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A Collection of poems on affairs of state by A.M. and other eminent wits ...
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Marvell, Andrew, 1621-1678.
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Hard Fate of Princes who will ne'r believe Till the Stroke's struck which they can ne'r retrieve Nosterdamus's PROPHECY By A. M. FOR Faults and Follies London's Doom shall fix And She must sink in Flames in Sixty six Fire-Balls shall fly but few shall see the Train As far as from White-hall to Pudding-Lane To burn the City which again shall rise Beyond all hopes aspiring to the Skies Where Vengeance dwells But there is one thing more Though its Walls stand shall bring the City lower When Legislators shall their Trust betray Saving their own shall give the rest away And those false men by th' easie People sent Give Taxes to the King by Parliament When bare-fac'd Villains shall not blush to cheat And Chequer-Doors shall shut up Lumbard Street When Players come to act the Part of Queens Within the Curtains and behind the Scenes When Sodomy shall be prime Min'sters Sport And Whoring shall be the least Crime at Court When Boys shall take their Sisters for their Mate And practise Incests between Seven and Eight When no man knows in whom to put his trust And e'en to rob the Chequer shall be just When Declarations Lie and every Oath Shall be in use dat Court but Faith and Troth When two goo Kings shall be at Brentford Town And when in London there shall be not one When the Seat's given to a talking Fool Whom wise Men laugh at and whom Women rule A Min'ster able only in his Tongue To make harsh empty Speeches two hours long When an old Scotch Covenant shall be The Champion for th' English Hierarchy When Bishops shall lay all Religion by And strive by Law t' establish Tyranny When a lean Treasurer shall in one year Make himself fat his King and People bare When th' English Prince shall English men despise And think French only Loyal Irish Wise When Wooden Shoon shall be the English Wear And Magna Charta shall no more appear Then th' English shall a greater Tyrant know Than either Greek or Latin Story show Their Wives to 's Lust expos'd their Wealth to 's Spoil With Groans to fill his Treasury they toil But like the Bellides must sigh in vain For that still fill'd flows out as fast again Then they with envious Eyes shall Belgium see And wish in vain Venetian Liberty The Frogs too late grown weary of their Pain Shall pray to Iove to take him back again Sir Edmondbury Godfrey's Ghost IT happen'd in the Twi-light of the Day As England's Monarch in his Closet lay And Chiffinch step'd to fetch the Female Prey The bloody shape of Godfrey did appear And in sad Vocal Sounds these things declare Behold Great Sir I from the Shades am sent To shew these Wounds that did your Fall prevent My panting Ghost as Envoy comes to call And warn you lest like me y' untimely fall Who against Law your Subjects Lives pursue By the same rate may dare to murther you I for Religion Laws and Liberties Am mangled thus and made a Sacrifice Think what befel Great Egypt's hardned King Who scorn'd the Profit of admonishing Shake off your brandy Slumbers for my Words More Truth than all your close Cabal affords A Court you have with Luxury oregrown And all the Vices ere in Nature known Where Pimps and Panders in their Coaches ride And in Lampoons and Songs your Lust deride Old Bawds and slighted Whores there tell with shame The dull Romance of your lascivious Flame Players and Scaramouches are your Joy Priests and French Apes do all your Land annoy Still so profuse you are insolvent grown A Mighty Bankrupt on a Golden Throne Your nauseous Palate the worst Food doth crave No wholesom Viands can an entrance have Each Night you lodge in that French Syren's Arms She straight betrays you with her wanton Charms Works on your Heart softned with Love and Wine And then betrays you to some Philistine Imperial Lust does o'er your Scepter sway And though a Sovereign makes you to obey Yet thoughts so stupid have your Soul possess'd As if inchanted by some Magick Priest. Next he who 'gainst the Senate's Vote did wed Took defil'd H. and Hesti to his Bed Fiend in his Face Apostle in his Name Contriv'd two Wars to your eternal shame He ancient Laws and Liberties defies On standing Guards and new raised Force relies The Teagues he courts and doth the French admire And fain he would be mounted one step higher All this by you must needs be plainly seen And yet he awes you with his daring Spleen Th' unhappy Kingdom suffered much of Old When Spencer and loose Gaveston controull'd Yet they by just Decrees were timely sent To suffer a perpetual Banishment But your bold States-men nothing can restrain Their most enormous Courses you maintain Witness that Man who had for divers years Pay'd the Cubb-Commons Pensions and Arrears Though your Exchequer was at his Command Durst not before his just Accuser stand For Crimes and Treasons of so black a hue None dare to prove his Advocate but you Trust not in Prelates false Divinity Who wrong their Prince and shame their Deity Making a God so partial in their Cause Exempting Kings alone from humane Laws These lying Oracles they did infuse Of old and did your Martyr'd Sire abuse Their strong delusions did him so inthral No Cautions would anticipate his Fall. Repent in time and banish from your sight The Pimp the Whore Buffoon Church-parasite Let Innocence deck your remaining days That After-ages may unfold your Praise So may Historians in new Methods write And draw a Curtain 'twixt your black and white The Ghost spake thus groan'd thrice and said no more Straight in came Chiffinch hand in hand with Whore The King tho' much concern'd with Joy and Fear Starts from the Couch and bid the Dame draw near Upon the King's Voyage to Chatham to make Bulwarks against the Dutch And the Queen's miscarriage thereupon WHen Iames our great Monarch so Wise and Discreet Was gone with three Barges to face the Dutch Fleet Our young Prince of Wales by Inheritance stout Was coming to aid him and peep'd his Head out But seeing his Father without Ships or Men Commit the defence of us all to a Chain Taffee was frighted and sculck'd out again Nor thought while the Dutch domineer'd on our Road It was safe to come further and venture abroad Not Walgrave or th'Epistle of Seignieur le Duke Made Her Majesty Sick and her Royal Womb puke But the Dutch-men Pickeering at Dover and Harwich Gave the Ministers Agues and the Queen a Miscarriage And to see the poor King stand in Ships of such need Made the Catholicks quake and Her Majesty bleed And I wish this sad Accident don't spoil the young Prince Take off all his Manhood and make him a Wench But the Hero his Father no courage does lack Who was sorry on such a pretext to come back He mark'd out his ground and mounted a Gun And 't is thought without such a pretence
Are doom'd with Worms and Rottenness to fight Whilst France rides Sovereign o're the British Main Our Merchants robb'd and our brave Sea-men slain T' insure his Plot France must his Legions send Rome to restore and to enthrone his Friend Thus the rash Phaeton with Fury hurld And rapid Rage consumes the British World. Blast him O Heaven in his mad Career And let these Isles no more his Frenzy fear Curst whom all Mankind abhor False to thy self but to thy Friend much more To him who did thy promis'd Pardon hope Coleman And with pretended Transports kiss the Rope Ore-whelm'd with Grief and gasping out a Lie Deceiv'd and unprepar'd thou letst him die With equal Gratitude and Treachery BRITANNIA and RALEIGH By A. M. Brit. AH Raleigh when thou didst thy Breath resign To trembling Iames would I had quitted mine Cubs dist thou call them Hadst thou seen this Brood Of Earls Dukes and Princes of the Blood No more of Scottish Race thou wouldst complain These would be Blessings in this spurious Reign Awake arise from thy long blest Repose Once more with me partake of Morlace Woes Ra. What mighty Pow'r hath forc'd me from my rest Oh mighty Queen why so untimely drest Brit. Favour'd by Night conceal'd in this Disguise Whilst the lewd Court in drunken Slumber lies I stole away and never will return Till England knows who did her City burn Till Cavaliers shall Favourites be deem'd And Loyal Sufferers by the Court esteem'd Till Liegh and Galloway shall Bribes reject Thus Osburn's Golden Cheat I shall detect Till Atheist Lauderdale shall leave this Land And Commons Votes shall Cut-Nose Guards disband Till Kate a happy Mother shall become Till Charles loves Parliaments and Iames hates Rome Ral. What fatal Crimes make you for ever sly Your once lov'd Court and Martyrs Progeny Brit. A Colony of French possess the Court Pimps Priests Buffoons in th' Privy Chamber sport Such slimy Monsters ne'r approacht a Throne Since Pharaoh's Days nor so defil'd a Crown In sacred Ear Tyrannick Arts they croak Pervert his Mind and good Intentions choak Tell him of Golden Indies Fairy Lands Leviathan and absolute Commands Thus Fairy-like the King they steal away And in his room a Changling Lewis lay How oft have I him to himself restor'd In 's left the Scale in 's right hand plac'd the Sword Taught him their use what dangers would ensue To them who strive to separate these two The bloody Scotish Chronicle read ore Shew'd him how many Kings in purple gore Were hurl'd to Hell by cruel Tyrant Lore The other day fam'd Spencer I did bring In lofty Notes Tudor's blest Race to sing How Spain's proud Powers her Virgin-Arms controul'd And Gold'n Days in peaceful Order roul'd How like ripe Fruit she dropt from off her Throne Full of grey Hairs good Deeds and great Renown As the Iessean Hero did appease Saul's stormy Rage and stopt his black Disease So the learn'd Bard with Artful Song supprest The swelling Passion of his canker'd Breast And in his Heart kind Influences shed Of Country Lore by Truth and Iustice bred Then to perform the Cure so full begun To him I shew'd this glorious setting Sun. How by her Peoples Looks pursued from far So mounted on a bright Celestial Car Out-shining Virgo or the Iulian Star. Whilst in Truths Mirrour this good Scene he spy'd Enter'd a Dame bedeckt with spotted Pride Fair Flower de Luce within an Azure Field Her left Hand bears the Antient Gallick Shield By her usurpt her Right a bloody Sword Inscrib'd Leviathan our Sovereign Lord Her towry Front a fiery Meteor bears An Exhalation bred of Blood and Tears Around her Iove's lewd rav'nous Curs complain Pale Death Lust Tortures fill her pompous Train She from the easie King Truth 's Mirrour took And on the Ground in spiteful Fall it broke Then frowning thus with proud Disdain she spoke Are thred-bare Virtues Ornaments for Kings Such poor pedantick Toys teach Underlings Do Monarchs rise by Virtue or by Sword Who e'r grew great by keeping of his Word Virtue 's a faint Green-Sickness to brave Souls Dastards their Hearts their active Heat controuls The Rival God Monarchs of th' other World This mortal Poyson amongst Princes hold Fearing the mighty Projects of the great Shall drive them from their proud celestial Seat If not o'r aw'd This new found holy Cheat Those pious Frauds too slight t' insnare the brave Are proper Acts of long-ear'd Rout t' inslave Bribe hungry Priests to deifie your Might To teach your Will 's your only Rule to Right And sound Damnation to all that dare deny 't Thus Heaven designs 'gainst Heaven you should turn And make them fear those Powers you once did scorn When all the Gobling Interest of Mankind By Hirelings sold to you shall be resign'd And by Impostures God and Man betray'd The Church and State you safely may invade So boundless Law in its full Power shines Whilst your starv'd Power in Legal Fetters Pines Shake off those Baby Bands from your strong Arms Henceforth be deaf to your old Witches Charms Tast the delicious Sweets of Sovereign Power 'T is Royal Game whole Kingdoms to deflow'r Three spotless Virgins to your Bed I 'le bring A Sacrifice to you their God and King As these grow stale we 'l harras human kind Rack Nature till new Pleasures you shall find Strong as your Reign and beauteous as your Mind When she had spoke a confus'd Murmour rose Of French Scotch Irish all my mortal Foes Some English too O shame disguis'd I spy'd Led all by the wise Son-in-Law of Hyde With Fury drunk like Baccanels they Roar Down with that common Magna Charta Whore With joynt Consent on helpless Me they flew And from my Charles to a base Goal me drew My Reverend Age expos'd to Scorn and Shame To Prigs Bawds Whores was made the publick Game Frequent Addresses to my Charles I send And my sad State did to his Care commend But his fair Soul transform'd by that French Dame Had lost a sense of Honour Justice Fame Like a tame Spinster in 's Seraigl he sits Besieg'd by Whores Buffoons and Bastard Chits Lull'd in Security rowling in Lust Resigns his Crown to Angel Cromwel's Trust. Her Creature Osborne the Revenue steals False F ch Knave Ang ey misguide the Seals Mack-Iames the Irish Biggots does adore His French and Teague commands on Sea and Shore The Scotch Scalado of our Court two Isles False Lauderdale with Adure all defiles Thus the States Right marr'd by this hellish Court And no one left these Furies to cast out Ah Vindex come and purge the poison'd State Descend Descend e're the Cure's desperate Ral. Once more great Queen thy Darling strive to save Rescue him again from Scandal and the Crave Present to 's Thoughts his long scorn'd Parliament The Basis of his Throne and Government In his deaf Ears sound his dead Fathers name Perhaps that Spell may his ill Soul reclaim Who knows