VIII. But when the fatal hour arriv'd In which his stars began to frown, And had in close cabals contriv'd To pull him from his height of glory down, Was in th' enchanted dungeon cast, Secur'd with mighty guards, Lest he by force or stratagem 145 150 Might prove too cunning for their chains and them, And break through all their locks, and bolts, and wards; Had both his legs by charms committed To one another's charge, That neither might be set at large, And all their fury and revenge outwitted. As jewels of high value are Kept under locks with greater care Than those of meaner rates, 155 160 So he was in stone walls, and chains, and iron grates. IX. Thither came ladies from all parts, To offer up close prisoners their hearts, Which he receiv'd as tribute due, And made them yield up love and honour too, 165 But in more brave heroic ways Than e'er were practis'd yet in plays : For those two spiteful foes, who never meet About punctilios and mere tricks, Did all their quarrels to his doom submit, In contemplation only of him did agree : 170 the one Both fully satisfy'd; With those fresh laurels he had won, And all the brave renowned feats He had perform'd in arms; The other with his person and his charms: By gazing on a piece of glass, So while the ladies view'd his brighter eyes, 175 180 Their gentle hearts, alas! were taken by surprise. X. Never did bold knight, to relieve Distressed dames, such dreadful feats achieve 185 As feeble damsels, for his sake, Would have been proud to undertake; And, bravely ambitious to redeem The world's loss and their own, Strove who should have the honour to lay down 190 And change a life with him; But, finding all their hopes in vain To move his fixt determin'd fate, As if it were an infamy To live, when he was doom'd to die; To less hard-hearted grates and stones; Came, swell'd with sighs, and drown'd in tears, 195 200 Chain'd to the lofty wheels of his triumphant car Will serve to be queen of a May-pole ; Two princes of Wales, For Whitsun-ales, And her Grace Maid-Marian Clay-pole. In a robe of cow-hide Sat yeasty Pride, With his dagger and his sling; He was the pertinent'st peer T'advise with such a king. 10 15 * This Ballad refers to the Parliament, as it was called, which deliberated about making Oliver king, and petitioned him to accept the title; which he, out of fear of some republican zealots in his party, refused to accept, and contented himself with the power, under the name of 'Protector.' A great philosopher Had a goose for his lover, That follow'd him day and night : If it be a true story Or but an allegory, It may be both ways right. Strickland and his son, Both cast into one, Were meant for a single baron; But when they came to sit, There was not wit Enough in them both, to serve for one. 35 Wherefore 'twas thought good To add Honeywood; But when they came to trial, Each one prov'd a fool, Yet three knaves in the whole, And that made up a Pair-royal. A BALLAD, IN TWO PARTS, CONJECTURED TO BE ON DRA OLIVER CROMWELL. PART I. * RAW near, good people all, draw near, A stranger thing ✦ To this humorous ballad Butler had prefixed this title 'The Privileges of Pimping'-but afterwards crossed it out. for which reason it is not inserted here. 40 20 30 Than this I sing Came never to this city. Had you but seen this monster, For the lions in the grate, You would defy the pageants Upon at Bart'lmy fair! His face is round and decent, But, indeed, it is no such matter. On both sides of th' aforesaid Are eyes, but they're not matches, To be seen two fair And large well-grown moustaches. Now this with admiration Does all beholders strike, 5 10 15 20 25 16 From the medals, and original portraits, which are left of Oliver Cromwell, one may probably conjecture, if not positively affirm, that this droll picture was designed for him. The roundness of the face, the oddness of the nose, and the remarkable largeness of the eyebrows, are particulars which correspond exactly with them. |