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Generall Masseys Bartholomew-Fairings for Collonell Poyntz, and the London reformadoes.
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1647
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Wing G502; Thomason E404_15; ESTC R201851
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GENERALL MASSEYS Bartholomew-Fairings FOR COLLONELL POYNTZ AND THE LONDON REFORMADOES Printed in the Yeare 1647. GENERALL MASSEYES Bartholomew-Fairings FOR Collonell POYNTZ AND THE LONDON Reformadoes T Was then when as the name of Masseys Force Call'd all the idle Reformad's to Horse And drew the Bacon-eating Cavaliers By the convenient Handle of their eares To leave their pot and pipe behind and come Their Calve-skin Breeches turn'd into a Drumme T'out-stinke our streets at London when as I Being guilty found of too much honesty By two Malignants was Conscience and Reason Betray'd t'an act of Vertue then call'd Treason His brother Poyntz was strait inform'd a youth With goodly goggel eyes and large wry mouth Is sent for me He knocks at Doore Who 's there A Friend Duns I defye you all Come neere The word scarce spoke there comes one rushing in With a jolly red Nose his Buffe was o' th' same skin What could one think this was a monstrous creature buried in pearles alive whose Visage Nature Broach'd i' th' wrong place Faith I took 't for a Man Boldly I must confesse and thus began What wouldst thou Friend what brought thee to this place He answers me from th' other side of his face You are a Tub-man Sir and Rebel wee Are sent to fetch you to a new Armie Good words my Friend if you or I must bee A Rebel I some hope of Comfort see Your Mouth doth just i' th' hanging posture stand With that his Brows fierce bristles startled and I yield up Sir I le goe along with you Walke on Nay leave me in the Chamber though Good Lord you are so complemental Downe We go and both matcht up into the Towne And which way now Nay good Sir keepe the Wall Excuse me Sir Nay as I live you shall Why 't is the windy side and credit mee Your strong perfumes make my head ake Thus wee Marcht to the Round-Hall wher being straight let in Such company such smoake such stincke such dinne Such swearing did salute mee that I fell On wondring how wee came alive to Hell For this could be no lesse on every side Such sawcer-eyes appear'd such horrid wide And gaping mouthes such teeths such flounsing hair Which you might see both in the Uan and Rear Besides each horne-pipe voyce seem'd to betray Where good S. Dunstans Tongs had spoyld the way Happy the men must sight with these thought I For they shall nothing but their backs espie Six volley of Curses ' gainst Independents here Went off for entertainment and a Jeere Or two were past for Complement but I Like a brave suffering Man pass'd silent by They spent themselves about me One steps out And cryes have at the Sectaries all the rout Clap hands to th' Basket-hilt and Draw they cry Oh that we had the Independant Army by Out you damn'd Garlick-earing Rogues D' you thinke You don't already vent sufficient stinke But you must call for those whose very Name Will dye your Scarffes and Braeches of the same Three tedious houres amongst these hell hounds we Bravely endur'd when comming in we see A Scarlet Reformado who scarce yet did know Whether he against the Army fought or no Who had bin Scholler once t' our shame be 't spoken Since a young Marchant and since that time broken Then damn'd to th' service of the Rout did Hee Proffer his utmost paines to set us free I though it vex'd me any of them should Do ought which even Complement might call good Yet had not so much valour to deny Quarter though from a want wit willingly Accepting this their offer thinking then The greatest good could befall innocent men Was to bee soone accus'd With that away We went to th' Beare where a great Elder lay Where by the Captaine wee were brought before A veryer Beast then that which hung at doore A strange fat unlickt mall-fac'd fellow who Was Massey all ore head Bunch back belly too He hop'd to be an Alderman but into 's skin Beside the tallow large guts crowded in He having tun'd his pipes with six or seven Good ratling Oathes began to speak Fore Heaven Gentlemen this is strange By it is And if it were but my case as 't is his Meaning the Collonels I 'de hang you all For looke you Sir if any Body shall Abuse the Reformad's as some of you May chance and have witnesse of it too Judge me confound me if you had but don't The best amongst you should heare further on 't But oh these wrongs sat heavy on them when They should oppos'd the Army their Ills then Stuck fast and strongly to them on all parts And sent a gastly trembling through their hearts Their owne Sp'rits among them did possesse Their Coward hearts with thoughts of guiltinesse And feare of Vengeance And each good mans prayer Whose blood they sought flew strong against thē ther And 〈…〉 Collonel whom a more sordid Fate 〈…〉 so strong and fierce a hate My venerable Poyntz to whom wee owe A Jury tryall thou yet shalt grow More famous now if once my Verses can Or those my Friends can make thou shalt b' a Man Greater then Fate hath made thee if Ballets bee But capable of Immortalitie Children and Market-maids in after-times Shall see thee dreft in most vile Tunes and Rimes And Ale-houses as yet not built shall see Thy Picture pasted on their Mantle-tree Nere looke to dye thou shalt be laught at still Longer then Nashes Harvy or Triplets Gill. 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