A riddle of state, or, The Parliament triumphant to the tune of The pink petticoat lac'd round. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A57262 of text R182719 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing R1438A). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 4 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 A57262 Wing R1438A ESTC R182719 09397059 ocm 09397059 42956 2264213825

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 Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. A57262) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 42956) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 1314:15) A riddle of state, or, The Parliament triumphant to the tune of The pink petticoat lac'd round. 1 broadside [s.n.], London : 1689. Reproduction of original in the Harvard University Library. eng Political ballads and songs -- Great Britain. Songs, English. eebo A riddle of state; or, The Parliament triumphant. To the tune of, The pink petticoat lac'd round. [no entry] 1689 1 490 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2008-10 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-12 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2009-02 Sampled and proofread 2009-02 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
A Riddle of STATE ; OR , THE Parliament Triumphant . To the Tune of , The Pink Petticoat lac'd Round . O Brave Parliament ! That Antidotes our Fate ; And cures all our Maladies , In Church , as well as State : The Terrour of the Catholicks , The Overthrow of Rome ; The Guardian of Protestants , And all Christendom . In came Bob-tail , The Boast of the Town ; And she was clad with Midnight , And mask'd with the Moon . She looked like a Mair-Maid , And squinted with her Eye : But would not pass a Complement , Nor tell the Reason why . Then came Charity , ( A sober lovely Lass ) And Pleaded much for Conscience , That She might have a Pass . But up ' rose Discord , And gave her the lye ; Pray , Madam , come another time , But now stand by . Then came Jealousie , ( The Mother of Mischief ) And , impudently , termed State-Policy a Thief . " She gave a Beggar Sixpence , " And yet on Tryal found , " That She had pick'd his Pockets " Of full Five Pound . Then came N. — , Patch'd with her Crimes ; And She had on a Petticoat , Was turn'd ten times . Her Limbs were made of Laziness ; Her Pockets full of Gold. She picked up the Parliament , For all the Whore was old . Then came Presbytery , Whom every one did Mock ; For she had pinn'd unto her britch The Whore of Babel's Smock . The Parliament did pity her , Because they saw her Poor ; But up ' rose Bob-tail , And kick'd her to the Door . Next came Popery , Her Face painted fair ; But when she turn'd about her Tail , They saw her Buttocks bare : Her Smock was of Comspiracy , She wore a Scarlet Gown ; But , e're she ty'd her Top-knot , They whipt her out of Town . Then came Cynosure , And humbly did pray , To dissipate her Darkness By one Bright Ray : But Aries the Club-man Ecclipsed the Sun : And Phoebus could not shine , for The Devil upon Dun. Then came Gemini , And fell upon their Knees ; And humbly accosted The Noble King of Bees : But , with a starn look , He thus did reply , " We can not take Wings , 'Till the Parliament fly . O Happy is that Subject , That eats his Honey-comb ; Ne'r troubl'd with the Publick , But lives in Peace at home : He 's happy that can rule himself , A Monarch in his Mind . Contentment is a Treasure , which High Spirits seldom find .

LONDON , Printed in the Year MDCLXXXIX .