Bentwizle That a Round-fart is better then a stinking fiezle Have patience Gentlemen quoth Sir Francis Bacon There 's none of us all but may be mistaken Why right quoth the great Attorney I confesse The Eccho of ones is remedilesse The old Earle of Bristol's Verses on an Accommodation THe Parliament cryes Arme the King sayes No The New Lieutenants cry Come on let 's go The Citizens and Roundheads cryes So so The People all amaz'd cryes Where 's the Foe The Scots that stand behind the Door cryes Boe Peace Stay awhile and you shall know The King stands still faster than they can go If that the King by force of Armes prevail He is invited to a Tyranny If that by power of Parliament he fail We heap continual Warre on our Posterity Then he that is not for Accommodation Loves neither God nor Church nor King nor Nation The Rump's Hypocricy WE fasted first then pray'd that War might cease When Praying would not serve we paid for Peace And glad we had it so and gave God thanks Which made the Irish play the Scotish Pranks Is there no God let 's put it to a Vote Is there no Church some Fools say so by rote Is there no King but Pym for to assent What shall be done by Act of Parliament No God no Church no King then all were well If they could but Enact there were no Hell The Parliaments Hymnes O Lord preserve the Parliament And send them long to reign From three years end to three years end And so to three again Let neither King nor Bishops Lord Whilst they shall be alive Have power to rebuke thy Saints Nor hurt the Members five For they be good and godly men No sinfull path they tread They now are putting Bishops down And setting up Round-head From Holdsworth Bromrigge and old Shute Those able learned Scholars Good Lord deliver us with speed And all our zealous Followers From Fielding and from Vavasour Both ill affected men From Lunsford eke deliver us That eateth up Children Thy holy Burton Bastwick Lord keep them in thy Bosome Eke him that hath kept out the King Worshipfull Sir John Hotham Put down the King and Hartford Lord And keep them down for aye Thy chosen Pym set up on high And eke the good Lord Say For Warwick wee beseech thee Lord Be thou his strong defence Holland Brooks and S shield And eke his Oxcellence For B and K to That are both wise and stout Who have rebuk'd the King of late And his ungodly Rout. Once more we pray for Parliament That they may sit secure And may their Consultations From Age to Age endure Let all the Godly say Amen And let them Praises sing To God and to the Parliament And all that hate the King The Round-heads Race I Will not say for the Worlds store The World 's now drunk for did I The Faction which now reigns would roare But I will swear 't is giddy And all are prone to this same Fit That it their Object make For every thing runs Round in it And no form else will take To the Round-Nose Peculiar is The Ruby and the Rose The Round-lip gets away the Kisse And that by Favour goes The Round-beard for Talke of State Carry it at the Club The Round-Robin by a like fate Is Victor in the Tubb Hanworths Round-block speak pollicy The Round-hose Riches draw The Round-heads for the Gospell bee The Round Copes for the Law Tom his Round Garbe so rules all o're The pox take him for mee That e're lookes for square dealing more And hears an health to thee On the Queens Departure UP up wrong'd Charls his friends what can you be Thus Mantled In a stupid Lethargie When all the world 's in Arms and can there be Armies of Fears abroad and none with thee Breath out your souls in sighs melt into tears And let your griefs be equal to your fears The Sphaeres are all a jarring and their jarres Seems counter-like to Calculate the Starres The Inferior Orbes aspire and do disdain To move at all unlesse they may attain The highest Room our Occedentall Sunne Eclips'd by Starres forsakes his Horizon Bright Cinthia too they say hath hid her face As 't were Impatient of her Sol's disgrace And our fears tell us that unlesse the Sunne Lend us his beams again the World will run Into another Chaos where will be Nought but the cursed Fruits of Anarchie Sedition Murder Rapine and what 's worse None to Implore for Aid Oh here 's the Curse But stay ye Starres what will ye wish to bee More Sunns then one will prove a Prodigie To afright the Amazed World will ye be-night That glorious Lamp that Fountain of all light Will none but Sol's own Chaire please your desire Take heed bold Stars you 'le set the world on fire Pyms Anarchy ASk me no more why there appears Dayly such troopes of Dragooners Since it is requisite you know They rob cum privilegio Ask me no more why th' Gaole confines Our Hierarchy of best divines Since some in Parliament agree T is for the Subjects Liberty Ask me no more why from Blackwall Great tumults come into Whitehall Since it 's allow'd by free consent The Priviledge of Parliament Ask me not why to London comes So many Musquets Pikes and Drums Although you fear they 'll never cease 'T is to protect the Kingdoms peace Ask me no more why little Finch From Parliament began to winch Since such as dare to hawk at Kings Can easie clip a Finches wings Ask me no more why Strafford's dead And why they aim'd so at his head Faith all the reason I can give 'T is thought he was too wise to live Ask me no more where 's all the Plate Brought in at such an easie rate They will it back to th' Owners bring In case it fall not to the King Ask me not why the House delights Not in our two wise Kentish Knights There Counsell never was thought good Because it was not understood Ask me no more why Lesley goes To seize all rich men as his foes Whilst Country Farmers sigh and sob Yeomen may beg when Kings do rob Ask me no more by what strange sight Londons Lord Maior was made a Knight Since there 's a strength not very far Hath as much power to make as mar Ask me no more why in this Age I fing so sharp without a Cage My answer is I need not fear Since England doth the burden bear Ask me no more for I grow dull Why Hotham kept the Town of Hull This answer I in brief do sing All things were thus when Pym was K To my Lord B. of S. he being at York My Lord WHen you were last at London 't was our fear Lest the same Rout which threatned Majesty Might strike at you 't is but the same Career To aime at Crowns and at the Miter fly For still the Scepter and the Crosier staffe Together fall ' cause they 're together
stuff The Devil is tyr'd and Hell hath laugh'd enough The world descryes the Cheat 't is quickly known They no Faith hate who have Resolv'd on None These may not fight that is the King you 'd have Tamely forsake his Crown and be your Slave His Easier Subjects long agoe you gat All who approv'd your Baite and swallow'd that Indeed Discerning souls the snare forsook And through the Wave did still descry the Hook But yet so close designs were cast about Your Race was half runne e're the King set out Yet you complain and guilty fears do gnaw Lest you should scanted be for Space and Law Conscious though you your cause did forward meet Its Guilt and Sin hangs Plummets at its feet Are not the Jews Walloones the Turks and all meet Whom from as Diff'rent Gods as Lands you call An Army strong to keep the cause in heart But that the King must with His Subjects part Can no Accession so much safety send But you will Dread Him still before you end Sometimes at Ebbes his God doth let Him stand That so the Rescue may declare His hand But what you hope may make the King's side pause Is what he writes about the Penall Laws Poor shallow souls I deem it one from hence To forfeit Loyalty and forfeit Sence Shall such as wast their Blood be quite debarr'd And kept without the Pale from all Reward Shall fame report shall after Ages tell So just a King regards not who do dwell But you pretend this was a State-Decree Nor without Pow'r which made may cancel'd be The King nev'r sayes it shall but cannot doubt That when his God hath brought his work about And shifted Jarres and Tumults into Ease And set him ' midst his Counsell in High peace Their joynt united suffrage will think fit To give this Act or something Great as it But see His Pardon then to Ireland came Wild Rebells offers he not you the same He holds still out the same fresh chearfull Ray You shut your Windows and exclude the Day Embrace the shine or else expect the stroak The Flint the Sun ne're melts at last is broke But now the Flood-gates opâ— and a free â—luce â—ets in all sencelesse Doctrines and wild use And by Comparing what 's said long agoe Finds Disproportion in the King's Acts now His past Resolves it up to Present brings His Vowes to Vowes and Things to combate Things A Different face throughout and a fresh Scene Succeed and all his Acts seem shifted clean Weak men who are depriv'd by Guilt or chance Of all the lights of Common Circumstance That have unlearn't that Actions shift their Face And daâ—e their worth from Persons Time and Place And sundry such from whose Neglâ—cts appear Acts as Sinnes there which are Try'd Virtues here For instance then oâ—t as the King reflects His Oath 's enjoyn His People he protects Which Oathes extent and Circuit we may view Spread ore th' Five Execrable Members too Yet far as 't them concerns that Chain is broke That Oath left Him because they leâ—t His Yoake Now of this Pitch and Size do still appear All Aiery Scruples which are started there The King Declared He thought you meant no ill Say would you have the King Declare so still Allow but Different Circumstance and we Find all your Scandalls will his Glories be Now as the worst things have some things of stead And some Tâ—ades treasure Jewells in their Head So doth this Libels womb Girt and contain What though it compasse Round it cannâ—t stain Lines of so cleare yet â—o Majestick straine A most Transparent yet a close-wove Veine Which when we reach its Sense we may descry We see more by its Light then our own Eye So Phoebus when the Cloud and Night is done Lends us his Light to know he is the Sunne Yet this expressive clearnesse is but barke An Out-side Sunne which guards us from the dark Here the Bright Language shuts in Brighter sense Rich Diamonds sleep within a Crystall Fence Gemmes of that rate to Tully they 'd appear Fit purchase for his Critick Senates Ear And their whole Shine in a full Lustre tends To God His Conscience Consort and his Friends THE CLOSE No winding Characters no secret Maze Could so perplex but they have found their wayes They thred the Labyrinth and what to do Whe'r tends the Guide what purchase in this Clew Rash Alexander forc't King Gordius Knot And so in hand found he a Rope had got A New Diurnal of Passages more Exactly drawn up then heretofore Printed and Published 't is order'd to be By Henry Elsing the Clerk of the P. 1 June 1643. Since many Diurnals for which we are griev'd Are come from both Houses and are not believ'd The better to help them for running and flying We have put them in Verse to Authorize their lying For it has been debated and found to be true That lying's a Parliament Priviledge too And that they may the sooner our Conquests rehearse We are minded to put them in Galloping Verse But so many Maim'd Souldiers from Reading there came That in spight of the Surgeons make our Verses go lame We have ever us'd Fictions and now it is known Our Poverty has made us Poetical grown Munday On Munday both Houses fell into debate And were likely to fall by the ears as they sate Yet would they not have the businesse decided That they as the Kingdom is might be divided They had an intention to Prayers to go But Ex tempore Prayers are now Common too To Voting they fall and the key of the work Was the raising of Money for the State and the Kirk 'T is only Free-loan yet this Order they make That what Men would not lend they should Plunder and take Upon this the word Plunder came into their minds And all of them did labour a new one to find They call'd it distraining yet thought it no shame To persist in the Act which they blusht for to name They Voted all Persons from Oxford that came Should be apprehended and after the same With an Humble Petition the King they request He 'd be pleas'd to return and be serv'd like the rest A Message from Oxford conducing to Peace Came next to their hands that Armes might cease They Voted and Voted and still they did vary Till at last the whole sence of the House was contrary To reason they knew by their Armes they might gain What neither true reason nor Law can maintain Cessation was Voted a dangerous Plot Because the King would have it both Houses would not But when they resolv'd it abroad must be blowne To baffle the World that the King would have none And carefully muzled the mouth of the Press Least the truth should peep through their jugling dress For they knew a Cessation would work them more harmes Than Essex could do the Cavaliers with his Arms. While they keep the Ships and the Forts in their hand They may be Traytors
Like a Scotch Mark where the more modest sense Checks the loud phrase and shrinks to 13. pence Like to an Ignis fatuus whose flame Though sometimes tripartite joynes in the same Like to nine Taylors who if rightly spell'd Into one man are Monosyllabel'd Short-handed zeal in one hath cramped many Like to the Decalogue in a single penny See see how close the curs hunt under sheet As if they spent in Quire and scann'd their feet One Cure and five Incumbents leap a truss The title sure must be litigious The Sadduces would raise a question Who must be Smec at th' Resurrection Who coop'd them up together were to blame Had they but wire-drawn spun out their name 'T would make another Prentices Petition Against the Bishops and their Superstition Robson and French that count from five to five As far as nature fingers did contrive She saw they would be sessors that 's the cause She cleft her hoof into so many claws May tire their Carret-bunch yet ne're agree To rate Smectymnuus for Pole-money Caligula whose pride was mankinds bail As who disdain'd to murther by retail Wishing the world had but one general neck His glutton blade might have found game in Smec No eccho can improve the Author more Whose lungs pay use on use to half a score No Felon is more letter'd though the brand Both superscribes his shoulder and his hand Some Welsh-man was his Godfather for he Wears in his name his Genealogy The Banes are ask'd would but the time give way Beewixt Smectymnuus and Et caetera The Guests invited by a friendly Summons Should be the Convocation and the Commons The Priest to tye the Foxes tayles together Mosely or Sancta Clara chuse you whether See what off-spring every one expects What strange pluralities of men and sects One sayes hee 'l get a Vestery another Is for a Synod But upon the Mother Faith cry St. George let them go to 't and stickle Whether a Conclave or a Conventicle Thus might Religions catterwaul and spight Which uses to divorce might once unite But their crosse Fortunes interdict their trade The Groom is Rampant but the Bride displaid My task is done all my Hee-Goats are milkt So many Cards i' th' stock and yet be bilkt I could by Letters now untwist the Rabble Whip Smec from Constable to Constable But there I leave you to another dressing Only kneel down and take your Fathers blessing May the Queen Mother justifie your fears And stretch her Patent to your leather ears A Lenten Letany Composed for a confiding Brother for the benefit and edification of the Faithfull Ones FRom Villany drest in the Doublet of Zeal From three Kingdomes bak'd in one Common weal From a gleek of Lord Keepers of one poor Seal Libera nos c. From a Chancery-writ and a whip and a bell From a Justice of Peace that never could spell From Collonel P. and the Vicar of Hell Libera nos c. From Neat's feet without socks and three-peny Pyes From a new sprung Light that will put out ones eyes From Goldsmiths-hall the Devil and Excise Libera nos c. From two hours talk without one word of sense From Liberty still in the future tense From a Parliament long-wasted Conscience Libera nos c. From a Coppid Crown-tenent prick'd up by a Brother From damnable Members and fits of the Mother From Ears like Oysters that grin at each other Libera nos c. From a Preacher in buff and a Quarter-staff-steeple From th' unlimited Soveraigne Power of the People From a Kingdom that crawles on its knees like a Creeple Libera nos c. From a vinegar Priest on a Crab-tree stock From a foddering of Prayer four hours by the Clock From a holy Sister with a pittifull Smock Libera nos c. From a hunger-starv'd Sequestrators maw From Revelations and Visions that never man saw From Religion without either Gospel or Law Libera nos c. From the Nick and Froth of a Peny pot-Pot-house From the Fiddle and Crosse and a great Scotch Louse From Committees that chop up a Man like a Mouse Libera nos c. From broken shins and the blood of a Martyr From the Titles of Lords and Knights of the Garter From the teeth of mad-dogs and a Country mans quarter Libera nos c. From the Publique Faith and an Egg Butter From the Irish Purchasers and all their clutter From Omega's nose when he fettles to sputter Libera nos c From the zeal of Old Harry lock'd up with a Whore From waiting with Plaints at the Parliament dore From the death of a King without why or wherefore Libera nos c. From the French disease and the Puritan fry From such as nere swear but devoutly can lye From cutting of capers full three story high Libera nos c. From Painted glass and Idolatrous cringes From a Presbyter's Oath that turns upon hinges From Westminster Jews with Levitical fringes Libera nos c. From all that is said and a thousand times more From a Saint and his Charity to the Poor From the Plagues that are kept for a Rebel in store Libera nos c. The Second Part. THat if it please thee to assist Our Agitators and their List And Hemp them with a gentle twist Quaesumus te c. That it may please thee to suppose Our actions are as good as those That gull the People through the Nose Quaesumus te c. That it may please thee here to enter And fix the rumbling of our center For we live all at peradventure Quaesumus te c. That it may please thee to unite The flesh and bones unto the sprite Else Faith and literature good night Quaesumus te c. That it may please thee O that wee May each man know his Pedigree And save that plague of Heraldry Quaesumus te c. That it may please thee in each Shire Cities of refuge Lord to rear That failing Brethren may know where Quaesumus te c. That it may please thee to abhor us Of any such dear favour for us That thus have wrought thy peoples sorrows Quaesumus te c. That it may please thee to embrace Our dayes of thanks and fasting face For robbing of thy holy place Quaesumus te c. That it may please thee to adjourn The day of judgement least we burn For lo it is not for our turn Quaesumus te c. That it may please thee to admit A close Committee there to sit No Devil to a Humane wit Quaesumus te c. That it may please to dispence A little for convenience Or let us play upon the sense Quaesumus te c. That it may please thee to embalm The Saints in Robin Wisdom's Psalm And make them musical and calm Quaesumus te c. That it may please thee since 't is doubt Satan cannot throw Satan out Unite us and the Highland rout Quaesumus te c AN