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
to baul ' Gainst Bishops Courts Canonical Wee 'll ask no more Let him be hang'd a Surplice wears And Tippet on his shoulders bears Raggs of the Whore Secure us from our needlesse fears Let and Burton have their ears Wee 'll ask no more Reform each University And in them let no Learning be A great Eye-sore From hence make Romes Arminians flee That none may have free-will but wee Wee 'll ask no more Lest the Elect should go astray Let Coblers teach you the right way To Heavens door And lest their soles should wear away Let them their Sisters underlay Wee 'll ask no more Next from the Bishops Hierarchy Oh the word sounds but scurvily Let 's hear 't no more It ne're was taught the Apostles by Lay-Elders may the place supply Wee 'll ask no more Next for the State we think it fit That Mr. Pym should govern it He 's very poor The money that 's for Ireland writ Faith let them have the Devil a bit Wee 'll ask no more For ordering the Militia Let us ordain a new new way Ne're heard before Let the Great Council bear the sway If you will give us leave you may Wee 'll ask no more In this we will not be deny'd Because in you wee 'll not confide We know wherefore The Citizens their Plate provide Do you but send in yours beside Wee 'll ask no more Now if that you 'll make Hull your own There 's one thing more we must set down Forgot before Sir John shall then give up the Town If you will but resign your Crown Wee 'll ask no more The Answer to the Petition c. I Charles the King will be so kind To give you leave to take your mind Of all my store When I you Loyal Subjects find And you those Members have resign'd I askt before And when Religion 's all your cares Or London have such heed of theirs They had before When Warwick from Geneva dares Now Printed bring the Common-Prayers And read them o're When all your Consultations tend To pay what you have made men lend None knows wherefore When you no more shall say you 'll send And bring me fairly to mine end You 'll ask no more When your Smectymnuus Surplice wears Or Tippet on his shoulders bears Raggs of the Whore When Burton and Bastwick dares With your good leaves but shew their Eares They 'll ask no more When what I borrowed I shall see Y'have paid each Universitie Of th' City store And Doctors Chaplains Fellows be Free-willers of pluralitie They 'll ask no more When the elect shall make such hast By th' Bretheren to be embrac't In Tubs on floore When Coblers they shall preach their last At Conventicles on a Fast They 'll ask no more When Bishops all the House adorns And Round-heads for their absence mourns A great Eye-sore When ev'ry Citizen lesse scorns Lord Wentworth's head then Essex horns You 'll ask no more When you no more shall dare hereafter A needlesse thing which gains much laughter Granted before When Pym is sent to Ireland slaughter And ne're more hopes to marry my Daughter You 'll ask no more When you have found a clearer way For ordering the Militia Then heard before When Atkins on the Training day Sha'nt dare his Office to bewray Hee 'll ask no more When naught to me shall be deny'd And you shall all in me confide Good cause therefore When Denmark shall for me provide And now Lord Digby's on my side Ask me no more Last when I shall make Hull my own This one thing more I must set down Forgot before When I have got into the Town I 'le make ten more besides that Clown Kneele and implore To the five Principal Members of the Honourable House of Commons The Humble Petition of the POETS AFter so many Concurring Petitions From all Ages and Sexes and all conditions We come in the Rear to present our Follies To Pym Stroude Haslerig Hampden and And we hope for our labour we shall not be shent For this comes from Christendom not from Kent Though set form of Prayers be an Abomination Set forms of Petitions find great Approbation Therfore as others from th' bottom of their souls So wee from the depth and bottom of our Bowles According unto the blessed form taught us We thank you first for the Ills you have brought us For the Good we receive we thank him that gave it And you for the Confidence only to crave it Next in course we Complain of the great violation Of Privilege like the rest of our Nation But 't is none of yours of which we have spoken Which never had being untill they were broken But ours is a Privilege Antient and Native Hangs not on Ordinance or power Legislative And first 't is to speak whatever we please Without fear of a Prison or Pursuivants fees Next that we only may lye by Authority But in that also you have got the Priority Next an old Custom our Fathers did name it Poâ—tical license and alwayes did claim it By this we have power to change Age in Youth Turn Non-sence into Sence and Falshood to Truth In brief to make good whatsoever is faulty This art some Poet or the Devil has taught ye And this our Property you have invaded And a Privilege of both Houses have made it But that trust above all in Poets reposed That Kings by them only are made and Deposed This though you cannot do yet you are willing But when we undertake Deposing or Killing They 're Tyrants and Monsters and yet then the Poet Takes full Revenge on the Villains that do it And when we resume a Scepter or a Crown We are Modest and seek not to make it our own But is 't not presumption to write Verses to you Who make the better Poems of the two For all those pretty Knacks you do compose Alas what are they but Poems in prose And between those and ours there 's no difference But that yours want the rhime the wit and the sense But for lying the most Noble part of a Poet You have it abundantly and your selves know it And though you are Modest and seem to abhor it 'T has done you good service and thank He'ven for it Although the old Maxime remains still in force That a Sanctified Cause must have a Sanctified Course If poverty be a part of our Trade So far the whole Kingdome Poets you have made Nay even so far as undoing will do it You have made King Charles in manner a Poet But provoke not his Muse for all the world knows Already you have had too much of his Prose The Parliaments Pedigree NO Pedigrees nor Projects Of after-times I tell Nor what strange things the Parliament In former times befell Nor how an Emperour got a King Nor how a King a Prince But you shall hear what Progenies Have been begotten since The Devil he a Monster got Which was both strong and stout This many-headed
Monster Did strait beget a Rout This Rout begat a Parliament As Charles he well remembers The Parliament got Monsters too The which begot Five Members The Members Five did then beget Most of the House of Peers The Peers mis-understandings got All Jealousies and Fears The Jealousies got Horse and Men Lest Warrs should have abounded And I dare say this Horse got Pym And he begot a Round-head The Round-head got a Citizen That great Tax-bearing Mule The Mule begot a Parliament Asse And he begot a Fool Some say the Fool got Warwick And Rich gave him his whole Land In zeal Lord Rich got God knows who And God knows who got H This H Surplices got down And those Church Rites that were He hath Petitions enough each day No need of the Lords Prayer But it 's no wonder that 's cry'd down And that indeed the rather Cause Pym and he two Bastards are And dare not say Our Father Now since this is the chiefest thing Hath got this great division Which London for to reconcile Hath got this great Munition The City hath now been refin'd From all her Drosse and Pelf They 're now about for to new mold And Coyn the Common-wealth To those who desire no Peace SHould all those various Gales whose titles are layn Enrol'd within the Pilots Register Break from their drowsie Dens where they have Bound up in slumbers and invade the Main They could not raise a storm like that which they Raise in the Common-wealth who would betray Our Peace to Civil War in which the State Must bleed it self to death and have the fate After its stock of life is spent to lye Buried i' th Rubbish of an Anarchy Should Ravens Bats and the shrill Owl conspire To twist their Notes into a General Quire And chuse the Mandrake for the Chaunter they Could not shrill forth such an ill-boding lay Or strains so Jarring as do those whose throats Warble the clamorous and untunefull Notes Of Blood and Death some whirle-wind Sirs has ta'en Its Lodging up in the Fanatick brain Of these bold sons of tumult I dare say They moulded were of some distemper'd Clay Which from its Centre was by Earth-quake torn A Tempest shook the world when they were born Sure from its Sphere the Element of Fire Is dropt and does their bosomes now inspire The flame lockt up in bold Ravillacks urne Is snatcht from thence and in their hearts does burn Night open thy black wombe and let out all Thy dreadfull furies yet these furies shall Not chill my heart with any fear since day Has furies shewn blacker by far then they Let Vaux now sleep untill the day of Doom Open his eyes forgotten in his Tomb Let none revile his dust his Name shall be Extirpated from every History To yield a room for others for 't is fit Their Names in place of his should now be writ Who think that no Religion can be good Unlesse 't be writ in Characters of Blood No marvail if the Rubrick then must be Blotted from out the Sacred Liturgie And those red Letters now no more be known They 'le have no other Rubrick but their own But shall they thus impetuously roule on And meet not any Malediction Yes sure may sleep that milde and gentle balme Which all unkind distempers does becalme Be unto them a torture may their Dreams Be all of Murders Rapes and such like Theams And when they 're spent may Wolves approach and howle To break their slumbers may the Bat and Owle Before their Gates to usher in the dayes Unwellcome light stretch out their direfull layes ' Mongst their disordered humors may there be A deadly Feud and fatal mutiny May sudden flames their houses melt away And Feavers burn their houses too of Clay May all their faculties and sences be Astonisht by some drousie Lethargie That there may be allow'd them only sence Enough to feel the pangs of Conscience Griping their souls that they who thought it sin To have peace without may have no peace within The French Report ME have of late been in England Vere me have seen much sport De raising of de Parliament Have quite pull'd down de Court De King and Queen dey seperate And rule in Ignorance Pray judge ye Gentlemen if dis Be a la mode de France A vise man dere is like a Ship Dat strikes upon de shelves Dey Prison all Behead and Whip All viser den demselves Dey send out men to fetch deyr King Who may come home perchance Oh fye fye fye it is be Gar Not a la mode de France Dey raise deyr Valiant Prentices To guard deyr Cause with Clubs Dey root deyr Bishops out of doors And Presh demselves in Tubs De Cobler and de Tinker too Dey will in time advance Pox take dem all it is Mort Dieu Not a la mode de France Instead of bowing to deyr King Dey vex him with Epistles Dey furnish all deyr Souldiers out With Bodkins Spoons and Whistles Dey bring deyr Gold and Silver in De Brownists to advance But if dey be cheat of it all ' Tiz a la mode de France But if when all deyr wealth is gone Dey turn unto deyr King Dey will make all amends again Den merrily we will sing VIVE LE ROY VIVE LE ROY Vee'le Sing Carouse and Dance De English men have done for t Bon And a la mode de France A Loyal Subjects Oath THis is my Oath for ever to despise With heart and soul and all my Faculties The Kings proud foes and with my life subdue All that to his Sacred Majesty are not true To execute his Precepts with my Blood So far as Conscience dictates it is good To make my body a Bullwark ' gainst his foes And to maintain his red and whitest Rose Venture Life and Living Sword and Muse Still to uphold the Glorious Flower-de-luce To be the same to Prince and Duke of York Or for a cursed Jew that eats no Pork Let me be Cursed and receive the Curse Hangs over Pym and Hotham and a worse I cannot wish he that denyes this Oath Let these and my Curse light upon them both Short and Sweet WIse men suffer good men grieve Knaves devise and Fools believe Help O Lord send ayd unto us Else Knaves and Fools will quite undoe us To the City of London TEll me Cittz what ye lack That the Knaves of the Pack Ye do not see forth comming Love ye Treason so well That ye neither buy nor sell But keep a noise with your Drumming What is 't that you guard With your double watch and ward Your own wares or your wises things If down come the Blades Then down go the Trades They 'll not leave a dead or a live thing What doth your profit say When shall we see the day That money shall be paid in Great Strafford he is dead Ye have cut off his bead And the Bishops all are laid in And yet you grow poor As any
Love-verse give me your Prose I wish each Verse to make delay Had turn'd lame Scazon by the way I read a Hell in every line Of your Polluted Fescennine Your Verses stunk to keep 'em sweet You should have put Socks on their Feet And that the Answer which I shall Now write may be Methodicall I 'le briefly make 't is not amiss An Anacephalaeosis And first I look'd for Nestor when Mere Cupid trickl'd from your Pen Who was your Father you make proof By your Colt's tooth though not your hoof She that was great with you you hold Did not lye in but was with fole'd I wonder one so old so grave Should yet such Youth such Lightnesse have Of the Five Members you alone Shall be esteem'd the Privy One Who like the Gnosticks preach your Text Increase and Multiply and next Convincing Doctrines you deduce Put out the Lights and make Use You say I am a Maid exceeding Apt to be taught by you good breeding But where there 's breeding it is said There 's none unlesse a broken Maid Turn Papist Stallion they 'le dispence With Whoredom by an Indulgence Turn Fryer that thou mayst be free At once with a whole Nunnery There 't will be vertue to ride on The Purple Whore of Babylon Thou mayst as soon turn Turk as King And that O that 's the tempting thing That thou mayst glut thy Appetite With a Seraglio of Delight I am no Proserpine that thus I should desire an Incubus But you must vote if Me you 'le win No Fornication to be Sin You say the House takes it not well The King ' gainst Rebells should Rebell And that 's the reason why you stand To be Dictator of the Land Which mov'd me to a mighty toyle Of getting Vardygrease and Oyle ' Cause such Itch-Med'cine is a thing That 's fittest to anoint you King You say youl 'd undertake and do Wonders would I undergo you For my sake you would Cobler play Your Trade should be to underlay For Me you 'd your chiefest blood Pray spend it on the Sisterhood You wish to dye in those great Fights Of Venus where each Wound delights And should I once to Heaven take wing Youl 'd follow me though in a string Thank you good Sir it is our Will You your last Promise doe fulfill There 's nothing spoke that pleaseth us Like your In funes Cedulus Next come those idle Twittle-twats Which calls me many God-knows-whats As hallowed beautifull and faire Supple and kind and Debonaire You talk of Women that did wooe When I am mad I 'le do so too Then that my Father may not spye The coupling of you and I He shall be guiltlesly detected As a true Subject ill-affected And so the Protestant shall lye In Goal for fear of Popery From hence it is that every Town Almost is now a Prison grown Where Loyalty lies fetter'd then You do commit more sins then men But those your words I have thought best Should punisht be by being prest And that this Body Politick May then be well which now lyes sick May the Greek Î that fatal Tree This Spring bear all such fruit as thee The Penitent Traytor The Humble Petition of a Devonshire Gentleman who was Condemned for TREASON and Executed for the same An. 1641. To the Tune of Fortune my Foe c. ATtend good Christian People to my story A sadder yet was never brought before ye Let each man learn here like a good Disciple To shun foul Treason and the tree that 's Triple Long time I liv'd in the Country next to Cornwall And there my Children were both breed and born all Great was my Credit as my debts did speak And now I 'le shew you why my neck must break There being a Parliament called in September I was for th' Commons an Elected Member And though there were besides above four hundred Yet I at last was for the fifth part numbred For first I joyn'd with some whom Piety Made Knaves lest such their Fathers prov'd should be Their Ignorance to sin enjoyned many Voyces Which made bad Speeches but Excellent Noyses Thus by my faction the whole House was sway'd All sorts of people flockt to me for Ayd They brought me Gold and Plate in Huggar Muggar Besides eight hundred pounds worth in Loaf-sugar What e're the Grievance was I did advise They should Petitions bring in Humble wise Which I did frame my self thus did rook them They paid me when I gave and when I took them By this I gained and by the Money-Pole Which paid my debts 10000 pounds i' th whole My Childrens Portions too with much content I paid in State by Acts of Parliament Thus though I make all Jesuits fly the Nation My self did practise much Equivocation For oft I Vow'd the Common-wealth as honey Was sweet to me but I by wealth meant money And lest my Plots should after be unmasked And how I got such Wealth chance to be asked I cast about how I might gain such power As might from Justice safely me secure Then first I labour'd to divest the Crown Of all Prerogatives and bring them down First to both Houses and then but one should have them Five Members next and last my self would have them Because I knew the State would not admit Such Change unlesse the Church did Usher it I left the old Religion for advantage Endeavouring to set up one that did want age Which when all Learned Levites did withstand Regarding Gods Word more then my command I such supprest and made for which I woe am The basest people Priests like Jeroboam Then each profession sent out Teachers moe Then both the Universities could doe To handle a Text the Good-wifes fingers itches And vows she 'll preach with her Husband for the Breeches By this new Godly lives but few did gain The rest for want of Trading they complain I told them 't was a wicked Counsellors plot And till his head went off their wares would not This Great mans guilt was Loyalty and Wisdom Which made me cast about to work his Doom The Sword of Justice was too short to do 't 2000. Clubs must therefore jerk it out He being knockt down some others for the like Crime Were sent to Prison some escapt in time Thus Law and Equity in awe was kept here And Clubs were taught how to controul the Scepter We took from th' upper-Upper-house Votes five times five And they aym'd all the Kings Voyce Negative Which to effect we did an Order make That what he would not give our selves would take Then we petition'd that the Forts and Towers And all the strength o' th Kingdom might be ours And thus to save the King from Soveraign dangers As if he had better Fall by Us than Strangers Whilst he denyes they Legally are stay'd on By a â—aw call'd Resolv'd upon the Question But still his Chief strength was above our Arts His righteous Cause and loyal Subjects hearts Being Arm'd with these by
an uncouth kind Both for its Body and its mind Make hast and see 't else 't will be gon For now 't is sick and drawing on London sad London AN ECCHO WHat wants thee that thou art in this sad taking A King What made him first remove hence his residing syding Did any here deny him satisfaction Faction Tell me whereon this strength of Faction lyes On lyes What didst thou do when the King left Parliament Lament What terms would'st give to gain his Company Any But how wouldst serve him with thy best endeavour Ever What wouldst thou do if here thou couldst behold him Hold him But if he comes not what becomes of London Vndone Upon bringing in the Plate ALL you that would no longer To a Monarch be subjected Come away to Guildhall and be there liberall Your Wish shall be there effected Come come away bring your Gold bring your Jewells Your silver Shap't or Molten If the King you 'l have down and advance to the Crown Five Members and K Regard no Proclamations They 're Subjects fit to Jest on Elsing's far better than C. R. Resolv'd upon the Question Come come away c. You Aldermen first send in Your Chaines upon these Summons To buy Ropes ends for all the Kings Friends They 're Traytors to the Commons Come come away c. Your Basons large and Ewers Unto this use alot them If ere you mean your hands to clean From th'Sins by which you got them Come come away c. Bring in your Cannes and Gobletts You Citizens confiding And think it no scorn to drink in a Horn Of your own Wives providing Come come away c. Ye Bretheren strong and lusty The Sisters Exercise yee Get Babes of Grace and Spoons apace Both Houses do advise yee Come come away c. Let the Religious Sempstress Her silver Thimble bring here 'T will be a fine thing in deposing a King To say you had a Finger Come come away c. Your Childe 's redeemed Whistle May here obtain Admittance Nor shall that Cost be utterly lost They 'le give you an Acquittance Come come away c. The Gold and Silver Bodkin The Parliament woo'd ha both Which oft doth make the House to take A Journey on the Sabboth Come come away c. You that have store of Mony Bring 't hither and be thrifty If th' Parliament thrive they 'le so contrive You shall have back Four for Fifty Come come away c. If when the Councell's ended Your Plate you will recover Be sure you may the chief Head that day On the Bridge or Tower discover Come come away c. The Prentices Petition to the Close Committee TO you close Members wee the Young men come If Justice in this house has any Room With a Petition but it is for peace If you are vext pray let all Quarrells cease First for Religion If 't be no offence Nor hinder things of greater Consequence We hope you do suppose there 's some such thing ' Cause 'thas bin often mention'd by the King Wee 'ld hav 't establisht and do hold it fit That no Lay-Levites ought to meddle with 't Next that in spight of Treason we may have A happy peace but that we need not crave For when our bodkins cease 't wil be your pleasure That arms may cease not wanting wil but treasure Else you 'le but put the King to farther trouble To beat you to 't and make you Subjects double We know y' are powerfull and can wonders do Both by your Votes and Ordinances too In case all those Murther'd Innocent men May by your Votes be made alive again Then your admiring Spirits shall perswade us That neither War nor Famine can invade us Till then you 'le give us leave to trust our Eyes And from our sad Experience now grow wise Let not the Collonell 's gaping son o' th' City Be made the Mouth unto this close Committe Whose gaudy Troope because they 're boyes he boasts They are the Children of the Lord of Hosts And knows no reason for indeed t is ' scant Why States are not like Churches Militant Next that Truth Wisedome Justice Loyalty And Law five Members of our Faculty Who not by the King but you have been so long By Votes Expell'd from your Rebellious throng May be restored and in spight of Pym Be heard to speak their mind as well as him Which if not granted we do tell you this Your Lord whose head 's in a Parenthesis Shall not secure you but we shall unty That twisted Rabble of the Hierachy Clubs are good payments and'mongst other things Know we are as many Thousands as you Kings In the Interim pray tell your fore-horse Pym Just as he loves the King so we love him Londons Farewell to the Parliament FArewell to the Parliament with hey with hey Farewell to the Parliament with hoe Your dear delight the City Our wants have made us witty And a for the Close Committee With a hey trolly lolly loe Farewell the Lord of Essex with hey with hey Farewell the Lord of Essex with hoe He sleeps till eleven And leaves the Cause at six and seven But 't is no matter their hope 's in Heaven With hey trolly lolly loe Farewell the Lord Wharton with hey with hey Farewell the Lord Wharton with hoe The Saw-pit did hide him Whilst Hastings did out-ride him Then came Brooks and he out-ly'd him With hey trolly lolly loe Farewell Billy Stroud with hey with hey Farewell Billy Stroud with hoe He swore all Whartons lyes were true And it concern'd him so to do For he was in the Saw-pit too With hey trolly lolly loe Farewell the Lord Brooks with hey with hey Farewell the Lord Brooks with hoe He said but first he had got a Rattle That but one hundred fell in the Battle Besides Dogs Whores and such Parliament Cattle With hey trolly lolly loe Farewell Say and Seale with hey with hey Farewell Say and Seale with hoe May these Valiant Sons of Ammon All be Hang'd as high as Haman With the old Anabaptist they came on With hey trolly lolly loe Farewell K with hey with hey Farewell K with hoe Thy Father writ a Godly Book Yet all was fish that came to the hook Sure he is damn'd though but for his look With hey trolly lolly loe Farewell K with hey with hey Farewell K with hoe Thy House had been confounded In vain he had compounded If he had not got a Round-head With hey trolly lolly loe Farewell D H with hey with hey Farewell D H with hoe T was his Ambition or his need Not his Religion did the deed But his Widow hath tam'd him of the speed With hey trolly lolly loe Farewell John Hampden with hey with hey Farewell John Hampden with hoe Hee 's a sly and subtile Fox Well read in Buchanan and Knox And hee s gone down to goad the Oxe With hey trolly lolly loe Farewell John Pym with hey with hey Farewell John
Pym with hoe He would have had a place in Court And he ventur'd all his partie for 't But bribing proves his best support VVith hey trolly lolly loe Farewell John Pym with hey with hey Farewell John Pym with hoe For all the feign'd disaster Of the Taylor and the Plaster Thou shalt not be our Master VVith hey trolly lolly loe Farewell Major Skippon with hey with hey Farewell Major Skippon with hoe Ye have ordered him to kill and slay To rescue him and run away Provide you vote fair weather and pay VVith hey trolly lolly loe Farewell our VVorthies all with hey with hey Farewell our VVorthies all with hoe For they instead of dying Maintain the truth by lying And get victories by flying VVith hey trolly lolly loe Farewell our Scotch Brethren with hey with hey Farewell our Scotch Brethren with hoe They March but to the border But will be brought no farther For neither Ordinance nor Order With hey trolly lolly loe Farewell my little Levites with hey with hey Farewell my little Levites with hoe Though you seem to fear him Yet you can scarce forbear him And when you thank him you but jeer him With hey trolly lolly loe Farewell fears and jealousies with hey with hey Farewell fears and jealousies with hoe Which with lying Declarations Tumults traytors and protestations Have been the ruine of two Nations With hey trolly lolly loe Farewell little Isaack with hey with hey Farewell little Isaack with hoe Thou hast made us all like Asses Part with our Plate and drink in Glasses Whilst thou growst rich with 2 s. Passes With hey trolly lolly loe Farewell Plate and Money with hey with hey Farewell Plate and Money with hoe 'T is going down by water Or something near the matter And a Publique Faith's going after With hey trolly lolly loe Farewell Members five with hey with hey Farewell Members five with hoe Next Petition we deliver Sends you packing down the River And the Devil be your driver With hey trolly lolly loe A SONG NEw England is preparing a-pace To entertain King Pym with his Grace And Isaack before shall carry the Mace For Round-heads Old Nick stand up now No Surplisse nor no Organs there Shall ever offend the Eye or the Ear But a Spiritual Preach with a 3. hours Prayer For Round-heads c. All things in Zeal shall there be carried Without any Porredge read over the buried No Crossing of Infants nor Rings for the Married For Round-heads c. The Swearer there shall punisht be still But Drunkennesse private be counted no ill Yet both kind of lying as much as you will For Round-heads c. Blow winds Hoyse sailes and let us be gone But be sure we take all our Plunder a long That Charles may find little when as he doth come For Round-heads Old Nick stand up now Sir Hotham's Alarm COme Traytors March on to the Leader Sir John Though King Charles his Friends disaffect you Do not obey him but obey Devil Pym And the Parliament will protect you Let us plead that we Fight for the King and his Right But if he desire for to enter Let us Armed appear and let us all sweare Our lives for his sake we will venter But if he give Command to disarm out of hand As we our Allegiance do tender Let us presently Sweare that Commanded we are By the Parliament not to surrender If he desire for to see what Command that may be We then will resolve him no further But intreat him to stay while we send Post away He shall have a Copy of the Order But if he Proclaime me a Traytor by Name And all you that adhere to my Faction What an Honour it will be when my Country see me Second Pym in a Trayterous Action But when the King sends to require an amends Of the Parliament for such denyal Whether Treason or no the Law shall ne're know I must be put to your Vote for a Tryal And to put it to the Voice or the Parliaments choice The House being now so empty If there be such a thing as God or a King We 'll carry it by five in the twenty If so please the Fates as to change our Estates That the King his own Rights doth recover We will turn to their way and the Town will betray Though a Ladder for our pains we turn over The Publique Faith SOme tell of Africk Monsters which of old Vain Superstition did for God-heads hold How the Aegyptians who first knowledge spread Ador'd their Apis with the white Bulls head Apis still fed with Serpents that do hiss Hamon Osiris Monster Anubis But Sun-burnt Africk never had nor hath A Monster like our English Publique Faith Those fed on Snakes and satisfi'd did rest This like the Curtain Gulf will have the best Thing in the City to appease its still Encreasing hunger Glutting its lewd will With Families whose substance it devours Perverting Justice and the Higher Powers Contemning without fear of any Law Preying on all to fill its ravenous Maw Whose Estrich stomack which no steele can sate Has swallowed down Indies of Gold and Plate This is the Publique Faith which being led By th' Cities wealth has in this Kingdom bred Such various mischiefs with its viperous breath Blasting its peace and happinesse to death And yet this Idoll which our world adores Has made men prostitute their truth like Whores To its soul Lust which surely may as well And soon be satisfi'd as th' Grave or Hell This preys on Horses yet that will not do Unlesse it may devour the Riders too This takes up all the Riches of the Land Not by intreaty but unjust Command Borrowing extortively without any day But the Greek Calends then it means to pay This ' gainst the Law of Nations does surprise The Goods of Strangers Kings in its wise Discretion thinks though it s not worth their note They 're bound to take the Publique Faiths trim Vote For their security when this Publique Faith Has broke more Merchants then e're Riot hath And yet good men o' th City you are proud To have this Bankrupt Publique Faith allow'd More credit then your King to this you 'll lend More willingly then ever you did spend Money to buy your Wives and Children bread By such a strange Inchantment being misled To your undoings you who upon Bond Nay scarcely upon Mortgage of that Land Treble your Moneys value would not pâ—rt With your lov'd Coine vanquish'd by th' powerfull art Of this Magician Publique Faith justly install Him Master of your Bags the Devil and all That taught you get them by deceitfull wares And sucking in like Mornings draughts young Heirs Well certainly if this fine humour hold Your Aldermen will have no other Gold But what 's in Thumb-rings for their ponderous Chains They 'le be the Publique Faiths just lawfull gains And have the Honour afterwards to be Hang'd in them for its Publique Treachery What will become of
you then Grave and Witty Inhabitants of this Inchanted City Who is 't shall those vast Sums to you re-pay When Master Publique Faith is run away Oâ— who shall those prodigious heaps renew Which were prodigally decreas'd by you Whom the whole world imagin'd men of thrift What will your Orphans do How will they shift Whose whole Estates in th' City Chamber hath Been given a spoyle to ruin'd Publique Faith Perhaps you 'le pawn your Charter to supply The worthy wants of your Necessity Who is 't will take 't when all but men misled Like you know 't is already forfeited Who is 't will then into New Coine translate Such monstrous Cupboards of huge antick Plate To Publique Faiths vast Treasury bring in From the Gilt Goblet to the Silver Pin All that was Coinable and what to do Even to create you Knaves and Traytors too Faith if you chance to come off with your Lives Your way will be to live upon your Wives Their Trading will be good when Fortune wears Your Colours in the Caps of th' Cavaliers Whose Cuckolds you 'll be then on your brow Wear their Horns as you Faith 's do now Then then you 'll howle when you shall clearly see That Publique Faith was Publique Treachery Then you 'll confess your selves to 've been undone By Publique Faith's man Isaack Pennington Then you 'll repent that ever you did fling Such monstrous Sums away against your King When he in Triumph with his War-like Train Shall to your terrour view your Town again Unlesse his Mercy mittigate his wrath Justly conceiv'd ' gainst you and Publique Faith That Reverent Alderman which did defile His Breeches at the Mustering ere while Shall then again those Velvet Slops bewray Cause Publique Faith did make him go astray Pauls shall be opened then and you conspire No more against the Organs in the Quire Nor threat the Saints i th' Windows nor repair In Troops to kill the Book of Common-Prayer Nor drunk with Zeal endeavour to engrosse To your own use the stones of Cheap-side Crosse Then then you 'll bow your heads your horns and all That so exalted were to save from thrall Your ruin'd Liberties and humbly pray For Mercy more then upon each Fast-day When your Seditious Preachers to the throng Make Prayers Ex Tempore of five hours long Lest you by early penitence prevent Your certain danger if not punishment Which you by no means may so safely do As quitting Publique Faith and Treason too Then then though late you to your grief will find That you have walkt as Moles i th' Earth do Of your fair reason and obedient light Involv'd in Mists of black Rebellious Night blind If these Instructions will not make you see Your Errour may you perish in 't for me And to your Ruine walk in deathfull path That leads to 'th Gallows with the Publique Faith The Sence of the House or the Reason why those Members who are the Remnant of the two Families of Parliament cannot consent to Peace or an Acccommodation To the Tune of The New-England Psalm Huggle Duggle ho ho ho the Devil he laught aloud COme come beloved Londoners fy fy you shame us all Your rising up for Peace will make the close Committe fall I wonder you dare ask for that which they must needs deny There 's 30. swears they 'l have no Peace and bid me tell you why First I 'le no Peace quoth Essex my Chaplain sayes 't is Sin To loose 100 l. a day just when my Wife lyes in They cry God blesse your Excellence but if I loose my Place They 'l call me Rebel Popular Asse and Cuckold to my face You Citizen Fools quoth W d' ye talk to to me of Peace Who not only stole his Majesties Ships but rob'd him of his Seas No no I 'le keep the Water still and have my Ships well man'd For I have lost and stole so much I know not where to land Do Brother do sayes H for Peace breeds us no quiet Besides my Places to have lost with sixteen Dishes dyet I play'd the Judas with the King which makes the World detest me Nay should his Majesty pardon me 500. would arest me K said these Londoners deserve to loose their Eares For now they 'l all obey the King like Citizen Cavaliers Let 's vote this Peace a desperate Plot and send them a denyal For if they save the Kingdom they 'le give us a Legal tryal The Welsh-men rage quoth S and call me villanous Goat For plundering Hereford's Aldermens Gownes to make my Besse a Coat 'T is true the Town did feed me well for which I took good Fleeces But if Peace come they 'le tear me and all my Whores in piece Fight fight quoth Say now now hold up these Jealousies and Fears The work will shew I laid the Plot above these 17. years 'T is I that am your Engineer ' but if for Peace you vote Oh then they 'le make me go to Church or else they 'le cut my Throate My Father Goodwin quoth W calls me a silly Lad And wonders theyl 'e ask Peace of me who have been lately mad You chuse me Irish General and I chuse to stay here For should we fight among the Boggs there 's never a Sawpit near Those Heathen Prentices quoth Brooks that made my Coach-man stay Bid me be bare although I spoke but 13. Bulls that day But if Peace lop off my learned Skull then all my House you 'le see The Sword of Guy the Dun-cows rib the Asses tooth and me I made a Speech quoth R when his Excellence first began For which he swore by a Pottle of Sack to make me a Gentleman But if the King get to Whitehall then all my hopes are past My Father was first Lord of the House and I shall be the last Keep Silence quoth Mr. Speaker but do not hold your peace Let 's sit and vote and hold them too 't for I 'le do what you please I have had but poor 6000 l. besides some Spoons and Bowles Nay grant a Peace and how shall I be Master of the Rolles Then spake 5. Members all at once who for an Army cry'd Last year quoth they you rescu'd us else we had all been try'd What though you be almost undone you must contribute still Or wee 'le convey our Trunks away and then do what you will My Venome swells quoth H that his Majesty full well knows And I quoth Hampden fetcht the Scots from whence this Mischief flows I am an Asse quoth Haslerigg but yet I 'me deep i th' Plott And I quoth Stroud can lye as fast as Mr. Pym can trott But I quoth Pym your Hackney am and all your drudgery do Have made good Speeches for my self and Priviledges for you I can sit down and look on men whilst others bleed and fight I eat their Lordships meat by day and giv 't their Wives by night Then Vane grew black i th' face and swore there 's
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
the man that delights in solfa For Sack is his only Rozin A load of hey ho is not worth a ha ha He 's a man for my money that draws in Then a pin for the muck and a pin for ill luck 'T is better be blithe and frolick Than sigh out our breath and invite our own death By the Gout or the Stone or the Collick On the Goldsmiths Committee COm Drawer some wine Or wee 'll pull down the Sign For we are all joviall Compounders We 'll make the house ring With healths to our KING And confusion light on his Confounders Since Goldsmiths Committee Affords us no pitty Our sorrows in Wine we will steep 'um They force us to take Two Oaths but wee 'll make A third that we ne'er meant to keep ' um And next who e're sees We drink on our knees To the King may he thirst that repines A fig for those Traytors That look to our waters They have nothing to do with our Wines And next here 's a Cup To the Queen fill it up Were it poyson we would make an end on 't May Charles and she meet And tread under feet Both Presbyter and Independent To the Prince and all others His Sisters and Brothers As low in condition as high born We 'll drink this and pray That shortly they may See all them that wrongs them at Tyburn And next here 's three bouls To all gallant souls That for the King did and will venter May they flourish when those That are his and their foes Are hang'd and ram'd down to the Center And next let a Glasse To our undoers passe Attended with two or three Curses May plagues sent from Hell Stuff their bodies as well As the Cavaliers coyn doth their purses May the Cannibals of Pym Eat them up limb by limb Or a hot Feaver scorch 'um to embers Pox keep 'um in bed Untill they are dead And repent for the losse of their Members And may they be found In all to abound Both with Heaven and the Countries anger May they never want Fractions Doubts Fears and Distractions Till the Gallow-tree choaks them from danger The mad Zealot AM I mad O noble Festus When Zeal and godly knowledge Have put me in hope To deal with the Pope As well as the best in the Colledge Boldly I preach hate a Crosse hate a Surplice Miters Copes and Rochets Come hear me pray nine times a day And fill your heads with Crochets In the house of pure Emanuel I had my Education Where my friends surmise I dazell'd mine eyes With the light of Revelation Boldly I preach c. They bound me like a Bedlam They lasht my four poor quarters Whilst thus I endure Faith makes me sure To be one of Foxes Martyrs Boldly I preach c. These injuries I suffer Through Antichrists perswasions Take off this Chain Neither Rome nor Spain Can resist my strong invasions Boldly I preach c. Of the beasts ten horns God blesse us I have knock'd off three already If they let them alone I 'le leave him none But they say I am too heady Boldly I preach c. When I sack'd the seven-hill'd City I met the great red Dragon I kept him aloof With the armour of proof Though here I have never a rag on Boldly I preach c. With a fiery Sword and Target There fought I with this Monster But the sons of Pride My Zeal deride And all my deeds misconster Boldly I preach c. I unhors'd the Whore of Babel With the Lance of Inspirations I made her stink And spill her drink In the cup of Abominations Boldly I preach c. I have seen two in a Vision With a flying Book between them I have been in despair Five times a year And cur'd by reading Greenham Boldly I preach c. I observ'd in Perkins Tables The black Lines of Damnation Those crooked veins So stuck in my Brains That I fear'd my Reprobation Boldly I preach c. In the holy tongue of Canaan I plac'd my chiefest pleasure Till I prickt my foot With an Hebrew root That I bled beyond all measure Boldly I preach c. I appear'd before th' Archbishop And all the High Commission I gave him no Grace But told him to his face That he favour'd Superstition Boldly I preach hate a Crosse hate a Surplice Miters Copes and Rochets Come hear me pray nine times a day And fill your heads with Crotchets Of banishing the Ladies out of Town 1. A Story strange I will unfold Then which a sadder ne're was told How the Ladies were from London sent With mickle woe and discontent 2 A heart of Marble would have bled To see this rout of white and red Both York and Lancaster must fly With all their painted Monarchy 3. Those faces which men so much prize In Mrs. Gibbes her Liveries Must leave their false and borrowed hue And put on grief that 's only true 4. Those pretty patches long and round Which covered all that was not sound Must be forgotten at the Farmes As useless and suspicious charmes 5. Now we must leave all our Designes That were contriv'd within the Lines Communication is deny'd If to our Husbands we be try'd 6. And here 's the misery alone We must have nothing but our own Oh give us Liberty and we Will never aske propriety 7. Alas how can a Kisse be sent From Rocky Cornwall into Kent Or how can Sussex stretch an arm To keep a Northern servant warm 8. Oh London Centre of all Mirth Th' Epitome of English Earth All Provinces are in the streets And Warwick-shire with Essex meets 9. Then farewell Queen-street and the Fields And Garden that such pleasure yields Oh who would such fair Lodgings change To nestle in a plunder'd Grange 10. Farewell good places old and new And Oxford Kates once more adieu But it goes unto our very hearts To leave the Cheese-cakes and the Tarts 11. Farewell Bridge-foot and Bear thereby And those bald-pates that stand so high We wish it from our very Souls That other Heads were on those powles 12. But whether hands of Parliament Or of Husbands we 're content Since all alike such Traytors be Both against us and Monarchy Loyalty confin'd BEat on proud Billowes Boreas Blow Swell curled Waves high as Jove's roof Your incivility doth shew That innocence is tempest proof Though surely Nereus frown my thoughts are calm Then strike affliction for thy wounds are balm That which the world miscalls a Goale A private Closet is to me Whilst a good Conscience is my Baile And Innocence my Liberty Locks Barres and Solitude together met Make me no Prisoner but an Anchorit I whil'st I wish'd to be retir'd Into this private room was turn'd As if their wisedomes had conspir'd The Salamander should be burn'd The Cynick hugs his poverty The Pelican her wilderness And 't is the Indians pride to be Naked on frozen Caucasus Contentment cannot smart Stoicks we see Make torments easie to
's quite undone In a rising Creature we daily see certainly He is a Retreater that fails to go on He that in a Builder's trade Stops e're the Roof be made By the Aire he may be betray'd And overthrown He that hath a Race begun And let 's the Goale be won He had better never run But let 't alone 3. Then plot rightly March fightly Shew your glittering Arms brightly Charge hightly Fight sprightly Fortune gives renown A right riser Will prize her She makes all the World wiser Still try her Wee 'l gain by her A Coffin or a Crown 4. If the Dutchman or the Spaniard Come but to oppose us We will thrust them out of the Main-yard If they do but nose us Hans Hans think upon thy sins And then submit to Spain thy Master For though now you look like Friends Yet he will never trust you after Drink drink give the Dutchman drink And let the tap and kan run faster For faith at the last I think A Brewer will become your Master 5. Let not poor Teg and Shone Vender from der Houses Lest dey be quite undone In der very trowzes And all her Orphans bestow'd under hatches And made in London free der to cry matches St. Patrick wid his Harp do tun'd wid tru string Is not fit to unty St. Hewson's shooes-strings 6. Methinks I hear The Welch draw near And from each lock a louse trops Ap Shon ap LLoyd Will spen'd her ploot For to defend her mouse-traps Mounted on her Kâ—fflebagh With coot store of Koradagh The Pritish war begins With a hook her was over come her Pluck her to her thrust her from her By cot her was preak her shins Let Taffy fret And Welch-hook whet And troop up Pettigrees We only tout Tey will stink us out Wit Leeks and toasted Sheeze 7. But Jockie now and Jinny comes Our Brethren must approve on 't For pret a Cot dey beat der drums Onely to break de Couvenant Dey bore St. Andrew's Crosse Till our Army quite did rout dem â—ut when we put um to de Losse De deal a Crosse about dem The King and Couvenant they crave Their Cause must needs be further'd Although so many Kings they have Most barbarously basely murther'd 8. The French The French-man he will give consent Though he trickle in our veins That willingly We may agree To a marriage with Grapes and Graines He conquers us with kindnesse And doth so far entrench That fair and wise and young and rich Are finified by the French He prettifies us with Feathers and Fans With Petticoats Doublets and Hose And faith they shall Be welcome all If they forbear the nose For love or for fear Let Nations forbear If fortune exhibit a Crown A Coward he Must surely be That will not put it on The Levellers Rant TO the Hall to the hall For justice we call On the King and his pow'rful adherents friends Who still have endeavour'd but we work their ends 'T is we will pull down what e're is above us And make them to fear us that never did love us Wee 'l level the proud and make every degree To our Royalty bow the Knee 'T is no lesse then treason ' Gainst freedom and Reason For our brethren to be higher then we 2. First the thing call'd a King To judgement we bring And the spawn of the court that were prouder then he And next the two Houses united shall be It does to the Romish religion enveagle For the State to be two-headed like the spredeagle Wee 'l purge the superfluous Members away They are too many Kings to sway And as we all teach 'T is our Liberties breach For the Freeborn Saints to obey 3 Not a claw in the Law Shall keep us in aw Wee 'l have no cushon-cuffers to tell us of hell For we are all gifted to do it as well 'T is freedom that we do hold forth to the Nations To enjoy our fellow-creatures as at the creation The Carnal mens wives are for men of the spirit Their wealth is our own by merit For we that have right By the Law called Might Are the Saints that must judge and inherit The Safety SInce it has been lately enacted high Treason For a man to speak truth of the heads of the state Let every wise man make use of his reason See and hear what he can but take heed what he prate For the proverbs do learn us He that stays from the battail sleeps in a whole skin And our words are our own if we can keep 'um in What fools are we then that to prattle begin Of things that do not concern us 2 Let the three kingdoms fall to one of the prime ones My mind is a Kingdom and shall be to me I could make it appear if I had but the time once I 'm as happy with one as he can be with three If I could but enjoy it He that 's mounted on high is a mark for the hate And the envy of every pragmatical pate While he that creeps low lives safe in his state And greatness do scorn to annoy it 3 I am never the better which side gets the battel The Tubs or the Crosses what is it to me They 'l never increase my goods or my cattel But a beggar 's a beggar and so he shall be Unless he turn Traytor Let Mâ—sers take courses to hep up their treasure Whose lust has no limits whose mind has no measurâ— Let me be but quiet and take a little pleasure A little contents my nature 4. My Petition shall be that Canary be cheaper Without Patent or Custom or cursed Excise That the Wits may have leave to drink deeper and deeper And not be undone while their heads they baptise And in liquor do drench 'um If this were but granted who would not desire To dub himself one of Apollo's own Quire We 'll ring out the Bells when our noses are on fire And the quarts shall be the buckets to drench 'um 5. I account him no wit that is gifted at railing And flirting at those that above him do sit While they do out-wit him with whipping and goaling Then his purse and his person both pay for his wit 'T is better to be drinking If sack were reform'd into twelve-pence a quart I 'ld study for money to Marchandize for 't And a friend that is true we together will sport Not a word but we 'l pay them with thinking The Leveller NAy prethee don't fly me But â—it thee down by me I cannot endure A man that 's demure Go hang up your Worships and Sirs Your Congies and Trips With your legs and your lips Your Madams and Lords And such finikin words With the Complements you bring That do spell NO-THING You may keep for the Chains and the Furs For at the beginning was no Peasant or Prince And 't was policy made the distinction since 2. Those Titles of Honours Do remain in the Donours And not in that
thing To which they do cling If his soul be too narrow to wear 'um No delight can I see In that word call'd degree Honest Dick sounds as well As a name of an ell That with Titles doth swell And sounds like a spell To affright mortal ears that hear 'um He that wears a brave soul and dares gallantly do May be his own Herald and Godfather too 3. Why should we then doat on One with a Fools coat on Whose Coffers are cram'd But yet he 'l be damn'd Ere he 'l do a good act or a wise one What Reason has he To be ruler o're me That 's a Lord in his chest But in 's head and his breast Is empty and bare Or but puff'd up with air And can neither assist nor advise one Honour 's but air and proud flesh but dust is 'T is we Commons make Lords and the Clerk makes the Justice 4. But since men must be Of a different degree Because most do aspire To be greater and higher Then the rest of their Fellows and Brothers He that has such a spirit Let him gain it by 's merit Spend his brains wealth or blood For his Countries good And make himself fit By his valour or wit For things above the reach of all others For Honour 's a Prize and who wins it may wear it If not 't is a Badge and a burthen to bear it 5. For my part let me Be but quiet and free I 'le drink Sack and obey And let great ones sway And spend their whole time in thinking I 'le ne're busie my Pate With secrets of State The News books I 'le burn all And with the Diurnall Light Tobacco and admit That they 're so far fit As they serve good company and drinking All the name I desire is an honest Good-Fellow And that man has no worth that won't sometimes be mellow The Royalists Answer I Have reason to fly thee And not sit down by thee For I hate to behold One so sawcy and bold To deride and contemn his Superiours Our Madams and Lords And such mannerly words With the gestures that be Fit for every degree Are things that we and you Both claim as our due From all those that are our Inferiours For from the beginning there were Princes we know 'T was you Levellers hate 'um ' cause you can't be so 2. All Titles of Honours Were at first in the Donours But being granted away With the Grantees stay Where he wear a small soul or a bigger There 's a necessity That there should be degree Where 't is due we 'l afford A Sir John and my Lord Though Dick Tom and Jack Will serve you and your Pack Honest Dick's name enough for a Digger He that has a strong Purse can all things be or do He is valiant and wise and religious too 3. We have cause to adore That man that has store Though a Bore or a sot There 's something to be got Though he be neither honest nor witty Make him high let him rule Hee 'l be playing the fool And transgresse then we 'l squeze Him for fines and for fees And so we shall gain By the wants of his brain 'T is the Fools-cap that maintains the City If honour be air 't is in common and as fit For the fool the clown as for the champion or the wit 4. Then why mayn't we be Of different degree And each man aspire To be greater and higher Then his wiser or honester brother Since Fortune and Nature Their favours do scatter This hath valour that wit T'other wealth nor is 't fit That one should have all For then what would befall Him that 's born nor to one nor to'ther Though honour were a prize at first now 't is a chattle And as merchantable grown as your wares or your cattle 5. Yet in this we agree To live quiet and free To drink sack and submit And not shew our wit By our prating but silence and thinking Let the politick Jewes Read Diurnals and Newes And lard their discourse With a Comment that 's worse That which pleaseth me best Is a Song or a Jest And my obedience I 'le shew by my drinking He that drinks well does sleep well he that sleeps well doth think well He that thinks well does do well he that does well must drink well The Independents resolve COme Drawer and fill us about some Wine Let 's merrily tipple the day 's our own VVee 'l have our delights let the Country go pine Let the King and his Kingdom groan The Crown is our own and so shall continue VVee 'l Monarchy baffle quite VVee 'l drink off the Kingdomes revenue And sacrifice all to delight 'T is Power that brings Us all to be Kings And wee 'l be all crown'd by our might 2. A fig for divinity lectures and law And all that to Loyalty do pretend While we by the sword keep the Kingdom in aw Our Power shall never have end The Church and the State wee 'l turn into liquor And spend a whole Town in a day We 'l melt all their bodkins the quicker Into Sack and drink them away We 'l keep the demeans And turn Bishops and Deans And over the Presbyters sway 3. The nimble St. Patrick is sunk in his boggs And his Country men sadly cry O hone O hone St. Andrew and 's Kirk-men are lost in the foggs Now we are the Saints alone Then on our Superiours and Equalls we trample And Jockie our stirrup shall hold The City 's our Mule for example That we may in plenty be roul'd Each delicate dish Shall but Eccho our wish And our drink shall be cordial gold The Lamentation MOurn London mourn Bathe thy polluted soul in tears Return return Thou hast more cause of grief then th'hadst for fears For the whole Kingdom now begins To feel thy sorrow as they saw thy sins And now do no Compassion show Unto thy misery and woe But slight thy sufferings as thou didst theirs 2. Pride towring Pride And boyling lust those fatal twins Sit side by side And are become Plantations of sins Hence thy Rebellions first did flow Both to the King above and him below And sordid sloth The Nurse of both Have rais'd thy crimes to such a growth That sorrow must conclude as sin begins 3. Fire raging fire Shall burn thy stately towers down Yet not expire Tygres and Wolves or men more savage grown Thy Childrens brains and thine shall dash And in your blood their guilty tallons wash Thy Daughters must Allay their lust Mischiefs will be on mischief thrust Till thy Cap tumble as thou mad'st the Crown 4. Cry London cry Now now petition for redresse Where canst thou fly Thy emptyed Chests augment thy heavinesse The Gentry and the Commons loath Th' adored Houses slight thee worse than both The King poor Saint Would help but can't To heav'n alone unfold thy want Thence came thy Plagues thence onely Pity flow'th The Reformation TEll not me
the world perswade That she that 's Spouse unto a Dog May be an Elder 's Maid They 'll jeer us if abroad we stir Good Master Elder stay Sir of what Classis is your Cur And then what can we say Oh House of Commons c. 7. They 'll many graceless Ballads sing Of a Presbyterian That a Lay-Elder is a thing Made up half-Dog half-Man Out out said he and smote her down Was Mankind grown so scant There 's scarce another Dog in town Had took the Covenant Oh House of Commons c. 8. Then Swash began to look full grim And Jane did thus reply Sir you thought nought too good for him You fed your Dog too high T is true he took me in the lurch And leapt into my arm But as I hope to come to Church I did your Dog no harm Oh House of Commons c. 9. Then she was brought to Newgate Gaol And there was naked stript They whipt her till the Cord did fail As Dogs use to be whipt Poor City Maids shed many a tear When she was lash'd and bang'd And had she been a Cavalier Surely she had been hang'd Oh House of Commons c. 10. Her 's was but Fornication found For which she felt the lash But his was Buggery presum'd Therefore they hanged Swash What will become of Bishops then Or Independency For now we find both Dogs and Men Stand for Presbytery Oh House of Commons c. 11. She might have took a Sow-gelder With Synod-men good store But she would have a Lay-Elder With two legs and two more Go tell the Assembly of Divines Tell Adoniram Blew Tell Burges Marshall Case and Vines Tell Now-and-Anon-too Oh House of Commons c. 12. Some said she was a Scotish Girl Or else at least a Witch But she was born in Colchester Was ever such a Bitch Take heed all Christian Virgins now The Dog-star now prevails Ladies beware your Monkeys too For Monkeys have long tails Oh House of Commons c. 13. Blesse King and Queen and send us peace As we had seven years since For we remember no Dog-dayes While we enjoy'd our Prince Bless sweet Prince Charles two Dukes three Girls O save His Majesty Grant that his Commons Lords and Earls May lead such lives as He Oh House of Commons House of Peers Oh now or never help Th' Assembly having sate four years Have now brought forth a whelp News from Colchester Or A Proper new Ballad of certain Carnal passages betwixt a Quaker and a Colt at Horsley near Colchester in Essex To the Tune of Tom of Bedlam 1. ALL in the Land of Essex Near Colchester the Zealous On the side of a bank Was play'd such a Prank As would make a Stone-horse jealous 2. Help Woodcock Fox and Nailor For Brother Green 's a Stallion Now alas what hope Of converting the Pope When a Quaker turns Italian 3. Even to our whole profession A scandall 't will be counted When 't is talkt with disdain Amongst the Profane How Brother Green was mounted 4. And in the Good time of Christmas Which though our Saints have damn'd all Yet when did they hear That a damn'd Cavalier Ere play'd such a Christmas gamball 5. Had thy flesh O Green been pamper'd With any Cates unhallow'd Hadst thou sweetned thy Gums With Pottage of Plums Or prophane minc'd Pie hadst swallow'd 6. Roll'd up in wanton Swine's-flesh The Fiend might have crept into thee Then fullnesse of gut Might have made thee rut And the Devil have so rid through thee 7. But alas he had been feasted With a Spiritual Collation By our frugal Mayor Who can dine on a Prayer And sup on an Exhortation 8. 'T was meer impulse of Spirit Though he us'd the weapon carnal Filly Foal quoth he My Bride thou shalt be And how this is lawfull learn all 9. For if no respect of Persons Be due ' mongst the sons of Adam In a large extent Thereby may be meant That a Mare 's as good as a Madam 10. Then without more Ceremony Not Bonnet vail'd nor Kist her But took her by force For better for worse And us'd her like a Sister 11. Now when in such a Saddle A Saint will needs be riding Though we dare not say 'T is a falling away May there not be some back-sliding 12. No surely quoth James Nailor 'T was but an insurrection Of the Carnal part For a Quaker in heart Can never lose perfection 13. For as our Masters teach us The intent being well directed Though the Devil trapan The Adamical man The Saint stands un-infected 14. But alas a Pagan Jury Ne're judges what 's intended Then say what we can Brother Green's out-ward man I fear will be suspended 15. And our Adopted Sister Will find no better quarter But when him we inroul For a Saint Filly Foal Shall passe her self for a Martyr 16. Rome that Spiritual Sodome No longer is thy debter O Colchester now Who 's Sodome but thou Even according to the Letter The Four-legg'd Quaker To the Tune of The Four-legg'd Elder 1. ALL that have two or but one ear I dare not tell ye half You of an Essex Colt shall hear Will shame their very Calf In Horsley Fields near Colchester A Quaker would turn Trooper He caught a Foal and mounted her O base below the Crupper Help Lords and Commons once more help O send us Knives and Daggers For if the Quakers be not gelt Your Troops will have the Staggers 2. Ralph Green it was this Varlet's name Of Colchester you 'll swear For thence the Four-legg'd Elder came Was ever such a Pair But though 't was foul 'tween Swash and Jane Yet this is ten times worse For then a Dog did play the Man But Man now play'd the Horse Help c. 3. The Owner of the Colt was nigh Observing their Embrace And drawing nearer did espy The Quaker's sorrel Face My Foal is ravish'd then he cryes And fiercely at him ran Thou Rogue I 'll have thee haltered twice As Horse and eke as Man Help c. 4. Ah Devil do'st thou tremble now 'T is sore against thy will For Mares and preaching Ladies know Thou hast a Colts tooth still But mine 's not guilty of this Fact She was by thee compelled Poor thing whom no man ever backt Thou wickedly hast Bellied Help c. 5. O Friend said Green with sighs and groans Let this thy wrath appease And gave him then eight new Half-crowns To make him hold his peace The man reply'd though I for this Conceal thy Hugger Mugger Do'st think it lawfull for a Piece A silly Foal to Bugger Help c. 6. The Master saw his Colt defil'd Which vext his Soul with doubt For if his Filly prov'd with Childe He knew All would come out Then he afresh began to rave For all his Money taking Neighbours said he I took this Knave ' i th' very act of Quaking Help c. 7. Then to the Pinfold Gaol I mean They dragg'd him by
you know 'T is fit Houshold Servants be paid their Wages With a hey down c. The Parliament's broke as well as the City 5. The Judge of Morocco Treason HILL Devour'd at a Morsell all Taunton Dean He keeps five Chambers i' th' Temple but will Now th' House is pull'd down be a Hillock again And the Devil too for his BOND doth call Though Dennis from Chamber to Chamber did hop He sate Lord President at Whitehall But now must go home to fit in his shop With a hey c. The Parliament's broke as well aâ— the City 6. Now Alderman Fustian cocks not his Beaver Who chang'd his Name from Perry to PVRY A Dean and a Bishop made out of a Weaver That had been refus'd to be of a Jury He vow'd to leave not a Gentleman Though every House were as big as Rome In all bloody Votes he highest ran But now may run down to his Bottom and Loom With a hey c The Parliament's broke as well as the City 7. Now look to your Wives for I am inform'd That carnal SCOT is again broke loose But the House that shelter'd his Lust is Reform'd As he did the Hall of lambeth-Lambeth-house For he knew the High Commission sate there Both King and Cromwell he openly curs'd But Oliver now will pay his Arrear For of all kind of Scots the English is worst With a hey down down a down down Sing ho down down to make up the Ditty With a hey down down a down down The Parliament's broke as well as the City The RUMP December 26. 1659. To the Tune of The Blacksmith NOw Master Prentice for Rimes must pump On Hab Noll Arthur and Lawson Vantrump A Long Parliament of a Short Rump Which no body can deny For Wits and No-Wits now have an Itch To prepare some damnable tearing Switch For them whose very Face is a Breech Which c. Twelve years they sate above Kings and Queens Full twelve and then had enter'd their teens When Oliver came to out-sin their Sins Which c. And yet after all his signal Septembers Both he and his Babe and his Other-House Members Saw Rump was but asleep in its Embers Which c. For up it rose then out 't was blown For Lambert and Rump like my Lady and Joan Blew in and out till Rump blew out John Which c And then it swell'd with such monstrous growth That by and by it broke out in the South From whence it was called PORTS-MOUTH Which c. From thence to London it rode tan-tivy Though London then wore Holly and Ivy And sate at Whitehall in a Council-Privy Which c. Then suddenly Fleetwood fell from Grace And now cryes Heaven hath spit in his face Though he smelt it came from another place Which c. Janizary Desbrow then look'd pale For said he if this Rump prevail 'T will blow me back to my old Plough-tayl Which c. But when he felt his own Regiment kick Oh quoth he this was my own Trick ' Gainst my Brother Nol and my Nephew Dick. Which c. Now whom the Devil doth Rump represent 'T was This that Sir Thomas Jermyn meant When he call'd it a Whipping Parliament Which c. We 're stript of all shelter from the long Robe As rich and warm as the Devil left Job For Satan Rump sits Lord of the Globe Which c. And yet when all is examin'd and ponder'd You 'll find three Kingdoms enslav'd plunder'd For saying Fourty is lesse than Four hundred Which c. And now behold the Sign is in Clune But if Monck be honest or wise then soon he Makes Rump but the Italian's Domo Communi Which c. Heaven bless the King with his two brave Brothers From Rumps and Lords of the House call'd Others And hang these Rumping Sons of their Mothers Which c. And that He may blesse both Us and our Heirs Let all the Members of Commons and Peers Turn honest as He that wants his Ears Which no body can deny Sir Eglamor and the Dragon Or a Relation how Generall George Monck slew a most Cruell Dragon Febr. 11. 1659. To the Tune of Sir Eglamor 1. GEnerall George that Valiant wight He took his Sword and he would go fight And as he rode through London Town Men Women Posts and Gates fell down 2. But turning about towards Westminster He saw it must come to Fight Dog Fight Bear For there an old Dragon sate in its Den Had devour'd God knows how many brave Men. 3. This Dragon it was and a monstrous Beast With fourty or fifty heads at least And still as this Dragon drank down Blood Those heads would wag and cry good good good 4. No Hidra nor Leviathan For every Head look'd like a Man And yet they all grew Hidra-wise For cut off one and another would rise 5. Besides it had most Devilish claws Call'd Committees of the Good Old Cause But Devil and his Dam had no such Paunch As this which swallow'd Root and Branch 6. It swallow'd Churches Pallaces Forrests Islands Lands and Seas Cathedrall Choires it made but a Sallad And left not a man to sing a Ballad 7. But that which made this Dragon prevaile Was a damnable Sting stuck in its Tayle This Tayle ' gainst Christendom made Wars And swept down all St. Georges Stars 8. Then Aegypts Plagues we understood Darknesse Rivers turn'd to Blood Upstart Vermin thick as wooll And Frogs and Locusts Pulpits full 9. Yet that which most did Plague these Isles Three Kingdoms lay so sick of th' Piles For every man in dolefull dump Was tortur'd with a Bloody Rump 10. But as in its Den this Dragon did sit George gave it many a gay good hit Though then he had no Sword nor Sythe on But fought as Phoebus slew old Python 11. For George shot at him a flaming Letter Which some then thought might have been better He wipe'd the Rump away with a Paper And out it flew like a stinking Vapour 12. Now London had her own desire For every Street was pav'd with fire All Men and Bells with many a thump Cry'd Rump-Rump-Rump-Rump-Rump-Rump-R 13. Six thousand fifty Bone-fires then By twenty more thenth ' Army had Men O monstrous Rump that thus requires Though but half broyl'd six thousand Fires 14. This very day that Rump was burn'd Old Magna Charta was confirm'd This day they Voted that monstrous thing That no Addresses be made to the King 15. Now God bless Charles York Gloucester From many or from one Impostor May Kings and Peers and Commons joyn To save us both from Rump and Loyn. The Cities Feast to the Lord Protector To the Tune of Cook Laurell SIR Mayor invites his Highnesse his guest And bids him to Grocers-Hall to dinner There never was Saint at so great a Feast Provided him at the Charge of a Sinner With a ran tan the Devil is dead And what was the day do you think without
of Hei ho my hony My heart shall never rue Four and twenty now for your Mony And yet a hard pennyworth too GOod morrow my Neighbours all What news is this I heard tell As I past through VVestminster-hall By the house that 's near to Hell They told me John Lambert was there With his Bears and deeply did swear As Cromwell had done before Those Vermine should fit there no more Sing hi ho Will. Lenthall VVho shall our General be For the House to the Devil is sent all And follow gid faith mun ye Sing hi ho c. Then Muse strike up a Sonnet Come piper and play us a spring For now I think upon it These Rs turn'd out their King But now it must come about That once again they must turn out And not without Justice and Reason That every one home to his Prison Sing hi ho Harry Martin A Burgess of the Bench There 's nothing here is certain You must back and leave your VVench Sing hi ho c. He there with the buffle head Is called Lord and of the same house Who as I have heard it said Was chastis'd by his Lady-Spouse Because he run at sheep She and her Maid gave him the Whip And beat his head so addle You 'd think he had a knock in the Cradle Sing hi ho Lord Mounson You ha' got a park of the Kings One day you 'l hang like a hounson For this and other things Sing hi ho c. It was by their Masters order At first together they met Whom piously they did murder And since by their own they did set The cause of this Disaster Is ' cause they were false to their Master Nor can their Gensd'armes blame For serving them the same Sing hi ho Sir Arthur No more in the house you shall prate For all you kept such a quarter You are out of the Councell of State Sing hi ho c. Old Noll gave them once a purge Forgetting Occidisti The Furies be his scourge So of the cure mist he And yet the drug he well knew it For he gave it to Dr. Huit Had he given it them he had done it And they had not turn'd out his son yet Sing hi ho brave Dick L. Hall and Lady Joan Who did against Loyalty kick Is now for a New-years-gift gone Sing hi ho c. For had old Noll been alive He had pull'd them out by the ears Or else had fired their Hive And kickt him down the stairs Because they were so bold To vex his righteous soul When he so deeply had swore That there they should never fit more But hi ho Nol 's dead And stunk long since above ground Though lapt in spices and lead That cost us many a pound Sing hi ho c. Indeed Brother Burgess your Ling Did never stink half so bad Nor did your Habberdin When it no Pease-straw had Ye were both chose together ' Cause ye wore stuff-cloaks in hard weather And Cambridge needs would have A Burgess Fool and Knave Sing hi ho J. Lowry Concerning Abberdine No Member spake before ye Yet ye neer spoke again Sing hi ho my hony My heart shall never rue Here 's all pickt ware for your mony And yet a hard penyworth too Ned Prideaux he went post To tell the Protector the news That Fleetwood ruled the rost Having tane off Dicks shooes And that he did believe Lambert would him deceive As he his brother had gull'd And Cromwell Fairfax bull'd Sing hi ho the Attorney Was still at your command In flames together burn ye Still dancing hand in hand Sing hi ho c. Who 's that that would hide his face And his neck from the coller pull He must appear in his place If his Cap be made of Wool Who is it with a vengeance It is the good Lord Saint Johns Who made Gods House to fall To build his own withall Sing hi ho who comes there Who 't is I must not say But by this dark-lanthorn I swear He 's as good in the night as day Sing hi ho c. Edge Brethren room for one That looks as big as the best 'T is pitty to leave him alone For he is as good as the rest No Picklock of the Laws He builds among the Daws If you ha' any more Kings to murder For a President look no further Sing hi ho J. Bradshaw In blood none further engages The Devil from whom he had 's law Will shortly pay him his wages Sing hi ho c. Next Peagoose Wild come in To shew your weezle face And tell us Burleys sin Whose blood bought you your place When Loyalty was a crime He liv'd in a dangerous time Was forc'd to pay his neck To make you Baron of the Cheque Sing hi ho Jack Straw We 'l put it in the Margent 'T was not for Justice or Law That you were made a Sergeant Sing hi ho c. Noll serv'd not Satan faster Nor with him did better accord For he was my good Master And the devil was his good Lord. Both Slingsby Gerrard and Hewit Were sure enough to go to it According to his intent That chose me President Sing hi ho Lord Lisle Sure Law had got a wrench And where was Justice the while When you sate on the Bench Sing hi ho c. Next comes the good Lord Keble Of the triumvirate Of the seal in Law but feeble Though on the Bench he sate For when one puts him a case I wish him out of the place And if it were not a sin An abler Lawyer in Sing give the seal about I 'de have it so the rather Because we might get out The Knave my Lord my Father Sing hi ho c. Pull out the other there It is Nathaniel Fines Who Bristol lost for fear We 'l not leave him behind 's 'T is a Chip of that good old block Who to Loyalty gave the first knock Then stole away to Lundey Whence the foul fiend fetches him one day Sing hi ho Canting Fines You and the rest to mend 'um Would you were served in your kinds With an ense rescidendum Sing hi ho c. He that comes now down stairs Is Lord Chief Justice Glin. If no man for him cares He cares as little again The reason too I know 't He help to cut Straffords throat And take away his life Though with a cleaner knife Sing hi ho Britain bold Straight to the bar you get Where it is not so cold As where your Justice set Sing hi ho c. He that shall next come in Was long of the Council of State Though hardly a hair on his chin When first in the Council he sate He was sometime in Italy And learned their fashions prettily Then came back to 's own Nation To help up Reformation Sing hi ho Harry Nevil I prethee be not too rash With Atheism to court the Devil You 'r too bold to be his Bardash Sing hi ho c. He there with ingratitude
heard this story First â—ighed and were sorry To hear of poor Englands confusion Then drank a full Bowl To that Royal soul That must settle all in conclusion The Arraignment of the DEVIL for stealing away President Bradshaw To the Tune of Well-a-day well-a-day 2 IF you 'l hear news that 's ill Gentlemen Gentlemen Against the Devil I will Be the Relator Arraigned he must be For that felloniously ' thout due solemnity He took a Traytor 2. John Bradshaw was his name How it stinks how it stinks who 'l make with blacker fame Pilate unknown This worse than worst of things Condemn'd the best of Kings And what more guilt yet brings Know 't was his own 3. Vertue in Charles did seem Eagerly eagerly And villainy in him To vye for glory Majesty so compleat And impudence so great Till that time never met But to my Story 4. Accusers there will be Bitter ones bitter ones More than one two or three All full of spight Hang-man and Tree so tall Bridge Tower and City-wall Kite and Crow which were all Robb'd of their right 5. But Judges none are fit Shame it is shame it is That twice seven years did sit To give Hemp-string dome The fiend they would befriend That he might in the end To them like favour lend In his own Kingdom 6. Sword-men it must be you Boldly to 't boldly to 't Must give the Devil his due Do it not faintly But as you rais'd by spell Last Parliament from hell Omnipotently 7. The Charge they wisely frame On with it on with it In that yet unknown name Of Supreme power Which six weeks hence by Vote Shall be or it shall not When Monk's to London got In a good hour 8. But twelve good men and true Cavaliers Cavaliers He excepts against you Justice he fears From Bar and and Pulpit he Craves such as do for see Serve all turnes for hee 'l be Tryed by his Peers 2. Satan y' are guilty found By your Peers by your Peers And must dye above ground Look for no pitty Some of our Ministry Whose Spirits with yours comply As Owen Caryl Nye For death shall fit ' ee 10. Dread Judges mine own limb I but took I but took I was forced without him To use a Crutch Some of the Robe can tell How to supply full well His place here but in hell I had none such 11. Devil you are an Asse Plain it is plain it is And weakly plead the case Your wits are lost Some Lawyers will out-do't When shortly they come to 't Your craft our gold to boot They have ingross'd 12. Should all men take their right Well-a-day well-aday We were in a sad plight O' th' Holy Party Such practise hath a scent Of Kingly government Against it we are bent Out of home-Char'ty 13. But if I dye who am King of Hell King of Hell You will not quench its flame But find it worse Confused Anarchy Will a new torment be Ne're did these Kingdoms three Feel such a curse 14. To our promotion Sir There are here there are here Through some confused stir Doth the high-road lye In hell we need not fear Nor King nor Cavalier Who then shall dominere But we the Godly 15. Truth then Sirs which of old Was my shame was my shame Shall now to yours be told You caused his death The House being broken by Your selves there 's Burglary Wâ—ath entered forcibly And stopt his breath 16. Sir as our President Taught by you taught by you ' Gainst the King a way went Most strange and new Charging him with the Guilt Of all the blood we spilt With Swords up to the â—ilt So wee 'l serve you 17. For mercy then I call Good my Lords good my Lords And Traytors I 'le leave all Duly to end it Sir Sir 't is frivolous As well for you as us To beg for mercy thus Our crimes transcend it 18. You must dye out of hand Satanas Satanas This our Decree shall stand Without controll And we for you will pray Because the Scriptures say When some men curse you they Curse their own soul 19. The fiend to Tyburn's gone There to dye there to dye Black is the North anon Great storms will be Therefore together now I leave him and th' Gallow So News-man take 'em thou Soon they 'l take thee The Rota Or News from the Common-wealths-Mens Club Written by Mr. Henry Stub 'T is better than a Syllybub 1. AT Westminster where we take boat There on the left hand you may note The sign of the Turks Head and Throat 2. What Heads and Thoats therein there be If you 'l have patience to see These few lines here shall notifie 3. Here Harrington breeds up his youth To the discover of no Truth All Common-wealths-men in good sooth 4. A question here though nere so rude Is so belabour'd and so rew'd And into sundry pieces hew'd 5. If un-resolved by I or Not It must be put to the Ballot 'T is Mr. Harringtons own plot 6. The finest thing that ere was seen The one side white the other green And there you must put in a Bean. 7. First Harrington doth hawk and hum And tells a story of old Rome Which from his own store never come 8. He cites Sigonius and Lampridius Authors which to the Club are hideous And he in quoting most perfideous 9 But there a sad mishap befell Which much doth grieve me for to tell But I am glad it was so well 10. The learned man stood up and spoke That by two Losses he was broke His Reputation and his Cloke 11. Quoth he my Reputation I hear is tumbled up and down Much like a Foot-ball through the Town 12. And for my Cloak by this good light This Rascal Miles but yester-night With Coffee did it all bedite 13. Next Polixfen that Politician Yet surely he is no Hebrician And as I take it a worse Grecian 14. Whom 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 did so fright He was not himself again that night 'T was thought he did himself beshite 15. There 's Poultney too that man of Law In Politicks he is but raw But prattles more than a Jack-daw 16. Who speaking once of Injustice Made a distinction somewhat nice It was between a Sin and Vice 17. Next comes in Gold that brazen-face If blushing be a sign of grace The Youth is in a wofull case 18. Whilst he should give us Sol's and Ob's He brings us in some simple bobs And fathers them on Mr. Hobs. 19. Nay he hath got the prettiest feat Monarchs out of the world to beat Thus proves they 're all a tacite Cheat. 20. If man in state of nature be And one imparts his right to me I cheat him of his property 21. The like if many men possest To one gives all their interest He must be deem'd a Cheat at best 22. We want not an Attorney hight Lame Collins if I name him right Oh! 't is a very learned Wight 23. The subtlest
Chor. Ne're trust Good-fellow more My Lord in Vs the Nation craves But what you 're bound to do Tom. We have liv'd Drudges Ric. And we Both. We would not dye so too Restore us but our Laws agen Chorus Th' unborn shall thee adore If George denies us his Amen Ne're trust Good-fellow more A Psalm of Mercy Usula who cry's Ends of Gold and Silver reads and all the Sisters sing To the Tune of Now thanks to the Powers below Sing it in the Nose WHat a Reprobate crew is here Who will not have Jesus Reign But send all our Saints To Bonds and Restraint And kill 'um again and again Let 's rise in a holy fear And fight for our heavenly King We will ha' no power But Vane in the Tower To rule us in any thing Come Sister and sing An Hymne to our King Who sitteth on high Degree The Men at Whitehall And the wicked shall fall And hey then up go We. A Match quoth my sister Joyce Contented quoth Rachel too Quoth Abigaile yea and Faith verily And Charity let 't be so Our Monarchy is the Fift Shall last for a thousand years O' th' wicked on earth There shall be a dearth When Jesus himself appears And we are the Babes of Grace The fruits of an holy Seed For old Father Cann That Reverend man Begat us in Word and Deed. The earth is our own For Title there 's none But in the right Heirs of Sion Then let us be free For verily we No King ha' but Judah's Lion 'T is verity quoth old Joane And Sooth quoth my sister Prue 'T is manifest truth quoth mortified Ruth And the Gospel is so say's Su. The Bishops and Bells shall down For we have an holy Call The Saints are beyond All Order and Bond Of duty to Priests of Baal Their Pipes and Organs too Their Superstitious Shirt Their Canons and Bulls To cozen poor Gulls Wee 'le trample 'um in the Dirt. No Ordinance shall Command us all For we are above their thrall We care not a Straw For Reason or Law For Conscience is all in all Ay marry quoth Agatha And Temperance eke also Quoth Hanna it 's just and Mary it must And shall be quoth Grace I trow The Steeple-house Lands are ours Kings Queens Delinquents too And James's and all The Court at White-hall And Somerset-house also For The'balds it is our right And Marrow-bone-Park to boot And Eltham's our own At Endfield there 's none But our selves that shall grub a root And Greenwich shall be For Tenements free For Saint to possess Pell-mell And where all the Sport Is at Hampton Court Shall be for our selves to dwell 'T is blessed quoth Bathsheba And Clemence w' ar ' all agreed 'T is right quoth Gartrude and fit say's sweet Jude And Thâ—mâ—sine yea indeed For Husbands we shall have have none But Brothers in purity We will not be Wives And tye up our Lives To Villanous slavery But couple in love and fear When mov'd by the spirit to 't For there is no sin To let a Saint in When he has the grace to do 't And thus are we taught No folly is wrought When Brothers will execise Both Kiffin and Hills No Printer of Bills Have prov'd it in ample wise 'T is true quoth Elizabeth And 't is very good quoth Pris And Aquila too will have it be so And so will my Sister Siâ— What though the King Proclaim 's Our Meetings no more shall be In private we may Hold forth the right way And be as we should be free Our Husbands wee 'l make believe We go but to take the aire Or visit a Nurse And lighten their Purse With a little dissembling Prayer Or if they be crosse Let um stand to the losse We 'l tempt our Apprentices By writing a Dash To cozen the Cash And make 'um meer Novices Oh very well said quoth Con And so will I do say's Franck. And Mercy cry's I and Mat really And I 'm o' that mind quoth Thank Wee 'l cut off the wicked Rout And bath us all in their Blouds Their Houses and Land Wee 'l have at Command And common upon their Goodâ—s No mortal King nor Priest No Lord nor Duke wee 'l have Wee 'l grind 'um to Grist And live as we lift And we will do wonders brave Come Dorâ—as and Cloe With Lois and Zoe Young Letice and Beterice and Jane Phill Dorothy Mawd Come troup it abroad For now is our time to reign Sa sa quoth my sister Bab And Kill 'um quoth Margery Spare none cry's old Tib nor quarter say's Sib. And hey for our Monarchy Let 's all take the Sacrament That we to each other be true And kill without pity In Country and City The wicked ungodly Crew We 'l favour no Sex nor Age No Quality nor Degree But all shall to Pot Both English and Scot That hinder our Liberty The Maior of the Town That terrible Brown And Cox and the Captains all Wee 'l torture and slay In a merciless way And mince 'um like herbs as small Ay that is the way quoth Emm Quoth Phoebe we conquer shall Say's Lucy 't is well quoth Jylian and Nell 'T will make us amend for all A Loyal Wish What Faith Hope and Charity Fanaticks in Truth profess By Germanie's Woe And our Rebels here too Well may we do more than guess Th' ar ' just like Gadarens Swine Which the Devils did drive and bewitch An Herd set on evil Will run to the Devil And 's Dam when their Tails do itch The let 'um run on Say's Ned Tom and Iohn Ay! let 'um be hang'd quoth Mun Th' ar ' mine quoth old Nick And take 'um sayes Dick And well come quoth worshipfull Dâ— And God bless King Charles quoth George And save him say's Simon and Sill I I quoth old Cole and each loyal Soul And Amen and Amen cry's Will The Honest Mens Resolution But what shall we doe with our Wives That fiâ—k up and down the Town And one is for Bowles And t'other for Knowles But all against Cox and Brown They cheat us all with their looks And snivell and snot by roate And nothing but sqeak For Venner and Feake And for a Lac'd Morning-Coat For such a Bell-dam Sayes Sylas and Sam Let 's have an Italian Lock No no! It 's far better Quoth Robin and Peter To take 'um all down i th' Dock But that will not do sayes Nump Then nothing sayes Roger and Raph Let 's lay 'um sayes Nat and splay 'um sayes Wat And then we shall make 'um safe But Faith y' are all out o th' way The Sisters have such a Trick No Instrument will Seclude 'um from ill But still against P 's they 'l kick What shall we do then quoth Hall Let 's cope up their Lecherie Sayes Rowland we may Be Masters that way But will not last long quoth The. What shall we do then Quoth Cutbert and Ben. Let 's do 'um like men quoth Dan Let 's fill up their Chincks Sayes Mystical Sphynx Quoth Taffie then I 'm your man And I am as cut quoth Cad And Sheâ—kin Me â—at-a-whe Ap Howel It 's true and Morgan Hugâ— Y Cambrie Dieu Dalâ—h-a-whe FINIS * Their Declaration * Surplices The new disease See the Preface Q. Curtius lib. 3. Q. Curtius lib. 2. * An Attorney (1.) The Scotch Ale-house in Harts-horne Lane (2.) Clerks of the Exchequer that used to drink their Mornings Draughts there (3.) They call'd one another so (4.) To Westminster Places there where Clerks in Term time usually break their Fast (5.) A Bawdy-house Harrison Blake Lambert Ludlow John Lilborn * Physician to the Earl of Pembrook who is no Quaker nor Quacker * A new Sect of young Men and Women who pray eat and sing ex tempore * Londinium petere solebat gestatorio seâ— vehiculo communi * Vocem 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 THURLO rithmicè respondentem nostrates desiderant nomen itaque ipsius homulli instar crucis hanc 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 patitur nostroque vel versiculo ac ipso curru huc illuc impellitur April 20. 1641 April 20. 1653 St. John's Febr. 11. 1647. * Hâ— hath a great kindnesse for that Saint not because of his Keys which he knew he should never make use of but in reference to Peterborough Minster the stones of which built his new house * Some Authors hold that it was but three half pence but Poetry will not admit broken number * Courteous Reader he is a Leather seller * Not Bethlehem in Juda for he is none of the Magi (1) Cudgell'd by Mr. Armiger at Wells in Norfolk Novemb. 4. 1654. (2) Ran away six miles at Crowland Siege and ne're lockt behind him (1) He caused Parson Cooper to be haâ—â—'d by Judge Iermy for fear he should beat him (2) He corrupted twenty free Burgherr at Risen to give their Votes for hâ—m in the last Election for Parliament (1) He hired 100. men to come with him to LYN with swords and guns for fear Mr. HOWARD and his two men should beat him (2) Mr. Howard gave him a box on the ear with the back of his hand and he fell to the ground with fear (3) Justice Cremar Justice Peddar and Justice Life (4) He took the City of Norwich when the Gates were open and no opposition (5) Mrs. Foxe's back door (1) The Bells were rung backward which alarm'd the City whâ— came in and had beat him if he had not run away upon the noise of it (2) Iermy's Chaplain that prayes and swears and fights and lyes for him in ordinary (1) Let us shew our selves true English men is his usual saying (2) He that drank so much Asses milk as without the Parliament's mercy he is like to be a Fool for ever (3) Two Iustices in Norfolk (4) Master Armiger hath the exemplification of a Verdict in a Box wherein Iermy's Baudeâ—y with Foxes wife is set forth Vivat * Sedgewick ‖ Iohn a Nokes †Iohn a Styles * Repulsed by a Citizens wife ‖ Jacks both ‖ or Sisters Vtrum horum harum * Brains * Theophilus