the Best of KINGS These things I did observe and many more But Tyr'd with the Relation I 'll give o'er True Loyalty in its Colours Or a Survey of the Laudable Address of the young Men and Apprentices of the City of London to His MAJESTY NO Name because you can't write well a Fist Is a Good Hand that can write Loyalist Go on Brave Youths and let your Paper show What Love what Service to your King you ow. How well Now London must be Judge of Thee When in thy Sons we find such Loyalty What Though the Jesuits a brooding lye To hatch for us a Mortal Enemy Loyal Addresses shall like thunder kill The Poison-gathering Viper in the Shell And quickly make the Factious Gang leave off To Lace their Coffee with Seditious Stuff The Roul contains most Trades who Swear they 'l be One Man t' oppose their Princes Enemy Th' Ingenuous Pothecary makes up a Pill And Swears it knows both how to Salve and Kill The Keen edg'd Barber with his Razor votes Instead of Cutting Beards to Cut their Throats The Shooe-Maker protests he 'd rather choose To wind Cord for their Necks than for their Shooes The Cobler too wou'd meddle with the Fools And wou'd instead of Soles Translate their Souls The Nimble Taylor swears each Finger itches To cut their Coats more than to sow their Breeches The brisk Vpholsterer swears by his Feather Their Souls and Bodies he will Quilt together The Damming Vintner Vows next time to bring Confounded wine to them that hate his King The Greasy Butcher Swears by 's Oxe's Head That at one Blow he 'll strike Sedition Dead Then Cut it open Quarter it and Treat The Devil with a Dainty Dish of Meat The Cockt-up Haberdasher briskly debates For Brushing of their Coats instead of Hats The Artificial Surgeon fain would Box 'em And send them all to Hell with a Pox to ' em The Cook cries cram 'em in my Pot 's Belly And I will stew their Rump-Beef to a Jelly A Carpenter comes in with a few Cringes And fain wou'd have 'em Hang'd upon new Hinges Then a Hot Bell-Founder cryes out of Spite They dead my Trade let them be hang'd outright But the slye Broaker Vows he dos not dare Venter his Coyn on such deceitful Ware Next unto him comes the ruff Brick-layer And he 's for Building up the Common Prayer The Loyal Coach-man this Sentence Broaches I am for making Plotters draw my Coaches The Brazier is for Burning them to see What Mettle afterwards they 'l prove to be The Strong-Water-Man would be at Stilling Of their ill Humours not at Killing Then comes the Lawyer hatching of some Evil And fain would bring him into Bond with th' Devil But says the Attorney Let 'em make uds luds An Execution t' me of Body and Goods The Rare-loyal Weaver makes a pother To have 'em Kickt from th' one side to the other The Gold-smith likes 'em best for well he knows Such Mettle both for Gold and Silver goes They 'l take what stamp we please they are such Witches A Caesar's Head as well as Oliver's Breeches Last comes a Printer and sayes Let me Dye If I don't brand 'em to Eternity I will transfer to future Age their Plot And what Reward their cunning Coleman got I will Transprint King Charles his Death and bid The Children Weep for what their Fathers did Papists and Factious both shall go to Pot While the True Loyally Draws a better Lot Loyalty Triumphant Or a Poem on the Numerous Loyal Addresses to His MAJESTY ROuse up my Muse For how in such a Cause Canst thou be Lazy or admit a Pause Why do not Words flow faster then thy Ink Or forward Verse scarce give the leave to think Thy Pen in such a Cause should Pregnant be To Write thy Fellow-Subjects Loyalty Subjects that dare in spight of Faction show How much they to the best of Princes owe That dare in spight of all the Politick Crew Who would the People and their KING subdue Be truly Loyal Honest Just and Good Four things the Others never understood Or if they ever did have long forgot Since first Sedition in their Hearts took Root Their Leaders Soul as well as Eyes do squint And could we search the Heart the Devil 's in 't He seems in shew as Loyal as the best But a full Fury Lodges in his Breast Ambition that Curst Fiend that fain would Tread Once more upon his Royal Masters Head Nor are his Followers behind in Zeal T' advance the Good Old Cause and Common-weal Reading the Votes of Parliament I found The KING with honest Men encoâ—â—ast round Who for the Publick Good did Wisely Vote That He for Tangier should not have a Groat At His own Charge He must the War maintain Or Tangier might be Lost for He in vain Assistance sought from them unless He 'ed give In Pawn for it His own Prerogative And against Nature's Laws cease to Defend An only Brother and a faithful Friend He must Exclude Him from the English Crown That when Great York they once had tumbled down They might set up an Idol of their own Whom if they cannot manage to their wills And make him Authorise unheard of Ills They 'l without scruple hurle them head-long down And tearing from his Brows the totter'd Crown Each will be King and set it on his own Amongst five Hundred Men some few there were That durst for Loyalty and Truth declare That durst the King's Prerogative Maintain ' Gainst Mighty Matchivel and all his Train But once discover'd they like common Foes Or Spies upon the Actions of the House Are first made Kneel before the Bar and then Our Loyalists such Principles despise Are still contriving how their King may rise How they may make Him Powerful and Great And in full Splendour keep his Royal Seat Still acting what their chearful words express Whilst each of them performs a whole Address Oh! may they still persist in doing well Till there be no Tongue left their Deeds to tell That they who did in This their King regard May in the other world meet their Reward The Club of Royalists COme Ganemede and fill each Glass with Wine Let each Muse Drink her share then fill up mine I with the Nine will Revel all this night Till Charles his Health bring back the Morning Light But hold a little Whither am I gone What need I run so far as Helicon Whilst Riding on each Beam the Sun doth bear As Loyal Drinkers as the Muses are For they I fear have caught th' infection too Since their own Sons bravely themselves undo For one who formerly stood Candidate For Wit and Sense with Men of highest Rate Apostatizes from his former Acts And from his own Cambyses Fame detracts No more in Verse his Mighty Talent shows But Libels Princes with Malitious Prose This Man in Cornhill if you chance to meet Or near the Middle of Threadneedle-street Know 't is to pay his Homage
And really take all those of my Profession together through the whole Town no man has felt half the weight of his Heavy Swearing Hand as my Self have done For though Malice and Rapine gave him his daily Bread he has made it his restless and indefatigable study more particularly to ruine me then all mankind beside Nay not content with Prosecuting me for the above nam'd Dialogue and the rest of those Honest and Loyal Pamphlets He endeavoured to Blast my Reputation as much as he had done my Fortunes and that two by an imputation as Ridiculous as Impudent for he Maliciously offer d to Swear that I had Printed more Whig-Pamphlets than any other Person in Town so egregious a piece of Forgery that nothing but a Countenance as steeled as his own could ever have invented Readers I now beg your Pardon for Troubling you with nothing but Complaints and Crievances an unrelishing Subject for a Preface had not my long load of Sufferings extorted them from me and made them thus publick for the Vindication of my Loyalty a part where no Man is wounded without some Exclamation at the smart But that he hath not done this without the hopes of Reward is a plain Case for an Eminent Ignoramus-Jury-man lately Apprehended publickly presented him with 6â— l. 13 s. 4 d. in the space of a few Months besides divers private Guifts from the Party for his great Service done them However I should not have dwelt so long upon so Inconsiderable a Varlet as this had it not been to show how Capritious some mens Fortunes are that even so inconsiderable a Varlet should give so great a stroke towards any mans Ruine But Shame and Scorn have at last over-taken him For he is turn'd out of his Imployment with Disgrace and Despised by all Mankind which in a great measure hath eased the Pain of Your Humble Servant NAT. THOMPSON A Table of all the several Loyal Poems contained in this Book THe Waking Vision or Reality in a Fancy Page 1 The Deliquium or the Grievance of the Nation discoâ—er'd in a Dream 7 Sejanus or the Popular Favourite in his Solitude and Sufferings 15 A Canto upon the Miraculous cure of the King 's Evil performed by the late D. of M. 21 Tom Ross's Ghost to his Pupil he Duke of M. c. 24 The Oxford Alderman's Speech to the D. of M. at his entrance into that City â—â—out September 1680. 25 The Ghost of the late Parliament at Westminster to the Parliament to meet at Oxford 1681. 27 The Parliament Dissolv'd at Oxford March the 28 1681 29 A Panegyrick upon OATS 34 An Epithilamium upon the Marriage of Captain William Bedloe 38 Funeâ—al Tears upon the Death of Captain William Bedloe who dyed at Bristol 43 Anagram and Acrostick upon the Salamanca Dr. 44 The Convert Scot and Apostate English 45 A Postscript upon the Duke of York's return from Scotland 55 The Mad man's Hospital or a present Remedy to cure the Presbyterian Itch 57 Tony's Soliloquies c. 60 The Badger in the Fox trap or Satyr upon Satyr 62 The humble Wishes of a Loyal Subject 78 The Politicians Down-â—aâ—l or Potapsky's Arrival at the Netherlands and the Congratulation of the Protestant Joyner at their meeting 80 A Congratulation of the Protestant Joyner to Anthony K. of Poland upon his Arrival into the other World 87 The King of Poland's Ghâ—st or a Dialogue betwixt Pluto and Caâ—on upon his Reception 92 The Countrey Man's Complaint and Advice to the King 96 Advice to the Carver Written upon the Murder of the late William Lord Viscount Stafford 97 Shaftsbury's Farwâ—l â—r the new Association 113 Dagon's Fall or Sir Will. Waller turn'd out of Commission 117 A Dialoâ—ue between the Devil and the Ignoramus Dr. 120 Tyburn's Courteous Invitation to Titus Oates 123 The Reformation a Satyr 125 Advice to his late graceles Grace the D. of M. 128 The Solicitous Citizen or much ado about nothing 130 The Charter a Comical Satyr 134 A Character of London Village 156 True Loyalty in its Colours or a Survey of the Lauaable Address of the Young Men and Apprentices of the City of London to His Majesty 159 Loyalty Tryumphanâ— or a Poem on the numerous Loyal Addresses to His Majesty 162 The Club of Loyalists 164 The Dissenters truly describ'd 166 The Loyal Letany c 170 The Fanatick Rampaâ—t or a Poem on the an Election 174 Poor Robin's Dream or the Vision of Hell or a Dialâ—gue between the Ghost of Bedloe Tonge 176 A Dialogue between the Devil and the 〈◊〉 186 A Congratulatory Poem on Sir John Moore Knt. Mayor of the City of London 189 The Car-man's Poem or advice to a Nest of Scriblers 191 The last Will and Testament of Anth. K. of Poland 196 An Epitaph upon his Bowels 199 The Case is alter'd now or the Conversion of Anthony K. of Poland publish'd for satisfaction of the Sanctify'd Brethren 200 The K. of Poland's last Speech to his Country-men 202 Fitz-Harris's Farwel to the World or a Traytors just Reward 206 The last and truest Discovery of the Popish-Plot Discover'd by Rumsey West c. 207 Several Poems written by the Right Honourable Henry Lord Arundel of Warder and Count of the Sacred Roman Empire whilst Prisoner in the Tower 212 Majesty in misery or an Implorati n to the King of Kings written by His Majesty King Charles the first in his durance at Carisbrook-Castle 1648. 218 Interrogatories or a Dialogue between Whig Tory 221 A Poem on the Relief of Vienna 222 An exact Narrative of the Popish-Plot shewing all the cunning contrivances thereof 224 The Second Part to the same 228 The third Part written by a Lady of Quality 233 The fourth Part written by a Lady of Quality 237 The great Despair of the London whigs for the loss of their Charter 241 A Panegyrick to His Royal Highness James D. of York upon His Majesty's late Declaration c. 243 To His Roâ—al Highness the Duke of York 246 A Congratulatory Poem upon the happy Arrival of His Royal Highness James D. of York at London April the 8th 1682 249 To His Royal Highness upon his Arrival from Flanders 255 To His Royal Highness the Duke of York upon his Return to the Care and Management of the Navy of England 259 A Welcom to His Royal Highness into the City of London April the 20th 1682. 261 A Farewel to His Royal Highness the Duke of York on his Voyage to Scotland October 20th 1680. 263 The Dukes Welcom from Scotland to London 264 An Heroick Poem on her Highness the Lady Ann's Voyage into Scotland With a little Digression upon the Times 266 Islington Waters 270 Serenissimis Principibus Eboracensibus Albaniensibus Ducibus ter Maximis in Angliam Reducibus Congratulator 276 A Pindarique Ode upon the late Horrid and Damnable Whiggish Plot. 280 A Pindarique Ode upon His Majestics Review of His Forces at Putney-Heath 287 The Melancholly Complaint of Doctor Titus Oates
291 An account of an Apparition that appeared to Titus Oates 311 A Paradox against Liberty Written by the Lords during their Imprisonment in the Tower 314 The last Speech of Sir Edmondbury Godfrey's Ghost 322 Advice to the Painter's Adviser 323 The Hypocritical Christian or the Conventicle Citizen 326 On the Kings most Happy and Miraculous Deliverance at Newmarket 334 A Pastoral upon the Death of her Grace the Dutchess of Ormond 336 Funeral Tears to the Sacred Memory of our late Soveraign King Charles the Second 341 Scotlands Loyalty or Sorrowful Sighs on the Death of our late Sovereign His Sacred Majesty 344 An Elegy on the Deplorable and never enough to be Lamented Charles II. 347 To his Sacred Majesty King James II. 349 Ireland's Tears A Pindarique Poem upon the Death of our late Soveraign Charles the II. and the Peaceful and Happy Succession and Inauguration of our present Great Monarch King James the II. 351 An Heroick Poem most humbly Dedicated to the Sacred Majesty of Katharine Queen Dowager 362 The Description of the Coronation 369 A Poem on the Coronation 388 BOOKS Printed by Nath. Thompson at the Entrance into the Old-Spring-Garden near Charing-Cross A Choice Collection of 180 Loyal Songs with the Musical Notes Composed by the best Masters of that Art All of them written unce the two late PLOTS viz. The Horrid Salamanca Plot in 1678. and the Fanatical Conspiracy in 1683. Intermixt with some New Love Songs With a Table to find every Song To which is added an Anagram and an Accrostick on the Salamanca Doctor The Third Addition with the Addition of 40 New Songs never before in Print With the Musical Notes to each Song price bound 2 s. 6 d. The Lawyer Out-law'd or a Brief Answer to Mr. Hâ—nt's defence of the Charter With some useful Remarks on the Commons Proceedings in the last Parliament at Westminster in a Letter to a Friend Price 6 s. The Genealogies of the High-born Prince and Princess George and Anne of Denmark c. shewing the Lineal Descent of these two Noble and Illustrious Families with their Matches Issues Times of Death Place of Sepulchre Impresses and Devices c. From the year of Grace M. to this present year 1685. Extracted from the most Authentick Testimonies of the best Historians and Antiquaries of their times Price bound 1 â— Janua Scientiarum Or a Compendious Introduction to Geography Chronology Government History Phylosophy And all Gentile sorts of Literature Price â—ound 1 â— POEMS THE VVAKING VISION OR REALITY in a Fancy AS I was walking reading in a Book Of all the Plots that Hell had undertook Methought I heard a sudden murmuring Rout And cuâ—ious to behold I fac'd about When soon the Croud did to my sight appear With a young Hero stalking in the Rear Their Leader was an old man known too well By that false traiterous name Achitophel He fac'd about and waving round his Wand The cringing Rout stood still upon 's command Lieutenant Absolom forsook the Rear And strutting forward did i' th' Front appear Thus fixt in their Array the first that broke The silence was Achitophel who spoke With roaring voice and visage most austere When to his Eccho all the Rout gave ear All big with expectations till the bold Snake-like Achitophel this story told I need not tell you of the case betwixt ye If you remember Forty eight and Sixty How happy were we in the first of those When no man durst our Laws and Wills oppose Wills as obliging as the Persian Laws We fought and prosper'd in the good old Cause None durst oppose our Faction or appear In vindication of a Cavalier Then all our Party in one humour stood To bleed the Nation tap the Royal Blood Till envious Death at last did basely trip Old Noll up with his short Protectorship Then turn'd the Game and Monk began to sing In Loyal tone Now Boys a King a King Against our wills he did by force restore The King to that which was His Right before Then all those plaguy Rogues call'd Cavaliers Began to peep abroad and shake their Ears Each one expecting from the King to be Rewarded for his Truth and Loyalty When thus we saw our Plots go down the wind We chang'd our Note and spake in other kind And made the World believe 't was only We Restor'd the King to Crown and Dignity When if we could but still have been obey'd No Stuart e're had Englands Scepter sway'd But since what 's done can't be undone again Why stand we idle gazing here in vain Let 's try our wits and Plot for to obtain And play the Old Game over once again Do as our Fathers did come play our parts And let the people know you're English hearts That are not given to change Eighty one offers us a mark as fair As ever Forty did come strike prepare Take Oaths of Secresie and Covenant To ease the Nation of her groans and want Right and Religion Liberties and Laws Will make the Rout quickly espouse our Cause Tell 'em if they don't stir they 're quite undone Religion 's ruin'd Liberties are gone Perswade 'em that the Pope and Popish Train Are just returning to the Land again That 's a pretence ne're fails but always takes And of a Bad Old Cause a Good One makes Now now 's the time strike up for if you miss You 'l never meet a time so pat as this Here 's Popish Plots discover'd and found out With Fears and Jealousies to charm the Rout And soon perswades them all their Lives are lost That they must burn like Martyrs at a Post Unless they get the Popish Party quell'd That are by Evil Counsellors upheld Here 's Grievance upon Grievance these are Knaves And those would make the free born Subjects Slaves Tell them the King 's a Tyrant and Oppressor And that we have a damn'd Popish Successor The Parliament's Disolv'd and we must be Govern'd by Arbitrary Tyrany But yet be sure to keep you in the shade And do what e're you do in Masquerade If any Senator against you sit Be sure to call him Papist Jesuit Mac-Tory Protestant in Masquerade That would your Liberties and Rights invade Now one word more and I have spoke enough Go fall to work for I have found you stuff Which having spoke the Rout were jogging home But soon return'd at voice of Absolom Who with andacious tone cry'd hark my friends Come side with me if you 'l attain your ends Achitophel shall change and take the Rear And I my self will in the Front appear And good old David soon shall know that I VVill be his Heir or else I 'll bravely die VVhat though my Mother was his Concubine The fault was hers I 'm sure it was not mine I am his Son and from his Loins did spring I am of Royal Blood and will be King Do you but help me to obtain the Crown I 'll rule by Law and all your Foes put down I 'le part the
King and Council quite asunder And will redress the Griefs you labour under If once I can but to the Throne attain I 'le grant New Charters and the Old maintain At which the Rout with hollows fill'd the Skies And cry'd We 'll venture all for Liberties VVhen suddenly the Rout did disappear And all the Coast was in an instant clear Then I began to think which was the worse Fanatick Blessing or a Popish Curse I put them in two Scales to try their weight And found the Ballance equi-ponderate But holding them a while I quickly found As this was hoisted up that kiss'd the ground Then suddenly I found the meaning out This ruins quickly but that round about Then to my mind my thoughts began to sing Go haste and what thou 'st heard inform the King I durst not go but presently I wrote And seal'd it up and sent the King this Note To the KING DRead Sir if you will Rule this Land in peace Expel your Foes and Friends will soon increase Your Ruine does Sir too too plain appear Rome leads the Van Geneva brings the Rear If you 'l be safe you must expel them both The Roman Gnat and the Dissenting Moth And vigorously let them understand You are their King and will like King command And if you e're expect to gain your Ends As well as open Foes take heed of Friends I mean a flatt'ring Friend whose only shew Makes him a Friend but really is not so Learn by your Father not to trust to those That in the end will prove confiding Foes Consider on 't you 're in a woful straight Think but on Forty one and Forty eight I only speak this for a Precedent For Heav'n I hope will all such things prevent You 're now the Darling of all Loyal hearts And may be still if you will take their parts But if you bear with Faction or with Rome And do delay to give them both their doom All Loyal men must suffer by those two And be in spight of â—ate undone with You. You must be sure to ruine both or none If one remain you 're sure to be undone For if you ruine Rome on equal scores To shut the Window but leave ope the Doors Vnless you ruine the Fanaticks too For know one Nation can't hold Them and You. Those men I fear against your Life combine That strive to cross you in your good design And those men sure would yield to put you down That tell the People You are not their own Pardon me Sir if I your quiet break For Poets dare at all Adventures speak The Deliquium or the Grievance of the Nation discovered in a Dream FRom evenings Coffee lac'd with long Argument Of the Kings Power and Rights of Parliament And hot brain'd Company who make it their Vocation Waving their own to mind th' Affairs o' th' Nation Whose noddles for these many months have been Hatchers of Grievances unfelt unseen Ill-manner'd Fools whose ignorance is Hate They understand not therefore blame the State Their real grievance is their want of sense Beasts in all things but in Obedience Cloy'd with their noisy Cant in equal plight Of laughter scorn and grief I bid good night Troubl'd to think of Englands Grand Disease Groaning with th' burthen of such Sots as these To bed I went where restless long I lay Despair'd of sleep and waiting for the day Lord said I must our Monarch ne're have rest The more indulgent th' more he is opprest With Fools that know not think not what they want Their desire Granted they 'l soon cure the Grant Yet the King 's still in fault methinks I see Tears flowing down the Cheeks of Majesty If I am troubled how much more is He Who bears the burthen of their Calumny Thus lay I 'long my Soul quite spent with Sighs When sleep insensibly stole o're my Eyes From lump of Flesh unchain'd methought my Soul Through dark unwholsom Foggy Mists did rowl Horrour increasing still methought I came To the dire Mansions of Eternal Flame The Gates of Brass transparent were and thence Flew Azure flames with smoak of nauseous stench With a confused noise of Howls and Groans Such as would melt if any thing can the Stones The horrour quell'd my Spirit that I stood 'M z'd and insensible as Stone or Wood Till by a Friend reviv'd cheer thee quoth he This place as yet is not design'd for Thee He led me through the Gates where lo a place Larger than all this lower Worlds vast space The torments gave some light else dark as night A pale bituminous discoulor'd Light Millions of wretched Souls my Fancy view'd VVeltring in flames with Pitch and Brimstone strew'd Just at the Gate th' Infernal Senate sate For know that Hell 's no Kindom but a State A Democratick State for it affords As I was told no King nor House of Lords Tho' Lucifer's a kind of Prince he sate But Chair-man or rather Speaker to the State A Troop of Ghastly Fiends surround his chair All which of a Select Committee were VVho having plaid their Devils part so well Had been Elected Burgesses of Hell Two who were lately to Vtopia sent Stood now for Members of the Parliament O Yes was strait proclaim'd appear appear You that are Candidates Mighty Lucifer Assures his Vote for him who merits best For his Utopia Service All the rest To Lucifer with formal Bows submit They would consent to what His Grace thought fit Python appear'd Great Sir said he since I VVent with this Honourable House's Embassy T' Vtopia I ha' brought that Realm to be An 't please Your Grace in all Conformity To your desire But first I must confess Letters of Credence from his Holiness Your Grace's Correspondent I procur'd To some Lords there whom I before Insur'd By my Ignatian Friends O! they 're a Crew Of the most hearty diligent and true Zealous unwearied Boys to propogate VVhat may conduce to th' good of this our State Had they but cunning equal to their will This place with humane Souls they 'd quickly fill You 'l need no other Fiends These did my work And privily about the Realm did lurk Some ign'rant Bigots they engag'd and some Only with th' pleasing pride of Martyrdom Some by Ambition's Bait were finely caught All things at once boldly to venture at But I confess though all my Art I try'd To bring the Great Almanzor to our side I fail'd but then I got it buz'd that He Would soon make one in the Conspiracy This tickl'd and engag'd them in that Plot VVhich by th' Vtopians ne'r will be forgot In short This Honourable House knows well How I 've deserv'd a Burgess-ship in Hell If not we 've some Jesuits here can tell Then through the House a murmuring Applause Shew'd that they all inclin'd to Python's Cause VVhen Syphax th' other Candidate appear'd Great Sir said he I hope my Cause when heard VVill gain your suffrage Mighty Sir you know M'Opponents method was
When they can Save and yet you see How Blood of Innocents we Spill 18. The Law condemns a Priest to die But Supream Law commands them no That for their Lives they must not flie One of the two they must forego 19. Our Faith in many points agree Our Birthrights we may claim of old What is it then to any he If ancient Verity I hold 20. Likely you Err for upward look What ages past believ'd do I And nearer to the Spring the Brook Far distant doth in Puddles die If at the Fount I Drink or Wash The Christal Spring hath us'd no dash 21. Hath Charity deserv'd to Die Our Saviour Suffered for that We sometimes kill an Enemy Not murther Friends for none knows what 22. Our Laws receive their force from Power And the Offenders forfeit Life Here 't is where Law doth Law devour And why such Law would end the Strife 23. Men long in Peace deserving well From King and Country now surpriz'd And charg'd with Crimes no age can tell But those who have this Plot devis'd 24. Now worthy Scrogs your Brethren too Unbyass'd let your Judgements fall We dare the World what they can do May we have Justice when we call 25. Oh! Cleaveland hadst thou liv'd this age Thou couldst not Write unless to Lie For none but Devils tread our Stage Where speaking Truth you surely Die For publick Good or Popery 26. A King to Govern or else none A Linsey woolsey Government 'T is Rabble Property they own And say 't is Law or so 't is meant 27. They stalk with one ambitions Fool Affecting Popularity Make use of Him as a Close-stool First fill Him up then throw Him by 28. The Monster Mobile then Roars Prepar'd by th' Mountebank of State We 'll have no Fools nor Sons of Whores A Common wealth shall end their Date 29 Nor King nor Parliament nor Laws Kill all pretenders to the Crown Nor Lords nor Bishop those Py'd Daws With all adherents shall go down 30. Then up go we we 'll share the Land Too long they have usurp'd our Right And now by turns we 'll all command And shew the World our last New Light 31. Are we not good as Fisher-men Our Hogan-Mogan Neighbours now They were call'd Traytors and what then Their King that was now does them allow 32. They did Reform it thriv'd so good God did intend what they should be They were inforc'd to let some Blood As We to purge Idolatry 33. Your Elders Laws have that vast scope Preliminary to all Power Each in his Parish would be Pope Like Baal's Priests all things devour 34. These are your Saintships Rules of State And Lueifer hath Lectur'd you All above you ye Deadly hate And would not God should have his due 35. Must still the Van Religion Led on by Lies and false pretence Bring up the Rear Rebellion And blind your Reason without Sense 36. Set up an Idol-Parliament Which with false Worship men adore As if Religion were now meant The House of Commons Common-Whore 37. The slights of Hocus not so plain Though Cheats our sight yet none believe But Hocus still he doth remain Through fine Conveyance in his Sleeve 38. Thus Captain Satan leads you on Your Pride and Malice makes you Swell Then Captain leaves ye all alone You 'l find the way your selves to Hell 39. Damn'd Hypocrites Rebellious Race In Power Impudent and Bold Pale Whining Cowards Face to Face Your Good and Hopes lyes in your Gold 40. Short-sighted Fools can your base Coin Corrupt that God who Kings protects Or suffer you to break that Line Which he hath made and still directs 41. 'T is not to cast down Popery But by your counterfeited Zeal To raise New-Englands Anarchy Devolving to a Commonweal 42. Too long on Caterpillers I Digression make but now to Men Whose Honour in Antiquity Deserves to be reviv'd again 43. Religion early there embrac'd By Race of Kings Christians bold Brave men at Arms and not debas'd And now this Age revives the Old 44 Now Sweet blows the Northern Air Dispelling Mists and no Clouds there The Rebel Covenant washed fair No thoughts against an apparent Heir 45. Brave Scots go on a Braver man Ne're wanted yet Protection Than our Great Duke of York what can But This merit Oblivion All that is past of Guilty Fact Lies buried here in this one Act. 46. None live Unblemish'd or who not deceiv'd Who ever Trusts unhappily May err If none must be believ'd We must forsake Society 47. Frailties to all men are allow'd We Plume not here on Angels Wings The weak or fearful in a Cloud Cannot distinguish best of Things 48. Repentance wipes out blackest Spots If ye relapse y' are sick to death Be henceforth call'd the Convert-Scots This Covenant sign now with your Breath 49. A Glorious occasion now Courts ye with opportunity Let after-ages say of You When all men fail'd us You stood by 50. Your King your Country all their Friends Now need your Duty and your Love Bravely appear and make amends Let 's Hand in Hand together move 51. Down with your Kirk-Roost Curb them so They cannot hurt take Sword in Hand Defend your King from In-bred Foe And York conduct you in Command 52. The Law of Nature binds Mankind And that Religion is so true To give and take with equal mind To God and Caesar what is due 53. Rouse then Brave men let the World see What you dare do for Royal Blood Your Lives and Country are not free ' Less you maintain Monarchy Good 54. But if ye fail all Good mens Curse On you and your Posterity May ye be Slaves and what is worse Beg Bread of your Presbytery A Postscript upon the D. of York's Return to Scotland NOw York again Shines in our Sphere A constant Day-light true born Son Which doth forebode a Happy Year Now finish what you have begun 2. If your wild Spirit is possest With Hellish Principles Rebel And against Legal Power protest Send them the shortest way to Hell 3. For speedy Justice in a Storm And Mutiny more Souls doth Save Then slow Proceeding by Laws Form Lost time a Master 's made a Slave 4. Examples made to terrifie Makes men consider what they do where no Reprieve is but must Die Men are unapt t' engage that Foe 5. Let your Great Council make an Act And by that Act all Subjects Bind To take an Oath or else be Rackt Till the Succession they have Sign'd 6. Our Lofty Shrubs rais'd by the King That on his Seat Justice Out-face Must tumble down that no such thing Be ever nam'd but with Disgrace 7. Ingrateful Brutes baser than Slaves The fallen Angels is your sin Who for your Makers do dig Graves But in those Pits your selves fall in 8. Foolish Achitophels his Fate Follows your Steps and you must Die For the same Cause and at the Gate Where Treason 's joyn'd with Perjury 9. The Protestant Religion Is the false cry and common
Horror of yells and groans the Spirits strains Till on a sudden all flasht out in flames In which she Conventicklers sprawling cry'd For all Eternity must this abide With that a shower of Blood fell down upon 'em In which they spew'd stunk like Reb. dam'em For 't was the blood of Innocents they'd drawn When they liv'd here to make the K. their own Some of the Heads were hang'd up by the Tong. The rest the Devils pitch about with Prongues To make way for approaching great Procession Which howl'd roard without an Intermission Their Tongues hung out with Froth like lathering Soap These were the Rabble burning of the Pope ' Mongst whom were Curtis Harris Smith Care The Scene was just like that at Temple-bar Both Pope and Pageants Jeffreys and the Friers Of these that did support them and the Rout But there they roar'd here they us'd to shout Both Squibs and Crackers from their mouths did fly ' Gainst Church and State they belcht out Blaspemy Their Skins were vail'd with City-Mercuries Seditious Libels and their forged Lyes Which taking fire at once made such a smother Down fell the Pageants Rout and all together Did sprawl and howl in that infernal Flame Then I awak'd and all was but a Dream A DIALOGUE betwixt the Devil and the Whigs Now Reader tell me if you can Which is the Devil who the Man For if a Tekelite be a Turk They both do All the Devils Work Whigs WE have pursu'd those Plots thou didst invent And made our Parties in a Parliament And to no purpose what can we do more Thou let'st the Tories in yet keep'st the Door Devil When ought doth not succeed you first blame Me Amongst your selves Ye never did agree Your Wise-false-Brethren have undone your Cause And from no Subjects slav'd you to the Laws Whigs We know no Laws but those our Selves do make And Hanging ne're confess All for Thy sake Thou know'st what we have done and more would do But deal'st with us as Witches and leav'st us so Devil My Power is to Incline not to Compell You are the Ministers to Act for Hell But do not send me those I did expect Through your base Cowardise or Fools neglect Whigs Can We do more than Thou We kill'd a KING And his Best Subjects did to Judgement bring We sent them hence when they were under Ground We thought all Flesh was in the Devil's Pound Devil You speak as you believe were it not so Thousands of you might unto Heaven go But Your Association with Me Will keep us Friends to all Eternity And never be reproach'd for Perjury Whig Thou the first Rebel taught'st us to Rebel Surely Thou need'st no Company in Hell Thou shamd'st Us in Contriving of this Plot That GOD himself would oversee the Blot Because that in his Name it was Begot Devil There is a Bard as strange as is his Name A Power you know not who hath rais'd his Fame 'T is He whose Wisdom Countermin'd your Arts And on your selves return'd your poyson'd Darts Whig That Devil Observator Oh! 't is He We would not see GOD in His Company Our very Thoughts He seem'd to know so well They were in Print before they were known in Hell Devil His Demon circles Him I cannot Kill Nor Hurt him so much as to shake his Quill He Writes such Truths and Speaks such Sacred Things The Churches Champion and the Guard of Kings Whig Though Thou Confess Thou canst not yet Repent No more than We Then down when we are sent There curse the Fates who spin so long his Thread That he will live to see our Children Dead Devil Take Comfort yet the Blood that You have spilt No more Age can paralel your Guilt I did corrupt the Mobile of Heaven You did the like on Earth now We are even This Kindness I will do Over my Furies I 'll make You Presidents Judges or Juries A Congratulatory Poem to Sir John More Knight Lord Mayor Elect of London NO sooner doth the Aged Phenix dye But kind indulging Nature gives Supply Sick of her solitude she first retires And on her Spicy Death-bed then expires Thus unconcern'd Sir Patience now declines The Sword and all his Dignities resigns Next under God and Royal Charles 't was He Defended persecuted Liberty When the fierce fury of the Romish Flood Broke out beyond its limits He withstood The threatning Deluge of the angry Main And forc'd its beating Billows back again His circumspection seasonably reads The dark Intrigues of vain projecting heads He cou'd all Foreign Maladies resent And equally Intestine Broils prevent But now as dying Parents first commend Their Issue to th' tuition of a Friend And then as if their chiefest care was past Pleas'd with the Settlement they breath their last So he perceiving busie Date appear That with a Period will close his year Contentedly resigns his dying Claim To the Successor of his Charge and Fame One whose wise Conduct knows how to dispence Rigour to Guilt and help to Innocence Here we the City's wise Results may scan Their very choice is Metropolitan So Universal their Elections are That England in the Happiness doth share On then great Magistrate and like the Sun Set with the splendid Glory you begun Disperse such hovering Clouds as wou'd benight And Interpose themselves 'twixt Us and light You boldly dare your noble Trust attest Without a base perswading Interest When pleasing Flattery puts on her Charms To take with gentle Arts and soft Alarms Fixt with a gallant Resolution You Vncase the Hypocrite and bids adieu In this confus'd and ill digested State Where Plots new Plots to counter-plot create Trusting to Reasons Conduct as your Guide You 'l leave the threatning Gulphs on either side And then erect such Marks as may appear To caution others from a Shipwrack there 'T is now resolv'd the Romanists shall see The mean Effects of all their Policy The Puritans will but expect in vain Their Pious Frauds will gull the Land again You like a great Columbus will find out The hidden Worlds of deep Intrigues and Doubt Whilst to your new Discoveries we give Our thanks such worthless Presents as we have England no more of Jealousies shall know But Halcyon Peace shall build and Plenty flow And the proud Thames swell'd high no more complains But smilingly looks on the peaceful Plains No angry Tempest then shall curl her Brow Glad to behold revived Commerce grow Whilst emulous of your Example We Strive who shall most express their Loyalty No Factions shall us from our selves divide More than the Sea from all the World beside But link'd together in one Chain of Love And with one Spring unanimous we 'll move That to our Foes regret it may be said We are again One Body and One Head The Car-man's Poem Or Advice to a Nest of Scriblers CAR-men turn Poets now why may not I Then Horse and Cart and Whip stand you three by Nay but I lack my
Whip to lash those Cattel That by their Scribling bid the Kingdom Battel Wou'd I cou'd lash you with such mighty force As I have us'd to lash my drudging Horse It 's the dull Satyrs of this envious Age That puts my Fancy in so great a rage They swarm in ev'ry Street in ev'ry Shop They are the Froth of ev'ry idle Fop. He that has nought to do takes Pen and Ink Calls for some Paper and a Pot of Drink And then the Maggot works and Noddle rings And they 'l not spare the best of British Kings Malice and Pride and Drink are all agreed Then drive on Car-man but none cries God speed Their wicked Wit 's on wheels but why so fast I am afraid you 'l pay for this at last Your head-strong Fancy must be curb'd e're long The Judge will make you sing another Song A King 's a puny thing in your conceit And all by reason of a shallow Pate A Duke 's a Trifle and Queen 's a Toy It 's death to you to sing out Viv'le Roy. And a grave Bishop or a learned Dean You do abhor as much as King and Queen Judges are next to nothing in your eye So boldly from all Government you fly That with your dirty frothy hair brain'd Pen You lash your Kings even like our Common men Touch not the Lords Anointed it is said But when with Ale and Beer you 're muddy made When with a little Drink your heads are warm You touch the King and do his Prophets harm You rail abuse contemn despise and jeer You lash them like your Horses without fear It matters not for Sense be they but Rhimes Then there is hopes they 'l suit with these dull Times Away they run to Smith and he corrects them That 's a mistake he Prints and he protects them From Friend to Friend they march about the Street And ev'ry un-Baptiz'd Brother's glad to see 't Oh how they shrug their Elbows with delight To see such dang'rous things appear in sight He 's wise that 's bold the fittest man for th'Times That dare presume to write the worst of Rhimes Hang Sence that 's out of fashion so is Reason Come let us see you write Sedition Treason Move for a Commonwealth cry down the King Another Royal Head to th' Block let 's bring Rail at the Bishops and the Common-Prayer Abuse the Papists this is past compare Let us beat down all those too Loyal Elves Then we may hope we shall set up our selves This is the Language of the Baptist Beast The heart of ev'ry Presbyterian Priest Did they but fear a God they 'd love a King They seldom Harp on such a pleasant String They make long Pray'rs your Houses to devour They 'l pray for half a day and preach an hour They 'l Fast in earnest turn up th' white o' th' eys Even like a Parâ—ketto to the Skies They 'l walk demurely chatter like a Saint Their Language is so zealous smooth and quaint You wou'd not think that they cou'd act ought ill Much less that they their Sover'ign Lord wou'd kill Give them but pow'r you 'l find them greater Cheaters Than old Noll Cromwel or his Chaplain Peters What has our Law no limits for our words And shall our Pens cut like two-edg'd Swords And none regard them shall our Libels swarm And will no Judge take notice of the harm Seditious Libels surely have a Charm There 's not one Judge that dare put forth his Arm. Then let our Pamphlets swarm about the City Be deaf and do not shew Conformists pity Satyr them unto death the day 's our own Our Judges now we find are weary grown Spare neither King nor Subject let all share A like that love the Mass and Common Prayer Come drive on Car-man set thy brains to work And write as if it were against the Turk Puddle-dock Coach-man hold thy Dung-Cart Pen Spurn not against such great and pow'rful men They do but let you run to your wits end Now you must pay for what you wrote my Friend Thou that didst sin against both Judge and King And stole the Honey now must feel the Sting Thy Libels now are all upon the File That swarm like Hornets in a pleasing Isle Imprimis answer thy Tom Ticklefoot I fear that that will put thee hardly to 't Item remember thy late New-years-Gift Thy Neck thou from this Noose canst no way shift Unless it from a twisted Halter be Unto a wooden Noose call'd Pillory And thy late Satyr will not be forgotten When Smith and 's Anvil are decay'd and rotten Judgement has Leaden heels but without doubt At the long run 't will find the Rabble out Then woe be to ye better you were choak'd Than deal with Judges that you have provok'd My life for yours they 'l stick upon your Skirts And pay you home for all your Jeers and Flirts You and your hireling Scriblers will repent That their Time and you your Money spent One witty Jeffreys and a sharp Recorder Will timely bring you all to better order A Pillory will tell us you were Rogues To write against a Judge so just as Scroggs Whose Worth and Judgment Wit and Justice flies With far more Fame thanks to your Scribling Lies The Last Will and Testament of Anthony King of Poland MY Tap is run then Raxter tell me why Should not the good the great Potapsky dye Grim Death who lays us all upon our backs Instead of Scythe doth now advance his Ax And I who all my life in broils have spent Intend at last to make a Settlement Imprimis for my Soul though I had thought To 've left that thing I never minded out Some do advise for fear of doing wrong To give it him to whom it doth belong But I who all Mankind have cheated now Intend likewise to cheat the Devil too Therefore I leave my Soul unto my Son For he â—s Wise men think as yet has none Then for my Polish Crown that pretty thing Let Mon take 't who longs to be a King His empty Head soft Nature did design For such a light and airy â—rown as mine With my Estate I 'll tell you how it stands Jack Ketch ought t' have my Cloaths the King my Lands Item I leave the damn'd Association To all the wise disturbers of the Nation Not that I think they 'l gain their ends thereby But that they may be hang'd as well as I. Armstrong in Murders and in Whoring skill'd Who twenty Bastards gets for one man kill'd To thee I do bequeath my Brace of Whores Long kept to draw the humours from my Sores For you they 'll serve as well as Silver-Tap For Women give and sometimes cure a Clap. H d my partner in Captivity False to thy God and King but true to Me To thee some heinous Legacy I 'd give But that I think thou hast not long to live Besides thou 'st wickedness enough in store To serve ' thy self and twenty
sake Then be not wanting in your Lies In Plots and Shams and Forgeries To blind the weak and gazing eyes With Fables But if you wou'd enjoy the Land Let the dark Roman joyn his Hand He Force and Councel can command In Caballs Which though it seem as strange as Nile 'T is Lawful to unite in Guile Our Intrest's ne're the worse that while But further For all their Principles are mine Their Tricks to guild a black Design Their Warrant 's to unite and joyn In Murther What if you were not born to Land Or to be Persons in Command 'T is ne'er the worse at second Hand But fashion Is it not base a Curse to see When we should live equally Such odds and such Majority's I' th' Nation And though we find no fault in State Or any other Potentate Yet those great Names will raise debate And wrath Sirs Since then 't will be so good a Feat Let 's once for all the Work compleat For nothing else can make us Great In troth Sirs My Opticks Friends almost can see A new form'd Lump of Anarchy Whilst under foot lies Monarchy And hated Methinks I see those very Men I hate and envy once agen From many thousands unto Ten Abated Ah! sweet Revenge and bold Ambition Infects both Us and half the Nation The Cause of Wise Association So lately And well't may plague us all to see Some though no better Men than We To live in Pomp for Loyalty So stately I knew when once the Good Old Cause Was nam'd aloud with great Applause Blest times for Liberty no Laws To fright all Therefore if once it come to Test And we again with Lawrel blest The stronger side must be the best At Whitehall And if all Lords you chance to be Who knows what Hell designs for me We 'l make our Lives one Jubilee And wonder So being out of Breath and spent Alas said he much more is meant At last with Pox he hurrying went Like Thunder Fitz-Harris his Farewel to the World or a Traytors Just Revvard FArewel great Villain and unpitied Lye Instead of Tears drawn from a tender Eye Ten thousand Traytors like Fitz-Harris dye Unhumane Monster to the World ingrate An Enemy to the King the Church and State Had'st thou been starv'd 't had been too kind a Fate His Crimes were horrid Infamous and base Deserves a total extinct of his Race Banish his Name unto some dismal place What 's worse than injuring Sacred Majesty For which he suffered on the Fatal Tree May all Men suffer when Rob'd of Loyalry England may then be glad with Triumph sing When all her Foes are vanisht with a string The Golden Age from Halcion-days will spring Those Wolves that Plot Protestant Lambs to Gull May Heaven obstruct the Engines of their Scull Give them of Tyburn good Lord their Belly full Giddy-headed Youths have been seduc'd of late Beyond their Wits talk of the Affairs of State Obedience learn to avoid Fitz-Harris Fate Those publick Libellers with Zeal and Heat With some unheard of Novelty daily treat If they write falsly tie them from their Meat Tell th' Ambitious they 're Fools and strive in vain To undermine a Crown King Charles will Raign To be true and honest is the safest Gain I hope to see Justice at Tyburn done If so some hundreds may have cause to run Give them what they deserve their Thread is spun Bid proud Petitioners good Advice approve Make an Address and in one Body move With all Humility t'gain their Prince's Love I 'de sooner lose a Limb from th' Monument fly Endure the worst of Torments till I dye Than willingly deserve my King 's displeasing eye London on thee all flourishing joys descend Heav'ns bless the Government and Governours to the end Unanimous to agree your Soveraign to defend The Man that burnt Diana's Temple down Did it on purpose a Villain to be Crown'd ' Mongst Rogues Damn'd Rogues he got Renown How many thousands are there in the Nation Meer Knaves but Saints in private Congregation Love Monarchy with mental Reservation The Gods rebuke the Error of the Age Let Moderation Tumultuous men asswage But hang all those against their King engage Let all Dissenting Brothers love the King To the Church Unite 't is a goodly thing With Brethren to agree and with Te Deum sing Heav'ns bless his Majecty with Plenty Joy and Peace To all that love the King Heavens give increase Confound his Foes to pray I ne'er will cease Non est Lex justior ulla Quam Necis Artificis Arte perire sua The last and truest Discovery of the Popish-Plot by Rumsey West and other great Patriots of their Countrey BUt Oh! This late Conspiracy so Dire By Providence prevented by a FIRE No Age can parallel so Black Design The fiercest Furies could not place a Mine From their dark Caves to give so great a blow And at one Burst Three Kingdoms overthrow Merciless Flames we 'll now Innocent call Since Fire's allarm hath preserv'd Us all Thrice happy Fire of Providence whose Good Was Bon-fire for the saving Royal Blood Heav'n forc'd their Safety drove them from that place That they might live to see a longer Race What desperate despairing damned Crew Would Fell the Royal Oaks plant cursed â—ew Did Shaftsbury descend into the Pit And Pluto's President of War doth fit Are Sheriffs Juries and his perjur'd Slaves All silent Now as they were in their Graves No Thou retain'st thy Counsel at the Bar And Good-enough to make a Civil War Tho thou canst not return hast none to send Murder and Treason thou hast left thy Friend Thy Breath O British Scylla still remains Whose Poyson stagnates your ill Livers Veins Thou damn'd Achitophel counseledst a Vote If the KING dy'd to cut the Tapisis Throat Nay if a House by accident was fir'd From Them must Reparation be requir'd Imposture Hypocrites invent a â—lot Deceive the Mobilâ—e and League the Scot Then Loyal Innocents they guilty bring Reserve the Honour yet to Kill the KING The Comets blaze and the Portents you know Did signifie the Nations Overthrow And You the Ministers of Fate must be The Hang-men-Murderers of ROYALTY No Paracides though you pervert the sence Heaven is not pleas'd till you are hang'd from hence The Stars discover your dark Plots below Your Malice would make Heav'n Guilty too Just like old Satan when he did Rebel He once was good You never mend in Hell Since none but You could ever claim a Right By horrid Murder to Eternal Night Had you succeeded Oh what Seas of Blood Had drown'd the World and made a second Flood The Horrible Events no Man can think Blood-thirsty men with drinking thirst for drink Nothing but Death can quench their Furious Zeal No Plot nor Parliament his Acts repeal Those Lies confirm'd by Oaths and Impudence Were once believ'd by Men of soundest sence This the deciding Plot 'twixt Heav'n and Hell Though you repent not shall confess you fell Lucifer-like
Flame Which Millions now do seek in vain Eternal Penance now 's thy Fate For having wept and sigh'd too late That short remorse that thou didst flie Is chang'd into Eternity Neglected Mercy hath no room When Justice once has fixt his Doom Prevent them timely by thy Care That endless Penance of Despair Then weep betimes your Tears here may Turn Night into Eternal Day It 's only they have power to move And turn God's Blessing into Love If by the Virtue of his Grace Thou shewest them a proper place Which grant we may for Christ's sake Majesty in Misery Or an Imploration to the KING of Kings Written by His late Majesty King CHARLES the First in his durance at Carisbroke Castle 1648. GReat Monarch of the World from whose Arm springs The Potency and Power of Kings Record the Royal Woe My Sufferings And teach my Tongue that ever did confine Its Faculties in Truth 's Seraphick Line To track the Treasons of Thy Foes and Mine Nature and Law by Thy Divine Decree The only Work of Righteous Loyalty With this dim Diadem invested Me. With it the sacred Scepter purple Robe Thy holy Unction and the Royal Globe Yet I am levell'd with the Life of Job The fiercest Furies that do daily tread Vpon My Grief My Gray Discrowned Head Are those that owe My Bounty for their Bread They raise a War and Christen It the CAUSE Whilst Sacrilegious Persons have Applause Plunder and Murther are the Kingdom 's Laws Tyranny bears the Title of Taxation Revenge and Robery are Reformation Oppression gains the name of Sequestration My Loyal Subject who in this bad Season Attended me by the Law of God and Reason They dare Impeach and punish for High-Treason Next at the Clergy do their Furies frown Pious Episcopacy must go down They will destroy the Crozier and the Crown Church-men are chain'd and Schismaticks are freed Mechanicks preach and Holy Fathers bleed The Crown is crucified with the Creed The Church of England does all Faction foster The Pulpit is usurpt by each Imposter Ex tempore excludes the Pater Noster The Presbyter and Independent's Seed Springs from broad blades to make Religion bleed Herod and Pontius Pilate are agreed The Corner Stone 's misplac'd by every Pavier With such a bloody Method and Behaviour Their Ancestors did crucifie our Saviour My Royal Consort from whose Fruitful Womb So many Princes legally have come Is forc'd in Pilgrimage to seek a Tomb. Great Britain's Heir is forced into France Whilst on his Father's Head his Foes advance Poor Child He weeps out his Inheritance With My own Power My Majesty they wound In the King's Name the King Himself 's uncrownd So doth the Dust destroy the Diamond With Propositions daily they inchant My Peoples Ears such as due Reason daunt And the Almighty will not let Me grant They promise to erect My Royal Stem To make Me Great â— ' advance my Diadem If I will first fall down and Worship Them But for Refusal they devour My Thrones Distress My Children and destroy My Bones I fear they 'll force Me to make Bread of Stones My Life they prize at such a slender Rate That in My Absence they draw Bills of Hate To prove the KING a Traitor to the State Felons attain more Priviledge than I They are allow'd to Answer e'er they dye 'T is Death to Me to ask the Reason why But Sacred Saviour with Thy Words I woo Thee to forgive and not be bitter to Such as Thou know'st do not know what they do For since they from the LORD are so disjoynted As to contemn the Edict He appointed How can they prize the Power of his Anointed Augment My Patience nullifie My Hate Preserve My Issue and inspire My Mate Yet though We perish bless this Church and State Vota dabunt quae Bella negarunt Interrogatories Or a Dialogue between WHIG and TORY Whig WHat is term'd Popery Tory. To Depose a King W. What 's true Presbytery T. To Act the Thing W. What 's our best way to thorough Reformation T. By Lies and Fables to embroil the Nation W. Of Sin what 's greatest T. Perjury W. What then of Perjuries the worst T. By Hired Men. W. What Hired Perjury doth God most abhorr T. That which Religion feigns pretences for W. When doth this Crime portend a Kingdom 's â—all T. When countenanc'd 't is Epidemical W. What follows from degrading a Successor T. A Right of next Dethroning a Possessor W. When shall free Subjects be no more opprest T. When once they know what 't is they'd have redrest W. When shall sweet Concord our lost Peace repair T. When Covenant agrees with Common Prayer W. When shall the Brethren cease to groan T. When Eighty Two returns to Forty One W. Of all Mankind what 's the most Injur'd thing T. T is a French Subject or God save King On the Relief of Vienna a Hymn for the True-Protestants REnown'd be Christian Arm The Turkish Whigs be damn'd And lousie Holwel in their Head Who our blue Saints has shamm'd II. These are your precious Rogues Rather than not Rebel Against their Lawful Prince and God They 'l joyn the Devil of Hell III. These are your True-blue-men Who Persecution cry When They with Julian their old Friend The Christian God defie IV. But he has found an Arm To do the Royal Work And vindicate Himself against True-Protestant and Turk V. 'T was a true Christian Prince That made him know His pleasure And taught the Villains what is due Both to their GOD and CESAR VI. God bless our good King CHARLES And JAMES His own dear Brother And may they both live long live long To Sucour one another VII God bless the King of Poland too And every Christian KING The Name is sacred Hang the Dogs Who do not love the Thing A Narrative of the Popish Plot shewing the cunning Contrivance thereof The Contents of the First Part. How Sir Godfrey is kill'd his Body they hide Which brought out in Chair a Horseback does ride How Jesuits disguis'd our Houses do fire How subtly they Plot the King's death conspire Of divers great Lords drawn in to their Bane An Irish Army and Pilgrims from Spain I. GOod People I pray give ear unto me A Story so strange you have never been told How the Jesuit Devil and Pope did agree Our State to destroy and Religion so old To murder our King A most horrible thing But first of Sir Godfrey of his Death I must sing For how e'er they disguis'd we plainly can see Who murder'd that Knight no good Christian cou'd be The truth of my story if any man doubt W'have witnesses ready to swear it all out II. At Somerset-house there is plain to be seen A Gate which will lead you into the back-Court This place for the Murder most fitting did seem For thither much People be freely resort His Body they toss'd From Pillar to Post And shifted so often t 'had like t'
since Has wash'd away his Faults in Humble penitence And by a true Confession Of others Treason and his own With his most Gracious Prince may for the last Atone I wave the former since he justly dy'd And by his Death has satisfy'd But he has to himself been more unkind And his own Libel left behind Next Sydney comes a Name In brave Sir Philip known to Fame For Perfect Wit and Loyalty Though now by Algernoon mark'd with so black a Dye As does almost Eclipse the Fame of his Great Ancestry Hambden the last the worthy Son Of him well known in Forty One Grand Patron of the Canting Tribe How shall I thee Describe None can draw thee according to thy due But he that has the knack to Hang and Quarter too VI. These and a num'rous Train of many more Their dark Designs did secretly contrive Till Keeling who did long Connive To sound their depth and number all their store Broke forth shone like Gold a midst the Ore Against his Conscience nothing cou'd prevail Not Life and Int'rest in the other Scale All other by-concerns he laid aside And fix'd his mind with Noble Pride Upon a Name so Good and Great As sole Preserver of the Church and State What Thanks for such Obligement shall we bring Our Fortune and our Lives we owe For what you did on us bestow What then for our Religion and our King Take first our Hearts while we can only Pray God and his great Vice-gerent will repay VII And now the Horrid Plot appears Writ in the blackest Characters And ev'ry Page some Bloody Title bears Seditions Treasons Massacres What in a King so Good what cou'd they see To Arm that numerous Conspiracy Against so mild a Majesty Which like the Sun its beams does wear Not to Consume but Warm and Cheer Blest Prince and canst Thou still Dispence To this unthankful Land thy Gracious Influence Still canst Thou shed thy Favours upon those That are the near Relations of thy Foes Brave Capel and Southampton on this Hand Essex and Russel on the other stand He turn'd from these and fix'd his Princely view Upon the Nobler Object of the two And as he look'd on all their Friends his willing Favours threw Let Russel's Wife said he unpitty'd go But shall Southamptons Daughter fall so low Essex his Son shou'd want 't is true But what shall then Brave Capel's Grand-son do In his Indulgent Memory So long great Virtues live so soon Offences dye VIII Yet him thus justly fam'd for mildness of His Reign The Bloody Faction dooms to dye And to Enhance their Cruelty Wou'd in his Royal Brother Murder him again His Royal Brother who had always bin A Partner of the Troubles He was in Of all his dangers bore a share And still with him Joynt-Sufferer Ev'n him their Hellish rage Assails The Hercules that when our Atlas fails Must with his Shoulders prop the sinking state And beat unmov'd the mighty weight With them the Loyal all the Good and Great Must meet an unrelenting Fate For those by strong Antipathy they hate IX Nor can the Church escape this Cursed Band What once was to the worst a Sanctuary Can to its self no refuge be That with the State does always fall or stand And may both stand till Time it self has end And still each other mutually defend For whilst with open Force or secret Hate The two extreams assault the State The English Church keeps on her steady pace Fix'd in the middle Virtues place Nor e're Rebell'd against the Throne Under whose Gracious shade 't was planted and has grown But as the Ivy with whose Verdant Boughs Her Learned Sons may justly wreath their Bows Does round the Elm its loving Branches twine And when the Axe its kind support assails That also feels the Stroke and with it fails So while the Church and State their strict Embraces joyn The same rude Blow that over-turns the Crown Strikes its lov'd Partner too hews her down X. Ah! wretched England how art Thou The Worlds late Envy made its Laughter now Is' t not enough that Forreign Foes Disturb thy quiet and thy Peace oppose But must thy Children like young Vipers tear The womb which did them bear Hast thou so few abroad that Thou must be Thy own most dreadful Enemy At length Unhappy Land thy Errours view And give to Caesar and to God their due Leave Factious Arts nor let so stale a Cheat Twice in one Age impose upon the State Murmur no more when you shou'd Thanks repay And value Mercies least they fly away For they who spurn at God deserve to suffer worse And Blessings when abus'd oft turn into a Curse A Pindarique Ode upon His Majesties Review of His Forces at Putney-Heath I. THou more than happy Plain Thus honour'd with this Glorious Train The Awful Monarch of Blest Albion's Isle With all His Martial Pomp around Thus Circled and thus more than Crown'd A Sight would make even wither'd Autumn And the proud Thames in passing by smile Th' August Solemnity With a slow Ebb his Rowling waves convey Down to their Mother SEA To pay their Humbler Homage to th' Ador'd Great Charles the Sea Dread Sovereign Lord. Imperial CAESAR here Does no Associating Senates fear These Loyal Walls of Steel untainted stand Whilst faithless Capitols with Royal Gore Schism Sacriledge and Treason blotted o're Eternal Shame and Deathless Infamy shall brand No more are our Battalions led By an ungrateful Brutus in their Head Th' avenging Deity from that high Sphere Has thrown the falling Lucifer And the Great Heir of that Immortal Man Monk who our Sun 's bright Phosphor first began To mend the broken Wheels and set the vast Machine Of Monarchy a moving once again Now wields the Royal Sword To Guard that Majesty's Renown'd Sire restor'd II. Let the Old Roman Triumphs boast no more Their Costly Pomp of Yore What were their Golden Chariots What Those Shining Scenes of State Or'e Vassals Heads They only Rode O're Prostrate Hearts we 'll Mount our Driving GOD. Whilst Heccatombs of offer'd Souls shall come With one Rich Incense One Persume Till Towring to the Sky The Universal Great Oblation fly The Roman Eagles all Out-soar'd Outvy'd Their Pageants all their gilded Pride A Trajan Column or Egyptian Pyramide Poor Piles of Earth and Monuments of Clay Far far beneath the Rites we Pay When our united Shouts Vows Prayers all Circling round his Head Their more then Coronation Drops shall Shed Whilst the Victorious Charles shall March Under that Brightest Greatest most Divine Triumphal Arch. III. And Sacred Charles to Crown this Glorious Day Loud let Thy Canons roar so Bright thy Bannors play And hold thy Glittering Brandish't Sword so High Till Treasons Awed and Silenced lye Till Bursting Envy dye Till the Dread Sight alone Has that intire and Bloodless Conquest won Shall make the Hissing Tongues of Murmur All husht into a Calm and Dazled into Peace Thus Conquering thy Halcyon Reign