the Straw-hat to the Beaver From the Land-lord to the Dray-man Whether the Clergy or the Layman Hath lâ—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 Tragedieâ— 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
'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 fuâ—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 iâ— 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 liâ—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
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 Tâ—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 siâ—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
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 â—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 Prayseâ— 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 acâ—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
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 Countieâ— 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 Rocâ—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 Poâ—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 ' Tiz 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 Jeaâ— Not personate King Pym with his State-flear Aspiring Cataline shall be forgot Bloody Seâ—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 Noâ— yet the Grave advice of learned Pym Make a Malignant and then Plunder him All these and such like actions as may maâ— 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 theâ— 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
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 Î 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 â—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
Archery excell Like honest grave Children of Adam Bell And Climme o th' Clough now each of you will be More than a furious Wiâ—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 Wivâ—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 â—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 Peevâ—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
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 Lislâ— 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
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 opâ— and a free â—luce â—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 daâ—e their worth from Persons Time and Place And sundry such from whose Neglâ—cts appear Acts as Sinnes there which are Try'd Virtues here For instance then oâ—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 leâ—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 Tâ—ades treasure Jewells in their Head So doth this Libels womb Girt and contain What though it compasse Round it cannâ—t stain Lines of so cleare yet â—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 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
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. â—affy was once a Cottamighty of Wales Put her Cosin O. P. was a â—reater Was come in her Country Catsâ—pluttery nailes Was take her welch hook and was peat her Was eat up her Sheeâ—e Her Tuck and her Geese Her Pick her Capon was ty for 't Ap Richard ap Owen ap Morgon ap Sâ—efâ—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 â—nglish steal our hâ—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 Kâ—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 â—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 Mâ—sers take courses to hep up their treasure Whose lust has no limits whose mind has no measurâ— 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 â—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
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 here 's 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 Brewâ—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
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 Kingâ— Jury By thy damned soul Go fetch them Nol Quoth â—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 Iâ—le make her a Lady of Honour Qâ—oth Pluto let her in And open the door For this old Whore Shall wait upon my Queen News nâ—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 Coâ—neâ—â—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
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 â—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
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'â— 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 Ferretâ— 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
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 â—teed And vow'd he would bleed 'Fore Lambert should be checkt Duckenfiâ—ld Steel was nere so true With a Hey down c. And as wise as ever was Toby Lay in the Puâ—lew The Cock-pit Avâ—nue To hinder the Speakers Go-by A man of Stomack
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. â—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 Qâ—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 wâ—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
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 Sniveliâ—g Cause in a Pontifical dress And two 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 â—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 Bradshawâ—'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 Citizenâ— 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 collogâ—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 Mâ—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 Fâ—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
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. 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