set 'em free Fearing the giddy Mobile Now all is turning upside down Loud Murmurings in every Town VVe've Foes abroad and Foes at home Armies and Fleets against us come The Protestants do laugh the while And the Dissenters sneerand smile But no assistance either sends They 're neither Enemies nor Friends Now pray conclude what must be done Consult your Oracle of ROME For next fair VVind before they come LAMPOONS Over the Lord D rs Door UNhappy Age and we in it VVhen Truth doth go for Treason Every Blockhead's VVill for Law And Coxcombs Sense for Reason Religion 's made a Band of State To serve the Pimps and Panders Our Liberty a Prison Gate And Irish-men Commanders O wretched is our Fate VVhat dangers do we run VVe must be wicked to be great And to be Just undone 'T is thus our Sovereign keeps his word And makes the Nation Great To Irish-men he trusts the Sword To Jesuites the State. Over the Lord S rys Door IF Cecil the VVise From the Grave should arise And look his fat Beast in the Face He 'd take him from Mass And turn him to Grass And swear he was none of his Race To the Speaking-Head I 'M come my future Fate to seek Speak then Coelestial Blockhead speak Answer Had'st thou not consulted with the VVitch at Rome Theu need'st not thus like Saul to Endor come To seek out Brother Solid-head thy doom The Hearts of all thy Friends are gone Gazing they stand and grieving round thy Throne And scarce believe thou art the Martyrs Son. Those whom thou favourest merit not thy Grace They to their Interest Sacrifice thy Peace And will in sorrow make thee end thy days Tempt not thy Fate too far do not rely On force or fraud why should'st thou Monarch why Live unbelov'd and unlamented dye The Ghost A Papist dy'd as 't was Jchovah's will And his poor Soul went trudging down to Hell VVhere when he did arrive just at the Entry He found a Mastive Devil standing Centry VVith flaming Eyes and Face as black as Soot A Musqueteer with a great Cleven Foot And who goes there I a poor Papist Ghost That 's come to dwell upon the Stygian Coast Stay where you are and do not press so hard For I must call the Captain of the Guard He gave me Orders to let none come in But only such as should have leave from him The Captain call'd accordingly came forth A Devil of integrity and worth VVho all in noblest Scarlet being drest VVith a most delicate fine embroyder'd Vest He asks the Ghost with a great voice as loud As mighty Thunder breaking from a Cloud VVhat was the business Sir I 'm come to dwell If you will please to give me leave in Hell. Damn you you whorson Dog said he to him I love my Master and you shan't come in For if above you Eat your God I fear Should you come in you 'd eat the Devil here A Dialogue between a Loyal Addressor and a Blunt Whiggish Clown UNgratefull wretch Canst thou pretend a cause To fear the loss of Liberty and Laws Has not the King been at a vast expence To raise the gallant Troops in thy Defence Did he not promise in a Proclamation To rule by Law at 's Coronation Clown But has he not already damn'd the Test And sure that Princes word is but a jest VVho rules an Army and obeys a Priest Nor can his solemn Oath make us much safer His Sword is Steel his God is but a VVafer The Hierogliphick COme Painter take a Prospect from this Hill And on a well-spread Canvas shew thy Skills Draw all in Colours as they shall appear And as they stand in merit place them there Draw as the Heralds do a spacious Field And as directed so let that be fill'd First draw a Popish Army brisk and gay Fighting and beat destroy'd and run away Then draw a Hearse and let it stand in view The Mourners more far more than they 'r in shew Cursing their Fate their Stars and in that fear Shew if thou canst how these damn'd Sots prepare To run or stay and skulk in holes alone By them this Motto Gallows claim thy own Now to the Life let thy brisk Pencil shew Distinctly what they are and what 's their due Now draw a croud of Priests prepar'd to run Like broken Merchants when their stock is gone Some howling out their Prayers forget and say Save us St. Ketch Are all our Saints away Draw 'em in hurry running to and fro Posting to Dover Portsmouth Tyburn too Next draw a croud of Lords This Label by The great Design is lost Alas they cry who 'd serve a Cause of such curst destiny Now draw four Priests shew how they Rome adore And each Man's Scarf hang to be seen before Two brace of Bishops fallen to despair Arm'd Cap-a-pe but running God knows where Now shew the Judges and with them thy Skill That all who see it done may say 'T is well In Caps and Gowns as they in order sate 'Twixt Heaven and Earth do thou them elevate For their grave Noddles can dispence with that Now draw the little Rogues the scoundrel Crew Knights Knaves Beggars they must have their due Gadbury Butler ay and R too Amidst this croud on a fit spot of Land To crown the Work let a large Gallows stand All trembling by arm'd with their guilt and fears Kneel to this Image and pour out their Prayers And thén dye by Suffocation To the respective Judges DIgnisi'd things may I your leaves implore To kiss your hands and your high heads adore Judges you are but you are something more May I draw near and with rough-hew'd Pen Give a small draught of you the worst of Men Tell of your Merits and your mighty Skill And how your Charms all Courts of Justice fill Your Laws far stronger than the Commons Votes So finely flows from your Dispensing Throats What Rome will ask you must not her deny If Hell command you too you must comply There 's none but you would in this cause combine Things made like Men but-act like Brutes and Swine Law Books are trash a Student he 's a drudge Learn to say Yes he 's an accomplish'd Judge He wins the Scarlet Robe and wears it too Ay and deserves it well for more 's his due All that compleats a Traytor dwells in you Thus you like Villains to the Benches get And in defiance to the Laws you sit And all base actions that will please commit There must you toil for Rome and also try Your Irish Sense and Cobweb Policy Compleat your Crimes and then you 'r fit to die True Loyal Babes Pimps to the Church of Rome Tresilian's Heirs Heirs to his crimes and doom Was ere the Hall fill'd up with such a Brood All dipt in Treason Villanies or Blood Worse than Fanatick Priests for they being prest By a wise Prince Preach'd to Repeal the Test Then here 's the difference 'twixt you
like our Money come the most in play For being base and of a coarse allay The richest Medals and the purest Gold Of native value and exactest mold By worth conceal'd in private Closets shine For vulgar use too precious and too fine Whilst Tin and Copper with new stamping bright Coins of base Metal counterfeit and light Do all the business of the Nations turn Rais'd in Contempt us'd and employ'd in Scorn So shining Vertues are for Courts too bright Whose guilty Actions fly their searching light Rich in themselves disdaining to aspire Great without pomp they willingly retire Give place to Fools whose rash misjudging sence Increases the weak Measures of their Prince Prone to admire and flatter him in ease They study not his good but how to please They blindly and implicitly run on Nor see those dangers which the others shun Who slow to act each business duly weigh Advise with Freedom and with Care obey With Wisdom fatal to their Interest strive To make their Monarch lov'd and Nation thrive Such have no place where Priests and Women reign Who love fierce Drivers and a looser Rein. To the Haters of Popery by what Names or Titles soever dignified or distinguished THus 't was of old then Israel felt the rod When they obey'd their Kings and not their God When they went whoreing after other Loves To worship Idols in new planted Groves They made their Gods of Silver Wood and Stone And bow'd and worship't them when they had done And to compleat their sins in every way They made 'em things call'd Priests Priests did I say A Crew of Villains more prophane than they Hence sprung that Romish Crew first spawn'd in hell Who now in vice their Pedagogues excel Their Church consists of vicious Popes the rest Are whoring Nuns and bawdy Bugg'ring Priests A Noble Church dawb'd with Religious Paint Each Priest's a Stallion every Rogue 's a Saint Come you that Loath this Brood this murthering Crew Your Predecessors well their mercies knew Take courage now and be both bold and wise Stand for your Laws Religion Liberties You have the odds the Law is still your own They 're but your Traitors therefore pull 'em down They struck with fear for to destroy your Laws There raving mad you see they fix their paws Because from them they fear their fatal fall And by them Laws they know you 'll hang 'em all Then keep your Laws the Penal and the rest And give your Lives up e're you give the Test And thou great Church of England hold thy own Force you they may otherwise give up none Robbers and Thieves must count for what they 've done Let all thy mighty pillars now appear Zealous and brave void both of hate and fear That Popish Fops may grin lie cheat and whine And curse their Faith while all admire thine And thou Brave Oxford Cambridge and the rest Great Hough and Fairfax that durst beard the Beast Let all the Just with thanks record their name On standing Pillars of immortal fame Let God arise and his Enemies perish A New Song upon the Hogen Mogen's D' ye hear the News of the Dutch dear Frank Sutterkin Hogen Herring Van Dunk That they intend to play us a Prank Sutterkin Hogen Herring Van Dunk Van Dunk Hogen Mogen Hogen Mogen Sutterkin Hogen Herring Hogen Mogen Hogen Mogen c. But if they boldly dare come ashore Sutterkin c. Some may repent themselves full sore Sutterkin c. Hogen Mogen For the brave English Irish and Scotch Sutterkin c. Will in their Guts make such a hotch-potch Sutterkin c. Hogen Mogen c. Better they 'd stuck to the Herring Trade Sutterkin c. For in Pickle themselves shall be laid Sutterkin c. Hogen Mogen c. What though they have laid their Heads together Sutterkin c. No Orange can thrive if 't prove bad weather Sutterkin c. Hogen Mogen c. Wo be to them if Dartmouth the Great Sutterkin c. Should fall upon them with his whole Fleet Sutterkin c. Hogen Mogen c. Pass not Port Bay for fear it should Freeze Sutterkin c. For then I fack your Orange we 'll squeze Sutterkin c. Hogen Mogen c. To the King 's most Excellent Majesty The humble Address of the Master Poet Laureat and other the Catholick and Protestant Dissenters Rhymers with the rest of the fraternity of Minor Poets Inferior Versifiers and sometime of the Corporation of Parnassus sheweth THAT we your Majesties poor Slaves Your merry Beggers witty Knaves Being highly sensible how long A dull dry Prose addressing throng Has daily vext your Royal Ears With fulsom Speeches canting Prayers Unanimously think it better To Address your Majesty in Meeter GReat Sir your healing Declaration Hath cur'd a bare distemper'd Nation The godly hug it for the ease It gives to squeemish Consciences And by the Mamonists 't is made The great encouragement to Trade But we must reckon it in our Sense A gracious Poetick Licence 'T is your peculiar Excellency To Indulge Religion to a frenzy And our Religion is our fancy For which we judge 't will be a crime Not to present our thanks in time We wish all Subjects of our mind To pay like us our dues in kind That zealous Protestants would greet With Laws and Tests your Royal Feet That all would Sacrifice in course Their stubborn Consciences to yours That Academies would oppose On no pretence your Royal cause But quit the Oaths and Founders Laws And no more grudge your Souldiers Quarters That Corporations yield their Charters That Burrough Towns would chuse such Men That you shan't need send home agen That all fit Members take their Stations Such as Sir Roger and Sir Patience That your new Friends stand every where Of which we recommend one pair Honest Will Pen and Harry Care Dissenters will with all their Heart-a Vote for a Gospel Magna Charta Your Judges too will over awe The poor dead Letter of the Law Your high Commissioners from whom The obstinate receive their doom For trusty Catholicks make room Onely one trusty pair of th' Nation Would bind the power of Dispensation For which we 'll rate the Rogues agen With second part of Hind and Pan We 'll Rhyme 'em into better manners And make them lowr their Paper Banners Nor is it all that we will do We Sir will pray like Poets too May our great God Apollo bless you May June bless the budding Issue May you attempt no Enemies To skirmish with but Butter-flies Nor Eternize your martial Arms But in mock Seige and false Alarms May you live long see peacefull days May we live to sing your praise And after all may you inherit The Over-plus of the Saints merit To the King 's Most Excellent Majesty The Humble Address of the Atheists or the Sect of the Epicureans GREAT SIR SINCE Men of all Factions and Misperswasions of Religion have
whose Character has always been A Fawning Dutchess and a Sawcy Queen How canst thou suffer Petre's Insolence Who only makes a harvest of his Prince A Slave to Rule Three Kingdoms Govern Thee Yet ne're was Master of a Family This Serpent envying thy Happiness Has crept into thy Eve whose wilfulness Has certainly betray'd thy Paradise Discerning Hallifax thy fall soresaw And early did his slighted Faith withdraw He needs no pardon for the advice he gave Which shews him honester than some that have Under the Rose men use their mind to tell But now Myne-Heir 't is under the Broad-Seal O Nassaw with thy promis'd Succours come And be to us like Anthony to Rome Thy Wise shall young Octavia's place supply And those that have betray'd our Country fly Unless the King to prove the Prince his own Shall to the Lyon's-Den present his Son And if the Royal Brute do not destroy The Infant by Christ 't is his none Joy. The VISION 'T Was at an hour when busie Nature lay Dissolv'd in slumbers from the noisy Day When gloomy Shades and dusky Atoms spread A darkness o're this Universal Bed And all the gaudy beam of light were fled My flutt'ring fancy ' midst this silent peace Careless of sleep and unconcern'd with ease Drew to my wandring thoughts an object near Strange in its form and in appearance rare Me-thought yet sure it cou'd not be a Dream So real all its Imperfection seem With Princely Port a stately Monarch came Airy was his mein and Noble was his frame A sullen sorrow brooded on his Brow He seem'd beneath some weighty Fate to bow Distrust and Grief upon his Eye-lids rest And shew the struggling troubles of his Breast Upon his Head a nodding Crown he wore And in his Hand a yielding Sceptre bore Forlorn and careless did his strokes appear And every motion spoke a wild Despair This mournful Scene did all my passions move And challeng'd both my pity and my love And yet I thought him by the ruins made Above my pity and beyond my aid Long did he in a pensive silence stand For sure his thoughts cou'd not his words command Too big for Speech Till sullen murmurs from his bosome flew And thus a draught of his disorders drew Almighty Powers By whose consent alone Ordain'd I did ascend the Regal Throne Led by your dark Decrees and Conduct there I as your great Vicegerent did appear Beneath my Charge whilst crowding Nations sate And bow'd and did admire my rising Fate 'T was then my Laurels fresh and blooming grew And a loud Fame of all my Glories flew My willing Subjects bless and clap the day The bravest and the best were all my Friends Whilst Faction in confusion sneak'd away At distance grinn'd but cou'd not reach their ends Such Faith unto my Promises were shown My Word they took for Oaths were useless grown My very Word compos'd their hopes and fears Sacred 't was held and all serene appears Until my Fate revers'd did backwards reel Blurr'd all my Fame and alter'd Fortune's Wheel Ye Gods Why did ye thus unconstant prove Was I the envy of th' Abodes above Or was this stately Majesty but given To be the Cheat and Flatt'ry ev'n of Heaven Can ne're a Saint implore Coelestial aid Nor yet the Virgin Goddess Intercede 'T was for her Cause engag'd I suff'ring Iye 'T was to advance her just Divinity Yes I avow the Quarrel and the Cause 'T was for my Faith and to out-cope the Laws I 'de rather be forsaken and alone Than fit a craving Monarch on a Throne Let all my cringing Slaves at distance stand Fawn on th' Invading Foe and kiss his Hand Leave me their Prince forsaken and forlorn Expos'd to all their slights and publick scorn Let after Ages judge the mighty Test Judge the Magnifie Grandure of my breast I saw my great forefather yet afore Seal all his Sacred Vows with martyr'd gore His Royal Issue branded with disgrace Saw all th' Efforts they us'd t' Exclude the Race And yet these Terrours all I dare invade Thus Conscience thus Religion does perswade I 'll stand or fall by both those Tenets still And be the second Martyr to my Will And then he stop'd his fiery Eye-balls move And thus his resisting Fate he strove And stood like Capaneus Defying Jove When strait a noise from whence it came unknown Was heard to answer in an angry tone Dye then unpity'd Prince for thus thy Fate Long since by its Decrees did antidate To such perverseness what regard is shown What Merit cou'dst thou plead to mount a Throne To thy repeated Wishes Heav'n was kind And pleas'd the wild Ambition of thy mind It put a Sceptre in thy eager Hand Yet not t' oppose the Genius of the Land If Reason cou'd not sway thy Actions here Heav'ns not oblig'd by Wonders to appear See how thy Creatures at a distance stand Skulk from thy troubles to a safer Land Those who their Beings to thy bounty own Forsake their fawning Cheats and now are gone Those who were Friends to thee and to thy Cause Bold for their Rights and for their Country's Cause Thou from thy darker Counsels did'st remove And want their aid now they refuse their love Some more imperfect founds did reach my Ear But sense return'd and day-light did appear The CONVERTS I Did intend in Rhimes Heroick To write of Converts Apostolick Describe their persons and their shames And leave the World to guess their Names But soon I thought the scoundrel Theme Was for Heroick Song too mean Their Characters we 'll then rehearse In Burlesque or in Dogrel Verse Of Earls of Lord of Knights I 'll sing That chang'd their Faith to please their King. The first an Antiquated Lord A walking Mummy in a word Moves cloath'd in Plaisters Aromatick And Flannel by the help of a Stick And like a grave and noble Peer Outlives his Sense by sixty year And what an honest Man would anger Outlives the Fort he built at Tanger By Pox and Whores long since undone Yet loves it still and fumbles on Why he 's a Favourite few can guess Some say it 's for his Ugliness For often Monsters being rare Are valued equal to the Fair For in his Mistresses kind James Loves Ugliness in its extreams But others say 't is plainly seen 'T is for the choice he madeo'th ' Queen When he the King and Nation blest With Off-spring of the House of Est A Dame whose Affability Equals her Generosity Oh! Well match'd Pair who frugally are bent To live without the aids of Parliament All this and more the Peer perform'd Then to compleat his Vertues turn'd But 't was not Conscience or Devotion The hopes of Riches or Promotion That made his Lordship first to vary But 't was to please his Daughter Mary And she to make retaliation Is full as lewd-in her Vocation The next a Caravannish Thief A lazy Mass of damn'd Rump Beef Prodigious Guts no Brains at all
Arms and the Man they sing no French fineness But hearty Blows and Brandenburg Address Hence Vigor and our Figure come agen VVe rise and walk all true erected men The force of those Circaean Caps subdu'd And the wild Charms our new Armida brew'd The witchcraft he our true Rinaldo broke And grubs the base pretenders to his stock But oh what Spirit of Deceit afar Possess'd our Pulpits and bewitch'd the Bar What Bane what Mischief on poor Mortals shed By Vermin from the Laws corruption bred Tho to their Irish Roof no Cobwebs cleave Below what strife and endless toyls they weave Wanting brave strength to strangle men to death What Frauds they hide What Venom underneath And when some shorter course to Murder 's shown Cry O that luscious Point they gain'd the Crown Sons of the Pulpit the same measures keep And of that same stumm'd Cup have drank as deep Agog for some odd transubstantiate thing Chimera reign and Metaphysick King Sublim'd to School Divinity extreams Their Brains would crow with Patriarchal Dreams So high from solid honest wisdom blown They'd have some Hippo Centaur on the Throne Not Law ordain'd but by some God appointed Not Lay-elected but by Priest-anointed Away this Goblin Witchcraft Priestcraft-Prince Give us a King divine by Law and Sense Now Bar and Pulpit to Dragoons a sport Their Cause is carried to the last Resort Princes in more compendious method teach Force is their way let old Apostles preach What 's stablish'd Law where standing Armies come Or who'll talk Gospel to a Kettle-Drum When God would hear where Giants did oppress The several Nations had their Hercules So were the Horns of grizly violence broke So People freed from tripple Geryons yoke The various Snake in Lerna Lough that bred That loll'd and hiss'd to death at every head Nemaean Lion Erymanthian Boar In Bogs that wallow and on Hills that roar All by his Godlike Prowess done away Their lawless rule and that Gigantick sway In vain whilst this high Vertue Nations sought The Nassau-House were never yet without Nor is confin'd to Provinces their care Their generous labour neighboring Kingdoms share Here the foul Herd flee from his lifted hand That long had made a Stable of the Land. The Monster of the Lough new Lerna-Plague But scarce in head the Bog-begotten Teague The ravenous kind the Harpyes sharp for prey With Birds obscene and uncouth to the day No Den no Ditch no rousting for 'em more Now now is come our Hercules ashore Vile Fraud dispell'd and superstitious Mists He from our Temple drives all knavish Priests Then warmer Wallop in due Scarlet shown To Coffee Dick bequeaths his rusty Gown Oh Dryden if this Hercules were thine How wou'd his Club and Atlas shoulders shine How wou'dst thou all our Maids of Honor fright With naughty Tale of Fifty in a night Howe'er no more let Xaviex mar thy Pen No Miracle to Forty thousand Men. When Law and bald Divinity begins Why then the marvel that a Poet sins DIALOGUE M. WHY am I daily thus perplext Why beyond Womans patience vext Your spurious Issue grow and thrive While mine are dead ere well alive If they survive a nine days wonder Suspicious Tongues aloud do thunder And streight accuse my Chastity For your damn'd Insufficiency You meet my Love with no desire My Altar damps your feeble fire Though I have infinite more Charms Than all you e'er took to your Arms. The Priest at th' Altar bows to me When I appear he bends the knee His Eyes are on my Beauties fixt His Pray'rs to Heav'n and Me are mixt Consusedly he tells his Beads Is out both when he prays and reads I travel'd farther for your Love Than Sheba's Queen I 'll fairly prove She from the South 't is said did rome And I as far from East did come But here the diff'rence does arise Though equally we sought the Prize What that great Queen desir'd she gain'd But I soon found your Treasury drain'd Your Veins corrupted in your Youth 'T is said Experience tells this Truth Though I had caution long before Of that which I too late deplore J. Pray Madam let me silence break As I have you now hear me speak These stories sure must please you well You 're apt so often them to tell But if you 'll smooth your brow a while And turn that Pout into a Smile I doubt not but to make 't appear That you the great'st Agressor are I took you with an empty Purse Which was to me no trivial Curse No dowry could your Parents give They'd but a Competence to live When you appear'd your charming Eyes As you relate did me surprize With Wonder not with Admiration Astonishment but no Temptation Nor did I see in all your frame Ought could create an amorous flame Or raise the least Desire in me Save only for Variety I paid such service as was due Worthy my self and worthy you Caress'd you far above the rate Both of your Birth and your Estate When soon I found your haughty mind Was unto Sov'reignty inclin'd And first you practis'd over me The heavy Yoke of Tyranny While I your Property was made And you not I was still obey'd Nor durst I call my Soul my own You manag'd me as if I 'd none I took such measures as you gave All day your Fool all night your Slave Nor was Ambition bounded here You still resolv'd your course to steer All that oppose you you remove 'T was much you 'd own the Powers above Now several Stratagems you try And I 'm in all forc'd to comply To Mother Church you take recourse She tells you ' tmust be done by force And you impatient of delay Contrive and execute the way When mounted to the place you sought It no Contentment with it brought One Tree within your Prospect stood Fairest and tallest of the Wood Which to your Prospect gave offence And it must be remov'd from thence In this you also are obey'd While all the Fault on me is laid Now you was quiet for a while As flattering Weather seems to smile 'Till buzzing Beetles of the Night Had found fresh matter for your spite And set to work your busie Brain Which took Fire quickly from their Train Some wise some valiant you remove ' Cause they your Maxims don't approve And in their stead such Creatures place Which to th Employments brings Disgrace While whatsoe'er you do I own And still the dirt on me is thrown Strait new Chimera's fill your Brain The humming Beetles buz again A Goal-Delivery now must be All tender Consciences set free Not out of Zeal but pure Design To make Dissenters with us joyn To pull down Test and Penal Laws The Bulwark of the Hereticks Cause The sly Dissenters laugh the while They see where lurks the Serpents guile And rather than with us comply VVill on our Enemies rely The Chieftains of the Protestant Cause VVe did confine though ' gainst the Laws But soon was glad to
Popish Tools You 'r downright Rogues they only Knaves and Fools To TYBURN OLD Reverend Tripos Guardian of the Law Sacred to Justice Treasons greatest awe Do thou decide the Nation 's weighty cause and judge between the Judges and the Laws So shall no guiltless blood thy Timber e'er pollute And righteous Laws shall vouch all thou shalt execute The ADVICE WOuld you be famous and renoun'd in Story And after having run a Stage of Glory Go straight to Heaven and not to Purgatory This is the time Would you surrender your Dispensing Power And send the Western Hangman to the Tower From whence he 'll find it difficult to scowre This c. Would you send Father Pen and Father Lob Assisted by the Poet Laureat Squab To teach obedience passive to the Mobb This c. Would you let Reverend Father Peters know What thanks the Church of England to him owe For favours past he did on them bestow This c. Would you with expedition send away Those four dim Lights made Bishops t'other day To Convert Indians in America This c. Would you the rest of that Bald-pated Train No longer flatter with thin hopes of Gain But send them to St. Omers back again This c. Would you instead of holding Birchen Tool Send Pulton to be lash'd at Butby's School That he in Print no longer play the Fool This c. Would you that Jack of all Religions scare Bid him for Hanging speedily prepare That Harry H s may visit Harry Care This c. Would you let Ireland no more fear Macdonnel And all the Rabble under Philem O Neale And Clarendon again succeed Tyrconnel This c. Would you Court Ear-wiggs banish from your Ears Those Carpet Knights and Interested Peers And rid the Kingdoms from impending fears This c. Would you at once make all the Hogan Mogans yield And be at once their Terrour and our Shield And not appear by Proxy in the Field This c. Would you no more a Womans Counsel take But love your Kingdoms for your Kingdoms sake Make Subjects love and Fnemies to quake This c. On the Q 's Conception YE Catholick Statesmen and Churchmen rejoyce And praise Heavens Goddess with Heart and with Voice None greater on Earth or in Heaven than shee Some say she 's as good as the best of three Her miracles bold Were famous of old But a braver than this was never yet told 'T is pity that every Catholick living Had not heard on 't before the last day of Thanksgiving II. In Lombardy Land great Modena's Dutchess Was snatcht from her Empire by deaths cruel clutches when to Heaven she came for thither she went Each Angel receiv'd her with joy and content On her Knees she fell down Before the bright Throne And beg'd that God's Mother wou'd grant her one Boone Give England a Son in this critical point To put little Orange's Nose out of Joynt III. As soon as our Lady had heard her Petition To Gabriel the Angel she straight gave Commission She pluckt off her Smock from her Shoulders Divine And charg'd him to hasten to Englands fair Queen Goe to th' Royal Dame To give her the same And bid her for ever to praise my great Name For I in her favour will work such a wonder Shall keep the most insolent Heretick under IV. Tell James my best Son his part of the matter Will be with this only to cover my Daughter Let him put it upon her with his own Royal Hand Then let him go Travel and visit the Land And the Spirit of love Shall descend from above Though not as before in the shape of a Dove Yet down he shall come in some shape or other Perhaps like Count Dada and make her a Mother V. This message with Hearts full of Faith was received And the next News we heard was Q. Mary conceived You great ones converted poor cheated Dissenters Grave Judges Lords Bishops and common Consenters You Commissioners all Ecclesiastical From M ve the doubtful to Chester the Tall Pray Heaven to strengthen her Majesty's Placket For if this trick fail then beware of their Jacket A New SONG HO Brother Teague dost hear de Decree Lil li Burlero Bullen a la Dat we shall have a new Debittie Li-li Bur-le-ro Bullen a-la Le-ro Le-ro Le-ro Le-ro Li-li Bur-le-ro Bullen a-la Le-ro Le-ro c. Ho by my my Shoul it is a T t Lilli Burlero c. And he will Cut all de English T t Lilli c. Lero Lero c. Lero Lero c. Though by my shoul de English do Prat Lilli c. De Laws on dare side and Chreist knows what Lilli c. Lero Lero c. Lero Lero c. But if Dispence do come from de Pope Lilli c. Wee l hang Magna Carta and demselves in a Rope Lilli c. Lero Lero c. Lero Lero c. And the good T t is made a Lord Lilli c. And he with brave Lads is coming aboard Lilli c. Lero Lero c. Lero Lero c. Who ' all in France have taken a swear Lilli c. Dat day will have no Protestant h r Lilli c. Lero Lero c. Lero Lero c. O but why does he stay behind Lilli c. Ho be my Shoul 't is a Protestant wind Lilli c. Lero Lero c. Now T l is come a shore Lilli c. And we shall have Commissions gillore Lilli c. Lero Lero c. And he dat will not go to M ss Lilli c. Shall turn out and look like an Ass Lilli c. Lero Lero c. Now now de Hereticks all go down Lilli c. By Chreist and St. Patrick the Nation 's our own Lilli c. Lero Lero c. A New Song of an Orange To that excellent Old Tune of a Pudding c. GOOD People come buy The Fruit that I cry That now is in Season tho' Winter is nigh 'T will do you all good And sweeten your Blood I 'm sure it will please you when once understood T is an Orange It s Cordial Juice Do's much Vigor produce I may well recommend it to every man's use Tho' some it quite chills And with fear almost kills Yet certain each honest man benefit feels by an Orange To make Claret go down Sometimes there is found A Jolly good Health to pass pleasantly round But yet I 'll protest Without any Jest No flavour is better than that of the tast of an Orange Perhaps you may think At White H they stink Because that our Neighbours come over the Sea Yet sure 't is presum'd That they may be perfum'd By the scent of a Clove when once it is stuck in an Orange If they 'd cure the ails Of the Pr of Wa When the Milk of Milch Tyler does not well agree Though he 's subject to cast They may better the tast Yet let 'em take heed lest it Curdle at last with an Orange
Old Stories rehearse In Prose and in Verse How a Welsh Child was found by loving of Cheese So this will be known If it be the Q s own For the tast it utterly then will disown of an Orange Though the Mobile bawl Like the Devil and all For Religion Property Justice and Laws Yet in very good sooth I 'll tell you the truth There nothing is better to stop a mans mouth than an Orange We are certainly told That by Adam of old Himself and his Bearns for an Apple was sold And who knows but his Son By Serpents undone And his Jugling Eve may chance lose her own for an Orange The ORANGE 1. GOod People I pray Throw the Orange away 'T is a very sower Fruit and was first brought in play When good Judith Wilk In her pocket brought Milk And with Cushions and Warming-pans labour'd to bilk this same Orange 2. VVhen the Army retreats And the Parliament sits To vote our K the true use of his VVits 'T will be a sad means VVhen all he obtains Is to have his Calves-head dress'd with other mens Brains and an Orange 3. The sins of his Youth Made him think of one Truth VVhen he spawl'd from his Lungs and bled twice at the mouth That your fresh sort of Food Does his Carcase more good And the damn'd thing that cur'd his putrefied blood was an Orange 4. This hopeful young Son Is surely his own Because from O it cry'd to be gone But the Hereticks say He was got by Da For neither K nor the Nuncio dare stay near an Orange 5. Since Lewis was cut From his Breech to the Gut France fancies an open-arse delicate Fruit VVe wiser than so Have too strings to our bow For we 've a good Q that 's an open-arse too and an Orange 6. Till Nanny writ much To the Rebels the D Her Mother good VVoman ne're ow'd her a grutch And the box of the Ear Made the matter appear That the only foul savour the Q could not bear was an Orange 7. An honest old Peer That forsook God last year Pull'd off all his Plasters and Arm'd for the VVar But his Arms would not do And his Aches throbb'd too That he wish'd his own Pox and his M s too on an Orange 8. Old Tyburn must groan For Jeffreys is known To have perjur'd his Conscience to marry his Son And D s Cause VVill be try'd by just Laws And Herbert must taste a most damnable Sauce with an Orange 9. Lobb Penn and a score Of those honest men more VVill find this same Orange exceedingly sowre The Q to be seiz'd VVill be very ill pleas'd And so will K Pippin too dry to be squeez'd by an Orange Religious Reliques Or The SALE at the SAVOY Upon the JESUITS breaking up their SCHOOL and CHAPEL 1 LAST Sunday by chance I Encounter'd with Prance That Man of Upright Conversation VVho told me such News That I cou'd not chuse But Laugh at his sad Declaration 2 Says he if you 'l go You shall see such a Show Of Reliques Expos'd to be Sold VVhich from Sin and Disease VVill Purge all that please To lay out their Silver and Gold. 3 Straight with him I went Being zealously bent VVhere for Sixpence the Man let me in But the Crowd was so great I was all in a Sweat Before the rare Show did begin 4 The Curtain being drawn VVhich I think was of Lawn The PRIEST cross'd himself thrice and bow'd Then with a sour Face Denoting his Case He address'd himself thus to the Crowd 5 You see our sad State 'T is a folly to prate Our Church and our Cause is a-ground So in short if you 've Gold Here is to be sold For a Guinny the worth of Ten Pound 6 Here 's St. James's old Bottle It holds just a Pottle VVith the Pilgrims Habit he wore The same Scollop shells As our Holy Church tells VVho denys it's a Son of a W 7 Here 's a piece of the Bag By Age turn'd to a Rag In which Judas the Money did bear VVith a part of his Rope Bequeath'd to the POPE As an Antidote ' gainst all despair 8 Here 's a Rib of St. Laurence 'T is also at Florence And it may be in France or in Spain It cures Stone and Gravel And VVomen in Travel It delivers without any Pain 9 Here 's St. Joseph's old Coat Though scarce worth a Groat It s plainness does shew he 'd no Pride Yet this he had on For besides it he 'd none The day that he marry'd his Bride 10 His Breeches are there A plain Leather pair Come buy the whole Suit if you please They 'l defend you from th' Itch From Hag and from VVitch And preserve you from Bugs and from Fleas 11 Here 's the Gall of a Saint For such as do faint Or are troubled with Fits of the Mother Nay if your breath stink VVorse than Close-stool or Sink It will cure you as soon as the other 12 Here 's a Prayer of Pope John The like to 't is none If you say it but three times a year Three hundred in grace And three hundred 't will place In Heaven if they ever come there 13 Here 's our Lady's old Shoe VVhich in Old-time was new It will cure all your Kibes and your Corns VVith the Coif of St. Bridget To be worn by each Idiot VVhose Head is tormented with Horns 14 Here 's a Bottle of Tears Preserv'd many years Of Mary's that once was a Sinner Some o' th' Fish and the Bread That the Five Thousand fed VVhich cur Saviour invited to Dinner 15 Here 's St. Francis own Cord You may tak 't on my word VVho dies in it cannot be damn'd Do but buy it and try If tell you a lye Many Thousands of Heaven are shamm'd 16 Here 's his Holiness's Beard Of whom ye have heard That the Hereticks called Pope Joan Yet this I dear swear VVas his natural Heir Or else I 'll be sworn he had none 17 It s virtue is such That if it does touch Your Head your Face or elsewhere It does strait-way restore More than e're was before Though by Age or by Action worn bare 18 Here 's St. Christopher's Boot For his Right Leg and Foot VVhich he wore when he ply'd at the Ferry VVhen on 's Shoulders he bore His Blessed Lord or're For the poor Man had never a VVherby 19 Such as Sail on the Seas I am sure it will please For its parallel never was found Neither Tempest nor Storm Can e're do 'em harm Nor is' t possible they shou'd be drown'd 20 Here 's infinite more I have by me in store All which lie conceal'd in this Hamper Either buy 'em to day Or I 'll throw 'em away For to morrow by Heaven I 'll scamper 21 Our Market is done We must shut up at Noon We expect 'em each hour at the Door We are hang'd if we stay We can't get away For none will nor dare carry us
o're 22 But by th' Faith of a PRIEST This is no time to jest Since we 're baulk'd in our great Expectation Before I will swing Like a Dog in a String I 'le Renounce the Transubstantiation BALLAD To the Tune of Couragio 1. Come come great Orange come away On thy August Voyagio The Church and State admit no stay And Protestants wou'd once more say Couragio Couragio Couragio 2. Stand East dear Wind till they arrive On their design'd Voyagio And let each Noble Soul alive Cry loud Qu'il Prince d' Aurange vive Couragio c. 3. Look sharp and see the Glorious Fleet Appear in their Voyagio With loud Huzza's we will them greet And with both Arms and Armies meet Couragio c. 4. Then welcome to our English shore And now I will Engage o We 'll thump the Babylonish Whore And kick her Trump'ries out of Door Couragio c. 5. Poor Berwick how will thy Dear-Joys Oppose this brave Voyagio Thy tallest Sparks will be mere Toys To Brandenburgh and Swedish Boys Couragio c. 6. Dunbarton sputters now like mad Against this great Voyagio Old Craven too in Sable's clad And Feversham looks monstrous sad Couragio c. 7. But Solmes has took a Glorious Cause In this warlike Voyagio To guard us from their ravening Paws And to protect our Lives and Laws Couragio c. 8. Nassaw will ridicule the Fop By this Belgic Voyagio And make their gawdy Feathers drop Their Slaughter's but a Harvest-Crop Couragio c. 9. Stirum advance the Buda Blades Thou 'st brought in this Voyagio And since thy Lawrel never fades Send our Foes to the Stygian shades Couragio c. 10. Schombergh thunders Hero-like In this Stormy Voyagio His very Name does horror strike And will slay more than Gun or Pike Couragio c. 11. Thus they the Victory will gain After their brave Voyagio And all our Liberties maintain And settle Church and State again Couragio c. 12. Then 't will be Just and no Extream To see by this Voyagio That Wem should have th' effect of 's Dream For driving head long with the Stream Couragio c. 13. The Judges too that Traytors be Must truss by this Voyagio 'T will be a Noble Sight to see Dispensing Scarlet on a Tree Couragio c. 14. The Monks away full swift will hye On their dismal Voyagio Ten pounds a Post-horse then they cry And all away to Calis fly Couragio c. 15. Sunderland has shot the Pit And is on his Voyagio D'ada must no more hatching sit And Petre too the Board must quit Couragio c. 16. Old Arundel does hang his Ears Because of this Voyagio And Miser Powis stews in Tears Bellasis roars and damns and swears Couragio c. 17. When all is done we then shall hope To see by this Voyagio No more Nuncio no more Pope Except it be to have a Rope Couragio Couragio Couragio Private Occurrences Or the Transactions of the four last Years Written in Imitation of the old Ballad of Hey brave Oliver Ho brave Oliver c. 1. A Protestant Muse yet a lover of Kings On th' Age grown a little Satyrical Sings Of Papists their Councels and other fine things Sing hey brave Popery ho rare Popery oh fine Popery Oh dainty Popery oh 2. She hopes she offends no Englishman's patience Tho Satyr's forbid on all such occasions She 's too good a Subject to Read Declarations Sing hey brave Popery c. 3. If the saying be good of Let him laugh that Wins Sure a Loser may smile without any offence My Muse then is gamesom and thus she begins With hey brave Popery c. 4. When Ch deceas'd to his Kingdoms dismay By an Appolex or else some other way Our Brother with shouts was proclaim'd the same day Sing hey brave Popery c. 5. His first Royal Promise was never to touch Our Rights nor Religion nor Priviledge grutch But Pet swore Dam him he granted too much Sing hey brave Popery c. 6. Then Mon came in with an Army of Fools Betray'd by his Cuckold and other dull Tools That painted the Turf of Green Sedgmore with Gules Sing hey brave Popery c. 7. That Victory gotten some think to our wrong The Priests braid our Joy in a Thanksgiving Song And Teague with the Bald-pates were at it ding dong Sing hey brave Popery c. 8. Then straight a strong Army was levy'd in hast To hinder Rebellion a very good Jest For some Rogues will swear 't was to Murder the Test Sing hey brave Popery c. 9. A Politique Law which Recusants did doom That into our Senate they never might come But Equivalent since was propos'd in its Room Sing hey brave Popery c. 10. As if a True Friend should in Kindness demand A Tooth in my Head which firmly doth stand To give for 't another he had in his hand Sing hey brave Popery c. 11. Then Term after Term this great Matter was weigh'd Old Judges turn'd out and new Block ds made That Cook or wise Littleton never did read Sing hey brave Popery c. 12. The good Church of England with speed was run down Whose Loyalty ever stood fast to the Crown And Presbyter John was made Mayor of the Town Sing hey brave Popery c. 13. The Bishops Disgrace made the Clergy to sob A Prey to Old Pet and President Bob And hurried to Prison as if they did rob Sing hey brave Popery c. 14. Then into the World a Dear P of W slipt 'T was plain for we hear a great Minister peep'd The Bricklayer for prating had like t' a bin whip'd Sing hey brave Popery c. 15. Thus Englands Distresses more fierce than the Plague That during three Years of no Quiet could brag The Prince van Auraignia has brought from the Hague Sing hey brave Popery c. 16. A strong Fleet and Army t' invade us are bent We know not the Cause tho' there is something in 't But we doubt not e'er long we shall see it in print Sing hey brave Popery c. 17. Ah England that never couldst value thy peace Had matters been now as in Elsabeth's Days The Dutch had ne'r ventur'd to fish in our Seas Then Curse of Popery pox o' Popery plague o' Popery Oh Senceless Popery oh Protestantism Reviv'd OR THE Persecuted Church Triumphing IN Sable weeds I saw a Matron clad Whose Looks were grave whose Countenance was sad Pensive with Care she musing sate alone Her State too too unhappy to bemoan Deep bitter pangs I saw her undergo And pay the tributary Drops of woe So wept Deucalion when he saw the State And Face of Nature chang'd and desolate By this dumb Elegy a while she exprest The gloomy Sorrows of her troubled Breast Then heaving up her Head she silence broke And with a heavy Sigh dejected spoke Good God! what Grief surrounds my aged Head VVhat new distracting
Chappels down Then hey Boys up go we A New SONG on the Calling of a Free Parliament Jan. 15. 1688 / 9. A Parliament with one Consent Is all the Cry o' th' Nation Which now may be Since Popery is growing out of fashion The Belgick Troops approach to Town The Oranges come powring And all the Lords agree as one To send the Papists scowring The Holy Man shall lead the Van Our Father and Confessor In Robes of Red the Jesuit's fled Who was the chief Transgressor In this disguise he thought to escape And hop'd to save his Bacon But Herbert he has laid a Trap The Rat may be Re-taken The Nuncio too the day may Rue That he came o'er the Ocean I' th' English Court to keep 's Resort And teach his blind Devotion The Prelates Ellis Smith and Hall Have sold their Coach and Horses And will no longer in White-hall Foment their learn'd Discourses The Groom o' th' Stool that play'd the Fool Full sorely will repent it And Sunderland did bare-foot stand For Penance shall lament it Milford and the Scotch are fled Whom hopes of Interest tempted Those Lords did turn for want of Bread And ought to be Exempted But Salsbury what cause had he To fear his Highness Landing Who by his Arse and Legs might pass For one of understanding To take up Arms at such a time Against the Rules were gave him His Head must answer for the Crime His Pardon will not save him The Fryars and Monks with all their Punks Are now upon the Scamper Tirconnel swears and Rants and tears And Teige does make a Clamper The Foreign Priests that Posted o're Into the English Nation Do now repent that on that Shore They laid their weak Foundation ' Twou'd be a Sight wou'd move Delight In each obdurate Varlet To see the Graves that made us Slaves Hang in Dispencing Scarlet And every Popish Counsellour That for the same Cause pleaded Shall all turn off at the same score Be hang'd or else Beheaded A New SONG WOu'd you be a Man of Favour Wou'd you have your Fortune kind Wear the Cross and eat the Waser And you 'll have all things to your mind If the Priest cannot convert you Intrest then must doe the thing There be Fryars can inform you How to please a Popish King. Wou'd you see the the Papist Lowring Lost in a hurry and a fright And there Father Peters scowring Glad of Times for happy flight Stay but till the Dutch are Landed And the show will soon appear When th' Infernal Court 's Disbanded Few will stay for Tyburn here A New CATCH THis worthy Corps where shall we lay In hallow'd or unhallow'd Clay Th Unhallow'd best befits him dead Who Living from the Hallow'd fled Then in the Vestry be his Tomb Since that he made his Drinking-Room While to avoid the Common-Pray'r He soop'd off his French Pottage there But now alas near Newgate thrown E'er Tyburn could obtain his own He 's gone to sleep with Brethren blest In Baxter's Saints E'erlasting Rest A New CATCH in Praise of the Reverend BISHOPS TRue English Men Drink a good Health to the Mitre Let our Church ever flourish tho' her Enemies spight her May their Cunning and Forces no longer prevail And their Malice as well as their Arguments fail Then remember the Seven which supported our Cause As stout as our Martyrs and as just as our Laws The FAREWELL FArewell Petre farewell Cross Farewell Chester farewell Ass Farewell Peterborow farewell Tool Farewell Sunderland farewell Fool. II. Farewell Milford farewell Scot Farewell Butler farewell Sot. Farewell Roger farewell Trimmer Farewell Dreyden farewell Rhimer III. Farewell Brent farewell Villain Farewell Wright worse than Tresilian Farewell Chancellor farewell Mace Farewell Prince farewell Race IV. Farewell Queen farewell Passion Farewell King farewell Nation Farewell Priests and farewell Pope Farewell all deserve a Rope TOM TYLER Or the NURSE OLd Stories of a Tyler sing That did attempt to be a King Our Age is with a Tyler grac'd By more preposterous Planets rais'd His Cap with Jocky's matcht together Turn'd to a Beaver and a Feather His Clay transform'd to Yellow Guilt And Trowel to a Silver Hilt. His Lady from the Tiles and Bricks Kidnapp'd to Court in Coach and Six Her Arms a sucking Prince embrace Whate'er you think of Royal Race A Prince come in the Nick of Time Bless'd Dada 't is a Venial Crime That shall repair our Breach of State VVhile all the VVorld congratulate Shall like his Sire suppress the Just Raise Knaves and Fools to Place of Trust Titus and Vane who sought his Fate Tylers and Macs to Chits of State. But here unhappy Babe Alas I cannot but lament thy Case That 's Thou fed up with Rome's strong Meats Shou'd long for Milk of Heretic Teats Among the Daughters was there none VVorthy to Nurse a Monarch's Son That Thou in spight of all the Priests Shoud'st long for Milk of Heretic Brests But if thy Uncle who before VVas always right chang'd the last hour If thy undoubted Sire so sage Declar'd i' th' Evening of his Age Why shou'dst not thou Papist so soon Be a stanch Protestant e'er Noon This said the Tyler laugh'd in 's Sleeve And took his Audience of Leave The Prince who answer'd ne'er a VVord That he shou'd Travel did accord To Paris sent to learn Grimace To Swear and Damn with a Bon Grace The EXPLANATION To the Tune of Hey Boys up go we I. OUR Priests in holy Pilgrimage Quite through the Land have gon Surveying each Religious House Of Abbot Fryer and Nun The yearly Rent And full Extent Of every one they know And in whose hands Are all our Lands As ancient VVriters show II. Those Places all shall be restor'd As in short time you 'll hear I know the Man has past his VVord Of which you need not fear He did ne'er evade One Promise made Nor fail'd a friend in VVoe But when 't will be Nor I nor he Nor the Devil himself does know III. Religious Men shall hither haste Their Zeal shall make 'em run The Jesuits shall your VVives keep Chaste Each Fryer confess his Nun The Men shall Shrive The VVomen Sw ve So all shall be forgiven Your Daughters VVhore Then quit their Score And make 'em fit for Heaven IV. For Lady Abbess shall appear An old Flux'd Bawd or Punk Has F k'd and B gger'd Threescore years Talk'd Bawdy and been Drunk Religious Puns To teach the Nuns Committed to her Charge And mortifie Their Lechery As Nature does enlarge V. The Vestals all shall Virgins be That never went astray Have been train'd up Religiously The clean contrary way In Julian's Song For VVhoring long Tho' oft they 've noted bin Nature of Force VVill have its Course 'T was all but Venial Sin. VI. Your Colledges shall be our own As Vacancy does fall VVe 'll strip each Doctor of his Gown The Parsons turn out all Their Revenues great VVith pleasant Seat The Church
to us has given To Sing you Mass Confess each Ass And make you fit for Heaven VII Nor will we any longer wait After such Notice given Nor shall they in the Pulpits prate Or teach the way to Heaven 'T is our Province You to convince Our Arguments shall be VVithout dispute To make you mute Then Hey Boys up go we VIII Now Hereticks consider well The Game you have to play You yet may keep on this side Hell If warn'd by what we say But e'er your Lands Shall ' scape our Hands VVhich have been long our due VVe 'll Stab we 'll Shoot And Damn to boot Then Hey Boys up go you A New SONG on the Prince and Princess of ORANGE I. SInce Orange is on Brittish Land That Protestant who will not stand To him and under his Command Befriends the Romish Cause Gives all our Liberties away Our Lives to Popish Priests a prey And Magna Charta does betray The Test and Penal Laws II. Bid too Illustrious Moll appear VVe shan't have then more cause to fear From any Jesuit practice here The Lawfull Heir to cheat Then to her Highness a full Glass The Second Faith-defending Lass And to her Good Man but the Mass Let Providence defeat Packington's Pound I. WHen the Joy of all Hearts and Desire of all Eyes In whom our chief Refuge and Confidence lies The Protestant Bulwark against all Despair Has depriv'd us at once of her Self and her Heir That hopefull Young Thing Begot by a King And a Queen whose Perfections o'er all the world ring A Father whose Courage no Mortal can daunt And a Mother whose Virtue no Scandal can taint II. VVhen Jeffryes resigns up the Purse and the Mace VVhose impudent Arrogance gain'd him the place When like Lucifer thrown from the height of his pride And the Knot of his Villanies strangely unty'd From the Chancery Bawling He turns a Tarpaulin Men still catch at any thing when they are falling But to hasten his Fate before he cou'd scour He was tak'n at Wapping and sent to the Tow'r III. VVhen Confessor Petre's do's yield up the Game And proves to the worst of Religion a shame When his cheating no more o're our Reason prevails But is blasted like that of his true Prince of Wales VVhich was his Contrivance And our wise K s Connivance To establish the Papists and Protestants drive hence But their Cobweb Conception is brought to the Test And the coming of ORANGE has quite spoil'd the Jest IV. VVhen Peterborough Noted for all that 's ill VVas urg'd by his VVife to the making his VVill At the hearing which words he did stare foam roar Then broke out in Cursing and calling her VVhore And for two Hours at least His Tongue never ceas't He rail'd on Religion and damn'd the poor Priest And his friends who had hope to behold him expire Are afraid by this Bout they shall lose their desire V. Young Salisbury fam'd in this great Expedition Not for going to VVar but obtaining Commission It 's no Mystery to me if his Courage did fail When the Greatest of Monarchs himself did turn Tail So that it he took Flight VVith his betters by Night I am apt to to believe the pert Spark was i' th' right For the Papists this Maxim do every where hold To be forward in Boasting in Courage less Bold VI. Nor shou'd Bellasis Powis and Arundel throng But each in due place have his Attributes sung Yet since 't is believ'd by the strange turn of Times They 'l be call'd to account for their Treasonable Crimes VVhile the Damn'd Popish Plot Is not yet quite forgot For which the Lord Stafford went justly to Pot And to their great comfort I 'll make it appear They that gave 'em their Freedom themselves are not clear VII W. W's that Friend to the Bishops and Laws As the Devil wou'd have it espous'd the wrong Cause Now loath'd by the Commons and scorn'd by the Peers His Patent for Honour in pieces he tears Both our Britains are fool'd VVho the Laws Over-rul'd And next Parliament each will be plagu'ly School'd Then try if your Cunning can find out a Flaw To preserve you from Judgment according to Law. VIII Sir Edward Hale's Actions I shall not repeat Till by Axe or by Halter his Life he compleat Pen's History shall be related by Lobb Who has ventur'd his Neck for a Snack in the Jobb All their Priests and Confessors VVith their dumb Idol-Dressers Shall meet that Reward which is due to Transgressors And no Papist henceforth shall these Kingdoms inherit But ORANGE shall reap the Reward of his Merit FINIS