London, British Library, MS Harley 6913 (BLh13)

A professionally written miscellany with both original pagination and modern foliation. The scribe has taken great care with layout and avoids beginning a poem on a verso. The later hand (dated September 1912 in note at end of MS) which adds cross-references to `D P’ [Duke of Portland] made similar annotations in BLh19.

Gentle reproofs have long been tried in vain BLh13*1 (ff. 1r-2r)
To fright away the vermin of the age
<Prologue [f. 2v blank]>

Julian in verse to ease thy wants I write BLh13*2 (ff. 3r-4v)
May villain Frank f[uc]k Mazarin no more
<To Mr Julian from the Lord R.>

All human things are subject to decay BLh13*3 (ff. 5r-10r)
With double portion of his father’s art
<Mac Fleckno [f. 10v blank]>

How dull and how insensible a beast BLh13*4 (ff. 11r-18r)
Learn to write well or not to write at all
<Essay on satyr [f. 18v blank]>

Of all the wonders since the world began BLh13*5 (ff. 19r-24r)
When all fools write to think no more of rhyme
<Barbara piramidum sileat miracula Memphis [f. 24v blank]>

Thou common shore of this poetic town BLh13*6 (ff. 25r-27v)
His mistress lost yet still his pen’s his sword
<A familiar epistle to Mr Julian secretary to the muses>

Disgraced undone forlorn made Fortune’s sport BLh13*7 (f. 28r-v)
Next after you by God I will be king
<A letter from the D[uke] of M[onmou]th to the k[ing]>

Shame of my life disturber of my tomb BLh13*8 (f. 29r-v)
Like him your angry father kicked you down
<Ross’s ghost [add (later hand): By the Earl of Roscommon. D P. v. 1. p 124]>

In a famous street near Whetstones Park BLh13*9 (ff. 30r-31v)
Or ’tis forty to one but they there catch a fall / With a fa la la la etc
<A ballad: to the tune of An old man with a bed full of bones>

Worthy Sir / Though weaned from all those scandalous delights BLh13*10 (ff. 32r-33r)
Could brook the man her sister so betrayed
<A letter to a friend by the Lord R— [f. 33v blank]>

‘Tis thought tall Richard first possessed BLh13*11 (ff. 34r-35r)
Whom God grant long to reign
<The chronicle. In imitation of Mr Cowley [f. 35v blank]>

Let ancients boast no more BLh13*12 (ff. 36r-37r)
Whilst her great name confronts eternity
<Pindaric [f. 37v blank]>

As on his deathbed gasping Strephon lay BLh13*13 (f. 38r-v)
Live not like Strephon but like Strephon die
<Song. Upon Lord Rochester’s death>

Of all quality whores modest Betty for me BLh13*14 (f. 39r-v)
What pity it is she runs resty with thee / She’s always etc
<A ballad [`Sweet Candish…’ as a refrain after each verse]>

As Colon drove his sheep along BLh13*15 (ff. 40r-43v)
Blither girls than any there
<Colon: [in another hand?] By Lord Buckhurst. 1679>

Filled with the noisome follies of the age BLh13*16 (ff. 44r-49v)
Unthinking Charles ruled by unthinking thee
<Rochester’s farewell>

The freeborn English generous and wise BLh13*17 (f. 50r-v)
To have enslaved but made this isle their friend
<Tacit[us] de vita Agric[olæ]. An allusion>

Methinks I see you newly risen BLh13*18 (f. 51r-52v)
The reins of government must break
<The looking glass>

Methinks I see our mighty monarch stand BLh13*19 (ff. 53r-54r)
To make way for his son to bring a whore
<The angler [f. 54v blank]>

Six of the female sex and purest sect BLh13*20 (f. 55r-v)
For all liked handling well but standing best
<Upon six holy sisters that met at a conventicle to alter the popish word of preaching>

How the first bout parson ’tis not your due BLh13*21 (ff. 56r-57r)
The harvest lady brought the harvest horn
<A plurality parson that having three livings and a wife gets his maid with child and marries her to his man [f. 57v blank]>

To honourable court there lately came BLh13*22 (ff. 58r-59r)
We’ll win him with goodness or awe him with fear / Which nobody can deny
<A ballad [f. 59v blank]>

Must I with patience ever silent sit BLh13*23 (ff. 60r-61r)
Or who’d be safe and senseless as Tom Thinn
<Satyr. 1679. Semper ego auditur [sci. `auditor’] tantum etc [add (later hand): D P v 1 p 2] [f. 61v blank]>

In Milford Lane near to Saint Clement’s steeple BLh13*24 (ff. 62r-64v)
A commonwealth their government shall be
<A duel [add (later hand): of the Crab Lice] between two monsters upon my Lady Bennet’s c[un]t with their change of government from monarchial to democratical [add (later hand): By Lord Dorset and H. Savile D P. v i. 132]>

Close by a stream whose flow’ry banks might give BLh13*25 (ff. 65r-68v)
And arms my tortured soul to bear my chains
<The parting between Sireno, and Diana>

Curse on those critics ignorant and vain BLh13*26 (ff. 69r-71v)
You may not only f[uc]k but f[uc]k your friend

Who’d be the man lewd satyr to indite BLh13*27 (ff. 72r-75v)
Those few unblemished are not meant in this
<Satyr unmuzzled>

Muse let us change our style and live in peace BLh13*28 (ff. 76r-79v)
And peevish Jack will never write again
<Utile dulce>

Of all the plagues with which this world abounds BLh13*29 (ff. 80r-82r)
The counsel’s good believe and take it
<An essay of scandal [f. 82v blank]>

Stamford’s countess led the van BLh13*30 (ff. 83r-85v)
Moll adieu you’ve lost your squire
<The ladies’ march>

In sixteen hundred seventy eight BLh13*31 (f. 86r-v)
England for all that need not care a louse
<The sham prophecy>

Have you heard of a lord of noble descent BLh13*32 (ff. 87r-88r)
And let us leave him as he left the fight / Now the Lord send us heav’n at our ending
<A ballad [end: To the tune of Cave Lilly-Man] [f. 88v blank]>

Cleveland was doubtless to blame BLh13*33 (ff. 89r-90r)
So many good buttered buns

A load of guts wrapped in a sallow skin BLh13*34 (f. 90v)
A rank o’erridden jade yet still a maid / Who should it be
<Riddle me riddle what’s this>

All the world can’t afford BLh13*35 (f. 91r)
For she’s able to bawd for a whole council board
<A pert imitation of all the flatteries of fate [f. 91v blank]>

Stamford’s is her sex’s glory BLh13*36 (ff. 92r-93r)
A bloody nose and constant weeping
<To the tune of – If Dr P— take exception [last stanza scribbled through] [f. 93v blank]>

Of a great heroine I mean to tell BLh13*37 (ff. 94r-96r)
She who no equal has must be alone
<A panegyric [f. 96v blank]>

Old Wainscot is i’th’ right with a hey with a hey BLh13*38 (ff. 97r-98v)
For a daughter of the godly with a hey trony nony nony no
<Some nonsense. to the tune of The magpies>

Of villains rebels cuckolds pimps and spies BLh13*39 (ff. 99r-102v)
Nor Nell so much inverted nature spewed
<An heroic poem>

Ye London lads be sorry BLh13*40 (ff. 103r-104r)
And the devil hang with him I trow
<Scotch song [f. 104v blank]>

Of all the fools these fertile times produce BLh13*41 (ff. 105r-107r)
Yet I have sense to know this is stark naught
<Scandal satyred [f. 107v blank]>

Of civil dudgeon many a bard BLh13*42 (ff. 108r-112v)
Betwixt the white-staff knight and lady of the red nose
<Canto [`Canto’ here in error (anticipation) for the `Argument’ (Nan and Frank two quondam friends)] [add (another hand): The Quarrel between Frank and Nan. (the Lord Newport & Nan Capell the Orange Woman) 1681] >

Tell me Armida tell me why BLh13*43 (f. 113r-v)
And stop at neither pox nor flowers
<A farewell to his mistress>

I who of divers villains sung before BLh13*44 (ff. 114r-116v)
To taste their sweetness drops with pleasure dead
<A supplement. To the late heroic poem. Ille ego qui quondam. or The same hand again>

Of fields I write famous for mighty lust BLh13*45 (ff. 117r-118v)
To send like Isham chancred to his grave

Let Tollemache {Talmish} preach to his dull simple crowd BLh13*46 (f. 119r-v)
If you resolve they shall obey your laws
<Satyr [`Talmish’ in MS]>

The town has thought fit BLh13*47 (ff. 120r-121v)
A greater still comes to inherit
<Satyr of the town>

A countess of fame BLh13*48 (ff. 122r-123v)
And makes up the meal with his sister
<An ill song to a good old tune>

I’m apt now to think BLh13*49 (ff. 124r-125r)
His bed should to Bridges be common
<An addition to Wonder not Nelly [i.e. the second stanza of `A countess of fame’ above] [this `Addition’ part of the one poem in other sources] [f. 125v blank]>

A famous poetress has lately writ BLh13*50 (f. 126r-v)
And so you might have often seen her swived
<The description of a poetress>

Give o’er ye dull sots BLh13*51 (f. 127r-v)
To show they loved rhyming much more
<Newmarket ballad>

Sir / ‘Twas Sarsfield’s {Sasfields} Parson’s and Mon Shermon’s wit BLh13*52 (ff. 128r-129r)
She locks up Skipwith in her dressing box
<Letter [f. 129v blank]>

Thou doting fond besotted am’rous fool BLh13*53 (ff. 130r-131v)
‘Tis better be a vassal in Algier {Argier}
<A satyr against love and woman {women TC} [add (later hand): D P v 1, 278]>

This way of writing I observe by some BLh13*54 (ff. 132r-133r)
All living creatures fuck except the king
<Satyr [add (later hand): D P. v, 3. 67] [f. 133v blank]>

Send forth dear Julian all thy books BLh13*55 (ff. 134r-136v)
And every night I’ll set and write / Then hey boys up go we
<To the tune of Hey boys up go we>

I sing the praises of a dirty thing BLh13*56 (f. 137r-v)
For she has charms to make a p[ri]ck not stand
<Satyr on a particular lady>

Come all you youths that yet are free BLh13*57 (ff. 138r-140v)
Like Arundel and Gray
<A ballad to the tune of Chevy-chace or When as King Henry ruled this land>

Assist me Stanhope {Stannop} whilst I sing BLh13*58 (ff. 141r-143r)
In prose or else in rhyme
<Chevy Chace second part [f. 143v]>

You scribblers that writ of widows and maids BLh13*59 (ff. 144r-145v)
If ev’ry one’s wife should be honest again
<Lady Freschvile’s song of the wives. To the tune of Four able physicians are lately come down etc.>

Alas for poor St James’s Park BLh13*60 (f. 146r-v)
‘Tis thought h’ had lost his life

Dorset no gentle nymph can find BLh13*61 (f. 147r-v)
For she’ll have Moll no more
<Dorset’s lamentation. for Mall Howard’s absence>

To Tunbridge I went BLh13*62 (f. 148r-v)
When she’d such inclinations to marry
<A ballad from Tunbridge. 1682>

Ladies take heed a northern blast approaches BLh13*63 (ff. 149r-150r)
When wit nor loyalty ne’er came from thence
<The character of two Scotch bards (after long strolling) lately arrived at Tunbridge [f. 150v blank]>

Julian how comes it that of late we see BLh13*64 (ff. 151r-152r)
And make them drunk some twice or thrice a day
<To Julian [f. 152v blank]>

As when proud Lucifer aimed at the throne BLh13*65 (ff. 153r-154r)
For though his pride’s as great his cunning’s less
<The parallel [f. 154v blank]>

If Sulla’s {Sylla’s} ghost made bloody Catiline start BLh13*66 (ff. 155r-157r)
Send Doctor Burnet to me or I die
<Mrs Nelly’s complaint. An elegy [f. 157v blank]>

Satyr’s despotic now none can withstand BLh13*67 (f. 158r-v)
Ne’er more to stretch her on the rhyming rack
<Advice to the satirical poets>

Julian with care peruse the lines I send BLh13*68 (ff. 159r-160v)
If managed well may help thee get in thine
<To the secretary of the muses: a New-Year’s gift>

I’ll show you the captains of Aubrey Vere BLh13*69 (ff. 161r-162r)
A rattlehead coxcomb who has bought so dear / He has never a penny of money
<A new ditty to an old tune of Three travellers [f. 162v blank]>

But why this fury all that e’er was writ BLh13*70 (ff. 163r-167r)
Houses blown up have stopped a fire’s course
<A satyr. Ignis ignibus extinguitur [f. 167v blank]>

Blest age when every purling stream BLh13*71 (ff. 168r-172v)
Once hid a sleep brings on eternal night
<The Golden Age>

Three nymphs as chaste as ever Venus bred BLh13*72 (ff. 173r-175r)
And all my foes such virtuous spouses get
<On three late marriages>

A widow young whose name is Bess BLh13*73 (ff. 175v-181v)
And once more send you to St James’s square
<Ogle’s history [new hand begins]>

Immortal powers inspire me while I sing BLh13*74 (ff. 182r-187v)
So shortly you shall hear of me again
<A satyr upon the mistresses>

Of all the vermin that did e’er debase BLh13*75 (ff. 188r-190v)
All loyal subjects join their prayers with me
<An essay>

Since all the world’s grown mad I’ll e’en go sing BLh13*76 (ff. 191r-196v)
He’ll like the prodigal return to th’ court

You sacred nymphs of Lebethra be by BLh13*77 (ff. 197r-206r)
When we’ve said all we can ’tis boundless still
<Mantuan eclogue 4th. Fæminum servile genus crudele superbum [f. 206v blank]>

‘Tis strange that you to whom I’ve long been known BLh13*78 (ff. 207r-210v)
And leave the bishops to reform the age
<A satyr, in answer to a friend [add (later hand): B H vol 3. 35]>

From the deep vaulted den of endless night BLh13*79 (ff. 211r-215r)
Souls damned to night must never view the day
<Rochester’s ghost. Addressing to the secretary of the muses>

Happy great prince and so much happier thou BLh13*80 (ff. 215v-219v)
And ‘midst a glorious heap of burning cunts expire

<2 blank, unfoliated pages>

<Table of Contents, ff. 220r-222v>