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A curse against Parliament-ale. With a blessing to the juncto; a thanksgiving to the councel of state; and psalm to Oliver.
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1649
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Wing C7685; Thomason E575_33; ESTC R206352
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A CURSE Against Parliament-Ale With a Blessing to the JVNCTO a Thanksgiving to the Councel of STATE and a Psalm to OLIVER Tom Randal did once in a merry Tale Write the Commendations of a Pot of Good Ale Revealing what Cures and Griefs it did ease And all sorts of People comfort and please But now our Damn'd Juncto to adde Sorrow to Grief Have Robbed us all of our best Relief That Causes my Muse at the Rebels to Raile That Eight Yeers have Sate to Reform our Ale We praying this Curse may soon on them fall Their Wives and their Children A pox take them all NOD-NOL Printed for the good of the State 1649. A CURSE Against Parliament-Ale BAse Miscreants Rebells could ye not invent Some other Plague in your damn'd PARLIAMENT To vex good-fellows but you must put down Strong-Ale the chief upholder of the Crown Sure sure you fear'd since you have mischief wrought That we should curse you every Mornings draught Talk of your usurp'd Power and in conclusion Turn off a Double Pott to your confusion What made ye else to Act against our good And put down ALE the nourisher of blood Alas I knew your hellish PLOTT before ' Cause you shed blood you 'd have us breed no more Or does your tainted souls in reason think ' Cause we want Meat to keep us from our Drink Now against winter too in snow and Frost Basely to rob us of our POTT and TOST The ancient DRINK of England to forbid The cursedst Act the Juncto ever did 'T was all our TRADING now to tell a Tale And repeat wrongs over a Pott of ALE Tell the sad Story of Good CHARLES his Fate How you have Reform'd Monarchy to State How fruitfull since your time the Church is grown That hath a Thousand Heresyes for one What Acts and Laws ye make and what observe What ye have done and what your Deeds deserve What Rule ye Rule by By what Pow'r ye sway And seek our good the clean contrary way 〈◊〉 by Oppressing you doe ease oppression And of the Deadly sins Vote no Transgression How you doe thrive by Theft and live by murder Goe on in Fraud till you can goe no further And when on top of all your haughty pride Make your selves Saints by acting Regicide With such Discourse the time we did beguile Whilst every one club'd round his Pott the while To season grief and banish base dispaire And ease our mindes of Poverty and Care But since Strong ALE is now departed hence Thus will we CURSE his Small-beer Excellence The Juncto Army that procure our woe My Curse light on them and the Peoples too A Blessing to the Juncto MAY Tom of the North with Pryde and his froath his Yest-Tubb Hoggs-heads Barrel be filled with Small-Beer that never yet was Cleer that the Rebels may drink till they Quarrel May Noll Cromwels Grace with his Copper in his Face drink what a Bogge invites him let his Nose stick in Mudde as his hands are brew'd in Bloud and a guilty Conscience affright him May his Life-guard Conspire and his Nose loose the fire Strong-Ale at first infused may he all Curses have till he comes to his Grave that hath a whole Kingdom abused May Ireton that Rebel march quickly to Hell and for Thirst like Dives complain may Noll and he and all their Progeny never drink strong-Ale again May perpetual Thirst make them al still Accurst in hunger let them pine and never let them drink but water that doth stink or the dreggs of some poysonous Wine May their Food be Hopps and Grayns and all end their Reigns at Tyburn take their Degrees like to Absalom let them come still short home and end all their lives on Trees Let Bradshaw take a Bribe to betray all the Tribe as he hath done his King and after he hath done into Perdition run and end his life with a Swing Let Sir Harry Mildmay like Iudas betray their Cause in his whimsy-fitt and when with his Maid he hath often plaid be tane in the Gravel-pitt Let Steel Cooke and Wylde that have so often beguild the Kingdom of their Right do Justice at last and all the Rebels Cast that against their Soveraign fight Let Pryde with his Sling that Reigns like a King be sod in his own Fatt his Children and Wife live at variance and strife and his Cattel die all of the Rott Let Hewson fight his Last and in his Ends be still crost with clean and pleasant weather may his Knife and Threads break and his Soul spring a leak and his skin be tan'd to make Leather May Whitlock have his Due that yet was never True to Gospel Law or Reason and when he doth depart I wish with all my heart he may Suffer for High Treason May Martin and his Punk be every day Drunk until a Surfeit speed them and when they be poor run still on the Score and the Chyrurgion deny to Bleed them May Peters Preach and Fight and in Sedition delight till his Tongue do set all on Fire and in the conclusion some sudden Confusion frustrate the Rebels desire May Corbet the Jew that yet was never true be stoned through Loathbury and like Doctor Lambe be sent from whence he came or be Chained in Charons Ferry May Okey and his Rout of Dragoons face about and once again brew Small-Beer may they wait for the Day and alwayes miss their Pay or be Rowted twice in a yeer May Lenthall that Athiest turn Alcymist and Cheat the State of their Coyn that he may Buy Land and Cole have Command of all he doth Purloyn May Whalley and Rich and Barksteed and such base scums as Deshury Sanders when these Wars do cease and once we have a Peace be hang'd for High-way-standers May Lilburn from the Tower overthrow all their Power and his Levellers Rise and prevaile may they hang up Committees that undo Towns and Cities and lay all Excize-men in Jayle May the old doting Mayor fall into Dispair and the wise Aldermen of the City like Perjur'd Elves fall mad and hang themselves and their Case let no man pitty May the Common-Councel sit without Money or Wit to Raise a new Sum for the Army then let Noll Return and your City Sack and Burn and the Juncto the whilst dis-arm yee May Alderman Byde get the uper hand of Pryde and Scarlet still adorn him and when he doth fail to Brew more Strong Ale pray Vulcan his Wife may Horn him May all Countries Rise and Pay no Excize till King CHARLES be set on His Throne may they Raise new Force of Money Men and Horse and seek to secure their own May their Navie all Sail by some unlucky Gale to Dunkirk or Oastend when their Saylors be drunk let their Ships be all sunk and their Piracy come to an end May the Blood they have shed and their King Murdered aloud for vengeance Cry till the Heavens do send some Plague for their end that have