O happy treason! see how wealth No Sadducees but must confess, Both Cain and Judas back are come, They feed upon a kingdom's curse, The dev❜l provide a second course, Now, Charles, thy conquest is, compleat, That God, which guides the royal, Scot, O House of Commons, House of Lords, For 'tis decreed, your soldiers swords, But like fair chapmen, 'twas well done, To cast accompts; for, one by one, The kingdom, all in pieces torn! Now, now, we see 'twas for the crown For, since the cavaliers are down, The adjutators, stern and proud, To make the saint a martyr.*, * See the Dissenting Ministers vindication of themselves from the Borrid and detestable mur-der of king Charles the First, in Vol. VI. p. 129. Their officers cry'd, Hall, O king; And all did plat the thorns. Thus crucify'd, great Charles did live For resurrection, God will give A new cor'nation-day. Rouse up! king Charles hath miss'd the snare Each for his winding-sheet. The army rendezvoused are, And do they know not what; The houses know not what to think ; They must be whipt, until they stink, Thus, Cavaliers, cast up your caps, That Charles, in spight of all their traps, Shall shortly rule again. For liberty, and privilege, We fought; but O! the golden wedge! That is the only thing. There lies the cream of all the cause; Religion is but whig; Pure privilege eats up the laws, And cries, For kings a fig. The houses may a Christmas keep, Then where is Liberty (I pray) Gape, gape for peace, poor countrymen; The king shall come to Westminster, Or, of a glorious prince, must there But 'twere more wise to let him reign For fear he should bring peace again, Sure Martin lay in of a clap, When th' houses past this vote. Come, let us live, and laugh away Treason breeds care; we'll sing and play Fetters are th' only favours now And, since the king them wears, I vow, 'Twere baseness to be free. Then let us all our sorrows drown For common-prayer, ye have excise, No Puritan, no Popish priest, Nor Protestant now shall be ; Nor Law, but to live as we list, 'Tis heaven thus to be free. Could Babylon's great king now sit The glorious golden idol then Might shine in each dominion; Both factions and their brethren Would soon be one opinion. Away, thou Pagan cavalier, This God must not be thine; Live, drink, and laugh, our worthies may, The subjects must their reckonings pay, No princes now, but they; the crown Nor will they let us use our own All plums the prophets sons defy, Christmas, farewel; thy day (I fear) O happy nation heretofore, When seas our walls have been; Factions, like billows, rage and toss, Just such a tempest seiz'd upon Bless'd Paul, the scripture says, Our sun and moon no beams create, A glorious prince this parliament, Let them invade the throne, and part Princes may be, like other men, And, as in hidden caves the wind Farewel the glory of our land; Oh! 'tis a heayonly cause (I trow) Yet know, that kings are gods on earth; To tamper with a Crown.. 'Tis true, as Harry Martin said, Come then, and buy my new, true, new, New almanack most true, Such accidents of state to shew, The like no age e'er knew. Since that we lost our king and laws, Since peace, pure truth, and this foul cause, Poor Charles pursu'd in forty-one, The eighth will place him on his throne, Three kingdoms brought to a fine pass, Whilst that our Saviours rule, The country is become an ass, Each university now pines, The church may hang and rot; They banish all our true divines, The lawyers too must trot. |