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The charter a comical satyr / written by an unknown hand.
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1682
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Wing C3722; ESTC R5654
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THE CHARTER A Comical Satyr Writtten by an Unknown Hand Rumpatur quisquis rumpitur invidia Mart. Epig. LONDON Printed for Alex. Banks Anno Domini 1682. The Charter A Comical SATYR Fire Fire Fire Help All 's in Flames Pray come for the Lords sake of Three Names Sons of Committee-men and Sequestrators Old Rebels and new Associators Call the Cashier'd Officers and Justice Whose Mettle like to be eat with Rust is Step to the Synagogue and Jenkins Pew Call all the Gentiles and the Jew For such Wild-fires are amongst us thrown Worse then the Jesuits 't will burn's quite down A damn'd Fire-ball call'd Quo Warranto Will bring all our hopes to Acheronto AS Sampson's Strength up in his Hair was ty'd Rebellions Strength was in the Charter hid Late in a Trumpet Treason every Punk Could speak now't must be whisper'd through a Trunk By Charter Brother Traytor we could free Now there 's no Priviledge for Perjury Next time my Lord beware the Medal-house Though we 'd be damn'd for 't we can't save your souse We 've done as much for you as men could do Ventur'd our Souls and lost our Charter too And is that all Come ben't crest-fall'n make shift And bear up I 'le help you at a dead lift Something may yet be done though we daren't touch On Meal-Tub Plots lest caught i' th' Bolting-hutch How says your Lordship for your Honour 's free Capital Member of our Company And you know well 't is out of Fashion For Tradesmen to sink in Desperation Methinks though we broke at State for Sins We may drive our old Trade of Cony-skins And Kid-knapping Sell Brock and Dog skin-Muff And country Captains Cheat with Horse-skin-Buff We must imploy our Talents still devise A hundred Prod'gies and Prodigious Lyes The Hook of Popery won't take small Fish now fy on 't The French have quite marr'd all The Whore of Babylon and Antchrist He hath ground to powder and spoil'd our Grist Who would have thought that Vnchristian King Would stop our Mouths with such a Christian thing But yet we 'l sigh and groan and shake the head In time Rebellion may be brought to Bed With good Midwifery and the good Wives aid To whom such Tales as these must still be said How a Child spoke as soon as born we 'll tell Perhaps before to ears that could hear well Tell Nothern-men how Six Suns did appear At once i' th South to Southern Eight Moons there Then for a touch of Prophecies we 'l say The Isle O Brazeel but the other day Appear'd to a good Master of a Ship Where an old woman that gave Death the slip E're since the Deluge told him that the Time Of the Saints Government was now at Prime Down goes Baalam Ashteroth and Dagon Down goes Bell and then up goes the Dragon But now let 's gybe the Sail and catch the Wind And make a Tack to fetch you up behind There was a time they say since the world stood You had a Charter never to be good Have you forgot your Routs and Ryots when You forc't the best of Kings and best of Men To fly from 's Royal Palace and betake Himself to Forest-shelter and the brake When the Divine Magicians of your Town Chang'd you to Wolves and Dogs to hunt him down Have you forgot how you the Queen did force And High-born Issue to a sad Divorce From their Royal Father Have you forgot How you made th' Crown and Miter go to pot First Clamour then Petition Last you bring Rebellion a compleat Sin-Offering Say Obediah tell me if you please Had you a Charter for such Tricks as these Once more Beloved Have you forgot when Drums Beat up for Bankrupt and Religious Thrums When Hungry Levites and starv'd 'Prentices Sally'd from their dark Cells and Penthouses And like the Plagues of Aegypt spread all o're Some for to stench us all for to devour Have you forgot how you did Stab the King And Church with Bodkin Thimble Spoon and Ring And like the Indians prostitute your selves For th' Develish Idol of your Cause and Elves Say Annanias tell me if you please Had you a Charter for such Tricks as these Surely the Act of Amnesty is spilt On those claim Pardon won't renounce the Guilt A Realm divided ' gainst it self can't stand Nor City if by such as You 't were man'd In vain are Oaths and Witnesses if th' Shreive Can pack a Jury that will not believe The Pope and Conclave sure have chang'd their Nests And took their Quarters up within your Breasts Their High Prerogatives to you resign'd Can Damn the Innocent and Saint the Fiend Or else your Conscience and Religion Are inspir'd with Mahomet's Pidgeon A Race of Chequer-work that 's intertext With the worst Christian and worst Jew mixt A kind of circum-uncircumcised kind Can Swear the Body and not Swear the Mind As Senators for to get in must Swear Then keep their first vow to depose the Heir And all this 's done by virtue of the Bull Of Magna Charta and a Tub-pulpit-full Sons of Oedipus we know you enough The mark of Cain is graven on your Brow Not for the Churches nor for the Crown-Land But for the Twelve Apostles 't is you stand St. Paul for London St. Peter for Rome Judas for th' Suburbs till the day of Doom 'T is not the first time you have shew'd your Leige How you hate Idols but love Sacriledge 'T is hard to say to whom we 're most in Debt To the Jesu or to the Judas-it Lyons and Vnicorns support our Arms But these are th' Beasts that do support our Harms Now to the Quo Warranto we must plead Help P. W. T. lend 's all your aid For if that be lost we 're all Bewray'd O Divine Charter It would burst our heart If th' Ark from Israel should thus depart But don't bring Pleas as vast as th' Book of Martyr To Obstruct Justice and prolong your Charter Speak to th' point good Brother what canst say To keep this Charter ever and for ay Please You my Lord our Charter 's Sacred made By Grants so many none can it invade Of Twenty Kings and Senats hath the Seal The Pope had more before he did Rebell Against the Law of God and of the King He was confiscate for the self-same thing The Law 's the rule of Peace it doth not jar â—â—'t self 't hath no Repugnance nor War If Kings themselves can't give their Crowns away Then Kings by Law can't Themselves betray Look you Brother here you have misus'd Your Charter and the Known Laws abus'd Ryots and Routs You that should them suppress You have promoted to a great excess You have pick'd Juries pack'd them for your Cause And this destroys the Fundamental Laws You that should Schism and Faction quell support Vnlawful Meetings and to them resort What shall I say of Oaths You Allegiance Swear To day to morrow would expel the Heir VVhose Crimes beyond all Presidents