That reason and privilege in it did grow,
'Twas a breach of his crown and dignity too.
Then came in the women with a long long petition,
To settle militia and damn the commission.
For if fighting continue, they say they did fear,
That men would be scarce, and husbands be dear.
So plainly the speaker the business unties,
That presently all the members did rise.
They had hardly the leisure all things to lay ope,
But some felt in their bellies if they had not a pope.
Some strictly stood to them, and others did fear,
Each carried about them a fierce cavalier.
This business was handled by the close-committee,
That privately met at a place in the city.
So closely to voting the members did fall,
That the humble sisters were overthrown all.
But they and their helpers came short at the last,
Till at length the whole work on prince Griffith was
And he with his troop did handle the matter, [cast.
He pleased every woman, as soon as he came at her.
The business had like to have gone on their side,
Had not Pym persuaded them not to confide;
For rather than peace, to fill the common-wealth,
He said he'd do them every night himself.

THURSDAY.

THIS day a great fart in the house they did hear,
Which made all the members make buttons for fear;
And one makes nine speeches while the business was
hot,
[plot.
And spake through the nose that he smelt out the
He takes it to task, and the articles draws,
As a breach of their own fundamental laws.
Now letters were read which did fully relate
A victory against New-castle of late;
That hundreds were slain, and hundreds did run,
And all this was got ere the battle begun.
This then they resolv'd to make the best on;
And next they resolved upon the question,
That bonfires and praises, the pulpit and steeple,
Must all be suborned to cousen the people.
But the policy was more money to get,
For the conquests dear bought and far enough fet,
Such victories in Ireland, although it be known
They strive to make that land as bad as our own.
No sooner the money for this was brought hither,
But a croud of true letters came flocking together,
How Hotham and's army and others were beaten,
This made the blue members to startle and threaten.
And these by all means must be kept from the city,
And only referred to the privy-committee.
And they presently with an extempore vote,
Which they had used so long, that they learned by
[turn them,
They stil'd them malignant, and to lies they did
Then Corbet in stead of the hangman, must burn
them.

rote,

And he after that an ordinance draws, [cause.
That none should tell truth that disparag'd the
Then Pym like a Pegasus trots up and down,
And takes up an angel to throw down a crown.
He stands like a centaur and makes a long speech,
That came from his mouth, and part from his breech.
He moves for more horse, that the army may be
Part man's flesh and horse flesh, as well as he;
And he'll be a colonel as well as another, [mother.
But durst not ride a horse, 'cause a horse rid his

FRIDAY.

SIR Hugh Chulmley for being no longer a traitor, Was accus'd of treason in the highest nature;

Cause he (as they bade him) his soldiers did bring,
To turn from rebellion and fight for the king.
They voted him out, but, nor they nor their men
Could vote him into the house again.

[charge

Sir David's remonstrance next to them was read,
From the city's round body and Isaac's the head.
'Twas approv'd; but one cause produc'd a denial,
That all traitors be brought to a legal trial.
For 'tis against reason to vote or to do
Against traitors when they are no other but so.
Because about nothing so long they sit still,
They hold it convenient diurnals to fill.
And therefore they gave their chronographer
To stuff it with orders and letters at large.
The king by's prerogative, nor by the law,
Can speak nor print nothing his people to draw.
Yet pennyless pamphleteers they do maintain,
Whose only religion is stipendary gain.
Yet cum privilegio, against king and the state,
The treason that's taught them (like parrots) they
prate.

These hacknies are licens'd whatever they do,
As if they had parliament privilege too.
Thus then they consult, so zealous they are,
To settle the peace of the kingdom by war.
But against civil war their hatred is such, [Dutch.
They had rather the land be destroy'd in a minute,
To prevent it they'll bring in the Scots and the
Than abide any thing that has loyalty in it;
And yet their rebellion so neatly they trim,
They fight for the king, but they mean for king Pym.
These all to fight for, and maintain are sent
The laws of England, but New-England is meant.
And though such disorders are broke in of late,
They keep it the anagram still of a state.
For still they are plotting such riches to bring
To make Charles a rich and glorious king.
And by this rebellion this good they will do him,
They'll forfeit all their estates unto him.
No clergy must meddle in spiritual affairs,
But Layton ne'er heard of it, losing his ears,
To a spiritual gaoler's place he must rise.
For that he might be deaf to the prisoners' cries,
The rest have good reason for what they shall do,
For they are both clergy and laity too.
Or else at the best when the question is stated,
They are but mechanics newly translated.
They may be committees to practise their bawling,
For stealing of horse is spiritual calling.

The reason why people our martyrs adore, [more. 'Cause their ears being cut off their fame sounds the 'Twas order'd the goods of malignants and lands, Shall be shar'd among them, and took into their

hands.

They have spirits for more malignants to come,
That every one in the house may have some.
Then down to Guild-hall they return their thanks,
To the fools whom the lottery has cheated with

blanks.

SATURDAY.

Tuis day there came news of the taking a ship,
(To see what strange wonders are wrought in the
That a troop of their horse ran into the sea, [deep.)
And pull'd out a ship alive to the key.

And after much prating and fighting they say,
The ropes sery'd for traces to draw her away.
Sure these were sea-horses, or else by their lying,
They'd make them as famous for swimming as By-

ing.

The rest of the day they spent to bemoan
Their brother the Round-head that to Tyburn was
And could not but think it a barbarous thing, [gone;
To hang him for killing a friend to the king.
He was newly baptized, and held it was good
To be washed, yet not in water, but blood.
They ordered for his honour to cut off his ears,
And make him a martyr, but a zealot appears,
And affirm'd him a martyr, for although 'twas his
fate

To be hang'd, yet he dy'd for the good of the state.
Then all fell to plotting of matters so deep,
That the silent speaker fell down fast asleep.
He recovers himself and rubs up his eyes,
Then motions his house that it was time to rise.
So home they went all, and their business referr'd
To the close-committee by them to be heard;
They took it upon them, but what they did do,
Take notice that none but themselves must know.

POSTSCRIPT.

THUS far we have gone in rhyme to disclose,
What never was utter'd by any in prose.
If any be wanting, 'twas by a mishap,
Because we forgot to weigh't by the map.
For over the kingdom their orders were spread,
They have made the whole body as bad as the head.
And now made such work that all they do,
Is but to read letters and answer them too.
We thought to take finis the end of the story,
But that we shall have no more business for you.
For (as their proceedings do) so shall our pen,
Run roundly from Monday to Monday again.
And since we have begun, our Muse doth intend,
To have (like their votes) no beginning nor end.

ON THE DEMOLISHING THE FORTS.

Is this the end of all the toil,

And labour of the town?

And did our bulwarks rise so high,
Thus low to tumble down?

All things go by contraries now,

We fight to still the nation,

Who build forts to pull down popery,
Pull down for edification.

These independents' tenets, and
Their ways so pleasing be,
Our city won't be bound about,

But stands for liberty.

The popish doctrine shall no more
Prevail within our nation;
For now we see that by our works,
There is no justification.

What an almighty army's this,

How worthy of our praising,

That with one vote can blow down that

All we so long were raising!

Yet let's not wonder at this change,
For thus 'twill be withall,

These works did lift themselves too high,
And pride must have a fall.

And when both houses vote again,
The cavies to be gone,

Nor dare to come witin the lines,
Of communication.

They must reserve the sense or else,
Refer't to the divines,

And they that need sit seven years more
E're they can read those lines.

They went to make a Gotham on't,

For now they did begin
To build these mighty banks about,
To keep the cuckoos in.

Alas what need they take such pains!
For why a cuckoo here,
Might find so many of his mates,

He'll sing here all the year.

Has Isaac our L. Mayor, L. Mayor,

With tradesmen and his wenches,
Spent so much time, and cakes and beer,
To edify these trenches!

All trades did show their skill in this,
Each wife an engineer:
The mayoress took the tool in hand,
The maids the stones did bear.
These bulwarks stood for popery,

And yet we never fear'd 'em,
And now they worship and fall down,
Before those calves that rear'd 'em.

But though for superstition,

The crosses have been down'd,
Who'ld think these works would popish turn,
That ever have been round?

This spoils our palmistry; for when
We'll read the city's fate,

We find nor lines nor crosses now,
As it hath had of late.

No wonder that the aldermen,

Will no more money lend,
When they that in these seven years,
Such learned works have penn'd,

Now to debase their lofty lines,

In which the wits delighted, "Tis thought they'll ne'er turn poets more Because their works are slighted.

These to a doleful tune are set,

For they that in the town,
Did every where cry Up go we,
Now they must sing Down, down.
But if that Tyburn do remain,
When t'other slighted be,
The cits will thither flock and sing,
Hay, hay, then up go we.

THE CLOWN.

Au surra, is't a come to this?
That all our weeze-men do zo miss?
Esdid think zo much avore,
Have we kept vighting here zo long,
To zell our kingdome vor a zong,
O that ever chwor a bore!

Echave a be a cavaliero,

Like most weeze-men that escood heaor, And shoor sdid wish 'um well, But within sdid zee how the did go To cheat the king and country too, Esbid 'um all vorwell.

Thoo whun the club men wor so thick, Esput my zive upon a stick,

And about eswent among 'um,
And by my troth esdid suppose
That they were honester than those
That now do zwear they'll hang 'um.
Was't not enow to make men vite,
When villains come by de and night,
To plunder and undoe 'um,
And garrizons did vet all in,

And steep the country to the skin,
And we zet nothing to 'um?
But we had zoon a scurvy pluck,
The better men the worser luck,

We had knaves and fools among us;
Zome turn'd, zome cowards run away,
And left a vew behind to try,

And bloody rogues to bang us.

But now 'tis a come to a scurvy matter,
Cham in the house of the surgan strater,

That have no grace, nor pitty,

But here they peel, and pole, and squeeze;
And when cha' paid them all their fees,
They turn me to the mittee.
Like furies they zit by three and three,
And all their plots to beggar we,

Like Pilate and the Jews;
And zome do zee that both do know,
Of thick above, and these below,

'Tis not a turd to chose.

But tho' echood redeem my grown,
Es went to London to compown,

And ride through weene and weather,
Estraid there eight and twonty weeks,
And chwor at last zo much to zeek,

As when es vur'st come thither.
There whun's zeed voke to church repair,
Espi'd about vor common-praoer,

But no zuch thing scould zee,
The zed the common'st that was there,
Was vrom a tub or a wicker chair,

They call'd it stumpere.
Es burd 'um pray, and every word,
As the wor sick, they cry'd O Lord,
And thoo ston still agen,
And vor my life escould not know,
Whun they begun or had ado,

But when they zed amen.
They have a new word, 'tis not preach,
Zdo think zome o'me did call it teach,
A trick of their devizing,
And there zo good a nap sdid vet,
Till 'twas adoo, that's past sun-zet,
As if twor but zun rising.
At night zo zoon's chwar into bed,
Sdid all my prayers without book read,
My creed and pater-noster,

Me think zet all their prayers to thick,
And they do go no more aleek,

Than an apple's like an oyster.
Chad nead to watch zo well as pray,
Whun chave to do with zuch as they,
Or else es may go zeek;
They need not bid a monthy vast,
Vor if zoo be these times do last,
Twool come to zeav'n a week.

Es waited there a huges time,
And brib'd thick men to know my crime,
That esmed make my pease,

At last esvown my purse was vat,
And if chwould be reform'd of that,

They wood give me a release.
Esgid 'um bond vor neevescore pown,
Bezides what chad a paid 'um down.

And thoo they made me sweare, Whun chad a reckon'd what my cost are, Es swear'd chood and zit down aloster, Vor by my troth chawr weary.

Thoo when scome home esbote some beass
And chowr in hope we should ha' peace,
Case here's no cavaliers;

But now they zed's a new quandary,
Tween pendents and presbytary,

Cham agast they'll go by the ears..
Esbore in hon 'twould never last,
The mittees did get wealth zo vast,
And gentlemen undoo,

Usd wonderkins toold make one mad,
That three or four livings had,

Now can't tell whare to go.
Cha zeed the time when escood gee,
My dater more than zix of thee:

But now by briles and stortions,
Zome at our wedden ha bestow'd
In gloves more than avore this wood
A made three daters' portions.
One om ow'd me three hundred pown,
Es zend vor zome, he paid it down ;
But within three days ater;

Ech had a ticket to restore
The same agen, and six times more,
Is'nt this a cozning matter!
Whun chood not do't smot to black-rod,
A place was nere a made by God,

And there chowr vain to lye,
Till chad a gidd'n up his bon,
And paid a hundred more in hon,

And thoo smed come away.

Nay now they have a good hon made,
What if the Scots should play the jade,

And keep awy our king?

War they not mad in all these dangers,
To go and trust the king with strangers?
Was ever such a thing?

We ha' nor scrip nor scrole to show,
Whether it be our king or no,

And if they should deny an,
They'll make us vight vor 'n once more,
As well's agaenst'n heretovore,

How can we else come by'n.
They had been better paid 'um down
Their vorty hundred thousand pown,
And zo zet 'um gwine,
Vor cham agast avore thee go,
The'll hav' our grown and mony too,
Cham sore afeard of mine.
Another trick they do devize,
The vive and twonty part and size.
And there at every meeting,
We pay vor wives and childrens pole
More then they'll ever yield us whole,
'Tis abomination cheating.

ON A BUTCHER'S DOG THAT BIT A COMMANDER'S

MARE THAT STOOD TO BE KNIGHT OF A SHIRE.

ALL you that for parliament members do stand
For county, borough or city,

Listen now to my song, which is doleful for and
A lamentable ditty.

For you must take notice that there was a dog,
Nay a mastiff dog (you see),

And if this great dog were ty'd to a great clog,
It had been full happy for we.
And eke there was a great colonel stout,
That had been in many a slaughter,
But this mastiff to eat him was going about,
As you shall hear hereafter.

You bloody malignants why will you still plot?
'Twill bring you to banging you know;
For if this dog had done what he did not,
How had he been us'd I trow!

But happy was it for sweet Westminster
When they went to make their choice;

His commanders and members eke,

And keep him from the teeth of every elector,
That is not able to speak.

And hang all such dogs as their honours do hate,
Let them clear themselves if they can,
For if they be suffered to be in the state,
They'll conspire against horse and man.

THE NEW KNIGHT ERRANT.

Or giants and knights, and their wonderful fights,
We have stories enough in romances, [true,
But I'll tell you one new, that is strange and yet
Though t'other are nothing but fancies.

A knight lately made of the governing trade,
Whose name he'll not have to be known;
Has been trucking with famc, to purchase a name,
For 'tis said he had none of his own.

He by fortune's design, should have been a divine,
And a pillar no doubt of the church;
Whom a sexton (God wot) in the belfry begot,
And his mother did pig in the porch.

And next for his breeding, 'twas learned hogfeeding,
With which he so long did converse, [nature
That his manners and feature, was so like their
You'ld scarce know his sweetness from theirs.

But observe the device of this nobleman's rise,
How he hurried from trade to trade,

[higher

In elections have a voice?

For surely this mastiff, though he was big,
And had been lucky at fighting,

Yet he was not qualify'd worth a fig,
And therefore he fell a biting.

But whom do you think? a thing of great note,
And a worthy commander's mare,

O what a strange battle had there been fought, Had they gone to fight dog, fight bear.

This dog was a leveller in his heart,

Or some tub-preaching cur;

For honour or greatness he car'd not a fart,
And lov'd neither lord nor sir.

For when the commander was mounted on high,
And got above many a brother,

It angred this dog at the guts verily,
To see one man above another.

And therefore he run at him with open mouth,
But it seems the dog was but dull;
He had as good took a bear by the tooth,
As mistook a horse for a bull.

But this plot was discover'd in very good time,
And strangely, as you may perceive,
For the people saw him committing this crime,
And made him his biting leave.
And so they were parted without any harm,
That now any body seeth;

For it seems this dog that made all this alarm,
Did but only show his teeth.

Till at length he a drayman was made.

Then his dray-horse and he, in the streets we did see,
With his hanger, his sling, and his jacket;
Long time he did watch, to meet with his match,
For he'd ever a mind to the placket.

[quoth she,

At length he did find out a trull to his mind,
And Ursula was her name;
"Oh Ursly," quoth he, and "Oh Tom," then
And so they began their game.

But as soon as they met, O such babes they did get,
And blood-royal in 'em did place,

[dam,

From a swineherd they came, a she-bear was their They were suckled as Romulus was.

At last when the rout, with their head did fall out, And the wars thereupon did fall in,

He went to the field with a sword, but no shield,
Strong drink was his buckler within.

But when he did 'spy, how they dropp'd down and
And did hear the bullets to sing;
[die,
His arms he flung down, and run fairly to town,
And exchang'd his sword for his sling.

Yet he claim'd his share, in such honours as were
Belonging to nobler spirits;

That ventur'd their lives, while this buffoon survives
To receive the reward of their merits.
When the wars were all done, he his fighting begun,
And would needs shew his valour in peace,
Then his fury he flings, at poor conquer'd things,
And frets like a hog in his grease.