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The true character of a rigid Presbyter with a narrative of the dangerous designes of the English and Scotish covenanters as they have tended to the ruine of our Church and Kingdom : also the articles of their dogmatic faith and the inconsistency thereof with monarchy : to which is added a short history of the English rebellion / compiled in verse by Marchamont Nedham; and formerly extant in his Mercurius pragmaticus.
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Nedham, Marchamont, 1620-1678.
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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 March 14. 1648. Call'd Liberty and Priviledge GOD save the King and Queen Say Monsters strange what kin are ye To Tygers or the Lyon For shame boast not your Pedigree From the sweet Sons of Zion This Liberty first whelpt the Cause The Cause then lay at lurch To gull the City damn the Laws And quite cashire the Church But Priviledge 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 Debar both Ace and Sice To rook each other with fine Feats They both bring in false Dice The first throws for the Covenant Next who shall rule and sway For Jocky now doth swear and rant He 'll have no more foul play The Sectaries cry'd Have at all When first the Dice were thrown But rather then the Scots shall brawle They 'll part stakes in the Crown The Devils reign is short though fierce Then let our Musick sound The Drawers all the Hogsheads pierce And make the Healths go round Here 's a Health to the King in Sack To the Houses in Small-Beer In Vinegar to th' crabbed Pack Of Priests at Westminster Next to revive our fainting States Fill out some Aqua vitae 'T were pity on the Bridge such Pates Should meet in a Committee Let 's water th' Royal Plants with Tears Of rich divine Canary Drink on Cav'liers t' all Loyal Peers Then end with Charles and Mary Full forty thousand Scots by Vote Must visit us ere long Brave Army sure when ev'ry Scot Is forty thousand strong Though th' Houses have deserv'd these plagues GOD keep our Nation free Like Egypt let not us by Rags And Vermin conquer'd be For shame for shame call home your King With Honour let him treat His Nature is without a sting His Motto To forget Return return Disloyal Crew Of men forsworn if not Rather then thus we 'll stoop to you We 'll Idolize the Scot. Come Mahomet thy Turn is next Now Gospel's out of date The Alcoran may prove Good Text In our new Turkish-State Thou dost unto thy Priests allow The sin of full four Wives Ours scarce will be content with now Five Livings and nine Lives Thy Saints and ours are all alike Their Vertues flow from Vice No Bliss they do believe and seek But an Earthly Paradice A Heav'n on Earth they hope to gain But we do know full well Could they their glorious ends attain This Kingdom must be Hell From Prison now return the King The Queen and Prince from France For Cosen Charles the Welsh-men sing And stoutly lead the Dance The Scotch-Bag-Pipes the Pulpit-Drums And Priests sound high and big Once more the Cause and Cov'nant comes To shew's a Scotish Jig The Irish will a Voyage take To jon their force in one And whilst they frisk a Galliard make The Houses sing O Hone. Three Kingdoms thus must dance the Hay But ere the Members run We 'll see they shall the Musick pay And then the Dance is done Seven years by phrentick Votes and Fits Our Worthies bore command Then did they run out of their Wits But now out of the Land No more shall they the City ride Like a fine Golden Ass The Navy's rigg'd with Wind and Tide They stay but for a Pass But if they linger long behind And keep their King in Bands I 'll undertake it shall be sign'd By a hundred thousand Hands For prosp'rous Gales then on the Deep Let their Priests prate and pray By Order and at Margarets keep An Humiliation-day The Factions now each other rout With Jealousies and Fear The Independents face about The rest cry As you were The Presbyters put forth their Horns To guard their Goods and Homes The She-Militia likewise scorns Their Cocks should loose their Combs Then toll I pray the Passing-Bell For our new State-Committee These monstrous Votes which made them swell Are cow'd down by the City Sweet John-a-Nokes and John-a-Styles And worshipful Jack-Straws Of both the Junto's leave your Wiles And give 's our King and Laws Betwixt two thieves our Saviour once Suffer'd for us and di'd So 'twixt two thievish Factions Our King is crucifi'd Caesar not Christ the ancient Jews Paid tribute of their Treasure Our Jews no King but Christ will chuse And rob and cry down Caesar Now for the King the zealous Kirk ' Gainst th' Independent bleats Whenas alas their onely wirk Is to renew old Cheats If they can sit vote what they list And crush the new States down Then up go They but neither Christ Nor King shall have his own The Pox the Plague and each Disease Are cur'd though they invade us But never look for Health and Peace If once Presbyt'ry jade us When ev'ry Priest becomes a Pope Then Tinkers and Sow-gelders May if they can but ' scape the Rope Be Princes and Lay-Elders If once the Kirk-men pitch their Tents With our Assembly-Asses Synods will eat up Parliaments Courts be devour'd by Classes Look to 't ye Gentry else be Slaves To Slaves that can't abide ye Though ye have been cow'd down by Knaves Oh! let not Fools now ride ye But sev'n years of a thousand 't is Our Saints must Rulers be So they shall loose in years of bliss Nine hundred ninety three No more then let those Rabbies trust Unto the Revelation For their Interpreter is Lust And Pride makes Application Religion but a Pack-horse is To carry on Designes The Bible like a Jugglers Box Us'd by our State-Divines Texts are tormented one by one Like Votes now here now there Thus Hocus-Pocus is out-done By them at Westminster The Banes are askt the Marriage next Goes forward in the City For now the Match is made betwixt Them and the State-Committee Thou Strumpet London tell not us Of Babel any more If from thy King thou partest thus Thou art the greater Whore Thy Bags their Portion now are meant As well as Crown and Church But when that all is gone and spent They 'll leave thee in the lurch Thou Bawd of Treason then for all Thy cursed Fornication Thou and thy Priestly Panders shall Be Carted through the Nation The Market's made the King shall treat They say and buy his own But is not this a very Cheat To set the price a Crown Alas the Members run by rote And shew us many a Feat Thus all the year they 'll vote unvote For Money Cloaths and Meat 'T is fit that they
the peace of Government are reduceable to those heads Thus not intending hereby to reproach any person particularly whatsoever I have writ This but to lay open to the world how dangerous a Government this is not onely for Monarchy but for all Governments whatsoever and that our eyes being opened we may chuse rather to endure any torment temporary then to enter into this treacherous and damnable Covenant destructive to Religion King Church Peace of all and the liberty of the subject To swear to these things as established de jure divino and to put on poor people to act treason and rebellion making them believe they are Confessors and Martyrs If this gives the Reader any satisfaction I have what I desire If he doubt of the truth of anything I hope I am able to make all here good by faithful and autnentick Records or Testimony of such as are worthy of râ—ust God save his Church our King and Realm from this Scourge and give us Peace and Truth AMEN FINIS 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 1661. A short HISTORY Of the ENGLISH REBLLION WHenas 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 publick 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'en 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 then 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 Jesuite joyn'd in hand First taught the World to say That Subjects ought to have command And Princes to obey These both agree'd 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 Buffoons Have shewn a hundred Changeling-Tricks In less then three New Moons The Devils foot is cleft men speak And so GOD knows are they The Factions rule by fits then take Their turns and run away They vote unvote 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 Sadduces 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 jan Let us thank GOD for that The Houses know not what to think The Ciâ—…'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 Priviledge Religion and the King We fought But O! the Golden Wedge That is the onely Thing There lies the Cream of all the Cause Religion is but Whig Pure Priviledge 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