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And what 's the difference, pray, whether he fall | Ship-money was unjustly ta’en, ye say ;
By the Pope's Bull or your Ox general ? Unjuftlier far, you take the ships away.
Three kingdoms thus you ye strive to make your The High Commission you callid tyranny :

Ye did! good God! what is the High Com. And, like the Pope, usurp a triple crown.

mittee? Such is your faith, such your religion; Ye said that gifts and bribes preferments bought : Let's view your manners now, and then I've By money and blocd too they now are fought. done.

To the king's will, the laws men strove to draw: Your covetousness let gasping Ireland tell, The subje&s' will is now become the law. Where first the Irish lands, and next ye fell 'Twas fear'd a new religion would begin: The English blood, and raise rebellion here All new religions, now, are enter'd iv. With that which should suppress and quench it | The king delinquents to protce did strive: thcre.

What clubs, pikes, halberts, lighters, fav’d the Fire! What mighty sums have ye squeez'd out o’ th’ | You think th' parl’ment like your state of grace; city!

Whatever sins men do, they keep their place. Incugh to make them poor, and something Invasions then were fear'd against the state ; witty.

And Strode swore last year would be eighty. Excise, loans, contributions, poll-monies,

eight. Bribes, plunder, and such parliament priv'leges, You bring-in foreign aid to your designs, Are words which you ne'er learnt in holy writ, First those great foreign forces of Divines, Till th' Spirit, and your Synod, mended it. With which ships from America were fraught; Where's all the twentieth part now, which hath Rather may stinking tobacco Itill be brought been

From thence, i fay: next, ye the Scots invite, Paid you by some, to forfeit the nineteen?

Which you terni brotherly-assistance, right; Where's all the goods distrain’d, and plunders paft? | For Ergland you intend with them to share: For you 're grown wretched pilfering knaves at They, who, alas! but younger brothers are, last;

Must have the monies for their portion; Descend to brass and pewter, till of late,

The houses and the lards will be your own, Like Midas, all ye touch'd mult needs be plate. We thank you for the wounds which we endure,

By what vatt hopes is your anıbition fed? Whilst scratches and fight pricks ye soek to 'Tis writ in blood, and may be plainly read: You must have places, and the kingdom (way; We thank you for true rcal fears, at last, The king must be a ward to your lord Say. Which free us from so many fülse ones past; Your innocent Speaker to the Rolls must rise; We thank you for the blood which fats our coast, Six thculand pound hath made him proud and As a just delt paid to great Strafford's ghost; wife.

We thark you for the ills receiv'd, and all Kimbolton for his father's place doth call, Which yet by your good care in time we shall; Would be like himn ;-would he were, face and all! We thank you, and our gratitude's as great Ifaack would always be lord mayor; and so

As yours, when you thank'd God for being beat. Nay always be, as much as he is now. For the Five members, they so richiy thrive,

That they would always be but Members five.

Only Pym doth his natural right enforce,
By th' mother's side he 's Master of thc horse. SHE that can fit three sermons in a day,
Most shall have places by these popular tricks,

And of those three scarce bear three words away; The relt must be content with bishoprics.

She that can rob her husband, to repair
For 'tis 'gainst fuperftition you 're intent; A budget-priest, that noses a long prayer;
First to root out that great church-ornament, She that with lamp-black purifics her shoes,
Moncy and lands: your swords, alas! are drawn And with half-eyes and Bible softly goes;
Againit the Bishop, not his cap, or lawn.

She that her pockets with lay-gospel stuffs, o let not fuch lewd facrilege begir,

And edifies her looks with little ruffs ; Tempted by Henry's rich successful lin!

She that loves fermons as she does the rest,
Henry! the monster king of all that age; Still standing stiff that longest are the best;
Wild in his lust, but wilder in his rage.

She that will lye, yet swear she hates a lyar,
Expect not you his fate, though Hotham thrives Except it be the man that will lie by her;
In imitating Henry's tricks for wives;

She that at christenings thirsteth for more fack, Nor fewer churches hopes, than wives, to see And draws the broadest handkerchief for cake; Buried, and then their lands his own to be. Sie that fings psalms devoutly next the street,

Ye boundless tyrants ! how do you outvy Aud beats her maid i'th' kitchen, where gode Th' Athenians' Thirty, Rome's Decemviry! In rage, injustice, cruelty, as far

She that will fit in shop for five hours space, Above those men, as you in number are.

And register the sins of all that pass, What mysteries of iniquity do we see!

Damn at first sight, and proudly dares to say,
New prisons made to defend liberty!

That none can poflibly be fav'd but they
Our goods forc'd from us for property's fake;
And all the real nonsense which ye make!

• viz. 16420

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