Shades by strict commands To see once more how this poor Cuntrey stands But to our shame his grived Soul doth find Lunatick Zeal with us hath Been too kind And struck his Loving Fellow Subjects Blind He fears our Disobedience to a Prince Whom Heaven protected he can the World convince From Zealous Rage and Traytors hands long since He sees and fears that in-bread Wars are coming By Zealous Prayer created Preach'd by cunning Holy Long-winded Fervent Piows Men Who seem as innocent as the prety Wren But if well tryd we easily may find They unto none but to themselves are kind Envy all happiness but what 's their own Have humble outsides inwardly o're-grown With Pride Ambition snd Self-Interest Longing with Crounes themselves for to Invest For what is Monarchy to them that say They are all Monarch's that Zealoufly can Pray He sees foul threatnings and intestine Thunder The Plagues of Eating Swords Domestick Plunder Foretels the Fathers striking of his Suns Who without Mercy on their Old Sire runs Sees the Sons base Revenge upon the Father Who never leave till all lye dead together Friend killing Friend a Brother Fights a Brother And spares his own Blood less then any other A wake a wake I say awake be times Before your Sovls feed on such Hellish Crimes Let your own reason cleat your blinded Eyes Let sad experience banish such Tragedies And as you older are still grow more wise Beware those Monsters that have taught your Zeals First to Bethrone your Prince whom God an heals Then brings Destruction to your Publick Weals For doubtless such base Principles as these Cannot but must the Heavenly Power Displease Godfrey's fore-grived-Ghost weeps Bloody Tears Seeing you drawn by jealoufies and Fears To act those things which Murdring sorrow bears Is it so longe since that you have forgot Can you so soon wash out that Royal Spots Of Sacred Innocent Blood bring back to mind Murdring the Sire then to the Son be kind And say again your Zeal had made you blind Let not Religions Cloak your Bodies cover And under That Both Prince and Countrey Smother To make your selves more hateful and less good Then Lucifer and his Rebelliovs Brood You as a parelel to them I bring Both striving with this Difference in the thing They ' gain their Heavenly But you both ' gainst your Heaven and Earthly King But yet a King so good so sweet so great Makes all your joys and happiness Compleat Them onely are excepted that you see Fain would be Monarch's Kings as well as He. Let not your Loving Godfrey longer weep But let his weary Ghost retire to sleep Who never can have rest unless he find Your souls more Loyal to your Prince more kind Endeavouring still to immitate those Quires That with their Harps and Hearts and Sacred Lyres Sing to their Heavenly King who can alone Set whom he Pleases on an Earthly Throne ON THE DEATH Of the Protestant Joyner I. BRave Colledg is Hang'd the Chief of our hopes For pulling down Bishops and making New Popes Our dear Brother Property crawls on the Ground In Poland K Anthony ne're will be Crown'd For now they 'r resolv'd that Harts shall be Trump And the Prentises Swear they will Burn the Old Rump II. Brave Colledge both Champion and Carver of Laws Who dyed undaunted and stuck to the Cause What mischief might thou to the Godly have done Had thy dareing Soul dreaded the World to come And all thy dear Party to danger expos'd If thou to the World had thy secrets disclos'd III. But now thou art Hang'd and that fear is past Were all that's in question as safe in the Nest Then we some new means might consult or contrive To drive on our purpose to prosper or thrive But the Popish PLOT has now quite lost i'ts Name And none thy bright Blunderbush dare to maintain IV. What K but Great Colledge could er'e make a Pope Tho' he was or'e rul'd by the end of the Rope Great Colledge was certainly Jure Divino When the Tripple Crown on the Popes Heap did Shino He burnt him to ashes for pastime like Nero Then straight made a new one such Power had our Here. V. Great Colledge must certainly dye a good Martyr Being Knight of the Halter and above the Garter Our dear Brother States-man tho' bred in a Saw-pit Had Internal Genious enough to or ethrow Wit He fram'd a new Moddle to limit the K In hopes Crown and Scepter might truckle to him VI. Great Brittain ne're bred such a Brother as Colledge He made Seven Popes in his Time on our knowledg Our Signals of Crimes he put in the Popes Armes Which prudent Contrivance our Function Alarms With threats in Petition Kings Power to restrain Yet Towser and Broomstaff rides Admiral again VII Great Hanibals Conquest nor Olivers Nose Could with such small Slaughter subdue such great Foes As he in this three years with the help of our Party Hath check't our three Kingdoms and Magna Carta The Head of our Church and the Head of our Cause He would have maintain'd them by Perjury and Blows VIII He now may becall'd a third Saviour o th' Nation To save his dear Church he Renounced Salvation Like Famous Cargile he dy'd for King Jesus Defying Church Idols enough to amaze us He ty'd up together both his and our Crimes And dy'd like a Devil to damp our Designes IX Our cause toth ' Carrecter-men we must refer To Shadwell and Settle to Curtis and Carr. To know who Succeeds our Late Captain the Joyner He must be an Artist some Carver or Coyner To make our Solemnity and some New Popes On which our dependency hangs and our hopes X. But when the time comes that the Pope must be burn'd Ifear we shall finde that the Tide is much turn'd For the Tory Party hath got so much ground To Head a Rebellion there 's none will be found For now they 'r Resolved that Harts shall be Trump And the Prentices Swear they 'l burn the Old Rump XI Such a confused Monster they swear they 'l Compose Of all the Dissenters that are the Kings Foes The Baptist and Biter the Pendant and Quaker From which they will draw such a prodigious Creature More Diabolical Invective far Then all Popes Solemnity's at Temple-Barr XII Our Common-Councel le ts Summon together To Pannel pack't Jury's Let 's mak 't our endeavour For an Habeus Corpus Insists on our Power To fetch our Great Patriots out of the Tower And then we 'le Dispute the Case for Reformation And make the Provd Torys Resign us the Nation INNOCENCE UNVEIL'D OR A POEM On the Acquittal of the Lord Chief Justice SCROGS Right Honourable IMperious Bedlow and his Oaten Friend Will now begin to buckle or to bend Now I do plainly see that they are Fools They find it dang'rous meddling with Edge-Tools Justice is sharp when 't is too much abus'd Justice unjustly lately was accus'd And now what follows Scourges of the Law
And Zealous Conventiclers will amend On the Loyal Apprentices FEAST THe buisy Town grew still and Trait'rous Whigs Had lately chang'd their Looks Periwigs Lest Envy's Face behind and Sniv'ling Cant And Hectors turn'd with Loyalists to Rant I know not which it was whether They thought Some Conventicling Whores might there be brought By strict Devotion to meet a BROTHER Or whether 't was they Scented out some other Warm Zealous Game as Pasty Pudding-Pie Not Superstitious now if WHIG be by But somthing 't was made Godly'st Men o'th'Nation Back-slide a little now for Recreation And here 's a Penitential Psalm of One That tells his BRETHREN what Himself has done At LOTAL-FEAST in MERCHNT-TAYLORS-HALL ' Mongst Coxcomb-Lords and Worshippers of BAAL Whither Foolish KING and PRINCES too had sent Fat BVCKS in Sacrifice to IDOLS meant Yet ' mongst such Fools a WHIG can Eat and Drink Whilst H'one thing Speaks and doth another Think He in Deceit can mannage cunning slight Not so the Tories they must be downright And naturally are so to all Mens sight But Whigs with Reservation Speak and Write And far out-do the greatest Jesuite Well Fools we must be then the Whigs will have For their dear selves the other Sir-name Knave Then let them hav 't well give the Devil 's due Whig earns it better than Papist Turk or Jew 'T is but re-counting in PHANATICK strain The foulest Crimes and then they 're SAINT again A FALLEN STAR to day perhaps to morrow May shine like LVCIFER and from him borrow A brand or two of his Infernal LIGHT T'intoxicate poor people in the Night New Lights and new Discoveries they bring Dark-Lanthorn-Counsels how to ' buse the King Make every thing Ridiculous appear That pleases HIM or any LOYAL PEER The ROYAL FAM'LY's but a Popish Crew And Doctor Crape-Gowns are all Papists too A puny Pray'rs the best thing they can tell ye Whilest their Devotion 's fix'd upon their Belly Loyal ADDRESSES and ABHORRENCES Quoth Turn-Coat Whig are sottish Flatteries The KING delights in Parasites we see And none but Fools can in His Favour be Dissolving Parliaments deserves Damnation For keeping Publick Justice from the Nation And th' Godly Persecuted ' Lass 't is worse Than Tyranny or Arbitrary Force Popery is come already Where be we Brethren stand fast in Christian Liberty See how the Loval Beagles of the Town Flock from their Shops t' adore the Idol CROWN Those filly Curs that sometimes us'd to help 's And foll'w our keen Rebellious Bloud-hound Whelps They 're now declaring for the ROYAL CAUSE Think KINGLY BLOUD too Sacred for our Jaws Help now or never Baxter Curtis Care And all True Patriots of our Holy War The KING and COVRT can't be more odious made Strike now strike home or all our PLOT 's betraid Thus far the Whigs For here the True Sence lies Of all their Libels Rhithmes and Forgeries And yet they 're LOYAL still But ye must know 'T is with a Mental Reservation though As Brother Poet has at last confest Who if he 'd hid This Truth had spoil'd his Jest Ay we 've experienc'd well what LOYALTY Since Forty One his Brethren brood and he Are like to shew which makes us think and say Old Nick's as True and Loyal too as They. But YOU Brave Loyal YOVTHS that Fools Fops Are nick-nam'd by the Rebel-Rout Your shops Shall be Protected by the Sov'reign Charms Of CHARLES and YORK and their Victorious Arms With Heav'ns assistance win Your selves Renown Redeem the Credit of this Ancient Town Say LONDON'S ' PRENTICES have done the thing Joyn'd Zeal to GOD with Duty to the KING ON Old Doctor Wild's New POEM TO HIS Old Friend upon the New PARLIAMENT THus 't is to stand Condemn'd by rigorous Fate To the vile Plague of a Poetick Pate The Itch of Rhyming where it once does seize Becomes a more Incurable Disease Than Pox or Scurvey Harder 't is to rout WILD's Scribling humour than to Charm his Gout An Old Man's twice a Child I heard folks say But never more than when he would seem Gay And does with Jingling Hobby-horses play When sprightly Fancy's gone the doting Bungler Mounts the brisk Muse but proves an errant Fumble Gets only Puling Verse languid and thin Not to be call'd a Birth but Souterkin Sorry dull Puns and Nauseating Quibbles Worse than old Crab-i'th-wood or Belman Scribbles Just so Sir Limber-ham that scarce can crawl Will on his Venus and his Cupids call And drains Five hundred Pieces from his Purse To keep a Miss when more he wants a Nurse But tell me Reverend Songster was it fit Thy Doctorship should thus the Pulpit quit To Revel in such Babylonish Wit Thy very Friends when they thy Poem scan Say only He 's a Towardly old Man Though thou forgot'st thy Calling Age Degree This Subject sure should curb thy Levity To treat of PARLIAMENTS at such a rate In fulsom Metaphors of Billings-gate Before th' August Illustrious Senate come And straight turn up sans shame thy Aged Bum Deserves a Lash from the Black Rod at least To make th' Old Baby smart for the lewd Jest Amongst so many Olds as thou dost trace 'T is strange the Good Old Cause obtain'd no place Then Poor Dissenter bravely might Ascend Into a Pulpit from the Tables end And Hold forth Godly Sonnets to his Friend We all are Joy'd at present Face of Things And thank both Heav'ns kind Influence and the Kings ROMES Vultures nor the Gallick Cocks we fear Safe in our watchful Eagles Royal Care Yet love not to run mad and Dance the Hay As stung like thee With a Tarantula VVho e're thy greazie Tale of Pork does view Suspects thee for the By-blow of a Jew Thy Grandam when she burnt th' old Stock was cruel Not Bees but Wasps deserve to be made Fewel Good Housewives do not think her Method safe To Drive is better than to Burn by half But these Wild Sallies do too plainly show Thou dost but Cackle when thou thoughtst to Crow Treating of Richest Robes of State and Ermin Thou just like some Pot-Poets Cozen German Bethinks thee of th' own thred-bare Cloaths Vermin Then cry'st to Longlane with them-New put on Sweet Sir 't is timely thought of may 't be done But best make haste e're Ketches Wardrobe 's gone Thinkst thou VVILD as thou art such Language meet T' approach the Soveraign Legislative Seat Pardon Great Senate that his Phrensy drew Me to the Rudeness here of naming You. The haughtiest Subjects tremble when they come To your Just Barr and dread th' Impartial Doom Fair Copy of Heavens Policy the same Idaea that rules the Vniversal Frame VVhere Nobles as the Fixed Stars do shine In Honours Firmament And Rays Divine From Reverend Fathers of the Church are spread To strike both Schism and Superstition dead Next Sages of the Law as Planets trace Their Circuits to enliven in each place Those needful ACTS which here are fram'd and deal Distributive Justice for
gain their Prince's Love I 'de sooner lose a Limb from th' Monument fly Endure the worst of Torments till I dye Then willingly deserve my Kings displeasing Eye London on thee all slourishing joys descend Heaven's bless the Government and Governors to the end Unanimous to agree your Soveraign to defend The Man that burnt Diana's Temple down Did it on purpose a Villain to be Crown'd Mongst Rogues Damn'd Rogues he got Renown How many thousands are there in the Nation Meer Knaves but Saints in private Congregation Loves Monarchy with mental Reservation The Gods rebuke the Error of the Age Let moderation Tumultuous men asswage But hang all those against their King engage Let all dissenting Brothers Love the King To the Church Unite 't is a goodly thing With Brethren to agree and with Te Deum sing Heaven's bless his Majesty with Plenty Joy and Peace To all that love the King Heavens give increase Confound his Foes to pray I nere will cease Non est Lex justior ulla Quam Necis Artifficis Arte perire sua THE MEAL TUBB PLOT GOod Heraclitus le ts have no quarrel Sing you of the Tap I 'll sing of the Barrel And neither laugh nor cry for the Lawrel Which no Body can deny A Fig for your Tap or your Cork Do but bring here A barrel of empty Reports Mr. Singer You shall see we can broach them with a wet Finger Which no body c. I 'll not meddle with Barrels of Ale and Bear For should they work again we may fear Too quick a return o' th' Platonick Tear Which no Body c. A Pox of your Barrels full of French 'T is a sort of an ominous Bloody Drench And full of dispute as an Oyster Wench Which no Body c. Give me that Miraculous Lasting Joke O' th Barrel of Meal that Blinded the Folk Fill'd every Mans Mouth and yet every Man spoke Which no Body c. It made more noise and was more hot Than all those Barrels I had forgot That had their heads in the Gunpowder-Plot Which no Body c. Some say it was the very same Where Byter John the first of the Name Vented such store of Smoak and Flame Which no Body c. I think indeed they hit the Nail For 's Notes were found within the Meal Wherewith the Discoverer wip'd his Tayl. Which no Body c. Regulus but for the spoiling the Leaven The Barrel full of Spikes had driven And rowl'd the Rogue downward to Heaven Which no Bedy can deny A DIALOGUE Between the Ghosts of the two last Parliaments at their Interview Fuimur Troes Westminster Ghost 's Advice FRom deepest Dungeon of Eternal Night The Seats of Horror Sorrow Pains and Spight I have been sent to tell your tender Youth A Seasonable and Important Truth I feel but oh too late that no Disease Is like a Surfeit of Luxurious Ease And of all other the most tempting things Are too much Wealth and too Indulgent Kings None ever was Superlitively ill But by Degrees with Industry and Skill And some whose meaning hath at first been fair Grow Knaves by use and Rebells by Despair My time is past and yours will soon begin Keep the first Blossoms from the blast of Sin And by the Fate of my Tumultuous ways Preserve your self and bring Serener days The busy subtile Serpents of the Law Did first my mind from Due obedience draw While I did limits to the King prescribe And look for Oracles that canting Tribe I chang'd true Freedom for the name of Free And grew Seditious for Variety All that oppos'd me were to be accus'd And by the Law Illegally abus'd The Robe was summon'd M d in the head In Legall Minder none so deeply read I brought him to the Barr where once he stood Stain'd with the yet unexpiated Blood Of the Brave Strafford when three Kingdoms rung With his Accumulated Hackney Tongue Prisoners and Witnesses were waiting by These had been taught to Swear and those to die And to expect their Arbitrary Fates Some for ill faces some for good Effates To fright the people and alarm the Town Bedlo and Oates Employ'd the Reverend Gown But while the Trebble Mitre bore the blame The Nings Three Crowns were their Rebellious Aim I seem'd and did but seem to fear the Guards And took for mine the B and the W. Antimonarchick Hereticks of State Immortall Atheists Rich and Reprobate But above all I got a little Guide Who every Foard of Villany had try'd None knew so well the Old pernicious way To Ruin Subjects and make Rings obey And my small Jehu at a furious Rate VVas driving Eighty back to Fourty Eight This the King knew and was resolv'd to bear But I mistook his patience for his fear All that this happy Island cou'd afford VVas sacrific'd to my Voluptuous board In his whole Paradise one only Tree He had Excepted by a strict Decree A Sacred Tree which Royall fruit did bear Yet it in pieces I conspir'd to tear Beware my Child Divinity is there This so out did all I had done before I cou'd attempt and He Endure no more My unprepar'd and unrepenting Breath VVas snatch'd away by the swift hand of Death And I with all my Sins about me hurld Toth ' utter Darkness of the Lower VVorld A Dreadfull place which you too soon will fee If you believe Seducers more then me Nitimur in Vetitum Oxford Ghost HAil great prophetick spirit who cou'd see Through the dark glass of ripening time what we Too true have found and now too late complain That thou great Spirit shoud'st foretell in vain Full well and Faithfully did'st thou advise Had we been modestly and timely wise Free may you rang'e said'st thou through every Field And what else more Luxurious Gardens yield Is thine what e're may please what e're delight The weakest stomach nicest appetite Of all the plenty of so Vast a store One thing forbidden is one and no more By late and sad Experience of what 's past Probatum est ipse Dixit Do not tast Swift Ruins there and sure Destruction How great a Truth had it in time been known WESTMINSTER GHOST VAin empty nothing that were lately all How just and how unpitty'd is thy Fall Well worthy of the Horrours of this place That wou'd no warning take by my disgrace Glutted with Plenty surfeited with Peace Weary of Blessings sick of to much ease Mad restless Troublers of our Israel Who wou'd not quiet be when things went well Of severel base designes meer manag'd Tools Rash unadvis'd incorrigible Fools Brisk Hotspurs inconsideratly bold By much too violent and too hot to hold Zeal flew as if 't had been to run a Race Duty and reason cou'd not keep it's pace Insensible Regardless of my Fate Dull Phrygian Sages wise when 't is too late You liv'd and then you had an easy way To have provided ' gainst the Evill day Who wou'd not then be timely wise forbear Your vain
to heal Our Breaches VVhy did the Commons house Address And move the King that hee 'd Release The Villain from the Marshalseas And Gratis And prethe Jack did'st never hear The famous Speech of Noble Peer Stuft with true protestants and bare Fac'd Treason VVhy were so many Thousands Spread That every post Town packets had VVithout one penny for 'em paid Th' Reason Why did the perjur'd Jury Save The little Elephantine Knave And on the Bills back side Engrave Ignoramus Jurys are now a Town Tropan A Tory Trap they know their Man This Jack we plainly say nor can You Blame us Why did you stickle Tooth and Nayl The penall Statutes to repeal When you your selves wou'd never deal Such Measure But did inhumanly impose On all you Judg'd Dissenting Foes Heavy Mulcts and heavier Blows At Pleasure Why did the Knights and Burgers Vote No Man shou'd lend the King a Groat Tho' good Security were brought And Royal But oh that Brittain's Majesty Is never to be trusted why Confounded Jack was that said I Defyall VVhy do you suffer Janeway And Curtis factious Lyes to say And Hireling Care the Devills Ama Nuensis VVhy doth the Packet of Advice And protestant true Mercuries Scare Folks with weekly Forgeries To Frenzies And yet you Easily can spy In Rogers works state Heresy And Popery and all in He Raclitus Jack if you will these Scruples weigh And any thing in answer say To Query once again it may Invite us THE Geneva Litany FRom the Tap in the Guts of the Honourable Stump From which runs Rebellion that stinks like the Rump On purpose to leaven the Factious Lump Libera nos Domine From him that aspires as high as the Crown And vows to pull Copes and Cathedrals down Fit only to govern the World in the Moon Libera nos From the Prick-ear'd Levite that can without pain Swear black into white then deny it again Whose Name did design him a Villain in Grain Libera nos From his Black-Bills and Pilgrims with Sticks in their hands That came to make up a Religions Band Then Ravish our Wives and Inhabit our Land Libera nos From the Mouth of the City that never gives o'r To complain of Oppressions unheard-of before And yet for his Letchery will not quit score Libera nos From the Cent per Cent Scriv'ner and every Statetrick That rails at Intemp'rance who yet will not stick To clear a young Spend thrift's Estate at a lick Libera nos From the Force and the Fire of the Insolent Rabble That wou'd hurl the Government into a Babel And from the nice Fare of the Mouse-starver's Table Libera nos From the Elder in New-street that does Goggle and Cant Then turns up his Whites to nose it and pant And at the same time plays Devil and Saint Libera nos From Jenkin's Homilies drawn through the Nose From Langley Dick Baldwin and all such as those And from Brawny Settles his Poem in Prose Libera nos From a Surfeit occasion'd by Protestant Feasts From Sedition for Sawce and Republicks for Guests With Treason for Grace-Cup and Faction the rest Libera nos From the Conscience of Cits resembling their Dames That in Publick are Nice but in private so Tame That they 'l not stick out for a Touch of that Same Libera nos From the blind Zeal of all Democratical Tools From Whigland and all its Anarchical Rules Devised by Knaves and Imposed on Fools Libera nos From the late Times Reviv'd when Religion was gain And Church-Plate was seiz'd for Reliques Prophane Since practic'd by Searching Sir William again Libera nos From such Reformation where Zealots begun To preach Heaven must by firm Bulwarks be won And Te Deum sung from the mouth of a Gun Libera nos From Parliamentarians that out of their Love And Care for His Majesty's Safety wou'd prove The securest way were His Guards to remove Libera nos From Sawcy PETITIONS that serve to inflame us From all who for ASSOCIATION are famous From the Devil the Doctor and the Damn'd IGNORAMUS Libera nos THE Norwich Litany DEfend us from all Popish Plots That so the People Pray And eke also from Treacherous Scots As bad or worse then they From Parliaments long Rumps and Tails From House of Commons Furies Defend us eke from Protestant Flayls And Ignoramus Jurys Protect us now and evermore From a white sheet and Proctor And from that noble Peer brought or'e The Salamanca Doctor A Doctor with a witness sure Both in his rise and fall His Exit almost as Obscure As his Original Designs and Dangers far Remove From this Distressed Nation And damn the Trayterous model of The new Association And may the prick Ear'd party that Have coyn Enough to Cupboard Forbear to shiver an Estate And splinters mount for Hobart From Sixteen self conceited Peers Protect our Soveraign still And from the damn'd Petitioners For the Exclusive Bill Guard Heav'n great Charles and his Estate ' Gainst Tony upon Tony And from a House of Commons that Will give the King no Money From those that did Design and Laugh At Tangier in Distress And were Mahometans worse by half Then all the Moors at Fez. From such as with Usurping hand Drive Princes to Extreams Confound all their Devices and Deliver Charles and James But may the Beauteous youth come home And do the thing that 's fit Or I must tell that Absolom He has more Hair then Wit May he be wise and soon Expel Th' old Fox th' old fawning Elf The time draws nigh Achitophel Will make away himself This Jury I 've impanell'd here Of honest Lines and true Whom you 'l I doubt at Westminster Find Ignoramus too THE Loyall Litany FRom a new Modell'd Jesuit in a Scotch Bonnet With a Mass undersleeve and a Covenant on it From Irish Sedition blown out of French Sonnet Libera nos Domine From conspiring at Joes and Cabballing at Mews From Sir Guts holy Tub of uncircumcis'd Jews From Gibbet and Halter which will be their Dues Libera nos From a Parliament Man rak'd out of the Embers From Knights that haunt Counters and Lunatick Members From Presbyters Januarys and Papists Novembers Libera nos From hugging a Witch and consulting the Devil From Welch Repermates which are somthing uncivil From the Touch of a Scot to cure the Kings Evil Libera nos From the Mutinous Clamours of such as raise Fears From those that wou'd set us together by the Ears Who still for the shipwrack of Monarchy stears Libera nos From Rebellion wrapt up in an humble petition From the crafty Intrigues of an old Politician From a Geneva Divine and a Staffords Physitian Libera nos From serving great Charles as his Father before Disinheriting York without why or wherefore And from such as Absaloms folly adore Libera nos From Denying the King that which is his Right From Cashiering of Members for faults very Light From the Troublesom Searches of a Monyless Knight Libera nos From Libelling the Government and Actions of
the Publick weal. Then COMMONS as full Constellations joyn And their Wise Councels solemnly Combine VVhilst Sacred Majesty incircled round VVith Native Glory as the Sun is found Beaming his Acts of Grace so free and bright That all from Him borrow both Heat and Light Healing Assembly whensoe're you meet The Peoples Choice and the KINGS Wishes greet Their Liberties His Honour You mantain O let them ne'r be Differenc'd again In his own proper Orb let each Star move Not Jostling those Below nor them Above Let no False Fires their dazling Beams display Nor upstart Meteors interrupt your way All Your Debates lot Moderation Calm And Your Results become the Nations Balm Those little Foxes that the Land Defile And seek our Vine and Tender Grapes to spoil Unkennel them and let ROMES Conclave see In vain they PLOT whilst You our Guardians be May Heaven all Your Consultations Bless And all Good Men pray for your wisht Success But our Old Buisie Rhymer we shall lose Who Hawks and Kites and blind Buzzards pursues Vntil at last like a Bewildred Jolt-head His Muse has all her Borrowed Feathers moulted Age makes all stoop How fast the Man descends Commences Doctor and Poor Robin Ends. SCANDAL PROOF OR AN Heroick Poem On the Renowned Champions of the Good Old Cause Inpudent Dick Janeway and the rest of the Factious Tribe COme on ye Scribling Rebels of the Age Come on I say advance upon the Stage Arm'd with Phanatick Malice Zeal and Rage Display your Merits to the Publick View Tell'em'tis You 'r their Champion none but You Dare Counter-Plot the Popish Plotting Crew Faith 't was great pity there was not a Tryal Between that pack of Priests who did deny all And You Phanatick Scriblers who Belly-all I mean that Zealous Sanctified Gang Comus and Hal-Old Elephant and Lang who precious Saints no doubt in time may Hang. And make as Fine a Show as Whitebread did VVith th' other precious four whose Souls are fled Into another World yet 't was unkind To leave such Holy Brethren thus behind Without Directions where their Friends to find Alas poor Harmless Devils what a Pother They make to Troop so hasty after th' other Who dy'd great Rogues yet ne'r deny'd their Trade As you do who their Mistery Invade Proving your selves Jesuits in Masquerade I Laugh to see how you 'd the World deceive If they would all your Lying Tricks believe As how you'rth ' only Men that stand i' th' Gap There to repel th' approaching Thunder-Clap Of Popery which Threatens all the Nation With no less than a Total Inundation Unless prevented by your Reformation This is a precious hopefull Age no doubt When such an Impious Daring Rebel Rout Such Wretched Tools as You shall undertake A Reformation in the Church and State Yet 't is but what we must expect from You Who in plain Terms to give the Devil his due Pretend to Love the King but hate him too Among the rest of this Phanatick Knot Of Factious Whigs Faith I had quite forgot To mention that Fgregious Rascal Dick That Wondrous Lying Son of Damn'd Old Nick Impartial Rakehell whose Romantick Skill Excells the other Lying Knights o' th' Quill So like a Janus does Dick Janeway look We see his Double Face in every Book In which wee 'r Weekly Plagu'd with 's Impudence Offensive to all Loyal men of Sense Who hate both Dick and 's Damn'd Impertinence Well then go on thou Cursed Rogue in Grain Proceed to Write in thy own Lying Strain 'T is Meritorious thou deserv'st Applause By Propping up the Sinking Damn'd Old Cause Which not prevented Ruins the King Laws Go tell th'awaken'd World but 't is in vain You Love alas you Lye Great Charles his Raign How canst thou Love the King or can your Brood Of Whigs when Treason Taints your Soul Blood Ye Damn'd Antipodes to all that 's good But Thou amongst the rest art such a Fool Poor Silly Rogue They use thee for a Tool A certain necessary Implement To Print and own the Lyes that they Invent A Foppish Brazen Fool that 's led Astray By every Cunning Whig that shews the way With what Officious Care thou Plagu'st thy Brains To get the Name of Villain for thy pains Like that Inglorious Rogue that set on Flame Diana's Temple which to the Villains shame He only did to gain a Carsed Fame Such is thy Cursed Care thou damned Fop Whose Pate more sit for Scullens Broom or Mop Merits the Glorious Name of busie Sot And Calves-Head-like deserves to go to Pot. Thou Dull Insipid Coxcomb worse then Beast What Guts and Garbidge hath thy Brains possest To make thy Scribling Whelpship so Uncivil So unlike man and so much like the Devil Sure thou' rt the Spawn of some Ill Natur'd Gipsy Got in a Barn perhaps where each was Tipsy Hatcht up with th' noise of Tory Rory Randy The pure effects of Ale and Beer and Brandy And ever since thou 'st been the Devils Imp Diffenters Bully and Phanaticks Pimp A perfect Staulking Horse unto all those That Hate the King and Love the Kingdoms Foes A Drudging Journy-man a Slave to th' Pope Next Heir in Law to the Heer Van Ketch his Rope One whom the Devil for his Excellent Work Is more beholding to then Pope or Turk Mayst thou at length receive thy Merits Due As Ample as the Popish Plotting Crew So Janeway fare thee well until I see Thy Rogueship made St. Dick at Tyburn Tree Fitz-Harris HIS Farwell to the WORLD OR A TRAYTORS Just Reward FArwell great Villain and unpittied Lie Instead of Tears drawn from a tender Eye Ten thousand Traytors like Fitz-Harris dye Unhuman Monster to the World ingrate An Enemy to the King the Church and State Hadst thou been starv'd 't had been too kind a Fate His Crimes were horrid infamous and base Deserves a total extinct of his Race Banish his Name unto some dismal place What 's worse than injuring Sacred Majestie For which he suftered on the fatal Tree May all men suffer for such Loyalty England may then be glad with Triumph sing When all her Foes are vanisht with a string The Golden Age from Halcion-days will spring Those Wolves that Plot Protestant Lambs to Gull May Heaven obstruct the Engines of their Scull Give them of Tyburn Lord their Belly full Hot-headed Youths have been seduc'd of late Beyond their Wits talk of the Affairs of State Obedience learn to avoid Fitz-Harris Fate Those publick Libellers with Zeal and heat With some unheard of Novels dayly Treat If they write falsly tie them from their Meat Tell th' Ambitious they Fools strive in vain To undermine a Crown King Charles will Reign To be true and honest is the safest Gain I hope to see Justice at Tyburn done If so some hundreds may have Cause to run Give them what they deserve their Thread is spun Bid proud petitioners good Advice approve Make an Address and in one Body move With all humility t'