too , And James's and all The Court at White-hall , And Somerset-house also . For The'balds it is our right , And Marrow-bone-Park to boot , And Eltham's our own . At Endfield there 's none , But our selves that shall grub a root . And Greenwich shall be For Tenements , free For Saint to possess Pell-mell . And where all the Sport Is at Hampton Court , Shall be for our selves to dwell . 'T is blessed , quoth Bathsheba , And Clemence , w' ar' all agreed ; 'T is right , quoth Gartrude , and fit say's sweet Jude . And Th●m●sine yea indeed . For Husbands we shall have have none , But Brothers in purity ; We will not be Wives And tye up our Lives To Villanous slavery ; But couple in love and fear ; When mov'd by the spirit to 't ; For there is no sin To let a Saint in , When he has the grace to do 't . And thus are we taught , No folly is wrought , When Brothers will execise ▪ Both Kiffin and Hills ( No Printer of Bills ) Have prov'd it in ample wise . 'T is true , quoth Elizabeth , And 't is very good , quoth Pris , And Aquila too will have it be so , And so will my Sister Si● . What though the King Proclaim 's Our Meetings no more shall be ; In private we may Hold forth the right way , And be , as we should be , free , Our Husbands wee 'l make believe , We go but to take the aire , Or visit a Nurse , And lighten their Purse With a little dissembling Prayer . Or if they be crosse , ( Let um stand to the losse ) We 'l tempt our Apprentices , ( By writing a Dash , To cozen the Cash , ) And make 'um meer Novices . Oh very well said , quoth Con , And so will I do , say's Franck. And Mercy cry's I , and Mat , really , And I 'm o' that mind , quoth Thank . Wee 'l cut off the wicked Rout , And bath us all in their Blouds ; Their Houses and Land Wee 'l have at Command . And common upon their Good●s No mortal King nor Priest , No Lord , nor Duke wee 'l have , Wee 'l grind 'um to Grist , And live as we lift , And we will do wonders brave ; Come Dor●as and Cloe , With Lois and Zoe , Young Letice and Beterice and Jane , Phill , Dorothy , Mawd , Come troup it abroad , For now is our time to reign . Sa , sa , quoth my sister Bab , And Kill 'um , quoth Margery ; Spare none , cry's old Tib , nor quarter say's Sib. And hey ! for our Monarchy . Let 's all take the Sacrament , That we to each other be true , And kill without pity In Country and City , The wicked ungodly Crew . We 'l favour no Sex , nor Age , No Quality , nor Degree ; But all shall to Pot , Both English and Scot , That hinder our Liberty . The Maior of the Town , ( That terrible Brown , ) And Cox and the Captains all , Wee 'l torture and slay In a merciless way , And mince 'um , like herbs , as small . Ay , that is the way , quoth Emm , Quoth Phoebe , we conquer shall ; Say's Lucy , 't is well ; quoth Jylian and Nell , 'T will make us amend for all .

A Loyal Wish . What Faith , Hope , and Charity , Fanaticks in Truth profess , By Germanie's Woe , And our Rebels ‖ ‖ or , Sisters , Vtrum , horum , harum . here too , Well may we do more than guess Th' ar' just like Gadarens Swine , Which the Devils did drive and bewitch ! An Herd , set on evil , Will run to the Devil , And 's Dam , when their * * Brains Tails do itch : The let 'um run on ! Say's Ned , Tom , and Iohn : Ay! let 'um be hang'd , quoth Mun ! Th' ar' mine quoth old Nick , And take 'um sayes Dick , And well come ! quoth worshipfull D● . And God bless King Charles , quoth George , And save him , say's Simon and Sill , I , I , quoth old Cole , and each loyal Soul ▪ And Amen , and Amen , cry's Will .

The Honest Mens Resolution . But what , shall we doe with our Wives , That fi●k up and down the Town ? And one is for Bowles , And t'other for Knowles , But all against Cox and Brown ? They cheat us all with their looks , And snivell and snot by roate ! And nothing but sqeak , For Venner and Feake , And for a Lac'd Morning-Coat , For such a Bell-dam , Sayes Sylas and Sam , Let 's have an Italian Lock ! No , no! It 's far better , Quoth Robin and Peter , To take 'um all down i th' Dock ! But that will not do , sayes Nump , Then nothing , sayes Roger and Raph ! Let 's lay 'um , sayes Nat , and splay 'um , sayes Wat , And then we shall make 'um safe . But , Faith , y' are all out o th' way ! The Sisters have such a Trick ! No Instrument will Seclude 'um from ill , But still against P—'s , they 'l kick . What shall we do then ? quoth Hall , Let 's cope up their Lecherie ! Sayes Rowland we may , Be Masters , that way . But will not last long , quoth * * Theophilus . The. What shall we do then , Quoth Cutbert and Ben. Let 's do 'um like men , quoth Dan , Let 's fill up their Chincks , Sayes Mystical Sphynx . Quoth Taffie , then I 'm your man ! And I am as cut , quoth Cad , And She●kin , Me ●at-a-whe . Ap Howel , It 's true , and Morgan & Hug● Y Cambrie , Dieu , Dal●h-a-whe .

FINIS .