Note in Sorrow for our King Whom to the worth no Poet can bemoan Though all the Seas were turn'd to Helicon But there 's no need our Sorrow to Infuse Or strain Elogiums from a Mournful Muse In 〈◊〉 Hearts the cause of our sad Grief 〈◊〉 â—loods of Tears though in the end Relief Great Charles is Dead who was Great Britains King 〈◊〉 â—n Exploits who Trophies great did bring 〈…〉 and â—lenty to His own three Realms â—â—rough storms of State which he did turn to Calms Our by-past Prophesies did point Him forth Preceding Kings were Shadows of His worth Then cast up Virtues to one total sum Perfections Product will be found in Him We will Engrave His Name in Marble Pure With Diamond of the Black Rock to endure Till after Ages that our Children may Pay Tears for Tribute to His Sacred Clay Could men in Arms our Sorrows stroak assail Or floods of Tears with Cruel Death prevail We'd Muster all our Forces then with speed And Weeping Eyes should overflow the Tweed But sure the King of Kings hath giv'n the stroak And Mortals cannot Destiny revoke We 'll kiss the Rod though we the smart regrate Submitting though unto our rigid Fate Yet we 'll breath doleful Sighs to His sad Herse That 's dipt in Tears and Elegiack Verse T'immortalize Great Charles His Royal Name And be Memento's on the Wings of Fame Then rest dear Saint though dead yet still alive Though laid in dust Times Age thou shalt survive Thour' t mounted high above the Worlds renown With Kings and Priests to wear a Cross-less-Crown And though our Grief cannot our loss prevent Let this sad Verse but give our Passion vent EPITAPH HEre lyes Grave Majestick Dust Which when alive was Good and Just Great Charles the second Britain's King Whose valour makes us Weep and Sing His Crown environ'd was with Thorn Which makes His Subjects double Mourn By Land and Sea he did our Work The Fear and Terrour of the Turk He Peace to Europe did restore When other Kings had given it o'r Defender of the Faith that 's true Vntil he had the World adieu Let Princes Eternize His Name And make his worth their Diadem Now since the Sighs that did Eclipse our Skie By His Successors Light begins to flye O're Tears we 'll Triumph since our sore doth bring The surest Salve which is a Lawful King We 'll pâ—â— Allegiance due on Charles his score To JAMES the VII and many Millions more P. K. An Elegy on the Deplorable and never enough to be Lamented Death of the Illustrious and Serene CHARLES the Second KING of Great-Britain France and Ireland c. Who departed this Life February the 6th 1685. HAng all the Streets with Sable Sad and call The Royal Palace Black and not White-Hall Weep Sacred Beads of Loyal Tears and true Of Orient Pearl but Occidental Hew Since Britains Phoebus hath forsook the Stage Before he reach'd the Tropick of his Age. The interval betwixt our Setting Sun And Rising Soveraign ' ere his Light begun Was short yet till our Sorrow soung Relief We were near delug'd in the Seas of Grief Yet tho' our Soveraign doth our Mourning ' swage And gives our joy of Grief the Weather-gage We 'll make no Bonesires for it were in vain Our flowing Eyes would Weep them out again All Israel when good Hezekiah dy'd To his last Bâ—â—ath true â—â—oyal Honour pay'd Where 's then the Boldest Critick â—n deny 〈…〉 CHARLES his worth a Dâ—leful ELâ—GY 〈◊〉 Worth to Times last â—riod shall Endure In 〈◊〉 of Envy oâ— the Grave Secure And Children yet 〈◊〉 with Tears shall pay A 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 use â—o his sacred Clay He from His Child-hood was of great Renown He bore his Cross before he wore his Crown Brancht in the stock of Trouble 't is well known His Fruit was Ripe the Blossom yet unblown Great Britains Bane and Blush Eclips'd his Skie E'r England knew his Soveraignty But as his Sun ascended the Noon-day Aâ— Clouds like Vapours vanish'd quite away 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 â—right Calms of Peace did still remain â—â—â—ough the whole Circle of his Halcyon Reign Then Rest dear Saint tho' now Intomb'd in Dust Unâ—il the Resurrection of the Just And let our Mourners mitigate their Grief Because our Sorrow doth admit Relief The Vail of Death no Christian needs dismay The King of Kings Himself did guide the Way And since our Sore a Salve along doth bring God save Great JAMES our Second Soveraign King Let his Dâ—minions preface Black and White Since Rising Phoebus dissipates our Night Let Loyal Subjects all both cry and Sing Like Birdâ— Reviv d in the returning Spring Let Court and City raise their joyful Voice And Loyal Sighs still Eccho back Rejoyce Till Plotters all Conspiracies lay by And Treason turn to purest Loyalty Hence thâ—n projecting Traytors stand aloof His Loyal Throne is sure and Treason-Proof Lest sit on Edâ—e by old Seditious Smâ—â— Your Treasâ—ns Trapturn round upon your Neck His Presence may no 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Resort Nor base 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 his Court But Reign in Peace whil'st we have in our Eye CHARLES still live in JAMES'S Royalty But since he 's Dead and gone let this sad Verse Tho' undeserving yet attend his Herse EPITAPH HEre lyes Great Charles the Just the Good As ever came of Royal Bloâ—d To Troubles Born he Early knew What Kings as Men are subject to His Morning Glâ—ries were â—'recast And by some Fatal Star Opprest But as his Sun ascended Noon The cruel Comet did fall Down In Peace he Liv'd in Peace he Dy'd The Kingdom and the Churches Guiâ—e The Guardian of the swelling Main The Terrour of the DUTCH and DANE At his Command all war did Cease And Europe Owes to him her Peace Diseases at his Power did Crouch And own the Virtue of his Touch. Let KINGS and PRINCES in him Glory And make his Reign their Directâ—ry To His Sacred Majesty King JAMES II. ALL Hail Great Prince whom â—â—'â—y Miracle Preserv'd for Vniversal Ruâ—â— When Time Your Wondrous Story shall unsold Your Gloriâ—us Deeds in Arms when â—â—â— but Young Your strange â—scapes and Dangerâ— shall be told Your Battles Fâ—â—ghâ— Your Guildâ—◠〈◊〉 is â—â—â— When yet the Elder Generals not in Fame Your Perils dar'st noâ— share Alone the raging Torrent You wou'd stem And bear before You the fierce Tide of War How Spain Records Your Glorious Name And how when Danger call'd for Britains good You paid the lavish Ransom of Your Blood When the Ingrates shall Blushing read How far great Souls the Vulgar can exceed In Patience Suffering and Humility Your Condescention and Your Banishment Then let the Obstinate convinc'd agree You only were preserv'd and fit for Sacred Government Come listen all whom needless fears possess And hear how Heav'n confirms Your Happiness Behold the Sacred Promis'd Prince Whom wond'rous Prophets Ages since Told When the Mystick figures of the Year To such a Number should Amount As sill this Lucky Years Account O're England
King and Council quite asunder And will redress the Griefs you labour under If once I can but to the Throne attain I 'le grant New Charters and the Old maintain At which the Rout with hollows fill'd the Skies And cry'd We 'll venture all for Liberties VVhen suddenly the Rout did disappear And all the Coast was in an instant clear Then I began to think which was the worse Fanatick Blessing or a Popish Curse I put them in two Scales to try their weight And found the Ballance equi-ponderate But holding them a while I quickly found As this was hoisted up that kiss'd the ground Then suddenly I found the meaning out This ruins quickly but that round about Then to my mind my thoughts began to sing Go haste and what thou 'st heard inform the King I durst not go but presently I wrote And seal'd it up and sent the King this Note To the KING DRead Sir if you will Rule this Land in peace Expel your Foes and Friends will soon increase Your Ruine does Sir too too plain appear Rome leads the Van Geneva brings the Rear If you 'l be safe you must expel them both The Roman Gnat and the Dissenting Moth And vigorously let them understand You are their King and will like King command And if you e're expect to gain your Ends As well as open Foes take heed of Friends I mean a flatt'ring Friend whose only shew Makes him a Friend but really is not so Learn by your Father not to trust to those That in the end will prove confiding Foes Consider on 't you 're in a woful straight Think but on Forty one and Forty eight I only speak this for a Precedent For Heav'n I hope will all such things prevent You 're now the Darling of all Loyal hearts And may be still if you will take their parts But if you bear with Faction or with Rome And do delay to give them both their doom All Loyal men must suffer by those two And be in spight of â—ate undone with You. You must be sure to ruine both or none If one remain you 're sure to be undone For if you ruine Rome on equal scores To shut the Window but leave ope the Doors Vnless you ruine the Fanaticks too For know one Nation can't hold Them and You. Those men I fear against your Life combine That strive to cross you in your good design And those men sure would yield to put you down That tell the People You are not their own Pardon me Sir if I your quiet break For Poets dare at all Adventures speak The Deliquium or the Grievance of the Nation discovered in a Dream FRom evenings Coffee lac'd with long Argument Of the Kings Power and Rights of Parliament And hot brain'd Company who make it their Vocation Waving their own to mind th' Affairs o' th' Nation Whose noddles for these many months have been Hatchers of Grievances unfelt unseen Ill-manner'd Fools whose ignorance is Hate They understand not therefore blame the State Their real grievance is their want of sense Beasts in all things but in Obedience Cloy'd with their noisy Cant in equal plight Of laughter scorn and grief I bid good night Troubl'd to think of Englands Grand Disease Groaning with th' burthen of such Sots as these To bed I went where restless long I lay Despair'd of sleep and waiting for the day Lord said I must our Monarch ne're have rest The more indulgent th' more he is opprest With Fools that know not think not what they want Their desire Granted they 'l soon cure the Grant Yet the King 's still in fault methinks I see Tears flowing down the Cheeks of Majesty If I am troubled how much more is He Who bears the burthen of their Calumny Thus lay I 'long my Soul quite spent with Sighs When sleep insensibly stole o're my Eyes From lump of Flesh unchain'd methought my Soul Through dark unwholsom Foggy Mists did rowl Horrour increasing still methought I came To the dire Mansions of Eternal Flame The Gates of Brass transparent were and thence Flew Azure flames with smoak of nauseous stench With a confused noise of Howls and Groans Such as would melt if any thing can the Stones The horrour quell'd my Spirit that I stood 'M z'd and insensible as Stone or Wood Till by a Friend reviv'd cheer thee quoth he This place as yet is not design'd for Thee He led me through the Gates where lo a place Larger than all this lower Worlds vast space The torments gave some light else dark as night A pale bituminous discoulor'd Light Millions of wretched Souls my Fancy view'd VVeltring in flames with Pitch and Brimstone strew'd Just at the Gate th' Infernal Senate sate For know that Hell 's no Kindom but a State A Democratick State for it affords As I was told no King nor House of Lords Tho' Lucifer's a kind of Prince he sate But Chair-man or rather Speaker to the State A Troop of Ghastly Fiends surround his chair All which of a Select Committee were VVho having plaid their Devils part so well Had been Elected Burgesses of Hell Two who were lately to Vtopia sent Stood now for Members of the Parliament O Yes was strait proclaim'd appear appear You that are Candidates Mighty Lucifer Assures his Vote for him who merits best For his Utopia Service All the rest To Lucifer with formal Bows submit They would consent to what His Grace thought fit Python appear'd Great Sir said he since I VVent with this Honourable House's Embassy T' Vtopia I ha' brought that Realm to be An 't please Your Grace in all Conformity To your desire But first I must confess Letters of Credence from his Holiness Your Grace's Correspondent I procur'd To some Lords there whom I before Insur'd By my Ignatian Friends O! they 're a Crew Of the most hearty diligent and true Zealous unwearied Boys to propogate VVhat may conduce to th' good of this our State Had they but cunning equal to their will This place with humane Souls they 'd quickly fill You 'l need no other Fiends These did my work And privily about the Realm did lurk Some ign'rant Bigots they engag'd and some Only with th' pleasing pride of Martyrdom Some by Ambition's Bait were finely caught All things at once boldly to venture at But I confess though all my Art I try'd To bring the Great Almanzor to our side I fail'd but then I got it buz'd that He Would soon make one in the Conspiracy This tickl'd and engag'd them in that Plot VVhich by th' Vtopians ne'r will be forgot In short This Honourable House knows well How I 've deserv'd a Burgess-ship in Hell If not we 've some Jesuits here can tell Then through the House a murmuring Applause Shew'd that they all inclin'd to Python's Cause VVhen Syphax th' other Candidate appear'd Great Sir said he I hope my Cause when heard VVill gain your suffrage Mighty Sir you know M'Opponents method was
c. From Hunting the King and abjuring his Race From Cleansers of Bung holes usurping his place From Preachers in Tubbs that are void of all Grace Lib. c. From Vulcan's Treasons late forg'd by the Fan From starving of Mice to be Parliament-man From his Copper Face thet outface all things can Lib. c. From Unbridling the Faction the King to dismount From giving for each thing to Subjects account From letting P's Domineere as they were wont Lib. c. From Voting Lords useless and dangerously Ill From hanging of Bishops up for dropping the Bill From letting Fanaticks have too much of their Will Lib. c. From purging the House to obstruct our free choice From Resolving the King to Oppose with one Voice From such that at Mischief do daily rejoyce Lib. c. From all the Seditious that love not the King From such as a Civil War once more would bring Deliver us good Lord let each true Subject sing Lib. c. The Fanatick Rampant Or an Election at Cambridge ONE day I heard a zealous shout I then look'd up and lo the Rout Of Saints were come to Town Who by their Hats right gravely set And Collar-bands I guess were met To cry the Bishops down But see how grosly I did err For they came only to prepare Against that Codly bustle And therefore did most fervently With Carnal Throats extended cry A Russel yea a Russel Some cry'd a Russel some again Mistook the Name and cry'd Amen Some with erected Fist Cry'd O we find by Revelation That this is He must heal the Nation And hamstring Antichrist At length there comes me a Free-holder With Head inclin'd to the Left Sholder And Circumcised Hair Who with his Snout all wet with Snivel And looks enough to scare a Devil Did thus begin his Prayer Lord if thou dost thy Saints regard Look on the Keepers of thy Heard Even on thy chosen Russel See but what honour we have done him And then thou needs must poure upon him Thy blessings by the Bushel Thy tender Flock Lord he 'll not pound But doth regard the Poor Lord he hath done more for my Wife Than e're I did in all my Life O blessed Senatour Do thou in time his Worship bring To be to be a Lordish thing As was his Noble Kin Thou seest how He alone doth stand And hates the great ones of the Land O well doth he begin Then give him Grace Lord not to cease Till he hath broke the Cord of Peace That Girdle of the Whore That we again may see that day In which we all may preach and pray And then I 'le ask no more With rhat I spy'd an Image fair High mounted in his stately Chair I think to mock the Pope Down Brethren to the Gallows gang Said I he shall not burn but hang. Though I pay for the Rope Poor Robin's Dream Or the Visions of Hell WHen th'charming News had passed Charing Cross And they depos'd that would dismount that Horse The Senatours their hated patience forc't As Thames once for Sempronia stopt her course Like Boys that were just from a Vineyard scar'd All stood amaz'd but ne'er a word was heard But when they found they were pursu'd by none But th' Master stood only to keep his own They then unto their wonted Passion flew And swore they 'd prove those Grapes to be their due Next time they came they 'd have their Master too I' th City All their steady-Heads they tost Like Wives at Billingsgate when a good Bargain 's lost Ballads of grief about the Town they sent As if they lost a Loyal Parliament Such clam'rous Consternations with safe Cryes Enough to tear great Jove down from the Skies None daring to confront those Factious Athiests Dreading the scand'lous Name they call Church-Papists Then I e'ne laid me down upon my Bed Where sundry Contemplations seiz'd my troubled Head In a trembling Trance I on a sudden fell Wherein I saw that damned Den call'd Hell Where ten thousand Sons with Legions of black Fiends Of burning Reb. there they made their Skreens Old Noll and Bradshaw Ireton and Pride Burning like Beacons on the other side Then perjur'd Rogues drawn up in arched Rings Their Tongues like Serpents shew'd their flaming Stings Thought I is this the fruit of killing Kings When that Scene chang'd methought I clearly saw A solemn Conventicle groan out yells of woe Their Hats pinn'd to their heads with siery nails Their Ears drawn out as large as Spanish Frails Their Eyes like oval Lanthorns glowing Rouls Or flaming â—lambois from their treach'rous Souls Their Mouths unto their ugly Ears were drawn Spirits froth'd out like poison'd foul Frog-spawn Upon their Backs was writ in Blood I see Damn'd for Rebellion and Hypocrisie ' Mongst this prodigious and confused Throng The Holder forth was called Dr. Tonge Who so excell'd Hugh Peters being there That he was forc'd to fall into the Reer Till interposed by a Champion stout With flaming Sword made way through th' hellish Rout. Bedlow And cry'd to Tongue thou damn'd Orator Thou art the cause of my Soul burning here Tonge Why what wast thou when first I did thee know But one condemn'd for Robbery by the Law Bedlow Why what wast thou poor Fool in Forty one But a poor Weaver just leapt from thy Loom Then stept into a Tub to preach Sedition And tookst the Covenant for thy Commission Which thou pursu'dst till all the Rump was ruin'd And Charles return'd and to his Right resum'd And then thou mad'st a Breech of thy own Mouth Sworst back again but never preachedst Truth And in thy Age more treach'rous than in youth Tonge That cannot be imputed Perjury To swear for those that rule by Tyranny Or for any else as Times may turn by fits That 's but a Knack of living by ones Wits But I ne'er Rob'd upon the King's High-way Nor boasted on 't unto my Friends next day Nor I ne'er feign'd my self to be a Lord Nor pilfer'd Coyn without the help of Sword Nor ne'er was proved perjur'd by Record Bedlow Thou damned Hell-hound hast thou now forgot Who was so active in the Popish Plot 'T was Thou that patch't up our Depositions And then deliver'd them without Commissions Which thou madst him pretend he had disperst Then thou thy self turn'd Tail and was releast Yet still thou didst persevere in thy Sin Taught Tony and the rest to bring me in To meet you at Cabals and Foxes-Hall Where I receiv'd my Lessons from you all You taught me what to speak who to impeach All Loyalists you brought within my reach Both Queen and Duke â— to the Block must bring Nay had I'liv'd I must have peacht the K Now who 's the cause of my Soul's suffering Tonge All this I own was Truth and ten times more But thy black Soul was damned long before Thou had'st committed Murther Theft and Rape So 't was impossible thy Soul shou'd ' scape For had'st thou liv'd till each
a while ago Us'd by Cantarogax Your Agent then To th' same Realms tho' but in vain since when Others with like Effects have us'd it I Us'd the experienc'd Rule Presbytery This was the method Mighty Lucifer That brought ten thousand Rebel Souls a year For twenty years together to this place For Python's part an 't please your Grace He hatch'd a Plot I must confess but what Effects did this his so much talkt of Plot Produce VVhy 'faith he e'en sent here no more Than those who were Your Grace's own before For my own part I to the House will give Of all my Actions a short Narrative In grave and comly Hypocritick Dress Bearing the outward form of Godliness I cloath'd my self and to Vtopia went Haunted the City Court and Parliament And in short time pick'd up a numerous Crew Of all Religions every Sect a few I made all those my own who took great pains To make their seeming Godliness their gains All those who use Religion for a fashion Or seem to thrive by th' ruine of the Nation All who 'd at Court their expectations crost Or by ill manners had Preferments lost All those who were engag'd in the late Broils In the King's Death and the three Nations Spoils And had this King 's late Act of Grace abus'd By their unnatural Ingratitudes All who had lost their Games and now would fain For their own turn have the Cards dealt again I found one fit at last to steer these right A Favourite of theirs a much fam'd VVight Capricio call'd and thereby hangs a Tale Meager his Visage is his Face as pale As his Deeds black Dame Nature sure design'd That by his out-side men might know his mind Hell 's in his Body and his shrivl'd Skin Seems dropping from his rotten Bones within His Corrupt Tortur'd Body does convey Fresh spleen and rancour to his Heart each day Which lest it shou'd o'reflow or by mishap Be over-charg'd from Sun or Fleece a Tap Is in his Body fixt with curious Art Which from his double Envy-canker'd heart By pumping does exhaust th' exundant Juice Reserving still enough for 's daily use With this half Fiend I many Consults had And we at last this Resolution made Almanzor's due Succession to oppose Among his many unprovoked Foes We chose young Marcion not for any love But to undo the Youth as time will prove Poor easie Prince he littte thinks that we Prostitute this his weak Credulity To our own use to Anarchize the State And hasten his two soon intended Fate Disgusted Lords we got some two or three To put their helping hands to Anarchy Amongst the rest one Libertino nam'd Of him I must confess I was asham'd His vicious Life did much disgrace the Cause But 't was enough his hate to King Church Laws And Goverment in general drew the rude Unthinking Jealous Headlong Multitude To esteem him so that he this Title bears One of the Protestant Utopian Peers With these in close Cabals sometimes I past And forg'd a feasible Design at last 'T was thought without some provocation 't were Not fit our Cause in publick should appear I pitch'd upon a Rogue the truth to tell Has not his Fellow even here in Hell Among our Crew we forg'd a Plot which he First brought to light A Re-discovery He made as soon swore to and was believ'd Then our good Party found themseves aggriev'd And cry'd aloud These Tories Brethen see Behold we say the Lords Delivery This was some Bishop sure or Masquerader Soon after this a Son accus'd his Father Forward and backward swears at last he vows Sir He was subborn'd by that same Papist Towzer Things went on well now they thought 't was time The Ladder of Rebellion they should clime The Senate sate High for the Good Old Cause Magna Charta and Fundamental Laws No Arbitrary Power but we must give Necessary Limits to Prerogative Tho' the King mayn't yet We may break the Laws Punish at pleasure though without a Cause Then must Almanzor be excluded He Has too much Spirit too much bravery They must and will have presently Redress Of a long Bead-roll of Grievances And these are such as the K. won't nor can't Nature and Conscience will not let him grant If not no Money Sirs what e're come on 't A Fig for Foreign Foes so the K. want Councellors must be tax'd and most of all Hali whom they had nought to charge withal But only ' cause he could discern the weather And judge when Elements would clash together They do not think it safe that any Lord That has but sense should sit at Council-Board Those that sit there should in their Foreheads have Their Beast-ships mark of either Fool or Knave Who lov'd the K. was Voted straight to be Betrayer of the Subjects Liberty And their old long-lov'd Darling Property Capricio tells them next they want a Prince Fit to be trusted with the Rule and since The present King 's not such they think 't were fit That they be trusted both with Him and It. In short I 've brought that Kingdom now of late In all Conformity so near our State That whosoever sees both will surely Swear 'T is an exact true Pattern of This here Then such loud shouts from all the Senate came That I awak'd and found it but a Dream SEJANUS Or the Popular Favorite now in his solitude and Sufferings IS this thy Glory now is this thy Pride Of sticking to the Saints and Godly side Religious bugbear words that fright from hence From Subject all their Loyalty to Prince Make black Rebellion seem white Innocence Entitle Heaven to the vilest Crimes Make Deity like th' Rabble blame the Times Mad Zealots so Atheistically civil Baspheme the Gods to Complement the Devil The mightiest of the inspir'd Saints is come To Crown himself with fancy'd Martyrdom Geneva Whig that still cries out at Rome But raises still Domestick Broils at home How quietly Great Charles might end his Reign Which all in troubles the poor Prince began Now vext by Ghost meer shadow of a Man The cunning Hypocrite that still can spy The smallest Mote in his kind Prince's eye By Zeal and Nature made so double blind That in his own the Beam he cannot find Some say but one vast Luminary stands In 's surrow'd brow and watches all the Land But sunk into its hole crept out of sight As if it were afraid to see the Light His Skull 's too narrow Circle can't contain His Tow'ring thought vast Gygantick brain Blinded again with hopes of Reformation Poor little Poliphemus of the Nation That mighty Monster brav'd the rising Floud And this can wade thro' a whole Sea of Blood How hath this wretched Isle been chang'd and curst Since thou wert born and since it knew thee first How did its Tributary Rivers pay A bloody dreadful Homage to the Sea VVhilst on the Purpl'd Ocean thou didst ride And tack about still with the Wind and
Undertook Till K. was kill'd and th'Son the Land forsook And then the Scepter fell in Traitours Hands And I was ready to assist Commands Then I was made a Minister of State And found a way the Church to Extirpate Then I helpt Noll to set up Presbyters And pull'd the Bishops Surplice o're their ears And made the Clergy look like Privateers As they went down Tub-Preachers they did rise Preach'd Order Altar down and Sacrifice I made him know through States great Policy Those were the men to maintain Tirany Noll being safe by what I had done for him Suspected me ' cause I Betray'd my King Then to our Tribe he openly Proclaims He 'd never Trust a man that had three Names He Smoak'd my Soul from its Minority Still to be Opposite to all Authority Then I was forc'd new Measures for to take With the Kings Friends some small Contracts did make I Beg'd they wou'd with Patience be contented For the Kings Return a means was just invented But this was done when I could not prevent it I put my self i' th Front o' th Sufferers Tho' like to them I had neither Wounds not Scars When he arriv'd with glorious Acclamations And fill'd with Joys the Longing Expectations All Loyal Hearted Souls of these three Nations And every heart that had been Musket Proof For K. and Country under Fortunes Roof Had Broke the Fatal Spells of Slaveries With Joys did meet the King upon their Knees I like a Spaniel-whelp did lurk a Loof And Squint quite through the Opticks of my Hoof. Expecting when the K. on me would Call And cry my Merits up above them All. But when I found He did mind me no more Just to His Feet I Crept upon all Four Then Clutch'd his Royal Hand between my Paws As if I 'd never been for Good Old Cause Then His Clemency remitted what was past With Place and Title he my Honour Grac'd Which I improv'd till I was grown so High That I again did envy Monarchy Which being smelt by York I was Degraded And out of all my Dignities Defeated And ever since my Brain has been a working For Sweet Revenge my Soul hath still been lurking To several Attempts I did aspire E're I could pitch on one that would take Fire Till I had got this Fatal-Plot well grounded With Seconds and with sham-plots to surround it Which serves as Paint upon an old Bawds Face To fill up Furrows and to give a Grace As Painters always Imperfection Blaze And here we 'l make Friendly Fair Conclusion I prithee Doctor give me Absolution D. Nay hold a while your Crimes but now begin Sir These were but Virtues to your latter Sins Sir You must rub up your Brains and Face about We have the Plot-Mystick yet to Hammer out B. G Dam your Reverence let that go by You are as deep i' th dirt in that as I D. Pox rot your Honour that 's a Plaguy Lie You have confest you were the Engeneer That draw'd the Lines which way the Plot would Bear That who shou'd keep the Front and who the Rear B. And had not your Impudence still over acted Our Purpose long ere this had been Perfected D. 'Zounds 't was for that that I by you was chosen ' Cause I could Out-face all the Truth in Heaven B. But not to Snap the Council up like Peasants And call them Rascals in the Royal Presence Nor yet to call the Life-Guards Popish Traitors As if we were their Makers and Creators Nor to throw an Odium on them at their Inns. When you saw our party totter like Nine-pinns Too late to make the world esteem us Kings Nor to call Inn-keepers Rogues for entertaining The King's Life-Guards those things â—ivulg'd our meaning Nor to call your self the Saviour of the Nation As if there had been Oats from the Creation D. 'S death Have you not acted worse than this You vex me so I scarce have time to Pâ—sâ— You have these seven years made it your study To draw disgussed Parties to a Body You held Communion with Tub-Preachers juggling And draw'd their Brethren altogether smuggling Their holy Siscers with whom they Ingender And bring forth Brood that 's light with th' same Tinder Who are bred up in â—ears and Jealousies Wherewith you daily blind their pur-blind eyes And thus you draw the hearts of silly Subjects From their own Sovereign to be odious Objects For this Impression in their Infancy Deprives them of the sence of Loyalty Thus you seduce the Land for future Ages To be a Den of Bruits for wild out-rages Worse than wild Beasts who still own some Supreme Both Infidels and Indians do the same B. Had you this Doctrine from Salamanka Where you ne're were I know well Sir I thank ye You need not instance these most biting twinges Since our Designs are all slung off the hinges You 're ten times worse were your faults sum'd together Tho' thou pretend'st to be my Ghostly Father For thou art neither Prot ' Byter nor Papist Best thou canst boast of is Inhumane Atheist D. You cross old Cur resolve me these few Questions And I 'le importune you for no more Confessions Who was the cause of Scotlands late Rebellions Who promis'd to assist their Force with Millions Who was 't draw'd Perkin from his Royal Father To be cajoll'd into the Peoples Favour Who was 't contriv'd the drawing of Petitions To gull the Nation into blind Seditions Who was 't contriv'd Cabballing in the City And to school Evidence chose a Committee Who first contriv'd to Peach both Peers and Judges And make them scape before the Bar like drudges All those in eminent Places and great Favour Yet never could be brought in guilty neither Who told the Commons that ' gainst every Trial They must seclude all Members that were Loyal That none might ever pass for due Elected Unless approv'd on by the disaffected Who was it first that cursed Maxim mov'd That every Act for Money be 〈◊〉 Unless Prerogative were squeez'd â—â— shov'd Who was 't contriv'd to have the Guâ—â—ds indicted When we our selves the Citâ—-Guards united Who was it cry'd No Money for the King Till Kingly Powers into â—our hands we bring Who was it cry'd The King must not be trusted With his own Life while we are thus disgusted And that the People they were still in danger Of Native Papists and of Popish Stranger Till th' Militia Cinque-ports Navy and the rest Were all expos'd unto our Care and Trust Who was 't that writ the Address for Shire As if all had been Subscribers that were there A voting for the Members and had lear'd on 't Tho' ten in all the Number never heard on 't Who was it first invented the Black Box And the Black Bills which were to give such knocks Who was made privy unto Godfrey's Death For which three men already lost their breath Who was 't converted Law into a Cloak To shelter Knaves and Innocents to Choak Who was 't that
ready for the Day Oâ— Batâ—el in our Monsters Quiver lay Such was his Natural Hue and Proper Arms But when he rang'd abroad by Magick Charms So chang'd a Shape to Vulgar Eyes he wore That whom they should Abhor they do Adore Of Pure Rebellion over his Head they put A Solemn Veil of the Geneva Cut. Thus all his Ghastly Countenance did shade And a False Saint of a True Divel made Next on his Shoulder dangl'd to his Knee A Cloak of Presbyterian Loyalty Thus safely covers Hell it self and draws The Peoples Admiration and Applause Curs'd be that Loyalty in Stile Submiss In Action Treasonable like Judas Kiss That does in humble Phrase their Soveraign woo He 'll graciously be pleas'd Himself t' undo Of all Prerogatives to strip the Crown And for His Safety 's sake His Power lay down To quit His Vseless Guards that so He may Gently become Theirs and the Peoples Prey If this is deny'd then the Great Guns must Rore Of Popish Plots and Arbitrary Power Then must his Friends his Wife and Brother fall A Heccatomb to Hypocritick Gall. What follows needs no Prophet to reveal A Late Experience does too sadly tell Carver it now thy boldest Stroak will ask To Trace this Monster in his Loyal Mask How first he Crept who now so high does Sore And Stole in at the Cranny of a Door Like a young Sinner checkt with Doubt and Fear Bashful and Tim'rous his Beginnings were But silent Awe did not restrain him long For soon the Speechless Elf â—ound out a Tongue A Tongue who to a mighty States-man's Ear With great Success our Monster did prefer A Tongue which now with Dives may recant In vain and Cooling Drops for ever want At first our States-man waver'd to and fro Fearful to hold him fast or let him go Under the Veil of Zeal and Loyal Cloak The Fiend beneath he easily did Smoak But judging that his outward Shape and Dress The Genius of our Nation would higly please At last he chose to entertain the Elf And let poor Naked Truth shift for it Self This he conceiv'd old Grudges would attone Make People King and Parliament his own This would Raise Money this would Armies Pay But these false hopes scarce liv'd a Winter's day For soon the Pamper'd Beast unruly grew And in the Face of his own Keeper flew And Breaking loose with his Departing Heels Gave him a Bruise which still the Patient feels Now did that other Monster Lying Fame Her Brother Saint the Nation round proclaim And every Weak and every Factious Breast down With this Infernal Spirit is possest Some with large Swallow take his Words all And the Romance as a Fifth Gospel own Others for want of â—aith with noise supply And this Diana greet with lowdest Cry All the High places of the Land is stor'd With Altars where this Moloch is ador'd In Church in Court in every Justice-seat All It with Incense and Prostration greet This Idol's Unclean Worship prostitutes The House of Prayer and Prayer it self pollutes The very Streets their impious Homage pay And with Burnt Offerings convert Night to Day 'T is not the Blood of Beasts that can asswage This All devouring Moloch's hungry Rage In his Infernal Rights there is allow'd No other Sprinkling but of Humane Blood Victims and Temples too must feel the Knife The Living Temples of the God of Life Nor Bodies only will his Rage suffice A Nation 's Souls are now his Sacrifice Thrice happy they who with clean Hands and Heart Act in his Tragedy the Victims part Who in White Robes follow their Chief the Lamb In all his Thorny paths of Death and Shame Who Dying feel no other Grief and Pain But for the Guilt of those by whom they 're slain Who march the safest and the shortest way To Blissful Canaan through this Purple Sea Next Carver thy Recording Steel must shew The Monster joyn'd with his Confederate Crew Scouring our Coasts and Ravaging our Land Whilst no opposing Power his Shock can stand As if the Nation were by angry Heaven To his Dire Rage in Execution given Thy Piece this general Slaughter may dispose By lessening Distance artfully to lose But in the Front of the main Work thy hand In solid Brass must make our Hero stand Stand gloriously in his Immortal Shrine Which neither Rust shall Eat nor Age shall Mine And shall out-live all but their Guilt and Hell By whose Conspiring Perjury first He fell Yet to be just Great Soul we must allow Thou all thy Glories to their Crimes must owe. Life 's to thy Parents for Illustrious Birth Which is but a Portion of Nobler Earth Art thou in Debt then to the Monsters Rage By which with Heavens Applause thou left'st the Stage Stafford's great Name in old Records did sleep And lay regardless among the Common Heap With Dust and Rubbish almost cover'd o'er Thy Setting Sun its Lustre does restore When ever fair Astraea shews her Face And Slow-pac'd Truth shall Factious Rage displace It will be said of thy old Norfolk Line Some with their Blood are stain'd and others shine Carver to Sacred Truth this work we vow Thy Chiâ—â—el must no flattering Touches know Nor Common Actions raise nor Vices skreen Shew him but where the Hero does begin And yet the failing of our Lives past Race Exalt the Power and Victory of Grace There trace him first where 't was his happy Fate To be thought worthy of the Monster 's hate The surest Mark of the Almighties Love Is when the Powers of Hell against Us move Shew him Accus'd Imprison'd and Oppress'd There was he first for Heaven's Militia prest Then was he Train'd and Disciplin'd for War A War in which the Slain the Conqueâ—oâ—s are Then did his Thoughts true Liberty posâ—ess His Body's Sâ—isure was his Souls Release Next lead him from the Prison to the Bar The Place of Combat and the Seaâ— of War Bring through all the Baâ—b'rous Noise and Shout Of an Insulting and Blood thirsty Rout Nearly allay'd in Manners Cause and Cry To that old Tribe that bellow'd Crucify But these harsh Sounds were Musick to his Ear Whose Christian Heart knew neither Guilt nor fear Now in the Circle of a Theater All England did Epitomiz'd appear Each in their several Ranks themselves diffuse The Peers to Try the Commons to Accuse Lawyers to Plead Witnesses to Swear People to gaze Ladies to see and hear But this Assembly shall hereafter know GOD and his Angels were Spectators too With awful Pomp here Justice seem'd enthron'd The Sword she bare the Ballance was post-pon'd Ah Carver had thy Steel the force to raise From Fates Eternal Book these Leaves of Brass This dismal Scene of Horrour we 'd expunge Which did in Guilt of Blood a Nation plunge For who false Oaths so easily believe Their Crime resemble those who stoln Goods receive And through such light Belief if Blood be spilt No Forms of Justice can wipe off the Guilt What Cause in this
short a stay Ungrateful Countrey Barbarous Holland Shoar Cou'd the Battavian Climate do no more Her Shaftsbury's dear Life no longer save What a Republick Air and yet so quick a Oh! all ye scatter'd Sons of Titan weep This dismal day with solemn Mournings keep Like Isral's Molten-Calf your Medals burn And into Tears your Great Letemur turn Oh! wail in Dust to think how Fates dire frown Has thrown your dear Herculean Column down Oh Charon waft thy Load of Honour o'er And land Him safely on the Stygian Shoar At His Approach Fames loudest Trumpet call Cromwel Cook Ireton Bradshaw Hewson all From all the Courts below each well pleas'd All the Republick Legions numerous Host Swarm thick to see your Mighty Heroe land Crowd up the Shoar and blacken all the Strand And what'ere Chance on Earth or Pow'rs accurst Broke all your Bonds your Holy Leagues all burst This Union of the Saints no Storm shall sever This Last ASSOCIATION holds for ever Dagon's Fall Or Sir William Waller turn'd out of Commission GOod GOD what means this sudden Alteration The Fop that has so long disturb'd the Nation By 's Pride and Pomp and Pow'r is now Turn'd out And hardly pity'd by the silly Rout. He was as stout and lofty as old Hector Usurp'd the Power of our damn'd Protector As Fierce and Cruel as a Tyger's whelp He wanted neither strength nor art nor help To do and undo he was grown so great That the Creation was amaz'd to see 't He had his Coach and Horses Footmen too And into th' City rode to make a shew But little thought when drawn by Whitaker His fatal downfal it had been so near To put a Sword into a Madmans hand It may make Bloody Work within the Land Papists and Protestants were all alike Both sent to lodge with Church and thin-jaw'd Dyke No Day scarce pass'd without some mischief done Into all Companies the Fool did run The Goaler sure gave him a snack of Fees For Prisoners flock'd even like a Swarm of Bees Here Ten were sent him for a Popish Plot There Two more to please a Buggering Sot Then a New Plot is feign'd and more secur'd ' Uds flesh my Friends this cannot be endur'd Printers Apprentices and many more In all I do believe near twice two score They all are Plotters yet by Jove not one Can tell you what was said or what was done The Gate-house is become a Babel now Confusions came upon us none knew how But he that wrought the Mischief now is found 'T will puzzle any man to prove him sound He 's rotten at the Heart I 'll lay my Life No wonder he begot us all this Strife Well now the Cause is gone the effect will cease I hope we shall enjoy our former Peace This Leaven leaven'd the whole Lump And made us fear another sawcy Rump He study'd out new Plots and for what ends Only to please his Presbyterian Friends Ah but my Friend thou thy last Dice hast thrown For which the Presbyters begin to groan Thy buisie active Soul I do not jest Had lately sent it a Quietus est And that which doth thy Grief and Sorrow double Thou art not Rich for all thy needless trouble Soul take thine ease thou very well mai'st sing For thou hast got a Writ of ease from th' King Thou hast much Goods laid up for many years Say that and I will give thee both my Eâ—â—s Leave but the Factious out go through the City Thou wilt not find a Man enclin'd to pity Hang him cries one he was a buisie Knave He shew'd no Mercy nor he none shall have Mischief was all his aim and his design When he brought Hickey to a glass of Wine The mischief which so eagerly he sought For others he himself too dearly bought But I am almost weary of my Rhimes For I consider these are Trayterous Times Had but this buisie Fool his late Commission This wou'd have cost me a devout Submission I had been surely sent to Goal for Treason As Thompson was and had a greater Reason But God be thanked curst-Cows have short Horns He must and shall endure our Flouts and Scorns We may go boldly on and fear no fall No painted Staff will answer at his Call Now he is down down with him now 's the Season For if he rise he 'l Goal us all for TREASON A Dialogue betwixt the Devil and the Ignoramus Salamanca Doctor Devil Bâ—hold from the Infernal Lake I 'm come To fright thy Soul to it's Eternal Doom To tell thee Villain that thy Reign 's expir'd And now be sure thou shalt no longer hir'd â—e by Me no nor any of the Damn'd To drench in Innocent Blood this mournful Land Hence then begone and do no more pursue Villanies Hell could ne'er act but by you Now Heaven stops my Power and I thy Hand And now I tell thee Doctor Thou art damn'd Doctor O Spectre spare a while my dreadful Doom Go back and tell the Damn'd I come I come Only let me compleat the Ills I 've begun Then Heaven farewel and unto You I come Devil The Blood o' th' Innocent aloud does cry Revenge Revenge on cursed Doctor Ti No more o' th' Innocent shall bleed nor die Doctor Well the time 's come the fatal day 's at hand That I for ever ever must be damn'd O curs'd Revenge what Mischiefs have I done Abjur'd the Father and blasphem'd the Son The Sacred Spirit of Truth at once have I Banish'd and that my vengeance I might buy I 've caus'd the best of Innocents to dye See where their Ghosts appear in Purple ray'd afresh Victims by Perjury alone betray'd See how they shake their Heads and bleed Their wounds gape wide in their new murder'd flesh And these most frightful Visions come cause I Th' bloody Villanous Murderer stand by 'T is true that I the cruel Murderer am And thousands more by Perjury to trepan I solemnly did vow and often swear And none t' escape from the Peasant to the Peer Nay Sacred Prelates Princes Queens and Kings Should have made up my Bloody Offerings Ten Thousand more of Innocents had dy'd ' Cause I King Queen and Duke had Sacrific'd Cities and Towns I 'd Fir'd if not withstood And quench'd the flames with Innocent Blood Let me but live in this world three years more This Island then shall swim in Christian gore I 'le subvert Governments and murder Kings Sow discord among Friends I 'le do such things Shall make the World believe there is not that Villanous thing I have not power to act I 'le make the World believe let me but stay That Light is Darkness and that Night is Day That I the Saviour of the Nation am And that CHRIST was of no avail to Man Then I the Sacred Gospels will destroy Swear they 'r but fictious Stories and a Lye Perswade them that the Bible's but a Farce No more to be esteem'd than is my A So I 'le improve the
the Best of KINGS These things I did observe and many more But Tyr'd with the Relation I 'll give o'er True Loyalty in its Colours Or a Survey of the Laudable Address of the young Men and Apprentices of the City of London to His MAJESTY NO Name because you can't write well a Fist Is a Good Hand that can write Loyalist Go on Brave Youths and let your Paper show What Love what Service to your King you ow. How well Now London must be Judge of Thee When in thy Sons we find such Loyalty What Though the Jesuits a brooding lye To hatch for us a Mortal Enemy Loyal Addresses shall like thunder kill The Poison-gathering Viper in the Shell And quickly make the Factious Gang leave off To Lace their Coffee with Seditious Stuff The Roul contains most Trades who Swear they 'l be One Man t' oppose their Princes Enemy Th' Ingenuous Pothecary makes up a Pill And Swears it knows both how to Salve and Kill The Keen edg'd Barber with his Razor votes Instead of Cutting Beards to Cut their Throats The Shooe-Maker protests he 'd rather choose To wind Cord for their Necks than for their Shooes The Cobler too wou'd meddle with the Fools And wou'd instead of Soles Translate their Souls The Nimble Taylor swears each Finger itches To cut their Coats more than to sow their Breeches The brisk Vpholsterer swears by his Feather Their Souls and Bodies he will Quilt together The Damming Vintner Vows next time to bring Confounded wine to them that hate his King The Greasy Butcher Swears by 's Oxe's Head That at one Blow he 'll strike Sedition Dead Then Cut it open Quarter it and Treat The Devil with a Dainty Dish of Meat The Cockt-up Haberdasher briskly debates For Brushing of their Coats instead of Hats The Artificial Surgeon fain would Box 'em And send them all to Hell with a Pox to ' em The Cook cries cram 'em in my Pot 's Belly And I will stew their Rump-Beef to a Jelly A Carpenter comes in with a few Cringes And fain wou'd have 'em Hang'd upon new Hinges Then a Hot Bell-Founder cryes out of Spite They dead my Trade let them be hang'd outright But the slye Broaker Vows he dos not dare Venter his Coyn on such deceitful Ware Next unto him comes the ruff Brick-layer And he 's for Building up the Common Prayer The Loyal Coach-man this Sentence Broaches I am for making Plotters draw my Coaches The Brazier is for Burning them to see What Mettle afterwards they 'l prove to be The Strong-Water-Man would be at Stilling Of their ill Humours not at Killing Then comes the Lawyer hatching of some Evil And fain would bring him into Bond with th' Devil But says the Attorney Let 'em make uds luds An Execution t' me of Body and Goods The Rare-loyal Weaver makes a pother To have 'em Kickt from th' one side to the other The Gold-smith likes 'em best for well he knows Such Mettle both for Gold and Silver goes They 'l take what stamp we please they are such Witches A Caesar's Head as well as Oliver's Breeches Last comes a Printer and sayes Let me Dye If I don't brand 'em to Eternity I will transfer to future Age their Plot And what Reward their cunning Coleman got I will Transprint King Charles his Death and bid The Children Weep for what their Fathers did Papists and Factious both shall go to Pot While the True Loyally Draws a better Lot Loyalty Triumphant Or a Poem on the Numerous Loyal Addresses to His MAJESTY ROuse up my Muse For how in such a Cause Canst thou be Lazy or admit a Pause Why do not Words flow faster then thy Ink Or forward Verse scarce give the leave to think Thy Pen in such a Cause should Pregnant be To Write thy Fellow-Subjects Loyalty Subjects that dare in spight of Faction show How much they to the best of Princes owe That dare in spight of all the Politick Crew Who would the People and their KING subdue Be truly Loyal Honest Just and Good Four things the Others never understood Or if they ever did have long forgot Since first Sedition in their Hearts took Root Their Leaders Soul as well as Eyes do squint And could we search the Heart the Devil 's in 't He seems in shew as Loyal as the best But a full Fury Lodges in his Breast Ambition that Curst Fiend that fain would Tread Once more upon his Royal Masters Head Nor are his Followers behind in Zeal T' advance the Good Old Cause and Common-weal Reading the Votes of Parliament I found The KING with honest Men encoâ—â—ast round Who for the Publick Good did Wisely Vote That He for Tangier should not have a Groat At His own Charge He must the War maintain Or Tangier might be Lost for He in vain Assistance sought from them unless He 'ed give In Pawn for it His own Prerogative And against Nature's Laws cease to Defend An only Brother and a faithful Friend He must Exclude Him from the English Crown That when Great York they once had tumbled down They might set up an Idol of their own Whom if they cannot manage to their wills And make him Authorise unheard of Ills They 'l without scruple hurle them head-long down And tearing from his Brows the totter'd Crown Each will be King and set it on his own Amongst five Hundred Men some few there were That durst for Loyalty and Truth declare That durst the King's Prerogative Maintain ' Gainst Mighty Matchivel and all his Train But once discover'd they like common Foes Or Spies upon the Actions of the House Are first made Kneel before the Bar and then Our Loyalists such Principles despise Are still contriving how their King may rise How they may make Him Powerful and Great And in full Splendour keep his Royal Seat Still acting what their chearful words express Whilst each of them performs a whole Address Oh! may they still persist in doing well Till there be no Tongue left their Deeds to tell That they who did in This their King regard May in the other world meet their Reward The Club of Royalists COme Ganemede and fill each Glass with Wine Let each Muse Drink her share then fill up mine I with the Nine will Revel all this night Till Charles his Health bring back the Morning Light But hold a little Whither am I gone What need I run so far as Helicon Whilst Riding on each Beam the Sun doth bear As Loyal Drinkers as the Muses are For they I fear have caught th' infection too Since their own Sons bravely themselves undo For one who formerly stood Candidate For Wit and Sense with Men of highest Rate Apostatizes from his former Acts And from his own Cambyses Fame detracts No more in Verse his Mighty Talent shows But Libels Princes with Malitious Prose This Man in Cornhill if you chance to meet Or near the Middle of Threadneedle-street Know 't is to pay his Homage
to the Sun Or rather to the Hot-brain'd Phaeton Whom Ovid blames but he does more commend Advising straight the Chariot to Ascend What Though the world once more were set on Fire Shall his Young Heroe bawk his great Desire No let the Head-strong Youth his Steeds drive on Tread on his Fathers Counsels and his Throne I envy not those happy Men that Ride With him in 's Guilded Coach my humble Pride Desires no Courser but a Hoggs-heads Back Where mounted with a Bowl of Sparkling Sack With Russel Capel Cooper and the rest I 'le Drink Confusion to each Caballist Damn their Sun-Tavern Clubbs but hold my Rage Condemns the only Honest Men of th' Age The truest Patriots England ' ere did breed Who Viper-like on their own Mother feed Tear up their Bowels with a base pretence Of feigned Piety and Conscience Good Gentlemen how careful are they grown To suppress Papists and subvert the Throne They for Religion strive but wise men know From whence their greatest Discontents do flow Zeal for the Good Old Cause enflames their breast But the chief Fuell's Private Interest The Dissenter truly Described WHat shall a glorious Nation be o'rthrown By Troops of Sneaking Rascals of our own Must Civil and Ecclesiastick Laws Once Truckle more under the good Old Cause Shall these Ungrateful Varlets think to Live Only to Clip Royal Prerogative Shall all our Blood turn Whey whilst we do see Men both Affront and Stab the Monarchy I 'm all inflam'd with a Poetick Rage And will Chastise the Follies of the Age. Thoughts crowd so fast upon me I must write Till I 've display'd the Gaudy Hypocrite He 's one that scarcely can be call'd a Man And yet 's a Pious Holy Christian. He 's big with Saving Faith he says yet He Has not one spark of common Charity ' Gainst Reason he perpetually whines Because it Contradicts his Black Designs He dis-esteems dull Morals for a Saint My well-beloved Brethren must not want Soul-warming Thoughts so warm that they did dwell First in the Womb then at the Breasts of Hell He Flouts the Common Prayers yet the poor Fool Himself not Them does turn to Ridicule He hates a Form yet loves his dear Non-sense Nauseats his God with his Impertinence With Eyes turn'd up Mouth screw'd and Monky-Face He lowdly bawls to God for Saving Grace With Meen so base and scurvy as if even His Apish Postures only would please Heaven And then his Sniv'ling Tone to the most High He does conclude is Curious Melody If Things succeed not as his Humour wou'd He strait grows Angry and he Huffs his God And this as if God knew not what to do And that wou'd have been for thy Glory too Then Muffl'd in his Cloak Roger begins In 's Sermon to dawb forth Soul-killing-sins Murder and Theft and Pride and Gluttony c. Which in their Lives none more Applauds than He. Yet if you do survey the List with care You 'l quickly find Rebellion is hid there And when he 's prest to Duties for some Hours He ne'r puts in The Higher Powers At Surplice and Lawn-sleeves he takes offence Because they are the Types of Innocence For that he hates and with It men of Sense The Reverend Prelates he still vilifies ' Cause they detect his cursed Villanies Hang them they bark come let us pull them down For this same Mitre does support the Crown They 'r the King's truest Friends yet thought it good To drown his Kingdoms in a Sea of Blood They the King's Person would protect they said Yes yes forsooth by Cutting off his Head And this they did inspir'd by Zeal alone To fasten Christ in his Triumphant Throne As if Damn'd Lyes False Oaths and base Deceit Propt up his Throne and made him truly Great As if the Devil himself that acted them Did bring the Luster to His Diadem Nay they go on yet with the same Intents By moulding to their Minds New Parliaments Some of the Great they by their whimseys guide To like their Treason and to stem their Pride In other things like methods they pursue For even the Shrieves must be Fanaticks too The Judges too they 'd to their Party gain Did they want either Honesty or Brain And when their Wheedling Tricks do fail on these They poison soon some Countrey Justices Then had they once the dear Militia They 'd mount the Saddle and make Charles obey Thus first they 'd make Him but a very Straw And then at List controll and give Him Law In fine they are the Foes of Royal State Order is the great Object of their Hate Nor God nor Men these Furies seek to please They 'd bruise the Crown and tear our Surplices They'd Undermine the Churches Harmony And Ride a full Carier to Popery They all Mankind except Themselves Despise Chiefly the Great for being Good and Wise Some Subtile have and some have Giddy Souls Some Fools some Knaves and some are Knaves and Fools These Vermine would even the best things command And suck all the Sweetness of the Land The Loyal LETANY FRom a new model'd Jesuit in a Scotch Bonnet With a Mass under 's sleeve and a Covenant on it From Irish Sedition blown out of French Sonnet Libera nos Dom. From Conspiring at Joe's and Caballing at Mews From Sr. Gutts holy Tub of Uncircumcis'd Jews From Gibbet and Halter which will be their dues Lib. c. From a Parliament-man rak'd out of thâ— Embers From Knights that haunt Counters and Lunatick Members From Presbyt Januaries and Papists Novembers Lib. c. From hugging a Witch and consulting the Devil From Welch Reprimands which are something uncivil From the Touch of a Scot to cure the King's-evil Lib. c. From the mutinous Clamours of such as raise fears From those that wou'd set us together by the Ears Who still for the Shipwrack of Monarchy steers Lib. c. From Rebellion wrapt up in a Humble Petition From the Crafty Intrigues of a Suttle Politician From a Geneva Divine and a Staffords Physician Lib. c. From serving Great Charles as his Father before And Dis-inheriting of York without why or wherefore And from such as Absalom has been or more Lib. c. From Libelling the Government and Actions of Kings From Vindicating Sectaries in Illegal Things From Encouraging Faction which Rebell brings Lib. c. From Murmuring for sending the Parliament home From choosing Fanaticks to sit in their Room That the Actions of Forty may not be our doom Lib. c. From late Irish Massacres by Paptsts done From Seditious Cut-troats which thing is all one From murthering the Father and banishing the Son Lib. c From putting three Towns to the Sword in Cool Blood From robbing and spoiling the Land for its Good From Cloaking their Crimes by a Warrant from God Lib. c. From shrouding all Villanies under the Cause From making us happy by giving Sword Laws From Trampling o' th Mitre and Crown with Applause Lib.
true string had twang'd Thou then had'st surely been both damn'd and hang'd Bedlow Thou splay mouth'd â—iend I hold thy words in scorn Thou deserv'dst hanging long e're I was born Thou and thy Brother Baxter Spawns of Evil Who kept your correspondence with the Devil And spew'd your poyson over Three brave Nations And brought in Oates to all their Desolations The Devil taught you how to tutor Cooper And Belzebub himself his Over-looker One Paw upon the Tap holds in the Bung The other guides his tottering Head and Tongue And cryes My Tony thou shalt live to see England's Destruction and its Monarchy And my chief Engine Tony thou shalt be And of all the Plots and Sham-p thou art Father And all the Evidence thou 'st patcht together For which Indulgence I 'le inspire thee still And thus the Devil helps old Matchiavel Tonge Why Tony was the cause of my Damnation It was his malice that enflam'd the Nation 'T was He under pretence of doing good That squeez'd poor Innocents and broach'd their blood 'T was He that made his Grace a stalking Horse And hid himself behind his pocky Arse 'T was He that taught Tub-Preachers to seduce The People to choose Membes for their use Such as in the late Rebellion play'd their parts And now are downright Rumpers in their hearts To all the Olivarians that are living His damned Documents he is daily giving 'T is He that all the Rebels now controuls For fear they should repent and save their Souls Or rather that they may come boldly on By force of Arms to end what he begun Or else his head must fly for what is past And 's Tap must burst to shew his Soul is curst Bedlow For Godfrey's death 't was thou perswadedst me To come in Guilty that black Perjury Doth gnaw my Soul in these Infernal Flames That guiltless Blood cryes Vengeance through my veins And showrs upon me in perpetual streams I swore that of that murther I did know A Man that in my life I never saw Yet three mens Lives I took by perjur'd Law Tonge Tony and Godfrey's Brother that contriv'd To make the forged Plot the more believ'd The truth of which they never yet would tell Neither Oates nor us that're now in Hell If e'er that stifled Murther be unvail'd Old Tony's mouthing Gang will soon be quail'd And those Cabals which daily now devise As th' old one dyes to make new Plots to rise They 'l then disperse left they all be trepann'd And their wise heads forsake their souls that's damn'd Bedlow Thou now speak'st like a Subject when 't is too late Or one that knew not what they would be at 'T is their ambition to be thrown in Goals 'T would raise the Rout if Habeas Corpus fails Then Tony ' l grieve and prog about for â—oin T' encourage his possessed Herd of Swine Lurk in his hole to see ' em stand Tail to Tail But ne'er come out till he finds who 'l prevail Tonge When he was young he never durst to fight But in malicious mischief took delight For when the Nation flow'd with Blood before Tony was always thirsting after more How many thousand Pound this Plot has cost him To buy the bloods of those that never crost him When he has got poor Innocents condemn'd By his patch't Evidence how eagerly he 'l send To those that have most int'rest in the Rout He 'l hire them t'come to force the Prisoners out To see them sacrifis'd before his Snout Which they 'l soon do or else break down their hold For why are Toney's Cattle bought and sold While they are butchering old Tony flears For more such Bargains smells with both his ears Toney hir'd Arn for to cut 's own Throat Arn was cunning did but half the Joke Yet kept his Money and remain'd his Debter And promis'd him the Lives of some were better Tho Tony's sides have several Teer of holes He lusts after Bodies as the Devil after Souls For if e'er this Trade of Papist-hanging's ended He 'll bring in Presbyter and Independent Both Care and Curtis Smith and pillor'd Ben After the best he 'l hang the worst of men All that his Pate hath drawn in to support him He 'll hang them all if Fate do ever thwart him Both Lords and Evidence that 's now for him Nay perhaps his Grace who now he 's making K. Or those who all this prosecution commence He can hang them with the same Evidence Should he have liv'd till such a Change broke To save himself he would have hang'd us both He 's such a Knave and They such silly Elves When he has a mind he 'l make 'em hang themselves Bedlow Heart Blood and Wounds would he have hang'd up Bedlow Oh that my Lady Mother did but know That cursed Cannibal had I liv'd two years longer I 'de have hang'd him that rotten damn'd Whoremonger Let 's out of Hell the Porter we can bribe We 'll bring him Tony's Soul or some of that damn'd Tribe We 'll tell the King that Tony is the cause Of all this Plotting and subverting Laws That Tony is so treacherous and so apish That he 's the Head of all the plotting Papists For 't was his Plot and none but he contriv'd it And he 's the Rogue that ever since reviv'd it Each Prison round the Town he searches duly For Evidence to reeommend to Rowly But takes such pains to teach each t'others Chapter As a man to make a Spaniel Dog a Setter Which must impeach Bishop and Judges too And all that for the King withstand his Crew The Courtiers he corrupts till they 're discarded Then by his Tribe for him they must be guarded While he sits at the Helm to guide Sedition All legal Laws he counts meer Superstition He sits environ'd round with Brother-Vipers Who imitates his Nods like Scotch Bag-pipers Pendent and Biter and Mare-frigging Quaker Keep time Tony that brave Law Bear-baiter For he united them to stand together ' Gainst all that 's Lawful Loyal or whatever That 's direct opposition to the Crown To pull the Bishop and Monarchy down But he illustrates his grave Dispute By quaint Objections coyn'd against the Duke ' Gainst him his Bristles hath long time stood snarling Yet cannot spit his Poyson beyond Sterling Could he wrench out that Pillar of the State He thinks the rest would fall in 's hands by fate What a graceful Noll old Tony then would make Just like a Monkey he 'd become the Throne His Court Buffoons and Pugs of the same Spawn Then Tony would be sure that all 's his own Could he perswade the King to sell his Brother He 'd never break his Brains to find another To keep Sedition and support the State Tony himself would be Legitimate Le ts give the King this Caution for 't is true That he in time may do what 's best to do With that a thundring noise their Contract broke The Den was darkn'd with infernal Smoke