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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A30966	White-Hall fayre, or, Who buys good penniworths of Barkstead the fayre proclamed.	Barkstead, John, d. 1662.	1648 (1648)	Wing B817A; ESTC R38539	3,045	10

WHITE-HALL FAYRE OR Who buyes good Penniworths OF BARKSTEAD THE FAYRE PROCLAMED O Yes come all who doe intend to buy Good Penniworths doe you want Treachery Schisme Sedition Votes both pro and con Doe you want bane to kill a Nation Doe you want Orders Questions Proclamations Covenants Contracts Compacts Protestations Here you may furnisht be with sives of ayre O yes come all then unto White-Hall-Fayre Printed for A. P. 1648. WHITE-HALL FAYRE c. Spectator HEre 's a Faire well furnisht what Colonel Barkstead art thou turn'd Pedlar what rarities make thy packe looke with so full a countenance thou art laden with other Commodities sure then Thimbles and silver Spoones Pedlar Sir I intrusted am by our high States Who are the Kingdomes Rulers yea their Fates To put to sale those paper Ordinances Who broke ere they were charg'd by sad mischances For to make money of those rotten Lawes Which shrunke and durst not to support the Cause I am Authoriz'd to present to view The States Quodiblits and I have a few Of their strange wild projections hard to see To kill the King and all his Progenie Spectator Pri-thee discover some of those envi'd Objects What 's that thou art so shie to bring out rip up the belly of thy Bag and let me take a view of all Pedlar Here is a Fairing dangerous to reveale 'T is the late counterfeited new Great Seale With which the Commons ratifie their Acts And doe confirme their treasonable Facts Nor is this to be thought a grand deceit For they each one even Kings do counterfeit The Kings Power virtually is in them They say and therefore share his Diadem And though against all Reason Law and Right They keepe him Prisoner in the Isle of Wight By consequence He doth amongst them sit If you will please Sir for to credit it Spectator Their principles are altogether Paradoxes but prithee what 's that hath so faire an out-side yet is so black within Pedlar O Sir this able is all Hell to daunt This is the Solemne league and Covenant A damn'd projection such as Knox found out When hee and Andrew Melvill went about For to reforme the Scottish Kirk and draw All to imbrace the Presbyterian law When the Earth sweat for to behold their acts And Hell was plow'd up with their hellish facts This is the Gordian-knot that once did tie Two Kingdomes in a trayterous Amitie This thrust them forward Bishops to pull downe And after that to ceaze on CHARLES his Crowne While the poore Commons of this bale-full Isle Were forc't for to be perjur'd and meane while Expos'd to all calamity and woe Their Persons slaine their Chattels ceaz'd on too But now the Members having gain'd their ends They kick the Scots off once their onely Friends The Covenant no longer they regard They fought for fame their Brethren for reward And Oliver even by his Sword hath vow'd Their Government shall never be allow'd Spectator What 's that that is so patch't and piec't there with many Cuts and slices in 't as if some Sword had been eating out a passage through and through it Pedlar This is an Ordinance o' the purest kind That maimed Soldiers may some succour find Those that have lost a joynt an Arme a Leg Must now no longer be constrain'd to beg They shall have a relief the day is set From those Delinquents states not found out yet Their service is summ'd up and this is all That must bee their reward an Hospitall Three-pence a day cleane Straw contempt and scorne This is the badge that must their Armes adorne Spectator Was any other to be expected but that those who have ruinated others for gaine should in the end perish themselves by want but what more hast thou there prithee make a full and free discovery Pedlar Here 's a Declaration showes The Members doe repent the woes They have upon the Kingdome brought While they good-men it's welfare sought Therefore to bleare the Commons eyes And for to stint their heavie cryes This doth declare they will appoint Those men who to put all in joint Shall heare their heavie plaints redresse All grievances that them oppresse Though no such thing they doe intend Or that their Pressures e're should end Spectator Enough of that but what is that other Scrowle there thou hast bound up so surely Pedlar O Sir this Ordinance commands The speedy sale of Bishops lands For since the Church is quite defac't Why with Revenues is it grac't This lovely Pawne is layd to pledge To Sathan Prince of Sacriledge Since now no Learning's requisite But what the Spirit doth indite Since Coblers Tinkers Weavers Taylors Rope-makers Chandlers Pedlars Saylors Can Preach and lovely well can Pray When as the Spirit bids them say Since now each Dolt although in jest Can put on black and bee a Priest And with his Staffe in hand can trace All o're the Land from place to place And mongst the Rurals pick up pence Tearming it supreame providence What should wee doe with Learned men No let the Chaos come agen For since no lands the Church doth merit Wee all will live upon the Spirit Spectator Church Lands are worth a million an Acre and yet whoseever buyes one for a pennie will lose by the bargaine but those Sacrilegious theeves at Westminster are so flesht in wickednesse that were it in their power they would make sale of the Golden gates of Heaven and traffick for the Emeraulds and Saphires that pave it but what other conceits hast thou Pedlar Sir here 's an Ordinance that doth command That all the Royall partie out of hand Depart the City and for preservation Of those good Members that now rule our Nation Not come within ten furlongs of the Citty Lest they be snapt by a Select Committee Hierusalem the holy Citty none But Saints must have their habitation In thee and therefore now away prophane And come when you are sent for in againe None must in London take up their abode But the blest Round-heads the Elect of God Whom he hath blest with a pure Reformation To trample on the ruines of a Nation Bow bow your backs stoope stoope and let them ride Yee Cavaliers your Fate you must abide Spectator They are immeasurally happy whose occasions will permit them to keep out of that great but wicked City who was the first fementer of the late rebellious Warre and will be the last that so arts the greatest for its treacherie but what 's that i' the black box there Pedlar Sir this some call Hells master-piece the core And heart of all those Ills that went before A vile projection grimme and dangerous Deform'd defunct destructive Hazordaus The Epitome and extract of all crimes That have these seven yeers abus'd the Times T is call'd an Ordinance that none shall dare Lest they gaine death as those that Traytors are From their Leige Lord a letter to receive Or any letter writ from him to give Into their hands harke harke yee Nations neere Yee Tartars who doe only Demons feare It is high Treason now for us to doe That which the Law of God injoynes us to Yea and all humane Statutes were they scand Command us to obey our Kings command Ring the Bells backward now let all things jarre As when the furious Element mannag'd warre All things goe quite contrary blacks call'd white White black right is call'd wrong wrong called right Spectator Thou hast showne mee very strange ware such as never no Pedlar before thee could produce but is this all Pedlar No Sir I 'ave one thing more and this is it And let swift Fame for aye remember it Pray shut your eyes for that which now I shew Once forct Sol back when he the lines did view As when Thiestes Banquet stay'd his course Or Joshua's Prayers did unyoake his horse This I doe want a name for 't is a thing Some call a Declaration 'gainst the King Taxing him for his Life this if you buy You have the Master-piece of treachery This this alone discovers their false hearts And that they ever acted Traytors parts Since now for to support their tottering state They 'l purchase Hell sell sinne at any rate They would perswade the world the Kings command Did send his Father to the Stygian strand O damn'd contrivers of a Nations woe The Ruiners of Prince and People too Come who buyes this that hee may read and see What vipers our brave Westminsterians bee But now 't is night and Sol is gon Darknesse ore-spreads the Horizon All you who to White-hall repaire Pray enter and behold the Faire For such a Faire was never knowne Nor ne're will bee when this is gone FINIS