Lincolnshire Archives Office, MS ANC 15/B/4 (Brownloe Miscellany of Poems) (LIa4)

A collection of state and town satires from the 1670s to c. 1690. On title-page: `John Brownlowe His Booke’.

<Table of Contents>

What the devil ails our parliament LIa4*1 (pp. 1-2)
<A ballad on Thomas Earl of Danby>

A butcher’s son judge capital LIa4*2 (p. 3)
<Verses on L[or]d C[hief] J[ustice] Scroggs [end: Feb: 21th: 1679] [p. 4 blank]>

You good men of Middlesex country men dear LIa4*3 (p. 5)
<Peytons fate. To the youth of youth [TC title: Sir Robert Peytons fate] [end: Nov: 13th. 1679] [p. 6 blank]>

How dull and how insensible a beast LIa4*4 (pp. 7-12)
<An essay upon satyr>

As Colon drove his sheep along LIa4*5 (pp. 13-[15])
<A satyr on women about town [incomplete, pp. 15-16 removed]>

[Here’s a house to be let for the steward has swore] LIa4*6 (p. [16])
<Set over the parliament house [title from TC. Lost work identified from this MS’s close relationship to Yo27]>

Must I with patience ever silent sit LIa4*7 (p. 17)
<Semper ego auditur tantum nunque reponem [a later hand has corrected the Latin]>

Though royal sir your every act doth show LIa4*8 (p. 18)
<Upon the last prorogation>

Shame of my life disturber of my tomb LIa4*9 (p. 19)
<The ghost of Honest Tom Ross to his pupil James Duke of Monmouth>

Pox on the rhyming fops that plague the town LIa4*10 (p. 20)
<The visit>

Disgraced undone forlorn made Fortune’s sport LIa4*11 (p. 21)
<A letter from the Duke of Monmouth to the king [p. 22 blank]>

Ungrateful boy I will not call thee son LIa4*12 (p. 23)
<The king’s answer to the Duke of Monmouth’s letter>

Worthy sir / Though weaned from all those scandalous delights LIa4*13 (p. 24)
<A letter [title set out as `Worthy Sir A letter’]>

Of all the wonders since the word began LIa4*14 (pp. 25-9)
<Barbara piramidum sileat miracula memphis etc [end: The answer to Essay on satyr]>

Close hugged in Portsmouth’s smock thy senses are LIa4*15 (p. 29)
<An acrostic on Charles Stuart Rex>

Among the race of England’s modern peers LIa4*16 (pp. 30-1)
<A satyr on the Coffee House Club [p. 32 blank]>

Among the writing race of modern wit LIa4*17 (pp. 33-4)

I’ve heard the muses were still soft and kind LIa4*18 (pp. 35-6)
<Advice to Apollo>

Close by a stream whose flowery bank might give LIa4*19 (pp. 37-9)
<The prating between Sireno and Diana [p. 40 blank]>

We read in sacred and profane records LIa4*20 (pp. 41-4)
<A dialogue between the 2 statues. Introduction>

‘Tis said when George did dragon slay LIa4*21 (pp. 45-6)
<A Westminster wedding or The town mouth>

The Spaniards gravely teach in their politic schools LIa4*22 (pp. 47-8)
<The whore of Babylon>

The poor House of Commons by hook or by crook LIa4*23 (pp. 49-50)
<A ballad>

Of fields I write famous for mighty lust LIa4*24 (pp. 51-2)
<A satyr of Lincolns Inn Fields>

The town has thought fit LIa4*25 (pp. 53-4)
<Satyr of the town>

A countess of fame LIa4*26 (pp. 55-7)
<Ballad. An ill song to a good old tune>

A famous poetress has lately writ LIa4*27 (p. 58)
<The description of a poetress>

Sir / ‘Twas Sasfeild Parsons and Mon Shermons wit LIa4*28 (p. 59)

Thou doting fond besotted amorous fool LIa4*29 (pp. 60-1)
<A satyr against love and women {woman TC}>

This way of writing I observe by some LIa4*30 (pp. 61-2)

Send forth dear Julian all thy books LIa4*31 (pp. 63-4)
<To the tune of Hey boys up go we [`High’ in TC]>

Come all ye youths that yet are free LIa4*32 (pp. 65-6)
<A ballad to the tune of Chevy Chase Or when as our King Henry ruled this land etc>

Julian how comes it that of late we see LIa4*33 (p. 67)
<To Julian [pp. 68-70 blank, apart from title of following scribbled through on p. 69]>

I who from drinking ne’er could spare an hour LIa4*34 (pp. 71-5)
<Quem natura negat facit indignatio versum qualem cunque potest?>

After thinking this fortnight of Whig and of Tory LIa4*35 (p. 76)
<My opinion>

Immortal powers inspire me whilst I sing LIa4*36 (p. 77, 79, 81, 83)
<A satyr upon the mistresses [p. 78, 80, 82 blank]>

Baber to whose stupendous natural parts LIa4*37 (p. 83)
<Essay [p. 84 blank]>

Most of our civil broils may date their spring LIa4*38 (pp. 85, 87, 89)
<The household [pp. 86, 88, 90 blank]>

Since the world’s grown mad I’ll e’en go sing LIa4*39 (pp. 91, 93, 95, 97)
<Whigland [pp. 92, 94, 96 blank]>

I rise on the bank of Thames LIa4*40 (p. 97)
<A song [p. 98 blank]>

We act by fits and starts like drowning men LIa4*41 (p. 99)
<Epilogue [end (later hand): By Dryden] [p. 100 blank]>

Ladies take heed a northern blast approaches LIa4*42 (p. 101)
<The character of two Scotch bards (after long strolling) lately arrived at Tunbridge>

Let the Whigs repine LIa4*43 (pp. 102-3)
<A ballad to Tangiers march>

Shall the world be thus abused and I set still LIa4*44 (pp. 104-5)
<A rambling satyr>

Alas for poor St. James’s Park LIa4*45 (p. 106)

Dorset no gentle nymph can find LIa4*46 (p. 106)
<Dorsets lamentation for Moll Howards absence [Lacks last line `For she’ll have Moll no more’]>

To Tunbridge I went LIa4*47 (p. 107)
<A ballad from Tunbridge [last stanza in later hand] [end (later hand): Att Tunbridge An[no] 1682]>

Of all the follies that infest the age LIa4*48 (pp. 108-9)
<A satyr [p. 110 blank]>

As in the days of yore was odds LIa4*49 (pp. 111-12)
<The royall buss>

I sing the praise of a worthy wight LIa4*50 (pp. 113-15)
<A ballad>

The rabble hates the gentry fear LIa4*51 (p. 115)
<A song [end (later hand): By Sheparde] [p. 116 blank]>

As citizens that to their first conquerors yield LIa4*52 (pp. 117-18)
<On the statue in the Stocks Market>

Reform great queen the errors of your youth LIa4*53 (p. 119)
<The queen’s ballad [p. 120 blank]>

My muse and I are drunk tonight LIa4*54 (pp. 121-2)
<The game at chess [end (later hand): By Ld Mordent and Ld Fauklande]>

As when proud Lucifer aimed at the throne LIa4*55 (p. 123)
<The parallel [p. 124 blank]>

Our play’s a parallel the holy league LIa4*56 (p. 125)
<The epilogue to the play of the Duke of Guise [p. 126 blank]>

If Sylla’s ghost made bloody Cat’line start LIa4*57 (pp. 127, 129)
<Mistress Nelly’s complaint an elegy [pp. 128, 130 blank]>

Prepare O you cits your charter to lose LIa4*58 (p. 131)

Julian with care peruse the lines I send LIa4*59 (pp. 132-3)
<To the Secretary of the Muses. A New Year’s gift>

In dead of night when the pale moon LIa4*60 (pp. 133-6)
<T: Thinn’s ghost>

Satyr’s despotic now none can withstand LIa4*61 (p. 137)
<Advice to the satirical poets>

Now Heaven defend thee Basset and protect LIa4*62 (pp. 138-9)

Two Toms and Nat LIa4*63 (p. 140)
<[no title] [later hand] [not in TC]>

Three peers as wise as ever England bred LIa4*64 (pp. 141-2)
<The pair royal>

But why this fury all that e’er was writ LIa4*65 (pp. 143-6)
<A satyr. Ignis ignibus extinguitur>

First the sweet speaker Wi: Williams I saw LIa4*66 (pp. 147-8)
<On the lawyers [new hand begins]>

‘Twere folly if ever / The Whigs should endeavour LIa4*67 (pp. 149-51)
<A new ballad to the tune of the Irish Jig [p. 152 blank] [last entry in TC]>

Sheweth / That we your majesty’s poor slaves LIa4*68 (pp. 153-5)
<To the king’s most excellency majesty. The humble address of your majesty’s poet laureate and others your Catholic and Protestant rhymers with the rest of the fraternity of minor poets inferior versifiers and sometimes of the corporation of Parnassus>

From all women we have whored LIa4*69 (pp. 156-8)
<A litany>

Of famous nuptials now we’ll sing LIa4*70 (p. 159)
<On the three late nuptials: 1688 [incomplete, ends `To vie with immortality’] [pp. 160, 161 blank]>