London, British Library, MS Harley 7319 (BLh19)

`A Collection of Choice Poemes’. Date on title-page April 24 1703. A very large, carefully written and compiled professional miscellany of court and state satires from 1674 to 1690, loosely arranged by date. Original pagination and modern foliation. The scribe has written `Finis’ at the end of most items.

Enjoy thy bondage make thy prison know BLh19*1 (ff. 2r-3r)
Stout Felton England’s ransom here does lie
<To Felton in the tower. 1628>

You meaner beauties of the night BLh19*2 (f. 3r-v)
The eclipse and glory of her kind
<Sir Hen[ry] Wotton on his mistress, the Queen of Bohemia>

You ladies all of merry England BLh19*3 (ff. 4r-6v)
Indeed ‘t had gone hard with Signior Dildo
<Signior Dildo 1674 [add (later hand): By Lord Rochester, as in the Index; but by Lord Dorset and Mr Sheppard, as in D P. v 2, p. 13. & Ao: 1673] [TC has `E. of Rochester’]>

Such a sad tale prepare to hear BLh19*4 (ff. 7r-11r)
We find no dildos from his ashes rise
<Dildoides by the author of Hudibras 1675. [add (later hand): 1672 D P. 2, 4] [TC attributes to `Mr. Butler’]>

Deep in an unctuous vale ‘twixt swelling hills BLh19*5 (ff. 11v-15v)
If poor cunt did not master thee
<Iter occidentale or The wonders of warm water 1674 [add (another hand): By Sir Francis Fane] [TC attributes to `Sir F. Fane K. B.’]>

Vidua quædam dives a vicina petebat ut BLh19*6 (f. 16r)
quod nos reconciliet si quando cæperimus esse discordes
<E fabulis Æsopi. De vidua virum petente [prose text]>

A German widow once of jolly mien BLh19*7 (ff. 16v-17v)
And want the tool of reconciliation
<Englished thus [not in TC]>

I tell thee Dick where I have been BLh19*8 (ff. 18r-22v)
And I for them be shent
<The Chequer Inn: or a pleasant new ballad to the tune of, I tell thee Dick. 1675 [add (later hand): or 1673: D P. 2, 23] [end: Andrew Marvell] [end (later hand): or by Mr Hen. Savile D P v 2 p 23] [TC attributes to Marvell]>

Is there a sanctity in love begun BLh19*9 (ff. 23r-24v)
Where softer kisses are the sharpest darts
<The veil. 1675>

He that would learn to fence for his life BLh19*10 (ff. 24v-25v)
And Wharton mourns and weeps
<The statesman’s academy erected in the Tower of London at the proper cost and charge of the House of Peers, for the better and more sure education of their hopeful children, where at present inhabit four of the best masters of their time in Europe. 1676 [a stanza is devoted to Buckingham, Shaftsbury, Salisbury and Wharton in turn]>

Preserved by wonder in the oak O Charles BLh19*11 (ff. 26r-28r)
But now I think on’t I have said enough
<Satyr. Mr Lacy. 1677 [add (later hand): D P vol 1. 259] [TC has `Mr T. Lacy’]>

Thou common shore of this poetic town BLh19*12 (ff. 28v-31r)
His mistress lost yet still his pen’s his sword
<A familiar epistle to Mr Julian secretary to the muses 1677 [end: John Dryden. The knight which is the subject of this satyr is Sir Car. Scroop: who died 1680]>

Welcome great prince unto this land BLh19*13 (ff. 31v-33r)
To all that spring from royal blood
<To the Prince of Orange 1677 [end: Edmund Waller of Beaconsfield]>

The Spaniards gravely teach in politic schools BLh19*14 (ff. 33v-35r)
If prince swives loyal strumpets of his own
<The whore of Babylon 1678>

Let the Commons hunt their plots with a hey BLh19*15 (ff. 35v-37r)
I’ll bid parliaments adieu / With a hey tranony nony nony no
<A satyrical sonnet 1678. Stephen College>

‘Tis said when George did dragon slay BLh19*16 (ff. 37v-39v)
We’ll throw up caps and once more holloa
<A Westminster wedding, or The town mouth. 1679>

Not Rome in all her splendour could compare BLh19*17 (ff. 39v-41r)
And Mrs Stratford {Strafford uncorr} yield to Ballock-Hall
<An ironical satyr 1678. Nobilitas sola atque est unica virtus [`Strafford’ uncorr]>

Julian / In verse to ease thy wants I write BLh19*18 (ff. 41v-43r)
And villain Frank f[uck] Mazarine no more
<An epistle to Julian 1679. Lord Falkland>

Since all the actions of far-famed men BLh19*19 (ff. 43v-45r)
But must cry Jack what have you stole today
<On Captain Sutherland, and Captain Bedloe. 1679>

Curse on those critics ignorant and vain BLh19*20 (ff. 45r-47v)
But some are fools enough to take their own
<A satyr on the court ladies 1680>

Since every foolish coxcomb thinks it fit BLh19*21 (ff. 48r-50v)
Dydapping Wharton bears the bays away
<An answer to the satyr on the court ladies 1680>

Methinks I see our mighty monarch stand BLh19*22 (ff. 51r-52r)
To make way for the son to bring a whore
<Flat-foot the gudgeon taker 1680>

How our good king does papists hate BLh19*23 (ff. 52v-54v)
Yet bear the Littletons in mind
<Satyr on the king and duke 1680 [add (later hand): D P. vol: 1. p. 189. B. H. vol 3. p 31. vol. 5. p 36] [TC attributes to Dryden]>

What words what sense what night-piece can express BLh19*24 (ff. 55r-56v)
And brought three kingdoms to his master’s laws
<On the penitent death of the Earl of Rochester. Who died the 26th of July. 1680 [add (another hand?): By Sir Francis Fane] [end: By Sir Francis Fane Knight of the Bath]>

Deep waters silent roll so grief like mine BLh19*25 (f. 57r-v)
For to make him sh’ exhausted all her store
<An elegy on the Earl of Rochester 1680. By a relation of his lordship>

You good men of Middlesex countrymen dear BLh19*26 (ff. 58r-59r)
Till thou soften his heart and open his ear
<A ballad on Sir Rob[ert] Payton 1680>

Of civil dudgeon many a bard BLh19*27 (ff. 59v-64r)
Betwixt the white staff knight and lady of th’ red nose
<The quarrel between Frank and Nan 1681 [With preliminary `Argument’ `Nan and Frank, two quondam Friends’] [marg: Fran: Lord Newport, Earl of Bradford: And Ann Capel known by the name of Orange Nan] [TC gives date 1681]>

Muse let us change our style and live in peace BLh19*28 (ff. 64v-67v)
And peevish Jack will never write again
<Utile dulce. 1681>

Of all the plagues with which this world abounds BLh19*29 (ff. 68r-70r)
The counsel’s good believe and take it
<An essay of scandal. 1681>

Stamford’s countess led the van BLh19*30 (ff. 70v-73v)
Mall adieu you’ve lost your squire
<The ladies march. 1681>

Of a great heroine I mean to tell BLh19*31 (ff. 74r-76r)
She who no equal has must be alone
<A panegyric 1681>

In dead of night when the pale moon BLh19*32 (ff. 76v-80v)
Next time we meet I’ll tell thee more
<Thomas Thynn’s ghost 1681/2>

The grave House of Commons by hook or by crook BLh19*33 (ff. 81r-82v)
But to throw out the bishops that threw out the bill
<On the bishops rejecting the Bill of Exclusion. 1681/2. To the tune of Give me the lass that is true country breed [add (later hand): or 1679. in D P. v 2, 49]>

If Sulla’s ghost made bloody Catiline start BLh19*34 (ff. 83r-85r)
Send Doctor Burnet to me or I die
<Mrs Nelly’s complaint 1682>

Satyr’s despotic now none can withstand BLh19*35 (ff. 85v-86r)
Ne’er more to stretch her on the rhyming rack
<Advice to the satirical poets. 1682 [`depostick’ in MS]>

Come all you youths that yet are free BLh19*36 (ff. 86v-89r)
Like Arundel and Gray
<A ballad to the tune of Chiveot Chase or When as King Henry ruled this land. 1682>

Assist me Stanhope while I sing BLh19*37 (ff. 89v-91v)
In prose or else in rhyme
<Chiveot Chase part second 1682>

Send forth dear Julian all thy books BLh19*38 (ff. 92r-94v)
And every night I’ll sit and write / Then hey boys up go we
<Directions to secretary Julian. 1682>

A countess of fame BLh19*39 (ff. 95r-97v)
His bed should to Bridges be common
<Satyr in its own colours. 1682>

You scribblers that write still of widows and maids BLh19*40 (ff. 98r-99v)
If every one’s wife should turn honest again
<The Lady Freschevile’s song of the wives. 1682. To the tune of Four able physicians are lately come to town: [add (another hand?): or, the tune of Packington’s Pound]>

This way of writing I observe by some BLh19*41 (ff. 100r-101v)
All living creatures f[uc]k except the king
<A satyr 1682>

Julian how comes it that of late we see BLh19*42 (f. 102r-v)
He should enjoy her woman if he can
<To Julian. 1682>

Dorset no gentle nymph can find BLh19*43 (f. 103r-v)
For she’ll have Mall no more
<Dorset’s lamentation for Mall Howard’s absence. 1682>

After thinking this fortnight of Whig and of Tory BLh19*44 (ff. 103v-104r)
The fools might be Whigs none but knaves should be Tories
<My opinion 1682 [TC attributes to `Lord Dorset’]>

No longer may the English nation boast BLh19*45 (ff. 104v-105r)
Who to be cuckold gave himself the horns
<Scotch lampoon. 1682>

At court when none but knaves and fools prevail BLh19*46 (ff. 105v-106r)
And since as right as e’er she was before
<Scotch loyalty or remarks upon the instalment. 1682>

To Tunbridge I went BLh19*47 (ff. 106v-107r)
Should be happy with fine Mistress Mary
<A ballad from Tunbridge. 1682>

When Portsmouth did from England fly BLh19*48 (f. 107v)
You should have lamed him too
<On the Duchess of Portsmouth’s absence. 1682>

Our monarch’s whore from France is come BLh19*49 (ff. 108r-109r)
And set his duchess right
<Portsmouth’s return. To a new Scotch tune. 1682>

But why this fury all that e’er was writ BLh19*50 (ff. 109v-113v)
Houses blown up have stopped a fire’s course
<A satyr 1682. Ignis ignibus extinguitur>

I who from drinking ne’er could spare an hour BLh19*51 (ff. 114r-119r)
Libel attend all those who wrong their fame
<A satyr 1682. Quem natura negat facit indignatio versum / Qualem cunque potest— . Mr Allen>

Come Celia let’s agree at last BLh19*52 (f. 119v)
It never is too late
<Song 1683. The Lord Shrewsbury to the Lady Aurundel>

In vain the fulsome errors of the age BLh19*53 (ff. 120r-125r)
Thou yet hast stock enough thy self to trade
<Satyr on both Whigs and Tories. 1683>

The king duke and state BLh19*54 (ff. 125v-127v)
Deserve ten times more to be posted
<A ballad. 1683>

Happy great prince and so much happier thou BLh19*55 (ff. 128r-132v)
And ‘midst a glorious heap of burning cunts expire
<Sardanapalus ode: 1683 [add (another hand?): By Mr John Oldham] [end: John Oldham]>

Though teaching thy peculiar business be BLh19*56 (f. 133r)
And get the sense to know thyself an ass
<To the author of Sardanapalus upon that, and his other writings. Sir William Soame>

Nature does strangely female gifts dispense BLh19*57 (ff. 133v-134r)
Since every Skipwith brags he has success
<Woman’s wisdom>

Since satyr is the only thing that’s writ BLh19*58 (ff. 134v-136r)
To make good Poet Paunch’s prophecy
<Satyr undisguised>

For Warwick she keeps two stallions in pay BLh19*59 (ff. 136r-138r)
Who from his high throne was unpitied flung down / Which nobody can deny
<Lampoon on several ladies>

Much has been said of strumpets of yore BLh19*60 (ff. 138v-140r)
And ask the fair creature herself if ’tis true / Which I’m sure she won’t deny
<An historical ballad>

Leave off your ogling Francis BLh19*61 (ff. 140v-141v)
And servant Roger Martin
<Advice. Or, an heroic epistle to Mr Fra[ncis] Villers to an excellent new tune called A health to Betty>

There’s Sunderland the Tory BLh19*62 (ff. 142r-144r)
And burn her as they did the rump a
<A ballad to the tune of Sir Roger Martin>

The censuring world perhaps may not esteem BLh19*63 (ff. 144v-148v)
I value not your malice nor your curse
<Satyr on the players>

Big with the thoughts of pleasure down I came BLh19*64 (ff. 149r-151v)
Whose humours are as crooked as Miss Scot
<Tunbridge lampoon September 1683>

Of all the sots with which the nation’s cursed BLh19*65 (ff. 152r-155v)
‘Tis better live a fop than die a fool
<The present state of matrimony>

This making of bastards great BLh19*66 (ff. 155v-157v)
May end their tricks in a string
<Song to the tune of Old Simon the king [TC attributes to `Lord Dorset’]>

You Whigs and you Tories you trimmers and all BLh19*67 (ff. 158r-159v)
Than thus to have lived to set father ‘gainst son
<Evidence Mall or a merry new ballad, to a sad old tune, called Packington’s Pound [marg: Mall Howard] [TC gives date 1683]>

This trick of trimming is a fine thing BLh19*68 (ff. 160r-161r)
Monmouth cuts a caper Sidney lets a fart / Exeunt omnes
<The cushion dance at court to the tune of Joan Sanderson. Enter Jeffrey Ailworth followed by the k[ing] and d[uke] hand in hand [jig dialogue]>

While I in the camp BLh19*69 (ff. 161v-164r)
Come buss and be friends then
<The welcome. A translation of a dialogue between G. and A.>

My lord / We pity such as are by tempest lost BLh19*70 (ff. 164v-165r)
You’ll wound your honour purse and body too
<A letter to the Earl of Kildare: dissuading him from marrying Mall Howard>

If Aphra’s worth were needful to be shown BLh19*71 (ff. 165v-167r)
And what thou canst not comprehend admire
<The female laureate>

The youth was belov’d in the spring of his life BLh19*72 (ff. 167r-170v)
Than thus to be hanged for cutting a purse
<A gentle ballad called Lamentable Lory. To the tune of Youth youth etc 1684>

Dear Julian twice or thrice a year BLh19*73 (ff. 171r-173v)
From of th’ authors named above
<Letter to Julian>

Thy groans dear Armstrong which the world employ BLh19*74 (ff. 174r-175r)
For they’re reserved by thunder to be slain
<On the death of Sir Tho[mas] Armstrong who was executed at Tyburn. June the 20. 1684 [add (another hand): Supposed to be written by John Ayloffe Esquire who was hanged at the Temple Gate October 30. 1685]>

A long preludium where the matter’s full BLh19*75 (ff. 175v-177v)
You may erelong expect what is behind
<Tunbridge remarks 1684>

Tunbridge which once has been the happy seat BLh19*76 (ff. 178r-182v)
When I their grosser vices might deride
<News from Tunbridge 1684>

Who can but wonder at this season BLh19*77 (ff. 183r-185v)
Shall be the subject of the next
<Lymonides or the western expedition [TC gives date 1685]>

Begin we now a second time BLh19*78 (ff. 186r-188v)
While cowards emulate their fate
<Lymonides part second [TC gives date 1685]>

Hast thou at last this mother church too quitted BLh19*79 (ff. 189r-191r)
And have no hope of heaven but his word
<A new address to Mr Bays on his late conversion to the church of Rome>

She that designs to make a virtuous wife BLh19*80 (ff. 191v-192r)
While t’other splits on rocks of pox and shame
<Advice to the ladies>

The mighty nine in full assembly meeting BLh19*81 (ff. 192v-193r)
Shall first drink Bordeaux dry then beggar Nantes
<To Mr Shepherd on his reporting the French king’s being dead>

All earthly glory’s but a farce BLh19*82 (f. 193v)
To see such an end of Nec pluribus impar
<Epitaph on the French king>

Before y’are at one tedious page’s end BLh19*83 (ff. 194r-195v)
But is I fear a papist in his heart
<The court diversion>

Mine and the poet’s plague consume you all BLh19*84 (ff. 196r-197r)
And safer far by pimping get my bread
<Julian’s farewell to the muses 1685>

Here take this Warcup spread this up and down BLh19*85 (ff. 197v-200r)
With horns instead of bays the hero crowned
<To Captain Warcup>

‘Tis true that I have lately seen BLh19*86 (ff. 200v-204r)

To be a lover hero or a friend
<The answer to the poem to Captain Warcup>

Dear friend I fain would try once more BLh19*87 (ff. 204r-207v)
Matter much more ridiculous
<A letter to Julian from Tunbridge>

Hear me great Jove from him professing physic BLh19*88 (f. 208r)
Lets his own soul and others starve for want
<The litany>

Well did the Fates guide thy unlucky arm BLh19*89 (ff. 208v-209r)
He slew an atheist to preserve a fool
<The duel 1685/6>

Fool fuckster and knave in Piazza does dwell BLh19*90 (ff. 209v-210r)
Wishing you pox and eternal confusion
<The pious prelate>

Hast thou no friend so kind to let thee know BLh19*91 (ff. 210v-211r)
I’d wipe with his works and piss on their author
<To the observator>

Surly mankind has long despised lampoon BLh19*92 (ff. 211v-212r)
Disperse this small revenge of injured whore
<The knight errant>

Traitor to God and rebel to thy pen BLh19*93 (f. 212v)
Railed at all women married to a whore
<To Mr Bayes [add (another hand?): By Tho[mas] Brown]>

Fools must be meddling in matters of state BLh19*94 (ff. 213r-216r)
The apartment for swiving in the verge of Whitehall
<On the ladies of honour 1686>

The widows and maids BLh19*95 (ff. 216v-218v)
To delight both my lord and my lady
<A new ballad to the old tune of Taking of snuff is the mode of the court etc>

Art thou joyful I am joyful BLh19*96 (f. 219r-v)
All’s one to me love or deny
<The indifferent lover>

Though satyr does admonish every year BLh19*97 (ff. 220-223v)
Lay by thy pen until another year
<Tunbridge satyr>

Older and wiser has long a proverb been BLh19*98 (ff. 224r-227v)
It is much better than to fight the Turk
<On the camp 1686>

Since scandals fly thick BLh19*99 (ff. 228r-231v)
And to clear ’em as I have done these
<The vindication 1686>

Since you have forgot BLh19*100 (ff. 232r-234v)
The town has been cloyed with already
<The vindication. Part the second 1686>

If devout Pawlet Mary BLh19*101 (ff. 235r-236v)
She’ll be banished the sight of the king
<A new ballad. 1686. Truth needs no vindication. To the tune of He got money by ‘t>

Cursed be those dull unpointed dogg’rel rhymes BLh19*102 (ff. 237r-249r)
As when old Hide was catch with rem in re / Caetera desunt
<A faithful catalogue of our most eminent ninnies. 1687. Vicini oderunt, noti, pueri, atq[ue] puellæ [marg (last line): Lord Montague found her in fact with my Lord Rochester]>

Of all the plagues mankind possess BLh19*103 (ff. 249v-253v)
Worn out of date have chilled my tired muse
<Madam Le Croy 1686 [not in TC]>

Ah Cambridge famous for unlucky hits BLh19*104 (ff. 254r-255v)
A recantation makes all whole again
<Hermaphroditus: or Good Friday falling upon a Wednesday as it is in the Cambridge Almanac printed for the year 1697>

How liberty of conscience that’s a change BLh19*105 (ff. 255v-257v)
Jure divino whip and spur again
<Dr Wild’s ghost on his Majesty’s gracious declaration for liberty of conscience, April. 4, 1687>

Last night when I to sleep myself had laid BLh19*106 (ff. 258r-260v)
They all concluded with an Ave Mary
<The vision of toleration>

On the obedience passive still to dote BLh19*107 (f. 261r-v)
And sacrifice for us the ram at Rome
<To the clergy of England who are dignified and distinguished for preaching up passive obedience>

Dear sweet Richards William BLh19*108 (f. 262r)
Who will come to your chamber as long as she has shoes
<An epistle from Mrs Matthews to William Richards>

Tell me thou treasury of spite BLh19*109 (ff. 262v-267r)
Shall soon grow current coin with Long
<A letter to Julian>

Our labour more indulgent muse inspire BLh19*110 (ff. 267v-268v)
And adds another star to Charles his wain
<Laurinda. A pastoral, on the lamented death of the incomparable Madam Gwyn>

I sing the story of a scoundrel lass BLh19*111 (ff. 269r-272v)
To meet the prince she had so often fopped
<The lady of pleasure or / The life of Nelly truly shown / From Hop-garden cellar to the throne / Till into the grave she tumbled down. 1686 [add (another hand): D P. v 2, 316, but it must be written some 5 or 6 years later]>

Auspicious day the best of all the year BLh19*112 (f. 273r-v)
But drink a jolly health to good old Puss
<On the 30th of January>

One morn when a thick fog had spread BLh19*113 (ff. 274r-276v)
I know no more than Balaam’s ass
<The voice>

I sing of no heretic Turk or of Tartar BLh19*114 (ff. 277r-278r)
Than thus to be tossed in a blanket and drubbed
<Fumbumbis or, the North Country mayor. A ballad to the tune of Packington’s Pound [marg (another hand): 1687. by Wosely]>

When lately King James whom our sovereign we call BLh19*115 (ff. 278r-279v)
‘Twill be well if their godliness turns to their gain
<The clerical cabal>

A session of ladies was held on the stage BLh19*116 (ff. 280r-285r)
Since the goddess had made so equal a choice
<The session of ladies 1688>

The court was scarce up when the sluices broke in BLh19*117 (ff. 285v-288v)
To see the old beldame confirmed in her choice
<A supplement to The session of ladies 1688>

When popular men do mount above this height BLh19*118 (f. 289r)
Else desolation will o’errun the land
<The prognostic [marg (another hand): or ?Cristi]>

Of famous nuptials now we’ll sing BLh19*119 (ff. 289v-293v)
Which we refer to great Nassau
<On three late marriages [marg (another hand): 1688]>

Here lies an old worthy of what but the gallows BLh19*120 (f. 294r-v)
The other the gates of his head and each quarter
<Epitaph on Mr Allabone late titular judge>

As I went by St James’s I heard a bird sing BLh19*121 (f. 295r-v)
There was no other way for the mending the breed
<An excellent new song, called The prince of darkness. Showing how three kingdoms may be set on fire by a warming pan>

Ungrateful wretch canst thou pretend a cause BLh19*122 (f. 296r)
His sword is steel his god is but a wafer
<A dialogue between a loyal addressor and a blunt Whiggish clown>

The talk up and down BLh19*123 (ff. 296v-300r)
And faith I think not sooner
<The statesman’s almanac. Being an excellent new ballad, in which the qualities of each month are considered, whereby it appears that a parliament cannot meet in any of the old months, with a proposal for mending the calendar humbly offered to the packers of the next parliament. To the tune of Cold and raw the north did blow. Prologue [marg (another hand): 1688]>

Would you be a man of honour BLh19*124 (ff. 300v-301r)
And worship always to the E[a]st
<A new way to honour>

Williams thy tame submission suits thee more BLh19*125 (f. 301v)
Is’t so then drawer light me down to shite
<On Sir William Williams solicitor general>

Great Nassau rise to glory BLh19*126 (f. 302r-v)
March to overcome and reign
<Song>

Hâc alieni BLh19*127 (f. 303r)
Samuel Oxon
<Epitaphium>

Here strangers lies proud Sam of Oxon BLh19*127.1 (f. 303r-v)
With everlasting infamy
<Paraphrased [no separate title in TC]>

The ladies I hear take it in great scorn BLh19*128 (ff. 304r-305r)
But in ballads oft times you may read what is true / Sing lullaby baby by by
<The second part of Perkin’s sucking bottle. To the tune of Green sleeves, and pudding pies>

Oyes oyes oyes can any bring BLh19*129 (ff. 305v-306v)
Commit ’em safe to valiant Herbert’s care
<A hue and cry [not in TC]>

By what I did hear the little bird sing BLh19*130 (f. 307r-v)
And we from their prickles that did so much harm
<Dialogue between Supple and Sturdy>

In his Holiness’ name BLh19*131 (ff. 308r-310v)
And so drive away honest Carman
<The last will and testament of Father Peter>

Would you Sir attain that honour BLh19*132 (f. 311r-v)
Who worship to the Roman beast
<The true way to honour>

Crown crown the goblet quaff the sparkling wine BLh19*133 (ff. 312r-313r)
And celebrate the glories of the day
<Song on the 30th of January>

When soul of Jefferys did to hell come BLh19*134 (f. 313v)
Modestly rose and gave him place
<On the death of the Lord Chancellor Jefferys>

I sing of a duel in Epsom befell BLh19*135 (f. 314r)
Thy Clineas O Sidney was never so matched
<The Epsom duel>

When James takes possession again of the throne BLh19*136 (ff. 314v-315r)

Then and not till then will be peace in our walls
<Improbabilities>

Great heir to Louis called thirteen BLh19*137 (ff. 315v-318r)
Nor fears he Louis pope nor devil / Which nobody can deny
<The address. To the most Christian monarch great Lewis the atheist / The humble address of Prince Perkin the papist>

Since Adam striving to be overwise BLh19*138 (ff. 318v-319v)
But satyr here is trampling on the dead
<The delusion>

What a bustle of late have we had to no purpose BLh19*139 (ff. 320r-322r)
And in madness and raving resign up her breath
<A dialogue between a true Protestant and a Timist>

May I live to see William and Mary grow old BLh19*140 (ff. 322v-323r)
With bonfires and bells keep a glad funeral
<The loyal wish>

You laymen of England both virtuous and good BLh19*141 (ff. 323v-324v)
His greatest belief is in woman
<Advice to the laymen>

As gentle Strephon sang and played BLh19*142 (f. 325r-v)
While Clois this blest clime shall grace
<Song>

Sir / ‘Tis not in me your miseries to redress BLh19*143 (ff. 326r-328v)
Faith send the other to his friends again
<An ironical panegyric from Poet Bayes to King Phys in his Irish pilgrimage>

Art thou a sinner and wouldst merit heaven BLh19*144 (f. 329r-v)
So of all curses tyrants are the worst
<Tyrannicidium or Victima haud ulla amplior magisve potest / Optima mactari Jovi quam rex iniquus. Paraphrased>

From kings that sell their subjects’ lives BLh19*145 (f. 330r-v)
And consciences of Rome’s dimension / Libera nos domine
<A litany for Lent>

If both the Indies were my own BLh19*146 (ff. 331r-333r)
And be friends with the parliament once again
<The conditional recantation or A dialogue between the oracle of St Patrick and the late king. To the tune of Cavalilly man>

If pagan papists tell us they brought in BLh19*147 (ff. 333v-334v)
If when they took the pair they’d ta’en the seven
<On stealing the candlesticks in Westminster Abbey>

Arise my muse and to thy tuneful lyre BLh19*148 (ff. 335r-336v)
And glorious his return
<To the queen>

Stain of thy country and thy ancient name BLh19*149 (f. 337r)
Eclipse those glories you for us have won
<On the Earl of Torrington>

The Tories wish for James again BLh19*150 (ff. 337v-339v)
But when she enters next the stage / Then hey boys up go we
<Mall in her majesty>

Would you have a place at court Sir BLh19*151 (f. 340r-v)
Why those rogues should be preferred
<Song>

All you good men who are BLh19*152 (ff. 341r-342r)
To blow up the church and the state
<Daughter Church’s advice to her sons on occasion of the wardmotes of London>

If vanquished monarchs may their cause explore BLh19*153 (ff. 342v-343r)
Forgot his Julia and his Caesar too
<A dialogue between King James and King William>

Welcome great monarch to the throne we gave BLh19*154 (ff. 343v-345r)
Our purses and our veins shall freely bleed
<A congratulatory poem upon his Majesty’s return>

From the Dutch coasts when you set sail BLh19*155 (ff. 345v-346r)
‘Tis the advice of Doctor Lower
<Dr Lower’s advice in a familiar epistle to K[ing] W[illiam]>

‘Twas near the mighty senate-house where [lie] BLh19*156 (ff. 346v-348r)
Called Bolloxinian’s twenty-ninth of May
<The anniversary or pious memory>

As in a dream our thinking monarch lay BLh19*157 (ff. 348v-350v)
Puffing to find himself so far outdone
<The ghost>

How many fools at court bawl out aloud BLh19*158 (ff. 351r-353v)
And therefore ’tis high time to make an end
<Satyr on Tunbridge>

With a grave leg and courteous smile BLh19*159 (ff. 354r-358v)
That with one voice they cried well moved
<The opening of the session in the House of Commons>

A thin ill-natured ghost that haunts the king BLh19*160 (ff. 359r-361r)
Should ere be thus condemned to counselling
<The nine 1690>

What chance have brought thee into verse BLh19*161 (ff. 361v-364v)
So may they live full many a year
<The female nine 1690>

Since at a tavern I can’t meet you BLh19*162 (f. 365r-v)
Takes coach and steals away to London
<To a Jacobite fellow of Queen’s College>

Tell me sage Will thou that the town around BLh19*163 (f. 366r)
That thing’s a beau why then that beau’s a beast
<The description of a beau>

Near Covent Garden theatre where you know BLh19*164 (ff. 366v-368v)
Change F for W ’tis Monsieur Walsh
<On the author of a dialogue concerning women. Pretended to be writ in defence of the sex>

Let the walks of my satyr beware BLh19*165 (ff. 369r-370v)
Makes a very ill god but good devil
<Tunbridge satyr>

Tell me Dorinda why so gay BLh19*166 (f. 371r)
At once both stink and shine
<On the Countess of Dorchester>

Ye vile traducers of the female kind BLh19*167 (ff. 371v-373v)
And safe at home poetic wars maintain
<The confederates or The first happy day of The Island Princess>

How happy were good English faces BLh19*168 (f. 374r-v)
And the soldiers henceforth do their duty
<The women’s complaint to Venus>

Why nymphs these pitiful stories BLh19*168.1 (ff. 374v-375v)
Shall swinge you as at the beginning
<Venus [a sub-heading of previous; no separate title in TC]>

Too weak are laws and edicts vain BLh19*169 (ff. 376r-378v)
She saved herself and damned the law
<The edict of Prato in Italy>

With clouted iron shoes and sheepskin breeches BLh19*170 (ff. 379r-382r)
Since for Sir Beelzebub they’d do the same
<The new tribune>

<TC in main hand, ff. 382v-386v>

It is an old say that the House called Common BLh19*171 (f. 387r)
To an act of the House what are those of the apostles
<Upon the divorces made by act of parliament especially Earl of Macclesfeld 169- [not in TC; a later entry in a different hand]>