London, British Library, Additional MS 29497 ( BLa97)

Oliver Pickering has identified several poems in this MS as having been written by Henry Hall. No title page. `Purchd of W. C. Hazlitt. 4 July 1873′. Note number of works in common with 04pa, also Yo11 and Yo13. Original pagination and modern foliation. Some obscene verse has been excised or scribbled through. Consultation of the original would help clarify some the problems of mutilation: commentary here is based on study of the microfilm only. The Index was apparently compiled after the first round of excisions.

Julian / In verse to ease thy wants I write BLa97*1 (ff. 1r-2r; pp. 1-3)
And villain Frank fuck Mazarine no more
<To Julian [the last line has been scribbled through]>

Tired with the noisome follies of the age BLa97*2 (ff. 2r-3v; pp. 3-6)
[no last line]
<Rochester’s farewell [incomplete, owing to excision of pp. 7 and 8]>

In all humility we crave BLa97*3 (f. 4r; p. 9)
The greatest prince in Christendom
<The Commons to the king>

Charles at this time having no need BLa97*3.1 (f. 4r; p. 9)
Thanks you as much as if you did
<The answer [Not listed separately in TC]>

Of all the sots with which the nation’s cursed BLa97*4 (f. 4r-6r; pp. 9-13)
‘Tis better live a fop than die a fool
<The present state of matrimony>

Not thicker are the stars i’th’ milky way BLa97*5 (f. 6r-v; pp. 13-14)
no ll
<The survey [incomplete, owing to excision of pp. 15-20]>

[lost work] BLa97*6 (pp. [18-19])
<An historical ballad [Title from TC, poem began on excised p. 18] [Possibly `Much has been said of strumpets of yore’, as MS has a number of works in common with Yo13]>

[lost work] BLa97*7 ([p. 19])
<An essay [Title from TC, poem was on excised p. 19] [Possibly `Nature does strangely female gifts dispense’, as MS has a number of works in common with with Yo13]>

[No longer blame those on the banks of Nile] BLa97*8 (f. 7r; pp. [19]-21)
If you ne’er seek me out I’ll count you wise
<A riddle [Title from TC, poem began on excised p. 19, preserved from p. 21 but each line scribbled through]>

From councils of six where treason prevails BLa97*9 (ff. 7r-8r; pp. 21-23)
From Frank’s lame jests and Sir Roger’s lampoons / For ever good Lord deliver me
<A new litany>

Of all the plagues mankind possess BLa97*10 (ff. 8r-10r; pp. 23-27)
Worn out of date have chilled my tired muse
<Madam Le Croy>

Since scandals fly thick BLa97*11 (ff. 10v-12r; pp. 28-31)
And to clear ’em as I have done these
<Vindication first part>

Since you have forgot BLa97*12 (ff. 12v-14r; pp. 32-35)
The town has been cloyed with already
<Vindication second part>

Who can but wonder at this season BLa97*13 (ff. 14r-15v; pp. 35-38)
Shall be the subject of the next
<Lymonydes or The western expedition>

Since by just flames the guilty piece is lost BLa97*14 (ff. 15v-17r; pp. 38-41)
And make us while we pity him forget our loyalty
<Advice to a painter upon the defeat of the rebels in the west, and the west [sic], and the execution of the late Duke of Monmouth, — Pictoribus atque poetis / Quid libet — [marg: `his picture burnt at Cambridge’]>

Young widows and maids BLa97*15 (ff. 17r-18r; pp. 41-43)
To content both my lord and my lady
<The two Tom Lucys>

[Fools must be meddling in matters of state] BLa97*16 (ff. [18r]-[19v]; pp. [43]-[46])
[The apartment for swiving the verge of White]hall
<Satyr or Fools will be meddling [Foot of p. 43 torn off, removing beginning of poem. Title from TC. First preserved line is `Her grace’s renown I in coffee house meet’ on top of p. 44. The bottom third of p. 44 is likewise missing, and the next sheet cut to preserve only the beginning of the next poem at the foot of p. 46. 8 lines are preserved at the foot of p. 45; only `hall’ is visible in the last line]>

We Father Go—n Gregory and all BLa97*17 (ff. 19v-21r; pp. 46-49)
Or if you do we can absolve your for’t
<Advice to the test holders>

Give o’er ye poor players depend not on wit BLa97*18 (ff. 21r-22r; pp. 49-51)
Shall turn all my Bordeaux to Champagne and Nantes
<Julian’s farewell to the family of the coquettes>

Last night when I to sleep myself had laid BLa97*19 (ff. 22r-23v; pp. 51-54)
They all concluded with an Ave Mary
<Vision etc>

How liberty of conscience that’s a change BLa97*20 (ff. 23v-24v; pp. 54-56)
Jure divino whip and spur again
<Dr Wild’s ghost on his majesty’s gracious declaration for liberty of conscience April the 4th 1687>

Not all the threats or favours of a crown BLa97*21 (ff. 24v-26v; pp. 56-60)
Who love fierce drivers and a fiercer rein
<The man of honour>

As the late character of godlike men BLa97*22 (ff. 26v-28v; pp. 60-64)
Great without wars and undisturbed your reign
<Man of no honour>

Tell me thou treasury of spite BLa97*23 (ff. 28v-30v; pp. 64-68)
Shall soon grow current coin with Long
<A new letter to Julian>

Old Westminster the seat of kings whose law BLa97*24 (f. 31r-v; pp. 69-70)
But I must cease ’cause none can reach his praise
<The entry [TC adds: `of The Nuncio’]>

Escape by all the gods he never shall BLa97*25 (ff. 31v-32r; pp. 70-71)
Till we no more can add and thou no more canst bear
<An invitation of Mr Dryden to his new provostship by a freshman of the College of Dublin>

Near Hampton Court there lies a common BLa97*26 (ff. 32r-34r ; pp. 71-75)
Have patience till another year
<Hounslow Heath. Upon this place are to be seen, / Many rare sights, God save the queen>

I come my future fate to seek BLa97*27 (f. 34r-v; pp. 75-76)
Live unbeloved and unlamented die
<King and speaking head>

Appear thou mighty bard to open view BLa97*28 (ff. 34v-36r; pp. 76-79)
Though thou’rt the only proof how interest can prevail
<The laureate, or Jack Squab’s history in little drawn / down to his evening from his early dawn [TC title `Laureat. Satyr against Dryden’]>

I that was once an humble log BLa97*29 (ff. 36r-37v; pp. 79-82)
Got in my box and went to rest
<Speaking head and Father Godden: A true and perfect account of a late conference between the wonderful speaking head and Father Godden as it was related by the head’s own mouth to Doctor Fraiser>

When th’almighty had his palace framed BLa97*30 (f. 37v; p. 82)
Adding a place wanting in God’s creation
<On purgatory>

Keep to the church while yet you may BLa97*31 (f. 38r; p. 83)
You may forever vary
<A song: to the tune of Gather your rose buds etc>

As I was going last night to Whitehall BLa97*32 (ff. 38r-39r; pp. 83-85)
Or else you should have had them this end of September
<News from White-Hall>

Stand forth thou grand impostor of our time BLa97*33 (ff. 39r-41r; pp. 85-89)
Recant thy book and then go hang thyself
<The observator, or The history of Hodge and reported by some, / From his fiddling to Noll to his scribbling for Rome>

If liberty of conscience e’er was good BLa97*34 (f. 41r; p. 89)
So kindness gains where arguments do fail
<Found in the temple jakes>

Two Toms and Nat BLa97*35 (f. 41r-v; pp. 89-90)
Will cover his dominion
<Two Toms and Nat>

Williams this tame submission suits thee more BLa97*36 (f. 41v; p. 90)
Is’t so then drawer light me down to shite
<To W[illiam] Williams>

You Catholic statesmen and churchmen rejoice BLa97*37 (ff. 41v-42r; pp. 90-91)
For if this trick fail beware of your jacket
<The miraculous smock>

Religion’s a politic law BLa97*38 (ff. 42r-43r; pp. 91-95)
And then let us fight for the best
<The priest moderator [Although pagination jumps from p. 92 to p. 95, there seems to be no loss of text]>

Ah glory glory who are these appear BLa97*39 (ff. 43r-46r; pp. 95-101)
Publish the secrets of our hierarchy
<Dialogue. Scene Bedlam adorned with divers of the poet’s flowers. Enter Oliver’s porter, fiddler, poet [Speakers are Porter, Jonny, and Hodge. TC title `Dialogue between Oliver’s porter, Dryden and Le Strange’]>

[Naked she lay clasped in my longing arms] BLa97*40 (ff. 46r-v; pp. 101-[103])
[no last line]
<The imperfect enjoyment [Title from TC] [Lines 1-4 and the title on p. 101 have been excised (transparent paper has been laid over the space by the photographer, through which ll. 9-12 of `Upon Nothing’ (#48, p. 113) are faintly visible on the microfilm). Page 102 contains ll. 5-37 of Rochester’s `The Imperfect Enjoyment’ scribbled through. (Through the transparent paper part of the text on p. 100 is visible.) The end of the poem stood on excised p. 103. The following preserved page has been excised: some initial letters are readable on the stub]>

<pp. 103-112 excised>

[One day the amorous Lysander] BLa97*41 (pp. [103]-[106/7])
[no last line]
<An imperfect enjoyment by Mrs. A. Behn [Title from TC] [Pages 103-106/7 containing the poem have been excised]>

[lost work] BLa97*42 (pp. [107]-[110/111])
<The enjoyment [Title from TC] [Pages 107-110/111 containing the poem have been excised] [Perhaps `Since now my Sylvia is as kind as fair’]>

[lost work] BLa97*43 (f. 48r; pp. [111]-112)
<De vidua virum petente [Title from TC] [Pages 111-112 containing the poem have been cut, leaving only the bottom quarter for the purpose of preserving the beginning of the following poem. The remnant page 111 (now f. 47v) is a slip pasted onto the stubs of excised pages; however these lines have been scribbled through]>

A papist died as ’twas Jehovah’s will BLa97*44 (ff. 47r, 48r; pp. 112-113)
If you get in you’ll eat the devil here
<The papist’s ghost [Poem began originally on bottom of p. 112, which has been preserved as a slip pasted behind the stubs of excised pages (now f. 47r)>

Nothing thou elder brother even to shade BLa97*45 (ff. 48r-49r; pp. 113-115)
Flow swiftly into thee and in thee ever end
<Upon nothing>

A session of lovers was held t’other day BLa97*46 (ff. 49r-53r; pp. 115-123)
He had left being a man she would make him a beast
<The lovers’ session>

From all the women we have whored BLa97*47 (ff. 53r-54r; pp. 123-125)
Nor ever see Breda again / Quæsimus te audire nos domine
<A new litany. 1688 [The chorus changes from `Libera nos domine’ half way through the poem]>

Since prose won’t move we’ll try what verse can do BLa97*48 (ff. 54r-55r; pp. 125-127)
Or turn before repentance be too late
<Warning to the Protestant peers>

Humbly sheweth / That we your majesty’s poor slaves BLa97*49 (f. 55r-v; pp. 127-128)
The overplus of the saints’ merit
<The poets’ address>

The year of wonders now is come BLa97*50 (f. 56r; p. 129)
Till Louis does complete the jest
<Advice to the Prince of Orange>

Come all tricking papists Lady Abbess and nun BLa97*51 (f. 56r-v; pp. 129-130)
The church that gets heirs but I doubt she’s a whore
<Loretta, and Winifride, or the new way of getting children by prayers, and presents>

This worthy corpse where shall we lay BLa97*52 (ff. 56v-57r; pp. 130-131)
In the saints’ everlasting rest
<On Sir John Shorter who died in his mayoralty>

Your pardon John Bayes for I beg your excuse BLa97*53 (f. 57r-v; pp. 131-2)
Draw out your conquering pen and guard the crown
<The assembly of moderate divines>

‘Tis strange to think on BLa97*54 (ff. 57v-58r; pp. 132-133)
Where the devil has entered the swine
<Old Tom of Lincoln>

The critics that pretend to sense BLa97*55 (f. 58r-v; pp. 133-134)
And posted to the queen away
<The audience>

I did intend in rhymes heroic BLa97*56 (ff. 59r-60r; pp. 135-137)
All quickly will return to forty-eight
<The converts>

Why am I daily thus perplexed BLa97*57 (ff. 60r-61v; pp. 137-140)
For next fair wind be sure they come
<Dialogue [between M and J. TC has `between K. and Q.’]>

Ho brother Teague dost hear de decree BLa97*58 (ff. 61v-62r; pp. 140-141)
By Christ and Saint Patrick the nation’s our own / Lero lero…
<Irish ballad>

There was an old prophecy found in a bog BLa97*58.1 (f. 62r; p. 141)
Talbot’s the dog and Tyrconnel’s the ass / Lero lero…
<[no title] [not in TC, and really a continuation of `Ho brother Teague’ but separated off from it by dividing lines and also found as a separate poem in Of16]>

History speaks of men of great fame BLa97*59 (ff. 62v-63r; pp. 142-143)
God save the king and preserve the Dutch
<Jemmy trans sub>

The free born English generous and wise BLa97*60 (f. 63r; p. 143)
To have enslaved but made this isle their friend
<An allusion to Tacitus de vitâ Agricolæ>

Good people come buy BLa97*61 (ff. 63v-64r; pp. 144-145)
And his juggling Eve may by chance lose his own / By an orange
<Buy my oranges, or a pleasant new song to the tune of A pudding>

Last Sunday by chance BLa97*62 (ff. 64r-65v; pp. 145-148)
I’ll renounce the transubstantiation
<Religious relics. Or the sale at the Savoy upon the Jesuits breaking up their school and chapel>

Wearied with busyness and with cares oppressed BLa97*63 (ff. 65v-67r; pp. 148-151)
The infant by Christ ’tis his none joy
<The dream>

Good people I pray BLa97*64 (f. 67r-v; pp. 151-152)
And so will King Pippin too dry to be squeezed / By an orange
<The orange>

From the race of Ignatius and all their colleagues BLa97*65 (ff. 67v-68v; pp. 152-154)
To purchase no more than a poor cushion pregnant / Libera nos domine
<A new Protestant litany>

Old stories of a tiler sing BLa97*66 (ff. 68v-69r; pp. 154-155)
To swear and damn with a boon grace
<Tom Tyler or the nurse>

Our priests in holy pilgrimage BLa97*67 (ff. 69r-70r; pp. 155-157)
We’ll stab we’ll shoot / And damn to boot / Then hey boys up go you
<The explanation [not the usual `hey boys’ refrain]>

Farewell Petre farewell cross BLa97*68 (f. 70r; p. 157)
Farewell all deserve a rope
<The farewell>

When plate was at pawn and the fob at an ebb BLa97*69 (ff. 70v-71r; pp. 158-159)
And in their own language quack Vive le roy
<A prophetic lampoon made anno 1659 by the Duke of Buckingham relating to what would happen under King Charles the second>

A noble figure once J sate BLa97*70 (f. 71r; p. 159)
Crown not your heads with British bays
<O. and J:>

Whilst William van Nassau with Bentinck bardashau BLa97*71 (f. 71r-v; pp. 159-160)
You shall hear of in prose or in verse
<William Van Nassau>

Man and wife are all one BLa97*72 (f. 71v; p. 160)
And you see him no more till supper
<Hampton Court life>

What is’t to us who rules the state BLa97*73 (ff. 71v-72r; pp. 160-161)
This moment and this glass is ours
<A letter to a friend in imitation of Ovid: Bellicosus Cantaber>

Let England rejoice with heart and with voice BLa97*74 (f. 72r-v; pp. 161-162)
That e’er is attempted by William and Mary
<Now wars, dissensions, want, and taxes cease, / And we enjoy more wealth, more trade, more peace. To the tune of Packington’s Pound>

A shitten king bewrayed the usurped throne BLa97*75 (f. 73r; p. 163)
Plenty of turds must be the nation’s gain
<Shitten come shite>

The members of parliament [all] BLa97*76 (f. 73r-v; pp. 163-164)
But Lansdowne delivered a king
<The shash>

Some thieves by ill hap with an honest man met BLa97*77 (ff. 73v-74r; pp. 164-165)
And all that thence follows hangs on the same string
<Nonsense authenticated and consecrated by a vote of our late English convention, to be the main fundamental of our new government, or the modern state meaning of that silly word Abdicate>

Here’s a health to the king that the crown doth belong to BLa97*78 (f. 74r-v; pp. 165-166)
And let this be drunk by all hearts that are true boys
<A song>

From the Dutch coasts when you set sail BLa97*79 (ff. 74v-75r; pp. 166-167)
This is the advice of Doctor Lower
<A familiar epistle to K[ing] W[illiam]>

My Lords and my Commons ’tis my resolution BLa97*80 (ff. 75r-76r; pp. 167-169)
By sending to old Nick their second saviour
<His majesty’s gracious speech to his parliament which gave both lords and commons great content. To the A la mode tune of Packington’s Pound>

From unnatural rebellion that devilish curse BLa97*81 (f. 76r; p. 169)
From swearing to be true to William and Mary / For ever good Lord deliver us
<A litany>

But now let our prayers grow a little more civil BLa97*81.1 (f. 76v; p. 170)
And desert the dull crowd’s cornuted stateholder / We beseech thee to hear us
<The second part [Not listed separately in TC; note different refrain in first part]>

In times when princes cancelled Nature’s law BLa97*82 (ff. 77r-78v; pp. 171-174)
Stands still recorded in the books of fame
<Tarquin and Tullia>

What Nostredame with all his art can guess BLa97*83 (ff. 78v-79r; pp. 174-175)
Under a female regency may rise
<Prologue to The prophetess by John Dryden>

Though you my Lyce in some northern flood BLa97*84 (ff. 79v-80r; pp. 176-177)
And bear the coldness of the winds and rigour of your hate
<Extremum Tanain {Tanaim} si biberes {liberes} Lyce. Horace Ode the 10th lib. 3>

A thin ill-natured ghost that haunts the king BLa97*85 (ff. 80r-81r; pp. 177-179)
Should e’er be thus condemned to counselling
<The nine>

Cursed be the stars who did ordain BLa97*86 (f. 81r-v; pp. 179-180)
Pray that ‘mongst us and curse me too
<Ash Wednesday>

Our ladies fond of love’s sweet joys BLa97*87 (ff. 81v-82r; pp. 180-181)
This limping satyr’s Harry Colt
<Tunbridge. 1690>

Your lean petitioner sheweth humbly BLa97*88 (f. 82r-v; pp. 181-182)
To pray forever and forever
<The Countess of Dorsett to the queen. To her majestic mighty mistress / The Dorset countess all in distress>

When Monmouth the chaste read those impudent lines BLa97*89 (ff. 82v-83r; pp. 182-183)
With the want of true grammar good English or sense
<Monmouth>

What chance has brought thee into verse BLa97*90 (f. 83r-84v; pp. 183-186)
So may she live full many a year
<The female nine>

The witty Northumberland BLa97*91 (f. 84v; p. 186)
And silent Moll Howard
<Tunbridge dance>

With grave look and courteous smile BLa97*92 (ff. 84v-86v; pp. 186-190)
That with one voice they cried well moved
<The opening of the sessions in the House of Commons 1690>

Bentinck the goblet holds Carmarthen fills BLa97*93 (f. 87r; p. 191)
But none regards the writing on the wall
<Mene Tekell [end: Mene Tekell]>

March on march on brave Irish boys BLa97*94 (f. 87r-v; pp. 191-2)
When the king shall enjoy his own again
<Let the king enjoy his own again>

Thou filthy hypocrite of a dean BLa97*95 (ff. 87v-89r; pp. 192-195)
Tell him the news (L. R.) I’ll see you often
<A dialogue between the Lord Russell’s ghost, and the Dean of C.>

[Warmed with the pleasures that debauches yield] BLa97*96 (ff. 89r-?90r; pp. 195-[?198])
[no last line]
<The last night’s ramble [all text other than title scribbled through] [The sheet following p. 196 has been excised, and first letters of an unidentified poem are visible in the stub, but curiously this has not affected the pagination. The sheet containing pages 197 and 198 has been cut to preserve the title and first 4 lines of the following poem `At dead of night’ (#97) at the bottom of page 198 (though now pasted at the top). The scribbled-through lines on p. 197 are not the end of `Warmed with the pleasures’ but may be part of it. It is unclear from the microfilm what the relationship is between the excised page and the mutilated remnant [197]-[198], nor how these relate to the TC]>

At dead of night after an evening’s ball BLa97*97 (ff. 90v-92r; pp. 198-201)
Leaving the trembling princess drowned in tears
<The duchess’s ghost [Page [?198] is a slip only (see note to previous poem)]>

To our monarch’s return we our glasses advance BLa97*98 (f. 92r; p. 201)
And both are at home boys
<Monarch’s return [Oliver Pickering attributes to Henry Hall]>

Whereas the Jacobites do brag BLa97*99 (f. 92r-v; pp. 201-202)
Observe these orders as you please
<By Will and Moll a proclamation, / Farther to gull the bubbled nation>

As in a dream our thinking monarch lay BLa97*100 (ff. 93r-94r; pp. 203-205)
Laughing to find himself so far outdone
<The ghost>

Whether the graver did by this intend BLa97*101 (f. 94r-v; pp. 205-206)
But charmed with William’s name sneaked all away
<On a print with K[ing] W[illiam’s] head set on Cromwell’s shoulders>

You Englishmen all that lie under the curse BLa97*102 (ff. 94v-95v; pp. 206-208)
Not so soon from his wife as his money is parted
<The divorce>

Deserted and scorned the proud Marlborough sat BLa97*103 (ff. 95v-96v; pp. 208-210)
If like mother and sister thou hadst stuck to thy tail
<The false favourite’s downfall. To the tune of Packington’s Pound>

I love with all my heart / The Prince of Orange part / The loyal party here BLa97*104 (f. 96v; p. 210)
Though none do take my part / Resolve to live and die
<The double meaning>

A land tax and a poll {pole} are coming forth BLa97*105 (ff. 96v-97r; pp. 210-211)
For fear of the charge of maintaining our poor / Which nobody can deny
<The tax>

A mighty great fleet the like was ne’er seen BLa97*106 (f. 97r-v; pp. 211-212)
With the loss of some ships but in battle none slain / Which nobody can deny
<England’s triumph at sea pro ann[um] 1691>

Tell me sage Will thou that the town around BLa97*107 (f. 97v; p. 212)
Why then the beau’s a beast
<A dialogue between Fleet[wood] Shepard and Will the coffee man>

Here’s a health to the king to the king that prevails BLa97*108 (ff. 97v-98r; pp. 212-213)
They’ll over a bottle compose new thanksgivings
<The double health>

The Jacobites their cause t’advance BLa97*109 (f. 98r; p. 213)
I say the devil a bit
<The Jacobites etc>

Good people I pray you come hither BLa97*110 (f. 98r-v; pp. 213-214)
We shall never see any such more / Such priests etc
<Priests and king. A song>

From deposing of kings as a damned popish tenet {tenent} BLa97*111 (f. 99r-v; pp. 215-216)
But James may drive them both away / We beseech thee to hear us
<A litany [Note change of refrain from `Good Lord deliver us’ half way through]>

The author sure must take great pains BLa97*112 (f. 100r; p. 217)
And Mons within his hearing
<On the Prince of O[range’s] achievements in Flanders [Oliver Pickering attributes to Henry Hall]>

Madam / In the preamble to your proclamation BLa97*113 (f. 100r; p. 217)
Worthy your noble patrons the convention
<Remarks upon a late proclamation>

Here / Lies a peer BLa97*114 (f. 100v; p. 218)
But here lies Henry Duke of Grafton
<On the Duke of Grafton by a common soldier>

You madcaps of England which soldiers would be BLa97*115 (f. 101r; p. 219)
Sing tantararero long time long time sing
<A song>

Since ladies were ladies I dare boldly say BLa97*116 (f. 101r-v; pp. 219-220)
That your love is Italian and government Dutch / Ah who would have thought etc
<The ladies’ complaint>

Thank heavens we have a king BLa97*117 (f. 102r-v; pp. 221-222)
Into a stinking state / O twenty millions good etc
<Twenty millions. A song [TC has p. 220 in error]>

Little George of Denmark BLa97*118 (f. 102v; p. 222)
Has made this filthy stir
<Little George [TC has p. 221 in error]>

Deel faw mine eyne BLa97*119 (ff. 102v-103r; pp. 222-223)
As the stoot bonny Scot teuk the Tartar
<A Scotch whym>

There is a little thing which is in divers lands BLa97*120 (f. 103r-v; pp. 223-224)
This famous rarity has got come tell it if you can
<A riddle [TC adds: `on the letter M:’]>

When brewers and bakers BLa97*121 (ff. 103v-104v; pp. 224-226)
Confusion likewise to the Dutchman
<A parallel between O[liver] P[rotector] and P[rince of] O[range]>

If injured monarchs may their cause explore BLa97*122 (ff. 104v-105r; pp. 226-227)
For subjects are the surest guard of kings
<A dialogue between King James and King William>

Welcome great Russell from the coast of Spain BLa97*123 (f. 105r-v; pp. 227, 229)
You will be made our Lord High Admiral
<On Admiral Russell’s return from the straits [scribe omitted p. 228 in error, so that p. 229 and following odd-numbered pages are on versos]>

Why to the French should England be so civil BLa97*124 (f. 105v; p. 229)
We should not fool them thus away in rockets
<On the fireworks>

Good people why will you of all be bereft BLa97*125 (ff. 105v-106r; pp. 229-230)
Why should we be kept in the dark
<Good people [Oliver Pickering attributes to Henry Hall]>

Hail happy William thou art strangely great BLa97*126 (f. 106r-v; pp. 230-231)
Must serve their masters though they damn their souls
<Happy William [Attributed by Oliver Pickering to Henry Hall]>

Last year in the spring the life of our king BLa97*127 (f. 106v; p. 231)
For a prince that never offended
<Capitation>

You worthy patriots go on BLa97*128 (ff. 107r-108r; pp. 232-234)
Go home and look after your wives
<An encomium on a parliament>

Phillis the fairest of love’s powers BLa97*129 (f. 108v; p. 235)
Who’d neither kiss nor spin
<Philis by Lord Dorset [`fuck nor’ uncorr]>

Not many miles from Tunbridge town BLa97*130 (ff. 108v-109v; pp. 235-237)
Won’t furnish out a character
<Tunbridge Wells 1699>

For Gloucester’s death which sadly we deplore BLa97*131 (f. 109v; p. 237)
And to preserve the man destroyed the boy
<On the death of the Duke of Gloucester>

[lost work] BLa97*132 (pp. [238]-[?239]>
<King G[eor]ge and Abbot of West[minst]er [Title from TC. Poem began on excised p. 238]>

[lost work] BLa97*133 (p. [239])
<A dialogue between the Chan[cel]lor Maccles[fiel]d, and John Sheppard [Title from TC. Poem was on excised p. 239]

O my J. T. was good and firmly stood BLa97*134 (f. 110r; pp. 240)
To enjoy the house and the garden fair
<[no title (unless on excised p. 239); not in TC] [Stanzas numbered 1-9. New hand]>

To Sylvia’s bower I transported stole BLa97*135 (f. 110v; pp. 241-[242/?243])
[no last line]
<The discovery [All text other than title scribbled through. Only the first page preserved]>

<Pages 242-259 excised>

[Such a sad fate prepare to hear] BLa97*136 (pp. [243]-[246/?247])
[no last line]
<Dildoides [Title from TC. Poem began on excised p. 243]>

[lost work] BLa97*137 (pp. [247]-[257/?258])
<The delights of Venus [Title from TC. Poem began on excised p. 247]>

[lost work] BLa97*138 (pp. [258]-[259])
<Lord Rochester against his whore-pipe [Title from TC. Poem began on excised p. 258]>

[I swive as well as others do] BLa97*139 (f. 111r; p. [260])
[To wish those eyes to wish those eyes fucked out]
<The mock song [Title from TC. Poem was cut out of p. 260, with the last line just visible]>

[For standing tarses we kind Nature thank] BLa97*140 (f. 111r; pp. [260]-[261])
[no last line]
<An interlude. Enter Tarsander and Swiveanthe [Title and all but last 4 lines of text preserved as a consequence of cutting the page to preserve the beginning of the following poem, but all scribbled through>

Kind William came over to rescue this nation BLa97*141 (ff. 111v-112r; pp. 261-262)
As Britain’s glorious Dutch and German kings
<Britain’s defenders of the faith, and the Lord’s anointed. Facit indignatia versum [New hand]>

Grant me gods a little seat BLa97*142 (f. 112r-v; pp. 262-263)
When I ask a little more
<A little wish [Not in TC. In another hand]>

As truant Cupid on the rake BLa97*143 (f. 113r-v; pp. 264-165)
Mama I’m sure I feel their feather
<Love disarmed or Blindman’s buff [Not in TC. In another hand]>

<TC in the principal hand>