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A short history of the English rebellion compiled in verse by Marchamont Nedham, and formerly extant in his weekly Mercurius pragmaticus.
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Nedham, Marchamont, 1620-1678.
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1661
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Wing N404; ESTC R9621
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you for your Mutinies Feasts Covenants and Drumming No Puritan no Popish Priest Nor Prot'stant now shall be Nor Law but to live as we list 'T is Heaven thus to be free Could Babylons great King now sit In Counsel with our Nation He were the only Man to fit Us with a Reformation The glorious Golden-Idol then Might shine in each Dominion Both Factions and their Brethren Would soon be one-opinion Away thou Pagan-Cavalier This God must not be thine But for the Saints at Westminster Whose souls are more divine Live drink and laugh our Worthies may And kindly take their fills The Subjects must their reckonings pay The King must pass their Bills No Princes now but they the Crown Is vanisht with our Quiet Nor will they let us use our own Devotions and Diet. All Plums the Prophets Sons desie And Spice-broths are too hot Treason's in a December-Pye And Death within the Pot. Christmas farewel thy day I fear And merry-days are done So they may keep Feasts all the year Our Saviour shall have none O happy Nation heretofore When Seas our Walls have been Unhappy now we see no shore But are all Sea within Factions like Billows rage and toss And Death mounts ev'ry Wave Yet in this Storm we are so cross We will no Pilot have Just such a Tempest seiz'd upon Blest Paul the Scripture says When he had seen no Sun nor Moon Nor Stars for many days Our Sun and Moon no beams create Our Stars disperst we see Such as was his will be our Fate We must all shipwrackt be A glorious Prince this Parliament The King should be did swear But now we understand they meant In Heaven and not here Let them invade the Throne and part His Crown and vote his Fate Yet know in each true Noble Heart He keeps his Chair of State Princes may be like other Men Imprisoned and kept under A while as fire in clouds but then At length appear in Thunder And as in hidden Caves the wind Sad tremblings doth create So Monarchs by their own confin'd Cause Earthquakes in the State Farewel the Glory of our Land For now the Free-born Blades Our Lives and our Estates command And ride us all like Jades Faith and Religion bleeding lie And Liberty grows faint No Gospel but pure Treachery And Treason make the Saint Oh! 't is a heavenly Cause I trow Which first baptiz'd the Round-head In Noble Strafford's Blood but now Must on the Kings be founded Yet know that Kings are Gods on Earth And those which pull them down Shall find it is no less than Death To tamper with a Crown 'T is true as Harry Martin said The Scots away must pack The Cov'nant shall aside be laid Like an Old Almanac Come then and buy my New true New New Almanac most true Such Accidents of State to shew The like no Age ere knew Since that we lost our King and Laws Since Jealousies and Fears Since Peace pure Truth and this Foul Cause It is full seven years Poor CHARLES pursu'd in Forty one Vnking'd in Forty seven The Eighth will place him on his Throne In Earth or else in Heaven Three Kingdoms brought to a fine pass Whilst that our Saviours Rule The Country is become an Ass The City but a Mule Each Vniversity now pines The Church may hang and rot They banish all our true Divines The Lawyers too must trot Come Sirs more Sacks unto the Mill More Taxes more Free-quarter 'T is fit our Laws be your bare Will And the Excise our Charter God speed the Plough plague Rooks and Crows And send us years more cheap For I am sure whoever sows The Houses mean to reap Money the Soul of Man and Wit But yet no Saint of mine While th' Houses vote and Synod sit Thou ne're shalt want a Shrine Reforming is a dull Device Dreads nought but strife and rage Thou putt'st us into Paradice And bring'st the Golden Age. Thou art Religion God and all That we may call Divine Thy Temple is Westminster-Hall And all our Priests are thine Tush tell not us the way to Heav'n Thou juggling Clergy-Elf That sett'st the World at six and seven's Money is Heav'n it self Betwixt those Atheists feign'd of old And ours there is no odds For both this one opinion hold That Fear did first make Gods Hell now is thought an idle Dream To fright Men from their Crimes Religion but a crafty Theam Made to Bug-bear the Times The Bible and great Babels Whore May both together burn For the Religious Fit is o're Now they have serv'd their turn Only one Text may scape their hands Since they have ta'en such pains To lay their Lords in Iron Bands And bind their Kings in Chains Copernicus thy learned skill We praise since we have found The truth for now doth Hea'vn stand still Whilst that the Earth runs round See how the Wheel of Providence Back Old Confusion brings Cashires us once of a Prince To plague's with Petty Kings They say the Saints all rule must take And others must have none Their Privilege it is to make A Foot-stool of the Throne The Laws o' th Land say Charles must reign And Conscience pleads his Cause But Conscience is a thing most vain Their Gospel eats up Laws Never such Rebels have been seen As since we led this Dance So we may feast let Prince and Queen Beg a-la-mode-de-France Let Conscience pine and cry 't is strange Wee 'll say 't is bravely done To make the King take in Exchange A Dungeon for a Throne Away with Justice Laws and Fear When Men resolve to rise Brave Souls must scorn all Scruples where A Kingdom is the Prize Then let us what our Labours gain Enjoy and bless our Chance Like Kings let 's domineer and reign Thus a-la-mode-de-France King and no King was once a Play Or Fable on the Stage But see it is become this day The Moral of our Age. Newcastle was the first best Scene Then Holmby Hampton-Court Next from a Palace to a Den Translated to make sport Each State-Buffoon a part did take Some plaid the Fool some Knave But still the Plot was laid to make Their King a Royal Slave Brave Actors we admire your skill Your Play none understands Yet make an Exit when you will We all shall clap our hands At Westminster two wond'rous Beasts This day are to be seen Call'd Liberty and Privilege GOD save the King and Queen Say Monsters strange what kin are ye To Tygers or the Lion For shame boast not your Pedigree From the sweet Sons of Zion This Libertie first whelpt the Cause The Cause then lay at lurch To gull the City damn the Laws And quite cashire the Church But Privilege O monstrous Thing Eats up poor Cavaliers Feeds on the Gentry and the King But next have at the Peers Once more the Kingdom lies at Stake No matter then who wins Two Schismaticks the Wagers make And now the Game begins The Scots and Sects two Godly Cheats
Debar both Ace and Sice To rook each other with fine Feats They both bring in false Dice The first throws for the Covenant Next who shall rule and sway For Jocky now doth swear and rant He 'll have no more soul play The Sectaries cry'd Have at all When first the Dice were thrown But rather than the Scots shall brawl They 'll part stakes in the Crown The Devils reign is short though fierce Then let our Music sound The Drawers all the Hogsheads pierce And make the Healths go round Here 's a Health to the King in Sack To the Houses in Small-Beer In Vineger to th' crabbed Pack Of Priests at Westminster Next to revive our fainting States Fill out some Aqua vitae 'T were pity on the Bridge such Pates Should meet in a Committee Let 's water th' Royal Plants with Tears Of rich divine Canary Drink on Cav'liers t' all Loyal Peers Then end with Charles and Mary Full forty thousand Scots by Vote Must visit us e're long Brave Army sure when ev'ry Scot Is forty thousand strong Though th' Houses have deserv'd these plagues GOD keep our Nation free Like Egypt let not us by Rags And Vermin conquer'd be For shame for shame call home your King With Honour let him treat His Nature is without a sting His Motto To forget Return return Disloyal Crue Of Men forsworn if not Rather than thus we 'll stoop to you We 'll Idolize the Scot. Come Mahomet thy Turn is next Now Gospel's out of date The Alcoran may prove Good Text In our new Turkish-State Thou dost unto thy Priests allow The sin of full four Wives Ours scarce will be content with now Five Livings and nine Lives Thy Saints and ours are all alike Their Vertues flow from Vice No Bliss they do believe and seek But an Earthly Paradice A Heav'n on Earth they hope to gain But we do know full well Could they their glorious ends attain This Kingdom must be Hell From Prison now return the King The Queen and Prince from France For Chosen Charles the Welsh-men sing And stoutly lead the Dance The Scotch-Bag-Pipes the Pulpit-Drums And Priests sound high and big Once more the Cause and Cov'nant comes To shew's a Scotish Jig The Irish will a Voyage take To join their force in one And whilst they frisk a Galliard make The Houses sing O Hone. Three Kingdoms thus must dance the Hay But ere the Members run We 'll see they shall the Music pay And then the Dance is done Seven years by phrentic Votes and Fits Our Worthies bore command Then did they run out of their Wits But now out of the Land No more shall they the City ride Like a fine Golden Ass The Navy's rigg'd with Wind and Tide They stay but for a Pass But if they linger long behind And keep their King in Bands I 'll undertake it shall be sign'd By a hundred thousand Hands For prosp'rous Gales then on the Deep Let their Priests prate and pray By Order and at Margarets keep An Humiliation-day The Factious now each other rout With Jealousies and Fear The Independents face about The rest cry Aâ— you were The Presbyters put forth their Horns To guard their Goods and Homes The She-Militia likewise scorns Their Cocks should lose their Combs Then toll I pray the Passing-Bell For our new State-Committee These monstrous Votes which made them swell Are cow'd down by the City Sweet John-a-Nokes and John-a-Styles And worshipful Jack-Straws Of both the Junto's leave your Wiles And give 's our King and Laws Betwixt two thieves our Saviour once Suffer'd for us and di'd So 'twixt two thievish Factions Our King is crucifi'd Caesar not Christ the ancient Jews Paid tribute of their Treasure Our Jews no King but Christ will chuse And rob and cry down Caesar Now for the King the zealous Kirk ' Gainst th' Independent bleats When as alass their only wirk Is to renew old Cheats If they can sit vote what they list And crush the new States down Then up go They but neither Christ Nor King shall have his own The Pox the Plague and each Disease Are cur'd though they invade us But never look for Health and Peace If once Presbyt'ry jade us When ev'ry Priest becomes a Pope Then Tinkers and Sow-gelders May if they can but ' scape the Rope Be Princes and Lay-Elders If once the Kirk-men pitch their Tents Without our Assembly-Asses Synods will eat up Parliaments Courts be devour'd by Classes Look to 't ye Gentry else be Slaves To Slaves that can't abide ye Though ye have been cow'd down by Knaves Oh! let not Fools now ride ye But sev'n years of a thousand 't is Our Saints must Rulers be So they shall lose in years of bliss Nine hundred ninety three No more then let those Rabbies trust Unto the Revelation For their Interpreter is Lust And Pride makes Application Religion but a Pack-horse is To carry on Designes The Bible like a Juglers Box Us'd by our State-Divines Texts are tormented one by one Like Votes now here now there Thus Hocus-Pocus is out-done By them at Westminster The Banes are askt the Marriage next Goes forward in the City For now the Match is made betwixt Them and the State-Committee Thou Strumpet London tell not us Of Babel any more If from thy King thou partest thus Thou art the greater Whore Thy Bags their Portion now are meant As well as Crown and Church But when that all is gone and spent They 'll leave thee in the lurch Thou Bawd of Treason then for all Thy cursed Fornication Thou and thy Priestly Panders shall Be Carted through the Nation The Market's made the King shall treat They say and buy his own But is not this a very Cheat. To set the price a Crown Alas the Members run by rote And shew us many a Feat Thus all the year they 'll vote unvote For Money Cloaths and Meat 'T is fit that they uphold their Trades What ere Malignants speak So they can thrive the City-Jades Their Backs and Necks may break Poor What d' lack small gains can show With many an empty Shelf The House spoils Shops 't is Aye and No That brings in all the Pelf Rebellion makes our Nation bleed With fresh Alarms we see But yet it is not well agreed Who must the Rebel be The Round-head first the Rebel was If truth be in the Laws Till Treason did for Gospel pass To bolster up the Cause The thriving Cause with high disdain In Fortunes full Career Throws Rebel in the face again Of King and Cavalier Thus Prosp'rous mischief makes it good Against all Law and Reason Not to spill Royal Loyal Blood But to be conquer'd 's Treason Five months ago our mighty States Were pleas'd to vote No King But two months since to act new Cheats Their Votes the Changes ring 'T is time the Bells of Westminster Chime Backwards and retire To quench the Flame when as we hear The Kingdom 's all on fire