London, British Library, Additional MS 21,094 (BLa94)

A folio miscellany of poems on affairs of state owned in 1703 by Basil Fielding, fourth Earl of Denbigh (1668-1717); c. 1700. Cognate with Oep18 and Np46 which present items 82-162 in virtually the same order but with other items interpolated. Is there also an interpolated version of items 1-81? Original pagination crossed out and replaced by modern foliation.

<The Catalogue, ff. 4r-5r, in several hands>

Gentle reproofs have long been tried in vain BLa94*1 (f. 1r)
That it may frighten the vermin of the age
<Prologue>

Rise Absalom rise to God’s dread prophet tell BLa94*2 (ff. 1v-2r)
His troops shall fall and shrivel on the ground
<A dialogue between Nathan and Absalome 1680>

Disgraced undone made fortune’s sport BLa94*3 (f. 2r-v)
That next to you by God I will be king
<On the Duke of Monmouth’s banishment from court. Earle of Roch: [`G—d’ in MS]>

Shame of my life disturber of my tomb BLa94*4 (f. 2v)
Like him your angry father kicked you down
<Tom Rosses ghost to James D[uke] of Monmouth. E: of Roch: [`Roses’ in CTable]>

I thank thee for the character of a Popish successor BLa94*5 (ff. 3r-5r)
If parliamentary courses be not complied with the king
<The true Englishman speaking plain English. Being a virulous libel dispersed in 1680/1 [prose text] [2 blank unnumbered pages follow f. 4v]>

‘Tis the Arabian bird alone BLa94*6 (f. 5r)
They would like doves and sparrows do
<The encouragement. Earl of Roch:>

In all humility we crave BLa94*7 (f. 5r)
The greatest prince in Christendom
<The Commons’ petition to the king. E: of R[ochester]>

Charles at this time having no need BLa94*8 (f. 5r)
Thanks you as much as if he did
<King’s answer [in margin] [`Heed’ corr/uncorr?] [not in CTable]>

Since by just flames the guilty is lost BLa94*9 (ff. 5v-6v)
And make us while we pity him forget our loyalty
<Advice to a painter. Upon the defeat in the west, of the rebel. And the execution of the Duke of Monmouth. 1685 [marginal note: `The Duke’s picture burnt [at] Cambridge’]>

Right heir to Flutter Fop of the last edition BLa94*10 (ff. 7r-8r)
A merry blockhead treacherous and vain
<A familiar epistle by way of Nosce Teipsum. Directed to his worthy friend Sir Frivolous Insipid alias Sir… . Woosly to Will Wharton 1687/8. — Absentem qui rodit […(5 lines)] lavet. Hor. Satr. 4 Lib: 1st:>

Welcome my honest long expected friend BLa94*11 (ff. 8r-9r)
For none’s so despicable as thy own
<A familiar answer to a late familiar epistle by way of Welcome Joan Sanderson. Scalpellum, calami, attratmentum charta libelli / Sunt semper studiis arma parata tuis… / Qui mihi:>

Daily disgracer of our English satyr BLa94*12 (ff. 9r-10v)
Thy body’s half abortive like thy wit
<A second familiar epistle by way of Make no more haste than good speed or Fair and softly goes far in a day. In answer to my much esteemed friend Sieur Whiffle>

Finish me one task more for Whiffler muse BLa94*13 (ff. 10v-11v)
‘Twill never let thee be a critic more
<A postscript>

To thy first stanza poetry laid by BLa94*14 (f. 11v)
In Grubstreet or Snowhill thy matches find
<For Sir Frivolous Insipid. To his late short answer. A short return>

That so much rhyme you in one month have writ BLa94*15 (ff. 11v-12v)
He never got so mean so dull an ass
<A final answer to all that laborious trifle has, or may write [`Mouth’ uncorr] [last two lines are entered separately as `Postscript’ below]>

My friend will shortly be in town BLa94*15.1 (f. 12v)
And bring up two tall footmen of his own
<Postscript [not in CTable]>

Of Clinias’ and Damœtas’ sharper fight BLa94*16 (ff. 12v-13r)
For giant Bob like Will’s a dwarf in sense
<The duel [`Clinias’ and `Damata’s’ in MS] [`Qui Bavium non odit, amet tua carmine mævi’]>

Mr Speaker / The present times require our most earnest and serious thoughts BLa94*17 (ff. 13v-15r)
in all the histories of Europe as well as our own chronicles
<Mr Finches speech in the convention 1688. about the abdication of King James [prose text]>

That the king did not declare his judgement in council BLa94*18 (ff. 15r-19v)
Did not we tell you it would be as you see it is
<Humanum est errare. Or False steps on both sides. 1688. First on the king’s part [the second part is `False steps on the other [ie Prince of Orange’s side] [prose text]>

The observation of all this is not so hard to make BLa94*19 (ff. 19v-21r)
and our natural antidote is turned into a national poison
<The author’s observations [on the previous] [prose text]>

Whilst blooming youth and gay delight BLa94*20 (f. 21r-v)
And still we’ll wake to joy and live to love
<An ode>

Here lies a creature of indulgent fate BLa94*21 (f. 22r)
By his preposterous translation
<An epitaph on the E[arl] of Rochester upon his being dismissed from the Treasury. (by Mr Dryden.) 1687>

I sing the man that raised a shirtless band BLa94*22 (ff. 22r-24r)
And orphans’ curses all your steps attend
<The King of Hearts. Being a description of the glorious undertaking of the Lord Delamer. 1688>

What is termed popery to depose a king BLa94*23 (f. 24r-v)
‘Tis a French subject or God save the king
<Dialogue. Between Whig and Tory. 1689>

Adieu false Britons false to your vows adieu BLa94*24 (ff. 24v-27r)
Is guilty of the ten and breaks them all
<His Majesty’s royal farewell to England. 1689. A pindaric>

Britain expect from heaven no happy fate BLa94*25 (f. 27r-v)
Still more depraved than that we see
<In imitation of Horace. De moribus sui secculi corruptis. Lib. 3 ode 6. Delicta maiorum immeritus lues. Romane donec templo refeceris. 1689>

Upon the pleasant famous river side BLa94*26 (f. 28r-v)
O lord of hosts forever don’t forget
<The parable of the dove and the harpy. 1689>

Once happy land no longer censure Rome BLa94*27 (ff. 28v-29r)
What mercy canst thou hope the second time
<Satyr>

In vain the Bourbon and Plantagenet BLa94*28 (f. 29r)
The devil’s nature will have the devil’s fate
<Satyr>

Unhappy I who once ordained did bear BLa94*29 (f. 29v)
Thus mere necessity was made my crime
<King James to himself>

I have often admired what should be the cause BLa94*30 (ff. 29v-31r)
In spite of the devil and the word abdicate
<Pandora’s box, or the mischievous effects of the word abdicate. 1689 [`be cause’ uncorr]>

From impudent town that was ever unjust BLa94*31 (ff. 31v-32r)
And from all the waste evils we have just cause to fear / Libera nos domine
<A litany recommended to the ecclesiastical comm[issione]rs. 1689>

He that of yore defamed a godly plot BLa94*32 (f. 32r)
Two princes wronged for double vengeance call
<On the Bishop of Rochester’s new commission. 1689>

As I was pondering one evening late BLa94*33 (ff. 32v-34v)
Usurp hell’s royal throne and me should abdicate
<The rivals. 1689>

Was this the justice Sir you came to do BLa94*34 (f. 35r-v)
These are the plagues which from rebellion springs
<Satyr. 1689>

The first appears with an uneasy crown BLa94*35 (ff. 35v-36v)
I’th’ kingdom’s ruin raffle for a share
<The five monsters. When curtain’s drawn; here’s plainly to be seen / Some monsters strange; God save the K[ing] and Q[ueen]. 1689 [`Raftle’ in MS]>

Unhappy isle what made thy sons rebel BLa94*36 (ff. 36v-37r)
And let the indebted only pay
<The expostulation. 1690>

When William’s hand Oates with his lips approached BLa94*37 (f. 37r)
Nor hand should grace those lips but only thine
<Hand and mouth. 1690>

New forms of prayer are sent the realm throughout BLa94*38 (f. 37r-v)
And when they’re heard we’ll keep all holiday
<The dutiful son and daughter. 1690 [`Holladay’ in MS]>

Without your form we did design to pray BLa94*38.1 (ff. 37v-38r)
And meet a Job may vanquish Absolom
<The subjects’ reply [not in CTable]>

By Britain’s true monarchs great William and Mary BLa94*39 (ff. 38v-39v)
Usurpers and rebels may ne’er get the day
<The proclamation for a general fast. To the tune of Packington’s Pound. March 1690/1>

Cursed be the star which did ordain / Queen Bess BLa94*40 (ff. 39v-40r)
Prove that amongst us and curse me too
<The curse. 1690>

Cursed be the sages which did ordain / What Whigs BLa94*41 (f. 40r-v)
God bless King James and so farewell
<The anticurse. 1690 [`K J—s’ in MS’>

Room for a pedant with those forms of speech BLa94*42 (ff. 40v-41v)
But monsieur’s coin will always heavier weigh
<The comparison between the two secretaries. 1690>

For the miracles done BLa94*43 (ff. 41v-42r)
From the conduits of William and Mary
<On the promoted bishops. 1691>

Behold the man whose blood was rudely spilt BLa94*44 (f. 42r)
For none lived better none more bravely fell
<Wrote under Aston’s picture who was executed for treason. 1691>

Since Death on all lays his impartial hand BLa94*45 (f. 42v)
And fill all our veins with a nobler fire
<Song. By Cha[rles] Blount Esquire. 1691>

Here / Lies a peer BLa94*46 (f. 43r)
But here lies Henry Duke of Grafton
<The Duke of Grafton’s epitaph. 1691>

O vos qui de vestra salute securi estis BLa94*47 (f. 43v)
Et formosissimæ Mariæ
<Genti et sacello. Savillano sacrum. By Fleetwood Sheppard [`Anno Domini. 1691′] [marginal note: `Put into the Reader’s Common Pray[er] book at my Lord Dorset’s at Copt Hall’]>

O all ye people of this land BLa94*47.1 (f. 43v)
Of valiant Will and Mall the fair
<The preface to A Common Prayer Book. Englished by Mr Peter Humes>

My lords and gentlemen / I can never enough extol the divine goodness BLa94*48 (f. 44r-v)
that you will lay aside all threats and animosities and immediately fall to business
<King’s speech to the parliament Nov[ember] 4 anno domini 1691. After the victory over the French at sea [prose text]>

All you in whose gardens green laurels do grow BLa94*49 (ff. 44v-45r)
And drink his king’s health in old Adam’s wine
<A panegyric on the King’s return from Flanders. 1692>

A number of princes though poor ones ’tis true BLa94*50 (ff. 45r-46r)
Not a turd Sir
<A ballad on the confederates. In imitation of Ratecliff’s Ramble. 1692>

A poll and land tax are now coming forth BLa94*51 (f. 46r)
Like parting with our goods and consciences too / Which nobody can deny
<A ballad on the Poll Act. 1692 [not in CTable]>

Lay by your reason / Truth’s out of season BLa94*52 (ff. 46v-47r)
For you must either take the swear or starve or lose your station
<Song. To the tune of Love lies a-bleeding>

A lady fair I dare not name BLa94*53 (ff. 47r-48r)
And that was all my dream
<The lady’s confession>

That a prince who falls out with laws breaketh with his best friends BLa94*54 (f. 48r-49r)
Misfortunes come by chance when ministers are suspected
<The following maxims were found by a Jew amongst the papers of the great Almanzor. And though they must lose a good deal of their original spirit by the translation, yet they seem to be so applicable to all times, that it’s thought no disservice to make them public [prose text]>

Sir / Though I never received a favour from you nor can now hope BLa94*55 (f. 49r-v)
so the wit when I am hanged will make me a good post
<A sessions of poets. By Mr Coppinger. 1694. Versarum ?tetigisse timent fugiun[tque] et poetam / Qui sapiant. The dedication to the booksellers [prose text]>

Now had Apollo heard in verse and prose BLa94*56 (ff. 49v-51v)
He graciously commanded all to starve
<A session of the poets. Tanti est ut placeam tibi, perire. Math. Coppinger>

When Nebat’s famed son undertook the just cause BLa94*57 (f. 52r)
Makes a calf his high priest and himself the calf’s idol
<On Dr Tennison. A[rch]bishop [of] Cant[erbury]>

Ye Britons that are yet not weary of living BLa94*58 (ff. 52r-53r)
Whoe’er gets the crown be the jury’s immortal
<The Lancashire jury’s honesty. Or perjury defeated. To the tune of Packington’s Pound. 1694>

Mr Speaker / The petition now presented unto you in behalf BLa94*59 (ff. 53r-55r)
and that the same be not granted but by consent of parliament
<Mr Robert Price’s speech in the House of Commons touching a grant from King W[illia]m to the Earl of Portland for the revenue of the principality of Wales. December 1695 [prose text]>

When English coin shall have a face BLa94*60 (f. 55v)
Then leave you to your injured king
<A prophecy found in myn Heer van Bent[in]g’s closet at Loo. 1695>

Tell me Dorinda why so gay BLa94*61 (f. 55v)
At one both stink and shine
<On the Countess of Dorchester. 1696. By E[arl] [of] Dorset>

When Tories and parsons cant and pray BLa94*62 (f. 56r-v)
To drink a good health to old puss old puss
<A health>

Touch now touch now the tuneful lyre BLa94*63 (ff. 56v-57r)
Shines like stars from pole to pole
<An ode>

Maids need no more their silver pisspots scour BLa94*64 (ff. 57r-v)
As that which has so oft passed into thee
<On a silver pisspot. 1696/7. Occasioned, by calling in the plate to be coined>

Whither you impious Britons do you run BLa94*65 (ff. 57v-58r)
Entails this curse and will confound you all
<An allusion to the 7th epode of Horace. Quo, quo scelesti ruitis, etc>

Hail happy William thou’rt strangely great BLa94*66 (ff. 58r-v)
These serve the frogland prince they the prince o’th’air
<A panegyric 1696/7 [Henry Hall – O.P.]>

When William the wise BLa94*67 (ff. 58v-60r)

And sail to no purpose to Flanders
<A new ballad giving a true account of the late horrid conspiracy. 1696>

When a knight in the north is lopped in axe yard BLa94*68 (f. 60r-v)
‘Tis too late [to] repent so sin on and be damned
<A prophecy found on the 29th of January 1696 by some workmen digging up the ruins in the privy garden, and by them carried to the Usher of the Black Rod as it was written in a scroll of parchment>

When James with his army shall run from the Boyne BLa94*69 (f. 60v)
That every man is marked with want in his hand
<An answer [not in CTable]>

Pray Sir did you hear of a late proclamation BLa94*70 (f. 61r)
For they’ll go by the carrier and come by the post
<On the Exchequer bills>

To charming Celia’s arms I flew BLa94*71 (f. 61r-v)
A runlet of right Nancy
<In imitation of Ep[igram] 65 lib[er] the 12 Martial. By Thomas Brown [`runlet’: a cask for wine or beer]>

Last year in the spring / The life of the king BLa94*72 (ff. 61v-62r)
For a prince who has never offended
<Ballad on the capitation. 1697. By J: How>

When once we yield men all their vows retract BLa94*73 (f. 62r)
Why not by the whole pack as well as one
<The female’s opinion against confinement>

From William’s Dutch Hogens courtiers and sharks BLa94*74 (ff. 62v-63v)
And from enemies all to the Commonwealth / Libera nos Domini
<A litany>

Happy are they who wisely do foresee BLa94*75 (ff. 63v-65r)
But seek the nation’s interest and your own
<The result of the Lords of the Treasury. March 1697>

Great William concerned to leave his poor cullies BLa94*76 (f. 65r)
That he swore the next year he would make them a dozen
<On the nine kings. 1697>

When Burnet perceived that the beautiful dames BLa94*77 (ff. 65v-66r)
The lady in gratitude grants him the favour
<An excellent new ballad to the tune of Packington’s Pound>

Since ’tis your study and your care BLa94*78 (f. 66r-v)
One claims the fool the other all the knaves
<Algernon Sidney’s advice to his son>

Hail sacred day that each returning year BLa94*79 (ff. 66v-67v)
What English men for English rights dare do
<Anniversary 1698/9 30th January>

Whether Father Patrick be not Muckle John’s natural son BLa94*80 (ff. 67v-68r)
He has been always so since his head was opened
<Queries from Garraway’s coffee house [prose text]>

When plate was at pawn and fob at an ebb BLa94*81 (ff. 68r-69r)
And still in their language quake Vive le roy
<Royal resolutions>

Methink I see our mighty monarch stand BLa94*82 (ff. 69r-70r)
To make way for the son to bring a whore
<Flat Foot the gudgeon taker (1680) [`Methink’ is correct]>

Of villains rebels cuckolds pimps and spies BLa94*83 (ff. 70r-72r)
Nor Nell so much inverted Nature [spewed]
<Satyr against Whigs. 1681>

Thy groans dear Armstrong which the world employ BLa94*84 (f. 72r-v)
For they’re reserved by thunder to be slain
<On the death of Sir Thomas Armstrong. Who was executed at Tyburn June 20th 1684. By Mr Alyff who was hanged at Temple Barr October 30 1695>

Of all the plagues mankind possess BLa94*85 (ff. 73r-75r)
Worn out of date have chilled my tired muse
<Madam Le Croix [`La Croix’ in CTable]>

All the world can’t afford BLa94*86 (f. 75r-v)
To pull himself down
<Upon King James (1686)>

In dogg’rel rhymes we seldom use BLa94*87 (ff. 75v-77r)
Else swear our age wants wit as well as lights
<The practical quaker or The new lights. Lunæ minores velut inter ignes. Hor. (1687)>

A late expedition to Oxford was made BLa94*88 (ff. 77r-78v)
They’d marched more nimble without their music / Which nobody can deny
<On the Lord Lovelace’s triumphant march into Oxford. (1688)>

Yes fickle Cambridge Perkin found it true BLa94*89 (ff. 78v-79v)
Of Sejanus’ statue made pots and brass kettles
<Upon the burning of the late Duke of Monmouth’s picture at Cambridg (By Mr Stepney.) Quæstiæ [sic]. An vulgus sequitur fortunam semper et odit damnatos>

In hopes of sudden resurrection BLa94*90 (ff. 79v-80r)
Was anti-Christian self-denial
<An epitaph on passive obedience executed by virtue of the sentence of six or seven bishops and other inferior clergymen for high treason against our sovereign lord the rabble>

Canonical black coats like birds of a feather BLa94*91 (ff. 80r-81r)
When from Jure de Aleo they became Jure De-vino
<The convocation. (1688)>

What strong vicissitudes our age has known BLa94*92 (ff. 81r-82v)
None but an Œdipus knows which is worst
<The two gownmen (1688)>

How just is then the tribute of our eyes BLa94*93 (ff. 82v-84r)
And bath with tears of joy each bishop’s hearse
<Upon the sickness of the Archb[isho]p of Cant[erbury] Feb. 14 (1688) [`Opon’ in MS]>

By what I did hear the little bird sing BLa94*94 (ff. 84r-85r)
And we from their prickles that did so much harm
<Dialogue. Between Supple and Sturdy. (1688) occasioned by the Earls of Notingh[am] and Pembroke being against the abdication>

Madam I loathe the censures of the town BLa94*95 (ff. 85r-86r)
Is what knaves invent the fools believe
<A letter to my Lady Osburn. (1688) [`Osborn’ in CTable]>

Whence comes it that each base malicious pen BLa94*96 (ff. 86r-87r)
Is a good picture set in a wrong light
<The vindication (1688)>

My dearest friend that lov’st me so BLa94*97 (f. 87r-v)
To show how wounded love may triumph over death
<Ode (1688) In imitation of Horace. Septimi Gades aditure mecrum etc. Lib: ode>

Did you hear of the news an invisible fleet BLa94*98 (ff. 87v-88r)
For a parliament’s sunk and six regiments raised
<The invasion (1688)>

A thief that bravely bears away the prize BLa94*99 (f. 88r)
Let Heer van Brush or Tyburn be his doom
<Made upon the Lord Chancellor when he carried the charter home>

Would you be preserved from ruin BLa94*100 (ff. 88r-89r)
A third steps in and leaves them none
<The impartial inspection (1688)>

My fleets my castles and my towns BLa94*101 (f. 89r-v)
And dressed in ruins it ascend
<The soliloquy (1688)>

Humbly shew / That having lost our lives limbs and estates BLa94*102 (f. 90r)
our great achievements may be erected in testimony of your merit
<To the honourable convention of Lords and Commons. The humble petition of Major General Harrison, Mr Cook, Mr Cary, and Mr Hugh Peters, on behalf o[f] themselves, and the rest of the regicides [prose text]>

O last and best of Scots who didst maintain BLa94*103 (f. 90v)
And could not fall but with thy country’s fate
<On Dundee (by Mr Dryden.) (1689)>

Man and wife are all one BLa94*104 (f. 90v)
And you see him no more till supper
<A description of a Hampton Court life>

If abdicate James BLa94*105 (ff. 90v-91v)
And they have for their money their jest
<A new ballad. as it was made by Cooling and Shephard. To the tune of God prosper long our noble king etc>

If papist Jew or infidel / Would buy BLa94*106 (ff. 91v-92r)
To do what he omitted
<A ballad. as it was fixed on the Lord Dorset’s door at the Cockpitt (1689)>

All you that have Protestant ears to hear BLa94*107 (ff. 92r-93v)
Then broke all their swords and cried Vive le roy
<Jo: Haynes’s ballad on the Blue Guards alias the Inskilling regiment (1689)>

Passive obedience and non- BLa94*108 (ff. 93v-94r)
They that swear not are rogues in grain
<The female casui[s]t or Sherlock’s conversion (1690)>

Whether the graver did by this intend BLa94*109 (ff. 94r-95r)
But charmed with William’s name sneaked all away
<On the two pictures (1690) [`W:ms’ in MS]>

Our zealous sons of mother church BLa94*110 (ff. 95r-96r)
Damn his Whig soul and there’s an end
<The Tory creed. (1690)>

Auspicious day the best in all the year BLa94*111 (f. 96r)
But drink a jolly health to good old Puss
<On the 30th of January>

Die wretched Damon die quickly to ease her BLa94*112 (f. 96v)
Never of love so true let her complain
<Song. By John How. Esquire [`Jack How’ in CTable; `Ino’ in MS]>

Damon if thou wilt believe me BLa94*113 (ff. 96v-97r)
Much more gentle not so kind
<Answer. By Lord Dors[e]t [not in CTable]>

A thin ill-natured ghost that haunts the king BLa94*114 (ff. 97r-98v)
Should e’er be thus condemned to counselling
<The council of nine. (1690) [marginal note: `D[uke of] Leeds’]>

What chance has brought thee into verse BLa94*115 (ff. 98v-100v)
So may they live full many a year
<The female nine (1690)>

If injured monarchs may their cause explore BLa94*116 (ff. 100v-101v)
Which heaven approved of by the people’s voice
<A conference between King James and King William at the River Boyn the day before the battle (1690) by Charles Blount Esquire>

Now wars dissensions want and taxes cease BLa94*117 (ff. 101v-103r)
For they show they do love neither William nor Mary
<England’s congratulation for its happy condition under the glorious reign of King William and Queen Mary. To the tune of Packington’s Pound>

Welcome great monarch to the throne we gave BLa94*118 (ff. 103r-104r)
Our purses and our veins shall freely bleed
<A congratulatory poem on the king’s return from Ir[e]land. (1690)>

Such is the mode of these censorious days BLa94*119 (ff. 104r-105r)
To save herself was forced to let him die
<On Mr Hobbs. (1690)>

Stain of thy country and thy ancient name BLa94*120 (f. 105r-v)
Eclipse those glories you for us have won
<On the Earl of Torington (1690)>

With a grave leg and courteous smile BLa94*121 (ff. 105v-108v)
That with one voice they cried well moved
<The opening of the session (1690)>

What Nostredame with all his art can guess BLa94*122 (ff. 108v-109v)
Under a female regency may rise
<Prologue to The prophetess. By Mr Dryden (1690) [`Nosterdame’ in MS]>

Tired with the business of the day BLa94*123 (ff. 109v-111r)
At once to lose so good a dream and smock
<Melesinda’s misfortune on the burning of her smock>

As in a dream our thinking monarch lay BLa94*124 (ff. 111r-112v)
Puffing to find himself so far outdone
<The ghost of Charles the second>

You English men all that are tendered the curse BLa94*125 (ff. 112v-114r)
Not so soon from his wife as his money is parted / Which nobody can deny
<The divorce (1691)>

Resolved that the full proof of adultery committed against her husband BLa94*126 (f. 114r-v)
adulterium esse continuandum dummodo in parliament episcopi consederent
<Resolutions of the House of Ladies [prose text]>

Dear Somerton once my beloved correspondent BLa94*127 (ff. 114v-116r)
Though betwixt you and I ’tis your servant Jack How
<An epistle to Somerton secretary to the muses. (1691)]>

No sooner had the royal senate met BLa94*128 (f. 116r-v)
The crown the bridegroom and the church their bride
<A supplement to the opening of the session (by Charles Blount Esquire) (1691)>

Who would have thought that Rome’s convert so near BLa94*129 (ff. 116v-117r)
For the honour of England to battle shall ride
<On the E[arl] of Sunderland etc (1691/2)>

Welcome great princess to this lonely place BLa94*130 (f. 117r-v)
This is the subject of all our loyal prayers
<The night bellman of Pickadilly to the Princess of Denmark. (1692)>

You are to take a messenger with you and find out the dwelling house BLa94*131 (ff. 117v-118r)
but as for the watch waits fiddlers and others orders are sent to Mr Killigrew about them
<My Lord Notingham’s order to Mr Dives late clerk of the council upon notice of the aforesaid verses [prose text] [not in CTable]>

I’ll have a new test which neither shall own BLa94*132 (f. 118r-v)
And France is encumbered by politic Paul / Which nobody can deny
<A new nothing (1692)>

Married Sir Robert can the news be true BLa94*133 (ff. 118v-119v)
Tell me if marriages proves so very sweet
<A dialogue between Sir Robert Howard and Col[one]l Tittus. (1692)>

Pro Jacobo secundo sine regno rege BLa94*134 (f. 119v)
Quam fortunæ ludibrium
<Votum [`Jackobo 2d:’ in MS]>

Hail mighty James a king without a crown BLa94*135 (ff. 119v-120r)
He’s his priest’s cully and his people’s scorn
<The wish>

Dear Sir a lady cried that’s much renowned BLa94*136 (f. 120r-v)
And reign the monarch coxcomb of the little town
<On Mr Grivill at Astrop Wells. (1692/3)>

In grey haired Celia’s withered arms BLa94*137 (ff. 120v-121r)
Te Deum sing in quiet
<On the French king. by Lord Dorsett (1692) [marginal note: `Madam Maintenon’] [`quite’ in MS]>

Mr Speaker / I have troubled you little of late for indeed BLa94*138 (f. 121r-v)
and calling a new one in January next to be read a second time and committed
<A speech which was intended to have been spoken by Mr John Smith a member of the House of Commons on Saturday the 28th of January 1692 (upon occasion of the Triennial Bill) but by changing his coat was unfortunately left at home in his pocket [prose text]>

Courage dear Mall and drive away despair BLa94*139 (f. 122r)
With pride vain glory and hypocrisy
<A Madam Madam B Beauté sexagenaire. Lady Manchester. By Lord Dorset. 1693>

While slaughtered Ottomans advanced your fame BLa94*140 (f. 122v)
That I myself might think him worthy me
<A letter from an English lady to Pr[ince] Lewis of Baden. 1693>

As when the queen of love engaged in war BLa94*141 (f. 123r)
While she the goddess is and you the saint
<Upon the recovery of M[istris]s Mohun from the smallpox 1693/4>

The God of Day descending from above BLa94*142 (ff. 123r-126r)
In verse immortal as thy gallery
<The progress of beauty. 1694>

Let noble Sir Positive lead the van BLa94*143 (ff. 126r-127v)
That his Majesty lives at the Rose and Crown / Which nobody can deny
<The clubmen of the House of Commons. (1694)>

In early days ere prologues did begin BLa94*144 (ff. 127v-128r)
If satyr did not grin and growl and guard the coast
<The stroller’s prologue at Cambridge. 1695. By Sir H Sheers>

Soon as the dismal news came down BLa94*145 (f. 128v)
This I protest is all my own
<Oxford barber’s verses on the queen’s death. (1695)>

Harmonious strings your charms prepare BLa94*146 (ff. 128v-129r)
The praise of their victorious king
<Song to the king after the taking of Namure (1695). By Mr Pryer. and sung before the king at the Hague>

A petition of the Lord Windsor praying that as soon as he is married BLa94*147 (ff. 129r-v)
and that no others do presume to print the same / Thomas Cook of Darby speaker
<Votes [prose text]>

Sorrell transformed to Pegasus we see BLa94*148 (f. 130r)
Gave the last stroke and made the number ten
<Upon the author of the Latin epigram>

Transcendent Sorrell worthy heaven to grace BLa94*149 (f. 130r)
And share your self the blessings which you give
<Translation of the Latin epigram>

When first royal Nancy she mounted the throne BLa94*150 (f. 130r-v)
And be glad to be rid of a rogue and a bitch / Which nobody can deny
<[no title]>

At dead of night after an evening ball BLa94*151 (ff. 130v-132r)
Leaving the trembling princess drowned in tears
<The Duchess of York’s ghost (1690)>

God prosper long our gracious Will BLa94*152 (f. 132r-v)
We ne’er shall see ’em more
<The triumphs of King William. Being an excellent new ballad of all his glorious achievements since his landing. To the tune of Chivy Chace 1690>

My lords and all you gentlemen BLa94*153 (f. 133r-v)
To your all wise opinion
<King’s speech burlesqued. (1692)>

When people find their money spent BLa94*154 (ff. 134r-136v)
With farthing candles lighted home / Before Sir
<The campaign. (1692)>

My lords and gentlemen I greet you BLa94*155 (ff. 136v-137v)
By my lord keeper so God b’wi’ you
<The king’s speech (1693)>

The glory of our English arms retrieved BLa94*156 (f. 138r)
To stamp his queen and cuckold on one coin
<A medal lately made at the Tower on one side is Queen Ann on the reverse is a chevalier on horse back in armour with a motto Sine Clade Victor, and there is made another person kneeling at his feet who presents the chevalier with three keys with this motto, Huijo Bonn Leige [ie Liège] et Limbourgh captis. Sine clade victor>

When a church and a hill to the Danube advance BLa94*157 (f. 138r)
By one who was lately in Packington’s Pound
<A prophecy>

Do not most fragrant earl disclaim BLa94*158 (f. 138r-v)
Am turned of five and forty
<In imitation of Horace by Lord Granville inscribed to the E[arl] of Scarsdale>

Miss Danae when fair and young BLa94*159 (ff. 138v-139v)
And clap your padlock on her mind
<An English padlock>

Long since two loyal earls the court forsook BLa94*160 (f. 139v)
But not to hearts entirely Scotch by [God]
<[no title] [not in CTable] [`C—t’ in MS!]>

Theniles an apostle brother long BLa94*161 (f. 140r)
Whose steady soul a wav’ring renegade disdains
<These lines were omitted by a mistake of the printer, they follow Brittonos character [not in CTable] [not found in LION>

Let my Britons now boast BLa94*162 (f. 140v)
We’ll root out the name of a Tory
<A new ballad writ by Jacob Tonson and sung at the Kit Kat Club on the 8th of March 1704>

Say goddess muse for thy all-searching eyes BLa94*163 (ff. 141r-146v)
Retiring leaves their hopes involved in endless night
<Faction displayed>

When Dryden’s tuneful celebrated muse BLa94*164 (f. 147r)
The critic’s judgement and the poet’s wit
<To the concealed author of this excellent poem [ie `Faction displayed’ above]>

O matchless genius whose exalted lays BLa94*165 (f. 147r-v)
Charm and compose the moral world to piece
<To the unknown author of the incomparable poem Faction displayed [i.e. William Shippen]>

Again my muse nor fear the steepy flight BLa94*166 (ff. 147v-151v)
Nor could his virtue win a factious people’s love
<Moderation displayed>

We’ll remember the men that go with us again BLa94*167 (f. 152r)
And Just and Wright is the word Sir
<The Northampton shire song on elections 1705 [marginal note: `Sir Justinian Isham and Mr Cartwright’]>

Such was our builder’s art that soon as named BLa94*168 (f. 152r-v)
They scarce could bear the lustre of these eyes
<Prologue spoken at the first opening of the queen’s new theatre in the Hay-Market>

Good people / This same theatre here being intended for pious and virtuous representation BLa94*169 (ff. 152v-153r)
we hope to see you here tomorrow again that we may break Mr Rich and Mr Eastcourt
<The opening prologue paraphrased in a familiar style, for the better conception of the true meaning, and for the particular use of Mr Jer[emy] Collier [prose text]>

When mother church had Anna for her daughter BLa94*170 (f. 153r)
By Sid and Sarah forced she leaves it in the lurch
<[no title] [not in CTable] [`Ann:’ in first line, `Anna’ in second] [marginal note: `Ld godolphin an Dutch: Marlborough’]>

Here’s a health to the tackers my boys BLa94*171 (f. 153v)
Will be surely a rogue on occasion
<A health to the tackers on election at Coventry 1705>

Blown up by factions and by guilt pushed on BLa94*172 (f. 153v)
Wedged in the timber that he strove to rend
<On the Duchess of M[arlboroug]h>

Hans Carrel impotent old BLa94*173 (ff. 154r-155r)
But not at all by madam seen
<Hans Carrell de la fountaine imitated>

He that owns with his heart and helps with his hand BLa94*174 (f. 155v)
Whose health now I drink and whose friendship I own
<The Welsh health [`Welch’ in MS]>

If ever tender virgin’s prayer BLa94*175 (f. 155v)
As lovely Grafton would with me
<A wish to the queen on her birthday by Lady M. Ch[urchi]ll>

The globe on earth on which we dwell is tacked unto the poles BLa94*176 (f. 156r)
Then what a pox about the tack do fools keep such a pother
<The tack>

Though my spirits are brought very low BLa94*177 (f. 156r-v)
But the echo of Vive le roy
<A cordial for the French king. Since so many upstarts do daily publish one thing or other to counterfeit the true original cordial for recruiting the French king’s spirits […] The bottles are sealed up with the effigies of my L[or]d Ha[ver]sham and Dr D’Av[ena]nt shaking hands. The cordial [not in CTable]>

O yes henceforward sit omnibus notum BLa94*178 (f. 157r)
And Bavaria’s cheap mistress makes Charles a dear wife
<Pasquin’s compliment to the Duke of Shrewsbury upon his marriage, translated out of Italian>

Stephen Pope of Newtown BLa94*179 (f. 157r)
Tho[mas] yeoman of Branham
<A copy of a grand jury returned before Judge Doddridge complaining of a fomer jury being too mean. 1619 [list of names]>

France aims at all BLa94*180 (f. 157v)
The devil would overturn all
<The parts of Europe engaged all to all>

The queen like heaven shines equally on all BLa94*181 (f. 157v)
And then the queen will see as well as touch
<On the queen’s knighting Dr Read and Hans>

Ye sons of my church who were ever of such BLa94*182 (f. 158r)
To the Protestant line to a man will incline all the one three four
<Oliver Cromwell’s ghost. advice to his friends>

Here’s a health to the tackers about let it pass BLa94*183 (f. 158v)
Such Commons to have a rump House of Lords
<The Suffolk health>

Had parts and merit gained the chair BLa94*184 (f. 158v)
Do this and then the chair’s thy own
<On Mr Bromly’s standing for speaker>

Sore sick a lady late did lie BLa94*185 (f. 159r)
That called for a physician
<The lady’s fall>

While fanatics and papists and quakers agree BLa94*186 (f. 159r-v)
And the church in no manner of danger
<The church in no danger. A song>

Chaste Halifax and pious Wharton cry BLa94*187 (f. 159v)
For what Caesar told them by God is true
<[no title; title in CTable: `On the church’] `H—fx’ and `W—hton’ in MS]>

Ye Jacks of the town and Whigs of renown BLa94*188 (f. 160r-v)
And the queen God be praised dined well / With a hum
<A ballad of a hum [`they Queen’ in MS]>

Here day and night conspire a cunning flight BLa94*189 (f. 161r)
You’ll quickly see day through a little hole
<Upon Mr Abraham Day’s breaking who lived at the sign of the horseshoe run away by night>

Be wise as Somerset as Somers brave BLa94*190 (f. 161v)
Will make the[e] for an able statesman fit
<The country parson’s honest advice to Lord Keeper C[ow]p[e]r>

O Anna thy new friends and prick-eared court BLa94*191 (ff. 161v-162r)
My ears I hazard to secure your head
<Verses on the late promotion. 1705>

Plenipotentiary to the states BLa94*192 (f. 162r-v)
besides what was presented by the King of Prussia the Elector of Hanover and other courts
<An estimate of the yearly income of one prince [list of items @ pounds per annum]>

Now beloved if we are not happy whose fault is it BLa94*193 (f. 162v)
and a Cooper for a keeper that will keep her as tight as a drum
<The conclusion of Doctor Burgess’ sermon [prose text]>

Be pleased when nothing offers better BLa94*194 (ff. 162v-163v)
To build it by a tax on coals
<A letter>

Resolved that the maxims and policies of the most renowned province BLa94*195 (ff. 163v
-164r)
different from all other people and perhaps hardly consistent even with themselves
<The resolutions of the parliament of Goteham assembled December the 6th 1641 [prose text]>

Take two ounces of Whigs of Tories the same BLa94*196 (f. 164v)
When drank as cold tea makes her Majesty merry
<[no title] [`M— ‘ in MS] [`Probat[um] est: Garth M: D:’] [not in CTable]>

No wonder winds more dreadful are by far BLa94*197 (f. 164v)
Burn but the witch and all is well
<The witchcraft>

Sam Wills had viewed Kat Betts a smiling lass BLa94*198 (f. 164v)
To have experience first and then to trust
<No trust to appearances>

Welcome thou friendly earnest of fourscore BLa94*199 (f. 165r)
To entertain thee or come here no more
<On the first fit of the gout>

Whigs the first letter of his odious name BLa94*200 (f. 165r)
Noll’s and Ireton’s line is in him yet
<An anagram on Wharton>

I’ll tell thee Estcourt a pleasant tale BLa94*201 (f. 165v)
By a Hottentot of the Order
<An excellent new ballad in honour of St George and the most noble Order of the Garter>

A trifling song you shall hear BLa94*202 (ff. 165v-166r)
And his song is a trifle to boot
<A song of a trifle>

When Mother Clud had risen from play BLa94*203 (f. 166r-v)
A mousetrap man chief engineer
<On the great architect van B[rugh] [`Vanbrugen’ in CTable]>

Pray listen a while I’ll a rascal describe BLa94*204 (ff. 166v-167v)
What set off my beauties alas are lost all / Which nobody can deny
<A new ballad>

Damon forbear and don’t disturb your muse BLa94*205 (ff. 167v-168r)
And may his glory with his hours increase
<The court>

From London Paul the carrier coming down BLa94*206 (f. 168v)
I warrant I’d find mouth if they find men
<Little mouths>

O Anna think thou poor unhappy queen BLa94*207 (ff. 168v-169r)
Fear not whole myriads in thy cause will join
<Advice to the queen [`A–a’ and `Qu— ‘ in first line and throughout]>

These nations had always some tokens BLa94*208 (ff. 169r-170r)
From Sunderland and the wise duchess
<Age of mad-folks. The impeachment of Dr Sachevrell 1709/10 [marginal note: `D[uche]ss of Malborough’]>

When the twenty brave pleaders culled out of the throng BLa94*209 (ff. 170r-171r)
They went of[f] with a whoop and he with a hallow
<To Packington’s Pound>

Come ye old English huntsmen that love noble sport BLa94*210 (ff. 171r-172r)
Stick at nothing that’s base you’ll be o’th’ committee / Then to horse etc
<The old pack>

Come buy my new ballet BLa94*211 (ff. 172r-173r)
And all Popish plotters and their plotters shall down
<The old cloak>

At dead of night when peaceful spirits sleep BLa94*212 (f. 173r-v)
By Murray’s projects and Prior’s mouse
<The junto>

All government is overturned by obedience and established BLa94*213 (ff. 173v-174r)
the principles of disobedience and of the mob to rebel in defence of loyalty
<Age of riddles. Qui color est albus nunc est contrarius albo [prose text]>

The best of prelates in a factious age BLa94*214 (f. 174v)
At him they strike but you’re she the sacrifice
<Laid on the q[ueen’]s toilet on the 30th January 1710>

In sounds of joy your tuneful voices raise BLa94*215 (f. 174v)
But thank the Almighty that you are not damned
<The thanksgivings [`Thanksgiveing’ in CTable]>

Menon the Thessalian was extremely covetous and ambitious BLa94*216 (f. 174v)
Le retrait de dix mille 81 Zenophon
<The character of General Menon from Zenophon [prose text]>

We your Majesty’s most dutiful etc. / Being informed by that bright orator BLa94*217 (f. 175r)
of our duty and regard to your Majesty and the welfare of your people
<To the queen’s most excellent Majesty etc [prose text]>

For shame ye doting fools for shame be wise BLa94*218 (f. 175r-v)
Of your own ruin and your sovereign’s doom
<To the right reverend the seven guilty bishops>

Ben Hoadley Johnson Julian and Oates BLa94*219 (f. 175v)
When thou mayest be impeached and he preferred
<Upon the Commons addressing the queen to prefer Hoadly>

As in those climes where poisonous plants abound BLa94*220 (f. 175v)
One to destroy was born and one to save
<A court simile>

Amongst the high church I find there are several BLa94*221 (f. 176r)
It may be Hoadley the high and Sacheverell the low
<Interest governs conscience>

Dear Tom / I have just time to give you an account BLa94*222 (f. 176r-v)
they may continue to lead us by the nose some few months longer
<A letter [prose text] [cf. #222 below]>

Madam look out your title is arraigned BLa94*223 (f. 176v)
And restoration is the consequence
<Fair warning>

Whilst brave Sacheverell saps the ground we find BLa94*224 (ff. 176v-177r)
And Anna’s future days with settled peace be blessed
<Answer to Fair warning>

I sing the famous city BLa94*225 (ff. 177r-178v)
Of our gracious queen at Bendar
<A new ballad on the bishop’s forbidding the bells to ring at Dr Sacheverell’s entrance into Worcester>

So represented have I seen BLa94*226 (f. 178v)
What e’er within the spirit muttered
<A simile on an echo, In St James’s Park>

A man with expense and infinite toil BLa94*227 (ff. 178v-179r)
That was nothing but weeds what was garden before
<The tale of a nettle>

The great conveyer both of truth and lies BLa94*228 (ff. 179v-180r)
Sermons and petticoats shall be thy fate
<A letter from the god of war to a parliament manager>

Dear Tom / I have just time to give you an account BLa94*229 (f. 180v)
they may continue to lead us by the nose some few months longer
<[no title] [NB same as #222 above, but in a different hand] [prose text]>

Four impudent cits stock-jobbers I mean BLa94*230 (f. 180v)
This once she’d pardon ’cause midsummer moon
<On the Bank of England>

Under this marble lies the dust BLa94*231 (f. 181r)
For if he wakes he’ll straight impeach ye
<Epitaph on Mr Dolben>

Brother I can’t but take it very ill BLa94*232 (f. 181r)
We bellmen know the darkest night succeeded is by morning
<The bellman of St Saviour Southwark. To the bellman of Margaret’s Westminster [not in CTable]>

Invidious Whigs since you have made your boast BLa94*233 (f. 181r)
With Presbyterian tubs to light the fire
<On the mob for Dr Sacheverell [could be `Insidious’]>

The man I sing BLa94*234 (ff. 181r-182r)
I’ll follow you no longer
<A song>

Thou who the pangs of my embittered rage BLa94*235 (ff. 182r-183r)
These virtues you so late admired in me
<The Earl of Godolphiln to Dr Garth. Honest daughters running away>

Dear Dick howe’er it comes into his head BLa94*236 (f. 183r)
And in one word a good man and a true
<Horace Lib. 1. Epistle the ninth. Septimius, Claudi, nimirum, intelligit unus, / Quanti me facias. etc. To the right honourable R[obin] H[arley] Esquire. [CTable has: `Prior to Robin Harley’]>

If this strange vice in all good singers were BLa94*237 (ff. 183v-184v)
And omnibus hoc vitium were ?better writ
<The songster’s defence. The author answers his friend, who blames him for not singing when desired. He contradicts the satyr of Horace, Omnibus hoc vitium etc. He defends Tigellius, and proves that Horace had no actual skill in vocal music [?`be’er’ in MS]>

Who’s there a Whig and one of quality BLa94*238 (ff. 185r-186v)
You’ll have sufficient force to keep your own
<A true account of what happened lately in Hell [not in CTable] [The bold `block’ font of the heading familiar from another MS?]>