the same 1674 p. 106 〈◊〉 the Lord Mayor and Court of Aldermen presenting the late King and Duke of York each with a Copy of their Freedoms 1674 by the same p. 112 〈◊〉 Blood 's stealing the Crown by the same p 115 â—â—rther Instructions to a Painter 1670 by the same Ibid. â—ceana and Britannia a Dialogue by the same p. 117 〈◊〉 his Excellent Friend Mr. Andrew Marvell p. 122 〈◊〉 Epitaph on the Lord Fairfax by the Duke of Buckingham p. 123 〈◊〉 Essay upon tho Earl of Shaftsbury's Death p. 125 〈◊〉 Satyr in Answer to a Friend p. 128 〈◊〉 Character of the English in allusion to Tacitus de Vita Agric. p. 131 â—ollen with his Flock of Court Misses p. 132 â—â—r Tho. Armstrong's Ghost p. 135 â—he Royal Game or a Princely New Play found in a Dream 1672 p. 136 â—he Dream of the Cabal a Prophetick Satyr 1672 p. 137 â—n the three Dukes killing the Beadle on a Sunday Morning Feb. 26. 1670 p. 147 â—he History of Insipids a Lampoon 1676 by the Lord Roch r p 149 â—ochester's Farewell to the Court 1680 p. 154 Marvell's Ghost by Mr. Jo. Ayloffe p. 16â— The True Englishman 1686 p. 16â— On the young Statesmen by J D n 1680 p. 16â— Portsmouth's Looking-glass by the Lord Roch r p. 16â— The Impartial Trimmer 1682 p. 16â— Bajazet to Gloriana 1683 p. 16â— On King Charles by the Earl of Rochester for which we he was banish'd the Court and turn'd Mountebank p. 17â— Cato's Answer to Libanius when he advised him to go and consult thâ— Oracle of Jupiter Hamon translated out of the Ninth Book of Lucan p. 17â— The Lord Lucas's Ghost 1687 p. 17â— An Epitaph on Algernoon Sidney p. 17â— The Brazen Head p. 17â— The Answer to it Ibiâ— Upon the Execrable Murther of the Right Honourable Arthur Earl 〈◊〉 Essex p. 17â— An Essay upon Satyr by J. D n Esq p. 179 Upon an undeserving and ungratefull Mistress whom he could not helâ— loving p. 186 The Town Life p. 19â— A Satyr on the Modern Translators 1684 p. 19â— The Parliament-House to be Lett 1678 p. 19â— Advice to Apollo 1678 Ibid The Duel of the Crabs by the Lord B st occasion'd by Sir R. Hâ— his Duel of the Stags p 20â— Instructions to his Mistress how to behave her self at Supper with heâ— Husband 1682 p. 20â— The Sessions of the Poets to the Tune of Cook Lawrel p. 20â— Desire a Pindarick p. 21â— On the Prince's going to England with an Army to restrore the Government 1688 p. 21â— On his Royal Highness's Voyage beyond Sea March 3d. 1678 p. 21â— The Rabble 1680 p. 21â— A New Song of the Times 1683 p. 21â— The Battle-Royal A Dream 1687 p. 22â— An Epitaph upon Felron who was hang'd in Chains for Murdering thâ— Old Duke of Buckingham Written by the late Duke of Buckingham p. 24â— An Answer to Mr Waller's Poem on Oliver's Death called the Storm Written by Sir W G p. 24â— Clarindon's House-Warming Printed formerly with the Directions to 〈◊〉 Painter Writ by an unknown Hand p. 24â— Royal Resolutions By A. Marvell Esq p. 25â— On the Lord Chancellour H e's Disgrace and Banishment by King Charles II. p. 25â— The Parallel 1682. p. 254 The perfect Enjoyment by the Earl of Rochester p. 25â— A Satyr against Marriage by the same p. 25â— ADDENDA In Opposition to Mr. Dryden's Essay on Satyr 1689. p. 16â— POEMS ON State Affairs A Panegyrick on O. Cromwell and his Victories By E. Waller Esq. WHile with a strong and yet a gentle Hand You bridle Faction and our Hearts command Protect us from our selves and from the Foe Make us unite and make us Conquer too Let partial Spirits still aloud complain Think themselves injur'd that they cannot Reign And own no liberty but where they may Without controul upon their Fellows prey Above the Waves as Neptune shew'd his Face To chide the Winds and save the Trojan Race So has your Highness rais'd above the rest Storms of ambition tossing us represt Your drooping Country torn with Civil hate Restor'd by you is made a glorious State The Seat of Empire where the Irish come And the unwilling Scot to fetch their doom The Sea 's our own and now all Nations greet With bending Sails each Vessel in our Fleet. Your pow'r resounds as far as Wind can blow Or swelling Sails upon the Globe may go Heaven that has plac'd this Island to give Law To balance Europe and her State to awe In this Conjunction does our Britain smile The greatest Leader to the greatest Isle Whether this Portion of the World were rent By the wide Ocean from the Continent Or thus created it was sure design'd To be the sacred Refuge of Mankind Hither the opprest shall henceforth resort Justice to crave and succour of your Court And shew your Highness not for ours alone But for the World's Protector shall be known Fame swifter than your winged Navy flies Through every Land that near the Ocean lies Sounding your Name and telling dreadfull News To all that Piracy and Rapine use With such a Chief the meanest Nation blest Might hope to lift her head above the rest What may be thought impossible to do For us embraced by the Sea and you Lords of the World 's great wast the Ocean we Whole Forests send to reign upon the Sea And every Coast may trouble and relieve But none can visit us without your leave Angels and we know this Prerogative That none can at our happy State arrive While we descend at pleasure to invade The bad with Vengeance or the good to aid Our little World the Image of the great Like that amidst the boundless Ocean set Of her own growth has all that Nature craves And all that 's Rare as Tribute from the Waves As Egypt does not on the Clouds rely But to the Nile owes more that to the Sky So what our Heaven or what our Earth denies Our ever constant Friend the Sea supplies The tast of hot Arabia's Spice we know Free from the scorching Sun that makes it grow Without the Worm in Persian Silks we shine And without Planting Drink of every Vine To dig for Wealth we weary not our Limbs Gold though the heaviest Metal hither swims Ours is the Harvest where the Indians mow We plough the Deep and reap what others sow Things of the noblest kind our own Soil breeds Stout are our Men and Warlike are our Steeds Rome though her Eagle through the World had flown Could never make this Island all her own Here the Third Edward and the Black Prince too France-conquering Henry flourish'd and now You. For whom we staid as did the Grecian State Till Alexander came to urge their Fate When for more worlds that Macedonian cry'd He wist not Thetis in her lap did hide Another yet a world reserv'd for you To make more great than that he did subdue He safely might old Troops to Battle lead Against th'unwarlike Persian or the Mede Whose
ever Reign'd like old Bess in the Ruff. Her VValsingham could dark Counsels unriddle And our Sir J pk write New-Books and Fiddle VV. Truth Brother well said but that 's somewhat bitter His perfum'd Predecessor was never more fitter Yet we have one Secretary Honest and Wise For that very Reason he 's never to rise But can'st thou devise when things will be mended C. When the Reign of the Line of the S t s are ended Conclusion If Speeches from Animals in Romes first Age â—rodigious Events did surely presage That should come to pass all Mankind may swear That which two Inanimate Horses declare But I should have told you before the Jades parted â—oth gallop'd to Whitehall and there humbly farted Which Tyranny's downfal portended much more Than all that the Beasts had spoken before If the Delphick Sybil's Oracular Speeches As learned Men say came out of their Breeches Why might not our Horses since Words are but Wind Have the Spirit of Prophecy likewise behind Tho' Tyrants make Laws which they strictly proclaim To conceal their own Faults and cover their own Shame Yet the Beasts in the Field and the Stones in the Wall Will publish their Faults and prophesy their Fall When they take from the People the Freedom of words They teach them the sooner to fall to their Swords Let the City drink Coffee and quietly groan They that conquer'd the Father won't be Slaves to the Son For Wine and strong Drink make Tumults encrease Chocolate Tea and Coffee are Liquors of Peace No Quarrels or Oaths among those that drink them 'T is Bacchus and the Brewer swear damn 'em and sink 'em Then C s thy late Edict against Coffee recal There 's ten times more Treason in Brandy and Ale On the Lord Mayor and Court of Alderman presenting the late King and Duke of York each with a Copy of their Freedoms Anno Dom. 1674 By A. Marvell Esq I. THE Londoners Gent. to the King do present In a Box the City Maggot 'T is a thing full of Weight that requires the Might Of whole Guild-Hall Team to drag it II. Whilst their Church's unbuilt and their Houses undwelt And their Orphants want â—read to feâ—d 'em Themselves they 've bereft of the little Wealth they had left To make an Offering of their Freedom III. O ye Addle-brain'd Cits who henceforth in their Wits Would intrust their Youth to your heading When in Diamonds and Gold you have him thus enroll'd You know both his Friends and his Breeding IV. Beyond Sea he began where such a Riot he ran That every one there did leave him And now heâ—s come o'er ten times worse than before When none but such Fools would receive him V. He ne'er knew not he how to serve or be free Though he has past through so many Adventures But e'er since he was bound that is he was crown'd He has every Day broke his Indentures VI. He spends all his Days in running to Plays When he should in the Shop be poring And he wasts all his Nights in his constant Delights Of Revelling Drinking and Whoring VII Thro'out Lumbard-street each Man he did meet He would run on the Score and borrow When they 'd ask'd for their own he was broke and gone And his Creditors left to Sorrow VIII Though oft bound to the Peace yet he never would cease To vex his poor Neighbours with Quarrels And when he was beat he still made his Retreat To his Cleavlands his Nels and his Carwels IX Nay his Company lewd were twice grown so rude That had not Fear taught him Sobriety And the House being well barr'd with Guard upon Guard They 'd robbâ—d us of all our Propriety X. Such a Plot was laid had not Ashley betray'd As had cancell'd all former Disasters And your wives had been Strumpets to his Hignesses Trumpets And Foot-Boys had all been your Masters XI So many are the Debts and the Bastards he gets Which must all be defray'd by London That notwithstanding the Care of Sir Thomas Player The Chamber must needs be undone XII His Words nor his Oath cannot bind him to Troth And he values not Credit or History And though he has serv'd through two Prentiships now He knows not his Trade nor his Mystery XIII Then London Rejoyce in thy fortunate Choice To have made him free of thy Spices And do not mistrust he may once grow more just When he 's worn of his Follies and Vices XIV And what little thing is that which you bring To the Duke the Kingdom 's Darling Ye hug it and draw like Ants at a Straw Tho too small for the Gristle of Starling XV. Is it a Box of Pills to cure the Kings Ills He is too far gone to begin it Or that your fine Show in Processioning go With the Pix and the Host within It. XVI The very first Head of the Oath you him read Shew you all how fit he 's to Govern When in Heart you all knew he ne'er was nor will be true To his Country or to his Soveraign XVII And who could swear that he would forbear To cull out the good of an Alien Who still doth advance the Government of France With a Wife and Religion Italian XVIII And now Worshipful Sirs go fold up your Furrs And Vyners turn again turn again I see who e'ers freed you for Slaves are decreed Until you burn again burn again On Blood 's Stealing the Crown By A. Marvell Esq WHen daring Blood his Rent to have regain'd Upon the English Diadem distrain'd He chose the Cassock Sursingle and Gown The fittest Mask for one that robs the Crown But his lay-pitty underneath prevail'd And whilst he sav'd the Keepers Life he fail'd With the Priests Vestment had he but put on The Prelates Cruelty the Crown had gone A. Marvell Farther Instructions to a Painter 1670 By A. Marvell Esq PAinter once more thy Pencil re-assume And draw me in one Scene London and Rome Here holy Charles there good Aurelius sat Weeping to see their Sons Degenerate His Romans taking up the Teemers Trade The Britains Jigging it in Masquerade Whilst the brave Youths tired with the Toil of State Their wearied Minds and Limbs to recreate Do to their more belov'd Delights repair One to his the other to his Player Then change the Scene and let the next present A Landskip of our Motley Parliament And Place hard by the Bar on the Left-hand Circean Clifford with his Charming Wand Our Pig-ey'd on his Fashion Set by the worst Attorney of our Nation This great Triumvirate that can divide The spoils of England and along that side Place Falstefs Regiment of thred bare Coats All looking this way how to give their Votes And of his dear Reward let none Despair For Mony comes when Sey r leaves the Chair Change once again and let the next affoard The Figure of a Motley Council Board At Arlingtons and round about it sat Our mighty Masters in a warm debate Full Bowls and lusty
to Disputes The Dialogue W. Quoth the marble Horse it would make a Stone speak To see a Lord Mayor and a Lombard-street break Thy Founder and mine to cheat one another When both Knaves agreed to be each others Brother C. Here Charing broke forth and thus he went on My Brass is provoked as much as thy Stone To see Church and State bow down to a Whore And the Kings chief Minister holding the Door The Mony of Widows and Orphans imploy'd And the Bankers quite broke to maintain the Whores Pride VV. To see Dei Gratia writ on the Throne And the K 's wicked Life say God there is none C. That he should be stil'd Defender of the Faith Who believes not a Word what the Word of God saith VV. That the D. should turn Papist and that Church defy For which his own Father a Martyr did die C. Tho' he changed his Religion I hope he 's so civil Not to think his own Father is gone to the Devil VV. That bondage and beggary should be in a Nation By a curst House of Commons and a blest Restoration C. To see a white Staff make a Beggar a Lord And scarce a wise Man at a long Council-board VV. That the Bank should be seized yet the Cheq so poor Lord have Mercy and a Cross might be set on the door C. That a Million and half should be the Revenue Yet the King of his Debts pay no Man a Penny VV. That a K should consume three Kingdom 's Estates And yet all the Court be as poor as Church-Rats C. That of four Seas Dominion and of their guarding No token should appear but a poor Copper Farthing VV. Our Worm-eaten Ships to be laid up at Chatham Not our Trade to secure but for Fools to come at ' em C. And our few Ships abroad become Tripoli's scorn By pawning for Victuals their Guns at Leghorn VV. That making us Slaves by Horse and Foot-Guard For restoring the King shall be all our reward C. The basest Ingratitude ever was heard But Tyrants ungrateful are always afraid VV. On Harry the VII's Head he that placed the Crown Was after Rewarded by losing his own C. That Parliament-men should rail at the Court And get good Preferments immediately for 't To see them that suffer both for Father and Son And helped to bring the latter to his Throne That with their Lives and Estates did loyally serve And yet for all this can nothing deserve The King looks not on 'em Preferments deni'd 'em The Round-heads insult and the Courtiers deride them And none gets Preferments but who will betray Their Country to Ruin 't is that ope's the way Of the bold talking Members VV. If the Bastards you add What a number of Rascally Lords have been made C. That Traitors to their Country in a brib'd House of C. Should give away Millions at every Summons VV. Yet some of those Givers such beggarly Villains As not to be trusted for twice fifty Shillings C. No wonder that Beggars should still be for giving Who out of what 's given do get a good living VV. Four Knights and a Knave who were Burgesses made For selling their Consciences were liberally paid C. How base are the Souls of such low prized Sinners Who Vote with the Country for Drink and for Dinners VV. 'T is they that brought on us this Scandalous Yoke Of Excising our Cups and Taxing our Smoak C. But thanks to the Whores who made the K dogged For giving no more the R are Prorogued VV. That a King should endeavour to make a War cease Which augments and secures his own profit and peace C. And Plenipotentiaries send into France With an addle-headed Knight a Lord without Brains VV. That the King should send for another French Whore When one already had made him so Poor C. The Misses take place and advanc'd to be Dutchess With Pomp great as Queens in their Coach and six Horses Their Bastards made Dukes Earls Viscounts Lords And all the High Titles that Honour affords W. While these Brats and their Mothers do live in such Plenty The Nation 's empoverisht and the Chequor quite empty And tho' War was pretended when the Mony was lent More on Whores than in Ships or in War hath been spent C. Enough dear Brother although we speak Reason Yet truth many times being punish'd for Treason We ought to be wary and bridle our Tongues Bold speaking hath done both Men and Beasts wrong When the Ass so boldly rebuked the Prophet Thou knowest what danger was like to come of it Though the Beast gave his Master ne'er an ill Word Instead of a Cudgel Balaam wish'd for a Sword W. Truth 's as bold as a Lion I am not afraid I 'll prove every tittle of what I have said Our Riders are absent who is 't that can hear Le ts be true to our selves who then need we fear Where is thy K gone Chair to see Bishop Laud W. To Cuckold a Scrivener mines in Masquerade On such Occasions he oft strays away And returns to remount about break of Day In very dark Nights sometimes you may find him With a Harlot got up on my Crupper behind him C. Pause Brother a while and calmly consider What thou hast to say against my Royal Rider VV. Thy Priest-ridden King turn'd desperate fighter For the Surplice Lawn-sleeves the Cross and the Miter Till at last on the Scaffold he was left in the lurch By Knaves that cry'd up themselves for the Church Arch-Bishops and Bishops Arch-Deacons and Deans C. Thy King will ne'er fight unless 't be for Queans VV. He that dies for Ceremonies dies like a Fool. C. The K on thy back is a lamentable Tool VV. The Goat and the Lion I equally hate And Freeman alike value Life and Estate Though the Father and Son be different rods Between the two Scourges we find little odds Both Infamous stand in three Kingdoms Votes This for Picking our Pockets that for cutting our Throats C. More tolerable are the Lion Kings Slaughters Then the Goat making Whores of our Wives and Daughters The Debauched and Cruel since they equally gall us I had rather bear Nero than Sardanapalus VV. One of the two Tyrants must still be our Case Under all that shall Reign of the false S Race De Wit and Cromwell had each a brave Soul I freely declare it I am for old Nol Though his Government did a Tyrant resemble He made England great and his Enemies tremble C. Thy Rider puts no Man to Death in his Wrath But is bury'd alive in Lust and in Sloth VV. What is thy Opinion of James Duke of York C. The same that the Frogs had of Jupiter's Stork With the Turk in his Head and the Pope in his Heart Father Patrick's Disciples will make England smart If e'er he be King I know Britain's Doom We must all to a Stake or be Converts to Rome Ah! Tudor ah Tudor we have had Stu s enough None
Law and Satyr from one Fountain flow Were not men vicious there would be no Law But to cry up his sawcy Cant and Rule For lawfull Satyr proves the Witt or Fool. To rail at States and Monarchs ill entreat Then cry 't is Good because the Subject's Great As Man were onely plac'd in Paradice To nibble on the Fruit on which he dies Can Owls and VVoodcocks with the Eagle play And not in danger to become a Prey VVhat is 't to lash the King and Council-Table VVhen I my self am kickt by the Town Rabble For me to labour in a lower sphere I think too much yet it is safest there Nor do I covet matter to my Rhymes The greatest Person but the greatest Crimes VVhat is 't to me who keeps a Mis who 's VVed Or who got Carwell's costly Maidenhead VVho got the better on 't the Peer or Knight VVhat Lord was drunk or Lady last night These are the crying Crimes yet one may do All this and be an honest Subject too But to supplant the Government to cry Aâ—legiance down and raze out Monarchy To make Caballs and by a bold Petition Imbrue the Nation in a new Sedition To sowce Rebellion lay up Plots in pickle And make each Tavern-bar a Conventicle This would become a Muses Excellence To whiâ— the Club into Allegiance who 'd not be as affected as Sir Carr As proud as M ve as dull as D ar drunk as Fish who lost himself and Prince 〈…〉 Debauch and ne'er was sober since 〈…〉 than that insatiate Beast of prey 〈…〉 Flock to make himself away 〈…〉 cloy'd with Blood of Lambs and Ews 〈…〉 the Shepherd's Noose 〈…〉 Men find a more safe abode 〈…〉 Paths to keep the Road. 〈…〉 humane wisdome ever shou'd 〈…〉 pretence of doing good 〈…〉 Men that wou'd prescribe us Rules 〈…〉 prove either Knaves or Fools 〈◊〉 the â—ataline that left Whitehall To be made President of the Cabal So hâ—'s in play provided there 's no blows It matters not the New or the Old Cause Has on all points of Government ran his rounds As Gore the Compass did with Blood and Zounds But sooner may you fix the Northern wind Than hope the Weathercock will be confin'd Nature made him a perverse Wight whose Nose Extracts the Essence of his Gouty Toes Double with head to tail he crawls apart His Bodies Emblem of his double Heart In the Courts Sun he riggles like a Snail Touch but his Horns he shrinks into his Shell Rowl'd like a Hedgehog up he shews his Snout And at the Council-table makes a rout Gainst King and the Succession domineers If ought oppose him he has Forks and Spears Like a vile Skuller he abjures the Realm And sinks the Barge 'cause he 's not chief at Helm Then cries all hands to pump a leak i' th' Keel And stops it up with Julian's Conger-Eel And when a shot pierc'd the broad-side e'en then Clapt in the hole and sav'd Sir Edward's Men. The way 's to keep him there if he get through Secures himself he drowns the Ship and Crew If to the Ocean back again he 's bent With Rabble he 's in his own Element There let him plot and ne'er behold the Sun Till he has through all scenes of Folly run Under pretext of Wit to be undone As the late Duke who for a glorious Bully Retir'd from Court to be the City 's Cully The City's Minion now their scorn and sport There more despis'd than once ador'd at Court Who did his Fall so cunningly contrive In quaint Disguise to Ryot Rant and S ve And when he lifts himself in Infamy Reviles the State and rails at Monarchy The only means true Glory to pursue And must the best way be because 't is new Would any Hewson from the Throne retreat To th' Stall under disguise of being Great And only for to merit vulgar praise Rather than not be popular be base So once an Emperour as Stories say Exchang'd his Sceptre for a Ferula And only proud to prove himself a Fool Did quit the Throne to keep a Petty School Yet this was great while only for the noise Of Sovereign sway he lords it over Boys Look to it York the Nation first shall bleed Or the two Kings of Brandford shall succeed H for an Empire has as great an itch As ever Dog had for his salt swoln Bitch High on ambitious plumes aloft he flies And to be something melts them in the Skies VVhile th' humble wretch at home lies prostrate down To all the barking Beagles in the Town Young D too does in the Club intrude To be applauded by the multitude VVith zeal to King and Countrey he abounds Keeps with the Hare and opens with the Hounds Now of the Court now of the Countrey free Mistakes Prerogative for Liberty How well a Regiment would him become If the loud Commons did but beat the Drum My Masters vote it Sir a Prohibition I can't in Conscience brook with your Commission To levy Forces and assign Commanders Is Treason in the King to France or Flanders But if the House command me though I starve I 'le quit VVine VVhores Allegiance too to serve G better far might slight his Sovereigns bounty He had a Regiment within his County And poor enough to back his tatter'd Cause VVou'd R venture but a broken Nose Appease this mouthing Cerberus with a bone Honour 's a dainty Crust to pick upon VVhile his dear Doxy makes a shift to rub The business out with M at the Club. And Rolleston leads the Van while they combine And humbly beg their Sovereign to resign How Faction and the quenchless thirst of Rule Hurries to ruine the ambitious Fool VVhose haughty Soul pufft up with Sovereign sway VVill never scarce be humbled to obey The pious Earl had such a spacious poop As swallow'd up N B n and his Troop VVho lately Lord Lieutenant of a Realm Seem'd a good Pilot while he sat at Helm But when he was depos'd he overthrew His Master's Cause and sided with the Crew Now B d he had much the worst o' th' lay Having more Wit or honesty than they Sneakt off and left the Club his Game to play Who after he had led them to the Porch Like Buckingham he left them in the lurch At such a juncture of a time as odly As Peyton for his Highness left the Godly Or Escrick Howard to become a bawler Withdrew from Court to cry up active Waller These are the Men who all the bustle make And Empire check meerly for Empire sake They lay their stamp on the revolting Darling And in the Club make Treason pass for Sterling There are some other Beagles in this pack That make a noise the Royal Chase to back But when a Mastiff opens in the dark The little Dogs will shake their tails and bark And though the foremost Hound but start the Hare The rest will mouth it as they claim'd a share Who follow by the scent and scarce have
sense To judge 'twixt Treason and Allegiance As Fops meet in a Pit to damn a Play Not as they know but by what others say Unmeaning Fools who something to be at Follow the leading Cuckow like the Batt And justly merit as they are despis'd Rather to be rejected than chastis'd So bawling H n and K the mute With Noise and Nonsense fill up the Dispute And while the Club proclaims the lawless strife One is the Drum and t'other is the Fife What shall we say of Fa ge Br er Or C ry or dull D gh shall I flatter Who in the Synod drudge like Gally-slaves And buy the Stock to make a Gleek of Knaves Like Beasts insensible of wrong they stray And find a Pound quitting the King's Highway And now behold in triumph to their Follies In Noll's old Coach of State comes sneaking H s. Who sold the Father by an old Commission And purchases the Son with a Petition Now whether has the better on 't the Club Or the Five Members in the Royal Job This is the Bakers Dozen makes the Rump And little Wa r's leaven to the lump When B rd civilly had made his legg The Club engender'd and brought forth an Egg Which like Grand Cairo for a quick dispatch Hot Monsieur Parliament must sett and Hatch R ly began to puff and shake his Noddle And told them in plain terms the Brood was addle That to a Rump he never more would give Away his Birthright or Prerogative Then like a God which from his breath did leap Dissolv'd the Chaos of confused heap Bravely he spake and wisely he perform'd While still the Club against the Council storm'd Who rather than from Faction wou'd be free Or touch no more of the forbidden Tree Would damn themselves and their posterity How vile a thing is Man how sudden Fate Attends his frailty in the best Estate When arm'd with Innocence and Vertue all That makes him blest is subject then to fall The great first bold Offender oft I chid When I my self agreed to what he did Had I been there perhaps I had done worse And on my Rase entail'd a double curse Ev'n I who all this while exclaim'd at Vice And made to Loyalty a Sacrifice May be deem'd sawcy insolent and rude And thought as guilty by the multitude This Balm I 'le save against the deepest Wounds To keep my sharper Pen within its bounds And lest my soaring Muse too meanly fall Learn to write mannerly or not at all ADVERTISEMENT STate Poems continued from the Time of Oliver Cromwell to this year 1697 by the greatest Wits of the Age viz. Lord Rochester Lord D t Lord V n the Honourable Mr. M ue Sir F. Sh d Mr. Milton Mr Prior Mr. Stepney Mr. Ayloffe c. Among which are several Poems in English and Latin in Praise of Oliver Cromwell by Dr. South Mr. Lock Sir W. G n Dr. Crew Mr. Busby c. On King Charles II'ds Return by my Lord Rochester Three Satyrs by the same written between 1670 and 1680. A Charge to the Grand Inquest of England 1674. The Royal Buss and Windsor by the Lord Rochester An Epitaph on Card. Mazarine Satyr Unmusled the Hind and Panther transverst to the story of the City-Mouse and Country-Mouse the Man of Honour by the Honourable Mr. M ue The Vision the Converts the Lawreat the Poets Address the Audience the Dream Caesar's Ghost On the University of Cambridge burning the Duke of Monmouth's Picture 1685 by Mr. Stepney on the Commencement there by Mr. Ayloffe to Mr. F. Shepherd by Mr. Prior an Answer to King James's Declaration by several Hands on the Death of the Late Queen by the Lord Cutts on Tunbridge-Wells by Mr. Causton an Essay on Writing and Printing a Prologue by the Earl of Rochester on melting down the Plate 1697. On Tunbridge-Wells by the Lord Rochester A Satyr against Brandy On the Infanta of Portual On the Return of King Charles by Dr. South With many other excellent Poems never before Printed Price 3 s. Sold by the Booksellers of London and Westminster This First Part with the Continuation above makes a compleat Collection of all that is valuable in this Nature for these Forty Years Coleman Octob. the 15 th 76. Major D of Buck. Buck. Orm. Lauderâ— Arling Chancel Shafts Cliff Laud. Cliff
POEMS ON Affairs of State FROM The Time of Oliver Cromwell to the Abdication of K. James the Second Written by the greatest Wits of the Age. VIZ. Duke of Buckingham Earl of Rochester Lord Bu st Sir John Denham Andrew Marvell Esq Mr. Milton Mr. Dryden Mr. Sprat Mr. Waller Mr. Ayloffe c. With some Miscellany Poems by the same Most whereof never before Printed Now carefully examined with the Originals and Published without any Castration Printed in the Year 1697. THE PREFACE THE common aim of Prefaces to prepossess the Reader in favour of the Book is here wholly useless for what is now publish'd is none of the trifling Performances of the Age that are yet to make their fortune but a Collection of those vaulable Pieces which several great Men have produc'd no less inspir'd by the injur'd Genius of their Country than by the Muses They are of Establish'd Fame and already receiv'd and allow'd the best Patriots as well as Poets I am sensible that should we consult our superficial Hypocriticks they would often be apt to arraign the Numbers for there are a sort of Men who having little other merit than a happy chime would fain fix the Excellence of Poetry in the smoothness of the Versification allowing but little to the more Essential Qualities of a Poet great Images good Sense c. Nay they have so blind a Passion for what they Excell in that they will exclude all variety of Numbers from English Poetry when they allow none but Iambics which must by an identy of sound bring a very unpleasing satiety upon the Reader I must own that I am of opinion that a great many rough Cadencies that are to be found in these Poems and in the admirable Paradise Lost are so far from Faults that they are Beauties and contribute by their variety to the prolonging the pleasure of the Readers But I have unawares faln into this Digression which requires more time and room than I have here to allow to set to it in that just Light it requires I shall return to the following Poems writ by Mr. Milton Mr. Marvell c. which will shew us that there is no where a greater Spirit of Liberty to be found than in those who are Poets Homer Aristophanes and most of the inspired Tribe have shewed it and Catullus in the midst of Caesar's Triumphs attack'd the Vices of that great Man and expos'd 'em to lessen that Popularity and Power he was gaining among the Roman People which he saw would be turn'd to the destruction of the Liberty of Rome Quis hoc potest videre quis potest pati c. And Pulchre convenit improbis cinaedis Mamurrae Pathicoque Caesarique And again Nil nimium studeo Caesar tibi velle placere c. But it would be endless to quote all the Liberties the Poets have of old taken with Ill men whose Power had aw'd others to a servile Flattery the succeeding Tyrants have not been able to suppress the numerous Instances we have yet of it We have therefore reason to hope that no Englishman that is a true lover of his Countries Good and Glory can be displeased at the publishing a Collection the design of each of which was to remove those pernicious Principles which lead us directly to Slavery to promote a Publick and Generous Spirit which was then almost a shame to the Possessor if not a certain Ruine I believe were a man of equal Ability and unbyass'd Temper to make a just Comparison some of the following Authors might claim perhaps an equal share with many of the most celebrated of the Romans or Greeks I know in a Nation so factious as this where the preposterous Principles of Slavery are run into a point of Conscience and Honour and yet hold abundance in unseasonable and monstrous Divisions it would be a task that must disoblige too many to undertake But when all Europe is engag'd to destroy that tyrannick Power the mismanagement of those Times and the selfish evil Designs of a corrupt Court had given Rise to it cannot be thought unseasonable to publish so just an Account of the true sourse of all our present Mischiefs which will be evidently found in the following Poems for from them we may collect a just and secret History of the former Times And looking backward with a wise Affright See Seams of Wounds dishonest to the Sight Oh that we cou'd yet learn under this Auspicious Government founded on Liberty the generous principles of the Publick Good Sure thâ—s Consort of Divine Amphions will charm the distracted pieces of the publick Building into one noble and regular Pile to be the wonder as well as safeguard of Europe This being the aim of this present Publication it must be extremely approv'd by all true Patriots all lovers of the general Good of Mankind and in that most certainly of their own particular Omnes profecto liberi libentius Sumus quam servimus Take off the gawdy veil of Slavery and she will appear so frightfull and deform'd that all would abhorr her For all Mankind naturally preferr Liberty to Slavery 'T is true some few of these Poems were printed before in loose Papers but so mangled that the persons that wrote them would hardly have known much less have owned them which put a Person on examining them by the Originals or best Copies and they are here published without any Castration with many curious Miscellaneous Poems of the same great Men which never before see the Light By mistake of the Printer the Running Titles of the Sheet G viz. from p. 81 to 96 are printed wrong and should have been printed Poems on State Affairs instead of State Poems Continued The INDEX A Panegyrick on Oliver Cromwell and his Victories by E. Waller Esq Page 1 â—â—ree Poems on the Death of the late Protector Oliver Cromwell viz. by Mr. Dryden p. 6 By Mr. Sprat p. 13 By Mr. Waller called the Storm p. 23 â—â—rections to a Painter said to be written by Sir John Denham but believed to be writ by Mr. Milton p. 24 〈◊〉 the King by the same p. 33 â—â—ntinuation of Directions to a Painter by the same p. 34 〈◊〉 the King by the same p. 45 â—â—rections to a Painter by the same p. 46 â—â—rections to a Painter by the same p. 50 〈◊〉 last Instructions to a Painter about the Dutch Wars 1667 by A. Marvell Esq p. 54 〈◊〉 the King by the same p. 78 〈◊〉 Loyal Scot or Cleaveland's Ghost upon the Death of Captain Douglas burnt in his Ship at Chatham by the same p. 79 â—â—itannia and Rawleigh a Dialogue by A. Marvell Esq. p. 84 â—dvice to a Painter by A. Marvell Esq. p. 89 〈◊〉 the King by the same p. 92 â—ostradamus's Prophesies by A. Marvell Esq Ibid. â—â—r Edmundbury Godfrey's Ghost p. 94 〈◊〉 Historical Poem by A. Marvell Esq. p. 97 â—odge's Vision from the Monument Decemb. 1675 by the same p. 102 〈◊〉 Dialogue between two Horses by
Watch disturb'd with Sleep and Ale By shrill Noises but they could not prevail T' appease their Graces straight rose Mortal Jarrs Betwixt the Night black Guard and Silver Stars Then fell the Beadle by a Ducal Hand For daring to pronounce the sawcy Stand. The way in Blood certain Renown to win Is first with Bloody Noses to begin The high-born Youths their hasty Errand tell Dam ye you Rogue we 'll send your Soul to Hell They need not send a Messenger before They 're too well known there to stay long at Door See what mishaps dare ev'n invade Whitehall This silly Fellow's death puts off the Ball And disappoints the Queen poor little Chuck I warrant 't would have danc'd it like a Duck. The Fidlers Voices Entries all the sport And the gay Show put off where the brisk Court Anticipates in rich Subsidy-Coats All that is got by Mercenary Votes Yet shall Whitehall the Innocent the Good See these men dance all daub'd with Lace and Blood Near t'other Park there stands an aged Tree As sit as if 't were made o' th nonce for Three Where that no Ceremony may be lost Each Duke for State may have a several Post. What Storms may rise out of so black a Cause If such Turd-Flies shall break through Cobweb Laws The History of Insipids A Lampoon 1676 By the Lord Roch r. 1. CHast pious prudent C the Second The Miracle of thy Restoration May like to that of Quails be reckon'd Rain'd on the Israelitish Nation The wish'd for Blessing from Heav'n sent Became their Curse and Punishment 2. The Vertues in thee C inherent Although thy Countenance be an odd-piece Prove thee as true a God's Vicegerent As e'er was Harry with the Codpiece For Chastity and pious Deeds His Grandsire Harry C exceeds 3. Our Romish Bondage-breaker Harry Espoused half a dozen Wives C onely one resolv'd to marry And other Mens he never Yet hath he Sons and Daughters more Than e'er had Harry by threescore 4. Never was such a Faith's Defender He like a politick Prince and pious Gives liberty to conscience tender And doth to no Religion tye us Jews Turks Christians Papists he 'll please us With Moses Mahomet or J 5. In all affairs of Church or State He very zealous is and able Devout at Prayers and sits up late At the Cabal and Council-Table His very Dog at Council-Board Sits grave and wise as any Lord. 6. Let C his Policy no man flout The wisest Kings have all some Folly Nor let his Piety any doubt C like a Sovereign wise and holy Make young Men Judges of the Bench and Bishops those that love a Wench 7. His Father's Foes he doth reward Preserving those that cut off's Head Old Cavaliers the Crown 's best Guard He let 's them starve for want of Bread Never was any King endow'd With so much Grace and Gratitude 8. Blood that wears Treason in his Face Villain compleat in Parson's Gown How much is he at Court in Grace For stealing Ormond and the Crown Since Loyalty does no man good Let 's steal the King and out-do Blood 9. A Parliament of Knaves and Sots Members by name you must not mention He keeps in Pay and buys their Votes Here with a Place there with a Pension When to give Money he can't cologue 'um He doth with Scorn prorogue prorogue ' um 10. But they long since by too much giving Undid betray'd and sold the Nation Making their Memberships a Living Better than e'er was Sequestration God give thee C a Resolution To damn the Knaves by Dissolution 11. Fame is not grounded on Success Though Victories were Caesar's Glory Lost Battels make not Pompey less But left them stiled great in Story Malicious Fate doth oft devise To beat the Brave and fool the Wise. 12. Charles in the first Dutch War stood fair To have been Sovereign of the Deep When Opdam blew up in the Air Had not his Highness gone to sleep Our Fleet slack'd Sails fearing his waking The Dutch else had been in sad taking 13. The Bergen Business was well laid Though we paid dear for that Design Had we not three days parling staid The Dutch Fleet there Charles had been thine Though the false Dane agreed to sell 'um He cheated us and saved Skellum 14. Had not Charles sweetly choos'd the States By Bergen baffle grown more wise And made them Shit as small as Rats By their rich Smyrna Fleets surprize Had haughty Holms but call'd in Spragg Hans had been put into a Bag. 15. Mists Storms short Victuals adverse Winds And once the Navies wise Division Defeated Charles his best designs Till he became his Foes Derision But he had swingâ—d the Dutch at Chattam Had he had ships but to come at ' um 16. Our Blackheath Host without dispute Rais'd put on Board why no man knows Must Charles have rendered absolute Over his Subjects or his Foes Has not the French King made us Fools By taking Maestricht with our Tools 17. But Charles what could thy Policy be To run so many sad Disasters To join thy Fleet with false D' Etrees To make the French of Holland Masters Was 't Carewell Brother James or Teague That made thee break the Triple League 18. Could Robin Viner have foreseen The glorious Triumphs of his Master The Wool-Church Statue Gold had been Which now is made of Alabaster But wise Men think had it been Wood 'T were for a Bankrupt K too good 19. Those that the Fabrick well consider Do of it diversly discourse Some pass their Censure of the Rider Others their Judgment of the Horse Most say the Steed's a goodly thing But all agree 't is a Lewd K 20. By the Lord Mayor and his grave Coxcombs Free-man of London Charles is made Then to Whitehall a Rich Gold Box comes Which was bestow'd on the French Jade But wonder not it should be so Sirs When Monarchs rank themselves with Grocers 21. Cringe scrape no more ye City Fops Leave off your Feasting and fine Speeches Beat up your Drums shut up your Shops The Courtiers then will kiss your Breeches Arm'd tell the Popish Duke that rules You 're Free-born Subjects not French Mules 22. New Upstarts Pimps Bastards Whores That Locust-like devour the Land by shutting up th' Exchequer Doors When thither our Money was trapann'd Have rendred C his Restauration But a small Blessing to the Nation 23. Then C beware of thy Brother York Who to thy Government gives Law If once we fall to the old Sport You must again both to Breda Where ' spight of all that would restore you Grown wise by wrongs we shall abhor you 24. If of all Christian Blood the guilt Cry loud for Vengeance unto Heaven That Sea by Treacherous Lewis spilt Can never be by God forgiven Worse Scourge unto his Subjects Lord Than Pestilence Famine Fire or Sword 25. That false repacious Wolf of France The Scourge of Europe and its Curse Who at his Subjects cry does dance And studys how