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The second part of the collection of poems on affairs of state ... by A ̲̲̲̲Ml̲̲̲̲, Esq.; Collection of poems on affairs of state. Part 2.
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Marvell, Andrew, 1621-1678.
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Brother When he 's to work you to design He first will soak you well with Wine And then to your Incestuous Eyes He 'll show again her H ss Thighs Strip her of greatness for the Cause And shew her Scut to change the Laws But this is no immodest thing To have her Humbles view'd by K She may expose on such occasion Her Popish A to the whole Nation Zeal wipes away all Impudence The greatest crimes are Innocence When for the Churches good intended And thus her H ss faults are mended And Catholick Modesty befriended This was a good attempt at first Shew'd she ne'er bashfully was nurs'd But rather liv'd 'mongst shamble Crew Brought up in some Italian Stew A Dutchess in our Country known A common Strumpet in her own From Dukes that are but little better From a Whore by Nation and by Nature From a King that Reigns by their direction From Subjects guided by the Devil's Protection From a soust Pilot at the Helm Good Lord deliver this poor Realm On the Lord Chancellor's Speech to the Parliament March 1679. This is the Time. WOuld you send K to P l Great Iames to be a Cardinal And make Prince Rupert Admiral This is the Time. Would you turn D out of Doors Banish Rebels and French Whores The worser sort of Common-shores This c. Would you unravel Popish Plots Send L le amongst the Scots And rid the Court of Irish Sots This c. Would you exalt the mighty Name Of Shaftsbury and B m And not forget Judge Sc s his Fame This c. Would you our Soveraign dis-abuse And make his Parliaments of use Not to be chang'd like dirty Shooes This c. Would you extirpate Pimps and Panders Disband the rest of our Commanders Send M after Teague to Flanders This c. Would you send Confessors to tell P s St d and A l They must prepare their Souls for Hell. This is the Time. Would you remove our Ministers The cursed cause of all our Fears Without forgetting Turn-coat M s This c. Would you hang those that take example By C and Timber T For all such Rascals merit Hemp well This c. Would you once more bless this Nation By changing of P 's Vocation And find one fit for Procreation This c. Would you let P try her chanceâ— Believe Oates Bedloe Dugdale Prance And send Berillon into France This c. Would you turn Papists from the Q Cloister up fulsome M n Once more make Charles great again This is the time An Acrostick C lose wrapt in P 's Smock his Senses are H eadlong he runs into Circe's snares A nd by her Charms is so besotted grown R ather than quit her he will lose his Throne L eave her for shame cast off those idle Charms E mploy your self like nighbouring Kings in Arms S ecure your Nation and your self from harms The Commons Address to the K. A. D. 1670. In all humility we crave Our Sovereign to be our Slave Beseeching him that he would be Betray'd by us most Loyally And if he please but once lay down His Sceptre Dignity and Crown We 'll make him for the time to come The greatest Prince in Christendom The Answer to the Acrostick A. D. 1670. C at this time having no need Thanks you as much as if he did The House of Commons are the People's God The Countrey 's Scourge the Nation 's Iron Rod The Lord's Vexation and the K by G d. On the D. of Y's Voyage into Flanders R. H. they say is gone to see The Princess of the Hague But P h's left behind to be The Nation 's whorish Plague Some say he is diverted thence And sailed into France Because the Wind at 's going hence Stood Bedloe Oates and Prance Some think he went unwillingly And others say he 's sent there But most affirm for certainty He 's gone to keep his Lent there But those that can astrologize Do swear nothing more true is The soleness of his Errand lies To fetch his Cousin Lewis And both together as they say If one may dare to speak on 't Through Hereticks Bloud will cut a way To bring in I the Second By yea and nay the Quaker cries How can we hope for better Truth 's not in him that this denies Read Edward Coleman's Letter Gar Gar the Jockey swears fou thing Man here is mickle work Deel split his Wem he 's ne'er long King Whose name does rhime to Pork The Welshman swears Cut splutter Nails God send her from her Foes Was never have a Prince of Wales That wears a Roman Nose Whate'er Pretences offered be Sure somewhat is contriving And he is blind that cannot see The Plot is still a driving Vpon a Dispute in the Choice of Sheriffs there was a Paper spread abroad directed as followeth To the worthy Citizens of London Respice Cave Gentlemen Now is the time acquit your selves like Men Else who can say you 'll ever see 't again Divide not for your lives their work is done Down must the Papists go and mouth must run Let not his Imprecations us befool He 's worse than mad that trusts a Y Tool Should he now chuse us Sheriffs and clodpate Juries We fall as Victims to their Popish Furies Oh Heaven direct us to unite we pray Old England's Fate depends upon this day And those unborn to bless or curse us may On the same occasion Lewis of France hath been the Prot'stant Scourge And Lewis of London is the Papists Drudge One plays the Tyrant to uphold his Lust And London's Villain doth betray his Trust. Tyrant and Traytor L is no less And N and Clod-pate maketh up the Mess. Close up the Poll or L by this Light Your own shall off to doe the City right Fore-warn'd Fore-arm'd M Ninny's Case looks desperate The Papists Cause the same The Traytors struggle with their Fate Then Patriots now beware their hate Look to your selves e'er 't be too late Or all is on a flame A Countrey Hodge heard Tory say As he was walking home October's three and twentieth day Began the bloudy Irish Fray And then to Edge-Hill took its way Remember Forty one This trusty Roger told for true 'T is odds he guesses right M had prepar'd his murthering Crew At unawares to murther you And by that blow the Land subdue As you sit late at Night Unless in time ye him prevent Be arm'd against those fears Ne'er trust to Rowly's Compliment When actions speak the ill intent Who never yet lov'd Parliament Whate'er he says or swears What if 't is said that M shall go The Fool the Knave may trust Stand on your guard prevent this blow No matter whether he runs or no 'T is you must Papists overthrow Let Devil doe his worst A Bill on the House of Commons Door April 15. 1680. pursuant to a former Bill Jan. 26. 1679. fix'd there Gentlemen When last you were here th' house ways to be let But now to the