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When out came the book, which the News-monger took
From the Preaching Ladies letter, Where in the first place, 'ftood the Conqueror's face,
Which made it fhew much the better.
But now without lying, you may paint him flying,
At Bristol they say you may find him, Great William the Con, fo fast he did run,
That he left half his name behind him.
And now came the post, save all that was loft,
But alas, we are past deceiving
Might amount to a new Thanksgiving.
In the pulpit to fall a weeping, Though his mouth utter'd lyes, truth fell from his eyes,
Which kept the Lord-mayor from fleeping.
Now shut up shops, and spend your last drops,
For the laws not your cause, you that loath 'em, Left Ellex should start, and play the second part
Of the worshipful Sir John Hotham.
NEWS NEWS FROM COLCHESTER.
Or, A proper New Ballad of certain Carnal Par
sages betwixt a Quaķer and a Colt, at Horsly, near Colchester, in Efex.
To the tune of “ Tom of Bedlam.”
ALL in the land of Edex,
Near Colchester the zealous,
Was play'd such a prank,
Help Woodcock, Fox and Naylor,
Now alas what hope
Of converting the Pope,
Even to our whole profession
When 'tis talk'd with disdain,
Amongst the profane,
And in the good time of Christmas,
Yet when did they hear
That a damn'd cavalier
Had thy flesh, O Green, been pamper'd
Hadft thou sweetned thy gums
With pottage of plums,
up in wanton swine's flesh, The fiend might have crept into thee;
Then fullness of gut
Might have caus’d thee to rut,
But, alas ! he had been feafted
By our frugal mayor,
Who can dine on a prayer,
'Twas mere impulse of spirit,
My bride thou shalt be :
For if no respect of perfons
In a large extent,
Thereby may be meant
Then without more ceremony,
But But took her by force,
For better for worse,
Now when in such a saddle
'Though we dare not say
'Tis a falling away,
Then let us stay and fight, and vote,
Oh 'tis a patient beast !
We'll have the spoil at least.
To the Five Members of the Honourable
The humble Petition of the POETS.
AFTER so many concurring petitions,
From all ages and fexes, and all conditions, We come in the rear to present our follies To Pym, Stroude, Hallerig, Hampden, and Holles. Though set form of prayer be an abomination, Set forms of petitions find great approbation : Therefore, as others from th’ bottom of their souls, So we from the depth and bottom of our bowls, According unto the bless’d form you have taught us, We thank you first for the ills you have brought us : For the good we receive we thank him that gave it, And you for the confidence only to crave it. Next in course, we complain of the great violation Of privilege (like the rest of our nation) But ’tis none of yours of which we have spoken, Which never had being until they were broken ; But ours is a privilege ancient and native, Hangs not on an ordinance, or power legislative.