you 'r up you may pull others down Laud. The Scot here could no longer hold but cry'd Deel Curse the Pope and all that 's on his side The Whore of Rome the muckle Man of Sin Plague take the Mother Barns and all the Kin. What must we see the Paltry hallow Rood Plac'd in the Kirk again in Deelish Mood Plague take the Loon the Deel and all his Work The Pope shall ne're again come in the Kirk Deel fau my Luggs I 'le venture Weem and Crag E're Popish Imps o're Christen Men shall brag The Scot with Laughter Check'd and all agreed The Lord spoke last should in his Speech proceed Cliff. Which thus he did Great Sir the Season's now Wherein we may both drive and draw the Plow The best that ever came t' advance your Cause To mend or make or to demolish Laws Besides the Sum the Catholicks will advance You know what offers you are made by France And to have Money and no Parliaments Will fully answer all our brave Intents And thus without Tumultish Brute or Huff Of Parliaments you will have Gold enough And if neglected now as none knows when The like Advantage you will have agen T' extirpate Civil and Religious Right Those Lime-twigs of the Laws that hold your flight There 's Money to be had t' Exalt your Crown ' Thout stooping Majesty to th' Country Clown The Triple League I know will be objected As if by us that ought to be respected For who to Covenants so poorly sticks With Rebels to keep Faith or Hereticks With those that neither Church nor Prince affect Our own Advantage we must still respect Unfetter'd Monarchs should walk more at large The Church does Princes from such Oaths discharge And Kings Absolv'd have power to leave ot take And keep no more than do's for Int'rest make As you your self have admirably shown By burning Solemn Covenants tho' your own Faith Justice Truth Plebeian Vertues be Look well in them but not in Majesty For publick Faith is but a publick Thief The greatest Cheat and yields the worst Relief Orm. The Second Lord tho' Check'd yet did not fear Impatient grew and could no longer bear Great Majesty Authentick Writers say The hand when lifted up Cressus to slay Such deep Impressions on the Son did make Though dumb before yet then he forth-with spake Great Sir your pardon if in imitation Seeing the danger of your Self and Nation My resolv'd Silence too like him I break In spight of Frowns I shall and I must speake Under what ever doom my boldness fall Though Fortune Honour Life expos'd to all The hardest Censures and it may be worse My Prince's Hatred and the Papal Curse Yet still for Princes Good I will not fear To speak my Conscience tho' it cost me dear My Acts have spoke sufficient still they are Above what these Dictators did or dare Wherefore Great Sir 't is Ignorance or Hate That gives those Counsels so precipitate For say 't I will nor will I bate my word No Counsels Power no nor yet the Sword Can old Foundations alter or lay new Let time interpret who has spoken true The Country Gentlemen with Beef and Bacon Will show hovv much your Courtiers are mistaken For Parliaments are not at that cheap rate That down they will vvithout a broken Pate And then I doubt you 'll find these Worthy Lords Brave and more Champion with their Tongues than Swords Wherefore incline not Sir your Royal Ear To their Advice but safer Counsel hear Stay ti'l these Lords have each a Crown to lose And then consult with 'em which way they 'll choose Will you All hazard for their Humours sake Who nothing have to lose nothing at stake And at that Game your Royal Crown expose To gratifie the foolish Lust of those Who hardly have subsistence how to live But what your Crown and Grace to 'em will give For one of those Bag-pudding Gentlemen Except their places would buy nine or ten And why we should thus slight the Gentleman I see no Reason nor believe they can For had not Gentleman done more than Lord I 'le boldly say 't you ne're bad been restor'd But why an Armies Greatness Sir should we So fond just now all on a sudden be Have they such faithful Guardians been to Powers That have employ'd them that you 'd make 'em yours Our Age does tell we need not seek the Glory Of Armies Faith in old and doubtful Story Your Father ' gainst the Scots an Army rear'd But soon that Army more than Scots he seard And tho' in haste to raise 'em as we are Soon to Disband them was his greatest care How Scottish Army after did betray His Trust and Person both I need not say The Lord Protector they set up one hour The next they pluck't down Protectorean Pow'r Your Fathers Block was guarded by those Drudges Who after did the same thing for his Judges And did rejoyce at both in open view And would not grudge to do the like by you Will you then suffer Armies to beguile And give your Crown and Self to Cross and Pile What if a Jesuit Swear Lie and Feign Until your Trust and Army he should gain And you believe his Faith and Oaths are true He serves himself instead of serving you Remember Sir what to your Face is said No Faith from them to Hereticks is paid This is enough to make your Soul abhor them And stop each Mouth for ever speaking for ' em When their own turns are serv'd they 'll serve you a trick And in short time call you plain Heretick If Pope command and you shall once say nay At this Trap-door your Strength shall run away He 'll make you stoop and truckle at his pleasure Or else yon neither shall have Men or Treasure 'T is vain to trust to either Word or Oath They plainly tell you they can violate both The more of Friendship they pretend or Swear The more of Mischief you have cause to fear When once the Pope has got the upper-hand Against your Will you soon shall understand That if you cross him in the smallest thing Unwelcome Storms about your Ears he 'll bring The Interest then of Holy Mother Church Will be to leave all such as you i' th' lurch And all your former faithful Friends being down 'T is ten to one if you don't lose your Crown Pardon Great Sir if Zeal transport my Tongue To shew you what may prove your greatest wrong I can't expose your Crown and Sacred Throat To th' fickle Humours of a false red Coat But speak I must whatever does insue To hinder what we else may live to rue The Law your All does fence secure from Fear And then what need the noise of Bandileer Consider Sir 't is Law that makes you King But Sword another to the Crown may bring For Force knows no distinction Longest Sword Makes Peasant Prince and Lackey above Lord. If Will be all that we must take for
The Second Dream WHoever looks about and minds things well And on th' Affairs o' th' World does take a View May think the Story which I here do tell Was never dreamt ' cause it falls out so true I do confess 't is somewhat hard to find A crooked Path directly in the dark And when a Man 's asleep you know he 's blind And cannot eas'ly hit upon a Mark. No not so blind but Story oft has told Of Sleep so Eagle-ey'd and Dreams so bold As could the hidden Depths of Fate unfold Orac'lous Dreams that op'ned the Book of Doom And saw at once past present and to come As t' other Night in Bed I thinking lay How I my Rent should to my Landlord pay Since Wool nor Corn nor Beasts wou'd Money make Tumbling perplext these thoughts kept me awake What will become of this mad World thought I Whence the Disease and what the Remedy When will the Issue whereto do's it tend In Mis'ry 't is some Ease to know its end 'Till Servants Dreaming as they us'd to do Snor'd me asleep I fell a Dreaming too So Dreamt not Antick Forms wild and unshap'd From restless indigested Fumes escap'd When aking Brains their Wine-born Frenzies broach The Riotous Creations of Debauch Nor did my bounded Fancy only lead That narrow Dance that shallower Dreamers tread Who in their Nightly Forms repeat no more Than what they only saw the day before No for my Nobler more exalted Flight A loftier Wing and a more soaring Spright Rapt me aloft whilst my swift Thought up rears Born hurried back o're fifteen rowling Years Dully those poor short-sighted Vision play Who only see no farther than to day To Day a Day alas too dull a Theam Where blazing Mischief's seen by that broad beam The Business of to Day 's not worth a Dream For too sad Truths so plain need no beholding To Dreamers or Southsayers for unfolding At open Noon to view the Banks of Seas Broke down who stands amaz'd at Deluges Right Justice Law all Faith and Oaths laid by Who wonders at our later Slavery Where that profest avenging Thund'rer Reign'd His Cyclops at the Forge with Sweat and Pains All bare fac'd at the Work of hamm'ring Chains Fate strikes without Surprize whose Bolt we see Nay sweeping Plagues themselves would scarely be A mortal Wonderment were but the keen Sword Edge of the Destroying Angel seen T' explode the open Madness of this Age Is scarcely worthy a Poetick Rage Let Fools the full-grown Cockatrice admire My Speculative Thoughts more high aspire Would track the Seeds and new form'd Egg Survey And search the very Nest in which it lay Th' unseen First Machine of our Ills unmasking I that 's a curious Question worth the asking Thus murm'ring long before to sleep I went Some Friendly Pow'r a list'ning Ear had lent And by a kind illuminating Beam Resolv'd to grant my Wishes in a Dream Back then to Charles his Reign my Thoughts were led How back to Charles to trace the Fountain Head The unhappy Source of our long Ills began Under that Easie Calm Unthinking Man Yes poor Good Charles hard fated to our Curse First lickt the Brat lest James to Rear and Nurse Methought th' Old Great Cabal in number Seven Together met to make their Matters even Where closely they Consulted how to play And each one spoke what he was pleas'd to say But first the Doors were all securely shut And I behind the Arras closely put Where hear and see I could but he that there Had placed me bad me have a special care Of stirring for my Life and ere that out From thence I came resolv'd shou'd be my doubt What would become of this mad World unless Present Designs were crost with ill Success An awful Silence there was kept some space Till trembling thus began one call'd his Grace Bucks Dread Sir your Government the first Twelve Years Has spoil'd your Monarchy and made our Fears So great and many we must now change quite The fretful old Foundations wrong or right The too great mixture of Democracy Out of your Government must taken be And no way like to Nulling Parliaments Spawn of the People always making Rents Factious and bold disputing Royal Pleasure And your Commands they by their Humours measure A King in Manacles to Rack Staves tied You must remain if thus you will abide So spoke this first but by and by another Not quite so tall but full as Wise a Brother Ormond Did thus begin Dread Sir you now are on A Tender Point much to be thought upon And thought on only For by ancient Law 'T is Death to speak 't which that rash Lord foresaw And trembled as he spoke But Sir believe My safe Advice I dare undaunted give Oh think not Sir t' attempt a Change so bold Nor let the Thought be ev'n in Whispers told ' Gainst what our Ancestors secur'd so much That like the Sacred Mount 't is Death to touch Such Dang'rous Councils give my Soul a check Nor do I like to make Tongue break my Neck Lauerd Thus he and then that Lord of Northern Tone In Gall and Guile a second unto none Inraged rose and Cholerich thus begun Dread Majesty Male born of Fame the Son Of Hundred and Ten Monarchs of the Nore Deel split the Wem o' th' Loon that spoke before Shame faw the Crag of that mis-mannor'd Lord That near his King durst speak so faw a word And on my Sol full well the first man meant Deel lop his Lugs that loves a Parliament Twa Houses on my Sol are twa too mickle Death Ice ne're truck to those faes Kna aves in pickle No Siller get to gee the Bonny Lass Who can endure thus to be made an Ass Ten thousand Plagues light on his Sol that ' gin To gar you be but third part of a King. Deel tak my Sol I 'se ne're the matter mince Ice rather Subject be than like a Prince To hang and draw and burn and saw and kill And measure all things by my awn great Will. What 's Kingship else all Check-mates I do hate Of Men or Laws it looks too like a State. This eager well-meant Zeal some Laughter stirr'd Arling 'Till novv half-fish half-flesh the Ink-horn Lord Craved Audience Thus Grave Majesty Divine To make you Great let Gods and Men Combine Now we are entred on the great Debate That does concern the Throne and Royal State Contrive to make you High and Happy too Is all that we at present have to do Is it not strange that at this Sacred Board There still should sit a Magna Charta Lord A piece of old Rebellious Barons Breed The worst and greatest Foes of Royal Seed But to proceed it was well urg'd by 's Grace Such Liberty was had for Twelve Years space Last past that now there 's great Necessity Of new Foundations if you safe will be What Care what Charge what Art before was set This Parliament we
Laws Your Will may be inferiour to Jack Straws If he a greater Force he has more Right Where Law is wanting if for Will Men Fight He 's the best Man whose Sword is still more strong Where there 's no Law there 's neither Right nor Wrong Subjects may Prince as Prince may them Invade The Fence once broken all is open laid See then Great Sir how these your Throne pull down ' Stead of exalting your Imperial Crown How they divest you of your Majesty For Law destroy'd you are no more than we In vain will be the Plea of Birth or Crown Or Statute Laws if Parliaments go down This Peer went on and show'd at large most plain How dang'rous League with Rome wou'd be again And how we suffer'd France to gain Renown And steal away the Glory of our Crown He 's interupted and bid speak no more By inrag'd Majesty who deeply Swore His Tongue had so run o're that he would take Such Vengeance on him and Example make To after Ages all that heard should fear To speak what should displease the Royal Ear. In that unwonted Thunder-Clap he broke I scarce could fancy it was Charles that spoke Methought and 't was a Thought of strange Presage Charles utter'd but Great James inspir'd the Rage The more Imperial Ducal Fury blow'd And tun'd the Royal Organ Pipe so loud The Lord that spoke before 's bid to go on And all commanded Silence 'till he has done Who thus proceeded If the Lord spoke last To interrupt me had not made such haste I soon had done for I was come Great Sir T' Advise your sending Dutch Ambassador To keep them still a while altho' we Flatter Promise Caress Cajole Betray no matter Tho' we break Faith Leagues Treaties all t' advance Your dearer sworn Fidelity to France And when all 's done that can be done by Man Much must be left to Chance do what we can If you of Dutch can make an utter end And make the Catholick Christian World your Friend Then sure you 'll have enough of Men and Treasure Enough of both to execute your pleasure And tho' that Noble Lord seems to perswade Confiding Armies are not to be had True tho' perhaps the English Hereticks In such a Cause may play some slippery Tricks And joyn not hearty in your Holy League Raise then your Irish Friends The Trusty Teague To Rome's dear Pipe will most devoutly Dance And then what strength they want your Cause t' advance Send o're and borrow all the rest from France This Project does the Feat You need no more Steer by this Chart and Land on th' Golden Shore And tho' perhaps your Glass Life may run Too fast to see this blessed Work all done Tho' kind Heaven lengthen out your happy Days And Crown you late with the Immortal Bays A Crown should be so much a good King's Care As study t' entail Blessings on his Heir And what though possibly you may not raise The Fabrick up entire in your own Days Make the Foundation and the Wall 's but yours Leave James to build the Battlements and Towers James whose each Word the Credulous World shall Trust Proud of the Name though not the Thought of Just This Speech thus ended Six of Seven agree France should be lov'd and Holland hated be At last I wak'd and took a serious View Of long revolving Causes Old and New And by their whole successive Chain I knew My Dream told Truth our present Ills a ' course Took from this Fountain their original Source 'T was Charles begun the Clue that James has spun The fatal Measures have our World undone And if Cabals thus serve us Englishmen 'T is ten to one but we shall Dream agen And being disturb'd in Sleep our Brains will ake And make us Peevish when we are awake FINIS