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Dregs of drollery, or Old poetry in its ragges a full cry of hell-hounds unkennelled to go a king-catching : to the tune of Chevy-chace.
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't is to make your King From th' same room to pass to his suffering And take this for the First-fruits of your doom For Crowning thus your King with Martyrdom Upon the Authors late less of a Parsonage for a passage in an Epistle of his to a Sermon lately Printed pinting â—he Knaves eveâ—y day turning TRuth as of old so much more now 's become Of hatred such a mother unto some That let a man a Knave but dare to name More wince than that one will as all the same So have I heard it be with many string No sooner is one touch'd but all do ring That Cow-babe Fines Fr ' a Towr a shade can fright Dares quarrel yet Patrons undoubted sight And tender he the least worm dares not harm ' Gainst Justice yet will stoutly lift his arme And boldly blindly sentence give that way Gold-weights the scale of Justice he findes sway And Lisle poor Fool that all th' while Whitlock sate His fleering Grinders ne're dust ope to prate Now like a Virginal-jack he still doth chatter Though whether 't be in tune or no no matter Such Gemini-keepers are they for this Isle That 't is Treslisle Fines as 't is Fines Trelisle So peaceably are these two Consuls bent They 'l ne're divided be in Argument But causes 'twixt them s ' order'd may you see That 't is nought else but K. me I 'l K. thee Nor may good men see better dayes e're hope Till this their sweet accord end in a Rope Amen TO his highly esteemed Friend and Cousin John Lord Grenvile Baron of Stow Earl of Bath and Biddiforde Lord-warden of the Stanneryes and Lord Lieutenant of Devon and Cornwall and one of his Majesties most Honourable Privy-Council and one of the Getlemen of his Bed-Chamber Gratior est pulchro veniens è corpore virtus What by a gracefull is express'd Is in mens thoughts more vigorously express'd GEORGE THE SECOND FORERUNNER TO CHARLES The Second TO Good King Edgar's never dying praise 'T is storied he to God doth Temples raise Monks for the Temples and that th' Monks abide Doth for them liberal maintenance provide Loe here a Monk this Edgar doth out-vie He breath without which th' English Church must dye Restores unto this Church in that the King Its nostrils breath he doth home safely bring Nay George as well as Monk is he and hath Dragon Rumpsters put to endless scath Go on Great George and make truth once more r. Greater to make t is than to be a King And th' reason by every boy is given daily Quod tale efficit magis est tale And since of late to our great good unthought From t' Andrews Cross thy self George whom th' hast brought As Boniface doth on th' Imperial Throne Set Phocas which to give yet 's not his own Whilst he with universal Bishops name Doth Boniface throughout the Worlds fame Our gracious Soveraign to thee prove a Carle I would not have but Duke of Albemarle Let him create thee yea let him still live More honours of thy worth farre short to give And the George-Garter let make still appear Th' a second English George dosts justly hear That lately hast found out a new Charles-Wain For transfretating Charles thorough the Main Nay then th' Kings Scire more must thy praise times sing That but a Prince thee getting this a King Now Rebel-Scot whose Vice-Roy George did ragin Of late too late 't is to call George again Nor may Pharaticks ever hope more quarrels To raise against our Soveraign Lord King Charles Yea this and much more than I can say Was by thee finished George on Charles Birth-day Now Lilly is in his Prognosticks faded And Wharton's Almanack true as he that made it Even now about much each with other face And th' former take the latters New-Gate place And the Fates now observe we may decree Climbe Haman shall Mordecay's cursed Tree And base Arguile according to his merit Shall great Montrosses unjust fate inherit And that the Den'shire man's the first day tryed A Courtier now 's the Proverb verifyed Since Grenvile Monk and Morris bear all date Fro' th' same Birth-day o' their great Triumvirate A knotty Dialogue betwixt the Good Lord Say and the Good Earl of Northampton A Learned speech when many a Peer had made In their own House according to th' old trade Up crawls old Say by site of th' Isle of Lundee But by Religion of the Town of Dundee And clamours Bishops and th'Book of Common-Prayer As th' onely Trumpets to this unhallowed war To whom up riseth the compos'd Lord Compton And thus right Son o' th' Church as he is he mumps him Your Lordships farre from being in the right That Prayer thus and Bishops to despite For not that Prayer the cause was nor the Myter But only the Hellish Spirit of Jack-Presbyter And that this true is you can't chose but gather Peace Prayer and Miter being return'd together And that our miseries sensibly now slack Since rooted out is now New-Elder-Jack Now Calvin may go look for his Obey Since Constantines old Bishops now're to sway Nay reason now shall we all have to sing We Lawn-sleeves Surplice Crosse we 'l have and Ring And now our Church to collective old Fines Shall say thou sha'nt profane what ere mine is Now Presters teeth so dull'd are he can't bite And th' Mask is pull'd off from this Hypocrite Upon some of the late Kings Judges ATkins that hast thought it th'greatest height of art To sweeten with the best perfume a Fart Thou ne're thought'st of tasting the waters of Marah Till the Trump now for Tiburn sounds Tarah rah rah rah Lords Tichburn and Ireton that as sharp were as Verjuice In shuting up th'Church-doors ' gainst our Christmas service You ne'r thought of tasting the waters of Marah Till the Trump now for Tiburn sounds Tarah rah rah rah Upon the Author's Twelve pound Bishoprick at Maribone Given him by John Foreset Esquire THe leaness of my Bishoprick let none deride Since th' better part by Fore-sets set aside This Seas yet pulse and water me more clear Than th richest wines and all the daintiest fare That the most errant rageing Tyrants boord With all its greatest gayties can afford But why the Bishops sea 's call'd Maribone Mens several fancies are not like less one That Maribones 't is call'd fro' a bone of Marrow Is a conjecture that is much too narrow Of all conjectures that is true alone From Maria bona tis call'd Marybone Scripsit Didimus Bullingerus Episcopus Maribonensis Annis 56 57 58 59. 60. Ipse natus sex plusquam sexaginta Now th'Church robbing Major with his more holy Horse Thought y 'had made a Covenant with Lady Mors. You ne're thought of tasting the waters of Marah Till the Trump now for Tiburn sounds Tarah rah rah rah Thou Lord Say and Seal dost so sharply inveigh ' Gainst the holy Book whereby daily we pray Thou ne're thoughtst of tasting the waters of Marah Till the Trump now for Tiburn sounds Tarah rah rah rah Let a man for his person be never so bold Thou Lambert canst prove he may be a Cuckold Whilst thou ne'r thought of tasting the waters of Marah Till the Trump now for Tiburn sounds Tarah rah rah rah Thou Cromwell hast swallowed the whole World for a time And thoughtst in bright lustre th' very Sun to out-shine But ne're thoughtst of tasting the waters of Marah Till the Trump thee to Tophet call all Tarah rah rah rah Go you cursed c. Mat. 25. 41. Nay but except ye repent ye shall all likewise perish Luke 13. 3. Qualis vita Finis ita FINIS