Wight Gape gape for Peace poor Countrymen The Members mean to treat And we shall see fair play agen When they no more can cheat The King shall come to Westminster It may be to his Grave Or of a glorious Prince must there Be made a Royal Slave But 't were more wise to let him reign Out of his Peoples sight For fear he should bring Peace again And put them in a fright Sure Martin lay in of a Clap And Say himself did dote The Devil too wore a sick Cap When th' Houses past this Vote Come let us live and laugh away The follies of this age Treason breeds care we 'll sing and play Like birds within a cage Fetters are th' onely favors now The Houses give we see And since the King them wears I vow 'T were baseness to be free Then let us all our sorrows drown In Sack and merry Glee Ye Citizens of London-town What jolly Slaves are we For Common-prayer ye have Excise Free-quarter too is coming To pay 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 onely man to sit 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 Subâ—ects 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 Stafford'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 then Death To tamper with a Crown 'T is true as Harry Martin said The Scots away must pack The Cov'nant shall a side be laid Like an Old Almanack Come then and buy my New true New New Almanack 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 Poul Cause It is full seven years Poor Charles pursu'd in Forty one Unking'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 University 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 Godspeed 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'er 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'a Thou juggling Clergy-Elf That sett ' if the world at six and sev'n 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'er Now they have serv'd their turn Onely 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 Heav'n stand still Whilst that the Earth runs round See how the Wheel of Providence Back Old Confusion brings Cashires us once more of a Prince To plague's with Petty Kings They say the Saints all rule must take And others must have none Their Priviledge 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 We '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. 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certainly on Sunday but he will be sure to feast on Friday His opinion has turned his zeal into madness and distraction and out of his blind and uncharitable pride censures and scorns others as Reprobates or out of obstinacy fills the world with brawlings about undeterminable Tenents and being once elated with the pride of his Faction doth so contemn all others that he does infringe the Laws of humane society He 's a saint of the new Translation or if you please a sainted Salamander that lives in the flames of Zeal A stubble-goose that hath fed high in this Harvest of Reformation the prime Gandee of the factions flock An Apocryphal piece of University-Mummery a holy Pick-lock that can open mens consciences and pick the purse of the City with ease and dexterity A Gun-powder Politician that loves to make Fire-works for the destruction of the Loyalist A Divine Squib-crack The meek man of God or the hypocrite in grain An University-Canker-worm A grievons Plunderer of the saints in Church-windows A right Pharisaical Jew one that will compass sea and land to make a Proselyte A pious Pulpit-Cuffer A deadly spit-fire Such a stubborn lump of sanctified flesh that you may as soon perswade the Scot to forsake his craft the Jew his avarice or the Pope St. Peters Chair as the Presbyter to leave off his Fanatick Whimsies In fine he is so much Knave that 't is nonsence to call him Fool. I could make it appear how all seditions almost and rebellions in Scotland have been set a foot or fomented by this Government Presbyterian how neighborly Feuds have been encreased and entertained how monies collected for the relief and support of Geneva were by the chief Gamaliels and Presbyters interverted employed to raise and pay souldiers to aid and assist the Earl of Bothwel and his complices in Rebellion against the King I fear I have wearied you already the subject is everlasting and I am weary of it If I should give account of the late practises and tenets of this late Covenant it were possible to let you see that it hath far exceeded all the mischiefs ever their forefathers did although they tread in the same footsteps To shut up all give me leave in the close to give the Articles of their Apostatical Creed inconsistent with Monarchy which they hold as the twelve Articles of the Apostolical Symbole I will touch onely the prime of those for their other Articles they are so many and of so vast an extent abounding in Negatives that as King James saith well He that would keep them is not able to retain them in his brain but must keep them in a Table-book The Articles of the Dogmatical Presbyterian Faith inconsistent with Monarchy Their Dogmatical Creed 1. THey preach and maintain that the Church is the house of God the civil policy and Government are onely the hangings 2. Next they believe all Ministers are pari consortio honoris potestatis praediti that there must be a parity in the Church Joyn these two together and you have a fair way for Democracy 3. They vindicate to themselves and their Consistory a soveraign compleat universal independent power in all things spiritual that concern salvation they have not onely the directive power but the Legislative also and all temporal things in order to salvation and religion come within the verge of their Scepter All soveraign power wheresoever you fix it whether in one as in a Monarchy or in few as in an Aristocracy or in many or all by vicissitudinary turns have onely the Executive power to do as they command and is bound to preserve by its power Laws and Arms their sacred and Coelestial priviledges and soveraignty 4. Whatsoever Laws civilly enacted by King or Parliament they conceive to be against the Laws of the Kingdom of Christ by their native proper intrinsecal right immediately derived from Christ they may repeal and make void discharge the subject to obey them They may decree not onely different Laws of their own from the standing Laws of the Kingdom but contrary contradictory and destructive of them And have withal so much co-active power that if obedience be denyed to the Laws of this soveraignty they can destroy the Souls of the subjects by delivering them over to Satan 5. No Minister preaching in Pulpit sedition or treason or railing at King Council the prime Judges is accountable or punishable by King Parliament Council or any Judicatory whatsoever but from all he may appeal to the Sanhedrim and Consistory as the sole and proper competent Judge 6. What Corroboration or civil Confirmation or Sanction they demand of the King which he is able to do civilly for they will give him no formal interest in any sacred or religious thing he is bound to grant it and to obey them as Christs immediate Vicegerents otherwise they may excommunicate him 7. Reformation and preservation of Religion especially to prescribe the way and orders for reformation is solely theirs 8. The King is bound to put their orders in execution but if neither He nor his Council nor his Parliament will do it the inferior Judges the Nobles the Commons nay every individual man to his utmost power at their direction are bound to do it 9. That they may without warrant of supreme authority assemble where and when they will for God and Christs cause and for the liberty and peace of subject and Kingdom in ordine ad spiritualia and there they may covenant together swear and subscribe for the glory of God the advancement of Religion and conspire and combine in a mutual defence one of another in this holy Cause and League 10. They teach and maintain that all soveraignty and Majesty in a King is originally immediately and properly derived from the Community and that onely by way of a fiduciary trust so that it is habitually and radically still in the people and the King hath no greater portion or proportion then he hath by the first popular fundamental constitution And in case of deficiency the collective body may supply in Church or State the defects of his Government For male-administration the King is censurable for ernormous errours he is deposable and they may disinherit his posterity 11. That a defensive War is lawful against a bad King or a weak King seduced by malignant counsel 12. They may oppose and resist all his Officers and Commissioners by force and violence if they come to execute his illegal commands and if he will be so obstinate that he will come in arms against these good Christians they resist not his authority but his will not his office but his person Besides their practise upon these grounds is to bring all cases all causes under their cognition and judgement sub formalitate scandali by which the King is robbed of his sacred prerogative the Judges of their authority and all subjects of their right and quiet The rest of their extravagant Maximes inconsistent with Monarchy and
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 March 14. 1648. Call'd Liberty and Priviledge GOD save the King and Queen Say Monsters strange what kin are ye To Tygers or the Lyon For shame boast not your Pedigree From the sweet Sons of Zion This Liberty first whelpt the Cause The Cause then lay at lurch To gull the City damn the Laws And quite cashire the Church But Priviledge 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 foul play The Sectaries cry'd Have at all When first the Dice were thrown But rather then the Scots shall brawle They 'll part stakes in the Crown The Devils reign is short though fierce Then let our Musick 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 Vinegar 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 ere 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 Crew Of men forsworn if not Rather then 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 Cosen 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 jon 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 Musick pay And then the Dance is done Seven years by phrentick 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 Factions now each other rout With Jealousies and Fear The Independents face about The rest cry As you were The Presbyters put forth their Horns To guard their Goods and Homes The She-Militia likewise scorns Their Cocks should loose 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 Whenas alas their onely 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 With 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 loose 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 Jugglers 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' ye 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 June 20. 1648. 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 whenas we heat The Kingdom 's all on fire But yet it seems they make a stand And cry it is no matter What need they care for Fire on Land Whose Journey lies by Water GOD send them Ships fair Winds and Tide With Passage quick and good Or else I fear to scourge our pride They 'll swim through Seas of Blood The Holy War goes on apace Yet brings the Saints no Pay In triumph now they ne'er say Grace But onely Fast and Pray They many an hungry Conquest get But no Thanksgiving Dinners The City knows they scorn to eat With Publicans and Sinners The Members cannot spare one Meal Their Bags lie seal'd in Town What though they broke the Kings great Seal They 'll not undo their own The Country bids them starve or hang They 'll be no more kept under The Cavaliers will soundly bang Them all and spoile their Plunder Reformation thou Stalking-Horse Of our Hip-shotten State Th' Appendix of the Publick Purse And Midwife of our Fate 'T was Thou and Beldame-Conscience first That set the world a madding And you your selves like Cain accurst Have ever since been gadding Pox take th' unlucky Cause for me It is a wild Vagary The Bane of Boon society For that first rais'd Canary Poor Sinners now must snap a crust Ye deadly sev'n farewel For since y' are all Excis'd we must Pay dear to purchase Hell What though the Factions are agreed The Kingdom still to cheat Do what they can it is decreed The King shall come and treat Come from the Dungeon to the Throne Great Charles and quell the rage Of th' Iron world with Thee alone Revives the Golden Age. Those very Saints which joy'd thy Fall And said thy day was done Will now like Persian-Pagans all Adore the Rising-Sun No more wrapt up in Clouds remain Secluded from the Nation May Thou and Thine shine bright and reigâ—… A Glorious Constellation It is decreed Great Prince thy Fate Shall check their damned Plots Though London jade it for the State And bandies at the Scots The Presbyters now fain would ride And shew us t' other Feat Therefore to quell the Saints high pride They say the King shall treat Were he in their hands the Town 's their own The Houses too must work To vote the Independents down And mount the Rascal Kirk Away ye juggling palty Crew Of well-affected Knaves Rather then free your Sov'raign you Your selves will live like Slaves Stand to 't ye Lords we 'll stand to you And clip the Commons wings Let not the Lev'ling Rascal-Crew Thus domineer like Kings The Lower is the Upper-House And hath been so seven years Your Votes they value not a Lowse Ye Antichristian Peers They give you many a Ratling Peal And bait you one by one For should a Treaty take their Zeal And Saintships are undone My Lords of Gotam not of Greece Your wisdoms I shall sing And sell you all for pence apiece If you reject your King No Camel like the London breed To drudge pray pay and feast In Body and in Purse to bleed O 't is a patient Beast If you 'll needs pray pray stay at home Tell GOD your sad condition 'T is Popish to the Saints to come And put up your Petition This wondrous Idol of the States The Stomach hath of Bell Like Moloch it Mankind doth eat And quick devours like Hell As th' Horse-Leech Give it ever cries And rages like the Dragon As the old Serpent it is wise But it must fall like Dagon Would you know why the Plague hath ceas't These last sev'n years now spent Because GOD knows no greater Pest Than this same Parliament 1648. How many thousands hath it swept Of Bodies Souls and Gold King Church and People none except Have all been bought and sold Our merry Pipes for Trumpets shrill Our Tabers chang'd to Drums Princes are brav'd by Jack and Gill Wat Tilers and Tom Thums 'T is time those Bags which caus'd the War Should make the War to cease For the States Musick is to jar But our best Musick 's Peace Now shall the King enjoy his own And that new Vertue Treason Whereby the Saints do claim the Crown Be baffled with high Reason Great Charles thy Vertues I desire Not Solomons nor his Stores For who can tell most to admire His Wisdom or his Whores His Vices so eclips'd his Grace That wranglers cannot tell Whether as yet they may him place In Heaven or in Hell But all that was in him Divine And more to Thee is giv'n That where so many Graces shine A Prison must be Heav'n Another Blow will not the Scot And Loyal English do Sure Jove himself is of the Plot An Independent too Is he a King and will he see Rebels assault the Crown Had they but hands to reach 't is he Should next resigne his own Is he a God and shall this Tribe Go on as they begin Atheists will say They do him bribe For Priviledge to sin If these be Saints 't is vain indeed To think there 's Good or Evil The world will soon be of this Creed No God no King no Devil Of all those Monsters which we read In Africk Inde or Nile None like to those now lately bred Within this wretched Isle The Cannibal the Tygre fell Croc'dile and Sycophant The Turk the Jew and Infidel Make up an English Saint By these were Lisle and Lucas crown'd Two Worlds both great and good For Men Arts Arms were all nere drown'd I' th' Deluge of their blood The Trump of Fame's too low and weak That of the General Doom Is onely fit their praise to speak The World to be their Tomb. The Treaty holds and some men are Convinc'd the Wars will cease Fond Folk To think the Men of War Will e'er endure a Peace Go bid the Scot quit English Ground The Swede the German Air Holland obey the Spanish Crown The Pope leave Peter's Chair Woo the great States-man to his Grave Preach