London, British Library, MS Harley 7317 (BLh17)

Title-page (f. 1r): `Satyrs & Lampoons.’ Dated at end 25 March 1692. The Index on ff. 1v-3v is in the same attractive professional hand as the rest of the MS. The scribe has underlined proper names in the text and written extensive annotations in the margins (not always reliable, unfortunately). Note close relationship with Yo11.

Julian how comes it that of late we see BLh17*1 (f. 4r-v)
The whores rogues bawds and rakehells of Whitehall
<To Mr. Julian>

Of all the sots with which the nation’s cursed BLh17*2 (ff. 4v-6v)
The plague of plagues the devil pox ’em all
<Present state of matrimony>

I who from drinking ne’er could spare an hour BLh17*3 (ff. 6v-10v)
Libel attend all those who wrong their fames
<Quem natura negat, &c>

Not thicker are the stars i’th’ milky way BLh17*4 (ff. 11r-14r)
For it damns more and therefore must be worst
<The survey>

In vain the fulsome errors of the age BLh17*5 (ff. 14r-17v)
Thou yet hast stock enough thy self to trade
<Satyr. 1683>

Stamford’s countess led the van BLh17*6 (ff. 17v-19r)
All too short to satisfy her
<The ladies march>

Now our good king doth papists hate BLh17*7 (ff. 19r-20v)
Yet bear the Littletons in mind
<Satyr>

His holiness has three grand friends BLh17*8 (ff. 20v-21r)
It rules both church and state
<Satyr>

Hard by Pell-Mell lives a wench called Nell BLh17*9 (f. 21r)
To be scratching just where it itches
<Nell Gwyn>

‘Tis strange that you to whom I have long been known BLh17*10 (ff. 21r-23r)
And leave the bishops to reform the age
<Satyr>

O heavens we have signs below BLh17*11 (ff. 23r-25r)
Good Lord deliver this poor realm
<On the dissolution of the club of voters … 1678>

Pray pardon me John Bayes for I beg your excuse BLh17*12 (ff. 25r-26r)
Draw your conquering pen and then guard the crown
<The assembly of moderate divines>

Tired with the noisome follies of this age BLh17*13 (ff. 26v-30r)
Unthinking Charles ruled by unthinking thee
<Rochester’s farewell>

How dull and how insensible a beast BLh17*14 (ff. 30r-35r)
Learn to write well or not to write at all
<An essay upon satyr. p[er] Dryden>

Wretch whosoe’er thou art that longs for praise BLh17*15 (ff. 35v-37v)
And warns his comrades to repent then dies
<Satyr against the poets>

Dear friend when those we love are in distress BLh17*16 (ff. 37v-38v)
The thoughtful traitor ’tis offends the king
<To Julian. A consolatory epistle>

Spread a large canvas painter to contain BLh17*17 (ff. 38v-40v)
This crowd of traitors hanged in effigy
<Advice to a painter, p[er] Marvell>

Of a tall statue and of sable hue BLh17*18 (ff. 40v-43v)
Then how much greater mischiefs such a king
<Historical poem>

Ah Raleigh when thou didst thy breath resign BLh17*19 (ff. 43v-46v)
No poisonous serpent on the earth shall live
<Britannia and Raleigh p[er] Marvell>

Would you send Kate to Portugal BLh17*20 (f. 47r-v)
Once more make Charles king again / This is the time
<The advice, to the parliament March 1679>

Close wrapped in Portsmouth’s smock his senses are BLh17*21 (f. 47v)
Secure your nation and yourself from harms
<An acrostic [CHARLES]>

Charles at this time having no need BLh17*22 (f. 47v)
Thanks you as much as if he did
<The answer [to `In all humility we crave’, not in this MS]>

Of all the vermin that did e’er debase BLh17*23 (ff. 47v-48v)
And cursed too be thyself to all eternity
<The elegy>

Alas for poor Saint James’s Park BLh17*24 (f. 49r)
And Arundell see clear
<A court satyr. 1682>

Of villains rebels cuckolds pimps and spies BLh17*25 (ff. 49r-51v)
Nor Nell so much inverted nature spewed
<A satyr. p[er] Dryden>

The censuring world perhaps may not esteem BLh17*26 (ff. 51v-54v)
I value not thy malice nor thy curse
<A satyr on the players>

As Colon drove his sheep along BLh17*27 (ff. 54v-57r)
Blither girls than any there
<On the Duchess of Portsmouth’s place exposed to sale>

Here lies a judge will lie no more BLh17*28 (f. 57r-v)
All this is Lord Chief Justice Scrogg
<On the late Lord Chief Justice Scroggs, 1679>

The clog of all pleasure the luggage of life BLh17*29 (f. 57v)
Has a hell upon earth worse than any hereafter
<Marriage>

We have raised a legion of lusty young wenches BLh17*30 (f. 57v)
Or else our poor land hath but sorrowful crutches
<On Portsmouth>

Julian I’ve long been idle loath to write BLh17*31 (ff. 58r-60r)
And so thou dear dull drunken dog adieu
<To Julian>

Dear friend I fain would try once more BLh17*32 (ff. 60r-62v)
Matters much more ridiculous
<To Julian>

Dear Julian twice or thrice a year BLh17*33 (ff. 62v-64r)
From some of the authors named above
<To Julian>

Give o’er ye poor players depend not on wit BLh17*34 (ff. 64r-65v)
Shall turn all my Bordeaux to Champagne and Nants
<Julian’s farewell to the coquettes>

O all ye fair ladies of merry England BLh17*35 (ff. 65v-67r)
And resolve yourselves contented with Seignor Dildoe
<Seignor Dildoe>

The Spaniards gravely teach in politic schools BLh17*36 (ff. 67r-68v)
If prince swives concubines that’s Protestant
<On the Duchess of Portsmouth>

In the isle of Britain long since famous grown BLh17*37 (ff. 68v-69r)
For we ne’er shall have such liberty to swive
<A satyr>

Dear friends you know I keep two chairmen BLh17*38 (f. 69r-v)
We do no more than her daughter Felton
<A song. The first>

Dear friends you know I keep two pages BLh17*39 (ff. 69v-70r)
We did no more than his brother Jephson
<A song. The second>

No more my muse of lawless fop or fool BLh17*40 (ff. 70r-71v)
Close up the text or we shall ne’er have done
<The hero>

A session of lovers was held t’other day BLh17*41 (ff. 71v-77r)
He had left being a man she would make him a beast
<The session of lovers, 1687/8. In imitation of Sir John Suckling’s Session of Poets>

A session of ladies was held on the stage BLh17*42 (ff. 77v-80v)
Since the goddess had made so equal a choice
<The session of ladies. 1688>

As I was going last night to Whitehall BLh17*43 (ff. 80v-81v)
Or else you should have had them this end of September
<News from Whitehall>

What shall the honest silently permit BLh17*44 (ff. 81v-83v)
Your forfeit politic pates are fixed north east
<Men of honour. 1687>

Since prose won’t move we’ll try what verse can do BLh17*45 (ff. 83v-84v)
You’re warned take heed destruction’s at the gate
<The warning, 1687, to Protestants>

When the king leaves off Sedley and sticks to the queen BLh17*46 (ff. 84v-85r)
That out of this nation it might not yet sail
<Cavililly. 1688>

Not all the Baths nor Tunbridge can assuage BLh17*47 (ff. 85r-86r)
Bloodworth’s the whore your honest lady Wem
<The bath. 1688>

Wearied with business and with cares oppressed BLh17*48 (ff. 86r-87v)
The infant by Christ ’tis his own joy
<The dream. 1688>

Of famous nuptials now we’ll sing BLh17*49 (ff. 88r-90v)
Which we refer to great Nassau
<The three late marriages. 1688>

Warmed with the pleasures which debauches yield BLh17*50 (ff. 90v-93r)
And just at five i’th’ morning found my lodging
<The last night’s ramble, 1688>

Good people draw near I’ll tell you a tale BLh17*51 (ff. 93r-94r)
That had any hand from Holland to bring / Us this Orange
<A song. 1689>

From the Dutch coast when you set sail BLh17*52 (f. 94r-v)
Is the advice of Doctor Lower
<To the king. 1689 [The 4-line poem `From the Spanish king the Dutch…’ is entered as the end of this poem, even though the metre differs]>

From the Spanish king the Dutch we freed long since BLh17*52.1 (f. 94v)
For which and gold we are sold to slavery
<[no title; entered as the last four lines of `From the Dutch coast…’ above]>

Brave Englishmen once now base cowards esteemed BLh17*53 (ff. 94v-95r)
But bring back Jemmy to his crown again
<A song. 1689>

From an impudent town that was always u[n]just BLh17*54 (ff. 95r-96r)
Is both our duties and our gain for to pray / Quesimus
<A litany. 1689>

The eleventh of April is come about BLh17*55 (ff. 96r-97v)
To bring back great James as loyalty taught us / Our gracious good king again
<The coronation ballad, 11th April 1689>

Dear Will / We two have plotted twenty years and more BLh17*56 (ff. 97v-98v)
His tun of sack as French commodity
<To Will: Richards. 1689>

When Jeffrey’s soul did first to hell come BLh17*57 (ff. 98v-99r)
Modestly rose and gave him place
<Jeffrey’s elegy, 1689>

We Father Godden Gregory and all BLh17*58 (ff. 99r-100v)
Or if you do we can absolve you for’t
<The advice, 1687. To the testholders>

May England see her errors ere too late BLh17*59 (ff. 100v-101r)
And end their days by halters suffocation
<A wish. 1689>

Was this the justice sir you came to do BLh17*60 (ff. 101r-102r)
These are the plagues which from rebellion springs
<To the king. 1689>

I sing the man that raised a shirtless band BLh17*61 (ff. 102r-104v)
And orphans’ curses all your steps attend
<The king of hearts, 1689>

‘Mongst all the hard names that denotes reproach BLh17*62 (ff. 104v-106r)
A Scotchman’s greatest plague God send him home
<Burnet’s character, 1689. Now Bishop of Salisbury, (Not printed.)>

From unnatural rebellion that devilish curse BLh17*63 (ff. 106r-107r)
And desert the dull crazy cornuted stadtholder / Quesimus te aude nos
<A litany>

A shitten king bewrayed the usurped throne BLh17*64 (f. 107r-v)
Plenty of turd must be the nation’s gain
<The Golden Age, 1689/90>

If injured monarchs may their cause explore BLh17*65 (ff. 107v-108v)
Which heaven approved of by the people’s voice
<The conference between King William and King James the day before the battle at the River Boyne in Ireland. The battle fought primo July 1690. — By Cha[rles] Blount Esquire printed in his works. 12o [marg: 30 June. 1690]>

In vain the Bourbon and Plantagenets BLh17*66 (f. 108v)
The devil’s nature have the devil’s fate
<To the king, 1690>

Oft have I heard of impious sons before BLh17*67 (f. 109r)
O’er the dead body of thy mangled sire
<To the queen. 1690>

Towards Ireland in haste two princes go BLh17*68 (f. 109r)
May George and William O heavens the like obtain
<On the king’s expedition. To Ireland. 1690>

The fourth more blacker than fifth of November BLh17*69 (f. 109v)
And to the nation gives a greater blow
<Quarto die novembris, 1690. King William’s birthday>

Good people fast / For what is past BLh17*70 (f. 109v)
We’re e’en as bad as they
<On the monthly fast, 1690>

O God we pray / Remove the cause BLh17*71 (f. 109v)
Then stop his veins / And breath also
<A psalm, 1690>

Ye members of parliament all BLh17*72 (f. 110r-v)
But Lansdowne delivered a king
<On the shash window, 1690. Falling down on the king’s head at his chapel in Whitehall [ends with these extra lines: `Oh William your Protestant King — Oh William your Protestant King / With his hooked Nose — His Dutchmen and Froes / Sing hey ding ding a ding ding.’]>

Whilst William van Nassau with Bentinck bardashau BLh17*73 (ff. 110v-111r)
You’ll hear of in prose or in verse
<A lampoon, 1690>

A thin ill-natured ghost that haunts the king BLh17*74 (ff. 111r-112r)
Should e’er be thus condemned to counselling
<The nine male, 1690>

What cause hath brought thee into verse BLh17*75 (ff. 112v-114v)
So may they live for many a year
<The nine female. 1690>

The first appears with an uneasy crown BLh17*76 (ff. 114v-115v)
And after these immortal crowns obtains
<A satyr, 1690. When curtain’s drawn, here’s plainly to be seen / Some monsters strange; God save the king and queen>

Whether the graver did by this intend BLh17*77 (ff. 115v-116v)
But charmed with William’s name all sneaked away
<On the late metamorphosis of an old picture of Oliver Cromwell’s into a new picture of King William by blotting out the head of Oliver and putting William’s in the stead, the other part of the picture remaining whole. 1690>

At dead of night after an evening ball BLh17*78 (ff. 116v-118v)
And leaves the trembling queen all full of tears
<The late Duchess of York’s ghost to the queen; King James’s first duchess. 1689>

As I was pondering one evening late BLh17*79 (ff. 118v-121v)
Usurp hell’s royal throne and me should abdicate
<The dream, 1690>

When lawless men their neighbours dispossess BLh17*80 (ff. 122r-123v)
If pillow slips aside the monarch dies
<Suum cuique 1689>

Here lies a peer beneath this place BLh17*81 (ff. 123v-124r)
I’ll say no more
<An epitaph on the Duke of Grafton who was killed at the siege of Cork in Ireland>

I’ve given my painter instructions to draw BLh17*82 (ff. 124r-125r)
I’m a captain of foot and a Justice of Peace
<On the gentry in Kent. 1691>

A mighty great fleet the like was ne’er seen BLh17*83 (f. 125r-v)
With the loss of four ships but in battle none slain / Which nobody can deny
<The English triumphs at sea. 1691>

Come White prepare to grave that man once more BLh17*84 (ff. 125v-126v)
Who has been of e’ry side but true to none
<The advice to Mr White who engraved the seven bishops 1688. [two sections, headed `The first table. 1691′ and `The second Table’]>

Tell me sage Will thou that the town around BLh17*85 (ff. 126v-127r)
That thing’s a beau why then that beau’s a beast
<To Will’s Coffee House. 1691>

You ladies of honour both wealthy and fair BLh17*86 (f. 127r-v)
That no sooner he’s in but straight he comes out
<Packington’s pound. 1691>

Cursed be the stars that did ordain / Queen Bess BLh17*87 (ff. 127v-128r)
Prove that ‘mongst us and curse me too
<The curse. 1690>

Rambling last night dear Jack half drunk BLh17*88 (ff. 128r-130r)
In the interim dear rogue farewell
<A rambler>

Since at the tavern I cannot meet you BLh17*89 (f. 130r-v)
Takes horse and steals away to London
<A letter to a scholar of Queen’s Coll[ege] Oxon. about taking of the oaths. 1690>

<Finis. 25, March 1691-2.>