Part 39

From Levites void of truth and shame, Who to the time their pulpits frame, And keep the style but change the name, God bless, etc.

From men by heynous crimes made rich, Who (though their hopes are in the ditch) Have still th’ old fornicatours itch, God bless, etc.

From such as freely paid th’ arrears Of the State-troops for many years, But grudge one tax for Cavaleers, God bless, etc.

THE SECOND PART.

A CROWN of gold without allay, Not here provided for one day, But framed above to last for aye! God send, etc.

A Queen to fill the empty place, And multiply his noble race, Wee all beseech the throne of grace To send, etc.

A people still as true and kind As late (when for their King they pin’d), Not fickle as the tide or wild, God send, etc.

A fleet like that in fifty-three, To re-assert our power at sea, And make proud Flemings bend their knee, God send, etc.

Full magazines and cash in store, That such as wrought his fate before May hope to do the same no more, God send, etc.

A searching judgement to divine, Of persons whether they do joyn For love, for fear, or for design, God send, etc.

A well-complexion’d Parliament, That shall (like Englishmen) resent What loyall subjects underwent, God send, etc.

Review of statutes lately past, Made in such heat, pen’d in such hast, That all events were not forecast, God send, etc.

Dispatch of businesse, lawes upright, And favour where it stands with right, (Be their purses ne’er so light), God send, etc.

A raven to supply their need, Whose martyrdom (like noble seed) Sprung up at length and choak’t the weed, God send, etc.

The King and kingdom’s debts defray’d, And those of honest men well pay’d, To which their vertue them betray’d, God send, etc.

Increase of customes to the King May our increase of traffick bring, ’Tis that will make the people sing Long live, etc.

London, printed for Robert Crofts, at the Crown, in Chancery Lane, 1661.

THE CAVALIER’S COMPLAINT.

This and the following ballad, from the King’s Pamphlets, British Museum, express the discontent of the Cavaliers at the ingratitude of King Charles to the old supporters of the fortunes of his family.—(March 15th, 1660.)

To the tune of “I tell thee, Dick.”

COME, Jack, let’s drink a pot of ale, And I shall tell thee such a tale Will make thine ears to ring; My coyne is spent, my time is lost, And I this only fruit can boast, That once I saw my King.

But this doth most afflict my mind: I went to Court in hope to find Some of my friends in place; And walking there, I had a sight Of all the crew, but, by this light! I hardly knew one face.

’S’life! of so many noble sparkes, Who on their bodies bear the markes Of their integritie; And suffer’d ruine of estate, It was my damn’d unhappy fate That I not one could see.

Not one, upon my life, among My old acquaintance all along At Truro and before; And I suppose the place can show As few of those whom thou didst know At Yorke or Marston-moore.

But truly there are swarmes of those Who lately were our chiefest foes, Of pantaloons and muffes; Whilst the old rusty Cavaleer Retires, or dares not once appear, For want of coyne and cuffes.

When none of these I could descry, Who better far deserv’d then I, Calmely I did reflect; “Old services (by rule of State) Like almanacks grow out of date,— What then can I expect?”

Troth! in contempt of Fortune’s frown, I’ll get me fairly out of town, And in a cloyster pray; That since the starres are yet unkind To Royalists, the King may find More faithfull friends than they.

AN ECHO TO THE CAVALIER’S COMPLAINT.