London, British Library, MS Harley 6914 (BLh14)

Beal describes as `a quarto miscellany of poems on affairs of state; early 18th century’. The latest item is dated 1720 but the main entries cease circa 1706. It is written in two hands, the first, rough, thick and informal (not unlike Harley’s own) and the second a practised clerk’s hand. Cameron has pointed out that the main contents are imbedded among interpolations in almost actually the same order in V90, VAd43, making it a `private transcript’ member of his `Restoration’ group. DoC 33, 86, 127, 158, 250, 290; EtG 74.]

<`Table’ on ff. *1r-*6v in same hand, unusually with both the title and first line. Followed by 2 blank pages. Original pagination and modern foliation begin on next recto. Unusually also, scribe adopts spelling `satir’ in the titles, with `satire’ in the TC>

The parsons all keep whores BLh14*1 (ff. 1r-2r)
And blind Lord Vaughan turn saint
<A new ballad by Lord Rochester to the tune of Chivet Chase {Chiviot Chace TC}>

When to the king I bid good morrow BLh14*2 (f. 2v)
And from that politic Grammont
<Dialogue by Lord Rochester [add (TC): between Nelly, Portsmouth, King, and People]>

O what damned age do we live in BLh14*3 (f. 3r-v)
They get on each other and ride
<Song Lord Rochester>

There’s no such thing as good or evil BLh14*4 (ff. 3v-4r)
God’s grace abounds never the more
<Song by Lord Vaughan>

From a proud sensual atheistical life BLh14*5 (ff. 4r-5v)
And buying three hillocks for the three kings of Brentford / Libera nos domine
<Duke of Buck[ingham’]s litany [in another hand: `B H. vol: 1, p 49′] [marg (last line): `i.e. Syon hill, College hill, Cliveden hill’]>

Of all quality whores modest Betty for me BLh14*6 (f. 6r-v)
What pity it is she runs resty with thee
<Ballad on Betty Felton>

I am a senseless thing with a hey with a hey BLh14*7 (ff. 6v-8r)
For a master’s place above
<A new ballad, Tune I am the Du[ke] of Norfolk>

The clog of all pleasures the luggage of life BLh14*8 (f. 8v)
Was a hell upon earth worse than that will come after
<Against a wife>

God bless our good and gracious king BLh14*9 (f. 8v)
Nor ever did a wise one
<King Cha[rles] praising the translation of the psalms, Lord Rochester said I’ll show you how they run>

Cleveland was much to blame BLh14*10 (f. 9r-v)
So many buttered buns
<On the Duchess of Cleveland>

Ye London lads be sorry BLh14*11 (f. 10r-v)
And the devil reward ’em I trow

Since you will needs be kind to me BLh14*12 (ff. 10v-11v)
Or else the devil’s in ye

Such a sad fate prepare to hear BLh14*13 (ff. 11v-15v)
We find no dildos from his ashes rise
<Dildoides by Mr Butler>

Would you send Kate to Portugal BLh14*14 (ff. 16r-17r)
And once more make Charles king again
<Queries. 1679>

I would be glad to see Kate going BLh14*15 (ff. 17r-18v)
And use plain dealing clear as water / At all times
<The answer>

How our good king does papists hate BLh14*16 (ff. 18v-20v)
Yet bear the Littletons in mind

When rebels first pushed at the crown BLh14*17 (f. 21r)
For the king enjoys his own again
<Catch by Lord Buckhurst>

Son of a whore God damn you can you tell BLh14*18 (f. 21r-v)
The readiest way my lord’s by Rochester
<To the post boy by Lord Rochester 1674 [later hand refs to D P. v 2. 20]>

A knight delights in deeds of arms BLh14*19 (f. 21v)
Keep the first letters of these lines and guess
<Song [acrostic: APRICK]>

At the sight of my Phillis from every part BLh14*20 (f. 22r-v)
To live sober all day and chaste all the night

I once was a dotard which wrought me much evil BLh14*21 (ff. 22v-23r)
Keep their feet mount their tails and away

He that would learn to fence for his life BLh14*22 (ff. 23r-24r)
And all day he consults with stinking close stool
<The Statesman’s Academy erected in the Tower at the proper cost of the house of peers where at present inhabit four of the best masters of their time [a stanza each to D: Bucks, Salisbury, Shaftsbury and Wharton]>

She was so exquisite a whore BLh14*23 (f. 24r)
She fri[gge]d his pintle in her mother’s womb
<On the Duchess of Cleveland>

Hadst thou but lived in Cleopatra’s age BLh14*24 (f. 24v)
That all the world for love had been well lost
<On the Duchess of Portsmouth’s picture by Dryden>

Stamford’s countess led the van BLh14*25 (ff. 24v-27v)
Mall adieu you’ve lost your squire
<The ladies march>

‘Twas a foolish fancy Jemmy BLh14*26 (ff. 27v-29r)
With a list of all your creatures
<From Sir Roger Martin to the Duke of Monmouth. Tune Have at thy coat old woman>

Leave off your ogling Francis BLh14*27 (ff. 29v-30v)
And servant Roger Martin
<Advice in a letter to Mr Francis Villiers. Tune Here’s a health to Betty. 1682>

Our monarch’s whore from France is come BLh14*28 (ff. 30v-31v)
And set his duchess right
<Portsmouth’s return>

Much has been said of strumpets of yore BLh14*29 (ff. 31v-32v)
And ask the fair creature herself if ’tis true
<An historical ballad>

Come all youths that yet are free BLh14*30 (ff. 32v-34v)
Like Arundell and Gray
<A ballad, Tune Chiviot Chase>

When noble Prince George BLh14*31 (ff. 35r-36r)
Buss and be friends then
<The welcome>

While I {I’m TC} in the camp BLh14*32 (f. 36v)
No period find
<Dialogue between Geo[rge] and An[ne] tra[n]slated>

This trick of trimming is a fine thing BLh14*33 (f. 37r-v)
Sidney lets a fart / Exeunt omnes
<The cushion dance at court. 1683. Tune of Joan {`John’ uncorr} Sanderson — Enter Jeffery Ailworth followed by the king and the duke in his hand [a jig dialogue]>

There’s Sunderland the Tory BLh14*34 (ff. 38r-40r)
And burn her as they did the rump a

Send forth dear Julian all thy books BLh14*35 (ff. 40r-42v)
Then every night I’ll sit and write / That hey boys up go we
<Satire to Julian 1682>

The youth was beloved in the spring of his life BLh14*36 (ff. 42v-46r)
Than thus to be hanged up for cutting a purse
<A ballad called Lamentable Lory 1684>

Here lies a creature of indulgent fate BLh14*37 (f. 46v)
By his preposterous translation
<Epitaph on Lamentable Lory by Dryden 1687>

To Tunbridge I went BLh14*38 (f. 47r-v)
Should be happy with fine Mistress Mary
<A ballad from Tunbridge: 1682>

Dorset no gentle nymph can find BLh14*39 (ff. 47v-48r)
For she’ll have Mall {Moll} no more
<Dorset’s lamentation for Moll Howard’s absence>

After thinking this fortnight of Whig and of Tory BLh14*40 (f. 48r-v)
The fools might be Whigs none but knaves should be Tories
<My opinion>

A countess of fame BLh14*41 (ff. 49r-51v)
His bed should to Bridges be common
<Satire in its own colours 1682 [in a later hand: `D P v 3. 79′]>

Alas I now am weary grown BLh14*42 (ff. 51v-52r)
That will betray ’em all
<Norfolk’s fall 1685>

Let equipage and dress despair BLh14*43 (f. 52r-v)
Be minding an apue
<A song on Basset>

Our rebel party of late BLh14*44 (ff. 53r-54v)
And the Whigs shall merrily sing
<A merry new ballad on Prince Perkin>

The widows and maids BLh14*45 (f. 55r-56v)
To delight both my lord and my lady
<Ballad: Tune, Taking of snuff is the mode at court>

Since scandal flies thick BLh14*46 (ff. 57r-60r)
And to clear ’em as I have done these
<Vindication. First part 1686>

Since you have forgot BLh14*47 (ff. 60v-63r)
The town has been cloyed with already
<Vindication. Second part>

If devout Pawlet Mary BLh14*48 (ff. 63v-64v)
She’ll be banished the sight of the king
<A new ballad or Truth needs no vindication 1686>

Dear sweet Richards William BLh14*49 (f. 65r)
Who will come to your chamber as long as she hath shoes
<An epistle from Mrs Mathews to Will Richards>

O monachi vestri stomachi BLh14*50 (f. 65r)
Purpissima pestis
<On the monks [title from TC] [four lines added at bottom of page by another hand]>

Let Oliver now be forgotten BLh14*51 (ff. 65v-66r)
Of honest good liquor reel home
<Oliverus Redevivus 1687 {Oliverus . . . 1687] Satire TC}>

When the king leaves off Sedley and keeps to the queen BLh14*52 (ff. 66v-67v)
That out of the nation it might not run
<The prophecy 1687>

Happy great prince and so much happier thou BLh14*53 (ff. 67v-73r)
And ‘midst a glorious heap of burning c[unt]s expire
<Sardanapalus. Ode by Oldam>

‘Twas when the sable mantle of the night BLh14*54 (f. 73r-v)
I felt my belly wet and slept again
<A dream. Lord Rochester>

Of all the plagues with which this world abounds BLh14*55 (ff. 73v-76r)
The counsel’s good believe and take it
<An essay of scandal>

The talk up and down / In country and town BLh14*56 (ff. 76r-79v)
And faith I think not sooner
<The Statesman’s Almanac August 1688 whereby it appears that a parliament cannot meet in any of the old months by reason of some unlucky prognostications and a proposal for mending the calendar humbly offered to the packers of the next parliament [three sections: Prologue/The almanac/Epilogue]>

Like a true Irish merlin that has lost her flight BLh14*57 (f. 80r)
She may yet catch a woodcock and that’s better meat
<Mrs Anne Roche, when she lost Sir John Daws. By E[arl] of Dorset [end: She was married after to Lord Dorset] [new hand begins]>

In days of yore within this bower BLh14*58 (f. 80r)
Has brought down four

Le dieu qui repand sa lumiere BLh14*59 (f. 80v)
Il ne sortiroit pas de son lit si matin

No longer blame those on the banks of Nile BLh14*60 (f. 81r-v)
And constant joys in pangs of death do taste

Chloe in love grown nice BLh14*61 (f. 81v)
Once for health and once for my delight
<Radclif’s opinion>

Chloe the brightest of her sex BLh14*62 (f. 82r)
A boundless will to ease us
<Song [title from TC]>

Phillis the fairest of love’s foes BLh14*63 (f. 82r)
Who’d neither f[uc]k nor spin
<Song [title from TC] [#61-#63 linked group]>

Tell me Dorinda why so gay BLh14*64 (f. 82v)
At once both stink and shine
<Epigram by the late E[arl] of Dorset on Lady Dorchester>

Of a splenetic nation I sing BLh14*65 (f. 83r-v)
Will we take any more of his physic
<A satire by Lord Dorset>

Richard the third was a hog BLh14*66 (f. 83v)
That runs his nose in everyone’s arse
<Epigram on King William [title from TC]>

This is the house that Jack built BLh14*67 (f. 83v)
[no last line]
<On D[uke] of Buck[ingham’]s house by the park [title and single line only]>

Here lies little Lundy a yard deep or more BLh14*68 (f. 84r-v)
Contribute some tears to water her grave
<An epitaph by the Earl of Dorset [8 blank pages follow]>

What chance hath brought thee into verse BLh14*69 (ff. 85r-87r)
So may they live full many a year
<The female nine. 1690 [new elegant hand]>

When Monmouth the chaste read these impudent lines BLh14*70 (ff. 87v-88r)
With the want of true grammar good English and sense
<An account of a poem called Female nine 1690>

Since Manwaring and learned Perry BLh14*71 (ff. 88v-90v)
Your loving brother Hevening[ha]m
<An epistle from H[enry] Heveningham to the D[uke] of N— >

Cursed be the stars which did ordain BLh14*72 (ff. 90v-91r)
Prove that ‘mongst us and curse me too
<Curses on the Stuarts [title from TC]>

‘Tis rare that kings by common deaths depart BLh14*73 (f. 91v)
Should here be tortured ere to hell they pass
<Ad generum Cereris sine caede et vulnere pauci / Descendunt reges et sicca morte tyranni {Ad . . . tyranni] On the violent deaths of kings TC}>

Arserat ut meritis regia alba ast impia flammis BLh14*74 (f. 91v)
Hæc patriæ vindex sola perennis erit
<On the burning of White-hall, in Latin [title from TC]>

Whilst with fierce flames Whitehall was compassed round BLh14*75 (f. 92r)
To warn bold monarchs and to grace the land
<On the same, in English [title from TC]>

J’ai vendu Dunckirque BLh14*76 (f. 92v)
En ministre abile
<Satire on the Lord Clarendon, in French [title from TC]>

Gold rules within and reigns without these doors BLh14*77 (f. 92v)
He votes for interest and she loves for coin
<Writ over the door of the House of Commons, 1700 [title in another hand] {Writ . . . 1700] The pow’r of gold TC}>

[John] Dryden’s enemies are three BLh14*78 (f. 93r)
He might have beat the devil and collier
<Epigram on Dryden (by Tho[mas] Brown) [title from TC] {Dryden’s . . . three] Dryden enemies had three TC}>

In your letter you tell me you are willing to know BLh14*79 (f. 93r)
The king is asleep and the lords are beshit
<Found in Dover Road>

Blown up by faction and by guilt spurred on BLh14*80 (f. 93v)
Wedged in that timber which he thought to rend
<On the L[or]d Somers>

In Æsop’s tales an honest wretch we find BLh14*81 (f. 93v)
He without hair and thou without a crown
<Fable, of the old man and his two wives (applied to K[ing] William) [title from TC]>

I’ll have a new test that neither shall own BLh14*82 (f. 94r-v)
And France is encumbered with Politic Paul / Which nobody can deny
<A new nothing>

Ecce virum stabiles cui gens Augusta penates BLh14*83 (f. 94v)
Seu mulcet gentes ille vel ille domat
<Verses on the war. Latin [title from TC] [verse added at bottom of page by the hand that commenced on f. 80r]>

For shape and beauty ‘mongst the female train BLh14*84 (f. 95r-v)
And then he’ll look no more like knight but ass
<Satyre [title from TC]>

Attend all you curious to hear your own fate BLh14*85 (ff. 95v-98r)
She begs a new coral to rub her old gums
<Cupid’s postboy>

Whereas King William ruled this land BLh14*86 (ff. 98v-99r)
And plump-faced Madam Horn
<An excellent new ballad to the tune of Chivy Chase 1700>

A dean and prebendary BLh14*87 (ff. 99v-100r)
And ne’er was heard of since
<Ballad on Dr South and Dr Sherlock [title from TC]>

Le brave comte de Tallard BLh14*88 (f. 100v)
N’osa jamais en faire autant
<On Count Tallard in French [title from TC]>

Il n’est pas bien la la la BLh14*89 (f. 100v)
Laisser l’y et ne l’otez pas
<A French whim, upon putting it in the right place [title from TC]>

Le roy Jaques s’avance dans le sacre pourpris BLh14*90 (f. 100v)
Comme moy celui la la la
<Joseph to K[ing] James presenting his son. In French [title from TC]>

A Rome l’on y voit la motte d’Agrippine BLh14*91 (f. 101r)
Et l’entre fesson de Sejan
<Choice relics at Rome: In French [title from TC]>

Le jubile dernier Lysander fit dessein BLh14*92 (f. 101r)
Perdit la jubile et gagna la verole
<Lysander’s penitence: In French [title from TC]>

Backed with confederate force the Austrian goes BLh14*93 (f. 101v)
You’re King of Spain as Anne is Queen of France
<On the King of Spain’s voyage to Portugal 1703/4>

Duke [ ] who led up the dance BLh14*94 (f. 102r-v)
Sneak off and trot doggedly home
<The statesmen’s dismission [title from TC]>

When great Nassau is dead and gone BLh14*95 (ff. 103r-105v)
The strangest queendom ever was
<A prophecy 1703. by H: Mor: [first hand (the untidy one) returns]>

Hail tuneful pair tell by what wondrous charms BLh14*96 (f. 106r)
He stocks and stones she ministers of state
<On Orpheus and Seig[no]ra Margarita>

No wonder winds more dreadful are by far BLh14*97 (f. 106v)
Burn but the witch and all things will go well
<On the Duchess of Marlborough. 1703>

Accept my lord of this poor glittering thing BLh14*98 (f. 106v)
When the archduke’s a king you an archduke shall be
<Sword and picture given by King of Spain to Lord Marlborough {Marlebro}>

The glory of the English arms retrieved BLh14*99 (f. 107r)
To stamp his queen and cuckold on one coin
<Sine clade victor. The queen afoot, and the Duke of Marlborough on horseback on the other side with the several towns taken by the duke in Flanders, with the motto above. 1703/4 {victor. The] ~ On the medal struck with that motto, representing ~} [second hand resumes]>

On avoit cru jusqu’à ce jour BLh14*100 (f. 107v)
Sur les jambes de Marlebour
<Sur les courses de duc de Marleburg depuis les lignes de François en Flandre jusqu’au Danube. Veni vidi vallum sic sine clade vici [end: Gradivasque pater longis, accurrit ab oris]>

Occasionally as we discoursed of queen and church and nation BLh14*101 (f. 108r-v)
But truly ‘twould be sad to have occasion there to dwell sir
<Occasional conformity or a proper new ballad by a West Saxon>

Be wise as Somerset as Somers brave BLh14*102 (f. 109r)
Will make thee for an able statesman fit
<Advice to the Lord Keeper>

Happily housed these lares are BLh14*103 (f. 109v)
Then would the merry lares sing
<Writ on the foregate of Buckingham House>

The court of St Germain’s is served up in state BLh14*104 (f. 109v)
And all the high flyers will then say amen
<O fortune [not in TC]>

O Anna thy new friends and prick-eared court BLh14*105 (f. 110r)
My ears I hazard to secure my head
<Verses on the new promotion, sent to the queen>

Good Halifax and pious Wharton cry BLh14*106 (f. 110v)
First stop the mouth and then deflower the dame
<Ecce iterum et sunt mihi sæpe vocandi ad partes. On the noble peers’ late resolve [end: Scripsi solus]>

O yes henceforward sit omnibus notum BLh14*107 (f. 110v)
And Bracciano’s cheap mistress makes Charles a dear wife
<A pasquinade on the Duke of Shre[w]sb[ury] translated>

We know thy skill Sir Pleadwell in the laws BLh14*108 (f. 111r-v)
Makes him the slave of courts the great man’s worshipper
<Martial second book 32 epigram. Sir John Watters to Sir Symon Harcourt [ends second hand]>

The nymph who oft has been exposed to view BLh14*109 (f. 111v)
You’ll find the gaudy bird an errant rook
<18 Mar 1706. Epilogue to Rosamond [first hand again, followed by blank leaf: was poem finished?]>

Do not most fragrant earl disclaim BLh14*110 (f. 112r-v)
Am turned of five and forty
<The fourth ode of the second book of Horace, imitated. The Lord Granville to the Earl of Scarsdale [second hand again]>

The man dear Brett that wears a condom BLh14*111 (f. 113r)
And fear no foul diseases but the muggles
<Imitation of Horace Ode 22. Lib: 1. Epistle from E: of O: to Col: Bret. [first hand back – followed by blank page – could be because of bleed-through]>

Seven sages in our happy isle are seen BLh14*112 (ff. 114r-115v)
Though they like Samson in the ruins fall
<The seven wise men [second hand?]>

I’ll sing you a song my brave boys BLh14*113 (ff. 116r-117r)
And England shall fool us no more
<Song [title from TC] [f. 117v blank, probably because of bleed-through]>

Siste viator et lege BLh14*114 (f. 118r)
Legislatores contra legem
<In E: A: [end: Ægrotavit Nov: 5 MDCLXXXVIII. Obiit MDCCV] [f. 118v blank, probably because of bleed-through]>

[list] BLh14*115 (f. 119r)
<An estimate of the yearly income of the Duke and Duchess of Marlborough [title is first line; lists and prose text] [f. 119v blank, probably because of bleed-through]>

Guidé par Cadogan et son bouillant genie BLh14*116 (f. 120r)
Au public il le persuade / je n’en crois rien
<On the D[uke] of Marlborough passing the lines, in 1705 [f. 120v blank, probably because of bleed-through]>

[list] BLh14*117 (f. 121r-v)
<A list of her Majesty’s navy in line of battle and their respective commanders riding between Kensington Garden and the cockpit [first line is title]>

Accables de malheurs menaces de la peste BLh14*118 (f. 122r)
Et qu’on songea a s’en defaire
<On the apprehensions of the plague in France [title from TC]>

[list] BLh14*119 (f. 122v)
<La genealogie de Mr Law fait a Paris 1720 [first line is title]>

[ ] work that requires the best and most assured pen BLh14*120 (ff. 123r, 124r)
you may increase the number of your glorious actions at your choice
<[A] panegyric to the king Ch[arles] 2. by Ch[arles] Cotton. 1660 [prose text on 2 trimmed tipped-in sheets. Folio 123v contains three lines in the same hand, perhaps part of a letter?] [not in TC]>