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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

had eat his Brood And had been thus stain'd with their impious Blood He had in that less ill more Man-hood shew'd Cease cease O C thus to pollute our Isle Return return to thy long wish'd Exile There with thy Court defile thy Neighbour States And with thy Crimes precipitate their fates See where the Duke in damn'd Divan does sit To 's vast designs wracking his Pigmy Wit Whilst a choice Senate of the Ignation Crew The waies to Murder Treason Conquest shew Dissenters they oppress with Laws severe That whilst to Wound those Innocents we fear Their cursed Sect we may be forc'd to spare Twice the Reform'd must fight a Bloody Prize That Rome and France may on their ruine rise Old Bonner single Hereticks did burn These Reform'd Cities into Ashes turn ●nd every year new Fires make us Mourn Ireland stands ready for his Cruel Reign Well fatned once she gapes for Blood again For Blood of English Martyrs basely Slain Our Valiant Youth abroad must learn the Trade Of unjust War their Country to Invade Whilst others here do guard us to prepare Our Gauled Necks his Iron Yoke to bear Lo how the Wight already is betray'd And Bashaw Holms does the poor Isle invade T' ensure the Plot France must her Legions lend Rome to restore and to Enthrone Rome's Friend 'T is in return James does our Fleet betray That Fleet whose Thunder made the World obey Ships once our safety and our glorious might Are doom'd with Worms and Rottenness to Fight Whilest France rides Soveraign o're the British Main Our Merchants robb'd and our brave Seamen ta'ne Thus this rash Phaeton with fury hurl'd And rapid rage consumes our British World Blast him Oh Heavens in his mad Career And let this Isle no more his Frenzy fear C J 't is he that all good Men abhor False to thy self but to thy Friend much more To him who did thy promis'd Pardon hope Whilst with pretended Joy he kiss'd the Rope O'rewhelm'd with Guilt and gasping out a Lye Deceiv'd and unprepar'd thou lets him Dye With equal Gratitude and Charity In spight of Jermin and of Black-mouth'd Fame This St s trick Legitimates thy Name With one consent we all her Death desire Who durst her Husbands and her Kings Conspire And now just Heavens prepar'd to set us free Heaven and our hopes are both oppos'd by thee Thus fondly thou do'st Hides old Treason own Thus makes thy new suspected Treason known Bless me What 's that at Westminster I see That piece of Legislative Pagentry To our dear James has Rome her Conclave lent Or has Charles bought the Paris Parliament None else would promote James with so much Zeal Who by Proviso hopes the Crown to steal See how in humble guise the Slaves advance To tell a tale of Army and of France Whilst proud Prerogative in scornful Guise Their Fear Love Duty Danger does despise There in a brib'd Committee they contrive To give our Birth-right's to Prerogative Give did I say They sell and sell so dear That half each Tax D distributes there D 't is fit the price so great should be They sell Religion sell their Liberty These Vipers have their Mothers Entrals torn And wou'd by force a second time be born They haunt the place to which you once were sent This Ghost of a departed Parliament Gibbets and Halters Country men prepare Let none let none their Renegadoes spare When that Day comes we 'll part the Sheep and Goats The spruce brib'd Monsieurs from the true Grey Coats New Parliaments like Manna all Tastes please But kept too long our Food turns our Disease From that loath'd sight Hodge turn'd his weeping Eyes And London thus Alarms with Loyal Cries Tho' common Danger does approach so nigh This stupid Town sleeps in Security Out of your Golden Dream awake awake Your All your All tho' you see 't not at 's Stake More dreadful Fires approach your falling Town Then those which burnt your stately Structures down Such fatal Fires as once in Smithfield shone If then ye stay till Edward's Orders give No mortal Arm your safety can retrieve See how with Golden Baits the crafty Gaul Has brib'd our Geese to yield the Capital And will ye tamely see your selves betray'd Will none stand up in our dear Country's aid Self-preservation Natures first great Law All the Creation except Man does awe 'T was in him six'd till lying Priests defac'd His Heav'n-born Mind and Natures Tablets raz'd Tell me ye forging Crew what Law reveal'd By God to Kings the Jus Divinum seal'd If to do good ye Jus Divinum call It is the grand Prerogative of all If to do lll unpunish'd be their Right Such Power 's not granted that great King of night Man's Life moves on the Poles of hope and fear Reward and Pain all Orders do revere But if your dear Lord Sov'raign you would spare Admonish him in his Blood-thirsty Heir So when the Royal Lyon does offend The beaten Currs example makes him mend This said poor Hodge then in a broken tone Cry'd out Oh Charles thy Life thy Life thy Crown Ambitious James and Bloody Priests Conspire Plots Papists Murders Massacres and Fire Poor Protestants With that his Eyes did rowl His Body fell out fled his frighted Soul A Dialogue between two Horses By Andrew Marvell Esq 1674 The Introduction WE read in profane and sacred Records Of Beasts that have utter'd Articulate VVords When Magpies and Parrots cry VValk Knaves walk It is a clear Proof that Birds too may talk And Statues without either Wind-pipes or Lungs Have spoken as plainly as Men do with Tongues Livy tells a strange Story can hardly be fellow'd That a Sacrific'd Ox when his Guts were out bellow'd Phalaris had a Bull which as grave Authors tell you Would roar like a Devil with a Man in his Belly Friar Bacon had a Head that speak made of Brass And Balaam the Prophet was reprov'd by his Ass. At Delphos and Rome Stocks and Stones now and then Sirs Have to Questions return'd Articulate Answers All Popish Believers think something divine When Images speak possesseth the Shrine But they that Faith Catholick ne'er understood When Shrines give Answer a Knaves on the Road. Those Idols ne're spoke but are Miracles done By the Devil a Priest a Frier or a Nun. If the Roman Church good Christians oblige ye To believe Man and Beast have spoke in Effigie Why should we not credit the publick Discourses In a Dialogue between two Inanimate Horses The Horses I mean of wool-VVool-Church and Charing Who told many Truths worth any Man's hearing Since Viner and Osborn did buy and provide 'em For the two mighty Monarchs that now do bestride 'em The stately brass Stallion and the white marble Steed One Night came together by all 't is agreed When both Kings being weary of sitting all Day Were stollen off Incognito each his own way And then the two Jades after mutual Salutes Not only discours'd but fell

to Disputes The Dialogue W. Quoth the marble Horse it would make a Stone speak To see a Lord Mayor and a Lombard-street break Thy Founder and mine to cheat one another When both Knaves agreed to be each others Brother C. Here Charing broke forth and thus he went on My Brass is provoked as much as thy Stone To see Church and State bow down to a Whore And the Kings chief Minister holding the Door The Mony of Widows and Orphans imploy'd And the Bankers quite broke to maintain the Whores Pride VV. To see Dei Gratia writ on the Throne And the K 's wicked Life say God there is none C. That he should be stil'd Defender of the Faith Who believes not a Word what the Word of God saith VV. That the D. should turn Papist and that Church defy For which his own Father a Martyr did die C. Tho' he changed his Religion I hope he 's so civil Not to think his own Father is gone to the Devil VV. That bondage and beggary should be in a Nation By a curst House of Commons and a blest Restoration C. To see a white Staff make a Beggar a Lord And scarce a wise Man at a long Council-board VV. That the Bank should be seized yet the Cheq so poor Lord have Mercy and a Cross might be set on the door C. That a Million and half should be the Revenue Yet the King of his Debts pay no Man a Penny VV. That a K should consume three Kingdom 's Estates And yet all the Court be as poor as Church-Rats C. That of four Seas Dominion and of their guarding No token should appear but a poor Copper Farthing VV. Our Worm-eaten Ships to be laid up at Chatham Not our Trade to secure but for Fools to come at ' em C. And our few Ships abroad become Tripoli's scorn By pawning for Victuals their Guns at Leghorn VV. That making us Slaves by Horse and Foot-Guard For restoring the King shall be all our reward C. The basest Ingratitude ever was heard But Tyrants ungrateful are always afraid VV. On Harry the VII's Head he that placed the Crown Was after Rewarded by losing his own C. That Parliament-men should rail at the Court And get good Preferments immediately for 't To see them that suffer both for Father and Son And helped to bring the latter to his Throne That with their Lives and Estates did loyally serve And yet for all this can nothing deserve The King looks not on 'em Preferments deni'd 'em The Round-heads insult and the Courtiers deride them And none gets Preferments but who will betray Their Country to Ruin 't is that ope's the way Of the bold talking Members VV. If the Bastards you add What a number of Rascally Lords have been made C. That Traitors to their Country in a brib'd House of C. Should give away Millions at every Summons VV. Yet some of those Givers such beggarly Villains As not to be trusted for twice fifty Shillings C. No wonder that Beggars should still be for giving Who out of what 's given do get a good living VV. Four Knights and a Knave who were Burgesses made For selling their Consciences were liberally paid C. How base are the Souls of such low prized Sinners Who Vote with the Country for Drink and for Dinners VV. 'T is they that brought on us this Scandalous Yoke Of Excising our Cups and Taxing our Smoak C. But thanks to the Whores who made the K dogged For giving no more the R are Prorogued VV. That a King should endeavour to make a War cease Which augments and secures his own profit and peace C. And Plenipotentiaries send into France With an addle-headed Knight a Lord without Brains VV. That the King should send for another French Whore When one already had made him so Poor C. The Misses take place and advanc'd to be Dutchess With Pomp great as Queens in their Coach and six Horses Their Bastards made Dukes Earls Viscounts Lords And all the High Titles that Honour affords W. While these Brats and their Mothers do live in such Plenty The Nation 's empoverisht and the Chequor quite empty And tho' War was pretended when the Mony was lent More on Whores than in Ships or in War hath been spent C. Enough dear Brother although we speak Reason Yet truth many times being punish'd for Treason We ought to be wary and bridle our Tongues Bold speaking hath done both Men and Beasts wrong When the Ass so boldly rebuked the Prophet Thou knowest what danger was like to come of it Though the Beast gave his Master ne'er an ill Word Instead of a Cudgel Balaam wish'd for a Sword W. Truth 's as bold as a Lion I am not afraid I 'll prove every tittle of what I have said Our Riders are absent who is 't that can hear Le ts be true to our selves who then need we fear Where is thy K gone Chair to see Bishop Laud W. To Cuckold a Scrivener mines in Masquerade On such Occasions he oft strays away And returns to remount about break of Day In very dark Nights sometimes you may find him With a Harlot got up on my Crupper behind him C. Pause Brother a while and calmly consider What thou hast to say against my Royal Rider VV. Thy Priest-ridden King turn'd desperate fighter For the Surplice Lawn-sleeves the Cross and the Miter Till at last on the Scaffold he was left in the lurch By Knaves that cry'd up themselves for the Church Arch-Bishops and Bishops Arch-Deacons and Deans C. Thy King will ne'er fight unless 't be for Queans VV. He that dies for Ceremonies dies like a Fool. C. The K on thy back is a lamentable Tool VV. The Goat and the Lion I equally hate And Freeman alike value Life and Estate Though the Father and Son be different rods Between the two Scourges we find little odds Both Infamous stand in three Kingdoms Votes This for Picking our Pockets that for cutting our Throats C. More tolerable are the Lion Kings Slaughters Then the Goat making Whores of our Wives and Daughters The Debauched and Cruel since they equally gall us I had rather bear Nero than Sardanapalus VV. One of the two Tyrants must still be our Case Under all that shall Reign of the false S Race De Wit and Cromwell had each a brave Soul I freely declare it I am for old Nol Though his Government did a Tyrant resemble He made England great and his Enemies tremble C. Thy Rider puts no Man to Death in his Wrath But is bury'd alive in Lust and in Sloth VV. What is thy Opinion of James Duke of York C. The same that the Frogs had of Jupiter's Stork With the Turk in his Head and the Pope in his Heart Father Patrick's Disciples will make England smart If e'er he be King I know Britain's Doom We must all to a Stake or be Converts to Rome Ah! Tudor ah Tudor we have had Stu s enough None

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