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A Collection of the newest and most ingenious poems, songs, catches &c. against popery relating to the times.
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Arms and the Man they sing no French fineness But hearty Blows and Brandenburg Address Hence Vigor and our Figure come agen VVe rise and walk all true erected men The force of those Circaean Caps subdu'd And the wild Charms our new Armida brew'd The witchcraft he our true Rinaldo broke And grubs 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 drank as deep Agog for some odd transubstantiate thing Chimera reign and Metaphysick King Sublim'd to School Divinity extreams Their Brains would crow with Patriarchal Dreams So high from solid honest wisdom blown 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 carried to the last Resort 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 tripple Geryons 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 Godlike 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 generous labour neighboring 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 Harpyes sharp for prey With Birds obscene and uncouth to the day No Den no Ditch no rousting for 'em more Now now is come our Hercules ashore Vile Fraud dispell'd and superstitious Mists He from our Temple drives all knavish 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 Honor fright With naughty Tale of Fifty in a night Howe'er no more let Xaviex mar thy Pen No Miracle to Forty thousand Men. When Law and bald Divinity begins Why then the marvel that a Poet sins DIALOGUE M. WHY am I daily thus perplext Why beyond Womans patience vext Your spurious Issue grow and thrive While mine are dead ere well alive If they survive a nine days wonder Suspicious Tongues aloud do thunder And streight accuse my Chastity For your damn'd Insufficiency You meet my Love with no desire My Altar damps your feeble fire Though I have infinite more Charms Than all you e'er took to your Arms. The Priest at th' Altar bows to me When I appear he bends the knee His Eyes are on my Beauties fixt His Pray'rs to Heav'n and Me are mixt Consusedly he tells his Beads Is out both when he prays and reads I travel'd farther for your Love Than Sheba's Queen I 'll fairly prove She from the South 't is said did rome And I as far from East did come But here the diff'rence does arise Though equally we sought the Prize What that great Queen desir'd she gain'd But I soon found your Treasury drain'd Your Veins corrupted in your Youth 'T is said Experience tells this Truth Though I had caution long before Of that which I too late deplore J. Pray Madam let me silence break As I have you now hear me speak These stories sure must please you well You 're apt so often them to tell But if you 'll smooth your brow a while And turn that Pout into a Smile I doubt not but to make 't appear That you the great'st Agressor are I took you with an empty Purse Which was to me no trivial Curse No dowry could your Parents give They'd but a Competence to live When you appear'd your charming Eyes As you relate did me surprize With Wonder not with Admiration Astonishment but no Temptation Nor did I see in all your frame Ought could create an amorous flame Or raise the least Desire in me Save only for Variety I paid such service as was due Worthy my self and worthy you Caress'd you far above the rate Both of your Birth and your Estate When soon I found your haughty mind Was unto Sov'reignty inclin'd And first you practis'd over me The heavy Yoke of Tyranny While I your Property was made And you not I was still obey'd Nor durst I call my Soul my own You manag'd me as if I 'd none I took such measures as you gave All day your Fool all night your Slave Nor was Ambition bounded here You still resolv'd your course to steer All that oppose you you remove 'T was much you 'd own the Powers above Now several Stratagems you try And I 'm in all forc'd to comply To Mother Church you take recourse She tells you ' tmust be done by force And you impatient of delay Contrive and execute the way When mounted to the place you sought It no Contentment with it brought One Tree within your Prospect stood Fairest and tallest of the Wood Which to your Prospect gave offence And it must be remov'd from thence In this you also are obey'd While all the Fault on me is laid Now you was quiet for a while As flattering Weather seems to smile 'Till buzzing Beetles of the Night Had found fresh matter for your spite And set to work your busie 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 brings Disgrace While whatsoe'er you do I own And still the dirt on me is thrown Strait 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 joyn To pull down Test and Penal Laws The Bulwark of the Hereticks Cause The sly Dissenters laugh the while They see where lurks the Serpents guile And rather than with us comply VVill on our Enemies rely The Chieftains of the Protestant Cause VVe did confine though ' gainst the Laws But soon was glad to
a mighty summ do they amount Thy solemn Protestations Oaths and Lies Devices Shams Evasions Perjuries My Paper to a Volume would exceed Of greater bulk than Hollingshead and Speed. For thou art now so scandalously known And so remarkable in Vice alone That every one can find a stone to throw At such a snarling pimping Cur as thou But wretch if still thou art not past all Grace And wholsome counsel can with thee find place If thou at last sincerely wouldst attone And expiate thy former mischiefs done Like dying Judas render back thy pelf Recant thy Books and then go hang thy self A New Protestant Letany FRom the Race of Ignatius and all their Collegues From all the long Counsels of Bougres and Teagues And from Papacy Rampant and all her Intrigues Libera Nos c. From Cobweb-Lawn-Charters from sham-freedom banters Our Liberty-keepers and new Gospel-planters In the trusty kind hands of our great Quo Warrantors Libera Nos c. From High-Court Commissions to Rome to Re-join us From a Rhadamanth Chancellor the Western Judg Minos Made Head of our Church by new Jure Divino's Libera Nos c. From our great Test Records cut out into Thrums From Wast paper Laws us'd with Pasties and Plums Magna Cnarta Magna Farta made Fodder for Bums Libera Nos c. From a new-sound Stone-Doublet to th' old Sleeve of Laun And all to make Room for the Pope Lander-Spawn To see a Babe born through Bed-Curtains Close Drawn Libera Nos c. From resolving o're Night where to lye-in to Morrow And from cunning Back-door to let Midwife thorow Eight Months Full-grown Man Child Born without Pang or Sorrow Libera Nos c. From a Godfather Pope to the Heir of a Throne From Three Christian Names to one Sir-name unknown With a Tyler Milch-Nurse now the Mother's Milk's gone Libera Nos c. From Gun-Powder-Bonfires all turned out of play Not a poor Window Candle dare to give a stoln Ray But all kept reserv'd for Great Simnels Birth Day Libera Nos c. From Dad Petre Pilots at th' Helm to befriend us With all Hands that Pope Turk or Devil can lend us And all from a Second Queen-Bess to defend us Libera Nos c. From Nuntio's from Rome to consult how to drub The Protestant Hydra by our Hercules Club And a Warming-Pan-Plot worse than Celiers Meal-Tub Libera Nos c. From old Hundred of Thousand Pound Fines under-rated Russels Head for his Common-House-Votes Elevated And Essex's Razour at Rome Consecrated Libera Nos c. From Sampson-Cord Oaths snapt a sunder with Ease From No faith in Man Colemans Mouth with a squeeze Stopt to tell no more Tales of Father Le Chese Libera Nos c. From old Dunkirk sold for a Song and a Dance The Protestant long design'd Cause to Advance By Most Christian Reformers the Dragoons of France Libera Nos c. From supporting our Church Alamode Magdalano From Mahomet Monsieur our new Lord Soldano And the English Pipes tun'd to French Fistula in ano Libera Nos c. From Tyrconnels Bogtrotters at th' old Trade of Throat-Cutting From new Conqu'ring Ireland for th' English o'd footing And from Sacrament Oaths of North-Heresie Rooting Libera Nos c. From Judges with Epsom and Dudleys Infection From Knaves in Fools Coats by Infallible Direction Raising Heretick Armies for the Roman Protection Libera Nos c. From threescore thousand Crowns under Planet malignant Given Loretto's great Lady that famous Heav'n-Regnant To purchase no more than a poor Cushien Pregnant Libera Nos c. The Laureat Jack Squabb's History in a 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 Ours and Scoff of Future Times Still tacking round with every turn of State Reverse to Shaftsbury thy cursed Fate Is always at a change to come too late To keep his plots from Coxcombs was his Care His Villany 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 purblind Fooll 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 Deed from Pole to Pole Where Winds can carry and where Waves can rowl Nay had our Charles by Heavens severe Decree been found and Murther'd in the Royal Tree Even thou hadst prais'd the Fact his Father Slain Thou call'st 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 Schandal 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 Whoever chang'd more in one Moon than thou Ev'n 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 wha even 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 Intrest than thy Nature so Under his Liv'ning 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 made'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 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