Written in the year 1654, by Samuel Butler.
HE that would a new courtier be
And of the late coyn’d gentry;
A brother of the prick-eared crew,
Half a presbyter, half a Jew,
When he is dipp’d in Jordan’s flood,
And wash’d his hands in royal blood,
Let him to our court repair,
Where all trades and religions are.
If he can devoutly pray,
Feast upon a fasting day,
Be longer blessing a warm bit
Than the cook was dressing it;
With covenants and oaths dispense,
Betray his lord for forty pence,
Let him, etc.
If he be one of the eating tribe,
Both a Pharisee and a Scribe,
And hath learn’d the snivelling tone
Of a flux’d devotion;
Cursing from his sweating tub
The Cavaliers to Beelzebub,
Let him, etc.
Who sickler than the city ruff,
Can change his brewer’s coat to buff,
His dray-cart to a coach, the beast
Into Flanders mares at least;
Nay, hath the art to murder kings,
Like David, only with his slings,
Let him, etc.
If he can invert the word,
Turning his ploughshare to a sword,
His cassock to a coat of mail;
’Gainst bishops and the clergy rail;
Convert Paul’s church into the mews;
Make a new colonel of old shoes,
Let him, etc.
Who hath commission to convey
Both sexes to _Jamaica_,
There to beget new babes of grace
On wenches hotter than the place,
Who carry in their tails a fire
Will rather scorch than quench desire,
Let him, etc.
THE PARLIAMENT ROUTED,
OR
HERE’S A HOUSE TO BE LET.
I hope that England, after many jarres,
Shall be at peace, and give no way to warres:
O Lord, protect the generall, that he
May be the agent of our unitie.
Written upon the dissolution of the Long Parliament by Cromwell, on the
20th April, 1653, and extracted from the King’s Pamphlets, British
Museum. June 3rd, 1653.
To the tune of “Lucina, or, Merrily and Cherrily.”
CHEARE up, kind countrymen, be not dismay’d,
True news I can tell ye concerning the nation;
Hot spirits are quench’d, the tempest is layd,
(And now we may hope for a good reformation).
The Parliament bold and the counsell of state
Doe wish them beyond sea, or else at Virginie;
For now all their orders are quite out of date,
Twelve Parliament men shall be sold for peny.
Full twelve years and more these rooks they have sat,
To gull and to cozen all true-hearted people;
Our gold and our silver has made them so fat,
That they lookt more big and mighty than Paul’s steeple.
The freedome of subject they much did pretend,
But since they bore sway we never had any;
For every member promoted self-end,
Twelve Parliament men are now sold for one peny.
Their acts and their orders which they have contrived,
Was still in conclusion to multiply riches:
The Common-wealth sweetly by these men have thrived,
As Lancashire did with the juncto of witches. {38}
Oh! our freedome was chain’d to the Egyptian yoak,
As it hath been felt and endured by many,
Still making religion their author and cloak,
Twelve Parliament men shall be sold for a peny.
Both citie and countrey are almost undone
By these caterpillars, which swarm’d in the nation;
Their imps and their goblins did up and downe run,
Excise-men, I meane, all knaves of a fashion:
For all the great treasure that dayly came in,
The souldier wants pay, ’tis well knowne by a many;
To cheat and to cozen they held it no sinne,
Twelve Parliament men shall be sold for a peny.
The land and the livings which these men have had,
’Twould make one admire what use they’ve made of it,
With plate and with jewels they have bin well clad,
The souldier fared hard whilst they got the profit.
Our gold and our silver to Holland they sent,
But being found out, this is knowne by a many,
That no one would owne it for feare of a shent,
Twelve Parliament men are sold for a peny.
’Tis judged by most people that they were the cause
Of England and Holland, their warring together, {39}
Both friends and dear lovers to break civill lawes,
And in cruell manner to kill one another.
What cared they how many did lose their dear lives,
So they by the bargain did get people’s money,
Sitting secure like bees in their hives?
But twelve Parliament men are now sold for a peny.