No, not one word, can I of this Great Deed,
In
Merlin,
Old Mother
Shipton
read!
Old
Tyburn
take those
Tychobrahe
Imps,
As
Silger,
who would be accounted Pimps
To the Amorous Planets; they the Minute know,
When
Jove
did Cuckold old
Amphitryo,
•
en
Mars
and made
Venus
wink and glances,
Their close Conjunctions, and mid-night Dances.
When costive
Saturn
goes to stool, and vile
Thief
Mercury
doth pick his Fob the while:
When Lady
Luna
leaks, and makes her man
Throwit out of Window into th' Ocean.
More subtle than the Excise-men here below,
What's spent in every Sign in Heaven they know;
Cunning Intelligencers, they will not miss
To tell us next year, the success of this;
They correspond with
Dutch
and
English
Star,
As one once did with
CHARLES
and
Oliver.
The
Bankers
also might have, had they gone,
What Planet govern'd the Exchequer, known.
Old
Lily,
though he did not love to make
Any words o
•
't saw the
English
take,
Five of the
Smyrna
Fleet, and if the Sign
Had been
Aquarius,
then they'd made them Nine
When
Sagitarius
took his aim to shoot
At Bishop
Cosin,
he spied him no doubt;
And with such force the winged Arrow flew;
Instead of one Church Stagg he killed two;
Gloucester
and
Durbam
when he espy'd,
Let Lean and Fat go together he cried.
Well
Wille Lily
thou knew'st all this as well
As I, and yet wouldst not their Lordships tell.
I know thy Plea too, and must it allow,
PRELATES
should know as much of Heaven as thou:
But now Friend
William,
since its done and past,
Pray thee, give us
Fanatics
but one Cast,
What thou foresaw'st of
March
the Fifteenth Last;
When swift and sudden as the Angels fly,
Th' Declaration for Conscience-Liberty;
When things of Heaven burst from the Royal Breast,
More fragrant than the Spices of the East.
I know in next year's Almanac thou wilt write,
Thou saw'st the King and Council over-night,
Before that morn, all sit in Heaven as plain
To be discerned, as if 'twere
Charles's Waine,
Great
B,
great
L,
and two great
AA's
were chief
Under Great
CHARLES
to give poor
Fan's
relief:
Thou sawest Lord
Arlington
ordain the man.
To be the first Lay Metropolitan.
Thou saw'st him give induction to a
Spittle,
And constitute our Brother
TOM-DOE-LITTLE.
In the
Bears
Paw, and the
Bulls
right Eye,
Some Detriment to Priests thou didst espy;
And though by
Sol
in
Libra
thou didst know
Which way the Scale of Policy would go;
Yet
Mercury
in
Aries
did decree.
That
Wool
and
Lamb
should still
Conformists
be.
But hark-you
Will,
Steer-poching is not fair;
Had you amongst the Steers found this March-Hare,
Bred of that lusty Puss the Good Old Cause,
Religion rescued from Informing Laws;
You should have yelpt aloud, hanging's the end,
By Huntsmens Rule, of Hounds that will not spend.
Be gone thou and thy canting-Tribe, be gone;
Go tell thy destiny to followers none:
Kings Hearts and Councils are too deep for thee,
And for thy Stars and
Doemons
scrutiny.
King
CHARLES
Return was much above thy skill
To fumble out, as 'twas against thy will.
•
rom him who can the Hearts of Kings inspire,
Not from the
Planets,
came that Sacred Fire
Of Sovereign Love, which broke into a Flame;
From God and from his King alone it came.
To the KING.
SO great, so universal, and so free!
This was too much great
CHARLES,
except for Thee,
For any King to give a Subject hope:
To do thus like Thee, would undo the Pope.
Yea, though his Vassals should their wealth combine,
To buy Indulgence half so large as thine;
No, if they should not only kiss his Toe,
But
Clement's Podex,
he'd not let them go.
Whilst Thou to's shame, Thy immortal glory,
Hast freed
All-Souls
from real Purgatory;
And given
All-Saints
in Heaven new Joys, to see
Their friends in
England
keep a Jubilee.
Suspect them not, Great Sir, nor think the worse;
For sudden joys like grief, confound at first.
The splendor of your favor was so bright,
That yet it dazzles and o'rewhelms our sight;
Drunk with her cups, my Muse did nothing mind;
And until now, her feet she could not find.
Greediness makes profa'ness i' th' first place;
Hungry men fill their bellies, then say grace.
We would make Bonfires, but that we do fear
The name of
Incend'ary
we may hear.
We would have Music too, but 'twill not do,
For all the Fiddlers are
Conformists
too.
Nor can we ring, the angry Churchman swears,
(By the King's leave) the Bells and Ropes are theirs.
And let 'em take 'em, for our tongues shall sing
Your Honor louder than their Clappers ring.
Nay, if they will not at this Grace repine,
We'l dress the Vineyard, they shall drink the Wine.
Their Church shall be the Mother, ours the Nurse.
Peter
shall preach,
Judas
shall bear the purse.
No
Bishops, Parsons, Vicars, Curates,
we,
But only
Ministers
desire to be.
We'l preach in Sackcloth, they shall read in Silk.
We'l feed the Flock, and let them take the Milk.
Let but the
Black-birds
sing in bushes cold,
And may the
Jack-dawes
still the Steeples hold.
We'l be the Feet, the
Back
and
Hands,
and they
Shall be the
Belly,
and devour the
Prey,
The Tythe-pigg shall be theirs, we'll turn the spit,
We'l bear the
Cross,
they only
sign
with it.
But if the Patriarchs shall envy show
To see their younger-Brother
Joseph
go
In Coat of divers colors, and shall fall
To rend it, 'cause it's not Canonical:
Then may they find him turn a Dreamer too,
And live themselves to see his Dream come true.
May rather they and we together join
In all what each can; But they have the
Coyn
:
With
Prayers
and
Tears
such service much avail:
With
Tears
to swell your
Seas,
with
Prayers
your
Sails
;
And with Men too, from both our parties; such
I am sure we have, can cheat, or beat, the
Dutch.
A Thousand
Quakers,
Sir, our side can spare;
Nay, two or three, for they great
Breeders
are.
The Church can match us too with Jovial Sirs,
Informers, Singing-men
and
Paraters.
Let the King try, set these upon the Decks
Together, they will
Dutch
or
Devil
vex.
Their Breath will mischief further than a Gun.
And if you lose them, you will not be undone.
Pardon dread Sir, nay pardon this coarse Paper,
Your License 'twas made this poor Poet caper.