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The charter a comical satyr / written by an unknown hand.
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1682
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Wing C3722; ESTC R5654
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go Forfeit their Chattels and their Charter too To this we answer Let the sinner die A Tooth for a Tooth and Eye for Eye Let the Transgressors of the Law be lasht But do not let the Law it self be dasht Things that have Sanction of long time and great Authority should not be lightly set In days of old when Subjects Innocence Virtue and Goodness did oblige their Prince The greatness of the Monarchs mind was such They thought good Subjects could not have too much But yet they ne're intended publick wrong By private Act that 's but an ill-tun'd Song They us'd their Charter meerly to support The Government You to betray the Fort And 't was not Sodom's sins But 't was the Men Cast Town and Charter in the Sulphrous Fen Your Oracle hath spoke and ' tmust be so Carthago delenda est down ' tmust go VVhere now do all our learn'd Chaldeans keep Be all our Soothsayers and ' Strologers asleep I' th' Blazing Stars Praedictions was a Flaw Or You said Antichrist for Anti-Law Oft men of Art by Figure take that Scope To mean the Charter when they nam'd the Pope VVell there 's no help for 't now she must be stript That 's caught a Whoring and severely Whipt The doubt of Tyrany late turn'd your Maw How do you like this Governing by Law VVhen Lunaticks are in their Frantick fits 'T is the best expedient to reduce their Wits Son of a Slave is' t not enough to cheat Fools of their Money but you must defeat Them of their Souls Duties to their GOD and Prince VVas this the Trade you 're bound to 10 years since Sell your Pole-davis pack up your false Ware And be content to cheat your Chap-men there You ne're were 'Prentice to a States-man sure Say some Great Knave to draw thee to this Lure Should stroke thee on the addle head and cry Come honest Tom thou know'st better than I We 're like to have sad times you see Religion groans and bleeding Liberty The honest Subject he must be disgrac'd And every sober Officer displac'd We can't keep Feast nor Fast for th' Nations good But all 's misconstru'd and misunderstood The Plot is vanish'd and the Duke appears Tom han't we cause for Jealousies and Fears Perhaps thou sigh'st then till thy Buttons Crack And as thy Soul was tort'ring on the Rack From the vesuvus of thy Smoaking Zeal Thou bellowst forth this lamentable Peal ' Ah! My dear Lard Happy the Womb that bore ' An heart so Noble Israel can deplore ' In such sad times as these when Woes us shroud ' That Moses will conduct us in a Cloud ' VVe are all grieved with Extremities ' And Pharaoh's deaf to all our Plaints and Cries 'Our Wills with Bridle and our Mouths with Bitt ' Are held by force our Sanbedrims shan't sit ' We can't stoop down to Baal Saints that have right 'To Judge the Earth are Ravisht of their might 'Our Hands are Fetter'd and our Hearts complain ' That Free-born Spirits should be thrall'd in Chain ' These and ten thousand grievances we have ' But you must save poor dying Souls from Grave ' Sweet Lord But Orpheus who should take the pain 'To bring Euridice from Hell again How drooping quoth my Lord hold up good Tom Of my Spirit of Sulpur take a Dram Though at a Slight or two wer'e almost gone He 's a poor Juggler that han't more tricks than one I 'le call my familiar Presto appear He comes and whispers in my Ear. Courage Mounsieur and do not be dismaid From Pluto's Councel-Board I 'le still bring aid Stand but your ground and doubt no overthrow Whilst there 's a Fury in the deep below A thousand ways a thousand VViles we 'l try In Town must set the Stygian Company Whose Countrey Factors must retail their Wares From House to House as do the Scotchmen theirs Complain of Taxes in time of Wars In peace of Trade and evil Councellors Invetrate Lechers when their Lust departs To keep the Sports up they must use new Arts. We must the Crowns Prerogative impair The Negative Voice in th' Commons declare Slight all the Kings Alliances disgrace Foreign Embassadors in every place Say that Ben Hadu Otor's scarce half man'd Though wiser far than all our Knaves i' th' Land We are all Brethren and we now must Plow With all our Heifers Might and Main must bow Every new Moon a new Parliament can't Re-mind the Folk that they 're the Government We shall have one at last I 'me sure and then We 'l make such Senators shall make Us Men The Tide may turn States have their Ebb and Flow And we may catch them when the Water 's low Children must be provided for and Wars May hap Crowns themselves are not free from cares Then Money must be had our Silver Coin Shall buy good part of Pharoahs Golden Mine We are all Tradesmen now and what we give 'T shall be but Bartring for Prerogative Fetch the Addressors up and scour the Coast Of all the Tories and Abhorring Hoast Hang up the Judges and Grand-Juries clap Close in Goals that stood i' th' Royal gap Dawn but that day quoth Tom and we will Sing A Headless Councel and a Headless King Hold quoth my Lord too fast now you ramble Quoth Tom to keep pace we'y ' I must Amble Bless me my Stars Can such as these men be The Bulwarks of our Church and Liberty Send them to the Morocco in Exchange For 's Estriches and Lyons they 're Beasts more strange The French 't is said Fees any one that 's rare Pray Cross the Waters and to him repair If there be any Spirits that excel You in Sedition they must come from Hell VVe know the Idol of your Charter's dear To you as Laban's Gods to Rachel were In her pollutions which she slily hid Because all search there Modesty forbid But your pollutions in your Charter Reign And hope it shall your Wickedness maintain No Time no nor Authority can give Such Sanction as to make Corruption live But Master Ignoramus make right view And sure 't is not your Charter squints but You There 's no such thing as the Kings Friends shall bleed And 's Mortal Enemies for Treason free'd You 're fine Fellows to Judge th'Twelve Tribes I fear By Magna Charta you will scarce sit there Cabbage twice boild's stark naught and th' discourse You know in Pulpit still the same is worse Consider Rabby You are wise and Sage Rebels and Jubilees thrive but once an age Alas you know it was but th' other day VVith Drum and Trumpet Fool and Knave this Play VVas Acted to our cost of lives and Ore Pack up your Nawls we 'l be deceiv'd no more Grant some great Lord or two did chance to jar VVith Cedars well as Shrubs such Chances are But yet methinks the Twigs should grateful be To th' Root that gave them all their Bravery Malice ne're want's for Mischief and Revenge Is dearer much