National Library of Scotland, Advocates Library, MS 19.1.12 (NLSa12)

A large professional miscellany in one, or perhaps two, hands compiled ca. 1682–1687 but also incorporating retrospective material.

<Contents Table on f. iir–v up to #98>

How our good king does papists hate NLSa12*1 (ff. 1r-2r)
Yet bear the Littletons in mind
<[no title] [marg: 1680]>

From the lawless dominion of mitre and crown NLSa12*2 (ff. 2r-3r)
From the King of France and the French king / [Libera nos domine]
<A litany [marg: 1681]>

As when proud Lucifer aimed at a throne NLSa12*3 (f. 3r-v)
For though his pride’s as great his cunning’s less
<The parallel [marg: 1682]>

After thinking this fortnight of Whig and Tory NLSa12*4 (f. 4r)
The fools might be Whigs none but knaves should be Tories
<My opinion [marg: 1682]>

To Tunbridge I went NLSa12*5 (f. 4r-v)
Should be happy with fine Mistress Mary
<A ballad from Tunbridge [marg: 1682]>

Dorset no gentle nymph can find NLSa12*6 (ff. 4v-5r)
For she’ll have Moll no more
<Dorset’s lamentation, for Mall Howard’s absence [marg: 1682]>

You scribblers that write still of widows and maids NLSa12*7 (ff. 5r-6r)
If everyone’s wife should turn honest again
<The Lady Freschvile’s song of the wives to the tune of Four able physicians are lately come to town [marg: 1682]>

This way of writing I observe by some NLSa12*8 (ff. 6r-7r)
All living creatures f[uc]k except the king
<A satyr [marg: 1682]>

His holiness has three great friends NLSa12*9 (f. 7r-v)
It rules both church and state
<The pope’s three great friends [marg: 1682]>

Thou’rt more inconstant than the wind or sea NLSa12*10 (ff. 7v-8v)
There’s none so much corrupted as his heart
<The hypocrite [marg: 1682]>

Since to restrain our joys that ill but rude NLSa12*11 (ff. 8v-9v)
When we meet next be sure you all deny
<Instructions to his mistress how to behave herself at supper before her husband [marg: 1682]>

Julian how comes it that of late we see NLSa12*12 (ff. 9v-10r)
And should enjoy her woman if he can
<To Julian [marg: 1682]>

When Portsmouth did from England fly NLSa12*13 (f. 10r)
You should have lamed him too
<The Duchess of Portsmouth [marg: 1682]>

Let each one take his glass NLSa12*14 (f. 10v)
Or live to betray one another
<The loyal health [marg: 1682]>

Soon as you read my theme I’m sure you’ll ask NLSa12*15 (ff. 10v-12r)
And wouldst not thou for thine thy self foreswear
<To be wiser than our forefathers [marg: 1682]>

Let the Commons hunt their plots with [a] hey NLSa12*16 (ff. 12r-13r)
I’ll bid parliaments adieu / With a hey tranony nony nony no
<A satirical sonnet [marg: 1682]>

Methinks I see you newly risen NLSa12*17 (ff. 13r-14r)
The reins of government must break
<Portsmouth’s looking-glass [1682 implied in TC]>

Our monarch’s whore from France is come NLSa12*18 (f. 14r-v)
And set his duchess right
<Portsmouth’s return, to a new Scotch tune [`1682′ in margin]>

Since there are some that with me see the state NLSa12*19 (f. 15r-v)
If Legge or Armstrong shall be absolute
<The impartial trimmer [marg: 1682]>

Come all you youths that [yet] are free NLSa12*20 (ff. 16r-17r)
Like Arundell and Gray
<A ballad to the tune of Cheviot-Chase or When as K[ing] Henry ruled this land etc [marg: 1682]>

Assist me Stanhope while I sing NLSa12*21 (ff. 17v-18v)
In prose or else in rhyme
<Cheviot Chace. 2 part [marg: 1682] [not listed separately in TC]>

A countess of fame NLSa12*22 (ff. 18v-20r)
His bed should to Bridges be common
<Satyr, in its own colours [marg: 1682]>

Hail poet laureate of this barren isle NLSa12*23 (ff. 20r-21r)
As church ones are and better understood
<Answer to the poet of St. Giles’s [marg: 1682]>

Not thicker are the stars i’th’ milky way NLSa12*24 (ff. 21r-23v)
For it damns more and therefore must be worse
<The survey [marg: 1682]>

Hear me dull prostitute worse than my wife NLSa12*25 (ff. 23v-27v)
While thy vile heroes to their pardons run
<Satyr, to his muse by the author of Absolom and Achitophel. Quo liceat libris non licet ire mihi / Turpiter huc illuc ingeniosus eo [1682 implied in TC]>

For Warwick she keeps two stallions in pay NLSa12*26 (f. 28r-v)
Who from his high throne was unpitied flung down / Which nobody can deny
<Lampoon. On several ladies [1682 implied in TC]>

I who from drinking ne’er could spare an hour NLSa12*27 (ff. 29r-31v)
Libel attend all those who wrong their fame
<Quem naturam negat facit indignatio versum qualem cunque potest [marg: 1682]>

We your majesty’s most dutiful and loyal subjects the ladies of pleasure NLSa12*28 (ff. 31v-
32r)
by presenting it with unwarrantable numbers
<The humble address of the ladies of pleasure [marg: 1682] [prose text]>

Happy great prince and so much happier thou NLSa12*29 (ff. 32r-34r)
And ‘midst a glorious heap of burning c[un]ts expire
<Sardanapalus ode [marg: 1683]>

Though teaching thy peculiar bus’ness be NLSa12*30 (f. 34r-v)
And get the sense to know thyself an ass
<To the author of Sardanapalus; upon that and his other writings [1683 implied in TC]>

Of fields I write famous for mighty lust NLSa12*31 (ff. 34v-35r)
To send like Isham chancred to his grave
<Satyr. On the ladies in Lincoln’s Inn fields [marg: 1683]>

Since satyr is the only thing that’s writ NLSa12*32 (ff. 35v-36r)
To make good Poet Paunch’s prophecy
<Satyr undisguised [marg: 1683] [not in TC]>

There’s Sunderland the Tory NLSa12*33 (ff. 36r-37r)
And burn {bring uncorr} her as they did the Rump-a
<A ballad to the tune of Sir Robert Martin [marg: 1683/4]>

Fair royal maid permit a youth undone NLSa12*34 (ff. 37v-38v)
And I a victim fall to all the injured fair
<Bajazet to Gloriana [marg: 1683/4>

Thou mighty princes[s] lovely queen of holes NLSa12*35 (ff. 38v-39r)
Whose virtue does all Helicon excel
<A paradox [marg: 1684]>

How dull and how insensible a beast NLSa12*36 (ff. 39r-42r)
Learn to write well or not to write at all
<An essay upon satyr>

Ah Raleigh when thou didst thy breath resign NLSa12*37 (ff. 42v-44v)
No poisoned tyrants on the earth shall live
<A dialogue between Britannia and Raleigh’s ghost>

Chaste pious prudent Charles the second NLSa12*38 (ff. 44v-46v)
Is wretched kinged by storks and frogs
<The chronicle>

From the blest region of eternal day NLSa12*39 (f. 47r-v)
Him by that act to God and man a foe
<A copy of verses said to be written by Milton>

As in the days of yore was odds NLSa12*40 (ff. 47v-48r)
He turned the parliament out of door
<The royal kiss or prorogation>

As cities to their fierce conquerors yield NLSa12*41 (ff. 48v-49r)
We’d better have him by much than his brother
<Sir Robert Viner’s statue {Statute} of the king on horseback>

When the seal is given to a talking fool NLSa12*42 (f. 49r)
And wish in vain Venetian liberty
<[no title; separated from the previous poem by a line, but not the usual `Finis’ and not in TC]>

Have you heard of the knight that was sent to the Tower NLSa12*43 (f. 49r)
For he’ll tower you and hang all like anything
<Upon Sir Ellis Layton’s being ordered by the k[ing] to be sent to the Tower [not in TC]>

In the isle of Britain long since famous known NLSa12*44 (f. 49v)
Ere she can raise the members she enjoys
<On King Charles [not in TC]>

We read in profane and sacred records NLSa12*45 (ff. 49v-52r)
There’s ten times much more treason in wine brandy and ale
<A dialogue. Between the two horses at Charing Cross, and Wool Church [includes: The Introduction/The Dialogue/The Conclusion]>

Ud’s life we’re undone NLSa12*46 (ff. 52r-53r)
Turn which way we will we’re undone
<A dialogue between k[ing] and d[uke]>

It happened in the twilight of the day NLSa12*47 (ff. 53r-54r)
Starts from his coach and bids the dame draw near
<Sir Edmund Bury Godfrey’s ghost>

Wounds what ailed the parliament NLSa12*48 (ff. 54v-56r)
And rogues like Tom of Danby
<Thomas of Danby or A merry new ballad upon a lamentable occasion, to the tune of Pretty Peggy Benson>

When Hodge had numbered up how many score NLSa12*49 (ff. 56r-58r)
His body fell out fled his frightened soul
<A country clown called Hodge went to view the pyramid, pray mark what did ensue>

Now having gone thus far in the description of rebellion NLSa12*50 (ff. 58r-59r)
it necessarily shows that kind of government less consisting with the presence of God
<A discourse of rebellion given up and down in 1676 [prose text]>

When the House of Commons had in debate the making NLSa12*51 (ff. 59r-60v)
Must he needs eat that it’s very strange kind of eating methinks
<May 1675 [extracts from parliamentary session, seemingly continuing on from previous in error. Not in TC] [prose text]>

My lords and gentlemen / I told you last meeting that winter was the fittest time NLSa12*52 (ff. 60v-61v)
thrift sincerity and prudence that I have ever practised since my happy restoration
<A speech of the king’s [prose text]>

Tom I know thou art allowed to be impudent NLSa12*53 (f. 62r)
that a good or bad end may quickly be made of them
<A letter sent to Tom Killigrew of the bed chamber [end: Bess a Bedlam] [prose text] [not in TC]>

Since now my Sylvia is as kind as fair NLSa12*54 (ff. 62r-64r)
This child of hers that most deserves her care
<Enjoying. Said to be writ by M[y] L[ord] M[ulgrave] upon Mrs K.>

Husband thou dull unpitied miscreant NLSa12*55 (ff. 64v-65v)
Destroys soul body wit credit and estate
<A broadside against marriage directed to that inconsiderable animal called husband [marg: 1675]>

Come hither Topham come with a hey with a hey NLSa12*56 (ff. 65v-67r)
And successor has the clap / With a hey trony nony nony no
<A rare show. To the tune of I am a senseless thing [dialogue between Leviathan and Topham] [`Tophan’ has been corrected to `Topham’ throughout]>

The grave House of Commons by hook or by crook NLSa12*57 (ff. 67r-68r)
But throw out the bishops as they threw out the bill
<Upon the bishop’s throwing out the bill>

I have too long endured her guilty scorn NLSa12*58 (ff. 68r-69v)
That down Love’s current drives me fast away
<Upon an ungrateful and undeserving mistress whom he could not help loving. Or A second part of Phillis. Being a paraphrastical translation of Ovid’s tenth elegy. Lib: 3: Amorum>

What should I ask my friend which best would be NLSa12*59 (f. 70r-v)
He left scorned Hammon to the vulgar rout
<Cato’s answer to Labienus, when he advised him to go and consult the oracle of Jupiter Hammon, translated out of the 9th book of Lucan beginning at quid quære Labiene jubes &c>

‘Twere folly if ever NLSa12*60 (ff. 70v-72r)
And lately found out the prudent addressors
<A new ballad. To the tune of The Irish jig>

In Milford Lane near to St Clement’s steeple NLSa12*61 (ff. 72r-73v)
A commonwealth their government shall be
<The duel of the crabl[ice] [add (TC): by the E. of Dorset] [end: Ld Buckhorst]>

Pride lust ambition and the people’s hate NLSa12*62 (ff. 73v-74r)
The nation may most justly claim his head
<On the Lord Chancellor Hide>

Draw England ruined by what was given before NLSa12*63 (ff. 74r-76r)
Which most the Dutch or parliament they fear
<Instructions to a painter on the burning of the ships at Chatham [end: Marvel 1667]>

Painter once more thy pencil reassume NLSa12*64 (ff. 76r-77r)
Leave Temple single to be beat in the city
<Further instructions to a painter [end: Marvel]>

When daring Blood his rents to have regained NLSa12*65 (f. 77r)
A bishop’s cruelty the crown had gone
<On Blood’s stealing the crown [marg: 1678] [end: Marvel]>

As t’other night in bed I thinking lay NLSa12*66 (ff. 77r-82r)
‘Tis ten to one but I shall dream again
<The dream of the cabal [marg: 1672] [end: Marvell]>

Betwixt Father Patrick and his highness of late NLSa12*67 (f. 82r-v)
He managed the cause as he did the sea fight
<The dispute [marg: 1673] [end: Rochester]>

Spread a large canvas painter to contain NLSa12*68 (ff. 82v-84v)
This crowd of traitors hanged in effigy
<Advice to a painter to draw the Dutch>

Great Charles who full of pity wouldst command NLSa12*69 (f. 84v)
Till the stroke’s struck which they can ne’er retrieve
<To the king [end: Marvell]>

What can be the mystery why Charing Cross NLSa12*70 (ff. 85r-86r)
To behold every day such a court such a son
<On the statue {statute} at Charing Cross>

While lazy prelates leaned their mitred heads NLSa12*71 (f. 86r)
Who in Philippi for their country fell
<On his excellent friend Mr Andrew Marvell deceased [marg: 1677]>

From the dark Stygian lake I come NLSa12*72 (ff. 86v-87r)
The Assyrian’s palace to his urn
<Marvell’s ghost>

Thou common shore of this poetic town NLSa12*73 (ff. 87r-88v)
His mistress lost yet still his pen’s his sword
<A familiar epistle to Julian secretary to the muses [end: John Dryden]>

Preserved by wonder in the oak O Charles NLSa12*74 (ff. 88v-90r)
But now I think on’t I have said enough
<Preserved by wonder. Satyr [marg: 1677] [end: Lacy]>

Reform great queen the errors of your youth NLSa12*75 (f. 90r-v)
And dance for joy that you are danced away
<On the queen’s dancing [marg: 1678]>

Here’s a house to be let NLSa12*76 (ff. 90v-91r)But paid for’t at last
<The parliament house to be let [marg: 1678]>

I’ve heard the muses were still soft and kind NLSa12*77 (ff. 91r-92r)
Blast great Apollo with perpetual shame
<Advice to Apollo [marg: 1678]>

As I a-walking was the other day NLSa12*78 (ff. 92r-95v)
And when I more do hear I more will tell ye
<The fancy [marg: 1679]>

Would you send Kate to Portugal NLSa12*79 (ff. 95v-96r)
And once more make Charles king again / This is the time
<The time [marg: 1679]>

Disgraced undone made Fortune’s sport NLSa12*80 (f. 96v)
Next after you by God I will be king
<The Duke of Monmouth’s letter to the king>

Ungrateful boy I will not call thee son NLSa12*81 (f. 97r-v)
God’s blood I’ll send you to the rout below
<The king’s answer [marg: 1679]>

The freeborn English generous and wise NLSa12*82 (ff. 97v-98r)
To have enslaved but made this isle their friend
<A character of the English an allusion. Tacit[us] de vita agric[ola] [marg: 1679]>

As Colon was driving his sheep along NLSa12*83 (ff. 98r-100r)
Blither girls than any there
<Colon, a satyr on the court ladies [marg: 1679] [end: Buck. & Dorset]>

Julian / In verse to ease thy wants I write NLSa12*84 (ff. 100v-101v)
And villain Frank f[uck] Mazarine no more
<An epistle to Julian [marg: 1679]>

Let ancients boast no more NLSa12*85 (ff. 101v-102r)
While her great name confronts eternity
<A pindaric ode: on the Lady Betty Felton [marg: 1679]>

Since all the actions of the far-famed men NLSa12*86 (ff. 102r-103r)
But must cry Jack what have you stole today
<On Captain Southerland, and Captain Bedloe [marg: 1679]>

Not Rome in all her splendour could compare NLSa12*87 (f. 103r-v)
And Mistress Stafford yield to Ballock Hall
<An ironical satyr. Nobilitas sola atque est unica virtus [marg: 1679]>

Must I with patience ever silent sit NLSa12*88 (f. 104r-v)
Or who’d be rich and senseless as Thom Thynne
<Satyr. Semper ego auditum tantum &c [marg: 1679]>

Who can on this picture look NLSa12*89 (f. 104v)
Is whore in all things but her face
<On the Duchess of Portsmouth’s picture [marg: 1679]>

Among the writing race of modern wit NLSa12*90 (ff. 104v-105v)
By gentile poets and by small commanders
<The coffee house wits [marg: 1679]>

Clarendon had law and sense NLSa12*91 (ff. 105v-106r)
With here and there a pawn
<On the young statesmen [marg: 1680] [end: Dryden]>

Curse on those critics ignorant and vain NLSa12*92 (ff. 106r-107v)
You may not only kiss but kiss your friend
<Satyr on the court ladies [marg: 1680]>

Since every foolish coxcomb thinks it fit NLSa12*93 (ff. 107v-109r)
Dydapping Wharton bears the bays away
<Answer to the Satyr on the court ladies [marg: 1680]

<`Fin du premier Tome’ at bottom of f. 109r, and `Exiatur’ [sic] in margin. Followed by 3 blank pages and then a ?new hand begins, albeit one which increasingly resembles the first>

Our prologue’s wit grows flat the nap’s worn off NLSa12*94 (ff. 111r-112r)
With lewd lives and no fortunes would defend it
<A Lenten prologue, refused by the players [end: Samuell Amy]>

The rabble hates the gentry fear NLSa12*95 (f. 112r)
And thou the lumpish log
<The rabble [marg: 1680]>

When plate was at pawn and fob at an ebb NLSa12*96 (ff. 112r-113r)
And still in their language quake Vive le roy
<Royal resolutions>

Methinks I see our mighty monarch stand NLSa12*97 (f. 113r-v)
To make way for the son to bring a whore
<Flatfoot the gudgeon taker>

You good men of Middlesex countrymen dear NLSa12*98 (ff. 113v-114r)
Till thou soften his heart and open his ear
<A ballad on Sir Robert Peyton [marg: 1680]>

<Contents listing ends here>

My lords / Your appointing of the consideration of the state of England NLSa12*99 (ff. 114r-116r)
if these doors be not shut up and made safe
<My Lord Shaftesbury’s speech in the House of Lords, March 24th 1678/9 [prose text]>

The Londoners gent to the king do present NLSa12*100 (ff. 116r-117r)
Until you burn again burn again
<On the Lord Mayor and court of aldermen going to White-hall with the king and duke’s freedom>

By a bold people’s stubborn arms oppressed NLSa12*101 (f. 117r-v)
And on an open stage unpitied lie
<Virgil Lib 4. b 15. b 20. Englished by Mr Cowley at Oxford when the king was there in the time of the war>

Tired with the noisome follies of the age NLSa12*102 (ff. 117v-120r)
Unthinking Charles ruled by unthinking thee
<Rochester’s farewell [marg: 1680]>

Behold the genius of our land NLSa12*103 (f. 120r-v)
And yearly celebrate this night
<A speech addressed to Queen Elizabeth’s statue {statute} at Temple Bar, at the burning of the Pope November 17. 1680>

Send forth dear Julian all thy books NLSa12*104 (ff. 120v-122r)
And every night I’ll sit and write / Then hey boys up go we
<Satyr to Julian>

Leave off your ogling Francis NLSa12*105 (f. 122r-v)
And servant Roger Martin
<Advice or an heroic epistle to Mr Francis Villers. to an excellent new tune called A health to Betty>

You Whigs and you Tories you trimmers and all NLSa12*106 (ff. 122v-123v)
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>

Cursed be the timorous fool whose feeble mind NLSa12*107 (ff. 123v-124v)
And stems the fury of the foaming tides
<The true English man>

This trick of trimming is a fine thing NLSa12*108 (ff. 124v-125r)
Sidney lets a fart / Exeunt omnes
<The cushion dance at court, to the tune of John Saunderson. Enter Jeffrey Ailworth, followed by the king and duke hand in hand [marg: 1683/4]>

Algernon Sidney fills his tomb NLSa12*109 (f. 125r-v)
Where neither pope or not devil has to do
<Epitaph>

If Aphra’s worth were needful to be shown NLSa12*110 (ff. 125v-126r)
And what thou canst not comprehend admire
<The female laureate [marg: 1684] [f. 126v blank]>

Ten pounds to a crown who will make the match NLSa12*111 (f. 127r-v)
Let trusty Monsieur pre-engage your ready vote
<A match between the keen razor and dull axe>

This youth was beloved in the spring of his life NLSa12*112 (ff. 127v-129v)
Than thus to be hanged for cutting a purse
<A gentle ballad called Lamentable Lory to the tune of Youth youth etc [marg: 1684]>

Here lies a creature of indulgent fate NLSa12*113 (f. 129v)
By his preposterous translation
<Epitaph on Lamentable Lory [marg: 1684]>

Dear friend I fain would try once more NLSa12*114 (ff. 130r-131v)
Matters much more ridiculous
<A letter to Julian [marg: 1685]>

Since the united cunning of the stage NLSa12*115 (ff. 132r-134r)
And praise what Durfey not translating writ {will}
<Satyr on the modern translation. odi imitatores servum pecus [marg: 1685]>

Who can but wonder at {all} this season NLSa12*116 (ff. 134v-2134r-v)
Shall be the subject of the next
<Lymonides or the western expedition [marg: 1685] [there are two folios numbered `134′, in error]>

Begin we now a second time NLSa12*117 (ff. 135r-136v)
Their funeral rites perform {perform’d uncorr} in state
<Lymonides pars secunda [marg: 1685] [the last two lines are reversed here]>

Here take this Warcup spread this up and down NLSa12*118 (ff. 136v-137v)
With horns instead of bays the hero’s crowned
<To Captain Warcup [marg: 1685]>

‘Tis true that I have lately seen NLSa12*119 (ff. 138r-139v)
To be a lover hero or a friend
<The answer to the poem to Captain Warcup [marg: 1685]>

Mine and the poet’s plague consume you all NLSa12*120 (ff. 139v-140r)
And safer far by pimping get my bread
<Julian’s farewell to the muses [marg: 1685]>

Hast thou no friend so kind to let thee know NLSa12*121 (f. 140r-v)
I’d wipe with his works and piss on the author
<To the observator [marg: 1685/6] {to let thee] pray let me uncorr}>

Damon that author of so great renown NLSa12*122 (ff. 140v-141v)
To find a better patron of the pope
<The renegado poet [marg: 1686]>

O glory glory who are these appear NLSa12*123 (ff. 141v-144v)
Publish the secrets of our hierarchy
<Oliver’s porter. Enter Oliver’s porter fiddler and poet in Bedlam. The scene adorned with several of the poet’s own flowers [marg: 1686]>

Traitor to God and rebel to thy pen NLSa12*124 (f. 145r)
May easily believe transsubstantiation
<To Mr Bays [marg: 1686]>

The widows and maids NLSa12*125 (ff. 145r-146r)
To delight both my lord and my lady
<A ballad to [the] old tune of Taking snuff is the mode of the court, etc [marg: 1686]>

Since scandal fly thick NLSa12*126 (ff. 146r-148r)
And to clear ’em as I have done these
<The vindication [marg: 1686]>

Since you have forgot NLSa12*127 (ff. 148r-149v)
The town has been cloyed with already
<The vindication second part [marg: 1686]>

A long preludium where the matter’s full NLSa12*128 (ff. 150r-151r)
You may ere long expect what is behind
<Tunbridge remarks [marg: 1684]>

Since love and verse as well as wine NLSa12*129 (ff. 151r-152r)
When kissed and pressed in foreign arms
<Sir George Etheridge to the Earl of Middleton [marg: 1686]>

From hunting whores and haunting play NLSa12*130 (f. 152r-v)
To all the ports she has designed
<Sir George Etheridge to the Earl of Middleton second letter [marg: 1686]>

To you who live in chill degree NLSa12*131 (ff. 153r-154r)
Has writ without a ten years’ warning
<A letter from Mr Dryden to Sir George Etheridge [marg: 1686]>

To you who hang like Mecca’s tomb NLSa12*132 (ff. 154r-155r)
You hear the Belgic lion roar
<An inversion of Mr Dryden’s answer to Sir George Etheridge’s letter to my Lord Middleton by way of essay [marg: 1686]>

Older and wiser has a long proverb been NLSa12*133 (ff. 155r-157v)
It is much better than to fight the Turk
<Satyr on the officers in the camp [marg: 1686]>

All ye that know men and for virgins would pass NLSa12*134 (ff. 157v-158r)
By concealing a brat and a pox are undone
<The ladies’ mistake or the physician’s purse, to the tune of A[h] youth thou hadst better been starved at thy nurse [marg: 1686]>

Fools must be meddling in matters of state NLSa12*135 (ff. 158v-160r)
The apartment for swi[v]ing [in] the verge of Whitehall
<Satyr on the ladies of honour [marg: 1686]>

When the old heroes of the warlike shades NLSa12*136 (ff. 160v-164r)
Metamorphosed to some Scotch presbyter
<The loyal Scot, upon occasion of the death of Capt[ain] Douglas burnt in one of [his] Majesty’s ships at Chatham {Clatham} by Cleveland’s ghost [end: Marvell]>

In vain the fulsome errors of the age NLSa12*137 (ff. 164r-167r)
Thou yet hast stock enough thy self to trade
<Satyr on both Whigs and Tories [marg: 1683]>

Our rebel party of late NLSa12*138 (ff. 167r-168v)
And Whigs shall merrily sing
<A merry new ballad in answer to Old Rowley the king [marg: 1683]>

This making of bastards great NLSa12*139 (ff. 168v-169v)
May end their tricks in a string
<Song. To the tune of Simon the king>

Big with the thoughts of pleasure down I came NLSa12*140 (ff. 169v-171r)
Whose humours are as crooked as Miss Scott
<Tunbridge lampoon [marg: Sept. 1683]>

Tunbridge which once has been the happy seat NLSa12*141 (ff. 171r-173v)
When I their grosser vices might deride
<News from Tunbridge. Satyr [marg: 1684]>

Hast thou at last that mother church too quitted NLSa12*142 (ff. 173v-174v)
And have no hope of heaven but his word
<A new address to Mr Bays on his late conversion to the Church of Rome>

Under this stone does lie NLSa12*143 (ff. 174v-175v)
A man so great in war in peace so just as he
<Epitaph on the Lord Fairfax>

Well did the fates guide thy unlucky arm NLSa12*144 (f. 175v)
He slew an atheist to preserve a fool
<The duel [marg: 1685/6]>

Once had I doted on this jilting town NLSa12*145 (ff. 176r-177v)
But all the mighty pother ends in punk
<The town life [marg: 1686]>

If devout Pawlet Mary NLSa12*146 (ff. 177v-178v)
She’ll be banished the sight of the king
<A new ballad, or Truth needs no vindication. To the tune of He got money by’t etc. [marg: 1686]>

Though satyr do admonish every year NLSa12*147 (ff. 178v-180r)
Lay by thy pen until another year
<Tunbridge satyr [marg: 1686]>

Sir / All my endeavours all my hopes depend NLSa12*148 (ff. 180r-182v)
Your humble servant sir not one word more
<Satyr on the poets. In imitation of the 7th satyr of Juvenal. et spes et ratio studiorum [marg: 1686]>

Of all the plagues mankind possess NLSa12*149 (ff. 183r-184v)
Worn out of date how chilled my tired muse
<Madam la Croix>

I that was once a humble log NLSa12*150 (ff. 185r-186r)
Got in my box and went to rest
<A true and full account of a late conference between the wonderful speaking Head and Father Godden {Hawden} as it was related by the Head’s own mouth to Dr F[raser] [marg: 1687]>

Wretch whosoe’er thou art that longs for praise NLSa12*151 (ff. 186r-187v)
And warns his comrades to repent then dies
<Satyr on the poets [marg: 1687]>

Ah Cambridge famous for unlucky hits NLSa12*152 (ff. 187v-188r)
A recantation make all whole again
<Hermaphroditus or Good Friday falling upon a Wednesday as it is in the Cambridge almanac printed for the year 1687 [marg: 1686/7]>

Near Hampton Court there lies a common NLSa12*153 (ff. 188r-190r)
Have patience till another year
<Hounslow health. Upon this place are to be seen / Many rare sights good save the queen [marg: Jasp. Mayn in City, match with litle variation]>

On the obedience passive still to dote NLSa12*154 (ff. 190r-v)
And sacrifice for us the ram at Rome
<To the clergy of England who are dignified and distinguished for preaching up passive obedience [marg: 1687]>

How liberty of conscience that’s a change NLSa12*155 (ff. 190v-191v)
Jure divino whip and spur again
<Dr Wild’s ghost on his majesty’s gracious declaration for liberty of conscience>

Of civil dudgeon many a bard NLSa12*156 (ff. 191v-193v)
Betwixt the whitestaff knight and lady of th’ red nose
<The quarrel, between Frank and Nan. [includes `The argument’ (Nan and Frank two quondam friends)] [marg: 1682]>

Curst by those dull unpointed dogg’rel rhymes NLSa12*157 (ff. 193v-199r)
As when old Hide was catched with rem in re / Cætera desunt
<A faithful catalogue of our most eminent ninnies [marg: March 1676/7] [marg (last line): Ld. Mountagu found her in fact with my Lord Rochester]>