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A34034
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Mock poem, or, Whiggs supplication; Whiggs supplication
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Colvil, Samuel.
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1681
(1681)
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Wing C5426; ESTC R12941
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our Riggs And which our very hearts pierces Mastor Zachary Boyd's Verses Dickson's Sermons Guthrie's Libels Bessie of Lanerk and our Bibles And learn'd Religion by tradition VVhich smells of Popish superstition To pay our Fines we were so willing Which was for each fault Twenty Shilling Though we alledg'd for our defence It was too much by Eighteen Pence At last we had no more to give Neither knew we how to live They felled all our Hens and Cocks And rooted out our Kail Stocks And cast them ov'r the Dikes away And bid us jeering fast and pray Being incensed with such harms VVe were necessitate to Arms And through the Countrey we did come VVe had far better stay'd at home VVe did nothing but hunt the Glaiks For after we had got our paiks They took us every one as Prizes And condemn'd us in Assizes To be hang'd up every where And fix'd our Heads up here and there Once dreadful Heads Sir all did doubt them They had so meikle wit about them And we who scapt those grievous Crosses Did hide our selves in Bogs and Mosses Where we fed on sodden Leather Mingled with crops of Heather Which our hunger to asswage VVe thought most savoury Pottage For Drink it was no small matter If we got clear not muddy Water In which we heartily do wish There be none who desire to Fish That by the Devils instigation Brings on us all this tribulation When in that case we could not stand We Sally Sir with Sword in hand Let men cry Rebels till they grow hoarse VVe're Subjects nev'r a white the worse Though we prefer you not to God VVho do so Sir their Faith will nod If Government take changing tours They will renounce both you and yours As doth appear by some of late When that Usurper rul'd the State They strove Sir to be sent apace To abjure you in the Worlds face Though some Sir of our Duniwessles Stood out like Eglingtoun and Cassils And others striving to sit still VVere forc'd to go against their will Yet other some as all men knows VVho should be sent were near to blows That is at very boystrous words Putting their hands upon their Swords To make men think that they were stout VVhen it was known the World throughout To fight your foes when they were sent They alwayes took the Bog a-sclent And running from the fight by stealth VVould then sit down and drink your health And since they could not think like Asses To beat your foes by drinking Glasses It 's evident Sir as we think They drank your Health for love of Drink Yet many Sir were disappointed Who so forsook the Lords Anointed They were not all alike regarded Some well and some were ill rewarded They who play'd best with both the hands Inrich'd were by their Neighbours Lands Some from their Creditors got refuges Some were made Clerks and others Judges Some swearing their Stocks were spent Strove to get down their Anualrent Detaining Sir by that extortion The Fatherless and Widows portion Which Usuring Fathers Lent to Lairds Who play'd it all at Dice and Cards Which forc'd some Lasses to miscarriage Because they could not get a Marriage But among those of stricter life The truth-tell-colour grew so rife That it marr'd all the Charms and Graces Of those who could not paint their Faces But other some got mocks and scorns By giving to their Land-Lords Horns And spewing Claret mull'd with Eggs Between the Lord Protectors Leggs When they did endeavour to pray Before him on a Fasting-day Some Whally's Bible did begarie By letting flee at it Canarie Taking it up where it lay next That they might read on it the Text When Cromwel Preach'd with great applause The Revelation of his Cause And some of them empawn'd their Cloaks And other some brought home the Pox Giving foul Linnings all the wite Some turn'd your friends for meer despight Vowing you never to withstand Again without something in hand And some turn'd Ordinance-forsakers Others for grief of heart turn'd Quakers Some in their Conscience took remorse Crying I 'm damn'd till they grew hoarse And made the standers by admira To see them take the fits of Spira To bring those troubled Souls to peace Some reads Alvarez helps to grace Some Sanctuary of a troubled Soul Some cited Passages of Paul Explaining well what he did say Some reads on Mr. Andrew Gray Some told the danger of back-sliding Some the good of Faith abiding Some reads the Cases of Richard Binning Some Fergusson reads of Kilwinning And some them pressed very sore To hear a little of Doctor More But others cry'd Away and Tush VVith Vipers in a Balmy Bush VVith blind Pilots guiding Ferries VVith Toads lurking in Straw-berries His Doctrine of Justification Drives all the Court to Desperation Few there are saved as we guess By their inherent righteousness He hath some good among great evils He tells of Bastard getting Devils Of their Bodies or Vohicles Their Herauldry and Conventicles It 's sport to see his fancy wander In their Male and Female Gender He doth so punctually tell The whole oeconomy of Hell That some affirm he is Puck Hary Some he hath walked with the Fairy Though Intellectuals be neat Though he mean well and is no cheat His case is desperat and sad For too much Learning makes him mad VVe 'll read on the True Converts Mark Or we will read on Bessie Clark Or else on Bakers Heavenly Beam Or on the Lady Culross Dream Which sundry drunken Asses flout Not seeing the Jewel within the Clout Like Combs of Cocks who takes no heed When they Gower or Chaucer read When they had said and read their fill It did not cure the Patients ill They still cry on and howl and mourn Their counsels would not serve the turn No comfort at all find they can Until a Grave and Reverend Man Advise them to resist temptation With Spainish Wine and Fornication Those Rebels also to obey Those Hirelings ceas d for you to pray Because their Stipends and their Living Were at the foresaid Rebels giving They thought a man a venial sinner Who left sworn duty for his dinner Yea some of them were of opinion They might pray for that Devils Minion They would not stick for love of Pelf To pray Sir for the Devil himself But we in the Usurpers faces Remembred you in Prayers and Graces And if we had had Guns and Swords Our actions would have back'd our words Our fault Sir was for which we moan We thought to do it all alone Since it was only want of wit Since it was a distraction-fit We pray you Sir be no despiser Of us whom God hath made no wiser Royal Sir to those our times Apply'd may be a Poets Rhimes Who coursly singeth that a Wight Obeying King in wrong or right If that the King to wrack shall go VVill in like manner turn his foe But who obey no sinful thing Do still prove constant to their King
of VVax And he who is deceived most All Fathers on the Holy Ghost Some quiting Prophets and Apostles Thinks best to plead the Cause by Postills And some do dispute by Tradition Some calls that Popish Superstition And some affirm that they had rather Follow a Counsel then a Father And some affirm it buits not whether They are blind Leaders all together And since the truth is found by none No more then is that turn Gold Stone It 's best Zancho for ought I see To take a Pint and then agree Let men have Bishops at their ease And hear what Preachers best them please If we be fred of Declaration And of that other great vexation We mentioned in our Petition We 'll alter it on no condition Then we will serve the King as much Against the Dane and French and Dutch As any in his three Dominions Who hateth us or our opinions If he command us we will come Like Goths and Scale the Walls of Rome And bereave Babels Whore of breath Or die the Duke of Bourbon's death Squire The Squire made many odd Grimass Ere he could speak like Balaams Ass Sometime he wink'd sometime look'd up And running backward like a Tupp For to return with greater force He snorted like a very Horse One thought upon another tumbled One while he grin'd another grumbled At last like Cant or Trail or Durie He gave a Broad-side in a fury Looking as he would eat them all His words flew out like Cannon Ball. The love of Pelf comes from the Devil It 's root of all mischief and evil It makes Lords sup without a Candle When none can see their Knife to handle While to bring Candles Servants lingers Ten Candles will not heal their Fingers It makes Fore-heads and Shins to bleed By saving Candle to light to Bed It makes them keep their Cellar Keys Set secret marks on Hamms and Chese Which if but in the least defaced Wives Servants Bairns are all menaced It makes them prigg for Milk and Eggs Put in a Broth Cocks halfs and Leggs It makes them Clout Elbows and Breasts Keep Rinded Butter in Charter Chests Till Ratts eat all their Law-defences And Families old Evidences It makes them pay their Masons Wages By Usury on VVedds and Gadges Taken from VVidows who were plundred By paying Fourty in the Hundred It corrupts Hamell Sharp and Sweet It poysons all like Aconite If it touch Hide it goes to Heart And so affecteth every part The great ones do betray their trust Ladies throw Honour in the dust Like those who troad the Cyprian Dance VVith that Financier of France It Puritans doth make of Ranters And Cavaleers of Covenanters Of Lords and Earls it makes Drapers Of Priests and Levites it makes Capers It maketh grave and reverend Cheats In Pulpits and Tribunal Seats For any Crime it finds defences With Oaths it like a Pope dispences It causeth among Brethren strife It makes a Man Pimp to his Wife It makes yeeld Fortresses and Towns Sooner then Armies with great Guns It sets a-fire Cities and Streets It raiseth Tragedies in Fleets It makes the vanquished victorious And foyl then victory more glorious It makes rebellion rise and fall And hath such influence on all That whom it made rebellious Nurses It loyal makes to fill their Purses It causeth many a bloody strife When needy male-content grow rife Then by it Church and State are mended And will be till the world be ended Master we all observe and mark Since ye once doubt ye will embarque Why do ye Conscience so neglect Or what Master can ye expect Although among the Whiggs ye Preach A Bishoprick ye cannot reach For Bishopricks are giv'n to none Like Presbyterian John Gillon Who when he takes his Preaching-turn Will make moe laugh then he makes mourn Ye have infus'd in us Sedition Ye will us leave in that condition And then cause Print a Book of Season Tax whom ye have seduc'd of Treason And when so doing all men see Ye sing the Palinod of Lee. The Cavaleers will still you call The Archest Rebel of us all Thus having said he made a halt And stood like Lots Wife turn'd to Salt With Ear attentive earnest Eye He did expect the Knights Reply Knight Who stroak'd his Beard and bit his Lip And wip'd his Nose and scratch'd his Hip He wry'd his Mouth and knit his Brows He changed more then twenty hues His Hands did tremble his Teeth did chatter His Eyes turn'd up his Bumm did clatter His Tongue on Teeth and Gumes did hammer He fain would speak but still did stammer His Garb was strange dreadful uncouth Till through his Epileptick Mouth Those following speeches fierce and loud Burst out like Thunder through a Cloud Thou poysons all my little Grex Thou sentence-speaking Carnifex Thou hardy and presumptuous are To meddle so with Peace and War Rub my Horse Belly and his Coots And when I get them dight my Boots For they are better then Gramashes For me who through the Dubbs so plashes Yet I 'le wear none till I put on Those of the Priest of Livingston Who when they hid them in the Riggs Said they were plunder'd by the Whiggs Unto another Priest his Marrow Who sent a Maid his Boots to borrow Whose Boots were plundered indeed As was his Salt Beef and his Steed Teach what I please thou 'st not forbear To meddle with things without thy Sphear Like-Taylors making Boots or Shoos Or like Shoo-makers making Hose Like some I know as blind as Owles Playing at Tennice and at Bowles And sometime Shooting at a Mark Like Passavantius playing the Clerk Who medled with he knew not what That he might get from Rome a Hat Men oft by change of station tynes Good Lawyers may prove bad Divines Like Sadoleto's Dog in Satine Like Ignoramus speaking Latine Which raised most unnatural jarrs As between Law and Gospel Wars Like Bembo's Parrat singing Masses Like men of seventy Courting Lasses Like Highland Lady's knoping Speeches When they are scolding for the Breeches Like Massionella freeing Naples From Gabells put on Roots and Apples Like Taylours scanning State concernments Or Coblers clouting Church Governments Like some attempting tricks in Statiques Not vers'd in Euclids Mathematiques Like Pipers mending Morleys Musick Or Gardners Paracelsus Physick Like Atheists pleading Law refuges Like Countrey Treisters turning Judges Like Preachers stirring up devotions By Preaching Military motions Proving their uses and didactiques By passages of Aelians tactiques Like Ladies making Water standing Like young Lairds Horse Foot commanding Like Monckeys playing on a Fiddle Or Eunuchs on a Ladies middle Like Gilliwetfoots purging States By papers thrown in Pocks or Hats That they might be when purg'd from dung Secretaries for the Irish Tongue Great wounds yet curable still faister When fools presume to rule their Master As sad experience teach'd of late When such reformed Church and State Though all the Publick did pretend All almost had a privat end There was no place of