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A61352	State-poems; continued from the time of O. Cromwel, to this present year 1697. Written by the greatest wits of the age, viz. The Lord Rochester, the Lord D-t, the Lord V-n, the hon. Mr. M-ue, Sir F. S-d, Mr. Milton, Mr. Prior, Mr. Stepney, Mr. Ayloffe, &c. With several poems in praise of Oliver Cromwel, in Latin and English, by D. South, D. Locke, Sir W. G-n, D. Crew, Mr. Busby, &c. Also some miscellany poems by the same, never before printed	Prior, Matthew, 1664-1721. Hind and panther transvers'd to the story of the country-mouse and the city-mouse. aut; Rochester, John Wilmot, Earl of, 1647-1680. aut; University of Oxford.	1697 (1697)	Wing S5325A; ESTC R219192	116,138	256

after we 've drunk a Glass Or two to make the Waters better pass We take a Turn i' th' Walks Here in such crouds the Ladies pass you 'd swear The Cyprian Goddess and her Nymphs were there Hung round with all the Riches that the East Or West sends here brisk jaunty and well drest With what a Mein and charming Air they move Creating Wonder and inspiring Love Such was the beautious Helen's shining Train When she was courted by the Phrygian Swain And all the while to entertain the Ear Musick and Voices mixt their parts do bear Next for the Chappel by the Fountain rais'd Where its great Author is devoutly prais'd And after Prayers a Pipe can do no harm In drinking good to keep the Stomach warm For this design appointed places are L●st Smoaking on the Walks offend the fair And now we sit after a careless rate Over a dish of Tea and fall to chat Here one forsooth plays the Philosopher Upon the Wells describes the secret power Of Spaws and Mineral Waters how they come With Steel impregnate thro' the Earth's cold Womb Whence springs their force that they so nearly can Make clean this foul Angean Stable Man How first found out and when the Mode began Another turns the Talk to Westminster And asks how Matters past last Term at Bar What Judges likely are to rise or fall What Lawyers hang the best and who the best can bawl Warmly a third takes up Religion's Cause Gravely debates the Test and Poenal Laws Another tells a Tale or breaks a Jest Inquires the Hour or what comes uppermost How do your Waters pass O bravely Sir What News from London how does things stand there I hear Sir Iohn is likely to be Mayor Are the Particulars yet come by Post What Prisoners t'ane how many Men were lost On the Turks side and what the Victory cost What are the Pole and Moscovite asleep Id'ly to let such fair occasions slip How do the India Actions rise what Ships On the Plate-Expedition go with Phipps Follow'd by all the forward Youth of Greece Thus Iason brought in triumph home the Golden Fleece But what before was meer Romance and Lye Shall henceforth pass for current History This and Tobacco pass the time away Others there are that rather fancy Play But me from Play my better Stars preserve The fatal Box devouring as the Grave Into Charibdis mouth as soon I 'd flie As venture my Estate upon a Die Having by this time fed the Eye and Ear Next for the Belly is our greatest care There 's nothing at our Lodgings to be got Here we must cater both for Spit and Pot. Close by the Wells upon a spacious Plain Where rows of Trees make a delightful Lane A noble Market's daily kept well stor'd With all the Countries round about afford Fresh Fish a Neighbouring River does supply Soals Oysters and the like are brought from Rye Of Flesh and Fowl no where more plenty's found In Veal Lamb Pork and Beef we much abound And Tunbridge Mutton fam'd above the rest Of Fowl we have good store and of the best As well-cram'd Chickens Pidgeons Ducks Geese With Teal and Patridge nicer Tasts to please The Swan and Peacock you may add to these On which tho' we but small esteem do place The latter did an Emperors Table grace In short then not to swell the Bill of Fare St. Peter's Sheet and Noah's Ark are here Whatever kinds the British World does see Of Beasts Fish Fowl that go or swim or flie Fruits Spice and Indian Pepper too we boast That here we hardly fancy Bantam lost Sugar from Maevis and Barbadoes brought By wondrous Art to such perfection wrought Italy sends us Oyl Virginia Smoak A better sort I rys himself ne'er took And after all to crown the Work the Rhine France Florence the Canaries find us Wine London that noble Mart can't furnish more London for choice compar'd with us is poor Were that Imperial Glutton now at hand Who a years Tax wou'd at one Supper spend Who made each Land and every distant Sea Club to maintain his raving Luxury On easier terms he here supply'd might be This for the Belly and for other Ware Of every sort we challenge Sturbridge-Fair Having now drunk our Mornings Dose and Cheer Provided homewards we directly steer After a Whiff of the fam'd Indian Weed By way of Whet to Dinner we proceed Tho' betwixt Friends we seldom need a Whet Or any Arts to raise the Appetite 'T is the Fresh Earth that makes the Plow-man feed Water in us does the same sharpness breed Now with a Friend a Jest and cheering Glass Of blest Bourdeaux how glibly Victuals pass The Camp once victuall'd then the Sport begins Whether your fancy leads to Bowls or Pins Here 's choice of Bowling-places to be seen But Rusthall is by much the finest Green All curious Carpet-ground You know the play One with the Jack a small Bowl leads the way By throwing of a Dice who first must go And who and who 's together strait we know Come pray Sir bowl away this Ground 's your Guide That Cast is narrow this as much too wide Not home for want of strength your Cast you spoil Oh rub a thousand now you 're gone a Mile Here 's three to make us up one more we lack Thank ye for that dear Sir you kiss the Jack The finest Archer's Bow or Fowler 's Piece As soon may fail as a good Bowler miss Are you for Cards here you may find enough Dispos'd for Cribbige Gleek or Lantre-lieu A Game at Cards a perfect Fight you 'd swear Maintain'd with all the Stratagems of War Here 's Ambuscading Routing Rallying Men And every thing but Wounds and Dying seen After a long Dispute with restless pains One side besure a bloodless Victory gains But if my Counsel in the case might sway Beware how you become a Slave to Play Some sit whole Nights together at the Sport For which their Families and Lands must smart Not that I blame any that undertake It more for Pleasure than for Lucre-sake But playing deep and squandring so much time Is that in Carding I account a Crime If this don't please we have another Game Call'd Chess at which the Gentry pass their time Into the checquer'd Field two Kings descend On each a Queen and Bishops two attend On either side two Knights their Post maintain Two Rooks and Pawns twice four compleat the Train The Signal given both the Armies joyn To take the Adverse King the chief Design For this both sides in furious Charges meet Proud of a Death before their Soveraigns feet That is a Law peculiar to the Play The King must first be took before you win the Day Are you dispos'd to read a Poet then Our old Acquaintance Horace is the Man He 'll please which way soe'er your Humour lean Does it to Mirth and Gallantry incline His charming Odes are full of Love and Wine

wou'd bring the Clergy down Erect a Court-Commission from the Crown And for Dispencing Law let me alone They hugg'd their bubble and the deed was done Petre grew Fat and with Mandamus's Canker'd the Worthy Universities The seats of Learning Block-Heads might command Yet the King's Promise to the Church doth stand Next Liberty of Conscience was Ordain'd The Bishops for Contempt were then Arraign'd The Nobles and the Commons Closetted The Penal Laws must be Abolished If you refuse your Principles are base Disloyal and you lose our Royal Grace And each that has Dependencies his Place Rochester fell the Loyal Herbert starv'd Each that forsook his God his Monarch serv'd Somerset lost his Troops and Shrewsbury Oxford was stripp'd So Scarsdal Lumbley And many more too tedious to relate By whom in safety Iames thou now dost sit When thou perceiv'dst no comfort from this Wild Thy Dame immediately was quick with Child The Princess at the Bath when it was Born The Bishops in the Tower yet had he sworn The Church of England never should be wrong'd Upon this News the Hot-brain'd Papists Throng'd I wak'd and as I on my Dream Reflected My reasonable Notions thus projected O King I cry'd thy Measures run too fast And thou wilt find the curse of it at last Why dost thou wrong thy Country shame thy life To please false Priests and an ungrateful Wife A Wife whose Character has always been A Fawning Duchess and a Sawcy Queen How canst thou suffer Petre's Insolence Who only makes a harvest of his Prince A Slave to Rule Three Kingdoms Govern thee Yet ne'er was Master of a Family This Serpent envying thy Happiness Has crept into thy Eve whose wilfulness Has certainly betray'd thy Paradise Discerning Hallifax thy Fall foresaw And early did his slighted Faith withdraw He needs no pardon for the Advice he gave Which shews him honester than some that have Under the Rose Men use their mind to tell But now Myne-Heir 't is under the Broad Seal O Nassaw with thy promis'd Succours come And be to us like Anthony to Rome Thy Wife shall young Octavia's place supply And those that have betray'd our Country fly Unless the King to prove the Prince his own Shall to the Lyons Den present his Son And if the Royal Brute do not destroy The Infant By Christ 't is his none Ioy. Over the Lord Dover's Door 1686. UNhappier Age who 're saw When Truth doth go for Treason Every Blockhead's Will for Law And Coxcomb's Sense for Reason Religion 's made a Bawd of State To serve the Pimps and Panders Our Liberty a Prison-Gate And Irishmen Commanders O Wretched is our Fate What Dangers do we run We must be wicked to be Great And to be Just undone 'T is thus our Sov'raign keeps his Word And makes the Nation Great To Irishmen he trusts the Sword To Iesuits the State Over the Lord Salsbury's Door 1686. IF Cecil the Wise From his Grave should arise And look the fat B in the Face He 'd take him from Mass And turn him to Grass And swear he was none of his Race To the Speaking-Head I 'm come my future Fate to seek Speak then Coelestial Block-head speak Answer Had'st thou not consulted with the Witch at Rome Thou need'st not thus like Saul to Endor come To seek out Brother solid-head thy Doom The Hearts of all thy Friends are lost and gone Gazing they stand and grieving round thy Throne And scarce believe thou art the Martyr's Son Those whom thou favourest merit not thy Grace They to their Interest Sacrifice thy Peace And will in sorrow make thee end thy days Tempt not thy Fate too far do not rely On force or fraud Why should'st thou Monarch why Live unbelov'd and unlamented dye Essay written over his Door upon an Institution and Induction I. 'T IS a strange thing to think on That old Tom of Lincoln Who writ for the Reformation Shou'd so basely submit Without Honour or Wit To the Reading the Declaration II. Whoever takes Order From this Satan Recorder And thinks to go out a Divine Will find it a Folly To expect the Ghost Holy 'T is the Devil that enters the Swine The Fable of the Pot and Kettle as it was told by Collonel Titus the Night before he Kiss'd the King's Hand AS down the Torrent of an angry Flood An Earthen Pot and a Brass Kettle flow'd The heavy Caldron sinking and distress'd By his own Weight and the fierce Waves oppress'd S●ily bespoke the lighter Vessel 's Aid And to the Earthen Pitcher friendly said Come Brother why should we divided lose The strength of Union and our selves expose To the Insults of this poor paltry Stream Which with United Forces we can stem Tho' different heretofore have been our Parts The Common Danger reconciles our Hearts Here lend me thy kind Arm to break the Flood The Pitcher this New Friendship understood And made this Answer Tho' I wish for Ease And Safety this Alliance does not please Such different Natures never will agree Your Constitution is too rough for me If by the Waves I against you am tost Or you to me I equally am lost And fear more Mischief from your hardned-side Than from the Shores the Billows or the Tide I calmer Days and ebbing Waves attend Rather than buoy you up and serve your end To perish by the Rigor of my Friend The Moral LEarn hence ye Whigs and act no more like Fools Nor trust their Friendship who wou'd make you Tools While empty Praises and smooth Flatt'rys serve Pay with feign'd Thanks what their feign'd smiles deserve But let not the Alliance farther pass For know that you are Clay and they are Brass Epitaph on Harry Care A True Dissenter here does lie indeed He ne're with any or himself agreed But rather than want subjects to his spite Wou'd snake-like turn and his own Tail wou'd bite Sometime 't is true he took the faster side But when he came by suff'ring to be try'd The Craven soon betray'd his Fear and Pride Thence Settle-like he to recanting fell Of all he wrote or fanci'd to be well Thus purg'd from good and thus prepar'd by evil He fac'd to Rome and marcht off to the Devil A Lenten PROLOGUE refus'd by the Players 1682. OUR Prologue-Wit grows flat the Naps worn off And howsoe're We turn and trim the Stuff The Gloss is gone that look'd at first so gaudy 'T is now no Jest to hear young Girls talk Baudy But Plots and Parties give new matter birth And State Distractions serve you here for mirth At England's cost Poets now purchase Fame While Factious Heats destroy us without Shame These wanton Neroes fiddle to the Flame The Stage like old Rump-Pulpits is become The Scene of News a furious Party's Drum Here Poets beat their Brains for Voluntiers And take fast hold of Asses by their Ears Their gingling Rhime for Reason here you swallow Like Orpheus Musick makes Beasts to follow What an enlightning Grace is want

State-Poems CONTINUED From the time of O. Cromwel to this present Year 1697. WRITTEN ●y the Greatest WITS of the Age viz. ●he Lord Rochester ●he Lord D t ●he Lord V n ●he Hon. Mr. M ue 〈◊〉 F. S d Mr. Milton Mr. Prior Mr. Stepney Mr. Ayloffe c. WITH ●everal POEMS in Praise of Oliver Cromwel in Latin and English by D. South D. Locke Sir W. G n D. Crew Mr. Busby c. ●lso some Miscellany POEMS by the same never before Printed Now carefully Examined with the Originals and Published without any Castration Printed in the Year MDCXCVII The PREFACE PRefaces being generally to prepossess the Reader of a good Opinion of the Performance how trifling soever and commonly Mountebank like the meaner the Book the more Encomiums in the Preface which you will be deceived of here for I shall only give you matter of Fact how this Book came to be publish'd About four months ago I sent into the World a Collection of Poems on Affairs of State from the time of Oliver Cromwel to the time of King James II. Written by the greatest Wits of the Age viz. The Duke of Buckingham Lord Rochester Lord B st Mr. Milton And. Marvell Esquire Mr. Sprat Mr. Dryden Mr. Waller c. which being found to be genuine met with good Acceptance Since that Book came out a great many excellent Poems have been sent me from very good hands pressing to have a Continuation thereof made which at last I resolved to do upon the receiving some Copies of Verses printed at Oxford 1654. in praise of Oliver Cromwel on his making Peace with the Dutch finding several Persons who now make the greatest figure in the Common-wealth of Learning to be concerned therein I thought the World would be willing to see what such Great Men as Dr. South Mr. Locke c. said on such an extraordinary Occasion I have printed their own Latin and kept strictly to their Sense in the Translation and those they wrote in English are also published this begins the Book Then follow several excellent Poems written by the Lord Rochester Esquire Marvell c. during the Reign of King Charles II. omitted in the former Collection As also those writ in the Reign of King James II. by the Lord D t. Sir F. S Mr. Prior Mr. Stepney Mr. Rymer c. and particularly those incomparable Pieces of the Hind and Panther transvers'd to the Story of the City-Mouse and Country-Mouse and the Man of Honour written by the Honourable Mr. M ue And since the Revolution you have several Copies writ by the Lord Cutts Mr. Tate Mr. Shadwell Mr. Ayloffe c. Lastly some Miscellany Poems by the same Great Men never before Printed And in this Collection Names are not made use of to countenance spurious Pieces but the Poems themselves speak the Greatness of their Authors if no Name had been thereto In short the said State-Poems and this Continuation thereof make a Compleat Collection of all that are valuable in that nature for these forty years and is the best Secret History of our late Reigns as being writ by such great Persons as were near the Helm knew the Transactions and were above being brib'd to flatter or afraid to speak truth And so I leave them to the Reader INDEX Select Poems out of Musarum Oxoniensium in Oliv. Protect c. 1654. A Poem in Latin by Nath. Crew Page 1 The same in English 1 In Latin by M. Mew 3 Translated into English 3 in Latin by W. Godolphin 4 translated into English 5 In Latin by Rob. South 7 Translated into English 7 In Latin by J. Locke 8 Translated into English 8 In Latin by J. Busby 9 Translated into English 19 In Latin by J. Vaughan 11 Translated into English 12 A Poem on the same Subject written in English by J. Locke 13 Another on the same Subject by VV. Godolphin 13 On K. Charles's Return by the L. Rochester 16 A young Gentleman desiring to be a Minister of State thus qualifies himself 16 On the King's Voyage to Chatham to make Bulwarks against the Dutch and the Queens Miscarriage thereon 17 A Charge to the Grand Inquest of England 1674. 19 The Gyants Wars out of a Greek Fragment 1682. 23 On the Statute at Stocks-Market 30 A Satyr by the Lord R r 32 Another by the same 33 A Satyr 35 The Royal Buss 41 VVindsor by the Lord Rochester 43 The second Advice to a Painter by the Author of the first 45 Stafford's Ghost 48 On the Dutchess of Portsmouths Picture 51 Hownslow-Heath 1686. 51 The Dissenters Thanksgiving for the late Declaration 56 The Dispute by the Lord R r 57 Julii Mazarini Cardinalis Epitaphium 58 Satyr unmuzl'd 60 The Hind and Panther transvers'd to the Story of the Country Mouse and City Mouse 65 The Man of Honour by the Honourable Mr. Mountague 111 The Man of no Honour 115 The Vision 119 The Converts 122 The humble Address of your Majesty's Poet-Laureat and other your Catholick and Protestant Dissenting-Rhimers with the rest of the Fraternity of Minor Poets inferiour Versifiers and Sonetteers of your Majesty's antient Corporation of Parnassus 126 The Laureat 128 On the Bishops Confinement 132 Advice to the Prince of Orange and the Pacquet-Boat returned 133 A Stanza lately put upon Tyburn 135 Harry Care 's last Will and Testament 135 A new Catch in praise of the Reverend Bishops 137 Protestanism revived or the persecuted Church triumphing 138 The Council 140 The Audience 141 An Epistle to Mr. Dryden 143 The Dream 146 Over the Lord Dover's Door 1686. 149 Over the Lord Salisbury's Door 1686. 150 To the speaking Head ibid. An Essay writ over his Door on an Instittuion and Induction 151 The Fable of the Pot and the Kettle as it was told by Coll. Titus the Night before he kist the King's Hand 152 An Epitaph on Henry Care 153 A Lenten Prologue refus'd by the Players 1682. 154 A Paper fixed on the King's Chappel Door on Easter-Day 1687. 156 On King James's Pistoling a Mastiff-Dog at Banbury in his last Progress 157 The Metamorphosis 159 Caesar's Ghost 162 The Fourth Satyr of Boileau by VV. K. 1687. 171 A Congratulatory Poem on his Highness the Prince of Orange's coming into England by Mr. Tho. Shadwell 174 on Queen Mary's Arrival in England by Tho. Shadwell 178 The Observator 180 A Miracle how the Dutchess of Modena being in Heaven prayed to the Blessed Virgin that the Queen might have a Son and how our Lady sent the Angel Gabriel with her Smock upon which the Queen was with Child 184 The Dialogue 186 On the University of Cambridg's burning the Duke of Monmouth's Picture 1685. who was formerly their Chancelour by Mr. Stepney 189 On the Commencement at Cambridg by Mr. Ayloffe 192 To Mr. Fleet Shepperd by Mr. P r 193 An Explanation of King James's Declaration 195 On the Death of the Queen by the Lord Cutts 199 Tunbrigialia or the Pleasures of Tunbridg in a Letter to

to appear In Steel before you yet Great Sir approve My manly VVishes and more vigorous Love In whom a cold Respect were Treason to A Father's Ashes greater than to you VVhose one Ambition 't is for to be known By Daring Loyalty your Wilmot's Son Rochester Wadh. Coll. A young Gentleman desirous to be a Minister of State thus pretends to qualifie himself TO make my self for this Employment fit I 'll learn as much as ever I can get Of the Honourable Gray of Ru n's VVit In Constancy and sincere Loyalty I 'll imitate the grateful Shaftsbury And that we may assume the Churches Weal And all Disorder in Religion heal I will espouse Lord Hall x's Zeal To pay respect to sacred Revelation To scorn th' affected Wit of Prophanation And rout Impiety out of the Nation To suppress Vice and Scandal to prevent Buckingham's Life shall be my Precedent That living Model of good Government To dive into the Depth of States-mens Craft To search the Secrets of the subtlest Heart To hide my own Designs with prudent Art To make each Man my Property become To frustrate all the Plots of France or Rome None can so well instruct as my Lord Moon For moral Honesty in Deed and Word Lord W r Example will afford That and his Courage too are on record Upon the King's Voyage to Chatham to make Bulwarks against the Dutch and the Queen's Miscarriage thereupon WHen Iames our great Monarch so wise and discreet Was gone with three Barges to face the Dutch Fleet Our young Prince of Wales by Inheritance stout Was going to aid him and peep'd his Head out But seeing his Father without Ships or Men Commit the Defence of us all to a Chain Taffy was frighted and sculk'd in again Nor thought while the Dutch domineer'd in our Road It was safe to come further and venture abroad Not Walgrave or th' Epistle of Seigneur le Duke Made her Majesty sick and her Royal Womb puke But the Dutch-men picqueering at Dover and Harwich Gave the Ministers agues and the Queen a miscarriage And to see the poor King stand of Ships in such need Made the Catholicks quake and her Majesty bleed I wish the sad Accident dont spoil the young Prince Take off all his Manhood and make him a Wench But the Hero his Father no Courage did lack Who was sorry on such a pretext to come back He mark'd out his Ground and mounted a Gun And 't is thought without such a pretence he had run For his Army and Navy were said to increase As appears when we have no occasion in Peace Nay if the Dutch come we despise them so much Our Navy incognito will leave them i' th' lurch And to their eternal Disgrace we are able To beat 'em by way of a Post and a Cable Why was this Sir left out of the wise Declaration That flatter'd with hopes of more Forces the Nation 'T would have done us great Good to have said you intended The Strength of the Nation the Chain should be mended Tho we thank you for passing so kindly your word Which ne'er yet was broke that you 'd rule by the Sword A Charge to the Grand Inquest of England 1674. ROom for the Bedlam C ns Hell and Fury Room for the Gentlemen of our Grand Iury. Led by no conjuring Bayliff with white Wand But stately Mace in stalking Giant 's hand Call them o'er Cryer swear them every Man And let an Oath fetter 'em if it can The Foreman first preferr'd before the rest 'Cause he has learnt the Art of Prating best Then Howard Powell Garaway and Meers Temple and S who yet wears his Ears Candish the Fop Whorwood that Senior Soph Some fresh come on some lately taken off When these have kist the Book swear all the rest The numerous swarm of this too Grand Inquest Five hundred strong a formidable Crew Would you could say of half good Men and true Stand close together Sirs and hear your Charge In brief which Lawyers use to give at large Imprimis as to Treason let that pass Since to talk Treason boldly long since was A Priviledge of your House and shortly you Will privileg'd be to plot and act it too For Sacrilege Thefts Robberies and Rapes Murders Cheats Perjuries with such petty Scapes Of which your selves you too well guilty know Transmit these Trifles to the Courts below But if a Member chance to get a Scar For the Cause or by fortune de la Guerr You of the Inquest strictly must implore Whether the wound were given by Rogue or Whore Vote it a Breach of Privilege then pass An Act Sir Iohn's Nose is as whole as ' t was If a blunt Porter justle from the wall Or knavish Boy at Foot-ball give a fall To one O' your House let Boys and Porters be Sent to the Tower or brought upon their Knee But above all beat boldly every where For your just Rights and Privileges here Find them out all and more than ever were Search the Repositories of the Tower And your own Brains to stretch your lawless Power Ransack your Writers Selden Needham Pryn Rather than fail bring the sly Jesuit in Then swoln with Pride and Poyson suckt from these Vote your own Privilege is what you please Thus fortifi'd each Member is supreme What Court of Justice dares touch one of them The King disdains not to submit his Cause To the known Course and Tryal of the Laws Each Subject may his King with safety sue But King nor Subject can have Right from you Who are Law-givers Judge and Party too With what distemper'd Counsels are we fed When such Convulsions are on England bred The very Arse is hoisted o'er the Head Well may you sit in Love with all your hearts It is a Posture proper to those Parts Humble as Spiders while they crawl below Despis'd afraid of every Spurn and Blow Crept in your Hole once you imperious grow Spread Laws Oaths Snares for other Men to fall And you your selves may trample on them all From Privilege of Sov'reign Parliament If you have any Breath and Time unspent In the next place to Grievances proceed Such Grievances as make the Subject bleed What we nam'd last before may here stand first For of all Plagues with which this Nation 's curst The Privilege of Parliament is worst Then with full Throats and empty Brains let fly Against the Rise and Growth of Popery Power Arbitrary and the Prerogative Royal Monopolies and Imprisonments illegal Offices set to sale and scarce a Clause Well executed of the Cobweb Laws But tho corrupt enough touch not th' Arcana Of your dread Idol Law your great Diana 'T will make the Nation full of Lawyers rave With Tongue and Pen Nonsense and Noise who have By this false Oracle heap'd up more Gold Than e'er that Goddesses High-priest of old 'T would kindle amongst your selves a Civil War For those Gallants tho not the greatest are Of your whole House the loudest

sweat to read Him I'gad you may run over this and be almost asleep Th' Immortal Mouse who saw the Viceroy come So far to see Her did invite her Home There 's a pretty Name now for the Spotted Mouse the Viceroy Smith But pray why d' ye call her so Bayes Why Because it sounds prettily I 'll call her the Crown-General presently if I 've a mind to it Well did invite her Home To smoak a Pipe and o're a sober Pot Discourse of Oates and Bedloe and the Plot. She made a Court'sy like a Civil Dame And being much a Gentlewoman came Well Gentlemen here 's my First part finish'd and I think I have kept my Word with you and given it the Majestick turn of Heroick Poesy The rest being matter of Dispute I had not such frequent occasion for the magnificence of Verse tho I'gad they speak very well And I have heard Men and considerable Men too talk the very same things a great deal worse Iohn Nay without doubt Mr. Bayes they have received no small advantage from the smoothness of your numbers Bayes Ay ay I can do 't if I list Tho you must not think I have been so dull as to mind these things my self but 't is the advantage of our Coffee-house that from their talk one may write a very good polemical Discourse without ever troubling one's head with the Books of Controversy For I can take the slightest of their Arguments and clap 'em pertly into four Verses which shall stare any London Divine in the face Indeed your knotty Reasonings with a long train of Majors and Minors and the Devil and all are too barbarous for my style but I'gad I can flourish better with one of these twinkling Arguments than the best of 'em can fight with t'other But we return to our Mouse and now I 've brought 'em together let 'em ' en speak for themselves which they will do extreamly well or I 'm mistaken And pray observe Gentlemen if in one you don't find all the delicacy of a luxurious City-Mouse and in the other all the plain simplicity of a sober serious Matron Dame said the Lady of the Spotted Muff Methinks your Tiff is sour your Cates meer stuff There did not I tell you she 'd be nice Your Pipe 's so foul that I disdain to smoak And the Weed worse than e're Tom I s took Smith I did not hear she had a Spotted Muff before Bayes Why no more she has not now But she has a Skin that might make a Spotted Muff. There 's a pretty Figure now unknown to the Ancients Leave leave she's earnest you see this hoary Shed and lonely Hills And eat with me at Groleau's smoak at Will 's What Wretch would nibble on a Hanging-shelf When at Pontack's he may Regale himself Or to the House of cleanly Rhenish go Or that at Charing-Cross or that in Channel-Row Do you mark me now I would by this represent the vanity of a Town-Fop who pretends to be acquainted at all those good Houses though perhaps he ne're was in ' em But heark she goes on Come at a Crown a Head our selves we 'll treat Champain our Liquor and Ragousts our Meat Then hand in hand we 'll go to Court dear Cuz To visit Bishop Martin and King Buz. With Evening Wheels we 'll drive about the Park Finish at Locket's and reel home i' th' Dark Break clattering Windows and demolish Doors Of English Manufactures Pimps and Whores Iohns Methinks a Pimp or a Whore is an odd sort of a Manufacture Mr. Bayes Bayes I call 'em so to give the Parliament a hint not to suffer so many of 'em to be exported to the decay of Trade at home With these Allurements Spotted did invite From Hermits Cell the Female Proselyte Oh! with what ease we follow such a Guide Where Souls are starv'd and Senses gratifi'd Now would not you think she 's going but I'gad you 're mistaken you shall hear a long Argument about Infallibility before she stirs yet But here the White by observation wise Who long on Heaven had fixt her prying Eyes With thoughtful Countenance and grave Remark Said or my Judgment fails me or 't is dark Lest therefore we should stray and not go right Through the brown horror of the starless Night Hast thou Infallibility that Wight Sternly the Savage grin'd and thus reply'd That Mice may err was never yet deny'd That I deny said the immortal Dame There is a Guide gad I 've forgot his Name Who lives in Heaven or Rome the Lord knows where Had we but him Sweet-heart we could not err But heark you Sister this is but a Whim For still we want a Guide to find out Him Here you see I don't trouble my self to keep on the Narration but write white Speaks or dapple Speaks by the Side But when I get any noble thought which I envy a Mouse should say I clap it down in my own Person with a Poeta Loquitur which take notice is a surer sign of a fine thing in my Writings than a Hand in the Margent anywhere else Well now says White What need we find Him we have certain proof That he is somewhere Dame and that 's enough For if there is a Guide that knows the way Although we know not him we cannot stray That 's true I'gad Well said White You see her Adversary has nothing to say for her self and therefore to confirm the Victory she shall make a Simile Smith Why then I find Similes are as good after Victory as after a Surprize Bayes Every Jot I'gad or rather better Well she can ●o it two ways either about Emission or Reception of Light or else about Epsom-waters but I think the last is most familiar therefore speak my pretty one As though 't is controverted in the School If Waters pass by Urine or by Stool Shall we who are Philosophers thence gather From this dissention that they work by neither And I'gad she 's in the right on 't but mind now she comes upon her swop All this I did your Arguments to try And I'gad if they had been never so good this next Line confutes ' em Hear and be dumb thou Wretch that Guide am I. There 's a Surprize for you now How sneakingly t'other looks Was not that pretty now to make her ask for a Guide first and then tell her she was one Who could have thought that this little Mouse had the Pope and a whole General Council in her Belly Now Dapple had nothing to say to this and therefore you 'll see she grows peevish Come leave your Cracking tricks and as they say Use not that Barber that trims time delay Which I'gad is new and my own I 've Eyes as well as you to find the way Then on they jogg'd and since an hour of talk Might cut a Banter on the tedious walk As I remember said the sober Mouse

From thence it came this Matter to consume Which cou'd transcribe whole Books without a Hand Behold the Press see how the Squadrons stand In all his Fights the Roman Parricide With half the skill ne'er did his Troops divide Nor Philip's Son who with his Force o'rerun And mow'd the Countries of the Rising Morn Not the least motion from their Post but all Work hard and wait the welcome Signal 's Call The Letters all turn'd Mutes in Iron bound Never prove Vocal till in Ink they 're drown'd The Lab'ring Engine their still silence breaks And straight they render up their Charge and speak Now drunk with the Castalian flood they sing Arma Virumq gods and god-like Kings Six hundred Lines of Maro's quick as Thought Beyond the nimblest Running-hand are wrought Much fairer too the Characters do show For Grace fam'd Cockquer's Pen its Head must bow Three thousand Births at once you see which soon Or'e ev'ry Country scatter'd are and thrown In every Tongue with which Fame speaks are known These Types immortalize where e're they come And give Learn'd Writers a more lasting Doom Court Rites Galenic Precepts Moses Rules Are Printed off the Guides of Learned Schools What Wonders wou'd Antiquity have try'd Had they the dawn of the Invention spy'd The Offices of Tully were the first That came abroad in this new-fashion'd Dress Imperial Metz her self wou'd Author prove And Venice cries she did the Art improve Not Ancient Cities more for Homer strove Goddess Preserver from the Teeth of Time Who keeps our Names still fresh in Youthful prime What man was he whom thus the Gods have grac'd Worthy among the Stars to have a Place Like Head of Nile unknown thy bubbling rise Is hid for ever hid from Mortal Eyes Prologue by the E. of R r. GEntle Reproofs have long been try'd in vain Men but despise us while we but complain Such numbers are concern'd for the wrong side A weak resistance still provokes their Pride And cannot stem the fierceness of the Tide Laughers Buffoons with an unthinking Crowd Of gaudy Fools impertinent and loud Insult in every corner Want of Sen●e Confirm'd with an outlandish Impudence Among the rude Disturbers of the Pit Have introduc't ill Breeding and false Wit To boast their Lewdness here young Scourers meet And all the vile Companions of a Street Keep a perpetual bawling near that Door Who beat the Bawd last Night who bilk't the Whore They snarle but neither Fight nor pay a Farthing A Play-house is become a mear Bear-garden Where every one with Insolence enjoys His Liberty and Property of Noise Should true Sense with revengeful Fire come down Our Sodom wants Ten Men to save the Town Each Parish is infected to be clear We must loose more than when the Plague was here While every little Thing perks up so soon That at Fourteen it hectors up and down With the best Cheats and the worst Whores i' th' Town Swears at a Play who should be whipt at School The Foplings must in time grow up to rule The Fashion must prevail to be a Fool. Some powerful Muse inspir'd for our defence Arise and save a little common Sense In such a Cause let thy keen Satyr bite Where Indignation bids thy Genius write Mark a bold leading Coxcomb of the Town And single out the Beast and hunt him down Hang up his mangl'd Carcass on the Stage To fright away the Vermin of the Age. On Melting down the Plate Or The Pisspot's Farewel 1697. MAids need no more their Silver Piss-pots scoure They now must jog like Traytors to the Tower A quick dispatch no sooner are they come But ev'ry Vessel there receives its Doom By Law condemn'd to take their fiery Tryal A sentence that admits of no denial Presumptious Piss-pot How did'st thou offend Compelling Females on their Hams to bend To Kings and Queens we humbly bow the Knee But Queens themselves are forc'd to stoop to thee To thee they cringe and with a straining Face They cure their Grief by opening of their Case In times of need thy help they did implore And oft to ease their Ailments made thee roar Under their Bed thou still had'st been conceal'd And ne're but on Necessity reveal'd When over charg'd and in Extremity Their dearest Secrets they disclos'd to thee Long hast thou been a Prisoner close confin'd But Liberty is now for the design'd Thou whom so many Beauties have enjoyed Now in another use shall be employ'd And with delight be handled ev'ry Day And oftner occupied a better way But crafty Workmen first must thee refine To purge thee from thy Soder and thy Brine When thou transform'd into another shape Shalt make the World rejoyce at thy Escape And from the Mint in Triumph shalt be sent New Coin'd and Mill'd to ev'ry Hearts content Welcome to all then proud of thy new Vamp Bearing the Pass-port of a royal Stamp And pass as currant pleasant and as free As that which hath so oft pass'd into thee On Content I. BLest he that with a mighty Hand Does bravely his own fate command Whom threatning Ills and flattering Pleasures find Safe in the Empire of a constant Mind Who from the peaceful Bench descries Repining Man in the World Ocean tost And with a chearful Smile defies The Storm in which the discontented's lost II. Content thou best of Friends for those In our Necessities art so Mid'st all our Ill a Blesing still in store Joy to the Rich and Riches to the Poor Thou Chimick good that can'st alone From Fates most poysonous Drugs rich Cordial raise Thou truest Philosophick Stone That turn'st Lifes melancholy Dross to golden Days III. Content the good the golden mean The safe Estate that sits between The sordid Poor and miserable Great The humble Tenant of a rural Seat In vain we Wealth and Treasure heap He ' mid'st his thousand Kingdoms still is poor That for another Crown does weep 'T is only he is Rich that wishes for no more VI. Hence Titles Mannors and Estate Content alone can make us great Content is Riches Honour all beside While the French Hero with insatiate Pride A single Empire does disdain While still he 's great and still would greater be On the least spot of Earth I Reign A happier Man and mightier Monarch far than he V. I beg good Heaven with just Desires What Need not Lux●●● requires Give me with sparing Hands but moderate Wealth A little Honour and enough of Health Life from the busie City free Near shady Groves and purling Stream confin'd A faithful Friend a pleasing she And give me all in one give a contented Mind VI. Tell me no more of glorious Things Of Crowns of Palaces and Kings The glittering Folly nobly I contemn And scorn the troubles of a Diadem Thus Horace for his Sabine Seat Did mighty Caesars shining Court refuse And in himself compleatly great Contentedly enjoy'd a Mistress and a Muse. Tunbridge-Wells By the Earl of Rochester Iune 30. 1675. AT