ΤΟ THE HON. EDWARD HOWARD, ON THE BRITISH PRINCES. WHAT mighty gale hath rais'd a flight so strong? But his sublimed thoughts to heav'n were rais'd, From that great judge your judgment takes its law, SONGS. NEWS FROM COLCHESTER: Or, a proper New Ballad of certain curnal passuges betwixt a Quaker and a Colt, at Horsley, near Colchester, in Essex. To the tune of" Tom of Bedlam." I. ALL in the land of Essex," Near Colchester the zealous, Was play'd such a prank As would make a stone-horse jealous. II. Help Woodcock, Fox, and Naylor, Now, alas! what hope Of converting the Pope, When a quaker turns Italian? III. Even to our whole profession How Brother Green was mounted. IV. And in the good time of Christmas, Which tho' our saints have damn'd all, Yet when did they hear That a damn'd Cavalier Ever play'd such a Christmas gambol! V. Had thy flesh, O Green! been pamper'd With any cates unhallow'd; Hadst thou sweeten'd thy gums With pottage of plums, Or profane minc'd pye had swallow'd; VI. Roll'd up in wanton swine's flesh Might have caus'd thee to rut, And the devil have so rid thro' thee. VII, But, alas! he had been feasted With a spiritual collation By our frugal Mayor, Who can dine on a prayer, VIII. 'Twas mere impulse of spirit, Tho' he us'd the weapon carnal : < Filly Foal,' quoth he, My bride thou shalt be; And how this is lawful learn all: IX. For if no respect of persons 'Be due 'mongst sons of Adam, 'In a large extent 'Thereby may be meant That a mare's as good as a madam." X. Then without more ceremony, But took her by force, For better for worse, And us'd her like a sister. XI. Now when in such a saddle A saint will needs be riding, Tho' we dare not say 'Tis a falling away, May there not be some backsliding? XII. 'No, surely,' quoth James Naylor, "Twas but an insurrection Of the carnal part, For a Quaker in heart Can never lose perfection. XIII.1 For (as our masters* teach us) "The intent being well directed, 'Tho' the devil trepan The Adamical man, The saint stands uninfected.' The Jesuits. |