But now wheels about and is true He may win all our hearts Would he use his best parts With our foes as he did with the Jew 18. The rest of the Court Are a mixt colourd sort Rank Presbyter rank Independent They do still so prevail For the Westminster tayle 'T is feard we shall ne're have an end on 't 19. But our Counsel of Commons Are valiant old Romans And stand for our peace and freedom If that Dog that sells Leather And the Salesman together Would either be honest or be dumb 20. But yet we cann't see Any reason why we Should all be so much at their becks If we chains must forbear Pray why should they wear A Militia about their necks 21 Our Town Clerk we took Has a serious look And his silence did shew him a wit But we discern him no more Than the Court heretofore Did that sullen Mask which he writ 22. The late Petticoat Squire From his shop mounted higher To the Sword and from that he did start By his mony and grace To a Remembrances place Now reports when the Rump let a fart 23. Their Chaplain that praid Now recants what he said And walks by a perfecter light The cause why he straid Was he wincked when he praid Now his eyes are open he 's right 24. What ere the Cause be We clearly may see No good thing propos'd for the City's But mens policy bends It to their private ends That 't is spoyl'd by the close Committee 25. And it needs must be so For we all do well know 'T is for wealth men are put into office And he that has store Domineers or'e the poor Whether Fool Knave Elder or Novice 26. We our Members have sent But the quick Parliament Had first sent their Members we find Yet no body knows With which side Monk will close Or will stand for before or behind 27. Hee 's a Souldier no doubt Both skilfull and stout But had need be more than a Stalian If his love should extend To the hindermost end And use us like Italian 28. A thousand a year If he could but tell where They thought would have made him to mind 'em But they promise still As Diego made his will Great things but none knows where to find ' em 29. In this prodigal trick They have out-done old Nick For what he did give he did show Their title 's the same And so is their aime For ought any man doth know 30. Let it go as it will We are Citizens still And free to this side or that We may prate and may Vote But when it comes to 't We 'l be true to no body knows what 31. But this we see plain 'T was for honour and gain That we at the first did fall out And were not publick lands Got in private mens hands The times would soon turn about 33. And now we do find These Saints in their kind Those are mad that to aid them in flocks come And he that will fight To keep us all from our right Shall be chronicled for a Coxcomb The RUMP Dockt TIll it be understood What is under Monck's Hood The City dare not shew his horns Till ten dayes be out The Speaker's sick of the Gout And the Rump doth sit upon thorns If Monck be turn'd Scot The Rump goes to pot And the Good Old Cause will miscarry Like coals out of embers Revive the Old Members Off goes the Rump like Dick and Harry Then In come the Lords Who drew Parliament Swords With Robes lined through with Ermin But Peers without Kings Are very useless things And their Lordships counted but Vermin Now Morley and Fagg May be put in a bagg And that doughty Man Sir Arthur In despair of his Foil With Alderman Hoyle Will become a Knight of the Garter That Knave in Grain Sir Harry Vane His Case then most mens is sadder There is little hope He can scape the rope For the Rump turned him o're the Ladder That precious Saint Scot Shall not be forgot According to his own desires Instead of Neck-verse Shall have it writ on his Herse Here hangs one of the Kings Tryers Those nine sons of Mars That whipt the Rumps Arse I mean the Commanders War-lick If the Rump smell strong With hanging too long Shall serve to stuff it with Garlick That parcel of man In length but a span Whose wifes Eggs alwaies are addle Must quit the Life-guard As he did when scar'd By Lambert out of the saddle Lambert may now turn Florist Being come off the poorest That ever did Man of the Sword The Rump let a Fart Which took away his heart And made him a Equire of a Lord. His Cheshire glory Is a pitifull story There the Saints triumpht without battle But now Monck and his Friers Have driven him into the Briers As he did Booth and his Cattle For the rest of the Rump Together in a Lump 'T is too late to cry Peccavi Ye have sinn'd all or most Against the Holy Ghost And therefore the Devil must have ye But now valiant City Whether must thy Ditty Be sung in Verse or in Prose For till the Rump stunk For fear of Monck Thy Militia durst not shew its Nose Base Cowards and Knaves That first made us Slaves Very Rascals from the beginning Onely unto Moncks Sword The Nation must afford The honour of bringing the King in Arsy Versy or The Second Martyrdom of the RUMP To the Tune of The Blind Beggar of Bednall-green 1. MY Muse to prevent lest an after-clap come If the winde should once more turn about for the Bum As a preface of honour and not as a frump First with a Sirreverence ushers the Rump 2. I shall not dispute whether Long-tails of Kent Or Papist this name of disgrace did invent Whose Legend of lies do defame us the more Hath entail'd on us Rumps ne're heard on before 3. But now on its Pedigree longer to think For the more it is stir'd the more it will stink 'T is agreed the Rumps first report in the Town Did arise from the wooden invention of Brown 4. Old Oliver's nose had taken in snuff When it sate long ago some unsavoury puff Then up went the Rump and was ferkt to the quick But it setled in spight of the teeth of poor Dick. 5. Then the Knight of the Pestle King Lambert and Vane With a Scepter of Iron did over it reign But the Rump soon re-setled and to their disgrace Like Excrements voided them out of the place 6. It did now like a Truant's well-disciplin'd Bum With the rod of affliction harder become Or else like the Image in Daniel it was Whose Head was of Gold but whose Tayl was of brass 7. It endured the first heat and proved no starter But sung in the midst of the flames like a Martyr And whisk'd the Tayl like a terrible Farter And sounded most chearfully Vive Sir Arthur 8. But the next fire Ordeal put into a dump Sir Orlando
to baul ' Gainst Bishops Courts Canonical Wee 'll ask no more Let him be hang'd a Surplice wears And Tippet on his shoulders bears Raggs of the Whore Secure us from our needlesse fears Let and Burton have their ears Wee 'll ask no more Reform each University And in them let no Learning be A great Eye-sore From hence make Romes Arminians flee That none may have free-will but wee Wee 'll ask no more Lest the Elect should go astray Let Coblers teach you the right way To Heavens door And lest their soles should wear away Let them their Sisters underlay Wee 'll ask no more Next from the Bishops Hierarchy Oh the word sounds but scurvily Let 's hear 't no more It ne're was taught the Apostles by Lay-Elders may the place supply Wee 'll ask no more Next for the State we think it fit That Mr. Pym should govern it He 's very poor The money that 's for Ireland writ Faith let them have the Devil a bit Wee 'll ask no more For ordering the Militia Let us ordain a new new way Ne're heard before Let the Great Council bear the sway If you will give us leave you may Wee 'll ask no more In this we will not be deny'd Because in you wee 'll not confide We know wherefore The Citizens their Plate provide Do you but send in yours beside Wee 'll ask no more Now if that you 'll make Hull your own There 's one thing more we must set down Forgot before Sir John shall then give up the Town If you will but resign your Crown Wee 'll ask no more The Answer to the Petition c. I Charles the King will be so kind To give you leave to take your mind Of all my store When I you Loyal Subjects find And you those Members have resign'd I askt before And when Religion 's all your cares Or London have such heed of theirs They had before When Warwick from Geneva dares Now Printed bring the Common-Prayers And read them o're When all your Consultations tend To pay what you have made men lend None knows wherefore When you no more shall say you 'll send And bring me fairly to mine end You 'll ask no more When your Smectymnuus Surplice wears Or Tippet on his shoulders bears Raggs of the Whore When Burton and Bastwick dares With your good leaves but shew their Eares They 'll ask no more When what I borrowed I shall see Y'have paid each Universitie Of th' City store And Doctors Chaplains Fellows be Free-willers of pluralitie They 'll ask no more When the elect shall make such hast By th' Bretheren to be embrac't In Tubs on floore When Coblers they shall preach their last At Conventicles on a Fast They 'll ask no more When Bishops all the House adorns And Round-heads for their absence mourns A great Eye-sore When ev'ry Citizen lesse scorns Lord Wentworth's head then Essex horns You 'll ask no more When you no more shall dare hereafter A needlesse thing which gains much laughter Granted before When Pym is sent to Ireland slaughter And ne're more hopes to marry my Daughter You 'll ask no more When you have found a clearer way For ordering the Militia Then heard before When Atkins on the Training day Sha'nt dare his Office to bewray Hee 'll ask no more When naught to me shall be deny'd And you shall all in me confide Good cause therefore When Denmark shall for me provide And now Lord Digby's on my side Ask me no more Last when I shall make Hull my own This one thing more I must set down Forgot before When I have got into the Town I 'le make ten more besides that Clown Kneele and implore To the five Principal Members of the Honourable House of Commons The Humble Petition of the POETS AFter so many Concurring Petitions From all Ages and Sexes and all conditions We come in the Rear to present our Follies To Pym Stroude Haslerig Hampden and And we hope for our labour we shall not be shent For this comes from Christendom not from Kent Though set form of Prayers be an Abomination Set forms of Petitions find great Approbation Therfore as others from th' bottom of their souls So wee from the depth and bottom of our Bowles According unto the blessed form taught us We thank you first for the Ills you have brought us For the Good we receive we thank him that gave it And you for the Confidence only to crave it Next in course we Complain of the great violation Of Privilege like the rest of our Nation But 't is none of yours of which we have spoken Which never had being untill they were broken But ours is a Privilege Antient and Native Hangs not on Ordinance or power Legislative And first 't is to speak whatever we please Without fear of a Prison or Pursuivants fees Next that we only may lye by Authority But in that also you have got the Priority Next an old Custom our Fathers did name it Poâ—tical license and alwayes did claim it By this we have power to change Age in Youth Turn Non-sence into Sence and Falshood to Truth In brief to make good whatsoever is faulty This art some Poet or the Devil has taught ye And this our Property you have invaded And a Privilege of both Houses have made it But that trust above all in Poets reposed That Kings by them only are made and Deposed This though you cannot do yet you are willing But when we undertake Deposing or Killing They 're Tyrants and Monsters and yet then the Poet Takes full Revenge on the Villains that do it And when we resume a Scepter or a Crown We are Modest and seek not to make it our own But is 't not presumption to write Verses to you Who make the better Poems of the two For all those pretty Knacks you do compose Alas what are they but Poems in prose And between those and ours there 's no difference But that yours want the rhime the wit and the sense But for lying the most Noble part of a Poet You have it abundantly and your selves know it And though you are Modest and seem to abhor it 'T has done you good service and thank He'ven for it Although the old Maxime remains still in force That a Sanctified Cause must have a Sanctified Course If poverty be a part of our Trade So far the whole Kingdome Poets you have made Nay even so far as undoing will do it You have made King Charles in manner a Poet But provoke not his Muse for all the world knows Already you have had too much of his Prose The Parliaments Pedigree NO Pedigrees nor Projects Of after-times I tell Nor what strange things the Parliament In former times befell Nor how an Emperour got a King Nor how a King a Prince But you shall hear what Progenies Have been begotten since The Devil he a Monster got Which was both strong and stout This many-headed
of Hei ho my hony My heart shall never rue Four and twenty now for your Mony And yet a hard pennyworth too GOod morrow my Neighbours all What news is this I heard tell As I past through VVestminster-hall By the house that 's near to Hell They told me John Lambert was there With his Bears and deeply did swear As Cromwell had done before Those Vermine should fit there no more Sing hi ho Will. Lenthall VVho shall our General be For the House to the Devil is sent all And follow gid faith mun ye Sing hi ho c. Then Muse strike up a Sonnet Come piper and play us a spring For now I think upon it These Rs turn'd out their King But now it must come about That once again they must turn out And not without Justice and Reason That every one home to his Prison Sing hi ho Harry Martin A Burgess of the Bench There 's nothing here is certain You must back and leave your VVench Sing hi ho c. He there with the buffle head Is called Lord and of the same house Who as I have heard it said Was chastis'd by his Lady-Spouse Because he run at sheep She and her Maid gave him the Whip And beat his head so addle You 'd think he had a knock in the Cradle Sing hi ho Lord Mounson You ha' got a park of the Kings One day you 'l hang like a hounson For this and other things Sing hi ho c. It was by their Masters order At first together they met Whom piously they did murder And since by their own they did set The cause of this Disaster Is ' cause they were false to their Master Nor can their Gensd'armes blame For serving them the same Sing hi ho Sir Arthur No more in the house you shall prate For all you kept such a quarter You are out of the Councell of State Sing hi ho c. Old Noll gave them once a purge Forgetting Occidisti The Furies be his scourge So of the cure mist he And yet the drug he well knew it For he gave it to Dr. Huit Had he given it them he had done it And they had not turn'd out his son yet Sing hi ho brave Dick L. Hall and Lady Joan Who did against Loyalty kick Is now for a New-years-gift gone Sing hi ho c. For had old Noll been alive He had pull'd them out by the ears Or else had fired their Hive And kickt him down the stairs Because they were so bold To vex his righteous soul When he so deeply had swore That there they should never fit more But hi ho Nol 's dead And stunk long since above ground Though lapt in spices and lead That cost us many a pound Sing hi ho c. Indeed Brother Burgess your Ling Did never stink half so bad Nor did your Habberdin When it no Pease-straw had Ye were both chose together ' Cause ye wore stuff-cloaks in hard weather And Cambridge needs would have A Burgess Fool and Knave Sing hi ho J. Lowry Concerning Abberdine No Member spake before ye Yet ye neer spoke again Sing hi ho my hony My heart shall never rue Here 's all pickt ware for your mony And yet a hard penyworth too Ned Prideaux he went post To tell the Protector the news That Fleetwood ruled the rost Having tane off Dicks shooes And that he did believe Lambert would him deceive As he his brother had gull'd And Cromwell Fairfax bull'd Sing hi ho the Attorney Was still at your command In flames together burn ye Still dancing hand in hand Sing hi ho c. Who 's that that would hide his face And his neck from the coller pull He must appear in his place If his Cap be made of Wool Who is it with a vengeance It is the good Lord Saint Johns Who made Gods House to fall To build his own withall Sing hi ho who comes there Who 't is I must not say But by this dark-lanthorn I swear He 's as good in the night as day Sing hi ho c. Edge Brethren room for one That looks as big as the best 'T is pitty to leave him alone For he is as good as the rest No Picklock of the Laws He builds among the Daws If you ha' any more Kings to murder For a President look no further Sing hi ho J. Bradshaw In blood none further engages The Devil from whom he had 's law Will shortly pay him his wages Sing hi ho c. Next Peagoose Wild come in To shew your weezle face And tell us Burleys sin Whose blood bought you your place When Loyalty was a crime He liv'd in a dangerous time Was forc'd to pay his neck To make you Baron of the Cheque Sing hi ho Jack Straw We 'l put it in the Margent 'T was not for Justice or Law That you were made a Sergeant Sing hi ho c. Noll serv'd not Satan faster Nor with him did better accord For he was my good Master And the devil was his good Lord. Both Slingsby Gerrard and Hewit Were sure enough to go to it According to his intent That chose me President Sing hi ho Lord Lisle Sure Law had got a wrench And where was Justice the while When you sate on the Bench Sing hi ho c. Next comes the good Lord Keble Of the triumvirate Of the seal in Law but feeble Though on the Bench he sate For when one puts him a case I wish him out of the place And if it were not a sin An abler Lawyer in Sing give the seal about I 'de have it so the rather Because we might get out The Knave my Lord my Father Sing hi ho c. Pull out the other there It is Nathaniel Fines Who Bristol lost for fear We 'l not leave him behind 's 'T is a Chip of that good old block Who to Loyalty gave the first knock Then stole away to Lundey Whence the foul fiend fetches him one day Sing hi ho Canting Fines You and the rest to mend 'um Would you were served in your kinds With an ense rescidendum Sing hi ho c. He that comes now down stairs Is Lord Chief Justice Glin. If no man for him cares He cares as little again The reason too I know 't He help to cut Straffords throat And take away his life Though with a cleaner knife Sing hi ho Britain bold Straight to the bar you get Where it is not so cold As where your Justice set Sing hi ho c. He that shall next come in Was long of the Council of State Though hardly a hair on his chin When first in the Council he sate He was sometime in Italy And learned their fashions prettily Then came back to 's own Nation To help up Reformation Sing hi ho Harry Nevil I prethee be not too rash With Atheism to court the Devil You 'r too bold to be his Bardash Sing hi ho c. He there with ingratitude
From Usurpers that stile themselves the Peoples Trustees From an old Rump in which neither Profit nor Gust is And from the recov'ry of that which now in the Dust is From Fools and Knaves c. 10. From a back-sliding Saint that pretends t' Acquiesce From crossing of Proverbs let 'um Hang that confess From a Sniveliâ—g Cause in a Pontifical dress And two Lawyer 's with the Devil And his Damm in a mess From Fools and Knaves c. 11. From those that trouble the Waters to mend the Fishing And fight the Lord's Battels under the Devill 's Commission Such as eat up the Nation while the Government 's a Dishing And from a People when it should be Doing stands Wishing From Fools and Knaves c. 12. From an everlasting Mock-Parliament and from none From Straffords Old friends Harry Jack and John From the Sollicitor's Wolfe Law deliver our King's Sonne And from the Resurrection of the Rump that is dead and gone From Fools and Knaves c. 13. From Foreigne Invasion and Commotions at Home From our present Distraction and from worse to come From the same hand again Smectymnuus or the Bumme And from taking Geneva in our way to Rome From Fools and Knaves c. 14. From a Hundred thousand pound Tax to maintain Knaves and Whores But it is well given to These that turn'd Those out of Dores From undoing our Selves in plastring old Sores He that set them a work let him pay their Scores From Fools and Knaves c. 15. From Saints and Tender-Consciences in â—uff From Mounson in a Fome and Haslerig in a Huff From both Men and Women that think they never have Enough And from a Fools Head that looks through a Chain and a Ruff. From Fools and Knaves c. 16. From those that would divide the Gen'ral and the Citty From Harry Martins Whore that was neither Sound nor Pretty From a Faction that ha's neither Brain nor Pitty From the Mercy of a Phanatique Committee From Fools and Knaves c. 17. Preserve us good Heaven from intrusting those That ha' Much to Get and Little to Loose That Murther'd the Father and the Son would Depose Sure they cann't be Our Friends that are their Countrey 's Foes From Fools and Knaves c. 18. From Bradshawâ—'s Presumption and from Hoyle's Despairs From rotten Members blinde Guides Preaching Aldermen and false May'rs From Long Knives Long Eares Long Parliaments and Long Pray'rs In mercy to this Nation Deliver us and our Heirs From Fools and Knaves c. Libera nos Domine A Dialogue betwixt TOM and DICK the former a Country-man the other a Citizenâ— Presented to his Excellency and the Council of State at Drapers-Hall in London March 28. 1660. To the Tune of I 'le never love thee more Tom. NOw would I give my life to see This wondrous Man of might Dick. Dost see that Jolly Lad That 's he I 'le warrant him hee 's Right There 's a true Trojan in his face Observe him o're and o're Dick. Come Tom If ever George be base Chorus Ne'r trust good-fellow more Hee 's none of that Phantastique Brood That Murther while they Pray That Trusse and Cheat us for our Good All in a Godly way He drinks no Blood and They no Sack Into their Guts will poure But if George does not do the Knack Cho. Ne'r trust good-fellow more His quiet Conscience needs no Guard Hee 's Brave but full of Pitty Tom. Yet by your leave he knock'd so hard H 'ad like t' awak'd the City Dick Fool 'T was the Rump that let a Fart The Chaines and Gates it tore But if George bears not a true heart Cho. Ne'r trust good-fellow more Tom. Your City blades are cunning Rooks How rarely you collogâ—e him But when your Gates flew off the Hooks You did as much be-rogue him Dick. Pug'h 'T was the Rump did only feel The blows the City bore But if George ben't as true as Steel Cho. Ne'r trust good-fellow more Tom. Come by this Hand wee 'l crack a quart Thou 'lt pledge his health I trow Tom. Tope boy Dick A lusty dish my heart Away w'ot Tom Let it go Drench me you slave in a full Bowl I 'll take 't and 't were a score Dick. Nay if George be'nt a hearty soul Cho. Ne'r trust Good-fellow more Tom. But hark you Sirrah we 're too loud Hee 'l Hang us by and by Me'thinks he should be vengeance Proud Dick. No more than Theee or I. Tom. Why then I 'le give him the best Blade That e're the Bilbo wore Dick. If George prove not a Bonny Lad Cho. Ne're trust Good-fellow more Tom. 'T was well he came we 'd mawl'd the Tail We 've all thrown up our Farms And from the Musket to the Flayl Put all our Men in Arms. The Girles had ta'ne the Members down Ne're saw such things before Dick. If George speak not the Town our own Cho. Ne're trust Good-fellow more Dick. But prethee are the Folk so mad Tom. So mad say'st They 're undone There 's not a Penny to be had And ev'ry Mothers Son Mâ—st fight if he intend to eat Grow Valiant now he is Poor Dick. Come yet if Geore don't do the feat Cho. Ne're trust Good-fellow more Tom. Why Richard 't is a Devilish thing We 're not left worth a Groat My Doll has sold her Wedding-ring And Sue has pawn'd her Coat The Sniv'ling Rogues abus'd our Squire And called our Mistriss Whore Dick. Yet if George don 't what we require Ne're trust Good-fellow more Tom. By this good day I did but Speak They took my Py-ball'd Mare And put the Carri'on Wench to th' squeak Things go against the Hair Our Prick-ear'd Cor'nel looks as bigg Still as he did before Dick. And yet if George don't hum his Gigg Ch. Ne're trust Good-fellow more 'Faith Tom our Case is much at one We 're broke for want of Trade Our City 's baffled and undone Betwixt the Rump and Blade We 've emptied both our Veins Baggs Upon a Fâ—ctious Score If George compassion not our Raggs Cho. Ne're trust Good-fellow more Tom. But what dost thou think should be the Cause Whence all these Mischiefs spring Dick Our damned breach of Oaths and Laws Our Murther of the King We have been Slaves since Charls his reign We liv'd like Lords before If George don't set all right again Cho. Ne're trust Good-fellow more Tom. Our Vicar And hee 's one that knows Told me once I know what And yet the Thief is woundy Close Dick. 'T is all the better That H 'as too much Honesty and Wit To let his Tongue run o're If this prove not a luchy hit Chorus Ne're trust Good-fellow more Shall 's ask him what he means to do Tom. ' Good faith with all my heart Thou mak'st the better Leg o' th' Two Take Thou the Better part I l'e follow if thou l't lead the Van. Dick. Content I 'le march before If George prove not a gallant man
Monster Did strait beget a Rout This Rout begat a Parliament As Charles he well remembers The Parliament got Monsters too The which begot Five Members The Members Five did then beget Most of the House of Peers The Peers mis-understandings got All Jealousies and Fears The Jealousies got Horse and Men Lest Warrs should have abounded And I dare say this Horse got Pym And he begot a Round-head The Round-head got a Citizen That great Tax-bearing Mule The Mule begot a Parliament Asse And he begot a Fool Some say the Fool got Warwick And Rich gave him his whole Land In zeal Lord Rich got God knows who And God knows who got H This H Surplices got down And those Church Rites that were He hath Petitions enough each day No need of the Lords Prayer But it 's no wonder that 's cry'd down And that indeed the rather Cause Pym and he two Bastards are And dare not say Our Father Now since this is the chiefest thing Hath got this great division Which London for to reconcile Hath got this great Munition The City hath now been refin'd From all her Drosse and Pelf They 're now about for to new mold And Coyn the Common-wealth To those who desire no Peace SHould all those various Gales whose titles are layn Enrol'd within the Pilots Register Break from their drowsie Dens where they have Bound up in slumbers and invade the Main They could not raise a storm like that which they Raise in the Common-wealth who would betray Our Peace to Civil War in which the State Must bleed it self to death and have the fate After its stock of life is spent to lye Buried i' th Rubbish of an Anarchy Should Ravens Bats and the shrill Owl conspire To twist their Notes into a General Quire And chuse the Mandrake for the Chaunter they Could not shrill forth such an ill-boding lay Or strains so Jarring as do those whose throats Warble the clamorous and untunefull Notes Of Blood and Death some whirle-wind Sirs has ta'en Its Lodging up in the Fanatick brain Of these bold sons of tumult I dare say They moulded were of some distemper'd Clay Which from its Centre was by Earth-quake torn A Tempest shook the world when they were born Sure from its Sphere the Element of Fire Is dropt and does their bosomes now inspire The flame lockt up in bold Ravillacks urne Is snatcht from thence and in their hearts does burn Night open thy black wombe and let out all Thy dreadfull furies yet these furies shall Not chill my heart with any fear since day Has furies shewn blacker by far then they Let Vaux now sleep untill the day of Doom Open his eyes forgotten in his Tomb Let none revile his dust his Name shall be Extirpated from every History To yield a room for others for 't is fit Their Names in place of his should now be writ Who think that no Religion can be good Unlesse 't be writ in Characters of Blood No marvail if the Rubrick then must be Blotted from out the Sacred Liturgie And those red Letters now no more be known They 'le have no other Rubrick but their own But shall they thus impetuously roule on And meet not any Malediction Yes sure may sleep that milde and gentle balme Which all unkind distempers does becalme Be unto them a torture may their Dreams Be all of Murders Rapes and such like Theams And when they 're spent may Wolves approach and howle To break their slumbers may the Bat and Owle Before their Gates to usher in the dayes Unwellcome light stretch out their direfull layes ' Mongst their disordered humors may there be A deadly Feud and fatal mutiny May sudden flames their houses melt away And Feavers burn their houses too of Clay May all their faculties and sences be Astonisht by some drousie Lethargie That there may be allow'd them only sence Enough to feel the pangs of Conscience Griping their souls that they who thought it sin To have peace without may have no peace within The French Report ME have of late been in England Vere me have seen much sport De raising of de Parliament Have quite pull'd down de Court De King and Queen dey seperate And rule in Ignorance Pray judge ye Gentlemen if dis Be a la mode de France A vise man dere is like a Ship Dat strikes upon de shelves Dey Prison all Behead and Whip All viser den demselves Dey send out men to fetch deyr King Who may come home perchance Oh fye fye fye it is be Gar Not a la mode de France Dey raise deyr Valiant Prentices To guard deyr Cause with Clubs Dey root deyr Bishops out of doors And Presh demselves in Tubs De Cobler and de Tinker too Dey will in time advance Pox take dem all it is Mort Dieu Not a la mode de France Instead of bowing to deyr King Dey vex him with Epistles Dey furnish all deyr Souldiers out With Bodkins Spoons and Whistles Dey bring deyr Gold and Silver in De Brownists to advance But if dey be cheat of it all ' Tiz a la mode de France But if when all deyr wealth is gone Dey turn unto deyr King Dey will make all amends again Den merrily we will sing VIVE LE ROY VIVE LE ROY Vee'le Sing Carouse and Dance De English men have done for t Bon And a la mode de France A Loyal Subjects Oath THis is my Oath for ever to despise With heart and soul and all my Faculties The Kings proud foes and with my life subdue All that to his Sacred Majesty are not true To execute his Precepts with my Blood So far as Conscience dictates it is good To make my body a Bullwark ' gainst his foes And to maintain his red and whitest Rose Venture Life and Living Sword and Muse Still to uphold the Glorious Flower-de-luce To be the same to Prince and Duke of York Or for a cursed Jew that eats no Pork Let me be Cursed and receive the Curse Hangs over Pym and Hotham and a worse I cannot wish he that denyes this Oath Let these and my Curse light upon them both Short and Sweet WIse men suffer good men grieve Knaves devise and Fools believe Help O Lord send ayd unto us Else Knaves and Fools will quite undoe us To the City of London TEll me Cittz what ye lack That the Knaves of the Pack Ye do not see forth comming Love ye Treason so well That ye neither buy nor sell But keep a noise with your Drumming What is 't that you guard With your double watch and ward Your own wares or your wises things If down come the Blades Then down go the Trades They 'll not leave a dead or a live thing What doth your profit say When shall we see the day That money shall be paid in Great Strafford he is dead Ye have cut off his bead And the Bishops all are laid in And yet you grow poor As any
Soveraign to be their Slave Desiring him that he would be Betray'd to them most loyally For it were Meeknesse sure in him To be a Vice-Roy unto Pym And if he would a while lay down His Scepter Majestie and Crown He should be made for time to come The greatest Prince in Christendom Charles at this time not having need Thank'd them as much as if he did This is the happy wish'd event Of Privilege of Parliament Pym that ador'd Publicola Who play'd the base Who got a Lust to sacrifice The HeroeÌ„ to the Peoples Eyes Whose back-from-Hell-fetch'd-knaverie By some is nick-nam'd policie Would be a Lyon with a pox When at the best hee 's but a Fox And just like him that set on fire The hallowed Ephesian Spire Hath purchas'd to be largely known In that he is an Addage grown All this to honest John is lent By Privilege of Parliament The Valiant House was not afeard To pull our Aaron by the Beard To hide dark deeds from Gazers sights Strove to blow out the Churches Lights That squares might run round as their head They long to have the Rochet sped They Vote down Universities Lest men from thence become too wise And their benighted deeds display Whose works of darknesse hate the day Hence they prefer in every Town The Petticoat before the Gown These blessings to the Land are sent By Privilege of Parliament They put forth Orders Declarations Unacted Laws and Protestations Oâ— which all can be said is this The whole is one Parenthesis Because the sence without all doubt Were ne're the lesse were all left out Petitions none must be presented But what are by themselves invented Else they not heal but Cicatrize And from the cure a Scar doth rise Though Holy Cut the fault commit Yet â—ong tail must be paid for it Unto this wound was laid a Tent By Privilege of Parliament They paid the Scottish debt and thus To be more honest they rob'd us They feed the poor with what think ye Why sure with large Calamity And once a month they think it fitting To fast from sin because from sitting They would have winde and storms supprest To drive the Hallcyon from her Nest Charles is a Picture they make bold To use the Scepter he should hold They'd pull down one but give as good A Golden Crown made up of Wood And thus is Justice justly rent By Privilege of Parliament The Call Hoe Yes IF there be any Traytor Viper or Wigeon That will fight against God for the true Religion That to maintain the Parliaments Votes Of all true Subjects will cut the throats That for the King and his Countries good Will consume all the Land with Fire and Blood I say If any such Traytor Viper Mutineer be born Let him repair to the Lord with the double gilt Horn. Englands Woe I Mean to speak of Englands sad fate To help in mean time the King and his Mate That 's ruled by an Antipodian State Which no body can deny But had these seditious times been when We had the life of wise Poet Ben Parsons had never been Parliament men Which no body can deny Had Statesmen read the Bible throughout And not gone by the Bible so round about They would have ruled themselves without doubt Which no body can deny But Puritans now bear all the sway They 'll have no Bishops as most men say But God send them better another day Which no body can deny Zealous P has threatned a great downfall To cut off long locks that is bushy and small But I hope he will not take ears and all Which no body can deny P Burton sayes women that 's lewd and loose Shall wear no stallion locks for a bush They 'll only have private boyes for their use Which no body can deny They 'll not allow what pride it brings Nor favours in hats nor no such things They 'll convert all ribbands to Bible strings Which no body can deny God blesse our King and Parliament And send he may make such K repent That breed our Land such discontent Which no body can deny And blesse our Queen and Prince also And all true Subjects both high and low The Brownings can pray for themselves you know Which no body can deny Upon Ambition Occasioned by the Accusation of the Earl of STRAFFORD in the year 1640. HOw uncertain is the State Of that greatnesse we adore When Ambitiously we sore And have ta'en the glorious height 'T is but Ruine gilded o're To enslave us to our fate Whose false Delight is easier got then kept Content ne'er on its gaudy Pillow slept Then how fondly do we try With such superstitious care To build Fabricks in the Ayr Or seek safety in that sky Where no Stars but Meteors are That portend a ruine nigh And having reacht the object of our ayme We find it but a Pyramid of flame The Argument WHen the unfetter'd Subjects of the Seas The Rivers found their silver feet at ease No sooner summon'd but they swiâ—tly went To meet the Ocean at a Parliament Did not the petty Fountains say their King The Ocean was no Ocean but a Spring As now some do the Power of Kings dispute And think it lesse ' cause more is added to 't Pale Ignorance can the excesse of store Make him seem poorer then he was before The Stars the Heavens inferiour Courtiers may Govern Nights Darknesse but not rule the Day Where the Sun Lords it should they all Combine With Lucia in her brightest dresse to shine Their light 's but faint Nor can he be subdu'd Although but one and they a Multitude Say Subjects are you Stars be it allow'd You justly of your numbers may be proud But to the Sun inferiour for know this Your Light is borrow'd not your Own but His And as all streams into the Ocean run You ought to pay your Contribution Then do not such Ingratitude oppresse To make him low that could have made you lesse The Character of a Roundhead 1641. WHat Creature 's this with his short hairs His little band and huge long ears That this new faith hath founded The Puritans were never such The Sanits themselves had ne'er so much Oh such a knave 's a Rounded What 's he that doth the Bishops hate And count their Calling reprobate Cause by the Pope propounded And saies a zealous Cobler's better Then he that studieth every letter Oh such a knave 's a Roundhead What 's he that doth high Treason say As often as his yea and nay And wish the King confounded And dare maintain that Master Pym Is fitter for the Crown then him Oh such a rogue 's a Roundhead What 's he that if he chance to hear A piece of London's Common-Prayer Doth think his Conscience wounded And goes five miles to preach and pray And lyes with 's Sister by the way Oh such a rogue 's a Roundhead What 's he that met a holy Sister And in an Hay-cock gently kist her Oh! then
And makes the Labyrinth the Labyrinth's clew That sleight by sleight subdues and clearly proves Truth hath her Serpents too as well as Doves Now you that blast his Innocence Survey And view the Triumph of this Glorious day Could you if that might be if you should come To seal God's cause with your own Martyrdom Could all the blood whose Tydes move in their veins Which then perhaps were Blood but now in stains Yield it that Force and strength which it hath took Should we except his Bloud from this his Book Your Flame or Axe would lesse evince to Men Your Block and Stake would prop lesse than his Pea Is he Apostate whom the Baites of Rome Cannot seduce though all her Glories come Whom all her specious Honours cannot hold Who hates the snare although the Hook be Gold Who Prostituted Titles can despise And from despised Titles greater Rise Whom Names cannot Amuse but seats withall The Protestant above the Cardinall Who sure to his own Soul doth scorn to find A Crimson cap the Purchase of his Minde Who is not Great may blame his Fate 's Offence Who would not be is Great in 's Conscience Next these His Sweat and Care how to advance The Church but to Her Just Inheritance How to gain back her Own yet none Beguile And make her Wealth her Purchase nor her spoyle Then shape Gods worship to a joynt consent 'Till when the seamlesse Coat must still be Rent Then to repair the Shrines as Breaches sprung Which we should hear could we lend Pauls a Tongue Speak Speak great Monument while thou yet art such And Rear him 'bove their Scandals and their Touch Had he surviv'd thou mighst in Time Declare Vast things may comely be and Greatest Fair. And though thy Limbs spread high and Bulk exceed thou 'dst prov'd that Gyants are no monstrous breed Then 'bove Extent thy Lustre would prevaile And ' gainst Dimension Feature turn the Scale But now like Pyrrah's half adopted birth Where th' issue part was Woman Part was Earth Where Female some and some to stone was Bent And the one half was t'others Monument Thou must imperfect lye and learn to Groan Now for his Ruine straightway for thine own But this and Thousand such Abortives are By Bloody Rebels Ravisht from his care But yet though some miscarried in their Wombe And Deeds Still-born have hastned to the Tombe God that Rewards him now forbad his store Should all lye hid and he but give i th' Ore Many are Stampt and shapt and do still shine Approv'd at Mint a firm and Perfect Coyne Witness that Mart of Books that yonder stands Bestow'd by him though by anothers Hands Those Attick Manuscripts so rare a Piece They tell the Turk he hath not conquer'd Greece Next these a second beautuous Heap is thrown Of Eastern Authors who were all his own Who in so Various Languages appear Babel would scarce be their Interpreter To These we may that Fair-built Colledge bring Which proves that Learning 's no such Rustick thing Whose structure well contriv'd doth not relate To Antick fineness but strong lasting state Beauty well mixt with strength that it complyes Most with the Gazer's use much with his Eyes On Marble Columns thus the Arts have stood As wise Seth's Pillars saâ—'d 'em in the Flood But did he leave here Walls and only Own A Glorious Heap and make us rich in Stone Then had our Chanc'lour seem'd to fail and here Much honour due to the Artificer But this our Prudent Patron long fore-saw When he Refin'd rude Statutes into Law Our Arts and Manners to his Building falls And he erects the Men as well as Walls Thus Solons Laws his Athens did Renown And turn'd that throng of Building to a Town Yet neither Law nor Statute can be known So strickt as to Himself he made his own Which in his Actions Inventory lyes Which Hell or can never scandalize Where every Act his rigid eye surveyes And Night is Barre and Judge to all his Dayes Where all his secret Thoughts he doth comprize And every Dream summon'd to an Assize VVhere he Arraigns each Circumstance of care VVhich never parts dismiss'd without a Prayer See! how he sifts and searches every part And ransacks all the Closets of his heart He puts the hours upon the Rack and Wheel And all his minutes must confess or feel If they reveal one Act which forth did come VVhen Humane frailty crept into the Loome If one Thread stain or sully break or faint So that the Man does Inteerrupt the Saint He hunts it to its Death nor quits his feares Till 't be Embalm'd in Prayers or drown'd in Teares The Sun in all his journeys ne're did see One more devout nor one more strict than He. Since his Religion then 's Vnmixt and Fine And Works do warrant Faith as Ore the Mine VVhat can his Crime be then Now you must lay The Kingdoms Laws subverted in his way See! no such Crime doth o're his Conscience grow VVithout which Witness ne're can make it so A clear Transparent White bedecks his mind VVhere nought but Innocence can shelter find Witnesse that Breath which did your stain and blot Wipe freely out though Heaven I fear will not Witnesse that Calme and Quiet in His Breast Prologue and Preface to his Place of Rest When with the VVorld He could undaunted part And see in Death nor meagre Looks nor Dart When to the Fatal Block His Gray Age goes With the same Ease as when he took Repose He like old Enoch to His Blisse is gone T is not his Death but his Translation A Mock Remonstrance referring to the Porters Petition To Pym King of the Parliamented The Grievances are here presented Of Porters Butchers Broom-men Tanners That fain would fight under your Banners Weavers Dyers Tinkers Coblers And many other such like Joblers As Water-men and those call'd Dray-men That have a long time sung Solamen c. WHereas Imprimis first that is the Porters The heavy burthens laid on their four Quarters Is not complain'd of here nor of Us any Although We have good Causes and full many As yet unknown but there 's a day will come Shall pay for all We say no more but Mum. It is well said by some You are about To give the Church and Government a Rout Let it be so cry VVe for it is known To do 't you will want more hands than your own And since you are necessitated to Raise war 'ifaith Sirrevence do do do 'T is fit that Old things should grow out of date Like Hampden's Sister or that Beldame Kate. Old things in course do commonly decay When New perhaps may last full many a day Old Frocks old Shirts old Brooms old Boots old Skins Are much addicted to the Venial sins Of wearing out and why not then the Church That has left many a simple man i th' lurch Beside the Porters so the Surplice hate Their very Frocks they have casheer'd of late
an uncouth kind Both for its Body and its mind Make hast and see 't else 't will be gon For now 't is sick and drawing on London sad London AN ECCHO WHat wants thee that thou art in this sad taking A King What made him first remove hence his residing syding Did any here deny him satisfaction Faction Tell me whereon this strength of Faction lyes On lyes What didst thou do when the King left Parliament Lament What terms would'st give to gain his Company Any But how wouldst serve him with thy best endeavour Ever What wouldst thou do if here thou couldst behold him Hold him But if he comes not what becomes of London Vndone Upon bringing in the Plate ALL you that would no longer To a Monarch be subjected Come away to Guildhall and be there liberall Your Wish shall be there effected Come come away bring your Gold bring your Jewells Your silver Shap't or Molten If the King you 'l have down and advance to the Crown Five Members and K Regard no Proclamations They 're Subjects fit to Jest on Elsing's far better than C. R. Resolv'd upon the Question Come come away c. You Aldermen first send in Your Chaines upon these Summons To buy Ropes ends for all the Kings Friends They 're Traytors to the Commons Come come away c. Your Basons large and Ewers Unto this use alot them If ere you mean your hands to clean From th'Sins by which you got them Come come away c. Bring in your Cannes and Gobletts You Citizens confiding And think it no scorn to drink in a Horn Of your own Wives providing Come come away c. Ye Bretheren strong and lusty The Sisters Exercise yee Get Babes of Grace and Spoons apace Both Houses do advise yee Come come away c. Let the Religious Sempstress Her silver Thimble bring here 'T will be a fine thing in deposing a King To say you had a Finger Come come away c. Your Childe 's redeemed Whistle May here obtain Admittance Nor shall that Cost be utterly lost They 'le give you an Acquittance Come come away c. The Gold and Silver Bodkin The Parliament woo'd ha both Which oft doth make the House to take A Journey on the Sabboth Come come away c. You that have store of Mony Bring 't hither and be thrifty If th' Parliament thrive they 'le so contrive You shall have back Four for Fifty Come come away c. If when the Councell's ended Your Plate you will recover Be sure you may the chief Head that day On the Bridge or Tower discover Come come away c. The Prentices Petition to the Close Committee TO you close Members wee the Young men come If Justice in this house has any Room With a Petition but it is for peace If you are vext pray let all Quarrells cease First for Religion If 't be no offence Nor hinder things of greater Consequence We hope you do suppose there 's some such thing ' Cause 'thas bin often mention'd by the King Wee 'ld hav 't establisht and do hold it fit That no Lay-Levites ought to meddle with 't Next that in spight of Treason we may have A happy peace but that we need not crave For when our bodkins cease 't wil be your pleasure That arms may cease not wanting wil but treasure Else you 'le but put the King to farther trouble To beat you to 't and make you Subjects double We know y' are powerfull and can wonders do Both by your Votes and Ordinances too In case all those Murther'd Innocent men May by your Votes be made alive again Then your admiring Spirits shall perswade us That neither War nor Famine can invade us Till then you 'le give us leave to trust our Eyes And from our sad Experience now grow wise Let not the Collonell 's gaping son o' th' City Be made the Mouth unto this close Committe Whose gaudy Troope because they 're boyes he boasts They are the Children of the Lord of Hosts And knows no reason for indeed t is ' scant Why States are not like Churches Militant Next that Truth Wisedome Justice Loyalty And Law five Members of our Faculty Who not by the King but you have been so long By Votes Expell'd from your Rebellious throng May be restored and in spight of Pym Be heard to speak their mind as well as him Which if not granted we do tell you this Your Lord whose head 's in a Parenthesis Shall not secure you but we shall unty That twisted Rabble of the Hierachy Clubs are good payments and'mongst other things Know we are as many Thousands as you Kings In the Interim pray tell your fore-horse Pym Just as he loves the King so we love him Londons Farewell to the Parliament FArewell to the Parliament with hey with hey Farewell to the Parliament with hoe Your dear delight the City Our wants have made us witty And a for the Close Committee With a hey trolly lolly loe Farewell the Lord of Essex with hey with hey Farewell the Lord of Essex with hoe He sleeps till eleven And leaves the Cause at six and seven But 't is no matter their hope 's in Heaven With hey trolly lolly loe Farewell the Lord Wharton with hey with hey Farewell the Lord Wharton with hoe The Saw-pit did hide him Whilst Hastings did out-ride him Then came Brooks and he out-ly'd him With hey trolly lolly loe Farewell Billy Stroud with hey with hey Farewell Billy Stroud with hoe He swore all Whartons lyes were true And it concern'd him so to do For he was in the Saw-pit too With hey trolly lolly loe Farewell the Lord Brooks with hey with hey Farewell the Lord Brooks with hoe He said but first he had got a Rattle That but one hundred fell in the Battle Besides Dogs Whores and such Parliament Cattle With hey trolly lolly loe Farewell Say and Seale with hey with hey Farewell Say and Seale with hoe May these Valiant Sons of Ammon All be Hang'd as high as Haman With the old Anabaptist they came on With hey trolly lolly loe Farewell K with hey with hey Farewell K with hoe Thy Father writ a Godly Book Yet all was fish that came to the hook Sure he is damn'd though but for his look With hey trolly lolly loe Farewell K with hey with hey Farewell K with hoe Thy House had been confounded In vain he had compounded If he had not got a Round-head With hey trolly lolly loe Farewell D H with hey with hey Farewell D H with hoe T was his Ambition or his need Not his Religion did the deed But his Widow hath tam'd him of the speed With hey trolly lolly loe Farewell John Hampden with hey with hey Farewell John Hampden with hoe Hee 's a sly and subtile Fox Well read in Buchanan and Knox And hee s gone down to goad the Oxe With hey trolly lolly loe Farewell John Pym with hey with hey Farewell John
ELEGIE On the Death of Sir Bâ—vile Grenvile TO build upon the merit of thy Death And raise thy Fame from thy expiring Breath Were to sâ—eal Glories from thy Life and tell The World that Grenvil only did dye well But all thy Dayes were fair the same Sun rose The Lustre of thy Dawning and thy Close Thus to her Urn th' Arabian wonder flyes She lives in Perfumes and in Perfumes dyes E're stormes and tumults Names undreaded here Could in their Bloome and Inâ—ancy appeare He in the stock and treasure of his mind Had heaps of Courage and just heat combin'd Where like the thrifty Ant he kept in store Enough for Spring but for a Winter more In Peace he did direct his thoughts on Warrs And learn't in silence how to combat Jarres And though the Times look't smooth and would allow No track of Frown or Wrincle in their Brow Yet his quick sight perceiv'd the Age would low'r And while the Day was faire fore-saw the Show'r At this the prudent Augur did provide Where to endure the storme not where to hide And sought to shun the Danger now drawn nigh Not by Concealment but by Victory As valiant Seamen if the Vessel knock Rather sayle o're it than avoid the Rock And thus Resolv'd he saw on either hand The Causes and their bold Abettors stand The Kingdoms Law is the pretence of each Which these by Law preserve these by its breach The Subjects Liberty each side maintains These say it consists in freedom these in Chaines These love the decent Church but these not pass To dresse our Matron by the Geneva Glass These still enshrine their God but these adore Him most at some Araâ—nah's Threshing-floor Each part defends their King a several way By true Subjection these by Treasons they But our Spectatour soon unmask't the sin And saw all Serpent through that specious skin And midst their best Pretext did still despair In any dresse to see their Moor look fair And though the Number weigh'd i th' popular scale As light things float still with the tyde and gale He with the solid mixt and did conclude Justice makes Parties great not Multitude And with this constant Principle possest He did alone expose his single Breast Against an Armies force and bleeding lay The great Restorer o' th' Declining Day Thus slain thy Valiant Ancestor did lye When his one Bark a Navy durst defie When now encompass'd rounds he Victor stood And bath'd his Pinnace in his conquering Blood Till all his Purple current dry'd and spent He fell and left the Waves his Monument Where shall next famous Grenvills Ashes stand Thy Grandsire fills the Seas and Thou the Land To my Lord Bishop of S. on New-years day THough with the course and motion of the year Not only Starres and Sun Move where they first begun But Things and Actions do Keep the same Circle too Return'd to the same point in the same Sphear Griefs and their Causes still are where they stood 'T is the same Cloud and Night Shuts up our Joyes and Light Warres as remote from Peace And Bondage from Release As when the Sun his last years Circuite rode Though Sword and Slaughter are not Parted hence But we like years and times Meet in unequal chimes Now a Cloud and then a Sun Vndoe and are undone Let loose and stopt by th' Orbes intelligence Though Combates have so thick and frequent stood That we at length may raise A Calendar of dayes And style them foul or fair By their success not Aire And sign our Festivals by Rebels blood Though the sad years are cloath'd in such a dress That times to times give place And seasons shift their grace Not by our Cold or Heat But Conquest or Defeat And Losse makes Winter Summer happiness Nay though a greater Ruine yet await Such as the Active curse Sent to make worst times worse Deaths keen and secret dart The shame of Hearbs and Art Which proves at once our Wonder and our Fate Though these conspire to fully our request And labour to destroy And kill your New-years joy Yet still your wonted Art Will keep our wish in heart Proportion'd not toth ' times but to your breast Thus in the Storm you Calme and Silence find Nor Sword nor Sickness can approach your mind A SATYR Occasioned by the Author's Survey of a Scandalous Pamphlet intituled The Kings Cabinet opened WHen Lawes and Princes are despis'd and cheap When High patcht Mischiefs all are in the heap Returns must still be had Guilt must strive more Though not to ' Enoble yet to Enlarge her store Poor cheap Design the Rebell now must flie To Packet Warre to Paper-Treacherie The Basiliskes are turn'd to Closet-Spies And to their Poys'nous adde Enquiring eyes As Snakes and Serpents should they cast their sting Still the same Hate though not same Poyson fling And their Vain teeth to the same point addresse With the like Rancor though unlike Successe So those that into undiscerning veines Have thrown their Venom-deep and their dark stains By frail Advantages still find it good To keep th' Infection high i th' Peoples Blood For Active Treason must be doing still Lest she unlearn her Art of doing ill Who now have waded through all Publick aw Will break through Secrets and prophane their Law Know you that would their Act and Statute see Nature kept Court and made it her Decree When Angells talke all their Conceipts are brought From Minde to Minde and they discourse by Thought A Close Idea moves and Silence flies To post the Message and dispatch Replies And though Ten Legions in the Round are bent They only hear to whom the Talk was meant Now though in Men a different Law controules And Soules are not Embassadours to Soules Nature gave Reason power to find a way Which none but these could venture to betray Two close safe Pathes she did bequeath to men In Presence Whisper and at Distance Penne. Publick Decrees and Thoughts were else the same Nor went it to Converse but to Proclaim Conceipts were else but Records but by this care Our Thoughts no Commons but Inclosures are What bold Intruders then are who assail To cut their Prince's Hedge and break his Pale That so Vmanly gaze and dare be seen Ev'n then when He converses with his Queen Yet as who breaks the tall Bank's rising Side And all the Shore doth levy with the Tyde Doth not confine the Waves to any Bound But the whole Streame may gain upon the Ground So these streight Prospect scorn and Private View The Crime is small that doth engage a Few These print their Shame they must compleat their Sinne Not take some Waves and shut the Sluce agen But to the Raging of their Sea they do Let in the Madnesse of the People too But ' cause their Crime must wear a Mask and Vail And fain the Serpent would conceal his Tail No sooner comes the Libell to our view But see a stay'd demure grave
which of the Dutch States a double Jug Resembles most in belly or in beard The Card by which the Marriners are steer'd No the Scots-Errant fight and fight to eat Their Ostrich-stomachs make their Swords their meat Nature with Scots as Tooth-drawers hath dealt Who use to hang their teeth upon their Belt Yet wonder not at this their happy choise The Serpent's fatall still to Paradise Sure England hath the Hemeroids and these On the North posture of the patient seize Like Leeches thus thy Physically thirst After our bloud but in the cure shall burst Let them not think to make us run o' th' score To purchase villanage as once before When an Act pass'd to stroak them on the head Call them good Subjects buy them Gingerbread Nor Gold nor Acts of grace 't is Steel must tame The stubborn Scot a Prince that would reclaim Rebells by yielding doth like him or worse Who sadled his own back to shame his horse Was it for this you left your leaner soil Thus to lard Israel with Aegypts spoyle They are the Gospels Life guard but for them The Garrison of new Jerusalem What would the Brethren do the Cause the Cause Sack possets and the Fundamental Laws Lord what a goodly thing is want of shirts How a Scotch-stomach and no meat converts They wanted food and raiment so they took Religion for their Seamstresse and their Cook Unmask them well their honours and estate As well as conscience are sophisticate Shrive but their titles and their money poize A Laird twenty pounds pronounc'd with noise When constru'd but for a plain Yeoman go And a good sober two-pence and well so Hence then you proud Impostors get you gone You Picts in Gentry and Devotion You scandal to the stock of Verse a race Able to bring the Gibbet in disgrace Hyperbolus by suffering did traduce The Ostracism and sham'd it out of use The Indian that Heaven did forsware Because he heard the Spaniards were there Had he but known what Scots in Hell had been He would Erasmus like have hung between My Muse hath done A voider for the nonce I wrong the Devil should I pick their bones That dish is his for when the Scots decease Hell like their Nation feeds on Barnacles A Scot when from the Gallow-tree got loose Drops into Styx and turns a Soland-Goose The Scots Apostasie IS 't come to this what shall the cheeks of fame Stretcht with the breath of learned Londons name Be flag'd again and that great piece of sence As rich in Loyalty and Eloquence Brought to the Test be found a trick of State Like Chymists tinctures prov'd adulterate The Devil sure such language did atchieve To cheat our un-forwarned Grandam Eve As this impostour found out to besot Th' experienc'd English to believe a Scot. Who reconcil'd the Covenants doubtfull sence The Commons argument or the Cities pence Or did you doubt persistance in one good Would spoyle the fabrick of your Brotherhood Projected first in such a forge of sin Waâ— fit for the grand Devils hammering Or was 't ambition that this damned fact Should tell the world you know the sins you act The infamy this super-treason brings Blasts more than Murders of your sixty Kings A crime so black as being advis'dly done Those hold with these no competition Kings only suffer'd then in this doth lye Th' Assassination of Monarchy Beyond this sin no one step can be trod If not t' attempt deposing of your God Oh were you so ingag'd that we might see Heavens angry lightning 'bout your ears to flee Till you were shrivel'd to dust and your cold Land Parcht to a drought beyond the Lybian sand But 't is reserv'd till Heaven plague you worse Be Objects of an Epidemick curse First may your Brethren to whose viler ends Your power hath bawded cease to be your friends And prompted by the dictate of their reason Reproach the Traytors though they hug the Treason And may their jealousies increase and breed Till they confine your steps beyond the Tweed In forrain Nations may your loath'd name be A stigmatizing brand of infamy Till forc'd by general hate you cease to rome The world and for a plague to live at home Till you resume your poverty and be Reduc'd to beg where none can be so free To grant and may your scabby Land be all Translated to a general Hospitall Let not the Sun afford one gentle ray To give you comfort of a Summers day But as a guerdon for your Trayterous War Live cherish'd only by the Northern star No stranger deign to visit your rude coast And be to all but banisht men as lost And such in heightning of the infliction due Let provok'd Princes send them all to you Your State a Chaos be where not the Law But power your lives and liberties may aw No Subject ' mongst you keep a quiet brest But each man strive through bloud to be the best Till for those miseries on us you 've brought By your own Sword our just revenge be wrought To sum up all let your Religion be As your Allegiance mask'd hypocrisie Untill when Charles shall be compos'd in dust Perfum'd with Epithetes of good and just HE sav'd incensed Heaven may have forgot T' afford one act of mercy to a Scot Unlesse that Scot deny himself and do What 's easier far renounce his Nation too The Scots Arrears FOur hundred thousand pounds A lusty Bag indeed Was 't ever known so vast a Sum Ere past the River Tweede Great pity it is I swear Whole Carts was thither sent Where hardly two in fifty knew What Forty shillings meant But 't was to some perceiv'd Three Kingdoms were undone And those that sit here thought it fit To settle them one by one Now Ireland hath no haste So there they 'le not begin The Scotish ayde must first be paid For ye came freely in And William Lilly writes Who writes the truth you know In frosty weather they marched hither Up to the chins in snow Free quarter at excesse They do not weigh a feather Those Crowns for coals brought in by shoals Scarce kept their men together Of Plunder they esteem As trifles of no worth Of force ye dote because recruit Issued no faster forth If once this Cash is paid I hope the Scot be spedd He need not steal but fairly deal Both to be cloth'd and fedd Our sheep and Oxen may Safe in their pastures stand What need they filch the cow That 's milch to sojourn in their land I wonder much the Scot With this defiles his hand Because the summ's a price of Rome Rais'd out of the Bishops lands But too too well ye know To what intent they in come 'T was not their pains produc'd this gains 'T was sent to pack them home Methinks I hear them laugh To see how matters proved And give a shout it so fell out Ye were more fear'd than loved If Jockey after this Reneaginge hath forgot From antient fires
gone to the Dogs Oh! No I do mistake Hee 's gone in a Wherry Over the Ferry Is call'd the Stygian Lake But Cerberus that Great Porter Did read him such a Lecture That made him to roar When he came a-shoar For being Lord Protector News news news Brave Cavaliers be merry Chear up your sad souls With Bacchus Bowls Of Claret White and Sherry Where is that Cursed Crew Were of the last Kingâ— Jury By thy damned soul Go fetch them Nol Quoth â—luto in his fury Where is old Joan thy wife Her Highness I would see Come let her in She shall be my Queen For a Cuckold thou shalt be News news c. Make room for a Ramping Lady One of the Devils race This ugly Witch And nasty Bitch Spat in the King 's sweet face Iâ—le make her a Lady of Honour Qâ—oth Pluto let her in And open the door For this old Whore Shall wait upon my Queen News nâ—ws c. Here comes Sir HENRY MARTYN As good as ever pist This wenching beast Had Whores at least A thousand on his lift This made the Devils laugh So good a friend to see At Pluto's Court There 's better sport Come thou shalt dwell with me News news c. Bid Caron bring his Boat Here comes a man of fame Who hath waited here Above a year JACK BRADSHAW is his name O ho quoth Pluto then As loud as he could yawl By Oliver's Nose I did suppose Thou hadst been at White-hall News news c. Thou' rt welcome to my Court Here on my Scroul I find I have in store A thousand more As Arrant Rogues behind Why art thou sad quoth Pluto My Servants must appear Then do not grudge I 'le made thee Judge Of all my Subjects here News news c. Here comes a friend of mine Make room for the Lord LISLE His guests at last Did come so fast That made old Pluto smile Thou must along with me Now 't is too late to rue it Thy damned Soul Is on my Scroul Remember Doctor Hewet News news c. What is the Cause Sir ARTHUR Your Pulses go so quick 'T is Bishops Lands That 's in your hands VVhich makes them beat so thick Thy Oath of Abjuration Was far a worser thing For the Devil and thou Did study how VVe should abjure our KING News news c. Next comes Sir HENRY MILDMAY As good as ever twang'd VVhat Laws had we VVhen he scap'd free And honest men were hang'd Perhaps the KING 's good grace May pardon what is past But that 's all one At Pluto's Throne Thou must appear at last News news c Shall Traytors be conceal'd Oh! no Sir HENRY VANE 'T is a pittifull thing For our good KING When Traytors are in grain If thou wilt take the pains Then pray thee go and look For I am told Thou art enrol'd In Pluto's bloody Book News news c. Here comes the Learned SPEAKER Whose baggs of Gold do rust Who would not hear A Cavalier Though his Cause were nere so just Corruption bears the sway Where Justice is deny'd The Devil take him And Mr. PYM And likewise Collonel PRIDE News news c. Make room for one-ey'd HEWSON A Lord of such account 'T was a pretty Jest That such a Beast Should to such honour mount When Coblers were in fashion And Nigherds in such grace 'T was sport to see How PRIDE and he Did justle for the Place News news c. What dreadfull shew is this 'T is PRIDEAUX or his Ghost He makes such hast And comes so fast I think He 's riding Post A Lawyer if thou art Amongst the damned souls At Pluto's Barre 'T is better farre Then pleading at the Roles News news c. Oh welcome Dr. PETERS And Coâ—neâ—â—OYCE also One of these twain Was worse than Cain That gave the deadly blow One of these Cursed Rogues Was he that did the feat But some men say 'T was that Lord GRAY That made the work compleat News news c. A Boat for this Old Doctor To cross the River Styx For Pluto he Desired to see Some of his Antick tricks My Chaplain thou shalt be What more can be desired Oh! quoth he That cannot be My Lease is not expir'd News news c. Oh! my Rump my Rump my Rump My Rump smells wonderous strong The blisters rise About my Thighs With voting here so long My Rump is grown so sore I can no longer sit Hold up thy Bum The Devil is come With a Plaister to cure it News news c. VVhen Pluto keeps his feast The Rogues must all appear And Mr. SCOT I had forgot Must tast of this good Chear Find out the Man quoth Pluto That is the greatest sinner If COOK be he Then COOK shall be The Cook to Cook my dinner News news c. God blesse the KINGS good grace And keep him from his foes I wish the rather Because his Father Had too too many of those God blesse the Duke of YORK His Sister and Another Accurst be those That do oppose The sending for their Mother News news news Brave Cavaliers be merry Chear up your sad souls With Bacchus Bowls Of Claret White and Sherry The four Legg'd Elder or a Relation of a Horrible Dog and an Elders Maid To the Tune of The Ladies fall Or Gather your Rose Buds and 50 other Tunes 1. ALL Christians and Lay-Elders too For shame amend your Lives I 'll tell you of a Dog-trick now Which much concerns your wives An Elder 's Maid near Temple-bar Ah what a Quean was she Did take an ugly Mastiff Cur Where Christians use to be Help House of Commons House of Peers Oh now or never help Th' Assembly having sate four years Have now brought forth a whelp 2. One Evening late she stept aside Pretending to fetch Eggs And there she made her self a Bride To one that had four leggs Her Master heard a Rumblement And wonder'd she did tarry Not dreaming without his consent His Dog would ever marry Help House of Commons c. 3. He went to peep but was afraid And hastily did run To fetch a Staff to help his Maid Not knowing what was done He took his Elder 's Cane And cry'd out Help help here For Swash our Mastiff and poor Jane Are now fight Dog fight Bear Oh House of Commons c. 4. But when he came he was full sorry For he perceiv'd their strife That according to the Directory These two were Dog and Wife Ah then he said thou cruel Quean Why hast thou me beguil'd I wonder'd Swash was grown so lean Poor Dog he 's almost spoyl'd Oh House of Commons c. 5. I thought thou hadst no carnal sense But what 's in other Lasses And could have quench'd thy Cupiscence According to the Classis But all the Parish see it plain Since thou art in this pickle Thou art an Independent Quean And lov'st a Conventicle Oh House of Commons c. 6. Alas now each Malignant Rogue Will all
The Right was then in Old Olivers Nose But when the Devil of that did dispose It descended from thence to the Rump in the cloze Which no body can deny Nor is it likely there to stay long The Retentive Faculties being gone The Juggle is stale and Mony there 's none Which no body can deny The Secluded Members made a Tryal To Enter but them the Rump did defie all By the Ordinance of Self-denyal Which no body can deny Our Politique Doctors do us Teach That a Blood-sucking Red-coat's as good as a Leech To Relieve the Head if applyed to the Breech Which no body can deny But never was such a Worm as Vane When the State scour'd last it voided him then Yet now he 's crept into the Rump again Which no body can deny Ludlow's Fart was a Prophetique Trump There was never any thing so Jump T was the very Type of a Vote of this Rump Which no body can deny They say 't is good Luck when a Body rises With the Rump upward but he that advises To Live in that Posture is none of the wisest Which no body can deny The Reason is worse though the rime be untoward When things proceed with the wrong end forward But they talk of sad news to the Rump from the Norward VVhich no body can deny 'T was a wonderfull thing the strength of that Part At a Blast it will take you a Team from a Cart And Blow a Man's Head away with a Fart VVhich no body can deny When our Brains are Sunck below the Middle And our Consciences steer'd by the hey down-diddle Then things will go round without a Fiddle VVhich no body can deny You may order the City with a Hand-Granado Or the General with a Bastonado But no way for a Rump like a Carbonado VVhich no body can deny To make us as famous in Counsel as VVars Here 's Lenthal a Speaker for mine And Fleetwood is a Man of Mars VVhich no body can deny 'T is pitty that Nedhams Fall'n into Disgrace For he orders a Bum with a marvailous Grace And ought to attend the Rump by his Place VVhich no body can deny Yet this in despight of all Disasters Although he hath Broken the Heads of his Masters 'T is still his Profession to give 'em all Plasters VVhich no body can deny Let 'em cry down the Pope till their Throats are sore Their Design was to bring him in at the back door For the Rump has a mind to the Scarlet-whore VVhich no body can deny And this is a truth at all hands confest However unskillfull in any of the rest The Rump speaks the Language of the Beast VVhich no body can deny They talk that Lambert is like to be try'd For Treason and Buggery beside Because that he did the Rump bestride VVhich no body can deny The Rump's an old Story if well understood 'T is a thing dress'd up in a Parliaments Hood And lik't but the Taile stands where the Head should VVhich no body can deny 'T would make a man scratch where it does not itch To see forty Fools heads in one Politick breech And that hugging the Nation as the Devil did the VVitch VVhich no body can deny From rotten Members preserve our VVives From the mercy of a Rump our Estates and our Lives For they must needs go whom the Devil drives Which no body can deny A New Ballad To an Old Tune Tom of Bedlam Make room for an honest Red-coat And that you 'l say's a wonder The Gun and the Blade Are his Tools and his Trade Is for Pay to Kill and Plunder Then away with the Laws And the Good Old Cause Ne'r talk o' the Rump or the Charter 'T is the Cash does the feat All the rest 's but a Cheat VVithout That there 's no Faith nor Quarter 'T is the Mark of our Coin GOD WITH US And the Grace of the Lord go along with 't When the Georges are flown Then the Cause goes down For the Lord is departed from it Then away c. For Rome or for Geneva For the Table or the Altar This spawn of a Vote He cares not a Groat For the Pence hee 's your dog in a Halter Then away c. Tho' the Name of King or Bishop To Nostrils pure may be Loathsom Yet many there are That agree with the Maior That their Lands are wondrous toothsom Then away c. When our Masters are Poor we Leave 'em 'T is the Golden Calf we bow too VVe kill and we slay Not for Conscience but Pay Give us That wee 'l fight for you too Then away c. 'T was That first turned the King out The Lords next then the Commons 'T was that kept up Nol Till the Devil fetch'd his Soul And then it set the Bum on 's Then away c. Drunken Dick was a Lame Protector And Fleetwood a Backslider These we served as the rest But the City 's the Beast That will never cast her Rider Then away c When the Maior holds the Stirrop And the Shreeves cry God speed your Honours Then 't is but a Jump And up goes the Rump That will spur to the Devil upon us Then away c. And now for a fling at your Thimbles Your Bodkins Rings and VVhistles In truck for your Toyes We 'll fit you with Boyes 'T is the doctrine of Hugh's Epistles Then away c. When your Plate is gone and your Jewells You must next be entreated To part with your Bags And strip you to Rags And yet not think y' are cheated Then away c. The truth is the Town deserves it 'T is a Brainless Heartless Monster At a Clubb they may Bawl Or Declare at their Hall And yet at a push not one stir Then away c. Sir Arthur vows he 'll treat 'em Far worse than the Men of Chester He 's Bold now they 're Cow'd But was nothing so Lowd When he lay in the ditch at Lester Then away c. The Lord hath left John Lambert And the Spirit Feaks Anointed But why oh Lord Hast thou sheathed thy Sword Lo thy Saints are disappointed Then away c. Tho' Sir Henry be departed Sir John makes good the place now And to help on the work Of the Glorious Kirk Our Brethren march apace too Then away c. While Divines and States-men wrangle Let the Rump-ridden Nation bite on 't There are none but we That are sure to go free For the Souldier's still in the right on 't Then away c. If our Masters won't supply us With Mony Food and Clothing Let the State look to 't We 'll ha' one that will do 't Let him live we 'll not damn for nothing Then away with the Laws And the Good Old Cause Ne'r talk o' the Rump or the Charter 'T is the Cash does the Feat All the rest 's but a Cheat Without That there 's no Faith nor Quarter The Breech wash'd by a Friend to the RUMP To the
blackt Is one Cornelius Holland Who but for the Kings house lackt Wherewith to appease his Colon. The case is well amended Since that time as I think When at Court gate he tended With a little stick and a short link Sing hi ho Cornelius Your zeal cannot delude us The reason pray now tell us Why thus you plaid the Judas Sing hi ho c. At first he was a Grocer Who now we Major call Although you would think no sir If you saw him in White-hall Where he has great command And looks for cap in hand And if our eggs be not addle Shall be of the next new Moddle Sing hi ho Mr. Saloway The Lord in Heaven doth know When that from Heaven you shall away Where to the Devil you 'll go Sing hi ho c. Little Hill since set in the House Is to a Mountain grown Nor that which brought forth the Mouse But thousands the year of his own The purchase that I mean Where else but at Taunton Dean Five thousand pound per annum A sum not known to his Granam Sing hi the Good Old Cause 'T is old although not true You have got more by that then the Laws So a Good Old Cause to you Sing hi ho c. Master Cecil pray come behind Because on your own accord The other House you declin'd You shall be no longer a Lord. The reason as I guesse You silently did confesse Such Lords deserved ill The other House to fill Sing hi ho Mr. Cecil Your honour now is gone Such Lords are not worth a whistle We made better Lords of our own Sing hi ho c. Luke Robinson shall go before ye That snarling Northern tike Be sure he 'll not adore ye For honour he doth not like He cannot honour inherit And he knows he can never merit And therefore he cannot bear it That any one else should wear it Sing hi ho envious lown You 're of the Beagles kind Who alwayes barked at the Moon Because in the dark it shin'd Sing hi ho c. 'T is this that vengeance rouses That while you make long prayers You eat up widdows houses And drank the Orphans tears Long time you kept a great noise Of God and the Good Old Cause But if God to you be so kind Then I am of the Indians mind Sing hi ho Sir Harry We see by your demeanor If longer here you tarry You 'll be Sir Harry Vane Senior Sing hi ho c. Now if your zeal do warm ye Pray loud for fairer weather Swear to live and die with the Army For these Birds are flown together The House is turned out a door And I think it was no sin too If we take them there any more We 'll throw the House out of the window Bing hi ho Tom Scot You lent the Devil your hand I wonder he helpt you not But suffer'd you to be trapand Sing hi ho c. They 're once again conduced And we freed from the evil To which we long were used God bless us next from the Devil If they had not been outed The Army had been routed And then this rotten Rump Had sat untill the last trump â—ut hi ho Lambert 's here The Protectors Instrument bore And many there be that swear His Lady had done it before Sing hi ho c. Come here then honest Peters Say Grace for the second course So long as these your betters Must patience have upon force Long time ye kept a great noise With God and the Good Old Cause But if God own such as these Then where 's the Devils fees Sing hi ho Hugo I hear thou art not dead Where now to the Devil will you go Your Patrons being fled Sing hi ho my hony My heart shall never rue Four and twenty now for a penny And into the bargain HUGH A City Ballad To the Tune of Down in a Bottom 1 SInce the Realm lost its head All our trading is dead And our Money and Credit is flown We have try'd many new But find it too true That no Head fits so well as our own 2. The Drum and the Trump Devour'd all to the Rump And then they drank healths for that But that yielding no grease They next came to squeeze The City because it was fat 3. The City declar'd That they were afeard And they their Militia would settle But except the Boyes They made only a noyse Their Votes were in dock out nettle 4. The Mayor and his Peers Durst not for their ears Assert the Militia's power Though once he seem'd for it He does now abhor it And Revolted in lesse then an hour 5. 'T is that cursed wedge That took off his edge For he looks like a jolly Clubber If he had but the life And spirit of his Wife He would not lye still like a Lubber 6. Our pair of new Sheriffs Hang by them like sleeves Their valour will ne're be their sin So they be high and rich They do not care which Side looses if they may but win 7. That Earwigg that doth write Himself Lord and Knight And is one as much as the other Doth so still undermine That he spoyles our design By the help of old Besse his Brother 8. He cares not a pin So as he may get in Who ere he keep out of his right He 'll turn and return But be hang'd ere he 'll burn For he dares neither suffer nor fight 9. His Ambition him thrust Into a Pageant at first And up to the Pulpit next And then into the Chair Of our City Lord Mayor Which he better improv'd then his Text. 10. O there did he squeeze Out the Fines and the Fees Nor the Church nor the Laity ' scapes Had he staid another Year At which he did lear He had prest us like Canaans Grapes 11. There 's just such another May well be call'd Brother A Collonel stout and a Knight And an Alderman too As now Aldermen go That will neither take wrong nor do right 12. We ne're yet did know That he durst meet a foe And his pale colour speaks him afraid Yet in story we read He did one valiant deed Which was to his Masters Maid 13. Then to get an Estate He found out a Mate Which was an old Vsurers Daughter Supplanted the Son And then he begun To be Wealthy and Worshipfull after 14. There are more besides him Stands for the back Limb A crue of such Harlotry tools That who 's not more blind Then Fortune may find That he raises some besides Fools 15 Some are wary grave Sirs In their Chains and their Furs That dare not declare their opinion If hang'd they were all One tear would not fall Without the help of an Onion 16. There 's one kin to a Miter That 's no Presbyter But loyal and honest and free Had we took down the Mayor And plac'd him in the Chair Up some body had gone and we 17. There 's another a Wit Was for all he could get