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         Whiggs supplication
         Colvil, Samuel.
      
       
         
           1681
        
      
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             Mock poem, or, Whiggs supplication
             Whiggs supplication
             Colvil, Samuel.
          
           2 pts. ([16], 102, [2]; 69 p.)
           
             [s.n.],
             London :
             1681.
          
           
             First edition.
             Part 2 has special t.p. and separate pagination.
             An imitation of Butler's Hudibras, treating of the insurrection of the Covenanters in Scotland during the reign of Charles II.
             Published later under titles: Whiggs supplication, and The Scotch Hudibras.
             Reproduction of original in Huntington Library.
          
        
      
    
     
       
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           Butler, Samuel, 1612-1680. -- Hudibras.
           Covenanters -- Poetry.
        
      
    
     
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               MOCK
               POEM
               .
               Or
               ,
               
                 WHIGGS
                 SUPPLICATION
              
               .
               PART
               I.
               
            
             
             
               LONDON
               ,
               Printed
               in
               the
               Year
               ,
               1681.
               
            
          
           
             
             
             
               THE
               AUTHOR'S
               APOLOGY
               To
               the
               READER
               .
            
             
               
                 Christian
                 Reader
                 ,
              
            
             
               VErses
               are
               like
               Ladies
               faces
               ,
               good
               or
               bad
               ,
               as
               they
               are
               fancied
               (
               saith
               
                 Don
                 Quixot
              
               )
               and
               
                 Mock
                 Poems
              
               ,
               which
               bite
               not
               ,
               are
               like
               Eggs
               eaten
               without
               Salt
               (
               saith
               another
               of
               the
               same
               Metal
               )
               that
               is
               ,
               whose
               Tongue
               was
               a
               great
               deal
               wiser
               then
               his
               Head.
               
            
             
               In
               those
               following
               Lines
               I
               am
               more
               Tart
               to
               none
               then
               to
               my self
               :
               And
               therefore
               I
               may
               be
               excused
               if
               I
               tell
               in
               Rhime
               how
               
               some
               used
               me
               in
               Prose
               ;
               I
               speak
               truth
               which
               is
               expedient
               to
               be
               known
               ,
               and
               therefore
               no
               Lawyer
               will
               aver
               I
               transgress
               the
               Law.
               
            
             
               With
               all
               the
               world
               beside
               ,
               I
               am
               like
               a
               blind
               man
               ,
               dealing
               blows
               ,
               not
               knowing
               whom
               I
               hit
               ;
               If
               any
               shall
               challenge
               me
               that
               I
               touch
               them
               ,
               I
               will
               answer
               ,
               that
               I
               knew
               not
               so
               much
               before
               they
               informed
               me
               ,
               as
               answered
               that
               famous
               Satyrist
               to
               a
               Noble
               Roman
               ,
               who
               expostulated
               with
               him
               for
               smiting
               him
               in
               a
               Poem
               .
            
             
               I
               am
               many
               wayes
               wronged
               :
               And
               first
               ,
               by
               Transcribers
               ,
               who
               stealing
               Copies
               of
               my
               Lines
               ,
               have
               transmitted
               them
               every
               where
               ,
               like
               Pictures
               on
               the
               wrong
               side
               of
               Arras
               Hangings
               ,
               spoiled
               with
               Thrumbs
               and
               Threeds
               ,
               or
               like
               Faces
               disfigured
               by
               the
               Pox
               ,
               great
               or
               small
               ,
               as
               ye
               please
               :
               Or
               like
               Sermons
               repeated
               by
               Children
               and
               Serving
               Lasses
               in
               a
               Presbyterian
               Family-Exercise
               ,
               Or
               like-one
               of
               Bishop
               Andrews
               Sermons
               re-preached
               the
               other
               day
               by
               an
               Expectant
               ,
               in
               his
               Episcopal
               Trial
               for
               the
               Ministery
               .
            
             
             
               I
               am
               ,
               Secondly
               ,
               wronged
               by
               false
               Copies
               ,
               and
               that
               by
               men
               either
               malicious
               to
               bring
               me
               to
               trouble
               ,
               or
               ignorant
               ,
               not
               apprehending
               my
               scope
               ,
               who
               in
               stead
               of
               mending
               my
               Lines
               ,
               have
               marred
               then
               all
               .
               And
               who
               striving
               to
               pull
               me
               out
               of
               the
               Mire
               ,
               hath
               thrown
               me
               into
               the
               Well
               ,
               not
               to
               wash
               me
               ,
               but
               to
               drown
               me
               :
               Or
               into
               the
               Fire
               ,
               not
               to
               dry
               me
               ,
               but
               to
               burn
               me
               .
            
             
               Thirdly
               ,
               I
               am
               most
               of
               all
               prejudged
               by
               the
               late
               Dutch
               War
               ,
               which
               occasioned
               the
               bringing
               in
               of
               such
               superfluity
               of
               Brandie
               ,
               which
               entering
               the
               brain
               of
               some
               of
               the
               worshippers
               of
               Bacchus
               ,
               hath
               there
               hatched
               Glosses
               of
               my
               Lines
               ,
               like
               that
               of
               Orleance
               ,
               destroying
               the
               Text.
               
            
             
               Those
               Brandy-Interpreters
               may
               be
               compared
               to
               Children
               espying
               shapes
               and
               figures
               in
               the
               fire
               ;
               Or
               to
               those
               who
               are
               giddie
               with
               drink
               ,
               imagining
               apparitions
               in
               the
               Clouds
               ;
               or
               to
               old
               Wives
               Commenting
               on
               Merlins
               or
               
               Rymers
               Prophesies
               ;
               Or
               to
               bad
               Divine
               expounding
               the
               Revelation
               ,
               who
               obtrud
               groundless
               fancies
               upon
               the
               ignorant
               multitude
               ,
               for
               Evangelical
               truths
               .
            
             
               If
               those
               Gentlemen
               hit
               my
               meaning
               ,
               any
               censure
               is
               too
               little
               for
               me
               ;
               If
               not
               ,
               no
               punishment
               is
               too
               great
               for
               them
               :
               And
               that
               for
               two
               reasons
               .
            
             
               First
               ,
               because
               they
               apply
               Passages
               of
               my
               Lines
               to
               men
               of
               honour
               ,
               of
               whom
               (
               God
               is
               my
               witness
               )
               I
               did
               not
               dream
               .
               Secondly
               ,
               because
               they
               make
               the
               World
               believe
               I
               am
               biting
               those
               whose
               wounds
               I
               am
               licking
               ,
               given
               by
               the
               biting
               of
               other
               Dogs
               .
            
             
               These
               things
               considered
               ,
               it
               is
               easie
               to
               answer
               all
               which
               is
               objected
               against
               me
               .
               And
               first
               ,
               some
               of
               the
               Society
               of
               Gotham
               Colledge
               had
               an
               intention
               to
               burn
               my
               Lines
               ,
               because
               I
               bring
               in
               Whiggs
               speaking
               too
               boldly
               in
               the
               Supplication
               ,
               and
               else
               where
               .
               But
               I
               answer
               ,
               If
               those
               Gentlemen
               speak
               as
               they
               
               think
               ,
               I
               commend
               their
               zeal
               ,
               but
               not
               their
               wisdome
               ;
               And
               who
               ever
               shall
               take
               the
               pains
               to
               burn
               them
               for
               Witches
               ,
               will
               lose
               both
               Coals
               and
               labour
               .
               I
               demand
               of
               them
               ,
               if
               one
               should
               pen
               a
               Play
               of
               the
               Powder-plot
               ,
               and
               bring
               in
               the
               Conspirators
               ,
               exhorting
               each
               other
               to
               blow
               up
               the
               Parliament-house
               ,
               who
               will
               tax
               the
               Author
               of
               Treason
               ?
               or
               who
               will
               tax
               the
               Psalmist
               of
               Athiesm
               ,
               for
               averring
               ,
               
                 The
                 fool
                 hath
                 said
                 in
                 his
                 Heart
                 ,
                 There
                 is
                 not
                 a
                 God
                 ?
              
               All
               not
               meer
               ignorants
               know
               it
               is
               permitted
               to
               Poets
               ,
               good
               or
               bad
               ,
               to
               personate
               a
               discourse
               ,
               that
               is
               ,
               to
               bring
               in
               Rebels
               speaking
               Treason
               ,
               and
               Athiests
               Blasphemy
               ;
               And
               why
               may
               not
               I
               ,
               a
               Poetaster
               ,
               or
               Poets
               Ape
               ,
               bring
               in
               fools
               speaking
               foolishly
               ,
               and
               wise
               men
               wisely
               ,
               and
               yet
               be
               neither
               a
               wise
               man
               nor
               a
               fool
               my self
               ?
               And
               if
               I
               be
               neither
               ,
               I
               must
               either
               be
               a
               mix'd
               man
               ,
               or
               else
               nothing
               .
               And
               in
               effect
               some
               call
               me
               a
               mix'd
               man
               ,
               others
               
               nothing
               :
               But
               since
               those
               who
               call
               me
               nothing
               are
               highly
               offended
               at
               me
               ,
               they
               mus●
               of
               necessity
               confess
               they
               are
               offended
               at
               nothing
               :
               I
               am
               more
               charitable
               to
               them
               ,
               I
               think
               they
               are
               something
               .
               What
               sort
               of
               thing
               it
               is
               ,
               all
               the
               world
               knoweth
               ,
               what
               ever
               it
               be
               it
               is
               worse
               then
               nothing
               .
            
             
               They
               object
               ,
               Sccondly
               ,
               that
               without
               Authority
               I
               have
               imposed
               a
               grievous
               Taxation
               upon
               the
               Liedges
               ,
               in
               exacting
               five
               Dollors
               for
               every
               Copy
               ,
               which
               may
               be
               called
               treason
               .
            
             
               But
               I
               answer
               ,
               since
               I
               charge
               them
               not
               with
               Horning
               to
               make
               payment
               ,
               the
               worst
               they
               can
               call
               it
               is
               but
               begging
               ,
               which
               it
               is
               not
               ,
               but
               a
               nameless
               Contract
               ,
               
                 Do
                 ut
                 des
              
               .
               And
               at
               first
               I
               did
               not
               dream
               of
               taking
               Money
               for
               those
               Lines
               ,
               until
               some
               known
               bitter
               enemies
               to
               the
               Presbyterians
               enforced
               each
               of
               them
               five
               Dollors
               on
               me
               for
               a
               Copy
               :
               they
               told
               me
               ,
               I
               might
               as
               well
               take
               Money
               for
               Rhime
               ,
               as
               Ministers
               and
               Lawyers
               for
               
               Prose
               ,
               and
               Physicians
               for
               nothing
               ,
               and
               worse
               then
               nothing
               ;
               Some
               Pleading
               ,
               Preaching
               ,
               and
               Curing
               (
               it
               is
               true
               )
               deserves
               Money
               a
               great
               deal
               better
               then
               my
               Lines
               :
               But
               it
               is
               as
               true
               ,
               that
               some
               of
               all
               three
               deserves
               it
               worse
               ;
               If
               my
               Lines
               do
               no
               good
               ,
               they
               do
               no
               hurt
               to
               the
               Souls
               ,
               Bodies
               ,
               or
               Estates
               of
               any
               .
            
             
               Secondly
               ,
               I
               demand
               Money
               of
               no
               Man
               ,
               yea
               ,
               I
               refuse
               it
               when
               it
               is
               offered
               ,
               not
               in
               jest
               ,
               until
               they
               make
               it
               appear
               they
               offer
               it
               in
               earnest
               ,
               which
               they
               do
               many
               wayes
               ;
               some
               throw
               Money
               on
               the
               ground
               ,
               some
               on
               the
               Table
               ;
               Some
               tell
               they
               'l
               have
               none
               of
               my
               Lines
               ,
               except
               I
               take
               their
               Money
               ;
               Some
               say
               I
               undervalue
               them
               ,
               when
               I
               refuse
               their
               Money
               ;
               Some
               say
               ,
               they
               are
               abler
               to
               give
               me
               Money
               ,
               then
               I
               am
               to
               want
               it
               ;
               some
               bid
               Devil
               break
               their
               neck
               if
               I
               take
               not
               their
               Money
               :
               Some
               bid
               God
               damn
               them
               if
               I
               take
               not
               their
               Money
               :
               yea
               ,
               I
               can
               instruct
               ,
               that
               a
               Sea-Captain
               offered
               to
               strike
               off
               my
               
               head
               with
               a
               Shable
               ,
               If
               I
               resus'd
               his
               Money
               :
               but
               the
               more
               moderat
               put
               Money
               unaworse
               in
               the
               Pocket
               of
               my
               Coat
               ,
               which
               many
               think
               I
               keep
               unbuttoned
               of
               purpose
               .
               Mistake
               me
               not
               ,
               Reader
               ,
               I
               am
               not
               instructing
               how
               Money
               should
               be
               offered
               ,
               but
               how
               it
               should
               not
               be
               offered
               ,
               lest
               I
               take
               it
               .
            
             
               Thirdly
               ,
               that
               I
               am
               not
               avaricious
               ,
               appears
               by
               my
               vowing
               to
               take
               no
               Money
               from
               Ministers
               and
               Ladies
               ,
               but
               they
               say
               I
               take
               Gold.
               But
               I
               answer
               ,
               they
               cluded
               my
               vow
               by
               equivocation
               ,
               putting
               Gold
               unaworse
               in
               the
               neck
               of
               my
               Doublet
               ,
               and
               then
               run
               away
               ,
               and
               I
               following
               to
               restore
               it
               ,
               stumbled
               .
               They
               instance
               I
               stumbled
               of
               purpose
               that
               I
               might
               not
               reach
               them
               :
               But
               they
               are
               still
               mistaken
               ,
               for
               a
               Lady
               having
               used
               me
               so
               ,
               I
               followed
               her
               to
               her
               Chamber
               ,
               and
               when
               I
               endeavoured
               to
               return
               her
               Gold
               to
               her
               pocket
               ,
               her
               Maid
               (
               mistaking
               my
               meaning
               )
               thinking
               perhaps
               
               I
               was
               searching
               for
               the
               wrong
               Pocket
               ,
               tax'd
               me
               of
               incivility
               ;
               So
               I
               was
               necessitate
               either
               to
               keep
               her
               Gold
               ,
               or
               else
               be
               thought
               uncivil
               to
               a
               Lady
               :
               let
               any
               indifferent
               man
               judge
               which
               was
               the
               least
               of
               the
               two
               evils
               .
               However
               ,
               Reader
               ,
               tempt
               me
               not
               with
               Gold
               ,
               except
               thou
               be
               in
               earnest
               .
               It
               dazeleth
               the
               eyes
               of
               the
               wise
               ,
               and
               therefore
               no
               marvel
               it
               blind
               those
               of
               a
               fool
               .
            
             
               The
               third
               Objection
               against
               me
               is
               ,
               that
               some
               affirm
               I
               am
               a
               bad
               Poet.
               But
               I
               answer
               ,
               that
               nothing
               can
               more
               offend
               a
               Poet
               and
               a
               Fidler
               ,
               then
               telling
               them
               they
               want
               skill
               :
               If
               in
               effect
               they
               be
               unskilful
               ,
               as
               I
               am
               ;
               And
               therefore
               no
               marvel
               if
               I
               reply
               in
               a
               fury
               that
               it
               is
               most
               true
               that
               I
               am
               a
               bad
               Poet
               ,
               and
               yet
               they
               are
               notorious
               liars
               in
               avering
               it
               ,
               because
               they
               do
               so
               out
               of
               malice
               ,
               not
               knowing
               whether
               they
               speak
               true
               or
               false
               .
               All
               the
               world
               knoweth
               they
               never
               made
               a
               greater
               progress
               in
               Poesie
               
               then
               the
               making
               of
               an
               Aie-house
               Roundelay
               ,
               and
               that
               a
               bad
               one
               .
               It
               were
               base
               in
               me
               to
               upbraid
               them
               with
               want
               of
               skill
               in
               their
               own
               professions
               ,
               in
               which
               they
               brag
               they
               have
               such
               insight
               ;
               As
               to
               one
               of
               them
               ,
               a
               Physician
               ,
               that
               he
               took
               the
               piss
               of
               a
               Ston'd-horse
               for
               that
               of
               a
               Woman
               with
               Child
               :
               To
               another
               ,
               a
               Mineralist
               ,
               who
               laid
               a
               wager
               of
               ten
               Dollors
               ,
               a
               piece
               of
               Brimstone
               was
               a
               piece
               of
               Silver
               ;
               To
               a
               third
               ,
               a
               Palmester
               ,
               to
               whom
               ,
               when
               a
               Boy
               in
               Girles
               apparel
               was
               brought
               in
               to
               him
               to
               have
               his
               hand
               viewed
               ,
               superciliously
               pronounced
               ,
               the
               Girle
               would
               have
               three
               Husbands
               ,
               bring
               forth
               nine
               Children
               ,
               and
               die
               of
               the
               tenth
               .
               It
               were
               most
               base
               in
               me
               to
               tell
               them
               they
               are
               fit
               for
               nothing
               ,
               except
               some
               will
               take
               them
               on
               to
               be
               Tasters
               of
               Drink
               :
               Neither
               are
               they
               fit
               for
               that
               but
               in
               the
               Morning
               ,
               for
               in
               the
               Afternoon
               many
               times
               they
               are
               in
               the
               Category
               of
               
               Plants
               that
               is
               without
               sense
               and
               reason
               ,
               having
               the
               use
               of
               no
               soul
               but
               the
               Vegitative
               .
               I
               could
               instance
               other
               things
               of
               that
               nature
               ,
               But
               I
               forbear
               ,
               lest
               the
               persons
               be
               discovered
               .
            
             
               Secondly
               ,
               to
               be
               a
               bad
               Poet
               may
               well
               be
               a
               shame
               ,
               it
               is
               no
               sin
               ;
               Neither
               is
               it
               a
               shame
               for
               me
               in
               this
               first
               essay
               ,
               withal
               my
               intention
               is
               to
               make
               men
               laugh
               ,
               and
               not
               to
               vex
               them
               :
               But
               bad
               Lines
               many
               times
               causeth
               more
               mirth
               then
               good
               ones
               .
               Where
               one
               laughs
               at
               the
               Poems
               of
               
                 Virgil
                 ,
                 Homer
                 ,
                 Ariosto
                 ,
                 Du
                 Bartas
                 ,
                 &c.
              
               twenty
               will
               laugh
               at
               those
               of
               
                 John
                 Cockburn
              
               ,
               or
               Mr.
               
                 Zacharie
                 Boyd
              
               .
               What
               Hypocondriaque
               would
               not
               presently
               be
               cured
               at
               the
               reading
               of
               those
               Lines
               .
            
             
               
                 
                   There
                   was
                   a
                   man
                   called
                
                 Job
              
               
                 
                   Dwelt
                   in
                   the
                   Land
                   of
                
                 Uz
                 ,
              
               
                 
                   He
                   had
                   a
                   good
                   gift
                   of
                   the
                   Gob
                   ,
                
              
               
                 
                   The
                   same
                   case
                   happen
                   us
                
                 .
              
            
             
             
               
                 Or
                 of
                 those
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 Absolom
                 
                   hang'd
                   on
                   a
                   Tree
                
                 ,
              
               
                 
                   Crying
                   Gods
                   mercie
                
                 :
              
               
                 Then
                 Joab
                 
                   came
                   in
                   ,
                   angry
                   was
                   he
                   ,
                
              
               
                 
                   And
                   put
                   a
                   Spear
                   in
                   his
                   Arsie
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
                 Or
                 of
                 those
                 of
              
               John
               Cockburn
               .
            
             
               
                 Samuel
                 
                   was
                   sent
                   to
                
                 France
                 ,
              
               
                 
                   To
                   learn
                   to
                   sing
                   and
                   dance
                   ,
                
              
               
                 
                   And
                   play
                   upon
                   a
                   Fiddle
                
                 :
              
               
                 
                   Now
                   hee
                   's
                   a
                   man
                   of
                   great
                   esteem
                   ,
                
              
               
                 
                   His
                   Mother
                   got
                   him
                   in
                   a
                   dream
                   ,
                
              
               
                 At
                 Culross
                 
                   on
                   a
                   Girdle
                
                 .
              
            
             
               For
               my
               part
               ,
               if
               I
               were
               a
               great
               man
               ,
               I
               would
               sooner
               give
               Gold
               for
               such
               Lines
               ,
               then
               Copper
               for
               all
               the
               Heroick
               Oracles
               ,
               of
               Seneca's
               Tragedies
               .
            
             
               If
               any
               have
               more
               to
               object
               ,
               let
               them
               impart
               it
               to
               me
               :
               And
               if
               I
               cannot
               excuse
               my self
               in
               reason
               ,
               I
               am
               willing
               to
               satisfie
               the
               
               Law
               ,
               I
               think
               it
               very
               strange
               that
               some
               grave
               and
               reverend
               men
               ,
               should
               so
               wrongtheir
               Conscience
               to
               traduce
               me
               ,
               since
               without
               hurting
               their
               Conscience
               they
               may
               speak
               so
               much
               evil
               of
               me
               and
               not
               lie
               ,
               as
               I
               may
               likewise
               do
               of
               them
               .
            
             
               In
               the
               end
               I
               give
               the
               Argument
               of
               a
               Second
               Part
               ,
               which
               will
               prove
               as
               harmless
               as
               a
               Whitred
               without
               teeth
               ,
               except
               some
               shall
               be
               pleased
               to
               call
               Ears
               Horns
               .
            
             
               One
               word
               more
               ,
               Reader
               ,
               and
               I
               shall
               trouble
               thee
               no
               further
               ;
               when
               thou
               hast
               perused
               my
               Lines
               ,
               and
               found
               them
               a
               cheat
               ,
               it
               cannot
               but
               vex
               thee
               that
               thou
               hast
               bestowed
               thy
               money
               to
               no
               purpose
               .
               But
               I
               intreat
               thee
               to
               consider
               that
               the
               only
               remedy
               is
               to
               conceal
               the
               cheat
               ,
               by
               commending
               still
               my
               Lines
               to
               others
               ,
               that
               thou
               may
               laugh
               when
               they
               shall
               be
               cheated
               as
               well
               as
               they
               self
               :
               In
               doing
               of
               which
               thou
               shall
               be
               a
               more
               Christian
               Liar
               then
               those
               who
               undervalue
               my
               Lines
               ,
               albeit
               they
               understand
               
               them
               no
               more
               then
               they
               do
               the
               Prophet
               Ezechiel
               ,
               as
               appears
               by
               their
               Commentaries
               on
               that
               Propher
               ,
               ready
               for
               the
               Press
               ,
               if
               they
               were
               once
               dead
               .
            
             
               Farewel
               .
            
             
               
                 S
                 ▪
                 C.
                 
              
            
          
        
         
           
             
             
               MOCK
               POEM
               ,
               Or
               ,
               
                 WHIGGS
                 SUPPLICATION
              
               .
            
             
               PART
               I.
               
            
             
               
                 Argument
                 .
              
               
                 
                   ASter
                   invocking
                   of
                   the
                   Muse
                   ,
                
                 
                   As
                   many
                   learned
                   Poets
                   use
                   :
                
                 
                   Next
                   is
                   describ'd
                   the
                   time
                   of
                   year
                
                 
                   When
                   Whiggs
                   in
                   Armour
                   did
                   appear
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   Good-man's
                   Person
                   ,
                   and
                   his
                   Weed
                   ,
                
                 
                   His
                   Armour
                   ,
                   Lady
                   ,
                   Squire
                   ,
                   and
                   Steed
                   ,
                
                 
                   Dog
                   ,
                   and
                   Pigeon
                   ,
                   and
                   his
                   mind
                
                 
                   All
                   Allegories
                   ,
                   where
                   ye
                   find
                
                 
                 
                   Clothed
                   with
                   many
                   a
                   sensless
                   word
                   ,
                
                 
                   Mysterious
                   things
                   ,
                   not
                   with
                   a
                   turd
                   :
                
                 
                   As
                   said
                   one
                   in
                   a
                   reverend
                   Coat
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   else
                   he
                   understood
                   them
                   not
                   .
                
                 
                   As
                   lately
                   ,
                   when
                   he
                   Scripture-vext
                   ,
                
                 
                   He
                   forc'd
                   was
                   to
                   say
                   off
                   his
                   Text
                   :
                
                 
                   And
                   then
                   ye
                   have
                   a
                   supplication
                
                 
                   Greatly
                   misconstrued
                   of
                   the
                   Nation
                   .
                
                 
                   At
                   first
                   they
                   dispute
                   how
                   to
                   mend
                   it
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   then
                   advise
                   by
                   whom
                   to
                   send
                   it
                   :
                
                 
                   Where
                   Knight
                   and
                   Squire
                   each
                   other
                   thump
                   ,
                
                 
                   As
                   did
                   
                     De
                     Ruyter
                  
                   and
                   
                     Van
                     Trump
                  
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
                 Who
                 ever
                 thou
                 art
                 ,
                 Muse
                 ,
                 who
                 dost
                 make
              
               
                 By
                 force
                 of
                 Brandy
                 ,
                 Ale
                 ,
                 and
                 Sack
                 ,
              
               
                 Some
                 who
                 both
                 words
                 and
                 matter
                 want
                 ,
              
               
                 Admired
                 of
                 the
                 ignorant
                 :
              
               
                 In
                 whom
                 sagacious
                 noses
                 snuff
                 ;
              
               
                 Nought
                 worth
                 but
                 Plagiary
                 stuff
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 which
                 they
                 purchase
                 praise
                 and
                 money
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 Bees
                 have
                 toil'd
                 ,
                 Drons
                 eat
                 the
                 Honey
                 .
              
               
               
                 Inspire
                 me
                 with
                 Poetick
                 surie
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 I
                 may
                 likewise
                 favour
                 Currie
                 :
              
               
                 VVith
                 all
                 men
                 to
                 augment
                 my
                 Pack
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 making
                 Lines
                 not
                 worth
                 a
                 Plack
                 :
              
               
                 Some
                 of
                 eight
                 Syllabs
                 ,
                 some
                 of
                 ten
                 ,
              
               
                 Some
                 borrowed
                 from
                 other
                 men
                 :
              
               
                 As
                 
                   Cleveland
                   ,
                   Don
                
                 ,
                 or
                 Tass
                 Divine
                 ,
              
               
                 Some
                 ill
                 translated
                 from
                 Marine
                 ;
              
               
                 Some
                 Oedipus
                 cannot
                 not
                 unridle
                 ,
              
               
                 Some
                 sounding
                 like
                 a
                 blind
                 mans
                 Fiddle
                 ,
              
               
                 Observing
                 neither
                 tune
                 nor
                 time
                 ,
              
               
                 Some
                 nonsense
                 to
                 make
                 up
                 the
                 Rime
                 .
              
               
                 Though
                 I
                 speak
                 true
                 ,
                 or
                 false
                 ,
                 no
                 matter
                 ,
              
               
                 If
                 I
                 traduce
                 ,
                 some
                 others
                 flatter
                 ,
              
               
                 So
                 sundry
                 men
                 were
                 us'd
                 of
                 late
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 they
                 were
                 on
                 or
                 off
                 the
                 State.
              
               
                 Grant
                 that
                 I
                 may
                 curb
                 all
                 Backbiters
                 ,
              
               
                 Of
                 Surplice
                 ,
                 High-sleev'd
                 Gowns
                 ,
                 and
                 Miters
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 Church-governing
                 Paradoxes
                 ,
              
               
                 Of
                 Calvins
                 followers
                 ,
                 and
                 Knoxes
                 .
              
               
               
                 In
                 mystick
                 allegorick
                 tone
                 ,
              
               
                 Scarce
                 understood
                 by
                 any
                 one
                 .
              
               
                 Grant
                 me
                 to
                 scold
                 ,
                 revile
                 and
                 prat
                 ,
              
               
                 Shame
                 fall
                 me
                 ,
                 if
                 my self
                 knows
                 what
                 :
              
               
                 When
                 Rhime
                 bursts
                 out
                 from
                 breast
                 inrag'd
                 ,
              
               
                 Like
                 turds
                 from
                 puddings
                 overcharg'd
                 ;
              
               
                 Some
                 galling
                 ,
                 other
                 some
                 to
                 laughter
                 ,
              
               
                 Moving
                 like
                 Parrat
                 when
                 it
                 's
                 taught
                 her
                 .
              
               
                 Hoping
                 my
                 prayer
                 thou
                 wilt
                 hear
                 ,
              
               
                 O
                 Muse
                 !
                 have
                 at
                 the
                 time
                 of
                 year
                 ;
              
               
                 When
                 Whiggs
                 from
                 lurking-holes
                 did
                 sally
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 in
                 the
                 open
                 fields
                 did
                 rally
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 It
                 was
                 about
                 the
                 time
                 when
                 Oysters
              
               
                 Abound
                 so
                 with
                 venereous
                 moystures
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 they
                 are
                 used
                 Even
                 and
                 Morn
              
               
                 By
                 those
                 that
                 do
                 their
                 Neighbour
                 horn
                 ;
              
               
                 Which
                 doth
                 their
                 prices
                 so
                 inhance
              
               
                 At
                 Englands
                 Court
                 ,
                 and
                 that
                 of
                 France
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 Oyster-Wives
                 have
                 money
                 ready
              
               
                 To
                 make
                 their
                 Daughter
                 somtime
                 Lady
                 :
              
               
                 As
                 doth
                 appear
                 by
                 one
                 of
                 late
              
               
               
                 Whose
                 Son-in-Law
                 bore
                 sway
                 in
                 State.
              
               
                 When
                 snow
                 makes
                 dikes
                 and
                 mountains
                 white
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 folks
                 by
                 Physick
                 seldom
                 shite
                 ,
              
               
                 Except
                 there
                 be
                 some
                 Pocky
                 reason
                 ;
              
               
                 When
                 Mutton
                 weareth
                 out
                 of
                 season
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 stead
                 of
                 which
                 ,
                 at
                 every
                 meal
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 men
                 eat
                 rosted
                 Hens
                 and
                 Veal
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 those
                 at
                 Forth
                 eat
                 Garvie
                 Fishes
                 ,
              
               
                 Then
                 fittest
                 to
                 be
                 serv'd
                 in
                 dishes
                 ;
              
               
                 Which
                 to
                 the
                 pallat
                 pleasing
                 proves
                 ,
              
               
                 Like
                 Adriatique
                 Gulph
                 Anchoves
                 .
              
               
                 When
                 that
                 the
                 Blak
                 bird
                 hoarsly
                 whistles
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 Trouts
                 and
                 Abercorn
                 Mussles
              
               
                 Are
                 stark
                 nought
                 ;
                 when
                 that
                 the
                 Swallow
              
               
                 Lyes
                 sleeping
                 in
                 her
                 own
                 tallow
                 ,
              
               
                 Within
                 some
                 sub-terranean
                 hole
                 ;
              
               
                 When
                 under
                 the
                 Antarctique
                 Pole
              
               
                 There
                 is
                 no
                 night
                 ,
                 under
                 out
                 other
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 man
                 cannot
                 discern
                 his
                 Brother
                 ,
              
               
                 It
                 is
                 so
                 dark
                 ;
                 when
                 Summers
                 heats
              
               
                 Scroatcheth
                 the
                 Magellanique
                 straits
                 ,
              
               
               
                 And
                 burneth
                 up
                 the
                 Corn
                 and
                 Hay
              
               
                 About
                 the
                 
                   Caput
                   bonae
                   Spei
                
                 :
              
               
                 If
                 that
                 be
                 tedious
                 to
                 remember
                 ,
              
               
                 It
                 was
                 in
                 Januar
                 ,
                 or
                 December
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 I
                 did
                 see
                 the
                 out-law
                 Whiggs
              
               
                 Ly
                 scattered
                 up
                 and
                 down
                 the
                 Riggs
                 :
              
               
                 Some
                 had
                 Hoggers
                 ,
                 some
                 Straw
                 Boots
                 ,
              
               
                 Some
                 uncovered
                 Legs
                 and
                 Coots
                 :
              
               
                 Some
                 had
                 Halbards
                 ,
                 some
                 had
                 Durks
                 ,
              
               
                 Some
                 had
                 crooked
                 Swords
                 like
                 Turks
                 :
              
               
                 Some
                 had
                 Stings
                 ,
                 some
                 had
                 Flails
              
               
                 Knit
                 with
                 Eel
                 and
                 Oxen
                 tails
                 :
              
               
                 Some
                 had
                 Spears
                 ,
                 some
                 had
                 Pikes
                 ,
              
               
                 Some
                 had
                 Spades
                 which
                 delved
                 Dikes
                 :
              
               
                 Some
                 had
                 Guns
                 with
                 rousty
                 Ratches
                 ,
              
               
                 Some
                 had
                 fiery
                 Peats
                 for
                 Mitches
                 .
              
               
                 Some
                 had
                 Bows
                 ,
                 but
                 wanted
                 Arrows
                 ,
              
               
                 Some
                 had
                 Pistols
                 without
                 marrows
                 ;
              
               
                 Some
                 had
                 the
                 Coulter
                 of
                 a
                 Plough
                 :
              
               
                 Some
                 Syths
                 had
                 ,
                 men
                 and
                 horse
                 to
                 hough
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 some
                 with
                 a
                 Lochaber
                 Ax
                 ,
              
               
               
                 Resolv'd
                 to
                 give
                 Dalzell
                 his
                 paiks
                 .
              
               
                 Some
                 had
                 Cross-Bows
                 ,
                 some
                 were
                 Slingers
                 ,
              
               
                 Some
                 had
                 only
                 Knives
                 and
                 Whingers
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 most
                 of
                 all
                 ,
                 believe
                 who
                 lists
                 ,
              
               
                 Had
                 nought
                 to
                 fight
                 with
                 ,
                 but
                 their
                 Fists
                 :
              
               
                 They
                 had
                 no
                 Collours
                 to
                 display
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 wanted
                 Order
                 and
                 Array
                 :
              
               
                 Their
                 Officers
                 and
                 Motion-teachers
              
               
                 Were
                 very
                 few
                 ,
                 beside
                 their
                 Preachers
                 .
              
               
                 Without
                 Horse
                 .
                 or
                 Artilzery-pieces
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 thought
                 to
                 imitate
                 the
                 Swises
                 ;
              
               
                 When
                 from
                 Navar
                 they
                 sallied
                 out
                 .
              
               
                 Tremovile
                 and
                 brave
                 Trivulce
                 to
                 rout
                 .
              
               
                 For
                 Martial
                 Musick
                 ,
                 every
                 day
              
               
                 They
                 used
                 oft
                 to
                 sing
                 and
                 pray
                 ;
              
               
                 Which
                 hearts
                 them
                 more
                 when
                 danger
                 comes
                 ,
              
               
                 Then
                 others
                 Trumpets
                 and
                 their
                 Drums
                 .
              
               
                 With
                 such
                 provision
                 as
                 they
                 had
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 were
                 so
                 stout
                 ,
                 or
                 else
                 so
                 mad
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 to
                 petition
                 once
                 again
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 if
                 the
                 issue
                 proved
                 vain
                 ,
              
               
               
                 They
                 were
                 resolv'd
                 with
                 one
                 accord
              
               
                 To
                 fight
                 the
                 battles
                 of
                 the
                 Lord.
                 
              
            
             
               
                 Upon
                 their
                 head
                 march'd
                 the
                 Good-man
                 ,
              
               
                 Like
                 Scanderbeg
                 ,
                 or
                 Tamerlane
                 .
              
               
                 Dame
                 Nature
                 straind
                 her
                 outmost
                 care
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 mould
                 him
                 for
                 a
                 man
                 of
                 War
                 :
              
               
                 A
                 terrible
                 and
                 a
                 dreadfull
                 foe
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 doth
                 appear
                 from
                 top
                 to
                 toe
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 shape
                 and
                 fashion
                 of
                 his
                 head
                 ,
              
               
                 Was
                 like
                 a
                 Con
                 ,
                 or
                 Pyramid
                 :
              
               
                 Or
                 for
                 to
                 speak
                 in
                 terms
                 more
                 groff
                 ,
              
               
                 was
                 just
                 like
                 Suggar
                 Loaf
                 :
              
               
                 Or
                 like
                 the
                 head
                 of
                 Rob
                 the
                 Cripple
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 like
                 the
                 spear
                 of
                 Magdalen
                 Steeple
                 :
              
               
                 Or
                 like
                 the
                 bottom
                 of
                 a
                 Tap
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 like
                 a
                 furr'd
                 Muscovia
                 Cap.
              
               
                 They
                 who
                 the
                 South-east
                 Countries
                 haunts
                 ,
              
               
                 Affirm
                 such
                 heads
                 have
                 Turkish
                 Saints
                 :
              
               
                 Which
                 as
                 some
                 learned
                 Writers
                 notes
                 ,
              
               
                 Are
                 here
                 with
                 us
                 call'd
                 Idiots
                 .
              
               
               
                 Because
                 long
                 hair
                 the
                 wit
                 dot
                 dull
                 ,
              
               
                 Nought
                 was
                 between
                 Heaven
                 and
                 his
                 Skull
                 :
              
               
                 His
                 Ears
                 was
                 long
                 ,
                 and
                 stood
                 upright
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 did
                 so
                 well
                 become
                 the
                 Knight
                 :
              
               
                 That
                 at
                 some
                 distance
                 he
                 seem'd
                 horn'd
                 ,
              
               
                 His
                 one
                 eye
                 was
                 with
                 pearl
                 adorn'd
                 ;
              
               
                 His
                 other
                 eye
                 lookt
                 so
                 a-squint
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 it
                 was
                 hard
                 to
                 ward
                 his
                 dint
                 :
              
               
                 From
                 thence
                 down
                 to
                 his
                 mouth
                 arose
              
               
                 A
                 mountain
                 rather
                 then
                 a
                 nose
                 ;
              
               
                 Upon
                 which
                 Savage
                 beasts
                 did
                 feed
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 Worms
                 ,
                 and
                 Selkhorns
                 ,
                 which
                 with
                 speed
              
               
                 Would
                 eat
                 it
                 up
                 ,
                 but
                 he
                 begins
              
               
                 In
                 time
                 to
                 pick
                 them
                 out
                 with
                 Pins
                 .
              
               
                 His
                 lips
                 were
                 thick
                 ,
                 his
                 mouth
                 was
                 wide
                 ,
              
               
                 His
                 teeth
                 each
                 other
                 did
                 bestride
                 :
              
               
                 His
                 tongue
                 was
                 big
                 ,
                 though
                 well
                 he
                 meant
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 was
                 not
                 very
                 eloquent
                 .
              
               
                 His
                 beard
                 was
                 long
                 ,
                 and
                 red
                 ,
                 and
                 thin
                 ,
              
               
                 Making
                 a
                 Ball-green
                 on
                 his
                 Chin
                 :
              
               
                 As
                 trees
                 do
                 sometime
                 in
                 a
                 Wood
                 ,
              
               
               
                 Where
                 Horse
                 and
                 Oxen
                 gather
                 food
                 :
              
               
                 His
                 Arms
                 were
                 stiff
                 like
                 Barrow-trams
                 ,
              
               
                 His
                 Hands
                 were
                 hued
                 like
                 reisted
                 Hams
                 :
              
               
                 At
                 Finger-ends
                 he
                 never
                 fails
              
               
                 To
                 have
                 the
                 King
                 of
                 Babel's
                 Nails
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 sooner
                 then
                 a
                 Knife
                 ,
                 by
                 half
                 ,
              
               
                 Will
                 cut
                 the
                 throat
                 of
                 Sheep
                 or
                 Calf
                 .
              
               
                 When
                 he
                 ,
                 not
                 loving
                 to
                 be
                 idle
                 ,
              
               
                 Turns
                 Cook
                 to
                 any
                 Peny-Bridle
                 .
              
               
                 They
                 scrape
                 up
                 Works
                 about
                 his
                 Leagure
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 great
                 deal
                 stronger
                 ,
                 and
                 far
                 bigger
              
               
                 Then
                 those
                 made
                 by
                 
                   Don
                   Pedro
                   Saa
                
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 Spinola
                 besiedg'd
                 Breda
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 had
                 a
                 Lump
                 upon
                 his
                 Back
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 some
                 took
                 for
                 a
                 Pedlers
                 Pack
                 :
              
               
                 But
                 other
                 some
                 did
                 it
                 suppose
                 .
              
               
                 A
                 Bagg
                 which
                 kept
                 his
                 Meal
                 for
                 Brose
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 neither
                 conjecture
                 was
                 good
                 ,
              
               
                 It
                 was
                 a
                 lump
                 of
                 Flesh
                 and
                 Blood.
              
               
                 His
                 Womb
                 stood
                 out
                 an
                 cln
                 before
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 far
                 behiud
                 his
                 Bumm
                 ,
                 and
                 more
                 :
              
               
               
                 When
                 overcharg'd
                 ,
                 it
                 made
                 a
                 sound
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 did
                 like
                 Earthquake
                 shake
                 the
                 ground
                 .
              
               
                 With
                 which
                 ,
                 as
                 Sentrie
                 ,
                 when
                 he
                 sleeps
                 ,
              
               
                 His
                 Cloaths
                 from
                 Mice
                 and
                 Rats
                 he
                 keeps
                 ;
              
               
                 Which
                 to
                 his
                 Pockets
                 swarm
                 like
                 Bees
                 ,
              
               
                 Finding
                 the
                 smell
                 of
                 Bread
                 and
                 Cheese
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 several
                 times
                 the
                 fainting
                 Knight
              
               
                 Doth
                 take
                 for
                 Cordials
                 in
                 the
                 night
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 when
                 the
                 Beasts
                 do
                 hear
                 the
                 Thunder
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 'r
                 so
                 amaz'd
                 with
                 fear
                 and
                 wonder
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 to
                 the
                 Gate
                 go
                 Mice
                 and
                 Rats
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 fast
                 ,
                 as
                 if
                 pursu'd
                 by
                 Cats
                 .
              
               
                 Was
                 never
                 man
                 in
                 those
                 Dominions
                 .
              
               
                 About
                 whose
                 Legs
                 were
                 more
                 opinions
                 .
              
               
                 First
                 ,
                 there
                 are
                 many
                 who
                 avow
                 .
              
               
                 They
                 are
                 like
                 an
                 inverted
                 V.
              
               
                 And
                 other
                 some
                 do
                 stiffly
                 jangle
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 they
                 and
                 Thighs
                 make
                 a
                 Quadrangle
                 .
              
               
                 Some
                 think
                 ,
                 that
                 Thighs
                 joyning
                 ,
                 they
                 gape
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 Circular
                 ,
                 or
                 Oval
                 shape
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 other
                 some
                 are
                 ,
                 who
                 avouch
              
               
               
                 Then
                 Semi-circles
                 in
                 a
                 touch
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 other
                 some
                 ,
                 there
                 are
                 who
                 tells
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 'r
                 Semi-circles
                 paralels
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 those
                 who
                 on
                 them
                 better
                 looked
                 ,
              
               
                 Say
                 one
                 was
                 straight
                 ,
                 the
                 other
                 crooked
                 :
              
               
                 Not
                 as
                 in
                 touching
                 they
                 did
                 make
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 famous
                 Angle
                 of
                 Contact
                 .
              
               
                 Which
                 Euclids
                 demonstration
                 shows
                 ,
              
               
                 If
                 in
                 their
                 Juncture
                 ye
                 put
                 straws
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 truth
                 is
                 ,
                 they
                 in
                 every
                 thing
                 ,
              
               
                 Resemble
                 do
                 a
                 Bow
                 and
                 String
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 one
                 straight
                 to
                 the
                 other
                 bending
                 ,
              
               
                 Is
                 like
                 a
                 Chord
                 an
                 Arch
                 subtending
                 :
              
               
                 In
                 which
                 Schem
                 ,
                 if
                 ye
                 draw
                 some
                 Lines
                 ,
              
               
                 Ye
                 may
                 have
                 Secants
                 ,
                 Tangents
                 ,
                 Sines
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 Ale-pot
                 measuring
                 much
                 enables
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 help
                 of
                 Logarithmique
                 Tables
                 ;
              
               
                 Which
                 questions
                 soonest
                 do
                 decide
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 by
                 Substraction
                 they
                 Divide
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 Multiplieth
                 by
                 Addition
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 now
                 doth
                 Popish
                 superstition
                 ,
              
               
               
                 Which
                 multiplieth
                 every
                 day
                 ,
              
               
                 Having
                 some
                 added
                 to
                 its
                 way
                 .
              
               
                 Their
                 entry
                 to
                 that
                 Church
                 is
                 fine
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 Re-baptize
                 them
                 all
                 with
                 Wine
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 their
                 Apostles
                 think
                 far
                 better
              
               
                 To
                 wash
                 away
                 mens
                 sins
                 ,
                 then
                 water
                 .
              
               
                 Now
                 all
                 's
                 describ'd
                 to
                 feet
                 and
                 toes
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 I
                 could
                 not
                 see
                 for
                 his
                 shooes
                 :
              
               
                 Some
                 say
                 ,
                 his
                 toes
                 ,
                 who
                 saw
                 his
                 feet
                 ,
              
               
                 Resembled
                 an
                 Alphabet
                 ,
              
               
                 Greek
                 ,
                 Syriack
                 ,
                 or
                 Arabick
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 Breviations
                 Stenographick
                 ;
              
               
                 Which
                 they
                 do
                 counterfeit
                 like
                 Apes
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 great
                 variety
                 of
                 shapes
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 You
                 may
                 believe
                 it
                 as
                 your
                 Creed
                 :
              
               
                 Such
                 was
                 his
                 Armour
                 and
                 his
                 weed
                 ;
              
               
                 He
                 wore
                 a
                 pair
                 of
                 Pullion
                 Breeches
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 Yellow
                 Doublet
                 with
                 blew
                 Steeches
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 long
                 black
                 Cassock
                 over
                 his
                 Ars
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 he
                 had
                 been
                 the
                 fool
                 of
                 Mars
                 :
              
               
               
                 He
                 had
                 on
                 each
                 Leg
                 a
                 Gramash
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 Top
                 of
                 Lint
                 for
                 his
                 Panash
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 bravely
                 flourish'd
                 in
                 his
                 Crest
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 folded
                 Cloak
                 for
                 Back
                 and
                 Breast
                 .
              
               
                 A
                 Glove
                 of
                 Plate
                 ,
                 which
                 once
                 was
                 worn
              
               
                 By
                 Black
                 Dowglas
                 at
                 Bannockburn
                 .
              
               
                 For
                 Head-piece
                 ,
                 a
                 Cowl
                 lin'd
                 with
                 Iron
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 did
                 his
                 Temples
                 so
                 inviron
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 it
                 would
                 cost
                 a
                 world
                 of
                 pains
              
               
                 For
                 any
                 to
                 beat
                 out
                 his
                 Brains
                 .
              
               
                 A
                 Blunderbush
                 hang'd
                 at
                 his
                 back
                 ,
              
               
                 Of
                 terrible
                 report
                 and
                 crack
                 ;
              
               
                 As
                 have
                 a
                 lower
                 Tire
                 of
                 Guns
                 ,
              
               
                 Shot
                 from
                 a
                 Ship
                 of
                 many
                 Tuns
                 .
              
               
                 A
                 Horse
                 he
                 never
                 doth
                 bestride
                 ,
              
               
                 Without
                 a
                 Pistol
                 at
                 each
                 side
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 without
                 other
                 two
                 before
                 ,
              
               
                 One
                 at
                 either
                 Sadle
                 Tore
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 now
                 when
                 he
                 hath
                 much
                 ado
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 hath
                 one
                 in
                 each
                 Pocket
                 too
                 .
              
               
                 A
                 Sword
                 which
                 woundeth
                 deep
                 and
                 wide
                 ,
              
               
               
                 A
                 Target
                 of
                 a
                 seven-fold
                 Hide
                 :
              
               
                 A
                 very
                 strange
                 enchanted
                 Lance
                 ,
              
               
                 Whose
                 touch
                 makes
                 men
                 from
                 Sadle
                 dance
              
               
                 As
                 sometimes
                 of
                 old
                 did
                 another
                 ,
              
               
                 Belonging
                 to
                 Angeliques
                 Brother
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 after
                 to
                 the
                 English
                 Duke
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 mentions
                 
                 Ariosto's
                 Book
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 thus
                 with
                 more
                 Arms
                 he
                 doth
                 ride
                 ,
              
               
                 Then
                 other
                 twenty
                 had
                 beside
                 .
              
               
                 Whether
                 he
                 gain
                 the
                 day
                 ,
                 or
                 tine
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 never
                 misseth
                 to
                 kill
                 nine
                 :
              
               
                 As
                 doth
                 appear
                 to
                 all
                 who
                 reckons
                 ,
              
               
                 Justly
                 the
                 number
                 of
                 his
                 Weapons
                 .
              
               
                 Among
                 ten
                 thousand
                 ,
                 all
                 alone
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 every
                 Weapon
                 he
                 kills
                 one
                 .
              
               
                 Some
                 say
                 ,
                 he
                 used
                 to
                 take
                 lives
              
               
                 With
                 Whingers
                 ,
                 and
                 Kilmarnock
                 Knives
                 :
              
               
                 But
                 he
                 thinks
                 that
                 belongs
                 to
                 Boutchers
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 others
                 ,
                 like
                 
                 Damaeta's
                 Coutchers
                 .
              
               
                 For
                 when
                 with
                 any
                 he
                 doth
                 swagger
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 seldome
                 useth
                 Knife
                 ,
                 or
                 Dagger
                 :
              
               
               
                 Except
                 they
                 come
                 in
                 wrestling
                 terms
                 ,
              
               
                 Permitted
                 by
                 the
                 Law
                 of
                 Arms.
              
               
                 The
                 Laws
                 of
                 Knighthood
                 he
                 doth
                 keep
                 ,
              
               
                 Not
                 killing
                 Men
                 like
                 Calves
                 or
                 Sheep
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 I
                 ask'd
                 at
                 several
                 who
                 he
                 was
                 ,
              
               
                 Some
                 said
                 he
                 was
                 Sir
                 Hudibras
                 ,
              
               
                 Deceived
                 by
                 his
                 boulky
                 Paunch
                 :
              
               
                 Some
                 said
                 
                   Don
                   Quixot
                   de
                   la
                   Maunch
                
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 was
                 more
                 like
                 then
                 was
                 the
                 other
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 many
                 things
                 he
                 was
                 his
                 Brother
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 First
                 ,
                 in
                 his
                 head
                 were
                 many
                 fancies
                 ,
              
               
                 Bred
                 by
                 the
                 reading
                 of
                 Romances
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 thought
                 before
                 the
                 day
                 of
                 Doom
              
               
                 The
                 Covenanters
                 would
                 burn
                 Rome
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 trample
                 down
                 the
                 Man
                 of
                 Sin
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 thought
                 the
                 work
                 he
                 would
                 begin
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 to
                 the
                 glory
                 of
                 his
                 Nation
                 ,
              
               
                 Accomplish
                 all
                 the
                 Revelation
                 .
              
               
                 Prat
                 what
                 they
                 please
                 in
                 Popish
                 Schools
                 ,
              
               
               
                 Hammond
                 and
                 Grotius
                 were
                 but
                 fools
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 say
                 ,
                 it
                 is
                 fulfil'd
                 already
                 ,
              
               
                 Must
                 think
                 they
                 prayed
                 to
                 our
                 Lady
                 .
              
               
                 They
                 aim'd
                 at
                 Reconciliation
                 ,
              
               
                 Between
                 the
                 Pope
                 and
                 every
                 Nation
                 .
              
               
                 All
                 other
                 things
                 they
                 could
                 pack
                 up
                 ,
              
               
                 If
                 ye
                 take
                 not
                 from
                 them
                 the
                 Cup
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 they
                 had
                 reason
                 ,
                 for
                 in
                 truth
                 ,
              
               
                 Some
                 think
                 they
                 had
                 a
                 burning
                 drouth
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Next
                 ,
                 like
                 
                   Don
                   Quixot
                
                 ,
                 some
                 suppose
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 had
                 a
                 Lady
                 
                   Del
                   to
                   Bose
                
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 never
                 budged
                 from
                 his
                 side
                 ,
              
               
                 Upon
                 a
                 pair
                 of
                 Sodds
                 astride
                 :
              
               
                 By
                 whose
                 sole
                 industry
                 and
                 care
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 manag'd
                 all
                 the
                 holy
                 War.
              
               
                 We
                 read
                 in
                 greatest
                 Warriours
                 lives
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 oft
                 were
                 ruled
                 by
                 their
                 Wives
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Worlds
                 Conquerour
                 ,
                 Alexander
                 ,
              
               
                 Obey'd
                 a
                 Lady
                 his
                 Commander
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 Anthony
                 that
                 Drunkard
                 keen
              
               
               
                 Was
                 rul'd
                 by
                 his
                 lascivious
                 Queen
                 .
              
               
                 King
                 Arthur
                 for
                 his
                 VVifes
                 sake
                 ,
              
               
                 Winkt
                 at
                 
                   Lance
                   lot
                   Du
                   Lake
                
                 ,
              
               
                 Though
                 to
                 his
                 opprobry
                 and
                 scorn
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 cherisht
                 one
                 himself
                 to
                 horn
                 .
              
               
                 They
                 say
                 ,
                 that
                 now
                 are
                 many
                 others
              
               
                 Who
                 in
                 that
                 case
                 are
                 Arthurs
                 brothers
                 .
              
               
                 So
                 the
                 imperious
                 Roxalan
                 ,
              
               
                 Made
                 the
                 great
                 
                   Turk
                   John
                   Thomsons
                
                 man.
              
               
                 Another
                 Warriour
                 ,
                 all
                 his
                 life
              
               
                 Was
                 also
                 ruled
                 by
                 his
                 Wife
                 :
              
               
                 Albeit
                 before
                 their
                 death
                 arose
              
               
                 Some
                 strife
                 between
                 them
                 for
                 her
                 Pose
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Thirdly
                 ,
                 like
                 Quixot
                 ,
                 he
                 a
                 Squire
                 ,
              
               
                 Had
                 Zancho
                 call'd
                 to
                 whet
                 his
                 ire
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 in
                 a
                 fury
                 he
                 did
                 wrestle
              
               
                 With
                 Giant
                 ,
                 or
                 Inchanted
                 Castle
                 .
              
               
                 Or
                 like
                 
                   Don
                   Quixot
                
                 with
                 Wind-Mills
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 with
                 Dalzel
                 at
                 
                 Pentland-Hills
                 .
              
               
                 Or
                 when
                 ,
                 like
                 Perseus
                 ,
                 he
                 was
                 ready
              
               
               
                 To
                 fight
                 a
                 Monster
                 for
                 a
                 Lady
                 :
              
               
                 Being
                 victorious
                 in
                 the
                 strife
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 still
                 refus'd
                 the
                 Nymph
                 to
                 Wife
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 that
                 with
                 such
                 a
                 modest
                 grace
              
               
                 As
                 Fames
                 Knight
                 did
                 the
                 Heir
                 of
                 Thrace
                 :
              
               
                 To
                 which
                 Squire
                 ,
                 the
                 bounteous
                 Knight
              
               
                 Promised
                 either
                 Man
                 ,
                 or
                 Wight
                 ,
              
               
                 Gernsey
                 ,
                 or
                 Jersey
                 ,
                 or
                 some
                 Isle
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 a
                 Lord
                 Governours
                 Style
                 .
              
               
                 When
                 he
                 should
                 beat
                 his
                 foes
                 asunder
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 bring
                 the
                 Whore
                 of
                 Babel
                 under
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Lastly
                 ,
                 on
                 
                 Quixot's
                 Rozinant
              
               
                 He
                 rode
                 ,
                 who
                 took
                 the
                 Covenant
                 .
              
               
                 As
                 many
                 think
                 ,
                 none
                 of
                 the
                 Nation
              
               
                 Could
                 make
                 him
                 take
                 the
                 Declaration
                 .
              
               
                 Some
                 endeavour'd
                 to
                 have
                 the
                 Horse
              
               
                 Proclaimed
                 Rebel
                 from
                 the
                 Cross
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 though
                 they
                 did
                 with
                 open
                 throats
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Horse
                 eats
                 still
                 his
                 Hay
                 and
                 Oats
                 :
              
               
                 Not
                 dreaming
                 that
                 in
                 any
                 thing
              
               
               
                 He
                 Country
                 did
                 offend
                 ,
                 or
                 King.
              
               
                 The
                 wisest
                 Lawyers
                 of
                 the
                 Nation
                 ,
              
               
                 Advis'd
                 him
                 to
                 make
                 Appellation
                 ;
              
               
                 Because
                 it
                 was
                 against
                 all
                 reason
              
               
                 To
                 condemn
                 a
                 Beast
                 for
                 treason
                 ;
              
               
                 Which
                 reason
                 ,
                 at
                 a
                 tippling
                 Can
                 ,
              
               
                 Had
                 sav'd
                 his
                 Master
                 the
                 Good-man
                 :
              
               
                 If
                 after
                 his
                 rebellious
                 Journey
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 had
                 met
                 with
                 a
                 King's
                 Atturney
                 ,
              
               
                 VVho
                 could
                 by
                 Law
                 and
                 Reason
                 show
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 greater
                 beast
                 was
                 of
                 the
                 two
                 .
              
               
                 Or
                 with
                 another
                 ,
                 who
                 for
                 riches
              
               
                 Stood
                 for
                 incestuous
                 VVhoors
                 and
                 VVitches
              
               
                 Or
                 any
                 other
                 ,
                 whom
                 ye
                 list
              
               
                 So
                 they
                 did
                 well
                 anoint
                 his
                 Fist
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Beside
                 his
                 Horse
                 ,
                 he
                 had
                 a
                 Dog
                 ,
              
               
                 So
                 us'd
                 to
                 traverse
                 Hill
                 and
                 Bog
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 he
                 became
                 of
                 scent
                 so
                 cliver
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 to
                 miss
                 neither
                 Hare
                 nor
                 Pliver
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 turns
                 himself
                 in
                 Horse
                 or
                 Hog
                 ,
              
               
               
                 As
                 Monseur
                 did
                 Agrippa's
                 Dog
                 ;
              
               
                 To
                 find
                 by
                 his
                 sagacious
                 nose
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 counterploting
                 of
                 his
                 foes
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 treads
                 the
                 Back-scent
                 ,
                 brings
                 a
                 Glove
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 carries
                 Letters
                 to
                 his
                 Love
                 :
              
               
                 He
                 is
                 a
                 fierce
                 Dog
                 ,
                 yet
                 most
                 civil
                 ,
              
               
                 Kills
                 Fish
                 ,
                 whose
                 Livers
                 frights
                 the
                 Devil
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 barks
                 at
                 
                   Anabaptist
                   ,
                   Quaker
                
                 ,
              
               
                 Papist
                 ,
                 and
                 Declaration-taker
                 :
              
               
                 But
                 he
                 will
                 gently
                 fawn
                 ,
                 and
                 stand
              
               
                 To
                 lick
                 a
                 Covenanters
                 hand
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Beside
                 his
                 Dog
                 ,
                 he
                 hath
                 a
                 Pigeon
                 ,
              
               
                 Most
                 do
                 not
                 know
                 of
                 what
                 Religion
                 :
              
               
                 She
                 was
                 the
                 same
                 ,
                 as
                 many
                 fear
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 once
                 eat
                 Pease
                 in
                 Mahomets
                 ear
                 ;
              
               
                 VVhich
                 ,
                 when
                 she
                 did
                 ,
                 the
                 Carl
                 did
                 boast
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 he
                 spoke
                 with
                 the
                 Holy
                 Ghost
                 .
              
               
                 His
                 Epilepsie
                 for
                 to
                 recover
                 ,
              
               
                 If
                 once
                 imploy'd
                 ,
                 she
                 doth
                 not
                 hover
                 ;
              
               
                 But
                 will
                 make
                 the
                 whole
                 worlds
                 tour
                 ,
              
               
               
                 And
                 come
                 again
                 within
                 an
                 hour
                 :
              
               
                 Sometimes
                 she
                 his
                 Orders
                 carries
              
               
                 To
                 the
                 Azores
                 ,
                 and
                 Canaries
                 :
              
               
                 As
                 Quarter-mistriss
                 ,
                 to
                 ordain
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 which
                 the
                 first
                 Meridian
              
               
                 Should
                 lodged
                 be
                 ,
                 for
                 Calculation
              
               
                 Of
                 Longitudes
                 in
                 Navigation
                 .
              
               
                 Sometimes
                 he
                 sends
                 her
                 in
                 Embassage
              
               
                 Out
                 through
                 the
                 North-East
                 Indian
                 passag●
              
               
                 To
                 tell
                 the
                 great
                 
                   Tartarian
                   Cham
                
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 piece
                 of
                 a
                 West-Phabia
                 Hamm
              
               
                 Is
                 better
                 meat
                 ,
                 when
                 hunger
                 nips
                 ,
              
               
                 Then
                 Collops
                 off
                 live-Horses
                 Hips
                 :
              
               
                 That
                 we
                 who
                 here
                 drink
                 Sack
                 and
                 Brandy
                 ,
              
               
                 Well
                 tempered
                 with
                 Suggar-Candy
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 great
                 deal
                 better
                 then
                 he
                 fares
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 drinks
                 Horse
                 Blood
                 ,
                 or
                 Milk
                 of
                 Mares
              
               
                 Sometime
                 to
                 Peru
                 ,
                 and
                 to
                 Chilly
              
               
                 She
                 goes
                 ,
                 to
                 tell
                 our
                 Prophet
                 Lilly
              
               
                 Forefeeth
                 neither
                 good
                 nor
                 evil
                 ,
              
               
                 Abandon'd
                 by
                 his
                 Arctique
                 Devil
                 ;
              
               
               
                 Whom
                 the
                 late
                 great
                 Frost
                 did
                 compell
              
               
                 To
                 run
                 and
                 warm
                 himself
                 in
                 Hell.
              
               
                 That
                 she
                 might
                 bring
                 from
                 thence
                 a
                 Spirit
              
               
                 Of
                 greater
                 foresight
                 ,
                 and
                 of
                 merit
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 to
                 assist
                 the
                 great
                 Diviner
              
               
                 The
                 better
                 for
                 to
                 win
                 his
                 Dinner
                 .
              
               
                 Sometime
                 to
                 Turk
                 she
                 goes
                 ,
                 and
                 Sophy
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 tell
                 their
                 Water
                 and
                 their
                 Cophy
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 their
                 severe
                 slighting
                 of
                 Wine
                 ,
              
               
                 Makes
                 them
                 so
                 with
                 the
                 Collick
                 pine
                 ;
              
               
                 Which
                 torment
                 is
                 with
                 them
                 so
                 rife
                 ,
              
               
                 It
                 cost
                 Mahomet
                 the
                 Great
                 his
                 life
                 ;
              
               
                 For
                 when
                 the
                 Collick
                 he
                 did
                 take
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 did
                 refuse
                 a
                 Cup
                 of
                 Sack
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 worried
                 on
                 a
                 windy
                 Bubble
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 fred
                 the
                 World
                 of
                 meikle
                 trouble
                 .
              
               
                 If
                 they'I
                 drink
                 Wine
                 ,
                 they
                 need
                 not
                 fear
              
               
                 Their
                 Prophet
                 ,
                 for
                 his
                 thousand
                 year
              
               
                 Are
                 now
                 expired
                 ,
                 all
                 in
                 vain
              
               
                 They
                 expect
                 his
                 return
                 again
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 Thus
                 of
                 his
                 Person
                 ,
                 Armour
                 ,
                 VVeed
                 ,
              
               
                 His
                 Lady
                 ,
                 Squire
                 ,
                 and
                 of
                 his
                 Steed
                 ,
              
               
                 Dog
                 ,
                 and
                 Pigeon
                 ;
                 for
                 his
                 mind
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 leaves
                 all
                 mortals
                 far
                 behind
                 .
              
               
                 All
                 things
                 created
                 he
                 doth
                 know
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 Heav'n
                 above
                 ,
                 and
                 Earth
                 below
                 :
              
               
                 He
                 solves
                 the
                 Questions
                 every
                 one
              
               
                 That
                 
                 Sheba's
                 Queen
                 ask'd
                 Solomon
                 :
              
               
                 Or
                 any
                 other
                 knotty
                 doubt
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 can
                 occur
                 the
                 world
                 throughout
                 .
              
               
                 Neither
                 doth
                 he
                 prat
                 and
                 bable
                 ,
              
               
                 Like
                 Pliny
                 Painting
                 out
                 a
                 Fable
                 .
              
               
                 At
                 first
                 ,
                 he
                 makes
                 a
                 clear
                 Narration
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 then
                 backs
                 all
                 by
                 Demonstration
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 knows
                 whether
                 the
                 great
                 Megall
              
               
                 Doth
                 drink
                 out
                 of
                 his
                 Fathers
                 Skull
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 if
                 he
                 make
                 a
                 Chamber-pot
              
               
                 Of
                 that
                 of
                 King
                 of
                 Calcecut
                 .
              
               
                 If
                 it
                 be
                 prov'd
                 by
                 any
                 man
              
               
                 That
                 he
                 is
                 come
                 of
                 Tamerlan
                 ;
              
               
               
                 Or
                 if
                 he
                 keep
                 Tobacco
                 cut
              
               
                 In
                 Tortois
                 Shell
                 ,
                 or
                 Coco
                 Nut.
              
               
                 If
                 the
                 Balm
                 and
                 Franckincense-keepers
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 ratling
                 ,
                 drive
                 away
                 the
                 Vipers
                 ,
              
               
                 VVhich
                 with
                 such
                 ardor
                 haunts
                 those
                 Trees
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 with
                 us
                 Garden-Flowres
                 do
                 Bees
                 :
              
               
                 Or
                 if
                 they
                 do
                 those
                 Serpents
                 choak
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 Easterlings
                 their
                 Bees
                 do
                 smoak
                 :
              
               
                 VVhich
                 made
                 two
                 great
                 wits
                 ,
                 as
                 men
                 think
                 ,
              
               
                 Spend
                 too
                 much
                 Paper
                 ,
                 Pen
                 ,
                 and
                 Ink.
              
               
                 If
                 Ichneumon
                 and
                 Crocodile
              
               
                 Do
                 fight
                 in
                 Niger
                 ,
                 as
                 in
                 Nile
                 ;
              
               
                 Or
                 if
                 we
                 ought
                 to
                 believe
                 them
                 ,
              
               
                 VVho
                 say
                 ,
                 Melchisedec
                 was
                 not
                 Sem
                 ;
              
               
                 VVhich
                 raised
                 once
                 a
                 Fisty
                 strife
              
               
                 Between
                 a
                 Preacher
                 and
                 his
                 VVife
                 .
              
               
                 If
                 any
                 man
                 yet
                 ever
                 born
              
               
                 Did
                 see
                 Phenix
                 or
                 Unicorn
                 ?
              
               
                 If
                 there
                 be
                 a
                 Philosopher
                 Stone
                 ?
              
               
                 If
                 Men
                 who
                 have
                 no
                 Leg
                 but
                 one
                 ,
              
               
                 VVith
                 broad
                 Soles
                 ,
                 which
                 by
                 Toures
                 .
              
               
               
                 Defends
                 their
                 Heads
                 from
                 Sun
                 and
                 Showres
                 ?
              
               
                 If
                 the
                 Emperor
                 
                   Prester
                   John
                
              
               
                 Be
                 the
                 Off-spring
                 of
                 Solomon
                 ?
              
               
                 If
                 those
                 who
                 lately
                 conquer'd
                 China
                 ,
              
               
                 Be
                 the
                 Brothers-Sons
                 of
                 Dina
                 ?
              
               
                 Who
                 to
                 those
                 North-East
                 parts
                 were
                 turned
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 
                 Assur's
                 King
                 Samaria
                 burned
                 .
              
               
                 If
                 Romes
                 Founders
                 Wolfs
                 did
                 suck
                 ?
              
               
                 If
                 Job
                 in
                 Edom
                 was
                 a
                 Duke
                 ?
              
               
                 If
                 Captain
                 Hynd
                 was
                 a
                 good
                 fellow
                 ?
              
               
                 If
                 Wallace
                 Beard
                 was
                 black
                 or
                 yellow
                 ?
              
               
                 Which
                 raised
                 once
                 a
                 great
                 discord
              
               
                 Between
                 a
                 Western
                 Laird
                 and
                 Lord.
              
               
                 If
                 rosted
                 Eggs
                 be
                 best
                 ,
                 or
                 sodden
                 ?
              
               
                 If
                 James
                 the
                 Fourth
                 was
                 kill'd
                 at
                 Floden
                 ?
              
               
                 Which
                 made
                 two
                 School-men
                 borrow
                 Swords
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 they
                 might
                 fight
                 after
                 big
                 words
                 .
              
               
                 If
                 Sword
                 ,
                 or
                 Surfeit
                 moe
                 men
                 kill
                 ?
              
               
                 Who
                 had
                 the
                 better
                 at
                 Edge-hill
                 ?
              
               
                 Which
                 made
                 two
                 Ladies
                 other
                 jeer
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 Round-head
                 and
                 a
                 Cavaleer
                 :
              
               
               
                 Both
                 harped
                 so
                 on
                 the
                 seen
                 ruffle
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 it
                 turn'd
                 to
                 a
                 scratch-eye
                 scuffle
                 :
              
               
                 At
                 last
                 both
                 conclude
                 to
                 agree
                 ,
              
               
                 Both
                 of
                 them
                 vowing
                 secresie
                 .
              
               
                 Where
                 meets
                 the
                 Brethren
                 of
                 
                   Cross
                   Rosie
                
                 ?
              
               
                 What
                 sums
                 the
                 Spaniard
                 in
                 Potosie
              
               
                 Gains
                 yearly
                 by
                 their
                 Silver-Mines
                 :
              
               
                 Since
                 thirty
                 eight
                 who
                 wins
                 or
                 tines
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 knows
                 the
                 price
                 of
                 Jewels
                 and
                 Rings
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 hidden
                 causes
                 of
                 sundry
                 things
                 .
              
               
                 As
                 of
                 the
                 Compass
                 variation
                 ,
              
               
                 Of
                 Nile
                 and
                 Nigers
                 inundation
                 .
              
               
                 VVhy
                 Ireland
                 wanteth
                 Toad
                 and
                 Snake
                 ,
              
               
                 VVhy
                 some
                 men
                 white
                 ,
                 and
                 some
                 Moors
                 black
                 .
              
               
                 VVhy
                 Regulus
                 eye
                 makes
                 men
                 leave
                 breath
                 .
              
               
                 VVhy
                 Spiders
                 bite
                 ,
                 them
                 dance
                 to
                 death
              
               
                 VVhy
                 men
                 Tarantula
                 do
                 not
                 fear
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 at
                 some
                 seasons
                 of
                 the
                 year
                 .
              
               
                 VVhy
                 Devils
                 musick
                 do
                 not
                 please
                 :
              
               
                 VVhat
                 sort
                 of
                 thing
                 is
                 Ambergrease
                 ,
              
               
                 If
                 Iron
                 Magnes
                 ,
                 or
                 it
                 Iron
              
               
               
                 Attract
                 ?
                 If
                 Sea
                 or
                 Land
                 inviron
              
               
                 That
                 frozen
                 great
                 Magnetick
                 Rock
                 ,
              
               
                 Under
                 the
                 Pole
                 ,
                 where
                 what
                 a
                 Clock
              
               
                 There
                 cannot
                 be
                 made
                 any
                 trial
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 one
                 year
                 's
                 half
                 ,
                 by
                 Phaebus
                 Dial
                 ?
              
               
                 By
                 the
                 Seas
                 motion
                 he
                 doth
                 find
              
               
                 A
                 North-East
                 passage
                 to
                 the
                 Inde
                 :
              
               
                 Another
                 he
                 finds
                 by
                 the
                 North-VVest
                 ,
              
               
                 VVhere
                 Davies
                 freezed
                 to
                 his
                 rest
                 :
              
               
                 VVhen
                 Icy
                 Mountains
                 did
                 occurr
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 stopt
                 his
                 course
                 to
                 
                   Mar
                   del
                   Zurr
                
                 :
              
               
                 But
                 he
                 hath
                 found
                 a
                 brave
                 device
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 he
                 may
                 free
                 those
                 Seas
                 from
                 Ice
                 ;
              
               
                 He
                 empties
                 all
                 the
                 VVater
                 ,
                 syne
              
               
                 He
                 fills
                 the
                 place
                 with
                 Brandy-wine
                 ,
              
               
                 VVhich
                 hardly
                 will
                 congeal
                 with
                 Frost
                 ,
              
               
                 If
                 VVhales
                 turn
                 drunk
                 ,
                 and
                 Fishing
                 lost
                 ;
              
               
                 Yet
                 lose
                 we
                 not
                 by
                 that
                 device
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 VVhale
                 Oyl
                 we
                 get
                 Indian
                 Spice
                 .
              
               
                 All
                 other
                 ways
                 are
                 but
                 a
                 cheat
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 fetch
                 some
                 Money
                 from
                 the
                 State.
              
               
               
                 It
                 's
                 wonder
                 they
                 have
                 sharkt
                 so
                 much
                 .
              
               
                 Both
                 from
                 the
                 English
                 and
                 the
                 Dutch.
                 
              
            
             
               
                 He
                 prov'd
                 ,
                 on
                 perill
                 of
                 his
                 Soul
                 ,
              
               
                 
                 Presbyterian-rule
                 by
                 Paul.
              
               
                 He
                 thought
                 ,
                 none
                 but
                 a
                 foolish
                 man
              
               
                 Made
                 Antichrist
                 the
                 son
                 of
                 Dan.
              
               
                 He
                 thought
                 by
                 the
                 Apostles
                 meaning
                 ,
              
               
                 Voice
                 Negative
                 ,
                 and
                 sole
                 ordaining
                 ,
              
               
                 VVas
                 the
                 very
                 mystery
              
               
                 Of
                 
                 Antichrist's
                 iniquity
                 ,
              
               
                 VVhich
                 near
                 his
                 own
                 time
                 did
                 begin
              
               
                 To
                 usher
                 in
                 the
                 Man
                 of
                 Sin.
              
               
                 He
                 thought
                 ,
                 if
                 Bishops
                 had
                 not
                 been
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 Pope
                 of
                 Rome
                 had
                 ne're
                 been
                 seen
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 now
                 he
                 thinketh
                 Church
                 Government
              
               
                 A
                 thing
                 of
                 small
                 ,
                 or
                 no
                 concernment
                 :
              
               
                 As
                 ready
                 as
                 any
                 ever
                 born
              
               
                 For
                 Bishops
                 ,
                 if
                 he
                 had
                 not
                 sworn
                 .
              
               
                 If
                 Dutch
                 and
                 English
                 truth
                 report
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 knows
                 about
                 th'
                 Amboyna
                 Fort
                 ,
              
               
               
                 If
                 those
                 two
                 Indian
                 Ships
                 were
                 sunk
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 burnt
                 by
                 Dutch
                 ,
                 when
                 they
                 were
                 drunk
                 .
              
               
                 VVho
                 first
                 began
                 the
                 VVar
                 in
                 Guinie
                 ,
              
               
                 VVhere
                 Holms
                 and
                 Ruyter
                 play'd
                 at
                 Pinie
                 .
              
               
                 If
                 groundless
                 jealousies
                 and
                 fears
              
               
                 Yoaks
                 Dutch
                 and
                 English
                 by
                 the
                 cars
                 :
              
               
                 Or
                 if
                 it
                 be
                 the
                 Indian
                 Trade
              
               
                 Tha
                 doth
                 produce
                 effects
                 so
                 sad
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 'l
                 tell
                 in
                 Indian
                 Pedlers
                 faces
                 ,
              
               
                 VVe
                 dearly
                 buy
                 their
                 Cloves
                 and
                 Maces
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 VVar
                 draws
                 blood
                 and
                 money
                 forth
                 ;
              
               
                 More
                 then
                 the
                 Indian
                 Trade
                 is
                 worth
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 thinks
                 the
                 VVar
                 formented
                 be
              
               
                 By
                 Romish
                 craft
                 and
                 policie
                 ,
              
               
                 VVhich
                 rents
                 the
                 Dutch
                 and
                 us
                 asunder
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 bring
                 reform'd
                 Religion
                 under
                 .
              
               
                 VVhen
                 both
                 are
                 broken
                 ,
                 and
                 brought
                 low
                 ,
              
               
                 Like
                 Pitchers
                 by
                 a
                 mutual
                 blow
                 ;
              
               
                 Then
                 they
                 'l
                 force
                 up
                 the
                 Pope
                 again
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 make
                 both
                 serve
                 the
                 King
                 of
                 Spain
                 :
              
               
                 VVho
                 in
                 the
                 Jesuits
                 fantasie
              
               
               
                 The
                 worlds
                 Temporal
                 Lord
                 will
                 be
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 meagre
                 those
                 who
                 countermine
                 them
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Pope
                 and
                 he
                 will
                 rule
                 between
                 them
                 :
              
               
                 The
                 world
                 in
                 two
                 Monarchies
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 with
                 his
                 Sword
                 ,
                 he
                 with
                 his
                 Keyes
                 .
              
               
                 If
                 Dutch
                 and
                 English
                 Popish
                 were
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 would
                 be
                 Popish
                 every
                 where
                 :
              
               
                 So
                 Conclave
                 Fathers
                 do
                 conclude
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 such
                 conceits
                 do
                 oft
                 delude
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 He
                 finds
                 by
                 perfect
                 Demonstrations
              
               
                 The
                 roots
                 of
                 all
                 compos'd
                 Aequations
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 finds
                 new
                 ways
                 to
                 poyson
                 Cats
                 ,
              
               
                 Of
                 Mudd
                 he
                 Serpents
                 makes
                 ,
                 and
                 Rats
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 finds
                 the
                 Longitude
                 of
                 Places
                 ,
              
               
                 Makes
                 Bag-pipes
                 with
                 Concording
                 Bases
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 finds
                 two
                 means
                 proportionals
                 ,
              
               
                 VVhich
                 great
                 wits
                 sometime
                 inthrals
                 .
              
               
                 In
                 Virtuosies
                 Conventicles
                 ,
              
               
                 Excentricks
                 ,
                 Orbs
                 ,
                 and
                 Epycicles
              
               
               
                 He
                 finds
                 to
                 be
                 fantastick
                 fictions
                 ,
              
               
                 Forg'd
                 ,
                 to
                 palliat
                 contradictions
                 ;
              
               
                 VVherewith
                 the
                 late
                 Star-gazers
                 notions
              
               
                 Have
                 involv'd
                 the
                 Planets
                 motions
                 .
              
               
                 To
                 determine
                 he
                 dare
                 venture
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Sun
                 to
                 be
                 the
                 VVorld's
                 Center
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 hold
                 the
                 Candle
                 in
                 the
                 middle
              
               
                 Infix'd
                 ,
                 while
                 to
                 
                 Pythagora's
                 Fiddle
              
               
                 Still
                 Firmament
                 ,
                 with
                 twinkling
                 eyes
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Earth
                 and
                 Planets
                 dancing
                 sees
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 Squares
                 ,
                 Circles
                 ,
                 Doubles
                 ,
                 Cubes
                 ,
              
               
                 Makes
                 most
                 admirable
                 Tubes
                 ;
              
               
                 If
                 he
                 at
                 Dover
                 through
                 them
                 glance
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 sees
                 what
                 hours
                 it
                 is
                 in
                 France
                 ;
              
               
                 As
                 he
                 hath
                 prov'd
                 by
                 frequent
                 trial
                 ,
              
               
                 On
                 Steeple
                 ,
                 Clock
                 ,
                 and
                 Sunny
                 Dial
                 :
              
               
                 He
                 reads
                 with
                 them
                 another
                 while
              
               
                 Letters
                 ,
                 distant
                 twenty
                 Mile
                 ;
              
               
                 Dutch
                 ,
                 or
                 Scots
                 ,
                 I
                 know
                 not
                 whether
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 one
                 is
                 as
                 like
                 as
                 the
                 other
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 If
                 he
                 once
                 level
                 at
                 the
                 Moon
                 ,
              
               
                 Either
                 at
                 Midnight
                 ,
                 or
                 at
                 Noon
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 discovers
                 Rivers
                 ,
                 Hills
                 ,
              
               
                 Steeples
                 ,
                 Castles
                 ,
                 and
                 Wind-mills
                 ,
              
               
                 Villages
                 ,
                 and
                 Fenced
                 Towns
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 Foussies
                 ,
                 Bulwarks
                 ,
                 and
                 great
                 Guns
                 ,
              
               
                 Cavaleers
                 on
                 Horse-back
                 prancing
                 .
              
               
                 Maids
                 about
                 a
                 May-pole
                 dancing
                 ,
              
               
                 Men
                 in
                 Taverns
                 Wine
                 carousing
                 ,
              
               
                 Beggers
                 by
                 the
                 Hie-way
                 Lowsing
                 ,
              
               
                 Sojors
                 forging
                 Ale-house
                 brawlings
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 be
                 let
                 go
                 without
                 their
                 Lawings
                 ,
              
               
                 Sturrs
                 in
                 streets
                 by
                 Grooms
                 and
                 Pages
                 ,
              
               
                 Mountebanks
                 playing
                 on
                 Stages
                 .
              
               
                 Wild
                 Boars
                 strouting
                 out
                 their
                 Bristles
                 ,
              
               
                 Black
                 birds
                 striving
                 who
                 best
                 Whistles
                 ,
              
               
                 Throats
                 of
                 Larks
                 Trumpeting
                 day
                 ,
              
               
                 Falcons
                 beating
                 down
                 their
                 prey
                 ,
              
               
                 Hare
                 and
                 Deer
                 crossing
                 Bogs
                 ,
              
               
                 Followed
                 at
                 the
                 heels
                 by
                 Dogs
                 ,
              
               
                 Asses
                 braying
                 ,
                 Lyons
                 roaring
                 ,
              
               
               
                 Owles
                 screiching
                 ,
                 Eagles
                 soaring
                 ,
              
               
                 Foxes
                 roused
                 from
                 their
                 den
                 ,
              
               
                 Monkeys
                 imitating
                 men
                 .
              
               
                 Gardens
                 planting
                 ,
                 Houses
                 bigging
                 ,
              
               
                 States
                 and
                 Princes
                 Fleets
                 out-rigging
                 ;
              
               
                 Antick
                 fashions
                 of
                 Apparels
                 ,
              
               
                 States
                 and
                 Princes
                 pitching
                 quarrels
                 :
              
               
                 Wars
                 ,
                 Rebels
                 ,
                 Horse
                 Races
              
               
                 Proclaim'd
                 at
                 several
                 Mercat-places
                 .
              
               
                 Capers
                 bringing
                 in
                 their
                 Prizes
                 ,
              
               
                 Commons
                 cursing
                 new
                 Excizes
                 .
              
               
                 Young
                 VVives
                 old
                 Husbands
                 horning
                 ,
              
               
                 Judges
                 drunk
                 every
                 morning
                 ;
              
               
                 Augmenting
                 Law-suits
                 ,
                 and
                 divisions
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 Spanish
                 and
                 by
                 French
                 decisions
                 ;
              
               
                 Courtiers
                 their
                 aims
                 mising
                 ,
              
               
                 Chaiplains
                 VVidow
                 —
                 Ladys
                 kissing
                 ;
              
               
                 Men
                 to
                 sell
                 their
                 Lands
                 itching
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 pay
                 th'expences
                 of
                 their
                 Kitching
                 .
              
               
                 Frequent
                 changes
                 ,
                 States
                 invading
                 ,
              
               
                 Pulpits
                 forcing
                 ,
                 and
                 perswading
                 ;
              
               
               
                 Great
                 jarrs
                 for
                 Cloves
                 and
                 maces
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 Bishops
                 ,
                 Lordships
                 and
                 their
                 Graces
                 :
              
               
                 Lords
                 in
                 Stews
                 ,
                 missing
                 Purses
                 ,
              
               
                 VVhile
                 Pages
                 make
                 their
                 Ladys
                 Nurses
                 :
              
               
                 Preachers
                 contradicting
                 fast
              
               
                 This
                 year
                 ,
                 what
                 they
                 Preach'd
                 the
                 last
                 ;
              
               
                 Making
                 in
                 their
                 Conscience
                 room
              
               
                 For
                 a
                 change
                 the
                 year
                 to
                 come
                 ;
              
               
                 Some
                 seeking
                 Bishopricks
                 in
                 vain
                 ,
              
               
                 VVishing
                 Presbytry
                 again
                 ;
              
               
                 Lawyers
                 counsels
                 at
                 such
                 rates
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 they
                 cost
                 men
                 their
                 whole
                 estates
                 :
              
               
                 VVhat
                 money
                 men
                 puts
                 in
                 their
                 Hands
                 .
              
               
                 To
                 get
                 half
                 back
                 ,
                 they
                 give
                 their
                 Lands
                 :
              
               
                 Physicians
                 cheating
                 young
                 and
                 old
                 ,
              
               
                 Making
                 both
                 buy
                 death
                 with
                 Gold
                 :
              
               
                 Not
                 vers'd
                 in
                 Aesculapius
                 wayes
                 ,
              
               
                 Indicative
                 and
                 Critick
                 dayes
              
               
                 They
                 make
                 too
                 late
                 ,
                 or
                 else
                 too
                 soon
                 ,
              
               
                 Not
                 knowing
                 the
                 motion
                 of
                 the
                 Moon
                 :
              
               
                 Factions
                 in
                 Families
                 and
                 towns
                 ,
              
               
               
                 Ground
                 manur'd
                 by
                 Countrey
                 Clowns
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 Meadows
                 ,
                 Corns
                 ,
                 Grapes
                 ,
                 Apples
                 ,
              
               
                 Outbraving
                 Lombardie
                 and
                 Naples
                 ;
              
               
                 Priests
                 diseased
                 of
                 the
                 Riples
                 ,
              
               
                 Hirpling
                 through
                 the
                 Streets
                 like
                 Criples
                 ,
              
               
                 Physicians
                 spoiled
                 with
                 the
                 Pox
                 ,
              
               
                 Hiding
                 their
                 Noses
                 with
                 their
                 Cloaks
                 ,
              
               
                 Courtiers
                 covering
                 cankered
                 Faisters
              
               
                 With
                 curled
                 Periwiggs
                 and
                 Plaisters
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 Wax
                 Noses
                 ,
                 Golden
                 Lips
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 Paisboard
                 mending
                 Legs
                 and
                 Hips
                 ,
              
               
                 Using
                 all
                 the
                 Art
                 they
                 can
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 they
                 may
                 seem
                 a
                 pretty
                 man
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 free
                 of
                 blemish
                 ,
                 like
                 a
                 Priest
              
               
                 With
                 
                   Urim
                   Thummim
                
                 on
                 his
                 Breast
                 :
              
               
                 Ladies
                 speaking
                 ranting
                 words
                 ,
              
               
                 Attir'd
                 like
                 Men
                 with
                 Vests
                 and
                 Swords
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 Periwiggs
                 and
                 long
                 Locks
                 ,
              
               
                 Some
                 tax'd
                 for
                 dancing
                 in
                 their
                 Smocks
                 :
              
               
                 Making
                 frivolous
                 excuses
                 ,
              
               
                 Men
                 pretending
                 to
                 the
                 Muses
                 ;
              
               
               
                 Some
                 selling
                 Drink
                 ,
                 some
                 selling
                 Draff
                 ,
              
               
                 Some
                 Buffons
                 turn'd
                 ,
                 to
                 make
                 men
                 laugh
                 ;
              
               
                 Some
                 Publicans
                 ,
                 some
                 busie
                 medlers
                 ,
              
               
                 Some
                 turn'd
                 Horse-Coopers
                 ,
                 some
                 Pedlers
                 ;
              
               
                 Some
                 challenged
                 for
                 dreadful
                 things
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 stealing
                 Silver
                 Spoons
                 ,
                 and
                 Rings
                 ;
              
               
                 Having
                 us'd
                 many
                 wiles
                 before
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 they
                 might
                 put
                 them
                 to
                 the
                 door
                 .
              
               
                 Sundry
                 Philosophick
                 Asses
              
               
                 By
                 Dictating
                 ,
                 Teaching
                 Classes
                 ,
              
               
                 Not
                 taking
                 an
                 account
                 again
                 ,
              
               
                 Making
                 Boys
                 spend
                 their
                 time
                 in
                 vain
                 .
              
               
                 Some
                 dissipating
                 little
                 Muggs
              
               
                 Containing
                 universal
                 Druggs
                 ;
              
               
                 Physicians
                 crying
                 out
                 amain
                 ,
              
               
                 Where
                 they
                 cure
                 one
                 ,
                 they
                 poyson
                 ten
                 .
              
               
                 Some
                 getting
                 Oyster-Boats
                 to
                 Dreg
                 ,
              
               
                 Some
                 making
                 Satyrs
                 for
                 to
                 Beg
                 ,
              
               
                 Being
                 reduced
                 to
                 those
                 wants
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 several
                 avaricious
                 Saints
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 proved
                 on
                 them
                 Drinking
                 ,
                 Whooring
                 .
              
               
               
                 By
                 slandring
                 ,
                 forging
                 ,
                 and
                 perjuring
                 ;
              
               
                 At
                 last
                 ,
                 for
                 all
                 their
                 fair
                 pretention
                 ;
              
               
                 Their
                 quarrel
                 prov'd
                 to
                 be
                 a
                 Pention
                 ,
              
               
                 VVhich
                 having
                 got
                 ,
                 then
                 for
                 refuge
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 bribe
                 ,
                 or
                 cheat
                 a
                 silly
                 Judge
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 purloyning
                 ,
                 and
                 forbearing
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 stop
                 the
                 cause
                 from
                 further
                 hearing
                 .
              
               
                 There
                 was
                 no
                 remedy
                 for
                 the
                 evil
                 ;
              
               
                 All
                 went
                 head-long
                 to
                 the
                 Devil
                 :
              
               
                 That
                 Fathers
                 saying
                 is
                 most
                 true
                 ,
              
               
                 Penitent
                 Clerks
                 are
                 very
                 few
                 :
              
               
                 Ere
                 any
                 shame
                 shall
                 them
                 betide
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 'l
                 one
                 sin
                 with
                 another
                 hide
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 His
                 Tube
                 in
                 higher
                 Planets
                 Heaven
                 ,
              
               
                 Discovers
                 many
                 moe
                 then
                 seven
                 .
              
               
                 Jove
                 hath
                 his
                 gaurd
                 ,
                 with
                 thunder
                 thumps
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 beat
                 down
                 Covenants
                 and
                 Rumps
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 Saturu
                 hath
                 his
                 Pages
                 too
                 ,
              
               
                 VVhen
                 he
                 meets
                 Jove
                 ,
                 there
                 is
                 adoo
                 .
              
               
                 It
                 s
                 good
                 to
                 some
                 ,
                 and
                 bad
                 to
                 other
                 ,
              
               
               
                 It
                 s
                 never
                 good
                 to
                 all
                 together
                 :
              
               
                 For
                 some
                 go
                 up
                 ,
                 and
                 some
                 go
                 down
                 ,
              
               
                 Some
                 gets
                 ,
                 and
                 some
                 will
                 lose
                 a
                 Crown
                 .
              
               
                 They
                 say
                 ,
                 such
                 things
                 will
                 now
                 appear
              
               
                 In
                 less
                 then
                 three
                 and
                 thirty
                 Year
                 .
              
               
                 Great
                 change
                 of
                 Government
                 will
                 be
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 all
                 affirm
                 beyond
                 the
                 Sea
                 :
              
               
                 But
                 all
                 their
                 practises
                 ,
                 and
                 wiles
              
               
                 At
                 this
                 bout
                 ,
                 will
                 not
                 reach
                 our
                 Iles.
              
               
                 All
                 is
                 confined
                 to
                 the
                 main
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 then
                 it
                 will
                 about
                 again
                 .
              
               
                 VVe
                 need
                 not
                 break
                 our
                 hearts
                 for
                 sorrow
                 ,
              
               
                 VVhat
                 's
                 ours
                 to
                 day
                 ,
                 is
                 theirs
                 to
                 morrow
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 sees
                 Mars
                 sending
                 Grooms
                 in
                 ire
              
               
                 To
                 set
                 the
                 VVorld
                 below
                 on
                 fire
                 ;
              
               
                 Raising
                 such
                 fury
                 in
                 mens
                 Breasts
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 Generals
                 are
                 made
                 of
                 Priests
                 ,
              
               
                 VVhich
                 them
                 becomes
                 ,
                 as
                 all
                 avow
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 well
                 as
                 Sadle
                 doth
                 a
                 Sow
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 sees
                 those
                 Grooms
                 ,
                 who
                 Sun
                 attends
                 ,
              
               
                 Blowing
                 on
                 their
                 burnt
                 finger-ends
                 :
              
               
               
                 Among
                 whom
                 Mercury
                 doth
                 stand
                 ,
              
               
                 Serving
                 the
                 Sun
                 with
                 Capp
                 in
                 hand
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 hath
                 no
                 dwelling
                 of
                 his
                 own
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 is
                 Domestick
                 of
                 the
                 Sun.
              
               
                 Phebus
                 and
                 he
                 hath
                 great
                 compassion
              
               
                 On
                 Arts
                 now
                 wearing
                 out
                 of
                 fashion
                 :
              
               
                 Yet
                 some
                 will
                 flourish
                 ,
                 they
                 foresaw
              
               
                 Romances
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 Cannon
                 Law.
              
               
                 He
                 sees
                 ,
                 with
                 Venus
                 Pages
                 are
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 Pimps
                 were
                 to
                 the
                 God
                 of
                 War
                 :
              
               
                 When
                 jealous
                 Vulcan
                 ,
                 sick
                 of
                 love
                 ,
              
               
                 Would
                 needs
                 himself
                 a
                 Cuckold
                 prove
                 ,
              
               
                 Like
                 several
                 great
                 ones
                 here
                 below
                 ,
              
               
                 Though
                 some
                 conceal
                 what
                 they
                 do
                 know
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 His
                 Tube
                 once
                 levelled
                 at
                 the
                 Sky
                 ,
              
               
                 Sundry
                 ,
                 yet
                 hid
                 lights
                 doth
                 espy
                 ;
              
               
                 Some
                 lesser
                 ones
                 ,
                 and
                 some
                 more
                 gross
                 ,
              
               
                 Between
                 the
                 Boars
                 and
                 Southern
                 Cross
                 ;
              
               
                 Some
                 on
                 Pegasus
                 his
                 Hoove
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 Some
                 upon
                 his
                 Masters
                 Love
                 ,
              
               
               
                 And
                 some
                 upon
                 her
                 Mothers
                 Chair
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 some
                 on
                 Berenices
                 Hair
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 some
                 upon
                 the
                 Serpents
                 Sting
                 ,
              
               
                 Aod
                 some
                 upon
                 the
                 Eagles
                 VVing
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 some
                 upon
                 the
                 Rams
                 Horn
                 ,
              
               
                 Some
                 on
                 the
                 Beard
                 of
                 Capricorn
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 some
                 he
                 sees
                 upon
                 the
                 Bull
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 some
                 upon
                 
                 Orion's
                 Skull
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 some
                 on
                 Nessus
                 mortal
                 foe
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 some
                 on
                 Cancer's
                 meikle
                 toe
                 :
              
               
                 Some
                 on
                 the
                 Sails
                 of
                 Argo
                 Ship
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 some
                 on
                 Antinous
                 Hip
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 some
                 he
                 sees
                 upon
                 the
                 Twins
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 some
                 upon
                 the
                 Fishes
                 Fins
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 some
                 he
                 sees
                 on
                 Libra's
                 Scale
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 some
                 upon
                 the
                 Dragon's
                 Tail
                 ;
              
               
                 VVhich
                 little
                 Bear
                 and
                 Pole
                 entangles
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 some
                 he
                 sees
                 on
                 the
                 Triangles
                 :
              
               
                 Some
                 on
                 the
                 Harp
                 ,
                 some
                 on
                 the
                 Swan
                 ,
              
               
                 Some
                 on
                 the
                 Crown
                 ,
                 some
                 on
                 the
                 Cran
                 ,
              
               
                 Some
                 on
                 the
                 VVhale
                 ,
                 some
                 on
                 the
                 Trout
                 ,
              
               
               
                 And
                 some
                 upon
                 the
                 great
                 Dogs
                 Snout
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 some
                 upon
                 the
                 Virgins
                 Knees
                 ,
              
               
                 On
                 Crinita
                 ,
                 between
                 her
                 Thighs
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 makes
                 her
                 blush
                 ,
                 and
                 turn
                 her
                 look
              
               
                 North-East
                 ,
                 upon
                 
                 Boote's
                 Dock
                 :
              
               
                 Which
                 the
                 base
                 Clown
                 regardeth
                 not
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 spurns
                 her
                 backward
                 with
                 his
                 Foot
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 almost
                 lames
                 her
                 on
                 the
                 Knee
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 barbarous
                 incivilitie
              
               
                 Is
                 evident
                 to
                 any
                 man
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 the
                 Glob
                 of
                 Vatican
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 And
                 finally
                 ,
                 that
                 tract
                 of
                 Light
              
               
                 Which
                 we
                 see
                 in
                 a
                 Frosty
                 Night
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 caused
                 Philosophick
                 jarrs
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 finds
                 to
                 be
                 the
                 light
                 of
                 Stars
                 ;
              
               
                 Which
                 just
                 so
                 shining
                 ,
                 he
                 doth
                 mark
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 Haddocks
                 Heads
                 do
                 in
                 the
                 dark
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Solve
                 several
                 Questions
                 he
                 can
                 ,
              
               
                 Scarce
                 solvable
                 by
                 any
                 man
                 :
              
               
               
                 If
                 number
                 of
                 Stars
                 be
                 odd
                 or
                 even
                 :
              
               
                 What
                 's
                 beyond
                 the
                 outmost
                 Heaven
                 .
              
               
                 If
                 substance
                 of
                 the
                 Heav'ns
                 be
                 mix'd
                 ,
              
               
                 If
                 Stars
                 do
                 move
                 ,
                 in
                 Orbs
                 infix'd
                 :
              
               
                 Or
                 ,
                 if
                 they
                 move
                 ,
                 as
                 others
                 clatter
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 Fowl
                 in
                 Air
                 ,
                 or
                 Fish
                 in
                 Water
                 .
              
               
                 Since
                 Jewish
                 Sabbath
                 is
                 begun
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 ends
                 with
                 setting
                 of
                 the
                 Sun.
              
               
                 How
                 that
                 Sabbath
                 observ'd
                 can
                 be
              
               
                 Beyond
                 the
                 sixty
                 eight
                 degree
              
               
                 Of
                 Latitude
                 :
                 since
                 Antipods
              
               
                 In
                 Sun
                 shining
                 ,
                 have
                 such
                 odds
                 .
              
               
                 How
                 both
                 Sabbaths
                 observation
              
               
                 Jumps
                 with
                 the
                 Sabbath
                 of
                 Creation
                 :
              
               
                 The
                 one
                 and
                 other
                 Question
              
               
                 Sorely
                 puzzled
                 Solomon
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 that
                 great
                 Dispute
                 ,
                 that
                 between
              
               
                 Was
                 him
                 and
                 that
                 Arabian
                 Queen
                 ;
              
               
                 Or
                 Aethiopian
                 ,
                 as
                 some
                 other
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 make
                 her
                 Prester
                 Johu's
                 Mother
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 Against
                 the
                 late
                 Star-gazers
                 Schism
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 Argolus
                 Paralogism
                 ;
              
               
                 He
                 finds
                 Comets
                 are
                 plac'd
                 no
                 where
              
               
                 But
                 in
                 some
                 Region
                 of
                 the
                 Air.
              
               
                 He
                 finds
                 with
                 admirable
                 speed
              
               
                 Their
                 Paralaxis
                 by
                 a
                 Threed
                 :
              
               
                 He
                 finds
                 their
                 eyes
                 perceive
                 not
                 well
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 else
                 Dioptriques
                 make
                 them
                 reel
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 that
                 their
                 Brain
                 's
                 not
                 worth
                 a
                 Turd
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 calls
                 them
                 Via
                 Lactea's
                 Curd
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 same
                 he
                 thinks
                 of
                 many
                 others
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 say
                 ,
                 they
                 are
                 new
                 Stars
                 half
                 Brothers
                 :
              
               
                 Of
                 which
                 last
                 ,
                 if
                 he
                 espy
                 one
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 bids
                 let
                 Gods
                 secrets
                 alone
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 He
                 finds
                 both
                 Comets
                 and
                 Eclipses
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 petty
                 Fortune-telling
                 Gipsies
                 :
              
               
                 The
                 like
                 uncertainty
                 he
                 sees
              
               
                 In
                 change
                 of
                 Excentricities
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 he
                 foresees
                 with
                 Prophets
                 Unction
              
               
                 The
                 effects
                 of
                 a
                 great
                 Conjunction
                 ;
              
               
               
                 Before
                 the
                 Age
                 begin
                 again
                 ,
              
               
                 Spain
                 shal
                 have
                 France
                 ,
                 or
                 France
                 have
                 Spain
              
               
                 The
                 Monarchy
                 shall
                 spread
                 no
                 further
                 ,
              
               
                 If
                 Dutch
                 and
                 English
                 hold
                 together
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 though
                 they
                 do
                 great
                 tribulation
                 ,
              
               
                 Follows
                 a
                 Gothish
                 inundation
                 ,
              
               
                 Spreading
                 from
                 Pomer
                 into
                 Scluse
                 ,
              
               
                 
                   In
                   defence
                   of
                   the
                   Flower
                   de
                   Luce
                   :
                
              
               
                 Their
                 Mutiny
                 for
                 want
                 of
                 Pay
              
               
                 Proves
                 to
                 the
                 French
                 a
                 dismal
                 day
                 .
              
               
                 Then
                 English
                 shall
                 say
                 ,
                 God
                 be
                 thanked
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 French
                 are
                 like
                 Fleas
                 in
                 a
                 Blanket
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 soon
                 skip
                 out
                 ,
                 as
                 they
                 did
                 in
                 ,
              
               
                 Their
                 Conquest
                 ends
                 ere
                 it
                 begin
                 .
              
               
                 They
                 marr
                 all
                 by
                 unstable
                 carriage
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 in
                 their
                 old
                 Italian
                 Voyage
                 ;
              
               
                 When
                 quite
                 forsaken
                 of
                 their
                 helps
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 first
                 brought
                 Shankers
                 ov'r
                 the
                 Alps.
                 
              
            
             
               
                 He
                 doth
                 foresee
                 another
                 wonder
                 ,
              
               
                 Nations
                 in
                 place
                 ,
                 and
                 hearts
                 asunder
                 ,
              
               
               
                 Shall
                 straitly
                 he
                 conjoyn'd
                 in
                 one
                 ,
              
               
                 Against
                 the
                 Whore
                 of
                 Babylon
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 though
                 those
                 Nations
                 be
                 but
                 poor
                 ,
              
               
                 Rich
                 Kings
                 who
                 fornicat
                 the
                 Whoor
                 ,
              
               
                 Shall
                 melt
                 before
                 them
                 ,
                 as
                 the
                 Snow
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 Rain
                 and
                 South-wind
                 makes
                 a
                 Thaw
                 .
              
               
                 What
                 men
                 they
                 are
                 ,
                 he
                 will
                 not
                 clatter
                 ,
              
               
                 Lest
                 some
                 think
                 he
                 intends
                 to
                 slatter
                 .
              
               
                 Then
                 all
                 shall
                 be
                 serene
                 and
                 clear
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 Saints
                 shall
                 Reign
                 a
                 thousand
                 year
                 ,
              
               
                 If
                 not
                 ,
                 let
                 it
                 not
                 be
                 forgotten
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 hang
                 him
                 when
                 he
                 's
                 dead
                 and
                 rotten
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 All
                 doubt
                 much
                 of
                 the
                 Jews
                 Conversion
              
               
                 The
                 manner
                 of
                 the
                 Worlds
                 Eversion
                 .
              
               
                 If
                 Fire
                 shall
                 burn
                 the
                 Heav'ns
                 to
                 Embers
                 ,
              
               
                 If
                 separat
                 Souls
                 their
                 Friends
                 remembers
                 :
              
               
                 If
                 those
                 new
                 reasons
                 do
                 make
                 good
              
               
                 The
                 Circulation
                 of
                 the
                 Blood
                 :
              
               
                 If
                 Webbs
                 of
                 Cloth
                 be
                 made
                 of
                 Stones
                 ,
              
               
                 If
                 Pox
                 can
                 be
                 chas'd
                 from
                 the
                 Bones
                 ;
              
               
               
                 If
                 Minerals
                 nourish
                 as
                 Grain
                 ,
              
               
                 If
                 Ratts
                 once
                 dead
                 can
                 live
                 again
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 of
                 such
                 like
                 Resurrections
                 ,
              
               
                 If
                 by
                 Attractions
                 ,
                 and
                 Ejections
                 ,
              
               
                 Men
                 may
                 lend
                 ,
                 or
                 borrow
                 blood
                 ;
              
               
                 If
                 universal
                 Druggs
                 be
                 good
                 ;
              
               
                 If
                 Satyr-makers
                 ever
                 thrive
                 ,
              
               
                 If
                 any
                 thing
                 which
                 they
                 contrive
                 ;
              
               
                 If
                 there
                 be
                 such
                 of
                 any
                 Nation
                 .
              
               
                 VVho
                 are
                 not
                 driven
                 to
                 desperation
                 ,
              
               
                 Giving
                 to
                 all
                 ,
                 who
                 them
                 defends
                 ,
              
               
                 Still
                 sorest
                 on
                 the
                 finger-ends
                 .
              
               
                 Though
                 never
                 wiser-man
                 was
                 born
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 knows
                 not
                 how
                 to
                 dine
                 the
                 morn
                 :
              
               
                 No
                 more
                 then
                 he
                 sees
                 when
                 shall
                 come
              
               
                 The
                 moment
                 of
                 the
                 day
                 of
                 Doom
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 VVhiggs
                 him
                 circled
                 in
                 a
                 Ring
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 he
                 stood
                 like
                 a
                 Nine-pin
                 King
                 ;
              
               
                 After
                 a
                 Pause
                 and
                 a
                 Cough
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 sundry
                 clawings
                 of
                 his
                 Hough
                 :
              
               
               
                 Upon
                 his
                 Tiptocs
                 he
                 arose
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 with
                 his
                 Fingers
                 wip'd
                 his
                 Nose
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 cleans'd
                 his
                 Fingers
                 on
                 his
                 Breeches
                 ,
              
               
                 Delivering
                 those
                 following
                 speeches
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Hear
                 ,
                 O
                 ye
                 remnant
                 of
                 Isra'l
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 have
                 not
                 bow'd
                 your
                 knees
                 to
                 Baal
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 which
                 ye
                 undergo
                 the
                 Cross
                 ;
              
               
                 Ye
                 Gold
                 refined
                 from
                 the
                 Dross
                 ;
              
               
                 Ye
                 winnow'd
                 Corn
                 purg'd
                 from
                 the
                 Chaff
                 ,
              
               
                 Ye
                 sp'rit
                 of
                 Malt
                 drawn
                 from
                 the
                 Draff
                 ;
              
               
                 Who
                 to
                 the
                 good
                 Cause
                 are
                 no
                 shame
                 ,
              
               
                 Ye
                 Covenanters
                 ,
                 Cruds
                 and
                 Cream
                 ;
              
               
                 Ere
                 one
                 a
                 
                   Pater
                   Noster
                
                 utter
                 ,
              
               
                 Some
                 will
                 turn
                 Cheese
                 ,
                 and
                 others
                 Butter
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 each
                 will
                 feed
                 his
                 hungry
                 Brother
                 ,
              
               
                 If
                 we
                 shall
                 chance
                 to
                 eat
                 each
                 other
                 .
              
               
                 Ye
                 who
                 still
                 pray
                 for
                 these
                 who
                 wrong
                 you
                 ,
              
               
                 God
                 grant
                 there
                 be
                 no
                 Rogues
                 among
                 you
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 Arch
                 as
                 any
                 of
                 the
                 Nation
                 :
              
               
                 I
                 have
                 caus'd
                 Pen
                 a
                 Supplication
                 ,
              
               
               
                 Which
                 must
                 be
                 sent
                 unto
                 the
                 King
                 ,
              
               
                 From
                 whom
                 some
                 must
                 an
                 answer
                 bring
                 :
              
               
                 I
                 'le
                 read
                 it
                 out
                 ,
                 that
                 ye
                 may
                 mend
                 it
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 then
                 advise
                 by
                 whom
                 to
                 send
                 it
                 .
              
               
                 Then
                 answered
                 the
                 whole
                 Croud
                 ,
              
               
                 Bidding
                 him
                 read
                 it
                 out
                 aloud
                 .
              
               
                 Seeking
                 his
                 Lunets
                 forth
                 ,
                 he
                 farted
                 ,
              
               
                 At
                 which
                 ,
                 they
                 who
                 stood
                 nearest
                 started
                 ;
              
               
                 Those
                 further
                 off
                 took
                 such
                 Alarms
                 ,
              
               
                 Some
                 cry'd
                 to
                 Legs
                 ,
                 some
                 cry'd
                 to
                 Arms
                 :
              
               
                 What
                 was
                 the
                 matter
                 ,
                 none
                 could
                 think
                 ,
              
               
                 Till
                 all
                 of
                 them
                 did
                 smell
                 the
                 stink
                 .
              
               
                 Then
                 having
                 hush'd
                 their
                 shouts
                 and
                 hollows
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 did
                 begin
                 to
                 read
                 as
                 follows
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 THE
                 SUPPLICATION
                 .
              
               
                 
                   SIR
                   ,
                   though
                   there
                   be
                   but
                   few
                   among
                   us
                   ,
                
                 
                   Who
                   bids
                   at
                   every
                   word
                   
                     God
                     damn
                     us
                  
                   ;
                
                 
                   Though
                   we
                   come
                   not
                   to
                   martial
                   closes
                   ,
                
                 
                   Half
                   gelded
                   ,
                   and
                   without
                   our
                   Noses
                   :
                
                 
                   As
                   not
                   accustom'd
                   to
                   those
                   tricks
                   ,
                
                 
                   Which
                   hurts
                   mens
                   Noses
                   ,
                   and
                   their
                   Pricks
                   :
                
                 
                   Although
                   we
                   do
                   not
                   rant
                   and
                   swagger
                   ,
                
                 
                   Nor
                   drink
                   in
                   Taverns
                   till
                   we
                   stagger
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   then
                   engage
                   in
                   drunken
                   quarrels
                   ,
                
                 
                   VVhere
                   wit
                   goes
                   out
                   by
                   tooming
                   Barrels
                   ;
                
                 
                   Where
                   some
                   throw
                   Stoops
                   ,
                   and
                   others
                   Glasses
                   ,
                
                 
                   Some
                   struggle
                   with
                   the
                   serving
                   Lasses
                   ;
                
                 
                   Some
                   throw
                   a
                   Chandler
                   ,
                   some
                   a
                   Can
                   ,
                
                 
                   Some
                   strive
                   to
                   Cuckold
                   the
                   Good-man
                   .
                
                 
                   Some
                   mean
                   their
                   Elbow
                   ,
                   some
                   their
                   Head
                   ,
                
                 
                   Some
                   cry
                   ,
                   alace
                   ,
                   their
                   Shoulder-blade
                   ;
                
                 
                 
                   And
                   some
                   with
                   spilled
                   drink
                   are
                   dreeping
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   some
                   sit
                   on
                   a
                   Privy
                   sleeping
                   :
                
                 
                   Some
                   do
                   not
                   know
                   at
                   whom
                   they
                   'r
                   striking
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   some
                   are
                   busie
                   Pockets
                   picking
                   :
                
                 
                   Some
                   have
                   their
                   hair
                   with
                   fingers
                   freezed
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   some
                   cry
                   out
                   ,
                   they
                   'r
                   Circumcised
                   .
                
                 
                   Some
                   have
                   their
                   Faces
                   and
                   their
                   Throples
                
                 
                   All
                   scratched
                   with
                   Tobacco
                   Stoples
                   :
                
                 
                   Some
                   Coals
                   with
                   naked
                   Swords
                   are
                   hewing
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   some
                   ly
                   in
                   a
                   Corner
                   Spewing
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   other
                   some
                   get
                   bloudy
                   Fingers
                   ,
                
                 
                   By
                   grasping
                   naked
                   Knives
                   and
                   VVhingers
                   ,
                
                 
                   VVhen
                   they
                   the
                   fray
                   intend
                   to
                   redd
                   ,
                
                 
                   VVhen
                   it
                   were
                   better
                   they
                   were
                   a-bed
                   :
                
                 
                   And
                   some
                   cry
                   ,
                   ye
                   disturb
                   the
                   Laird
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   some
                   cry
                   ,
                   fy
                   bring
                   Baily
                   Baird
                   ,
                
                 
                   A
                   man
                   who
                   is
                   obliged
                   much
                
                 
                   Unto
                   the
                   War
                   against
                   the
                   Dutch.
                
                 
                   At
                   that
                   they
                   call
                   the
                   Wench
                   to
                   reckon
                   ,
                
                 
                   She
                   comes
                   and
                   counts
                   up
                   three
                   for
                   one
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   gains
                   not
                   much
                   ,
                   though
                   she
                   so
                   trick
                   it
                   ,
                
                 
                 
                   Beside
                   her
                   loss
                   of
                   Burges
                   Ticket
                   :
                
                 
                   They
                   tell
                   her
                   ,
                   they
                   will
                   money
                   borrow
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   come
                   and
                   pay
                   their
                   Shot
                   to
                   morrow
                   :
                
                 
                   Their
                   Officers
                   ,
                   the
                   other
                   day
                   ,
                
                 
                   Had
                   Dyc'd
                   ,
                   &
                   Drunk
                   ,
                   and
                   Whoor'd
                   their
                   pay
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Sir
                   ,
                   though
                   we
                   do
                   not
                   play
                   such
                   pranks
                   ,
                
                 
                   For
                   which
                   we
                   give
                   unto
                   God
                   thanks
                   ;
                
                 
                   Yet
                   we
                   your
                   loyal
                   Subjects
                   are
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   serve
                   you
                   both
                   in
                   Peace
                   and
                   War
                   ,
                
                 
                   With
                   our
                   Fortunes
                   ,
                   and
                   our
                   Lives
                   ;
                
                 
                   But
                   if
                   our
                   Conscience
                   ,
                   and
                   our
                   Wives
                
                 
                   By
                   any
                   man
                   be
                   medled
                   with
                   ,
                
                 
                   We
                   'l
                   both
                   defend
                   with
                   all
                   our
                   pith
                   .
                
                 
                   Sir
                   ,
                   our
                   conscience
                   to
                   compel
                   ,
                
                 
                   Is
                   to
                   force
                   our
                   Souls
                   to
                   Hell.
                
                 
                   If
                   we
                   do
                   good
                   ,
                   and
                   think
                   it
                   evil
                   ,
                
                 
                   In
                   that
                   we
                   more
                   obey
                   the
                   Devil
                   ,
                
                 
                   Then
                   doing
                   ill
                   ,
                   which
                   we
                   think
                   good
                   ,
                
                 
                   If
                   holy
                   Writ
                   be
                   understood
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   Sir
                   ,
                   we
                   have
                   been
                   sore
                   oppressed
                   ,
                
                 
                   Our
                   Wives
                   and
                   Serving
                   Lasses
                   Sessed
                   ,
                
                 
                   Either
                   to
                   give
                   beyond
                   their
                   reach
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   else
                   hear
                   some
                   Hirelings
                   Preach
                   :
                
                 
                   Who
                   Preach
                   nought
                   else
                   ,
                   but
                   rail
                   and
                   rant
                
                 
                   Against
                   the
                   Holy
                   Covenant
                   :
                
                 
                   And
                   yet
                   it
                   s
                   known
                   ,
                   that
                   the
                   Nation
                
                 
                   Did
                   take
                   it
                   ,
                   at
                   their
                   instigation
                   ;
                
                 
                   For
                   which
                   ,
                   of
                   late
                   ,
                   they
                   were
                   so
                   hearty
                   ,
                
                 
                   When
                   it
                   was
                   the
                   prevailing
                   party
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   they
                   urg'd
                   State
                   ,
                   as
                   they
                   were
                   wood
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   take
                   some's
                   Means
                   ,
                   and
                   others
                   blood
                   :
                
                 
                   And
                   others
                   they
                   compel'd
                   to
                   flee
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   hide
                   themselves
                   beyond
                   the
                   Sea
                   :
                
                 
                   And
                   that
                   ,
                   Sir
                   ,
                   for
                   no
                   other
                   reason
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   Ante-Covenanting
                   Treason
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   But
                   now
                   ,
                   Sir
                   ,
                   when
                   the
                   guise
                   doth
                   turn
                   ,
                
                 
                   They
                   Preach
                   nothing
                   ,
                   but
                   hang
                   ,
                   and
                   burn
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   harry
                   all
                   those
                   of
                   the
                   Nation
                   ,
                
                 
                   Who
                   do
                   refuse
                   the
                   Declaration
                   :
                
                 
                 
                   Perswading
                   us
                   with
                   tales
                   and
                   fictions
                
                 
                   To
                   take
                   Oaths
                   which
                   are
                   contradictions
                   ;
                
                 
                   Having
                   ,
                   for
                   love
                   of
                   VVorldly
                   Pelf
                
                 
                   First
                   taken
                   contrair
                   Oaths
                   themself
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   At
                   the
                   first
                   ,
                   Sir
                   ,
                   God
                   be
                   thanked
                   ,
                
                 
                   VVe
                   sold
                   Covering
                   ,
                   Sheet
                   ,
                   and
                   Blanket
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   Gowns
                   ,
                   and
                   Plaids
                   ,
                   and
                   Petticoats
                   ,
                
                 
                   Meal
                   and
                   Pease
                   ,
                   Barley
                   and
                   Oats
                   ,
                
                 
                   Butter
                   and
                   Cheese
                   ,
                   and
                   VVool
                   Fleeces
                   ,
                
                 
                   For
                   Groats
                   and
                   Fourty
                   Peny
                   pieces
                   ;
                
                 
                   Capons
                   and
                   Hens
                   ,
                   and
                   Geese
                   and
                   Piggs
                   ,
                
                 
                   Oxen
                   and
                   Horse
                   which
                   Till'd
                   our
                   Riggs
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   which
                   our
                   very
                   hearts
                   pierces
                   ,
                
                 
                   Mastor
                   Zachary
                   Boyd's
                   Verses
                   ,
                
                 
                   
                   Dickson's
                   Sermons
                   ,
                   
                   Guthrie's
                   Libels
                   ,
                
                 
                   Bessie
                   of
                   Lanerk
                   ,
                   and
                   our
                   Bibles
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   learn'd
                   Religion
                   by
                   tradition
                   ,
                
                 
                   VVhich
                   smells
                   of
                   Popish
                   superstition
                   :
                
                 
                   To
                   pay
                   our
                   Fines
                   we
                   were
                   so
                   willing
                   ,
                
                 
                   Which
                   was
                   for
                   each
                   fault
                   Twenty
                   Shilling
                   :
                
                 
                 
                   Though
                   we
                   alledg'd
                   for
                   our
                   defence
                   ,
                
                 
                   It
                   was
                   too
                   much
                   by
                   Eighteen
                   Pence
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   At
                   last
                   ,
                   we
                   had
                   no
                   more
                   to
                   give
                   ,
                
                 
                   Neither
                   knew
                   we
                   how
                   to
                   live
                   ;
                
                 
                   They
                   felled
                   all
                   our
                   Hens
                   and
                   Cocks
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   rooted
                   out
                   our
                   Kail
                   Stocks
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   cast
                   them
                   ov'r
                   the
                   Dikes
                   away
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   bid
                   us
                   ,
                   jeering
                   ,
                   fast
                   and
                   pray
                   .
                
                 
                   Being
                   incensed
                   with
                   such
                   harms
                   ,
                
                 
                   VVe
                   were
                   necessitate
                   to
                   Arms
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   through
                   the
                   Countrey
                   we
                   did
                   come
                   ,
                
                 
                   VVe
                   had
                   far
                   better
                   stay'd
                   at
                   home
                   .
                
                 
                   VVe
                   did
                   nothing
                   but
                   hunt
                   the
                   Glaiks
                   ,
                
                 
                   For
                   after
                   we
                   had
                   got
                   our
                   paiks
                   ,
                
                 
                   They
                   took
                   us
                   every
                   one
                   as
                   Prizes
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   condemn'd
                   us
                   in
                   Assizes
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   be
                   hang'd
                   up
                   every
                   where
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   fix'd
                   our
                   Heads
                   up
                   here
                   and
                   there
                   .
                
                 
                   Once
                   dreadful
                   Heads
                   ,
                   Sir
                   ,
                   all
                   did
                   doubt
                   them
                   ,
                
                 
                   They
                   had
                   so
                   meikle
                   wit
                   about
                   them
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   And
                   we
                   ,
                   who
                   scapt
                   those
                   grievous
                   Crosses
                   ,
                
                 
                   Did
                   hide
                   our selves
                   in
                   Bogs
                   and
                   Mosses
                   :
                
                 
                   Where
                   we
                   fed
                   on
                   sodden
                   Leather
                   ,
                
                 
                   Mingled
                   with
                   crops
                   of
                   Heather
                   ;
                
                 
                   Which
                   ,
                   our
                   hunger
                   to
                   asswage
                   ,
                
                 
                   VVe
                   thought
                   most
                   savoury
                   Pottage
                   ;
                
                 
                   For
                   Drink
                   ,
                   it
                   was
                   no
                   small
                   matter
                   ,
                
                 
                   If
                   we
                   got
                   clear
                   ,
                   not
                   muddy
                   Water
                   ;
                
                 
                   In
                   which
                   ,
                   we
                   heartily
                   do
                   wish
                
                 
                   There
                   be
                   none
                   who
                   desire
                   to
                   Fish
                   ;
                
                 
                   That
                   by
                   the
                   Devils
                   instigation
                   ,
                
                 
                   Brings
                   on
                   us
                   all
                   this
                   tribulation
                   .
                
                 
                   When
                   in
                   that
                   case
                   we
                   could
                   not
                   stand
                   ,
                
                 
                   We
                   Sally
                   ,
                   Sir
                   ,
                   with
                   Sword
                   in
                   hand
                   ;
                
                 
                   Let
                   men
                   cry
                   ,
                   Rebels
                   ,
                   till
                   they
                   grow
                   hoarse
                   ,
                
                 
                   VVe're
                   Subjects
                   nev'r
                   a
                   white
                   the
                   worse
                   .
                
                 
                   Though
                   we
                   prefer
                   you
                   not
                   to
                   God
                   ,
                
                 
                   VVho
                   do
                   so
                   ,
                   Sir
                   ,
                   their
                   Faith
                   will
                   nod
                   .
                
                 
                   If
                   Government
                   take
                   changing
                   tours
                   ,
                
                 
                   They
                   will
                   renounce
                   both
                   you
                   ,
                   and
                   yours
                   ;
                
                 
                   As
                   doth
                   appear
                   by
                   some
                   of
                   late
                   ,
                
                 
                 
                   When
                   that
                   Usurper
                   rul'd
                   the
                   State
                   :
                
                 
                   They
                   strove
                   ,
                   Sir
                   ,
                   to
                   be
                   sent
                   apace
                
                 
                   To
                   abjure
                   you
                   in
                   the
                   Worlds
                   face
                   .
                
                 
                   Though
                   some
                   ,
                   Sir
                   ,
                   of
                   our
                   Duniwessles
                
                 
                   Stood
                   out
                   ,
                   like
                   Eglingtoun
                   and
                   Cassils
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   others
                   ,
                   striving
                   to
                   sit
                   still
                   ,
                
                 
                   VVere
                   forc'd
                   to
                   go
                   against
                   their
                   will
                   :
                
                 
                   Yet
                   other
                   some
                   ,
                   as
                   all
                   men
                   knows
                   ,
                
                 
                   VVho
                   should
                   be
                   sent
                   ,
                   were
                   near
                   to
                   blows
                   ;
                
                 
                   That
                   is
                   ,
                   at
                   very
                   boystrous
                   words
                   ,
                
                 
                   Putting
                   their
                   hands
                   upon
                   their
                   Swords
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   make
                   men
                   think
                   that
                   they
                   were
                   stout
                   ,
                
                 
                   VVhen
                   it
                   was
                   known
                   the
                   World
                   throughout
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   fight
                   your
                   foes
                   ,
                   when
                   they
                   were
                   sent
                   ,
                
                 
                   They
                   alwayes
                   took
                   the
                   Bog
                   a-sclent
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   running
                   from
                   the
                   fight
                   by
                   stealth
                   ,
                
                 
                   VVould
                   then
                   sit
                   down
                   and
                   drink
                   your
                   health
                   :
                
                 
                   And
                   since
                   they
                   could
                   not
                   think
                   ,
                   like
                   Asses
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   beat
                   your
                   foes
                   by
                   drinking
                   Glasses
                   ;
                
                 
                   It
                   's
                   evident
                   ,
                   Sir
                   ,
                   as
                   we
                   think
                   ,
                
                 
                   They
                   drank
                   your
                   Health
                   for
                   love
                   of
                   Drink
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   Yet
                   many
                   ,
                   Sir
                   ,
                   were
                   disappointed
                   ,
                
                 
                   Who
                   so
                   forsook
                   the
                   Lords
                   Anointed
                   ;
                
                 
                   They
                   were
                   not
                   all
                   alike
                   regarded
                   ,
                
                 
                   Some
                   well
                   ,
                   and
                   some
                   were
                   ill
                   rewarded
                   :
                
                 
                   They
                   who
                   play'd
                   best
                   with
                   both
                   the
                   hands
                
                 
                   Inrich'd
                   were
                   by
                   their
                   Neighbours
                   Lands
                
                 
                   Some
                   from
                   their
                   Creditors
                   got
                   refuges
                
                 
                   Some
                   were
                   made
                   Clerks
                   ,
                   and
                   others
                   Judges
                   :
                
                 
                   Some
                   swearing
                   their
                   Stocks
                   were
                   spent
                   ,
                
                 
                   Strove
                   to
                   get
                   down
                   their
                   Anualrent
                   :
                
                 
                   Detaining
                   ,
                   Sir
                   ,
                   by
                   that
                   extortion
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   Fatherless
                   and
                   Widows
                   portion
                   ,
                
                 
                   Which
                   Usuring
                   Fathers
                   Lent
                   to
                   Lairds
                   ,
                
                 
                   Who
                   play'd
                   it
                   all
                   at
                   Dice
                   and
                   Cards
                   :
                
                 
                   Which
                   forc'd
                   some
                   Lasses
                   to
                   miscarriage
                   ,
                
                 
                   Because
                   they
                   could
                   not
                   get
                   a
                   Marriage
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   among
                   those
                   of
                   stricter
                   life
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   truth-tell-colour
                   grew
                   so
                   rife
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   it
                   marr'd
                   all
                   the
                   Charms
                   and
                   Graces
                
                 
                   Of
                   those
                   who
                   could
                   not
                   paint
                   their
                   Faces
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   But
                   other
                   some
                   got
                   mocks
                   and
                   scorns
                   ,
                
                 
                   By
                   giving
                   to
                   their
                   Land-Lords
                   Horns
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   spewing
                   Claret
                   ,
                   mull'd
                   with
                   Eggs
                   ,
                
                 
                   Between
                   the
                   Lord
                   Protectors
                   Leggs
                   ,
                
                 
                   When
                   they
                   did
                   endeavour
                   to
                   pray
                
                 
                   Before
                   him
                   ,
                   on
                   a
                   Fasting-day
                   .
                
                 
                   Some
                   Whally's
                   Bible
                   did
                   begarie
                   ,
                
                 
                   By
                   letting
                   flee
                   at
                   it
                   Canarie
                   ,
                
                 
                   Taking
                   it
                   up
                   ,
                   where
                   it
                   lay
                   next
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   they
                   might
                   read
                   on
                   it
                   the
                   Text
                   ;
                
                 
                   When
                   Cromwel
                   Preach'd
                   with
                   great
                   applause
                
                 
                   The
                   Revelation
                   of
                   his
                   Cause
                   :
                
                 
                   And
                   some
                   of
                   them
                   empawn'd
                   their
                   Cloaks
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   other
                   some
                   brought
                   home
                   the
                   Pox
                   :
                
                 
                   Giving
                   foul
                   Linnings
                   all
                   the
                   wite
                   ,
                
                 
                   Some
                   turn'd
                   your
                   friends
                   for
                   meer
                   despight
                   ;
                
                 
                   Vowing
                   you
                   never
                   to
                   withstand
                
                 
                   Again
                   ,
                   without
                   something
                   in
                   hand
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   some
                   turn'd
                   Ordinance-forsakers
                   ,
                
                 
                   Others
                   for
                   grief
                   of
                   heart
                   turn'd
                   Quakers
                   :
                
                 
                 
                   Some
                   in
                   their
                   Conscience
                   took
                   remorse
                   ,
                
                 
                   Crying
                   ,
                   I
                   'm
                   damn'd
                   ,
                   till
                   they
                   grew
                   hoarse
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   made
                   the
                   standers
                   by
                   admira
                
                 
                   To
                   see
                   them
                   take
                   the
                   fits
                   of
                   Spira
                   .
                
                 
                   To
                   bring
                   those
                   troubled
                   Souls
                   to
                   peace
                   ,
                
                 
                   Some
                   reads
                   Alvarez
                   helps
                   to
                   grace
                   ;
                
                 
                   Some
                   
                     Sanctuary
                     of
                     a
                     troubled
                     Soul
                  
                   ,
                
                 
                   Some
                   cited
                   Passages
                   of
                   Paul
                   :
                
                 
                   Explaining
                   well
                   what
                   he
                   did
                   say
                   ;
                
                 
                   Some
                   reads
                   on
                   Mr.
                   
                     Andrew
                     Gray
                  
                   :
                
                 
                   Some
                   told
                   the
                   danger
                   of
                   back-sliding
                   ,
                
                 
                   Some
                   the
                   good
                   of
                   Faith
                   abiding
                   ;
                
                 
                   Some
                   reads
                   the
                   Cases
                   of
                   
                     Richard
                     Binning
                  
                   ,
                
                 
                   Some
                   Fergusson
                   reads
                   of
                   Kilwinning
                   :
                
                 
                   And
                   some
                   them
                   pressed
                   very
                   sore
                
                 
                   To
                   hear
                   a
                   little
                   of
                   Doctor
                   More
                   :
                
                 
                   But
                   others
                   cry'd
                   ,
                   Away
                   ,
                   and
                   Tush
                
                 
                   VVith
                   Vipers
                   in
                   a
                   Balmy
                   Bush
                   ?
                
                 
                   VVith
                   blind
                   Pilots
                   ,
                   guiding
                   Ferries
                   ,
                
                 
                   VVith
                   Toads
                   lurking
                   in
                   Straw-berries
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   His
                   Doctrine
                   of
                   Justification
                
                 
                   Drives
                   all
                   the
                   Court
                   to
                   Desperation
                   .
                
                 
                   Few
                   there
                   are
                   saved
                   ,
                   as
                   we
                   guess
                   ,
                
                 
                   By
                   their
                   inherent
                   righteousness
                   .
                
                 
                   He
                   hath
                   some
                   good
                   among
                   great
                   evils
                   ,
                
                 
                   He
                   tells
                   of
                   Bastard
                   getting
                   Devils
                
                 
                   Of
                   their
                   Bodies
                   ,
                   or
                   Vohicles
                   ,
                
                 
                   Their
                   Herauldry
                   and
                   Conventicles
                   .
                
                 
                   It
                   's
                   sport
                   to
                   see
                   his
                   fancy
                   wander
                
                 
                   In
                   their
                   Male
                   ,
                   and
                   Female
                   Gender
                   .
                
                 
                   He
                   doth
                   so
                   punctually
                   tell
                
                 
                   The
                   whole
                   oeconomy
                   of
                   Hell
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   some
                   affirm
                   he
                   is
                   
                     Puck
                     Hary
                  
                   ,
                
                 
                   Some
                   ,
                   he
                   hath
                   walked
                   with
                   the
                   Fairy
                   .
                
                 
                   Though
                   Intellectuals
                   be
                   neat
                   ,
                
                 
                   Though
                   he
                   mean
                   well
                   ,
                   and
                   is
                   no
                   cheat
                   ,
                
                 
                   His
                   case
                   is
                   desperat
                   and
                   sad
                   ,
                
                 
                   For
                   too
                   much
                   Learning
                   makes
                   him
                   mad
                   .
                
                 
                   VVe
                   'll
                   read
                   on
                   the
                   
                     True
                     Converts
                     Mark
                  
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   we
                   will
                   read
                   on
                   
                     Bessie
                     Clark
                  
                   ,
                
                 
                 
                   Or
                   else
                   on
                   
                     Bakers
                     Heavenly
                     Beam
                  
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   on
                   the
                   
                     Lady
                     Culross
                     Dream
                  
                   ;
                
                 
                   Which
                   sundry
                   drunken
                   Asses
                   flout
                   ,
                
                 
                   Not
                   seeing
                   the
                   Jewel
                   within
                   the
                   Clout
                   .
                
                 
                   Like
                   Combs
                   of
                   Cocks
                   ,
                   who
                   takes
                   no
                   heed
                
                 
                   When
                   they
                   Gower
                   ,
                   or
                   Chaucer
                   read
                   .
                
                 
                   When
                   they
                   had
                   said
                   ,
                   and
                   read
                   their
                   fill
                   ,
                
                 
                   It
                   did
                   not
                   cure
                   the
                   Patients
                   ill
                   :
                
                 
                   They
                   still
                   cry
                   on
                   ,
                   and
                   howl
                   ,
                   and
                   mourn
                   ,
                
                 
                   Their
                   counsels
                   would
                   not
                   serve
                   the
                   turn
                   .
                
                 
                   No
                   comfort
                   at
                   all
                   find
                   they
                   can
                   ,
                
                 
                   Until
                   a
                   Grave
                   and
                   Reverend
                   Man
                
                 
                   Advise
                   them
                   to
                   resist
                   temptation
                   ,
                
                 
                   With
                   Spainish
                   Wine
                   ,
                   and
                   Fornication
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Those
                   Rebels
                   also
                   to
                   obey
                   ,
                
                 
                   Those
                   Hirelings
                   ceas
                   ▪
                   d
                   for
                   you
                   to
                   pray
                   ;
                
                 
                   Because
                   their
                   Stipends
                   ,
                   and
                   their
                   Living
                
                 
                   Were
                   at
                   the
                   foresaid
                   Rebels
                   giving
                   .
                
                 
                   They
                   thought
                   a
                   man
                   a
                   venial
                   sinner
                
                 
                   Who
                   left
                   sworn
                   duty
                   for
                   his
                   dinner
                   :
                
                 
                 
                   Yea
                   ,
                   some
                   of
                   them
                   were
                   of
                   opinion
                   ,
                
                 
                   They
                   might
                   pray
                   for
                   that
                   Devils
                   Minion
                   .
                
                 
                   They
                   would
                   not
                   stick
                   for
                   love
                   of
                   Pelf
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   pray
                   ,
                   Sir
                   ,
                   for
                   the
                   Devil
                   himself
                   :
                
                 
                   But
                   we
                   ,
                   in
                   the
                   Usurpers
                   faces
                   ,
                
                 
                   Remembred
                   you
                   in
                   Prayers
                   and
                   Graces
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   if
                   we
                   had
                   had
                   Guns
                   and
                   Swords
                   ,
                
                 
                   Our
                   actions
                   would
                   have
                   back'd
                   our
                   words
                   .
                
                 
                   Our
                   fault
                   ,
                   Sir
                   ,
                   was
                   ,
                   for
                   which
                   we
                   moan
                   ,
                
                 
                   We
                   thought
                   to
                   do
                   it
                   all
                   alone
                   .
                
                 
                   Since
                   it
                   was
                   only
                   want
                   of
                   wit
                   ,
                
                 
                   Since
                   it
                   was
                   a
                   distraction-fit
                   ,
                
                 
                   We
                   pray
                   you
                   ,
                   Sir
                   ,
                   be
                   no
                   despiser
                
                 
                   Of
                   us
                   ,
                   whom
                   God
                   hath
                   made
                   no
                   wiser
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Royal
                   Sir
                   ,
                   to
                   those
                   our
                   times
                
                 
                   Apply'd
                   may
                   be
                   a
                   Poets
                   Rhimes
                   ,
                
                 
                   Who
                   coursly
                   singeth
                   ,
                   that
                   a
                   Wight
                
                 
                   Obeying
                   King
                   ,
                   in
                   wrong
                   or
                   right
                   ;
                
                 
                 
                   If
                   that
                   the
                   King
                   to
                   wrack
                   shall
                   go
                   ,
                
                 
                   VVill
                   in
                   like
                   manner
                   turn
                   his
                   foe
                   :
                
                 
                   But
                   who
                   obey
                   no
                   sinful
                   thing
                   ,
                
                 
                   Do
                   still
                   prove
                   constant
                   to
                   their
                   King.
                
                 
                   The
                   Rhime
                   is
                   barbarous
                   and
                   rude
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   ,
                   Sir
                   ,
                   the
                   saying's
                   rich
                   and
                   good
                   ;
                
                 
                   In
                   Print
                   yet
                   forth
                   it
                   hath
                   not
                   crept
                   ,
                
                 
                   VVe
                   have
                   it
                   in
                   a
                   Manuscript
                   :
                
                 
                   The
                   Good-man
                   keeps
                   it
                   ,
                   as
                   we
                   think
                   ,
                
                 
                   Behind
                   a
                   Dish
                   ,
                   upon
                   the
                   Bink
                   :
                
                 
                   And
                   yet
                   it
                   's
                   thought
                   by
                   many
                   a
                   man
                
                 
                   Most
                   worthy
                   of
                   the
                   Vatican
                   .
                
                 
                   It
                   's
                   worthy
                   ,
                   Sir
                   ,
                   of
                   your
                   Saint
                   James
                
                 
                   That
                   stands
                   upon
                   the
                   River
                   Thames
                   .
                
                 
                   Ye'll
                   not
                   find
                   saying
                   such
                   another
                   ,
                
                 
                   Put
                   all
                   their
                   Guilded
                   Books
                   together
                   :
                
                 
                   Tho
                   with
                   these
                   two
                   ye
                   joyn
                   in
                   one
                
                 
                   The
                   Bibliotheck
                   of
                   
                     Prester
                     John.
                  
                
                 
                   Cause
                   Pages
                   cry
                   it
                   still
                   before
                   ye
                   ,
                
                 
                   As
                   Philip
                   did
                   
                     Memento
                     mori
                  
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   Since
                   then
                   we
                   Arm
                   for
                   Conscience
                   sake
                   ,
                
                 
                   May
                   't
                   it
                   please
                   you
                   ,
                   Sir
                   ,
                   some
                   pity
                   take
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   not
                   by
                   Bishops
                   instigation
                
                 
                   Inforce
                   on
                   us
                   the
                   Declaration
                   ,
                
                 
                   Nor
                   make
                   us
                   give
                   ,
                   beyond
                   our
                   reach
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   keep
                   's
                   from
                   hearing
                   Hirelings
                   Preach
                   ;
                
                 
                   Who
                   last
                   year
                   Preached
                   Oaths
                   to
                   take
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   this
                   year
                   Preacheth
                   them
                   to
                   break
                   :
                
                 
                   When
                   they
                   have
                   forced
                   men
                   to
                   take
                   them
                   ,
                
                 
                   Then
                   first
                   of
                   all
                   ,
                   themselves
                   they
                   break
                   them
                   .
                
                 
                   Except
                   God
                   ,
                   Sir
                   ,
                   their
                   manners
                   mend
                   ,
                
                 
                   They
                   'l
                   oath
                   it
                   to
                   the
                   Worlds
                   end
                   .
                
                 
                   Men
                   either
                   must
                   foreswear
                   themself
                
                 
                   As
                   oft
                   as
                   they
                   turn
                   Coats
                   for
                   Pelf
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   else
                   their
                   Conscience
                   is
                   so
                   scurvie
                   ,
                
                 
                   They
                   will
                   turn
                   all
                   things
                   topsie
                   turvie
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   we
                   will
                   give
                   what
                   we
                   can
                   reach
                
                 
                   To
                   keep
                   's
                   from
                   hearing
                   those
                   men
                   Preach
                   ,
                
                 
                   As
                   Achisons
                   ,
                   Balbies
                   and
                   Placks
                   ,
                
                 
                   Which
                   is
                   enough
                   ,
                   Sir
                   ,
                   for
                   our
                   packs
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   Likewise
                   ,
                   in
                   any
                   other
                   thing
                
                 
                   VVe
                   will
                   obey
                   you
                   ,
                   as
                   our
                   King
                   ,
                
                 
                   If
                   ye
                   require
                   it
                   at
                   our
                   hands
                   ,
                
                 
                   VVe
                   'll
                   quite
                   to
                   you
                   both
                   Lives
                   and
                   Lands
                   .
                
                 
                   Nothing
                   to
                   fight
                   can
                   us
                   compell
                   ,
                
                 
                   Except
                   to
                   keep
                   our
                   Souls
                   from
                   Hell
                   ;
                
                 
                   VVhat
                   ever
                   mischief
                   us
                   befall
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   else
                   the
                   Devil
                   take
                   us
                   all
                   .
                
                 
                   Ye
                   need
                   not
                   ,
                   Sir
                   ,
                   distrust
                   ,
                   or
                   fear
                   ,
                
                 
                   VVhen
                   Out-Law-VVhiggs
                   do
                   Ban
                   ,
                   or
                   Swear
                   ;
                
                 
                   It
                   doth
                   unto
                   the
                   VVorld
                   appear
                   ,
                
                 
                   Keeping
                   our
                   Oaths
                   hath
                   cost
                   us
                   dear
                   .
                
                 
                   VVe
                   pray
                   God
                   ,
                   that
                   Your
                   Majesty
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   then
                   Your
                   Royal
                   Progeny
                   ,
                
                 
                   May
                   peace
                   and
                   truth
                   with
                   us
                   defend
                   ,
                
                 
                   As
                   Kings
                   ,
                   unto
                   the
                   Worlds
                   end
                   .
                
                 
                   VVe
                   with
                   all
                   duty
                   and
                   respect
                
                 
                   Your
                   gracious
                   Answer
                   do
                   expect
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 
                   A
                   Debate
                   between
                   the
                
                 Knight
                 and
                 Squire
                 ;
                 
                   about
                   the
                   mending
                   of
                   the
                   Petition
                   ,
                   and
                   who
                   should
                   carry
                   it
                   to
                   the
                   King.
                   
                
              
               
                 ANd
                 thus
                 the
                 Supplication
                 ended
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Squire
                 cry'd
                 out
                 ;
                 it
                 should
                 be
                 mended
                 :
              
               
                 Being
                 desir'd
                 to
                 tell
                 the
                 cause
                 ,
              
               
                 First
                 with
                 all
                 ten
                 his
                 Arse
                 he
                 claws
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 then
                 his
                 Elbow
                 ,
                 and
                 his
                 Head
                 ,
              
               
                 VVinking
                 a
                 while
                 ,
                 as
                 he
                 were
                 dead
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 clapping
                 both
                 Hands
                 on
                 his
                 Snout
                 ,
              
               
                 At
                 last
                 his
                 reason
                 tumbled
                 out
                 ;
              
               
                 To
                 wit
                 ,
                 it
                 did
                 not
                 move
                 to
                 grant
              
               
                 Renewing
                 of
                 the
                 Covenant
                 .
              
               
                 
                 
                   Knight
                   .
                
                 
                   At
                   which
                   the
                   Knight
                   gave
                   such
                   a
                   groan
                   ,
                
                 
                   As
                   would
                   have
                   rent
                   a
                   heart
                   of
                   stone
                   :
                
                 
                   And
                   casting
                   both
                   his
                   eyes
                   to
                   Heaven
                   ,
                
                 
                   He
                   said
                   ,
                   not
                   though
                   the
                   Earle
                   of
                   Levin
                
                 
                   Were
                   on
                   our
                   heads
                   ,
                   we
                   durst
                   not
                   do
                   it
                   ,
                
                 
                   It
                   's
                   base
                   to
                   put
                   the
                   King
                   so
                   to
                   it
                   :
                
                 
                   It
                   is
                   a
                   most
                   presumptuous
                   thing
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   cross
                   the
                   Conscience
                   of
                   a
                   King.
                
                 
                   Some
                   honest
                   men
                   did
                   never
                   take
                   it
                   ;
                
                 
                   Some
                   honest
                   also
                   were
                   who
                   broke
                   it
                   ;
                
                 
                   But
                   he
                   who
                   breaks't
                   against
                   his
                   light
                   ,
                
                 
                   Let
                   it
                   be
                   wrong
                   ,
                   let
                   it
                   be
                   right
                   ,
                
                 
                   By
                   Prophets
                   and
                   Apostles
                   leave
                
                 
                   We
                   dar
                   aver
                   his
                   a
                   knave
                   .
                
                 
                   On
                   singulars
                   we
                   will
                   not
                   harp
                   ,
                
                 
                   For
                   the
                   apply
                   will
                   be
                   to
                   sharp
                   .
                
                 
                   We
                   put
                   down
                   Bishops
                   ,
                   to
                   our
                   cost
                   ,
                
                 
                   Yet
                   two
                   or
                   three
                   still
                   rul'd
                   the
                   Rost
                   ;
                
                 
                 
                   Some
                   of
                   which
                   play'd
                   such
                   pranks
                   at
                   home
                   ,
                
                 
                   As
                   never
                   Pope
                   presum'd
                   at
                   Rome
                   .
                
                 
                   It
                   is
                   the
                   simplest
                   of
                   all
                   tricks
                
                 
                   To
                   suffer
                   fools
                   have
                   Choping
                   Sticks
                   .
                
                 
                   A
                   Sword
                   put
                   in
                   a
                   wood
                   mans
                   hand
                   ,
                
                 
                   Bredd
                   meikle
                   trouble
                   to
                   the
                   Land.
                   
                
              
               
                 
                   Squire
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   Squire
                   reply'd
                   ,
                   they
                   'r
                   scarce
                   of
                   news
                   ,
                
                 
                   Who
                   tells
                   ,
                   their
                   Mother
                   haunted
                   Stews
                   .
                
                 
                   Who
                   on
                   his
                   Brother
                   rubs
                   disgrace
                   ,
                
                 
                   He
                   spits
                   upon
                   his
                   Mothers
                   face
                   .
                
                 
                   Each
                   Covenanter
                   is
                   our
                   Brother
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   Covenant
                   ,
                   of
                   all
                   is
                   Mother
                   .
                
                 
                   Their
                   wit
                   is
                   dull
                   ,
                   and
                   very
                   gross
                   ,
                
                 
                   Who
                   think
                   where
                   Gold
                   is
                   ,
                   therc's
                   no
                   Dross
                   :
                
                 
                   Where
                   there
                   is
                   Corn
                   ,
                   there
                   may
                   be
                   Chaff
                   ,
                
                 
                   Where
                   there
                   is
                   Malt
                   ,
                   there
                   may
                   be
                   Draff
                   :
                
                 
                   Thistles
                   with
                   Corn
                   grow
                   on
                   the
                   Riggs
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   Rogues
                   may
                   lurk
                   among
                   the
                   Whiggs
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   And
                   Friars
                   in
                   Lent
                   may
                   be
                   Flesh-eaters
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   Covenanters
                   may
                   be
                   Cheaters
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   Weeds
                   grow
                   up
                   with
                   fairest
                   Flowres
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   sighing
                   Sisters
                   may
                   be
                   Whoors
                   .
                
                 
                   As
                   Fruit
                   on
                   Trees
                   grow
                   ,
                   so
                   grow
                   Leaves
                   ,
                
                 
                   It
                   s
                   certain
                   Bishops
                   may
                   be
                   Knaves
                   ;
                
                 
                   It
                   s
                   known
                   to
                   all
                   ,
                   the
                   Devil
                   may
                   dwell
                
                 
                   In
                   some
                   of
                   fourteen
                   ,
                   as
                   of
                   twell
                   .
                
                 
                   To
                   blame
                   a
                   Cause
                   for
                   Persons
                   Vices
                   ,
                
                 
                   Is
                   one
                   of
                   Satans
                   main
                   devices
                   ,
                
                 
                   By
                   which
                   he
                   very
                   oft
                   doth
                   make
                
                 
                   VVell-meaning
                   men
                   the
                   truth
                   forsake
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   let
                   us
                   first
                   the
                   Question
                   state
                   ,
                
                 
                   Before
                   we
                   enter
                   in
                   debate
                   ,
                
                 
                   VVhich
                   of
                   the
                   two
                   should
                   bear
                   the
                   sway
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   Miters
                   ,
                   or
                   the
                   Elders
                   Lay.
                   
                
              
               
                 
                   Knight
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   Knight
                   did
                   pause
                   a
                   pretty
                   while
                   ,
                
                 
                   Then
                   answered
                   with
                   a
                   scornful
                   smile
                   ,
                
                 
                 
                   I
                   tell
                   thee
                   ,
                   fool
                   ,
                   I
                   think
                   Government
                
                 
                   Of
                   Church
                   ,
                   a
                   thing
                   of
                   small
                   concernment
                   :
                
                 
                   The
                   truth
                   it
                   's
                   uery
                   hard
                   to
                   find
                   ,
                
                 
                   It
                   puzzleth
                   the
                   learnedst
                   mind
                   .
                
                 
                   Some
                   do
                   the
                   Presbytry
                   conceive
                
                 
                   New
                   forg'd
                   by
                   Clavin
                   at
                   Geneve
                   ;
                
                 
                   Some
                   say
                   ,
                   he
                   puts
                   to
                   execution
                
                 
                   Paul
                   the
                   Apostles
                   Institution
                   ,
                
                 
                   Which
                   suffered
                   exile
                   and
                   ejection
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   time
                   of
                   Pauls
                   foretold
                   defection
                   .
                
                 
                   Some
                   say
                   ,
                   since
                   Bishops
                   did
                   appear
                   ,
                
                 
                   It
                   s
                   more
                   then
                   Fifteen
                   hundred
                   year
                   ;
                
                 
                   Some
                   say
                   ,
                   that
                   then
                   they
                   did
                   begin
                
                 
                   The
                   Pope
                   of
                   Rome
                   to
                   Usher
                   in
                   :
                
                 
                   That
                   Pauls
                   iniquities
                   ,
                   mystery
                   working
                   ,
                
                 
                   Was
                   men
                   ,
                   then
                   for
                   precedency
                   forking
                   .
                
                 
                   Some
                   Presbyterians
                   do
                   conclude
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   Bishops
                   say
                   ,
                   such
                   thoughts
                   delude
                   :
                
                 
                   VVhich
                   comes
                   from
                   brains
                   which
                   have
                   a
                   Bee
                   ,
                
                 
                   Like
                   
                     Urquharts
                     Trigonometrie
                  
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   Some
                   Bishops
                   prove
                   by
                   Scripture-phrazes
                
                 
                   As
                   by
                   the
                   word
                   
                     〈◊〉
                     〈◊〉
                     〈◊〉
                     〈◊〉
                     〈◊〉
                  
                
                 
                   How
                   John
                   the
                   Angels
                   seven
                   did
                   greet
                   ,
                
                 
                   Why
                   Paul
                   did
                   Titus
                   leave
                   in
                   Creet
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   other
                   some
                   boldly
                   asserts
                   ,
                
                 
                   Who
                   reason
                   so
                   ,
                   the
                   Text
                   perverts
                   .
                
                 
                   Some
                   call
                   the
                   Bishops
                   Weather-Cocks
                   ,
                
                 
                   Who
                   where
                   their
                   Heads
                   were
                   turn
                   their
                   Docks
                   .
                
                 
                   Still
                   stout
                   for
                   them
                   who
                   gives
                   them
                   most
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   who
                   will
                   make
                   them
                   rule
                   the
                   Rost
                   .
                
                 
                   Some
                   say
                   ,
                   that
                   Bishops
                   have
                   been
                   good
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   seal'd
                   the
                   Gospel
                   with
                   their
                   blood
                   ;
                
                 
                   As
                   ready
                   for
                   the
                   truth
                   at
                   call
                   ,
                
                 
                   As
                   any
                   Whigg
                   among
                   us
                   all
                   .
                
                 
                   Perhaps
                   a
                   railing
                   foolish
                   Ranter
                
                 
                   Will
                   tell
                   a
                   Bishop
                   Covenanter
                
                 
                   An
                   honest
                   Clergy-man
                   will
                   be
                   ,
                
                 
                   When
                   Cable
                   passeth
                   Needles
                   eye
                   :
                
                 
                   For
                   some
                   of
                   such
                   had
                   play'd
                   a
                   pavie
                   ,
                
                 
                   Though
                   all
                   the
                   Cables
                   of
                   the
                   Navie
                
                 
                 
                   In
                   one
                   ,
                   should
                   pass
                   through
                   Needles-eye
                   ,
                
                 
                   Whiggs
                   still
                   would
                   doubt
                   their
                   honesty
                   .
                
                 
                   Some
                   say
                   ,
                   a
                   Bishop
                   Covenanter
                   ,
                
                 
                   If
                   a
                   penitent
                   repenter
                   ,
                
                 
                   Causeth
                   more
                   joy
                   to
                   Sp'rits
                   Divine
                   ,
                
                 
                   Then
                   all
                   the
                   other
                   ninety
                   nine
                   .
                
                 
                   Some
                   Father
                   Tales
                   upon
                   King
                   James
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   sundry
                   Presbyterian
                   Dames
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   he
                   was
                   forc'd
                   of
                   Knaves
                   to
                   make
                   them
                   ,
                
                 
                   For
                   Devil
                   an
                   honest
                   Man
                   would
                   take
                   them
                   .
                
                 
                   Some
                   say
                   ,
                   the
                   King
                   gave
                   never
                   leave
                
                 
                   To
                   make
                   a
                   Bishop
                   of
                   a
                   Knave
                   .
                
                 
                   That
                   those
                   men
                   are
                   evil
                   speakers
                   ,
                
                 
                   Tax'd
                   by
                   Jude
                   ,
                   spiritual
                   Quakers
                   :
                
                 
                   That
                   none
                   doth
                   hate
                   Nobility
                   ;
                
                 
                   For
                   Quakers
                   blaming
                   Herauldry
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   some
                   again
                   are
                   ,
                   who
                   compares
                
                 
                   Our
                   Bishops
                   unto
                   Baiting
                   Bears
                   ;
                
                 
                   Who
                   ,
                   if
                   they
                   be
                   not
                   kept
                   in
                   aw
                   ,
                
                 
                   They
                   will
                   tear
                   all
                   with
                   teeth
                   and
                   paw
                   :
                
                 
                 
                   Yet
                   tractable
                   in
                   every
                   thing
                   ,
                
                 
                   If
                   in
                   their
                   Snout
                   ye
                   put
                   a
                   Ring
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   many
                   men
                   again
                   there
                   be
                
                 
                   VVho
                   say
                   the
                   same
                   of
                   Presbytrie
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   some
                   say
                   this
                   ,
                   and
                   some
                   say
                   that
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   some
                   affirm
                   ,
                   they
                   know
                   not
                   what
                   .
                
                 
                   It
                   s
                   grief
                   to
                   see
                   them
                   Scripture
                   vex
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   wrest
                   it
                   ,
                   like
                   a
                   Nose
                   of
                   VVax
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   he
                   who
                   is
                   deceived
                   most
                
                 
                   All
                   Fathers
                   on
                   the
                   Holy
                   Ghost
                   :
                
                 
                   Some
                   quiting
                   Prophets
                   and
                   Apostles
                   ,
                
                 
                   Thinks
                   best
                   to
                   plead
                   the
                   Cause
                   by
                   Postills
                   :
                
                 
                   And
                   some
                   do
                   dispute
                   by
                   Tradition
                   ,
                
                 
                   Some
                   calls
                   that
                   Popish
                   Superstition
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   some
                   affirm
                   ,
                   that
                   they
                   had
                   rather
                
                 
                   Follow
                   a
                   Counsel
                   ,
                   then
                   a
                   Father
                   :
                
                 
                   And
                   some
                   affirm
                   ,
                   it
                   buits
                   not
                   whether
                   ,
                
                 
                   They
                   are
                   blind
                   Leaders
                   all
                   together
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   since
                   the
                   truth
                   is
                   found
                   by
                   none
                   ,
                
                 
                   No
                   more
                   then
                   is
                   that
                   turn
                   Gold
                   Stone
                   ,
                
                 
                 
                   It
                   's
                   best
                   ,
                   Zancho
                   ,
                   for
                   ought
                   I
                   see
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   take
                   a
                   Pint
                   ,
                   and
                   then
                   agree
                   .
                
                 
                   Let
                   men
                   have
                   Bishops
                   at
                   their
                   ease
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   hear
                   what
                   Preachers
                   best
                   them
                   please
                   ;
                
                 
                   If
                   we
                   be
                   fred
                   of
                   Declaration
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   of
                   that
                   other
                   great
                   vexation
                
                 
                   We
                   mentioned
                   in
                   our
                   Petition
                   ,
                
                 
                   We
                   'll
                   alter
                   it
                   on
                   no
                   condition
                   ;
                
                 
                   Then
                   we
                   will
                   serve
                   the
                   King
                   as
                   much
                
                 
                   Against
                   the
                   Dane
                   ,
                   and
                   French
                   ,
                   and
                   Dutch
                   ,
                
                 
                   As
                   any
                   in
                   his
                   three
                   Dominions
                
                 
                   Who
                   hateth
                   us
                   ,
                   or
                   our
                   opinions
                   :
                
                 
                   If
                   he
                   command
                   us
                   ,
                   we
                   will
                   come
                
                 
                   Like
                   Goths
                   ,
                   and
                   Scale
                   the
                   Walls
                   of
                   Rome
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   bereave
                   Babels
                   Whore
                   of
                   breath
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   die
                   the
                   Duke
                   of
                   
                   Bourbon's
                   death
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Squire
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   Squire
                   made
                   many
                   odd
                   Grimass
                
                 
                   Ere
                   he
                   could
                   speak
                   ,
                   like
                   Balaams
                   Ass
                   ;
                
                 
                 
                   Sometime
                   he
                   wink'd
                   ,
                   sometime
                   look'd
                   up
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   running
                   backward
                   like
                   a
                   Tupp
                   ,
                
                 
                   For
                   to
                   return
                   with
                   greater
                   force
                   ,
                
                 
                   He
                   snorted
                   like
                   a
                   very
                   Horse
                   ;
                
                 
                   One
                   thought
                   upon
                   another
                   tumbled
                   ,
                
                 
                   One
                   while
                   he
                   grin'd
                   ,
                   another
                   grumbled
                   .
                
                 
                   At
                   last
                   ,
                   like
                   Cant
                   ,
                   or
                   Trail
                   ,
                   or
                   Durie
                   ,
                
                 
                   He
                   gave
                   a
                   Broad-side
                   in
                   a
                   fury
                   :
                
                 
                   Looking
                   as
                   he
                   would
                   eat
                   them
                   all
                   ,
                
                 
                   His
                   words
                   flew
                   out
                   like
                   Cannon
                   Ball.
                
                 
                   The
                   love
                   of
                   Pelf
                   comes
                   from
                   the
                   Devil
                   ,
                
                 
                   It
                   's
                   root
                   of
                   all
                   mischief
                   and
                   evil
                   :
                
                 
                   It
                   makes
                   Lords
                   sup
                   without
                   a
                   Candle
                   ,
                
                 
                   When
                   none
                   can
                   see
                   their
                   Knife
                   to
                   handle
                   :
                
                 
                   While
                   to
                   bring
                   Candles
                   Servants
                   lingers
                   ,
                
                 
                   Ten
                   Candles
                   will
                   not
                   heal
                   their
                   Fingers
                   .
                
                 
                   It
                   makes
                   Fore-heads
                   and
                   Shins
                   to
                   bleed
                   ,
                
                 
                   By
                   saving
                   Candle
                   ,
                   to
                   light
                   to
                   Bed.
                
                 
                   It
                   makes
                   them
                   keep
                   their
                   Cellar
                   Keys
                   ,
                
                 
                   Set
                   secret
                   marks
                   on
                   Hamms
                   and
                   Chese
                   ;
                
                 
                 
                   Which
                   ,
                   if
                   but
                   in
                   the
                   least
                   defaced
                   ,
                
                 
                   Wives
                   ,
                   Servants
                   ,
                   Bairns
                   are
                   all
                   menaced
                   .
                
                 
                   It
                   makes
                   them
                   prigg
                   for
                   Milk
                   and
                   Eggs
                   ,
                
                 
                   Put
                   in
                   a
                   Broth
                   Cocks
                   ,
                   halfs
                   ,
                   and
                   Leggs
                   :
                
                 
                   It
                   makes
                   them
                   Clout
                   Elbows
                   and
                   Breasts
                   ,
                
                 
                   Keep
                   Rinded
                   Butter
                   in
                   Charter
                   Chests
                   ,
                
                 
                   Till
                   Ratts
                   eat
                   all
                   their
                   Law-defences
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   Families
                   old
                   Evidences
                   :
                
                 
                   It
                   makes
                   them
                   pay
                   their
                   Masons
                   Wages
                
                 
                   By
                   Usury
                   ,
                   on
                   VVedds
                   ,
                   and
                   Gadges
                
                 
                   Taken
                   from
                   VVidows
                   ,
                   who
                   were
                   plundred
                   ,
                
                 
                   By
                   paying
                   Fourty
                   in
                   the
                   Hundred
                   .
                
                 
                   It
                   corrupts
                   Hamell
                   ,
                   Sharp
                   ,
                   and
                   Sweet
                   ,
                
                 
                   It
                   poysons
                   all
                   ,
                   like
                   Aconite
                   :
                
                 
                   If
                   it
                   touch
                   Hide
                   ,
                   it
                   goes
                   to
                   Heart
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   so
                   affecteth
                   every
                   part
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   great
                   ones
                   do
                   betray
                   their
                   trust
                   ,
                
                 
                   Ladies
                   throw
                   Honour
                   in
                   the
                   dust
                   ,
                
                 
                   Like
                   those
                   who
                   troad
                   the
                   Cyprian
                   Dance
                
                 
                   VVith
                   that
                   Financier
                   of
                   France
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   It
                   Puritans
                   doth
                   make
                   of
                   Ranters
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   Cavaleers
                   of
                   Covenanters
                   ;
                
                 
                   Of
                   Lords
                   and
                   Earls
                   it
                   makes
                   Drapers
                   ,
                
                 
                   Of
                   Priests
                   and
                   Levites
                   it
                   makes
                   Capers
                   .
                
                 
                   It
                   maketh
                   grave
                   and
                   reverend
                   Cheats
                
                 
                   In
                   Pulpits
                   ,
                   and
                   Tribunal
                   Seats
                   :
                
                 
                   For
                   any
                   Crime
                   it
                   finds
                   defences
                   ,
                
                 
                   With
                   Oaths
                   ,
                   it
                   like
                   a
                   Pope
                   dispences
                   :
                
                 
                   It
                   causeth
                   among
                   Brethren
                   strife
                   ,
                
                 
                   It
                   makes
                   a
                   Man
                   Pimp
                   to
                   his
                   Wife
                   :
                
                 
                   It
                   makes
                   yeeld
                   Fortresses
                   and
                   Towns
                
                 
                   Sooner
                   then
                   Armies
                   with
                   great
                   Guns
                   :
                
                 
                   It
                   sets
                   a-fire
                   Cities
                   and
                   Streets
                   ,
                
                 
                   It
                   raiseth
                   Tragedies
                   in
                   Fleets
                   ;
                
                 
                   It
                   makes
                   the
                   vanquished
                   victorious
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   foyl
                   then
                   victory
                   more
                   glorious
                   :
                
                 
                   It
                   makes
                   rebellion
                   rise
                   and
                   fall
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   hath
                   such
                   influence
                   on
                   all
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   whom
                   it
                   made
                   rebellious
                   Nurses
                   ,
                
                 
                   It
                   loyal
                   makes
                   ,
                   to
                   fill
                   their
                   Purses
                   :
                
                 
                 
                   It
                   causeth
                   many
                   a
                   bloody
                   strife
                   ,
                
                 
                   When
                   needy
                   male-content
                   grow
                   rife
                   :
                
                 
                   Then
                   by
                   it
                   Church
                   and
                   State
                   are
                   mended
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   will
                   be
                   till
                   the
                   world
                   be
                   ended
                   .
                
                 
                   Master
                   ,
                   we
                   all
                   observe
                   and
                   mark
                   ,
                
                 
                   Since
                   ye
                   once
                   doubt
                   ,
                   ye
                   will
                   embarque
                   .
                
                 
                   Why
                   do
                   ye
                   Conscience
                   so
                   neglect
                   ?
                
                 
                   Or
                   ,
                   what
                   ,
                   Master
                   ,
                   can
                   ye
                   expect
                   ?
                
                 
                   Although
                   among
                   the
                   Whiggs
                   ye
                   Preach
                   ,
                
                 
                   A
                   Bishoprick
                   ye
                   cannot
                   reach
                   :
                
                 
                   For
                   Bishopricks
                   are
                   giv'n
                   to
                   none
                
                 
                   Like
                   Presbyterian
                   
                     John
                     Gillon
                  
                   ,
                
                 
                   Who
                   ,
                   when
                   he
                   takes
                   his
                   Preaching-turn
                   ,
                
                 
                   Will
                   make
                   moe
                   laugh
                   then
                   he
                   makes
                   mourn
                   .
                
                 
                   Ye
                   have
                   infus'd
                   in
                   us
                   Sedition
                   ,
                
                 
                   Ye
                   will
                   us
                   leave
                   in
                   that
                   condition
                   :
                
                 
                   And
                   then
                   cause
                   Print
                   a
                   Book
                   of
                   Season
                   ,
                
                 
                   Tax
                   whom
                   ye
                   have
                   seduc'd
                   of
                   Treason
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   when
                   so
                   doing
                   ,
                   all
                   men
                   see
                   ,
                
                 
                   Ye
                   sing
                   the
                   Palinod
                   of
                   Lee.
                
                 
                 
                   The
                   Cavaleers
                   will
                   still
                   you
                   call
                
                 
                   The
                   Archest
                   Rebel
                   of
                   us
                   all
                   .
                
                 
                   Thus
                   having
                   said
                   ,
                   he
                   made
                   a
                   halt
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   stood
                   ,
                   like
                   Lots
                   Wife
                   turn'd
                   to
                   Salt
                   ,
                
                 
                   With
                   Ear
                   attentive
                   ,
                   earnest
                   Eye
                   ,
                
                 
                   He
                   did
                   expect
                   the
                   Knights
                   Reply
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Knight
                   .
                
                 
                   Who
                   stroak'd
                   his
                   Beard
                   ,
                   and
                   bit
                   his
                   Lip
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   wip'd
                   his
                   Nose
                   ,
                   and
                   scratch'd
                   his
                   Hip
                   ,
                
                 
                   He
                   wry'd
                   his
                   Mouth
                   ,
                   and
                   knit
                   his
                   Brows
                   ,
                
                 
                   He
                   changed
                   more
                   then
                   twenty
                   hues
                   ;
                
                 
                   His
                   Hands
                   did
                   tremble
                   ,
                   his
                   Teeth
                   did
                   chatter
                   ;
                
                 
                   His
                   Eyes
                   turn'd
                   up
                   ,
                   his
                   Bumm
                   did
                   clatter
                   ,
                
                 
                   His
                   Tongue
                   on
                   Teeth
                   and
                   Gumes
                   did
                   hammer
                   ,
                
                 
                   He
                   fain
                   would
                   speak
                   ,
                   but
                   still
                   did
                   stammer
                   :
                
                 
                   His
                   Garb
                   was
                   strange
                   ,
                   dreadful
                   ,
                   uncouth
                   ,
                
                 
                   Till
                   through
                   his
                   Epileptick
                   Mouth
                
                 
                   Those
                   following
                   speeches
                   fierce
                   and
                   loud
                
                 
                   Burst
                   out
                   ,
                   like
                   Thunder
                   through
                   a
                   Cloud
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   Thou
                   poysons
                   all
                   ,
                   my
                   little
                   Grex
                   ,
                
                 
                   Thou
                   sentence-speaking
                   Carnifex
                   :
                
                 
                   Thou
                   hardy
                   and
                   presumptuous
                   are
                
                 
                   To
                   meddle
                   so
                   with
                   Peace
                   and
                   War
                   ;
                
                 
                   Rub
                   my
                   Horse
                   Belly
                   ,
                   and
                   his
                   Coots
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   when
                   I
                   get
                   them
                   ,
                   dight
                   my
                   Boots
                   ;
                
                 
                   For
                   they
                   are
                   better
                   then
                   Gramashes
                
                 
                   For
                   me
                   ,
                   who
                   through
                   the
                   Dubbs
                   so
                   plashes
                   :
                
                 
                   Yet
                   I
                   'le
                   wear
                   none
                   ,
                   till
                   I
                   put
                   on
                
                 
                   Those
                   of
                   the
                   Priest
                   of
                   Livingston
                   ;
                
                 
                   Who
                   ,
                   when
                   they
                   hid
                   them
                   in
                   the
                   Riggs
                   ,
                
                 
                   Said
                   they
                   were
                   plunder'd
                   by
                   the
                   Whiggs
                   ,
                
                 
                   Unto
                   another
                   Priest
                   ,
                   his
                   Marrow
                   ,
                
                 
                   Who
                   sent
                   a
                   Maid
                   his
                   Boots
                   to
                   borrow
                   ,
                
                 
                   Whose
                   Boots
                   were
                   plundered
                   indeed
                   ,
                
                 
                   As
                   was
                   his
                   Salt
                   Beef
                   ,
                   and
                   his
                   Steed
                   .
                
                 
                   Teach
                   what
                   I
                   please
                   ,
                   thou
                   'st
                   not
                   forbear
                
                 
                   To
                   meddle
                   with
                   things
                   without
                   thy
                   Sphear
                   ;
                
                 
                   Like-Taylors
                   making
                   Boots
                   or
                   Shoos
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   like
                   Shoo-makers
                   making
                   Hose
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   Like
                   some
                   I
                   know
                   ,
                   as
                   blind
                   as
                   Owles
                   ,
                
                 
                   Playing
                   at
                   Tennice
                   ,
                   and
                   at
                   Bowles
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   sometime
                   Shooting
                   at
                   a
                   Mark
                   ,
                
                 
                   Like
                   Passavantius
                   playing
                   the
                   Clerk
                   ,
                
                 
                   Who
                   medled
                   with
                   ,
                   he
                   knew
                   not
                   what
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   he
                   might
                   get
                   from
                   Rome
                   a
                   Hat.
                
                 
                   Men
                   oft
                   by
                   change
                   of
                   station
                   tynes
                   ,
                
                 
                   Good
                   Lawyers
                   may
                   prove
                   bad
                   Divines
                   :
                
                 
                   Like
                   Sadoleto's
                   Dog
                   in
                   Satine
                   ,
                
                 
                   Like
                   Ignoramus
                   speaking
                   Latine
                   :
                
                 
                   Which
                   raised
                   most
                   unnatural
                   jarrs
                   ,
                
                 
                   As
                   between
                   Law
                   and
                   Gospel
                   Wars
                   .
                
                 
                   Like
                   Bembo's
                   Parrat
                   singing
                   Masses
                   ,
                
                 
                   Like
                   men
                   of
                   seventy
                   Courting
                   Lasses
                   ;
                
                 
                   Like
                   Highland
                   Lady's
                   knoping
                   Speeches
                   .
                
                 
                   When
                   they
                   are
                   scolding
                   for
                   the
                   Breeches
                   ,
                
                 
                   Like
                   Massionella
                   freeing
                   Naples
                
                 
                   From
                   Gabells
                   put
                   on
                   Roots
                   and
                   Apples
                   .
                
                 
                   Like
                   Taylours
                   scanning
                   State
                   concernments
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   Coblers
                   clouting
                   Church
                   Governments
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   Like
                   some
                   attempting
                   tricks
                   in
                   Statiques
                   ,
                
                 
                   Not
                   vers'd
                   in
                   Euclids
                   Mathematiques
                   .
                
                 
                   Like
                   Pipers
                   mending
                   Morleys
                   Musick
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   Gardners
                   Paracelsus
                   Physick
                   .
                
                 
                   Like
                   Atheists
                   pleading
                   Law
                   refuges
                   ;
                
                 
                   Like
                   Countrey
                   Treisters
                   turning
                   Judges
                   .
                
                 
                   Like
                   Preachers
                   stirring
                   up
                   devotions
                   ,
                
                 
                   By
                   Preaching
                   Military
                   motions
                   ;
                
                 
                   Proving
                   their
                   uses
                   and
                   didactiques
                   ,
                
                 
                   By
                   passages
                   of
                   Aelians
                   tactiques
                   .
                
                 
                   Like
                   Ladies
                   making
                   Water
                   standing
                   ,
                
                 
                   Like
                   young
                   Lairds
                   ,
                   Horse
                   &
                   Foot
                   commanding
                   .
                
                 
                   Like
                   Monckeys
                   playing
                   on
                   a
                   Fiddle
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   Eunuchs
                   on
                   a
                   Ladies
                   middle
                   .
                
                 
                   Like
                   Gilliwetfoots
                   purging
                   States
                
                 
                   By
                   papers
                   thrown
                   in
                   Pocks
                   or
                   Hats
                   ;
                
                 
                   That
                   they
                   might
                   be
                   ,
                   when
                   purg'd
                   from
                   dung
                
                 
                   Secretaries
                   for
                   the
                   Irish
                   Tongue
                   .
                
                 
                   Great
                   wounds
                   ,
                   yet
                   curable
                   ,
                   still
                   faister
                   .
                
                 
                   When
                   fools
                   presume
                   to
                   rule
                   their
                   Master
                   ;
                
                 
                 
                   As
                   sad
                   experience
                   teach'd
                   of
                   late
                   ,
                
                 
                   When
                   such
                   reformed
                   Church
                   and
                   State
                   :
                
                 
                   Though
                   all
                   the
                   Publick
                   did
                   pretend
                   ,
                
                 
                   All
                   almost
                   had
                   a
                   privat
                   end
                   .
                
                 
                   There
                   was
                   no
                   place
                   of
                   War
                   ,
                   or
                   State
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   was
                   by
                   twenty
                   aimed
                   at
                   ;
                
                 
                   Whereof
                   ninteen
                   were
                   disappointed
                   ,
                
                 
                   Which
                   made
                   the
                   Body
                   whole
                   disjoynted
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   rais'd
                   among
                   them
                   such
                   divisions
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   they
                   were
                   to
                   their
                   friends
                   derisions
                   .
                
                 
                   Some
                   aim'd
                   at
                   the
                   Embroidered
                   Purse
                   ,
                
                 
                   Some
                   the
                   Finances
                   to
                   deburse
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   other
                   some
                   thought
                   to
                   be
                   getters
                
                 
                   By
                   writing
                   of
                   the
                   Privy
                   Letters
                   :
                
                 
                   Some
                   aim'd
                   at
                   Privy
                   Seal
                   ,
                   or
                   Rolls
                   ,
                
                 
                   Some
                   Customs
                   gathered
                   in
                   ,
                   and
                   Tolls
                   :
                
                 
                   Some
                   did
                   dry
                   Quarterings
                   enforce
                   ,
                
                 
                   Some
                   lodg'd
                   in
                   Pockets
                   Foot
                   and
                   Horse
                   :
                
                 
                   Yet
                   still
                   Bogg-sclented
                   ,
                   when
                   they
                   yoaked
                   ,
                
                 
                   For
                   all
                   the
                   Garrison
                   in
                   their
                   Pocket
                   :
                
                 
                 
                   And
                   some
                   made
                   men
                   Morgage
                   their
                   Lands
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   lend
                   Money
                   on
                   publick
                   Bands
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   be
                   pay'd
                   at
                   the
                   Resurrection
                   :
                
                 
                   Some
                   Fines
                   pay'd
                   who
                   oppos'd
                   defection
                   ;
                
                 
                   Some
                   sold
                   the
                   Souldiers
                   Mity
                   Meal
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   some
                   did
                   from
                   the
                   Publick
                   steal
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   some
                   ,
                   as
                   every
                   body
                   says
                   ,
                
                 
                   Us'd
                   more
                   then
                   other
                   twenty
                   ways
                   :
                
                 
                   Yet
                   notwithstanding
                   of
                   all
                   that
                   ,
                
                 
                   They
                   :
                   were
                   lean
                   Kine
                   devouring
                   fat
                   .
                
                 
                   None
                   gained
                   by
                   those
                   bloody
                   fairds
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   two
                   three
                   Beggers
                   who
                   turn'd
                   Lairds
                   ;
                
                 
                   Who
                   stealing
                   publick
                   Geese
                   and
                   Wedders
                   ,
                
                 
                   Were
                   fred
                   ,
                   by
                   rendering
                   Skin
                   and
                   Feathers
                   .
                
                 
                   When
                   others
                   of
                   this
                   Church
                   and
                   Nation
                
                 
                   Returns
                   unto
                   their
                   former
                   station
                   :
                
                 
                   And
                   now
                   ,
                   for
                   all
                   their
                   stomacks
                   stout
                   ,
                
                 
                   Comes
                   home
                   more
                   fools
                   then
                   they
                   went
                   out
                
                 
                   Thou
                   ,
                   like
                   a
                   Fire-brand
                   ,
                   dost
                   advise
                
                 
                   Us
                   to
                   be
                   fools
                   ,
                   when
                   all
                   are
                   wise
                   :
                
                 
                 
                   Thy
                   endeavours
                   are
                   all
                   in
                   vain
                   ,
                
                 
                   Ere
                   we
                   shall
                   play
                   such
                   pranks
                   again
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   Patagons
                   shall
                   Masses
                   mumble
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   Dons
                   of
                   Spain
                   shall
                   all
                   be
                   humble
                   ,
                
                 
                   Italians
                   shall
                   speak
                   as
                   they
                   think
                   ,
                
                 
                   Germains
                   ,
                   when
                   Sun
                   's
                   set
                   ,
                   shall
                   not
                   drink
                   ;
                
                 
                   Swedds
                   gaining
                   day
                   ,
                   shall
                   not
                   pile
                   Baggage
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   English
                   hate
                   shall
                   Beef
                   and
                   Cabbage
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   Russ
                   and
                   Pole
                   shall
                   never
                   jarr
                   ,
                
                 
                   Danes
                   shall
                   gain
                   by
                   a
                   Sweddish
                   War
                   ;
                
                 
                   Victorious
                   Turk
                   shall
                   stand
                   to
                   reason
                   ,
                
                 
                   Scots
                   shall
                   be
                   beat
                   ,
                   and
                   not
                   blame
                   treason
                   ;
                
                 
                   The
                   Dutch
                   shall
                   Brandie
                   slight
                   ,
                   and
                   Butter
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   England
                   Conquer
                   by
                   
                     De
                     Ruyttek
                  
                   :
                
                 
                   The
                   first
                   burnt
                   ardor
                   of
                   French
                   hearts
                
                 
                   Shall
                   not
                   turn
                   to
                   a
                   rack
                   of
                   farts
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   they
                   shall
                   spell
                   as
                   they
                   do
                   speak
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   they
                   shall
                   sing
                   as
                   they
                   do
                   prick
                   :
                
                 
                   With
                   Oaths
                   they
                   shall
                   not
                   lard
                   their
                   Speeches
                   ,
                
                 
                   Nor
                   change
                   the
                   fashion
                   of
                   their
                   Breeches
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   All
                   shall
                   have
                   for
                   assured
                   news
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   Pope
                   from
                   Rome
                   have
                   banish'd
                   Stews
                   :
                
                 
                   Rebellion
                   shall
                   return
                   from
                   Hell
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   do
                   things
                   which
                   I
                   will
                   not
                   tell
                   .
                
                 
                   Though
                   it
                   were
                   true
                   ,
                   as
                   some
                   compares
                
                 
                   Our
                   Bishops
                   unto
                   baiting
                   Bears
                   ,
                
                 
                   Who
                   ,
                   if
                   they
                   be
                   not
                   keept
                   in
                   aw
                   ,
                
                 
                   They
                   will
                   tear
                   all
                   with
                   Teeth
                   and
                   Paw
                   .
                
                 
                   Yet
                   many
                   utterly
                   mislikes
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   Butcher
                   Presbyterian
                   tycks
                
                 
                   Should
                   flee
                   upon
                   their
                   throats
                   and
                   faces
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   curb
                   their
                   Lordships
                   ,
                   and
                   their
                   Graces
                   :
                
                 
                   His
                   Majesty
                   ,
                   without
                   all
                   doubt
                   ,
                
                 
                   Should
                   only
                   Ring
                   them
                   in
                   the
                   Snout
                   .
                
                 
                   If
                   they
                   so
                   swell
                   ,
                   that
                   none
                   can
                   bide
                
                 
                   Their
                   malice
                   ,
                   avarice
                   ,
                   and
                   pride
                   ;
                
                 
                   Vices
                   ,
                   which
                   all
                   the
                   world
                   doth
                   ken
                
                 
                   Familiar
                   to
                   Clergy-men
                   ;
                
                 
                   Of
                   which
                   ,
                   though
                   palliat
                   with
                   art
                   ,
                
                 
                   Our
                   own
                   Presbytry
                   had
                   their
                   part
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   Our
                   duty
                   is
                   ,
                   with
                   all
                   submission
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   press
                   the
                   grant
                   of
                   our
                   Petition
                   :
                
                 
                   The
                   King
                   will
                   suffer
                   us
                   ,
                   perchance
                   ,
                
                 
                   As
                   Lewis
                   doth
                   Huggonots
                   in
                   France
                   :
                
                 
                   And
                   in
                   his
                   Wars
                   ,
                   Civil
                   and
                   Forraign
                   ,
                
                 
                   Make
                   me
                   Command
                   in
                   Chief
                   ,
                   like
                   Turrain
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   though
                   he
                   grant
                   not
                   our
                   demands
                   ,
                
                 
                   Away
                   with
                   Covenants
                   and
                   Bands
                   ;
                
                 
                   Kings
                   must
                   command
                   ,
                   we
                   must
                   obey
                   ,
                
                 
                   They
                   Rebels
                   are
                   ,
                   who
                   truth
                   gain-say
                   .
                
                 
                   Some
                   tell
                   ,
                   we
                   must
                   the
                   truth
                   so
                   love
                   ,
                
                 
                   As
                   of
                   it
                   not
                   to
                   quite
                   a
                   hoove
                   .
                
                 
                   As
                   said
                   another
                   fool
                   ,
                   thy
                   marrow
                   ,
                
                 
                   As
                   if
                   his
                   Majesty
                   were
                   Pharo
                   .
                
                 
                   For
                   my
                   part
                   ,
                   ere
                   I
                   trouble
                   peace
                   ,
                
                 
                   I
                   'le
                   Bishops
                   call
                   ,
                   
                     My
                     Lord
                  
                   and
                   Grace
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   kneel
                   at
                   the
                   Communion
                   Table
                   ,
                
                 
                   Make
                   Christmas-Feasts
                   ,
                   if
                   I
                   be
                   able
                   :
                
                 
                   Privat
                   Sacraments
                   I
                   'le
                   avow
                
                 
                   Childrens
                   confirming
                   I
                   'le
                   allow
                   ;
                
                 
                 
                   And
                   I
                   will
                   hear
                   the
                   Organs
                   play
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   Amen
                   to
                   the
                   Service
                   say
                   .
                
                 
                   I
                   'le
                   Surplice
                   wear
                   ,
                   and
                   High-sleev'd
                   Gown
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   to
                   the
                   Altar
                   I
                   'le
                   bow
                   down
                   .
                
                 
                   Yea
                   ,
                   ere
                   his
                   Majesty
                   be
                   wroth
                   ,
                
                 
                   I
                   'le
                   Primat
                   be
                   ,
                   and
                   Chancellor
                   both
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Squire
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   Squire
                   replyed
                   in
                   a
                   chaff
                   ,
                
                 
                   He
                   girn'd
                   so
                   ,
                   that
                   he
                   seem'd
                   to
                   laff
                   :
                
                 
                   And
                   when
                   ye
                   travel
                   in
                   Carosses
                   ,
                
                 
                   Ye
                   will
                   salute
                   the
                   Hie-way
                   Crosses
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   when
                   with
                   danger
                   ye
                   are
                   prest
                   ,
                
                 
                   Ye
                   will
                   cross
                   ,
                   sign
                   fore-head
                   and
                   breast
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   ye
                   will
                   to
                   our
                   Lady
                   pray
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   travel
                   on
                   the
                   Sabbath
                   day
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   ye
                   will
                   play
                   with
                   Lords
                   and
                   Lairds
                
                 
                   All
                   Sermon
                   time
                   at
                   Dice
                   and
                   Cards
                   ;
                
                 
                 
                   And
                   Duels
                   fight
                   ,
                   like
                   those
                   of
                   France
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   drunk
                   and
                   Creeple
                   lead
                   a
                   dance
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   ye
                   will
                   venture
                   Ax
                   and
                   Rope
                   ,
                
                 
                   By
                   writing
                   Letters
                   to
                   the
                   Pope
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   tell
                   him
                   ,
                   though
                   ye
                   here
                   by
                   Haman
                   ,
                
                 
                   Ye
                   worship
                   with
                   the
                   King
                   ,
                   like
                   Naman
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   then
                   accuse
                   us
                   all
                   of
                   Treason
                   ,
                
                 
                   When
                   ye
                   put
                   out
                   your
                   Book
                   of
                   Season
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Knight
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   Knight
                   look'd
                   fiercely
                   then
                   about
                   ,
                
                 
                   Thus
                   thundering
                   with
                   a
                   dreadful
                   shout
                   ,
                
                 
                   Constant
                   madness
                   thy
                   Brains
                   inthrals
                   ,
                
                 
                   Thou
                   hast
                   no
                   Lucid
                   Intervalls
                   .
                
                 
                   Thy
                   Waspish
                   Tongue
                   will
                   never
                   fail
                
                 
                   To
                   prat
                   ,
                   to
                   scold
                   ,
                   revile
                   and
                   rail
                   :
                
                 
                   Though
                   men
                   should
                   bray
                   thee
                   all
                   to
                   Powder
                   ,
                
                 
                   Thou
                   still
                   ,
                   Theristes
                   ,
                   plays
                   the
                   louder
                   .
                
                 
                   All
                   honest
                   and
                   unbyass'd
                   ken
                
                 
                   Those
                   whom
                   thou
                   means't
                   ,
                   were
                   worthy
                   men
                   ;
                
                 
                 
                   They
                   had
                   some
                   faults
                   ,
                   though
                   not
                   so
                   big
                   ,
                
                 
                   As
                   rotten
                   Flees
                   ,
                   to
                   spoil
                   a
                   Pigg
                
                 
                   Of
                   Ointment
                   ;
                   sooner
                   it
                   is
                   known
                   ,
                
                 
                   We
                   others
                   faults
                   see
                   ,
                   then
                   our
                   own
                   .
                
                 
                   Presbyterian
                   ,
                   never
                   one
                
                 
                   Faultless
                   ,
                   at
                   them
                   could
                   cast
                   a
                   stone
                   .
                
                 
                   It
                   's
                   certain
                   ,
                   it
                   comes
                   from
                   the
                   Devil
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   hide
                   men's
                   good
                   ,
                   and
                   tell
                   their
                   evil
                   :
                
                 
                   They
                   never
                   learned
                   that
                   of
                   Paul
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   David
                   ,
                   when
                   he
                   mourn'd
                   for
                   Saul
                   .
                
                 
                   Thou
                   art
                   a
                   Cocks-comb
                   ,
                   void
                   of
                   reason
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   tell
                   me
                   of
                   a
                   Book
                   of
                   Season
                   :
                
                 
                   Thou
                   learnd'st
                   when
                   thou
                   kept
                   Sheep
                   &
                   Hogs
                   ,
                
                 
                   With
                   one
                   Stone
                   for
                   to
                   hit
                   two
                   Dogs
                   .
                
                 
                   Though
                   thou
                   spue
                   Venom
                   like
                   a
                   Toad
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   Book
                   is
                   much
                   esteem'd
                   abroad
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   Squire
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   Squire
                   replyed
                   ,
                   many
                   deem
                
                 
                   Beyond
                   Sea
                   it
                   is
                   in
                   esteem
                   :
                
                 
                   When
                   once
                   it
                   passed
                   Pentland
                   Firth
                   ,
                
                 
                   It
                   rais'd
                   among
                   them
                   such
                   a
                   mirth
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   some
                   for
                   laughter
                   burst
                   their
                   Rheens
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   other
                   some
                   did
                   split
                   their
                   Spleens
                   :
                
                 
                   They
                   cherish'd
                   it
                   in
                   every
                   School
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   be
                   their
                   Bibliotheca's
                   fool
                   ;
                
                 
                   When
                   serious
                   reading
                   health
                   did
                   spill
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   they
                   might
                   read
                   and
                   laugh
                   their
                   fill
                   :
                
                 
                   Physicians
                   it
                   prescrib'd
                   to
                   men
                
                 
                   As
                   Cure
                   approved
                   for
                   the
                   Spleen
                   :
                
                 
                   At
                   Publick
                   Meetings
                   ,
                   and
                   at
                   Feasts
                   ,
                
                 
                   It
                   was
                   the
                   Topicks
                   of
                   their
                   Jests
                   .
                
                 
                   Some
                   say
                   ,
                   since
                   known
                   ,
                   all
                   his
                   life
                
                 
                   To
                   have
                   had
                   with
                   the
                   Bishops
                   strife
                   :
                
                 
                   Since
                   for
                   the
                   Covenant
                   none
                   more
                   wood
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   make
                   three
                   Nations
                   swim
                   in
                   blood
                   :
                
                 
                 
                   Since
                   he
                   spar'd
                   none
                   whom
                   he
                   could
                   reach
                   ▪
                
                 
                   Who
                   '
                   gainst
                   the
                   Engagement
                   did
                   not
                   Preach
                   :
                
                 
                   Since
                   to
                   the
                   Cause
                   he
                   stuck
                   so
                   fast
                   ,
                
                 
                   Since
                   Bishops
                   was
                   restor'd
                   at
                   last
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   in
                   the
                   Pulpit
                   he
                   did
                   grant
                
                 
                   A
                   Bishop
                   was
                   the
                   Devils
                   plant
                   .
                
                 
                   Giving
                   to
                   all
                   his
                   hearers
                   leave
                   ,
                
                 
                   If
                   ever
                   he
                   turn'd
                   ,
                   to
                   call
                   him
                   Knave
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   since
                   ,
                   as
                   every
                   body
                   says
                   ,
                
                 
                   He
                   chang'd
                   in
                   less
                   then
                   twenty
                   days
                   :
                
                 
                   It
                   's
                   very
                   like
                   ,
                   at
                   others
                   budding
                   ,
                
                 
                   He
                   turn'd
                   his
                   Coat
                   for
                   Cake
                   and
                   Pudding
                   .
                
                 
                   Some
                   say
                   ,
                   he
                   is
                   a
                   sounding
                   Brass
                   ,
                
                 
                   Which
                   signifies
                   a
                   pratling
                   Ass
                   :
                
                 
                   He
                   brings
                   no
                   reason
                   which
                   can
                   bind
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   only
                   fights
                   against
                   the
                   wind
                   .
                
                 
                   It
                   's
                   clear
                   ,
                   that
                   it
                   doth
                   with
                   him
                   fare
                
                 
                   As
                   with
                   Sampson
                   without
                   his
                   Hair.
                
                 
                   Before
                   his
                   change
                   his
                   Wit
                   was
                   tough
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   he
                   could
                   reason
                   well
                   enough
                   :
                
                 
                 
                   But
                   now
                   he
                   kytheth
                   like
                   a
                   fool
                   ,
                
                 
                   As
                   one
                   would
                   whipp
                   a
                   Boy
                   at
                   School
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   vent
                   in
                   Print
                   so
                   little
                   reason
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   call
                   it
                   an
                   Advice
                   in
                   Season
                   .
                
                 
                   Some
                   say
                   ,
                   that
                   he
                   treads
                   Bishops
                   Path
                   ,
                
                 
                   As
                   David
                   serv'd
                   the
                   King
                   of
                   Gath.
                
                 
                   Though
                   men
                   to
                   censure
                   him
                   be
                   rash
                   ,
                
                 
                   He
                   gives
                   the
                   Bishops
                   such
                   a
                   dash
                   ,
                
                 
                   They
                   need
                   not
                   brag
                   their
                   cause
                   is
                   won
                
                 
                   By
                   the
                   Foster
                   of
                   Henderson
                   .
                
                 
                   Some
                   say
                   ,
                   he
                   Bishops
                   doth
                   betray
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   Presbytry
                   may
                   gain
                   the
                   day
                   ,
                
                 
                   Who
                   fed
                   him
                   for
                   their
                   Champion
                   hidden
                   ,
                
                 
                   Others
                   affirm
                   ,
                   they
                   are
                   out-bidden
                   ;
                
                 
                   Which
                   makes
                   him
                   take
                   a
                   contrair
                   task
                   ,
                
                 
                   As
                   Edward
                   answered
                   once
                   Southesk
                   .
                
                 
                   A
                   modest
                   man
                   wrot
                   in
                   a
                   Letter
                   ,
                
                 
                   He
                   might
                   have
                   pleaded
                   meikle
                   better
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   charitable
                   do
                   not
                   fear
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   for
                   a
                   thousand
                   Merks
                   a
                   year
                
                 
                 
                   He
                   would
                   the
                   Bishops
                   yet
                   withstand
                   ,
                
                 
                   If
                   Covenanters
                   rul'd
                   the
                   Land.
                   
                
              
               
                 
                   Knight
                   .
                
                 
                   Then
                   said
                   the
                   Knight
                   ,
                   though
                   in
                   a
                   Morter
                
                 
                   I
                   bray
                   this
                   Fool
                   ,
                   to
                   no
                   Exhorter
                
                 
                   Thou
                   wilt
                   give
                   ear
                   ;
                   he
                   'll
                   put
                   thee
                   to
                   it
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Squire
                   .
                
                 
                   To
                   whom
                   the
                   Squire
                   ,
                   what
                   though
                   he
                   do
                   it
                   ?
                
                 
                   Both
                   Reason
                   there
                   and
                   Justice
                   halts
                   ,
                
                 
                   Where
                   one's
                   blam'd
                   for
                   anothers
                   faults
                   .
                
                 
                   Was
                   never
                   Judge
                   did
                   things
                   so
                   foul
                   ,
                
                 
                   Except
                   himself
                   ,
                   once
                   at
                   
                     Saint
                     Rule
                  
                   :
                
                 
                   He
                   forg'd
                   Records
                   ,
                   and
                   them
                   Enacted
                
                 
                   To
                   bear
                   false
                   Witness
                   ,
                   when
                   Extracted
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   I
                   cannot
                   tell
                   ,
                   till
                   I
                   advise
                   ,
                
                 
                   Whether
                   he
                   did
                   it
                   twice
                   or
                   thrice
                   .
                
                 
                   Next
                   ,
                   I
                   will
                   tell
                   that
                   he
                   gave
                   leave
                
                 
                   If
                   ever
                   he
                   turn'd
                   ,
                   to
                   call
                   him
                   Knave
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   he
                   can
                   challenge
                   no
                   reflection
                
                 
                   Put
                   on
                   him
                   at
                   his
                   own
                   direction
                   :
                
                 
                   He
                   is
                   oblidg'd
                   to
                   keep
                   his
                   word
                
                 
                   As
                   well
                   as
                   one
                   who
                   wears
                   a
                   Sword.
                
                 
                   But
                   if
                   he
                   chance
                   to
                   be
                   so
                   wroth
                   ,
                
                 
                   As
                   to
                   break
                   Word
                   ,
                   as
                   well
                   as
                   Oath
                   ,
                
                 
                   I
                   'le
                   tell
                   him
                   ,
                   I
                   take
                   frantick
                   fits
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   am
                   distracted
                   of
                   my
                   wits
                   ,
                
                 
                   As
                   he
                   ,
                   and
                   others
                   said
                   of
                   late
                   ,
                
                 
                   When
                   they
                   misguided
                   Church
                   and
                   State.
                
                 
                   And
                   I
                   them
                   tax'd
                   of
                   forg'd
                   Records
                   ,
                
                 
                   As
                   I
                   can
                   prove
                   before
                   the
                   Lords
                   ;
                
                 
                   If
                   that
                   succeed
                   not
                   ,
                   it
                   effeers
                
                 
                   That
                   I
                   be
                   judged
                   by
                   my
                   Peers
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   is
                   ,
                   by
                   fifteen
                   Poetasters
                   ,
                
                 
                   Half-Fools
                   ,
                   half
                   Beggers
                   ,
                   half
                   Burlesquers
                   :
                
                 
                 
                   All
                   of
                   them
                   proved
                   ,
                   Drinkers
                   ,
                   Whoorers
                   ,
                
                 
                   By
                   Preachers
                   ,
                   Forgers
                   and
                   Perjurers
                   .
                
                 
                   Ere
                   such
                   a
                   Jury
                   can
                   be
                   gotten
                   ,
                
                 
                   It
                   s
                   certain
                   ,
                   I
                   'le
                   be
                   dead
                   and
                   rotten
                   ;
                
                 
                   Or
                   if
                   Justice
                   so
                   shall
                   halt
                   ,
                
                 
                   As
                   to
                   cause
                   hang
                   me
                   for
                   his
                   fault
                   ;
                
                 
                   Hanging
                   to
                   me
                   will
                   be
                   less
                   trouble
                   ,
                
                 
                   Then
                   worrying
                   on
                   a
                   windly
                   Bubble
                
                 
                   At
                   a
                   Dike-side
                   ,
                   or
                   under
                   a
                   Stair
                   ,
                
                 
                   If
                   Weather
                   be
                   not
                   very
                   fair
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Knight
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   then
                   the
                   Knight
                   ,
                   we
                   hear
                   ,
                   he
                   'l
                   quarrel
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   thou
                   once
                   served
                   Albemarle
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Squire
                   .
                
                 
                   To
                   which
                   the
                   Squire
                   ,
                   I
                   have
                   no
                   fears
                   ,
                
                 
                   He
                   dar
                   not
                   challeng't
                   for
                   his
                   ears
                   ,
                
                 
                 
                   For
                   I
                   can
                   make
                   appear
                   to
                   all
                
                 
                   They
                   toss'd
                   me
                   to
                   him
                   like
                   a
                   Ball.
                
                 
                   Next
                   ,
                   ask
                   that
                   Duke
                   ,
                   in
                   any
                   thing
                
                 
                   If
                   ever
                   I
                   did
                   prejudge
                   the
                   King
                
                 
                   I
                   forc'd
                   was
                   to
                   dissimulation
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   shun
                   a
                   Rope
                   ,
                   and
                   serve
                   my
                   Nation
                   :
                
                 
                   I
                   did
                   no
                   evil
                   ,
                   but
                   meikle
                   good
                   ,
                
                 
                   Saving
                   mens
                   Money
                   ,
                   and
                   their
                   Blood
                   ;
                
                 
                   Which
                   services
                   I
                   did
                   for
                   nought
                   ,
                
                 
                   Which
                   were
                   from
                   men
                   far
                   richer
                   bought
                   .
                
                 
                   That
                   Duke
                   can
                   tell
                   ,
                   he
                   did
                   suspect
                   it
                   ,
                
                 
                   Albeit
                   to
                   try
                   ,
                   he
                   did
                   neglect
                   it
                   :
                
                 
                   When
                   by
                   their
                   Crafty
                   instigation
                   ;
                
                 
                   He
                   urg'd
                   was
                   to
                   my
                   accusation
                   .
                
                 
                   They
                   all
                   tell
                   now
                   of
                   Albemarle
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   they
                   told
                   him
                   another
                   quarrel
                   ,
                
                 
                   In
                   pleading
                   I
                   could
                   touch
                   a
                   string
                   ,
                
                 
                   Whose
                   sound
                   will
                   make
                   their
                   ears
                   to
                   ring
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   Knight
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   Knight
                   said
                   ,
                   tush
                   ,
                   they
                   'l
                   no
                   more
                   sturr
                   ,
                
                 
                   Then
                   Moon
                   ,
                   when
                   bark't
                   at
                   by
                   a
                   Curr
                   .
                
                 
                   For
                   all
                   thy
                   prat
                   ,
                   on
                   no
                   condition
                
                 
                   I
                   mind
                   to
                   alter
                   the
                   Petition
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Squire
                   .
                
                 
                   Then
                   said
                   the
                   Squire
                   ,
                   if
                   ye'l
                   not
                   mend
                   it
                   ,
                
                 
                   Advise
                   at
                   least
                   ,
                   by
                   whom
                   to
                   send
                   it
                   ,
                
                 
                   Since
                   we
                   Petition
                   for
                   Religion
                   ,
                
                 
                   Your
                   Lady
                   ,
                   or
                   your
                   Dog
                   ,
                   or
                   Pigeon
                
                 
                   Were
                   fittest
                   to
                   be
                   sent
                   ,
                   if
                   other
                   ,
                
                 
                   I
                   'm
                   sore
                   afraid
                   we
                   lose
                   a
                   Brother
                   ;
                
                 
                   For
                   I
                   dar
                   swear
                   upon
                   th'Evangel
                   ,
                
                 
                   When
                   he
                   hath
                   got
                   from
                   each
                   his
                   Angel
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   help
                   his
                   charges
                   to
                   defray
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   Fellow
                   will
                   us
                   all
                   betray
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Knight
                   .
                
                 
                   When
                   things
                   succeed
                   not
                   ,
                   fools
                   do
                   slite
                   ,
                
                 
                 
                   Giving
                   betraying
                   all
                   the
                   wite
                   ,
                
                 
                   Reply'd
                   the
                   Knight
                   ,
                   they
                   said
                   of
                   late
                
                 
                   They
                   were
                   betray'd
                   ,
                   when
                   they
                   were
                   beat
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   they
                   said
                   true
                   ,
                   who
                   did
                   not
                   stand
                   ,
                
                 
                   Betrayed
                   are
                   by
                   heart
                   and
                   hand
                   ▪
                
                 
                   But
                   to
                   the
                   point
                   ,
                   as
                   for
                   my
                   Wife
                   ,
                
                 
                   I
                   'le
                   never
                   send
                   her
                   in
                   my
                   life
                   ;
                
                 
                   For
                   fear
                   some
                   Courtier
                   or
                   other
                
                 
                   Would
                   make
                   me
                   old
                   King
                   Arthurs
                   Brother
                   ▪
                
                 
                   My
                   Dog
                   is
                   an
                   unruly
                   Curr
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   at
                   the
                   Court
                   will
                   keep
                   a
                   sturr
                   ,
                
                 
                   Seeing
                   Conformists
                   up
                   and
                   down
                   ,
                
                 
                   He
                   barks
                   so
                   at
                   a
                   High-sleev'd
                   Gown
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   Bishops
                   either
                   will
                   cause
                   stone
                   him
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   else
                   yoak
                   Boutcher
                   Dogs
                   upon
                   him
                   .
                
                 
                   As
                   for
                   my
                   Pigeon
                   ,
                   it
                   cannot
                   be
                   ,
                
                 
                   She
                   hath
                   another
                   gate
                   to
                   slee
                   :
                
                 
                   A
                   Message
                   she
                   hath
                   tane
                   in
                   hand
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   search
                   for
                   that
                   most
                   happy
                   Land
                   ,
                
                 
                   Unknown
                   to
                   any
                   heretofore
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   only
                   to
                   Sir
                   
                     Thomas
                     More
                  
                   :
                
                 
                 
                   Where
                   we
                   intend
                   to
                   fix
                   Plantation
                   ,
                
                 
                   If
                   forc'd
                   to
                   change
                   our
                   Habitation
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   since
                   a
                   Poet
                   rightly
                   hits
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   greatest
                   fools
                   have
                   greatest
                   wits
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   shun
                   self-dealing
                   ,
                   it
                   is
                   fit
                
                 
                   To
                   choose
                   one
                   not
                   outgrown
                   in
                   wit
                   ;
                
                 
                   So
                   he
                   can
                   Buffonize
                   ,
                   and
                   Jest
                   ,
                
                 
                   At
                   publick
                   Meeting
                   ,
                   and
                   at
                   Feast
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   catch
                   a
                   time
                   to
                   tell
                   the
                   truth
                   ,
                
                 
                   Like
                   Davids
                   great
                   Grand-mother
                   Ruth
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   Whiggs
                   with
                   an
                   applauding
                   hollow
                
                 
                   Cry'd
                   out
                   ,
                   his-counsel
                   they
                   would
                   follow
                   :
                
                 
                   Which
                   once
                   concluded
                   ,
                   all
                   arose
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   set
                   on
                   Pans
                   to
                   make
                   their
                   Brose
                   .
                
                 
                   When
                   after
                   that
                   some
                   fools
                   were
                   named
                
                 
                   To
                   be
                   employ'd
                   ,
                   they
                   all
                   were
                   blamed
                   :
                
                 
                   And
                   none
                   thought
                   fit
                   ,
                   they
                   still
                   enquire
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   find
                   none
                   fitter
                   then
                   the
                   Squire
                   :
                
                 
                   On
                   him
                   then
                   they
                   enforc'd
                   the
                   Message
                   ,
                
                 
                   When
                   he
                   went
                   out
                   on
                   his
                   Embassage
                   ,
                
                 
                 
                   How
                   at
                   the
                   Court
                   he
                   did
                   arrive
                   ,
                
                 
                   How
                   to
                   affront
                   him
                   they
                   did
                   strive
                   :
                
                 
                   But
                   how
                   the
                   Buffons
                   all
                   he
                   outted
                   ;
                
                 
                   How
                   Hudibras
                   his
                   Squire
                   he
                   routed
                   ,
                
                 
                   When
                   they
                   two
                   yoaked
                   by
                   the
                   Ears
                
                 
                   About
                   the
                   baiting
                   of
                   the
                   Bears
                   :
                
                 
                   And
                   how
                   he
                   manag'd
                   every
                   thing
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   how
                   he
                   harrang'd
                   to
                   the
                   King
                   :
                
                 
                   And
                   how
                   he
                   cited
                   ends
                   of
                   Verses
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   sayings
                   of
                   Philosophers
                   ;
                
                 
                   At
                   which
                   some
                   laugh'd
                   ,
                   and
                   some
                   were
                   vex'd
                   ,
                
                 
                   Ye'l
                   be
                   advertis'd
                   by
                   the
                   next
                   .
                
              
            
             
               FINIS
               .
            
             
          
        
         
      
       
         
           
             
             
             
               MOCK-POEM
               ,
               OR
               ,
               
                 WHIGGS
                 SUPPLICATION
              
               .
               PART
               II.
               
            
             
             
               LONDON
               ,
               Printed
               in
               the
               Year
               ,
               1681.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             
             
             
               MOCK-POEM
               ,
               OR
               ,
               
                 WHIGGS
                 SUPPLICATION
              
               .
            
             
               PART
               II.
               
            
             
               
                 WHen
                 Bushes
                 budded
                 ,
                 and
                 Trees
                 did
                 chip
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 Lambs
                 by
                 Suns
                 approach
                 did
                 skip
                 ;
              
               
                 When
                 Mires
                 grew
                 hard
                 ,
                 like
                 tosted
                 Bread
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 men
                 might
                 through
                 the
                 Carses
                 ride
                 :
              
               
                 When
                 folks
                 drew
                 blood
                 of
                 arms
                 and
                 legs
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 Geese
                 and
                 Turkies
                 hatched
                 Eggs
                 :
              
               
                 When
                 poor
                 folks
                 Pots
                 were
                 fill'd
                 with
                 Netles
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 Fish
                 did
                 domineer
                 in
                 Ketles
                 ;
              
               
                 VVhen
                 Lent
                 did
                 sore
                 annoy
                 the
                 Glutton
                 ,
              
               
                 VVhen
                 Sun
                 left
                 Fish
                 to
                 lodge
                 with
                 Mutton
                 :
              
               
                 VVhen
                 night
                 and
                 day
                 were
                 of
                 like
                 length
                 ,
              
               
                 Of
                 March
                 the
                 eighth
                 ,
                 or
                 twelfth
                 ,
                 or
                 tenth
                 :
              
               
               
                 When
                 several
                 Criticks
                 ,
                 great
                 and
                 small
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 mending
                 Lines
                 ,
                 did
                 marr
                 them
                 all
                 .
              
               
                 When
                 Transcribers
                 preposterous
                 speed
              
               
                 Made
                 them
                 like
                 Pictures
                 spoil'd
                 with
                 Threed
              
               
                 On
                 Arras
                 Hangings
                 back-side
                 ,
                 when
              
               
                 The
                 lowr'd
                 mistakings
                 of
                 some
                 men
              
               
                 Made
                 several
                 great
                 Wits
                 of
                 the
                 Land
              
               
                 Blame
                 what
                 they
                 did
                 not
                 understand
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 some
                 to
                 hunt
                 a
                 Flea
                 contrive
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 Squire
                 near
                 London
                 did
                 arrive
                 :
              
               
                 To
                 meet
                 him
                 old
                 and
                 young
                 came
                 forth
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 Rome
                 did
                 once
                 to
                 see
                 Jugurth
                 .
              
               
                 They
                 knew
                 each
                 passage
                 of
                 his
                 Journal
                 ,
              
               
                 Both
                 by
                 report
                 ,
                 and
                 by
                 Diurnal
                 :
              
               
                 We
                 dread
                 ,
                 they
                 will
                 him
                 sore
                 abuse
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 let
                 us
                 first
                 invock
                 the
                 Muse
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Thou
                 Muse
                 ,
                 who
                 never
                 dost
                 abandon
              
               
                 Those
                 who
                 have
                 scarce
                 a
                 Legg
                 to
                 stand
                 on
              
               
                 When
                 they
                 ascend
                 Parnassus
                 Mountain
                 ,
              
               
                 Till
                 in
                 the
                 end
                 they
                 taste
                 a
                 Fountain
              
               
                 Which
                 makes
                 an
                 Owl
                 then
                 them
                 sing
                 sweeter
                 ;
              
               
                 Make
                 me
                 once
                 more
                 a
                 fool
                 in
                 Meeter
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 I
                 may
                 be
                 of
                 all
                 admired
                 ,
              
               
               
                 Confuting
                 Presbytry
                 ,
                 casheered
                 ;
              
               
                 Which
                 I
                 of
                 late
                 so
                 much
                 adored
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 now
                 ,
                 when
                 I
                 get
                 nothing
                 for
                 it
                 ,
              
               
                 Make
                 me
                 ,
                 O
                 Muse
                 !
                 to
                 change
                 my
                 Note
                 ,
              
               
                 Declare
                 against
                 it
                 ,
                 turn
                 my
                 Coat
                 :
              
               
                 Compesce
                 me
                 ,
                 Muse
                 ,
                 these
                 stout
                 Bravado's
              
               
                 Of
                 these
                 stiff-necked
                 Reformado's
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 still
                 maintain
                 ,
                 unto
                 this
                 day
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 have
                 th'
                 Office
                 ,
                 though
                 they
                 want
                 Pay
                 ;
              
               
                 In
                 others
                 Harvest
                 putting
                 their
                 Sickles
                 ,
              
               
                 Troubling
                 the
                 Land
                 with
                 Conventicles
                 ;
              
               
                 Whose
                 stubborn
                 hearts
                 cannot
                 be
                 turned
              
               
                 By
                 the
                 Dialogues
                 of
                 
                   Gilbert
                   Burnet
                
                 .
              
               
                 Prove
                 ,
                 Muse
                 ,
                 that
                 Synod-men
                 ,
                 Church-Wardens
              
               
                 Are
                 Bears
                 ,
                 and
                 Synods
                 are
                 Bear-Gardens
                 :
              
               
                 For
                 both
                 have
                 tongues
                 ,
                 and
                 teeth
                 ,
                 and
                 nails
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 ,
                 Muse
                 ,
                 what
                 wilt
                 thou
                 do
                 for
                 tails
                 ?
              
               
                 But
                 that
                 's
                 all
                 one
                 ,
                 the
                 matter
                 's
                 small
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 true
                 Bears
                 have
                 no
                 tails
                 at
                 all
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 so
                 the
                 simile
                 still
                 jumps
                 ,
              
               
                 Instead
                 of
                 tails
                 thou
                 'lt
                 find
                 there
                 rumps
                 .
              
               
                 When
                 thou
                 shews
                 how
                 the
                 Squire
                 disputed
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 Ralph
                 the
                 Sectary
                 confuted
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 he
                 of
                 wits
                 almost
                 bereft
                 him
                 ;
              
               
                 But
                 to
                 the
                 Squire
                 now
                 where
                 welesthi
                 him
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 He
                 melted
                 all
                 in
                 tears
                 for
                 pity
                 ,
              
               
                 Seeing
                 the
                 ruins
                 of
                 the
                 City
                 :
              
               
                 But
                 when
                 he
                 saw
                 in
                 other
                 places
              
               
                 Houses
                 arise
                 with
                 goodly
                 faces
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 Turrets
                 mounting
                 up
                 ,
                 and
                 soaring
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 the
                 Air
                 's
                 middle
                 Region
                 boaring
                 ;
              
               
                 So
                 Phoenix
                 ,
                 when
                 it
                 's
                 burnt
                 in
                 Spices
                 ,
              
               
                 Up
                 starts
                 another
                 from
                 its
                 ashes
                 .
              
               
                 Cry'd
                 out
                 the
                 Squire
                 ,
                 Rome
                 once
                 was
                 burn'd
              
               
                 By
                 French
                 ,
                 then
                 Worlds
                 Mistriss
                 turn'd
                 ,
              
               
                 God
                 may
                 the
                 same
                 to
                 London
                 grant
                 ,
              
               
                 If
                 it
                 renew
                 the
                 Covenant
                 .
              
               
                 While
                 this
                 he
                 spoke
                 ,
                 his
                 Horse
                 he
                 lights
                 off
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 with
                 his
                 Handkerchief
                 he
                 dights
                 off
              
               
                 Tears
                 from
                 his
                 eyes
                 ,
                 then
                 on
                 the
                 ground
              
               
                 He
                 grovelling
                 lyes
                 meditabound
                 ,
              
               
                 His
                 Horses
                 grievous
                 succussation
              
               
                 Had
                 so
                 excoriat
                 his
                 Foundation
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 till
                 the
                 Hide
                 his
                 Hips
                 did
                 come
                 on
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 earth
                 he
                 could
                 not
                 set
                 his
                 Burn
                 on
                 .
              
               
                 Then
                 after
                 sad
                 Ejaculations
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 vents
                 these
                 following
                 Meditations
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 Wallace
                 ,
                 quoth
                 he
                 ,
                 having
                 adoe
                 ,
              
               
                 Still
                 eat
                 the
                 quarter
                 of
                 a
                 Cow
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 to
                 the
                 boot
                 ,
                 ere
                 Cloaths
                 were
                 put
                 on
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 would
                 sometimes
                 dispatch
                 a
                 Mutton
                 :
              
               
                 For
                 when
                 he
                 wanted
                 morning
                 fare
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 was
                 like
                 Sampson
                 without
                 hair
                 .
              
               
                 A
                 Priest
                 ,
                 whose
                 Teeth
                 did
                 Head
                 and
                 Legs
                 swell
              
               
                 Did
                 still
                 eat
                 Powder'd
                 Beef
                 and
                 Eggs
                 twell
              
               
                 Before
                 he
                 Preach'd
                 ,
                 else
                 he
                 half
                 dumb
                 sings
                 ,
              
               
                 Like
                 to
                 a
                 Fiddle
                 wanting
                 some
                 Strings
                 .
              
               
                 Hence
                 ,
                 by
                 experience
                 I
                 gather
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 is
                 a
                 liar
                 ,
                 though
                 my
                 Father
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 thinks
                 ,
                 a
                 man
                 can
                 do
                 or
                 speak
                 well
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 doth
                 neglect
                 his
                 fast
                 to
                 break
                 well
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 am
                 ingag'd
                 in
                 a
                 Transaction
                 ,
              
               
                 Quoth
                 he
                 ,
                 requiring
                 Tongue
                 and
                 Action
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 to
                 my
                 Tackling
                 I
                 may
                 fast
                 stick
                 ,
              
               
                 Though
                 I
                 should
                 lose
                 my
                 Ears
                 like
                 Bastwick
                 :
              
               
                 Though
                 they
                 should
                 ty
                 me
                 Heel
                 and
                 Neck
                 fast
                 .
              
               
                 It
                 's
                 requisite
                 I
                 take
                 my
                 Break-fast
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 This
                 said
                 ,
                 his
                 Budget
                 he
                 unlooseth
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 all
                 the
                 wealth
                 within
                 discloseth
                 ;
              
               
                 VVhich
                 for
                 variety
                 did
                 scorn
                 ▪
              
               
               
                 The
                 wealthy
                 
                   Amelthea's
                   Horn
                
                 ;
              
               
                 Or
                 the
                 rich
                 Abbey
                 of
                 St.
                 Lawrence
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 Cabine
                 of
                 the
                 Duke
                 of
                 Florence
                 ,
              
               
                 Ju'st
                 like
                 the
                 Pocks
                 of
                 Graham
                 and
                 Guthry
                 ,
              
               
                 It
                 was
                 his
                 Vestry
                 and
                 his
                 Buttery
                 :
              
               
                 His
                 Lardner
                 and
                 his
                 Bibliotheck
                 ,
              
               
                 There
                 lyes
                 of
                 Oat-meal
                 neer
                 a
                 Peck
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 Waters
                 help
                 which
                 Girdles
                 hot
                 Bakes
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 turns
                 to
                 Bannocks
                 ,
                 and
                 to
                 Oat
                 Cakes
                 .
              
               
                 There
                 a
                 piece
                 Beef
                 ,
                 there
                 a
                 piece
                 Cheese
                 lyes
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 there
                 an
                 old
                 Night-Cap
                 of
                 Freez
                 lyes
                 ,
              
               
                 His
                 head
                 attire
                 ,
                 when
                 he
                 the
                 house
                 keeps
                 ,
              
               
                 On
                 which
                 now
                 here
                 and
                 there
                 a
                 Louse
                 creeps
                 .
              
               
                 Here
                 lyes
                 a
                 pair
                 of
                 Shoes
                 ne're
                 put
                 on
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 there
                 lyes
                 a
                 Poor
                 Man
                 of
                 Mutton
                 .
              
               
                 There
                 lyes
                 half
                 dozen
                 elnes
                 of
                 Pig-tail
                 ,
              
               
                 There
                 his
                 Panash
                 ,
                 a
                 Capons
                 big-tail
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 white
                 in
                 middle
                 ,
                 shining
                 Star-like
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 there
                 be
                 Onion-heads
                 and
                 Garlick
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 food
                 of
                 Turkish
                 Janizaries
                 ,
              
               
                 There
                 Turpentine
                 and
                 Larie
                 Berries
                 :
              
               
                 His
                 Medicine
                 for
                 passage
                 sweer
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 for
                 the
                 Van
                 ,
                 these
                 for
                 the
                 Reer
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 there
                 a
                 piece
                 of
                 Poudered
                 Fish
                 lyes
                 ;
              
               
               
                 And
                 there
                 some
                 Butter
                 in
                 a
                 Dish
                 lyes
                 ;
              
               
                 There
                 Turnips
                 thirty
                 inch
                 about
                 lyes
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 there
                 some
                 Pepper
                 in
                 a
                 Clout
                 lyes
                 ,
              
               
                 There
                 Fingram
                 Stockins
                 spun
                 on
                 Rocks
                 lyes
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 there
                 his
                 Sneezing
                 Milne
                 and
                 Box
                 lyes
                 :
              
               
                 There
                 lyes
                 his
                 Elson
                 and
                 his
                 Lingle
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 double-sold
                 Shoes
                 makes
                 of
                 single
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 help
                 of
                 old
                 pieces
                 of
                 Leather
                 ;
              
               
                 There
                 lyes
                 some
                 Wool
                 that
                 he
                 did
                 gather
                 ,
              
               
                 Left
                 by
                 the
                 Sheep
                 ,
                 as
                 certain
                 pledges
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 were
                 entangled
                 in
                 the
                 Hedges
                 :
              
               
                 There
                 Clouts
                 and
                 Papers
                 little
                 Mugs
                 stops
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 in
                 Apothecaries
                 Drug-shops
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 Vinegar
                 and
                 Oyl
                 for
                 Sallads
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 there
                 lys
                 Boks
                 ,
                 and
                 here
                 lyes
                 Ballads
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 
                   Davie
                   Lindsay
                
                 ,
                 and
                 Gray-Steel
                 ,
              
               
                 
                   Squire
                   Meldrum
                   ,
                   Bewis
                
                 ,
                 and
                 
                   Adam
                   Bell
                
                 ,
              
               
                 There
                 Bruce
                 and
                 Wallace
                 ,
                 fierce-like
                 Mars
                 Knight
                 :
              
               
                 There
                 lyes
                 Dialogues
                 which
                 his
                 Arse
                 dights
              
               
                 There
                 Last-goodnight
                 ,
                 and
                 
                   Chevie
                   Chace
                
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 Gendarms
                 in
                 the
                 Frontispiece
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 makes
                 more
                 weep
                 ,
                 when
                 they
                 read
                 on
                 it
                 ,
              
               
                 Thou
                 Curats
                 Sermons
                 ,
                 fie
                 upon
                 it
                 !
              
               
               
                 And
                 there
                 lyes
                 Bands
                 ,
                 Shirts
                 ,
                 and
                 Cravats
                 ,
              
               
                 There
                 two
                 three
                 Skins
                 of
                 Lambs
                 and
                 Rabbets
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 to
                 commence
                 a
                 London
                 Trade
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 this
                 was
                 all
                 the
                 Wealth
                 he
                 had
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 pardon
                 me
                 ,
                 I
                 had
                 forgot
                 ,
              
               
                 There
                 was
                 some
                 other
                 thing
                 I
                 wot
                 ;
              
               
                 I
                 think
                 it
                 Powder
                 was
                 ,
                 and
                 Leed
              
               
                 To
                 shoot
                 the
                 Bishop
                 through
                 the
                 head
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 He
                 takes
                 a
                 Bible
                 with
                 Covering
                 worn
                 off
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 ending
                 and
                 beginning
                 torn
                 off
                 :
              
               
                 He
                 reads
                 ,
                 and
                 then
                 he
                 says
                 the
                 Grace
                 ,
              
               
                 Then
                 to
                 his
                 Victuals
                 falls
                 apace
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 When
                 first
                 bitt
                 scarce
                 down
                 throat
                 was
                 sliding
                 ,
              
               
                 Within
                 a
                 days
                 march
                 of
                 the
                 midding
                 ,
              
               
                 Then
                 he
                 a
                 multitude
                 espies
                 .
              
               
                 Approaching
                 him
                 with
                 shouts
                 and
                 cries
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 leaves
                 his
                 victuals
                 ,
                 falls
                 a-gazing
                 ,
              
               
                 Just
                 like
                 a
                 Tupp
                 when
                 he
                 's
                 a'grazing
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 folks
                 comes
                 by
                 ,
                 he
                 slights
                 his
                 food
                 ,
              
               
                 Stares
                 in
                 their
                 face
                 and
                 chews
                 his
                 Cude
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 thought
                 these
                 fools
                 came
                 out
                 to
                 meet
                 him
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 first
                 they
                 might
                 salute
                 and
                 greet
                 him
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 afterwards
                 they
                 might
                 him
                 bring
              
               
               
                 With
                 greater
                 pomp
                 unto
                 the
                 King.
              
               
                 Such
                 honour
                 at
                 their
                 entry-hours
              
               
                 Are
                 due
                 unto
                 Embassadours
                 .
              
               
                 Both
                 dust
                 and
                 sweat
                 from
                 face
                 he
                 rubs
                 off
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 Looking-glass
                 he
                 makes
                 the
                 Dubs
                 of
                 :
              
               
                 He
                 trims
                 his
                 Beard
                 ,
                 and
                 then
                 his
                 Head
                 too
                 ,
              
               
                 Rights
                 Basket-hilt
                 on
                 Shoulder-blade
                 too
                 :
              
               
                 His
                 hands
                 he
                 washes
                 ,
                 pairs
                 his
                 nails
                 ,
              
               
                 Takes
                 his
                 Panash
                 of
                 Capons
                 tails
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 he
                 pines
                 on
                 before
                 his
                 Hat
                 ;
              
               
                 He
                 put
                 about
                 a
                 clean
                 Cravat
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 then
                 upon
                 his
                 hands
                 he
                 streeches
              
               
                 Two
                 yellow
                 Gloves
                 ,
                 with
                 green
                 Silk
                 steeches
                 ;
              
               
                 Leaps
                 to
                 his
                 Horse
                 ,
                 and
                 on
                 he
                 went
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 take
                 and
                 give
                 the
                 Complement
                 :
              
               
                 While
                 hips
                 excoreat
                 ,
                 made
                 him-swadle
              
               
                 Through
                 all
                 the
                 corners
                 of
                 the
                 Sadle
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 When
                 he
                 the
                 multitude
                 approaches
                 ,
              
               
                 His
                 eyes
                 he
                 fixt
                 first
                 on
                 the
                 Coaches
                 ,
              
               
                 Ranged
                 like
                 Wild-geese
                 in
                 a
                 line
                 ;
              
               
                 Then
                 cry'd
                 he
                 out
                 ,
                 no
                 friend
                 of
                 mine
              
               
                 If
                 I
                 can
                 hinder
                 those
                 ,
                 shall
                 enter
                 .
              
               
                 'T
                 is
                 wonder
                 people
                 so
                 should
                 venture
                 ,
              
               
               
                 To
                 break
                 their
                 arms
                 ,
                 and
                 legs
                 ,
                 and
                 heads
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 to
                 disjoynt
                 their
                 shoulder
                 blades
                 :
              
               
                 Ladies
                 to
                 have
                 their
                 naked
                 Breeches
              
               
                 Both
                 view'd
                 and
                 Lanced
                 by
                 the
                 Leeches
                 ;
              
               
                 Which
                 made
                 some
                 Husbands
                 forth
                 a
                 Tuck
                 hold
                 ,
              
               
                 Swearing
                 the
                 Rogue
                 would
                 make
                 them
                 Cuck
                 old
              
               
                 Those
                 made
                 a
                 Lady
                 of
                 our
                 Land
              
               
                 Upon
                 her
                 neck
                 and
                 shoulders
                 stand
              
               
                 With
                 a
                 third
                 of
                 half
                 dozen
                 Thighs
                 ,
              
               
                 Naked
                 erected
                 to
                 the
                 Skies
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 ere
                 that
                 posture
                 she
                 was
                 got
                 off
                 ,
              
               
                 Many
                 did
                 see
                 the
                 thing
                 ye
                 wot
                 of
                 ;
              
               
                 Which
                 when
                 they
                 told
                 her
                 ,
                 readily
              
               
                 She
                 answered
                 ,
                 she
                 wondred
                 why
              
               
                 They
                 did
                 not
                 kiss't
                 ,
                 and
                 take
                 their
                 leave
                 on
                 't
                 ,
              
               
                 It
                 was
                 the
                 last
                 sight
                 they
                 should
                 have
                 on
                 't
                 :
              
               
                 She
                 vow'd
                 thereafter
                 ,
                 well
                 I
                 wot
                 ,
              
               
                 VVith
                 her
                 Grand-dame
                 to
                 walk
                 a-foot
              
               
                 VVhen
                 Coach-men
                 drinks
                 ,
                 &
                 Horses
                 stumble
                 ,
              
               
                 It
                 's
                 hard
                 to
                 miss
                 a
                 Barla-fumble
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Then
                 did
                 he
                 seriously
                 begin
              
               
                 VVell
                 to
                 consider
                 those
                 within
                 ;
              
               
                 He
                 soon
                 perceived
                 by
                 their
                 postures
              
               
               
                 They
                 were
                 no
                 Nuns
                 brought
                 up
                 in
                 Cloysters
                 ▪
              
               
                 To
                 show
                 their
                 Legs
                 ,
                 some
                 truss
                 their
                 Laps
                 ,
              
               
                 Some
                 throw
                 off
                 Scarffs
                 to
                 show
                 their
                 Paps
                 ,
              
               
                 Some
                 Masked
                 were
                 ,
                 the
                 Sun
                 to
                 keep
                 out
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 lifting
                 ,
                 now
                 and
                 then
                 ,
                 they
                 peep
                 out
                 .
              
               
                 Widows
                 from
                 Vails
                 set
                 out
                 their
                 Noses
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 Snails
                 do
                 from
                 their
                 Shelly
                 Houses
                 ;
              
               
                 As
                 they
                 would
                 say
                 unto
                 the
                 Gallants
                 ,
              
               
                 Come
                 ,
                 Gentlemen
                 ,
                 behold
                 our
                 Talents
                 :
              
               
                 Come
                 nearer
                 ,
                 that
                 we
                 may
                 espy
                 you
                 ,
              
               
                 If
                 ye
                 be
                 ought
                 worth
                 ,
                 we
                 will
                 buy
                 you
                 :
              
               
                 Where
                 ,
                 ten
                 to
                 one
                 ,
                 some
                 get
                 a
                 fortune
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 one
                 did
                 with
                 my
                 Lady
                 Nortoun
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Among
                 the
                 rest
                 he
                 did
                 espy
                 ones
                 ,
              
               
                 Whom
                 he
                 conceived
                 to
                 be
                 Hee-ones
                 :
              
               
                 Those
                 he
                 believed
                 were
                 his
                 Mates
                 ,
              
               
                 Embassadours
                 of
                 Kings
                 and
                 States
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 do
                 him
                 honour
                 at
                 his
                 entry
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 the
                 Nobility
                 and
                 Gentry
                 :
              
               
                 He
                 cry'd
                 to
                 them
                 to
                 keep
                 the
                 peace
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 not
                 to
                 wrangle
                 for
                 the
                 place
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 all
                 of
                 them
                 remembred
                 well
              
               
                 Of
                 that
                 Bowtad
                 of
                 Bateveile
                 ,
              
               
               
                 VVhich
                 cost
                 the
                 lives
                 of
                 brave
                 Commanders
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 well
                 nigh
                 lost
                 his
                 Master
                 Flanders
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 bids
                 them
                 all
                 take
                 place
                 by
                 Lots
                 ,
              
               
                 No
                 King
                 had
                 place
                 ,
                 but
                 he
                 ,
                 of
                 Scots
                 ,
              
               
                 VVhose
                 Royal
                 Ancestors
                 ,
                 it
                 's
                 clear
              
               
                 Has
                 kept
                 one
                 Race
                 two
                 thousand
                 year
                 ;
              
               
                 VVhose
                 Successors
                 as
                 yet
                 escaped
              
               
                 The
                 tricks
                 of
                 Pipin
                 ,
                 and
                 
                   Hugh
                   Capet
                
                 .
              
               
                 Others
                 are
                 not
                 of
                 that
                 condition
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 'r
                 Kings
                 but
                 of
                 a
                 late
                 Edition
                 :
              
               
                 Though
                 some
                 be
                 small
                 ,
                 and
                 others
                 greater
                 ,
              
               
                 Yet
                 who
                 go
                 first
                 ,
                 or
                 last
                 ,
                 no
                 matter
                 ;
              
               
                 For
                 all
                 their
                 Gold
                 ,
                 Spices
                 ,
                 and
                 VVines
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 come
                 from
                 interrupted
                 Lines
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Being
                 inform'd
                 of
                 his
                 mistake
                 ,
              
               
                 It
                 was
                 to
                 Ladies
                 that
                 he
                 spake
                 .
              
               
                 VVhat
                 Devil
                 they
                 are
                 ?
                 reply'd
                 the
                 Squire
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 'r
                 men
                 in
                 Garb
                 ,
                 and
                 in
                 Attire
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 've
                 Vests
                 ,
                 they
                 've
                 Swords
                 ,
                 they
                 've
                 Piriwigs
              
               
                 They
                 tread
                 the
                 measure
                 of
                 the
                 Giggs
                 ,
              
               
                 Just
                 like
                 the
                 men
                 ,
                 their
                 Buttocks
                 vaper
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 cast
                 their
                 Gammonds
                 up
                 ,
                 and
                 Caper
                 ;
              
               
                 They
                 Cajole
                 Ladies
                 at
                 the
                 Balls
                 too
                 ,
              
               
               
                 And
                 standing
                 piss
                 against
                 the
                 VValls
                 too
                 :
              
               
                 They
                 're
                 Spurr'd
                 &
                 Booted
                 when
                 they
                 ride
                 too
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 gallop
                 ,
                 when
                 they
                 Hunt
                 ,
                 astride
                 too
                 ,
              
               
                 VVith
                 Swords
                 and
                 Pistols
                 they
                 fight
                 hard
                 too
                 ,
              
               
                 Some
                 have
                 appearance
                 of
                 a
                 Beard
                 too
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 ,
                 which
                 of
                 all
                 's
                 the
                 greatest
                 wonder
                 ,
              
               
                 They'ly
                 above
                 ,
                 their
                 Gallants
                 under
                 .
              
               
                 Me
                 's
                 Dames
                 ,
                 quoth
                 he
                 ,
                 that
                 we
                 may
                 ken
              
               
                 VVhether
                 ye
                 women
                 be
                 ,
                 or
                 men
                 ,
              
               
                 It
                 's
                 fit
                 ye
                 open
                 keep
                 before
              
               
                 About
                 a
                 Trencher
                 breadth
                 ,
                 or
                 more
                 .
              
               
                 Ye
                 're
                 Monsters
                 ,
                 if
                 that
                 do
                 not
                 measure
              
               
                 The
                 Circuits
                 of
                 your
                 Holes
                 of
                 pleasure
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 VVhile
                 he
                 was
                 giving
                 this
                 advice
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 all
                 surround
                 him
                 in
                 a
                 trice
                 ,
              
               
                 All
                 wondring
                 at
                 his
                 Equipage
                 :
              
               
                 Some
                 ask'd
                 his
                 Horses
                 price
                 ,
                 and
                 age
                 :
              
               
                 If
                 there
                 came
                 sympathetick
                 speed
              
               
                 From
                 Riders
                 heel
                 ,
                 or
                 heel
                 of
                 Steed
                 ;
              
               
                 If
                 there
                 came
                 an
                 inchanting
                 force
              
               
                 To
                 Masters
                 Purse
                 ,
                 from
                 Skin
                 of
                 Horse
                 ;
              
               
                 Some
                 ,
                 why
                 no
                 Spurrs
                 ,
                 his
                 sides
                 to
                 claw
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 for
                 Boots
                 ,
                 several
                 Ropes
                 of
                 Straw
                 :
              
               
               
                 Why
                 Sodds
                 for
                 Sadle
                 ,
                 and
                 Branks
                 for
                 Bridle
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 Plaids
                 for
                 Scarff
                 about
                 his
                 middle
                 .
              
               
                 Some
                 asked
                 his
                 Panashes
                 price
                 ,
              
               
                 If
                 't
                 was
                 a
                 Bird
                 of
                 Paradice
                 .
              
               
                 Some
                 ask'd
                 if
                 Basket-Hilt
                 and
                 Dudgeon
              
               
                 Had
                 ever
                 set
                 a
                 work
                 Chirurgeon
                 ,
              
               
                 Some
                 Jeer'd
                 the
                 long
                 Crown
                 of
                 his
                 Hat
                 ,
              
               
                 Some
                 at
                 his
                 Gloves
                 ,
                 some
                 his
                 Cravat
                 ,
              
               
                 Asking
                 more
                 Questions
                 at
                 once
              
               
                 Then
                 would
                 have
                 puzled
                 John
                 of
                 Dunce
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 Bonaventure
                 ,
                 or
                 Soncinas
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 
                   Biel
                   Ockam
                
                 ,
                 or
                 Aquinas
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 When
                 
                   Sinan
                   Bassa
                
                 Charg'd
                 a
                 Hill
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 try
                 his
                 Military
                 skill
                 ;
              
               
                 Though
                 many
                 a
                 grievous
                 wound
                 it
                 got
              
               
                 By
                 Cannon
                 ,
                 and
                 by
                 Musquet
                 shot
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Hill
                 did
                 neither
                 bow
                 nor
                 bend
                 ,
              
               
                 Although
                 he
                 charg'd
                 it
                 thrice
                 on
                 end
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 still
                 abode
                 him
                 face
                 to
                 face
                 ,
              
               
                 Chusing
                 to
                 die
                 upon
                 the
                 place
                 ,
              
               
                 Rather
                 then
                 turn
                 its
                 back
                 and
                 yield
                 ;
              
               
                 Just
                 so
                 the
                 Squire
                 did
                 keep
                 the
                 Field
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 bravely
                 did
                 receive
                 their
                 Tongue-shot
                 ,
              
               
               
                 Just
                 as
                 the
                 Hill
                 did
                 
                 Sinan's
                 Gun-shot
                 :
              
               
                 He
                 stood
                 as
                 senseless
                 as
                 a
                 Stock
                 is
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 among
                 raging
                 Waves
                 ,
                 a
                 Rock
                 is
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 furiously
                 they
                 knock
                 its
                 Crown
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 make
                 it
                 break
                 ,
                 or
                 make
                 it
                 drown
                 .
              
               
                 At
                 last
                 ,
                 he
                 said
                 ,
                 with
                 sober
                 grace
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 ye
                 grow
                 hoarse
                 ye'll
                 hold
                 your
                 peace
                 .
              
               
                 Then
                 fair
                 and
                 softly
                 on
                 he
                 tripped
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 ,
                 like
                 a
                 Spaniard
                 when
                 he
                 's
                 whipped
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 thought
                 it
                 was
                 a
                 great
                 disgrace
              
               
                 For
                 to
                 accelerat
                 his
                 pace
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 When
                 they
                 him
                 saw
                 so
                 little
                 troubled
                 ,
              
               
                 Then
                 they
                 their
                 Questions
                 redoubled
                 ;
              
               
                 Some
                 ask'd
                 his
                 errand
                 ,
                 and
                 his
                 name
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 from
                 what
                 Potentat
                 he
                 came
                 ,
              
               
                 From
                 Turk
                 ,
                 or
                 Sophee
                 ,
                 or
                 Mogull
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 wear
                 much
                 Linnen
                 on
                 their
                 Skull
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 from
                 either
                 
                   Tartarian
                   Cham
                
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 of
                 their
                 Horse
                 Hips
                 make
                 a
                 Ham
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 from
                 Pegu
                 ,
                 or
                 from
                 Chine
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 from
                 the
                 Emperour
                 Abyffine
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 from
                 the
                 Muscovite
                 ,
                 or
                 Poll
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 Dane
                 ,
                 whose
                 chiefest
                 wealth
                 is
                 Toll
                 ,
              
               
               
                 Or
                 from
                 the
                 Emperor
                 ,
                 or
                 the
                 Swede
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 
                   Hogen
                   Mogen
                
                 Brother-hood
                 ;
              
               
                 From
                 the
                 Savoyard
                 ,
                 or
                 the
                 Swisse
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 Apples
                 seeths
                 with
                 roosted
                 Geese
                 :
              
               
                 From
                 Florentine
                 ,
                 or
                 Protugnese
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 from
                 Morocco
                 ,
                 or
                 from
                 Fess
                 ;
              
               
                 Or
                 if
                 he
                 came
                 from
                 Spain
                 or
                 France
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 from
                 some
                 Indian
                 Weerowance
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 barter
                 Gold
                 and
                 Beaver
                 Skins
              
               
                 For
                 Glasses
                 ,
                 Beads
                 ,
                 and
                 Knives
                 and
                 Pins
                 ;
              
               
                 Or
                 from
                 the
                 Presbyterian
                 Scots
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 never
                 yet
                 had
                 turn'd
                 their
                 Coats
                 .
              
               
                 Did
                 he
                 a
                 Supplication
                 bring
              
               
                 To
                 put
                 ill
                 counsel
                 from
                 the
                 King
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 that
                 his
                 Majesty
                 would
                 grant
              
               
                 Renewing
                 of
                 the
                 Covenant
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 had
                 Commission
                 for
                 to
                 tell
                 him
                 ,
              
               
                 If
                 he
                 refus'd
                 ,
                 they
                 would
                 compel
                 him
                 .
              
               
                 When
                 thus
                 they
                 pressed
                 him
                 so
                 fast
                 ,
              
               
                 Patience
                 turn'd
                 fury
                 at
                 the
                 last
                 :
              
               
                 These
                 last
                 words
                 did
                 him
                 so
                 inrage
                 ;
              
               
                 He
                 fac'd
                 about
                 and
                 gave
                 a
                 Charge
                 ;
              
               
                 Then
                 with
                 his
                 Tongue
                 out
                 ,
                 thus
                 he
                 stutters
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 face
                 awry
                 ,
                 like
                 old
                 Cheese
                 Cutters
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 You
                 cursed
                 Antichristian
                 Rable
                 ,
              
               
                 Ye
                 Mungrels
                 of
                 the
                 Whore
                 of
                 Babel
                 ,
              
               
                 Ye
                 Sectaries
                 ,
                 and
                 Covenant-breakers
                 ,
              
               
                 Half
                 Cukold
                 ,
                 and
                 half
                 Cuckold-makers
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 all
                 your
                 flouting
                 ,
                 and
                 your
                 tanting
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 we
                 went
                 first
                 a-Covenanting
                 ,
              
               
                 Ye
                 did
                 us
                 court
                 ,
                 ye
                 did
                 us
                 bribe
                 ,
              
               
                 Invited
                 us
                 ,
                 like
                 Juda's
                 Tribe
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 purge
                 your
                 ten
                 Tribes
                 of
                 Israel
              
               
                 From
                 Jeroboams
                 Calf
                 ,
                 and
                 Baal
                 :
              
               
                 Your
                 money
                 mov'd
                 our
                 Concience
              
               
                 To
                 arm
                 our selves
                 in
                 your
                 defence
                 .
              
               
                 When
                 your
                 intentions
                 you
                 had
                 got
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 by
                 our
                 means
                 ,
                 had
                 under
                 foot
              
               
                 Trode
                 all
                 your
                 foes
                 ,
                 and
                 them
                 defeated
                 ,
              
               
                 Atlast
                 ,
                 we
                 found
                 we
                 were
                 but
                 cheated
                 .
              
               
                 Your
                 quarrel
                 was
                 ,
                 pretended
                 bondage
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 reason
                 of
                 Tunage
                 and
                 of
                 Poundage
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 get
                 Militia
                 by
                 Law
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 keep
                 his
                 Majesty
                 in
                 aw
                 :
              
               
                 To
                 free
                 your selves
                 when
                 money
                 waxes
              
               
                 From
                 Inquisitions
                 and
                 Taxes
                 :
              
               
                 Your
                 only
                 end
                 was
                 self
                 enriching
                 ,
              
               
                 Your
                 solē
                 Religion
                 was
                 your
                 Kitching
                 .
              
               
               
                 You
                 valued
                 Puddings
                 sodd
                 in
                 Pocks
              
               
                 More
                 then
                 Religion
                 Orthodox
                 :
              
               
                 Whereas
                 we
                 witness
                 God
                 and
                 Angels
                 ,
              
               
                 Prophets
                 ,
                 Apostles
                 ,
                 and
                 Evangels
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 trash
                 ,
                 or
                 any
                 earthly
                 thing
                 ,
              
               
                 We
                 never
                 did
                 oppose
                 the
                 King
                 :
              
               
                 Yea
                 ,
                 all
                 of
                 us
                 ,
                 both
                 great
                 and
                 small
              
               
                 Will
                 quit
                 him
                 Lives
                 ,
                 and
                 Lands
                 ,
                 and
                 all
              
               
                 So
                 he
                 give
                 way
                 to
                 purge
                 the
                 Temple
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 pleaseth
                 Mr.
                 
                   Gabriel
                   Semple
                
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 spoke
                 so
                 thick
                 ,
                 he
                 paus'd
                 a
                 little
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 having
                 cleans'd
                 his
                 Beard
                 from
                 spittle
                 ,
              
               
                 Like
                 Tindale
                 at
                 the
                 Stake
                 ,
                 he
                 cryes
              
               
                 Lord
                 ,
                 open
                 the
                 King
                 of
                 Englands
                 eyes
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 then
                 his
                 Majesty
                 will
                 grant
              
               
                 Renewing
                 of
                 the
                 Covenant
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Thus
                 did
                 he
                 perorat
                 his
                 fliting
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 at
                 Tarantums
                 Spiders
                 biting
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 were
                 affected
                 thereanent
                 ,
              
               
                 According
                 to
                 their
                 Temperament
                 .
              
               
                 Sanguinians
                 did
                 only
                 laff
                 ,
              
               
                 Cholerick
                 Melancholians
                 chaff
                 .
              
               
                 Some
                 bade
                 hang
                 him
                 ,
                 some
                 bade
                 stone
                 him
                 ,
              
               
               
                 And
                 some
                 did
                 Mastives
                 hunt
                 upon
                 him
                 .
              
               
                 Some
                 Daple
                 under
                 Tail
                 did
                 prick
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 made
                 him
                 bounce
                 ,
                 and
                 leap
                 ,
                 and
                 kick
                 :
              
               
                 Some
                 aim'd
                 to
                 tare
                 his
                 Straw
                 Gramashes
                 ,
              
               
                 Some
                 cries
                 ,
                 have
                 at
                 Beard
                 and
                 Mustaches
                 :
              
               
                 Some
                 grasped
                 him
                 about
                 the
                 middle
                 ,
              
               
                 Till
                 Bumm
                 did
                 sound
                 like
                 Gambo
                 Fiddle
                 :
              
               
                 Some
                 would
                 have
                 Breeches
                 down
                 to
                 whip
                 him
                 ,
              
               
                 Some
                 with
                 their
                 Nails
                 would
                 tare
                 &
                 nip
                 him
                 ;
              
               
                 Some
                 with
                 Briars
                 &
                 Thorns
                 would
                 scratch
                 him
                 :
              
               
                 One
                 fearing
                 that
                 they
                 would
                 dispatch
                 him
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 was
                 a
                 man
                 more
                 moderat
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 made
                 a
                 Court'sie
                 with
                 his
                 Hat
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 begged
                 leave
                 to
                 plead
                 his
                 Cause
              
               
                 According
                 to
                 the
                 Nations
                 Laws
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Contending
                 with
                 a
                 foolish
                 tongue
                 ,
              
               
                 Quoth
                 he
                 ,
                 is
                 but
                 a
                 War
                 with
                 dung
                 :
              
               
                 Though
                 in
                 the
                 strife
                 ye
                 prove
                 victorious
                 ,
              
               
                 Dirt
                 makes
                 your
                 finger-ends
                 inglorious
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 lately
                 happen'd
                 unto
                 one
              
               
                 Who
                 needs
                 would
                 quarrel
                 Sanderson
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 prove
                 he
                 was
                 a
                 lying
                 knave
                 ,
              
               
                 Of
                 which
                 ,
                 what
                 credit
                 could
                 he
                 have
                 ;
              
               
               
                 When
                 he
                 had
                 done
                 ,
                 he
                 prov'd
                 no
                 more
                 ,
              
               
                 Then
                 all
                 the
                 world
                 knew
                 before
                 .
              
               
                 To
                 take
                 such
                 pains
                 ,
                 imports
                 as
                 much
              
               
                 As
                 any
                 doubted
                 he
                 were
                 such
                 .
              
               
                 Refuting
                 such
                 as
                 he
                 ,
                 with
                 words
                 ,
              
               
                 Is
                 like
                 Canarie
                 washing
                 Turds
                 :
              
               
                 The
                 Wine
                 in
                 taste
                 and
                 hue
                 grows
                 meaner
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 Turds
                 grow
                 ne're
                 a
                 whit
                 the
                 cleaner
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 This
                 simile
                 ,
                 though
                 somewhat
                 rude
                 ,
              
               
                 Yet
                 so
                 appeas'd
                 the
                 multitude
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 by
                 degrees
                 their
                 clamour
                 fell
                 ▪
              
               
                 Like
                 sound
                 of
                 Lute-string
                 ,
                 or
                 of
                 Bell
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 Thumb
                 or
                 Hammer
                 of
                 a
                 Clock
              
               
                 Gives
                 the
                 Epilogizing
                 stroak
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 in
                 the
                 end
                 these
                 furious
                 Cryers
              
               
                 Stood
                 silent
                 like
                 observant
                 Friars
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 like
                 to
                 Dumbies
                 making
                 Signs
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 like
                 to
                 Fidles
                 wanting
                 Strings
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 like
                 to
                 Salmons
                 ,
                 or
                 to
                 Codds
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 Turks
                 ,
                 when
                 they
                 took
                 in
                 the
                 Rhodes
                 .
              
               
                 Then
                 piece
                 and
                 piece
                 they
                 dropt
                 away
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 ripe
                 Plumbs
                 in
                 a
                 rainy
                 day
                 ;
              
               
                 Till
                 in
                 the
                 end
                 ,
                 they
                 all
                 were
                 gone
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 left
                 him
                 standing
                 all
                 alone
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 Likeas
                 ,
                 we
                 do
                 observe
                 and
                 see
              
               
                 In
                 those
                 who
                 are
                 condemn'd
                 to
                 die
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 they
                 are
                 sore
                 annoy'd
                 and
                 troubled
                 ,
              
               
                 At
                 first
                 ,
                 when
                 they
                 cast
                 off
                 their
                 Doublet
                 ,
              
               
                 Truss
                 up
                 their
                 hair
                 ,
                 their
                 eyes
                 blind-fold
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 they
                 may
                 not
                 grim
                 Death
                 behold
                 :
              
               
                 Thinking
                 their
                 neck
                 the
                 stroak
                 is
                 hard
                 on
                 ,
              
               
                 If
                 any
                 tell
                 them
                 of
                 a
                 Pardon
                 ,
              
               
                 Although
                 their
                 heart
                 be
                 lighted
                 somewhat
                 ,
              
               
                 Yet
                 fear
                 and
                 hope
                 fight
                 still
                 a
                 Combat
                 ,
              
               
                 Till
                 that
                 they
                 hear
                 the
                 Air
                 to
                 ring
              
               
                 With
                 Clamours
                 of
                 ,
                 
                   God
                   save
                   the
                   King
                
                 :
              
               
                 Then
                 hope
                 triumphs
                 ,
                 and
                 fear
                 doth
                 vanish
                 ,
              
               
                 Like
                 grief
                 ,
                 when
                 it
                 's
                 expell'd
                 by
                 Spanish
                 ,
              
               
                 Just
                 so
                 the
                 Squire
                 ,
                 when
                 all
                 at
                 once
              
               
                 They
                 him
                 opprest
                 with
                 Fists
                 and
                 Stones
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 gelide
                 fear
                 his
                 heart
                 possessed
                 ,
              
               
                 His
                 final
                 hour
                 approach't
                 he
                 guessed
                 :
              
               
                 Trembling
                 he
                 stood
                 ,
                 in
                 a
                 Quandarie
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 purg'd
                 ,
                 as
                 he
                 had
                 eaten
                 Larie
                 :
              
               
                 As
                 was
                 confirmed
                 by
                 the
                 speeches
              
               
                 Of
                 those
                 who
                 after
                 washt
                 his
                 Breeches
              
               
                 When
                 he
                 perceived
                 the
                 retreat
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 flight
                 ,
                 quoth
                 he
                 ,
                 is
                 but
                 a
                 cheat
                 .
              
               
               
                 Like
                 that
                 of
                 Greeks
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 destroy
              
               
                 An
                 ancient
                 City
                 ,
                 called
                 Troy
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 help
                 of
                 that
                 Tree
                 Horse
                 of
                 Pallas
                 ;
              
               
                 It
                 is
                 some
                 stratagem
                 of
                 Wallace
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 in
                 a
                 Pig-mans
                 Weed
                 ,
                 at
                 Bigger
                 ,
              
               
                 Espied
                 all
                 the
                 English
                 Leagure
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 when
                 he
                 found
                 by
                 certain
                 trial
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 retreat
                 was
                 not
                 forg'd
                 ,
                 but
                 real
                 ,
              
               
                 Then
                 did
                 he
                 resolution
                 show
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 like
                 a
                 Cock
                 began
                 to
                 crow
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 One
                 man
                 ,
                 quoth
                 he
                 ,
                 oft-times
                 hath
                 stood
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 put
                 to
                 flight
                 a
                 multitude
                 ,
              
               
                 Like
                 
                   Sampson
                   ,
                   Wallace
                
                 ,
                 and
                 Sir
                 Bewis
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 Finmacoul
                 beside
                 the
                 Lews
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 in
                 a
                 Bucking
                 time
                 of
                 year
              
               
                 Did
                 rout
                 and
                 chase
                 a
                 Herd
                 of
                 Deer
                 ,
              
               
                 Till
                 he
                 behind
                 ,
                 and
                 they
                 before
                 ,
              
               
                 Did
                 run
                 a
                 hundred
                 Miles
                 and
                 more
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 questionless
                 prejudg'd
                 his
                 Toes
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 Red-shanks
                 then
                 did
                 wear
                 no
                 Shoes
                 ;
              
               
                 For
                 to
                 this
                 day
                 they
                 wear
                 but
                 Calf
                 ones
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 ,
                 if
                 of
                 older
                 Leather
                 ,
                 half
                 ones
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 chased
                 them
                 so
                 furiouslie
                 ,
              
               
               
                 That
                 they
                 were
                 forc'd
                 to
                 take
                 the
                 Sea
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 swam
                 from
                 Cowel
                 into
                 Arran
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 which
                 Soil
                 ,
                 though
                 it
                 be
                 but
                 barren
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 learned
                 Antiquaries
                 say
                 ,
              
               
                 Their
                 Off-spring
                 lives
                 unto
                 this
                 day
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 pardon
                 me
                 for
                 such
                 digressions
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 ,
                 were
                 it
                 not
                 for
                 such
                 expressions
              
               
                 Which
                 from
                 the
                 Muses
                 we
                 extort
                 ,
              
               
                 Our
                 Poems
                 would
                 be
                 very
                 short
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Then
                 did
                 the
                 Squire
                 obtest
                 ,
                 and
                 pray
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 them
                 conjur'd
                 that
                 they
                 would
                 stay
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 he
                 had
                 quarrel
                 against
                 none
              
               
                 But
                 Ralph
                 the
                 Squire
                 ,
                 and
                 Sanderson
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 two
                 ,
                 as
                 every
                 body
                 knows
                 ,
              
               
                 Are
                 Presbyterians
                 mortal
                 foes
                 :
              
               
                 Th'
                 one
                 calls
                 them
                 Bears
                 by
                 Allegory
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 other
                 Fellow
                 wrot
                 a
                 Story
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 which
                 he
                 doth
                 them
                 scandalize
                 so
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 all
                 the
                 Devils
                 blush
                 ,
                 he
                 lies
                 so
                 ;
              
               
                 Thinking
                 it
                 would
                 be
                 liked
                 well
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 sent
                 a
                 Copy
                 into
                 Hell
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 be
                 perus'd
                 in
                 a
                 Committe
                 ,
              
               
                 Then
                 said
                 a
                 Devil
                 which
                 was
                 wittie
                 ,
              
               
               
                 It
                 serves
                 for
                 nothing
                 ,
                 tell
                 the
                 fool
                 ;
              
               
                 But
                 to
                 be
                 Napkins
                 at
                 the
                 Stool
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 men
                 exonerat
                 their
                 Tripes
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 lighting
                 of
                 Tobacco
                 Pipes
                 ;
              
               
                 For
                 Hells
                 affairs
                 are
                 ne're
                 atchiev'd
              
               
                 By
                 railing
                 fools
                 ,
                 of
                 none
                 believ'd
                 :
              
               
                 Hells
                 fittest
                 Agents
                 ,
                 as
                 all
                 grants
                 ,
              
               
                 Are
                 those
                 who
                 are
                 reputed
                 Saints
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 thus
                 he
                 made
                 an
                 end
                 of
                 praying
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Then
                 all
                 began
                 to
                 think
                 of
                 staying
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 one
                 another
                 did
                 exhort
              
               
                 For
                 to
                 return
                 and
                 see
                 the
                 sport
                 ;
              
               
                 But
                 Sanderson
                 appeared
                 not
                 ,
              
               
                 Stout
                 Ralph
                 amated
                 not
                 a
                 jot
                 ,
              
               
                 Bravely
                 and
                 resolutely
                 did
                 fall
                 up
                 ,
              
               
                 First
                 at
                 the
                 trot
                 ,
                 then
                 at
                 the
                 gallop
                 ;
              
               
                 Just
                 as
                 the
                 Huggonots
                 ,
                 victorious
              
               
                 At
                 Coutrus
                 ,
                 charg'd
                 the
                 Duke
                 of
                 Joyeus
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 was
                 upon
                 him
                 ere
                 he
                 wist
                 ,
              
               
                 Menaceing
                 him
                 with
                 Tongue
                 and
                 Fist
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 all
                 the
                 Rable
                 in
                 his
                 Rear
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 followed
                 him
                 to
                 see
                 and
                 hear
                 .
              
               
               
                 The
                 Squire
                 ,
                 who
                 only
                 spoke
                 in
                 jest
                 ,
              
               
                 Seeing
                 what
                 he
                 expected
                 least
                 ;
              
               
                 He
                 thought
                 they
                 verily
                 were
                 gone
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 that
                 the
                 storm
                 was
                 over
                 blown
                 ,
              
               
                 Surprized
                 with
                 the
                 sudden
                 danger
              
               
                 Of
                 Ralph
                 ,
                 in
                 such
                 a
                 furious
                 anger
                 ,
              
               
                 Whom
                 he
                 thought
                 did
                 already
                 spurn
                 him
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 knew
                 not
                 to
                 what
                 hand
                 to
                 turn
                 him
                 ;
              
               
                 At
                 last
                 ,
                 his
                 tongue
                 and
                 teeth
                 commences
              
               
                 To
                 vent
                 Adages
                 and
                 Sentences
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 It
                 is
                 a
                 saying
                 wise
                 and
                 old
                 ,
              
               
                 Quoth
                 he
                 ,
                 to
                 make
                 a
                 Bridge
                 of
                 Gold
              
               
                 To
                 fleeing
                 enemies
                 ,
                 it
                 's
                 best
              
               
                 To
                 let
                 a
                 sleeping
                 Mastive
                 rest
                 ,
              
               
                 Lest
                 he
                 ,
                 awaken'd
                 with
                 our
                 knocking
                 's
                 ,
              
               
                 Tare
                 all
                 our
                 Breeches
                 and
                 our
                 Stockings
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 to
                 the
                 boot
                 ,
                 our
                 Shin-bones
                 hole
                 up
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 from
                 our
                 Buttocks
                 take
                 a
                 Collop
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 with
                 his
                 furious
                 teeth
                 our
                 throats
                 cut
                 ,
              
               
                 Down
                 which
                 we
                 watered
                 Meal
                 of
                 Oats
                 put
                 ;
              
               
                 Which
                 we
                 prefer
                 ,
                 with
                 Loch-Broom
                 Herring
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 all
                 the
                 King
                 of
                 Babel's
                 fareing
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 A
                 foolish
                 tongue
                 ,
                 without
                 remead
                 ,
              
               
                 Brings
                 mischief
                 on
                 the
                 owners
                 head
                 ;
              
               
                 It
                 is
                 a
                 pestilentious
                 Clout
                 ,
              
               
                 Causing
                 contagion
                 all
                 about
                 ;
              
               
                 It
                 raiseth
                 jealousies
                 and
                 fears
                 ,
              
               
                 Yokes
                 Kings
                 and
                 Subjects
                 by
                 the
                 ears
                 .
              
               
                 What
                 was
                 it
                 else
                 ,
                 but
                 tittle
                 tattle
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 brought
                 our
                 Brethren
                 out
                 to
                 Battle
                 ?
              
               
                 What
                 stops
                 them
                 more
                 from
                 turning
                 Loyal
                 ,
              
               
                 Then
                 tongues
                 of
                 some
                 ,
                 esteemed
                 Royal
                 ?
              
               
                 With
                 which
                 they
                 persecute
                 those
                 poor
                 souls
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 setting
                 Dogs
                 do
                 Pouts
                 and
                 Muirfowls
                 ;
              
               
                 At
                 last
                 ,
                 within
                 their
                 Netts
                 ensnared
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 from
                 all
                 hope
                 of
                 pardon
                 barred
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 force
                 those
                 poor
                 men
                 ,
                 under
                 hand
                 ,
              
               
                 Still
                 to
                 rebel
                 ,
                 to
                 get
                 their
                 Land.
                 
              
            
             
               
                 My
                 tongue
                 will
                 bring
                 me
                 to
                 that
                 pass
                 ,
              
               
                 Quoth
                 he
                 ,
                 to
                 which
                 was
                 Hudibras
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 ,
                 when
                 with
                 honour
                 he
                 had
                 got
                 off
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 the
                 adventure
                 that
                 ye
                 wot
                 off
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 not
                 content
                 ,
                 but
                 seeking
                 more
                 ,
              
               
                 Los'd
                 all
                 that
                 he
                 had
                 gain'd
                 before
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 was
                 brought
                 to
                 a
                 prison
                 Tragick
                 ,
              
               
               
                 In
                 Wooden
                 Castle
                 ,
                 made
                 by
                 Magick
                 ;
              
               
                 Where
                 he
                 too
                 late
                 laments
                 his
                 mishapes
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 Ladies
                 ,
                 when
                 they
                 do
                 not
                 Misclaps
              
               
                 From
                 Gallants
                 ,
                 of
                 their
                 own
                 procuring
                 ,
              
               
                 From
                 Husbands
                 ,
                 when
                 they
                 go
                 a-whoring
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Having
                 dispatch'd
                 this
                 Phrygian
                 wisdom
                 ,
              
               
                 Like
                 Malefactor
                 getting
                 his
                 doom
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 strained
                 what
                 he
                 could
                 ,
                 to
                 shew
              
               
                 
                   A
                   tres
                   bon
                   mein
                   en
                   mau
                   vais
                   Jeu
                   .
                
              
               
                 He
                 out
                 with
                 Basket-hilt
                 and
                 Dudgeon
                 ,
              
               
                 (
                 While
                 from
                 his
                 eyes
                 came
                 a
                 deludge
                 on
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 from
                 the
                 eyes
                 of
                 Children
                 whipped
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 sore
                 Horse-eyes
                 ,
                 with
                 Vitriol
                 nipped
                 ,
                 )
              
               
                 Stands
                 at
                 his
                 posture
                 ,
                 Fencer-like
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 was
                 within
                 an
                 Ace
                 to
                 strike
                 ;
              
               
                 Yet
                 on
                 the
                 sudden
                 ,
                 doth
                 advise
                 .
              
               
                 To
                 take
                 a
                 course
                 by
                 far
                 more
                 wise
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Wise
                 men
                 ,
                 quoth
                 he
                 ,
                 as
                 all
                 men
                 knows
                 ,
              
               
                 Try
                 all
                 things
                 first
                 ,
                 ere
                 they
                 try
                 blows
                 .
              
               
                 When
                 Rome
                 to
                 Conquer
                 ,
                 all
                 was
                 hasting
                 ,
              
               
                 Peace
                 was
                 the
                 first
                 ,
                 War
                 was
                 the
                 last
                 thing
              
               
                 They
                 did
                 practise
                 to
                 subdue
                 Nations
                 ,
              
               
               
                 VVho
                 loved
                 not
                 such
                 Innovations
                 .
              
               
                 If
                 I
                 the
                 truth
                 of
                 Story
                 miss
                 not
                 ,
              
               
                 This
                 is
                 the
                 Cardo
                 of
                 the
                 Dispute
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 if
                 my
                 reasons
                 do
                 no
                 good
                 ,
              
               
                 I
                 'le
                 dye
                 their
                 Breeches
                 with
                 their
                 Blood
                 :
              
               
                 But
                 this
                 within
                 himself
                 he
                 mutters
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 then
                 these
                 words
                 to
                 Ralph
                 he
                 utters
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 VVhat
                 means
                 this
                 furious
                 hurly
                 burly
                 ?
              
               
                 Friend
                 Ralph
                 ,
                 quoth
                 he
                 ,
                 I
                 tell
                 thee
                 surely
                 ,
              
               
                 I
                 am
                 no
                 private
                 man
                 ;
                 believe
                 ,
              
               
                 I
                 am
                 a
                 Representative
                 :
              
               
                 To
                 force
                 me
                 to
                 Degladiations
                 ,
              
               
                 Is
                 contrare
                 to
                 the
                 Law
                 of
                 Nations
                 :
              
               
                 Though
                 thou
                 me
                 should
                 bang
                 back
                 and
                 side
                 ,
              
               
                 I
                 could
                 it
                 (
                 Honour
                 safe
                 )
                 abide
                 .
              
               
                 Brave
                 Mansfield
                 ,
                 challeng'd
                 by
                 Baumaru
                 ,
              
               
                 Refused
                 once
                 to
                 fight
                 at
                 Paris
                 ;
              
               
                 Because
                 he
                 did
                 Negotiat
              
               
                 VVith
                 Publick
                 Trust
                 Affairs
                 of
                 State.
              
               
                 The
                 Spanish
                 Agent
                 
                   Don
                   Henriques
                
                 ,
              
               
                 Put
                 up
                 a
                 great
                 affront
                 of
                 Criques
                 ,
              
               
                 VVho
                 once
                 at
                 Rome
                 ,
                 his
                 pride
                 to
                 danton
                 ,
              
               
                 His
                 Nose
                 saluted
                 with
                 a
                 Panton
                 .
              
               
               
                 Dost
                 thou
                 esteem
                 me
                 such
                 a
                 Coward
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 be
                 afraid
                 of
                 one
                 as
                 thou
                 art
                 ?
              
               
                 Thy
                 threatnings
                 are
                 like
                 Childrens
                 Squibs
                 ,
              
               
                 Though
                 they
                 singe
                 Cloaths
                 ,
                 they
                 break
                 no
                 Ribs
                 ▪
              
               
                 VVere
                 it
                 not
                 that
                 my
                 Sword
                 is
                 rusted
                 ,
              
               
                 VVere
                 it
                 not
                 that
                 I
                 am
                 entrusted
              
               
                 VVith
                 things
                 of
                 such
                 a
                 high
                 concernment
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 Presbyterian
                 Church-Government
                 ;
              
               
                 For
                 all
                 thy
                 frownings
                 and
                 thy
                 cloudings
                 ,
              
               
                 I
                 would
                 send
                 Sun-shine
                 through
                 thy
                 Puddings
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 do
                 thee
                 as
                 a
                 friend
                 advise
                 ,
              
               
                 (
                 'T
                 is
                 better
                 soon
                 then
                 late
                 be
                 wise
                 )
              
               
                 That
                 thou
                 would
                 let
                 alone
                 this
                 Sword-fight
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 graple
                 with
                 me
                 in
                 a
                 Word-fight
                 ;
              
               
                 Let
                 's
                 try
                 who
                 others
                 best
                 can
                 Confute
                 ,
              
               
                 This
                 is
                 the
                 Cardo
                 of
                 the
                 Dispute
                 ,
              
               
                 If
                 Synod-members
                 ,
                 and
                 Church-wardens
              
               
                 Be
                 Bears
                 ,
                 and
                 Synods
                 be
                 Bear-Gardens
                 .
              
               
                 Thou
                 dost
                 affirm
                 ,
                 I
                 do
                 deny
                 ,
              
               
                 Prov
                 't
                 if
                 thou
                 can
                 ,
                 I
                 thee
                 defy
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 One
                 might
                 have
                 known
                 by
                 Ralpho's
                 face
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 lov'd
                 not
                 VVar
                 so
                 well
                 as
                 Peace
                 ;
              
               
                 He
                 only
                 counterfeited
                 courage
                 ,
              
               
               
                 His
                 wrath
                 ,
                 to
                 teeth-forward
                 ,
                 was
                 not
                 true
                 rage
                 ▪
              
               
                 Yet
                 he
                 his
                 passion
                 so
                 dissembled
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 Squire
                 at
                 first
                 both
                 shak'd
                 and
                 trembled
                 ;
              
               
                 But
                 when
                 he
                 heard
                 the
                 Squire
                 speak
                 big
                 words
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 in
                 his
                 Belly
                 he
                 would
                 dig
                 Swords
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 looked
                 then
                 as
                 if
                 his
                 Nose
                 bled
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 such
                 a
                 Flea
                 within
                 his
                 Hose
                 had
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 in
                 his
                 mind
                 was
                 great
                 confusion
                 ,
              
               
                 Till
                 he
                 considered
                 the
                 conclusion
                 ;
              
               
                 Where
                 Peace
                 was
                 offered
                 and
                 the
                 War
                 gone
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 gave
                 God
                 thanks
                 ,
                 like
                 Praise
                 God
                 Bairbo●
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 good
                 heart
                 to
                 himself
                 he
                 took
                 then
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 these
                 same
                 very
                 words
                 he
                 spoke
                 then
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 once
                 the
                 great
                 Turk
                 Solymanus
              
               
                 Spoke
                 to
                 
                   Vilerius
                   ,
                   Liladamus
                
                 ;
              
               
                 Having
                 him
                 under
                 ,
                 such
                 odds
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 he
                 was
                 forc'd
                 to
                 quit
                 the
                 Rhodes
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 I
                 'me
                 glade
                 to
                 hear
                 that
                 now
                 thy
                 mind
                 .
              
               
                 Is
                 more
                 to
                 Peace
                 then
                 War
                 inclin'd
                 ;
              
               
                 Then
                 adds
                 he
                 ,
                 fighting
                 is
                 a
                 fool
                 thing
                 ,
              
               
                 What
                 doth
                 it
                 else
                 but
                 sturt
                 and
                 dool
                 bring
                 .
              
               
                 It
                 's
                 better
                 Tongues
                 decide
                 the
                 matter
                 ,
              
               
                 Then
                 other
                 Noddles
                 pelt
                 and
                 batter
                 .
              
               
               
                 Now
                 others
                 beck
                 ,
                 now
                 others
                 Dock
                 hit
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 feathred
                 Fencers
                 do
                 in
                 Cock-pit
                 ;
              
               
                 Who
                 fights
                 but
                 in
                 their
                 own
                 defences
                 ,
              
               
                 Let
                 them
                 be
                 Kings
                 ,
                 let
                 them
                 be
                 Princes
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 Law
                 and
                 Reason
                 I
                 them
                 can
                 bind
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 they
                 are
                 enemies
                 to
                 mankind
                 ;
              
               
                 As
                 witnesseth
                 Sir
                 
                   Thomas
                   Kellie
                
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 
                   Grotius
                   de
                   Jure
                   Belli
                
                 .
              
               
                 What
                 are
                 such
                 Warriours
                 but
                 oppressors
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 many
                 times
                 we
                 see
                 aggressors
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 trouble
                 other
                 mens
                 reposes
                 ,
              
               
                 Gain
                 nothing
                 else
                 but
                 bloody
                 Noses
                 :
              
               
                 Who
                 quarrels
                 pick
                 with
                 Neighbour
                 Nations
                 ,
              
               
                 Get
                 Halberts
                 thrust
                 through
                 their
                 Fundations
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 we
                 may
                 read
                 in
                 many
                 a
                 Book
              
               
                 Of
                 Charles
                 that
                 Burgndian
                 Duke
                 .
              
               
                 Poor
                 High-way-men
                 ,
                 with
                 tattred
                 hose
                 ,
                 are
              
               
                 Not
                 Robbers
                 half
                 so
                 great
                 ,
                 as
                 those
                 are
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 Diadems
                 wear
                 on
                 their
                 head
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 make
                 so
                 many
                 living
                 dead
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 so
                 much
                 Christian
                 blood
                 mispends
                 ,
              
               
                 Either
                 for
                 French
                 or
                 Spanish
                 ends
                 :
              
               
                 These
                 first
                 ,
                 poor
                 Rogues
                 ,
                 will
                 pick
                 a
                 Pocket
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 break
                 a
                 Door
                 up
                 when
                 it's
                 locket
                 ;
              
               
               
                 And
                 on
                 the
                 High-way
                 will
                 a
                 Purse
                 take
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 cold
                 and
                 hunger
                 makes
                 their
                 Guts
                 ake
                 .
              
               
                 Those
                 latter
                 ,
                 with
                 their
                 Armies
                 Legions
                 ,
              
               
                 Robes
                 Kingdoms
                 ,
                 Castles
                 ,
                 Towns
                 and
                 Regions
                 :
              
               
                 As
                 said
                 two
                 ten
                 Tuns
                 Ships
                 Commander
              
               
                 To
                 
                   Macedonian
                   Alexander
                
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 But
                 now
                 ,
                 let
                 us
                 come
                 to
                 the
                 question
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 which
                 was
                 raised
                 the
                 Contest
                 on
                 ,
              
               
                 Since
                 thou
                 so
                 hard
                 dost
                 put
                 me
                 to
                 it
                 ,
              
               
                 I
                 'le
                 let
                 thee
                 see
                 that
                 I
                 can
                 do
                 it
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 have
                 both
                 will
                 and
                 wit
                 to
                 reckon
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 beat
                 thee
                 at
                 thy
                 own
                 tongue-weapon
                 .
              
               
                 Better
                 perhaps
                 ,
                 then
                 thou
                 believes
                 ,
              
               
                 I
                 'le
                 prove
                 these
                 two
                 affirmatives
                 :
              
               
                 That
                 Synod-menbers
                 ,
                 and
                 Church-wardens
              
               
                 Are
                 Bears
                 ,
                 and
                 Synods
                 are
                 Bear-gardens
                 .
              
               
                 Thus
                 said
                 ,
                 his
                 fingers
                 he
                 dispatches
              
               
                 Unto
                 his
                 head
                 ,
                 and
                 winking
                 scratches
                 ,
              
               
                 First
                 from
                 the
                 Van
                 ,
                 unto
                 the
                 Reer
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 then
                 athwart
                 ,
                 from
                 ear
                 to
                 ear
                 ;
              
               
                 While
                 like
                 sagacious
                 Hound
                 ,
                 he
                 traces
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 windeth
                 all
                 the
                 Topick
                 places
                 :
              
               
               
                 Till
                 in
                 the
                 end
                 prepared
                 ,
                 Satis
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 disputes
                 thus
                 a
                 Comparatis
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 And
                 first
                 ,
                 quoth
                 he
                 ,
                 it
                 's
                 clear
                 to
                 all
                 ;
              
               
                 They
                 have
                 the
                 same
                 original
                 :
              
               
                 For
                 twenty
                 Shillings
                 to
                 a
                 Bodle
                 ,
              
               
                 Both
                 are
                 the
                 birth
                 of
                 humane
                 nodle
                 ,
              
               
                 Both
                 are
                 in
                 that
                 degree
                 of
                 kin
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 other
                 brethren
                 uterine
                 .
              
               
                 It
                 s
                 certain
                 ,
                 there
                 is
                 never
                 a
                 word
              
               
                 Of
                 either
                 ,
                 in
                 Scripture
                 ,
                 on
                 record
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 without
                 question
                 and
                 all
                 doubt
                 ,
              
               
                 Thus
                 Bear-baiting
                 may
                 be
                 made
                 out
              
               
                 By
                 holy
                 writ
                 ,
                 as
                 lawful
                 as
                 is
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 Chain
                 of
                 Presbyrerian
                 Classis
                 .
              
               
                 This
                 for
                 their
                 birth
                 ;
                 now
                 for
                 their
                 nature
                 ,
              
               
                 If
                 with
                 deliberation
                 mature
              
               
                 The
                 case
                 we
                 ponder
                 ,
                 beasts
                 of
                 prey
              
               
                 And
                 rapine
                 ,
                 as
                 are
                 Bears
                 are
                 they
              
               
                 Who
                 do
                 establish
                 Gospel
                 order
              
               
                 By
                 Rapine
                 ,
                 Sacriledge
                 ,
                 and
                 Murder
                 .
              
               
                 What
                 are
                 their
                 Orders
                 ,
                 Constitutions
                 ,
              
               
                 Church-censures
                 ,
                 Curses
                 ,
                 Absolutions
                 ?
              
               
               
                 But
                 several
                 mystick
                 Chains
                 they
                 make
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 ty
                 poor
                 Christians
                 to
                 the
                 Stake
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 then
                 set
                 Heathen
                 Officers
                 ,
              
               
                 Instead
                 of
                 Dogs
                 ,
                 about
                 their
                 ears
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 What
                 else
                 are
                 Synods
                 ,
                 but
                 Bear-gardens
                 ,
              
               
                 Where
                 Elders
                 ,
                 Deputies
                 ,
                 Church-wardens
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 other
                 members
                 of
                 the
                 Court
              
               
                 Manage
                 the
                 Babylonish
                 sport
                 :
              
               
                 For
                 Prolocutor
                 ,
                 Scribe
                 ,
                 and
                 Bear-ward
                 ,
              
               
                 Do
                 differ
                 only
                 in
                 a
                 meer
                 word
                 :
              
               
                 Both
                 are
                 but
                 several
                 Synagogues
              
               
                 Of
                 Carnal
                 men
                 ,
                 and
                 Bears
                 ,
                 and
                 Dogs
                 :
              
               
                 Both
                 Antichristian
                 Assemblies
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 mischief
                 bent
                 ,
                 as
                 far
                 's
                 in
                 them
                 lyes
                 :
              
               
                 Both
                 strave
                 and
                 tail
                 with
                 fierce
                 contests
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 one
                 with
                 men
                 ,
                 the
                 other
                 Beasts
                 :
              
               
                 The
                 difference
                 is
                 ,
                 the
                 one
                 fights
                 with
              
               
                 The
                 tongue
                 ,
                 the
                 other
                 with
                 the
                 teeth
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 that
                 they
                 bait
                 but
                 Bears
                 in
                 this
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 th'
                 others
                 Souls
                 and
                 Consciences
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 This
                 to
                 the
                 Prophet
                 did
                 appear
              
               
                 Who
                 in
                 a
                 Vision
                 saw
                 a
                 Bear
              
               
               
                 Prefiguring
                 the
                 beastly
                 rage
              
               
                 Of
                 Church-rule
                 ,
                 in
                 this
                 latter
                 age
                 ;
              
               
                 Where
                 every
                 Hamlet
                 is
                 govern'd
                 ▪
              
               
                 By
                 's
                 Holiness
                 ,
                 the
                 Churches
                 head
                 :
              
               
                 More
                 haughty
                 ,
                 and
                 severe
                 in
                 's
                 place
                 ,
              
               
                 Then
                 Hildebrand
                 ,
                 or
                 Boniface
                 .
              
               
                 Such
                 Church
                 ,
                 must
                 surely
                 be
                 a
                 Monster
              
               
                 With
                 maney
                 heads
                 ,
                 for
                 if
                 we
                 Conster
              
               
                 What
                 in
                 th'
                 Apocalyps
                 we
                 find
                 ,
              
               
                 According
                 to
                 th'
                 Apostles
                 mind
                 ;
              
               
                 Ti
                 's
                 ,
                 that
                 the
                 Whoore
                 of
                 Babylon
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 many
                 heads
                 ,
                 did
                 ride
                 upon
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 Pastors
                 who
                 do
                 rule
                 this
                 Kirk
                 ,
              
               
                 What
                 are
                 they
                 ,
                 but
                 the
                 handy-work
              
               
                 Of
                 mens
                 Mechanick
                 Paws
                 ,
                 instilling
              
               
                 Divinity
                 in
                 them
                 ,
                 by
                 feeling
                 .
              
               
                 From
                 whence
                 they
                 start
                 up
                 chosen
                 Vessels
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 folks
                 ,
                 by
                 touching
                 ,
                 get
                 the
                 Meazles
                 .
              
               
                 So
                 Cardinals
                 ,
                 they
                 say
                 ,
                 do
                 grope
              
               
                 At
                 th'
                 other
                 end
                 ,
                 the
                 new
                 made
                 Pope
                 .
              
               
                 Bell
                 and
                 the
                 
                 Dragon's
                 Chaiplans
                 ,
                 were
              
               
                 More
                 moderat
                 then
                 them
                 ,
                 by
                 far
                 :
              
               
                 For
                 they
                 ,
                 poor
                 Knaves
                 ,
                 were
                 glade
                 to
                 cheat
                 ,
              
               
               
                 To
                 get
                 their
                 Wives
                 and
                 Children
                 meat
                 ;
              
               
                 But
                 these
                 will
                 not
                 be
                 fob'd
                 off
                 so
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 must
                 have
                 wealth
                 and
                 power
                 too
                 ;
              
               
                 Or
                 else
                 they
                 'l
                 make
                 their
                 party
                 good
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 making
                 Nations
                 swim
                 in
                 blood
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 thus
                 I
                 reasoned
                 the
                 Case
                 ,
              
               
                 Once
                 with
                 my
                 Master
                 Hudibras
                 .
              
               
                 All
                 that
                 I
                 said
                 was
                 too
                 prolix
                 ,
              
               
                 Here
                 to
                 repeat
                 ,
                 I
                 only
                 fix
              
               
                 Upon
                 the
                 Morrow
                 ,
                 with
                 a
                 few
                 words
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 What
                 thou
                 has
                 said's
                 not
                 worth
                 two
                 Cow
                 Turds
              
               
                 Reply'd
                 the
                 Squire
                 ,
                 and
                 then
                 he
                 smites
              
               
                 Fore-head
                 with
                 Fist
                 ,
                 to
                 rouse
                 his
                 wits
                 ;
              
               
                 Which
                 straight
                 did
                 take
                 th'
                 alarm
                 so
                 hot
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 down
                 to
                 Tongue
                 and
                 Teeth
                 they
                 got
                 :
              
               
                 From
                 whence
                 ,
                 thus
                 worded
                 out
                 ,
                 they
                 flie
                 ,
              
               
                 Like
                 Bullets
                 from
                 Artilerie
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Ye
                 Sectaries
                 ,
                 quoth
                 he
                 ,
                 have
                 bee-heads
                 ,
              
               
                 Thy
                 prats
                 ,
                 a
                 Cerberus
                 ,
                 with
                 three-heads
                 :
              
               
                 Neither
                 of
                 which
                 barks
                 any
                 bon-sence
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 railing
                 ,
                 blasphemy
                 ,
                 and
                 non-sence
                 :
              
               
                 Thou'
                 rt
                 ignorant
                 in
                 Logicks
                 Art
                 ,
              
               
               
                 As
                 I
                 will
                 show
                 thee
                 ere
                 we
                 part
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 to
                 the
                 point
                 ,
                 now
                 I
                 will
                 close
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 reason
                 
                   〈◊〉
                   〈◊〉
                   〈◊〉
                   〈◊〉
                   〈◊〉
                
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 first
                 ,
                 I
                 say
                 ,
                 for
                 my
                 defence
                 ,
              
               
                 Thy
                 argument
                 wants
                 Consequence
                 :
              
               
                 Though
                 things
                 agree
                 to
                 both
                 together
                 ,
              
               
                 It
                 follows
                 not
                 the
                 one
                 's
                 the
                 other
                 .
              
               
                 Affirmatives
                 ,
                 in
                 second
                 figure
                 ,
              
               
                 Nothing
                 conclude
                 in
                 Logicks
                 Ligure
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 any
                 constant
                 man
                 believes
                 ,
              
               
                 So
                 we
                 may
                 prove
                 Financiers
                 Thieves
                 ,
              
               
                 Camelions
                 Beef
                 and
                 Cabbage
                 eaters
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 Lawyers
                 ,
                 and
                 Physicians
                 ,
                 cheaters
                 .
              
               
                 That
                 Horse
                 are
                 Men
                 ,
                 and
                 Owls
                 are
                 Ounces
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 Privie
                 Counsellers
                 are
                 Dunces
                 :
              
               
                 That
                 Chamber-pots
                 are
                 Looking
                 Glasses
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 Senators
                 of
                 Justice
                 Asses
                 :
              
               
                 That
                 Colledges
                 ,
                 and
                 Muses
                 Cavernes
              
               
                 Are
                 Bawdie-houses
                 turn'd
                 ,
                 and
                 Taverns
                 :
              
               
                 That
                 Stews
                 are
                 places
                 of
                 Contrition
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 Pulpits
                 ,
                 Trumpets
                 of
                 Sedition
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 Merlines
                 Prophesies
                 Evangels
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 Dees
                 Spirits
                 holy
                 Angels
                 :
              
               
                 That
                 all
                 new
                 Scurvies
                 are
                 the
                 Pox
                 ,
              
               
               
                 That
                 Quakers
                 Books
                 are
                 Orthodox
                 :
              
               
                 That
                 rosted
                 Wildcat
                 is
                 fed
                 Lam
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 Gresham
                 Colledge
                 is
                 a
                 Bedlam
                 :
              
               
                 Most
                 of
                 our
                 first
                 Reformers
                 bad-men
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 all
                 the
                 House
                 of
                 Commons
                 mad-men
                 :
              
               
                 That
                 Tallow
                 Cakes
                 are
                 Ambergreese
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 Sun
                 and
                 Moon
                 are
                 Cheshire
                 Cheese
              
               
                 And
                 Whiggs
                 ,
                 as
                 loyal
                 in
                 Opinions
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 any
                 of
                 the
                 Kings
                 Dominions
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 This
                 for
                 thy
                 form
                 ,
                 now
                 for
                 thy
                 matter
                 ,
              
               
                 Thou
                 rails
                 one
                 some
                 ,
                 others
                 to
                 flatter
                 :
              
               
                 Thy
                 Medium's
                 seeming
                 true
                 ,
                 yet
                 false
                 are
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 Turnips
                 growing
                 in
                 the
                 Paltzar
                 ;
              
               
                 Or
                 any
                 other
                 fertile
                 ground
                 ,
              
               
                 Hollow
                 with
                 Worms
                 ,
                 though
                 skin
                 be
                 sound
                 :
              
               
                 Like
                 Aples
                 in
                 the
                 Lake
                 of
                 Sodom
                 ,
              
               
                 Like
                 beauties
                 clapped
                 in
                 the
                 Bodom
                 :
              
               
                 Like
                 sour
                 Drink
                 in
                 Silver
                 Tankers
                 :
              
               
                 Like
                 Golden
                 Petticoats
                 on
                 Shankers
                 :
              
               
                 Like
                 bald
                 Heads
                 with
                 Periwiggs
                 :
              
               
                 Like
                 sweet
                 Powder
                 on
                 frisled
                 Giggs
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 aged
                 Ladies
                 now
                 in
                 fashion
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 they
                 would
                 play
                 beside
                 the
                 Cushion
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 But
                 who
                 reason
                 in
                 generals
                 ,
              
               
                 Th'
                 argument
                 contentions
                 and
                 brauls
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 bring
                 but
                 bout-gates
                 ,
                 and
                 golinzies
                 ,
              
               
                 Like
                 Dempster
                 disputing
                 with
                 Meinzies
                 .
              
               
                 Men
                 hardly
                 can
                 scratch
                 others
                 faces
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 they
                 are
                 distant
                 twenty
                 paces
                 :
              
               
                 I
                 l'e
                 neerer
                 come
                 thy
                 thrusts
                 to
                 Paree
                 ,
              
               
                 Whereas
                 thou
                 dost
                 Argumentaree
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 Bear-baiting
                 may
                 be
                 made
                 out
                 ,
              
               
                 Without
                 all
                 question
                 and
                 doubt
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 holy
                 Writ
                 ,
                 as
                 lawful
                 as
                 is
                 ,
              
               
                 Lay-elder-Presbyterian
                 Classis
                 .
              
               
                 Though
                 few
                 be
                 clear
                 ,
                 how
                 doth
                 the
                 thing
                 go
                 ?
              
               
                 I
                 answer
                 unto
                 thee
                 distinguo
                 :
              
               
                 For
                 if
                 thou
                 mean
                 by
                 Text
                 express
                 ,
              
               
                 Thou
                 speak'st
                 the
                 truth
                 ,
                 as
                 all
                 confess
                 .
              
               
                 This
                 is
                 our
                 Orthodox
                 Defence
                 ,
              
               
                 Presbytries
                 prov'd
                 by
                 Consequence
                 .
              
               
                 It
                 is
                 no
                 Popish
                 superstition
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 consequential
                 tradition
              
               
                 To
                 prove
                 an
                 Article
                 of
                 Faith
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 learned
                 Polyander
                 saith
                 .
              
               
                 What
                 have
                 our
                 Doctors
                 else
                 to
                 say
              
               
                 For
                 Paedobaptism
                 ,
                 or
                 that
                 day
              
               
               
                 Which
                 chang'd
                 was
                 ,
                 when
                 the
                 Church
                 spoke
                 Greek
              
               
                 From
                 last
                 to
                 first
                 day
                 of
                 the
                 Week
                 .
              
               
                 If
                 thou
                 were
                 put
                 to
                 this
                 distress
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 prove
                 Bishops
                 by
                 word
                 express
                 .
              
               
                 Then
                 Oyster-wives
                 might
                 lock
                 their
                 Fish
                 up
                 ,
              
               
                 Come
                 to
                 the
                 Streets
                 ,
                 and
                 cry
                 ,
                 No
                 Bishop
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Whereas
                 thou
                 dost
                 affirm
                 and
                 say
                 ,
              
               
                 Presbytry-men
                 are
                 Beasts
                 of
                 Prey
                 ,
              
               
                 VVho
                 do
                 establish
                 Gospel-order
              
               
                 By
                 Rapine
                 ,
                 Sacriledge
                 ,
                 and
                 Murder
                 :
              
               
                 Thy
                 reason
                 hear
                 both
                 but
                 and
                 ben
                 halts
                 ,
              
               
                 It
                 's
                 not
                 the
                 causes
                 ,
                 but
                 the
                 mens
                 faults
                 .
              
               
                 Unto
                 that
                 Sore
                 ,
                 I
                 gave
                 this
                 Plaister
                 ,
              
               
                 VVhen
                 I
                 did
                 dispute
                 with
                 my
                 Master
                 :
              
               
                 To
                 blame
                 a
                 cause
                 ,
                 for
                 persons
                 vices
              
               
                 Is
                 one
                 of
                 Satans
                 main
                 devices
                 ,
              
               
                 VVherewith
                 he
                 very
                 oft
                 doth
                 make
              
               
                 VVell-meaning
                 men
                 the
                 truth
                 forsake
                 .
              
               
                 It
                 's
                 not
                 superfluous
                 and
                 vain
              
               
                 To
                 tell
                 a
                 good
                 Tale
                 ov'r
                 again
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 None
                 can
                 deny
                 but
                 these
                 things
                 fell
                 out
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 the
                 true
                 cause
                 thou
                 dost
                 not
                 smell
                 out
                 .
              
               
               
                 Thy
                 fallacy
                 consists
                 in
                 this
                 ,
              
               
                 Thou
                 mak'st
                 a
                 cause
                 where
                 no
                 cause
                 is
                 .
              
               
                 Children
                 are
                 teached
                 in
                 the
                 Schooles
                 ,
              
               
                 VVho
                 reason
                 so
                 ,
                 they
                 are
                 but
                 fools
                 .
              
               
                 VVas
                 never
                 yet
                 a
                 Reformation
              
               
                 Of
                 Church
                 ,
                 in
                 any
                 Age
                 or
                 Nation
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 still
                 the
                 Devil
                 ,
                 to
                 make
                 it
                 vain
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 outmost
                 of
                 his
                 wits
                 doth
                 strain
                 :
              
               
                 He
                 beats
                 all
                 Hell
                 up
                 with
                 a
                 Taber
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 make
                 Reformers
                 lose
                 their
                 labour
                 ▪
              
               
                 VVhen
                 first
                 he
                 sees
                 he
                 doth
                 no
                 good
              
               
                 By
                 persecution
                 and
                 blood
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 seeming
                 Sheep
                 ,
                 and
                 yet
                 but
                 Goats
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 VVeeds
                 appearing
                 VVheat
                 and
                 Oats
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 seeming
                 Diamonds
                 ,
                 yet
                 but
                 Glass
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 seeming
                 ,
                 Gold
                 and
                 yet
                 but
                 Brass
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 Serpents
                 in
                 appearance
                 Fish
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 Silver
                 Potles
                 fill'd
                 with
                 Pish
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 Saints
                 without
                 ,
                 and
                 Fiends
                 within
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 strives
                 the
                 cause
                 to
                 undermine
                 :
              
               
                 As
                 is
                 recorded
                 in
                 the
                 Pages
              
               
                 Of
                 Stories
                 written
                 in
                 all
                 Ages
                 .
              
               
                 VVhen
                 Christ
                 appeared
                 ,
                 came
                 a
                 Theudas
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 with
                 Saint
                 Peter
                 ,
                 came
                 a
                 Judas
                 ;
              
               
               
                 With
                 
                   Luther
                   ,
                   Rotmans
                
                 Knipperdolings
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 troubled
                 Munster
                 with
                 their
                 foolings
                 .
              
               
                 
                   David
                   Georges
                   ,
                   Johns
                
                 of
                 Leyden
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 is
                 at
                 large
                 describ'd
                 by
                 Sleyden
                 .
              
               
                 When
                 Calvin
                 came
                 ,
                 then
                 came
                 Socinians
                 :
              
               
                 When
                 Perbins
                 came
                 ,
                 then
                 came
                 Arminians
                 :
              
               
                 With
                 Hendersons
                 ,
                 and
                 Cants
                 ,
                 and
                 Trails
                 ,
              
               
                 Came
                 some
                 ,
                 who
                 whisked
                 Ladies
                 Tails
                 .
              
               
                 Who
                 for
                 such
                 take
                 us
                 ,
                 are
                 to
                 blame
                 ,
                 as
              
               
                 One
                 would
                 revile
                 St.
                 Paul
                 for
                 Demas
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 others
                 also
                 came
                 ,
                 to
                 wit
                 ,
              
               
                 These
                 Locusts
                 of
                 the
                 th'
                 Infernal
                 Pit
                 :
              
               
                 Who
                 seem'd
                 at
                 first
                 all
                 Covenant-takers
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 straight
                 turned
                 Anabaptists
                 ,
                 Quakers
                 ,
              
               
                 Artemonits
                 ,
                 Photinions
                 ,
              
               
                 Servetians
                 ,
                 Socinians
                 ,
              
               
                 Manitheans
                 ,
                 Novations
                 ,
              
               
                 Scepticks
                 ,
                 and
                 Corpocrocians
                 ,
              
               
                 Prochanits
                 ,
                 Sabellians
                 ,
              
               
                 Setheans
                 ,
                 Circumcellians
                 ;
              
               
                 Herodians
                 ,
                 Herminians
                 ,
              
               
                 Somonians
                 ,
                 Armenians
                 ,
              
               
                 Docitheans
                 ,
                 Menandrians
                 ,
              
               
                 Eunomeans
                 ,
                 Cassandrians
                 ,
              
               
               
                 Eutichians
                 ,
                 Nestorians
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 Doctor
                 
                   Hernry
                   Morians
                
                 ;
              
               
                 Noetians
                 ,
                 and
                 Martionitae
                 ,
              
               
                 Gnosticks
                 ,
                 and
                 Anthropomorphit
                 ▪
              
               
                 Gortheans
                 ,
                 and
                 Calphurnitans
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 Mr.
                 
                   Gilbert
                   Burnetans
                
                 ;
              
               
                 Meletians
                 ,
                 and
                 Arrians
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 Antisabatarians
                 ;
              
               
                 Helvidians
                 ,
                 Cainians
                 ,
              
               
                 Coluthians
                 ,
                 Agrippinians
                 ;
              
               
                 Some
                 Chiliasts
                 ,
                 and
                 Lampetians
                 ,
              
               
                 Some
                 prove
                 Melchizedecians
                 ,
              
               
                 Cleobians
                 ,
                 Florinians
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 some
                 prove
                 Maximinians
                 :
              
               
                 Abelians
                 ,
                 Thebusians
                 ,
              
               
                 Ophitae
                 ,
                 and
                 Pepusrans
                 ,
              
               
                 Rhetorians
                 ,
                 Quintilianists
                 ,
              
               
                 Circoterists
                 ,
                 Pristilianists
                 ,
              
               
                 Eucratits
                 ,
                 Hermogenians
                 ,
              
               
                 Marians
                 ,
                 and
                 Origenians
                 ,
              
               
                 Corintheans
                 ,
                 and
                 Alogians
                 :
              
               
                 Some
                 half
                 some
                 whole
                 Peligians
                 ,
              
               
                 Some
                 Antitactae
                 ,
                 some
                 Montences
                 ;
              
               
                 Ascitae
                 some
                 ,
                 some
                 Royatenses
                 ,
              
               
               
                 Some
                 Donatists
                 ,
                 Volesians
                 ,
              
               
                 Some
                 Archonticks
                 ,
                 some
                 Aetians
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 some
                 turn
                 Theodotians
                 ;
              
               
                 Tascodrongits
                 ,
                 Nepotians
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 some
                 Disciples
                 turn'd
                 of
                 Brown
                 ,
              
               
                 VVho
                 first
                 infected
                 every
                 Town
                 ;
              
               
                 Doritheans
                 ,
                 and
                 Fratricels
                 ,
              
               
                 Some
                 Neilorists
                 ,
                 with
                 Hood
                 and
                 Bells
                 ;
              
               
                 Some
                 
                   Transilvanian
                   Tritheitae
                
                 ,
              
               
                 VVho
                 once
                 made
                 ▪
                 drunk
                 with
                 Aquavitae
                 :
              
               
                 VVith
                 Fists
                 Alstedius
                 did
                 belabour
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 tore
                 the
                 Beard
                 of
                 
                   Bethlehem
                   Gabor
                
                 :
              
               
                 Some
                 Adamits
                 ,
                 who
                 as
                 the
                 speech
                 is
                 ,
              
               
                 Cast
                 off
                 their
                 Petticoats
                 and
                 Breeches
                 :
              
               
                 Some
                 other
                 Hereticks
                 more
                 gross
                 ,
              
               
                 Describ'd
                 by
                 
                   Alexander
                   Ross
                
                 ;
              
               
                 For
                 which
                 ,
                 at
                 present
                 I
                 want
                 time
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 though
                 I
                 had
                 ,
                 I
                 have
                 not
                 Rhime
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 That
                 thy
                 Bear-simile
                 may
                 jump
                 ,
              
               
                 Those
                 were
                 our
                 Tails
                 ,
                 that
                 was
                 our
                 Rump
                 ,
              
               
                 VVhich
                 from
                 our
                 Buttocks
                 being
                 broke
                 off
                 ,
              
               
                 Did
                 all
                 these
                 horrid
                 things
                 you
                 spoke
                 of
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 if
                 thou
                 still
                 insist
                 to
                 rail
                 ,
              
               
               
                 Saying
                 ,
                 we
                 did
                 them
                 with
                 our
                 Tail
                 :
              
               
                 That
                 cavel's
                 very
                 quickly
                 put
                 off
                 ,
              
               
                 'T
                 was
                 with
                 our
                 Tails
                 ,
                 when
                 they
                 were
                 cut
                 off
              
               
                 If
                 with
                 my
                 cut
                 off
                 Arms
                 and
                 Legs
              
               
                 Thou
                 Bishops
                 Noddles
                 Crush
                 like
                 Eggs
                 ;
              
               
                 Not
                 I
                 ,
                 late
                 owner
                 of
                 the
                 same
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 thou
                 who
                 strikes
                 ,
                 must
                 bear
                 the
                 blame
                 .
              
               
                 It
                 's
                 true
                 indeed
                 ,
                 at
                 the
                 beginning
              
               
                 VVe
                 smelled
                 those
                 things
                 were
                 a-spinning
                 ;
              
               
                 But
                 who
                 leads
                 Ladies
                 through
                 the
                 streets
                 ,
              
               
                 Expecting
                 favour
                 within
                 Sheets
                 ,
              
               
                 Coming
                 to
                 places
                 ,
                 fy
                 upon
                 't
                 ,
              
               
                 VVhere
                 none
                 but
                 one
                 can
                 pass
                 in
                 front
                 ,
              
               
                 So
                 Barricado'd
                 is
                 the
                 way
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 emptied
                 Privies
                 ,
                 Mire
                 and
                 Clay
                 :
              
               
                 If
                 they
                 find
                 no
                 clean
                 place
                 to
                 stand
                 on
                 ,
              
               
                 Yet
                 ere
                 their
                 Mistriss
                 they
                 abandon
                 ,
              
               
                 Through
                 dung
                 they
                 march
                 ,
                 like
                 a
                 bold
                 Fellow
                 ,
              
               
                 Till
                 Shoes
                 and
                 Stockins
                 grow
                 Gold
                 yellow
                 .
              
               
                 This
                 is
                 our
                 case
                 ,
                 if
                 I
                 have
                 skill
                 ,
              
               
                 Make
                 the
                 Apodosis
                 who
                 will
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 sum
                 is
                 in
                 our
                 ends
                 ,
                 we
                 mean
                 well
                 ,
              
               
                 Though
                 means
                 we
                 us'd
                 ,
                 cannot
                 sustain
                 well
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 Whereas
                 thou
                 sayest
                 ,
                 our
                 Constitutions
                 ,
              
               
                 Church-censures
                 ,
                 Curses
                 ,
                 Absolutions
                 ,
              
               
                 Are
                 several
                 Mystick
                 Chains
                 we
                 make
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 ty
                 poor
                 Christians
                 to
                 the
                 Stake
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 then
                 set
                 Heathen
                 Officers
              
               
                 Instead
                 of
                 Dogs
                 about
                 their
                 ears
                 .
              
               
                 At
                 all
                 thou
                 dost
                 not
                 prove
                 the
                 question
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 which
                 was
                 raised
                 the
                 Contest
                 on
                 .
              
               
                 Madness
                 within
                 thy
                 Brains
                 hath
                 far
                 got
                 ,
              
               
                 Proving
                 them
                 Bears
                 ,
                 thou
                 proves
                 they
                 are
                 not
              
               
                 Whoever
                 yet
                 did
                 see
                 or
                 hear
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 Bears
                 yoak't
                 Dogs
                 upon
                 a
                 Bear
                 ?
              
               
                 As
                 said
                 thy
                 Master
                 ,
                 that
                 brave
                 man
                 too
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 reason'd
                 better
                 then
                 I
                 can
                 do
                 ,
              
               
                 If
                 Synod-Members
                 ,
                 and
                 Church-wardens
              
               
                 Be
                 no
                 Bears
                 ,
                 Synods
                 no
                 Bear-gardens
              
               
                 Are
                 ,
                 as
                 to
                 these
                 is
                 evident
                 ,
                 Satis
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 reason
                 can
                 a
                 Conjugatis
                 .
              
               
                 Thus
                 worse
                 then
                 any
                 man
                 believes
                 ,
              
               
                 Thou
                 proves
                 these
                 two
                 affirmatives
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 after
                 thou
                 has
                 Crackt
                 so
                 crouse
                 ,
              
               
                 Thy
                 Mountains
                 do
                 bring
                 forth
                 a
                 Mouse
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 Whereas
                 thou
                 Presbytry
                 dost
                 〈◊〉
              
               
                 To
                 be
                 th'
                 Apocalyptick
                 Monster
                 ,
              
               
                 Likewise
                 to
                 be
                 this
                 very
                 Bear.
              
               
                 Which
                 to
                 the
                 Prophet
                 did
                 appear
                 ;
              
               
                 Prefiguring
                 the
                 beastly
                 rage
              
               
                 Of
                 Church
                 rule
                 in
                 this
                 latter
                 age
                 :
              
               
                 Thou
                 dost
                 interpret
                 Scriptures
                 odly
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 thou
                 may
                 〈◊〉
                 upon
                 the
                 Godly
                 :
              
               
                 A
                 Scripturest
                 thou
                 〈◊〉
                 as
                 he
                 was
              
               
                 In
                 whose
                 fool
                 Bonnet-case
                 a
                 Bee
                 was
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 needs
                 would
                 Presbytry
                 have
                 the
                 Cabal
              
               
                 Deciphered
                 of
                 the
                 Whore
                 of
                 Babel
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Antichrist
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 Blood
                 spilled
                 ,
              
               
                 
              
               
                 He
                 was
                 so
                 mad
                 ,
                 he
                 〈◊〉
                 no
                 shame
                 :
              
               
                 Those
                 very
                 murdred
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 name
                 ,
              
               
                 It
                 's
                 sure
                 he
                 either
                 was
                 〈◊〉
              
               
                 Or
                 on
                 a
                 Stage
                 the
                 Fool
                 he
                 acted
              
               
                 I
                 'm
                 confident
                 and
                 do
                 believe
                 ,
              
               
                 If
                 these
                 two
                 brave
                 men
                 〈◊〉
                 alive
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 would
                 get
                 〈…〉
              
               
                 Who
                 hatch
                 such
                 glosses
                 in
                 their
                 brains
                 .
              
               
                 It
                 's
                 lamentable
                 ,
                 many
                 deem
              
               
                 None
                 love
                 the
                 King
                 ,
                 but
                 who
                 blaspheme
                 ,
              
               
               
                 And
                 still
                 make
                 holy
                 Writ
                 the
                 Scale
                 ,
                 on
              
               
                 Which
                 they
                 take
                 measures
                 for
                 to
                 rail
                 on
                 .
              
               
                 Presbytrie
                 for
                 the
                 King
                 more
                 stout
                 ,
                 as
              
               
                 Those
                 whom
                 the
                 very
                 Children
                 flout
                 ,
                 as
              
               
                 Champions
                 ,
                 who
                 though
                 tongue-valiant
                 ,
              
               
                 Yet
                 meeting
                 with
                 a
                 fierce
                 assailant
                 ,
              
               
                 Though
                 with
                 their
                 tongue
                 they
                 take
                 his
                 part
                 ,
              
               
                 Their
                 actions
                 are
                 not
                 with
                 a
                 fart
                 .
              
               
                 They
                 may
                 well
                 drink
                 his
                 health
                 in
                 Taverns
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 speak
                 big
                 words
                 in
                 Holes
                 and
                 Caverns
                 ,
              
               
                 Devising
                 Stories
                 ,
                 Lies
                 ,
                 and
                 Fables
                 ;
              
               
                 Call
                 his
                 most
                 Loyal
                 Subjects
                 Rebels
                 ;
              
               
                 But
                 when
                 they
                 come
                 to
                 blows
                 and
                 knocks
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 face
                 about
                 ,
                 and
                 turn
                 their
                 Docks
                 .
              
               
                 Runs
                 to
                 their
                 Pottle
                 ,
                 which
                 they
                 mind
                 most
                 ,
              
               
                 Crying
                 ,
                 the
                 Devil
                 take
                 the
                 hind-most
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Where
                 thou
                 say'st
                 ,
                 Preachers
                 of
                 our
                 Kirk
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 Pastors
                 ,
                 are
                 the
                 handie-work
              
               
                 Of
                 mens
                 mechanick
                 paws
                 ,
                 instilling
                 .
              
               
                 Divinity
                 in
                 them
                 by
                 feeling
                 :
              
               
                 From
                 whence
                 they
                 start
                 up
                 chosen
                 Vessels
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 men
                 by
                 touch
                 get
                 Itch
                 and
                 Meazels
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 see
                 not
                 clearly
                 what
                 thou
                 means
                 here
                 ,
              
               
               
                 I
                 think
                 thou
                 blasphemy
                 sustains
                 here
                 :
              
               
                 This
                 with
                 our
                 Church
                 Monomachie
              
               
                 Ends
                 with
                 a
                 Gigantomathie
                 .
              
               
                 First
                 ,
                 having
                 fallen
                 on
                 her
                 out-works
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 hedge
                 ,
                 thy
                 fancy
                 round
                 about
                 works
                 ,
              
               
                 Till
                 in
                 the
                 end
                 thou
                 find
                 occasion
                 ,
              
               
                 Thinking
                 she
                 can
                 make
                 no
                 evasion
                 :
              
               
                 Then
                 thou
                 with
                 this
                 blasphemous
                 dart
              
               
                 Thinks
                 for
                 to
                 shoot
                 her
                 through
                 the
                 heart
                 :
              
               
                 Like
                 Malefactor
                 ty'd
                 to
                 Post
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 railing
                 on
                 the
                 Holy
                 Ghost
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 author
                 of
                 Manual
                 Imposition
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 Text
                 express
                 ,
                 and
                 by
                 Tradition
                 ,
              
               
                 Thy
                 own
                 and
                 others
                 souls
                 deluding
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 such
                 prophane
                 similituding
                 .
              
               
                 No
                 
                   Porphyre
                   ,
                   Julian
                
                 ,
                 or
                 Celsus
                 ,
              
               
                 (
                 As
                 all
                 the
                 ancient
                 Stories
                 tells
                 us
                 )
              
               
                 The
                 Christian
                 Faith
                 blasphem'd
                 ,
                 as
                 thou
                 doth
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 others
                 like
                 thee
                 ,
                 not
                 a
                 few
                 doth
                 :
              
               
                 VVho
                 bred
                 ,
                 out
                 of
                 the
                 peccant
                 humors
              
               
                 Of
                 this
                 our
                 Church
                 ,
                 like
                 Wens
                 and
                 Tumors
                 ;
              
               
                 Like
                 Maggots
                 bred
                 within
                 a
                 sore
                 ,
              
               
                 Would
                 that
                 which
                 gave
                 them
                 life
                 devour
                 .
              
               
                 Thou
                 'lt
                 say
                 ,
                 these
                 last
                 four
                 Lines
                 were
                 stollen
                 .
              
               
               
                 I
                 answer
                 with
                 that
                 Red-shank
                 sullen
                 ,
              
               
                 Once
                 challenged
                 ,
                 for
                 stealling
                 Beef
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 stole
                 then
                 from
                 another
                 Thief
                 .
              
               
                 Now
                 since
                 thy
                 Sophistrie's
                 confuted
                 ,
              
               
                 I
                 end
                 ,
                 to
                 have
                 my
                 Lungs
                 recruited
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 When
                 Ralph
                 intended
                 to
                 reply
                 ,
              
               
                 His
                 voice
                 was
                 drowned
                 with
                 a
                 cry
              
               
                 Of
                 those
                 ,
                 contending
                 who
                 the
                 better
              
               
                 Had
                 ,
                 of
                 the
                 Champions
                 ,
                 some
                 the
                 latter
                 ,
              
               
                 Some
                 the
                 first
                 ,
                 and
                 some
                 said
                 neither
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 some
                 affirm'd
                 ,
                 they
                 knew
                 not
                 whether
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 There
                 was
                 ,
                 among
                 the
                 rest
                 ,
                 a
                 fellow
              
               
                 Of
                 swarthy
                 hue
                 ,
                 enclin'd
                 to
                 yellow
                 ;
              
               
                 His
                 hide
                 enambled
                 with
                 itch
                 was
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 just
                 splea-footed
                 ,
                 like
                 a
                 Witch
                 was
                 :
              
               
                 He
                 was
                 both
                 broad
                 and
                 tall
                 of
                 person
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 a
                 long
                 Sword
                 behind
                 his
                 Arse
                 on
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 he
                 said
                 was
                 to
                 serve
                 the
                 King
                 ;
              
               
                 Some
                 think
                 he
                 meant
                 another
                 thing
                 :
              
               
                 However
                 he
                 was
                 such
                 a
                 person
              
               
                 'T
                 was
                 thought
                 among
                 them
                 all
                 was
                 scarce
                 one
              
               
                 Who
                 better
                 understood
                 how
                 things
                 went
                 ,
              
               
               
                 What
                 Rumps
                 and
                 Presbytries
                 disigns
                 meant
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 the
                 Kings
                 too
                 ,
                 it
                 's
                 known
                 he
              
               
                 Had
                 sometime
                 served
                 all
                 the
                 three
                 .
              
               
                 They
                 all
                 conjured
                 then
                 alone
                 him
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 he
                 would
                 take
                 the
                 speech
                 upon
                 him
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 finally
                 decide
                 the
                 matter
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 had
                 the
                 worst
                 ,
                 who
                 had
                 the
                 better
                 :
              
               
                 Which
                 unto
                 him
                 would
                 be
                 but
                 small
                 pains
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 under
                 all
                 had
                 made
                 no
                 small
                 gains
                 :
              
               
                 At
                 which
                 requist
                 the
                 Cacodaemon
              
               
                 Upon
                 him
                 took
                 to
                 be
                 Palemon
                 .
              
               
                 While
                 Advocats
                 of
                 both
                 the
                 Parties
              
               
                 With
                 earnest
                 and
                 with
                 piercing
                 heart
                 eyes
              
               
                 Expect
                 his
                 doome
                 ,
                 like
                 Nero
                 praying
              
               
                 For
                 justice
                 to
                 his
                 Fidle
                 playing
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 It
                 's
                 sport
                 ,
                 quoth
                 he
                 ,
                 to
                 be
                 Spectators
              
               
                 To
                 such
                 a
                 pair
                 of
                 Gladiators
                 :
              
               
                 To
                 see
                 how
                 they
                 on
                 other
                 thump
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 the
                 Lay-elders
                 ,
                 he
                 the
                 Rump
                 ,
              
               
                 Others
                 affront
                 with
                 such
                 disgraces
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 so
                 throw
                 dung
                 on
                 others
                 faces
                 .
              
               
                 When
                 thieves
                 reekon
                 ,
                 it
                 's
                 oft-times
                 known
              
               
                 That
                 honest
                 people
                 get
                 their
                 own
                 .
              
               
               
                 By
                 sad
                 experience
                 found
                 it
                 was
                 ,
                 how
              
               
                 That
                 both
                 these
                 parties
                 ,
                 
                   pari
                   passu
                
              
               
                 Had
                 ruine
                 brought
                 ,
                 and
                 desolations
              
               
                 On
                 their
                 own
                 ,
                 and
                 their
                 neighbours
                 Nations
                 :
              
               
                 When
                 one
                 the
                 other
                 had
                 ov'rcome
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 trode
                 all
                 under
                 foot
                 at
                 home
                 ,
              
               
                 Then
                 they
                 send
                 out
                 their
                 wooden
                 high-towers
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 trouble
                 the
                 repose
                 of
                 Neighbours
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 some
                 times
                 hither
                 ,
                 some
                 times
                 thither
                 ,
              
               
                 Set
                 Europe
                 by
                 the
                 ears
                 together
                 :
              
               
                 That
                 troubled
                 with
                 their
                 mutual
                 factions
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 might
                 not
                 pry
                 into
                 their
                 actions
                 :
              
               
                 Which
                 were
                 ,
                 as
                 all
                 the
                 World
                 doth
                 ken
                 ,
              
               
                 Abhorred
                 both
                 by
                 God
                 and
                 men
                 .
              
               
                 Nought
                 more
                 secureth
                 desperat
                 matters
                 ,
              
               
                 Then
                 fishing
                 doth
                 in
                 troubled
                 waters
                 .
              
               
                 By
                 such
                 like
                 policy
                 and
                 slight
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 brought
                 their
                 power
                 to
                 such
                 a
                 hight
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 
                   Denmark
                   ,
                   Holland
                   ,
                   France
                
                 ,
                 and
                 Spain
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 Sweden
                 did
                 strive
                 with
                 might
                 and
                 main
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 humble
                 and
                 submissive
                 speeches
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 get
                 the
                 first
                 kiss
                 of
                 their
                 Breeches
                 .
              
               
                 They
                 brought
                 upon
                 all
                 such
                 a
                 terror
                 ,
              
               
                 All
                 seem'd
                 to
                 idolize
                 their
                 error
                 ,
              
               
               
                 But
                 thanks
                 to
                 God
                 ,
                 and
                 Albemarle
                 ,
              
               
                 We
                 now
                 delivered
                 are
                 from
                 peril
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 But
                 none
                 to
                 thee
                 ,
                 reply'd
                 the
                 Squire
                 ,
              
               
                 (
                 His
                 breast
                 so
                 filled
                 was
                 with
                 ire
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 's
                 eyes
                 both
                 sparkled
                 and
                 scintilled
                 )
              
               
                 Like
                 Wolf
                 ,
                 or
                 Wild-cat
                 ,
                 when
                 it
                 's
                 killed
                 .
              
               
                 It
                 's
                 known
                 thou
                 didst
                 what
                 e're
                 thou
                 could
                 ,
              
               
                 (
                 But
                 yet
                 not
                 so
                 much
                 as
                 thou
                 would
                 )
              
               
                 To
                 make
                 us
                 still
                 under
                 that
                 peril
              
               
                 which
                 was
                 remov'd
                 by
                 Albemarle
                 .
              
               
                 To
                 prospering
                 King
                 loyal
                 to
                 wonder
                 ,
              
               
                 Still
                 traitor
                 to
                 him
                 when
                 at
                 under
                 .
              
               
                 VVhen
                 thou
                 ,
                 at
                 playing
                 with
                 both
                 hands
                 ,
              
               
                 Has
                 got
                 Inheritance
                 and
                 Lands
                 ,
              
               
                 Thou
                 takes
                 upon
                 thee
                 now
                 to
                 teach
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 like
                 a
                 Fox
                 ,
                 to
                 Lambs
                 doth
                 Preach
                 .
              
               
                 That
                 both
                 of
                 us
                 did
                 desolations
              
               
                 And
                 ruine
                 bring
                 upon
                 the
                 Nations
                 ,
              
               
                 I
                 answer
                 ,
                 both
                 did
                 mischief
                 bring
                 ,
              
               
                 VVe
                 by
                 mistake
                 ,
                 they
                 by
                 design
                 :
              
               
                 VVhen
                 all
                 is
                 true
                 thou
                 say'st
                 ,
                 yet
                 that
                 's
                 but
              
               
                 Like
                 Monkeys
                 Chesnuts
                 ,
                 with
                 a
                 Cats
                 foot
              
               
                 Pulling
                 from
                 Ashes
                 ,
                 or
                 from
                 Embers
                 :
              
               
               
                 Bathrons
                 for
                 grief
                 of
                 scoarched
                 members
                 ,
              
               
                 Doth
                 fall
                 a
                 suffing
                 ,
                 and
                 meawing
                 ,
              
               
                 While
                 Monkeys
                 are
                 the
                 Chesnuts
                 Chewing
                 :
              
               
                 Yet
                 more
                 by
                 policy
                 then
                 force
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 made
                 our
                 Brethren
                 ,
                 Foot
                 and
                 Horse
              
               
                 To
                 pull
                 them
                 Chesnuts
                 from
                 the
                 fire
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 wealth
                 and
                 power
                 to
                 them
                 acquire
                 :
              
               
                 By
                 which
                 they
                 did
                 all
                 Europ
                 toss
                 ,
              
               
                 While
                 we
                 got
                 infamy
                 and
                 loss
                 .
              
               
                 Though
                 I
                 should
                 teeth
                 beat
                 ,
                 like
                 a
                 Tabor
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 tongue
                 ,
                 I
                 fear
                 I
                 lose
                 my
                 labour
                 .
              
               
                 We
                 by
                 experience
                 do
                 find
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 a
                 proud
                 stubborn
                 froward
                 mind
              
               
                 With
                 prejudice
                 intoxicated
                 ,
              
               
                 Can
                 hardly
                 be
                 indoctrinated
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 yet
                 my
                 labour
                 's
                 not
                 mispent
                 ,
              
               
                 If
                 any
                 be
                 indifferent
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 'l
                 find
                 ,
                 as
                 Sun
                 doth
                 shine
                 in
                 clear
                 day
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 we
                 were
                 only
                 Rogues
                 by
                 hear-say
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 fools
                 indeed
                 ,
                 which
                 we
                 will
                 mend
              
               
                 When
                 we
                 grow
                 wiser
                 ,
                 there
                 's
                 an
                 end
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 now
                 I
                 straight
                 will
                 to
                 the
                 King
                 ,
              
               
                 Discharge
                 the
                 Message
                 which
                 I
                 bring
                 :
              
               
                 Perhaps
                 his
                 Majesty
                 will
                 grant
                 ,
              
               
               
                 If
                 well
                 informed
                 ,
                 what
                 we
                 want
                 .
              
               
                 However
                 ,
                 I
                 hope
                 he
                 will
                 not
                 fail
              
               
                 To
                 hear
                 till
                 I
                 tell
                 out
                 my
                 tale
                 .
              
               
                 Though
                 others
                 foam
                 ,
                 and
                 fret
                 ,
                 and
                 chaff
                 ,
              
               
                 I
                 hope
                 his
                 Majestie
                 will
                 saff
                 .
              
               
                 Having
                 this
                 spoke
                 ,
                 his
                 Horse
                 he
                 switches
                 ,
              
               
                 First
                 on
                 the
                 Snowt
                 ,
                 then
                 on
                 the
                 Breeches
                 ;
              
               
                 Who
                 half
                 a
                 sleep
                 ,
                 at
                 last
                 was
                 got
              
               
                 With
                 much
                 difficulty
                 to
                 trot
                 .
              
               
                 Yet
                 some
                 times
                 paus'd
                 he
                 in
                 the
                 middle
                 ,
              
               
                 Like
                 Cadance
                 keepers
                 to
                 a
                 Fiddle
                 ;
              
               
                 With
                 rest
                 alternative
                 ,
                 and
                 motion
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Squire
                 rides
                 on
                 with
                 great
                 devotion
                 ,
              
               
                 Till
                 he
                 came
                 to
                 his
                 journeys
                 end
                 ,
              
               
                 H'alights
                 ,
                 and
                 doth
                 not
                 long
                 attend
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 some
                 there
                 came
                 ,
                 who
                 did
                 him
                 bring
              
               
                 Straight
                 to
                 the
                 presence
                 of
                 the
                 King
                 ;
              
               
                 Whom
                 he
                 espying
                 ,
                 bow'd
                 his
                 knee
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 said
                 ,
                 if
                 't
                 please
                 your
                 Majestie
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 sun
                 indifferently
                 on
                 all
                 shines
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 well
                 on
                 low
                 Shrubs
                 ,
                 as
                 on
                 tall
                 Pines
                 :
              
               
                 God
                 hears
                 the
                 cry's
                 of
                 rich
                 and
                 poor
                 :
              
               
                 Wise
                 Solomon
                 ,
                 to
                 right
                 a
                 Whore
              
               
               
                 Resolv'd
                 a
                 doubt
                 ,
                 to
                 all
                 mens
                 wonder
                 ,
              
               
                 Feigning
                 to
                 cleave
                 the
                 child
                 asunder
                 .
              
               
                 Your
                 Majesties
                 wisdom
                 inherent
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 goodness
                 ,
                 who
                 are
                 Gods
                 Vicegerent
                 ,
              
               
                 Will
                 not
                 disdain
                 to
                 hear
                 complaints
              
               
                 Of
                 us
                 ,
                 though
                 but
                 rejectaments
                 .
              
               
                 Ye'll
                 hear
                 me
                 ,
                 Sir
                 ,
                 defend
                 our
                 Cause
                 ,
              
               
                 Though
                 it
                 be
                 contrare
                 to
                 the
                 Laws
                 :
              
               
                 That
                 ye
                 may
                 solve
                 that
                 Gordian
                 knot
                 ,
              
               
                 If
                 we
                 be
                 Rebells
                 ,
                 and
                 if
                 not
                 ;
              
               
                 If
                 we
                 be
                 fools
                 ,
                 wh'affirms
                 we
                 're
                 neither
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 is
                 a
                 liar
                 ,
                 though
                 my
                 Father
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 'le
                 use
                 no
                 speech
                 with
                 Art
                 besprinkled
                 ,
              
               
                 Like
                 Fairding
                 on
                 a
                 face
                 that
                 's
                 wrinkled
                 :
              
               
                 Without
                 Rhetoricating
                 fond
                 shows
                 ,
              
               
                 While
                 I
                 speak
                 ,
                 Sir
                 ,
                 as
                 't
                 in
                 the
                 ground
                 grows
                 ,
              
               
                 If
                 ye
                 a
                 gracious
                 ear
                 afford
                 ,
              
               
                 Shame
                 fall
                 me
                 if
                 I
                 lie
                 a
                 word
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Most
                 men
                 affirm
                 ,
                 they
                 do
                 not
                 see
                 what
              
               
                 We
                 Non-Conformists
                 now
                 would
                 be
                 at
                 :
              
               
                 That
                 we
                 're
                 more
                 sundred
                 in
                 opinions
                 ,
              
               
                 Then
                 are
                 the
                 King
                 of
                 Spains
                 Dominions
                 :
              
               
                 Then
                 gazers
                 on
                 the
                 late
                 new
                 Star
                 were
                 ,
              
               
               
                 Then
                 the
                 Commanders
                 at
                 Dunbar
                 were
                 .
              
               
                 Then
                 Lawyers
                 and
                 Physicians
                 Counsels
                 ,
              
               
                 Then
                 Wives
                 who
                 Kail
                 and
                 Herbs
                 in
                 Town
                 sells
                 ;
              
               
                 Canvassing
                 things
                 in
                 Church
                 and
                 State
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 drink
                 has
                 set
                 aloft
                 our
                 Pate
                 .
              
               
                 Where
                 once
                 w'agree
                 ,
                 three
                 times
                 we
                 squable
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 doth
                 a
                 Bag-pipe's
                 Base
                 and
                 Treble
                 .
              
               
                 One
                 fears
                 that
                 which
                 another
                 hopes
                 for
                 ,
              
               
                 Like
                 Cardinals
                 ,
                 when
                 they
                 make
                 Popes
                 ,
                 or
              
               
                 Like
                 Heirs
                 of
                 Line
                 ,
                 or
                 Heirs
                 of
                 Tailzies
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 Gild
                 ,
                 or
                 Tradesmen
                 making
                 Bailzies
                 .
              
               
                 Now
                 whether
                 these
                 be
                 rants
                 and
                 flaws
                 ,
              
               
                 Devis'd
                 ,
                 Sir
                 ,
                 to
                 defame
                 our
                 Cause
                 ;
              
               
                 Or
                 whether
                 there
                 be
                 something
                 in
                 it
                 ,
              
               
                 Hear
                 out
                 my
                 Tale
                 ,
                 now
                 I
                 begin
                 it
                 :
              
               
                 If
                 I
                 conjecture
                 not
                 amiss
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 marrow
                 of
                 the
                 matter
                 's
                 this
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Some
                 while
                 ago
                 ,
                 Sir
                 ,
                 I
                 was
                 sent
              
               
                 Your
                 Majesty
                 to
                 complement
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 beg
                 some
                 Preachers
                 which
                 we
                 wanted
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 ere
                 I
                 came
                 ,
                 Sir
                 ,
                 they
                 were
                 granted
                 :
              
               
                 When
                 all
                 expected
                 thanks
                 most
                 hearty
              
               
                 To
                 you
                 ,
                 from
                 all
                 the
                 godly
                 party
                 ;
              
               
               
                 I
                 was
                 informed
                 by
                 a
                 Letter
                 ,
              
               
                 Were
                 grown
                 the
                 Devil
                 a
                 whit
                 the
                 better
                 .
              
               
                 Our
                 old
                 blind
                 zeal
                 within
                 us
                 still
                 bides
                 ,
              
               
                 We
                 haunt
                 Conventicles
                 on
                 Hill-sides
                 ,
              
               
                 Gives
                 to
                 our
                 Preachers
                 blows
                 and
                 knocks
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 which
                 we
                 'r
                 put
                 in
                 Irons
                 and
                 Stocks
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 wondred
                 what
                 the
                 matter
                 meant
                 ,
              
               
                 I
                 thought
                 ,
                 Sir
                 ,
                 that
                 the
                 Devil
                 was
                 in
                 't
                 ,
              
               
                 At
                 length
                 I
                 was
                 inform'd
                 of
                 new
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 fault
                 was
                 only
                 of
                 a
                 few
                 ;
              
               
                 Not
                 of
                 us
                 all
                 ,
                 and
                 these
                 we
                 ken
              
               
                 Have
                 ever
                 been
                 
                   John
                   Thomsons
                
                 men
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 is
                 still
                 ruled
                 by
                 their
                 Wives
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 carping
                 at
                 some
                 Preachers
                 lives
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 reading
                 their
                 erroneous
                 Books
                 ,
              
               
                 Oppugning
                 Doctrine
                 Orthodox
                 :
              
               
                 Cry'd
                 out
                 ,
                 Prophanity
                 and
                 Atheism
                 ,
              
               
                 Gross
                 Popery
                 and
                 Arminianism
              
               
                 Is
                 brought
                 upon
                 us
                 by
                 the
                 Prelats
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 such
                 expressions
                 ,
                 those
                 Shee-zealots
              
               
                 Wrought
                 so
                 upon
                 their
                 Husbands
                 fancy
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 they
                 from
                 Fever
                 fell
                 to
                 Frenzy
                 ,
              
               
                 Threw
                 at
                 their
                 Preachers
                 Stones
                 and
                 Clods
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 setters
                 up
                 of
                 other
                 Gods
                 ,
              
               
               
                 As
                 
                   Baal
                   ,
                   Beelzebub
                
                 ,
                 and
                 Dagon
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Apocalyptick
                 Whore
                 and
                 Dragon
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Though
                 such
                 proceedings
                 be
                 half
                 treason
                 ,
              
               
                 Yet
                 to
                 inform
                 you
                 there
                 is
                 reason
                 :
              
               
                 If
                 any
                 introduce
                 the
                 Schisme
              
               
                 Of
                 Popery
                 ,
                 or
                 Arminianisme
                 .
              
               
                 That
                 Popes
                 ,
                 Sir
                 ,
                 are
                 most
                 dangerous
                 things
              
               
                 To
                 Princes
                 ,
                 Emperours
                 ,
                 and
                 Kings
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 set
                 their
                 feet
                 upon
                 their
                 neck
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 make
                 them
                 ,
                 Sir
                 ,
                 kneel
                 down
                 and
                 beck
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 hold
                 their
                 Sirrop
                 when
                 they
                 ride
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 run
                 like
                 Lackeys
                 at
                 their
                 side
                 :
              
               
                 They
                 make
                 them
                 bow
                 down
                 mouth
                 and
                 nose
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 kiss
                 ,
                 and
                 smell
                 ,
                 their
                 sweaty
                 toes
                 :
              
               
                 Makes
                 them
                 stand
                 bare-foot
                 at
                 their
                 Gates
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 buy
                 their
                 peace
                 at
                 monstrous
                 rates
                 .
              
               
                 They
                 must
                 have
                 from
                 them
                 power
                 all
                 ,
              
               
                 Both
                 spritual
                 and
                 temporal
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 they
                 'l
                 hunt
                 men
                 to
                 cut
                 their
                 throats
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 blow
                 them
                 up
                 with
                 Powder
                 plots
                 ;
              
               
                 As
                 both
                 your
                 Grand-fathers
                 can
                 tell
                 ,
              
               
                 Yea
                 ,
                 they
                 will
                 curse
                 their
                 souls
                 to
                 hell
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 give
                 their
                 Kingdoms
                 to
                 another
                 ,
              
               
               
                 Who
                 pays
                 most
                 to
                 their
                 Bastards
                 Mother
                 ,
              
               
                 It
                 's
                 long
                 since
                 for
                 the
                 Holy
                 Ghost
              
               
                 At
                 
                   Rome
                   Olympias
                
                 rul'd
                 the
                 Rost
                 :
              
               
                 Who
                 think
                 the
                 practice
                 far
                 more
                 sweeter
              
               
                 Of
                 
                   Simon
                   Magus
                
                 ,
                 then
                 
                   Simon
                   Peter
                
                 .
              
               
                 That
                 I
                 speak
                 truth
                 ,
                 Sir
                 ,
                 within
                 measure
                 ,
              
               
                 Appears
                 by
                 
                   Don
                   '
                   Olympias
                
                 Treasure
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 next
                 Successor
                 of
                 St.
                 Peter
              
               
                 Thought
                 he
                 could
                 take
                 a
                 course
                 no
                 fitter
                 ,
              
               
                 Then
                 part
                 the
                 Simoniack
                 pelf
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 take
                 the
                 one
                 half
                 to
                 himself
                 .
              
               
                 Then
                 said
                 one
                 ,
                 though
                 a
                 Conclave
                 Brother
                 ,
              
               
                 It
                 went
                 from
                 one
                 Thief
                 to
                 another
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Strange
                 !
                 any
                 Orthodox
                 Divine
              
               
                 Should
                 doubt
                 who
                 is
                 the
                 Man
                 of
                 Sin
                 ?
              
               
                 Which
                 questionless
                 they
                 had
                 not
                 done
                 ,
              
               
                 If
                 they
                 had
                 read
                 on
                 Paul
                 and
                 John
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 paints
                 him
                 in
                 their
                 Prophesies
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 they
                 had
                 seen
                 him
                 with
                 their
                 eyes
                 .
              
               
                 What
                 e're
                 Divine
                 of
                 your
                 Dominions
              
               
                 Vents
                 to
                 the
                 world
                 such
                 opinions
                 ,
              
               
                 Let
                 them
                 be
                 Gold
                 ,
                 let
                 them
                 be
                 Glass
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 Serpent
                 lurks
                 within
                 the
                 Grass
                 .
              
               
               
                 It
                 's
                 thought
                 the
                 Earl
                 of
                 
                 Wiltshire's
                 Spaniel
              
               
                 Knew
                 Antichrist
                 ,
                 foretold
                 by
                 Daniel
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 Paul
                 and
                 John
                 ,
                 better
                 then
                 they
              
               
                 Who
                 study
                 Scripture
                 every
                 day
                 .
              
               
                 When
                 that
                 the
                 Pope
                 held
                 out
                 his
                 foot
              
               
                 For
                 to
                 be
                 kissed
                 round
                 about
                 ,
              
               
                 Wond'ring
                 to
                 see
                 the
                 Carle
                 so
                 vain
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 snatch'd
                 it
                 till
                 he
                 piss'd
                 again
                 .
              
               
                 This
                 much
                 of
                 those
                 erroneous
                 Books
                 ,
              
               
                 Oppugning
                 Doctrine
                 Orthodox
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Next
                 ,
                 Sir
                 ,
                 as
                 for
                 those
                 Preachers
                 lives
                 ,
              
               
                 So
                 much
                 cry'd
                 out
                 on
                 by
                 our
                 Wives
                 ,
              
               
                 All
                 the
                 account
                 that
                 I
                 can
                 give
                 on
                 't
              
               
                 Is
                 ,
                 that
                 my
                 Minnie
                 hath
                 the
                 lave
                 on
                 't
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 wish
                 them
                 keep
                 a
                 sober
                 diet
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 ,
                 if
                 they
                 drink
                 ,
                 Sir
                 ,
                 keep
                 it
                 quiet
                 :
              
               
                 If
                 openly
                 they
                 haunt
                 the
                 Brewers
                 ,
              
               
                 We
                 'll
                 not
                 secure
                 them
                 from
                 stone-throwers
                 ▪
              
               
                 We
                 cannot
                 help
                 it
                 for
                 our
                 life
                 ,
              
               
                 Sir
                 ,
                 who
                 can
                 rule
                 a
                 Lawless
                 Wife
                 ?
              
               
                 To
                 make
                 a
                 willful
                 Wife
                 her
                 fits
                 mend
                 ,
              
               
                 Would
                 put
                 your self
                 ,
                 Sir
                 ,
                 to
                 your
                 wits
                 end
                 .
              
               
                 Though
                 they
                 cause
                 whip
                 them
                 through
                 the
                 Town
                 ,
              
               
               
                 Though
                 they
                 them
                 hang
                 ,
                 though
                 they
                 them
                 drown
                 ,
              
               
                 Seing
                 Priests
                 drunk
                 at
                 third
                 Bell
                 ringing
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 'l
                 up
                 with
                 stones
                 ,
                 and
                 fall
                 a
                 slinging
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 And
                 thus
                 ,
                 Sir
                 ,
                 I
                 have
                 shew'd
                 you
                 how
              
               
                 The
                 fault
                 is
                 only
                 of
                 a
                 few
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 not
                 of
                 all
                 ,
                 and
                 their
                 defence
              
               
                 Is
                 ,
                 that
                 they
                 follow
                 Conscience
                 :
              
               
                 If
                 it
                 be
                 so
                 ,
                 by
                 Bishops
                 leaves
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 cannot
                 well
                 be
                 called
                 knaves
                 :
              
               
                 What
                 e're
                 they
                 be
                 ,
                 it
                 may
                 be
                 said
                 ,
              
               
                 Knaves
                 never
                 yet
                 a
                 Conscience
                 had
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 that
                 a
                 greater
                 slander
                 refels
                 ,
              
               
                 If
                 they
                 be
                 no
                 knayes
                 ,
                 they
                 'r
                 no
                 rebels
                 :
              
               
                 I
                 doubt
                 any
                 Logician
                 can
              
               
                 A
                 rebel
                 prove
                 an
                 honest
                 man.
              
               
                 What
                 are
                 they
                 then
                 ?
                 wee
                 need
                 n'advise
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 'r
                 poor
                 folks
                 ,
                 large
                 as
                 daft
                 as
                 wise
                 .
              
               
                 If
                 they
                 be
                 such
                 ,
                 and
                 wish
                 you
                 well
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 others
                 of
                 their
                 actions
                 tell
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 in
                 the
                 English
                 Troupers
                 faces
              
               
                 They
                 you
                 remembred
                 in
                 their
                 Graces
                 .
              
               
                 That
                 there
                 may
                 be
                 a
                 solid
                 peace
                 ,
              
               
               
                 Remove
                 the
                 cause
                 ,
                 th'
                 effect
                 will
                 cease
                 .
              
               
                 Take
                 notice
                 of
                 those
                 whimsey
                 Books
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 in
                 effect
                 are
                 heterodox
                 .
              
               
                 If
                 once
                 those
                 Preachers
                 mend
                 their
                 lives
                 ,
              
               
                 There
                 will
                 be
                 no
                 Stone-throwing
                 Wives
                 .
              
               
                 Forbid
                 them
                 scandalize
                 the
                 Leidges
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 drinking
                 healths
                 to
                 Ports
                 and
                 Bridges
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 :
                 Whore
                 of
                 Babel
                 ,
                 and
                 to
                 Giggs
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 to
                 preveen
                 complaints
                 of
                 Whiggs
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 scratch
                 their
                 skin
                 ,
                 cut
                 Caps
                 and
                 Cloaths
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 swear
                 't
                 was
                 Whiggs
                 ,
                 with
                 monstrous
                 oaths
              
               
                 But
                 see
                 misfortune
                 and
                 mishap
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 scratch
                 of
                 Skin
                 ,
                 and
                 cut
                 of
                 Cap
              
               
                 Examined
                 to
                 strictest
                 rigours
                 ,
              
               
                 Had
                 different
                 Geometrick
                 Figures
                 .
              
               
                 Though
                 Cap
                 was
                 hither
                 mov'd
                 and
                 thither
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 wounds
                 could
                 ne're
                 agree
                 together
                 .
              
               
                 Such
                 scandal
                 makes
                 the
                 Gospel
                 stink
                 ,
              
               
                 Such
                 Books
                 and
                 Priests
                 remov'd
                 ,
                 I
                 think
              
               
                 We
                 'll
                 keep
                 the
                 nine
                 and
                 twenty
                 
                 May-day
                 ,
              
               
                 On
                 Thursday
                 ,
                 Saturnday
                 ,
                 or
                 Friday
                 ;
              
               
                 On
                 Tuesday
                 ,
                 Wednesday
                 ,
                 and
                 Munday
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 any
                 other
                 day
                 but
                 Sunday
                 .
              
               
                 Yea
                 ,
                 Sir
                 ,
                 when
                 ye
                 have
                 ought
                 adoe
                 ,
              
               
               
                 To
                 hazard
                 lives
                 and
                 fortunes
                 too
                 .
              
               
                 We
                 will
                 be
                 ready
                 at
                 your
                 call
                 ,
              
               
                 Else
                 plague
                 of
                 God
                 upon
                 us
                 all
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Observing
                 how
                 they
                 all
                 espy'd
                 him
                 ,
              
               
                 Cheifly
                 how
                 all
                 the
                 Ladies
                 ey'd
                 him
                 ;
              
               
                 Was
                 none
                 among
                 them
                 all
                 so
                 coy
                 ,
              
               
                 Whom
                 he
                 had
                 not
                 made
                 laugh
                 for
                 joy
                 :
              
               
                 Believing
                 ,
                 of
                 them
                 all
                 was
                 scarce
                 one
              
               
                 That
                 honoured
                 not
                 his
                 parts
                 and
                 person
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 ears
                 begins
                 to
                 prick
                 ,
                 and
                 neigh
                 too
                 ,
              
               
                 Just
                 like
                 a
                 Ston'd
                 Horse
                 in
                 a
                 Meadow
                 :
              
               
                 Yet
                 curbing
                 ,
                 as
                 he
                 could
                 ,
                 his
                 passion
                 ,
              
               
                 Till
                 he
                 should
                 better
                 learn
                 the
                 fashion
                 :
              
               
                 He
                 made
                 a
                 Congee
                 ,
                 and
                 got
                 him
                 down
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 see
                 the
                 rar'ties
                 of
                 the
                 Town
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 How
                 he
                 did
                 visit
                 Bedlam
                 fool-men
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 disputed
                 with
                 
                 Gresham-School-men
                 ;
              
               
                 Discoursing
                 of
                 their
                 Pigs
                 and
                 Whistles
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 strange
                 experiments
                 of
                 Musscls
                 ,
              
               
                 Of
                 Resurections
                 of
                 Ratts
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 of
                 the
                 Language
                 us'd
                 by
                 Catts
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 in
                 the
                 night
                 they
                 go
                 a
                 Cating
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 fall
                 a
                 scolding
                 and
                 a
                 prating
                 :
              
               
               
                 Of
                 their
                 blood
                 borrowing
                 and
                 lending
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 all
                 the
                 Ancients
                 wisdom
                 mending
                 ;
              
               
                 Perhaps
                 ye'll
                 hear
                 another
                 time
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 I
                 want
                 Money
                 and
                 get
                 Rhime
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 have
                 no
                 leasure
                 for
                 it
                 now
                 .
              
               
                 Let
                 it
                 suffice
                 ,
                 to
                 tell
                 you
                 how
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 going
                 home-wards
                 near
                 to
                 High-gate
                 ,
              
               
                 His
                 Muse
                 had
                 on
                 her
                 such
                 a
                 gay
                 foot
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 seeing
                 London
                 flee
                 his
                 view
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 stands
                 ,
                 and
                 bids
                 it
                 thus
                 ,
                 Adieu
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 From
                 hard
                 Calamities
                 of
                 Wars
                 ,
              
               
                 and
                 ruines
                 caus'd
                 by
                 fire
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 noble
                 work
                 thou
                 dost
                 arise
                 ,
              
               
                 like
                 Phenix
                 fromit's
                 Sire
                 .
              
               
                 How
                 stately
                 Buildings
                 thee
                 adorn
                 .
              
               
                 and
                 Towers
                 which
                 smite
                 the
                 Sky
                 ,
              
               
                 Whose
                 Bells
                 do
                 ,
                 by
                 their
                 melody
                 ,
              
               
                 Apollo's
                 Harp
                 out-vy
                 .
              
               
                 More
                 famous
                 ,
                 skilful
                 Artisans
                 ,
              
               
                 the
                 world
                 never
                 had
                 :
              
               
                 Thy
                 Merchands
                 worth
                 Nobilitates
                 ,
              
               
                 the
                 wealth
                 he
                 gets
                 by
                 Trade
                 .
              
               
                 Thy
                 Bishops
                 zeal
                 and
                 Pietie
                 
                 up
                 through
                 the
                 Heavens
                 do
                 flee
                 ;
              
               
                 Thy
                 Magistrats
                 ,
                 who
                 thee
                 govern
                 ,
                 might
                 Roman
                 Consuls
                 be
                 .
              
               
                 Immortal
                 vertues
                 eloquence
                 ,
                 and
                 deep
                 insight
                 of
                 mind
                 ;
              
               
                 Thy
                 Muses
                 ,
                 those
                 of
                 Pallas
                 Town
                 are
                 not
                 a
                 jot
                 behind
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 as
                 the
                 Sun
                 ,
                 unto
                 the
                 world
                 communicats
                 his
                 light
                 ;
              
               
                 So
                 by
                 thy
                 Kings
                 resplendant
                 beams
                 ,
                 brave
                 Town
                 ,
                 thou
                 shines
                 so
                 bright
                 .
              
               
                 So
                 Rome
                 arose
                 ,
                 after
                 the
                 Gaules
                 had
                 it
                 destroy'd
                 by
                 flame
                 .
              
               
                 Till
                 in
                 the
                 end
                 ,
                 the
                 worlds
                 bounds
                 and
                 Romes
                 ,
                 did
                 prove
                 the
                 same
                 .
              
               
                 London
                 ,
                 that
                 path
                 by
                 the
                 begun
                 ,
                 if
                 thou
                 insist
                 upon
                 ,
              
               
                 Strange
                 ,
                 if
                 the
                 Worlds
                 Empire
                 and
                 thine
                 in
                 end
                 prove
                 not
                 the
                 same
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 now
                 ,
                 thy
                 buildings
                 flee
                 my
                 sight
                 ,
                 thy
                 Towres
                 go
                 out
                 of
                 view
                 ,
              
               
                 Ibid
                 thee
                 then
                 ,
                 with
                 weeping
                 eyes
                 ,
                 most
                 generous
                 Town
                 ,
                 Adieu
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 The
                 same
                 in
                 Latine
                 .
              
               
                 Post
                 diras
                 belli
                 clades
                 ,
                 flammaeque
                 ruinas
                 ,
              
               
                 e
                 cinere
                 ut
                 Phoenix
                 nobile
                 surgis
                 opus
                 .
              
               
                 Quam
                 dicorant
                 Aedes
                 ,
                 ferientes
                 sidere
                 turres
                 ;
              
               
                 pulsibus
                 adjecta
                 cessit
                 Apollo
                 lyra
                 :
              
               
                 Artifices
                 clari
                 majore
                 &
                 acumine
                 nusquam
                 ,
              
               
                 mercator
                 meritis
                 nobilitavit
                 opes
                 ;
              
               
                 Praesulis
                 insignis
                 piet
                 as
                 perfregit
                 Olympum
                 ;
              
               
                 Consulibus
                 potuit
                 Roma
                 vetusta
                 Regi
                 ;
              
               
                 Morihus
                 eloquio
                 ,
                 mentisque
                 indagine
                 musis
                 :
              
               
                 attica
                 non
                 major
                 docta
                 Camaena
                 tuis
                 :
              
               
                 Ut
                 Phaebus
                 mundum
                 perfundit
                 lumine
                 Regis
              
               
                 sic
                 splendes
                 radiis
                 Urbs
                 generosa
                 tui
                 .
              
               
                 Gallica
                 sic
                 crevit
                 post
                 dira
                 incendia
                 Roma
              
               
                 tandem
                 idem
                 limes
                 orbis
                 et
                 urbis
                 erat
                 ▪
              
               
                 Londinum
                 incepto
                 sipergas
                 tramite
                 mirum
                 !
              
               
                 imperium
                 fuerit
                 ni
                 orbis
                 &
                 urbis
                 idem
                 .
              
               
                 Nunc
                 Aedes
                 visum
                 fugiunt
                 ,
                 subsidere
                 turres
              
               
                 aspicio
                 lacrimans
                 ;
                 urbs
                 generosa
                 ,
                 Vale.
                 
              
            
             
               FINIS
               .
            
          
        
         
      
    
     
  

