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By the most Eminent Wits, from Anno 1639. to Anno i 6 6 i

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TO THE

READER.

THoii hast here a Bundle of Rodds ; not like those of the Roman Consulls, for these are signes of a No- Government If thou read these Ballads (and not sing them) the poor Ballads are undone. They came not hither all from one Author ; (thou wilt soon perceive the same hand held not the Pen) yet none but shew either IVit or Affection (and thafs better) or Both, which is best of all. The truth is, this Rump, and indeed the whole Carcase was so odious and

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bloody a Monster^ that every man has a stone or rotten Egge to cast at it. Now if you ask who nam'd it Rump, know 'twas so stiVd in an honest Sheet of Paper (caird The Bloody Rump) written before the Tryal of our tate Soveraign of Glorious Mejnory : but the Word obtain'd not universal notice till it flew from the mouth of Major General Brown at a Pub lick Assembly in the dales ^Richard Cromwell. You have many Songs here, which were never before in Print : We need not tell you whose they are ; but we have not subjoyned any Authors Names ; here- tofore it was unsafe, and now the Gentlemen conceive it not so proper. ' Tis hoped they did His Majesty so7ne Service, 'twas for that end they were scribbled. Now (thanks be to God) we have liv'd to that day, that there is no Cavalier, because there is' nothing else, and 'tis wondrous happy to see how many are his Majesties Faithfull Sub-

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jects, who were ready to hang the Authors of these Ballads. But he that does not blot out all thafs past, and frankly embrace their New Allegiance, or remembers ought but what shall pre- serve Universal Peace and Charity, let him be Anathema ; For he were a strange man that should now be un- satisfied, when those that writ against the King do now write for Him, and those who wrote for Him, need now write no more. Let Heaven now con- tinue these Blessings on His Majesty, that no one Enemy live unreconciled, nor any false Friend be undiscovered, that so there be no strife, but who shall shew most Duty to so Excellent a KING,

Farewell.

The Stationers to the Reader,

Gentlemen,

YOu are invited here to a Feast, and if Variety cloy you not, we are satisfied. It has been our Care to please you ; and it is our Hope you luill retribute an Ackm)wledgeme?it. These are select Things, a work of Time, which for your sake we Publish, assuring you that your Welcome will Crown the Entertainment.

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RUMP-SONGS.

The First Part.

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T/ie Zealous Puritan. 1639.

MY Brethren all attend. And list to my relation : This is the day, mark what I say, Tends to your renovation ; Stay not among the Wicked, Lest that with them you perish, But let us to New-England go, . And the Pagan People cherish ;

Then for the truths sake come along^ cotne along,

Leave this place of Superstition :

Were it not for we, that the Brethren be.

You ruould sink into Perdition.

There you may teach our hymns. Without the Laws controulment : We need not fear, the Bishops there, Nor Spiritual-Courts inroulment j

Rump Songs. Part I.

Nay, the Surplice shall not fright us, Nor superstitious blindness ; Nor scandals rise, when we disguise. And our Sisters kiss in kindness ; Then for the truths sake, &c.

For Company I fear not, There goes my Cosin Hannah, And Ruben, so perswades to go My Qo%vci. Joyce, Susanna. With Abigal and Faith, And Ruth, no doubt, comes after ; And Sarah kind, will not stay behind ; My Cosin Constance Daughter ; Then for the truth, &c.

Tom Tyler is prepared, And th' Smith as black as a coal ; Ralph Cobler too with us will go, For he regards his soul ; The Weaver, honest Simon, With Prudence, Jacobs Daughter, And Sarah, she, and Barbary Professeth to come after ; Then for the truth, &c.

When we, that are elected. Arrive in that fair Country, Even by our faith, as the Brethren saith. We will not fear our entry ; The Psalms shall be our Musick, Our time spent in expounding, Which in our zeal we will reveal To the Brethrens joy abounding ; Then for the truths sake, &c.

Part I. Rump Songs.

Pyms Juncto. 1640.

TRuth I could chide you Friends, why, how so late ? My Watch speaks Eight and not one pin o' th

State This day undone, can such remisnesse fit Your Active spirits, or my more Hellish wit ? The Sun each step he mounts to Heavens Crown, Whilst Pym commands, should see a Kingdome down ; Y'ave spurs enough I'me sure to make you run. HOPES guilty, FORTUNES crackt, and th' ILLS y'ave

done. Thus Whilome seated was QiXtdX James his Heir, Just, as you see me now, ith' Kingdoms Chair : There the Great Seal, there Richmond, Hertford sate. There MarsJuxll, Dorset, BristoWs temperate pate, But there sate Pembroke, life of Loyalty, There Holland, flower of Fidelity. We are no lesse then Charles in power and state, You are our Junctoes, who were his of late ;

Here sits K Holy Say, and Seal,

With Wharton, Warwick, Brookes inspired zeal :

Stroud, Hampden, H Haslerigge, bold spirits,

Bold Martin, Ludlow, Vain, unmatched wights. But their Church-Elder, Whites Religious beard, There sits Abomination Statists : Perd : Charles wear at York thy Crown that pretty thing We must most humbly be at London King. But what's the businesse of the House this day. How speaks my note. Commissioners of Array,

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4 Rtimp Songs. Part I.

The nineteen Propositions to be scand

A second time, M Train-band,

Letters from Tristram Whitcombe, and from Hull,

From Amsterdam, the Admirall ; how full

Of high concernments are we Sirs, advise

How we most warily may weigh our prise :

I do conceive it must be our first play,

Be't right or wrong, by Vote to damn th' Array,

If ever that take footing and advance,

Farewell Militia, and our Ordinance,

But what will the appearance be ? yet stay.

Who dares our leading Votes and Wills gainsay ?

Should any haughty spirit presume so far.

What serves the Tower for then, or the Bar ?

Biit if we fear the businesse will not bend

As may be most conducing to our end :

By some feigned wile it must be our next Plot

To put it off, and a new time alot.

And just Jumpe for our turn : these Letters shall

From Whitcombe, Hotham, or our Admirall,

(Though forg'd untruths) be interpos'd and read.

To spend the time, and maze the Peoples head ;

If the next day we yet suspect to find

Such whose just Conscience cannot be inclin'd

To be made Vassals to our desperate sence,

'Tis easie to procure a Conferrenc^,

Which shall out-spin the leisure of the mom,

Then we'le resume the House, and so adjourn

Till five at night, the moderate wearied thus,

Will quit their seats and leave us, none but us;

There's President for this, this was the feat

That pluckt the Bishops from the Barons seat.

This wrought good Orders, manag'd many a Vote,

This Art must my Disciples learn by Rote.

Part I. Rump Songs.

But if the Accommodation chance to spring Into debate, then your Artillery bring, And lay that flat, that cold : my Genius starts With fear to find ith' House two Loyal hearts ; Seem though we must teeth outwards to comply, And humbly kisse the feet of Majesty, Yet live we cannot, but obedience dead. Nor stand elsewhere but on the Kingdoms head ; Calmes proper are for guiltlesse sons of Peace, Our Vessels bear our best in storming Seas ; Charles must not reign secure whilst reigns a Pytriy The Sun if it rise with us must set with him ; You have one pleasure which must be exprest

To Leicester, Pembroke, St. and your rest,

Bid Essex, Percy, and your Quondam, Grom

O'th stool, to wait us in the Princes Room :

Some of your subtilly may in Cottons walk,

Sit and allure Affections by your talk,

'Twill be a work worthy your nimble wit,

To gain the Devil and us a Proselyte.

So, to your businesse, yet ere you be gone

Take my advice, then blessing light upon

Your nimble Votes, and first be sure you shroud

Your dark designs in a Religious Cloud,

Gods Glory, Churches Good, Kings head Supreme,

A Preaching Minister must be your Theame ;

Next structure of your Babel to be built.

Must speciously be varnisht o're, and gilt

With Liberty, Propriety of lives

And fortunes, 'gainst th' high stretcht Prerogatives.

And then a Speech or two most neatly spent.

For Rights and Privilege of Parliament ;

These two well mixt, you'le need no other lures

To gain the People, and to make them yours.

6 Rump Songs. Part I.

If Charles displeased, with some witty, tart Message (and justly too) shall make you start, Saying ye have put him to his Guard, be sure Ye then be loud enough, and first cry Whore, War rais'd against the Parliament, a great Hinderance of the Irish Ayde, and strong Abet Unto the Rebels : then if any thing You have may blast the Honour of the King, Be it bad enough, no matter from what hand, Wee'l Vote it true, and then to believe command ; But on your memories if I impose no more, You cannot misse your way when I'me before : Rise Synna, Sylla, Marius, Gracchus Ghost, With the rest of the whole Mechanick Host, Roines greatest Earth-quakes, and this little trunck Make with your desperate Spirits deeply drunk, Up from your drousie umes, the Ghost of those My Ancestors that Richard did depose, Drop fresh into my breast, my soul inspire, And strongly actuate me with your fire, That theirs thus mixt with my Malitious Gall, Mine may with theirs fully possesse you all. Go and exceed their Villanies as much more As theirs did all attempts that was before ; Act past example, that it may be known You copied no example but your own. And if in after times, when silently We sleep, another firebrand chance to be, 'Twill be chief Crown and Glory unto him. To say he playd his Prancks like you and Pym.

Part I. Rump So?igs. 7

Upon Mr. Pyms Picture.

REader, behold the Counterfeit of him Who now controuls the land ; Almighty Pym ! A man whom even the Devil to fear begins, And dares not trust him with succesless sins ; A man who now is wading through the Floud Of Reverend Lauds, and Noble Straffords Bloud, To strike so high as to put Bishops down, And in the Miter to controul the Crown ; The Wretch hath mighty thoughts, and entertains Some Glorious Mischief in his Active Brains, Where now he's plotting to make England such As may out-vye the villany of the Dutch ; He dares not go to Heaven, 'cause he doth fear To meet (and not pull down) the Bishops there : Is it not strange, that in that Shuttle-head Three Kingdoms mines should be buried ? Is it not strange there should be hatch't a Plot Which should out-doe the Treason of the Scot, And even the Malice of a Puritan ? Reader behold, and hate the poysonous man ; The Picture's like him ; yet 'tis very fit To adde one likeness more, that's hang like it.

8 Rump Songs. Part I.

A Song. To the Tune of Blue Cappefor me.

LEt Scots now return at Lesleys demand, How all the Affairs in the North-part do stand, And tell him the Parliament is fully agreed To send him good stores of Money with speed. To serve their occasions : thus say, they shall find For to come to passe, when the Devil is blind.

Let all their Brethren be new circumcis'd,

And Burton and for Saints canonis'd ;

And at the Sacrament sit for their ease, And pray unto God, even just when they please ; The Scots in despite shall please their own mind. And do what they please, when the Devil is blind.

Next they will have in each City and Town

All painted Glasse-windows to be pull'd down ;

One Bell in a Church to call them away,

It's enough when the Spirit doth move them to pray,

Without any Surplice or Tippet behind ! The Priest shall say Service, when the Devil is blind.

Lastly, the Parliament in any case

Will down with all Organs, for Piping is base ;

Part I. Rump Songs. 9

No cringing below the Altar shall be,

For that is a Trick of Idolatry :

Now tell me good Scots, are not English-men kind, But when this comes to passe, say the Devil is blind.

Mr. Hampdens Speech against Peace at the close Committee.

To the Tune of / went from England,

But will you now to Peace incline, And languish in the Main design,

And leave us in the lurch ? I would not Monarchy destroy. But only as a way t' enjoy,

The mine of the Church.

Is not the Bishops Bill deny'd, And we still threatned to be try'd ?

You see the King embraces Those Councellours he approv'd before ; Nor doth he promise, which is more.

That we shall have their Places.

Did I for this bring in the Scot, (For 'tis no Secret new) the Plot

Was Sayes and mine together : Did I for this return again. And spend a Winter there in vain,

I went more to invite them hither.

ro Rump Songs, Part I.

Though more our Mony than our Cause Their Brotherly assistance draws,

My labour was not lost. At my Return I brought you thence, Necessity, their strong Pretence,

And these shall quit the Cost.

Did I for this my County bring

To help their Knight against their King,

And raise the first Sedition ? Though I the Business did decline, Yet I contriv'd the whole Design,

And sent them their Petition.

So many nights spent in the City In that Invisible Committee ;

The Wheele that governs all ; From thence the Change in Church and State, And all the Mischiefs bear the date

From Haberdashers Hall.

Did we force Ireland to despair. Upon the King to cast the War,

To make the World abhor him : Because the Rebells us'd his Name, Though we our selves can do the same,

While both alike were for him.

Then the same Fire we kindled here With that, was given to quench it there,

And wisely lost that Nation : To do as crafty Beggars use, To maim themselves thereby to abuse

The simple mans compassion.

Part I. Rump Songs. 1 1

Have I so often past between Windsor and Westminster unseen,

And did my self divide : <

To keep his Excellence in awe, And give the Parliament the Law,

For they knew none beside ?

Did I for these take pains to teach Our zealous Ignorants to preach.

And did their Lungs inspire, Read them their Text, shew'd them their Parts, And taught them all their little Arts,

To fling abroad the Fire ?

Sometimes to begg, sometimes to threaten, And say the Cavaliers are beaten,

And stroke the Peoples ears ; Then streight when Victory grows cheap, And will no more advance the heap,

To raise the price of Fears.

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And now the Book, and now the Bells, And now the Act the Preachers tells

To edifie the People ; All our Divinity is News, And we have made of equal use

The Pulpit and the Steeple.

And shall we kindle all this Flame, Onely to put it out again.

And must we now give o're, And only end where we begun In vain this Mischief we have done.

If we can do no more ?

12 Rump Songs. Part I.

If men in Peace can have their right, Where's the Necessity to fight,

That breaks both Law, the Oath ; They'le say they fight not for the Cause, Nor to defend the King and Laws,

But as against them both.

Either the Cause at first was ill, Or being good it was so still ;

And thence they will infer, That either now, or at the first They were deceived, or which is worse,

That we our selves may erre.

But Plague and Famine will come in, For they and we are near of kin.

And cannot go asunder : But while the wicked starve, indeed The Saints have ready at their need

Gods Providence and Plunder.

Princes we are if we prevail, And Gallant Villains if we fail.

When to our fame 'tis told ; It will not be our last of prayse, Sin' a New State we could not raise

To have destroy'd the old,

Then let us stay and fight, and vote Till London is not worth a Groat ;

Oh 'tis a patient Beast : When we have gall'd and tyr'd the Mule, And can no longer have the rule,

We'le have the Spoyle at least.

Part I. Rump Songs. 13

A Song. To the Tune of The Queens old Souldier.

TO make Charles a great King, and give him no Power, To Honour him much, and not obey him an Hower ; To provide for his Safety, and take away his Tower, And to prove all is sweet, be it never so sower.

The new Order of the Land^ (5^' the Lands new Order.

To secure men their Lives, Liberties and Estates By arbitrary Power, as it pleaseth the Fates To take away Taxes, by imposing great Rates, And to make us a Playster by breaking our Pates. The new Order of the Land, dr* the Lands new Order.

To sit and consult for ever and a day. To counterfeit Treason by a Parliamentary way, To quiet the land by a tumultuous sway. New Plots to devise, then them to betray. The new Order, &>€.

To leave all Votes free by using of Force. That one make Petitions for Counties by course. To make Pym as great as his Mothers great Horse, Which William left Agnus, though his meaning was worse. The new Order, &>€.

To encourage good Souldiers by cashiering the Band, To hearten brave Spirits by expelling the Land,

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To quit Digby and Deering, whom they can't understand. To frame not new Laws, but new Words, if well scan'd. The new Order ^ &'c.

To put by brave Doctors, because th'are not taught, To set for Preachers men, very well wrought, Who all the day fish, but nothing ere caught ; This, Bretheren, were good, if not very naught. The new Order, &=€.

To send men their Zealots to Heaven in a string. Who else to Confusion Religion will bring, Who say the Lords Prayer is a Popish thing, Who pray for themselves, but leave out their King. The new Order of the Land, and the Lands new Order.

A Song. To the Tune of Cuckolds all a-row.

KNow this my Brethren Heaven is clear, And all the clowds are gone. The righteous men shall flourish now

Good dayes are comming on ; Come then my Brethren and be glad,

And eke rejoyce with me. Lawn sleeves and Rochets shall go down, And hey then up go we.

Part I. Rump Songs. 15

Wee'l break the Windows which the Whore

Of Babylon hath painted, And when the Popish Saints are down,

Then Burges shall be Sainted ; There's neither Crosse nor Crucifix

shall stand for men to see, Romes trash and trumpery shall go down,

And hey then up go we.

What ere the Popish hands have built,

Our Hammers shall undoe, Wee'l break their Pipes, and bum their Copes,

And pull down Churches too j Wee'l exercise within the Groves,

And teach beneath a Tree, Wee'l make a Pulpit of a Cask,

And hey then up go we.

Wee'l down with all the Versities^

Where Learning is profest, Because they practice and maintain

The language of the Beast ; Wee'l drive the Doctors out of doors,

And parts what ere they be ; Wee'l cry all Arts and Learning down,

And hey then up go we.

Wee'l down with Deans and Prebends too,'

And I rejoyce to tell ye How that we will eat Pigs our fill.

And Capon by the belly ; Wee'l burn the Fathers Learned Books,

And make the School-men flee ; Wee'l down with all that smells of wit,

And hey then up go we.

1 6 Rump Songs. Part I.

If once the Antichristian crew

Be crush'd and overthrown, Wee'l teach the Nobles how to stoop,

And keep the Gentry down ; Good manners have an ill report,

And turns to pride we see, Wee'l therefore cry good manners down,

And hey then up go we.

The name of Lords shall be abhorr'd,

for every man's a Brother, No reason why in Church and State

One man should rule another. But when the Change of Government

Shall set our fingers free, Wee'l make the wanton Sisters stoop,

And hey then up go we.

What though the King and Parliament

Do not accord together, We have more cause to be content.

This is our Sun-shine weather ; For if that reason should take place,

And they should once agree, Who would be in a Round-heads case ?

And hey then up go we.

What should we do then in this case,

Let's put it to a venture, If that we hold out seven years space,

Wee'l sue out our indenture, A time may come to make us rue,

And time may set us free, Except the Gallows claim his due.

And hey then up go we.

Part I. Rump Songs. 17

Tfie Humble Petition of the House of Commons.

IF Charles thou wilt but be so kind To give us leave to take our mind, Of all thy store. When we thy Loyal Subjects, find Th'ast nothing left to give behind, Wee'l ask no more.

First, for Religion, it is meet We make it go upon new feet,

'Twas lame before : One from Geneva would be sweet, Let Warwick fetch't home with his Fleet,

Wee'U ask no more.

Let us a Consultation call

Of Honest men, but Round-heads all,

God knows wherefore ; Allow them but a place to baul 'Gainst Bishops Courts Canonical,

Wee'll ask no more.

Let him be hang'd a Surplice wears. And Tippet on his shoulders bears,

Raggs of the Whore ; Secure us from our needlesse fears, Let and Burton have their ears,

Wee'll ask no more.

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i8 Rump Songs. Part I.

Reform each University,

And in them let no Learning be,

A great Eye-sore ; From hence make Homes Arminians flee, That none may have free-will_,but wee,

Wee'll ask no more.

\Lest the Elect should go astray, Let Coblers teach you the right way To Heavens door ; And lest their soles should wear away, Let them their Sisters underlay,

Wee'll ask no more.

Next from the Bishops Hierarchy, Oh the word sounds but scurvily,

Let's hear't no more ; It ne're was taught the Apostles by, Lay-Elders may the place supply,

Wee'll ask no more.

Next, for the State, we think it fit That Mr. Pym should govern it,

He's very poor : The money that's for Ireland writ. Faith let them have the Devil a bit,

Wee'll ask no more.

For ordering the Militia, Let us ordain a new new way,

Ne're heard before ; Let the Great Council bear the sway, If you will give us leave you may,

Wee'll ask no more.

Part I. Rump Songs. 19

In this we will not be deny'd, Because in you wee'll not confide,

We know wherefore The Citizens their Plate provide, Do you but send in "yours beside,

Wee'll ask no more.

Now if that you'll make Hull your own, There's one thing more we^must set_down

Forgot before ; SHx John shall then give up the Town, \ If you will but resign your Crown, \ Wee'll ask no more.

The Answer to the Petition ^ &c.

I Charles the King will be so kind. To give you leave to take your mind, Of all my store. When I you Loyal Subjects find. And you those Members have resign'd, I askt before.

And when Religion's all your cares, Or London have such heed of theirs,

They had before : When Warwick from Geneva dares, Now Printed, bring the Common-Prayers,

And read them o're.

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ao Rump Songs. Part I.

When all your Consultations tend, To pay what you have made men lend,

None knows wherefore ; When you no more shall say you'll send, And bring me fairly to mine end,

You'll ask no more.

When your Smectymnuus Surplice wears, Or Tippet on his shoulders bears,

Raggs of the Whore ;

When Burton, and Bastwick dares.

With your good leaves, but show their Eares,

They'll ask no more.

When what I borrowed I shall see, Y'have paid each Universitie,

Of th' City store : And Doctors, Chaplains^ Fellows, be Free-willers of pluralitie,

They'll ask no more.

When the elect shall make such hast. By th' Bretheren to be embrac't

In Tubs on floore ; Wlien Coblers they shall preach their last At Conventicles on a Fast,

They'll ask no more.

When Bishops all the House adorns,

And Round-heads for their absence mourns,

A great Eye-sore ; When ev'ry Citizen lesse scorns Lord Wentworth's head, then Essex horns,

You'll ask no more.

Part I. Rump Songs. 21

When you no more shall dare hereafter,

A needlesse thing which gains much laughter,

Granted before ; When Pym is sent to Ireland slaughter, And ne're more hopes to marry my Daughter,

You'll ask no more.

When you have found a clearer way For ordering the Militia,

Then heard before ; When Atkins on the Training day, Sha'nt dare his Office to bewray,

Hee'U ask no more.

When naught to me shall be deny'd, And you shall all in me confide,

Good cause therefore I When Denmark shall for me provide, And now Lord Digby^s on my side.

Ask me no more.

Last, when I shall make Hull my own, This one thing more I must set down,

Forgot before. When I have got into the Town, I'le make ten more besides that Clown,

Kneele and implore.

2 2 Rump Songs. Part I.

To the five Principal Members of the Honour- able House of Commons.

The Humble Petition of the Poets.

AFter so many Concurring Petitions From all Ages and Sexes, and all conditions, We come in the Rear to present our Follies

To Pyni, Stroude, Haslerig^ Hampden, and

And we hope for our labour we shall not be shent, For this comes from Christendom, & not from Kmt; Though set form of Prayers be an Abomination, Set forms of Petitions find great Approbation : Therefore, as others from th' bottom of their souls, So wee from the depth and bottom of our Bowles, According unto the blessed form taught us, We thank you first for the Ills you have brought us, For the Good we receive we thank him that gave it, And you for the Confidence only to crave it. Next in course, we Complain of the great violation Of Privilege (like the rest of our Nation) But 'tis none of yours of which we have spoken Which never had being, untill they were broken : But our is a Privilege Antient and Native, Hangs not on Ordinance, or power Legislative. And first, 'tis to speak whatever we please Without fear of a Prison, or Pursuivants fees. Next, that we only may lye by Authority, But in that also you have got the Priority. Next, an old Custom, our Fathers did name it Poetical license, and alwayes did claim it.

Part I. Rump Songs. 23

By this we have power to change Age in Youth, Turn Non-sence into Sence, and Falshood to Truth ; In brief, to make good whatsoever is faulty, This art some Poet, or the Devil has taught ye : ' And this our Property you have invaded, And a Privilege of both Houses have made it : ^But that trust above all in Poets reposed, That Kings by them only are made and Deposed, This though you carmot do, yet you are willing ; But when we undertake Deposing or Killing, They're Tyrants and Monsters, and yet then the Poet Takes full Revenge on the Villains that do it, And when we resume a Scepter or a Crown, We are Modest, and sfeek not to make it our own. But is't not presumption to write Verses to you, Who make the better Poems of the two, For all those pretty Knacks you do compose, Alas, what are they but Poems in prose. And between those and ours there's no difference, * But that yours want the rhime, the wit and the sense : But for lying (the most Noble part of a Poet) You have it abundantly, and your selves know it, And though you are Modest, and seem to abhor it, 'T has done you good service, and thank He'ven for it : Although the old Maxime remains still in force. That a Sanctified Cause, must have a Sanctified Course : If poverty be a part of our Trade, So far the whole Kingdome Poets you have made, Nay even so far as undoing will do it. You have made King Charles in manner a Poet, But provoke not his Muse, for all the world knows. Already you have had too much of his Prose.

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7^>^ Parliaments Pedigree,

NO Pedigrees nor Projects Of after-times I tell, Nor what strange things the Parliament

In former times befell, Nor how an Emperour got a ^/«^,

Nor how a King a Prince, But you shall hear what Progenies Have been begotten since.

The Devil he a Monster got,

Which was both strong and stout. This many-headed Monster

Did strait beget a Rout : This Rout begat a Parliament,

As Charles he well remembers, The Parliament got Monsters too.

The which begot 77'z/(f Members.

The Members Five did then beget

Most of the House of Peers, The /(?<?rx mis-understandings got

AW Jealousies and Fears; The Jealousies got Horse and Men,

Lest Warrs should have abounded, And I dare say this Horse got Pym,

And he begot a Round-head.

The Round-head got a Citizen,

That great Tax-bearing J/ir//(?, The 7l////<? begot a Parliament .<4xj^,

And he begot a /vt?/.-

Part I. Rump Songs. 25

Some say the Fool got Warwick, And Rich gave him his whole Land,

In zeal Lord Rich got God knows who, And God knows who got H

This H Surplices got down,

And those Church Rites that were, He hath Petitions enough each day.

No need of the Lords Prayer : But it's no wonder that's cry'd down.

And that indeed the rather, 'Cause Pym and he two Bastards are,

And dare not say. Our Father.

Now since this is the chiefest thing,

Hath got this great division. Which London for to reconcile.

Hath got this great Munition : The City hath now been refin'd,

From all her Drosse and Pelf, They're now about for to new mold,

And Coyn the Common-wealth.

To those who desire no Peace,

SHould all those various Gales, whose titles are Enrol'd within the Pilots Register, Break from their drowsie Dens, where they have byn Bound up in slumbers, and invade the Main, They could not raise a storm like that which they Raise in the Common-wealth , who would betray

26 Rump Songs. Part I.

Our Peace to Civil War, in which the State

Must bleed it self to death, and have the fate,

After its stock of life is spent, to lye

Buried i'th Rubbish of an Anarchy.

Should Ravens, Bats, and the shrill Owl conspire

To twist their Notes into a General Quire.

And chuse the Mandrake for the Chaunter, they

Could not shrill forth such an ill-boding lay.

Or strains so Jarring, as do those whose throats

Warble the clamorous and untunefull Notes

Of Blood and Death, some whirle-wind, Sirs, has ta'en

Its Lodging up in the Fanatick brain

Of these bold sons of tumult, I dare say

They moulded were of some distemper'd Clay,

Which from its Centre was by Earth-quake torn,

A Tempest shook the world when they were bom ;

Sure from its Sphere the Element of Fire

Is dropt, and does their bosomes now inspire.

The flame lockt up in bold Ravillcuks ume.

Is snatcht from thence, and in their hearts does bum.

Night, open thy black wombe, and let out all

Thy dreadfull furies, yet these furies shall

Not chill my heart with any fear, since day

Has furies shewn, blacker by far than they.

Let Vaux now sleep untill the day of Doom,

Open his eyes, forgotten in his Tomb,

Let none revile his dust, his Name shall be

Extirpated from every History,

To yield a room for others, for 'tis fit

Their Names in place of his should now be writ,

Who think that no Religion can be good,

Unlesse't be writ in Characters of Blood,

No marvail if the Rubrick then must be

Blotted from out the Sacred Liturgie,

Part I. Rump Songs. 27

And those red Letters now no more be known,

They'le have no other Rubrick but their own.

But shall they thus impetuously roule on,

And meet not any Malediction ?

Yes sure, may sleep, that milde and gentle balrae,

Which all unkind distempers does becalme,

Be unto them a torture, may their Dreams

Be all of Murders, Rapes, and such like Theams ;

And when they're spent, may Wolves approach and howle,

To break their slumbers ; may the Bat and Owle,

Before their Gates, to usher in the dayes

Unwellcome light, stretch out their direful! layes ;

'Mongst their disordered humors, may there be

A deadly Feud, and fatal mutiny ;

May sudden flames their houses melt away.

And Feavers burn their houses too of Clay j

May all their faculties and sences be

Astonisht by some drousie Lethargie,

That there may be allow'd them only sence

Enough to feel the pangs of Conscience,

Griping their souls, that they who thought it sin

To have peace without, may have no peace within.

a^;5«^'lg;^^€;355^^^fii^l^^

Tlie French Report.

ME have of late been in England Vere me have seen much sport, l)e raising of de Parliament,

Have quite pull'd down de Court,

28 Rump Songs. Part I.

De King and Queen dey seperate,

And rule in Ignorance, Pray judge ye Gentlemen, if dis

Be a la mode de France.

A vise man dere is like a Ship

Dat strikes upon de shelves, Dey Prison all, Behead and Whip

All viser den demselves, Dey send out men to fetch deyr King,

Who may come home perchance, Oh fye, fye, fye, it is be Gar

Not a la mode de France.

Dey raise deyr Valiant Prentices,

To guard deyr Cause with Clubs, Dey root deyr Bishops out of doors,

And Presh demselves in Tubs, De Cobler and de Tinker too,

Dey will in time advance, Pox take dem all, it is {Mort Dieu)

Not a la mode de France.

Instead of bowing to deyr King,

Dey vex him with Epistles, Dey furnish all deyr Souldiers out

With Bodkins, Spoons, and Whistles, Dey bring deyr Gold and Silver in,

De Brownists to advance. But if dey be cheat of it all,

^Tiz a la mode de France.

But if when all deyr wealth is gone, Dey turn unto deyr King,

Part I.

Rump Songs.

Dey will make all amends again,

Den merrily we will sing, VIVE LE ROY, VIVE LE ROY,

Vee'le Sing, Carouse and Dance, De English men have done fort Bon,

And a la mode de France.

A Loyal Subjects Oath.

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THis is my Oath, for ever to despise, With heart and soul and all my Faculties The Kings proud foes, and with my life subdue All that to his Sacred Majesty are not true. To execute his Precepts with my Blood, So far as Conscience dictates it is good ; To make my body a BuUwark 'gainst his foes. And to maintain his red and whitest Rose, Venture Life and I-iving, Sword and Muse, Still to uphold the Glorious Flower-de-luce : To be the same to Prince, and Duke of York, Or for a cursed Jew that eats no Pork, Let me be Cursed, and receive the Curse Hangs over Fym, and Hothani, and a worse I cannot wish, he that denyes this Oath, Let these, and my Curse, light upon them both.

30 "^ Rump Songs. Part I.

Short and Sweet.

Wise men suffer, good men grieve, Knaves devise, and Fools believe, Help, O Lord, send ayd unto us, Else Knaves and Fools will quite undoe us.

To the City of London.

TEH me Cittz, what ye lack. That the Knaves of the Pack, Ye do not see forth comming. Love ye Treason so well, That ye neither buy nor sell,

But keep a noise with your Drumming.

What is't that you guard,

With your double watch and ward.

Your own wares, or your wifes things, If down come the Blades, Then down go the Trades,

They'll not leave a dead or a live thing.

What doth your profit say. When shall we see the day,

That money shall be paid in, Great Strafford he is dead. Ye have cut off his head.

And the Bishops all are laid in.

Part I. Rump Songs. 3'i

And yet you grow poor, As any Common whore,

That hath been long a fading ; There's no man will buy, Ye may leave to swear and lie.

As ye use to do in your trading.

There's something Behind That lies in the winde

And brings you thus to nothing, What doth then remain ? O the Parliament must raign,

And you'll have A King and no King. ^

But though their power can From a Woman turn a Man,

If they please so to declare him ; Yet let them take heed. The King is King indeed,

And the Souldiers cannot spare him.

Is't nothing ye think 24. in a Lifik

Kings that make his succession : Besides for our Good, Three Princes of the Brood,

And three Kingdoms in Possession.

, And all his Vertues too Should be something to you.

If they could ought amend you ; But 'cause Hee's Chaste and Just, You'd have Cruelty and Lust,

Another King Harry God send you.

32 Rump Songs. Part I.

But if you mean to thrive, And keep your trades alive,

And bring to your City treasure) Give the King his full Rate, As well as to the State,

And let Him have London measure.

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The Players Petition to the Parliament.

HEroick Sirs, you glorious nine or ten, That can depose the King, and the Kings men. Who by your Sublime Rhetorick agree, That prisons are the Subjects libertie : And though we sent in silver at great rates, You plunder, to secure us our Estates. Your serious subtilty is grown so grave. We dare not tell you how much power you have, At least you dare not hear us ; how you frown If we but say, King Pym wears Charles his Crown, Such a word's Treason, and you dare not hear it, Treason to speak it, and yet not to wear it. O wise mysterious Synod, what shall we Do for such men as you e're forty three Be half expir'd, and an unlucky season Shall set a period to Triennial Treason, When the fields pitcht, and some, for all their skill, Shall fight a Bloody Battel on Tower-Hill; Where Master Pym, your wise judicious SchoUar, Ascends his Throne, and takes his Crown in CoUer ; When Canterbury coming forth shall wonder You have so long secur'd him from the Thunder

Part I. Rtimp Sofigs. 33

Oft King-hunting Prentices, and the Mayor Shall jussel zealous Isaack from his Chair. Fore-seeing Brookes, thou drewst a happy lot, Twas a wise Bolt, although 'twas quickly shot ; But whilst you live, our loude Petition craves. That we the true Subjects, and the true Slaves, May in our Comick mirth and Tragick rage, Set up the Theatre, and shew the Stage, The shop of truth and fancy, and we Vow Not to Act any thing you disallow : We will not dare at your strange Votes to J ear. Nor personate King Pym with his State-flear ; Aspiring Cataline shall be forgot. Bloody Sejamis, orVho e're would Plot Confusion to a State ; the Warrs betwixt The Parliament, and just Henry the sixt, Shall have no thought or mention, cause their power, Not only plac'd, but left him in the Tower ; Nor yet the Grave advice of Learned Pym, Make a Malignant, and then Plunder him. All these and such like actions as may mar Your soaring Plots, and shew you what you are, We will omit, lest that your mention shake 'um, Why should the men be wiser then you make 'um. Methinks there should not such a difference be 'Twixt our profession and your quality, You meet, plot, talk, consult, with minds immense, The like with us, but only we speak sense Inferiour unto you ; we can tell how To depose Kings, there we are more then you, Although not more than what you would ; then we Likewise in our vast Privilege agree, Only yours are the longer ; and controules, Not only Lives and Fortunes, but mens Souls ,

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34 Rump Songs. Part I.

For you declare by ^nigmatick sense,

A Privilege over mens Conscience,

As if the Trinity would not consent

To save a Soul without the Parliament.

Wee make the People laugh at some vain shew,

And as they laugh at us, they doe at you j

But then i'th Contrary we disagree,

For you can make them cry faster then wee :

Your Tragedies more really are exprest.

You murder men in Earnest, wee in Jest.

There we come short : But if you foUow't thus.

Some wise men fear you will come short of us.

Now humbly, as we did begin, Wee pray.

Dear School-masters, you'd give us leave to play

Quickly before the King come, for we wou'd

Be glad to say y'ave done a little good

Since you have sate, your Play is almost done.

As well as oiurs, would it had ne'er begim ;

For we shall see, e'er the last Act be spent,

Enter the King, Exeunt the Parliament.

And hey then up go we, who by the frown

Of guilty Consciences have been kept down :

So may you still remain, and sit and Vote,

And through your own beam see your brothers mote,

Until a legal trial do shew how

You us'd the King, and hey then up goe you :

So pray your humble Slaves with all their powers,

That they may have their due, and you have yours.

Part I. Rtimp Songs. 35

A Madrigall on justice, alluding to the Parliament.

Justice is here made up of Might, With two left hands, but ne're a right. And men that are well-sighted, find This Justice sits with both eyes blind : Yet though the Matron cannot see, She holds that edg'd Sword, Cruelty, Which that it may not rust, she whets In cutting off the Islands Teats, Who long since did Anathemize Englands too too much seeing eyes. Because they have been found to be Guilty of Wit and Piety:

All this and more they rudely vent, By Privilege of Parliament.

All former Laws fall head-long down,

And are themselves now lawless grown ;

Equity hath been lately try'd,

And Right it self been rectifi'd ;

The rules that shew a Christian how

To live, must all be ruled now ;

The lesson here t© learn, is brought,

And Ethicks better manners taught ;

Religion, and the Churches wealth,

Of late deprived of their health.

Were brought to th' House, that they might be

Cured of their Integrity ;

We found a seam for this great rent.

By Privilege of Parliament.

36 Rump Songs. Part I.

Most men do now the Buttocks lick

Of their great body Politick ;

For not the head, but breech, is it

By which the Kingdom now doth sit ;

The world is chang'd, and we have Choyces,

Not by most Reasons, but most Voyces,

The Lion's trod on by the Mouse,

The lower is the upper House :

As once from Chaos order came,

So do their orders Chaos frame,

And smoothly work the Lands delusion,

By a Methodical Confusion ;

These are the things that lately went

By Privilege of Parliament.

They would not have the kingdom fall By an Ignoble Funeral ; But piously prefer the Nation To a renowned Decollation, The feet, and lower parts^ 'tis sed. Would trample on, and off the head. What ere they say, this is the thing, They love the Charles, but hate the King; To make an even Grove, one stroke Should lift the Shrubb unto the Oake; Anew-found musick they would make, A Gamut, but no Ela take.

This is the pious good intent

Of Privilege of Parliament.

In all humilitie they crave Their Soveraign, to be their Slave; Desiring him, that he would be Betray'd to them most loyally :

Part I. Rump Songs. 37

For, it were Meekmsse sure in him To be a Vice-Roy unto Pym; And if he would a while lay down His Scepter, Majestie, and Crown, He should be made for time to come The greatest Prince in Christendom. Charles at this time not having need, Thank'd them as much as if he did.

This is the happy wish'd event

Of Privilege of Parliament.

Pym, that ador'd Publicola,

Who play'd the base

Who got a Lust to sacrifice The Heroe to the Peoples Eyes, Whose back-from-Hell-fetch'd-knaverie By some is nick-nam'd policie, Would be a Lyon with a pox, When at the best hee's but a Fox; And just like him that set on fire The hallowed EpJiesian Spire, Hath purchas'd to be largely known. In that he is an Addage grown :

All this to honest John is lent.

By Privilege of Parliament.

The Valiant House was not afeard,

To pull our Aaron by the Beard ;

To hide dark deeds from Gazers sights.

Strove to blow out the Churches Lights,

That squares might run round as their head.

They long to have the Rochet sped :

They Vote down Universities,

Lest men from thence become too wise,

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38 Rtinip Songs. Part I.

And their benighted deeds display, Whose works of darknesse hate the day ; Hence they prefer in every Town, The Petticoat before the Gown ;

These blessings to the Land are sent

By Privilege of Parliament.

They put forth Orders, Declarations, Unacted Laws, and Protestations, Of which all can be said, is this, The whole is one Parenthesis, Because the sence (without all doubt) Were ne're the lesse, were all left out. Petitions none must be presented, But what are by themselves invented, Else they not heal, but Cicatrize, And from the cure a Scar doth rise, Though Holy Cut, the fault commit, Yet Long-tail must be paid for it ;

Unto this wound was laid a Tent,

By Privilege of Parliament.

They paid the Scottish debt, and thus. To be more honest, they rob'd us : They feed the poor, with what think ye, Why sure with large Calamity, And once a month they think it fitting To fast from sin, because from sitting, They would have winde and storms supprest, To drive the Hallcyon from her Nest ; Charles is a Picture, they make bold To use the Scepter he should hold : They'd pull down one, but give as good A Golden Crown, made up of Wood,

Part I.

Rump Songs.

And thus is Justice justly rent, By Privilege of Parliament.

The Call.

Hoe Yes,

IF there be any Traytor, Viper, or Wigeon, That will fight against God for the true Religion, That to maintain the Parliaments Votes, Of all true Subjects will cut the throats, That for the King and his Countries good, Will consume all the Land with Fire and Blood.

I say. If any such Traytor, Viper, Mutineer, be bom, Let him repair to the Lord with the double gilt Horn.

Englands Woe.

I Mean to speak of Englands sad fate, To help in mean time the King, and his Mate, That's ruled by an Antipodian State,

Which no body can deny.

But had these seditious times been when We had the life of wise Poet Ben, Parsons had never been ParHament men.

Which no body can deny.

40 Rump Songs. Part I.

Had Statesmen read the Bible throughout, And not gone by the Bible so round about, They would have ruled themselves without doubt,

Which no body can deny.

But Puritans now bear all the sway, They'll have no Bishops as most men say, But God send them better another day.

Which no body can deny.

Zealous P has threatned a great downfall.

To cut off long locks that is bushy and small, But I hope he will not take ears and all.

Which no body can deny.

P Burton, sayes women that's lewd and loose.

Shall wear no stallion locks for a bush. They'll only have private boyes for their use.

Which no body can deny.

They'll not allow what pride it brings. Nor favours in hats, nor no such things, They'll convert all ribbands to Bible strings,

Which no body can deny.

God blesse our King and Parliament,

And send he may make such K repent.

That breed our Land such discontent.

Which no body can deny.

And blesse our Queen and Prince also.

And all true Subjects both high and low,

The Brownings can pray for themselves you know,

Which no body can deny.

Part I.

Rump Songs.

41

H

Upon Ambition.

Occasioned by the Accusation of the Earl of Strafford, in the year 1640.

Ow uncertain is the State Of that greatnesse we adore, When Ambitiously we sore,

And have ta'en the glorious height, 'Tis but Ruine gilded o're,

To enslave us to our fate, Whose false Delight is easier got, then kept, Content ne'er its gaudy Pillow slept.

Then how fondly do we try,

With such superstitious care, To build Fabricks in the Ayr ?

Or seek safety in that sky. Where no Stars but Meteors are.

That portend a ruine nigh ? And having reacht the object of our aynie, We find it but a Pyramid of flame.

The Argument.

WHen the unfetter'd Subjects of the Seas, The Rivers, found their silver feet at ease, No sooner summon'd, but they swiftly went To meet the Ocean, at a Parliament :

42 Rump Songs, Part I.

Did not the petty Fountains say their King, The Ocean, was no Ocean, but a Spring ? As now some do the Power of Kings dispute, And think it lesse, 'cause more is added to't.

Pale Ignorance, can the excesse of store Make him seem poorer then he was before ? The Stars, the Heavens, inferiour Courtiers, may Govern Nights Darknesse, but not rule the Day ; Where the Sun Lords it, should they all Combine With Lucia in her brightest dresse, to shine. Their light's but faint : Nor can he be subdu'd. Although but one, and they a Multitude.

Say Subjects, are you Stars ? be it allow'd.

You justly of your numbers may be proud,

But to the Sun inferiour ; for know this,

Your Light is borrow'd, not your Own, but His :

And as all streams into the Ocean run,

You ought to pay your Contribution ;

Then do not such Ingratitude oppresse.

To make him low, that could have made you lesse.

The Character of a RoundJuad. 1641.

WHat Creature's this with his short hairs, His little band and huge long ears. That this new faith hath founded. The Puritans were never such. The Saints themselves, had ne'er so much, Oh, such a knave's a Roundhead.

Part I. Rump Songs. 43

What's he that doth the Bishops hate, And count their Calling reprobate,

Cause by the Pope propounded. And saies a zealous Cobler's better. Then he that studieth every letter,

Oh, such a knave's a Roundhead.

What's he that doth high Treason say, As often as his yea and nay,

And wish the King confounded. And dare maintain that Master Pym, Is fitter for the Crown then him.

Oh, such a rogue's a Roundhead.

What's he that if he chance to hear, A piece of London's Common-Prayer,

Doth think his Conscience wounded. And goes five miles to preach and pray. And lyes with's Sister by the way,

Oh, such a rogue's a Roundhead.

What's he that met a holy Sister, And in an Hay-cock gently kist her.

Oh ! then his zeal abounded. Close underneath a shady willow, Her Bible serv'd her for her pillow.

And there they got a Roundhead.

44 Rump Songs. Part I.

A Curtain Lecture.

The Tune, Cannot keep her Lips together. ILL you please to hear a Song,

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Through it want both rime and reason, It was pend to do no wrong.

But for description at this season, Of he or she what e're they be.

That wish Church-orders quite confounded, Yet makes a shew, where e're they go,

Of Fervent zeal : I mean a Roundhead.

First hee'l have a smoothing tongue,

Next hee'l learn for to dissemble, And when he hears of willfull wrong,

He'll sigh and look as he would tremble, The next of all then let him fall.

To praise mens hearts in secret bravery, A speaking still against all ill,

That is the Cloak to hide their Knavery.

Let Charity be used much,

In words at length and not in action. It is the Common use of such,

Not to do, but give direction, They'l be loath to swear an Oath,

By yea and nay, you may believe them. But for their gains, they will take paines,

To cheat and ly, and never grieve them.

The Common-Prayer they like it not, For they are wise and can make better,

Part I. Rump Songs. 45

And such a Teacher they have got,

Confutes it all in word and letter ; For he can rayle mens hearts to quaile

With deep damnation for their sinning, But to amend they ne're intend,

And to transgress they're now beginning.

But here is a very worthy man,

That undertakes more than he is able, That in a Tub sometimes will stand,

In Hey-bam, Sheep-house, or a Stable, That all the Rout that comes about

To hear his Doctrines, Saints he calls them, ^ They vow and swear they nere did hear

Such worthy things as he hath told them.

They will not hear of Wedding Rings

For to be used in their Mariage, But say they are Superstitious things,

And doth Religion much disparage, They are but vain, and things prophane,

AVherefore now no Wit be-speaks them So to be t/d unto the Bride, ^

But do it as the Spirit moves them.

No Pater-J^oster nor no Creed

In their Petitions never mention. And hold there's nothing good indeed

But what is done by their pretention, Prayers that are old in vain they hold, •^

And can with God no favour merit. Therefore they will nothing say,

But as they are moved by the Spirit.

46 Rump Songs. Part I.

The wisest Schools they count but Fools,

Which do no more than they have taught them For Brownists they can preach and pray

With Wits their Fathers never bought them ; Then I perceive that wit they have

They gather it by Inspiration, No Books they need to learn to read,

If all be true of their relation.

Only the Horn-book I would have

Them practice at their beginning. That you the better may perceive

The Fruits that comes by fleshly sinning. Neverthelesse I would express

All other Books that now are used, Least that the Ghost that leads you most

By too much Art to be abused.

Their Hair close to their Heads they crop

And yet not only for the fashion, But that the Eare it should not stop

From hearing of some rare Relation : Therefore his Fares he will prepare

To hearken to an Holy Brother, That in regard he may be heard

From one side of the Barne to th' other.

They count their Fathers were but Fools,

Which formerly became such Debters, To spend their Means upon the Schools,

To teach their Sons a few fond Letters, The Christ Crosse-row's enough to know,

For 'tis the Horn that must exalt 'em, Their Gen'ral Vows his Antler'd Brows

Shall gore the Proudest dare assault 'em.

Part I. Rump Songs. 47

At the last when they must part,

Male and Female go together Joynd in hand, and joyn'd in heart.

And joyn'd a little for their pleasure. First for a Kisse they will agree,

And what comes next you may conjecture. So that the Wicked do not see,

And so break up the Roundheads Lecture.

A Mad World My Masters.

WE have a King and yet no King, For he hath lost his Power, For 'gainst his Will his Subjects are Imprison'd in the Tower.

We had some Laws (but now no Laws)

By which he held his Crown, And we had Estates and Liberties '

But now they're voted down.

We had Religion ; but of late /

That's beaten down with Clubs,

Whilst that Prophanesse Authoriz'd '^ Is belched forth in Tubs.

We were free Subjects born, but now

We are by force made Slaves, By some whom we did count our Friends,

But in the end prov'd Knaves.

48 Rump Songs. Part I.

And now to such a grievous height

Are our Misfortunes grown, That our Estates are took away

By tricks before ne're known.

For there are Agents sent abroad

Most humbly for to crave Our Almes : but if they are deny'd,

And of us nothing have.

Then by a Vote ex tempore

We are to Prison sent, Mark'd with the Name of Eneviy

Of King and Parliament.

And during our Imprisonment,

Their lawless Bulls do thunder A Licence to their Souldiers

Our Houses for to plunder.

And if their Hounds do chance to smell

A man whose Fortunes are Of some Account, whose Purse is full,

Which now is somewhat rare.

A Monster now Delinquent term'd,

He is declar'd to be. And that his Lands as well as Goods

Sequestred ought to be.

And as if our Prisons were too good,

He is to Yarmouth sent By vertue 01 a Warrant from

The King and Parliament.

Part I. Rump Songs. 49

Thus is our Royal Soveraigns name

And eke his Power infus'd, And by the vertue of the same

He and all His abus'd.

For by this Means his Castles now

Are in the power of those Who treacherously with Might and Maine

Do strive him to depose.

Arise therefore brave British men,

Fight for your King and State, Against those Trayterous men that strive

This Realm to Ruinate.

'Tis Pym, 'tis Fym, and his Colleagues, tX

That did our woe engender, Nought but their Lives can end our Woes,

And us in safety render.

hkhkikhkik^hk^^^^&^Ms^hk&iMm,

The Riddle.

S -Hall's have a Game at Put, to pass away the time, X-pect no foul-play ; though I do play the Knave I- have a King at hand, yea that I have : C- Cards be ye true, then the Game is mine. R-ejoyce my Heart, to see thee then repine. A-that's lost, tliat's Cuckolds luck. T-rey comes like Qualer, lo pull down ihc Buck.

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50 Ru7np Songs. Part I.

An Answer to a Love-Elegy (written from

LP. one of the Five Members^ to his

Delightfull Friend) in Latin.

WHat Latin Sir ? why there is no man That e're thought you an English-Roman. Your Father Horse could teach you none, Nor was it e're your Mother tongue, Your Education too assures Me, that your Poem is not yours : Besides, I thought you did detest The Language of the iMtin Beast, But now your Impudence I see Did hereby shew its Modesty ; Each syllable would blush you thought. If it had bin plain English taught, And that your foul debauched stuff Might do its Errand fast enough. Forsooth your Wisedoni thought it meet That Words might run to give 'em feet. Pardon me. Sir, I'm none of those That love Love-verse, give me your Prose, I wish each Verse to make delay, Had tum'd lame Scazon by the way, I read a Hell in every line Of your Polluted Fescennitie; Your Verses stunk ; to keep 'em sweet You should have put Socks on their Feet. And that tlic Answer wliich I shall Now write, may be Methodicall,

Part I. Rump Songs. 5 1

I'le briefly make ('tis not amiss)

An AnacephalcBOsis.

And first I look'd for Nestor ; when

Mere Cupid trickl'd from your Pen,

Who was your Father, you make proof

By your Colt's tooth, though not your hoof,

She that was great with you, you hold

Did not lye in, but was with fole'd.

I wonder one so old, so grave

Should yet such Youth, such Lightnesse have ;

Of the Five Members you alone

Shall be esteem'd the Privy One,

Who (like the Gnosficks) preach your Text,

Increase and Multiply, and next

Convincing Doctrines you deduce.

Put out the Lights, and make Use.

You say I am a Maid exceeding

Apt to be taught by you good breeding.

But where there's breeding, it is said

There's none, unlesse a broken Maid

Turn Papist, (Stallion) they'le dispence

With Whoredom, by an Indulgence,

Turn Fryer, that thou mayst be free

At once with a whole Nunnery,

There 'twill be vertue to ride on

The Purple Whore of Babylon

Thou mayst as soon turn Turk, as King,

And that, O that's the tempting thing

That thou mayst glut thy Appetite

With a Seraglio of Delight.

I am no Proserpine, that thus

I should desire an Iiuubus :

But you must vote (if Me you'lc win)

No Fornication to be Sin,

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52 Rump Songs. Part I.

You say the House takes it not well The King 'gainst Rebells should Rebell ; And that's the reason why you stand To be Dictator of the Land, Which mov'd me to a mighty toyle Of getting Vardygrease and Oyle. 'Cause such Itch-Med'cine is a thing That's fittest to anoint you King. You say youl'd undertake and do Wonders, would I undergo you, For my sake you would Cobler play. Your Trade should be to underlay, For Me you'd your chiefest blood. Pray spend it on the Sisterhood, You wish to dye in those great Fights Of Venus, where each Wound delights, And should I once to Heaven take wing, Youl'd follow me, though in a string ; Thank you (good Sir) it is our Will You your last Promise doe fulfill ; There's nothing spoke that pleaseth us Like your {^In fnnes Cediilus) Next come those idle Twittle-twats, Which calls me many God-knows-whats, As hallowed, beautifull, and faire, Supple and kind, and Debotiaire. You talk of 'Women that did wooe, When I am mad Pie do so too ; Then that my Father may not spye The coupling of you and I, He shall be guiltlessly detected, As a true Subject ill-affected. And so the Protestant shall lye In Gaol for fear of Popery.

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(From hence it is that every Town, Almost is now a Prison grown, Where Loyalty lies fetter'd, then You do commit more sins than men.) But those your words I have thought best, Should punisht be by being prest ; And that this Body Politick May then be well, which now lyes sick. May the Greek n, that fatal Tree, This Spring bear all such fruit as thee.

The Penitent Traytor.

The Humble Petition of a Devonshire Gentleman who was Condemned for T REASON, and Executed for the same, An. j 641.

To the Tune of Fortune my Foe, &^c.

ATtend good Christian People to my story, A sadder yet was never brought before ye ; Let each man learn here like a good Disciple, To shun foul Treason, and the tree that's Triple.

Long time I liv'd in the Country next to Cornwall, And there my Children were both breed and bom all, Great was my Credit, as my debts did speak. And now I'le shew you why my neck must break.

54 Rump Songs. Part I.

There being a Parliament called in September, I was for th' Commons an Elected Member, And though there were besides above four hundred Yet I at last was for the fifth part numbred.

For first, I join'd with some whom Piety Made Knaves, lest such their Fathers prov'd should be ; Their Ignorance to sin enjoyned many Voyces, Which made bad Speeches, but Excellent Noyses.

Thus by my faction the whole House was sway'd, All sorts of people flockt to me for Ayd ; They brought me Gold and Plate in Huggar Muggar, Besides eight hundred pounds worth in Loaf-sugar.

What e're the Grievance was, I did advise They should Petitions bring in Humble Avise, Which I did frame my self, & thus did rook them, They paid me when I gave, and when I took them.

By this I gained, and by the Money-Pole, Which paid my debts, loooo pounds i'th whole, My Childrens Portions too, with much content, I paid in State, by Acts of Parliament.

Thus though I make all Jesuits fly the Nation, My self did practise much Equivocation, For oft I Vow'd the Common-wealth as ht)ney Was sweet to me, but I, by wealth, meant money.

And lest my Plots should after be unmasked, And how I got such Wealth, chance to be asked, I cast about how I might gain such power, As mi ght from Justice safely me secure.

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Then first I labour'd to divest the Crovm,

Of all Prerogatives, and bring them down ;

First, to both Houses, and then but one should have them,

Five Members next, and last my self would have them.

Because I knew the State would not admit Such Change, unlesse the Church did Usher it, I left the old Religion for advantage. Endeavouring to set up one that did want age.

Which when all Learned Levites did withstand, (Regarding Gods Word more then my command) I such supprest, and made (for which I woe am) The basest people Priests, like Jeroboam.

Then each profession sent out Teachers,"- thoq

Then both the Universities could doe

To handle a Text the Good-wifes fingers itches,

And vows she'll preach with her Husband for the Breeches.

By this new Godly lives but few did gain, The rest for want of Trading they complain, I told them 'twas a wicked Counsellors plot, And till his head went off, their wares would not.

This Great mans guilt was Loyalty and Wisdom, Which made me cast about to work his Doom ; The Sword of Justice was too short to do't, 2000. Clubs must therefore jerk it out.

He being knockt down, some others for the like Crime, Were sent to Prison, some escapt in time ;

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Thus Law and Equity in awe was kept here,

And Clubs were taught how to controul the Scepter.

We took from th' Upper-house Votes five times five, And they aym'd all the Kings Voyce Negative, Which to effect we did an Order make, That what he would not give, our selves would take.

Then we petition'd that the Forts and Towers, And all the strength o'th Kingdom might be ours, And thus to save the King from Soveraign dangers. As if he had better Fall by Us than Strangers.

Whilst he denyes they Legally are stay'd on By a Law call'd, Resolv'd upon the Question, But still his Chief strength was above our Arts, His righteous Cause, and loyal Subjects hearts.

Being Arm'd with these, by Heaven he was so blest, That he soon honour Got, and all the rest, Bringing all such to punishment endignant, As were of my Contrived part. Malignant.

O Tyburn, Tyburn; O thou sad Tryangle, A vyler weight on thee ne'er yet did dangle. See here I am at last with Hemp to mew, To give thee what was long before thy due.

How could I bless thee, could'st thee take away My Life and Infamy both in one day ; But this in Ballads will survive I know, Sung to that preaching tune, Fortune 7ny Foe.

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Then mark good Christian people, and take heed, Use not rehgion for an upper weed, Serve God sincerely, touch not his Anointed, And then your Necks shall never be disjoynted.

God bless the King, the Queen, and all the Chilciivn, (And pardon me all, that I 'gainst them have ill uuii^j May one of that brave Race still rule this Nation, And now I pray you sing the Lamentation.

The Passage of a Coach travelling io Dover.

THe Foundation of the Coach, a Guilty Coiiscieiue. The Axel tree, Ambition and Cruelty. The Wheels, Fears and Jealousies. The Reins, too much liberty and licentiousness.

The six Yioxsts, Jive Members and K

The Postillion, Captain Venne.

The Coach-man, Isaac Pemiington Lord Maior :

In the two ends of the Coach sate Essex and B — — In the Boots sate Say and Seal, and the sileiit Speaker. On the hinder part of the Coach was written this Ana- gram.

Robert Devereux General Never duller Oxe greater Rebel.

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After the Coach follows Straffords Ghost, crying, Drive on, Drive on, Revenge, revenge.

As this Coach was going through the City it was staid by a Cojirt of Guard, who cry'd, Whereas our Mony ? w/ure's our Plate ? the Speaker said, Ye have the Publick Faith for't. Whereupon they passed towards Gravesend, where they stayed at the Sign of the Hope, where was the Earl of Warwick, with a Ship called the Carry- Knave.

The Five Members Thanks to the Parliament.

NOw tend your ear a while To a tale that I shall tell. Of a lusty lively Parliament That goes on passing well.

Which makes our Gratious King, a King

Of so much worth and glory, His like is not to be seen or found

In any Humane Story.

Win him who knows how many Crowns,

With losse of two or three, Within so short a time as this,

As Wonder is to see,

The Country eas'd, the Citypleas'd,

O what a World is this ! When upright men did stand at Helme,

How can we fail or miss ?

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And yet beyond all this, the King

Doth in abundance swim, Gramercy K and Stroud S3.y I,

Haslerigge, H Hampden, Pym.

And when as our Church Government

Was fallen into Disorder, As that upon Grosse Popery

It seemed somewhat to border.

So sweet a Course is taken now,

As no man need to fear. For Bishops leam'd, and Learned men

Have nothing to do here :

But every one shall teach and preach,

As best becomes his Sense : And so we'll banish Popery,

And send it packing hence.

Now for that happy Church and State,

Drest up so fine and trym : Gramercy K and Stroud, I say

Haslerigge, H Hampden, Pym.

For Arbitrary Government,

Star- Chamber, High Commission,

They will themselves do all that work, By their good Kings permission.

If any else presume to do't.

They weigh it not a straw. They'll club such sawcy Fellows down,

As Beasts debarr'd of Law.

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And let no Wights henceforth presume

To hold it Rime or Reason, That Judges shall determine what

Is Felony or Treason :

But what the Worthies say is so,

Is Treason to award. Albeit in Councel only spoke,

And at the Councel-board.

I'le shew you yet another thing,

Which you'll rejoyce to see, The Prince and People know that these

Men cannot Traytors be.

Then let our King, our Church and State

Acknowledge as is due, The Benefits they do receive

From this right Divine crue.

And for this Sea of Liberty,

Wherein we yet do swim, Gramercy K and Stroud say I,

Hosier igge, H Hampden, Pym.

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Upon tJie Parliament Fart.

DOwn came Grave Antient Sir John Crooke^ And read his Messuage in a Book ; Very well quoth Will. Norris, it is so, But Mr. PynHs Tayle cry'd No. Fye quoth Alderman Atkins I like not this passage, To have a Fart inter voluntary in the midst of a Message. Then upstarts one fuller of Devotion Than Eloquence, and said, a very ill Motion. Not so neither quoth Sir Henry Jenking, The Motion was good but for the stinking. Quoth Sir Henry Poole 'twas an audacious trick To fart in the face of the Body Politick. ^\r Jerome in Folio swore by the Mass This Fart was enough to have blown a Glass : Quoth then ^\x Jerome the Lesser, such an Abuse Was never offer'd in Poland nor Pruce. Quoth Sir Richard Houghton, a Justice i'th Quorum Would tak't in snufif to have a Fart let before him. If it would bear an Action quoth Sir Thomas Holecraft, I would make of this Fart a Bolt or a Shaft. Then qd. ^w John Moor to his great Commendation I will speak to this House in my wonted fashion. Now surely sayes he, For as much as, How be it. This Fart to the Serjeant we must commit. No quoth the Serjeant, low bending his Knees, Farts oft will break Prisons, but never pay Fees. Besides, this Motion with small reason stands, To charge me with that I can't keep in my hands. Quoth Sir Walter Cope 'twas so readily let, I would it were swccl enough for my Cabinet.

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Why then Sir Walter (quoth Sir William Fleetwood)

Speak no more of it, but bury it with Sweetwood ;

Grave Senate, quoth Duncombe, upon my salvation,

This Fart stands in need of some great Reformation ;

Quoth Mr. Cartwright, upon my Conscience

It would be reformed with a little Frankencense ;

Quoth Sir Roger Aston it would much mend the matter,

If this Fart were shaven, and washt in Rosewater ;

Per verbum Principis, how dare I tell it,

A Fart by hear-say, and not see it, .nor smell it.

I am glad qd. Sam: Lewktior we have found a thing,

That no Tale-bearer can carry it the King,

Such a Fart as this was never seen

Quoth the learned Council of the Queen,

Yes quoth Sir Hugh Breston the like hath been

Let in a dance before the Queen,

Then said Mr. Peak I have a President in store

His Father Farted last Sessions before,

A Bill must be dra%vn then, quoth 'Sixx John Bennet,

Or a selected Committee quickly to pen it,

Why quoth Dr. Crompton no man can draw

This Fart within Compass of the Civil-Law,

Quoth Mr. Jones by the Law't may be done

Being a Fart intayld from Father to Sonne,

In truth quoth Mr. Brooke, this Speech was no lye

This Fart was one of your Post-Naii

Quoth Sir William Paddy a dare-assuram

Though twere contra modestum : 'tis not pmter naturam,

Besides by the Aphorismes of my art

Had he not been deliver'd, h'ad been sick of a Fart ;

Then quoth the Recorder, the mouth of the City,

To have smother'd that Fart had been great pity,

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It is much certain quoth Sir Humphrey Bentwizle, That a Round-fart is better than a stinking fiezle : Have patience Gentlemen, quoth Sir Francis Bacon There's none of us all but may be mistaken ; Why right, quoth the great Attorney I confesse, The Eccho of ones is remedilesse.

T/w old Earle of Bristol's Verses on an Accommodation.

THe Parliament cryes Arme, the Ki?tg sayes No, The New Lieutenants cry Come on, lei's go ; The Citizens and Roundheads cryes So, so ; The People all amaz'd cryes Where's the Foe; The Scots that stand behind the Door cryes Boe, Peace, Stay awhile and you shall know : The King stands still faster than they can go. If that the King by force of Armes prevail.

He is invited to a Tyranny ; If that by power of Parliament he fail,

We heap continual Warre on our Posterity : Then that is not for Accommodation, Loves neither God, nor Church, nor King, nor Nation.

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Rump Songs.

Part I.

The Rump's Hypocricy.

WE fasted first, then pray'd that War might cease, When Praying would not serve, we paid for Peace, And glad we had it so, and gave God thanks. Which made the Irish play the Scotish Pranks. Is there no God ? let's put it to a Vote, Is there no Church ? some Fools say so by rote ; Is there no King, but Fym, for to assent "What shall be done by Act of Parliament ? No God, no Church, no King, then all were well, If they could but Enact there were no Hell.

The Parliaments Hymnes.

OLord preserve the Parliament, And send them long to reign. From three years end to three years end, And so to three again.

Let neither King nor Bishops, Lord,

Whilst they shall be alive, Have power to rebuke thy Saints,

Nor hurt the Members five.

For they be good and godly men.

No sinfull path they Ircad ;

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They now are putting Bishops down, And setting up Round-head.

From Iloldsworth, Bromrigge, and old Shute,

Those able learned Scholars, Good Lord deliver us with speed.

And all our zealous Followers.

From Fielding and from Vavasour,

Both ill affected men ; From Lunsford eke deliver us,

That eateth up Children.

Thy holy Burton, Bastwick,

Lord keep them in thy Bosome ; Eke him that hath kept out the King,

VVorshipfull 'Sax John Hothani.

Put down the King and Hartford, Lord,

And keep them down for aye ; Thy chosen Pym set up on high,

And eke the good Lord Say.

For Warivick wee beseech thee Lord,

Be thou his strong defence, Holland, Brooks, and S shield,

And eke his Oxcellence.

For B and K to

That are both wise and stout. Who have rebuk'd the King of late.

And his ungodly Rout.

Once more we pray for Parliament, That they may sit secure.

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And may their Consultations, From Age to Age endure.

Let all the Godly say Amen,

And let them Praises sing To God and to the Parliament,

And all that hate the King.

The Round-heads Race.

I Will not say for the Worlds store, The World's now drunk, (for did I) The Faction which now reigns would roare, But I will swear 'tis giddy.

And all are prone to this same Fit,

That it their Object make, For every thing runs Round in it.

And no form else will take.

To the Round-Nose Peculiar is

The Ruby and the Rose ; The Round-lip gets away the Kisse,

And that by Favour goes.

The Round-beard for Talke of State,

Carry it at the Club ; The Round-Robin by a like fate

Is Victor in the Tubb.

Hanworths Round-block speak pollicy, The Round-hose Riches draw.

Part I. Ricmp Songs. 6^

The Round-heads for the Gospell bee The Round Copes for the Law.

Tom his Round Garbe so rules all o're,

The pox take him for mee That e're lookes for square dealing more,

And hears an health to thee.

VAji?l.'i,f^,-> J?.A f-..'>f,_'>^f^A.f;-,A /;-.A iT./ft A,-^ ^^ A.•^ ift ■^ A O.rfiA A,«-,J(

wi>><:>: <0>.<3«<I>; Oi <SI>. <0><C5>v<3'; '0;<3>- <I>: <I5>' ta>. ■G>.<2»

On the Queens Departure.

UP, up wronged Charls his friends, what can you be Thus Mantled In a stupid Lethargic, When all the world's in Arms ? and can there be Armies of P^ears abroad and none with thee ? Breath out your souls in sighs, melt into tears, And let your griefs be equal to your fears ; The Sphseres are all a jarring, and their jarres Seems counter-like to Calculate the Starres ; The Inferior Orbes aspire, and do disdaine ; To move at all, unlesse they may attain The highest Room, our Occedentall Sunne Eclips'd by Starres, forsakes his Horizon, Bright Cinthia too (they say) hath hid her face As 'twere Impatient of her Sots disgrace ; And our fears tell us, that unlesse the Sunne Lend us his beams again, the World will run Into another Chaos, where will be Nought but the cursed Fruits of Anarchic ; Sedition, Murder, Rapine, and what's worse None to Implore for Aid ; Oh, hears the Curse, But stay ye Starres, what will ye wish to bee ? More Sunns then one will prove a Prodigie :

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68 Rump Songs. Part I.

To afright the Amazed World, will ye be-night That glorious Lamp, that Fountain of all light, AVill none but SoVs own Chaire, please your desire ? Take heed bold Stars you'le set the world on fire.

Pyms Anarchy.

Ask me no more, why there appears Dayly such troopes of Dragooners ? Since it is requisite, you know ; They rob cum privilegio.

Ask me no more, why th' Gaole confines Our Hierarchy of best divines ? Since some in Parliament agree Tis for the Subjects Liberty.

Ask me no more, why from Blachvall Great tumults come into Whitehall ? Since it 's allow'd, by free consent, The Priviledge of Parliament.

Ask me not, why to London comes So many Musquets, Pikes and Drums ? Although you fear they'll never cease ; 'Tis to protect the Kingdoms peace.

Ask me no more, why little Finch From Parliament began to winch ? Since such as dare to hawk at Kings Can easie clip a Finches wings.

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Ask me no more, why Sti-a^ord's dead, And why they aim'd so at his head ? Faith, all the reason I can give, 'Tis thought he was too wise to live.

Ask me no more, where's all the Plate, Brought in at such an easie rate ? They will it back to th' Owners bring In case it fall not to the King.

Ask me not why the House delights Not in our two wise Kentish Knights ? There Counsell never was thought good, Because it was not understood.

Ask me no more, why Lesley goes To seize all rich men as his foes ? Whilst Country Farmers sigh and sob, Yeomen may beg when Kings do rob.

Ask me no more, by what strange sight Londons Lord Maior was made a Knight ? Since there's a strength, not very far. Hath as much power to make as mar.

Ask me no more, why in this Age 1 sing so sharp without a Cage ? My answer is, I need not fear Since England doth the burden bear.

Ask me no more, for I grow dull,

Why Hotham kept the Town of Jin 117

This answer 1 in brief do sing.

All things were thus whom Fjni was A'

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To my Lord B. of S. he being at York.

My Lord,

WHen you were last at London 'twas our fear, Lest the same Rout which threatned Majesty ^ Might strike at you : 'tis but the same Career To aime at Crorcms, and at the Miter fly. For still the Scepter and the Crosier staffe Together /a//, 'cause they're together safe :

Yet while the sence of Tumults deepest grow, And presse in us, no doubts in you arise \ There still dwelt cahn and quiet in your Brow, As our Distractioiu were your Exercise : And taught us, all assaults, all Llls to beare, Is not to fly from Danger, but from Fear.

That Courage waits you still, some merely rode From Tumults and the Peoples frantick Rage, Counting their safety by their /(2r abode, And so grew safer still at the next Stage : But 'tis not space that shelters you, the rest Secure themselves by Miles, you by your Breast.

And now my Lord, since you have London left, Where Merchants wives dine cheap, & as cheap sup, Where Fools themselves have of their Plate bereft. And sigh and drink in the course Pewter cup. Where's not a Silver Spoon left, not that giv'n than When the first Cochiey was made Christian.

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No not a Bodkin^ Pimase, all they send Or carry all, what ever they can happe on, Ev'n to the pretty Pick Tooth, whose each end Oft purg'd the Relicks of continual Capon.

Nothing must stay behind, nothing must tarry, No not the Ring by which Ao-ds Joan took Harry.

But now no City- Villain, though he were

Free of a Ti-ade and Treason, dares intrude,

No sawcy Prentises assault you there,

Engag'd by their Indentures to be rude :

Whom for the two first years their Masters use Onely to cry down Bishops and cleanse Shooes.

There as in silent Orbes you may ride on. And as in Charles his Wain move without jarres, Your Coach will seem your Constellation, Not drawn about by Horses, but by Stars.

Till seated near the Northern Pole, wee thence Judge your seat Sphear, you its Intelligence.

An Elegie on the Most Reverend Father in

God William, Lord Archbishop of

Canterbury.

Attached the 18. ^December, 1640. Beheaded tlie 10. ^January, 1644.

Most Rez'erend Martyr, Hou, since thy thick Afflictions first begun, Mak'st Diodesiatis dayes all Calmc, and Sun,

T

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And when thy Tragick Annals are compil'd,

Old Persecution shall be Pity styl'd,

The Stake and -Faggot shall be Temp'rate names,

And Mercy wear the Character of Flames : Men knew not then Thrift in the Martyrs breath, Nor weaVd their Lives into a four years Death, Few antient Tyratits do our Stories Taxe, That slew first by Delayes, then by the Axe, But these {Tiberius like) alone do cry, ^Tis to be Recoruird to let Thee dy.

Observe we then a while into what Maze, Compasse, and Circle they contrive Delayes, What Turnes and wilde Perplexities they chuse, Ere they can forge their Slander, and Accuse: The Sun hath now brought his warm Chariot back, And rode his Progress round the Zodiack, When yet no Crime appears, when none can tell, Where thy Guilt sleeps, nor when 'twill break the shell. ' Why is His Sha?fie defer'd ? what's in't that brings Your Justice back, spoyles Vengeance of her Wings ? Hath Mercy seiz'd you ? will you rage no more ? Are Windes grown tame ? have Seas forgot to roar ? No, a wilde fiercenesse hath your minds possest, Which time and sins must cherish and digest : You durst not now let His clear Blood be spilt, You were not yet grown up to such a guilt ; You try if Age, if Seaventy years can Kill : Then y'have your Ends, and you are harmlesse still, But when this fail'd, you do your Paths enlarge. But would not yet whole Innocence discharge ; You'll not be T>evil All, you fain would prove Good at a Distance, within some Remove,

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"Virtue hath sweets which are good Mens due gaine, ** Which Vice could not Deserve, yet would Retaine. This was the Cause, why once it was your Care, That Storms and Tempests in your Siti might share, You did engage the Waves, and strongly stood To make the Water guilty of his Blood. Boats are dispatcht in haste, and 'tis his doome, Not to his Charge, but to his Shipwrack come ; Fond men, your cruel project cannot doe, Tempests and storms must learn to kill from you : When this comes short, he must Waike Pilgrimage, No Coach nor Mtile, that may sustein his Age, Must trace the City (now a Desert rude) And combate salvage Beasts the Multitude. But when his Guardian Innocence can fling, Awe round about, and save him by that King. When the Just cause can fright the Beasts away, And make the Tyger tremble at her prey. When nether Waves dare seize him, nor the Rout ; The storm with Reason, and the storm without : Lost in their streights when Plots have vanquish! bin, And Sin perplext hath no Relief, but Sin. Agents and Instruments now on you fall. You must h^ Judges, People, Waves, and All.

Yet 'cause the Rout will have't perform'd by you, And long to see done what they dare not Doe. You put the Crime to use, it swells your Heape ; Your Sins your own, nor are you Guilty cheap. You Husband All ; there's no Appearance lost. Nor comes he once to th' Bar but at your cost ; A constant Rate well Taxt, and Leiyed right, And d.Just value set upon each sight.

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At last they find the Dayes by their own Purse,

Lesse known from him than what they doe disburse :

But when it now strikes high for him \!appear,

And Chapmen see the Bargain is gro\vn dear ;

They Muster hands, and their hot suits enlarge,

Not to persue the Man, but save the Charge ;

Then least you loose their Custome, (a just fear)

Selling your Shines and others Blood too dear.

You grant their Suits, the Manner, and the Time ;

And he must Dye for what no Law calls Crime.

Th' Afflicted Martyrs, when their pains began,

Their Trajan had, or Dioclesian.

Their Tortures were some Colours, and proceed ;

Though from no Guilt, yet 'cause they disagreed :

What league, vih^X. friendships there? They could not joyn,

And fix the Ark and Dagon in one Shrine.

Faith, combats Faith ; and how agree can they.

That still go on, but still a several way ?

Zeal, Martyrs Zeal, and Heat 'gainst Heat conspires.

As Theban Brothers fight though in their Fires.

Yet as two diff'rent Stars unite their Beams,

And Rivers mingles Waves and mix their Streams ;

And though they challenge each a several Name,

Conspire because their moysture is the same.

So Parties knit, though they be diverse known,

The Me7i are i7iany, but the Christian, one.

Trajan no Trajaii was to his own Heard,

And Tygers are not by the Tygers fear'd.

What strange excesse then ? what's that menstruous Power

When Flames do Flames, and Streams do Streams devour ?

Where the same Faith 'gainst the same Faith doth knock,

And Sheep are Wolves to Sheep of the same Flock ?

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Where Protestant the Protestant defies,

Where both Assent yet one for Dissent dyes ?

Let these that doubt this, through his Actions Wade,

Where some must needs Convince, All xm.y perswade.

Was he Apostate, who your CJmtnpion stood, Bath'd in his Inke before, as now in Blood? He that unwinds the subtle Jesuite, That Feels the Serpetits Teeth, and is not bit ? Unites the Snake finds each Mysterious knot. And turns the Poyson into A?itidot. Doth Nicety with Nicety undoe ? And makes the Labyri?ith the Labyrinth's clew ? That sleight by sleight subdues, and clearly proves. Truth hath her Serpents too, as well as Doves, Now, you that blast his Innocaice, Survey, And view the Triumph of this Glorious day ; Could you (if that might be) if you should come To seal God's cause with your own Martyrdom, (Could all the blood whose Tydes move in their

veins. Which then perhaps were Blood, but now in stains) (Yield it that Force and strength, which it hath took Should we except his Blond) from this his Book, Your Flame or Axe would lesse evince to Men, Your Block and Stake would prop lesse than his Pen ;

Is he Apostate, whom the Baitcs of Rome Cannot seduce, though all her Glories come ? Whom all her specious Honours cannot hold, Who hates the snare although the Hook be Gold? Who Prostituted Titles can despise, And from despised Titles, greater Rise ?

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Whom Names cannot Amuse, but seats withall The Protestant above the Cardinall ? Who sure to his own Soul, doth scorn to find A Crimson cap the Purchase of his Minde ?

" Who is not Great, may blame his Fate's Offence, " Who would not be, is Great in's Conscience. Next these His Sweat and Care how to advance The Church but to Yiex Just Inheritance, How to gain back her Own, yet none Beguile, And make her Wealth her Purchase, nor her spoyle : Then, shape Gods worship to a joynt consent ; 'Till when the seamlesse Coat must still be Pe?it; Then, to repair the Shrines, as Breaches sprung, Which we should hear, could we lend Pauls a Tongue,

Speak, Speak great Monument ! while thou yet art such, And Rear him 'bove their Scandals and their Touch ; Had he surviv'd thou mightst in Time Declare, Vast things may comely be, and Greatest Fair. And though thy Limbs spread high, and Bulk exceed, Thou'dst prov'd that Gyants are no mo7istrous breed : Then 'bove Pxtent thy Lustre would prevaile, And 'gainst Dimension Feature turn the Scale ; But now, like Pyrralis half adopted Birth. Where th' issue part was Woman, Part was Eat^h, Where Female some, and some to stone was Bent, And the otie half was t'others Monument, Thou must imperfect lye, and learn to Groan, Now for his Ruiiu, straightway for thine own : But this and Thousand such Abortives are ; By Bloody Rebels Ravisht from his care ; But yet though some miscarried in their Wombe, And Deeds Still-born have hastned to the Tombe,

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God (that Rewards him now) forbad his store,

Should all lye hid, and he but give ith' Ore.

Many are Stampt, and shapt, and do still shine,

Approv'd at Mint, a firm, and Perfect Coyne.

Witness that Mart of Books that yonder stands.

Bestow'd by him, though by anothers Hands :

Those Attick Manuscripts, so rare a Piece,

They tell the Turk, he hath not conquer'd Greece.

Next these, a second beautuous Heap is thrown,

Of Eastern Authors, who were all his own.

Who in so Various Languages appear.

Babel, would scarce be their Interpreter.

To These, we may that Fair-Built Colledge bring,

Which proves that Learning's no such Rustick thing ;

Whose structure well contrived doth not relate

To Antick fineness, but strong lasting state :

Beauty well mixt with strength, that it complyes

Most with the Gazer's use, much with his Eyes,

On Marble Columns thus the ATis have stood.

As wise SetJCs Pillars sav'd 'em in the Flood.

But did he leave here Walls, and only Own

A Glorious Heap, and make us rich in Stone?

Then had our Chanclour seem'd to fail, and here

Much honour due to the Artificer :

But this our Prudent Patroti long fore-saw,

When he Refin'd riide Statutes into Lata ;

Our Arts and Manners to his Building falls,

And he erects the Men, as well as Walls : " Thus Solons Laws his Athens did Renown, " And turn'd that throng of Building to a Tozun.

Yet neither Law nor Statute can be known

So strickt, as to Himself he made his oivn.

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Which in his Actions Inventory lyes,

Which Hell or can never scandalize :

Where every Act his rigid eye surveyes,

And Night is Barre ?ix\(\ Judge to all his Dayes;

Where all his secret Thoughts he doth comprize,

And every Dream summon'd to an Assize ;

Where he Arraigns each Circumstance of care,

Which never parts dismiss'd without a Prayer :

See ! how he sifts and searches every part,

And ransacks all the Closets of his heart ;

He puts the hours upon the Rack and Wheel,

And all his minutes must confess ox feel;

If they reveal one Act which forth did come.

When Humajie frailty crept into the Loome,

If one Thread stain, or sully, break, or faint,

So that the Man does Inteerrupt the Saint,

He hunts it to its Death, nor quits his feares,

Till't be Embabnd in Prayers, or droivn'd in Teares.

The Sun in all his journeys ne're did see One more devout, nor one more strict than He.

Since his Religion then's Vnmixt and Fine, And Works do warrant Faith, as Ore the Mine : What can his Crime be then ? Now you must lay The Kingdoms Laws subverted in his way : See ! no such Crime doth o're his Conscience grow, (Without which Witness ne're can make it so ;) A clear Transparent White, bedecks his mind. Where nought but Innocence can shelter find, Witnesse that Bi'cath which did your stain and blot Wipe freely out, (though HeavcJi I fear will not) Witnesse that Calnte and Quiet in His Breast, Prologue and Preface to his Place of Rest ; When with the World He could undaunted part, And see in Death not meagre Looks ; nor Dart :

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When to the Fatal Block His Gray Age goes With the same Ease, as when he took Repose. " He like old Enoch to His Blisse is gone, " 'Tis not his Death, but his Translation.

A Mock Remonstrance referring to the Porters Petition.

To Pym King of the Parliamented,

The Grievances are Jiere presented

Of Porters, Butchers, Broojn-men, Tanmrs,

Tfiatfain would fight under your Banners ;

Weavers, Dyers, Tinkers, Coblers,

And many other such like Joblers,

As Water-men, and those calFd Dray-men,

That have a long time sung Solamen, ^c.

WHereas, Imprimis, first, that is, the Porters, The heavy burthens laid on their four Quarters Is not complain'd of here ; nor of Us, any, Although We have good Causes, and full many. As yet unknown ; but there's a day will come Shall pay for all, We say no more, but Mum.; It is well said by some, You are about To give the Church and Government a Rout, Let it be so cry We, for it is known, To do't, you will want more hands than your own. And since you are * necessitated to Raise war, 'ifaith (Sirrevence) do, do, do ; 'Tis fit that Old things should grow out of date, Like Hampden's Sister, or the Beldame Kate.

* Their Declaration .

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Old things in course do commonly decay,

When New perhaps may last full many a day ;

Old Frocks, old Shirts, old Brooms, old Boots, old Skins

Are much addicted to the Venial sins

Of wearing out ; and why not then the Church,

That has left many a simple man ith' lurch.

Besides, the Porters so the Surplice hate.

Their very Frocks they have casheer'd of late ;

And rather than endure 'em you may see,

They wear the Rope, the Hang-mans Livery.

The Butchers too, inspired are at least.

And know the very Intrails of the Beast

That wears those * Smocks, and though they love a Whore,

A Babilonish one they do abhor.

In fine, in this great work of Reformation,

Which you intend shall stigmatize the Nation,

We pray to be Fellow-labourers, and

That you our Vertues right may understand,

Know that the Porters shall for Eighteen-pence

Carry the Dreggs of Rome in Bottles hence

To any Foreign part you'l think upon.

And bring the Juyce of the Turks Alcaron

In lieu of it ; the Butcher kill'd in Slaughter

Shall send Gods, and the Laws Disciples after :

There shall not a Religious Relique be

Left in the Church, or in the Library,

But shall be swept away by the Nice hand

0th' Broom-mens Art, who nothing understand

More than Keiit-stred ; If any them deride.

The Tanners come, and then beware their Hide ;

And for the Weavers, they can preach, or pray,

As is well known to the Lords, Brooks and Say.

* Surplices.

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The Dyers they delight you know in Scarlet,

And care no more for Blood, than any Varlet ;

Like Archers good they will come on so powring,

That who escapes them will escape a scowring.

The Tinkers they can both make Holes, and mend 'em

In Church or State ; if you will but befriend 'em

With Mettle ; They care not for God or Divell ;

A Pack of Sturdy Rogues inur'd to Evill.

The Cobler vows, and that you'l say is News,

To venture All, what over Boots, o're Shooes ?

And likewise undertakes at a Cheap rate

The Government, though Crabbed, to Translate.

The Water-men more slye than any Otters,

Knowing 'tis good fishing in troubl'd Waters,

If any do Oppose them, though their Betters,

They will betake themselves unto their Stretchers,

And so belabour 'em in Church and Cloysters,

Their Bones shall rattle, like a Sacke of Oysters,

In their thin Skins. The Dray-men likewise shall

With Crusted Fists, fling 'um and fling 'um all.

Thus in Our several Functions We can serve ye. Men fit for your Employment, pray observe ye, And therefore list Us, where your best defence is, In th' Yealow Regiment of 's Oxcellendes : So taking leave, resting at your Commands, We do subscribe either Our Horns, or Hands.

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The Catttion.

A SONG. To the Tune of Oh Women, Monstrous Women.

YOu Sep'ratists that Sequister Your selves from Laws are good, Your Courses so irregular

Shall now be understood ; Your fond Expounding corrupts the Bibble, Yet you'l maintain it with your Twibble. Oh Roundheads, Roundheads, damnable Roundheads, What do you mean to do ?

He that does swear, though to a Truth, You count him far worse than a Lyer,

Yet you will firk your Sister Ruth, So it may edify her ;

You, like the Devil, abhor a Crosse,

But I'le have as good Reason from Pyms Stone-horse.

Oh Roundheads, Roundheads, damnable Roundheads,

What do you mean to do 1

Our Churches Hierarchy you hold

Within a foul Suspition; And say the Prelates Sleeves are old

Reliques of Superstition ; The very Ragges of Rome they are Such as the Whores of Babilon wear. Oh Roundheads, Roundheads, damnable Roundheads, What do you mean to do ?

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Therefore in Zeal and Piety,

You'l dy their Lawn in blood, And root out their Society,

A work you think is good ; The Malice is, some of your Eares Were cropt far shorter than your hairs. Oh Roundheads, Roundheads, damnable Roundheads, What do you mean to do ?

When you the Miter have puU'd down,

You'l be hang'd before contented, Your next Pluck must be at the Crown,

A Plot long since invented ; But Grigge swears Tyburn shall have her due, Hee'l behang'd himself, if he hang not you. Oh Roundheads, RoundJieads, damnable Roundheads, What do you mean to do ?

The Coblers were astonished.

The Porters eke, also ; To hear the Noyse that ecchoed

From your vast Tubb below : But let him be hang'd will never mend, The Cobler thinks upon his end. But you to whom my Lines do tend Have a care of what you do.

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Lilly contemn d.

A SONG.

Ply art thou sad ? Our Glasses flow Like little Rivers to the Mayne ;

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And ne're a man here has a Shrew, What need'st thou then complain ? Then Boys mind your Glass, And let all News pass That treats not of this our Canary, Let Lawyers fear their Fate, In the turn of the State, We suffer if this do miscarry, Chor. ^ Tis this will preserve us Against \J^\t% predictions . And make us cotitemn our Fate and his Fictions.

'Tis this that setts the City Ruff;

And lynes the Aldermen with Fur ; It makes the Watchmen stiff and tuff To call, where go you Sir ? 'Tis this doth advance The Cap of Maintenance, And keeps the Sword sleeping or waking ; It Courage doth raise In such Men now adaies, That heretofore cry'd at Head-aching, Chor. 'Tis this doth infuse in a Miser some pity. And is the Genius, and Soul of the City.

Then why should we dispair, or think

The Enemy approacheth near ? Let such as never used to drink Sack, be enslav'd to Fear.

Then to get Honor,

And that waits on her, Strange Titles, Illustrious and Mighty.

Wee'l have a smart Bout

Shall speak us men and stout, And rie be the first that shall fight ye.

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Chor. He that stifly can stami tdt, and hath the best Braim ; Shall be sty I'd Son of Mars and God of the Mayne.

A Monster to be seen at Westminster. 1642.

Within this House is to be seen Such a Monster as hath not been At any time in England^ nay In Europe, Africk, Asia. 'Tis a Round body, without a Head Almost three years, yet not dead. 'Tis Uke that Beast I once did see, Whose Tayle stood where his Head should be ; And, which was never seen before, Though't want a head, 'thas Horns good store, It has very little hair, and yet You'l say it has more hair than wit, 'Thas many Eyes and many Eares, 'Thas many Jealousies and Fears, 'Thas many Mouths, and many Hands, 'Tis full of Questions and Commands. 'Tis arm'd with Muskets, Pikes, it fears Naught in the World but Cavaliers ; 'Twas bom in England, but begot Betwixt the English and the Scot. Though some are of Opinion rather That the Devil was its Father, And the City, which is worse, Was its Mother, and its Nurse.

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Some say (though perhaps in scorn)

That it was a Cretan bom,

And not unlike, for't has the fashion

Just as may be of that Nation,

For 'tis a Lyer, none oth' least ;

A slow Belly, an Evil beast ;

Of what Religion none can tell,

It much resembles that in Hell.

Some say it is a Jew disguis'd,

And why, because 'tis circumcis'd ;

For 'twas deprived long ago

Of many a Member wee well know,

In some points 'tis a Jesuited Priest,

In some it is a Calvinist :

For 'tis not Justify'd, it saith

By Good-works, but by Publick Faith.

Some call't an Anabaptist : Some

Think now that Antichrist is come.

A Creature of an uncouth kind,

Both for its Body, and its mind :

Make hast and see't, else 'twill be gon,

For now 'tis sick, and drawing on.

London sad London.

AN ECCHO.

WHat wants thee, that thou art in this sad taking ? A King What made him first remove hence his residing ? syding.

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Did any here deny him satisfaction ?

Faction. Tell me whereon this strength of Faction lyes ?

On lyes. ^Vhat didst thou do when the King left Parliament ?

Lament. What terms would'st give to gain his Company ?

Any. But how wouldst serve him, with thy best endeavour ?

Ever. What wouldst thou do if here thou couldst behold him ?

Hold him. But if he comes not what becomes of London ?

Undone.

Upon bringing in the Plate.

ALL you that would no longer To a Monarch be subjected, Come away to Guildhall, and be there liberall,

Your Wish shall be there effected. Come come away, bring your Gold, bring your Jewells,

Your silver Shaft, or Molten, If the King you' I have down, and advance to the Crown Five Members and K -

Regard no Proclamations,

They're Subjects fit to Jest on, Henry Rising •i, far better than C. R.

Eesolv'd upon the Question. Come, come away, drc.

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You Aldermen first send in

Your Chaines upon these Summons,

To buy Ropes ends, for all the Kings Friends, They're Traytors to the Commons. Come, come away, d^e. -

Your Basons large, and Ewers,

Unto this use alot them. If ere you mean your hands to clean

From th' Sins by which you got them.. Come, come away, ^c.

Bring in your Cannes and Gobletts,

You Citizens confiding. And think it no scorn, to drink in a Horn

Of your own Wives providing. Come, come away, ^c.

Ye Bretheren strong and lusty,

The Sisters Exercise yee, Get Babes of Grace, and Spoons apace,

Both Houses do advise yee. Come, come away, &'c.

Let the Religious Sempstress

Her silver Thimble bring here, 'Twill be a fine thing in deposing a King,

To say you had a Finger. Come, come away, ^c.

Your Childe's redeemed Whistle

May here obtain Admittance, Nor shall that Cost be utterly lost,

They'le give you an Acquittance. Come, come away, &'c.

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The Gold and Silver Bodkin,

The Parliament woo'd ha both, Which oft doth make, the House to take

A Journey on the Sabboth. Come, come away, c^c.

You that have store of Mony

Bring't hither, and be thrifty, If th' Parliament thrive, they'le so contrive

You shall have back Four for Fifty. Come, come away, a^c.

If when the Councell's ended,

Your Plate you will recover, Be sure you may the chief Head that day

On the Bridge or Tower discover. Come, come away, (S^c.

TAe Prentices Petition to the Close Com- mittee.

TO you close Members, wee the Young men come (If Justice in this house has any Room ?) With a Petition, but it is for peace ; If you are vext, pray let all Quarrells cease ; First, for Religion. (If't be no offence. Nor hinder things of greater Consequence) We hope you do suppose there's some such thing, 'Cause 'thas bin often mention'd by the King. Wee'l hav't establisht, and do hold it fit That no Lay-Levites ought to meddle with't.

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Next, that in spight of Treason, we may have

A happy peace, but that we need not crave,

For when our bodkins cease 'twil be your pleasure

That arms may cease, not wanting wil, but treasure ;

Else you'le but put the King to farther trouble.

To beat you to't, and make you Subjects double.

We know y'are powerfull, and can wonders do

Both by your Votes and Ordinances too ;

In case all those Murther'd Innocent men

May by your Votes be made alive again,

Then your admiring Spirits shall perswade us

That neither War nor Famine can invade us :

Till then you'le give us leave to trust our Eyes,

And from our sad Experience, now grow wise :

Let not the Collonell's gaping son o'th' City

Be made the Mouth unto this close Committe ;

Whose gaudy Troope, because they're boyes, he boasts

They are the Children of the Lord of Hosts ;

And knows no reason, (for indeed tis' scant)

Why States are not like Churches Militant.

Next, that Truth, Wisedome, Justice, Loyalty,

And Law, five Members of our Faculty

(Who not by the King ; but you, have been so long

By Votes Expell'd from your Rebellious throng)

May be restored ; and in spight of Pym

Be heard to speak their mind as well as him.

Which if not granted, we do tell you this,

Your Lord (whose head's in a Parenthesis)

Shall not secure you, but we shall unty

That twisted Rabble of the Hierachy,

Clubs are good payments, and 'mongst other things

Know we are as many Thousands as you Kings.

In the Interim pray tell your fore-horse Pym,

Just as he loves the King, so we love him.

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Londons Farewell to the Parliament.

F Are well to the Parliament, with hey, with hey, Farewell to the Parliament, with hoe, Your dear delight the City, Our wants have made us witty,

And a for the Close Committee,

With a hey trolly, lolly, loe.

Farewell the Lord of Essex, with hey, with hey,

Farewell the Lord of Essex, with hoe. He sleeps till eleven. And leaves the Cause at six and seven, But 'tis no matter, their hope's in Heaven,

With hey trolly, lolly, loe.

Farewell the Lord Wharton, with hey, with hey.

Farewell the Lord Wharton, with hoe. The Saw-pit did hide him, Whilst Hastings did out-ride him. Then came Brooks and he out-ly'd him,

With hey trolly, lolly, loe.

Farewell Billy Stroud, with hey, with hey. Farewell Billy Stroud, with hoe,

He swore all Whartons lyes were true.

And it concem'd him so to do.

For he was in the saw-pit too, With hey trolly, lolly, loe.

Farewell the Lord Brooks, with hey, with hey Farewell the Lord Brooks, with hoe.

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He said (but first he had got a Rattle) That but one hundred fell in the Battle, Besides Dogs, Whores, and such Parliament With hey trolly, lolly, loe. (Cattle,

Farewell Say and Scale, with hey, with hey,

Farewell Say and Scale, with hoe.

May these Valiant Sons of Anuncfi, All be Hang'd as high as Haman, With the old Anabaptist they came on,

With hey trolly, lolly, loe.

Farewell K with hey, with hey.

Farewell K with hoe.

Thy Father writ a Godly Book,

Yet all was fish that came to the hook.

Sure he is damn'd though but for his look.

With hey trolly, lolly, loe.

Farewell K with hey, with hey,

Farewell K with hoe.

Thy House had been confounded,

In vain he had compounded.

If he had not got a Round-head, With hey trolly, lolly, loe.

Farewell D H with hey, with hey.

Farewell D H with hoe

Twas his Ambition, or his need.

Not his Religion did the deed.

But his Widow hath tam'd him of the speed.

With hey trolly, lolly, loe.

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Farewell y^/;;? Hampden, with hey, with hey,

Farewell John Hampden with hoe, Hee's a sly and subtile Fox, Well read in Buchanan and Knox, And hees gone down to goad the Oxe,

With hey trolly, lolly, loe.

Farewell John Fym, with hey, with hey.

Farewell John Fym with hoe,

He would have had a place in Court, And he ventur'd all his partie for't, But bribing proves his best support.

With hey trolly, lolly, loe.

Farewell yb^« Pym with hey, with hey. Farewell y^-^w Pym with hoe,

For all the feign'd disaster

Of the Taylor and the Plaster,

Thou shalt not be our Master, With hey trolly, lolly, loe.

Farewell Major Skippon, with hey, with hey.

Farewell Major Skippon with hoe.

Ye have ordered him to kill and slay,

To rescue him and run away,

Provide you vote fair weather, and pay.

With hey trolly, lolly, loe.

Farewell our Worthies all, with hey, with hey, Farewell our Worthies all with hoe.

For they instead of dying.

Maintain the truth by lying.

And get victories by flying, With hey trolly, lolly, loe.

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Farewell our Scotch Brethren, with hey, with hey, Farewell our Scotch Brethren, with hoe,

They March but to the border,

But will be brought no farther,

For neither Ordinance nor Order, With hey trolly, lolly, loe.

Farewell my little Levites, with hey, with hey,

Farewell my little Levites, with hoe. Though you seem to fear him. Yet you can scarce forbear him, And when you thank him, you but jeer him.

With hey trolly, lolly, loe.

Farewell fears and jealousies, with hey, with hey,

Farewell fears and jealousies, with hoe. Which, with lying Declarations, Tumults, traytors, and protestations, Have been the mine of two Nations,

With hey trolly, lolly, loe.

Farewell little Isaack, with hey, with hey.

Farewell little Isaack, with hoe,

Thou hast made us all, like Asses,

Part with our Plate, and drink in Glasses,

Whilst thou growst rich with 2s. Passes,

With hey trolly, lolly, loe.

Farewell to Plate and Money, with hey, with hey, Farewell Plate and Money, \vith hoe,

'Tis going down by water.

Or something near the matter.

And a Publique Faith's going after. With hey trolly, lolly, loe.

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Farewell Members five, with hey, with hey, Farewell Members five, with hoe.

Next Petition we deliver,

Sends you packing down the River,

And the Devil be your driver. With hey trolly, lolly, loe.

A Song.

NEw-England is preparing a-pace. To entertain King Pym, with his Grace, And Isaack before shall carry the Mace,

For Routid-Iieads Old Nick stand up tuna.

No surplisse nor no Organs there. Shall ever offend the Eye, or the Ear, But a Spiritual Preach, with a 3. hours Prayer, For Round-heads, 6^^.

All things in Zeal shall there be carried. Without any Porredge read over the buried, No Crossing of Infants, nor Rings for the Married, For Round-heads, 6^c.

The Swearer there shall punisht be still, But Drunkennesse private be counted no ill. Yet both kind of lying as much as you will. For Round-heads, 6^r.

Blow winds, Hoyse sailes, and let us be gone, But be sure we take all our Plunder along. That Charles may find little when as he doth come, For Round-heads Old Nick stand up now.

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Sir John Hotham's Alarm.

COme Traytors, March on, to the Leader Sax John, Though King Charles his friends disafiect you, Do not obey him, but obey Devil Fym, And the ParUament will protect you.

Let us plead that we Fight, for the King and his Right,

But if he desire for to enter. Let us Armed appear, and let us all sweare

Our lives for his sake we will venter.

But if he give Command, to disarm out of hand,

As we our Allegiance do tender. Let us presently Sweare, that Commanded we are

By the Parliament not to surrender.

If he desire for to see, what Command that may be,

We then will resolve him no further. But intreat him to stay, while we send Post away,

He shall have a Copy of the Order.

But if he Proclaime, me a Traytor by Name, And all you that adhere to my Faction,

What an Honour it will be, when my Country see me. Second Fym in a Trayterous Action.

But when the King sends, to require amends

Of the Parliament for such denyal ; Whether Treason or no, the Law shall ne're know,

I must be put to your Vote for a Tryal.

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And to put it to the Voice, or the Parliaments choice,

The House being now so empty \ If there be such a thing, as God or a King,

We'll carry it by five in the twenty.

If so please the Fates, as to change our Estates, That the King his own Rights doth recover,

We will turn to their way, and the Town will betray, Though a Ladder for our pains we turn over.

M2>i«>J)<»^<3')<3' ><2> J<2i>.i<C>fC>«:5' /<C>i<0 <«>.*«> ^^M^'M^ «»

The Publique Faith.

SOme tell of A/rick Monsters, which of old, Vain Superstition did for God-heads hold. How the yE^ptianSy who first knowledge spread, Ador'd their Apis with the white Bulls head \ Apis still fed with Serpents that do hiss, Hcunon, Osiris, Monster Anubis. But Sun-burnt Africk never had, nor hath A Monster like our English Publique Faith ; Those fed on Snakes, and satisfi'd, did rest, This, like the Curtain Gulf, will have the best Thing in the City, to appease its still Encreasing hunger, Glutting its lewd will With Families, whose substance it devours, Perverting Justice and the Higher Powers ; Contemning without fear of any Law, Preying on all to fill its ravenous Maw ; Whose Estrich stomack, which no Steele can sate, Has swallowed down Indies of Gold and Plate :

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This is the Pub/itjuc Faith, which being led

By th' Cities wealth, has in this Kingdom bred

Such various mischiefs with its viperous breath,

Blasting its peace and happinesse to death ;

And yet this IdoU which our world adores,

Has made men prostitute their truth like Whores,

To its foul Lust, which surely may as well

And soon be satisfi'd, as th' Grave, or Hell ;

This preys on Horses, yet that will not do,

Unlesse it may devour the Riders too :

This takes up all the Riches of the Land,

Not by intreaty, but unjust Command,

Borrowing extortively without any day

But the Greek Caletids, then it means to pay ;

This 'gainst the Law of Nations does surprise

The Goods of Strangers, Kings, & in its wise

Discretion, thinks (though its not worth their note)

They're bound to take the Publique Faiths trim Vote

For their security, when this Publique Faith

Has broke more Merchants then e're Riot hatii,

And yet, good men o'th City, you are proud

To have this Bankrupt Publique Faith allow'd

More credit then your King, to this you'll lend

More willingly then ever you did spend

Money to buy your Wives and Children bread,

By such a strange Inchantment being misled

To your undoings ; you whet upon Bond,

Nay scarcely upon ISIortgage of that Land,

Treble your Moneys value, would not part

With your lov'd Coinc, vanquish'd by th' powerful! nrt

Of this Magician Publique Faith, justly install

Him Master of your Bags, the Devil and all

That taught you get them by dercitfull wares.

And sucking in (like Mornings draughts) young Heirs ;

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Well, certainly if this fine humour hold,

Your Aldermen will have no other Gold

But what's in Thumb-rings, for their ponderous Chains,

They'le be the Publique Faiths just lawfull gains,

And have the Honour afterwards to be

Hang'd in them for its Publique Treachery.

What will become of you then, Grave and Witty

Inhabitants of this Inchanted City ?

Who is't shall those vast Sums to you re-pay.

When Master Publique Faith is run away ?

Or who shall those prodigious heaps renew.

Which were prodigally decreas'd by you ?

Whom the whole world imagin'd men of thrift,

What will your Orphans do ? How will they shift,

Whose whole Estates in th' City Chamber, hath

Been given a spoyle to ruin'd Publique Faith ?

Perhaps you'le pawn your Charter to supply

The worthy wants of your Necessity.

Who is't will take't, when all (but men misled

Like you) know 'tis already forfeited ?

Who is't will then into New Coine translate

Such monstrous Cupboards of huge antick Plate ?

To Publique Faiths vast Treasury bring in.

From the Gilt Goblet, to the Silver Pin,

All that was Coinable, and what to do ?

Even to create you Knaves, and Traytors too.

Faith if you chance to come off with your Lives,

Your way will be to live upon your Wives,

Their Trading will be good, when Fortune wears

Your Colours in the Caps of th' Cavaliers,

Whose Cuckolds you'll be then, & on your brow,

Wear their Horns, as you Publique Faitlis do now ;

Then, then you'll howle, when you shall clearly see

That Publique Faith, was Publique IVeachcry :

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Then youHl confess your selves to 've been undone

By Publique FaitJis man, Isaack Pennington ;

Then you'll repent that ever you did fling

Such monstrous Suras away against your King ;

When he in Triumph, with his War-like Train,

Shall to your terrour view your Town again ;

Unlesse his Mercy mittigate his wrath,

Justly conceiv'd 'gainst you and Publique Faith ;

That Reverent Alderman which did defile

His Breeches at the Mustering ere while,

Shall then again those Velvet Slops bewray,

Cause Publique Faith did make him go astray :

Pauls shall be opened then, and you conspire

No more against the Organs in the Quire,

Nor threat the Saints ith' Windows, nor repair

In Troops to kill the Book of Common-Prayer ;

Nor drunk with Zeal, endeavour to engrosse

To your own use, the stones of Cheap-side Crosse :

Then, then you'll bow your heads, your horns and all.

That so exalted were to save from thrall

Your ruin'd Liberties, and humbly pray

For Mercy, more then upon each Fast-day ;

When your Seditious Preachers to the throng.

Make Prayers Ex Tempore of five hours long ;

Lest you by early penitence prevent

Your certain danger, if not punishment,

Wbich you by no means may so safely do,

As quitting Publique Faith, and Treason too :

Then, then, though late, you to your grief will find,

That you have walkt (as Moles ith' Earth do) blind

Of your fair reason, and obedient light,

Involv'd in Mists of black Rebellious Niglit :

If these Instructions will not make you see

Your Errour, may you perish in't for me,

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And to your Ruine walk in deathfuU path, That leads to'th Gallows with the Publique Faith.

TJie Sertce of the House, or the Reason why-

those Members who are tlie Remnant of

the two Families of Parliament

can7iot consent to Peace^ or

an Accommodation.

To the Tune of The New-England Psalm,

\Huggle Duggle, ho ho Iio the Devil he

latight aloud.

COme come beloved Londoners^ fy fy you shame us- all, Ycmr rising up for Peace, will make the close Committee

fall; I wonder you dare ask for that, which they must needs

deny, There's 30. swears they'l have no Peace, and bid me tell you why.

First I'le no Peace quoth Essex, my Chaplain sayes 'tis

Sin To loose 100 /. a day, just when my Wife lyes in; They cry God blessc your Excellence, but if I loose my

Place They'l call me Rebel, Popular Assc, and Cuckold to my

face.

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You Citizen Fools, quoth W d' ye talk to me of

Peace, Who not only stole his Majesties Ships, but rob'd him of

his Seas, No no I'le keep the Water still, and have my Ships well

man'd. For I have lost and stole so much, I know not where to

land.

Do Brother do, says H for Peace breeds us no

quiet, Besides my Places to have lost, with sixteen Dishes

dyet, I play'd the Judas with the King, which makes the World

detest me, Nay should his Majesty pardon me, 500. would arest

me.

K said, these Lofidoncrs deserve to loose their

Fares,

For now they'l all obey the King, like Citizen Cava- liers ;

Let's vote this Peace a desperate Plot, and send them a denyal.

For if they save the Kingdom, they'le give us a Legal tryal.

The Welsh-men rage quoth S and call me villanous

Goat For plundering Hereford's Aldermens Gownes to make

my Bcssc a Coat, 'Tis true the Town did feed me well, for which I took

good Fleeces, But if Peace come thcy'lc tear mc and all my AVhorcs in

pieces.

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Fight fight quoth Say, now now hold up these Jealousies

and Fears, The work will shew I laid the Plot above these 17.

years ; 'Tis I that am your Engineer, but if for Peace you vote, Oh then they'le make me go to Church, or else they'le

cut my Throate.

My Father Goodwin quoth W calls me a silly

Lad, And wonders theyl'e ask Peace of me who have been

lately mad ; You chuse me Irish General, and I chuse to stay

here, For should we fight among the Boggs, there's never a

Sawpit near.

Those Heathen Prentices quoth Brooks, that made my

Coach-man stay. Bid me be bare, although I spoke but 13. Bulls that

day. But if Peace lop off my learned Skull, then all my House

you'le see The Sword of Guy, the Dun-cows rib, the Asses tooth,

and me.

I made a Speech quoth E when his Excellence first

began, For which he swore by a Potile of Sack to make me a

Gentleman : But if the King get to Whitehall then all my hopes arc

past, My Father was first Lord of the House, and I shall be

the last,

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Keep Silence, quoth Mr. Speaker, but do not hold your

peace, Let's sit, and vote, and hold them too't, for I'le do what

you please ; I have had but poor 6000 /. besides some Spoons and

Bowles, Nay, grant a Peace, and how shall I be Master of the

RoUes ?

Then spake 5. Members all at once 3 who for an Army

cry'd, Last year, quoth they, you rescu'd us, else we had all

been try'd : What though you be almost undone, you must contribute

still. Or weele convey, our Trunks away, and then do what

you will.

My Venome swells, quoth H- that his Majesty full

well knows, And I, quoth Havipdm, fetcht the Scots, from whence

this Mischief flows. I am an Asse quoth Haskrigg, but yet I'me deep ith'

Plott, And I, quoth Stroud, can lye as fast, as Mr. Pym can trott.

But I, quoth Pym, your Hackney am, and all your

drudgery do, Have made good Speeches for my self, and Priviledges

for you : I can sit down and look on men, whilst others bleed and

fight, I eat their Lordships meat by day, and giv't tlieir Wives

by night.

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Then Varie grew black ith' face, and swore there's none

so deep as I, The Stafif and Signet slipt my hand, my Son can tell you

why. The name of Peace they say 'tis sweet, but oh it makes

me shrink, Straffords Ghost doth haunt me so, I cannot sleep a

wink.

Were Strafford living, Mildmay said, he would do me no

ill, I hid my self ith' Privy, when the House did pass his

Bill: But all my Gold and Silver thread Gregory calls his

own. Though in a Ship I made my will, I was not born to

drown.

You found me, quoth Sir R P I had been long

a Knave ; You promis'd I should be so still, if you my Vote might

have. And I, quoth Lmirence Whittaker, agreed to doe so too. But if you serve old Courtiers thus, they'lc do as much

for you.

This Peace, quoth Michael Oldsworih, will bring me never

a Fee, Although my Lord have sworn for Peace, and will not

follow me. Down, down with Bishops, Wheeler said, for I have rob'd

the Church : Oh base, will you conclude a Peace, and leave me in

the lurch.

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Who speaks of Peace quoth Ludlow, hath neither Sence

nor Reason, For I ne'rc spoke ith' House but once, and then I spoke

High Treason, Your meaning was as bad as mine, you must defend ray

Speech, Or else you make my mouth as foul as was my Fathers

breech.

I'le plunder Him, quoth Baynton, that mentions Peace

to Me, The Bishop would not grant my Lease^ but now I'le have

his Fee. A Gunpowder Monopoly quoth Evelyn rais'd my Father, But if you let this War go down, they'le call me Foiuder

Tray tor.

Oh Jove, quoth Sir John Hot/iam, is this a time to treat ? \Vhen Newcastle and Cumberland me to the Walls have

beat? You base-obedient Citizens d' ye think to save your

Lives ? My Sonne and I will serve you all as I have serv'd Five

Wives.

Indeed, quoth Sir Hugh Cholmlcy, Sir John you speak

most true, For I have sold, and morgagcd, most of my Land to

you; My Brother would have serv'd the King, but was forbid

to stay ; The King fore saw at Kcyntonjicld, Sir Harry would run

awa)-.

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I went down, quoth Sir Ralph Staplelon, with Musquet,

Pike and Drum, To fetch Sir Francis IVortky up, but truly hee'd not

come. Oh Lord, Sir Robert Harlow said, how do our Foes

increase ? I wonder who the Devil it was that first invented

Peace.

Treason, Treason, Treason, Sir Walter Earle cryes out.

Worse than blowing up the Thames, the Dagger, or the Clout.

Hang me, quoth Miles Corbet then, for we are all con- founded,

And Cavaliers will Cuckold me, as well as did the Roundhead.

Quoth Svc John Wray, Mr. Speaker! I'le end this matter streit.

For this which is my Ninth Speech, I'm sure is none of my Eight ;

I try'd it at my Tables end, my Neighbours know 'tis right.

But Peace will make me speak lesse wit, and then fare- well your Kniglit.

A-vengeance, quoth Harry Martin then, I'le ha no Accommodation,

For it was I, that bravely tore his Majesties Proclama- tion ;

Ith' House I spoke High Treason, I have sold both Land and Lease ;

I shall not then keep but 3. Whores, Apox upon your Peace.

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You see beioi'ed Londoners, your Peace is out of season^ For which you have the seme of tJie House, and every Mem- bers reason : Oh do not stand for Peace then, for tritst me if you doe, Ecuh Coutity in the Kingdome will rise and doe soe too.

Essex Petition to the Best of Princes.

Sir,

THat All-Majesty (from whom you take Your Heaven-Anointed Scepter) for whose sake You drink the Dregs of Bitternesse, which turns Your Crown of Glory, to a Crown of Thornes ; View'd sinfull Sodom, Sodom that offended Even him, as we do you, that vilely blended His gracious Promises, did wrest his Powers, And violate his Laws, as we do yours ; Yet urg'd by him whose Zeal brookt no denyal, Would have sav'd all, if ten were found but loyal. Great Pri/ue, to whom the Breath of Heaven hath read. The Principles of Mercy, in whose stead You sit as God to punish, or to spare. Whose equal Hand can ruine, or repair Our staggering Fortunes. Pity, and behold Rebellious E^ex ! Peo})le now grown old In Dis-obedience, who descrv'dly stand Like Calves, expecting Death from your Just hand.

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'Twas we that bleated first Rebellion out,

Who being Pulpit-led, not apt to doubt

Our Lecturing Zealots, and but green in reason,

Were made too wise, and frighted ijito Treason :

We are a Cock-brain'd Multitude, a Rabble

Of all Religions, and we daily squabble

About vain shades, and let the substance passe.

Hating good Manners as we hate the Masse ;

Our new discretions every day convince.

Our old Rebellions, 'gainst so mild a Prince

Were scarcely fixt, but a fresh Ordinance comes.

And damns our Conscience into deeper Sums ;

Breaks ope our Houses, Rifles all our Stuff,

Nay more, as if we had not yet enough,

Plunders our very wits ; nay if we do

Shew but a sorry shrug, Malignants too ;

That in so much our people now obeys

As many Tyrants as the Year hath dayes :

But we have ten, ten, ten times multiply'd,

And thousands more to that, which have deny'd

To bend their knees to Baal^ whereof some lye

Cloystered in Grates, where they unpittied, cry

For Superannuated Crusts, and there remain,

Even taking Gods and Charles his Name in vain :

Some scorning to be aw'd by Subjects, fled

From their dear Wives and Children ; led

Like Thea'es to Gaols, saluted with the Curse

Of every Dunghill scurfe, with durt and worse,

Where they are sadly, but yet dearly fed.

Some ag'd, some weak, some dying, and some dead :

For their dear sake (great Charles) they undertake

Deaths willing Martyrdome, for diaries his sake ;

Be gracious to their County, let her know

That she, a miserable Land, doth owe

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Her sweet Redemption to their Congruous merit,

And least thcy'lc abjure what now they scarce inherit,

Let that accustom'd Sun-shine of your Eye

Enrich her soyle, that she may still out-vye

Her Neighbouring Shires, & let that brand which now

She wears, be set on th' Epidemick brow \

And let the Loyal Gentry still be known

By this firm Mark from the perfidious Clown ;

Let them, like treacherous slaves, be alwaies bound

To pay Rack-rents, and only Till the ground ;

Let neither them nor their base off-spring dare

To be so rich as buy a Purchase there.

Dread Soveraign, Forgive, Forget, Remember, and Relent, Resemble him you so much represent. And when pleas'd Heavens shall set thy Scepter free, Triumph in //////, and wee'll triumph in thee.

The Cryer.

OYes, if any Man or Woman, Of what degree soever, Lord, Kriight, Esquire, Gentleman, or Yeoman, Felt-maker, Buttori-maker, or Weaver, Coach-man, Cobler, or Brick-layer, Sheriff, Alderman, or Mayor, In City, Town, or Country, hath Lost his Religion, or his Faith, Let him forthwith repair to th' Cryer

Of Westminster, where let Inm brinc^

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The Mark of what he doth require,

And he shall hear on't, if God hlessc the King.

O Yes, if any Man or Woman,

Of what degree soever, From the Marquis^ to the Yeoman,

From the Strmcf-hat, to the Beaver, From the Land-lord, to the Dray-man, Whether the Clergy, or the Layman, Hath lost a IVar-horse-Annes, or Dragooncs, That were the Treasure of Buffooncs ; Jewells, Money, Pearle, or Plate, ^ Cups for Service, or for State -^^ Come to the Cryer, and you then Shall find them he knows where, but God knows when.

The Cavaliers Prayer.

GOd blesse the King and Queen, the Prince also, And all his Lj)yal Subjects both high and low, For RoiindJicads can pray for themselves we know ; ]Vhich 710 body can deny.

The Devil take Pytn and all his Peers, (iod blesse Prince Rupert and his Cavaliers, For if they come hither Pym will stink with fears ; Which 110 body can deny.

God blesse Rupert and Maurice withall, Tliat gave the Roundheads a great downfall. And knockt their Noddles 'gainst Worcester wall ; Which no body can deny.

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T^wn sleeves and Surplices must go down, For why, King Pym doth sway the Crown ; But all are Bishops that wears a Black Gown j lV7iich no body can deny.

Let the Canons roar, and the Bullets flye, King Pym doth swear he'll not come nigh, He sayes, its a pittyfull thing to dye ;

Which no body can deny.

The Ilorners they are brave Blades, I do not know, but it is said The stout Earl of Essex is free of that trade ; Which no body can deny.

The Baker over Burton cannot domineer, For it is most firmly reported here. He's as free of the Pillory as ever they were ; Which no body can deny.

There is Isaack Pennington both wise and old, I do not know, but 'tis for truth told That he is turned poor Sexton of Pauls.

Which no body can deny.

There is a Lord W both wise and round.

He will meet Prince Rupert upon any ground.

And if that his hands behind him be bound ;

Which few people will deny.

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To whom tt concerns,

COme, come, ye Cock-brain'd Crew, that can suppose No truth, but that which travells through the Nose ; That looks on Gods Anointed with those Eyes, You view your Prentices ; ye that can prize A Stable with a Church ; that can Impeach A Grave Devine, and hear an Hostler preach : Are ye all mad ? has your Fanatick zeal Stifl'd your stock of Sences at a Meal ? Have ye none left to look upon these Times ? With Grief, which you, and the unpunisht Crimes Have brought upon this miserable Land ? Are ye all Bruits ? not apt to understand The neighbouring stroke of Ruine, till't be past ? And you become the Sacrifice at last ? What would you have ? can Reformation border On Sacriledge ? or Truth upon Disorder ? ; Can Rifleihg, and Religion dwell together? Can the way hence be said the next way thither ? Go, ply your Trades, Mechanicks, and begin To deal uprightly, and Reform within ; Correct your prick-ear'd Servants ; and perswade Your long lov'd Arm-fulls ; if you can thus trade In Pigges and Poultry : let them cease to smooth Your Rumpled Follies, and forbear to sooth Your pious Treasons, thus to kick and fling, Against the lA}rds Anointed, and your King.

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By t)ie Author.

That neither loves for Fashiofi nor for Fear, As far from Soundhead, as from Cavalier.

To the City.

DRaw near you factious Citizens ; prepare To hear from me what hideous Fools you are ; What lumps of sordid Earth ; in which we find Not any least Resemblance of a Mind ; Unlesse to Baseness and Rebellion bent Against the King, to ayde the Parliament ; That Parliament, whose Insolence will undoe Your Cities Wealth, your Lives, and Safety too : Are you so stupid, dull, you cannot see How your best Vertues now are Treachery ? Apparent Treason, Murder, and the like : How with unhallowed hands you strive to strike Him, whom you should your Loyalty aiford, {Great Charles) the blest Anointed of the Lord? How you do daily contribute, and pay Mony, your Truths and Honours to betray ? Bigg with Phanatique thoughts, and wilde desire : 'Tis you, that blew up the increasing Fire Of foul Rebellion, you that only bring Armies into the Field against your King ; For were't not for supportment from your Baggs, That Great and Highest Court that only braggs

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Of your vain folly, long ere this had bin Punish'd for their bold Sacrilegious sin, Of Actual Treason, there had never come Upon this Kingdom such a Martyrdom. Arraes hang'd up as uselesse, and the State Retain'd his freedom ; had you kept your Plate, No Keinton-Battails had with Mothers curse, Made Childless there the Treason of your Purse ; The Publick Purse o'th City ; which must be Esteem 'd the Cause of Publick Misery ; No Drums had frighted silken Peace from out The Neighbouring Countries, nor need you about Your City with your guilded Musquets goe Trayning, not for good Service, but for Shew ; That the whole Town may see your Feathers spread Over your Halts, as th' Homes doe o're your Head ; The Humble Parliament had never dar'd To have prescrib'd Laws to their King, but spar'd Their Zeal in bringing Innovations, and Distractions o're the beautious face oth' Land, They would not then have so Supreamly brought Their Votes, to bring the Kingdomes Peace to nought ; Nor with so sleight a value lookt on Him, King Charles, and only doted on King Pym ; Nor for Authentick doctrine, have allow'd As Law, the Precepts of Ingenuous Stroud ; Hampden nor Martyn had not then lookt bigge Upon their King, nor Arthur Haslerigge;

Nor yet K on whom we now confer

The style of Trayterous Earle of M

Secur'd by you, the Patrons of the Cause, Condemn'd his Loyalty, and the Kingdoms Laws ; Nor mis-led Essex, had not you been, nere

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Had acted on this Kwgdoms Theater

So many Tragedies ; nor Warunck sought

T ingrosse the Naval Honours, no nor thought

On any Action so unjust, unmeet,

As keeping from his Majesty his Fleet;

Tis you have done all this, y'ave been the Head,

The very Spring from whence this River spread

The streams of foul Rebellion ; which we know

At last will drown'd you with its over-flow ;

You the Arch-Traytors are, you, those that slew

The Kingdoms happinesse, and th' Allegiance due

Unto his Sacred Majesty : you, you that have

Betray'd this Nations Honour to the Grave

Of lasting Obloquy ; you that have destroy'd

The smiling wealth of th' City, and made void

The good Opinion, which the King before

Had of your Loyalties, and th' Faith you bore

To th' Royal Stem ; which still has to your great

Advantage made this City their Chief Seat.

Fond and seditious Fools, d'ye think, yee

Are wiser than Times numerous Progeny 1

That have Ador'd your City, when did They

Your harmlesse Ancestors, strive to give away

Their Wealth, and Duty from their Sovcreigne Lord,

To make themselves Traytors upon Record ?

^Vhen did they their Plate and Coine bring in ?

To be the Cause of their own Ruyning ?

They never us'd to fright their King, nor draw

Tumults together, to affront the Law.

No, nor good Houses, their Corslets slept, and all

The Armes they us'd hung up in each mans Hall.

They did not then enamel' d Musquets carry

To Train in Moor-fields, and in Finsbury :

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But did in Comely Archery exceli,

Like honest grave Children of Adam Bell,

And Climjne oth' Clough, now each of you will be

More than a furious William Cloudeslee ;

And trace the Streets with terror, as if Ven,

With Fiilk and Mannwaring, were the only Men

Whom you did owe Allegiance to ; as if They

Could give you priviledge to disobey

The Royal Mandate, which does them proclaim

Guilty of Treason, and you of the same ;

As deeply stand Impeacht, and will at last

Pay dearly for't, when your vain hopes are past

All succours, which you credit for your Merit,

Will be afforded you, by the help oth' Spirit,

That is the Devil ; sure the Heavmly Powers,

Will never Patronize such Acts as yours.

Poor baffl'd City ! baffled by a Crue

Of Men, which are as arrant Fools as you ;

Surely your Brains can never be so dull

As not conceive this, which each empty Skull

Must needs resent ; how that their only Ayme

Is, to create your City all one Flame,

And as the Smoak and Sparks do /// aspire,

They'le sit and laugh (like Nero) at the Fire

Themselves have inade ; unlesse your Heads be all

Horns and no Flesh, you needs must see the Fall

That threatens you, like Lightning : To eschew

Which Ridne, 'twould be Wisedome to renue

Your lost Allegiance, and Repentance bring,

As z. fresh Victim, to appease your King ;

For be assur'd, Who to the King's untrue.

Must in their Nature needs he false to you.

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The MONSTER.

PEace, Vipers peace, let Crying blood nere cease To haunt your bloody Souls, that love not Peace. And curst be that Religion, that shall cry, A Refortnaiion with Phlebotomye ; Your Impious Firebrands, whom the very Tears Of Crowning England, buried in their Fears, Cannot extinguish ; whom the bleeding Veins Of desperate Ireland, which even now remains A very Golgotha, cannot asswage Those Stripes, the earnest of Afiother Age Taste of your salvage Piety, and ly The La7nb-less Martyrs of your Cruelty ; Whilst you lye softly emb'red, to encrease T\it flames of Christen dotfie, and cry jw Peace, Let Sampsons coupled Messengers convey Those Firebrands hence, and let them make their way To their own Houses, consume and devaste. Burn down tJieir Barnes] and lay their Graynards wastes Demolish all -svithin doors, and without, Make havock there, destroy both Branch and Hoot. Let all their Seri'ants flee ainazd; and cry, Fire, Fire, and let no helping hand be nigh ; Let their Wives live, but only live t' appear Tlwriies in their Sides, and Thunder in their Ears ; May all their Sons run mad into the Street, And seeking Refuge there, there may they meet Th' encountering Sword, and whom it spares to kill, May they be Slaves, and labour at the Mill : Let all their Daughters beg, and beg in vain ; Let them be ravisht first, and then be slain ;

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Let all their Kindred wander up and down, Like Vagabonds be lasht, from Town, to Town : Let basenesse be Entituled on their Names, Too firm for all recoveries : O let S/iames, ■ Reproach, and Lasting Infamy, remain In deeper Characters than that of Cain ;

Let Caitiff P and that Bloody Plot,

Be Sanctified now, or at least forgot ;

And let those Vipers vindicate their Crimes

In every Almanack to after times ;

Where may there Treason live among their sences,

More firm then Reigns of either Kings or Princes.

Thus may these Firebands thrive, and if this Curse

Succeed not, let it yield unto a worse.

For them, let them burn still, till Heaven thinks good,

To Quench them in their Generatiofis Blood;

So that the World may hear them hisse and cry.

Who lov'd not Peace, in Peace shall never dye.

The Earl of Essex his Speech to the Parlia- ment after Keinton Battle.

HAil to my Brother Round-heads, you that sit At home, and study Treason, 'bove my Wit Or Valour to maintain ; it's you whose hearts And brains are stufft with all Devillish darts Of Rapine, and Rebellion ; yet whose dark Religious Villanies, hates the least spark Of Justice or Obedience to the King ;

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To you, and none but you, true News I bring,

With all my Fellow Rebells that survive,

'Mongst whom in faith my self scapt scarce alive :

For when the Cavaliers, and Popish Schollers

Charg'd us so hot, my Coach full of Rex-dollers

I could have given to have been ten miles off;

And though the Zealots of our Party scoff.

And taunt the King's well-wishers, take't from me,

Happy were all the Round-heads tliat did flee ;

They scapt a scowering, which through very fear

Took me and all my Regiment in th' Rear,

At the first Charge ; for that when we should fight,

We sneakt away, and had more mind to

For had I dard, to venture my dear life,

I should have fought once for the Whore my Wife ;

Yet I dare swear that we had won the day,

Had not so many fallen and run away :

And yet for all this Blood that hath been spilt,

My Sword is guiltlesse, for fast by the hilt

I held it in my Scabbard, and still cry'd

Well done, Fight on, unto the Fools that dy'd ;

Whilst I stole towards Warwick, to avoyd

The Field, with the sad Spectacle quite cloyd :

I lost my Coach, and (which doth make me fret)

I lost Blake's Letter in my Cabinet,

That reveal'd all our Treason, he good man

Suffer'd at Oxford, and unlesse I can

Repent, 'tis said, that I must dye like him,

Be Hang'd and Quarter'd, and you Mr. Pyni :

We must be cautious, for the Cavaliers

Have desperate souls, concerning those base fears

That brought mee back again ; besides, the King

Has a Just Cause you know, and though we bring

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The silly Multitude into the Noose,

Our own hearts tell us we are like to loose

Our heads, if Charles prevail ; which we must do

If he proceeds thus, to kill ten for two

You must provide new Armour, and more Armes,

And a new Generall, that dares hear Alarms

Oi Drums and Trumpets ; one that may have sence

And valour to excell my Excellence.

The Peevish Women as I pass'd the Strand,

Blesse me knee deep, and would have kiss'd my hand.

As King, whilst I most curteously vayl'd

My Hat, and Feather to them, others rayl'd ;

And them as wisht, or knew I had the worst,

For one that pray'd for me, devoutly curst.

The truest News of all I hope to tell ye.

Is that I have more mind to fill my belly,

Then fight again, for that same Dutchland Devil,

Rupert, the Prince of mischief, and all evil.

My Victuals took away, and burst my Waggons,

Whilst the Kings Forces fought with fiery Dragoons,

And beat me ovXd'Cci Field ; although we blind

The Multitude, and say w' had sea and wind.

Yet I protest the Elements themselves

Conspir'd to ruine us. Rebellious Elves :

And to conclude, from Jeering Cavalier,

Has put upon us, in a Song, this Jeer,

Rather than they should have the betters,

That you and I were drawn and hang'd, 6-<r.

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^ Dialogue between two Zealots upon the &c. in the Oath.

Sir Roger from a zealous piece of Freeze, Rais'd to a Vicar of the Children threes ; Whose yearly Audit may, by strict account, To twenty Nobles, and his vails Amount ; Fed on the common of the female charity, Untill the Scots can bring about their parity, So shotten, that his Soul like to himself. Walks but in Qiierpo : this same Clergy Elf, Encountring with a Brother of the Cloth, Fell presently to Cudgels with the Oath : The Quarel was, a strange mis-shapen Monster Qx'c. (God blesse us !) which they conster The brand upon the buttock of the Beast, The Dragons tayle ty'd on a knot, a neast Of young Apocraphas, the fashion Of a new mental Reservation.

While Roger thus divides the text, the other Winks and expounds, saying, My pious Brother, Hearken with reverence ; for the point is nice, I never read on't, but I fasted twice ; And so by revelation know it better, Than all the Idolaters o'the Letter. With that he swell'd, and fell upon the Theam, Like great Goliah with his Weavers beam : I say to thee, ct'c. thou ly'st, Thou art the curled lock of Antichrist : Rubbish of Babel, for who will not say.

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Tongues were confounded in ^c ?

Who swears &>€. swears more Oaths at once

Than Cerberus out of his triple Sconce :

Who views it well, with the same eye beholds

The old half Serpent in his numerous folds.

Accurst &>€. thou, for now I scent,

What lately the prodigious Oysters meant.

Oh Booker, Booker^ how cam'st thou to lack

This Sign in thy prophetick Almanack ?

It's the dark Vault wherein th' infernal plot

Of Powder 'gainst the State was first begot.

Peruse the Oath, and you shall soon descry it,

By all the Father Garnets that stand by it ;

'Gainst whom the Church, whereof I am a Member,

Shall keep another fifth day of November :

Yet here's not all, I cannot halfe untrusse

^c. it's so abominous.

The Trojan Nag was not so fully lin'd !

Unrip <Sn^. and you shall find

Og the great Commissary, and which is worse,

Th' Apparatour upon his skew-ball'd horse.

Then (finally my Babe of Grace) forbear,

&=€. will be too far to swear ;

For 'tis (to speak in a familiar style)

A York-shire wea-bit, longer than a mile.

Then Roger was inspir'd, and by Gods-diggers, Hee'l swear in words at large, and not in Figures. Now by this drink, which he takes off as loath To leave &^c. in his liquid Oath. His Brother pledg'd him, and that bloody wine, He swears shall seal the Synods Cataline. So they drunk on, not offering to part Till they had quite sworn out th' eleventh quart :

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While all that saw and heard them, joyntly pray, They and their tribe were all, d^r.

The Publique Faith.

STand off my Masters : 'Tis your pence apeece, Jason, Medea,- and the Golden Fleece ; What side the line good Sir ? Tigris, or Fo ? Lybia 1 Japan ? Whisk ? or Tradinktido ? St. Kits ? St. Ovierl or St. Margaret's Bay? Presto begon ? or come aloft ? what way ? Doublets ? or Kjiap ? the Cog ? low Dice ? or high ? By all the hard names in the Letany, Bell, Book and Candle, and the Pope's great toe I conjure thy account : Devil say no.

Nay, since I must untniss, Gallants look to't, Keep your prodigious distance forty foot. This is that Beast of eyes in th' Revelations, The Basilisk has twisted up three Nations. Ponteus Hixiiis doxius, full of tricks, The Lottery of the vulgar lunaticks. The Knapsack of the State, the thing you wish, Magog and Gog stewed in a Chaffendish A bag of Spoons and Whistles, wherein men May whistle when they see their Plate agen. Thus far his Infancy : his riper age Requires a more mysterious Folio page. Now that time speaks him perfect, and 'tis pity To dandle him longer in a close Committee, The Elf dares peep abroad, the pretty Fool Can wag without a truckling standing-stool ;

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Revenge his Mother's infamy, and swear Hee's the fair Off-spring of one half-score year ; The Heir of the House and hopes, the cry And wonder of the Peoples misery. 'Tis true, while as a Puppy it could play For Thimbles, any thing to passe the day ; But now the Cub can count, arithmetize, Clink Masemllo with the Duke of Guise ; Sign for an Irish purchase, and traduce The Synod from their Doctrine to their Use ; Give its Dam suck, and a hidden way Drinks up arrears a tergo mantica. An everlasting Bale, Hell in Trunk-hose, Uncased, the Divel's Dofi Quixot in prose. The Beast and the false Prophet twin'd together, The squint-eyed emblem of all sorts of weather. The refuse of that Chaos of the earth. Able to give the World a second birth. Affrick avaunt ! Thy trifling Monsters glance But Sheeps-eyed to this Penal Ignorance. That all the Prodigies brought forth before Are but Dame Natures blush left on the score. This strings the Baker's dozen, christens all The cross-leg'd hours of time since Ada}?i's fall.

The Publick Faith ? why 'tis a word of kin, ^ A Nephew that dares Cozen any sin. A Term of Art, great Bohemoth's younger Brother, Old Machiavel, and half a thousand other. Which when subscrib'd writes Legion, names on truss, Abaddon, Belzebub, and Incubus, All the Vice-Royes of darkness, every spell And Fiend wrap'd in a short Trissillable.

But I fore-stall the Show. Enter and see, Salute the Door, your Exit shall be free.

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In brief 'tis call'd Religions ease, or loss ; For no one's suffer'd here to bear his crosse.

A Committee.

CAst Knaves my Masters, fortune guide the chance, No packing I beseech you, no by-glance To mingle pairs, but fairly shake the bag, Cheats in their spheres like subtile spirits wag. Or if you please the Cards run as they will, There is no choyce in sin and doing ill. Then happy man by's dole, luck makes the ods. He acts most high that best out-dares the gods. These are that Raw-borid Herd of Pharaoh'^ Kine, Which eat up all your Fallings, yet look lean. These are the after-claps of bloudy shoAvres, Which, like the Scots, come for your guide and yours. The Gleaners of the Fielde, where, if a man Escape the sword, that milder frying-pan ; He leaps into the fire, cramping the claws Of such can speak no English but the Cause. Under that foggy term, that Inquisition, Y' are wrackt at all adventures On suspition : No matter what's the crime, a good estate's Delinquency enough to ground their hate. Nor shall calm innocence so scape, as not To be made guilty, or at least so thought. And if the spirit once inform, beware. The flesh and world but renegadoes are.

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Thus once concluded, out the Teazers run,

And in full cry and speed till Waf^ undone.

So that a poor Delinquait fleec'd and torn

Seems like a man that's creeping through a horn,

Finds a smooth entrance, wide, and fit, but when'

Hee's squeez'd and forc'd up through the smaller end,

He looks as gaunt and pin'd, as he that spent

A tedious twelve years in an eager Lent ;

Or bodies at the Resurrection are

On wing, just rarifying into aire.

The Ejtibkyn of a man, the pitied Case

And shape of some sad being once that was.

The Type of flesh and blood, the Skeleton

And superfices of a thing that's gone.

The winter quarter of a life, the tinder

And body of a corps squeez'd to a cinder ;

When no more tortures can be thought upon,

Mercy shall flow into oblivion.

Mercifull Hell ! thy Judges are but three, Ours multiform, and in plurality ! Thy calmer censures flow without recall. And in one doom souls see their finall All. We travel with expectance : Suffrings here Are but the earnests of a second fear. Thy plagues and pains are infinite ; 'tis true ; Ours are not only infinite, but new. So that the dread of what's to come, exceeds The anguish of that part already bleeds.

This only difference swells 'tvvixt us, and you,

Hell has the kinder Devils of the two.

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The Model of the New Religion.

WHoop ! Mr. Vicar in your flying frock ? What news at Babel now ? how stands the Cock ! When wags the floud ? no Ephimerides ? Nought but confounding of the languages ? No more of th' Saints arival ? or the chance Of three pipes two pence and an ordinance ? How many Queer-Religions ? clear your throat,

May a man have a peny-worth ? four a groat ? Or do Xhejamto leap at truss-a-fayle ? Three Tenents clap while five hang on the tayle ? No Qiierpo inodeR never a knack or wile? To preach for Spoons and Whistles ? cross or pile ? No hints of truth on foot ? no sparks of grace ? No late sprung light ? to dance the wilde-goose chase ? No Spiritual Dragoones that take their flames From th' inspiration of the City Dames ? No crums of comfort to relieve your cry ? No new dealt mince-meat of Divinity ?

Come lets's project : by the great late Eclipse We justly fear a famine of the lips. For Sprats are rose an Onicr for a sowse, Which gripes the conclave of the lower House. Let's therefore vote a close humiliation For opening the seal'd eyes of this blind Nation, That they may see confessingly, and swear They have not seen at all this fourteen year ; And for the splints and spavins too, tis said All the joynts have the Riffcage, since the head

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Sweird so prodigious, and exciz'd the parts From all Allegiance, but in tears and hearts.

But zealous Sir, what say to a touch at Prayer ? How Quops the spirit ? In what garb or ayre ? With Souse erect, or pendent, winks, or haws ? Sniveling? or the extention of the jaws ? Devotion has its mode : Dear Sir, hold forth, Learning's a venture of the second worth. For since the peoples rise and its sad fall, We are inspir'd from much, to none at all.

Brother adieu / I see y'are closely girt, A costive Dover gives the Saints the squirt. Hence (Reader) all our flying news contracts Like the States Fleet, from the Seas into Acts :

But Where's the Model all this while, you'll say

'Tis like the Reformation, run away.

To a Fair Lady weeping for her Husband

Committed to Prison by the

Parliament. \ 643.

TUsh, let them keep him if they can. He's not in hold while you are free, Come, sigh no more, but pledge the man, What though in Fetters, yet can he Be Prisoner unto none but thee ; Then dry your Eyes, for every tear Makes them like drowned worlds appear.

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Post through the Aire, my fancy went, With wings disguis'd, and there stood by

When he was brought to th' Parliament, And streight to iJi Bar, to tK Bar, they cry, The smiling Captain asked, Why 1

With that they soon drew up his Charge,

Which Lady you shall hear at large.

Imprimis, he was married late. With a Gold Ring, unto a Dame,

Would make the best of us a Mate Witty, Pretty, Young, and Quaint, And fairer then our selves can Paint :

Her lips do set mens teeth on edge.

Sure 'tis a Breach of Priviledge.

And her Malignant beauty, can

Provoke our Members up to rise. Nay make our General prove a man ;

And the Star-Chamber of her Eyes,

Robs Subjects of their Liberties : And then her voice keeps Eares in awe, Even like the High-Commission Law.

Nay more, the fair Delinquent hath

A pair of Organs in her throat. Which when she doth inspire with breath,

She can command in every noat,

More then both our Houses Vote Her very Hair, put in Array, Can fetter our Militia.

Her Cheeks still Natures Pattent have. Not yet call'd in, for only she

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In them ingrossed all that's brave,

And other Ladies Hucksters be,

Her Beauty's the Monopolie ; When theirs is spent, to her they come, And chaffer with her face for some.

She keeps an Alter on her brow,

Her Eyes two Tapers on each side, There Superstitious Lovers bow ;

Her Name is Alary too beside.

Who owns a Faith that's sanctifi'd ; Let's clap up him till further leisure. And send for her to wait our pleasure.

Then go fair Lady, follow him, Fear no Trumpet, fear no Drum,

Fair Women may prevail with Pyju,

And one sweet smile when there you come. Will quickly strike the Speaker dumb :

If not, then let one tear be spent,

And 'twill dissolve the Parliament.

Mr. Fullers Complaint.

ENgland once Europes joy, Now her scorn ; Ambitious to be forlorn, Self, by self torn ; Stand amaz'd ? Thy woes are blaz'd, By silence best. And wanting words, even wonder out the rest.

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132 Rump Songs. Part I.

Help Gracious King, The source and spring Of all our bliss, Alas the fault's not his ; Good Prince how is he griev'd, That he's mistook ? Or what's a Curse, Far worse, he is not believ'd.

Help long-wisht for Parliament, If so good by your intent ; And will, And skill, Why ill is your successe ?

Alas Malignant humors lurk, And cause the Physick not to work, To give our woes redresse.

Help in the Law, ye Learned Sages, Studied well in former ages : But our Rents Are above all Presidents ; In fight, what's might, That's right : For Statutes are by Lawyers awed. And Common-law by Canon-law out-lawed.

Help ye Divines our souls to plaister, Settle the Legacy which your Master Bequeath'd to his own at his decease. Even Peace :

Alas alas in Gileady

Where is no balm for to be had ;

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O Cruell, They that should holy water bring, bring fiery fiiell.

No help, no help,

Why then 'tis vain For to complain ; And why men sin with all their heart, Sorrow only but in part ; And still they cry * That all is ill, And love to make't and keep't so still.

Since then our wounds Are grown so wide, And all means try'd. And all deny'd ; Good God help us at last, Before all help be past. For this is sure, (cure.

Men made the wounds, but God alone can help the

upon wearing the Kings Colours.

A Las, what take ye pepper in the Nose To see King Charles his Colours worne in Pose ? 'Twas but an Ornament to grace the Hat, And must we have an Ordinance for that ? O serious worthies ! how can you dispence With so much time to draw a Grievance thence ? But you do very well to make it known, When others Liberties surmounts your own ;

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You can and will suppresse it, well, you may

Do even what you please, we must obey ;

I hope you'll take in hand the Taylors Ti'ade,

And teach us how our Apparell must be made,

That women in a Vote shall plainly see

How wider their Smocks and Petticoats shall be ;

If this continue, faith turn Barhars too,

And cut our hair of the same length you do ;

And let it be no less a Crime then Treason,

To wear, do, or speak any thing that's reason :

As for the King, you'll say he's King, 'tis true.

But he can rule himself, and order you :

What, can he so ? he's mightily too blame,

And fain into displeasure for the same ;

He will not grant that you're his Friends 'tis true.

Should you rule two Kingdoms as a third does you.

Lest from a Ribbin then, should spring a Faction,

'Twas wisely done to stop its growth i'th' Action ;

Yet in despight of you, that this controule,

I'le wear my Soveraigns Colours in my Soul.

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A Western Wonder.

DO you not know, not a fortnight agoe, How they brag'd of a Western wonder ? When a hundred and ten, slew five thousand men, With the help of Lightning and Thunder.

There Hopton was slain, again and again.

Or else my Author did lye ; With a new Thanksgiving, for who are living,

To God, and his Servant ChutiUigh.

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But now on which side, was this Miracle tryd,

I hope we at last are even ; For Sir Ralph and his Knaves, are risen from their Graves,

And Cudgel'd the Clowns of Devon.

And now St. came, for his Honour was lame

Of the Gout three months together ; But it prov'd when they fought, but a running Gout,

For his heels were lighter then ever.

For now he out-runs, his Armes and his Guns,

And leaves all his money behind him ; But they follow after, unlesse he take water

At Plymouth again, they will find him.

What Reading hath cost, and St. hath lost,

Goes deep in the Sequestration ; These wounds will not heal, with your new Great Seal,

Yox Jepsons Declarations.

Now Peters^ and Case, in their Prayer and Grace,

Remember their new Thanksgiving ; Isaack and his Wife, now dig for their life,

And shortly must do't for their living.

A SONG.

THe world is now tum'd upside-down, 'Tis thought K. Charles will keep his Crown, The Roundheads now shall all be put down,

And alas poor Parliament now, no7C>, no7v.

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Prince Rupert made fair work f other day, He kild all the Troopers that durst to stay, The rest he kild, their Horses running away :

And alas poor Parliament jiouf, now, now.

And Essex his homes hung so in his light, Alas poor Cuckold, he could not see to fight, And both Houses they were all ready to

And alas poor Parliament now, now, now.

Then send for W and give him good pay,

He'le hoise up his Sayles and carry you away. In hopes you'le stand his Friend another day :

And alas poor Parliament now, nmv, now.

upon Aldernian Atkins bewraying his Slops on the great Training day.

I Sing the strange adventures and sad Fate, That did befall a Collonel of late, A portly Squire ; a Warlike hardy wight. And pity 'tis, we cannot call him Knight, A stout man at Custard, and Son of Mars,

But oh the foul disaster of his

Before the Worthies, and the rest beside. Who saw how he his Courser did bestride, Weilding his Truncheon, like a Weavers beam,

And yet his hose in every seam ;

I cannot tell how fair he was i'th' Cradle,

But sure I am he was foul enough i'th' Saddle :

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For feats of Armes none could come near him then,

He smelt so strong, and when eight thousand men

Discharg'd their Musquets, he discharged too,

But what ? his Office and his Guts ? what though

He made a House of Office of his Hose ?

Stand further off, if it offend your Nose :

Belike he meant to hansell his New Satten,

Or, like fat Oxen, in his dung to batten ;

But when in triumph he from Finsbury

Came home to Leaden-hall, he call'd to see

His Hellma, his Sultanesse, when she

At's first approach smelt out his Knavery ;

And lest by the hot skirmish of the day.

Her Paris might miscarry in the way,

Or mett with some wounds, sends for in all haste

Shanlbrook\!ci^^^}d\^SS. Chirurgion,'who begins at th' waste

T'untruss, and as he stumbling downwards tends.

He had the businesse at his fingers ends ;

Foh, quoth the Chirurgion, call the Kitchin Quean

With clout in hand to make his Worship clean ;

Then about the Master all the Servants shuffl'd,

He, like old Lockwood in the Counter, scuffl'd,

Shew'd two broad mighty Hanches all bewray'd,

Nay then, quoth Shambrook, how shall I be paid ;

The Devil a wound I see, is this the prime

Of six City Colonels in good time ?

They say that shitten luck is good, and I

Will put it to the Vote of Chivalry,

Whether all be not likely well to jump

In th' New Militia, when a is trump.

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The Downfall of Cheapside- Crosse, May 2, 3, 4. 1643.

WHat hast thou done poor Crosse, that this hard doome Is laid upon thee ? what is now become Of all the gilded Images ? for behold, That now is Stone and Brick, which once seem'd Gold, The City-Rulers, in their Graver wit. And late got Power, have now thought it fit, That thou shouldst be demolisht, and pluckt down By th' warrant of Lord Isaack Penningtoji ; Londoiis chief (?// vis) who thinks store of good He doth, in prisoning, hanging, shedding blood. In robbing, plundering each that's good to's King, Because no Plate, nor Mony, they will bring Into Guildliall: nay then it is no wonder. If by his Order thou art pluckt asunder. When first the top of thee with many a knock They did beat down, (Lord) how the silly flock Of Round-heads shouted, looking up to th' Skies, Giving God thanks for the great Victories They had got 'gainst thee, whilst the Drums did beat, And Trumpets sounding ; truly it was meet : They threw their Hatts up, and their Muskets shot, They shook their Heads, and clapt their Hands, what not?

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And thus when any Picture, Legge, or Arme

Was thrown to th' Ground, the Roundheads all did

swarme, And sundry heaps tumbling one on another, Striving who first should see it, then a Brother A long Prayer made for thanks, that now they might, Doe what they list, be it nor Just, nor Right ; For now they keep the whole City in awe, With wrong-expounded, and misconstrued Law, Doing what they think fit, what's good i'th eyes Of them, being led even as their Spirits rise. But for their Misdemeanours let this Curse Light upon them, or a ten-times far worse : May they no Silver have, nor yet no Gold, Because there's Crosses in't : and, to be bold. May they lead Lives so crost with grief and care. That, at the last, may bring them to despair. May they no good thing quietly enjoy, May they even perish as they walk, and dye, And may they still crost be, and crost again, May Crosses mixt with Losses be their pain. Nay, because Crosses they desire none, May they have ever Crosses two for one. May all their Noses rot, that we may know Them, may their Eares as long as Asses grow. May their Hair nere be long, and may their hands Even pine away, may they stink as they stand : And to conclude, may they all lead crosse Lives, Nay, which is worse, be troubled with crosse Wives.

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A Vindication of Cheapside-Crosse against the Roundheads.

MUst I then down ? is an eternal doome Past out against me ? must I needs to Rotne ? And why ? it is contrary to the Laws, To judge th' offendor e're they hear the Cause. Why come you arm'd against me ? what may be The cause of difference 'twixt you and me ? Have I transgrest the Law ? or did I ever Our gracious Soveraign from his People sever ? Did I to a factious Covenant subscribe, Or turn ay^^-^-on-both-sides for a bribe ? Rebells have long our wisht for blisse defer'd, All rose in armes, but yet I never stir'd. Wlien such a Prick-ear troop upon me gaz'd, Crying (no Crosse) good faith I stood amaz'd : I was struck dumb with wonder, and which worse. Because I'de gold about me, fear'd my Purse. This zealous rabble came not to adore me. Yet (thanks to th' Butchers) some fell down before me, Others ran quite away, the rest disputed, Mis-using Scripture phrases, but confuted, Wisedome they call'd Apocriphal, threw dirt on

All Fathers faces, but Saint F and Burton.

Was God ith' middle of this Congregation ? Or were they led by instinct, or revelation ? Kings doft their Crowns, and Cardinals their Copes, All must be bare unto a crew of Crops.

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But do's Religion such a hatred bring,

To hate the very picture of a King ?

Brethren what would you have ? or what d'ye fear ?

I draw no sword, nor do I wear long hair.

I'le do no wrong (though arm'd with Pikes about)

Would you know why? 'twas to keep Roundheads

out. Who have not sworn, but tane a Protestation To leave no golden Crosse to blesse our Nation, They will divide my Coat, my Flesh, my Bones, Theyl'e share the Gold, and give their Wives the

Stones. They say they'le pluck the Tower of Babel down, All things go right when there's no Crosse it'h

Town. But who can live without them ? Crosses are The good mans blessings, and his certain share. He that would win an everlasting Crown, Must elevate his Crosse, not throw it down. They'le have no Common Prayer, but do abhor

All that is common, but a common W

Will you hear reason ? that's not common to ye, Will Prayers prevail ? He pray ex tempore. You think 'tis justice that your factious crew Are crosse to me 'cause I am Crosse to you. You will have flesh for flesh, It's very dear That Peters nose should pay for Malchas ear. If he should snuffle now, that were a jest. That very thing would make him full blest : You'l run to hear him, and cry's doctrine strong, Though non-sense, in regard he stands so long. Put out his eyes next time, and you may find A second like the first, and doctrine blind.

142 Rump Songs. Part I.

Some call me Popish, and report they see Divers adore me, what's all that to me ? Because they worship me shall I fall down Unto such Calves, Mechanicks of the Town. 'Tis Popery, let them kneel that list, He stand ? Before lie bow. He fly to some new Land. Be sorry Brethren, I am pleas'd to think 'Twas from too little wit, or too much drink. He be a Roundhead spiritually sent To pardon your affronts, if youl repent. I am a foe to Rome, for you shall find When I am gone, there's the more room behind.

A Song 171 defence of Christmass.

NOw Christmass is come, let us beat up the Drum, And call our good Neighbours together. And when they appear, let us make them good chear.

That will keep out the wind and the weather, To feast at this season, I think 'tis no treason,

I could give you a reason why, Though some are so pure, that they cannot endure to see a Nativity Pye.

I cannot but wonder, that the Souldiers should plunder,

For keeping our Saviours birth. For all Christians then, or I cannot tell when.

Should shew forth their joy and their mirth,

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But our Saints now adayes, despise good old wayes,

'Gainst which they both preach and pray, But to give them their dues, they're no better than

J ewes, That speak against Christmass day.

These Uke the good chear, all times oth' year,

'Tis the birth day that doth them annoy, Plumb-porrage and brawn, and the Doe and the Fawne,

With the Creature, they love to enjoy, They often have meetings, and then there's such greetings,

Such traceing of Sisters about, They preach and they pray, but I must not now say

What they do when their Candles are out.

Yet I cannot forbear, to tell in your ear

What befell at a breaking of bread, How a Virgin full neat, went thither to eat.

But it cost her, her Maiden-head ; These men of high merit, though much for the spirit.

Are yet for the Flesh now and than, For a new Babe of Grace, was got near the Place,

By a Congregational man.

The Dippers and Ranters, and our Scotch Covenanters,

That bragge of their Faith and their Zeale, These abound in their fainings, but I'le make no com- plainings. Nor will I their Secrets reveale,

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The poor Cavaliers, that still lives in fears

Of Prisons, and Sequestration, Though they keep Christmasse day, are more honest

than they, But Honesty's quite out of fashion.

If you view our great Cities, and our Countrie Com- mittees,

You will not find overmuch there, Our Divines, though they preach it, themselves do scarce reach it ;

And our Lawyers have little to spare. I could tell of some more, that have no great store,

Of our Gentry, both Old and New, But I think it is best, with edge tools not to jest.

Nor to speak all we know to be true.

But the poor Cavalier, as to mirthe and good cheere,

But now bid Christmass adieu, If the Taxes hold on, their Money will be gone.

They will want both to bake and to brew. Their Healths are put down, who adher'd to the Crown,

'Tis they that must fast and pray. For to any mans thinking, both their eating and drinking.

Is like to be taken away.

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The Bishop of Ossery on the Rebells.

LEt proud Babilon cease to boast Of her Pyramid's stately spires, This Rebellion is more strange, Surmounting all Infernal fires. No Age the like hath ever bread, Nor shall when these Rebells be dead.

A Bill on Si. Paul's Church Door.

THis House is to be let. It is both wide, and fair ; If you would know the price of it, Pray ask of Mr. Maior.

Isaack Pennington.

A SONG.

WHat though the Zealots, pull down the Prelates, Push at the Pulpit, and kick at the Crown, Shall we not ever, strive to endeavour

Once more to purchase our Royal Renown ? Shall not the Roundhead first be confounded ? Sa, sa, sa, sa boyes, ha, ha, ha, ha boyes,

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Then wee'le return home, with Triumph and Joy, Then wee'le be merry, drink Sack and Sherry,

And we will sing Boys, God blesse the King Boys,

Cast up our Caps, and cry, Vive le Roy.

What though the wise, make Alderman Isaack, Put us into Prison, and steal our Estates ;

Though we are forced, to be un-horsed. And walk on foot, as it pleaseth the Fates,

In the Kings Army, no man will harm ye ;

Then come along Boyes, valiant and strong Boys, Fight for your Goods, which the Roundheads enjoy es ;

And when you venter, London to enter,

And when you come Boys, with Phife and Drum Boyes, Isaack himself shall cry, Vive le Roy.

If not then, chuse him, 'twill not excuse him,

Since honest Parliaments never made them Theeves ; Charles ne're did furder, Theeves dipt in Murder,

Never by Pardon, long Lease, or Reprieves ; For such Conditions, and Propositions

Will not be granted, then be not daunted,

We will our honest old Customes enjoy : Pauls now rejected, shall be respected,

And in the Quire, Voyces sing hire.

Thanks to Jehovah, then Vive le Roy.

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On two Parliaments dissolved.

TWo Parliaments dissolv'd ! then let my heart, As they in Faction, it in fraction part, And, like the Levite sad with rage, ascribe My piece-meal Portion to each broken Tribe, And say, that Bethlehem, Jiidahs love, hath been Wrong'd by the Fag-end crue of Benjamin, O Let such High presumption be accurst. When the last Tribe shall wrong the best, and first ; While, like the Levite, our best Charles may say. The Ravenous Wolf hath seiz'd the Lions prey. Thus oft Inferiour Subjects are not shye, A love to mock at Sacred Majesty. What Faculty should not be injured, If that the Feet had Power to spurn the Head ? And Kings Prerogative may soon fall down, When Subjects make a Footstool of a Crown : The Starrs, the Heavens Inferiour Courtiers might. Command the Darknesse, but not rule the Light, Nor him that made it ; should they all. combine With Luna at the full, our Sun should shine Brighter than they, nor can he be subdu'd. Though he but one, and they a Multitude. Say, Subjects ye were Starrs, and 'twere allow'd. You justly of the Number might be proud ; Yet to your Sun be humble, and know this, Your Light is borrowed, not your own, but His. When the unfettered Subjects of the Seas, The Fountains, felt their feet, and ease,

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No sooner summon'd, but they nimbly went

To meet the Ocean at a Parliament.

Did then these petty Fountains say their King,

The Ocean, was no Ocean, but a Spring ?

Let me alone, if fresh excess of store

Can make me poorer than I was before.

And shall we then the power of Kings dispute ?

And count it lesse, when more is added to't ?

No, let the Common body, if it can,

Be not a River, but an Ocean,

And swell into a Deluge, till it hide

The top of Mountains in its teeming pride.

Kings, like Noahs Ark, are nearer to the Skies,

The more the Billows underneath them rise.

You then, who if your hearts were first in love.

Might sit in Counsell with the Gods Above :

You, that do question your Kings Power Below,

If you come there, will you use Heavens King so ?

Do not aspire, you must take up you rest

More safe Below, than in the Eagles nest.

Hath Clemency offended ? will you harm

And pluck the Sun from Heaven that makes you

warm ? No King nor Bishops please ? what, have we got An Outside Ejtg/ish, and an Inside Scot ? If Faction thus our Countries Peace distracts, You may have want of Parliaments, not Acts. Ill-ended Sessions, and yet well begun. Too much being spoke hath made too little done. So Faction thrives, Puritanism bears sway. None must do any thing but only Say. Stoop, stoop, you baren-headed PI ills, confess You might be fruitfuller, if ye were lesse.

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Tremble ye thred-bare Commons : are you vext 'hat lambs feed on ye ? Lions will come next.

Collonel Vennes Encouragement to his Souldiers.

A SONG.

Fight on brave Souldiers for the Cause, Fear not the Cavaliers, Their threatnings are, as sencelesse as

Our jealousies and fears. 'Tis you must perfect this great Work,

And all Malignants slay, You must bring back the King again The clean contrary way.

'Tis for Religion that you fight,

And for the Kingdoms good, By robbing Churches, plundering them.

And shedding Guiltlesse blood. Down with the Orthodoxal Train,

All Loyal Subjects slay, When these are gone, we shall be blest

The clean contrary way.

When Charles we have made Bankrupt, Of Power and Crown bereft him,

And all his Loyal Subjects slain, And none but Rebells left him,

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When we have beggar'd all the Land,

And sent our Trunks away, Wee'le make him then a Glorious Prince

The clean contrary way.

'Tis to preserve his Majesty,

That we against him fight, Nor ever are we beaten back,

Because our Cause is right. If any make a scruple at

Our Declarations, say Who fight for us, fight for the King

The clean contrary way.

At Keinton, Brainsford, Plymouth, York,

And divers Places more, What Victories we Saints obtain,

The like nere seen before. How often we Prince Rupert kill'd,

And bravely wonne the day. The wicked Cavaliers did run

The clean contrary way.

The true Religion we maintain,

The Kingdoms Peace and Plenty, The Priviledge of Parliament,

Not known to One of t^venty. The antient Fundamental Laws,

And teach men to obey Their lawfull Soveraign ; and all these

The clean contrary way.

Wee, Subjects Liberties preserve By Imprisonment and Plunder,

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And do enrich our selves and State,

By keeping th' Wicked under, Wee must preserve Mechanicks now,

To Lectorize and pray, By them the Gospel is advanc't

The clean contrary way.

And though the King be much misled

By that Malignant Crew, Hee'le find us honest at the last,

Give all of us our due. For we do wisely plot, and plot

Rebellion to allay. He sees wee stand for Peace and Truth

The clean contrary way.

The Publique-Faith shall save our Souls,

And our good Works together. And Ships shall save our Lives that stay

Only for Winde and Weather. But when our Faith and Workes fall down,

And all our Hopes decay. Our Acts will bear us up to Heaven

The clean contrary way.

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^ Second Western Wonder.

YOu heard of that wonder, of the Lightening and Thunder, Which made the lye so much the louder ; Now list to another, that Miracles Brother, Which was done with a Firkin of Powder.

h what a damp, struck through the Camp, But as for Honest Sir Ralph, It blew him to the Vies, without beard, or eyes, But at least three heads and a half.

When out came the book, which the News-monger took

From the preaching Ladies Letter, Where in the first place, stood the Conquerors face,

Which made it shew so much the better.

But now without lying, you may pains him flying,

At Bristoll they say you may finde Great William the Con. so fast he did run.

That he left half his name behind.

And now came the Post, saves all that was lost.

But alas, we are past deceiving, By a trick so stale, or else such a tayl

Might mount for a new Thanks-giving.

This made Mr. Case, with a pittifuU face,

In the. Pulpit to fall a weeping, Though his mouth utter'd lyes, truth fell from his eyes,

Which kept our Lord Maior from sleeping.

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Now shut up shops, and spend your last drops, For the Laws of your Cause, you that loath 'um,

Lest Essex should start, and play the Second part^ Of Worship/ull Six John Hotham.

Tlie Battel of Worcester.

A LI you that be true to the King and the State, Come listen, and He tell you what happen'd of late. In a large field near Worcesters gate.

Which no body can deny.

Brave Sir John Byron, true to the Crown, With forces too few, 'tis very well known. Went thither, 'tis said, to keep the Town,

Which no body can deny.

But whether 'twas true, ye have learn'd to guess,

As for my own part I think no lesse.

To give you a taste of our Future successe.

Which no body can deny.

Thither came Fines with armes Complete, The Town to take, and Byron defeat. Provisions were made, but he staid not to eat.

Which no body can deny.

But as soon as he heard our great Guns play, With a Flea in's ear, he ran quite away, Like the lawfuU begotten Son of Lord Say,

Which no body, cs^c.

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Nay had the old Crop-ear'd his Father dar'd

To approach the walls, his design had bin marr'd,

For Byron would not have proved a Ward.

Which no body can deny.

Pox on him he keeps his Patent yet, But I hope next Term he shall not sit, 'Twas but quam diu se bene Gesserit^

Which no body, dfc.

But now behold, increased in force,

Hee comes again with ten Troups of Horse,

Oh bloudy-Man he had no remorse.

Which no body, dfc.

They marched up boldly, without any fear. Little thinking Prince Rupert was come so near. But alas poor souls it cost them dear.

Which no body, &>c.

The Prince like a Gallant man of his trade, Marcht out of the Town till this quarter was made, Sir, the Enemies are near at hand it is said :

Which no body, ^'c.

Where, where are they ? Prince Rupert cryes, And looking about with fiery eyes, Some thirty behind a hedge he spyes.

Which no body, c^c.

This Forlorn-hope he no sooner saw.

But 4. or 5, more did towards them draw ;

He asked, who's there ? one answer'd him, haw,

Which )w body, &'c.

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The man you'll say was rudely bred ; The Prince shot a Bullet into his head, His haw had been better spared than said,

Which no body, cfc.

Prince Maurice then, to second his Brother, Discharg'd his Pistol, and down fell another, 'Twere pitty but news were sent to his Mother,

Which no body, ^fc.

Lord Digby slew one to his great fame.

So did Monsieur de Lisle, and Sir Rich. Crane,

And another French man, with a harder name,

Which no body, &'c.

Prince Rupert to his own Force retired,

And bad them not shoot till their Doublets were fired.

His Courage and Conduct were both admired.

Which no body, &'c.

He Charged but twice, yet made them shrink, 'Twere hard to get off now one would think, Yet both can do it as easie as drink.

Which no body, &'c.

Then have amongst ye, quoth Sir Lewes Dives, For a good Cause you know alwayes thrives. His heart in his shoulders cost many mens lives,

Which no body, &c.

John Byron did as bravely fight ;

To the Prince of Wales his great delight,

He came home in safety and was made a Knight.

Which no body, &'C.

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\y Friend David Walter in Doublet white, A^ithout any Armes either rusty or bright, Jharg'd through them twice like a little spright.

Which no body, &'c.

J<ut oh Prince Maurice, where was he ? v'here one of us would be loath to be, ourrounded with Butchers three times three,

Which no body, &'c.

These men of East-cheap little said,

But all their blows at his head they made,

Vs if they had been at work at their Trade,

Which no body, 6^^.

Then came a French-man fiery and keen, He broke the Ring and came in between.

Ere a man let a not a Butcher was seen.

Which no body, qt'c.

Brave Lord Wilmot, by whose hands did fall

Many a Rebell stout and tall,

Came to him without any Armes at all.

Which no body, &^c.

Their Horses then close up they spur'd.

The wounds they gave were all with the Sword,

Their Piscjls proved not worth a

Which no body, ^-c.

But the Parliament having quite forgot

To Vote that Sandys should not be shot

''v the hand of a Moutisier he went to the pot.

Which no body, <^c.

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Douglas a Scotch-man of great fame Was slain that day for want of the same ; The Houses in this were much to blame,

Which no body, ^'c.

Of all their chief Commanders that day, I hold it fit I should something say, His name was Brown, and he ran away,

Which no body, &>€.

If a few more o'em should shew such a freak, Both Houses surely would quickly break. And honester men would have leave to speak,

Which no body, &»c.

They fly, they fly, Prince Rupert cry'd,

No sooner said, but away they hy'd ;

The force of his Armes they durst not abide,

Which no body can deny.

Smectymnuiis, or the Club-Divines.

SMectymnuus ! the Goblin makes me start ! I'th' Name of Rabbi Abra/mm, what art ? Syriack 1 or Arabick ? or Welch 1 what skilt ? Ap all the Brick-layers that Babel built ! Some Conjurer translate, and let me know it, Till then 'tis fit for a West-Saxon Poet. But do the Brother-hood then play their Prizes Like Mummers in Religion with disguises ? Out-brave us with a name in Rank and File, A name, which if 'twere train'd, would spread a Mile ;

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The Saints monopolie, the zealous cluster,

Which, like the Porcupine, presents a muster,

And shoots his quills at Bishops and their Sees,

A Devout litter of young Maccabees.

Thus Jack of all trades hath devoutly shown

The twelve Apostles on a cherry-stone.

Thus fashion's Al-a-Mode in Treasons fashion ;

Now we have heresie by Complication

Like to Don Qiiixots Rosary of slaves

Strung on a chain ; a Mumival of Knaves

Packt in a trick, like Gypsies when they ride,

Or like Colleagues, which sit all on a side :

So the vain Satyrists stand all a row,

As hollow teeth upon a Lute-string show :

Th' Italian Monster, pregnant with his Brother,

Natures Dueresis, half one another,

He, with his little