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A55276	Poems on affairs of state from the time of Oliver Cromwell, to the abdication of K. James the Second. Written by the greatest wits of the age. Viz. Duke of Buckingham, Earl of Rochester, Lord Bu-------st, Sir John Denham, Andrew Marvell, Esq; Mr. Milton, Mr. Dryden, Mr. Sprat, Mr. Waller. Mr. Ayloffe, &c. With some miscellany poems by the same: most whereof never before printed. Now carefully examined with the originals, and published without any castration.	Buckingham, George Villiers, Duke of, 1628-1687.	1697 (1697)	Wing P2719A; ESTC R26563	139,358	261

his odious Name Let Knaves and Fools confound the tott'ring State And plunge the Subjects in their Monarch's hate Blinding by false accounts of Men and Things The most indulgent and the best of Kings Let an unthinking hair-brain'd Bigot's zeal Not out of any thought of doing well But in a pure defiance of the Law In bloody Lines his true Idea draw That Men may be inform'd and early see What such a Man if once in pow'r wou'd be Of Royal Mercy let him stop the sourse That Death may have a free and boundless course Till shivering Ghosts come from their gloomy Cell And in dumb Forms a fatal story tell Let the Court swarm with Pimps Rogues Bawds and Whores And honest men be all turn'd out of doors Let Atheism and prophaneness there abound And not an upright Man God save the King befound Let men of Principles be in disgrace And mercenary Villains in their place Let free born Cities be by Treach'ry won Lose their just Liberties and be undone Let States-men sudden Changes undertake And make the Government 's foundation shake Till strange tempestuous Murmers do arise And show a storm that 's gath'ring in the Skies Let all this happen Nay let certain Fate Upon the issue of their Actions wait If you 've a true a brave undaunted Mind Of English Principles as well as kind You 'll on the bottom of true Honour stand Firm as a Rock unshaken as the Land So when vast Seas of Trouble 'gainst you beat They 'll break and force themselves to a Retreat No Fate no flattery can e●er controul A steady resolute Heroick Soul On the Young Statesmen By J. Dryden 1680 CLarenden had Law and Sense Clifford was Fierce and Brave Bennet's grave look was a pretence And D y's matchless impudence Help'd to support the Knave 2. But Sund d God n L y These will appear such Chits in story 'T will turn all Politicks to Jests To be repeated like John Dory When Fidlers sing at Feasts 3. Protect us mighty Providence What wou'd these Mad-men have First they would bribe us without Pence Deceive us without common Sense And without Power enslave 4. Shall free-born Men in humble awe Submit to servile shame Who from consent and custom draw The same Right to be rul'd by Law Which Kings pretend to reign 5. The Duke shall wield his conq'ring Sword The Chancellor make a Speech The King shall pass his honest word The pawn'd Revenue Summs afford And then come kiss my Breech 6. So have I seen a King on Chess His Rooks and Knights withdrawn His Queen and Bishops in distress Shifting about grow less and less With here and there a Pawn Portsmouth's Looking-Glass By the Lord Roch r. MEthinks I see you newly risen From your Embroidered Bed and pissing With studied Mein and much Grimace Present your self before your Glass To varnish and rub o'er those Graces You rub'd off in your Night Embraces To set your Hair your Eyes your Teeth And all those Powers you Conquer with Lay trains of Love and State-Intrigues In Powders Trimmings and curl'd Wigs And nicely chuse and neatly spread Upon your Cheeks the best French Red. Indeed for Whites none can compare With those you naturally wear And though her Highness much delights To laugh and talk about your Whites I never could perceive your Grace Made use of any for your Face Here 't is you practice all your Art To triumph o'er a Monarch's Heart Tattle and smile and wink and twink on 't It almost makes me sp to think on 't These are your master-strokes of Beauty That keeps poor Rowley to hard Duty And how can all these be withstood By frail amorous Flesh and Blood These are the Charms that have bewitcht him As if a Conjurer's Rod had switcht him Made him he knows not what to do But loll and fumble here with you Amongst your Ladies and his Chitts At Cards and Council here he sits Yet minds not how they play at either Nor cares not when 't is walking weather Business and Power he has resign'd And all things to your mighty Mind Is there a Minister of State Or any Treasurer of late That 's fawning and imperious too He owes his Greatness all to you And as you see just cause to do it You keep him in or turn him out Hence 't is you give us War and Peace Raise Men disband them as you please Take any Pensions retrench Wages For Petticoats and lusty Pages Contrive and Execute all Laws Suiting the Judges to the Cause Learn'd Scroggs and honest Jeffreys A Faithfull Friend to you who e're is He made the Jury come in booty And for your service wou'd hang Doughty You govern every Council meeting Making th● Fools do as you think fitting Your Royal Cully has command Onely from you at second hand He does but at the Helm appear Sits there and sleeps while your Slaves steer And you are the bright Northern Star By which they guide this Man of War Yet without doubt they might conduct Him better were you better f Many begin to think of late His Crown and C ds have both one date For as they fall so falls the State And as his Reins prove loose and weak The Reigns of Government must break The Impartial Trimmer 1682 SInce there are some that with me see the state Of this declining Isle and mourn its fate French Councellors and Whores French Education Have chang'd our Natures and enslav'd our Nation There was a time when Barons boldly stood And spent their Lives for their dear Countries good Confim'd our Charter with a Curse to light On those that shou'd destroy that sacred Right Which Power with Freedom can so well unite The hated name of Rebel is not due To him that is to Law and Justice true Brutus bold part may justly claim Renown Preferring Right to Friendship and a Crown For 't was not Treason then to keep our own But now the Nation with unusual need Cries help where is our bold our English Breed Popery and Slavery are just at hand And every Patriot is a S d. Shaftsbury's gone another Change to try He hates his Word yet more the Monarchy No Head remains our Loyal Cause to grace For Monmouth is too weak for that high Place More proper for the Court where he was rais'd His Dancing envy'd and his Dressing prais'd Where still such Folly is so well protected Those few that han't it are oblig●d t' affect it For Statesmen King and Whore and all have sworn T' advance such Wit and Virtue as their own Degenerate Rome and Spain deserves to out-brave us If Hide or Hallifax can e'er enslave us Or he that kneels 'twixt his Dogs and Whore Rul'd by a Woman he can use no more Whispers with Knaves and Jests all day with Fools Is chid to Counsel like a Boy to School False to Mankind and true to him alone Whose Treason still attempts his Life and Crown Rouse up and cry No Slavery no

say it therefore it 's the best Next Painter draw his Mordant by his Side Conveying his Religion and his Bride He who long since abjur'd the Royal Line Does now in Popery with his Master joyn Then draw the Princess with her golden Locks Hastning to be envenom'd with the P And in her youthful Veins receive a Wound VVhich sent N.H. before her under Ground The Wound of which the tainted C t fades Laid up in store for a new Set of Maids Poor Princess born under a sullen Star To find such VVelcome when you came so far Better some jealous Neighbour of your own Had call'd you to a sound though petty Throne VVhere 'twixt a wholsom Husband and a Page You might have linger'd out out a lazy Age Than on dull Hopes of being here a Q E'er Twenty dye and rot before Fifteen Now Painter shew us in the blackest Dye The Counsellors of all this Villany Clifford who first appear'd in humble Guise VVas always thought too gentle meek and wise But when he came to act upon the Stage He prov'd the mad Cathegus of our Age. He and his Duke had both too great a Mind To be by Justice or by Law confin'd Their boiling Heads can bear no other Sounds Than Fleets and Armies Battles Blood and VVounds And to destroy our Liberty they hope By Irish Fools and an old doting Pope Next Talbot must by his great Master stand Laden with Folly Flesh and ill got Land He 's of a size indeed to fill a Porch But ne'er can make a Pillar of the Church His Sword is all his Argument not his Book Although no Scholar he can act the Cook And will cut Throats again if he be paid In th' Irish Shambles he first learn'd the Trade Then Painter shew thy Skill and in fit place Let 's see the Nuncio Arundel's sweet Face Let the Beholders by thy Art espy His Sense and Soul as squinting as his Eye Let Bellasis autumnal Face be seen Rich with the Spoils of a poor Algerine VVho trusting in him was by him betray'd And so shall we when his Advice's obey'd The Heroe once got Honour by the Sword He got his VVealth by breaking of his VVord And now his Daughter he hath got with Child And Pimps to have his Family defil'd Next Painter draw the Rabble of the Plot. German Fitz-Gerald Loftus Porter Scot These are fit Heads indeed to turn a State And change the Order of a Nation 's Fate Ten thousand such as these shall ne'er controul The smallest Atome of an Enlish Soul Old England on its strong Foundation stands Defying all their Heads and all their Hands Its steady Basis never could be shook When wiser Men her Ruin undertook And can her Guardian-Angel let her stoop At last to Mad-men Fools and to the Pope No Painter no close up this Piece and see This Crowd of Traytors hang'd in Effigie To the KING GReat Charles who full of Mercy would'st command In Peace and Pleasure this thy Native Land At last take pity of thy tottering Throne Shook by the Faults of others not thine own Let not thy Life and Crown together end Destroy'd by a false Brother and a Friend Observe the Danger that appears so near That all your Subjects do each Minute fear One drop of Poison or a Popish Knife Ends all the Joys of England with thy Life Brothers 't is true by Nature should be kind But a too zealous and ambitious Mind Brib'd with a Crown on Earth and one above Harbours no Friendship Tenderness or Love See in all Ages what Examples are Of Monarchs murther'd by their impatient Heir Hard Fate of Princes who will ne'er believe Till the Stroke's struck which they can ne'er retrieve Nostradamus's Prophecy By A. Marvell Esq FOR Faults and Follies London's Doom shall fix And she must sink in Flames in Sixty six Fire-Balls shall fly but few shall see the Train As far as from White-Hall to Pudding-Lane To burn the City which again shall rise Beyond all hopes aspiring to the Skies Where Vengeance dwells But there is one thing more Tho its Walls stand shall bring the City low'r When Legislators shall their Trust betray Saving their own shall give the rest away And those false Men by th' easie People sent Give Taxes to the King by Parliament When bare-fac'd Villains shall not blush to cheat And Chequer Doors shall shut up Lombard-street When Players come to Act the part of Queens Within the Curtains and behind the Scenes When Sodomy shall be prime Min'sters Sport And Whoring shall be the least Crime at Court When Boys shall take their Sisters for their Mate And practice Incest between Seven and Eight When no Man knows in whom to put his trust And e'en to rob the Chequer shall be just When Declarations Lies and every Oath Shall be in use at Court but Faith and Troth When two good Kings shall be at Brentford Town And when in London there shall be not one When the Seat's given to a talking Fool Whom wise Men laugh at and whom Women rule A Min'ster able only in his Tongue To make harsh empty Speeches two hours long When an old Scotch Covenanter shall be The Champion for th' English Hierarchy When Bishops shall lay all Religion by And strive by Law t' establish Tyranny When a lean Treasurer shall in one Year Make himself fat his King and People bare When th' English Prince shall English men despise And think French only Loyal Irish Wise Whon Wooden Shoon shall be the English wear And Magna Charta shall no more appear Then th' English shall a greater Tyrant know Than either Greek or Latin Story shew Their VVives to 's Lust expos'd their VVealth to 's Spoil VVith Groans to fill his Treasury they toil But like the Bellides must sigh in vain For that still fill'd flows out as fast again Then they with envious Eyes shall Belgium see And wish in vain Venetian Liberty The Frogs too late grown weary of their Pain Shall pray to Jove to take him back again Sir Edmundbury Godfrey's Ghost IT happen'd in the twy-light of the Day As England's Monarch in his Closet lay And Chiffinch step'd to fetch the Female-Prey The bloody shape of Godfrey did appear And in sad Vocal sounds these things declare Behold Great Sir I from the Shades am sent To shew these VVounds that did your Fall prevent My panting Ghost as Envoy comes to call And warn you lest like me y' untimely fall VVho against Law your Subjects Lives pursue By the same Rule may dare to murder you I for Religion Laws and Liberties Am mangled thus and made a Sacrifice Think what befel Great Egypt's hardned King VVho scorn'd the Prophet's oft admonishing Shake off your Brandy-slumbers for my VVords More Truth than all your close Cabal affords A Court you have with Luxury o'er-grown And all the Vices e'er in Nature known VVhere Pimps and Pandors in their Coaches ride And in Lampoons and Songs your Lust

to Disputes The Dialogue W. Quoth the marble Horse it would make a Stone speak To see a Lord Mayor and a Lombard-street break Thy Founder and mine to cheat one another When both Knaves agreed to be each others Brother C. Here Charing broke forth and thus he went on My Brass is provoked as much as thy Stone To see Church and State bow down to a Whore And the Kings chief Minister holding the Door The Mony of Widows and Orphans imploy'd And the Bankers quite broke to maintain the Whores Pride VV. To see Dei Gratia writ on the Throne And the K 's wicked Life say God there is none C. That he should be stil'd Defender of the Faith Who believes not a Word what the Word of God saith VV. That the D. should turn Papist and that Church defy For which his own Father a Martyr did die C. Tho' he changed his Religion I hope he 's so civil Not to think his own Father is gone to the Devil VV. That bondage and beggary should be in a Nation By a curst House of Commons and a blest Restoration C. To see a white Staff make a Beggar a Lord And scarce a wise Man at a long Council-board VV. That the Bank should be seized yet the Cheq so poor Lord have Mercy and a Cross might be set on the door C. That a Million and half should be the Revenue Yet the King of his Debts pay no Man a Penny VV. That a K should consume three Kingdom 's Estates And yet all the Court be as poor as Church-Rats C. That of four Seas Dominion and of their guarding No token should appear but a poor Copper Farthing VV. Our Worm-eaten Ships to be laid up at Chatham Not our Trade to secure but for Fools to come at ' em C. And our few Ships abroad become Tripoli's scorn By pawning for Victuals their Guns at Leghorn VV. That making us Slaves by Horse and Foot-Guard For restoring the King shall be all our reward C. The basest Ingratitude ever was heard But Tyrants ungrateful are always afraid VV. On Harry the VII's Head he that placed the Crown Was after Rewarded by losing his own C. That Parliament-men should rail at the Court And get good Preferments immediately for 't To see them that suffer both for Father and Son And helped to bring the latter to his Throne That with their Lives and Estates did loyally serve And yet for all this can nothing deserve The King looks not on 'em Preferments deni'd 'em The Round-heads insult and the Courtiers deride them And none gets Preferments but who will betray Their Country to Ruin 't is that ope's the way Of the bold talking Members VV. If the Bastards you add What a number of Rascally Lords have been made C. That Traitors to their Country in a brib'd House of C. Should give away Millions at every Summons VV. Yet some of those Givers such beggarly Villains As not to be trusted for twice fifty Shillings C. No wonder that Beggars should still be for giving Who out of what 's given do get a good living VV. Four Knights and a Knave who were Burgesses made For selling their Consciences were liberally paid C. How base are the Souls of such low prized Sinners Who Vote with the Country for Drink and for Dinners VV. 'T is they that brought on us this Scandalous Yoke Of Excising our Cups and Taxing our Smoak C. But thanks to the Whores who made the K dogged For giving no more the R are Prorogued VV. That a King should endeavour to make a War cease Which augments and secures his own profit and peace C. And Plenipotentiaries send into France With an addle-headed Knight a Lord without Brains VV. That the King should send for another French Whore When one already had made him so Poor C. The Misses take place and advanc'd to be Dutchess With Pomp great as Queens in their Coach and six Horses Their Bastards made Dukes Earls Viscounts Lords And all the High Titles that Honour affords W. While these Brats and their Mothers do live in such Plenty The Nation 's empoverisht and the Chequor quite empty And tho' War was pretended when the Mony was lent More on Whores than in Ships or in War hath been spent C. Enough dear Brother although we speak Reason Yet truth many times being punish'd for Treason We ought to be wary and bridle our Tongues Bold speaking hath done both Men and Beasts wrong When the Ass so boldly rebuked the Prophet Thou knowest what danger was like to come of it Though the Beast gave his Master ne'er an ill Word Instead of a Cudgel Balaam wish'd for a Sword W. Truth 's as bold as a Lion I am not afraid I 'll prove every tittle of what I have said Our Riders are absent who is 't that can hear Le ts be true to our selves who then need we fear Where is thy K gone Chair to see Bishop Laud W. To Cuckold a Scrivener mines in Masquerade On such Occasions he oft strays away And returns to remount about break of Day In very dark Nights sometimes you may find him With a Harlot got up on my Crupper behind him C. Pause Brother a while and calmly consider What thou hast to say against my Royal Rider VV. Thy Priest-ridden King turn'd desperate fighter For the Surplice Lawn-sleeves the Cross and the Miter Till at last on the Scaffold he was left in the lurch By Knaves that cry'd up themselves for the Church arch-Arch-Bishops and Bishops Arch-Deacons and Deans C. Thy King will ne'er fight unless 't be for Queans VV. He that dies for Ceremonies dies like a Fool. C. The K on thy back is a lamentable Tool VV. The Goat and the Lion I equally hate And Freeman alike value Life and Estate Though the Father and Son be different rods Between the two Scourges we find little odds Both Infamous stand in three Kingdoms Votes This for Picking our Pockets that for cutting our Throats C. More tolerable are the Lion Kings Slaughters Then the Goat making Whores of our Wives and Daughters The Debauched and Cruel since they equally gall us I had rather bear Nero than Sardanapalus VV. One of the two Tyrants must still be our Case Under all that shall Reign of the false S Race De Wit and Cromwell had each a brave Soul I freely declare it I am for old Nol Though his Government did a Tyrant resemble He made England great and his Enemies tremble C. Thy Rider puts no Man to Death in his Wrath But is bury'd alive in Lust and in Sloth VV. What is thy Opinion of James Duke of York C. The same that the Frogs had of Jupiter's Stork With the Turk in his Head and the Pope in his Heart Father Patrick's Disciples will make England smart If e'er he be King I know Britain's Doom We must all to a Stake or be Converts to Rome Ah! Tudor ah Tudor we have had Stu s enough None

Watch disturb'd with Sleep and Ale By shrill Noises but they could not prevail T' appease their Graces straight rose Mortal Jarrs Betwixt the Night black Guard and Silver Stars Then fell the Beadle by a Ducal Hand For daring to pronounce the sawcy Stand. The way in Blood certain Renown to win Is first with Bloody Noses to begin The high-born Youths their hasty Errand tell Dam ye you Rogue we 'll send your Soul to Hell They need not send a Messenger before They 're too well known there to stay long at Door See what mishaps dare ev'n invade Whitehall This silly Fellow's death puts off the Ball And disappoints the Queen poor little Chuck I warrant 't would have danc'd it like a Duck. The Fidlers Voices Entries all the sport And the gay Show put off where the brisk Court Anticipates in rich Subsidy-Coats All that is got by Mercenary Votes Yet shall Whitehall the Innocent the Good See these men dance all daub'd with Lace and Blood Near t'other Park there stands an aged Tree As sit as if 't were made o' th nonce for Three Where that no Ceremony may be lost Each Duke for State may have a several Post. What Storms may rise out of so black a Cause If such Turd-Flies shall break through Cobweb Laws The History of Insipids A Lampoon 1676 By the Lord Roch r. 1. CHast pious prudent C the Second The Miracle of thy Restoration May like to that of Quails be reckon'd Rain'd on the Israelitish Nation The wish'd for Blessing from Heav'n sent Became their Curse and Punishment 2. The Vertues in thee C inherent Although thy Countenance be an odd-piece Prove thee as true a God's Vicegerent As e'er was Harry with the Codpiece For Chastity and pious Deeds His Grandsire Harry C exceeds 3. Our Romish Bondage-breaker Harry Espoused half a dozen Wives C onely one resolv'd to marry And other Mens he never Yet hath he Sons and Daughters more Than e'er had Harry by threescore 4. Never was such a Faith's Defender He like a politick Prince and pious Gives liberty to conscience tender And doth to no Religion tye us Jews Turks Christians Papists he 'll please us With Moses Mahomet or J 5. In all affairs of Church or State He very zealous is and able Devout at Prayers and sits up late At the Cabal and Council-Table His very Dog at Council-Board Sits grave and wise as any Lord. 6. Let C his Policy no man flout The wisest Kings have all some Folly Nor let his Piety any doubt C like a Sovereign wise and holy Make young Men Judges of the Bench and Bishops those that love a Wench 7. His Father's Foes he doth reward Preserving those that cut off's Head Old Cavaliers the Crown 's best Guard He let 's them starve for want of Bread Never was any King endow'd With so much Grace and Gratitude 8. Blood that wears Treason in his Face Villain compleat in Parson's Gown How much is he at Court in Grace For stealing Ormond and the Crown Since Loyalty does no man good Let 's steal the King and out-do Blood 9. A Parliament of Knaves and Sots Members by name you must not mention He keeps in Pay and buys their Votes Here with a Place there with a Pension When to give Money he can't cologue 'um He doth with Scorn prorogue prorogue ' um 10. But they long since by too much giving Undid betray'd and sold the Nation Making their Memberships a Living Better than e'er was Sequestration God give thee C a Resolution To damn the Knaves by Dissolution 11. Fame is not grounded on Success Though Victories were Caesar's Glory Lost Battels make not Pompey less But left them stiled great in Story Malicious Fate doth oft devise To beat the Brave and fool the Wise. 12. Charles in the first Dutch War stood fair To have been Sovereign of the Deep When Opdam blew up in the Air Had not his Highness gone to sleep Our Fleet slack'd Sails fearing his waking The Dutch else had been in sad taking 13. The Bergen Business was well laid Though we paid dear for that Design Had we not three days parling staid The Dutch Fleet there Charles had been thine Though the false Dane agreed to sell 'um He cheated us and saved Skellum 14. Had not Charles sweetly choos'd the States By Bergen baffle grown more wise And made them Shit as small as Rats By their rich Smyrna Fleets surprize Had haughty Holms but call'd in Spragg Hans had been put into a Bag. 15. Mists Storms short Victuals adverse Winds And once the Navies wise Division Defeated Charles his best designs Till he became his Foes Derision But he had swing●d the Dutch at Chattam Had he had ships but to come at ' um 16. Our Blackheath Host without dispute Rais'd put on Board why no man knows Must Charles have rendered absolute Over his Subjects or his Foes Has not the French King made us Fools By taking Maestricht with our Tools 17. But Charles what could thy Policy be To run so many sad Disasters To join thy Fleet with false D' Etrees To make the French of Holland Masters Was 't Carewell Brother James or Teague That made thee break the Triple League 18. Could Robin Viner have foreseen The glorious Triumphs of his Master The Wool-Church Statue Gold had been Which now is made of Alabaster But wise Men think had it been Wood 'T were for a Bankrupt K too good 19. Those that the Fabrick well consider Do of it diversly discourse Some pass their Censure of the Rider Others their Judgment of the Horse Most say the Steed's a goodly thing But all agree 't is a Lewd K 20. By the Lord Mayor and his grave Coxcombs Free-man of London Charles is made Then to Whitehall a Rich Gold Box comes Which was bestow'd on the French Jade But wonder not it should be so Sirs When Monarchs rank themselves with Grocers 21. Cringe scrape no more ye City Fops Leave off your Feasting and fine Speeches Beat up your Drums shut up your Shops The Courtiers then will kiss your Breeches Arm'd tell the Popish Duke that rules You 're Free-born Subjects not French Mules 22. New Upstarts Pimps Bastards Whores That Locust-like devour the Land by shutting up th' Exchequer Doors When thither our Money was trapann'd Have rendred C his Restauration But a small Blessing to the Nation 23. Then C beware of thy Brother York Who to thy Government gives Law If once we fall to the old Sport You must again both to Breda Where ' spight of all that would restore you Grown wise by wrongs we shall abhor you 24. If of all Christian Blood the guilt Cry loud for Vengeance unto Heaven That Sea by Treacherous Lewis spilt Can never be by God forgiven Worse Scourge unto his Subjects Lord Than Pestilence Famine Fire or Sword 25. That false repacious Wolf of France The Scourge of Europe and its Curse Who at his Subjects cry does dance And studys how