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A Pritty well drest dish of petites, cook'd at Westminster, with great charge at the cost of three kingdomes also here are other delicates, which may be well tasted and digested in the pallats and p[o?]nches of royalists and loyalists.
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1674
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Wing P3323A; ESTC R42821
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A pritty well drest Dish of Petites cook'd at Westminster with great charge at the cost of three Kingdomes Also here are other Delicates which may be well tasted and digested in the Pallats and Pâ—nches of Royalists and Loyalists PRitty Parliament has it voted Pritty Preachers have you throated Charles 〈…〉 â—…wne We hope e're long the time wâ—… 〈◊〉 Your Donships shall receive your doome And the Devill his owne Pritty Ashburnham and Barkley If fame of you tell not a starke lye You make one Traytor Betwixt you at least and have out done The Devill and the Divells sonne The Agitator Pritty Synod do's it sit Voyde of grace as well of wit And make no Cannons But such as Ordinance are calld Which hath the very soules enthralld of every Manon's Now from black Tom and blacker Noll That kill and slay without controll Thereby to end us Thos. Iolley Esqr. F. S. A. From the Synods nonsence and their Treason And from their Catechistick reason Good Heaven defend us Thankes to the Right Honourable the Earle of Northumberland for his late Vote in behalfe of his MAJESTY ALL Haile brave Percy once Great Admirall We thought thee a fix'd star till thou didst fall And 〈…〉 Or dire revenge did through thee from thy Sphere And of an Angell make a Lucifer Till thou to bleating Warwick didst resigne Thy Trident thou wert th' Oceans God and mine For till that time my 〈◊〉 thoughts with thee Committed serious Idolatry And my esteeme of thee was then as high As were thy merits or thy dignity But thou wast Mortall Percy and we finde Tall Ceadars oft borne downe by populer winde Thus hurried with the crowd thou didst withdraw As the most did thy Fealty and Awe From thy dearâ— Maâ—ter who to thine and thee Shewd alwaies more of Love then Majesty Which doth improove thy guilt and makes it far More legible in too great a Character But if thy conscience hath given thee the cheeck And Israel hath conquerd Amalec If God will not thou shouldst be carried on I' the common nutry of damnation Welcome Blest Convert to thy King and God! Thy pardon 's sign'd if thou 'lt but kisse the Rod Take these impressions then my Lord let none Betray the Honour twice of Algernone Care not what poyson-whispering Say suggests Who for his ends both Law and Scripture wrests Who playes a most religious Devills part A Saint in speech a Sathan in his heart An Hipocrite in graine makes ill seeme well To whom old Nick surnamed Machiavell Achitophell or curst Iscariot These paralleld with him were each a sot Be deafe to that Damcc'd Siron here permit Him to your secrets or soules Cabinet Be not affraid of that confused Yell Which belches out Rebellion as Hell Doth Surphurs Nor dread th' usurped power Can vote 3 Kingdomes ruine in one houre Care not for what they doe or what they say What Pembrooke or your Brother Sarum Bray That fine wise Aker who do's value more His Akers then his honour do's adore Mammon for 's God or 's King though 't is well knowne What the Cecillians owe to Englands Crowne Be true to thy owne Charles and by this feate Make good thy true discent from Charles the Great Put on thy Loyall Robes and we will Saint thee A Loyall Percy is not each dayes dainty The State of England or Lilburnes Parliament WHEREIN THE HOUSE OF COMMONS ARE THE SVPREAME POWER THey the supreamest power O how good John Whence sprung this pritty new Dominion From revelation or from extasie This upstart mushrom foyst Supreamacie Call in the Heraulds John for ere we part I will rip up the bowels of their Art But I will know how and when those Dawes Grew Masters of our King our Lives our Lawes Are they not English Yes Not Subjects No Nay then I leave 'em Gentiles yet not so Can a hoarse Cobler or a Weavers Votes Create you Kings do Crownes grow in their throates I wish they would in my purse can they carry 't Upon the strength of Roast Biefe and burnt Claret If these two be th' ingredients of a King He eate him all my selfe or Marriot bring A salutation to the Londoners THe City Lanthorne quickly I 'de faine see Where is the Kings or Subjects Libertie The one in care in Caresborough captiv'd The other tonguetide manacled and gyv'de In sundry Prisons O most rare and base This is the Parliaments especiall Grace Free men of London 't is a lye ye're slaves To Westminster and worse to your owne knaves Which in the mother Saxon signifies A Servant so you all are Gregories And like to be so still unlesse the feare Of plunder more then God your soules do reare Into a posture of defence and rowse Your craft-falne spirits and cast off the drowze And lethargie has seis'd you O is night So heavy on you and this weight so light Do ye hugge your fetters and court slaverie Then take them for your paines t is fit that yee Should Still be pleasd the Cookes 'o th Parliament Know well your Dyet both what you resent And what you like but see they serve not in For the last dish Damnation for your sin Has God to pay your base and groundlesse feares Made Idols of you not Idollaters You stand like statues all you gape and mope As if you beg'd massacre or the rope Which you poore soules had reason long to feare Know you one Tompkins and one Challoner But is it not prodigious that one man Should strike and drag this great Leviathan Speed him to Green-land quickly or hee 'l spoyle The Towns whole store both of the Ribs and Oyle Thou bought'st thy slavery with thy coine and plate And shalt beg slavish bread from gate to gate Except thou stand up bravely and prevent it You and your Heires forever will repent it You shall be common Rogues and know no King That might protect you from a ruining You have been Parliament all Hackney Naggs Treason hath been supported by your baggs Knaves Fooles and Mad men that so swift did run To mischiefe and desir'd to be undone Yet for all this take courage now 's the time Alleagiance expiates all former crime Be wise and Loyall now or else thy doome Is fixd in Heaven this thy day is come Shelton Iunior or the second part of Collin Cloute a warning peice to the City of London O Cives Cives looke well to your Wives And to your God Mammon Or he that rules Hammond And all England to boot Will shortly put you to 't And for all you great brags He will crumble your baggs And for all your great hopes Will plunder your shops And make a new faire Of pure London ware And of the Religion Will make a meere Widgion Then poore Jack Presbyter Must fall with the Miter And in the conclusion Cry welcome confusion A Prophesie VVHen Mounseir Noll that Passe Partout Shall mount his Passe Vent Attended with his Rebell Rout Then London shall be shent A Prayer for all Lay-Elders LET them be grave and sollid as are blocks And let them take Nonsence for Orthodox Let jealousies possesse them day and night Let them be heavy and their Wives be light O let there alway Sects and brabling be To Vex and trouble the Presbytery Let all their sons at one and twenty yeeres Prove arrant fooles and have extended eares As large as Ceres ever gave to Cornes And be more noted then their Fathers hornes O let no sparke of modesty be scene In any of their Daughters at foreteene But let the threshold of their Fathers doore Be evermore bestriden with a Whoore And least there should want Vice to correct all Let all their Families to lewdnesse fall And let them all appeare before the King Receive their sentence face about and swing A Prayer for our Friends at Westminster YOU Mountebanks of State long may you live To take such Physick as your selves did give May you have war and may the sword destroy Your Families and may you ne're enjoy The benefits of Peace ma' ye feele the Rod And till y' have peace with'e King have none with God FINIS