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A short history of the English rebellion compiled in verse by Marchamont Nedham, and formerly extant in his weekly Mercurius pragmaticus.
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Nedham, Marchamont, 1620-1678.
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you for your Mutinies Feasts Covenants and Drumming No Puritan no Popish Priest Nor Prot'stant now shall be Nor Law but to live as we list 'T is Heaven thus to be free Could Babylons great King now sit In Counsel with our Nation He were the only Man to fit Us with a Reformation The glorious Golden-Idol then Might shine in each Dominion Both Factions and their Brethren Would soon be one-opinion Away thou Pagan-Cavalier This God must not be thine But for the Saints at Westminster Whose souls are more divine Live drink and laugh our Worthies may And kindly take their fills The Subjects must their reckonings pay The King must pass their Bills No Princes now but they the Crown Is vanisht with our Quiet Nor will they let us use our own Devotions and Diet. All Plums the Prophets Sons desie And Spice-broths are too hot Treason's in a December-Pye And Death within the Pot. Christmas farewel thy day I fear And merry-days are done So they may keep Feasts all the year Our Saviour shall have none O happy Nation heretofore When Seas our Walls have been Unhappy now we see no shore But are all Sea within Factions like Billows rage and toss And Death mounts ev'ry Wave Yet in this Storm we are so cross We will no Pilot have Just such a Tempest seiz'd upon Blest Paul the Scripture says When he had seen no Sun nor Moon Nor Stars for many days Our Sun and Moon no beams create Our Stars disperst we see Such as was his will be our Fate We must all shipwrackt be A glorious Prince this Parliament The King should be did swear But now we understand they meant In Heaven and not here Let them invade the Throne and part His Crown and vote his Fate Yet know in each true Noble Heart He keeps his Chair of State Princes may be like other Men Imprisoned and kept under A while as fire in clouds but then At length appear in Thunder And as in hidden Caves the wind Sad tremblings doth create So Monarchs by their own confin'd Cause Earthquakes in the State Farewel the Glory of our Land For now the Free-born Blades Our Lives and our Estates command And ride us all like Jades Faith and Religion bleeding lie And Liberty grows faint No Gospel but pure Treachery And Treason make the Saint Oh! 't is a heavenly Cause I trow Which first baptiz'd the Round-head In Noble Strafford's Blood but now Must on the Kings be founded Yet know that Kings are Gods on Earth And those which pull them down Shall find it is no less than Death To tamper with a Crown 'T is true as Harry Martin said The Scots away must pack The Cov'nant shall aside be laid Like an Old Almanac Come then and buy my New true New New Almanac most true Such Accidents of State to shew The like no Age ere knew Since that we lost our King and Laws Since Jealousies and Fears Since Peace pure Truth and this Foul Cause It is full seven years Poor CHARLES pursu'd in Forty one Vnking'd in Forty seven The Eighth will place him on his Throne In Earth or else in Heaven Three Kingdoms brought to a fine pass Whilst that our Saviours Rule The Country is become an Ass The City but a Mule Each Vniversity now pines The Church may hang and rot They banish all our true Divines The Lawyers too must trot Come Sirs more Sacks unto the Mill More Taxes more Free-quarter 'T is fit our Laws be your bare Will And the Excise our Charter God speed the Plough plague Rooks and Crows And send us years more cheap For I am sure whoever sows The Houses mean to reap Money the Soul of Man and Wit But yet no Saint of mine While th' Houses vote and Synod sit Thou ne're shalt want a Shrine Reforming is a dull Device Dreads nought but strife and rage Thou putt'st us into Paradice And bring'st the Golden Age. Thou art Religion God and all That we may call Divine Thy Temple is Westminster-Hall And all our Priests are thine Tush tell not us the way to Heav'n Thou juggling Clergy-Elf That sett'st the World at six and seven's Money is Heav'n it self Betwixt those Atheists feign'd of old And ours there is no odds For both this one opinion hold That Fear did first make Gods Hell now is thought an idle Dream To fright Men from their Crimes Religion but a crafty Theam Made to Bug-bear the Times The Bible and great Babels Whore May both together burn For the Religious Fit is o're Now they have serv'd their turn Only one Text may scape their hands Since they have ta'en such pains To lay their Lords in Iron Bands And bind their Kings in Chains Copernicus thy learned skill We praise since we have found The truth for now doth Hea'vn stand still Whilst that the Earth runs round See how the Wheel of Providence Back Old Confusion brings Cashires us once of a Prince To plague's with Petty Kings They say the Saints all rule must take And others must have none Their Privilege it is to make A Foot-stool of the Throne The Laws o' th Land say Charles must reign And Conscience pleads his Cause But Conscience is a thing most vain Their Gospel eats up Laws Never such Rebels have been seen As since we led this Dance So we may feast let Prince and Queen Beg a-la-mode-de-France Let Conscience pine and cry 't is strange Wee 'll say 't is bravely done To make the King take in Exchange A Dungeon for a Throne Away with Justice Laws and Fear When Men resolve to rise Brave Souls must scorn all Scruples where A Kingdom is the Prize Then let us what our Labours gain Enjoy and bless our Chance Like Kings let 's domineer and reign Thus a-la-mode-de-France King and no King was once a Play Or Fable on the Stage But see it is become this day The Moral of our Age. Newcastle was the first best Scene Then Holmby Hampton-Court Next from a Palace to a Den Translated to make sport Each State-Buffoon a part did take Some plaid the Fool some Knave But still the Plot was laid to make Their King a Royal Slave Brave Actors we admire your skill Your Play none understands Yet make an Exit when you will We all shall clap our hands At Westminster two wond'rous Beasts This day are to be seen Call'd Liberty and Privilege GOD save the King and Queen Say Monsters strange what kin are ye To Tygers or the Lion For shame boast not your Pedigree From the sweet Sons of Zion This Libertie first whelpt the Cause The Cause then lay at lurch To gull the City damn the Laws And quite cashire the Church But Privilege O monstrous Thing Eats up poor Cavaliers Feeds on the Gentry and the King But next have at the Peers Once more the Kingdom lies at Stake No matter then who wins Two Schismaticks the Wagers make And now the Game begins The Scots and Sects two Godly Cheats
A SHORT HISTORY OF THE English Rebellion Compiled in VERSE by MARCHAMONT NEDHAM And formerly extant in his Weekly MERCURIUS PRAGMATICUS LONDON Printed in the Year 166â— A SHORT HISTORY OF THE ENGLISH REBELLION WHen as we liv'd in peace GOD wot A King would not content us But we forsooth must hire the Scot To all-be-Parliament us Then down went King and Bishops too On goes the holy Wirk Betwixt them and the Brethren blew T' advance the Crown and Kirk But when that these had reign'd a time Robb'd Kirk and sold the Crown A more religious sort up climbe And crush the Jockies down But now we must have Peace again Let none with fear be vext For if without the King these raign Then heigh down they go next A Peace a Peace the Country cries Or else we shall be undone For this brave War we thank the wise Confiding Men of LONDON Sure now they may as well as we Know how to value Quiet When th' Army comes their Guests to be For a Twelvemonths Cash and Diet. Free Quarter is a tedious thing And so is the Excise None can deliver us but the King From this damn'd Dutch Device The Parliament hath serv'd seven years True vengeance then we see Upon feign'd Jealousies and Fears For yet they are not free Long Peace a Plenty did beget And Plenty brought forth Pride Through Pride to Faction Men were set In Parties to divide The new-form'd Priests first led the way And said it was no sin By force to drive the King away And draw the CITY in The Lords and Commons they consent To what each Rabbi saith And so the Catholick down went T' advance the public Faith This brought a War and Taxes on T' inslave a free-born People And now the Work is thus far gone Next have at Crown and Steeple Our wise Reformers brave and gay Have ta'ne a goodly course To fight to feast to fast and pray And milk each honest Purse The Crown 's Revenue goes to wrack While they sing Hymns and Psalms And rather than themselves will lack The King must live on Alms. We are the learned Synod says The Church of England's Nurse Who make them bless the Sabbath-days And all the week to curse The Plough stands still and Trade is small For Goods Lands Towns and Cities Nay I dare say the Devil and all Pays Tribute to Committees A Scot and Jesuit joyn'd in hand First taught the World to say That Subjects ought to have command And Princes to obey These both agreed to have no King The Scotchman he cries further No Bishop 't is a godly thing States to reform by Murther Then th' Independent meek and sly Most lowly lies at lurch And so to put poor Jocky by Resolves to have no Church The King dethron'd the Subjects bleed The Church hath no abode Let us conclude they 're all agreed That sure there is no GOD. Our States men though no Lunaticks No Wizards nor Buffons Have shewn a hundred Changeling-Tricks In less than three New Moons The Devils foot is cleft men speak And so GOD knows are they The Factions rule by fits then take Their turnes and run away They vote vnvote and vote with noise What they cry'd down before As ready as if LONDON-Boys Were knocking at the dore To day an Independ out-side And then a Scotch to morrow Thus shuffle and cut they do divide Our Wealth whilst we know sorrow O happy Treason See how Wealth Is made their Heaven They swell With Pride and live by Blood and Stealth As if there were no Hell No Saduces but must confess Those Monsters which are told In Story are risen now no less Prodigious then of old Both Cain and Judas back are come In Vizards most divine GOD bless us from a Pulpit-Drum And a Preaching Catiline They feed upon a Kingdoms Curse And prey upon a King The Dev'l provide a second Course And then a Voyder bring Now CHARLES thy Conquest is compleat And all the World shall see That GOD which guides the Royal Scot Will thy Avenger be O House of Commons House of Lords Amend before September For 't is decreed your Souldiers Swords Shall then you All-dismember But like fair Chapmen 't was well done To give you time and day To cast accompts for one by one They will you soundly pay The Kingdom all in pieces torn Your time is fairly spent To make your selves a very scorn Your King but Jack-a-Lent Now now we see 't was for the Crown The Houses both did fight For since the Cavaliers are down They put the King to flight The Adjutators stern and proud Said He should have no Quarter Because he is a King and vow'd To make the Saint a Martyr Their Officers cry'd Hail O King The rest made mocks and scorns The Houses Vinegar did bring And all did plat the Thorns Thus crucifi'd Great CHARLES did live As dead is gone away For Resurrection GOD will give A new cor'nation day Rouze up King Charles hath mist the snare Laid for his Royal Feet Let th' Adjutators now take care Each for his Winding-sheet The Army rendezvouzed are And do they know not what The Scots and they are like to jar Let us thank GOD for that The Houses know not what to think The Citt's horn-madded be They must be whipt until they stink A joyful sight to see Thus Cavaliers cast up your Caps And tell the Rebels plain That Charles in spight of all their traps Shall shortly rule again For Liberty and Privilege Religion and the King We fought But O! the Golden Wedge That is the only Thing There lies the Cream of all the Cause Religion is but Whig Pure Privilege eats up the Laws And cries For Kings a Fig. The Houses may a Christmas keep The Countrymen a Lent The Citizens like silly sheep Must fast and be content Then where is Liberty I pray With Justice Truth and Right Sure they and Conscience fled away With Charles to th' Isle of Wight Gape gape for Peace poor Countrymen The Members mean to treat And we shall see fair play agen When they no more can cheat The King shall come to Westminster It may be to his Grave Or of a glorious Prince must there Be made a Royal-Slave But 't were more wise to let him reign Out of his Peoples sight For fear he should bring Peace again And put them in a fright Sure Martin lay in of a Clap And Say himself did dote The Devil too wore a sick Cap When th' Houses past this Vote Come let us live and laugh away The follies of this Age Treason breeds care we 'll sing and play Like birds within a cage Fetters are th' only favors now The Houses give we see And since the King them wears I vow 'T were baseness to be free Then let us all our sorrows drown In Sack and merry Glee Ye Citizens of London-Town What jolly Slaves are we For Common-prayer ye have Excise Free-quarter too is comming To pay