'e be merry drink Sack and Sherry And we will sing Boys God blesse the King Boys Cast up our Caps and cry Vive le Roy. What though the wise make Alderman Isaack Put us into Prison and steal our Estates Though we are forced to be un-horsed And walk on foot as it pleaseth the Fates In the Kings Army no man will harm ye Then come along Boyes valiant and strong Boys Fight for your Goods which the Roundheads enjoyes And when you venter London to enter And when you come Boys with Phife and Drum Boyes Isaack himself shall cry Vive le Roy. If not then chuse him 't will not excuse him Since honest Parliaments never made them Theeves Charles ne're did furder Theeves dipt in Murder Never by Pardon long Lease or Reprieves For such Conditions and Propositions Will not be granted then be not daunted We will our honest old Customes enjoy Pauls now rejected shall be respected And in the Quire Voyces sing hire Thanks to Jehovah then Vive le Roy. On two Parliaments dissolved TWo Parliaments dissolv'd then let my heart As they in Faction it in fraction part And like the Levite sad with rage ascribe My piece-meal Portion to each broken Tribe And say that Bethlehem Judahs love hath been Wrong'd by the Fag-end crue of Benjamin O Let such High presumption be accurst When the last Tribe shall wrong the best and first While like the Levite our best Charles may say The Ravenous Wolf hath seiz'd the Lions prey Thus oft Inferiour Subjects are not shye A love to mock at Sacred Majesty What Faculty should not be injured If that the Feet had Power to spurn the Head And Kings Prerogative may soon fall down When Subjects make a Footstool of a Crown The Starrs the Heavens Inferiour Courtiers might Command the Darknesse but not rule the Light Nor him that made it should they all combine With Luna at the fuâ—l our Sun should shine Brighter than they nor can he be subdu'd Though he but one and they a Multitude Say Subjects ye were Starrs and 't were allow'd You justly of the Number might be proud Yet to your Sun be humble and know this Your Light is borrowed not your own but His. When the unfettered Subjects of the Seas The Fountains felt their feet and ease No sooner summon'd but they nimbly went To meet the Ocean at a Parliament Did then these petty Fountains say their King The Ocean was no Ocean but a Spring Let me alone if fresh excess of store Can make me poorer than I was before And shall we then the power of Kings dispute And count it lesse when more is added to 't No let the Common body iâ— it can Be not a River but an Ocean And swell into a Deluge till it hide The top of Mountains in its teeming pride Kings like Noahs Ark are nearer to the Skies The more the Billows underneath them rise You then who if your hearts were first in love Might sit in Counsell with the Gods Above You that do question your Kings Power Below If you come there will you use Heavens King so Do not aspire you must take up you rest More safe Below than in the Eagles nest Hath Clemency offended will you harm And pluck the Sun from Heaven that makes you warm No King nor Bishops please what have we got An Outside English and an Inside Scot If Faction thus our Countries Peace distracts You may have want of Parliaments not Acts. Ill-ended Sessions and yet well begun Too much being spoke hath made too little done So Faction thrives Puritanism bears sway None must do any thing but only Say Stoop stoop you baren-headed Hills confess You might be fruitfuller if ye were lesse Tremble ye thred-bare Commons are you vext That Lambs feed on ye Lions will come next Collonel Vennes Encouragement to his Souldiers A SONG Fight on brave Souldiers for the Cause Fear not the Cavaliers Their threatnings are as sencelesse as Our jealousies and fears 'T is you must perfect this great Work And all Malignants slay You must bring back the King again The clean contrary way 'T is for Religion that you fight And for the Kingdoms good By robbing Churches plundering them And shedding Guiltlesse blood Down with the Orthodoxal train All Loyal Subjects slay When these are gone we shall be blest The clean contrary way When Charles we have made Banckrupt Of Power and Crown bereft him And all his Loyal Subjects slain And none but Rebells left him When we have beggar'd all the Land And sent our Trunks away Wee 'le make him then a Glorious Prince The clean contrary way 'T is to preserve his Majesty That we against him fight Nor ever are we beaten back Because our Cause is right If any make a scruple at Our Declarations say Who fight for us fight for the King The clean contrary way At Keinton Brainsford Plymouth York And divers Places more What Victories we Saints obtain The like nere seen before How often we Prince Rupert kill'd And bravely wonne the day The wicked Cavaliers did run The clean contrary way The true Religion we maintain The Kingdoms Peace and Plenty The Priviledge of Parliament Not known to One of twenty The antient Fundamental Laws And teach men to obey Their lawfull Soveraign and all these The clean contrary way Wee Subjects Liberties preserve By Imprisonment and Plunder And do enrich our selves and State By keeping th' Wicked under Wee must preserve Mechanicks now To Lectorize and pray By them the Gospel is advanc't The clean contrary way And though the King be much misled By that Malignant Crew Hee 'le find us honest at the last Give all of us our due For we do wisely plot and plot Rebellion to allay He sees wee stand for Peace and Truth The clean contrary way The Publique-Faith shall save our Souls And our good Works together And Ships shall save our Lives that stay Only for Winde and Weather But when our Faith and Workes fall down And all our Hopes decay Our Acts will bear us up to Heaven The clean contrary way A Second Western Wonder YOu heard of that wonder of the Lightening and Thunder Which made the lye so much the louder Now liâ—t to another that Miracles Brother Which was done with a Firkin of Powder Oh what a damp struck through the Camp But as for Honest Sir Ralph It blew him to the Vies without beard or eyes But at least three heads and a half When out came the book which the New-monger took From the preaching Ladies Letter Where in the first place stood the Conquerors face VVhich made it shew so much the better But now without lying you may paint him flying At Bristoll they say you may finde Great William the Con so fast he did run That he left half his name behind And now came the Post saves all that was lost But alas we are past deceiving By a trick so stale or else such a tayl Might mount for
Common whore That hath been long a fading There 's no man will buy Ye may leave to swear and lie As ye use to do in your trading There 's something Behind That lies in the winde And brings you thus to nothing What doth then remain O the Parliament must raign And you 'll have A King and no King But though their power can From a VVoman turn a Man If they please so to declare him Yet let them take heed The King is King indeed And the Souldiers cannot spare him Is 't nothing ye think 24. in a Link Kings that make his succession Besides for our Good Three Princes of the Brood And three Kingdoms in Possession And all his Vertues too Should be something to you If they could ought amend you But ' cause Hee 's Chaste and Just You 'd have Cruelty and Lust Another King Harry God send you But if you mean to thrive And keep your trades alive And bring to your City treasure Give the King his full Rate As well as to the State And let Him have London measure The Players Petition to the Parliament HEroick Sirs you glorious nine or ten That can depose the King and the Kings men Who by your Sublime Rhetorick agree That prisons are the Subjects libertie And though we sent in silver at great rates You plunder to secure us our Estates Your serious subtilty is grown so grave We dare not tell you how much power you have At least you dare not hear us how you frown If we but say King Pym wears Charles his Crown Such a word's Treason and you dare not hear it Treason to speak it and yet not to wear it O wise mysterious Synod what shall we Do for such men as you e're forty three Be half expir'd and an unlucky season Shall set a period to Triennial Treason When the fields pitcht and some for all their skill Shall fight a Bloody Battel on Tower-Hill Where Master Pym your wise judicious Schollar Ascends his Throne and takes his Crown in Coller When Canterbury coming forth shall wonder You have so long secur'd him from the Thunder Of King-hunting Prentices and the Mayor Shall jussel zealous Isaack from his Chair Fore-seeing Brookes thou drewst a happy lot 'T was a wise Bolt although 't was quickly shot But whilst you live our loude Petition craves That we the true Subjects and the true Slaves May in our Comick mirth and Tragick rage Set up the Theatre and shew the Stage The shop of truth and fancy and we Vow Not to Act any thing you disallow We will not dare at your strange Votes to Jeaâ— Not personate King Pym with his State-flear Aspiring Cataline shall be forgot Bloody Seâ—anus or who e're would Plot Confusion to a State the Warrs betwixt The Parliament and just Henry the sixt Shall have no thought or mention cause their power Not only plac'd but left him in the Tower Noâ— yet the Grave advice of learned Pym Make a Malignant and then Plunder him All these and such like actions as may maâ— Your soaring Plots and shew you what you are We will omit lest that your mention shake 'um Why should the men be wiser then you make ' um Methinks there should not such a difference be 'Twixt our profession and your quality You meet plot talk consult with minds immense The like with us but only we speak sense Inferiour unto you we can tell how To depose Kings there we are more then you Although not more then what you would theâ— we Likewise in our vast Privilege agree Only yours are the longer and controules Not only Lives and fortunes but mens Souls For you declare by Aenigmatick sense A Privilege over mens Conscience As if the Trinity would not consent To save a Soul without the Parliament Wee make the People laugh at some vain shew And as they laugh at us they doe at you But then i' th Contrary we disagree For you can make them cry faster then wee Your Tragedies more really are exprest You murder men in Earnest wee in Jest. There we come short But if you follow 't thus Some wise men fear you will come short of us Now humbly as we did begin Wee pray Dear School-masters you 'd give us leave to play Quickly before the King come for we wou'd Be glad to say y 'ave done a little good Since you have sate your Play is almost done As well as ours would it had ne'er begun For we shall see e're the last Act be spent Enter the King Exeunt the Parliament And hey then up go we who by the frown Of guilty Consciences have been kept down So may you still remain and sit and Vote And through your own beam see your brothers mote Until a legal trial do shew how You us'd the King and hey then up goe you So pray your humble Slaves with all their powers That they may have their due and you have yours A Madrigall on Justice alluding to the PARLIAMENT JUstice is here made up of Might With two left hands but ne're a right And men that are well-sighted find This Justice sits with both eyes blind Yet though the Matron cannot see She holds that edg'd Sword Cruelty Which that it may not rust she whets In cutting off the Islands Teats Who long since did Anathemize Englands too too much seeing eyes Because they have been found to be Guilty of Wit and Piety All this and more they rudely vent By Privilege of Parliament All former Laws fall head-long down And are themselves now lawless grown Equity hath been lately try'd And Right it self been rectin'd The rules that shew a Christian how To live must all be ruled now The Lesson here to learn is brought And Ethicks better manners taught Religion and the Churches wealth Of late deprived of their health Were brought to th' House that they might be Cured of their Integrity We found a seam for this great rent By Privilege of Parliament Most men do now the Buttocks lick Of their great body Politick For not the head but breech is it By which the Kingdom now doth sit The world is chang'd and we have Choyces Not by most Reasons but most Voyces The Lion's trod on by the Mouse The lower is the upper House As once from Chaos order came So do their orders Chaos frame And smoothly work the Lands delusion By a Methodical Confusion These are the things that lately went By Privilege of Parliament They would not have the kingdom fall By an Ignoble Funeral But piously prefer the Nation To a renowned Decollation The feet and lower parts 't is sed Would trample on and off the head What ere they say this is the thing They love the Charles but hate the King To make an even Grove one stroke Should lift the Shrubb unto the Oake Anew-found musick they would make A Gamut but no Ela take This is the pious good intent Of Privilege of Parliament In all humilitie they crave Their
safe Yet while the sence of Tumults deepest grow And presse in us no doubts in you arise There still dwelt calm and quiet in your Brow As our Distractions were your Exercise And taught us all assaults all Ilâ—s to beare Is not to fly from Danger but from Fear That Courage waits you still some merely rode From Tumults and the Peoples frantick Rage Counting their safety by their far abode And so grew safer still at the next Stage But 't is not space that shelters you the rest Secure themselves by Miles you by your Breast And now my Lord since you have London left Where Merchants wives dine cheap as cheap sup Where Fools themselves have of their Plate bereft And sigh and drink in the course Pewter cup. Where 's not a Silver Spoon left not that giv'n than When the first Cockney was made Christian. No not a Bodkin Pincase all they send Or carry all what ever they can happe on Ev'n to the pretty Pick Tooth whose each end Oft purg'd the Relicks of continual Capon Nothing must stay behind nothing must tarry No not the Ring by which dear Joan took Harry But now no City-Villain though he were Free of a Trade and Treason dares intrude No sawcy Prentises assault you there Engag'd by their Indentures to be rude Whom for the two first years their Masters use Onely to cry down Bishops and cleanse Shooes There as in silent Orbes you may ride on And as in Charles his Wain move without jarres Your Coach will seem your Constellation Not drawn about by Horses but by Stars Till seated near the Northern Pole wee thence Judge your seat Sphear you its Intelligence An Elegie on the Most Reverend Father in God William Lord Archbishop of CANTERBURY Attached the 18. of December 1640. Beheaded the 10. of January 1644. Most Reverend Martyr THou since thy thick Afflictions first begun Mak'st Dioclesian's dayes all Calme and Sun And when thy Tragick Annals are compil'd Old Persecution shall be Pity styl'd The Stake and Faggot shall be Temp'rate names And Mercy wear the Character of Flames Men knew not then Thrift in the Martyrs breath Nor weav'd their Lives into a four years Death Few antient Tyrants do our Stories Taxe That flew first by Delayes then by the Axe But these Tiberius like alone do cry 'T is to be Reconcil'd to let Thee dy Observe we then a while into what Maze Compasse and Circle they contrive Delayes What Turnes and wilde Perplexities they chuse Ere they can forge their Slander and Accuse The Sun hath now brought his warm Chariot back And rode his Progress round the Zodiack When yet no Crime appears when none can tell Where thy Guilt sleeps nor when 't will break the shell Why is His Shame defer'd what 's in 't that brings Your Justice back spoyles Vengeance of her Wings Hath Mercy seiz'd you will you rage no more Are Windes grown tame have Seas forgot to roar No a wilde fiercenesse hath your minds possest Which time and sins must cherish and digest You durst not now let His clear Blood be spilt You were not yet grown up to such a guilt You try if Age if Seaventy years can Kill Then y'have your Ends and you are harmlesse still But when this fail'd you do your Paths enlarge But would not yet whole Innocence discharge You 'll not be Devil All you fain would prove Good at a Distance within some Remove Virtue hath sweets which are good Mens due gaine Which Vice could not Deserve yet would Retaine This was the Cause why once it was your Care That Storms and Tempests in your Sin might share You did engage the Waves and strongly stood To make the Water guilty of his Blood Boats are dispatcht in haste and 't is his doome Not to his Charge but to his Shipwrack come Fond men your cruel Project cannot doe Tempests and storms must learn to kill from you When this comes short he must Walkâ— Pilgrimage No Coach nor Mule that may sustein his Age Must trace the City now a Desert rude And combate salvage Beasts the Multitude But when his Guardian Innocence can fling Awe round about and save him by that King When the Just cause can fright the Beasts away And make the Tyger tremble at her prey When nether Waves dare seize him nor the Rout The storm with Reason nor the storm without Lost in their streights when Plots have vanquisht bin And Sin perplext hath no Relief but Sin Agents and Instruments now on you fall You must be Judges People Waves and All. Yet ' cause the Rout will have 't perform'd by you And long to see done what they dare not Doe You put the Crime to use it swells your Heap Your Sin 's your own nor are you Guilty cheap You Husband All there 's no Appearance lost Nor comes he once to th' Bar but at your cost A constant Rate well Taxt and Levyed right And a Just value set upon each sight At last they find the Dayes by their own Purse Lesse known from him than what they do disburse But when it now strikes high for him t' appear And Chapmen see the Bargain is grown dear They Muster hands and their hot suits enlarge Not to persue the Man but save the Charge Then least you loose their Custome a just fear Selling your Sinnes and others Blood too dear You grant their Suits the Manner and the Time And he must Dye for what no Law calls Crime Th' Afflicted Martyrs when their pains began Their Trajan had or Dioclesian Their Tortures were some Colours and proceed Though from no Guilt yet ' cause they disagreed What league what friendship 's there They could not joyn And fix the Ark and Dagon in one Shrine Faith combats Faith and how agree can they That still go on but still a several way Zeal Martyrs Zeal and Heat ' gainst Heat conspires As Theban Brothers fight though in their Fires Yet as two diff'rent Stars unite their Beams And Rivers mingles Waves and mix their Streams And though they challenge each a several Name Conspire because their moysture is the same So Parties knit though they be diverse known The Men are many but the Christian one Trajan no Trajan was to his own Heard And Tygers are not by the Tygers fear'd What strange excesse then what 's that menstruous Power When Flames do Flames and Streams do Streams devour Where the same Faith ' gainst the same Faith doth knock And Sheep are Wolves to Sheep of the same Flock Where Protestant the Protestant defies Where both Assent yet one for Dissent dyes Let these that doubt this through his Actions Wade Where some must needs Convince All may perswade Was he Apostate who your Champion stood Bath'd in his Inke before as now in Blood He that unwinds the subtle Jesuite That Feels the Serpents Teeth and is not bit Unites the Snake finds each Mysterious knot And turns the Poyson into Antidot Doth Nicety with Nicety undoe
the Straw-hat to the Beaver From the Land-lord to the Dray-man Whether the Clergy or the Layman Hath lâ—st a War-Horse-Armes or Dragoones That were the Treasure of Buffoones Jewells Money Pearle or Plate Cups for Service or for State Come to the Cryer and you then Shall find them he knows where but God knows when The Cavaliers Prayer GOd blesse the King and Queen the Prince also And all his Loyal Subjects both high and low For Roundheads can pray for themselves we know Which no body can deny The Devil take Pym and all his Peers God blesse Prince Rupert and his Cavaliers For if they come hither Pym will stink with fears Which no body can deny God blesse Rupert and Maurice withall That gave the Roundheads a great downfall And knockt their Noddles ' gainst Worcester wall Which no body can deny Lawn sleeves and Surplices must go down For why King Pym doth sway the Crown But all are Bishops that wears a Black Gown Which no body can deny Let the Canons roar and the Bullets flye King Pym doth swear he 'll not come nigh He sayes it s a pittyfull thing to dye Which no body can deny The Horners they are brave Blades I do not know but it is said The stout Earl of Essex is free of that trade Which no body can deny The Baker over Burton cannot domineer For it is most firmly reported here He 's as free of the Pillory as ever they were Which no body can deny There is Isaack Pennington both wise and old I do not know but 't is for truth told That he is turned poor Sexton of Pauls Which no body can deny There is a Lord W both wise and round He will meet Prince Rupert upon any ground And if that his hands behind him be bound Which few people will deny To whom it concerns COme come ye Cock-brain'd Crew that can suppose No truth but that which travells through the Nose That looks on Gods Anointed with those Eyes You view your Prentices ye that can prize A Stable with a Church that can Impeach A Grave Devine and hear an Hostler preach Are ye all mad has your Fanatick zeal Stifl'd your stock of Sences at a Meal Have ye none left to look upon these Times With Grief which you and the unpunisht Crimes Have brought upon this miserable Land Are ye all Bruits not apt to understand The neighbouring stroke of Ruine till 't be past And you become the Sacrifice at last What would you have can Reformation border On Sacriledge or Truth upon Disorder Can Rifleing and Religion dwell together Can the way hence be said the next way thither Go ply your Trades Mechanicks and begin To deal uprightly and Reform within Correct your prick-ear'd Servants and perswade Your long lov'd Arm-fulls if you can thus trade In Pigges and Poultry let them cease to smooth Your Rumpled Follies and forbear to sooth Your pious Treasons thus to kick and fling Against the Lords Anointed and your King By the Author That neither loves for Fashion nor for Fear As far from Roundhead as from Cavalier To the City DRaw near you factious Citizens prepare To hear from me what hideous Fools you are What lumps of sordid Earth in which we find Not any least Resemblance of a Mind Unlesse to Baseness and Rebellion bent Against the King to ayde the Paliament That Parliament whose Insolence will undoe Your Cities Wealth your Lives and Safety too Are you so stupid dull you cannot see How your best Vertues now are Treachery Apparent Treason Murder and the like How with unhallowed hands your strive to strike Him whom you should your Loyalty afford Great Charles the blest Anointed of the Lord How you do daily contribute and pay Mony your Truths and Honours to betray Bigg with Phanatique thoughts and wilde desire 'T is you that blew up the increasing Fire Of foul Rebellion you that only bring Armies into the Field against your King For were 't not for supportment from your Baggs That Great and Highest Court that only braggs Of your vain folly long ere this had bin Punish'd for their bold Sacrilegious sin Of Actual Treason there had never come Upon this Kingdom such a Martyrdom Armes hang'd up as uselesse and the State Retain'd his freedom had you kept your Plate No Keinton-Battails had with Mothers curse Made Childless there the Treason of your Purse The Publick Purse o' th City which must be Esteem'd the Cause of Publick Misery No Drums had frighted silken Peace from out The Neighbouring Countries nor need you about Your City with your guilded Musquets goe Trayning not for good Service but for Shew That the whole Town may see your Feathers spread Over your Hatts as th' Hornes doe o're your Head The Humble Parliament had never dar'd To have prescrib'd Laws to their King but spar'd Their Zeal in bringing Innovations and Distractions o're the beautious face o th Land They would not then have so Supreamly brought Their Votes to bring the Kingdomes Peace to nought Nor with so sleight a value lookt on Him King Charles and only doted on King Pym Nor for Authentick doctrine have allow'd As Law the Precepts of Ingenuous Stroud Hampden nor Martyn had not then lookt bigge Upon their King nor Arthur Haslerigge Nor yet K on whom we now confer The style of Trayterous Earle of M Secur'd by you the Patrons of the Cause Condemn'd his Loyalty and the Kingdoms Laws Nor mis-led Essex had not you been nere had acted on this Kingdoms Theater So many Tragedieâ— nor Warwick sought T' ingrosse the Naval Honours no nor thought On any Action so unjust unmeet As keeping from his Majesty his Fleet T is you have done all this y 'ave been the Head The very Spring from whence this River spread The streams of foul Rebellion which we know At last will drown'd you with its over-flow You the Arch-Traytors are you those that slew The Kingdoms happinesse and th' Allegiance due Unto his Sacred Majesty you you that have Betray'd this Nations Honour to the Grave of lasting Obloquy you that have destroy'd The smiling wealth of th' City and made void The good Opinion which the King before Had of your Loyalties and th' Faith you bore To th' Royal Stem which still has to your great Advantage made this City their Chief Seat Fond and seditious Fools d' ye think yee Are wiser than Times numerous Progeny That have Ador'd your City when did They Your harmlesse Ancestors strive to give away Their Wealth and Duty from their Sovereigne Lord To make themselves Traytors upon Record When did they their Plate and Coine bring in To be the Cause of their own Ruyning They never us'd to fright their King nor draw Tumults together to affront the Law No nor good Houses their Corslets slept and all The Armes they us'd hung up in each mans Hall They did not then enamel'd Musquets carry To Train in Moor-fields and in Finsbury But did in Comely
that has got but an eye or a nose Would never bestride it Then why should he do 't And make the poor Devil his stallionship lose If I might advise him he should not come near it The scent of that house is naught for his Gout And for his Army too he might well fear it 'T is enough to infect both his horse and his foot Nor would I wish him to come to VVhitehall For that hath been an unfortunate place From thence Noll was fetch'd and Dick had his fall And George may take heed that it be not his Case I remember the time when he fought for the King And the Cause was good though he did not prevail O let not the Boyes in the streets now sing He was once for the Head but now for the Tail Then George for England strike up thy Drum And do they devoir this Rump to destroy That Noble King Charles the second may come And our Streets may eccho with Vive le Roy. â—nd if He should come by thy Valour and Might In that brave exploit thou 'lt have more to brag on Than e're had Saint George that valiant Knight Who rescued the Maid by killing the Dragon Then lay by the thought of a Parliament free But first bring the King in if you be wise For without Kings Lords there 's none can be 'T will be but a Rump of a bigger sise You know how to do it and needs not much schooling All that you need to say is let it be done Then why should you stand delaying and fooling You fought for the Father why not for the Son If you do not do 't much honour you 'l lose Which He and We mean you for this We do know That in spight of the Rump and all other his Foes He will be brought in whether you will or no. The History of the Second Death of the RUMP To the Tune of The Parliament sate as sung as a Cat. 1. COme buy my fine Ditty Of News from the Citty As it was told in Devonshire The Pimp that whips weekly Your Breech Politickly Sells not so much truth in a quire 2. Tom Kings-man near undone With long stay in London Last week to the Country did gallop Where he took Cavaliers With his News by the ears As they did the Pot to drink all up 3. Quoth he I once went To th' late Parliament Whose Members when I had seen 'em Made me think of a Rat That was caught by a Cat And eat up the tail that is venom 4. But yet to the stump Of that Poysonous Rump Th' Old Mouth did soder in season And when that was done Like a Lay-elder Gun It stunk at both ends of High Treason 5. The Monster did come Of mere Mouth and Bum Most cunningly thus compacted That if question'd it were For mischief done there It might swear 't was by no body acted 6. O' the nature and name Of each Member that came Should I give a full relation Youl 'd guesse by the stink That I rak't in the sink And common-shore of the whole Nation 7. Religions you might Find all there but the right For through the same Sieve they ran Which Noll us'd before To sift the House o're Till nothing was left but the Bran. 8. But of those they had Divisions being made By Fortune's hand which is uncertain Some Members got many Some few some not any As Nevill complained and Martin 9. Indeed from Usurpers They freed us and our Purse And praise of thanks had been their hire For taking us thean Out o' th' Frying-pan Had they not cast us into the fire 19. For Cromwell they voted A Tyrant though rotted ' Cause when they first footed their Game Hee 'd not let them carry To prey on the Qâ—arry But gorg'd himself on the same 11. And King Olivers Sons Like Prince-playing Whore-Sons That on too high parts had ventur'd They strip't with a hiss Of their State-properties And exeunt two Fools as they enter'd 12. What else they do By our Purses we knew As well as that scribling Knave Nedham Some good Laws they un-did And some bad they founded And shortned our Chain for our Freedom 13. To quell this fierce Monster A Knight did anon-stir Who wanted Arms yet from a Waggon O' th' Popes hee 'd take none But from Prester-John And so St. George fell by the Dragon 14. Then Lambert's Wife chid him And like Cromwell bid him Confound it and mount the Throne Royal Your Weapons are long Quoth she and as strong My self of 'em both have made tryal 15. He finds the Anabaptist For his purpose aptist And treads the steps of Knipper Dolin He fasts and he prayes I' th' new canting phrase As if Heaven were taken with drolling 16 Some Packs he inveagles O' th' blood-coated Beagles To 's party the Rump-men did so to And victualled so well The adjacent fort Hell As if they no other would go to 17. Little John thus did draw ' Gainst th' Out-law Good King to try who should have thy Deer And thus for both poysons A quarrel did rise once Betwixt the foul Toad and the Spider 18. Bold Lambert advanced He picquier'd and pranced And 's Party with speeches did urge on But though he and Morley Did snarle and look surly They cheated the Devil and the Chirurgion 19. For soon the Red-coat who 'l not fight but vote When Lamberts side stronger was found By at least two foot And a Trooper to boot Did let the Rump fall to the ground 20. And with General Lent hall The House they o're wâ—natall Religion and Laws they n'ere stood on But sought still to hold Ill got Land and Gold Which first made the Old Cause a Good One. 21. So fell the aged sway Of five Months and a Day We yet see no Heir apparent But from Scabberd pregnant Expect Posthume regnant If Midwife Monck kindly take care on 't 22. The Sword-men address to 's Pleas and Manifesto's Which shew 'em less honest than crafty Whilst a Tyrannous crew Our dangers renew That 's call'd a Committee of Safety 23. But Fleetwood and Whitlock The Laws cunning Pick-lock With Salloway and Vane two prime Praters Loved Treason so well That again to 't they fell And betray'd ev'n their own Fellow-traytors 24. In 's villany Bradshaw Of constancy made shew For scorning Repentance as fickle His life he soon ended And to hell descended This of my Faith is an Article 25. Yet Politicus The Devil's Succubus To teem for his Commendation Advizes us all To mourn and we shall Whilst that Hell-hound yelps in our Nation 26. And now Lambert's Cohorts And Monks which makes wo hearts Do seem to contest but anon We ship-wrack't shall be When they can agree From what coast the storm shall fall on 27. Whilst Buff and Red-coats Are sanctified notes Of Christ's and his Gospel's Protectors But 'mong themselves solely Do they pass for holy As Bessus and 's Sword-men for Hectors 28. They that
Beggars use To maim themselves thereby to abuse The simple mans compassion Have I so often past between Windsor and VVestminster unseen And did my self divide To keep his Excellence in awe And give the Parliament the Law For they knew none beside Did I for these take pains to teach Our zealous Ignorants to preach And did their Lungs inspire Read them their Text shew'd them their Parts And taught them all their little Arts To fling abroad the Fire Sometimes to begg sometimes to threaten And say the Cavaliers are beaten And stroke the Peoples ears Then streight when Victory grows cheap And will no more advance the heap To raise the price of Fears And now the Book and now the Bells And now the Act the Preachers tells To edifie the People All our Divinity is News And we have made of equal use The Pulpit and the Steeple And shall we kindle all this Flame Onely to put it out again And must we now give o're And only end where we begun In vain this Mischief we have done If we can do no more If men in Peace can have their right Where 's the Necessity to fight That breaks both Law the Oath They 'le say they fight not for the Cause Nor to defend the King and Laws But as against them both Either the Cause at first was ill Or being good it was so still And thence they will infer That either now or at the first They were deceiv'd or which is worse That we our selves may erre But Plague and Famine will come in For they and we are near of kin And cannot go asunder But while the wicked starve indeed The Saints have ready at their need Gods Providence and Plunder Princes we are if we prevail And Gallant Villains if we fail When to our fame 't is told It will not be our last of prayse Sin' a New State we could not raise To have destroy'd the old Then let us stay and fight and vote Till London is not worth a Groat Oh 't is a patient Beast When we have gall'd and tyr'd the Mule And can no longer have the rule We 'le have the Spoyle at least A Song To the Tune of The Queens old Souldier TO make Charles a great King and give him no Power To Honour him much and not obey him an Hower To provide for his Safety and take away his Tower And to prove all is sweet be it never so sower The new Order of the Land the Lands new Order To secure men their Lives Liberties and Estates By arbitrary Power as it pleaseth the Fates To take away Taxes by imposing great Rates And to make us a Playster by breaking our Pates The new Order of the Land the Lands new Order To sit and consult for ever and a day To counterfeit Treason by a Parliamentary way To quiet the Land by a tumultuous sway New Plots to devise then them to betray The new Order c. To leave all Votes free by using of Force That one make Petitions for Countieâ— by course To make Pym as great as his Mothers great Horse Which William left Agnus though his meaning was worse The new Order c. To encourage good Souldiers by cashiering the Band To hearten brave Spirits by expelling the Land To quit Digby and Deering whom they can't understand To frame not new Laws but new Words if well scan'd The new Order c. To put by brave Doctors because th' are not taught To set for Preachers men very well wrought Who all the day fish but nothing ere caught This Bretheren were good if not very naught The new Order c. To send them their Zealots to Heaven in a string Who else to Confusion Religion will bring Who say the Lords Prayer is a Popish thing Who pray for themselves but leave out their King The new Order of the Land and the Lands new Order A Song To the Tune of Cuckolds all a-row KNow this my Brethren Heaven is clear And all the clowds are gone The righteous men shall flourish now Good dayes are comming on Come then my Brethren and be glad And eke rejoyce with me Lawn sleeves and Rocâ—ets shall go down And hey then up go we Wee 'l break the Windows which the Whore Of Babylon hath painted And when the Popish Saints are down Then Burges shall be Sainted There 's neither Crosse nor Crucifix shall stand for men to see Romes trash and trumpery shall go down And hey then up go we What ere the Popish hands have built Our Hammers shall undoe Wee 'l break their Pipes and burn their Copes And pull down Churches too Wee 'l exercise within the Groves And teach beneath a Tree Wee 'l make a Pulpit of a Cask And hey then up go we Wee 'l down with all the Versities Where Learning is profest Because they practice and maintain The language of the Beast Wee 'l drive the Doctors out of doors And parts what ere they be Wee 'l cry all Arts and Learning down And hey then up go we Wee 'l down with Deans and Prebends too And I rejoyce to tell ye How that we will eat Pigs our fill And Capon by the belly Wee 'l burn the Fathers Learned Books And make the School-men flee Wee 'l down with all that smells of wit And hey then up go we If once the Antichristian crew Be crush'd and overthrown Wee 'l teach the Nobles how to stoop And keep the Gentry down Good manners have an ill report And turns to pride we see Wee 'l therefore cry good manners down And hey then up go we The name of Lords shall be abhorr'd for every man 's a Brother No reason why in Church and State One man should rule another But when the Change of Government Shall set our fingers free Wee 'l make the wanton Sisters stoop And hey then up go we What though the King and Parliament Do not accord together We have more cause to be content This is our Sun-shine weather For if that reason should take place And they should once agree Who would be in a Round-heads case And hey then up go we What should we do then in this case Let 's put it to a venture If that we hold out seven years space Wee 'l sue out our indenture A time may come to make us rue And time may set us free Except the Gallows claim his due And hey then up go we The Humble Petition of the House of Commons IF Charles thou wilt but be so kind To give us leave to take our mind Of all thy store When we thy Loyal Subjects find Th' ast nothing left to give behind Wee 'l ask no more First for Religion it is meet We make it go upon new feet 'T was lame before One from Geneva would be sweet Let Warwick fetch 't home with his Fleet Wee 'll ask no more Let us a Consultation call Of Honest men but Round-heads all God knows wherefore Allow them but a place
Monster Did strait beget a Rout This Rout begat a Parliament As Charles he well remembers The Parliament got Monsters too The which begot Five Members The Members Five did then beget Most of the House of Peers The Peers mis-understandings got All Jealousies and Fears The Jealousies got Horse and Men Lest Warrs should have abounded And I dare say this Horse got Pym And he begot a Round-head The Round-head got a Citizen That great Tax-bearing Mule The Mule begot a Parliament Asse And he begot a Fool Some say the Fool got Warwick And Rich gave him his whole Land In zeal Lord Rich got God knows who And God knows who got H This H Surplices got down And those Church Rites that were He hath Petitions enough each day No need of the Lords Prayer But it 's no wonder that 's cry'd down And that indeed the rather Cause Pym and he two Bastards are And dare not say Our Father Now since this is the chiefest thing Hath got this great division Which London for to reconcile Hath got this great Munition The City hath now been refin'd From all her Drosse and Pelf They 're now about for to new mold And Coyn the Common-wealth To those who desire no Peace SHould all those various Gales whose titles are layn Enrol'd within the Pilots Register Break from their drowsie Dens where they have Bound up in slumbers and invade the Main They could not raise a storm like that which they Raise in the Common-wealth who would betray Our Peace to Civil War in which the State Must bleed it self to death and have the fate After its stock of life is spent to lye Buried i' th Rubbish of an Anarchy Should Ravens Bats and the shrill Owl conspire To twist their Notes into a General Quire And chuse the Mandrake for the Chaunter they Could not shrill forth such an ill-boding lay Or strains so Jarring as do those whose throats Warble the clamorous and untunefull Notes Of Blood and Death some whirle-wind Sirs has ta'en Its Lodging up in the Fanatick brain Of these bold sons of tumult I dare say They moulded were of some distemper'd Clay Which from its Centre was by Earth-quake torn A Tempest shook the world when they were born Sure from its Sphere the Element of Fire Is dropt and does their bosomes now inspire The flame lockt up in bold Ravillacks urne Is snatcht from thence and in their hearts does burn Night open thy black wombe and let out all Thy dreadfull furies yet these furies shall Not chill my heart with any fear since day Has furies shewn blacker by far then they Let Vaux now sleep untill the day of Doom Open his eyes forgotten in his Tomb Let none revile his dust his Name shall be Extirpated from every History To yield a room for others for 't is fit Their Names in place of his should now be writ Who think that no Religion can be good Unlesse 't be writ in Characters of Blood No marvail if the Rubrick then must be Blotted from out the Sacred Liturgie And those red Letters now no more be known They 'le have no other Rubrick but their own But shall they thus impetuously roule on And meet not any Malediction Yes sure may sleep that milde and gentle balme Which all unkind distempers does becalme Be unto them a torture may their Dreams Be all of Murders Rapes and such like Theams And when they 're spent may Wolves approach and howle To break their slumbers may the Bat and Owle Before their Gates to usher in the dayes Unwellcome light stretch out their direfull layes ' Mongst their disordered humors may there be A deadly Feud and fatal mutiny May sudden flames their houses melt away And Feavers burn their houses too of Clay May all their faculties and sences be Astonisht by some drousie Lethargie That there may be allow'd them only sence Enough to feel the pangs of Conscience Griping their souls that they who thought it sin To have peace without may have no peace within The French Report ME have of late been in England Vere me have seen much sport De raising of de Parliament Have quite pull'd down de Court De King and Queen dey seperate And rule in Ignorance Pray judge ye Gentlemen if dis Be a la mode de France A vise man dere is like a Ship Dat strikes upon de shelves Dey Prison all Behead and Whip All viser den demselves Dey send out men to fetch deyr King Who may come home perchance Oh fye fye fye it is be Gar Not a la mode de France Dey raise deyr Valiant Prentices To guard deyr Cause with Clubs Dey root deyr Bishops out of doors And Presh demselves in Tubs De Cobler and de Tinker too Dey will in time advance Pox take dem all it is Mort Dieu Not a la mode de France Instead of bowing to deyr King Dey vex him with Epistles Dey furnish all deyr Souldiers out With Bodkins Spoons and Whistles Dey bring deyr Gold and Silver in De Brownists to advance But if dey be cheat of it all ' Tiz a la mode de France But if when all deyr wealth is gone Dey turn unto deyr King Dey will make all amends again Den merrily we will sing VIVE LE ROY VIVE LE ROY Vee'le Sing Carouse and Dance De English men have done for t Bon And a la mode de France A Loyal Subjects Oath THis is my Oath for ever to despise With heart and soul and all my Faculties The Kings proud foes and with my life subdue All that to his Sacred Majesty are not true To execute his Precepts with my Blood So far as Conscience dictates it is good To make my body a Bullwark ' gainst his foes And to maintain his red and whitest Rose Venture Life and Living Sword and Muse Still to uphold the Glorious Flower-de-luce To be the same to Prince and Duke of York Or for a cursed Jew that eats no Pork Let me be Cursed and receive the Curse Hangs over Pym and Hotham and a worse I cannot wish he that denyes this Oath Let these and my Curse light upon them both Short and Sweet WIse men suffer good men grieve Knaves devise and Fools believe Help O Lord send ayd unto us Else Knaves and Fools will quite undoe us To the City of London TEll me Cittz what ye lack That the Knaves of the Pack Ye do not see forth comming Love ye Treason so well That ye neither buy nor sell But keep a noise with your Drumming What is 't that you guard With your double watch and ward Your own wares or your wises things If down come the Blades Then down go the Trades They 'll not leave a dead or a live thing What doth your profit say When shall we see the day That money shall be paid in Great Strafford he is dead Ye have cut off his bead And the Bishops all are laid in And yet you grow poor As any
Soveraign to be their Slave Desiring him that he would be Betray'd to them most loyally For it were Meeknesse sure in him To be a Vice-Roy unto Pym And if he would a while lay down His Scepter Majestie and Crown He should be made for time to come The greatest Prince in Christendom Charles at this time not having need Thank'd them as much as if he did This is the happy wish'd event Of Privilege of Parliament Pym that ador'd Publicola Who play'd the base Who got a Lust to sacrifice The HeroeÌ„ to the Peoples Eyes Whose back-from-Hell-fetch'd-knaverie By some is nick-nam'd policie Would be a Lyon with a pox When at the best hee 's but a Fox And just like him that set on fire The hallowed Ephesian Spire Hath purchas'd to be largely known In that he is an Addage grown All this to honest John is lent By Privilege of Parliament The Valiant House was not afeard To pull our Aaron by the Beard To hide dark deeds from Gazers sights Strove to blow out the Churches Lights That squares might run round as their head They long to have the Rochet sped They Vote down Universities Lest men from thence become too wise And their benighted deeds display Whose works of darknesse hate the day Hence they prefer in every Town The Petticoat before the Gown These blessings to the Land are sent By Privilege of Parliament They put forth Orders Declarations Unacted Laws and Protestations Oâ— which all can be said is this The whole is one Parenthesis Because the sence without all doubt Were ne're the lesse were all left out Petitions none must be presented But what are by themselves invented Else they not heal but Cicatrize And from the cure a Scar doth rise Though Holy Cut the fault commit Yet â—ong tail must be paid for it Unto this wound was laid a Tent By Privilege of Parliament They paid the Scottish debt and thus To be more honest they rob'd us They feed the poor with what think ye Why sure with large Calamity And once a month they think it fitting To fast from sin because from sitting They would have winde and storms supprest To drive the Hallcyon from her Nest Charles is a Picture they make bold To use the Scepter he should hold They'd pull down one but give as good A Golden Crown made up of Wood And thus is Justice justly rent By Privilege of Parliament The Call Hoe Yes IF there be any Traytor Viper or Wigeon That will fight against God for the true Religion That to maintain the Parliaments Votes Of all true Subjects will cut the throats That for the King and his Countries good Will consume all the Land with Fire and Blood I say If any such Traytor Viper Mutineer be born Let him repair to the Lord with the double gilt Horn. Englands Woe I Mean to speak of Englands sad fate To help in mean time the King and his Mate That 's ruled by an Antipodian State Which no body can deny But had these seditious times been when We had the life of wise Poet Ben Parsons had never been Parliament men Which no body can deny Had Statesmen read the Bible throughout And not gone by the Bible so round about They would have ruled themselves without doubt Which no body can deny But Puritans now bear all the sway They 'll have no Bishops as most men say But God send them better another day Which no body can deny Zealous P has threatned a great downfall To cut off long locks that is bushy and small But I hope he will not take ears and all Which no body can deny P Burton sayes women that 's lewd and loose Shall wear no stallion locks for a bush They 'll only have private boyes for their use Which no body can deny They 'll not allow what pride it brings Nor favours in hats nor no such things They 'll convert all ribbands to Bible strings Which no body can deny God blesse our King and Parliament And send he may make such K repent That breed our Land such discontent Which no body can deny And blesse our Queen and Prince also And all true Subjects both high and low The Brownings can pray for themselves you know Which no body can deny Upon Ambition Occasioned by the Accusation of the Earl of STRAFFORD in the year 1640. HOw uncertain is the State Of that greatnesse we adore When Ambitiously we sore And have ta'en the glorious height 'T is but Ruine gilded o're To enslave us to our fate Whose false Delight is easier got then kept Content ne'er on its gaudy Pillow slept Then how fondly do we try With such superstitious care To build Fabricks in the Ayr Or seek safety in that sky Where no Stars but Meteors are That portend a ruine nigh And having reacht the object of our ayme We find it but a Pyramid of flame The Argument WHen the unfetter'd Subjects of the Seas The Rivers found their silver feet at ease No sooner summon'd but they swiâ—tly went To meet the Ocean at a Parliament Did not the petty Fountains say their King The Ocean was no Ocean but a Spring As now some do the Power of Kings dispute And think it lesse ' cause more is added to 't Pale Ignorance can the excesse of store Make him seem poorer then he was before The Stars the Heavens inferiour Courtiers may Govern Nights Darknesse but not rule the Day Where the Sun Lords it should they all Combine With Lucia in her brightest dresse to shine Their light 's but faint Nor can he be subdu'd Although but one and they a Multitude Say Subjects are you Stars be it allow'd You justly of your numbers may be proud But to the Sun inferiour for know this Your Light is borrow'd not your Own but His And as all streams into the Ocean run You ought to pay your Contribution Then do not such Ingratitude oppresse To make him low that could have made you lesse The Character of a Roundhead 1641. WHat Creature 's this with his short hairs His little band and huge long ears That this new faith hath founded The Puritans were never such The Sanits themselves had ne'er so much Oh such a knave 's a Rounded What 's he that doth the Bishops hate And count their Calling reprobate Cause by the Pope propounded And saies a zealous Cobler's better Then he that studieth every letter Oh such a knave 's a Roundhead What 's he that doth high Treason say As often as his yea and nay And wish the King confounded And dare maintain that Master Pym Is fitter for the Crown then him Oh such a rogue 's a Roundhead What 's he that if he chance to hear A piece of London's Common-Prayer Doth think his Conscience wounded And goes five miles to preach and pray And lyes with 's Sister by the way Oh such a rogue 's a Roundhead What 's he that met a holy Sister And in an Hay-cock gently kist her Oh! then
Love-verse give me your Prose I wish each Verse to make delay Had turn'd lame Scazon by the way I read a Hell in every line Of your Polluted Fescennine Your Verses stunk to keep 'em sweet You should have put Socks on their Feet And that the Answer which I shall Now write may be Methodicall I 'le briefly make 't is not amiss An Anacephalaeosis And first I look'd for Nestor when Mere Cupid trickl'd from your Pen Who was your Father you make proof By your Colt's tooth though not your hoof She that was great with you you hold Did not lye in but was with fole'd I wonder one so old so grave Should yet such Youth such Lightnesse have Of the Five Members you alone Shall be esteem'd the Privy One Who like the Gnosticks preach your Text Increase and Multiply and next Convincing Doctrines you deduce Put out the Lights and make Use You say I am a Maid exceeding Apt to be taught by you good breeding But where there 's breeding it is said There 's none unlesse a broken Maid Turn Papist Stallion they 'le dispence With Whoredom by an Indulgence Turn Fryer that thou mayst be free At once with a whole Nunnery There 't will be vertue to ride on The Purple Whore of Babylon Thou mayst as soon turn Turk as King And that O that 's the tempting thing That thou mayst glut thy Appetite With a Seraglio of Delight I am no Proserpine that thus I should desire an Incubus But you must vote if Me you 'le win No Fornication to be Sin You say the House takes it not well The King ' gainst Rebells should Rebell And that 's the reason why you stand To be Dictator of the Land Which mov'd me to a mighty toyle Of getting Vardygrease and Oyle ' Cause such Itch-Med'cine is a thing That 's fittest to anoint you King You say youl 'd undertake and do Wonders would I undergo you For my sake you would Cobler play Your Trade should be to underlay For Me you 'd your chiefest blood Pray spend it on the Sisterhood You wish to dye in those great Fights Of Venus where each Wound delights And should I once to Heaven take wing Youl 'd follow me though in a string Thank you good Sir it is our Will You your last Promise doe fulfill There 's nothing spoke that pleaseth us Like your In funes Cedulus Next come those idle Twittle-twats Which calls me many God-knows-whats As hallowed beautifull and faire Supple and kind and Debonaire You talk of Women that did wooe When I am mad I 'le do so too Then that my Father may not spye The coupling of you and I He shall be guiltlesly detected As a true Subject ill-affected And so the Protestant shall lye In Goal for fear of Popery From hence it is that every Town Almost is now a Prison grown Where Loyalty lies fetter'd then You do commit more sins then men But those your words I have thought best Should punisht be by being prest And that this Body Politick May then be well which now lyes sick May the Greek Î that fatal Tree This Spring bear all such fruit as thee The Penitent Traytor The Humble Petition of a Devonshire Gentleman who was Condemned for TREASON and Executed for the same An. 1641. To the Tune of Fortune my Foe c. ATtend good Christian People to my story A sadder yet was never brought before ye Let each man learn here like a good Disciple To shun foul Treason and the tree that 's Triple Long time I liv'd in the Country next to Cornwall And there my Children were both breed and born all Great was my Credit as my debts did speak And now I 'le shew you why my neck must break There being a Parliament called in September I was for th' Commons an Elected Member And though there were besides above four hundred Yet I at last was for the fifth part numbred For first I joyn'd with some whom Piety Made Knaves lest such their Fathers prov'd should be Their Ignorance to sin enjoyned many Voyces Which made bad Speeches but Excellent Noyses Thus by my faction the whole House was sway'd All sorts of people flockt to me for Ayd They brought me Gold and Plate in Huggar Muggar Besides eight hundred pounds worth in Loaf-sugar What e're the Grievance was I did advise They should Petitions bring in Humble wise Which I did frame my self thus did rook them They paid me when I gave and when I took them By this I gained and by the Money-Pole Which paid my debts 10000 pounds i' th whole My Childrens Portions too with much content I paid in State by Acts of Parliament Thus though I make all Jesuits fly the Nation My self did practise much Equivocation For oft I Vow'd the Common-wealth as honey Was sweet to me but I by wealth meant money And lest my Plots should after be unmasked And how I got such Wealth chance to be asked I cast about how I might gain such power As might from Justice safely me secure Then first I labour'd to divest the Crown Of all Prerogatives and bring them down First to both Houses and then but one should have them Five Members next and last my self would have them Because I knew the State would not admit Such Change unlesse the Church did Usher it I left the old Religion for advantage Endeavouring to set up one that did want age Which when all Learned Levites did withstand Regarding Gods Word more then my command I such supprest and made for which I woe am The basest people Priests like Jeroboam Then each profession sent out Teachers moe Then both the Universities could doe To handle a Text the Good-wifes fingers itches And vows she 'll preach with her Husband for the Breeches By this new Godly lives but few did gain The rest for want of Trading they complain I told them 't was a wicked Counsellors plot And till his head went off their wares would not This Great mans guilt was Loyalty and Wisdom Which made me cast about to work his Doom The Sword of Justice was too short to do 't 2000. Clubs must therefore jerk it out He being knockt down some others for the like Crime Were sent to Prison some escapt in time Thus Law and Equity in awe was kept here And Clubs were taught how to controul the Scepter We took from th' Upper-house Votes five times five And they aym'd all the Kings Voyce Negative Which to effect we did an Order make That what he would not give our selves would take Then we petition'd that the Forts and Towers And all the strength o' th Kingdom might be ours And thus to save the King from Soveraign dangers As if he had better Fall by Us than Strangers Whilst he denyes they Legally are stay'd on By a â—aw call'd Resolv'd upon the Question But still his Chief strength was above our Arts His righteous Cause and loyal Subjects hearts Being Arm'd with these by
Archery excell Like honest grave Children of Adam Bell And Climme o th' Clough now each of you will be More than a furious Wiâ—liam Cloudeslee And trace the Streets with terror as if Ven With Fulk and Mannwaring were the only Men Whom you did owe Allegiance to as if They Could give you priviledge to disobey The Royal Mandate which does them proclaim Guilty of Treason and you of the same As deeply stand Impeacht and will at last Pay dearly for 't when your vain hopes are past All succours which you credit for your Merit Will be afforded you by the help o th' Spirit That is the Devil sure the Heavenly Powers Will never Patronize such Acts as yours Poor baffl'd City baffled by a Crue Of Men which are as arrant Fools as you Surely your Brains can never be so dull As not conceive this which each empty Skull Must needs resent how that their only Ayme Is to create your City all one Flame And as the Smoak and Sparks do up aspire They 'le sit and laugh like Nero at the Fire Themselves have made unlesse your Heads be all Horns and no Flesh you needs must see the Fall That threatens you like Lightning To eschew Which Ruine 't would be Wisedome to renue Your lost Allegiance and Repentance bring As a fresh Victim to appease your King For be assur'd Who to the King 's untrue Must in their Nature needs be false to you The MONSTER PEace Vipers peace let Crying blood nere cease To haunt your bloody Souls that love not Peace And curst be that Religion that shall cry A Reformation with Phlebotomye Your Impious Firebrands whom the very Tears Of Growning England buried in their Fears Cannot extinguish whom the bleeding Veins Of desperate Ireland which even now remains A very Golgotha cannot asswage Those Stripes the earnest of Another Age Taste of your salvage Piety and ly The Lamb-less Martyrs of your Cruelty Whilst you lye softly emb'red to encrease The flames of Christendome and cry no Peace Let Sampsons coupled Messengers convey Those Firebrands hence and let them make their way To their own Houses consume and devaste Burn down their Barnes and lay their Graynards waste Demolish all within doors and without Make havock there destroy both Branch and Root Let all their Servants flee amaz'd and cry Fire Fire and let no helping hand be nigh Let their Wivâ—s live but only live t' appear Thornes in their Sides and Thunder in their Ears May all their Sons run mad into the Street And seeking Refuge there there may they meet Th' encountering Sword and whom it spares to kill May they be Slaves and labour at the Mill Let all their Daughters beg and beg in vain Let them be ravisht first and then be slain Let all their Kindred wander up and down Like Vagabond be lasht from Town to Town Let basenesse be Entituled on their Names Too firm for all recoveries O let Shames Reproach and Lasting Infamy remain In deeper Characters than that of Cain Let Caitiff P and that Bloody Plot Be Sanctified now or at least forgot And let those Vipers vindicate their Crimes In every Almanack to after times Where may there Treason live among their sences More firm then Reigns of either Kings or Princes Thus may these Firebands thrive and if this Curse Succeed not let it yield unto a worse For them let them burn still till Heaven thinks good To Quench them in their Generations Blood So that the World may hear them hisse and cry Who lov'd not Peace in Peace shall never dye The Earl of Essex his Speech to the Parliament after Keinton Battle HAil to my Brother Round-heads you that sit At home and study Treason 'bove my Wit Or Valour to maintain it 's you whose hearts And brains are stufft with all Devillish darts Of Rapine and Rebellion you whose dark Religious Villanies hates the least spark Of Justice or Obedience to the King To you and none but you true News I bring With all my Fellow Rebells that survive ' Mongst whom in faith my self scapt scarce alive For when the Cavaliers and Popish Schollers Charg'd us so hot my Coach full of Rex-dollers I could have given to have been ten miles off And though the Zealots of our Party scoff And taunt the King's well-wishers take 't from me Happy were all the Round-heads that did flee They scapt a scowering which through very fear Took me and all my Regiment in th' Rear At the first Charge for that when we should fight We sneakt away and had more mind to For had I dard to venture my dear life I should have rought once for the Whore my Wife Yet I dare swear that we had won the day Had not so many fallen and run away And yet for all this Blood that hath been spilt My Sword is guiltlesse for fast by the hilt I held it in my Scabbard and still cry'd Well done Fight on unto the Fools that dy'd Whilst I stole towards Warwick to avoyd The Field with the sad Spectacle quite cloyd I lost my Coach and which doth make me fret I lost â—lake's Letter in my Cabinet That reveal'd all our Treason he good man Suffer'd at Oxford and unlesse I can Repent 't is said that I must dye like him Be Hang'd and Quarter'd and you Mr. Pym We must be cautious for the Cavaliers Have desperate souls concerning those base fears That brought mee back again besides the King Has a Just Cause you know and though we bring The silly Multitude into the Noose Our own hearts tell us we are like to loose Our heads if Charles prevail which we must do If he proceeds thus to kill ten for two You must provide new Armour and more Armes And a new Generall that dares hear Alarms Of Drums and Trumpets one that may have sence And valour to excell my Excellence The Peevâ—sh Women as I pass'd the Strand Blesse me knee deep and would have kiss'd my hand As King whilst I most curteously vayl'd My Hat and Feather to them others rayl'd And them as wisht or knew I had the worst For one that pray'd for me dovoutly curst The truest News of all I hope to tell ye Is that I have more mind to fill my belly Then fight again for that same Dutchland Devil Rupert the Prince of mischief and all evil My Victuals took away and burst my Waggons Whilst the Kings Forces fought with fiery Dragoons And beat me out o' th' Field although we blind The Multitude and say w' had sea and wind Yet I protest the Elements themselves Conspir'd to ruine us Rebellious Elves And to conclude some Jeering Cavalier Has put upon us in a Song this Jeer Rather than they should have the better a That you and I were drawn and hang'd c. A Dialogue between two ZEALOTS upon the c. in the Oath SIr Roger from a zealous piece of Freeze Rais'd to a Vicar of the Children threes Whose yearly Audit may by strict
ELEGIE On the Death of Sir Bâ—vile Grenvile TO build upon the merit of thy Death And raise thy Fame from thy expiring Breath Were to sâ—eal Glories from thy Life and tell The World that Grenvil only did dye well But all thy Dayes were fair the same Sun rose The Lustre of thy Dawning and thy Close Thus to her Urn th' Arabian wonder flyes She lives in Perfumes and in Perfumes dyes E're stormes and tumults Names undreaded here Could in their Bloome and Inâ—ancy appeare He in the stock and treasure of his mind Had heaps of Courage and just heat combin'd Where like the thrifty Ant he kept in store Enough for Spring but for a Winter more In Peace he did direct his thoughts on Warrs And learn't in silence how to combat Jarres And though the Times look't smooth and would allow No track of Frown or Wrincle in their Brow Yet his quick sight perceiv'd the Age would low'r And while the Day was faire fore-saw the Show'r At this the prudent Augur did provide Where to endure the storme not where to hide And sought to shun the Danger now drawn nigh Not by Concealment but by Victory As valiant Seamen if the Vessel knock Rather sayle o're it than avoid the Rock And thus Resolv'd he saw on either hand The Causes and their bold Abettors stand The Kingdoms Law is the pretence of each Which these by Law preserve these by its breach The Subjects Liberty each side maintains These say it consists in freedom these in Chaines These love the decent Church but these not pass To dresse our Matron by the Geneva Glass These still enshrine their God but these adore Him most at some Araâ—nah's Threshing-floor Each part defends their King a several way By true Subjection these by Treasons they But our Spectatour soon unmask't the sin And saw all Serpent through that specious skin And midst their best Pretext did still despair In any dresse to see their Moor look fair And though the Number weigh'd i th' popular scale As light things float still with the tyde and gale He with the solid mixt and did conclude Justice makes Parties great not Multitude And with this constant Principle possest He did alone expose his single Breast Against an Armies force and bleeding lay The great Restorer o' th' Declining Day Thus slain thy Valiant Ancestor did lye When his one Bark a Navy durst defie When now encompass'd rounds he Victor stood And bath'd his Pinnace in his conquering Blood Till all his Purple current dry'd and spent He fell and left the Waves his Monument Where shall next famous Grenvills Ashes stand Thy Grandsire fills the Seas and Thou the Land To my Lord Bishop of S. on New-years day THough with the course and motion of the year Not only Starres and Sun Move where they first begun But Things and Actions do Keep the same Circle too Return'd to the same point in the same Sphear Griefs and their Causes still are where they stood 'T is the same Cloud and Night Shuts up our Joyes and Light Warres as remote from Peace And Bondage from Release As when the Sun his last years Circuite rode Though Sword and Slaughter are not Parted hence But we like years and times Meet in unequal chimes Now a Cloud and then a Sun Vndoe and are undone Let loose and stopt by th' Orbes intelligence Though Combates have so thick and frequent stood That we at length may raise A Calendar of dayes And style them foul or fair By their success not Aire And sign our Festivals by Rebels blood Though the sad years are cloath'd in such a dress That times to times give place And seasons shift their grace Not by our Cold or Heat But Conquest or Defeat And Losse makes Winter Summer happiness Nay though a greater Ruine yet await Such as the Active curse Sent to make worst times worse Deaths keen and secret dart The shame of Hearbs and Art Which proves at once our Wonder and our Fate Though these conspire to fully our request And labour to destroy And kill your New-years joy Yet still your wonted Art Will keep our wish in heart Proportion'd not toth ' times but to your breast Thus in the Storm you Calme and Silence find Nor Sword nor Sickness can approach your mind A SATYR Occasioned by the Author's Survey of a Scandalous Pamphlet intituled The Kings Cabinet opened WHen Lawes and Princes are despis'd and cheap When High patcht Mischiefs all are in the heap Returns must still be had Guilt must strive more Though not to ' Enoble yet to Enlarge her store Poor cheap Design the Rebell now must flie To Packet Warre to Paper-Treacherie The Basiliskes are turn'd to Closet-Spies And to their Poys'nous adde Enquiring eyes As Snakes and Serpents should they cast their sting Still the same Hate though not same Poyson fling And their Vain teeth to the same point addresse With the like Rancor though unlike Successe So those that into undiscerning veines Have thrown their Venom-deep and their dark stains By frail Advantages still find it good To keep th' Infection high i th' Peoples Blood For Active Treason must be doing still Lest she unlearn her Art of doing ill Who now have waded through all Publick aw Will break through Secrets and prophane their Law Know you that would their Act and Statute see Nature kept Court and made it her Decree When Angells talke all their Conceipts are brought From Minde to Minde and they discourse by Thought A Close Idea moves and Silence flies To post the Message and dispatch Replies And though Ten Legions in the Round are bent They only hear to whom the Talk was meant Now though in Men a different Law controules And Soules are not Embassadours to Soules Nature gave Reason power to find a way Which none but these could venture to betray Two close safe Pathes she did bequeath to men In Presence Whisper and at Distance Penne. Publick Decrees and Thoughts were else the same Nor went it to Converse but to Proclaim Conceipts were else but Records but by this care Our Thoughts no Commons but Inclosures are What bold Intruders then are who assail To cut their Prince's Hedge and break his Pale That so Vmanly gaze and dare be seen Ev'n then when He converses with his Queen Yet as who breaks the tall Bank's rising Side And all the Shore doth levy with the Tyde Doth not confine the Waves to any Bound But the whole Streame may gain upon the Ground So these streight Prospect scorn and Private View The Crime is small that doth engage a Few These print their Shame they must compleat their Sinne Not take some Waves and shut the Sluce agen But to the Raging of their Sea they do Let in the Madnesse of the People too But ' cause their Crime must wear a Mask and Vail And fain the Serpent would conceal his Tail No sooner comes the Libell to our view But see a stay'd demure grave
Preface too Which seems to shew they would not thus intrude Nor presse so far but for the Publick good But as some London Beggers use to stand In Grecians Coats with Papers in their hand Who are as them indifferent Parts we meet English at Home but solemn Greeks i th' street Of whom uncloath'd and when the truth is heard Constantinople only knows the Beard So this sly Masker lay its Tinsell by Is only Painted Zeal and Pageantry We need not let our Satyr here compute How it prophanes God in his Attribute But for itâ—s Light it need no Bâ—shell call A Sempstresse Thimble will Eclypse it all O! in what meeknesse it pretends to creep How well the Tyger personates the Sheep It not Returns ill Language to the King Though the next Lines the Psalms against Him bring Then it to th' Business comes and lets us know Who reads it either is its Friend or Foe If Friend the Scandals all must true appear If Foe alack the man is ne're the near Foe no Light moves no Miracles like these Hee 'le say they 're not the Kings too if he please And tell us pray what may'nt your last words stand You counterfeit his Seal why not his Hand But to admit We now deduce and bring What after-notes clearly imply o th' King First They His Comfort from His Secrets wrest They doe allow the King but not the Breast The Sacred Knot must have a Tye and Force To joyne their Hands but yet their Thoughts Divorce And as the Ivye weddes her Consort-Tree Though joyn'd and close their chast Embraces be Yet in those Twinnes and Circuits we can find No Traffique no Commerce of mind with mind So must the Sacred Laws of Marriage pierce Here she may Sprout and Grow but not Converse And like a Plant remov'd by Grafters toyle She finds not Nuptials but a change of Soyle England to th' Queen transplanted thus must prove No Forraigne Kingdomâ— but a Forraigne Grove But least this groundlesse seem they reasons vex And tell the World Shee 's of the Weaker Sex In what wilde Braines this Madnesse first began They 're wondrous angry ' cause the Queen 's no Man Fond Sirs forbear do not the world perplex Reason and Judgement are not things of Sex Souls and their Faculties were never heard To be confin'd to th' Doublet and the Beard Consult one Age from this and you shall find A Queen the Glory of your Annals shin'd But who to farre and distant Objects flies Must say the Sun wants Lustre or he Eyes Our Present injur'd Queen returns that store And doth again what could be done before By the King's Judgement shews Her own is Right And still she meets His Ray with her own Light Thus the wise King to Shebah's Queen was known Who knew Him wise by Wisedom of her own But as all Publick Knowledge barr'd must be So Houshold-Acts must have their Mysterie No Circumstance can passe no Servant made But must be wrapt in silence and close shade One Place in Court a Riddle must afford Worthy a secret Sybiâ—s dark Record As the Kings Acts must all their limits prove So their Restraint and Reins must check his Love Esteems of 's Consort by their pitch must fly Nor must He rate his Dear Queens Health too high He must affect thus far and then no more His Tydes must be proportion'd to their shore His Tenderness their Weights and Ballancâ— weare By Graines and Scruples they Confine His Care But Savage know there can no ransome be Poys'd with the Health of such a Queen as She. She that at once such weighty Acts can do That can be Queen and yet negotiate too Send and be sent and without more demurre Be both the Queen and her Embassadour That gives dispatch for Ships and when she please Divides the Empire with the Queen o' th Seas Who dares the threats of any danger stand The stubborn Rock or the Devouring Sand. And though the Sea swell like Her fate and Grave Look at Her Consort and despise the Wave The Captive Queen did thus the Tyrant tell I am no Captive so my King be well By these her worth and rate is faintly known Past stories blush when she erects Her own Search old gray Annals you may find at length Some Queen in Vigour and her mid-day strength Who in her injured Consorts cause referres To Copies glancing at these Acts of Hers. But if Infirm and Sickly Queens we scanne No story patterns her None ever can Shew us a Queen fraught with such wide Affairs Here private Weaknesse there a Kingdom 's cares Perplext and tortur'd from her rest and ease By a Rebellion here there a Disease Advice and Medcines at one time we view A Counsel-board Board of Physicians too Yet her Capacious Soul both these defeats While this hand holds Instructions that Receipts These are our fam'd Queens Crimes but yet one more Must be the main Ingredient of the store Which seems to presse so deep there 's nought so bright But this may sully all its lustre quite 'T is her Religions Care She tryes Her Pow'rs To keep that still do not we so for Ours Why to one Face so diff'rent shapes have bin What Virtue is in Vs in Her is Sin Our diff'rent Faiths did long together grow And neither suffer'd neither losse did know And like a stream which 'twixt two fields doth flow Which as it Moistens so Divides them too So did the Kingdoms Law throw Dew and growth In Weight and just proportion unto both And like a parting Current slide along To keep them wide that neither neither Wrong Our Faiths were then but Two but since a sp'rit So many Mushrome Sects rais'd in a Night The Protestant as she could Parties gain Who unconcern'd were in the Dregs and staine Did recommend her Votaries and bring Her Faith to its Defender our Just King Who with such Zeal hath kept her Rites entire As well from Languishing as from strange Fire That still the Censer savours its true scent Without Accession yet no Perfume spent The happy Martyrs find their Faith had stood In Him as when they bath'd it in their blood They joy to see that He his God adores Not at High-places nor at Threshing-floores But spight of Scandals pays his Homage still In the Just Beauty of the Sion-Hill The Other Sects though as in Common-fields Which Swine and Horses Mules and Oxen yields Who though at Distance fed Approaching clash And disproportion'd shapes together dash So they though one Rebellion them sustain Themselves Accuse and are Accus'd again Could they comply then possibly might dwell Some faint Agreement though no Peace in Hell Now these nice tasts no Forraign aids indure Their Rebell Scots are English Rebells sure No nor the Papists much it with them sticks Lest these Mens Punniards should be Hereticks Their souls would be prophan'd and clean undun Should they be slain by an Idolatrous Gun Go lay your Vizar by your Masking
stuff The Devil is tyr'd and Hell hath laugh'd enough The world descryes the Cheat 't is quickly known They no Faith hate who have Resolv'd on None These may not fight that is the King you 'd have Tamely forsake his Crown and be your Slave His Easier Subjects long agoe you gat All who approv'd your Baite and swallow'd that Indeed Discerning souls the snare forsook And through the Wave did still descry the Hook But yet so close designs were cast about Your Race was half runne e're the King set out Yet you complain and guilty fears do gnaw Lest you should scanted be for Space and Law Conscious though you your cause did forward meet Its Guilt and Sin hangs Plummets at its feet Are not the Jews Walloones the Turks and all meet Whom from as Diff'rent Gods as Lands you call An Army strong to keep the cause in heart But that the King must with His Subjects part Can no Accession so much safety send But you will Dread Him still before you end Sometimes at Ebbes his God doth let Him stand That so the Rescue may declare His hand But what you hope may make the King's side pause Is what he writes about the Penall Laws Poor shallow souls I deem it one from hence To forfeit Loyalty and forfeit Sence Shall such as wast their Blood be quite debarr'd And kept without the Pale from all Reward Shall fame report shall after Ages tell So just a King regards not who do dwell But you pretend this was a State-Decree Nor without Pow'r which made may cancel'd be The King nev'r sayes it shall but cannot doubt That when his God hath brought his work about And shifted Jarres and Tumults into Ease And set him ' midst his Counsell in High peace Their joynt united suffrage will think fit To give this Act or something Great as it But see His Pardon then to Ireland came Wild Rebells offers he not you the same He holds still out the same fresh chearfull Ray You shut your Windows and exclude the Day Embrace the shine or else expect the stroak The Flint the Sun ne're melts at last is broke But now the Flood-gates opâ— and a free â—luce â—ets in all sencelesse Doctrines and wild use And by Comparing what 's said long agoe Finds Disproportion in the King's Acts now His past Resolves it up to Present brings His Vowes to Vowes and Things to combate Things A Different face throughout and a fresh Scene Succeed and all his Acts seem shifted clean Weak men who are depriv'd by Guilt or chance Of all the lights of Common Circumstance That have unlearn't that Actions shift their Face And daâ—e their worth from Persons Time and Place And sundry such from whose Neglâ—cts appear Acts as Sinnes there which are Try'd Virtues here For instance then oâ—t as the King reflects His Oath 's enjoyn His People he protects Which Oathes extent and Circuit we may view Spread ore th' Five Execrable Members too Yet far as 't them concerns that Chain is broke That Oath left Him because they leâ—t His Yoake Now of this Pitch and Size do still appear All Aiery Scruples which are started there The King Declared He thought you meant no ill Say would you have the King Declare so still Allow but Different Circumstance and we Find all your Scandalls will his Glories be Now as the worst things have some things of stead And some Tâ—ades treasure Jewells in their Head So doth this Libels womb Girt and contain What though it compasse Round it cannâ—t stain Lines of so cleare yet â—o Majestick straine A most Transparent yet a close-wove Veine Which when we reach its Sense we may descry We see more by its Light then our own Eye So Phoebus when the Cloud and Night is done Lends us his Light to know he is the Sunne Yet this expressive clearnesse is but barke An Out-side Sunne which guards us from the dark Here the Bright Language shuts in Brighter sense Rich Diamonds sleep within a Crystall Fence Gemmes of that rate to Tully they 'd appear Fit purchase for his Critick Senates Ear And their whole Shine in a full Lustre tends To God His Conscience Consort and his Friends THE CLOSE No winding Characters no secret Maze Could so perplex but they have found their wayes They thred the Labyrinth and what to do Whe'r tends the Guide what purchase in this Clew Rash Alexander forc't King Gordius Knot And so in hand found he a Rope had got A New Diurnal of Passages more Exactly drawn up then heretofore Printed and Published 't is order'd to be By Henry Elsing the Clerk of the P. 1 June 1643. Since many Diurnals for which we are griev'd Are come from both Houses and are not believ'd The better to help them for running and flying We have put them in Verse to Authorize their lying For it has been debated and found to be true That lying's a Parliament Priviledge too And that they may the sooner our Conquests rehearse We are minded to put them in Galloping Verse But so many Maim'd Souldiers from Reading there came That in spight of the Surgeons make our Verses go lame We have ever us'd Fictions and now it is known Our Poverty has made us Poetical grown Munday On Munday both Houses fell into debate And were likely to fall by the ears as they sate Yet would they not have the businesse decided That they as the Kingdom is might be divided They had an intention to Prayers to go But Ex tempore Prayers are now Common too To Voting they fall and the key of the work Was the raising of Money for the State and the Kirk 'T is only Free-loan yet this Order they make That what Men would not lend they should Plunder and take Upon this the word Plunder came into their minds And all of them did labour a new one to find They call'd it distraining yet thought it no shame To persist in the Act which they blusht for to name They Voted all Persons from Oxford that came Should be apprehended and after the same With an Humble Petition the King they request He 'd be pleas'd to return and be serv'd like the rest A Message from Oxford conducing to Peace Came next to their hands that Armes might cease They Voted and Voted and still they did vary Till at last the whole sence of the House was contrary To reason they knew by their Armes they might gain What neither true reason nor Law can maintain Cessation was Voted a dangerous Plot Because the King would have it both Houses would not But when they resolv'd it abroad must be blowne To baffle the World that the King would have none And carefully muzled the mouth of the Press Least the truth should peep through their jugling dress For they knew a Cessation would work them more harmes Than Essex could do the Cavaliers with his Arms. While they keep the Ships and the Forts in their hand They may be Traytors
by Sea as well as by Land The Forts will preserve them as long as they stay And the Ships carry them and their Plunder away They have therefore good reason to account War the better For the Law will prove to them but a killing Letter Tuesday A Post from his Excellence came blowing his Horn For Money to advance and this spun out the Morn And strait to the City some went for relief The rest made an Ordinance to carry Powder-Beef Thus up go the Roundheads and Essex advances But only to lead his Souldiers new dances To Reading he goes for at Oxford they say His Wife has made him Bull-works to keep him away Prince Rupert for fear that the Name be confounded Will saw off his Horns and make him a Round-head The news was returned with General fame That Reading was taken ere ever he came Then away Rode our Captains and Souldiers did run To shew themselves valiant when the Battail was done Preparing to plunder but as soon as they came They quickly perceived it was but a flam An Ordinance of Parliament Essex brought down But that would not serve him to batter the Town More Mony was rais'd more Men and Ammunition Carts loaded with Turnips and other Provision His Excellence had Chines and Rams-heads for a Present And his Councel of Warre had Woodcock and Pheasant But Ven had 5000. Calves-heads all in Carts To nourish his Men and to chear up their Hearts This made them so valiant that that very day They had taken the Town but for running away 'T was ordered this day that thanksgiving be made To the Roundheads in Sermons for their Beef and their Bread Wednesday Two Members this day at a Conference sate And one gives the other a knock on the Pate This set them a voting and the Upper House swore 'T was a breach of Priviledge he gave him no more The lower the breaking their Members head voted A breach of their Priviledge for it is to be noted That Reason and Priviledge in it did grow 'T was a breach of his Crown and Dignity too Then came in the Women with a long long Petition To settle Militia and damn the Commission For if fighting continue they say they did â—ear That Men would be scarce and Husbands be dear So plainly the Speaker the Businesse unties That presently all the Members did rise They had hardly the leisure all things to lay ope But some felt in their Bellies if they had not a Pope Some strictly stood to them and others did fear Each carried about them a fierce Cavalier This Businesse was handled by the close Committee That privately met at a Place in the City So closely to voting the Members did fall That the humble Sisters were overthrown all But they and their Helpers came short at the last Till at length the whole Work on Prince Griffith was cast And he with his troup did handle the matter He pleased every Woman as soon as he came at her The Businesse had like to have gone on her side Had not Pym perswaded them not to confide For rather than Peace to fill the Common-Wealth He said hee 'd do them every night himself Thursday This Day a great Fart in the House they did hear Which made all the Members make Buttons for fear And One makes nine Speeches while the Businesse was hot And spake through the Nose that he smelt out the Plot. He takes it to task and the Articles drawes As a breach of their own Fundamental-laws Now Letters were read which did fully relate A Victory against Newcastle of late That hundreds were slain and hundreds did run And all this was got ere the Battel begun This they resolv'd to make the best on And next they resolv'd upon the Question That Bonfires and Prayseâ— the Pulpit and Steeple Must all be suborned to couzen the People But the policy was more Mony to get For the Conquest 's dear bought and far enough set Such Victories in Ireland although it be known They strive to make that Land as bad as our Own No sooner the Mony for this was brought hither But a croud of true Letters came flocking together How Hotham and 's Army and others were beaten This made the blew Members to startle and threaten And these by all means must be kept from the City And only referred to the Privy Committee And they presently with an Ex tempore Vote Which they have used so long that they learned by rote They styl'd them Malignant and to Lyes they did turn them Then Corbet in stead of the Hangman must burn them And he after that an Ordinance draws That none should tell truth that disparag'd the Cause Then Pym like a Pegasus trots up and down And takes up an Angel to throw down a Crown He stand like a Creature and makes a long Speech That came from his mouth and part from his breech He moves for more Horse that the Army might be Part Mans flesh and Horse flesh as well as he And heel'l be a Colonel as well as another But durst not ride a Horse ' cause a Horse rid his Mother Friday Sir Hugh Cholmley for being no longer a Traytor Was acâ—us'd of Treason in the highest Nature ' Cause he as they bad him his Souldiers did bring To turn from Rebellion and fight for the King They voted him out but nor they nor their men Could vote him into the House agen Sir Davids Remonstrance next to them was read From the Cities Round-body and Isaac's the Head 'T was approv'd but one Cause produc'd a denyal That all Traytors be brought to a Legal tryal For 't is against Reason to vote or to do Against Traytors when They are no other but so Because about nothing so long they sit still They hold it convenient Diurnalls to fill And therefore they gave their Chronographer charge To stuff it with Orders and Letters at large The King by 's Prerogative nor by the Law Can speak nor print nothing his People to draw Yet Pennyles Pamphletters they do maintain Whose only Religion is Stipendary gain Yet Cum Privilegio against King and the State The Treason that 's taught them like Parrats they prate These Hackneys are licens't what ever they do As if they had Parliament priviledge too Thus then they consult so zealous they are To settle the peace of the Kingdom by War But against Civil-war their hatred is such To prevent it they 'le bring in the Scotch and the Dutch They had rather the Land be destroy'd in a minute Than abide any thing that has Loyalty in it And yet their Rebellion so neatly they trim They fight for the King but they mean for King Pym These all to fight for and maintain are sent The Laws of England but New-England is meant And though such disorders are broke in of late They keep it the Anagram still of a State For still they are plotting such riches to bring To make Charles a rich and
he much retires And shows himself no Scot. A SONG On the Schismatick ROTUNDOS ONce I a curious Eye did fix To observe the tricks Of the Schismaticks of the Times To find out which of them Was the merriest Theme And best would befit my Rimes Arminius I found solid Socinians were not stolid Much Learning for Papists did stickle But ah ah ha ha ha ha Rotundos rot ah ha ha ha ha ha Rotundos rot 'T is you that my spleen doth tickle And first to tell must not be forgot How I once did trot With a great Zealot to a Lecture Where I a Tub did view Hung with apron blew 'T was the Preachers as I conjecture His Use and his Doctrine too Were of no other hue Though he spake in a tone most mickle But ah ha ha ha c. He taught amongst other prety things That the Book of Kings Small benefit brings to the godly Beside he had some grudges At the Book of Judges And talkt of Leviticus odly Wisedome most of all He declares Apocryphal Beat Bell and the Dragon like Michael But ah ah ha ha ha ha c. ' Gainst Humane Learning next he envyes And almost boldly say's 'T is that which destroyes Inspiration Let superstitious sence And wit be banished hence With Popish Predomination Cut Bishops down in hast And Cathedrals as fast As Corn that 's fit for the sickle But ah ah ha ha ha ha Rotundos rot ah ha ha ha ha ha Rotundos rot 'T is you that my spleen doth tickle Cromwell's Panegyrick SShall Presbyterian Bells ring Cromwels praise While we stand still and do no Trophyes raise Unto his lasting name Then may we be Hung like the Bells for our dependencie Well may his Nose that is Dominicall Take pepper in 't to see no Pen at all Stir to applaud his merits who hath lent Such valour to erect a Monument Of lasting praise whose name shall never dye While England has a Church or Monarchy He whom the laurell'd Army home did bring Riding triumphant o're his conquer'd King He is the Generals Cypher now and when Hee 's joyn'd to him he makes that One a Ten. The Kingdoms Saint England no more shall stir To cry St. George but now St Oliver Hee 's the Realm Ensign and who goes to wring His Nose is forc'd to cry God save the King He that can rout an Army with his name And take a City ere he views the same His Souldiers may want bread but n'ere shall fear While hee 's their General the want of Beer No Wonder they wore Bayes his Brewing-fat Helicon-like make Poets Laureat When Brains in those Castalian liquors swim We sing no Heathenish Pean but a Hymne And that by th' Spirit too for who can chuse But sing Hosanna to this King of Jewes Tremble you Scotish Zealots you that han't Freed any Conscience from your Covenant That for those bal'd Appellatives of Cause Religion and the Fundamental Laws Have pull'd the old Episcopacy down And as the Miter so you 'le serve the Crown You that have made the Cap to th' Bonnet vaile And made the Head a Servant to the Taile And you curst spawne of Publicans that sit In every County as a plague to it That with your Yeomen Sequestrating Knaves Have made whole Counties beggerly and Slaves You Synod that have sate so long to know Whether we must believe in God or no You that have torn the Church and sate t' impaire The Ten Commandements the Creed the Prayer And made your honors pull down Heavens glory While you set up that Calfe your Directory We shall no wicked Jews-ear'd Elders want This Army 's built of Churches Militant These are new Tribes of Levi for they be Clergy yet of no Universitie Pull down your Crests for every bird shall gather From your usurping back a stollen feather Your great Lay Levite whose great Margent tires The patient Reader while he blots whole quires Nay reams with Treason and with Nonsence too To justifie what e're you say or do Whose circumcised ears are hardly grown Ripe for another Persecution He must to Scotland for another paire For he will lose these if he tarry here â—urges that Reverend Presbydean of Pauls Must with his Poundage leave his Cure of Souls And into Scotland trot that he may pick Out of that Kirk a nick-nam'd Bishoprick The Protean Hypocrites that will ne're burn Must here or else at Tyburn take a turn And Will. the Conqueror in a Scotish dance Must lead his running Army into France Or he and 's Juncto among those Crews In Holland build a Synagogue of Jewes And spread Rebellion Great Alexander Fears not a Pillory like this Commander And Bedlam John that at his Clerks so raves Using them not like servants but like slaves He that so freely rail'd against his Prince Call'd him dissembling sâ—btile Knave and since Has stil'd the whole Army Bankrupts said that none Of their Estates were equal to his own He that was by a strong Ambition led To set himself upon the Cities head But when he has restor'd his both-side fees Hee 'l be as poor or they as rich as hee 's And that still-gaping Tophet Goldsmiths Hall With all his Furies shall to ruine fall Wee 'l be no more gull'd by that Popish story But shall reach Heav'n without that Purgatory What Honour does he merit what Renown By whom all these Oppression are pull'd down And such a Government is like to be In Church and State as eye did never see Magicians hold hee 'l set up Common-prayer Looking in 's face they find the Rubrick there His Name shall never dye by fire nor floud But in Church-windows stand where Pictures stood And if his Soul lothing that house of clay Shall to another Kingdom march away Under some Barnes floor his bones shall lye Who Churches did and Monuments defie Where the rude Thrasher with much knocking on Shall wake him at the Resurrection And on his Grave since there must be no Stone Shall stand this Epitaph That he has none The Scotch War WHen first the Scottish War began The English man we did trapan with Pellit and Pike The bonny blythe and cunning Scot Had then a Plot which they did not well smell it 's like Although he could neither write nor read Yet our General Lashly cross'd the Tweed With his gay gangh of Blew-caps all And we marcht with our Generall We took New-castle in a trice But we thought it had been Paradice They did look all so bonny and gay Till we took all their Pillage away Then did we streight to plundering fall Of great and small for were all most valiant that day And Jinny in her Satten Gown the best in Town From Heel to Crown was gallant and gay Our silks and sweets made such a smother Next day we knew not one another For Jockie did never so shine And Jinny was never so fine A geud faith a gat a ged Beaver then But it 's beat
's quite undone In a rising Creature we daily see certainly He is a Retreater that fails to go on He that in a Builder's trade Stops e're the Roof be made By the Aire he may be betray'd And overthrown He that hath a Race begun And let 's the Goale be won He had better never run But let 't alone 3. Then plot rightly March fightly Shew your glittering Arms brightly Charge hightly Fight sprightly Fortune gives renown A right riser Will prize her She makes all the World wiser Still try her Wee 'l gain by her A Coffin or a Crown 4. If the Dutchman or the Spaniard Come but to oppose us We will thrust them out of the Main-yard If they do but nose us Hans Hans think upon thy sins And then submit to Spain thy Master For though now you look like Friends Yet he will never trust you after Drink drink give the Dutchman drink And let the tap and kan run faster For faith at the last I think A Brewer will become your Master 5. Let not poor Teg and Shone Vender from der Houses Lest dey be quite undone In der very trowzes And all her Orphans bestow'd under hatches And made in London free der to cry matches St. Patrick wid his Harp do tun'd wid tru string Is not fit to unty St. Hewson's shooes-strings 6. Methinks I hear The Welch draw near And from each lock a louse trops Ap Shon ap LLoyd Will spen'd her ploot For to defend her mouse-traps Mounted on her Kâ—fflebagh With coot store of Koradagh The Pritish war begins With a hook her was over come her Pluck her to her thrust her from her By cot her was preak her shins Let Taffy fret And Welch-hook whet And troop up Pettigrees We only tout Tey will stink us out Wit Leeks and toasted Sheeze 7. But Jockie now and Jinny comes Our Brethren must approve on 't For pret a Cot dey beat der drums Onely to break de Couvenant Dey bore St. Andrew's Crosse Till our Army quite did rout dem â—ut when we put um to de Losse De deal a Crosse about dem The King and Couvenant they crave Their Cause must needs be further'd Although so many Kings they have Most barbarously basely murther'd 8. The French The French-man he will give consent Though he trickle in our veins That willingly We may agree To a marriage with Grapes and Graines He conquers us with kindnesse And doth so far entrench That fair and wise and young and rich Are finified by the French He prettifies us with Feathers and Fans With Petticoats Doublets and Hose And faith they shall Be welcome all If they forbear the nose For love or for fear Let Nations forbear If fortune exhibit a Crown A Coward he Must surely be That will not put it on The Levellers Rant TO the Hall to the hall For justice we call On the King and his pow'rful adherents friends Who still have endeavour'd but we work their ends 'T is we will pull down what e're is above us And make them to fear us that never did love us Wee 'l level the proud and make every degree To our Royalty bow the Knee 'T is no lesse then treason ' Gainst freedom and Reason For our brethren to be higher then we 2. First the thing call'd a King To judgement we bring And the spawn of the court that were prouder then he And next the two Houses united shall be It does to the Romish religion enveagle For the State to be two-headed like the spredeagle Wee 'l purge the superfluous Members away They are too many Kings to sway And as we all teach 'T is our Liberties breach For the Freeborn Saints to obey 3 Not a claw in the Law Shall keep us in aw Wee 'l have no cushon-cuffers to tell us of hell For we are all gifted to do it as well 'T is freedom that we do hold forth to the Nations To enjoy our fellow-creatures as at the creation The Carnal mens wives are for men of the spirit Their wealth is our own by merit For we that have right By the Law called Might Are the Saints that must judge and inherit The Safety SInce it has been lately enacted high Treason For a man to speak truth of the heads of the state Let every wise man make use of his reason See and hear what he can but take heed what he prate For the proverbs do learn us He that stays from the battail sleeps in a whole skin And our words are our own if we can keep 'um in What fools are we then that to prattle begin Of things that do not concern us 2 Let the three kingdoms fall to one of the prime ones My mind is a Kingdom and shall be to me I could make it appear if I had but the time once I 'm as happy with one as he can be with three If I could but enjoy it He that 's mounted on high is a mark for the hate And the envy of every pragmatical pate While he that creeps low lives safe in his state And greatness do scorn to annoy it 3 I am never the better which side gets the battel The Tubs or the Crosses what is it to me They 'l never increase my goods or my cattel But a beggar 's a beggar and so he shall be Unless he turn Traytor Let Mâ—sers take courses to hep up their treasure Whose lust has no limits whose mind has no measurâ— Let me be but quiet and take a little pleasure A little contents my nature 4. My Petition shall be that Canary be cheaper Without Patent or Custom or cursed Excise That the Wits may have leave to drink deeper and deeper And not be undone while their heads they baptise And in liquor do drench 'um If this were but granted who would not desire To dub himself one of Apollo's own Quire We 'll ring out the Bells when our noses are on fire And the quarts shall be the buckets to drench 'um 5. I account him no wit that is gifted at railing And flirting at those that above him do sit While they do out-wit him with whipping and goaling Then his purse and his person both pay for his wit 'T is better to be drinking If sack were reform'd into twelve-pence a quart I 'ld study for money to Marchandize for 't And a friend that is true we together will sport Not a word but we 'l pay them with thinking The Leveller NAy prethee don't fly me But â—it thee down by me I cannot endure A man that 's demure Go hang up your Worships and Sirs Your Congies and Trips With your legs and your lips Your Madams and Lords And such finikin words With the Complements you bring That do spell NO-THING You may keep for the Chains and the Furs For at the beginning was no Peasant or Prince And 't was policy made the distinction since 2. Those Titles of Honours Do remain in the Donours And not in that
thing To which they do cling If his soul be too narrow to wear 'um No delight can I see In that word call'd degree Honest Dick sounds as well As a name of an ell That with Titles doth swell And sounds like a spell To affright mortal ears that hear 'um He that wears a brave soul and dares gallantly do May be his own Herald and Godfather too 3. Why should we then doat on One with a Fools coat on Whose Coffers are cram'd But yet he 'l be damn'd Ere he 'l do a good act or a wise one What Reason has he To be ruler o're me That 's a Lord in his chest But in 's head and his breast Is empty and bare Or but puff'd up with air And can neither assist nor advise one Honour 's but air and proud flesh but dust is 'T is we Commons make Lords and the Clerk makes the Justice 4. But since men must be Of a different degree Because most do aspire To be greater and higher Then the rest of their Fellows and Brothers He that has such a spirit Let him gain it by 's merit Spend his brains wealth or blood For his Countries good And make himself fit By his valour or wit For things above the reach of all others For Honour 's a Prize and who wins it may wear it If not 't is a Badge and a burthen to bear it 5. For my part let me Be but quiet and free I 'le drink Sack and obey And let great ones sway And spend their whole time in thinking I 'le ne're busie my Pate With secrets of State The News books I 'le burn all And with the Diurnall Light Tobacco and admit That they 're so far fit As they serve good company and drinking All the name I desire is an honest Good-Fellow And that man has no worth that won't sometimes be mellow The Royalists Answer I Have reason to fly thee And not sit down by thee For I hate to behold One so sawcy and bold To deride and contemn his Superiours Our Madams and Lords And such mannerly words With the gestures that be Fit for every degree Are things that we and you Both claim as our due From all those that are our Inferiours For from the beginning there were Princes we know 'T was you Levellers hate 'um ' cause you can't be so 2. All Titles of Honours Were at first in the Donours But being granted away With the Grantees stay Where he wear a small soul or a bigger There 's a necessity That there should be degree Where 't is due we 'l afford A Sir John and my Lord Though Dick Tom and Jack Will serve you and your Pack Honest Dick's name enough for a Digger He that has a strong Purse can all things be or do He is valiant and wise and religious too 3. We have cause to adore That man that has store Though a Bore or a sot There 's something to be got Though he be neither honest nor witty Make him high let him rule Hee 'l be playing the fool And transgresse then we 'l squeze Him for fines and for fees And so we shall gain By the wants of his brain 'T is the Fools-cap that maintains the City If honour be air 't is in common and as fit For the fool the clown as for the champion or the wit 4. Then why mayn't we be Of different degree And each man aspire To be greater and higher Then his wiser or honester brother Since Fortune and Nature Their favours do scatter This hath valour that wit T'other wealth nor is 't fit That one should have all For then what would befall Him that 's born nor to one nor to'ther Though honour were a prize at first now 't is a chattle And as merchantable grown as your wares or your cattle 5. Yet in this we agree To live quiet and free To drink sack and submit And not shew our wit By our prating but silence and thinking Let the politick Jewes Read Diurnals and Newes And lard their discourse With a Comment that 's worse That which pleaseth me best Is a Song or a Jest And my obedience I 'le shew by my drinking He that drinks well does sleep well he that sleeps well doth think well He that thinks well does do well he that does well must drink well The Independents resolve COme Drawer and fill us about some Wine Let 's merrily tipple the day 's our own VVee 'l have our delights let the Country go pine Let the King and his Kingdom groan The Crown is our own and so shall continue VVee 'l Monarchy baffle quite VVee 'l drink off the Kingdomes revenue And sacrifice all to delight 'T is Power that brings Us all to be Kings And wee 'l be all crown'd by our might 2. A fig for divinity lectures and law And all that to Loyalty do pretend While we by the sword keep the Kingdom in aw Our Power shall never have end The Church and the State wee 'l turn into liquor And spend a whole Town in a day We 'l melt all their bodkins the quicker Into Sack and drink them away We 'l keep the demeans And turn Bishops and Deans And over the Presbyters sway 3. The nimble St. Patrick is sunk in his boggs And his Country men sadly cry O hone O hone St. Andrew and 's Kirk-men are lost in the foggs Now we are the Saints alone Then on our Superiours and Equalls we trample And Jockie our stirrup shall hold The City 's our Mule for example That we may in plenty be roul'd Each delicate dish Shall but Eccho our wish And our drink shall be cordial gold The Lamentation MOurn London mourn Bathe thy polluted soul in tears Return return Thou hast more cause of grief then th'hadst for fears For the whole Kingdom now begins To feel thy sorrow as they saw thy sins And now do no Compassion show Unto thy misery and woe But slight thy sufferings as thou didst theirs 2. Pride towring Pride And boyling lust those fatal twins Sit side by side And are become Plantations of sins Hence thy Rebellions first did flow Both to the King above and him below And sordid sloth The Nurse of both Have rais'd thy crimes to such a growth That sorrow must conclude as sin begins 3. Fire raging fire Shall burn thy stately towers down Yet not expire Tygres and Wolves or men more savage grown Thy Childrens brains and thine shall dash And in your blood their guilty tallons wash Thy Daughters must Allay their lust Mischiefs will be on mischief thrust Till thy Cap tumble as thou mad'st the Crown 4. Cry London cry Now now petition for redresse Where canst thou fly Thy emptyed Chests augment thy heavinesse The Gentry and the Commons loath Th' adored Houses slight thee worse than both The King poor Saint Would help but can't To heav'n alone unfold thy want Thence came thy Plagues thence onely Pity flow'th The Reformation TEll not me
She should ha 't for a Token when as he came home 8. Then since that this is the Parliament coyn Now Lilly by thy mysterious charms Or Heralds pray tell us if these ha' not been Carmen or Fidlers before by their Arms. The Rebellion NOw thanks to the Powers below We have even done our do The Myter is down and so is the Crown And with them the Corronet too All is now the Peoples and then What is theirs is ours we know There is no such thing as a Bishop or K Or Peer but in name or show Come Clowns and come Boys come Hoberdehoys Come Females of each degree Stretch out your throats bring in your Votes And make good the Anarchy Then thus it shall be sayes Alse Nay thus it shall be sayes Amie Nay thus it shall go sayes Taffie trow Nay thus it shall go sayes Jemmy Oh but the truth good People all the truth is is such a thing For it will undo both Church and State too And pull out the throat of our King No nor the Spirit nor the new Light Can make the Point so clear But we must bring out the defil'd Coat What thing the truth is and where Speak Abraham speak Hester Speak Judith speak Kâ—ster Speak tag and rag short coat and long Truth is the spell that made us rebell And murder and plunder ding dong Sure I have the truth sayes Numphs Nay I have the truth sayes Clem Nay I have the truth sayes reverend Ruth Nay I have the truth sayes Nem. Well let the truth be whose it will There is something else in ours Yet this devotion in our Religions May chance to abate our Powers Then let 's agree on some new way It skills not much how true Take P and his club or Smec and his tub Or any Sect old or new The Devil is in the pack if choyce you can lack We are fourscore Religions strong Then take your choice the Major voice Shall carry 't right or wrong Then let 's have King Charles sayes George Nay wee 'l have his Son sayes Hugh Nay then let 's have none sayes gabbering Jone Nay wee 'l be all Kings sayes Prue Nay but neighbours and friends one word more There 's something else behind And wise though you be you do not well see In which door fits the winde And for Religion to speak truth And in both Houses sence The matter is all one if any or none If it were not for the pretence Now here doth lurk the key of the work And how to dispose of the Crown Dexteriously and as it may be For your behalf and our own Then wee 'l be of this sayes Meg Nay wee 'l be of this sayes Tib Come we 'll be of all sayes pittifull Paul Nay wee 'l be of none sayes Gib Oh we shall have if we go on In Plunder Excise and Blood But few folks and poor to domineer o're And that will not be good Then let 's agree on some new way Some new and happy course The Country is grown sad the City is Horn mad And both the Houses are worse The Synod hath writ the General hath shit And both to like purpose for Religion Laws the Truth and the Cause We talk on but nothing we do Come then let 's have peace sayes Nel No no but we won't sayes Meg But I say we will sayes fiery-face Phil We will and we won't sayes Hodge Thus from the Rout who can expect Ought but confusion Since the Unity with good Monarchy Begin and end in one If then when all is thought their own And lyes at their belief These popular pates reap nought but debates From these many round-headed beast Come Royalists then do you play the men And Cavaliers give the word And now let 's see what you will be And whether you can accord A health to King Charles sayes Tom Up with it sayes Ralph like a man God blesse him sayes Doll and raise him sayes Moll And send him his own sayes Nan. But now for these prudent Wights That sit without end and to none And their Committees in Towns and Cities Fill with confusion For the bold Troops of Sectaries The Scots and their Partakers Our new British States Col. Burges and his Mates The Covenant and its Makers For all these wee 'l pray and in such a way That if it might granted be Both Jack and Gill and Moll and Will And all the world will agree Elâ—e Pox take them all sayes Bess And a Plague too sayes Mary The Devil sayes Dick and his Dam too sayes Nick Amen and amen say we On Britannicus his leap three Story high and his escape from London PAul from Damascus in a basket slides Cran'd by the faithfull Brethren down the sides Oâ— their embattel'd walls Britannicus As loath to trust the Brethrens God with us Slides too but yet more desp'rate and yet thrives In his descent needs must the Devil drives Their Cause was both the same and herein meet Only their fall was not with equal feet Which makes the Case Iambick thus we see How much News falls short of Divinity Truth was their crying crime One takes the night Th' other th' advantage of the New-sprung Light To mantle his escape how different be The Pristin and the Modern Policy Have Ages their Antipodes Yet still Close in the Propagation of ill Hence flowes this use and doctrine from the thump I last sustain'd beloved Good wits may Jump An Epigram on the People of England SWeating and chafing hot Ardelio cryes A Boat a Boat else farewell all the prize But having once set foot upon the deep Hot-spur Ardelio fell fast asleep So we on fire with zealous discontent Call'd out a Parliament a Parliament Which being obtain'd at last what did they do Even squeez the Wool-packs and lye snorting too Another BRitain a lovely Orchard seem'd to be Furnish'd with natures choise variety Temptations golden fruit of every sort Th' Hesperian Garden fann'd from fein'd report Great boyes and small together in we brake No matter what disdain'd Priapus spake Up up we lift the great boyes in the trees Hoping a common share to sympathize But they no sooner there neglected streight The shoulders that so rais'd them to this height And fell to stuffing of their own bags first And as their treasure grew so did their thirst Whiles we in lean expectance gaping stand For one shake from their charitable hand But all in vain the dropsie of desire So scortch'd them three Realms could not quench the fire Be wise then in your Ale bold youths for fear The Gardner catch us as Mosse caught his Mare Upon report there should be no more Terms kept at Westminster IS 't possible will no Terms then prevail And must the Gown and Bag jog on to sale The Bills and Answers in our Courts become Converted to the taring use of Drum And shall no more Confederacies pass 'Twixt Midsomer and dying Michaelmas Though they deprive us of Old
of Hei ho my hony My heart shall never rue Four and twenty now for your Mony And yet a hard pennyworth too GOod morrow my Neighbours all What news is this I heard tell As I past through VVestminster-hall By the house that 's near to Hell They told me John Lambert was there With his Bears and deeply did swear As Cromwell had done before Those Vermine should fit there no more Sing hi ho Will. Lenthall VVho shall our General be For the House to the Devil is sent all And follow gid faith mun ye Sing hi ho c. Then Muse strike up a Sonnet Come piper and play us a spring For now I think upon it These Rs turn'd out their King But now it must come about That once again they must turn out And not without Justice and Reason That every one home to his Prison Sing hi ho Harry Martin A Burgess of the Bench There 's nothing here is certain You must back and leave your VVench Sing hi ho c. He there with the buffle head Is called Lord and of the same house Who as I have heard it said Was chastis'd by his Lady-Spouse Because he run at sheep She and her Maid gave him the Whip And beat his head so addle You 'd think he had a knock in the Cradle Sing hi ho Lord Mounson You ha' got a park of the Kings One day you 'l hang like a hounson For this and other things Sing hi ho c. It was by their Masters order At first together they met Whom piously they did murder And since by their own they did set The cause of this Disaster Is ' cause they were false to their Master Nor can their Gensd'armes blame For serving them the same Sing hi ho Sir Arthur No more in the house you shall prate For all you kept such a quarter You are out of the Councell of State Sing hi ho c. Old Noll gave them once a purge Forgetting Occidisti The Furies be his scourge So of the cure mist he And yet the drug he well knew it For he gave it to Dr. Huit Had he given it them he had done it And they had not turn'd out his son yet Sing hi ho brave Dick L. Hall and Lady Joan Who did against Loyalty kick Is now for a New-years-gift gone Sing hi ho c. For had old Noll been alive He had pull'd them out by the ears Or else had fired their Hive And kickt him down the stairs Because they were so bold To vex his righteous soul When he so deeply had swore That there they should never fit more But hi ho Nol 's dead And stunk long since above ground Though lapt in spices and lead That cost us many a pound Sing hi ho c. Indeed Brother Burgess your Ling Did never stink half so bad Nor did your Habberdin When it no Pease-straw had Ye were both chose together ' Cause ye wore stuff-cloaks in hard weather And Cambridge needs would have A Burgess Fool and Knave Sing hi ho J. Lowry Concerning Abberdine No Member spake before ye Yet ye neer spoke again Sing hi ho my hony My heart shall never rue Here 's all pickt ware for your mony And yet a hard penyworth too Ned Prideaux he went post To tell the Protector the news That Fleetwood ruled the rost Having tane off Dicks shooes And that he did believe Lambert would him deceive As he his brother had gull'd And Cromwell Fairfax bull'd Sing hi ho the Attorney Was still at your command In flames together burn ye Still dancing hand in hand Sing hi ho c. Who 's that that would hide his face And his neck from the coller pull He must appear in his place If his Cap be made of Wool Who is it with a vengeance It is the good Lord Saint Johns Who made Gods House to fall To build his own withall Sing hi ho who comes there Who 't is I must not say But by this dark-lanthorn I swear He 's as good in the night as day Sing hi ho c. Edge Brethren room for one That looks as big as the best 'T is pitty to leave him alone For he is as good as the rest No Picklock of the Laws He builds among the Daws If you ha' any more Kings to murder For a President look no further Sing hi ho J. Bradshaw In blood none further engages The Devil from whom he had 's law Will shortly pay him his wages Sing hi ho c. Next Peagoose Wild come in To shew your weezle face And tell us Burleys sin Whose blood bought you your place When Loyalty was a crime He liv'd in a dangerous time Was forc'd to pay his neck To make you Baron of the Cheque Sing hi ho Jack Straw We 'l put it in the Margent 'T was not for Justice or Law That you were made a Sergeant Sing hi ho c. Noll serv'd not Satan faster Nor with him did better accord For he was my good Master And the devil was his good Lord. Both Slingsby Gerrard and Hewit Were sure enough to go to it According to his intent That chose me President Sing hi ho Lord Lisle Sure Law had got a wrench And where was Justice the while When you sate on the Bench Sing hi ho c. Next comes the good Lord Keble Of the triumvirate Of the seal in Law but feeble Though on the Bench he sate For when one puts him a case I wish him out of the place And if it were not a sin An abler Lawyer in Sing give the seal about I 'de have it so the rather Because we might get out The Knave my Lord my Father Sing hi ho c. Pull out the other there It is Nathaniel Fines Who Bristol lost for fear We 'l not leave him behind 's 'T is a Chip of that good old block Who to Loyalty gave the first knock Then stole away to Lundey Whence the foul fiend fetches him one day Sing hi ho Canting Fines You and the rest to mend 'um Would you were served in your kinds With an ense rescidendum Sing hi ho c. He that comes now down stairs Is Lord Chief Justice Glin. If no man for him cares He cares as little again The reason too I know 't He help to cut Straffords throat And take away his life Though with a cleaner knife Sing hi ho Britain bold Straight to the bar you get Where it is not so cold As where your Justice set Sing hi ho c. He that shall next come in Was long of the Council of State Though hardly a hair on his chin When first in the Council he sate He was sometime in Italy And learned their fashions prettily Then came back to 's own Nation To help up Reformation Sing hi ho Harry Nevil I prethee be not too rash With Atheism to court the Devil You 'r too bold to be his Bardash Sing hi ho c. He there with ingratitude
blackt Is one Cornelius Holland Who but for the Kings house lackt Wherewith to appease his Colon. The case is well amended Since that time as I think When at Court gate he tended With a little stick and a short link Sing hi ho Cornelius Your zeal cannot delude us The reason pray now tell us Why thus you plaid the Judas Sing hi ho c. At first he was a Grocer Who now we Major call Although you would think no sir If you saw him in White-hall Where he has great command And looks for cap in hand And if our eggs be not addle Shall be of the next new Moddle Sing hi ho Mr. Saloway The Lord in Heaven doth know When that from Heaven you shall away Where to the Devil you 'll go Sing hi ho c. Little Hill since set in the House Is to a Mountain grown Nor that which brought forth the Mouse But thousands the year of his own The purchase that I mean Where else but at Taunton Dean Five thousand pound per annum A sum not known to his Granam Sing hi the Good Old Cause 'T is old although not true You have got more by that then the Laws So a Good Old Cause to you Sing hi ho c. Master Cecil pray come behind Because on your own accord The other House you declin'd You shall be no longer a Lord. The reason as I guesse You silently did confesse Such Lords deserved ill The other House to fill Sing hi ho Mr. Cecil Your honour now is gone Such Lords are not worth a whistle We made better Lords of our own Sing hi ho c. Luke Robinson shall go before ye That snarling Northern tike Be sure he 'll not adore ye For honour he doth not like He cannot honour inherit And he knows he can never merit And therefore he cannot bear it That any one else should wear it Sing hi ho envious lown You 're of the Beagles kind Who alwayes barked at the Moon Because in the dark it shin'd Sing hi ho c. 'T is this that vengeance rouses That while you make long prayers You eat up widdows houses And drank the Orphans tears Long time you kept a great noise Of God and the Good Old Cause But if God to you be so kind Then I am of the Indians mind Sing hi ho Sir Harry We see by your demeanor If longer here you tarry You 'll be Sir Harry Vane Senior Sing hi ho c. Now if your zeal do warm ye Pray loud for fairer weather Swear to live and die with the Army For these Birds are flown together The House is turned out a door And I think it was no sin too If we take them there any more We 'll throw the House out of the window Bing hi ho Tom Scot You lent the Devil your hand I wonder he helpt you not But suffer'd you to be trapand Sing hi ho c. They 're once again conduced And we freed from the evil To which we long were used God bless us next from the Devil If they had not been outed The Army had been routed And then this rotten Rump Had sat untill the last trump â—ut hi ho Lambert 's here The Protectors Instrument bore And many there be that swear His Lady had done it before Sing hi ho c. Come here then honest Peters Say Grace for the second course So long as these your betters Must patience have upon force Long time ye kept a great noise With God and the Good Old Cause But if God own such as these Then where 's the Devils fees Sing hi ho Hugo I hear thou art not dead Where now to the Devil will you go Your Patrons being fled Sing hi ho my hony My heart shall never rue Four and twenty now for a penny And into the bargain HUGH A City Ballad To the Tune of Down in a Bottom 1 SInce the Realm lost its head All our trading is dead And our Money and Credit is flown We have try'd many new But find it too true That no Head fits so well as our own 2. The Drum and the Trump Devour'd all to the Rump And then they drank healths for that But that yielding no grease They next came to squeeze The City because it was fat 3. The City declar'd That they were afeard And they their Militia would settle But except the Boyes They made only a noyse Their Votes were in dock out nettle 4. The Mayor and his Peers Durst not for their ears Assert the Militia's power Though once he seem'd for it He does now abhor it And Revolted in lesse then an hour 5. 'T is that cursed wedge That took off his edge For he looks like a jolly Clubber If he had but the life And spirit of his Wife He would not lye still like a Lubber 6. Our pair of new Sheriffs Hang by them like sleeves Their valour will ne're be their sin So they be high and rich They do not care which Side looses if they may but win 7. That Earwigg that doth write Himself Lord and Knight And is one as much as the other Doth so still undermine That he spoyles our design By the help of old Besse his Brother 8. He cares not a pin So as he may get in Who ere he keep out of his right He 'll turn and return But be hang'd ere he 'll burn For he dares neither suffer nor fight 9. His Ambition him thrust Into a Pageant at first And up to the Pulpit next And then into the Chair Of our City Lord Mayor Which he better improv'd then his Text. 10. O there did he squeeze Out the Fines and the Fees Nor the Church nor the Laity ' scapes Had he staid another Year At which he did lear He had prest us like Canaans Grapes 11. There 's just such another May well be call'd Brother A Collonel stout and a Knight And an Alderman too As now Aldermen go That will neither take wrong nor do right 12. We ne're yet did know That he durst meet a foe And his pale colour speaks him afraid Yet in story we read He did one valiant deed Which was to his Masters Maid 13. Then to get an Estate He found out a Mate Which was an old Vsurers Daughter Supplanted the Son And then he begun To be Wealthy and Worshipfull after 14. There are more besides him Stands for the back Limb A crue of such Harlotry tools That who 's not more blind Then Fortune may find That he raises some besides Fools 15 Some are wary grave Sirs In their Chains and their Furs That dare not declare their opinion If hang'd they were all One tear would not fall Without the help of an Onion 16. There 's one kin to a Miter That 's no Presbyter But loyal and honest and free Had we took down the Mayor And plac'd him in the Chair Up some body had gone and we 17. There 's another a Wit Was for all he could get
But now wheels about and is true He may win all our hearts Would he use his best parts With our foes as he did with the Jew 18. The rest of the Court Are a mixt colourd sort Rank Presbyter rank Independent They do still so prevail For the Westminster tayle 'T is feard we shall ne're have an end on 't 19. But our Counsel of Commons Are valiant old Romans And stand for our peace and freedom If that Dog that sells Leather And the Salesman together Would either be honest or be dumb 20. But yet we cann't see Any reason why we Should all be so much at their becks If we chains must forbear Pray why should they wear A Militia about their necks 21 Our Town Clerk we took Has a serious look And his silence did shew him a wit But we discern him no more Than the Court heretofore Did that sullen Mask which he writ 22. The late Petticoat Squire From his shop mounted higher To the Sword and from that he did start By his mony and grace To a Remembrances place Now reports when the Rump let a fart 23. Their Chaplain that praid Now recants what he said And walks by a perfecter light The cause why he straid Was he wincked when he praid Now his eyes are open he 's right 24. What ere the Cause be We clearly may see No good thing propos'd for the City's But mens policy bends It to their private ends That 't is spoyl'd by the close Committee 25. And it needs must be so For we all do well know 'T is for wealth men are put into office And he that has store Domineers or'e the poor Whether Fool Knave Elder or Novice 26. We our Members have sent But the quick Parliament Had first sent their Members we find Yet no body knows With which side Monk will close Or will stand for before or behind 27. Hee 's a Souldier no doubt Both skilfull and stout But had need be more than a Stalian If his love should extend To the hindermost end And use us like Italian 28. A thousand a year If he could but tell where They thought would have made him to mind 'em But they promise still As Diego made his will Great things but none knows where to find ' em 29. In this prodigal trick They have out-done old Nick For what he did give he did show Their title 's the same And so is their aime For ought any man doth know 30. Let it go as it will We are Citizens still And free to this side or that We may prate and may Vote But when it comes to 't We 'l be true to no body knows what 31. But this we see plain 'T was for honour and gain That we at the first did fall out And were not publick lands Got in private mens hands The times would soon turn about 33. And now we do find These Saints in their kind Those are mad that to aid them in flocks come And he that will fight To keep us all from our right Shall be chronicled for a Coxcomb The RUMP Dockt TIll it be understood What is under Monck's Hood The City dare not shew his horns Till ten dayes be out The Speaker's sick of the Gout And the Rump doth sit upon thorns If Monck be turn'd Scot The Rump goes to pot And the Good Old Cause will miscarry Like coals out of embers Revive the Old Members Off goes the Rump like Dick and Harry Then In come the Lords Who drew Parliament Swords With Robes lined through with Ermin But Peers without Kings Are very useless things And their Lordships counted but Vermin Now Morley and Fagg May be put in a bagg And that doughty Man Sir Arthur In despair of his Foil With Alderman Hoyle Will become a Knight of the Garter That Knave in Grain Sir Harry Vane His Case then most mens is sadder There is little hope He can scape the rope For the Rump turned him o're the Ladder That precious Saint Scot Shall not be forgot According to his own desires Instead of Neck-verse Shall have it writ on his Herse Here hangs one of the Kings Tryers Those nine sons of Mars That whipt the Rumps Arse I mean the Commanders War-lick If the Rump smell strong With hanging too long Shall serve to stuff it with Garlick That parcel of man In length but a span Whose wifes Eggs alwaies are addle Must quit the Life-guard As he did when scar'd By Lambert out of the saddle Lambert may now turn Florist Being come off the poorest That ever did Man of the Sword The Rump let a Fart Which took away his heart And made him a Equire of a Lord. His Cheshire glory Is a pitifull story There the Saints triumpht without battle But now Monck and his Friers Have driven him into the Briers As he did Booth and his Cattle For the rest of the Rump Together in a Lump 'T is too late to cry Peccavi Ye have sinn'd all or most Against the Holy Ghost And therefore the Devil must have ye But now valiant City Whether must thy Ditty Be sung in Verse or in Prose For till the Rump stunk For fear of Monck Thy Militia durst not shew its Nose Base Cowards and Knaves That first made us Slaves Very Rascals from the beginning Onely unto Moncks Sword The Nation must afford The honour of bringing the King in Arsy Versy or The Second Martyrdom of the RUMP To the Tune of The Blind Beggar of Bednall-green 1. MY Muse to prevent lest an after-clap come If the winde should once more turn about for the Bum As a preface of honour and not as a frump First with a Sirreverence ushers the Rump 2. I shall not dispute whether Long-tails of Kent Or Papist this name of disgrace did invent Whose Legend of lies do defame us the more Hath entail'd on us Rumps ne're heard on before 3. But now on its Pedigree longer to think For the more it is stir'd the more it will stink 'T is agreed the Rumps first report in the Town Did arise from the wooden invention of Brown 4. Old Oliver's nose had taken in snuff When it sate long ago some unsavoury puff Then up went the Rump and was ferkt to the quick But it setled in spight of the teeth of poor Dick. 5. Then the Knight of the Pestle King Lambert and Vane With a Scepter of Iron did over it reign But the Rump soon re-setled and to their disgrace Like Excrements voided them out of the place 6. It did now like a Truant's well-disciplin'd Bum With the rod of affliction harder become Or else like the Image in Daniel it was Whose Head was of Gold but whose Tayl was of brass 7. It endured the first heat and proved no starter But sung in the midst of the flames like a Martyr And whisk'd the Tayl like a terrible Farter And sounded most chearfully Vive Sir Arthur 8. But the next fire Ordeal put into a dump Sir Orlando
all a row Alas poor Lambert is undone And now he may go Preach Since 't is the English Al-a-mode For every Rogue to Teach He 'le nose it bravely in a Tub And let his Brethren know That they are Damn'd unlesse they dip Cuckolds all a row But where 's your mighty Fleetwood now His honor'â— worn to th' stump He 'le serve Ambassador to hell To make room for the Rump And thus King-killers one by one Shall to the Devil goe Upon the City Asses pack Cuckolds all a row And now Cow-hearts look to your shops The Red-coats will you fright And plunder you because they know Your hornes hang in your light Not matter for you have been the cause Of all the Kingdoms woe And do deserve still to be call'd Cuckolds all a row But if that you would honest grow And do a glorious thing Which is to rouse and take your Armes And fight for Charles our King Which Act your Credits will regain And all the World shall know That you shall then no more be call'd Cuckolds all a row The RUMP Carbonado'd or A New BALLAD To the Tune of the Black-smith LEnd me your ears not cropt and I 'le sing Of an hideous Monster or Parliament thing That City and Country doth wofully wring VVhich no body can deny Take care that no Sectary be in this place For if you offend the least Babe of Grace The Rump will be ready to fly in your face VVhich c. They fram'd a Remonstrance to set all on fire Which took with the People as they did desire And forc'd them to Covenant that they would conspire VVhich c. No sooner exalted was Essex his horn But God's law and man 's too the Cuckold did scorn To ruine our Country this Rebel was born Which c. Take Warwick along if company you lack No Admiral like an old Puritan Jack A verier Knave you cann't find in the Pack Which c. These arm'd with Commissions by Sea and by Land Did send forth their forces the King to withstand Till of all that was good they had soon made an hand Which c. In glory and wealth we once so abounded And were in Religion so thoroughly grounded That none could have shatter'd us thus but the Roundhead Which c. Which pluck'd down the King the Church and the Laws To set up an Idol then Nick-nam'd the Cause Like Bell and Dragon to gorge their own Maws Which c. They banisht all Royallists out of the Line And scarce would endure to hear any Divine That would not for company cogge lye and whine Which c. So frantickly zealous they were at that season That the five rotten Members impeacht of High Treason They guarded against all Right Law and Reason Which c. Will fool was counted the worst of the twain Till Tom fool Lord F the Cause to maintain His Honor and Conscience did fearfully stain Which c. Sir William at Run-away-downs had a bout Which him and his Lobsters did totally rout And his Lady the Conqueror could not help him out Which c. Though General B do now fawn and beseech The Cavaliers found him a blood-sucking Leech He would seem a Convert but he stinks of the Breech Which c. All will confesse that Saint Oliver Cromwell Had learn'd in his Reign the three Nations to cumwell Although it be true that he did love a Bum-well Which c. But young Dick and Harry not his Heirs but his Brats As if they had lesse wit and grace than Gib-Cats Slunk from their Commands like a pair of drown'd Rats Which c. The sound of a Rump nere heard of before In their addle pates did so whistle and roar That streight they betook themselves to the back door Which c. When Haslerig of the Rump brought up the rear The Army was in such a bodily fear That no one commander durst ever appear Which c. Down goes the Publick when Knaves usurp Power The Rump by one Ordinance can more men devour Than all the great Guns shot from the Tower Which c. Pennington long since was broken to fitters Yet fits with the Rump of Sects to Pig-litters And such as come near him he all to besquitters Which c. If Alderman Atkins you keep not in minde Hee 'l take it so ill that hee 'l fly out behinde And make you remember with every winde Which c. Titchborn could preach pray and prate by the Spirit And Ireton little better who rang'd like a Ferretâ— And Tyburn thinks long to give them their merit Which c. Lord Gourney was right whom the City betraid Now the City would be right were the Maior not a Jade Till such as he be made examples nere look for better Trade Which c. Ne're did any Nation so court their own good As we have all offers of mercy withstood God's judgement on our rapine and shedding of blood Which c. All wise men and good say it is a mischievous fate A Kingdome to turn to a Popular State Yet wee 'l take no warning untill it be too late Which c. A desperate crew of self-seeking Elves Do wilfully force us on quicklands and shelves This we see yet we seek not to safeguard our selves Which c. For when the poor Cits are plunder'd by force Their grievances find as little remorse I' th' man-beast the Maior as in his great horse Which c. The Rump yet fits brooding upon their close stool In labour to bring forth a Knave or a Fool Begotten by a new Legislative Tool Which c. Sir Henry Vane Prince of the last modell'd rout Was known as a Traytor both cunning and stout Yet for being too rampant the Rump shit him out Which c. James Harrington Knight or Knave choose you whether For in the Rump still Knight and Knave go together The times cannot mend till hee 's tyed to his tether Which c. Harry Martin and Scot with some thirty eight more Are resolved on the question to keep us all poor Whilest they have the power to Plunder and Whore Which c. Who can gain-say that it was a strong fart Which blew the Lord Disborough back to his Cart And taught silly Fleetwood of crying the Art Which c. 'T is pity that Hewson the Lord should have died For piercing his Brother the Cobler's Hide Since the word of Command came from his blind side Which c. Luke Robinson wants both his Bristles and Aule To stitch up his lame Legge and help him to craule Who down-right hath halted betwixt God and Baal Which c. The Prentices once put the Troupers to flight And the Red-coats for fear then were ready to shite When Lambert the Atheist marcht Northward to fight Which c. The Greeks that sack Troy from the Belly did come Of Epriis his Horse but with Musket and Drum The War among us is carried on by the Bum VVhich c. Jack
next Here 's an Ola c. Take Munson's chaste motions towards a Wench The Sword of the Spirit handled by Gough The fear of the Judges that sate on the Bench When the Head of this Isle by the Tayle was lopt off Here 's an Ola c. Take all the old Speaker's Honesty whole For if it be lessen'd 't will prove little or none And if you have room you may stop up the hole With the Knighthood and Wisedom of Sir John his Son Here 's an Ola c. Take one of Sir Arthur's passionate dumps Sir Vane's Harry Vane's hearty Prayers for Monck The froth of the Good Old Cause worne to the stumps And modest Harry Martins discourse for a Punk Here 's an Ola c. Of Publick Faith an Ounce if you can get it Stew'd well in an Honest Committee-mans skull Then with the Coales of Peter's Devotion beat it 'T will give all the Devills in Hell Belly full Here 's an Ola c. Take the Whites of a Puritans lifted-up eyes And the Saffron engendred on a Presbyters gums Mr â—illye's Astrogolical Lyes And the meditations of Salloway biting his thumbs Here 's an Ola c. Of Lamâ—ert's Religion as much as a Nut And of his Wive's Honesty much thereabout With the spirit that moveth holy Brethren to rut And maketh the holy Sisters hold out Here 's an Ola c. Sow it in an Excise-man's Conscience well fear'd And in a French-man 's Codpiece 2. hours let it stew Then strow it o're with a Puritan's beard 'T is a Dish for the Devil and for his Dam too Here 's Ola c. But then if it want a Man to say grace It must be done by one that 's a Sinner An Independent Doctor just turn'd out on 's place Must needs be most fit to give thanks for this Dinner England's Triumph or The Rump Routed by a true Assertor of Englands Interest General George Monk A SONNET To the Tune of Fill up the Parliament full WHat makes the Souldiers To stand to their Arms 'T is for what they profest To keep us from harmes The Members secluded Comes in by fwarmes To fill up the Parliament full full full To fill up the Parliament full You know that the City Gates Late were thrown down The Walls too were order'd By Parliament frown But General Mâ—nk has pleas'd Souldier and Gown And fill'd up the Parliament full full full And fill up the Parliament full A dispute there was had By the Members secluded Brave Monk was the Umpire And found them deluded But Englands great joy Is now wholly concluded For he 's fill'd up the Parl. full full full For hee 's fill'd up the Parl. full Sir Arthur the Valiant Must make his Speech large Left the Members Excluded Lay Treason to 's Charge Hee 'd better have dealt With his New-castle Barge Than to sâ—e the Old P. full full full Than to see the old P. full The Aldermen Grave And the Commons o' th' City Imprisoned were The more is the pity But General Monk said That I will acquit ye For the P. now shall be full full full For the P. now shall be full Have you not seen Fresh Flowers in the Spring And bave you not heard A Cage-bird to sing But if the Cage-Members Would bring in the King It would fill up the Parl. full full full It would fill up the Parl. full The Parliament now will Come into their Geers For Secluded P That once lost his Ears Marcht in with his Rapier For Commons and Peers To fill up the Parliament full full full To fill up the Parliament full Whose often Declaring Has furnisht the Nation With Parliament Arguments Of the old Fashion And would have both King Lords and Peers in this Nation To fill up the Parliament full full full To fill up the Parliament full Our brave General Monk We bound are to thank The Honest Lord Fairfax Has plaid too his prank No thanks to be given To the Rump nor the Shank To fill up the Parliament full full full To fill up the Parliament full Had the City ne're mov'd Nor the Prentices strove They'd lost their Old Charter But MONK had a love To challenge the Grand Ones Which Mischiefs did move And so fill'd up the Parl full full full And so fill'd up the Parliament full The Parliament-Complment or the Re-admission of the Secluded Members to the Discharge of their long retarded Trust SInce sixteen hundred forty and odd We have soundly been lashed with our own rod And we have bowed our selves down at a Tyrants nod Which no body can deny Whe have seen a new thing call'd a Council of State Uâ—held by a Power that 's now out of date Put to thâ— Qâ—estion by th' Members of Forty eight Which c We have seen what we hope we shall ne'r see agin Now Lambert and Desbrow are snar'd in the gin The tayl cunningly pieced unto the skin Which c. A sword that has frighted our Laws out of door A Back sword I wot that must cut so no more By the honouâ— of Monk now quitting that score Which c. A Vote lately called the Judgement o' th' House To be esteemed and reputed not worth a Louse And the Grandee of Portsmouth made a fine chouse Which c. We have seen an Assessment a thing for Taxes Though the Common-wealth wane the private Waxes Swords into Plowshares and such Bills into Axes Which c. Another new story of Qualification That belong'd to no honest man of the Nation Like the ill contrived Authors quite out of Fashion Which c. Original sin was damn'd by that Law The Son of a Cavalier made a Jack-straw To be chewed again by their ravenous Jaw Which c. To fill up the House and to shuffle the deal New Writs issued out for their new Common-weal But it 's not worth asking who is 't payes the Seal Which c. I wonder who payes the late Parliament Printers That Place they may hold as many Summers as Winters And wish their Presses were broken in splinters Which c. A great many Traytors by them lately made Makes Treason be thought a Common trade Sir George Booth and Jack Lambert a while in the shade Which c. We shall now sure give over that word sequester Now the tail is cured of that rankling fester The twentieth of April is much about Easter Which c. How many thanks of the House ha' been idely spent Upon people that still have been Male-content But they must fall from those dainties in this shriving Lent Which c That honourable favour no more shall be given To the factious merit of a Party Hell-driven For now our twenty years odds will be even Which c. Then room for our Prisoners detain'd in the Tower And away with the new Lieutenants power Who 's minting the widdowed Good Old Causes Dower Which c. Sir George Booth shall not think this a hit of sate Nor Excuse his
Keeper whose Warrant 's out ' f date We shall see them all cry Peccavi too late Which c. Eleven years Mischief tumults and rage Are the onely Memorials of this Common-wealths age And all to be thankt by Haslâ—rigg the sage Which c. Let our Liberty-keepers be chang'd to Restorer Let our Peace carry Truth and Duty before her Hee 's a Fool and a Knave that else will adore Which c. This Janus-like freedom though it please not all And aversly doth look on the Scepter and Ball Will shut up his Temple at next Common-hall Which c. Then let 's pray to Great Jove that made Monk so kind To our desperate estate to put him in mind With the rest of our Worthies of the Great Thing behind Which no body can deny The Cock-Crowing at the Approach of a Free-Parliament Or Good news in a Ballot More sweet to your Pallat Than Fig Raison or stewed Prune is A Countrey wit made it Who ne'r got the Trade yet And Mad Tom of Bedlam the Tune is 1. MOre Wine Boy to be sober Is sottish in my Opinion When so near we do see The day that will free Three Kingdoms and a Dominion CHORUS Then off with your Pots English Irish and Scots And loyal Cambro-Britains From Lobster-like jump And the Head-playing Rump You 'l soon have an Acquittance 2. Though Monk's mind lyes not open To every mind that 's busie A Free Parliament Is his intent No Noll nor Lambert is he Cho. Then off with c. 3. A Parliament untainted Away with secluded Members New flame it might make Again to untake And stir up rebellious Embers Cho. Then off with c. 4. A Parliament of Members That in Blood and Estate are no small Boyesâ— The devilish Rump-elves Are for none but themselves Those will be like God for us all boyes Cho. Then off with c. 5. Such a Parliament more happy Then Fishes will create you Though no trade you do drive But to tipple and swive You 'l be plump in flesh and estate too Cho. Then off with c. 6. A Hound and a Hawk no longer Shall be tokens of disaffection A Cock-fight shall cease To be breach of the Peace And an Horse-race an Insurrection Cho. Then off with c. 7. The Stages to their Freedom Shall be restored soon after And Poets like Lictors Shall scourge our Afflictors And make our old Suff'rings our Laughter Cho Then off with c. 8. W P shall be the Master O' th' Revells for 's contrition His Histrio-mastyx Was one of his rash tricks E'r his early circumcision Cho. Then off with c. 9. We 'l preach and pray ' thout canting In a Language Heaven knows better Than ah Lord repeating And Hum and Ha bleating With calves of the Lips in the Letterâ— Cho. Then off with c. 10. Wee 'l no more to enslave us Wear Chains but to boast our Riches We Lobsters will eat And not be their meat When the right Rump wearâ— the Breacheâ— Cho. Then off with c. 11. All Nations shall adore us Stiff Don at our foot shall tumble The Dutch-men shall fear us And all to Mâ—jn Here us And French cry votre tres-humble Cho. Then off with c. 12. The Citizens shall flourish Lord Maiors when the office expires Shall a Knight-hood obtein If they 're not of the strain Of Excise nor Church-land Buyers Cho. Then off with c. 13. This London had effected E'r now and honour had got so But for Knaves Ireton And Titchburn were known When the Drugster's Son was not so Cho. Then off with c. 14. Each year shall bring a harvest To th' Plough-man who was vext ill When but every fourth year By the Tax-Calendar It came like the Bissextile Cho. Then off with c. 15. His Rent he shall pay duly Nor to spend shall he want his groate'r His Landlord shall be Of his Beer to him free And of 's flesh to his Wife and his Daughter Cho. Then off with c. 16. But now my furious fancy A Project is concocting When God shall have sent A true Parliament What a Rope shall we do with this mocking Cho. Then off with c. 17. Like Mare with dock to th' Manger To shew it no cheat at all is It like one doth appear But it is none and where The head should have been the tail is Cho. Then off with c. 19. Or we 'l send for the Ghost of Lorrell Who choakt so neatly the Peak-feast And hee 'l Carbonado It with little a-doe To make the Devil a Breakfast Cho. Then off with c. 20. We read of a Rump in St. Austin That before this of ours out-went all Which sounds did let â—ly As articularly As if it had a Lenthal Cho. Then off with c. 20. But nere poor Rump was firked Like this by wits and no wits Nor ever was game So fit as this same To enter and flesh young Poets Cho. Then off with c. 21. More good things I could utter But now I find by a token That the play will begin And good fortune come in E'r the Prologue be quite spoken Cho. Then off with c. 22. Charls Wanes's 'ore the new Chimney The Suns near our Horizon The Fowles of the night Are taking their flight Ere Cheshire prey they seize on Cho. Then off with c. 23. Wee 'l drink and pray no longer For the King in mystical fashions But with Trumpets sound His Health shall go round And our Prayers be Proclamations Cho. Then off with c. 24. Now Iockey Teag and Shenken Shall boast no more of St. Andrew St. Patrick or St. Davie But St George who to save 'ee ' Gainst Dragon-Rump like a man drew Chorus Then off with your Pots English Irish and Scots And loyal Cambro-Britains From Lobster-like jump And the Headplaying Rump You 'l soon have an Acquittance Saint George and the Dragon To the Tune of Old Souldjour of the Queens c. NEws News Here 's the Occurrences and a new Mercurius A Dialogue betwixt Haslerigg the bafled and Arthur the furious With Iretons readings upon Legitimate and Spurious Proving that a Saint may be the Son of a Whore for the satisfaction of the curious From a Rump insatiate as the Sea Libera nos Domine Here 's the true reason of the Cities infatuation Ireton has made it drunk with the cup of abomination That is the Cup of the Whore after the Geneva interpretation Which with the Juyce of Tichburn's Grapes must needs cause Intoxication From a Rump c. Here 's the Whipper whipt by a friend to George that whipt Iack that whipt the Breech That whipt the Nation as long as he could stand over it After which It was it self Re jerk'd by the sage Author of this Speech Methinks a Rump should go as well with a Scotch spur as with a Switch From a Rump c. This Rump hath many a Rotten and