From a vinegar priest on a crab-tree stock,

From a foddering of prayer four hours by the clock,
From a holy sister with a pitiful smock,

Libera nos, &c.

From a hunger-starved sequestrator's maw,
From revelations and visions that never man saw,
From religion without either gospel or law,

Libera nos, &c.

From all that is said, and a thousand times more, [6 st. From a Saint and his Charity to the poor,

From the Plagues that are kept for a Rebel in store,

Libera nos, &c.

THE SECOND Part.

THAT if it please thee to assist

Our agitators and their list,

And hemp them with a gentle twist,

Quæsumus te, &c.

That it may please thee to suppose

Our actions are as good as those

That gull the people through the nose,

Quæsumus te, &c.

That it may please thee here to enter,
And fix the rumbling of our centre,
For we live all at Peradventure,

Quæsumus te, &c.

That it may please thee to unite
The flesh and bones unto the sprite,

Else, Faith and Literature, good-night,

[9 st.

Quæsumus te, &c.

John Cleveland.

THE KING BEHEADED.

HARLES-ah, forbear, forbear! lest mortals prize

His name too dearly, and idolatrize.

His name! our loss! Thrice cursed and forlorn
Be that black night which usher'd in this morn.

Charles, our dread sovereign!—hold! lest outlaw'd sense
Bribe and seduce tame reason to dispense
With those celestial powers; and distrust

Heaven can behold such treason, and prove just.

Charles our dread sovereign's murther'd! tremble! and
View what convulsions shoulder-shake this land,
Court, city, country, nay, three kingdoms run
To their last stage, and set with him their sun.

Charles our dread sovereign's murther'd at his gate!
Fell fiends! dire hydras of a stiff-neck'd state!
Strange body-politic! whose members spread,
And, monster-like, swell bigger than their Head.
Charles of Great Britain! He! who was the known
King of three realms, lies murther'd in his own.
He! he who lived, and Faith's defender stood,
Died here to re-baptize it in his blood.

No more, no more. Fame's trump shall echo all
The rest in dreadful thunder. Such a fall

Great Christendom ne'er pattern'd; and 'twas strange
Earth's centre reel'd not at this dismal change.

The blow struck Britain blind, each well-set limb
By dislocation was lopt off in Him.

And though she yet lives, she lives but to condole
Three bleeding bodies left without a soul.

Religion puts on black, sad loyalty

Blushes, and mourns to see bright majesty
Butcher'd by such assassinates; nay, both

'Gainst God, 'gainst law, allegiance, and their oath.
Farewell, sad isle, farewell! Thy fatal glory
Is summ'd, cast up, and cancell'd in this story.

John Cleveland.

PSALM LXXXII.

OD sits upon the Throne of Kings,
And judges unto judgment brings:
Why then so long

Maintain you wrong

And favour lawless things?

Defend the poor, the fatherless;
Their crying injuries redress:
And vindicate

The desolate,

Whom wicked men oppress.

For they of knowledge have no light,
Nor will to know; but walk in night.
Earth's bases fail;

No laws prevail;

Scarce one in heart upright.

Though gods, and sons of the Most High,
Yet you, like common men, shall die;
Like princes fall.

Great God, judge all

The Earth, thy Monarchy.

George Sandys.

A MOCK SONG.

HOW Whitehall's in the grave,

And our head is our slave,

The bright pearl in his close shell of oyster;
Now the mitre is lost,

The proud prelates, too, cross'd,

And all Rome's confined to a cloister.

He, that Tarquin was styled,

Our white land's exiled,
Yea, undefiled;

Not a court ape's left to confute us;
Then let your voices rise high,
As your colours did fly,

And flourishing cry:

Long live the brave Oliver Brutus.

Now the sun is unarm'd,

And the moon by us charm'd,
All the stars dissolved to a jelly;
Now the thighs of the Crown
And the arms are lopp'd down,
And the body is all but a belly.
Let the Commons go on,

The town is our own,

We'll rule alone:

For the knights have yielded their spent-gorge;
And an order is ta'en

With Honi Soit profane,

Shout forth amain:

For our Dragon hath vanquish'd the St. George.

Richard Lovelace.

CAVALIER AND PURITAN SONG.

PART II.

WITH THE COMMONS.

K