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A61352	State-poems; continued from the time of O. Cromwel, to this present year 1697. Written by the greatest wits of the age, viz. The Lord Rochester, the Lord D-t, the Lord V-n, the hon. Mr. M-ue, Sir F. S-d, Mr. Milton, Mr. Prior, Mr. Stepney, Mr. Ayloffe, &c. With several poems in praise of Oliver Cromwel, in Latin and English, by D. South, D. Locke, Sir W. G-n, D. Crew, Mr. Busby, &c. Also some miscellany poems by the same, never before printed	Prior, Matthew, 1664-1721. Hind and panther transvers'd to the story of the country-mouse and the city-mouse. aut; Rochester, John Wilmot, Earl of, 1647-1680. aut; University of Oxford.	1697 (1697)	Wing S5325A; ESTC R219192	116,138	256

to appear In Steel before you yet Great Sir approve My manly VVishes and more vigorous Love In whom a cold Respect were Treason to A Father's Ashes greater than to you VVhose one Ambition 't is for to be known By Daring Loyalty your Wilmot's Son Rochester Wadh. Coll. A young Gentleman desirous to be a Minister of State thus pretends to qualifie himself TO make my self for this Employment fit I 'll learn as much as ever I can get Of the Honourable Gray of Ru n's VVit In Constancy and sincere Loyalty I 'll imitate the grateful Shaftsbury And that we may assume the Churches Weal And all Disorder in Religion heal I will espouse Lord Hall x's Zeal To pay respect to sacred Revelation To scorn th' affected Wit of Prophanation And rout Impiety out of the Nation To suppress Vice and Scandal to prevent Buckingham's Life shall be my Precedent That living Model of good Government To dive into the Depth of States-mens Craft To search the Secrets of the subtlest Heart To hide my own Designs with prudent Art To make each Man my Property become To frustrate all the Plots of France or Rome None can so well instruct as my Lord Moon For moral Honesty in Deed and Word Lord W r Example will afford That and his Courage too are on record Upon the King's Voyage to Chatham to make Bulwarks against the Dutch and the Queen's Miscarriage thereupon WHen Iames our great Monarch so wise and discreet Was gone with three Barges to face the Dutch Fleet Our young Prince of Wales by Inheritance stout Was going to aid him and peep'd his Head out But seeing his Father without Ships or Men Commit the Defence of us all to a Chain Taffy was frighted and sculk'd in again Nor thought while the Dutch domineer'd in our Road It was safe to come further and venture abroad Not Walgrave or th' Epistle of Seigneur le Duke Made her Majesty sick and her Royal Womb puke But the Dutch-men picqueering at Dover and Harwich Gave the Ministers agues and the Queen a miscarriage And to see the poor King stand of Ships in such need Made the Catholicks quake and her Majesty bleed I wish the sad Accident dont spoil the young Prince Take off all his Manhood and make him a Wench But the Hero his Father no Courage did lack Who was sorry on such a pretext to come back He mark'd out his Ground and mounted a Gun And 't is thought without such a pretence he had run For his Army and Navy were said to increase As appears when we have no occasion in Peace Nay if the Dutch come we despise them so much Our Navy incognito will leave them i' th' lurch And to their eternal Disgrace we are able To beat 'em by way of a Post and a Cable Why was this Sir left out of the wise Declaration That flatter'd with hopes of more Forces the Nation 'T would have done us great Good to have said you intended The Strength of the Nation the Chain should be mended Tho we thank you for passing so kindly your word Which ne'er yet was broke that you 'd rule by the Sword A Charge to the Grand Inquest of England 1674. ROom for the Bedlam C ns Hell and Fury Room for the Gentlemen of our Grand Iury. Led by no conjuring Bayliff with white Wand But stately Mace in stalking Giant 's hand Call them o'er Cryer swear them every Man And let an Oath fetter 'em if it can The Foreman first preferr'd before the rest 'Cause he has learnt the Art of Prating best Then Howard Powell Garaway and Meers Temple and S who yet wears his Ears Candish the Fop Whorwood that Senior Soph Some fresh come on some lately taken off When these have kist the Book swear all the rest The numerous swarm of this too Grand Inquest Five hundred strong a formidable Crew Would you could say of half good Men and true Stand close together Sirs and hear your Charge In brief which Lawyers use to give at large Imprimis as to Treason let that pass Since to talk Treason boldly long since was A Priviledge of your House and shortly you Will privileg'd be to plot and act it too For Sacrilege Thefts Robberies and Rapes Murders Cheats Perjuries with such petty Scapes Of which your selves you too well guilty know Transmit these Trifles to the Courts below But if a Member chance to get a Scar For the Cause or by fortune de la Guerr You of the Inquest strictly must implore Whether the wound were given by Rogue or Whore Vote it a Breach of Privilege then pass An Act Sir Iohn's Nose is as whole as ' t was If a blunt Porter justle from the wall Or knavish Boy at Foot-ball give a fall To one O' your House let Boys and Porters be Sent to the Tower or brought upon their Knee But above all beat boldly every where For your just Rights and Privileges here Find them out all and more than ever were Search the Repositories of the Tower And your own Brains to stretch your lawless Power Ransack your Writers Selden Needham Pryn Rather than fail bring the sly Jesuit in Then swoln with Pride and Poyson suckt from these Vote your own Privilege is what you please Thus fortifi'd each Member is supreme What Court of Justice dares touch one of them The King disdains not to submit his Cause To the known Course and Tryal of the Laws Each Subject may his King with safety sue But King nor Subject can have Right from you Who are Law-givers Judge and Party too With what distemper'd Counsels are we fed When such Convulsions are on England bred The very Arse is hoisted o'er the Head Well may you sit in Love with all your hearts It is a Posture proper to those Parts Humble as Spiders while they crawl below Despis'd afraid of every Spurn and Blow Crept in your Hole once you imperious grow Spread Laws Oaths Snares for other Men to fall And you your selves may trample on them all From Privilege of Sov'reign Parliament If you have any Breath and Time unspent In the next place to Grievances proceed Such Grievances as make the Subject bleed What we nam'd last before may here stand first For of all Plagues with which this Nation 's curst The Privilege of Parliament is worst Then with full Throats and empty Brains let fly Against the Rise and Growth of Popery Power Arbitrary and the Prerogative Royal Monopolies and Imprisonments illegal Offices set to sale and scarce a Clause Well executed of the Cobweb Laws But tho corrupt enough touch not th' Arcana Of your dread Idol Law your great Diana 'T will make the Nation full of Lawyers rave With Tongue and Pen Nonsense and Noise who have By this false Oracle heap'd up more Gold Than e'er that Goddesses High-priest of old 'T would kindle amongst your selves a Civil War For those Gallants tho not the greatest are Of your whole House the loudest

gray Hairs Make a meer Dunce of all thy threescore Years What in that tedious Poem hast thou done But cramm'd all Aesop's Fables into one But why do I the precious Minutes spend On him that wou'd much rather hang than mend No Wretch continue still just as thou art Thou' rt now in this last Scene that Crowns thy part To purchase Favour veer with every Gale And against Interest never cease to Rail Tho thou' rt the only proof how Interest can prevail On the Bishops Confinement WHere is there Faith and Justice to be found Sure the World trembles Nature's in a swound To see her Pious Sons design'd to fall A Victim to Religion Truth and all The Charms of Piety are no Defence Against the new-found Power that can Dispence With Laws to Murder Sacred Innocence Surely unless some pitying God look down And stem this Torrent it will shortly drown Divinity it self The Bishops Prisoners Can we tamely see Those Reverend Prelates bow the Knee To Antichrist No mighty Monarch no Though we must pay to Caesar what we owe There is a Power Supream by which you live Whose Arm is longer and Prerogative Larger by far than yours whose very Word Can blast your Hopes and turn your two-edg'd Sword Can make his Secular Vicegerent know Virtue like Palms deprest do higher grow Though Rob'd in all the Grandeur of your State Courtiers like Radiant Stars about you wait ' Midst of your glorious Joys when you put on That awful Presence which becomes a Throne Belshazzar like three Words upon the Wall Shall blast your Joys and make your Glories fall His Holiness that Patriot of Strife Though he can grant you Pardons cannot Life Arise then Mighty Sir in God-like Mien As of thy Valour let thy Truth be seen Free from Mistrust let all your Words be clear By Actions let your Promises appear Protect that Church which brought you to the Crown You know 't is Great and Honourable to own A kindness done but to reward with Death That happy Instrument that gave you Breath Is mean and might a Cath'lick's Conscience Sting To cut the Hand off that Anoints you King Advice to the Prince of Orange and the Packet-Boat returned Adv. THE year of Wonder now is come A Jubilee proclaim at Rome The Church has pregnant made the Womb. Pac. No more of the admired Year No more of Jubilee declare All Trees that blossom do not bear Adv. Orange give o're your hopes of Crowns And yield to France the Belgick Towns And keep your Fleet out of the Downs Pac. We 'll wait for Crowns not Interest quit Let Lewis take what he can get And do not you proscribe our Fleet. Adv. Ye talk of Eighty Men of War Well Rigg'd and Mann'd you say they are 'T was joyful News when it came here Pac. Well may the sound of Eighty Sail Make England's greatest Courage fail When half the number will prevail Adv. But we have some upon the Stocks And others laid up in our Docks Well fitted out would match your Cocks Pac. Talk not as if you 'd match our Cocks And Launch your few Ships on the Stocks And if you can secure your Docks Adv. Besides we 've call'd our Subjects home Which in your Fleet and Army rome But you they say won't let them come Pac. Your Subjects in our Camp and Fleet Whom you with Proclamation greet Will all obey when they think fit Adv. Soldiers and Seamen both we need Old England's quite out of the Breed Feather and Scarf won't do the deed Pac. Of Men and Arms never despair The Civiliz'd Wild Irish are Couragious even to Massacre Adv. Now if you 'd be Victorious made Like us on Hounslow Masquerade Advance your Honour and your Trade Pac. Then take this Counsel back again Leave off to mimick in Campaign And fight in earnest on the Main Adv. Buda we storm'd and took 't with ease Do you the same upon the Seas And then we 'll meet you when you please Pac. The storming Buda does declare That you the glorious Off-spring are Of them that made all Europe fear Adv. Such Warlike Actions will at least Inspire each neighbouring Monarch's breast Till Lewis shall compleat the rest Pac. Such Camp such Siege and such sham Shews Make each small State your pow'r oppose And Lewis lead you by the Nose A Stanza lately put upon Tyburn HAil Reverend Tripos Guardian of the Law Sacred to Justice Treasons greatest awe Do thou decide the Nations weighty cause And judge between the Judges and the Laws So shall no guiltless Blood thy Timber e're pollute But Righteous Laws shall vouch all thou shalt execute Harry Care 's last Will and Testament NOT Hell it self nor Gloomy Fate can save The lewdest Sinner from his Destin'd Grave But all the sooty Surges once must try Old Charon's Boat 's a certain Destiny This Harry found whose mouldring Corps did call For Physick-props t' uphold the human Wall Thinking himself to Ne plus ultra come He thought of Winding Sheets and of his Tomb Summon'd his glorious Kindred to appear To see his last and his last Will to hear The Weeping Crowd the mournful Chambers fill While he in dying Accents makes his Will Imprimis For my Soul if such I have I wish it buri'd with me in my Grave For if what great Divines do preach and tell Be real Verities of Heaven and Hell Down to the gloomy Shores I surely go The same I serv'd above must serve below And next for my dear Wife who Weeps my fall And is chief Mourner at my Funeral My sole Executrix I do here make And let her all my Goods and Chattels take Besides my Province too let her command That undiscover'd lies in Fairy-Land To her my unsold Pamphlets I bequeath To buy her Brandy and Tobacco with And if she do a Male or Stallion take I hope he 'll use her kindly for my sake With equal Strength the Marriage-Yoke she 'll draw If he but drench her well with Usquebagh My Daughter next the Off-spring of my Bed I pour a double Blessing on her Head The only Legacy I can bestow And more than Heav'n gave me here below May she the Irish Witness wed and raise A Race of Evidences for our Cause And for those kinder Folks that propt my Pains I freely leave them both my Pen and Brains May they my little Artifices use To raise up Factions and the Crowd amuse Till being doubly dipt in Infamy Like me unpitied and unenvy'd dye Now to the num'rous Crowd that do's survive I only can my dying-Counsel give The Western Emissaries I approve And even dying do declare my Love I charge them to stand firm unto their Trust Accounting what 's their Interest to be Just. The Females I commend to Brother Cox Who if he cannot cure can give the Pox And may he still the vigorous warmth retain T' impart to stroaling She in Street or Lane I 've nothing more to give to all the

Nice of their Honour lavish of their Ease How in the gazing Crowd they humbly stand With their perplexing Honesty at hand They dare not use the strength they may command They prove their Grandeur from their humble Soul But he is great who can and dare controul You 'll soar above exhal'd by Princely Rays And with contempt look down on rotten Praise Laugh at dull Notions of a Glorious Name When Beggery's the Basis of its Frame More useful Honour shall attend your Fate You serve a Power can make you Rich and Great Who scorns the Nations Love shall live above their Hate Permit no Bugbear thoughts against your Cause The loss of your Religion and the Laws Trifles to those who dare their God defy And can with copious Consciences comply Contemn the foolish Threats of distant Time 'T is plain that Honesty is yet a Crime If things hereafter turn another way You 'll still be right for still you can obey Ne're fear the Brand of Knave will hurt you much The best of Courts will stand in need of such Fools oft grow useless and are laid aside But Knaves of Conduct always will abide Old Honesty some poor Employ may get But he that sticks at nothing shall be great The Villain wisely thrives in every State Thus Int'rest spoke and merits just Applause The Judges first declar'd against the Laws Of Levi's Tribe not many went astray Much wonder'd at since they procur'd this Day But Men of Conscience oft in Judgment fail Mistaken Loyalty did once prevail But such Diseases now no more they ail Become good Christians by Affliction 's Rod Their King they Honour but they fear their God Of those that brand their Country with Disgrace Noble in Title as in Practice base Give underhand Pre-eminence of place The sniveling Representer of the rest Who in their Names the Monarch thus addrest Most Glorious Prince in whom all Virtues shine Where every Worth in one great Soul combine You for your Gracious Deeds we come to bless But most of all your Constancy confess Safe by your Word in Peace your People sleep Your sacred Word which you so nicely keep That Word so much throughout your Land renown'd In which Equivocation ne'er was found On this it is so firmly we rely You cannot ask the thing we can deny As Heav'n has taught the Soul of Men to know What e're it pleaseth to dispence below Shall to advantage of Believers tend And bless their blind Obedience in the end So we such awful Thoughts of you receive What e're you 'll do we for our good believe Our grand Ambition is our King to please We ne'er can want Repose while he 's at Ease When by Obedience we have giv'n you rest And blasted ev'n the frightful Name of Test But smile upon us and your Slaves are blest Thus spake the fawning Minister of State Poor in Esteem and despicably Great The Monarch blest the Priesthood skill Forsakes his Reason to perform his Will Deserts his Noble Friends for slatt'ring Knaves Neglects his Subjects while he favours Slaves Rise up brave Prince attend your Nature's Course We know that 's Noble when exempt from force Spread your relenting Arms imbrace your Friends They 'll help you to attain more Noble Ends You know their Love the Rebels know their Force Serve God with speed annul th' unjust Divorce Then shall you stand great in your Peoples Love A lively Emblem of the Mighty Iove Then shall your haughty Rival cease to soar And tremble at the Neighb'ring British Shore The Senate's Bounty shall preserve you still With cheerful Tribute all your Coffers fill All Kings shall gaze with Envy on your Throne Then with Contempt look down upon their own To gain your Smiles shall be their utmost Pride And happy he who nearest is ally'd Belov'd by God and Men you shall remain Great without War and undisturb'd your Reign Then when the Remnant of your days are done The Thred of Glorious Life at length is spun Sincere in Grief your People all shall mourn Some goodly Fabrick shall your Grave adorn With this Inscription for Eternal Praise Here lies the only Prince who left all Evil Ways The VISION 'T Was at an hour when busie Nature lay Dissolv'd in slumbers from the noisy Day When gloomy shades and dusky Atoms spread A darkness o'er the Universal Bed And all the gaudy beams of Light were fled My flutt'ring fancy ' midst the silent peace Careless of sleep and unconcern'd with ease Drew to my wandring thoughts an Object near Strange in its form and in appearance rare Methought yet sure it could not be a Dream So real all its Imperfections seem With Princely Port a stately Monarch came Aiery his Mien and Noble was his Frame A sullen sorrow brooded on his Brow He seem'd beneath some weighty Fate to bow Distrust and Grief upon his Eye-lids rest And show the strugling troubles of his Breast Upon his Head a nodding Crown he wore And in his Hand a yielding Scepter bore Forlorn and careless did his strokes appear And ev'ry motion spoke a wild Despair This mournful Scene did all my Passions move And challeng'd both my pity and my love And yet I thought him by the ruins made Above my pity and beyond my aid Long did he in a pensive silence stand For sure his thoughts cou'd not his words command Too big for speech Till sullen murmurs from his Bosom flew And thus a draught of his Disorders drew Almighty Pow'rs By whose consent alone Ordain'd I did ascend the Regal Throne Led by your dark Decrees and Conduct there I as your great Vicegerent did appear Beneath my Charge whilst crowding Nations sate And bow'd and did admire my rising Fate 'T was then my Laurels fresh and blooming grew And a loud Fame of all my Glories flew My willing Subjects bless and clap the Day The bravest and the best were all my Friends Whilst Faction in Confusion sneak'd away At distance grinn'd but could not reach their ends Such Faith unto my Promises were shown My Word they took for Oaths were useless grown My very Word compos'd their Hopes and Fears Sacred 't was held and all Serene appears Until my Fate revers'd did backwards reel Blurr'd all my Fame and alter'd Fortune's Wheel Ye Gods Why did ye thus unconstant prove Was I the Envy of th' Abodes above Or was this stately Majesty but giv'n To be the Cheat and Flatt'ry ev'n of Heav'n Can ne'er a Saint implore Coelestial Aid Nor yet the Virgin Goddess intercede 'T was for her Cause engag'd I suff'ring lie 'T was to advance her just Divinity Yes I avow the Quarrel and the Cause 'T was for my Faith and to out-cope the Laws I 'd rather be forsaken and alone Than sit a craving Monarch on a Throne Let all my cringing Slaves at distance stand Fawn on th' Invading Foe and kiss his Hand Leave me their Prince forsaken and forlorn Expos'd to all their Slights and publick Scorn Let

after Ages judge the mighty Test Judge the Magnifick Grandeur of my Breast I saw my great Forefather yet afore Seal all his Sacred Vows with Martyr'd gore His Royal Issue branded with Disgrace Saw all th' Efforts they us'd t' Exclude the Race And yet these Terrors all I dare invade Thus Conscience thus Religion does persuade I 'll stand or fall by both those Tenets still And be the second Martyr to my Will And then he stop'd his fiery Eye-Balls move And thus with his resisting Fate he strove And stood like Capaneus defying Iove When straight a noise from whence it came unknown Was heard to answer in an angry tone Dye then unpiti'd Prince for thus thy Fate Long since by its Decrees did antedate To such perversness what regard is shown What Merit could'st thou plead to mount a Throne To thy repeated Wishes Heav'n was kind And pleas'd the wild Ambition of thy Mind It put a Scepter in thy eager Hand Yet not t' oppose the Genius of the Land If Reason could not sway thy Actions here Heaven 's not oblig'd by Wonders to appear See how thy Creatures at a distance stand Sculk from thy Troubles to a safer Land Those who their Beings to thy Bounty own Forsake their fawning Cheats and now are gone Those who were Friends to thee and to thy Cause Bold for their Rights and for their Countries Laws Thou from thy darker Counsels didst remove And want their aid now they refuse their love Some more imperfect Sounds did reach my Ear But Sense return'd and Day-light did appear The CONVERTS I Did intend in Rhimes Heroick To write of Converts Apostolick Describe their Persons and their Shames And leave the World to guess their Names But soon I thought the scoundrel Theme Was for Heroick Song too mean Their Characters we 'll then rehearse In Burlesque or in Dogrel Verse Of Earls of Lords of Knights I 'll sing That chang'd their Faith to please their King The first an Antiquated Lord A walking Mummy in a word Moves cloath'd in Plaisters Aromatick And Flannel by the help of a Stick And like a grave and noble Peer Outlives his Sense by Sixty year And what an honest Man would anger Outlives the Fort he built at Tanger By Pox and Whores long since undone Yet loves it still and fumbles on Why he 's a Favourite few can guess Some say it 's for his Ugliness For often Monsters being rare Are valu'd equal to the Fair For in his Mistresses kind Iames Loves ugliness in its extremes But others say it s plainly seen 'T is for the choice he made ' o th' Queen When he the King and Nation blest With Off-Spring of the House of Este A Dame whose Affability Equals her Generosity Oh! Well-match'd Pair who frugally are bent To live without the Aids of Parliament All this and more the Peer perform'd Then to compleat his Virtues turn'd But 't was not Conscience or Devotion The hopes of Riches or Promotion That made his Lordship first to vary But 't was to please his Daughter Mary And she to make retalliation Is full as lewd in her Vocation The next a Caravanish Thief A lazy Mass of damn'd Rump Beef Prodigious Guts no Brains at all But very Rhynocerical Was Married e're the Cub was lickt And now not worthy to be kickt By Jockeys bubbled forc'd to fly To save his Coat to Italy Where Hains and he that Virtuous Youth Equal in Honour Sense and Truth By Reason and pure Conscience urged Past Sins by Abjuration purged But 't is believ'd both Rogue and Peer More worldly Motives had to veer The Scoundrel Plebeian's swerving Was to secure himself from starving And that which made the Peer a Starter Was hope of a long-wish'd-for Garter Next comes a Peer who sits at Helm And long has steer'd the giddy Realm With Taylor 's Motion Mien and Grace But a right Statesman in Grimace The Sneer the Cringe and then by turns The dully Grave the Frowns and Scorns Promises all but nought performs But howe'er great he 's in Promotion He 's very humble in Devotion With Taper Light and Feet all bare He to the Temple did repair And knocking softly at the Portal Cri'd Pity Fathers a poor Mortal And for a Sinner make some room A Prodigal returned home Some say that in that very hour Convert Mall Megs arriv'd at Door So both with penitent Grimace States-man and Bawd with humble pace Enter'd and were receiv'd to grace The next a Knight of high Command 'Twixt London-bridge and Dover Sand A Man of strict and holy Life Taking example from his Wife He to a Nunnery sent her packing Lest they should take each other napping Some say L'E did him beget But that he wants his Chin and Wit Good-natur'd as you may observe Letting his Tit'lar Father starve A Man of Sense and Parts we know it But dares as well be damn'd as show it Brib'd by himself his trusty Servant At Kings-Bench-Bar appear'd most fervent Against his Honour for the Test To him 't was Gain to all Mankind a Jest. Blue-Bonnet Lords a numerous store Whose best Example is they 're poor Meerly drawn in in hopes of Gains And reap the scandal for their pains Half-starv'd at Court with expectation Forc'd to return to their Sootch Station Despis'd and scorn'd by every Nation A paltry Knight not worth a mention Renounc'd his Faith for piteous pension After upon true Protestant Whore H 'had spent a large Estate before A thick short Collonel next does come With Stradling Legs and massy Bum With many more of shameful Note Whose Honour ne're was worth a Groat If these be Pillars of the Church 'T is fear'd they 'll leave her in the lurch If abler Men do not support her Weight All quickly will return to Forty Eight The humble Address of your Majesty's Poet Laureat and others your Catholick and Protestant dissenting Rhymers with the rest of the Fraternity of Minor Poets Inferior Versifiers and Sonetteers of Your Majesty's Ancient Corporation of Parnassus Humbly Sheweth THat we your Majesty's poor slaves Your merry Beggars witty knaves Being highly sensible how long And dull dry Prose addressing Throng Have daily vext your Royal Ears With fulsom speeches canting Pray'rs Unanimously think it better T' address your Majesty in Meeter Great Sir your healing Declaration Has cur'd a base distemper'd Nation The Godly hug it for the ease It gives to squeamish Consciences And by the Mammonists 't is made The grand encouragement of Trade But we must reckon it in our sense A gracious Poetick Licence 'T is your peculiar excellency T' indulge Religion to a frensy And our Religion is our fancy For which we judge 't would be a crime Not to present our thanks in Rhime We with all Subjects of our mind To pay like us their dues in kind That jealous Protestants would greet With Tests and Laws your Royal Feet That all would sacrifice in course Their stubborn Consciences to yours That th'

Academies wou'd oppose On no pretence your Royal Cause But quit their Oaths and Founders Laws That Corporations yield their Charters And no more grudge your Soldiers Quarters That Borough-Towns would chuse such Men As you shan't need send home agen That all right Members take their stations Such as Sir R and Sir P That your new Friends stand every where Of which we recommend one pair Honest Will Pen and Harry Care Dissenters will with all their heart-a Vote for a Gospel Magna Carta Your Judges too will over-awe The poor dead letter of the Law Your High Commissioners from whom The obstinate receive their doom For trusty Catholicks make room Only one resty part o' th' Nation Wou'd bound your pow'r of dispensation For which we 'll bait the Rogues agen With second part of Hind and Pan We 'll Rhime 'em into better manners And make them low'r their Paper-Banners Nor is this all that we will do No Sir we 'll pray like Poets too May our great God Apollo bless you May Iuno help your budding issue May you attempt no enemies To skirmish with but Butterflies Nor exercise Your Martial Arms But in Mock-sieges false alarms May you have long and peaceful days And may we live to sing your Praise And after all may you inherit The over-plus of the Saints merit The LAUREAT Jack Squabb his History in little drawn Down to his Evening from his early dawn APpear thou mighty Bard to open view Which yet we must confess you need not do The labour to expose thee we may save Thou stand'st upon thy own Records a Knave Condemn'd to live in thy Apostate Rhimes The Curse of Ou ts and Scoff of Future Times Still tacking round with every turn of State Reverse to Sh ry thy cursed Fate Is always at a change to come too late To keep his Plots from Coxcombs was his Care His Policy was mask'd and thine is bare Wise Men alone cou'd guess at his Design And cou'd but guess the Thred was spun so fine But every pur-blind Fool may see through thine Had Dick still kept the Regal Diadem Thou hadst been Poet Laureat to him And long e're now in Lofty Verse proclaim'd His high Extraction among Princes Fam'd Diffus'd his Glorious Deeds from Pole to Pole Where Winds can carry and where Waves can rowl Nay had our Charles by Heav'ns severe Decree Been found and Murther'd in the Royal Tree Ev'n thou hadst prais'd the Fact his Father slain Thou call'dst but gently breathing of a Vein Impious and Villanous to bless the blow That laid at once three lofty Nations low And gave the Royal Cause a fatal Overthrow What after this cou'd we expect from thee What cou'd we hope for but just what we see Scandal to all Religions New and Old Scandal to thine where Pardon 's bought and sold And Mortgag'd Happiness redeem'd for Gold Tell me for 't is a Truth you must allow Who ever chang'd more in one Moon than thou Even thy own Zimri was more stedfast known He had but one Religion or had none What Sect of Christians is 't thou hast not known And at one time or other made thy own A Bristled Baptist bred and then thy Strain Immaculate was free from sinful Stain No Songs in those blest times thou didst produce To brand and sham good Manners out of use The Ladies then had not one Bawdy Bob Nor thou the Courtly Name of Poet Squab Next thy dull Muse an Independent Jade On sacred Tyranny five Stanza's made Prais'd Noll who ev'n to both extreams did run To kill the Father and dethrone the Son When Charles came in thou didst a Convert grow More by thy Int'rest than thy Nature so Under his livening Beams thy Laurels spread He first did place that Wreath about thy Head Kindly reliev'd thy wants and gave thee Bread Here 't was thou mad'st the Bells of Fancy Chime And choak'd the Town with suffocating Rhime Till Heroes form'd by thy Creating Pen Were grown as Cheap and Dull as other Men. Flush'd with Success full Gallery and Pit Thou bravest all Mankind with want of Wit Nay in short time wer't grown so proud a Ninny As scarce t' allow that Ben himself had any But when the Men of Sense thy Error saw They check'd thy Muse and kept the Termagant in awe To Satyr next thy Talent was Addrest Fell foul on all thy Friends among the rest Those who the oft'nest did thy wants supply Abus'd Traduc'd without a reason why Nay ev'n thy Royal Patron was not spar'd But an obscene a santring Wretch declar'd Thy Loyal Libel we can still produce Beyond Example and beyond Excuse O strange return to a forgiving King But the warm'd Viper wears the greatest Sting Thy Pension lost and justly without doubt When Servants snarl we ought to kick 'em out They that disdain their Benefactors Bread No longer ought by Bounty to be fed That lost the Vizor chang'd you turn about And strait a True-blue Protestant crept out The Frier now was writ and some will say They smell a Malecontent through all the Play The Papist too was damn'd unfit for Trust Call'd Treacherous Shameless Profligate Unjust And Kingly Pow'r thought Arbitrary Lust. This lasted till thou didst thy Pension gain And that chang'd both thy Morals and thy Strain If to write Contradictions Nonsense be Who has more Nonsense in their Works than thee We 'll mention but thy Lay-mans Faith and Hind who 'd think both these such clashing do we find Cou'd be the product of one single Mind Here thou wou'dst Charitable fain appear Find'st fault that Athanasius was severe Thy Pity straight to Cruelty is rais'd And even the pious Inquisition prais'd And recommended to the present Reign O happy Countries Italy and Spain Have we not Cause in thy own Words to say Let none believe what varies every day That never was nor will be at a stay Once Heathens might be sav'd you did allow But not it seems we greater Heathens now The Loyal Church that buoys the Kingly Line Damn'd with a Breath but 't is such Breath as thine What credit to thy Party can it be T' have gain'd so lewd a Profligate as thee Stray'd from our Fold makes us but laugh not weep We have but lost what was disgrace to keep By them Mistrusted and to us a Scorn For it is Weakness at the best to turn True hadst thou left us in the former Reign T' have prov'd it was not wholly done for Gain Now the Meridian Sun is not so plain Gold is thy God for a substantial Sum Thou to the Turk wou'dst run away from Rome And sing his Holy Expedition against Christendom But to conclude blush with a lasting Red If thou' rt not mov'd with what 's already said To see thy Boars Bears Buzards Wolves and Owls And all thy other Beasts and other Fowls Routed by two poor Mice Unequal fight But easy 't is to Conquer in the Right See there a Youth a shame to thy

rest But leave Ten Thousand Curses on the Test And who do its Abolishing withstand I leave upon them an Eternal Brand. And for the Penal Laws they like so well I 'll write for their Repeal when I 'm in Hell And if Damn'd Pluto's Laws are like to these I 'll quickly sue him out a Writ of Ease I there will my Occurrence truly state Whilst some Infernal Larkin Prints the Cheat I Hell's black Tyrant will both sooth and praise And even in Sulph'rous Styx Sedition raise A new Catch in praise of the Reverend Bishops TRue Englishmen drink a good Health to the Mitre Let our Church ever Flourish tho' her Enemies Spight Her May their Cunning and Forces no longer prevail And their Malice as well as their Arguments fail Then remember the Seven which supported our Cause As Stout as our Martyrs and as Just as our Laws Protestantism Reviv'd or the Persecuted Church Triumphing IN Sable Weeds I saw a Matron clad Whose Looks were grave whose Countenance was sad Pensive with care she musing sate alone Her State too too unhappy to bemoan Deep bitter pangs I saw her undergo And pay the tributary drops of woe So wept Ducalion when he saw the State And face of Nature chang'd and desolate By this dumb Elegy a while sh'exprest The gloomy sorrows of her troubl'd breast Then heaving up her head she silence broke And with a heavy sigh dejected spoke Good God! what grief surrounds my aged head What new distracting woes I daily wed Who am by spiteful Foes in triumph led They pierce my side with wound they break my rest And snatch my sucking Children from my breast My elder Sons inhumanly they treat My weaker ones they bubble with Deceit Thus they insult thus put me to disgrace And spit their frothy Venom in my face My growing sorrows to compleat the more I 'm flouted by a Babylonish Whore Put me to death they can't since Heav'n decreed I must not dye though with my Saviour bleed But humbly should in after-times succeed What most my anxious Soul tormented hath Is he that should defend betrays my Faith Thus thus abus'd I 'm to all Griefs betray'd Thus my Delights are double Sorrows made Who e're was curb'd by such a Concubine Who so perplex'd Was ever grief like mine Then she bow'd down her head and with her tears Bedew'd the parched Earth when straight appears A Comforter by pitying Heav'n sent To raise her drooping Spirits almost spent Who when he had respectful Homage paid In terms obliging reverently said Mother I know the cause of all thy Grief I 'm sent thy Succor and thy true Relief Thy God has heard thy Sighs thy faithful Pray'rs And graciously receiv'd thy flowing Tears I 'll wipe them off I 'll rugged Grief expel And usual Joy shall in thy Count'nance dwell I 've made thy haughty Domineerers bow And own their Lives they to my bounty owe I 've foil'd them all I have disarm'd them quite They have the power to bark but not to bite To ease your pain by th' God of Heaven I 'm sent He acts and I 'm the Honour'd Instrument Then she arose Joy smiling in her Eye And with a cheerful Voice did thus reply Thanks gracious God thanks thou Victorious Son By whom I have my wonted Glory won Rejoice my Sons and Hallelujahs sing Unto our Saviour our Triumphant King For I an Anthem will compose and then We 'll sweetly sound it to our God Amen The Council To the Tune of Iamaica I. TWO Toms and Nat In Council fat To rigg out a Thanksgiving And make a Prayer For a thing in the Air That 's neither Dead nor Living II. The Dame of East As 't is Express'd In her late quaint Epistle Did to our Eady Bequeath the Baby With Coral Bells and Whistle III. With this intent she to her sent Her Gold and Diamond Bodkin That to conceive She might have leave And is not this an odd thing IV. Then a Pot of Ale To the Prince of Wales Tho' some are of Opinion That when 't comes out A Double Clout Will cover his Dominion The Audience THE Criticks that pretend to Sense Do cavil at the Audience As if his Grace were not as good To bow to as a piece of Wood. Did not our Fathers heretofore Their sensless Deities adore Did not Old Delphos all along Vent Oracles without a Tongue And wisest Monarchs did importune From the dumb God to know their Fortune Did not the Speaking-Head of late Of matters Learnedly Debate And rendred without Tongue or Ears Wise answers to his whisp'ring Peers And shall we to a living Prince Deny the State of Audience What tho' the Bantling cannot speak Yet like the Blockhead he may squeak Give Audience by Interpreter The wisest Prince can do no more Then enter with a Prince's Banner Sir Charles after the usual manner Great Sir His Holiness from Rome Greets your high Birth The Prince cry'd Mum The Consecrated Pilch and Clout If you 'll vouchsafe to hear me out And many other Toys I 'm come To lay them to your sacred Bum. So young yet such a God-like Ray Phoebus your Dad was Priest Dad-a Great Prince I have no more to say Conducted next there comes Great Sir An Envoy from the Emperor To Gratulate your lucky Fate That gives to England's Throne new date We joy that any thing should Reign To baffle Orange and the Dane The Youth to see them thus beguil'd In token of his Favour smil'd But at the Spaniard laugh'd outright As shamm'd again in Eighty Eight Next having pass'd the inward Centry The doubtful Monsieur made his entry The King my Master Sir has sent Your Royal Birth to complement If you will make it but appear That you are England's Lawful Heir Here Lady Powis took him short Have you a King Thank Maz'rine for 't Fr. man Whoe're the Father was the Mother Was France's Q. P is Who questions t'other At this Reproof he pawn'd a Purse And parting made his Peace with Nurse The Dane the Swede with other Nations Come in with loud Congratulations Upon the Swede so fam'd for Battel He cast a frown and shook his Rattle And for the Dane who took the part Of good Prince George he let a fart This put him in a sullen fit Nurse scarce could dance him out of it When an Ambassador from Poland Knock'd at the Door and Vel● from Holland He crying suck'd and sucking cry'd When Lady Governess reply'd Peace Prince peace Prince peace pretty Prince And let the States have Audience Dutch-man From Holland I am hither sent To Challenge not to Complement Prepare with speed your Twenty Sail Your twice four thousand on the Nail Which by your Senate was enacted With Orange when your Sire contracted The Name of Holland did affright And make th'young Hero scream outright But Orange nam'd the Royal Elf The sweet sweet Babe beshit himself Tyrconnel who came o're no less Than to be made his Governess To take

her leave by luck came in She suck'd his Nose and lick'd him clean Last came the Lady H from Play Mov'd by Instinct he cry'd Mamma And posted to the Queen away An Epistle to Mr. Dryden DRyden thy Wit has Catterwaul'd too long Now Lero Lero is the only Song What Singing Dancing Interludes of late Stuff and set off our goodly Farce of State Not Albevil can turn a deep Intrigue Till first well warm'd with Bishop Talgol's Jigg W m cannot sleep or if a Nap he takes His Dream some Old Tressilian Ballad breaks But was e're seen the like in Prose or Metre To this mad Play or work of Father Petre At Court no longer Punchionello takes Each Scene Part Cue mishapen to the Mac's Such Plot and the Catastrophe is such We must be either Irish all or Dutch Our very Judges in Westminster-Hall Like their Old Roof were Irish Timber all And bless us Irish Wolves are brought to keep The Nation grown now all such silly Sheep Such errand Asses errand Cattle made Or to be yok'd or saddl'd fleec'd or flead O Martyr's Son thy Destiny is shown Such props are for a Scaffold not a Throne So Iuno in her impotence of rage By Heav'n deny'd did Hell's black Pow'rs engage Yet sped the Heroe Iove and Fate were strong Religious care He took his Gods along But hark O hark the Belgick Lyon roars And shakes afar the French and British Shoars One Brandy drinks one mad with Prophecies Lord what they tell us of some Prince from Frize Arms and the Man they sing no French finess But hearty blows and Brandenburg Address Hence Vigour and our Figure comes agen We rise and walk all true erected Men. The force of those Circaean Cups subdu'd And the wild Charms our new Armida brew'd The Witchcraft he our true Rinaldo broke And g●ubs the base pretenders to his stock But oh what Spirit of deceit afar Possess'd our Pulpits and bewitch'd the Bar What Bane what Mischief on poor Mortals shed By Vermin from the Laws corruption bred Tho to their Irish Roof no Cobwebs cleave Below what strife and endless toyls they weave Wanting brave strength to strangle men to death What Frauds they hide What Venom underneath And when some shorter course to Murder 's shown Cry O that luscious Point they gain'd the Crown Sons of the Pulpit the same measures keep And of that same stumm'd Cup have drunk as deep Agog for some odd Transubstantiate thing Chimera Reign or Metaphysick King Sublim'd to School-Divinity extreams Their Brains would crow with Patriarchal Dreams So high from solid honest Wisdom blow n They'd have some Hippo-Centaur on the Throne Not Law ordain'd but by some God appointed Not Lay-elected but by Priest anointed Away this Goblin Witchcraft Priestcraft Prince Give us a King Divine by Law and Sense Now Bar and Pulpit to Dragoons a sport Their Cause is carri'd to the last Effort Princes in more compendious method teach Force is their way let Old Apostles Preach What 's stablish'd Law where standing Armies come Or who'll talk Gospel to a Kettle-Drum When God would hear where Giants did oppress The several Nations had their Hercules So were the Horns of grizly Violence broke So people freed from triple Geryon's Yoke The various Snake in Lerna-Lough that bred That loll'd and hiss'd to Death at every head Nemaean Lion Erymanthian Boar In Bogs that wallow and on Hills that roar All by his God-like Prowess done away Their Lawless Rule and that Gigantick sway In vain whilst this high Vertue Nations sought The Nassau-House were never yet without Nor is confin'd to Provinces their care Their gen'rous labour neighb'ring Kingdoms share Here the foul Herd flee from his lifted hand That long had made a Stable of the Land The Monster of the Lough new Lerna-Plague But scarce in head the Bog-begotten Teague The ravenous Kind the Harpies sharp for prey With Birds obscene and uncouth to the day No Den no Ditch no rousting for them more Now now is come our Hercules ashore Vile Fraud dispell'd and superstitious Mists He from our Temple drives all Knaves and Priests Then warmer Wallop in due Scarlet shown To Coffee Dick bequeaths his rusty Gown Oh Dryden if this Hercules were thine How wou'd his Club and Atlas-shoulders shine How wou'dst thou all our Maids of Honour fright With naughty Tale of Fifty in a Night Howe'er no more let Xavier mar thy Pen No Miracle to forty thousand men When Law and bald Divinity begins Why then the marvel that a Poet sins The DREAM WEary'd with Bus'ness and with Cares opprest My Faculties were Doz'd and fond of rest An unusual heaviness did on me creep My Soul indulg'd it yet I could not sleep Dreams short and frightful vext me all the Night I found I was betray'd and long'd for Light The first such Wonders brought within my view And when I wak'd I almost thought them true Methought I saw great Iulius sadly lye Bleeding from all his Wounds and Brutus by The ungrateful Brutus which he doted on With Meager Cassius pleas'd with what he'ad done Crying the World and Brutus are my own I nearer drew to view the Ghastly Trunk But oh the Scene was chang'd Caesar was sunk 'T was Charles the Second which lay mangl'd there The Sacrificing Tribe too did appear Brutus and Cassius York and Petre were Charles weeping grasp'd his Brother by the hand I heard him sighing say Within my Land A faithful Pious Mother thou wilt command Who in the utmost of Extremity When all but her and much upbraided I Wou'd from the Crown have quite excluded thee Preach'd up thy forfeit Title by our Laws And in thy banishment maintain thy Cause Passive Obedience thou hast much in store But do not urge it to thy utmost pow'r Iames to preserve her most devoutly swore Charles dy'd and Iames discharg'd his Oath next hour I saw the Priests flock in the Bishops out Saw Petres cram the Wafer down his Throat Tho' dead it sav'd the Heretick no doubt I saw him poorly buri'd in the Night A wretched Train and a more wretched sight To me it seem'd a Fun'ral in Disguise For fear his Creditors shou'd his Body seize I saw him shewn for two pence in a Chest Like Monk Old Harry Mary and the rest And if the Figure answer'd its intent In ten years time 't would buy a Monument My Fancy brought me back again to Court Where only Fools Advise and Knaves Resort Our Kingdoms Curse and other Nations Sport I heard the Iesuits in a grand Cabal Resolve to Root out Heresy or fall Each his particular Opinion gave They cry'd an Opportunity we have To fetter her who kept us long her Slave Immediatly they pitch'd upon a Rule How to suppress it by a forward Fool A bawling blundering senseless Tool Whose Mouthing at White-Chappel first began Who regularly to his Greatness ran Thro' all the vile degrees of Treachery And now Usurps the Court of Equity He said If you

of Bread How it can change a Libeller's heart and clear a Laureat's Head Open his Eyes till the Mad Prophet see Plots working in a future power to be Traitors unform'd to his Second Sight are clear And Squadrons here and Squadrons there appear Rebellion is the Burden of the Seer To Bays in Vision were of late reveal'd Whig Armies that at Knightsbridge lay conceal'd And tho no mortal Eye could see 't before The Battel was just entring at the Door A dangerous Association sign'd by None The Joyner's Plot to seize the King alone Stephen with College made his Dire compact The watchful Irish took 'em in the Fact Of riding arm'd Oh Traiterous Overt Act With each of 'em an ancient Pistol sided Against the Statute in that Case provided But why was such an Host of Swearers prest Their Succour was ill Husbandry at best Bays's crown'd Muse by Sovereign Right of Satyr Without Desert can dub a Man a Traytor And Tories without troubling Law or Reason By Loyal Instinct can find Plots and Treason But here 's our Comfort though they never scan The Merits of the Cause but of the Man Our gracious Statesmen vow not to forsake Law that is made by Judges whom they Make. Behind the Curtain by Court-Wires with ease They turn those Pliant Puppets as they please With frequent Parliaments our hopes they feed Such shall be sure to meet but when there 's Need. When a sick State and sinking Church call for 'em Then 't is our Tories most of all abhor ' em Then Pray'r that Christian Weapon of Defence Grateful to Heaven at Court is an Offence If it dare speak the untamper'd Nations sense Nay Paper 's Tumult when our Senates cease And some Mens Names alone can break the Peace Petitioning disturbs the Kingdom 's Quiet As chusing honest Sheriffs makes a Riot To punish Rascals and bring France to Reason Is to be hot and press things out of Season And to damn Popery is Irish Treason To love the King and Knaves about him hate Is a Fanatick Plot against the State To Skreen his Person from a Popish Gun Has all the mischief in 't of Forty One To save our Faith and keep our Freedom's Charter Is once again to make a Royal Martyr This Logick is of Tory's deep inditing The very best they have but Oaths and Fighting Let 'em then Chime it on if 't will oblige ye And Roger vapour o'er us in Effigy Let 'em in Ballads give their folly Vent And sing up Nonsense to their Hearts content If for the King as All 's pretended they Do here drink Healths and Curse sure we may pray Heaven once more keep him then for Healing Ends Safe from old Foes but most from his new Friends Such Protestants as prop a Popish Cause And Loyal Men that break all Bounds of Laws Whose Pride is with his Servants Salaries fed And when they 've scarce left him a Crust of Bread Their corrupt Fathers foreign Steps to follow Cheat even of Scraps and that last Sop would swallow French Fetters may this Isle no more endure Spite of Rome's Art stand England's Church secure Not from such Brothers as desire to mend it But false Sons who designing worse to rend it With leud Lives and no Fortunes would defend it On Easter-day 87. this was found fixed on the King's Chappel Door WHEN God Almighty had his Palace fram'd That Glorious shining Place he Heaven Nam'd And when the first Rebellious Angels fell He Doom'd them to a certain place call'd Hell Here 's Heaven and Hell confirm'd by Sacred Story But yet I ne'er could read of Purgatory That cleansing-place which of late years is found For sinning-Souls to Flux in till they 're sound The Priest form'd that for the good Roman Race Our Maker never thought of such a place Oh Rome we 'll own thee for a Learn'd wise Nation To add a place wanting in God's Creation Upon K. J. Pistolling a Mastiff Dog at Banbury in his last Progress THE Poets tell us idle Tales to please us Of mighty Perseus Hercules and Theseus And several other gallant Heroes too Who ev'ry one their several Monsters slew The Minotaur did Theseus bravely Slaughter And then as bravely Sw d the King 's own Daughter Nemean Lyon bold Hercules did choak And of his Skin made him a lasting Cloak The far-fam'd Perseus kill'd a mighty Whale And all t' enjoy Andromeda's brown Tail Historians all the Great St. George admire For murd'ring horrid Dragon that spit Fire But what concerns us yet far more to tell One of these Heroes slew the Dog of Hell Renown'd Attempts you 'll all confess if true But our great I s did more than this Morbleau He who before t' immortalize his Name Lost dreaded England all her Naval Fame He who return'd from Belgick Lions Roar When Sandwich sunk in sight of Southwold Shore He who two Summers but of late sat down With all his Forces before Hounslow Town And nothing else but bare Dishonour won He when he saw his Loving Friend assail'd By furious Mastiff-Cur Ear-snip'd bob-tail'd Eyes darting Fire and with his Boo-woo's fierce Ready to seize the Lord-Lieutenant's Horse 'T is true quoth he to shew that wondrous Might Which I have long conceal'd from Humane Sight With furious Tone pursuing then his Speech Fanatick Dog forbear my Royal Breech He cry'd For know thou art but bluntly pointed Though sharp thy Fangs to touch the Lord 's Anointed To which the Dog who never Scripture read And scorn'd to call an Earthly Monarch Dread I am no Dog quoth he to Fawn and Flatter But I Address according to my Nature However know I am a Dog of Sense That 's more than may be said of many a Prince With this the mighty I a Pistol drew Discharg'd and shot the Mastiff thro' and thro Some say that Vulcan-like he riv'd his Brain No matter which the Dog receiv'd his Bane By Royal Hand for fancy Language slain And both got Honour Dog and Sov'reign The Sov'reign had the Honour Dog to kill The Mastiff that a Prince his Gore did spill Now then come down from Heav'n ye Cur come down Thou whom the sultry Summers so renown Resign that Place of thine more justly due To this same Dog whom God's Vicegerent slew Surely a Dog so dignifi'd in Story Is th' only Dog with Constellations Glory And you who in your Signs St. George advance Trampling o're Dragon's Jaws pierc'd through with Lance Alter your painting and set up in place The bravest Hero of the Scotish Race Discharging Thunder from his gaudy Saddle And Mastiff prostrate in a goary Puddle So shall you Truth advance o're Fabulous Toyes And Dog and Monarch both Immortalize The Metamorphosis HAD the late fam'd Lord Rochester surviv'd We'd been inform'd who all our Plots contriv'd Authors and Actors we had long since seen In sharpest Satyrs they 'd recorded been Tho' Captain Doctor Lord Duke K g or Queen His bold and daring Muse

Order brought H'invaded us with Force to make as free And in another's Realm could meet no Enemy Hail Great Asserter of the Greatest Cause Man's Liberty and the Almighty's Laws Heav'n greater Wonders has for Thee design'd Thou Glorious Deliv'rer of Mankind A Congratulatory Poem to the most Illustrious Queen Mary upon her Arrival in England By Thomas Shadwell MADAM IMmur'd with Rocks of Ice no Wretches left Hopeless of Life of Heat and Light bereft Under the Influence of the rugged Bear Where but one Day and Night is all the Year With ne'er so much transporting Ioy could meet The dawning Day as your Approach we greet Your Beams reviv'd us from the Belgian Shore Which now our long-lov'd Princess does restore What could make us so rich or them so poor The World nought equal to our Ioy can find But the despairing Grief you left behind We from the Mighty States have now gain'd more Than by our Aid they ever got before When the Great Vere's and Sidney's won such Fame That each of them immortaliz'd his Name Not Alva's Rage would have distress'd them so As MADAM we have done recalling You. Our ador'd Princess to Batavians lent Is home to us with mighty Int'rest sent For we with her have won the Great Nassau Whose Sword shall keep the Papal World in awe She comes she comes the Fair the Good the Wise With loudest Acclamations rend the Skies Rock all the Steeples kindle ev'ry Street Thunder ye Cannons from each Fort and Fleet. To all the neighb'ring Lands sound out your Ioys And let France shake at the Triumphant Noise Bless'd be the rising Waves the murm'ring Gales Sustain'd the Mighty Cargo swell'd the Sayls Bless'd be the Vessel as that was which bore The Sacred Remnant when there was no Shore Not the returning Dove they welcom'd so As we our MARY who brings Olive too That only promis'd safety to their Lives This our lost Peace and Liberty revives Bless'd bless'd be his Invasion which made way For this most happy and Illustrious Day So brave an Action so Renown'd a Name Was ne'er yet written in the Book of Fame Let Parasites call Princes Wise and Brave Who bear inglorious Arms but to inslave Our Prince will break those Chains wherewith they bind 'T is his true Glory to enlarge Mankind In any Land You would Dominion gain And MADAM in each Commonwealth would Reign Where'er your God-like PRINCE from us should go They would like us submit without a Blow In his short Sway more Wisdom He has shown Than here before in Ages has been known The Name of KING adds nothing to his Fame But his great Virtues dignify that Name What Land can boast of such a matchless Pair Like Him so wise so brave like You so wise so fair Where'er so many sacred Virtues join They to a Scepter shew a Right Divine Who are approv'd so Valiant Wise and Iust Have the best Titles to the highest Trust Though from the Loins of greatest Kings deriv'd That Title 's not so strong nor so long-liv'd For Princes more of solid Glory gain Who are thought fit than who are born to Reign The OBSERVATOR Or the History of Hodge as reported by some From his siding with Noll and scribling for Rome STand forth thou grand Impostor of our time The Nation 's Scandal Punishment and Crime Unjust Usurper of ill-gotten Praise Unmatch'd by all but thy lewd Brother Bays How well have you your sev'ral Gallants chose Damnably to plague the World in Verse and Prose Like two Twin Comets when you do appear We justly may suspect some danger near He lately did under Correction pass Honour'd by that great Hand that gave the Lash A doom too glorious for that cursed Head And unproportion'd to the Life he lead But you are to a viler Fate design'd To suffer by a vulgar hand like mine We 'll tear your Vizard and unmask your Shame And at each Corner Gibbet up your Name Expose you to the Scorn of all you meet As Dogs drag grinning Cats about the Street Under Usurping Noll you first began To rear your Head and shew your self a Man Unpitying saw the Royal Party fall And Danc'd and Fiddl'd to the Funeral Disclaim'd their Int'rest and renounc'd their Side And with the Independent straight comply'd Officious in their Service wrote for Hire A brisk Crowdero in the Factious Quire Your nimble Pen on all their Errands run The Horoscope still opens to the Sun There 't was in those unhappy Days You laid foundation for designed Praise By disrespect ignobly purchas'd shame And damn'd your Soul to scandalize your Name When Charles at length by Providence came in You fac'd about and quickly chang'd the Scene Turn'd to new Notes your mercenary Strings Began to play Divinity of Kings Your former Master straitway is forgot Stil'd Villain Rogue Thief Murderer what not Such recompence he doth deserve to have Who for his Int'rest durst employ a Knave Now 't was a time you thought to take your ease After such great Exploits perform'd as these Applauding to your self your own Deserts You strait set up for a vain Ass of Parts Resolving that the Ladies too should know What other Tricks and Gambals you could do Was there a skipping Whore about the Town Or private Baudy-house to you unknown Here for a Stallion there for a Pimp you went To do both Drudgeries alike content But ill success you had with Madam C k Whom in the Act her Husband took Strong Bastinado o're your shoulders laid Made you awhile surcease that letcherous trade Till growing old in customary Sin You with a Chaster Lady did begin Whom when you found she all Assaults refus'd And would not yield her self to be abus'd Down on your Knees you presently was laid And thus O Righteous Heaven devoutly pray'd Since you disdain the kind Request to grant Dear Madam let me lay my hand upon 't This is the Man whose whole Discourse and Tone Is Honour Justice Truth Religion Was such a Godly Rascal ever known But now reform'd by indigence of Gold Your former wanton course grew slack and cold For 't was at first indeed too hot to hold Now new expedients must employ your Brain And other Methods for advance of Gain Something contriv'd in private touch'd the State Which made you timely think of a retreat Beyond Sea then the wretched Caitiff flies A guilty Conscience has Quick-sighted Eyes When you return'd you fell to work amain And took up your old Scribling Trade again Some sorry Scandal on Fanaticks thrown And viler Canting upon Forty one You thought sufficient to oblige the Crown Then who but you the World was all your own Now for the Church of England you declare A witty Zealous Protestant appear Your secret Spies and Emissaries use To pay for false Intelligence and News When nam'd in two Diurnals you dispence Equally void of Reason Truth and Sense Guineas now from every Quarter came To pay respect to your encreasing Fame While

set to work your busy Brain Which took Fire quickly from their Train Some Wise some Valiant you remove 'Cause they your Maxims don't approve And in their stead such Creatures place Which to th'Employments bring disgrace While whatsoe're you do I own And still the dirt on me is thrown Straight new Chimera's fill your Brain The humming Beetles buz again A Goal-Delivery now must be All tender Consciences set free Not out of Zeal but pure Design To make Dissenters with us join To pull down Test and Penal Laws The Bulwark of the Hereticks Cause The sly Dissenters laugh the while They see where lurks the Serpent's guile And rather than with us comply Will on our Enemies rely The Chieftains of the Protestant Cause We did confine though 'gainst the Laws But soon was glad to set 'em free Fearing the giddy Mobile Now all is turning upside-down Loud Murmurings in every Town We 've Foes abroad and Foes at home Armies and Fleets against us come The Protestants do laugh the while And the Dissenters sneer and smile But no assistance either sends They 're neither Enemies nor Friends Now pray conclude what must be done Consult your Oracle of ROME For next fair Wind be sure they come On the University of Cambridge's burning the D. of Monmouth's Picture 1685. who was formerly their Chancellor In Answer to this question In turba semper sequitur fortunam odit damnatos By Mr. Stepney YES fickle Cambridge Perkins found this true Both from your Rabble and your Doctors too With what applause you once receiv'd his Grace And begg'd a Copy of his Godlike Face But when the sage Vice-Chancellor was sure The Original in Limbo lay secure As greasy as himself he sends a Lictor To vent his Loyal Malice on the Picture The Beadle's Wife endeavours all she can To save the Image of the tall young man Which she so oft when pregnant did embrace That with strong thoughts she might improve her race But all in vain since the wise House conspire To damn the Canvas Traytor to the Fire Lest it like Bones of Scanderbeg incite Scythemen next Harvest to renew the fight Then in comes Mayor Eagle and does gravely alledge He 'll subscribe if he can for a bundle of Sedge But the man of Clareball that proffer refuses ' Snigs he 'll be beholden to none but the Muses And orders Ten Porters to bring the dull Reams On the Death of Good Charles and Crowning of Iames And swears he will borrow of the Provost more stuff On the Marriage of Ann if that ben't enough The Heads lest he get all the profit to himself Too greedy of honour too lavish of pelf This motion deny and Vote that Ti●e Tillet Should gather from each noble Doctor a Billet The Kindness was common and so they 'd return it The Gift was to all all therefore would burn it Thus joining their Stocks for a Bonfire together As they club for a Cheese in the Parish of Chedder Confusedly crowd on the Sophs and the Doctors The Hangman the Townsmen their Wives and the Proctors While the Troops from each part of the Countries in all Come to quaff his Confusion in Bumpers of stale But Rosalin never unkind to a Duke Does by her absence their folly rebuke The tender Creature could not see his fate With whom she had danc'd a Minuet so late The Heads who never could hope for such frames Out of envy condemn'd Sixscore pounds to the flames Then his Air was too proud and his Features amiss As if being a Traytor had alter'd his Phiz So the Rabble of Rome whose favour ne're settles Melt down their Sejanus to Pots and Brass Kettles Nulla manere diu neque vivere carminant possum que scribuntur aque notoribus By Mr. Ayloffe T. C. C. HE that first said it knew the worth of Wit Lov'd well his Glass and as he drank he Writ Vast was his Soul and sparkling was the Wine Which strangely did inspire each mighty Line The wat'ry Springs of Helicon are Theams Fit for dull Freshmen and dull Doctors Dreams Not Flood of Cam or Well of Aristotle Yield half the pleasure of the charming Bottle Poor Scriblers then that bread and water use The slender diet of a Bridewel muse As easily may Water Poets make As Coffee Politicians does create The Two Grand Whigs of Poetry and State When Booths on Thames were built and Oxen roasted Poets the strength of waters might have boasted And might have made their frozen Verse to pass As well as he that put out Ice for Glass Though our good Proctor otherwise does think Our Mother Cambridge kindly bids us drink She holds the Candle and the sacred Cup And as the one wasteth cries Drink t'other up 'T was drinking got our Ancestors Renown And Claret first that di'd the Scarlet Gown As well may Dutchmen without Brandy sight As English Poets without Claret write Not moderate Learning nor immoderate Fees Are of themselves sufficient for Degrees Wine and the Supper must the Act compleat And he does best dispute who best does treat 'T is Carnival and we 'll the time enjoy This day and next while Wine and wit run high And the forty days Preachers in vain may bid the Court repent But Poets sure did never write in Lent Now in the name of Dulness and small-Beer Ye Northern Wits of fam'd St. Iohns appear That scarce taste Wine or Wit throughout the Year Had she who by the pow'rful Charms of Wine Transform'd Ulysses men to Gruntling Swine Had she and you the Experiment try'd again By contrary effects ye had Poets been Next the pert Fops by Title dignifi'd Wise to themselves and Fools to all beside Whom Company nor Drinking can refine Blockish and dull beyond the pow'r of Wine Who after the first Bottle still the same Can never higher rise than Anagram Or at most quibble on their Dowdy's name When Whig Religious Trimmer Loyal turns When Cambridge Wives and Barnwel Whores turn Nuns When Curate's Rich and the fat Doctor 's poor When Scholars tick and Townsmen cheat no more When am'rous Fops leave hunting handsom Faces When craving Beadle begs no more for Places Hopkins and Sternold with their paltry Rhimes Shall please us now and take with future Times And Water-drinkers then shall famous grow Seile the Poet to my Lord-Mayor's Show Shall Dryden Cowley and our Duke outgo To Mr. Fleetwood Shepherd By Mr. P r. WHen Crowding Folks with strange ill Faces Were making Legs and begging Places And some with Patents some with Merit Tired out my good Lord D t 's Spirit Sneaking I stood among the Crew Desiring much to Speak with You. I waited while the Clock struck Thrice And Footman brought out fifty Lies Till Patience vext and Legs grown weary I thought it was in vain to tarry But did Opine it might be better By Penny-post to send a Letter Now if you miss of this Epistle I 'm balkt again and may go Whistle My business

after we 've drunk a Glass Or two to make the Waters better pass We take a Turn i' th' Walks Here in such crouds the Ladies pass you 'd swear The Cyprian Goddess and her Nymphs were there Hung round with all the Riches that the East Or West sends here brisk jaunty and well drest With what a Mein and charming Air they move Creating Wonder and inspiring Love Such was the beautious Helen's shining Train When she was courted by the Phrygian Swain And all the while to entertain the Ear Musick and Voices mixt their parts do bear Next for the Chappel by the Fountain rais'd Where its great Author is devoutly prais'd And after Prayers a Pipe can do no harm In drinking good to keep the Stomach warm For this design appointed places are L●st Smoaking on the Walks offend the fair And now we sit after a careless rate Over a dish of Tea and fall to chat Here one forsooth plays the Philosopher Upon the Wells describes the secret power Of Spaws and Mineral Waters how they come With Steel impregnate thro' the Earth's cold Womb Whence springs their force that they so nearly can Make clean this foul Angean Stable Man How first found out and when the Mode began Another turns the Talk to Westminster And asks how Matters past last Term at Bar What Judges likely are to rise or fall What Lawyers hang the best and who the best can bawl Warmly a third takes up Religion's Cause Gravely debates the Test and Poenal Laws Another tells a Tale or breaks a Jest Inquires the Hour or what comes uppermost How do your Waters pass O bravely Sir What News from London how does things stand there I hear Sir Iohn is likely to be Mayor Are the Particulars yet come by Post What Prisoners t'ane how many Men were lost On the Turks side and what the Victory cost What are the Pole and Moscovite asleep Id'ly to let such fair occasions slip How do the India Actions rise what Ships On the Plate-Expedition go with Phipps Follow'd by all the forward Youth of Greece Thus Iason brought in triumph home the Golden Fleece But what before was meer Romance and Lye Shall henceforth pass for current History This and Tobacco pass the time away Others there are that rather fancy Play But me from Play my better Stars preserve The fatal Box devouring as the Grave Into Charibdis mouth as soon I 'd flie As venture my Estate upon a Die Having by this time fed the Eye and Ear Next for the Belly is our greatest care There 's nothing at our Lodgings to be got Here we must cater both for Spit and Pot. Close by the Wells upon a spacious Plain Where rows of Trees make a delightful Lane A noble Market's daily kept well stor'd With all the Countries round about afford Fresh Fish a Neighbouring River does supply Soals Oysters and the like are brought from Rye Of Flesh and Fowl no where more plenty's found In Veal Lamb Pork and Beef we much abound And Tunbridge Mutton fam'd above the rest Of Fowl we have good store and of the best As well-cram'd Chickens Pidgeons Ducks Geese With Teal and Patridge nicer Tasts to please The Swan and Peacock you may add to these On which tho' we but small esteem do place The latter did an Emperors Table grace In short then not to swell the Bill of Fare St. Peter's Sheet and Noah's Ark are here Whatever kinds the British World does see Of Beasts Fish Fowl that go or swim or flie Fruits Spice and Indian Pepper too we boast That here we hardly fancy Bantam lost Sugar from Maevis and Barbadoes brought By wondrous Art to such perfection wrought Italy sends us Oyl Virginia Smoak A better sort I rys himself ne'er took And after all to crown the Work the Rhine France Florence the Canaries find us Wine London that noble Mart can't furnish more London for choice compar'd with us is poor Were that Imperial Glutton now at hand Who a years Tax wou'd at one Supper spend Who made each Land and every distant Sea Club to maintain his raving Luxury On easier terms he here supply'd might be This for the Belly and for other Ware Of every sort we challenge Sturbridge-Fair Having now drunk our Mornings Dose and Cheer Provided homewards we directly steer After a Whiff of the fam'd Indian Weed By way of Whet to Dinner we proceed Tho' betwixt Friends we seldom need a Whet Or any Arts to raise the Appetite 'T is the Fresh Earth that makes the Plow-man feed Water in us does the same sharpness breed Now with a Friend a Jest and cheering Glass Of blest Bourdeaux how glibly Victuals pass The Camp once victuall'd then the Sport begins Whether your fancy leads to Bowls or Pins Here 's choice of Bowling-places to be seen But Rusthall is by much the finest Green All curious Carpet-ground You know the play One with the Jack a small Bowl leads the way By throwing of a Dice who first must go And who and who 's together strait we know Come pray Sir bowl away this Ground 's your Guide That Cast is narrow this as much too wide Not home for want of strength your Cast you spoil Oh rub a thousand now you 're gone a Mile Here 's three to make us up one more we lack Thank ye for that dear Sir you kiss the Jack The finest Archer's Bow or Fowler 's Piece As soon may fail as a good Bowler miss Are you for Cards here you may find enough Dispos'd for Cribbige Gleek or Lantre-lieu A Game at Cards a perfect Fight you 'd swear Maintain'd with all the Stratagems of War Here 's Ambuscading Routing Rallying Men And every thing but Wounds and Dying seen After a long Dispute with restless pains One side besure a bloodless Victory gains But if my Counsel in the case might sway Beware how you become a Slave to Play Some sit whole Nights together at the Sport For which their Families and Lands must smart Not that I blame any that undertake It more for Pleasure than for Lucre-sake But playing deep and squandring so much time Is that in Carding I account a Crime If this don't please we have another Game Call'd Chess at which the Gentry pass their time Into the checquer'd Field two Kings descend On each a Queen and Bishops two attend On either side two Knights their Post maintain Two Rooks and Pawns twice four compleat the Train The Signal given both the Armies joyn To take the Adverse King the chief Design For this both sides in furious Charges meet Proud of a Death before their Soveraigns feet That is a Law peculiar to the Play The King must first be took before you win the Day Are you dispos'd to read a Poet then Our old Acquaintance Horace is the Man He 'll please which way soe'er your Humour lean Does it to Mirth and Gallantry incline His charming Odes are full of Love and Wine