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
safe Yet while the sence of Tumults deepest grow And presse in us no doubts in you arise There still dwelt calm and quiet in your Brow As our Distractions were your Exercise And taught us all assaults all Ilâ—s to beare Is not to fly from Danger but from Fear That Courage waits you still some merely rode From Tumults and the Peoples frantick Rage Counting their safety by their far abode And so grew safer still at the next Stage But 't is not space that shelters you the rest Secure themselves by Miles you by your Breast And now my Lord since you have London left Where Merchants wives dine cheap as cheap sup Where Fools themselves have of their Plate bereft And sigh and drink in the course Pewter cup. Where 's not a Silver Spoon left not that giv'n than When the first Cockney was made Christian. No not a Bodkin Pincase all they send Or carry all what ever they can happe on Ev'n to the pretty Pick Tooth whose each end Oft purg'd the Relicks of continual Capon Nothing must stay behind nothing must tarry No not the Ring by which dear Joan took Harry But now no City-Villain though he were Free of a Trade and Treason dares intrude No sawcy Prentises assault you there Engag'd by their Indentures to be rude Whom for the two first years their Masters use Onely to cry down Bishops and cleanse Shooes There as in silent Orbes you may ride on And as in Charles his Wain move without jarres Your Coach will seem your Constellation Not drawn about by Horses but by Stars Till seated near the Northern Pole wee thence Judge your seat Sphear you its Intelligence An Elegie on the Most Reverend Father in God William Lord Archbishop of CANTERBURY Attached the 18. of December 1640. Beheaded the 10. of January 1644. Most Reverend Martyr THou since thy thick Afflictions first begun Mak'st Dioclesian's dayes all Calme and Sun And when thy Tragick Annals are compil'd Old Persecution shall be Pity styl'd The Stake and Faggot shall be Temp'rate names And Mercy wear the Character of Flames Men knew not then Thrift in the Martyrs breath Nor weav'd their Lives into a four years Death Few antient Tyrants do our Stories Taxe That flew first by Delayes then by the Axe But these Tiberius like alone do cry 'T is to be Reconcil'd to let Thee dy Observe we then a while into what Maze Compasse and Circle they contrive Delayes What Turnes and wilde Perplexities they chuse Ere they can forge their Slander and Accuse The Sun hath now brought his warm Chariot back And rode his Progress round the Zodiack When yet no Crime appears when none can tell Where thy Guilt sleeps nor when 't will break the shell Why is His Shame defer'd what 's in 't that brings Your Justice back spoyles Vengeance of her Wings Hath Mercy seiz'd you will you rage no more Are Windes grown tame have Seas forgot to roar No a wilde fiercenesse hath your minds possest Which time and sins must cherish and digest You durst not now let His clear Blood be spilt You were not yet grown up to such a guilt You try if Age if Seaventy years can Kill Then y'have your Ends and you are harmlesse still But when this fail'd you do your Paths enlarge But would not yet whole Innocence discharge You 'll not be Devil All you fain would prove Good at a Distance within some Remove Virtue hath sweets which are good Mens due gaine Which Vice could not Deserve yet would Retaine This was the Cause why once it was your Care That Storms and Tempests in your Sin might share You did engage the Waves and strongly stood To make the Water guilty of his Blood Boats are dispatcht in haste and 't is his doome Not to his Charge but to his Shipwrack come Fond men your cruel Project cannot doe Tempests and storms must learn to kill from you When this comes short he must Walkâ— Pilgrimage No Coach nor Mule that may sustein his Age Must trace the City now a Desert rude And combate salvage Beasts the Multitude But when his Guardian Innocence can fling Awe round about and save him by that King When the Just cause can fright the Beasts away And make the Tyger tremble at her prey When nether Waves dare seize him nor the Rout The storm with Reason nor the storm without Lost in their streights when Plots have vanquisht bin And Sin perplext hath no Relief but Sin Agents and Instruments now on you fall You must be Judges People Waves and All. Yet ' cause the Rout will have 't perform'd by you And long to see done what they dare not Doe You put the Crime to use it swells your Heap Your Sin 's your own nor are you Guilty cheap You Husband All there 's no Appearance lost Nor comes he once to th' Bar but at your cost A constant Rate well Taxt and Levyed right And a Just value set upon each sight At last they find the Dayes by their own Purse Lesse known from him than what they do disburse But when it now strikes high for him t' appear And Chapmen see the Bargain is grown dear They Muster hands and their hot suits enlarge Not to persue the Man but save the Charge Then least you loose their Custome a just fear Selling your Sinnes and others Blood too dear You grant their Suits the Manner and the Time And he must Dye for what no Law calls Crime Th' Afflicted Martyrs when their pains began Their Trajan had or Dioclesian Their Tortures were some Colours and proceed Though from no Guilt yet ' cause they disagreed What league what friendship 's there They could not joyn And fix the Ark and Dagon in one Shrine Faith combats Faith and how agree can they That still go on but still a several way Zeal Martyrs Zeal and Heat ' gainst Heat conspires As Theban Brothers fight though in their Fires Yet as two diff'rent Stars unite their Beams And Rivers mingles Waves and mix their Streams And though they challenge each a several Name Conspire because their moysture is the same So Parties knit though they be diverse known The Men are many but the Christian one Trajan no Trajan was to his own Heard And Tygers are not by the Tygers fear'd What strange excesse then what 's that menstruous Power When Flames do Flames and Streams do Streams devour Where the same Faith ' gainst the same Faith doth knock And Sheep are Wolves to Sheep of the same Flock Where Protestant the Protestant defies Where both Assent yet one for Dissent dyes Let these that doubt this through his Actions Wade Where some must needs Convince All may perswade Was he Apostate who your Champion stood Bath'd in his Inke before as now in Blood He that unwinds the subtle Jesuite That Feels the Serpents Teeth and is not bit Unites the Snake finds each Mysterious knot And turns the Poyson into Antidot Doth Nicety with Nicety undoe
His Rump's plac'd wrong but 't is his face That is right Fundamental 28. What Knaves are more to be vext Sirs You 'l hear when I sing next Sirs For now my Muse is tir'd with this Abominable text Sirs Ridentem dicere verum Quid vetat Rump Rampant or the Sweet Old Cause in Sippets To the Tune of Last Parliament sat as snug as a Cat. IN the name of the fiend What the Rump up agin The Delk and the Good Old Cause If they settle agin Which to think were a sin Good night to Religion and Laws First Tithes must go down Like a sprig of the Crown Although J. Presbyter grumble Already they tell 's Our Lead and our Bells They 'll sell next our Churches must tumble This poor English Nation By this Generation Hath been grieved 11. years and more But in that season And not without reason They ha' thrice been turn'd out of door Which they please to call force Yet themselves can do worse For this Parcel of a House Dare keep out of door Thrice as many more And value the Law not a Louse First by Owl-light they met And by that light they set The reason of it mark Their Acts and the light Do differ quite Their deeds do best with the dark Esquire Lenthall had swore He 'd fit there no more Unless in with Oxen they drew him That he once might speak true They pick'd him out two Sent Pembrook and Salisbury to him When these Gamesters were pack'd The first gracious act Was for pence for their friends of the Army Who for any side fight Except't be the right Sixscore thousand a month won't harm ye Yet many there be Say the House is not free When I am sure of that T' one another they 're so free That the Nation do see They 're too free for us to be fat Religion they wav'd Now they had us enslav'd And got us sure in their Claw They pull'd off their mask And set us our task Which is next to make Brick without straw The next Act they made Was for helping of Trade So they setled again the Excise Which the City must pay For ever and aye Yet might have chose had they been wise To pull down their King Their plate they could bring And other precious things So that Sedgwick and Peters Were no small getters By their Bodkins thimbles and rings But when for the good Of the Nation 't was stood Half ruined and forlorn Though 't lay in their power To redeem 't in an hour Not a Citizen put out his horn They had manacled their hands With King and Bishops Lands And ruined the whole Nation So that no body cares Though they and their Heirs Be cornute to the third Generation May their wives on them frown But laugh and lie down To any one else turn up Trump To mend the breed As I think there is need Be rid like their men by the Rump And may these wise Sophees Pay again for their Trophees For I hope the Parliament means Now they ha' been at the costs To set up the posts To make them pay well for the Chains Fortunate Rising or The Rump Upward GOod people and you that have been undone By Guns and Drums and the Trumpets tone And new hard words since Forty and One. Which no body can deny Here is a word that will plague you more Then any that ever went before 'T is the Rump of Harry Martins Whore VVhich c. The Cause was at first a pretty conceit To create a durty Rebel great But now that has left th' imperial Seat Which c. A General was a glorious Name Till Essex his Member spoilt his fame For a Souldier ought to be good at the Game Which c. The Communication Line was a Jigg And as good as the Bath to make women big Who never were so till they learnt to digg Which c. Artillery was a thundring word Where many appear'd with Musket and Sword To fright poor Atkins out of a turd Which c. Cavalier was a name of as great a Force As Centaure that is both Man and Horse And for Ravishing suffered many a curse Which c. Yet every Woman that had this fear Although in her heart a Roundhead she were In her belly she wisht a Cavalier Which c. Sequestration scar'd Men out of their Plate Excise drew potent Ale out of date And the Corps de Gard broke many of pate Which c. The Plunderers made men hide their money And women their jewels if they had any And one there was hid Gold in her Cunny Which c. A Commonwealth is a Citizens trust And by his wife ador'd it must As a Topique to prove adultery just Which c. The Protector storm'd with all mankind Made Kings and Princes walk behind Till the Divel out-ranted him in a wind Which c. The Committee of Safety threw the Dye But some body spit in his face from on high And made the valiant Fleetwood cry Which c. But the Rump is a word of such a power Pronounc'd your beer like thunder 't will sowr And after make you squitter an howr Which c. The squirting at Epsom's not worth a louse Rump out-does all that comes there to carouse For it shit from Portsmouth to Wallingford house Which c. If Booth were no Knave a Fool let him be To keep such a stir for Liberty When the Rump sets all it's Tenants Free Which c. He that could imitate sounds in a fart And speak from behind with a wondrous Art Were he living now should take Lenthals part Which c. And then a Fart for the Cities forces For Monk that 's coming with all his Horses And a T for Fairfax too that worse is Which c. A Parson once in a frolick Divine Exhausted Glasses twenty and nine For Turkey's Rump in Canary wine Which c. And sure he received a Revelation When to preach he left his first Vocation That a Rump in time should rule the Nation Which c. Montelions Diall's a drolling Mock With a stick in the Countrey Fellows dock And fitter now than the Pallace clock VVhich c. Morlay a joynt of the Rump grew bigg And swelling but politick Haslerigg Ha's sent him for Physick to Doctor Trigg Which c. Mad Vane was Anointed King and said He received a Crown that burden'd his Head For which the Rump sent him home to Bed Which c. The Abjuring Oath made the Speaker Sick Which Haslerigg taking in the Nick For his fain'd one show'd him a real Trick VVhich c. Thus what for aliment is unfit The Tail by a vertue guiding it Excludes and leaves it self beshit VVhich c. Let no man pretend any Cause Against the Rump to open his Jawes For it rules by the Fundamental Laws VVhich no body can deny A proper New Ballad on the Old Parliaament or the Second Part of Knave out of Doors To the Tune
unruly Member Give the General the Oath cryes one but his Conscience being a little tender I 'll Abjure you with a Horse-pox quoth George and make you remember The ' Leaventh of February longer than the Fifth of November From a Rump c. With that Monk leaves in Rump assembled the three Estates But oh how the Citizens hugg'd him for breaking down their Gates For tearing up their Postes and Chaines and for clapping-up their Mates When they saw that he brought them Plasters for their broken Pates From a Rump c. In truth this ruflle put the Town in great disorder Some Knaves in Office smil'd expecting 'T would go furder But at the last my life on 't George is no Rumper said the Recorder For there never was either Honest man or Mâ—nck of that Order From a Rump c. And so it prov'd for Gentlemen sayes the General I 'll make you amends Our Greeting was a little untoward but we 'll part Friends A little time shall shew you which way my Design tends And that besides the good of Church and State I have no other ends From a Rump c. His Excellence had no sooner pass'd this Declaration and Promise But in steps Secretary Scot the Rumps man Thomas With Luke their lame Evangelist the Devil keep 'um from us To shew Monk what precious Members of Church and State the Bummha's From a Rump c. And now comes the Supplication of the Members under the Rod Nay My Lord cryes the Brewers Clerk good my Lord for the love of God Consider yourself us and this poor Nation and that Tyrant abroad Don't leave us but George gave him a Shrugg instead of a Nodd. From a Rump c. This mortal Silence was followed with a most hideous Noyse Of Free-Parliament Bells and Rump-confounding Boyes Crying Gueld the Rogues Singe their Tayles when with a low Voyce Fire and Sword by this Light cryes Tom let 's look to our Toyes From a Rump c. Never were wretched Members in so sad a Plight Some were Broyl'd some Toasted others burnt out-right Nay against Rumps so Pittylesse was their Rage and Spite That not a Citizen would kiss his Wife that Night From a Rump c. By this time Death and Hell appear'd in the ghastly Looks Of Scot and Robinson those Legislative Rooks And it must needs put the Rump most damnably off the Hooks To see that when God has sent Meat the Devil should send Cooks From a Rump c. But Providence their old Friend brought these Saints off at Last And through the Pikes and the Flames un-dismembred they past Although God wot with many struglings and much Hast For Members or no Members was but a measuring Cast From a Rump c. Being come to Whitehall there 's the dismal mone Let Monk be Damn'd cryes Arthur in a terrible tone That Traytor and those Cukoldly Rogues that set him on But tho' the Knight Spits blood 't is observ'd that he Draws none From a Rump c. The Plague Bawle you cryes Harry Martyn you have brought us to this Condition You must be canting and be Pox'd with your Bare-bones Petition And take in that Bull-headed splay-footed Member of Circumcision That Bacon-fac'd Jew Corbet that Son of Perdition From a Rump c. Then in steps Driv'ling Mounson to take up the Squabble That Lord which first taught the use of the Woodden Dagger and Laddle He that out-does Jack Pudding at a Custard or a Caudle And were the Best Fool in Europe but that he wants a Bauble From a Rump c. More was said to little Purpose the next News is a Declaration From the Rump for a Free-State according to the Covenant of the Nation And a Free-Parliament under Oath and Qualification Where none shall be Elect but Members of Reprobation From a Rump c. Here 's the Tail Firk'd a Piece acted lately with great applause With a Plea for the Prerogative Breech and the Good Old Cause Proving that Rumps and Members are antienter than Laws And that a Bumme Divided is never the worse for the Flawes From a Rump c. But all things have their Period and Fate An Act of Parliament dissolves a Rump of State Members grow weak and Tayles themselves runs out of Date And yet thou shalt not Dye Dear Breech thy Fame I 'll celebrate From a Rump c. Here lies a Pack of Cheats that did their Souls and Country Sell. For Dirt The Devil was their good Lord him they serv'd well By his Advice they Stood and Acted and by his President they fell Like Lucifer making but one step betwixt Heaven and Hell From a Rump insatiate as the Sea Libera nos Domine A Free-Parliament Letany To the Tune of An old Souldier of the Queens 1. MOre Ballads here 's a spick and span new Supplication By Order of a Committee for the Reformation To be read in all Churches and Chappels of this Nation Upon pain of Slavery and Sequestration From Fools and Knaves in our Parliament-free Libera nos Domine 2. From those that ha' more Religion and lesse Conscience than their Fellows From a Representative that 's fearfull and jealous From a starting Jadish People that is troubled with the yellows And a Priest that blows the Cole a Turd in the Bellows From Fools and Knaves c. 3. From Shepheards that leade their Flocks into the Briers And then Fleece ' um Fâ—om Vow-breakers and King-tryers Of Church and Crown-lands from both Sellers and Buyers From the Children of him that 's the Father of Lyers From Fools and Knaves c. 4. From the Doctrine and Discipline of now and anon Preserve us and our wives from John T Saint John Like Master like Man every way but one The Master has a large Conscience and the Man has none From Fools and Knaves c. 5. From Major Generals Army Officers and that Phanatique Crew From the Parboyl'd Pimp Scot and from Good-face the Jew From old Mildmay that in Cheapside mistook his Queâ—e And from him that wont Pledge give the Devil his due From Fools and Knaves c. 6. From long-winded Speeches and not a wise word From a Gospel-Ministry setled by th' Sword From the Act of a Rump that stinks when 't is stir'd From a Knight of the Post and a Cobling Lord From Fools and Knaves c. 7 From all the Rich People that ha' made us Poor From a Speaker that creeps to the House by a Back-dore From that Badger Robinson that limps and bites sore And that dog in a doublet Arthur that will do so no more From Fools and Knaves c. 8. From a certain Sly Knave with a Beastly name From a Parl'ment that 's wilde and a People that 's tame From Skippon Titchbourne Ireton and another of the Same From a Dunghill Cock and a Hen of the Game From Fools and Knaves c. 9. From all those that sate in the High Court of Justice
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
Common whore That hath been long a fading There 's no man will buy Ye may leave to swear and lie As ye use to do in your trading There 's something Behind That lies in the winde And brings you thus to nothing What doth then remain O the Parliament must raign And you 'll have A King and no King But though their power can From a VVoman turn a Man If they please so to declare him Yet let them take heed The King is King indeed And the Souldiers cannot spare him Is 't nothing ye think 24. in a Link Kings that make his succession Besides for our Good Three Princes of the Brood And three Kingdoms in Possession And all his Vertues too Should be something to you If they could ought amend you But ' cause Hee 's Chaste and Just You 'd have Cruelty and Lust Another King Harry God send you But if you mean to thrive And keep your trades alive And bring to your City treasure Give the King his full Rate As well as to the State And let Him have London measure The Players Petition to the Parliament HEroick Sirs you glorious nine or ten That can depose the King and the Kings men Who by your Sublime Rhetorick agree That prisons are the Subjects libertie And though we sent in silver at great rates You plunder to secure us our Estates Your serious subtilty is grown so grave We dare not tell you how much power you have At least you dare not hear us how you frown If we but say King Pym wears Charles his Crown Such a word's Treason and you dare not hear it Treason to speak it and yet not to wear it O wise mysterious Synod what shall we Do for such men as you e're forty three Be half expir'd and an unlucky season Shall set a period to Triennial Treason When the fields pitcht and some for all their skill Shall fight a Bloody Battel on Tower-Hill Where Master Pym your wise judicious Schollar Ascends his Throne and takes his Crown in Coller When Canterbury coming forth shall wonder You have so long secur'd him from the Thunder Of King-hunting Prentices and the Mayor Shall jussel zealous Isaack from his Chair Fore-seeing Brookes thou drewst a happy lot 'T was a wise Bolt although 't was quickly shot But whilst you live our loude Petition craves That we the true Subjects and the true Slaves May in our Comick mirth and Tragick rage Set up the Theatre and shew the Stage The shop of truth and fancy and we Vow Not to Act any thing you disallow We will not dare at your strange Votes to Jeaâ— Not personate King Pym with his State-flear Aspiring Cataline shall be forgot Bloody Seâ—anus or who e're would Plot Confusion to a State the Warrs betwixt The Parliament and just Henry the sixt Shall have no thought or mention cause their power Not only plac'd but left him in the Tower Noâ— yet the Grave advice of learned Pym Make a Malignant and then Plunder him All these and such like actions as may maâ— Your soaring Plots and shew you what you are We will omit lest that your mention shake 'um Why should the men be wiser then you make ' um Methinks there should not such a difference be 'Twixt our profession and your quality You meet plot talk consult with minds immense The like with us but only we speak sense Inferiour unto you we can tell how To depose Kings there we are more then you Although not more then what you would theâ— we Likewise in our vast Privilege agree Only yours are the longer and controules Not only Lives and fortunes but mens Souls For you declare by Aenigmatick sense A Privilege over mens Conscience As if the Trinity would not consent To save a Soul without the Parliament Wee make the People laugh at some vain shew And as they laugh at us they doe at you But then i' th Contrary we disagree For you can make them cry faster then wee Your Tragedies more really are exprest You murder men in Earnest wee in Jest. There we come short But if you follow 't thus Some wise men fear you will come short of us Now humbly as we did begin Wee pray Dear School-masters you 'd give us leave to play Quickly before the King come for we wou'd Be glad to say y 'ave done a little good Since you have sate your Play is almost done As well as ours would it had ne'er begun For we shall see e're the last Act be spent Enter the King Exeunt the Parliament And hey then up go we who by the frown Of guilty Consciences have been kept down So may you still remain and sit and Vote And through your own beam see your brothers mote Until a legal trial do shew how You us'd the King and hey then up goe you So pray your humble Slaves with all their powers That they may have their due and you have yours A Madrigall on Justice alluding to the PARLIAMENT JUstice is here made up of Might With two left hands but ne're a right And men that are well-sighted find This Justice sits with both eyes blind Yet though the Matron cannot see She holds that edg'd Sword Cruelty Which that it may not rust she whets In cutting off the Islands Teats Who long since did Anathemize Englands too too much seeing eyes Because they have been found to be Guilty of Wit and Piety All this and more they rudely vent By Privilege of Parliament All former Laws fall head-long down And are themselves now lawless grown Equity hath been lately try'd And Right it self been rectin'd The rules that shew a Christian how To live must all be ruled now The Lesson here to learn is brought And Ethicks better manners taught Religion and the Churches wealth Of late deprived of their health Were brought to th' House that they might be Cured of their Integrity We found a seam for this great rent By Privilege of Parliament Most men do now the Buttocks lick Of their great body Politick For not the head but breech is it By which the Kingdom now doth sit The world is chang'd and we have Choyces Not by most Reasons but most Voyces The Lion's trod on by the Mouse The lower is the upper House As once from Chaos order came So do their orders Chaos frame And smoothly work the Lands delusion By a Methodical Confusion These are the things that lately went By Privilege of Parliament They would not have the kingdom fall By an Ignoble Funeral But piously prefer the Nation To a renowned Decollation The feet and lower parts 't is sed Would trample on and off the head What ere they say this is the thing They love the Charles but hate the King To make an even Grove one stroke Should lift the Shrubb unto the Oake Anew-found musick they would make A Gamut but no Ela take This is the pious good intent Of Privilege of Parliament In all humilitie they crave Their
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
a new Thanks-giving This made Mr. Case with a pittifull face In the Pulpit to fall a weeping Though his mouth utter'd lyes truth fell from his eyes VVhich kept our Lord Maior from sleeping Now shut up shops and spend your last drops For the Laws of your Cause you that loath 'um Lest Essex should start and play the Second part Of Worshipfull Sir John Hotham The Battel of Worcester ALl you that be true to the King the State Come listen and I le tell you what happen'd of late In a large field near Worcesters gate Which no body can deny Brave Sir John Byron true to the Crown VVith forces too few t is very well known VVent thither 't is said to keep the Town Which no body can deny But whether 't was true ye have learn'd to guess As for my own part I think no lesse To give you a taste of our Future successe Which mo body can deny Thither came Fines with armes Complete The Town to take and Byron defeat Provisions were made but he staid not to eat Which no body can deny But as soon as he heard our great Guns play VVith a Flea in 's ear he ran quite away Like the lawfull begotten Son of Lord Say Which no body c. Nay had the old Crop-ear'd his Father dar'd To approach the walls his design had bin marr'd For Byron would not have proved a VVard Which no body can deny Pox on him he keeps his Patent yet But I hope next Term he shall not fit 'T was but quam diu se bene Gesserit Which no body c. But now behold increased in force Hee comes again with ten Troups of Horse Oh bloudy-Man he had no remorse Which no body c. They marched up boldly without any fear Little thinking Prince Rupert was come so near But alas poor souls it cost them dear Which no body c. The Prince like a Gallant man of his trade Marcht out of the Town till this quarter was made Sir the Enemies are near at hand it is said Which no body c. Where where are they Prince Rupert cryes And looking about with fiery eyes Some thirty behind a hedge he spyes Which no body c. This Forlorn-hope he no sooner saw But 4. or 5. more did towards them draw He asked who 's there one answer'd him haw Which no body c. The man you 'll say was rudely bred The Prince shot a Bullet into his head His haw had been better spared then said Which no body c. Prince Maurice then to second his Brother Discharg'd his Pistol and down fell another 'T were pitty but news were sent to his Mother Which no body c. Lord Digby slew one to his great fame So did Monsieur de Lislâ— and Sir Rich. Crane And another French man with a harder name Which no body c. Prince Rupert to his own Force retired And bad them not shoot till their Doublets were fired His Courage and Conduct were both admired Which no body c. He Charged but twice yet made them shrink 'T were hard to get off now one would think Yet both can do it as easie as drink Which no body c. Then have amongst ye quoth Sir Lewes Dives For a good Cause you know alwayes thrives His heart in his shoulders cost many mens lives Which no body c. John Byron did as bravely fight To the Prince of Wales his great delight He came home in safety and was made a Knight Which no body c. My Friend David Walter in Doublet white Without any Armes either rusty or bright Charg'd through them twice like a little spright Which no body c. But oh Prince Maurice where was he Where one of us would be loath to be Surrounded with Butchers three times three Which no body c. These men of East-cheap little said But all their blows at his head they made As if they had been at work at their Trade Which no body c. Then came a French-man fiery and keen He broke the Ring and came in between Ere a man let a not a Butcher was seen Which no body c. Brave Lord Wilmot by whose hands did fall Many a Rebell stout and tall Came to him without any Armes at all Which no body c. Their Horses then close up they spur'd The wounds they gave were all with the Sword Their Pistols proved not worth a Which no body c. But the Parliament having quite forgot To Vote that Sandys should not be shot By the hand of a Mounsier he went to the pot Which no body c. Douglas a Scotch-man of great fame Was slain that day for want of the same The Houses in this were much to blame Which no body c. Of all their chief Commanders that day I hold it fit I should something say His name was Brown and he ran away Which no body c. If a few more o 'em should shew such a freak Both Houses surely would quickly break And honester men would have leave to speak Which no body c. They fly they fly Prince Rupert cry'd No sooner said but away they hy'd The force of his Armes they durst not abide Which no body can deny Smectymnuus or the Club-Divines SMectymnuus the Goblin makes me start I' th' Name of Rabbi Abraham what art Syriack or Arabick or Welch what skilt Ap all the Brick-layers that Babel built Some Conjurer translate and let me know it Till then 't is fit for a West-Saxon Poet. But do the Brother-hood then play their Prizes Like Mummers in Religion with disguises Out-brave us with a name in Rank and File A name which if 't were train'd would spread a Mile The Saints monopolie the zealous cluster Which like the Porcupine presents a muster And shoots his quills at Bishops and their Sees A Devont litter of young Maccabees Thus Jack of all trades hath devoutly shown The twelve Apostles on a cherry-stone Thus fashion's Al-a-Mode in Treasons fashion Now we have heresie by Complication Like to Don Quixots Rosary of slaves Strung on a chain a Murnival of Knaves Packt in a trick like Gypsies when they ride Or like Colleagues which fit all on a side So the vain Satyrists stand all a row As hollow teeth upon a Lute-string show Th' Italian Monster pregnant with his Brother Natures Diaeresis half one another He with his little sides-man Lazarus Must both give way unto Smectymnuus Next Sturbridge Fair is Smecks for lo his side Into a five-fold Lezar's multipli'd Under each arm there 's tuckt a double gyssard Five faces lurk under one single vizard The Whore of Babylon left these brats behind Heirs of confusion by Gavelkind I think Pythagoras's foul is rambl'd hither With all the change of Rayment on together Smec is her general Ward-robe shee 'l not dare To think of him as of a thorough fare He stops the Gossiping Dame alone he is The purlew of a Metempsichosis
stuff The Devil is tyr'd and Hell hath laugh'd enough The world descryes the Cheat 't is quickly known They no Faith hate who have Resolv'd on None These may not fight that is the King you 'd have Tamely forsake his Crown and be your Slave His Easier Subjects long agoe you gat All who approv'd your Baite and swallow'd that Indeed Discerning souls the snare forsook And through the Wave did still descry the Hook But yet so close designs were cast about Your Race was half runne e're the King set out Yet you complain and guilty fears do gnaw Lest you should scanted be for Space and Law Conscious though you your cause did forward meet Its Guilt and Sin hangs Plummets at its feet Are not the Jews Walloones the Turks and all meet Whom from as Diff'rent Gods as Lands you call An Army strong to keep the cause in heart But that the King must with His Subjects part Can no Accession so much safety send But you will Dread Him still before you end Sometimes at Ebbes his God doth let Him stand That so the Rescue may declare His hand But what you hope may make the King's side pause Is what he writes about the Penall Laws Poor shallow souls I deem it one from hence To forfeit Loyalty and forfeit Sence Shall such as wast their Blood be quite debarr'd And kept without the Pale from all Reward Shall fame report shall after Ages tell So just a King regards not who do dwell But you pretend this was a State-Decree Nor without Pow'r which made may cancel'd be The King nev'r sayes it shall but cannot doubt That when his God hath brought his work about And shifted Jarres and Tumults into Ease And set him ' midst his Counsell in High peace Their joynt united suffrage will think fit To give this Act or something Great as it But see His Pardon then to Ireland came Wild Rebells offers he not you the same He holds still out the same fresh chearfull Ray You shut your Windows and exclude the Day Embrace the shine or else expect the stroak The Flint the Sun ne're melts at last is broke But now the Flood-gates opâ— and a free â—luce â—ets in all sencelesse Doctrines and wild use And by Comparing what 's said long agoe Finds Disproportion in the King's Acts now His past Resolves it up to Present brings His Vowes to Vowes and Things to combate Things A Different face throughout and a fresh Scene Succeed and all his Acts seem shifted clean Weak men who are depriv'd by Guilt or chance Of all the lights of Common Circumstance That have unlearn't that Actions shift their Face And daâ—e their worth from Persons Time and Place And sundry such from whose Neglâ—cts appear Acts as Sinnes there which are Try'd Virtues here For instance then oâ—t as the King reflects His Oath 's enjoyn His People he protects Which Oathes extent and Circuit we may view Spread ore th' Five Execrable Members too Yet far as 't them concerns that Chain is broke That Oath left Him because they leâ—t His Yoake Now of this Pitch and Size do still appear All Aiery Scruples which are started there The King Declared He thought you meant no ill Say would you have the King Declare so still Allow but Different Circumstance and we Find all your Scandalls will his Glories be Now as the worst things have some things of stead And some Tâ—ades treasure Jewells in their Head So doth this Libels womb Girt and contain What though it compasse Round it cannâ—t stain Lines of so cleare yet â—o Majestick straine A most Transparent yet a close-wove Veine Which when we reach its Sense we may descry We see more by its Light then our own Eye So Phoebus when the Cloud and Night is done Lends us his Light to know he is the Sunne Yet this expressive clearnesse is but barke An Out-side Sunne which guards us from the dark Here the Bright Language shuts in Brighter sense Rich Diamonds sleep within a Crystall Fence Gemmes of that rate to Tully they 'd appear Fit purchase for his Critick Senates Ear And their whole Shine in a full Lustre tends To God His Conscience Consort and his Friends THE CLOSE No winding Characters no secret Maze Could so perplex but they have found their wayes They thred the Labyrinth and what to do Whe'r tends the Guide what purchase in this Clew Rash Alexander forc't King Gordius Knot And so in hand found he a Rope had got A New Diurnal of Passages more Exactly drawn up then heretofore Printed and Published 't is order'd to be By Henry Elsing the Clerk of the P. 1 June 1643. Since many Diurnals for which we are griev'd Are come from both Houses and are not believ'd The better to help them for running and flying We have put them in Verse to Authorize their lying For it has been debated and found to be true That lying's a Parliament Priviledge too And that they may the sooner our Conquests rehearse We are minded to put them in Galloping Verse But so many Maim'd Souldiers from Reading there came That in spight of the Surgeons make our Verses go lame We have ever us'd Fictions and now it is known Our Poverty has made us Poetical grown Munday On Munday both Houses fell into debate And were likely to fall by the ears as they sate Yet would they not have the businesse decided That they as the Kingdom is might be divided They had an intention to Prayers to go But Ex tempore Prayers are now Common too To Voting they fall and the key of the work Was the raising of Money for the State and the Kirk 'T is only Free-loan yet this Order they make That what Men would not lend they should Plunder and take Upon this the word Plunder came into their minds And all of them did labour a new one to find They call'd it distraining yet thought it no shame To persist in the Act which they blusht for to name They Voted all Persons from Oxford that came Should be apprehended and after the same With an Humble Petition the King they request He 'd be pleas'd to return and be serv'd like the rest A Message from Oxford conducing to Peace Came next to their hands that Armes might cease They Voted and Voted and still they did vary Till at last the whole sence of the House was contrary To reason they knew by their Armes they might gain What neither true reason nor Law can maintain Cessation was Voted a dangerous Plot Because the King would have it both Houses would not But when they resolv'd it abroad must be blowne To baffle the World that the King would have none And carefully muzled the mouth of the Press Least the truth should peep through their jugling dress For they knew a Cessation would work them more harmes Than Essex could do the Cavaliers with his Arms. While they keep the Ships and the Forts in their hand They may be Traytors
thing To which they do cling If his soul be too narrow to wear 'um No delight can I see In that word call'd degree Honest Dick sounds as well As a name of an ell That with Titles doth swell And sounds like a spell To affright mortal ears that hear 'um He that wears a brave soul and dares gallantly do May be his own Herald and Godfather too 3. Why should we then doat on One with a Fools coat on Whose Coffers are cram'd But yet he 'l be damn'd Ere he 'l do a good act or a wise one What Reason has he To be ruler o're me That 's a Lord in his chest But in 's head and his breast Is empty and bare Or but puff'd up with air And can neither assist nor advise one Honour 's but air and proud flesh but dust is 'T is we Commons make Lords and the Clerk makes the Justice 4. But since men must be Of a different degree Because most do aspire To be greater and higher Then the rest of their Fellows and Brothers He that has such a spirit Let him gain it by 's merit Spend his brains wealth or blood For his Countries good And make himself fit By his valour or wit For things above the reach of all others For Honour 's a Prize and who wins it may wear it If not 't is a Badge and a burthen to bear it 5. For my part let me Be but quiet and free I 'le drink Sack and obey And let great ones sway And spend their whole time in thinking I 'le ne're busie my Pate With secrets of State The News books I 'le burn all And with the Diurnall Light Tobacco and admit That they 're so far fit As they serve good company and drinking All the name I desire is an honest Good-Fellow And that man has no worth that won't sometimes be mellow The Royalists Answer I Have reason to fly thee And not sit down by thee For I hate to behold One so sawcy and bold To deride and contemn his Superiours Our Madams and Lords And such mannerly words With the gestures that be Fit for every degree Are things that we and you Both claim as our due From all those that are our Inferiours For from the beginning there were Princes we know 'T was you Levellers hate 'um ' cause you can't be so 2. All Titles of Honours Were at first in the Donours But being granted away With the Grantees stay Where he wear a small soul or a bigger There 's a necessity That there should be degree Where 't is due we 'l afford A Sir John and my Lord Though Dick Tom and Jack Will serve you and your Pack Honest Dick's name enough for a Digger He that has a strong Purse can all things be or do He is valiant and wise and religious too 3. We have cause to adore That man that has store Though a Bore or a sot There 's something to be got Though he be neither honest nor witty Make him high let him rule Hee 'l be playing the fool And transgresse then we 'l squeze Him for fines and for fees And so we shall gain By the wants of his brain 'T is the Fools-cap that maintains the City If honour be air 't is in common and as fit For the fool the clown as for the champion or the wit 4. Then why mayn't we be Of different degree And each man aspire To be greater and higher Then his wiser or honester brother Since Fortune and Nature Their favours do scatter This hath valour that wit T'other wealth nor is 't fit That one should have all For then what would befall Him that 's born nor to one nor to'ther Though honour were a prize at first now 't is a chattle And as merchantable grown as your wares or your cattle 5. Yet in this we agree To live quiet and free To drink sack and submit And not shew our wit By our prating but silence and thinking Let the politick Jewes Read Diurnals and Newes And lard their discourse With a Comment that 's worse That which pleaseth me best Is a Song or a Jest And my obedience I 'le shew by my drinking He that drinks well does sleep well he that sleeps well doth think well He that thinks well does do well he that does well must drink well The Independents resolve COme Drawer and fill us about some Wine Let 's merrily tipple the day 's our own VVee 'l have our delights let the Country go pine Let the King and his Kingdom groan The Crown is our own and so shall continue VVee 'l Monarchy baffle quite VVee 'l drink off the Kingdomes revenue And sacrifice all to delight 'T is Power that brings Us all to be Kings And wee 'l be all crown'd by our might 2. A fig for divinity lectures and law And all that to Loyalty do pretend While we by the sword keep the Kingdom in aw Our Power shall never have end The Church and the State wee 'l turn into liquor And spend a whole Town in a day We 'l melt all their bodkins the quicker Into Sack and drink them away We 'l keep the demeans And turn Bishops and Deans And over the Presbyters sway 3. The nimble St. Patrick is sunk in his boggs And his Country men sadly cry O hone O hone St. Andrew and 's Kirk-men are lost in the foggs Now we are the Saints alone Then on our Superiours and Equalls we trample And Jockie our stirrup shall hold The City 's our Mule for example That we may in plenty be roul'd Each delicate dish Shall but Eccho our wish And our drink shall be cordial gold The Lamentation MOurn London mourn Bathe thy polluted soul in tears Return return Thou hast more cause of grief then th'hadst for fears For the whole Kingdom now begins To feel thy sorrow as they saw thy sins And now do no Compassion show Unto thy misery and woe But slight thy sufferings as thou didst theirs 2. Pride towring Pride And boyling lust those fatal twins Sit side by side And are become Plantations of sins Hence thy Rebellions first did flow Both to the King above and him below And sordid sloth The Nurse of both Have rais'd thy crimes to such a growth That sorrow must conclude as sin begins 3. Fire raging fire Shall burn thy stately towers down Yet not expire Tygres and Wolves or men more savage grown Thy Childrens brains and thine shall dash And in your blood their guilty tallons wash Thy Daughters must Allay their lust Mischiefs will be on mischief thrust Till thy Cap tumble as thou mad'st the Crown 4. Cry London cry Now now petition for redresse Where canst thou fly Thy emptyed Chests augment thy heavinesse The Gentry and the Commons loath Th' adored Houses slight thee worse than both The King poor Saint Would help but can't To heav'n alone unfold thy want Thence came thy Plagues thence onely Pity flow'th The Reformation TEll not me
She should ha 't for a Token when as he came home 8. Then since that this is the Parliament coyn Now Lilly by thy mysterious charms Or Heralds pray tell us if these ha' not been Carmen or Fidlers before by their Arms. The Rebellion NOw thanks to the Powers below We have even done our do The Myter is down and so is the Crown And with them the Corronet too All is now the Peoples and then What is theirs is ours we know There is no such thing as a Bishop or K Or Peer but in name or show Come Clowns and come Boys come Hoberdehoys Come Females of each degree Stretch out your throats bring in your Votes And make good the Anarchy Then thus it shall be sayes Alse Nay thus it shall be sayes Amie Nay thus it shall go sayes Taffie trow Nay thus it shall go sayes Jemmy Oh but the truth good People all the truth is is such a thing For it will undo both Church and State too And pull out the throat of our King No nor the Spirit nor the new Light Can make the Point so clear But we must bring out the defil'd Coat What thing the truth is and where Speak Abraham speak Hester Speak Judith speak Kâ—ster Speak tag and rag short coat and long Truth is the spell that made us rebell And murder and plunder ding dong Sure I have the truth sayes Numphs Nay I have the truth sayes Clem Nay I have the truth sayes reverend Ruth Nay I have the truth sayes Nem. Well let the truth be whose it will There is something else in ours Yet this devotion in our Religions May chance to abate our Powers Then let 's agree on some new way It skills not much how true Take P and his club or Smec and his tub Or any Sect old or new The Devil is in the pack if choyce you can lack We are fourscore Religions strong Then take your choice the Major voice Shall carry 't right or wrong Then let 's have King Charles sayes George Nay wee 'l have his Son sayes Hugh Nay then let 's have none sayes gabbering Jone Nay wee 'l be all Kings sayes Prue Nay but neighbours and friends one word more There 's something else behind And wise though you be you do not well see In which door fits the winde And for Religion to speak truth And in both Houses sence The matter is all one if any or none If it were not for the pretence Now here doth lurk the key of the work And how to dispose of the Crown Dexteriously and as it may be For your behalf and our own Then wee 'l be of this sayes Meg Nay wee 'l be of this sayes Tib Come we 'll be of all sayes pittifull Paul Nay wee 'l be of none sayes Gib Oh we shall have if we go on In Plunder Excise and Blood But few folks and poor to domineer o're And that will not be good Then let 's agree on some new way Some new and happy course The Country is grown sad the City is Horn mad And both the Houses are worse The Synod hath writ the General hath shit And both to like purpose for Religion Laws the Truth and the Cause We talk on but nothing we do Come then let 's have peace sayes Nel No no but we won't sayes Meg But I say we will sayes fiery-face Phil We will and we won't sayes Hodge Thus from the Rout who can expect Ought but confusion Since the Unity with good Monarchy Begin and end in one If then when all is thought their own And lyes at their belief These popular pates reap nought but debates From these many round-headed beast Come Royalists then do you play the men And Cavaliers give the word And now let 's see what you will be And whether you can accord A health to King Charles sayes Tom Up with it sayes Ralph like a man God blesse him sayes Doll and raise him sayes Moll And send him his own sayes Nan. But now for these prudent Wights That sit without end and to none And their Committees in Towns and Cities Fill with confusion For the bold Troops of Sectaries The Scots and their Partakers Our new British States Col. Burges and his Mates The Covenant and its Makers For all these wee 'l pray and in such a way That if it might granted be Both Jack and Gill and Moll and Will And all the world will agree Elâ—e Pox take them all sayes Bess And a Plague too sayes Mary The Devil sayes Dick and his Dam too sayes Nick Amen and amen say we On Britannicus his leap three Story high and his escape from London PAul from Damascus in a basket slides Cran'd by the faithfull Brethren down the sides Oâ— their embattel'd walls Britannicus As loath to trust the Brethrens God with us Slides too but yet more desp'rate and yet thrives In his descent needs must the Devil drives Their Cause was both the same and herein meet Only their fall was not with equal feet Which makes the Case Iambick thus we see How much News falls short of Divinity Truth was their crying crime One takes the night Th' other th' advantage of the New-sprung Light To mantle his escape how different be The Pristin and the Modern Policy Have Ages their Antipodes Yet still Close in the Propagation of ill Hence flowes this use and doctrine from the thump I last sustain'd beloved Good wits may Jump An Epigram on the People of England SWeating and chafing hot Ardelio cryes A Boat a Boat else farewell all the prize But having once set foot upon the deep Hot-spur Ardelio fell fast asleep So we on fire with zealous discontent Call'd out a Parliament a Parliament Which being obtain'd at last what did they do Even squeez the Wool-packs and lye snorting too Another BRitain a lovely Orchard seem'd to be Furnish'd with natures choise variety Temptations golden fruit of every sort Th' Hesperian Garden fann'd from fein'd report Great boyes and small together in we brake No matter what disdain'd Priapus spake Up up we lift the great boyes in the trees Hoping a common share to sympathize But they no sooner there neglected streight The shoulders that so rais'd them to this height And fell to stuffing of their own bags first And as their treasure grew so did their thirst Whiles we in lean expectance gaping stand For one shake from their charitable hand But all in vain the dropsie of desire So scortch'd them three Realms could not quench the fire Be wise then in your Ale bold youths for fear The Gardner catch us as Mosse caught his Mare Upon report there should be no more Terms kept at Westminster IS 't possible will no Terms then prevail And must the Gown and Bag jog on to sale The Bills and Answers in our Courts become Converted to the taring use of Drum And shall no more Confederacies pass 'Twixt Midsomer and dying Michaelmas Though they deprive us of Old
Howe're let it pass if you studdy upon 't I hope you will neither make Head or Tayle on 't The Advice 1. NE're trouble thy self at the Times nor their turnings Afflictions run circular and wheele about Away with these Murmurings and these Heart-burnings With the Juyce of the Grape wee 'l quench the Fire out Ne're chain nor imprison thy Soul up in sorrow What fails us to day may befriend us to morrow Wee 'l scorn our Content from others to borrow 2. Though Fortune hath left us wee 'le strive to regain her And court her with Cupps till her Favourite come Then with a Courage untam'd wee 'le maintain her And silence the noyse of the Enemies Drum Wee 'le link her unto the Man most deserving Shall keep her at work as well as from starving She shall not hereafter be at her own Carving 3. I hold him a Novice in Humane affairs Thinks whirlings in State a wonderous thing To daub up old Ruines with dirty repairs And instead of a Scepter to set up a Sling Such Atomes of Greatnesse are but Fortune's laughter She fattens them up 'till they 're fitted for slaughter Then leaves them at Tiburn to Tittar and Tauter Sharers in the Government A MEDLEY To 8. several Tunes SOme say the World is but a Cheat Troth we see 't For the feet Still rebell against the Head When Antipodian Rulers sway who 'le obey Thus some say Shall we not his own steps tread Pray were we not in the late Quarrel All pickl'd up in the same Barrel Then why that or why this Our hearts are as great as his Here is One that claims a share In the Scepter and the Chaire Though he cryes Religion down Hee 's Ambitious for a Crown Fain hee 'd have his Head to shine Where his Father â—ngs his Signe So he should had I the Power In the twinkling of an how're I of his disease would cure him What think you of the Man of War Whose Muzle is the Sea-mans Star Hee 's Arm'd within and Wall'd without To give the Rout if that we dare But faith the Dutch will hem him in And make him either sink or swim This is the News brought Mr. P To which he lent scarce half an Eare. There is one and a sly one In Scotland lurks to quarter with the Lyon He is your comeing Man sir Will lead the Van sir Pick out the meaning if you can Upon the least Commotion He wears a Coat with double-colours faced On one side whereof the States is gravely placed But on the other the Cavies rudely raced Hold Ambodexter whither wilt thou go Then comes a stout Heart A Man very pert Reaking with Revenge for Disgrace He swore he was true To give the Devil his due And as firm as the Nose on his Face Another puts in To be a States Pin Good reason it should be so He can Circumvent A Parliament Then why not Our Oliver O? Some talk this and some talk that Some talk of New wars and some they know not what But well fare the Cavalier for at a bare word Hee 's scarce left either Tongue or Sword Then Turbulent-spirited Jack bring up the Reere For thou hast a Spleene farr keener than any one here Thou spurn'st at Authoritie art Ambition's Minion And boyâ—'â—t like thy Soap to advance a New-fangled Opinion Promotion's thy drift to rule doth make thy Wits roame But a Gibbet 't is thought will stand betwixt thee and home Upon Cromwell's refusing the Kingly Power 1. HOw poor is his Spirit how lost is his Name Deceiveth Opinion and Curtailes his Fame When aâ— his Designs come near to their height 'Twixt shall I and shall I suspect their own weight He has traffiqu'd for Honour but lost the whole Freight He that 's stout in the Front not so in the Rear Doth forfeit his Fame and is Cow'd out by Fear 2. A small part of Honor to him doth belong Consults not the Glory but faints in the throng That dares not embrace what his own Soul doth Vote But yields up Our Liberties to a Red-coat Sure Midsommer's near and some Men doth dote I like the bold Romanes whose Fame ever rings That kept in Subjection such pittifull things 3. He that will be Bug-beaâ—'d is turn'd again Child A Reed than a Scepteris fitter to weild Examine the Story no Story you 'l find Saving the Story that Kat will to kind The World is deluded the Common-wealth blind These false stamps of Honour prove but Copper-Mettle And Fame sounds as loud from a Tinkers old Kettle 4. He that past has the Pikes and found Canon-free Which shews that noe Curse from his Parents could be Had a Soul so devout it made Killing a Trade And now to retreat at the sent of a Blade Doth show of what Mold our Knight-Errant was made He that flagges in his Flight when 's Ambition sores high Doth stabb his own Merit gives Fame the lye 5. Then Cicero-like yea Gown-men drench Cares Oâ—re-whelm'd with your Own and your Countries Affairs And Pulpit-men too be as Airy as Wee Do you but preach Sack up we 'l ne'r disagree That Common-wealth's best that is the most free Then fret not nor care not when the Sack 's in our Crown We can fancy a King up or fancy Him down The Encounter A SONG 1. HAng the Presbyters Gill Bring a Pinte of Sack Will More Oâ—thodox of the two Though a slender dispute Will strike the Elfe mute Hee s one of the honester Crue 2. In a Pinte there 's small heart Sirâ—ah bring us a Quart There 's substance and vigor met 'T will hold us in Play Some part of the day But we 'll suck him before Sun-set 3. The dareing old Pottle Does now bid us Battle Let 's try what his strength can do Keep your Ranks and your Files And for all his Wiles Wee 'l tumble him down Staires too 4 The Stout-breasted Lumberd His Brains ne'r encumber'd With drinking of Gallous three Tricongius was named And by Caesarâ—amed â—amed Who dubbed him Knight Cap-a-pe 5. If then Honour be in 't Why a pox should we stint Our selves of the fullness it bears H' has lesse wit than an Ape In the blood of the Grape Will not plunge himself o're head and ears 6. Then summon the Gallon A stout Foe and a tall One And likely to hold us to 't Keep Coyn in your Purse The Word is disburse I 'le warrant he falls at your foot 7. See the bold Foe appears May he falls that him fears Keep you but close Order and then We will give him the Rout Be he never so stout And prepare for his Rallying agen 8. Wee 'l dreyn the whole Cellar Pipes Butts and the Dweller If the Wine does flow no faster Will when thou dost slack us By Warrant from Bacchus Wee 'l Cane thy Tun-belly'd Master The Good Old Cause NOw Lambert's sunk and valiant M Does ape his General Cromwell And Arthur's
Court ' cause time is short Does rage like Devils from Hell Let 's mark the fate and course of State Who rises when t'other is sinking And beleive when this is past 'T will be our turn at last To bring the Good Old Cause by drinking First red nos'd Nol he swallowed all His colour shew'd he lov'd it But Dick his Son as he were none Gav 't off and hath reprov'd it But that his foes made bridge of 's nose And cry'd him down for a Protector Proving him to be a fool that would undertake to rule And not drink and fight like Hector The Grecian Lad he drank like mad Minding no work above it And Sans question kill'd Ephestion Because he 'd not approve it He got command where God had land And like a Maudlin Yonker When he tippled all and wept he laid him down to sleep Having no more Worlds to conquer Rump-Parliament would needs invent An Oath of Abjuration But Obedience and Allegiance are now come into fashion Then here 's a boul with a heart and soul To Charles and let all men say Amen to 't Though they brought the Father down From a triple Kingdom Crown Wee 'l drink the Son up agen to 't The Protecting Brewer A Brewer may be a Burgess grave And carry the matter so fine and so brave That he the better may play the Knave Which no body can deny A Brewer may be a Parliament-man For there the Knavery first began And brew most cunning Plots he can Which no body c. A Brewer may put on a Nabal face And march to the Wars with such a grace That he may get a Captains place Which no body c. A Brewer may speak so wonderous well That he may raise strange things to tell And so to be made a Collonel Which no body c. A Brewer may make his foes to flee And raise his Fortunes so that he Lieutenant-General may be Which no body c. A Brewer he may be all in all And raise his Powers both great and small That he may be a Lord General Which no body c. A Brewer may be like a Fox in a Cub And teach a Lecture out of a Tub And give the wicked world a rub Which no body c. A Brewer by 's Excize and Rate Will promise his Army he knows what And set it upon the Colledge-gate Which no body c. Methinks I hear one say to me Pray why may not a Brewer be Lord-Chancellor o' th' University Which no body c. A Brewer may be as bold as Hector When as he has drunk off his cup of Nectar And a Brewer may be a Lord Protector Which no body c. Now here remans the strangest thing How this Brewer about his Liquor did bring To be an Emperour or a King Which no body c. A Brewer may do what he will And rob the Church and State to sell His soul unto the devil of hell Which no body can deny The Power of the Sword LAY by your Pleading Law lyes a bleeding Burn all your Studies down and throw away your Reading Small power the Word has and can afford us Not half so many Priviledges as the Sword has It fosters your Masters it plasters Disasters And makes your Servants quickly greater than their Masters It venters it enters it circles it centers And makes a Prentice free in spight of his Indentures This takes off tall things and sets up small things This masters Money though Money masters all things 'T is not in season to talk of Reason Or call it Legal when the Sword will have it Treason It conquers the Crown too the Furres and the Gown too This set up a Presbyter and this pull'd him down too This subtil Deceiver turn'd Bonnet to Beaver Down drops a Bishop and up starts a Weaver This fits a Lay-man to preach and pray man 'T is this can make a Lord of him that was a Dray-man Forth from the dull pit of Follies full pit This brought an Hebrew Iron-monger to the Pulpit Such pittifull things be more happier than Kings be This got the Herauldry of Thimblebee and Slingsbee No Gospel can guide it no Law can decide it In Church or State untill the Sword hath sanctify'd it Down goes the Law-tricks for from that Matrix Sprung holy Hewson's power and tumbled down St. Patricks The Sword prevails so highly in Wales too Shinkin ap Powel cryes and swears Cuts-plutteranails too In Scotland this Waster did make such disaster They sent their Money back for which they sold their Master It batter'd so their Dunkirke and did so the Don firke That he is fled and swears the Devil is in Dunkirke He that can tower o'er him that is lower Would be but thought a Fool to put away his Power Take Books and rent 'um who would invent 'um When as the Sword replyes Negatur argumentum Your grand Colledge Butlers must stoop to your Sutlers There 's not a Library living like the Cutlers The bloud that is spilt Sir hath gain'd all the gilt Sir Thus have you seen me run the Sword up to the hilt Sir Cromwell's Coronation OLiver Oliver take up thy Crown For now thou hast made three Kingdoms thine own Call thee a Conclave of thy own creation To ride us to ruine who dare thee oppose Whilst we thy good people are at thy Devotion To fall down and worship thy terrible Nose To thee and thy Mermydons Oliver we Do tender our homage as fits thy degree We 'll pay the Excise and Taxes God blesse us With fear and contrition as penitents should Whilst you great Sir vouchsafe to oppresse us Not daring so much as in private to soold We bow down as cow'd down to thee and thy Sword For now thou hast made thy self Englands sole Lord By Mandate of Scripture and Heavenly warrant The Oath of Allegiance and Covenant too To Charles and his Kingdoms thou art Heir apparent And born to rule over the Turk and the Jew Then Oliver Oliver get up and ride Whilst Lords Knights and Gentry do run by thy side The Maulsters and Brewers account it their glory Great God of the Grain-tub's compared to thee All Rebells of old are lost in their story Till thou plod'st along to the Padington-tree The BREWER To the Tune of the Black-smith THere many a Clinching Verse is made In honour of the Black-smiths trade But more of the Brewer may be said Which no body can deny I need not much of this repeat The Black-smith cannot be compleat Unlesse the Brewer do give him a heat Which no body can deny When Smug unto the forge doth come Unlesse the Brewâ—r doth liquor him home He 'll never strike thy pot and my pot Tom. Which no body can deny Of all professions in the town The Brewers trade hath gain'd renown His liquor reacheth up to the Crown Which no body can deny Many new Lords from him there did spring Of all the trades he still was
you know 'T is fit Houshold Servants be paid their Wages With a hey down c. The Parliament's broke as well as the City 5. The Judge of Morocco Treason HILL Devour'd at a Morsell all Taunton Dean He keeps five Chambers i' th' Temple but will Now th' House is pull'd down be a Hillock again And the Devil too for his BOND doth call Though Dennis from Chamber to Chamber did hop He sate Lord President at Whitehall But now must go home to fit in his shop With a hey c. The Parliament's broke as well aâ— the City 6. Now Alderman Fustian cocks not his Beaver Who chang'd his Name from Perry to PVRY A Dean and a Bishop made out of a Weaver That had been refus'd to be of a Jury He vow'd to leave not a Gentleman Though every House were as big as Rome In all bloody Votes he highest ran But now may run down to his Bottom and Loom With a hey c The Parliament's broke as well as the City 7. Now look to your Wives for I am inform'd That carnal SCOT is again broke loose But the House that shelter'd his Lust is Reform'd As he did the Hall of Lambeth-house For he knew the High Commission sate there Both King and Cromwell he openly curs'd But Oliver now will pay his Arrear For of all kind of Scots the English is worst With a hey down down a down down Sing ho down down to make up the Ditty With a hey down down a down down The Parliament's broke as well as the City The RUMP December 26. 1659. To the Tune of The Blacksmith NOw Master Prentice for Rimes must pump On Hab Noll Arthur and Lawson Vantrump A Long Parliament of a Short Rump Which no body can deny For Wits and No-Wits now have an Itch To prepare some damnable tearing Switch For them whose very Face is a Breech Which c. Twelve years they sate above Kings and Queens Full twelve and then had enter'd their teens When Oliver came to out-sin their Sins Which c. And yet after all his signal Septembers Both he and his Babe and his Other-House Members Saw Rump was but asleep in its Embers Which c. For up it rose then out 't was blown For Lambert and Rump like my Lady and Joan Blew in and out till Rump blew out John Which c And then it swell'd with such monstrous growth That by and by it broke out in the South From whence it was called PORTS-MOUTH Which c. From thence to London it rode tan-tivy Though London then wore Holly and Ivy And sate at Whitehall in a Council-Privy Which c. Then suddenly Fleetwood fell from Grace And now cryes Heaven hath spit in his face Though he smelt it came from another place Which c. Janizary Desbrow then look'd pale For said he if this Rump prevail 'T will blow me back to my old Plough-tayl Which c. But when he felt his own Regiment kick Oh quoth he this was my own Trick ' Gainst my Brother Nol and my Nephew Dick. Which c. Now whom the Devil doth Rump represent 'T was This that Sir Thomas Jermyn meant When he call'd it a Whipping Parliament Which c. We 're stript of all shelter from the long Robe As rich and warm as the Devil left Job For Satan Rump sits Lord of the Globe Which c. And yet when all is examin'd and ponder'd You 'll find three Kingdoms enslav'd plunder'd For saying Fourty is lesse than Four hundred Which c. And now behold the Sign is in Clune But if Monck be honest or wise then soon he Makes Rump but the Italian's Domo Communi Which c. Heaven bless the King with his two brave Brothers From Rumps and Lords of the House call'd Others And hang these Rumping Sons of their Mothers Which c. And that He may blesse both Us and our Heirs Let all the Members of Commons and Peers Turn honest as He that wants his Ears Which no body can deny Sir Eglamor and the Dragon Or a Relation how Generall George Monck slew a most Cruell Dragon Febr. 11. 1659. To the Tune of Sir Eglamor 1. GEnerall George that Valiant wight He took his Sword and he would go fight And as he rode through London Town Men Women Posts and Gates fell down 2. But turning about towards Westminster He saw it must come to Fight Dog Fight Bear For there an old Dragon sate in its Den Had devour'd God knows how many brave Men. 3. This Dragon it was and a monstrous Beast With fourty or fifty heads at least And still as this Dragon drank down Blood Those heads would wag and cry good good good 4. No Hidra nor Leviathan For every Head look'd like a Man And yet they all grew Hidra-wise For cut off one and another would rise 5. Besides it had most Devilish claws Call'd Committees of the Good Old Cause But Devil and his Dam had no such Paunch As this which swallow'd Root and Branch 6. It swallow'd Churches Pallaces Forrests Islands Lands and Seas Cathedrall Choires it made but a Sallad And left not a man to sing a Ballad 7. But that which made this Dragon prevaile Was a damnable Sting stuck in its Tayle This Tayle ' gainst Christendom made Wars And swept down all St. Georges Stars 8. Then Aegypts Plagues we understood Darknesse Rivers turn'd to Blood Upstart Vermin thick as wooll And Frogs and Locusts Pulpits full 9. Yet that which most did Plague these Isles Three Kingdoms lay so sick of th' Piles For every man in dolefull dump Was tortur'd with a Bloody Rump 10. But as in its Den this Dragon did sit George gave it many a gay good hit Though then he had no Sword nor Sythe on But fought as Phoebus slew old Python 11. For George shot at him a flaming Letter Which some then thought might have been better He wipe'd the Rump away with a Paper And out it flew like a stinking Vapour 12. Now London had her own desire For every Street was pav'd with fire All Men and Bells with many a thump Cry'd Rump-Rump-Rump-Rump-Rump-Rump-R 13. Six thousand fifty Bone-fires then By twenty more thenth ' Army had Men O monstrous Rump that thus requires Though but half broyl'd six thousand Fires 14. This very day that Rump was burn'd Old Magna Charta was confirm'd This day they Voted that monstrous thing That no Addresses be made to the King 15. Now God bless Charles York Gloucester From many or from one Impostor May Kings and Peers and Commons joyn To save us both from Rump and Loyn. The Cities Feast to the Lord Protector To the Tune of Cook Laurell SIR Mayor invites his Highnesse his guest And bids him to Grocers-Hall to dinner There never was Saint at so great a Feast Provided him at the Charge of a Sinner With a ran tan the Devil is dead And what was the day do you think without
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
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
Rascally Rump hath not done And then you will wish with the Nation and me That CHARLES had his Heritage won For Swearing Sacriledge Murther and Lyes KING-Killing Hypocrisy Cheats They make no more of these Sins then of Flies HELL is almost out-damn'd by their Feats Then fight ye like men for the good of the Nation As ye hope to be civilly Drunk On free cost at blessed CHARLES Coronation Pray hard for the trunesse of Monk Heaven bless our good Soveraign the best of all Men Let the King of our Hearts be Trump That Peace and Prosperity may come agen Squire Dun and Old Nick take the Rump Then let the Knaves shuffle three Kingdoms awhile Till each Curr at his Fellow snarles Ere long they will Cut and after the Broyle The Dealing must fall to KING Charles This Flap with a Fox-tail shall have the same lot That unhorst his Tumble-down Highness For since the rest of the Members are not The Rump must shortly have FINIS The Committee of Safety HEard ye not of the Phanatick Committee Of Safety whom London that stiff-necked Citty Profanely disturbed and was not that pitty Oh blessed Reformation This gallant Committee made up of a crue Of three and twenty bad men and untrue Would have made both our Church our State for to rue Still blessed Reformation Charles Fleetwood is first and leads up the Van Whose counterfeit Zeal turns Cat in the pan And dame Sankey will swear he 's a valiant man Oh c. John Lambert at Oliver's Chair doth roare And thinks it but reason upon this score That Cromwell had sitten in his before Still c. Desborough's a Clown of whom it is sed That to be a States-man he never was bred For his Shoulders are far better proof than his Head Oh c. But whatever he wants is soundly made up By subtle Sir Vane who would bring us to sup Large draughts from the whore of Babylon's cup. Still c. And under the arm of that masked Turk Little Bennet creeps in to help on the good work And by voting down Tithes to reform the proud Kirk Oh c. The Tobacco-man Salway with a heart full of gall Puff-down Bells Steeples Priests Churches all As old superstitious Relicks of Baal Still c. Holland the Link-boy's a worshipfull Wight For he must stand by to hold them a Light While they do their works of darkness and night Oh c. Next Steel the Recorder whose politick Noddle With Out-landish Notions of State doth still quoddle Would here introduce the Venetian Moddle Still c. Brandriffe a harmless and innocent Pigeon Most zealously moves that each ignorant Wigeon May have leave to profess and own any Religion Oh c. Wat Strickland him second 's that furious Ram And swears that when first to Holland he came All Sects were permitted in Amsterdam Still c. Whitlock that mischievous dangerous Elf Never sticks to turn sides to promote his own Wealth And hath Wit enough Law enough to damne himself Oh c. Ludlow's a Saint of the Levelling mold And of courage undaunted for Faith makes him bold Since the fort at Duncannon is his strong hold Still c. Thompson a Person of noted affection Though suspected as guilty of much circumspection Yet is one of this Gang for the Peoples correction Oh c. Jesuitical Berry can hardly afford A Gown-man to preach but will make us accord That Mars hath best right to the two-edged sword Still c. Poor Sidenham would preach and pray too if he could But finding he cannot perform what he would He is bent and resolv'd ne're to do what he should Oh c. At President Laurence let none dare to scoff Or abuse his grave Sermons to call them riff raff Hee 's a Father of England and the Horse-men thereof Still c. Lord Hughson the Cobler's teeth greedily chatter To carve up a Prentice's Head in a Platter For he will go through-stitch with the whole matter Oh c. John Clark in his hast is all lightning and thunder To break all Demuries and weak Scruples asunder While his fingers do itch at the Cities rich plunder Still c. No marvel that Lilburn is one of this Train As frantick as any and as crosse in the grain For Robin inherits his Brothers mad Brain Oh c. The Mountain did travel and bring forth of late What was 't but a Mouse and Sir Harrington's pate Is pregnant with formes of the Utopian State Still c. What A Scotch Rook among all these English Jack-dawes The Laird Warriston's in for the Gude Old Cause To subvert all Proprieties Charters and Laws Oh c. A brace of sage Aldermen act in the Play Ireton and Titchburn who faithlesly may The Londoners Counsells and Plottings betray Still c. So here 's a Committee of Safety compounded Of Knave and of Fool of Papist and Roundhead On Base's of Treason and Tyranny grounded Oh c. These did their Protestant Soveraign kill These glory'd the bloud of the Nobles to spill And trampled on Parliaments at their own will Still c. These were the Carbuncles of Oliver's Nose And the Rump's stinking excrements as we suppose Bound up in the linings of Atkins's Hose Oh c. Tredeskin himself never had such a Show As this Knack which would all our Rights overthrow And Caligula-like slay three Lands at a blow Still c. What Resolves and what Orders were past I shan't tell Nor will any longer on this Subject dwell E're now an Account is given in Hell Where they 'l make a new Reformation For Monck charm'd the Goblin and packt it away To its properest Place with black Pluto to stay For which let true English-men joyfully say St. George wrought the true Reformation The GANG or the Nine Worthies and Champions Lambert c. To the Tune of Robinhood IT was at the Birth of a Winters morn With a Hey down down a down down Before the Crow had pist That nine Hero's in scorn Of a Parliament forlorn Walkt out with Sword in fist Johnne Lambert was first a dapper Squire With a Hey down c. A mickler man of might Was nere in York-shire And he did conspire With Vane Sir Harry a Knight Desborough was such a Country Swain With a Hey down c. An Easter Sun nere see He drove on a main Without any brain Such a jolt-head Knave was he Kelsey was a brave Button-maker With a Hey down c. As ever set mould upon Skewer And this Wise-aker Was a great pain-taker T' make Lambert's Nose look blewer The devout and Holy Major Creed With a Hey down c. I known 't of what Faith or Sect Had mounted a â—teed And vow'd he would bleed 'Fore Lambert should be checkt Duckenfiâ—ld Steel was nere so true With a Hey down c. And as wise as ever was Toby Lay in the Puâ—lew The Cock-pit Avâ—nue To hinder the Speakers Go-by A man of Stomack
Bayes A joyfull c. He that has marched quite three Kingdoms o're Subdu'd his great mind for to make them four The signs to bring peace and plenty to our door A joyfull c. Let all antient Glory then be a Romance Let old Fame and craz'd Time lye in a Trance Nothing new but Hony Soit qui maly pense A joyfull c. This is the Noble Champion of the Garter The Great Defender of the Magna Charter The Soveraign Good came from the Northerne Quarter A joyfull c. To settle a Nation without any Blowes To break down the Bridge of another Nose To do what all wish but no body Knows A joyfull c. To compleat a Design without any Noyse To amuse the Loud cry of Vive le Roys And sport all along with your Common wealth toys A joyfull c. But all the grand Hero's and wise ones together None had such advantage of Wine and Weather 'T is true he 's sprung of a Princely Feather A joyfull c. Where shall we begin his Trophees to raise Or when shall we make an end of his praise The blessing and honour and joy of these dayes A joyfull c. The untam'd Scot before his glorious time Has made t' expiate their treacherous crime They own him sole Conqueror of their Clime A joyfull c. His great and most powerfull Influence Ha's restrain'd them in their Obedience As if they own'd the Vice-roy of their Prince A joyfull c. The shifting Irish ' bey'd his great command The slaughtered Dutch yet rowling on the sand Crave a reflux to keep them from his hand A joyfull c. Thrice did he Victory over them repeat And the almost wearied State were forc'd to treat To save them from a final last defeat A joyfull c. Whether we conquer'd are or we must submit By his all-powerfull hand to them that sit We are sure to be eas'd of our present fit A joyfull c. What if great George should come to the City And in all your good humours should presently fit ye And I hope he will do else more is the pity A joyfull sight to see The City of LONDON'S New Letany To the Tune of the Black-Smith FRom Rumps that do Rule against Customes and Laws From a fardle of Fancies stil'd a Good Old Cause From Wives that have nails which are sharper than Claws Good Jove deliver us all From men who seek Right where it 's not to be had From such who seek good where all things are bad From wise men far worse than fools or men mad Good Jove c. From Soldiers that wrack the poor out of dores From Rumps that stuff Coffers to pleasure their Whores Which they secretly squeeze from Commâ—â—-wealth scores Good Jove c. From Ingrossers of wealth to lye by their walls Which they force from poor women for keeping of Stalls And choose for to rise by other mens falls Good Jove c. From Knaves that doe pocket good Subjects Estates From such that give Plaisters when they 've broken our Pates From Rumps that do Vote down our Postes Chaines and Gates Good Jove c From States-men that Court the Thing that they hate From wofull Repentance that comes too late From those that delight in making of bate Good Jove c From Souldiers who mutiny for want of their pay And at last go sneeking without it away Crying they hope for a far better day Good Jove c. From one who brought Forces to fill up the Town That when Rumps were at highest he might pull them down Because he himself doth aim at the Crown Good Jove c. From Commanders who never drew swords but in Schools Which were button-pointed to favour such fools Who in vapouring words do threaten Joynt stools Good Jove c. Who to loose drop of blood would faint at the heart And in dread of a Gun are scar'd at a Fart If one blows but his Nose it makes them to start Good Jove c. Who think every brush of wind an Alarm To which they make ready and cry out Arm Arm Yet secretly pray that there may be no harm Good Jove c. From a City that lyes on its back to be Gelt From those that won't stir till famine be felt From the Pike the Gun the Sword and the Belt Good Jove c. From a simple Maior not fit to Rule Hoggs From such as obey him like Spannel Doggs From Summers heat and from winters Foggs Good Jove c. From Country Petitions and Declarations That will not be drawn one inch from theiâ— stations But triumph in words for old Reformations Good Jove c. From Apprentices valour and threats from the City Which would Act great Wonders yet forbear in pitty From Fools that conceit themselves very witty Good Jove c. From Oaths and Engagements imposed by force And broken as fast without any remorse Alleadging them Ceremonies of course Good Jove c. From those whose damn'd actions with Treason are Crown'd From such that would Law and Gospel confound And vow that the City they 'l burn to the ground Good Jove c. From People that murmur with Swords in their hand And keep an entreating when they may command Yet had rather loose all than Knaves to withstand Good Jove c. From Rumps that the Kingdoms Revenue have spent From an everlasting Parliament And from an Army full of discontent Good Jove c. From such who do courtesies with a long pause From those who condemn before they hear the Cause And from Trades that are worse than picking of straws Good Jove c. From a Foes mercy when one lyes in his power From a Friends anger in an ill hour And from a Fool that 's Lieutenant of the Tower Good Jove c. From men who make use of their Friends in the nick And when the Brunt's over against them do kick The thoughts of such Varlets do make my Muse sick Good night good people all The RUMP serv'd in with a Grand Sallet or A New Ballad To the Tune of the Black-smith 1. POetical Muses have fallen heavy as a Mallet Upon the poor Rump for disgusting their Pallet To cure the disrellish take now a Grand Sallet Which no body can deny 2. This RVMP is deriv'd by lineal descent As the undoubted Heir and excrement Of the yet perpetual Parliament Which c. 3. This was such an Idol as the Zâ—alots did strain Their Purses and Consciences for to maintain Though it prov'd both of Church and Kingdom the bane Which c. 4. The tail of the Dragon 's not so bad as this Rump Which hath three such Kingdoms worn to the very stump And must leave them for the time a confused Lump Which c. 5. Our Lawes Lives Lands Liberties were upon sale By this everlasting Rump Fag-end or tail Yea to save our very Souls they refus'd to take bail Which c. 6. A Tail which was eaten
man that ere I saw Did arguments from Scripture draw Religion was before the Law 24. If so Sir Harrington's mistane Religion doth the Law sustain Law property it is most plain 35. A Parson too of no small note His sense as thred-bare are his coat And neither of them worth a groat 26. The man doth hope in time to be Chaplain to the Academy Hee 's fit for he can scarce tell three 27. Morley who thought to have been one Of the Committee but was none For had he they 'd been all undone 28. 'T was well foreseen for the wise Knot Thought that the man might have a Plot For to have dipped their Ballot 29. One in a speech he did reherse ' Gainst the Popes land he was so fierce He cut it off at least in a teirce 30. He said he 'd quote Authority That the full lengsh of Italy Contain'd but threescore miles and three 31. A Cambrobritain here god-wot Must needs make one of this learned Knot But 't were as good if he were not 32. Tafâ— Morgan God heâ— Worship save Doth shit among them very grave He 's no great States-man but great K 33. Last Skinner of his Chair grown proud Doth gravely weild the busie croud And still to Orders cries aloud 34. To tell you more of Mr. Skinner He 'd rather talk than eat his Dinner T is that which makes him look the thinner 35. But whilst the Man to Strafford cry'd Sir you to Orders must be ty'd Or else you must not here abide 26. For our course here is not to prate Of things that do too near relate To the Affairs of present state 37. Speak to the question it is sound In what of Government the Ground Or the foundation may be found 38. Strafford with that did lowly bow Good Mr. Speaker calm your brow And of my Argument allow 39. For had your Question any sense I should not take the confidence To give your Worship ought offence 40. But since for non-sense it may passe To speak to you in Country-Phasse Your Worship is a learned Asse 41. Which words he took in so much scorn That nothing else would serve his turn But presently he must adjourn 42. Adjourn quoth Strafford in a fright Are you a Burgesse or a Knight Sure I shall to the Tower to night 43. But loe the worst of all disasters A Youth stood up My learned Masters All Governments are much like plasters 44. Plaisters quoth Strafford let me dye If not this poor Academy Hâ—ve not some grand infirmity 45. And since it happens to be so I may chance be infected too Therefore my Masters all adieu Exit The Cobler's last Will and Testament or the Lord Hewson's translation 1. TO Christians all I greeting send That they may learn their souls to amend By viewing of my Coblers end 2. First to the new Lords I would give all But that like me they 're like to fall Though heartless Fleetwood has no gall 3. Yet he deserves this Legacy ROPE take you all well may I cry Hou're Murderers as well as I. 4. And will thus wry-neck end your race Since wilfulful Murther hath no place In the late Parliaments Act of Grace 5. My Paring-Knife I 'le Lambert give He may have use on 't if he live For 's throat as well as his brow I believe 6. But Richard and Harry I have forgot Shall I give them my Hammers No I will not For they did not strike while th' Iron was hot 7. Vane take my Bends and Wilks my Clue Atkins my Hose of Safforn Hue But Gregory saith my Clothes are his due 8. My Cushion will fit Q. Dowager Cromwell Whilst Shipton wifes Prophesie she doth thumb well In Chair of State 't will ease her Bum well 8. For Oliver thou didst set me on high I aim'd not at it though I winkt of an eye Yet I wish not now to come thee nigh 10. For sure ere this thou'lt burn with thy Nose Which out of thy Nostrils Brimstone throwes Would thou wert here to singe my Foes 11. There is another Lord that 's Rich To cure the City whose fingers did itch But only I went thorough stitch 12. And yet they say I was out of my Trade When as Phlebotomy I Made Some Chyrurgion to do 't I 'de better have paid 13 Ill-looking death turn back thy shaft If Charon me over Styx should waft It would disgrace our Gentle-craft 14. I' th' Good Old Cause I traded stâ—ll But in 't my Lordship smelt some ill To mend it though prov'd past my skill 15. Therefore to Tyburn I must ride Although it cannot be deny'd But that I have lived single ey'd 16. And if my Foes will do me right They 'l say I 've set the crooked streight Why then I am a Man upright 17. I wish the Jury find it so John Lilburns Jury would say no Stitch up the Lord let the Cobler go 18. But 't is no jesting matter I trow For I can't laugh although you do Yet may make a wry-mouth or so 19 Before when we debaucht the Nation We could have vouch'd our Reformation By a day or two of Humiliation 20. Now 't is not currant Pay for I Have wail'd my sins and yet they cry Hang him he weeps but with one eye The Hangman 's last Will and Testament with his Legacy to the Nine Worthies viz. Col. Lambert Creed c. I Have lived to see such wretchednesse When none but Honesty are Crimes That my Ropes are turned into Rimes I and my Gallows groan Things are so carried I can't tell how There 's as many above still as are below I have hang'd such in shirts as white as snow I and my Gallows groan Oliver he lived by a Plot The Parliament sits still and why not And I fared well by a bow-knot I and my Gallows groan All my delight was in a Jayl My estate was got at a Carts tayl I know not what these people ayle I and my Gallows groan Oliver he a Coach would drive And was honey in the Parliaments Bee-hive Neither he nor I lov'd a reprive I and my Gallows groan I wish I had had his Protectors rest I 'de have laid it an earnest for a jest But Sir Vane's worth all the rest I and my Gallows groan I have chopt off many a worthy Head And thanks to the Sheriffs have been well fed But that I can dock must never be sed I and my Gallows groan Lambert I knew was troubl'd with the yellows And more perplexed with his fellows Had I liv'd I 'de cur'd him at the Gallows I and my Gallows groan Never was any so bad as my Trade The Nine Worthies would have made As a Drudge before something a Jade I and my Gallows groan But I had got nothing by the thing There 's indempnity against the string But my heir may get by a forward Spring I and my Gallows groan I see John Lilburn at a bar And Sir George Booth that man
Popish wares By twylight still And the Quaker half mad though he looks so sad Grinds in the Jesuites Mill. Our Drums Did drown our Process and our Writs our Plums Bid kiss our Bums We sent our Laws and Persons to the Tower From whence To be deliver'd 't was in vain to sence By talking sense No Habeas Corpus in the Court of Power The Gown Did stoop the Reverend Velvet to a crew In short Red-coats Who many a day have made you pay For cutting your own throats VVe rob'd The whole of Food to pamper out the few Exciz'd your Wares And tax'd you round sixpence the pound And massacred your Bears But now Despairs black clouds do hang upon our brow For all do bow Their hearts to their true Shepheard Charles their King And we The Wolfish Rulers now must Subjects be To destiny And end our Juncto in a fatal string Then learn All future Traytors by our Tragick doom E're 't is too late Lest when you make Kingdoms to shake You copy out your fate VVe know Our high affronts to Church and State make Room For us in Hell But yet we 'l hope till the sad Rope Sayes bid the VVorld farewell Facit indignatio versum The Holy Sisters SIx of the Femal sex and purer sect Had conference of late to this effect How they might change the Popish Name of Preaching Then quoth the first it shall be called Teaching The second newly warm'd with heavenly Nectar Fell to commend the sacred name of Lecture The third not half so learned yet full as wise Said she like it best to call 't The Exercise Nay quoth the fourth the Brethren as I hear Do term it Speaking in Northampton-shire The fifth with none of these yet did accord But term'd it purely handling of the Word Then quoth the sixth Standing a name most fit For Preachers in the Pulpit seldome sit For Application then quoth they we fear Our selves not sufficient th' use to bear Nor to conceive the meaning of some man Some able Brethren we must have who can Being full of Spirit Minister supply And help ' gainst our Carnal infirmity Repeat the Business and all faults redresse Such who with zeal and heat can fully presse The Point home that so the Casâ— being clear We may remember 't sweetly many a year And though in Concord Frailties we oft fall The help of such good men will raise us all By putting in New strength and life whereby Being edified We grow and fructifie Thus the Six Sisters did at last consent And so departed thence Incontinent The Second Part of Saint George for England To the Tune of To drive the cold Winter away NOw the Rump is confounded There 's an end of the Roundhead Who hath been such a bane to our Nation He hath now plaid his part And 's gone out like a fart Together with his reformation For by his good favour He hath left a bad savour But 's no matter wee 'l trust him no more Kings and Queens may appear Once again in our Sphere Now the Knaves are turned out of door And drive the cold Winter away Seâ— Nevil and Vane With the rest of that train Are into Oceana fled Sir Arthur the brave That 's as arrant a Knave Has Harrington's Rota in 's Head But hee 's now full of cares For his Foals and his Mares As when he was routed before But I think he despairs By his Armes or his Prayers To set up the Rump any more And drive the cold Winter away I should never have thought That a Monk could have wrought Such a Reformation so soon That House which of late Was the Jaques of our State Will ere long be a House of Renown How good wits did jump In abusing the Rump Whilst the House was press'd by the Rabble But our Hercules Monk Though it grievously stunk Now hath cleans'd that Augaean stable And drive the cold Winter away And now Mr. Prynne With the rest may come in And take their Places again For the House is made sweet For those Members to meet Though part of the Rump yet remain Nor need they to fear Though the Breeches be there Which were wrong'd both behind and before For he saith 't was a chance And forgive him this once And He swears he will do so no more And drive the cold Winter away 'T is true there are some Who are still for the Bum Such Tares will grow up with the Wheat And there they will be till a Parliament come That can give them a total defeat But yet I am told That the Rumpers do hold That the Saints may swim with the tyde Nor can it be Treason But Scripture and Reason Still to close with the stronger side And drive the cold Winter away Those Lawyers o' th' House As Baron Wild-goose With treason Hill Whitlock and Say Were the bane of Laws And our Good Old Cause And 't were well if such were away Some more there are to blame Whom I care not to name That are Men of the very same ranks ' Mongst whom there is one That to Devil Barebone For his ugly Petition gave thanks And drive the cold Winter away But I hope by this time Hee 'l confess 't was a crime To abet such a damnable crew Whose Petition was drawn By Alcoran Vane Or else by Corbet the Jew By it you may know What the Rump meant to do And what Religion to frame So 't was time for St. George That Rump to disgorge And to send it from whence it first came c. And drive the cold Winter away A New Kickshaw for the queasie Stomack of Sathan and all those that fight under his Banner To the Tune of Cook Laurell YOu pitifull Rimers now be you all dumb Let no Dames of the Dunghill sing Ditties about St. George and the Dragon and little Tom Thumb With Wallingford House and the Rump are worn out Here 's an Ola Polidra so pleasant and new The Tayle of the State had n'ere such a Hogooe With a hey down down c. Come listen you Cooks and learn my new Dish 'T is that that will fill your Guests bellyes with laughter 'T is a meat neither made of flesh nor fish But will make all that tast it to lick their lips after Here 's an Ola c. First take you three Farts from the Parliament-Breech The head of an Onion to rubb on your Platter The Hums and the Ha's of Mr. Scot's speech Spoke twice to no purpose and mince not the matter Here 's an Ola c. Take the Linings of Alderman Atkins his Hose Some o th' cobling Collonel's Shooe-makers wax The juyce of Tichburn's and â—reton's Toes 'T will settle your Stomacks and strengthen your Backs Here 's an Ola c. If an Independent Sermon you hear Be sure you take all that is spoke to the Text Some of my Lord Pride his Zeal for a Fear And a Prayer by the Spirit made by that Part comes
next Here 's an Ola c. Take Munson's chaste motions towards a Wench The Sword of the Spirit handled by Gough The fear of the Judges that sate on the Bench When the Head of this Isle by the Tayle was lopt off Here 's an Ola c. Take all the old Speaker's Honesty whole For if it be lessen'd 't will prove little or none And if you have room you may stop up the hole With the Knighthood and Wisedom of Sir John his Son Here 's an Ola c. Take one of Sir Arthur's passionate dumps Sir Vane's Harry Vane's hearty Prayers for Monck The froth of the Good Old Cause worne to the stumps And modest Harry Martins discourse for a Punk Here 's an Ola c. Of Publick Faith an Ounce if you can get it Stew'd well in an Honest Committee-mans skull Then with the Coales of Peter's Devotion beat it 'T will give all the Devills in Hell Belly full Here 's an Ola c. Take the Whites of a Puritans lifted-up eyes And the Saffron engendred on a Presbyters gums Mr â—illye's Astrogolical Lyes And the meditations of Salloway biting his thumbs Here 's an Ola c. Of Lamâ—ert's Religion as much as a Nut And of his Wive's Honesty much thereabout With the spirit that moveth holy Brethren to rut And maketh the holy Sisters hold out Here 's an Ola c. Sow it in an Excise-man's Conscience well fear'd And in a French-man 's Codpiece 2. hours let it stew Then strow it o're with a Puritan's beard 'T is a Dish for the Devil and for his Dam too Here 's Ola c. But then if it want a Man to say grace It must be done by one that 's a Sinner An Independent Doctor just turn'd out on 's place Must needs be most fit to give thanks for this Dinner England's Triumph or The Rump Routed by a true Assertor of Englands Interest General George Monk A SONNET To the Tune of Fill up the Parliament full WHat makes the Souldiers To stand to their Arms 'T is for what they profest To keep us from harmes The Members secluded Comes in by fwarmes To fill up the Parliament full full full To fill up the Parliament full You know that the City Gates Late were thrown down The Walls too were order'd By Parliament frown But General Mâ—nk has pleas'd Souldier and Gown And fill'd up the Parliament full full full And fill up the Parliament full A dispute there was had By the Members secluded Brave Monk was the Umpire And found them deluded But Englands great joy Is now wholly concluded For he 's fill'd up the Parl. full full full For hee 's fill'd up the Parl. full Sir Arthur the Valiant Must make his Speech large Left the Members Excluded Lay Treason to 's Charge Hee 'd better have dealt With his New-castle Barge Than to sâ—e the Old P. full full full Than to see the old P. full The Aldermen Grave And the Commons o' th' City Imprisoned were The more is the pity But General Monk said That I will acquit ye For the P. now shall be full full full For the P. now shall be full Have you not seen Fresh Flowers in the Spring And bave you not heard A Cage-bird to sing But if the Cage-Members Would bring in the King It would fill up the Parl. full full full It would fill up the Parl. full The Parliament now will Come into their Geers For Secluded P That once lost his Ears Marcht in with his Rapier For Commons and Peers To fill up the Parliament full full full To fill up the Parliament full Whose often Declaring Has furnisht the Nation With Parliament Arguments Of the old Fashion And would have both King Lords and Peers in this Nation To fill up the Parliament full full full To fill up the Parliament full Our brave General Monk We bound are to thank The Honest Lord Fairfax Has plaid too his prank No thanks to be given To the Rump nor the Shank To fill up the Parliament full full full To fill up the Parliament full Had the City ne're mov'd Nor the Prentices strove They'd lost their Old Charter But MONK had a love To challenge the Grand Ones Which Mischiefs did move And so fill'd up the Parl full full full And so fill'd up the Parliament full The Parliament-Complment or the Re-admission of the Secluded Members to the Discharge of their long retarded Trust SInce sixteen hundred forty and odd We have soundly been lashed with our own rod And we have bowed our selves down at a Tyrants nod Which no body can deny Whe have seen a new thing call'd a Council of State Uâ—held by a Power that 's now out of date Put to thâ— Qâ—estion by th' Members of Forty eight Which c We have seen what we hope we shall ne'r see agin Now Lambert and Desbrow are snar'd in the gin The tayl cunningly pieced unto the skin Which c. A sword that has frighted our Laws out of door A Back sword I wot that must cut so no more By the honouâ— of Monk now quitting that score Which c. A Vote lately called the Judgement o' th' House To be esteemed and reputed not worth a Louse And the Grandee of Portsmouth made a fine chouse Which c. We have seen an Assessment a thing for Taxes Though the Common-wealth wane the private Waxes Swords into Plowshares and such Bills into Axes Which c. Another new story of Qualification That belong'd to no honest man of the Nation Like the ill contrived Authors quite out of Fashion Which c. Original sin was damn'd by that Law The Son of a Cavalier made a Jack-straw To be chewed again by their ravenous Jaw Which c. To fill up the House and to shuffle the deal New Writs issued out for their new Common-weal But it 's not worth asking who is 't payes the Seal Which c. I wonder who payes the late Parliament Printers That Place they may hold as many Summers as Winters And wish their Presses were broken in splinters Which c. A great many Traytors by them lately made Makes Treason be thought a Common trade Sir George Booth and Jack Lambert a while in the shade Which c. We shall now sure give over that word sequester Now the tail is cured of that rankling fester The twentieth of April is much about Easter Which c. How many thanks of the House ha' been idely spent Upon people that still have been Male-content But they must fall from those dainties in this shriving Lent Which c That honourable favour no more shall be given To the factious merit of a Party Hell-driven For now our twenty years odds will be even Which c. Then room for our Prisoners detain'd in the Tower And away with the new Lieutenants power Who 's minting the widdowed Good Old Causes Dower Which c. Sir George Booth shall not think this a hit of sate Nor Excuse his