An excellent new ballad, of the plotting head To the tune of, How unhappy is Phillis in love. Or, Let Oliver now be forgot, &c. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A84276 of text R228937 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing E3805). 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 A84276 Wing E3805 ESTC R228937 99899682 99899682 133871 2240858589

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A84276) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 133871) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 2429:4) An excellent new ballad, of the plotting head To the tune of, How unhappy is Phillis in love. Or, Let Oliver now be forgot, &c. 1 sheet ([1] p.) Printed for R. Moor (blacked out), in the year, [London] : 1681. Verse - "You presbyters now relent,". A Tory attack on Anthony Ashley Cooper, Earl of Shaftesbury. Place of publication from Wing. Reproduction of original in the Bodleian Library. eng Shaftesbury, Anthony Ashley Cooper, -- Earl of, 1621-1683 -- Controversial literature -- Early works to 1800. Popish Plot, 1678 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. Political satire, English -- Early works to 1800. Broadsides -- England eebo An excellent new ballad, of the plotting head. To the tune of, How unhappy is Phillis in love. Or, Let Oliver now be forgot, &c. [no entry] 1681 1 562 1 0 0 0 0 0 17.79 C The rate of 17.79 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 2007-09 Assigned for keying and markup 2007-11 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2007-12 Sampled and proofread 2007-12 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
An Excellent New BALLAD , Of the PLOTTING HEAD . To the Tune of , How Vnhappy is Phillis in Love . Or , Let Oliver now be forgot , &c. YOu Presbyters now Relent , For your Plotting is all in vain , Since College does now Repent , And hourly does complain ; That all your contrivance is nothing , And M — yet prove a Slowthing : Ah little Pate ! Politick Pate ! Thy Policy now is grown quite out of Date . Now all the Caball Men of Fortune , With Toney , the Head of the Crew Who the People did often Importune , To Swear things that never were true : Oh! this is the Fox of the Nation , Who made your Sedition a Fashion , Ah little Pate ! Ill was thy Fate ! For to bring thy self to this wretched Estate . And now where 's thy Policy Toney , The Nation so much did Admire , Ha'st lost both thy Wit , and thy Money Since Friends with thy Fortune Expire ; Had not Harris spoke truth at 's last Hour , Thou ne're hadst been sent to the Tower , Ah little Pate ! What is thy Fate ! Wilt thou have thy Head fixed fast on a Gate . Poor Stafford indeed you out-witted , And thought to have done all the rest , But now your Quaint Policy 's fitted And you left to make up the jeast ; Except you Invoke your Friend Tory , To turn , and to Swear a New Story : Ah little Pate ! What is thy Fate ! Alas must thy Head now be fix't on a Gate ? The Zealots that live in the City , Are griev'd , for to see your strang Fate ; Though yet they your Fortune may pitty , They 'l finde out your Treasons too late : For the Devil you faithfully served , Has left you , to what you deserved Ah little Pate ! Damn'd little Pate ! To cause this destraction and Curse in the State . Like Lucifer swel'd with Ambition , And tost from a Heavenly Seat ; So you from a wretched Condition , Was by your King's Favour , made Great But like the worst of all Creatures , Whose Treacherie's seen in his Features ; For you little Pate , To bring in a State , Would venture your Head being fix't on a Gate . You thought that when Hide was Transplanted , That you should have grown in his place , But his Off-spring , who never were Daunted Your Actions did hourly Trace ; For you ( Janus like ) have two Faces , And fit your self for all Places ; Ah little Pate ! Politick Pate ! Which for Treason at last , will be fix't on a Gate . Confess all thy Traterous Actions , Consider the Blood hath been Shed ; Lay open thy yet hidden Factions , Of which thou art surely the Head ; Pull out thy Tap of Sedition , Gain Mercy by true Contrition . Ah little Pate ! Politick Pate ! Or else may thy Head be fast fix't on a Gate .

Printed for R. 〈◊〉 in the Year . 1681.