Preface too Which seems to shew they would not thus intrude Nor presse so far but for the Publick good But as some London Beggers use to stand In Grecians Coats with Papers in their hand Who are as them indifferent Parts we meet English at Home but solemn Greeks i th' street Of whom uncloath'd and when the truth is heard Constantinople only knows the Beard So this sly Masker lay its Tinsell by Is only Painted Zeal and Pageantry We need not let our Satyr here compute How it prophanes God in his Attribute But for itâ—s Light it need no Bâ—shell call A Sempstresse Thimble will Eclypse it all O! in what meeknesse it pretends to creep How well the Tyger personates the Sheep It not Returns ill Language to the King Though the next Lines the Psalms against Him bring Then it to th' Business comes and lets us know Who reads it either is its Friend or Foe If Friend the Scandals all must true appear If Foe alack the man is ne're the near Foe no Light moves no Miracles like these Hee 'le say they 're not the Kings too if he please And tell us pray what may'nt your last words stand You counterfeit his Seal why not his Hand But to admit We now deduce and bring What after-notes clearly imply o th' King First They His Comfort from His Secrets wrest They doe allow the King but not the Breast The Sacred Knot must have a Tye and Force To joyne their Hands but yet their Thoughts Divorce And as the Ivye weddes her Consort-Tree Though joyn'd and close their chast Embraces be Yet in those Twinnes and Circuits we can find No Traffique no Commerce of mind with mind So must the Sacred Laws of Marriage pierce Here she may Sprout and Grow but not Converse And like a Plant remov'd by Grafters toyle She finds not Nuptials but a change of Soyle England to th' Queen transplanted thus must prove No Forraigne Kingdomâ— but a Forraigne Grove But least this groundlesse seem they reasons vex And tell the World Shee 's of the Weaker Sex In what wilde Braines this Madnesse first began They 're wondrous angry ' cause the Queen 's no Man Fond Sirs forbear do not the world perplex Reason and Judgement are not things of Sex Souls and their Faculties were never heard To be confin'd to th' Doublet and the Beard Consult one Age from this and you shall find A Queen the Glory of your Annals shin'd But who to farre and distant Objects flies Must say the Sun wants Lustre or he Eyes Our Present injur'd Queen returns that store And doth again what could be done before By the King's Judgement shews Her own is Right And still she meets His Ray with her own Light Thus the wise King to Shebah's Queen was known Who knew Him wise by Wisedom of her own But as all Publick Knowledge barr'd must be So Houshold-Acts must have their Mysterie No Circumstance can passe no Servant made But must be wrapt in silence and close shade One Place in Court a Riddle must afford Worthy a secret Sybiâ—s dark Record As the Kings Acts must all their limits prove So their Restraint and Reins must check his Love Esteems of 's Consort by their pitch must fly Nor must He rate his Dear Queens Health too high He must affect thus far and then no more His Tydes must be proportion'd to their shore His Tenderness their Weights and Ballancâ— weare By Graines and Scruples they Confine His Care But Savage know there can no ransome be Poys'd with the Health of such a Queen as She. She that at once such weighty Acts can do That can be Queen and yet negotiate too Send and be sent and without more demurre Be both the Queen and her Embassadour That gives dispatch for Ships and when she please Divides the Empire with the Queen o' th Seas Who dares the threats of any danger stand The stubborn Rock or the Devouring Sand. And though the Sea swell like Her fate and Grave Look at Her Consort and despise the Wave The Captive Queen did thus the Tyrant tell I am no Captive so my King be well By these her worth and rate is faintly known Past stories blush when she erects Her own Search old gray Annals you may find at length Some Queen in Vigour and her mid-day strength Who in her injured Consorts cause referres To Copies glancing at these Acts of Hers. But if Infirm and Sickly Queens we scanne No story patterns her None ever can Shew us a Queen fraught with such wide Affairs Here private Weaknesse there a Kingdom 's cares Perplext and tortur'd from her rest and ease By a Rebellion here there a Disease Advice and Medcines at one time we view A Counsel-board Board of Physicians too Yet her Capacious Soul both these defeats While this hand holds Instructions that Receipts These are our fam'd Queens Crimes but yet one more Must be the main Ingredient of the store Which seems to presse so deep there 's nought so bright But this may sully all its lustre quite 'T is her Religions Care She tryes Her Pow'rs To keep that still do not we so for Ours Why to one Face so diff'rent shapes have bin What Virtue is in Vs in Her is Sin Our diff'rent Faiths did long together grow And neither suffer'd neither losse did know And like a stream which 'twixt two fields doth flow Which as it Moistens so Divides them too So did the Kingdoms Law throw Dew and growth In Weight and just proportion unto both And like a parting Current slide along To keep them wide that neither neither Wrong Our Faiths were then but Two but since a sp'rit So many Mushrome Sects rais'd in a Night The Protestant as she could Parties gain Who unconcern'd were in the Dregs and staine Did recommend her Votaries and bring Her Faith to its Defender our Just King Who with such Zeal hath kept her Rites entire As well from Languishing as from strange Fire That still the Censer savours its true scent Without Accession yet no Perfume spent The happy Martyrs find their Faith had stood In Him as when they bath'd it in their blood They joy to see that He his God adores Not at High-places nor at Threshing-floores But spight of Scandals pays his Homage still In the Just Beauty of the Sion-Hill The Other Sects though as in Common-fields Which Swine and Horses Mules and Oxen yields Who though at Distance fed Approaching clash And disproportion'd shapes together dash So they though one Rebellion them sustain Themselves Accuse and are Accus'd again Could they comply then possibly might dwell Some faint Agreement though no Peace in Hell Now these nice tasts no Forraign aids indure Their Rebell Scots are English Rebells sure No nor the Papists much it with them sticks Lest these Mens Punniards should be Hereticks Their souls would be prophan'd and clean undun Should they be slain by an Idolatrous Gun Go lay your Vizar by your Masking
Court ' cause time is short Does rage like Devils from Hell Let 's mark the fate and course of State Who rises when t'other is sinking And beleive when this is past 'T will be our turn at last To bring the Good Old Cause by drinking First red nos'd Nol he swallowed all His colour shew'd he lov'd it But Dick his Son as he were none Gav 't off and hath reprov'd it But that his foes made bridge of 's nose And cry'd him down for a Protector Proving him to be a fool that would undertake to rule And not drink and fight like Hector The Grecian Lad he drank like mad Minding no work above it And Sans question kill'd Ephestion Because he 'd not approve it He got command where God had land And like a Maudlin Yonker When he tippled all and wept he laid him down to sleep Having no more Worlds to conquer Rump-Parliament would needs invent An Oath of Abjuration But Obedience and Allegiance are now come into fashion Then here 's a boul with a heart and soul To Charles and let all men say Amen to 't Though they brought the Father down From a triple Kingdom Crown Wee 'l drink the Son up agen to 't The Protecting Brewer A Brewer may be a Burgess grave And carry the matter so fine and so brave That he the better may play the Knave Which no body can deny A Brewer may be a Parliament-man For there the Knavery first began And brew most cunning Plots he can Which no body c. A Brewer may put on a Nabal face And march to the Wars with such a grace That he may get a Captains place Which no body c. A Brewer may speak so wonderous well That he may raise strange things to tell And so to be made a Collonel Which no body c. A Brewer may make his foes to flee And raise his Fortunes so that he Lieutenant-General may be Which no body c. A Brewer he may be all in all And raise his Powers both great and small That he may be a Lord General Which no body c. A Brewer may be like a Fox in a Cub And teach a Lecture out of a Tub And give the wicked world a rub Which no body c. A Brewer by 's Excize and Rate Will promise his Army he knows what And set it upon the Colledge-gate Which no body c. Methinks I hear one say to me Pray why may not a Brewer be Lord-Chancellor o' th' University Which no body c. A Brewer may be as bold as Hector When as he has drunk off his cup of Nectar And a Brewer may be a Lord Protector Which no body c. Now here remans the strangest thing How this Brewer about his Liquor did bring To be an Emperour or a King Which no body c. A Brewer may do what he will And rob the Church and State to sell His soul unto the devil of hell Which no body can deny The Power of the Sword LAY by your Pleading Law lyes a bleeding Burn all your Studies down and throw away your Reading Small power the Word has and can afford us Not half so many Priviledges as the Sword has It fosters your Masters it plasters Disasters And makes your Servants quickly greater than their Masters It venters it enters it circles it centers And makes a Prentice free in spight of his Indentures This takes off tall things and sets up small things This masters Money though Money masters all things 'T is not in season to talk of Reason Or call it Legal when the Sword will have it Treason It conquers the Crown too the Furres and the Gown too This set up a Presbyter and this pull'd him down too This subtil Deceiver turn'd Bonnet to Beaver Down drops a Bishop and up starts a Weaver This fits a Lay-man to preach and pray man 'T is this can make a Lord of him that was a Dray-man Forth from the dull pit of Follies full pit This brought an Hebrew Iron-monger to the Pulpit Such pittifull things be more happier than Kings be This got the Herauldry of Thimblebee and Slingsbee No Gospel can guide it no Law can decide it In Church or State untill the Sword hath sanctify'd it Down goes the Law-tricks for from that Matrix Sprung holy Hewson's power and tumbled down St. Patricks The Sword prevails so highly in Wales too Shinkin ap Powel cryes and swears Cuts-plutteranails too In Scotland this Waster did make such disaster They sent their Money back for which they sold their Master It batter'd so their Dunkirke and did so the Don firke That he is fled and swears the Devil is in Dunkirke He that can tower o'er him that is lower Would be but thought a Fool to put away his Power Take Books and rent 'um who would invent 'um When as the Sword replyes Negatur argumentum Your grand Colledge Butlers must stoop to your Sutlers There 's not a Library living like the Cutlers The bloud that is spilt Sir hath gain'd all the gilt Sir Thus have you seen me run the Sword up to the hilt Sir Cromwell's Coronation OLiver Oliver take up thy Crown For now thou hast made three Kingdoms thine own Call thee a Conclave of thy own creation To ride us to ruine who dare thee oppose Whilst we thy good people are at thy Devotion To fall down and worship thy terrible Nose To thee and thy Mermydons Oliver we Do tender our homage as fits thy degree We 'll pay the Excise and Taxes God blesse us With fear and contrition as penitents should Whilst you great Sir vouchsafe to oppresse us Not daring so much as in private to soold We bow down as cow'd down to thee and thy Sword For now thou hast made thy self Englands sole Lord By Mandate of Scripture and Heavenly warrant The Oath of Allegiance and Covenant too To Charles and his Kingdoms thou art Heir apparent And born to rule over the Turk and the Jew Then Oliver Oliver get up and ride Whilst Lords Knights and Gentry do run by thy side The Maulsters and Brewers account it their glory Great God of the Grain-tub's compared to thee All Rebells of old are lost in their story Till thou plod'st along to the Padington-tree The BREWER To the Tune of the Black-smith THere many a Clinching Verse is made In honour of the Black-smiths trade But more of the Brewer may be said Which no body can deny I need not much of this repeat The Black-smith cannot be compleat Unlesse the Brewer do give him a heat Which no body can deny When Smug unto the forge doth come Unlesse the Brewâ—r doth liquor him home He 'll never strike thy pot and my pot Tom. Which no body can deny Of all professions in the town The Brewers trade hath gain'd renown His liquor reacheth up to the Crown Which no body can deny Many new Lords from him there did spring Of all the trades he still was
and leave us none but us There 's President for this this was the feat That pluckt the Bishops from the Barons seat This wrought good Orders manag'd many a Vote This Art must my Disciples learn by Rote But if the Accommodation chance to spring Into debate then your Artillery bring And lay that flat that cold my Genius starts With fear to find i th' House two Loyal hearts Seem though we must teeth outwards to comply And humbly kisse the feet of Majesty Yet live we cannot but obedience dead Nor stand elsewhere but on the Kingdoms head Calmes proper are for guiltlesse sons of Peace Our Vessels bear out best in storming Seas Charles must not reign secure whilst reigns a Pym The Sun if it rise with us must set with him You have one pleasure which must be exprest To Leicester Pembroke St and your rest Bid Essex Percy and your Quondam Grom O' th stool to wait us in the Princes Room Some of you subtilly may in Cottons walk Sit and allure Affection by your talk 'T will be a work worthy your nimble wit To gain the Devil and us a Proselyte So to your businesse yet ere you be gone Take my advice then blessing light upon Your nimble Votes and first be sure you shroud Your dark designs in a Religious Cloud Gods Glory Churches Good Kings head Supreme A Preaching Minister must be your Tâ—eame Next structure of your Babel to be built Must speciously be varnisht o're and gilt With Liberty Propriety of lives And fortunes ' gainst th' high stretcht Prerogatives And then a Speech or two most neatly spent For Rights and Privilege of Parliament These two well mixt you 're need no other lures To gain the People and to make them yours If Charles displeased with some witty tart Message and justly too shall make you start Saying ye have put him to his Guard be sure Ye then be loud enough and first cry Whore War rais'd against the Parliament a great Hinderance of the Irish Ayde and strong Abet Unto the Rebels then if any thing You have may blast the Honour of the King Be it had enough no matter from what hand Wee 'l Vote it true and then to believe command But on your memories if I impose no more You cannot misse your way when I 'me before Rise Synna Sylla Marius Gracchus Ghost With the rest of the whole Mechanick Host Romes greatest Earth-quakes and this little trunck Make with your desperate Spirits deeply drunk Up from your drousie urnes the Ghost of those My Ancestors that Richard did depose Drop fresh into my breast my soul inspire And strongly actuate me with your fire That theirs thus mixt with my Malitious Gall Mine may with theirs fully possesse you all Go and exceed their Villanies as much more As theirs did all attempts that was before Act past example that it may be known You copied no example but your own And if in after times when silently We sleep another siâ—ebrand chance to be 'T will be chief Crown and Glory unto him To say he playd his Prancks like you and Pym. Upon Mr. Pyms Picture REader behold the Counterfeit of him Who now controuls the Land Almighty Pym A man whom even the Devil to fear begins And dares not trust him with succesless sins A man who now is wading through the Floud Of Reverend Lauds and Noble Straffords Bloud To strike so high as to put Bishops down And in the Miter to controul the Crown The Wretch hath mighty thoughts and entertains Some Glorious Mischief in his Active Brains Where now he 's plotting to make England such As may out-vye the villany of the Dutch He dares not go to Heaven ' cause he doth fear To meet and not pull down the Bishops there Is it not strange that in that Shuttle-head Three Kingdoms ruines should be buried Is it not strange there should be hatch't a Plot Which should out-doe the Treason of the Scot And even the Malice of a Puritan Reader behold and hate the poysonous man The Picture 's like him yet 't is very fit He adde one likeness more that 's hang like it A Song To the Tune of Blue Cappe for me LEt Scots now return at Lesleys demand How all the Affairs in the North-part do stand And tell him the Parliament is fully agreed To send him good store of Mony with speed To serve their occasions thus say they shall find For to come to passe when the Devil is blind Let all their Brethren be new circumcis'd And Burton and for Saints canonis'd And at the Sacrament sit for their ease And pray unto God even just when they please The Scots in despite shall please their own mind And do what they please when the Devil is blind Next they will have in each City and Town All painted Glasse-windows to be pull'd down One Bell in a Church to call them away It 's enough when the Spirit doth move them to pray Without any Surplice or Tippet behind The Priest shall say Service when the Devil is blind Lastly the Parliament in any case Will down with all Organs for Piping is base No cringing below the Altar shall be For that is a Trick of Idolatry Now tell me good Scots are not English-men kind But when this comes to passe say the Devil is blind Mr. Hampdens Speech against Peace at the close Committee To the Tune of I went from England BUt will you now to Peace incline And languish in the Main design And leave us in the lurch I would not Monarchy destroy But only as the way to enjoy The ruine of the Church Is not the Bishops Bill deny'd And we still threatned to be try'd You see the King embraces Those Councellours he approv'd before Nor doth he promise which is more That we shall have their Places Did I for this bring in the Scot For 't is no Secret new the Plot Was Sayes and mine together Did I for this return again And spend a Winter there in vain I went more to invite them hither Though more our Mony than our Cause Their Brotherly assistance draws My labour was not lost At my Return I brought you thence Necessity their strong Pretence And these shall quit the Cost Did I for this my County bring To help their Knight against their King And raise the first Sedition Though I the Business did decline Yet I contriv'd the whole Design And sent them their Petition So many nights spent in the City In that invisible Committee The Wheele that governs all From thence the Change in Church and State And all the Mischiefs bear the date From Haberdashers Hall Did we force Ireland to despair Upon the King to cast the War To make the World abhor him Because the Rebells us'd his Name Though we our selves can do the same While both alike were for him Then the same Fire we kindled here With that was given to quench it there And wisely lost that Nation To do as crafty
by Sea as well as by Land The Forts will preserve them as long as they stay And the Ships carry them and their Plunder away They have therefore good reason to account War the better For the Law will prove to them but a killing Letter Tuesday A Post from his Excellence came blowing his Horn For Money to advance and this spun out the Morn And strait to the City some went for relief The rest made an Ordinance to carry Powder-Beef Thus up go the Roundheads and Essex advances But only to lead his Souldiers new dances To Reading he goes for at Oxford they say His Wife has made him Bull-works to keep him away Prince Rupert for fear that the Name be confounded Will saw off his Horns and make him a Round-head The news was returned with General fame That Reading was taken ere ever he came Then away Rode our Captains and Souldiers did run To shew themselves valiant when the Battail was done Preparing to plunder but as soon as they came They quickly perceived it was but a flam An Ordinance of Parliament Essex brought down But that would not serve him to batter the Town More Mony was rais'd more Men and Ammunition Carts loaded with Turnips and other Provision His Excellence had Chines and Rams-heads for a Present And his Councel of Warre had Woodcock and Pheasant But Ven had 5000. Calves-heads all in Carts To nourish his Men and to chear up their Hearts This made them so valiant that that very day They had taken the Town but for running away 'T was ordered this day that thanksgiving be made To the Roundheads in Sermons for their Beef and their Bread Wednesday Two Members this day at a Conference sate And one gives the other a knock on the Pate This set them a voting and the Upper House swore 'T was a breach of Priviledge he gave him no more The lower the breaking their Members head voted A breach of their Priviledge for it is to be noted That Reason and Priviledge in it did grow 'T was a breach of his Crown and Dignity too Then came in the Women with a long long Petition To settle Militia and damn the Commission For if fighting continue they say they did â—ear That Men would be scarce and Husbands be dear So plainly the Speaker the Businesse unties That presently all the Members did rise They had hardly the leisure all things to lay ope But some felt in their Bellies if they had not a Pope Some strictly stood to them and others did fear Each carried about them a fierce Cavalier This Businesse was handled by the close Committee That privately met at a Place in the City So closely to voting the Members did fall That the humble Sisters were overthrown all But they and their Helpers came short at the last Till at length the whole Work on Prince Griffith was cast And he with his troup did handle the matter He pleased every Woman as soon as he came at her The Businesse had like to have gone on her side Had not Pym perswaded them not to confide For rather than Peace to fill the Common-Wealth He said hee 'd do them every night himself Thursday This Day a great Fart in the House they did hear Which made all the Members make Buttons for fear And One makes nine Speeches while the Businesse was hot And spake through the Nose that he smelt out the Plot. He takes it to task and the Articles drawes As a breach of their own Fundamental-laws Now Letters were read which did fully relate A Victory against Newcastle of late That hundreds were slain and hundreds did run And all this was got ere the Battel begun This they resolv'd to make the best on And next they resolv'd upon the Question That Bonfires and Prayseâ— the Pulpit and Steeple Must all be suborned to couzen the People But the policy was more Mony to get For the Conquest 's dear bought and far enough set Such Victories in Ireland although it be known They strive to make that Land as bad as our Own No sooner the Mony for this was brought hither But a croud of true Letters came flocking together How Hotham and 's Army and others were beaten This made the blew Members to startle and threaten And these by all means must be kept from the City And only referred to the Privy Committee And they presently with an Ex tempore Vote Which they have used so long that they learned by rote They styl'd them Malignant and to Lyes they did turn them Then Corbet in stead of the Hangman must burn them And he after that an Ordinance draws That none should tell truth that disparag'd the Cause Then Pym like a Pegasus trots up and down And takes up an Angel to throw down a Crown He stand like a Creature and makes a long Speech That came from his mouth and part from his breech He moves for more Horse that the Army might be Part Mans flesh and Horse flesh as well as he And heel'l be a Colonel as well as another But durst not ride a Horse ' cause a Horse rid his Mother Friday Sir Hugh Cholmley for being no longer a Traytor Was acâ—us'd of Treason in the highest Nature ' Cause he as they bad him his Souldiers did bring To turn from Rebellion and fight for the King They voted him out but nor they nor their men Could vote him into the House agen Sir Davids Remonstrance next to them was read From the Cities Round-body and Isaac's the Head 'T was approv'd but one Cause produc'd a denyal That all Traytors be brought to a Legal tryal For 't is against Reason to vote or to do Against Traytors when They are no other but so Because about nothing so long they sit still They hold it convenient Diurnalls to fill And therefore they gave their Chronographer charge To stuff it with Orders and Letters at large The King by 's Prerogative nor by the Law Can speak nor print nothing his People to draw Yet Pennyles Pamphletters they do maintain Whose only Religion is Stipendary gain Yet Cum Privilegio against King and the State The Treason that 's taught them like Parrats they prate These Hackneys are licens't what ever they do As if they had Parliament priviledge too Thus then they consult so zealous they are To settle the peace of the Kingdom by War But against Civil-war their hatred is such To prevent it they 'le bring in the Scotch and the Dutch They had rather the Land be destroy'd in a minute Than abide any thing that has Loyalty in it And yet their Rebellion so neatly they trim They fight for the King but they mean for King Pym These all to fight for and maintain are sent The Laws of England but New-England is meant And though such disorders are broke in of late They keep it the Anagram still of a State For still they are plotting such riches to bring To make Charles a rich and
he much retires And shows himself no Scot. A SONG On the Schismatick ROTUNDOS ONce I a curious Eye did fix To observe the tricks Of the Schismaticks of the Times To find out which of them Was the merriest Theme And best would befit my Rimes Arminius I found solid Socinians were not stolid Much Learning for Papists did stickle But ah ah ha ha ha ha Rotundos rot ah ha ha ha ha ha Rotundos rot 'T is you that my spleen doth tickle And first to tell must not be forgot How I once did trot With a great Zealot to a Lecture Where I a Tub did view Hung with apron blew 'T was the Preachers as I conjecture His Use and his Doctrine too Were of no other hue Though he spake in a tone most mickle But ah ha ha ha c. He taught amongst other prety things That the Book of Kings Small benefit brings to the godly Beside he had some grudges At the Book of Judges And talkt of Leviticus odly Wisedome most of all He declares Apocryphal Beat Bell and the Dragon like Michael But ah ah ha ha ha ha c. ' Gainst Humane Learning next he envyes And almost boldly say's 'T is that which destroyes Inspiration Let superstitious sence And wit be banished hence With Popish Predomination Cut Bishops down in hast And Cathedrals as fast As Corn that 's fit for the sickle But ah ah ha ha ha ha Rotundos rot ah ha ha ha ha ha Rotundos rot 'T is you that my spleen doth tickle Cromwell's Panegyrick SShall Presbyterian Bells ring Cromwels praise While we stand still and do no Trophyes raise Unto his lasting name Then may we be Hung like the Bells for our dependencie Well may his Nose that is Dominicall Take pepper in 't to see no Pen at all Stir to applaud his merits who hath lent Such valour to erect a Monument Of lasting praise whose name shall never dye While England has a Church or Monarchy He whom the laurell'd Army home did bring Riding triumphant o're his conquer'd King He is the Generals Cypher now and when Hee 's joyn'd to him he makes that One a Ten. The Kingdoms Saint England no more shall stir To cry St. George but now St Oliver Hee 's the Realm Ensign and who goes to wring His Nose is forc'd to cry God save the King He that can rout an Army with his name And take a City ere he views the same His Souldiers may want bread but n'ere shall fear While hee 's their General the want of Beer No Wonder they wore Bayes his Brewing-fat Helicon-like make Poets Laureat When Brains in those Castalian liquors swim We sing no Heathenish Pean but a Hymne And that by th' Spirit too for who can chuse But sing Hosanna to this King of Jewes Tremble you Scotish Zealots you that han't Freed any Conscience from your Covenant That for those bal'd Appellatives of Cause Religion and the Fundamental Laws Have pull'd the old Episcopacy down And as the Miter so you 'le serve the Crown You that have made the Cap to th' Bonnet vaile And made the Head a Servant to the Taile And you curst spawne of Publicans that sit In every County as a plague to it That with your Yeomen Sequestrating Knaves Have made whole Counties beggerly and Slaves You Synod that have sate so long to know Whether we must believe in God or no You that have torn the Church and sate t' impaire The Ten Commandements the Creed the Prayer And made your honors pull down Heavens glory While you set up that Calfe your Directory We shall no wicked Jews-ear'd Elders want This Army 's built of Churches Militant These are new Tribes of Levi for they be Clergy yet of no Universitie Pull down your Crests for every bird shall gather From your usurping back a stollen feather Your great Lay Levite whose great Margent tires The patient Reader while he blots whole quires Nay reams with Treason and with Nonsence too To justifie what e're you say or do Whose circumcised ears are hardly grown Ripe for another Persecution He must to Scotland for another paire For he will lose these if he tarry here â—urges that Reverend Presbydean of Pauls Must with his Poundage leave his Cure of Souls And into Scotland trot that he may pick Out of that Kirk a nick-nam'd Bishoprick The Protean Hypocrites that will ne're burn Must here or else at Tyburn take a turn And Will. the Conqueror in a Scotish dance Must lead his running Army into France Or he and 's Juncto among those Crews In Holland build a Synagogue of Jewes And spread Rebellion Great Alexander Fears not a Pillory like this Commander And Bedlam John that at his Clerks so raves Using them not like servants but like slaves He that so freely rail'd against his Prince Call'd him dissembling sâ—btile Knave and since Has stil'd the whole Army Bankrupts said that none Of their Estates were equal to his own He that was by a strong Ambition led To set himself upon the Cities head But when he has restor'd his both-side fees Hee 'l be as poor or they as rich as hee 's And that still-gaping Tophet Goldsmiths Hall With all his Furies shall to ruine fall Wee 'l be no more gull'd by that Popish story But shall reach Heav'n without that Purgatory What Honour does he merit what Renown By whom all these Oppression are pull'd down And such a Government is like to be In Church and State as eye did never see Magicians hold hee 'l set up Common-prayer Looking in 's face they find the Rubrick there His Name shall never dye by fire nor floud But in Church-windows stand where Pictures stood And if his Soul lothing that house of clay Shall to another Kingdom march away Under some Barnes floor his bones shall lye Who Churches did and Monuments defie Where the rude Thrasher with much knocking on Shall wake him at the Resurrection And on his Grave since there must be no Stone Shall stand this Epitaph That he has none The Scotch War WHen first the Scottish War began The English man we did trapan with Pellit and Pike The bonny blythe and cunning Scot Had then a Plot which they did not well smell it 's like Although he could neither write nor read Yet our General Lashly cross'd the Tweed With his gay gangh of Blew-caps all And we marcht with our Generall We took New-castle in a trice But we thought it had been Paradice They did look all so bonny and gay Till we took all their Pillage away Then did we streight to plundering fall Of great and small for were all most valiant that day And Jinny in her Satten Gown the best in Town From Heel to Crown was gallant and gay Our silks and sweets made such a smother Next day we knew not one another For Jockie did never so shine And Jinny was never so fine A geud faith a gat a ged Beaver then But it 's beat