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A55276	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.	Buckingham, George Villiers, Duke of, 1628-1687.	1697 (1697)	Wing P2719A; ESTC R26563	139,358	261

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 th●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 ●●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 ●●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 ●●ntinuation of Directions to a Painter by the same p. 34 〈◊〉 the King by the same p. 45 ●●rections to a Painter by the same p. 46 ●●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 ●●itannia and Rawleigh a Dialogue by A. Marvell Esq. p. 84 ●dvice to a Painter by A. Marvell Esq. p. 89 〈◊〉 the King by the same p. 92 ●ostradamus's Prophesies by A. Marvell Esq Ibid. ●●r Edmundbury Godfrey's Ghost p. 94 〈◊〉 Historical Poem by A. Marvell Esq. p. 97 ●odge's Vision from the Monument Decemb. 1675 by the same p. 102 〈◊〉 Dialogue between two Horses by

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. Lauder● Arling Chancel Shafts Cliff Laud. Cliff

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 ●●rther Instructions to a Painter 1670 by the same Ibid. ●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 ●ollen with his Flock of Court Misses p. 132 ●●r Tho. Armstrong's Ghost p. 135 ●he Royal Game or a Princely New Play found in a Dream 1672 p. 136 ●he Dream of the Cabal a Prophetick Satyr 1672 p. 137 ●n the three Dukes killing the Beadle on a Sunday Morning Feb. 26. 1670 p. 147 ●he History of Insipids a Lampoon 1676 by the Lord Roch r p 149 ●ochester's Farewell to the Court 1680 p. 154 Marvell's Ghost by Mr. Jo. Ayloffe p. 16● The True Englishman 1686 p. 16● On the young Statesmen by J D n 1680 p. 16● Portsmouth's Looking-glass by the Lord Roch r p. 16● The Impartial Trimmer 1682 p. 16● Bajazet to Gloriana 1683 p. 16● On King Charles by the Earl of Rochester for which we he was banish'd the Court and turn'd Mountebank p. 17● Cato's Answer to Libanius when he advised him to go and consult th● Oracle of Jupiter Hamon translated out of the Ninth Book of Lucan p. 17● The Lord Lucas's Ghost 1687 p. 17● An Epitaph on Algernoon Sidney p. 17● The Brazen Head p. 17● The Answer to it Ibi● Upon the Execrable Murther of the Right Honourable Arthur Earl 〈◊〉 Essex p. 17● An Essay upon Satyr by J. D n Esq p. 179 Upon an undeserving and ungratefull Mistress whom he could not hel● loving p. 186 The Town Life p. 19● A Satyr on the Modern Translators 1684 p. 19● The Parliament-House to be Lett 1678 p. 19● Advice to Apollo 1678 Ibid The Duel of the Crabs by the Lord B st occasion'd by Sir R. H● his Duel of the Stags p 20● Instructions to his Mistress how to behave her self at Supper with he● Husband 1682 p. 20● The Sessions of the Poets to the Tune of Cook Lawrel p. 20● Desire a Pindarick p. 21● On the Prince's going to England with an Army to restrore the Government 1688 p. 21● On his Royal Highness's Voyage beyond Sea March 3d. 1678 p. 21● The Rabble 1680 p. 21● A New Song of the Times 1683 p. 21● The Battle-Royal A Dream 1687 p. 22● An Epitaph upon Felron who was hang'd in Chains for Murdering th● Old Duke of Buckingham Written by the late Duke of Buckingham p. 24● An Answer to Mr Waller's Poem on Oliver's Death called the Storm Written by Sir W G p. 24● Clarindon's House-Warming Printed formerly with the Directions to 〈◊〉 Painter Writ by an unknown Hand p. 24● Royal Resolutions By A. Marvell Esq p. 25● On the Lord Chancellour H e's Disgrace and Banishment by King Charles II. p. 25● The Parallel 1682. p. 254 The perfect Enjoyment by the Earl of Rochester p. 25● A Satyr against Marriage by the same p. 25● ADDENDA In Opposition to Mr. Dryden's Essay on Satyr 1689. p. 16● 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

them to do Since we miss that 't is best dismiss them too ●Tis true this House the best is you can call But in my Judgment best is none at all Well mov'd the whole Cabal cry'd Parliaments Are cloggs to Princes and their brave intents One did object 't was against Majesty To obey the Peoples pleasure Another he Their Inconvenience argues and that neither Close their Designs were nor yet speedy either Whilst thus confused chatter'd the Cabal And many mov'd none heard but speak did all A little bobtail'd Lord Urchin of State A Praise-God-bare-bone Peer whom all men hate Amphibious Animal half Fool half Knave Begg'd silence and this purblind Counsel gave Blest and best Monarch that e'er Scepter bore Renown'd for Vertue but for Honour more That Lord spake last has well and wisely shown That Parliaments nor new nor old nor none Can well be trusted longer for the State And Glory of the Crown hate all Checkmate That Monarchy may from its Childhood grow To man's Estate France has taught us how Monarchy's Divine Divinity it shows That he goes backward that not forward goes Therefore go on let other Kingdoms see Your Will 's your Law that 's absolute Monarchy A mixt hodge-podge will now no longer do Caesar or nothing you are brought unto Strike then Great Sir 'fore these Debates take wind Remember that Occasion 's bald behind Our Game is sure in this if wisely play'd And sacred Votes to th' Vulgar not betray'd But if the Rumour shou'd once get on wing That we consult to make you abs'lute King The Plebeians head the Gentry forsooth They strait would snort and have an aking Tooth Lest they I say should your great Secrets scent And you oppose in nulling Parliament I think it safer and a greater skill To obviate than to o'ercome an ill For those that head the Head are full as rude When th' humor takes as th' following Multitude Therefore be quick in your Resolves and when Resolv'd you have execute quicker then Remember your great Father lost the Game by slow Proceedings mayn't you do the same An unexpected unregarded blow Wounds more than ten made by an open Foe Delays do Dangers breed the Sword is yours By Law declar'd what need of other Powers We may unpolitick be judg'd or worse If we can't make the Sword command the Purse No Art or Courtship can the rule so shape Without a Force it must be done by Rape And when 't is done to say you cannot help Will satisfie enough the gentle Whelp Phanaticks they 'll to Providence impute Their Thraldom and immediately grow mute For they poor pious Fools think the Decree Of Heaven falls on them though from Hell it be And when their reason is abas'd to it They forthwith think t' Religion to submit And vainly glorying in a passive Shame They 'll put of Man to wear the Christian Name Wherefore to lull 'em do their Hopes fulfill With Liberty they 're halter'd at your Will Give them but Conventicle-room and they Will let you steal the Englishman away And heedless be till you your Nets have spread And pull'd down Conventicles on their Head Militia therefore and Parliaments cashier A formidable standing Army rear They 'll mount you up and up you soon will be They 'll fear who ne'er did love your Monarchy And if they fear no matter for their hate To rule by Law becomes a sneaking State Lay by all Fear care not what People say Regard to them will your Designs betray When bite they cannot what hurt can barking do And Sir in time we 'll spoil their barking too Make Coffee-Clubs talk of more humble things Than State Affairs and Interest of Kings Thus spake the Rigling Peer when one more grave That had much less of Fool but more of Knave Began Great Sir it gives no small content To hear such Zeal for you 'gainst Parliament Wherefore though I an Enemy no less To Parliaments than you your selves profess Yet I must also enter my protest 'Gainst these rude rumbling Counsels indigest And Great Sir tell you 't is an harder thing Than they suggest to make you abs'lute King Old Buildings to pull down believe it true More danger in it hath than building New And what shall prop your Superstructure till Another you have built that suits your Will An Army shall say they content but stay From whence shall this new Army have its pay For easie gentle Government a while Must first appear this Kingdom to beguile The Peoples minds and make them cry up you For raising Old and making better New For Taxes with new Government all will blame And put the Kingdom soon into a flame For Tyranny has no such lovely Look To catch Men with unless you hide the Hook And no Bait hides it more than present Ease Ease but their Taxes then do what you please Wherefore all wild Debates laid by from whence Shall Money rise to bear this vast expence For our first thoughts thus well resolved we in other things much sooner shall agree Join then with Mother-Church whose bosom stands Ope to receive us stretching forth her Hands Close but this breach and she will let you see Her Purse as open as her Arms shall be For sacred Sir by guess I do not speak Of poor she 'll make you rich and strong of weak At home abroad no Money no nor Men She 'll let you lack turn but to her agen The Scot cou'd here no longer hold but cry'd Del ' take the Pape and all that 's on his side The Whore of Rome that mickle Man of Sin Plague take the Mother Bearns and aw the Kin. What racks my Saul must we the holy Rood Place in God's Kirk again troth 't is not gude I defy the Loon the De'l and all his Works The Pape shall lig no mare in God's gude Kirk The Scot with Laughter check'd they all agreed The Lord spoke last shou'd in his Speech proceed Which thus he did Great Sir You know 't is Season Salts all the motions that we make with Reason And now a season is afforded us The best e'er came and most propitious Besides the Summ the Cath'licks will advance You know the Offers we are made from France And to have Money and no Parliament Must fully answer your design'd intent And thus without tumultuous noise or huff Of Parliaments you may have Money enough Which if neglected now there 's none knows when Like Opportunities may be had again For all to extirpate now combined be Both civil and religious Liberty Thus Money you 'll have to exalt the Crown Without stooping Majesty to Country Clown The triple League I know will be objected As if that ought by us to be respected But who to Hereticks or Rebel pay'th The truth ingag'd to by solemn Faith Debauched Vertue by those very things The Church profaneth and debaseth Kings As you your self have admirably shown By burning solemn Cov'nant though your own

Faith Justice Truth Plebeian Vertues be Look well in them and not in Majesty For publick Faith is but a publick Thief The greatest Cheat in Nature's vain Belief The second Lord though check'd yet did not fear Impatient grew and could no longer bear But rose in heat and that a little rude The Lord's voice interrupts and for Audience su'd Great Majesty authentick Authors say When hands was lifted up Craesus to slay The Fathers's danger on th' Dumb Son did make Such deep Impressions that he forthwith spake Pardon Great Sir If I in imitation Seeing the danger to your Land and Nation Do my resolv'd-on Silence also break Although I see the matter I shall speak Under such disadvantages will fall That it as well as I exploded shall But vainly do they boast they Loyal are That can't for Princes good Reflections bear Nor will I call Compurgators to prove What honour to the Crown Iv'e born with Love My Acts have spoken and sufficient are Above what e'er Detractors did or dare Wherefore Great Sir 't is Ignorance or Hate Dictates these Counsels you to precipitate For say 't again I will not eat my word No Council's Power no nor yet the Sword Can old Foundations alter or make new Let time interpret who hath spoken true Those Country Gentry with their Beef and Bacon Will shew how much you Courtiers are mistaken For Parliaments are not of that cheap rate That they will down without a broken Pate And then I doubt you 'll find those worthy Lords More Brave and Champions with their Tongue tha● Sword Wherefore Dread Sir encline not Royal Ear To their Advice but safer Counsels hear Stay till these Lords have got a Crown to lose And then consult with them which way they 'll chuse Will you all hazard for their humours sake Who nothing have to loose nothing at stake And at one Game your Royal Crown expose To gratifie the foolish Lusts of those Who hardly have subsistence how to live But what your Crown and Grace to them does give And one of those Bagg-pudding Gentleman Except their Places would buy nine or ten Then why they should thus slight the Gentleman I see no reason nor think how they can For had not Gentleman done more than Lord I 'll boldly say 't you ne'er had been restor'd But why of Armies now Great Sir must we So fond just now all on the sudden be What faithfull Guardians have they been to Pow'rs That have employ'd 'em that you 'd make 'em yours Enough our Age we need not seek the glory Of Armies Faith in old or doubtfull Story Your Father 'gainst the Scots an Army rear●d But soon that Army more than Scot he fear'd He was in hast to raise them as we are But to disband them was far more his care How Scottish Army after did betray His Trust and Person both I need not say Rump-Parliament an Army rear'd and they The Parliament that rais'd them did betray The Lord Protector they set up one hour The next pull'd down the Protectorian pow'r Your Father's Block and Judges the same Troops Did guard some Tongues at Death of both made hoops And will you suffer Armies to beguile And give your Crown and them to Cross and Pile What if as Monk shou●d both swear lie and feign Till he does both your Trust and Army gain And you believe his Oath and Faith is true But serves himself instead of serving you Pardon Great Sir if Zeal transports my Tongue T● express what your Greatness don't become Expose I can't your Crown and sacred Throat To the false Faith of a common Red-coat Your Law your All does sence secure from Fears That kept what trouble needs of Bandileers Consider Sir 't is Law that makes you King The Sword another to the Crown may bring For Force knows no distinction longest Sword Makes Peasant Prince Lackquey above his Lord. If that be all that we must have for Laws Your Will inferiour may be to Jack Straw's If greater Force him follow there 's no Right Where Law is failing and for Will men fight Best Man is he alone whose Steel's most strong Where no Law is there 's neither right nor wrong That Fence broke down and all in common laid Subjects may Prince and Prince may them invade See greatest Sir how these your Throne lay down Instead of making great your Royal Crown How they divest you of your Majesty For Law destroy'd you are no more than we And very vain would be the Plea of Crown When Statute-Laws and Parliaments are down This Peer proceeded on to shew how vain An Holy League would be with Rome again And what dishonour 't would be to our Crowns If unto France give cautionary Towns He 's interrupted and bid speak no more By 's enraged Majesty who deeply swore His Tongue had so run o'er that he 'd take Such Vengeance on him and example make To after Ages all which heard shou'd fear To speak what wou'd displease the Royal Ear And bid the Lord that spoke before go on And silence all should keep till he had done Who thus his Speech re'ssum'd If Lord spake last To interrupt me had not made such hast I soon had done for I was come Great Sir T' advise your sending Dutch Embassador But much it does concern you whom to trust With this Embassy for none true nor just Wise Stout or Honourable nor a Friend Should you in any wise resolve to send Lest any unseen or unlucky Chance Shou'd in this War befall to us or France We may that loathed wretch give to the hate Of th' Peoples fury them to satiate And when all 's done that can be done by man Much must be left to chance do what we can And if you 'll make all Christendom your Friend And put to Dutch-land-League an utter end Then surely you may have of Men and Treasure Enough of both to execute your Pleasure This Speech being ended five or six agree France shall be lov'd and Holland hated be All gone I wak'd and wondred what should mean All I had heard methought 't was more than Dream And if Cabal thus serve us Englishmen 'T is ten to one but I shall dream again On the Three Dukes killing the Beadle on Sunday Morning Febr. the 26th 1670 1 NEar Holborne lies a Park of great Renown The place I do suppose is not unknown For brevity's sake the Name I shall not tell Because most genteel Readers know it well Since middle Park near Chairing-Cross was made They say there is a great decay of Trade 'T was there Gleek of Dukes by Fury brought With bloody mind a sickly Damsel sought And against Law her Castle did invade To take from her her instrument of Trade 'T is strange but sure they thought not on 't before Three Bastard Dukes should come t' undoe one Whore Murder was cry'd truth is her case was sad When she was like to lose ev'n all she had In came the

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 swing●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