With my own power my majesty they wound, With propofitions daily they enchant My people's ears, fuch as do reason daunt, They promise to erect my royal stem, But for refufal they devour my thrones, ૬૦ 55 Distress my children, and destroy my bones; I fear they'll force me to make bread of stones. My life they prize at fuch a flender rate, That in my abfence they draw bills of hate, To prove the king a traytor to the state. 60 Felons obtain more privilege than I, They are allow'd to answer ere they die ; 'Tis death for me to ask the reason, why. But, facred Saviour, with thy words I woo Thee to forgive, and not be bitter to 65 Such, as thou know'ft do not know what they do. For fince they from their lord are fo disjointed, Augment my patience, nullifie my hate, Preferve my iffue, and in pire my mate, Yet, though we perish, BLESS THIS CHURCH and STATS, XIV. THE SALE OF REBELLIOUS HOUSHOLD-STUFF. This farcaftic exultation of triumphant loyalty, is printed from an old black-letter copy in the Pepys collection, corrected by two others, one of which is preferved in "A choice collection of 120 loyal fongs, &c." 1684, 12mo.-To the tune of Old Simon the king. Rebellion hath broken up house, And hath left me old lumber to fell; I'll promife to use you well: Which was warm and eafie to fit in, 5 Will you buy any bacon-flitches, 'um; I had thought to have given them once They are confecrate to the church: Here's a couple of ftools for fale, One's fquare, and t'other is round; Here's the beefom of Reformation, Which should have made clean the floor, And left us dirt good store. Will you buy the states spinning-wheel, But better it had stood still, 25 40 For now it has fpun a fair thread. 45 Says old Simon, &c. Here's a glyfter-pipe well try'd, Which was made of a butcher's stump *, To cure the colds of the rump. Here's a lump of Pilgrims-Salve, Who Noll and the Devil did ferve; But now it is come to this. Says old Simon, &c. Here's a roll of the states tobacco, No Virginia had e'er fuch a fmack-o, And I'll tell you how they did make it : Alluding probably to Major-General Harrifon a butcher's fox, zuho affifted Cromwell in turning out the long parliament, April 20, 1653. 'Tis th' Engagement, and Covenant cookt 60 Yet the ashes may happily ferve To cure the scab of the nation, To Rebellion by innovation. Will you buy the RUMP's great faddle, With which it jocky'd the nation ? And here is the bitt, and the bridle, And curb of Diffimulation: And here's the trunk-hofe of the RUMP, And their fair diffembling cloak, 65 70 75 And a Prefbyterian jump, With an Independent smock. Says old Simon, &c. Will you buy a Confcience oft turn'd, But Hell will buy that if the worst is. 85 Here's |