Nottingham, Nottingham University Library, Portland MS Pw V 38 (Np38)

A short professional miscellany in a bold clear hand, compiled ca. 1680. The scribe leaves a page blank rather than commencing a poem on a verso.

Gentle reproofs have long been tried in vain Np38*1 (pp. 1-2)
To fright away the vermin of the age
<Prologue>

Julian / In verse to ease thy wants I write Np38*2 (pp. 3-7)
May villian Frank f[u]ck Mazarine no more
<To Mr Julian. From the Lord R— [p. 8 blank]>

All humane things are subject to decay Np38*3 (pp. 9-20)
With double portion of his father’s art
<Mack Fleckno>

How dull and how insensible a beast Np38*4 (pp. 21-35)
Learn to write well or not to write at all
<Essay on satyr [p. 36 blank]>

Of all the wonders since the world began Np38*5 (pp. 37-46)
When all fools write to think no more of rhyme
<Barbara piramidum sileat miracula Memphis>

Thou common shore of this poetic town Np38*6 (pp. 47-51)
His mistress lost and yet his pen’s his sword
<A familiar epistle to Mr Julian, secretary to the muses [p. 52 blank]>

Disgraced undone forlorn made Fortune’s sport Np38*7 (pp. 53-4)
Next after you by God I will be king
<A letter from the D[uke] of M[onmouth] to the k[ing]>

Shame of my life disturber of my tomb Np38*8 (pp. 55-6)
Like him your angry father kicked you down
<Ross’s ghost [marg (another hand): To the D. of Monmouth]>

In a famous street near Whetstone’s Park Np38*9 (pp. 57-60)
Or ’tis forty to one but they there catch a fall / With a fa la la la la etc
<A ballad. To the tune of An old man with a bed full of bones>

Worthy sir / Though weaned from all those scandalous delights Np38*10 (pp. 61-2)
Could brook the man her sister so betrayed
<Letter to a friend by the Lord R— >

‘Tis thought tall Richard first possessed Np38*11 (pp. 63-5)
Whom God grant long to reign
<The chronicle in imitation of Mr Cowley [p. 66 blank]>

Let ancients boast no more Np38*12 (pp. 67-9)
Whilst her great name confronts eternity
<Pindaric [p. 70 blank]>

As on his death bed gasping Strephon lay Np38*13 (pp. 71-2)
Live not like Strephon but like Strephon die
<Song upon Lord Rochester’s death>

Of all quality whores modest Betty for me Np38*14 (pp. 73-4)
Sweet Candish in c[un]t and bold Frank at her a[rse]
<A ballad [marg: Lady Eliz Felton]>

As Colon drove his sheep along Np38*15 (pp. 75-82)
Blither girls than any there
<Colon>

Filled with the noisome folly of the age Np38*16 (pp. 83-94)
Unthinking Charles ruled by unthinking thee
<Rochester’s farewell>

The free-born English generous and wise Np38*17 (pp. 95-6)
To have enslaved but made this isle their friend
<Tacit de vita Agric[olæ]. An allusion>

Methinks I see you newly risen Np38*18 (pp. 97-100)
The reins of government must break
<The looking glass [marg (another hand): Portsmouth]>

Methinks I see our mighty monarch stand Np38*19 (pp. 101-3)
To make way for the son to bring a whore
<The angler [p. 104 blank]>

Six of the female sex and purest sect Np38*20 (pp. 105-6)
For all liked handling well but standing best
<Upon six holy sisters that met at a conventicle to alter the popish word of preaching>

How the first bout parson ’tis not your due Np38*21 (pp. 107-9)
The harvest lady brought the harvest horn
<A plurality parson that had three livings and a wife, gets his maid with child, and marries her to his man [p. 110 blank]>

To the honourable court there lately came Np38*22 (pp. 111-13)
We’ll win him with goodness or awe him with fear / Which nobody can deny
<A ballad [p. 114 blank]>

Must I with patience ever silent sit Np38*23 (pp. 115-17)
Or who would be safe and senseless as Tom Thinn
<Satyr. Semper ego auditur tantum etc [p. 118 blank]>

Close by a stream whose flowery bank might give Np38*24 (pp. 119-25)
And arms my tortured soul to bear my pains
<The parting between Sireno and Diana [p. 126 blank]>

Curse on those critics ignorant and vain Np38*25 (pp. 127-31)
You may not only f[u]ck but f[u]ck your friend
<Satyr [p. 132 blank]>

Muse let us change our style and live in peace Np38*26 (pp. 133-8)
And peevish Jack will never write again
<Utile dulce>

Of all the plagues with which this world abounds Np38*27 (pp. 139-42)
The counsel’s good believe and take it
<An essay of scandal>

Stamford’s countess led the van Np38*28 (pp. 143-9)
Mall adieu you’ve lost your squire
<The ladies’ march [p. 150 blank]>

In sixteen hundred seventy eight Np38*29 (p. 151)
England for all that needs not care a louse
<The sham prophecy [p. 152 blank]>

Have you heard of a lord of noble descent Np38*30 (pp. 153-6)
And let us leave him as he left the fight / Now the Lord send us heaven at our ending
<A ballad [end: To the tune of Cave Lilly man]>

A load of guts wrapped in a sallow skin Np38*31 (p. 157)
A rank o’erridden jade yet still a maid / Who should it be
<Riddle me riddle me what’s this>

All the world cannot afford Np38*32 (p. 158)
For she’s able to bawd for a whole council board
<A pert imitation of All the flatteries of fate>

Stamford is her sex’s glory Np38*33 (pp. 159-61)
A bloody nose and constant weeping
<To the tune of If Dr Patrick take etc] [p. 162 blank]>

Of a great heroine I mean to tell Np38*34 (pp. 163-6)
She who no equal has must be alone
<A panegyric>

Old Wainscot is i’th’ right with a hey with a hey Np38*35 (pp. 167-9)
For a daughter of the godly with a hey trony nony no
<Some nonsense. To the tune of The magpies [p. 170 blank]>

Of villains rebels cuckolds pimps and spies Np38*36 (pp. 171-7)
Nor Nell so much inverted nature spewed
<An heroic poem [p. 178 blank]>

Ye London lads be sorry Np38*37 (pp. 179-81)
And the dee’ll hang ‘um I trow
<Scotch song>

[Of all the fools these fertile times produce] Np38*38 (pp. ?183-6)
Yet I have sense to know this is stark nought
<Scandal satyred [title from TC] [presumably p. 182 blank and p. 183 not filmed in error?]>

Of civil dudgeon {dungeon} many a bard Np38*39 (pp. 187-94)
Betwixt the whitestaff knight and lady of the red nose
<Canto [in error for `The Argument’: (Nan and Frank two quondam friends)] [marg (another hand): The Orange wench & Lord Newport]>

Tell me Arminda tell me why Np38*40 (p. 195)
And stick at neither pox nor flowers
<A farewell to his mistress [p. 196 blank]>

Let Tollemache preach to his dull simple crowd Np38*41 (pp. 197-8)
If you resolve they shall obey the laws
<Satyr>

Who’d be the man lewd libels to indite Np38*42 (pp. 199-205)
Those few unblemished are not meant in this
<Satyr unmuzzled [p. 206 blank]>

I who of divers villains sung before Np38*43 (pp. 207-11)
To taste their sweetness drops with pleasure dead
<A supplement to the late heroic poem Ille ego qui q[u]ondam or The same hand again [p. 212 blank]>

The town has thought fit Np38*44 (pp. 213-16)
A greater still comes to inherit
<Satyr of the town>

Of fields I write famous for mighty lust Np38*45 (pp. 217-20)
To send like Isham chancred to his grave
<Satyr>

Wonder not Nelly Np38*46 (pp. 221-6)
His bed should to Bridges be common
<Ballad an ill song to a good old tune [`An addition’ entered as heading above stanza 9, `I’m apt now to think’]>

A famous poetress has lately writ Np38*47 (pp. 227-8)
And so you might have often seen her swived
<The description of a poetress>

Give o’er ye dull sots Np38*48 (pp. 229-30)
To show they loved rhyming much more
<New Market ballad>

Sir / ‘Twas Sarsfield Parsons and Mon Shermon’s wit Np38*49 (pp. 231-2)
She locks up Skipwith in her dressing box
<Letter>

Thou doting fond besotted amorous fool Np38*50 (pp. 233-6)
‘Tis better be a vassal in Algier
<A satyr against love and women>

This way of writing I observe by some Np38*51 (pp. 237-40)

All living creatures f[uc]k except the king
<Satyr>

Send forth dear Julian all thy books Np38*52 (pp. 241-6)
And every night I’ll sit and write / Then hey boys up go we
<To the tune of Hey boys up go we>

First I will with Westmorland begin Np38*53 (pp. 247-50)
And ever since her grace hath missed him
<Lampoon>

Come all ye youths that yet are free Np38*54 (pp. 251-5)
Like Arundel and Gray
<A ballad to the tune of Chevy Chase or When King Henry ruled this land etc [p. 256 blank]>

You scribblers that writ of widows and maids Np38*55 (pp. 257-9)
If every one’s wife should turn honest again
<Lady Freschvile’s song of the wives: To the tune of Four able physicians are lately come down etc>

<Table of Contents (`Index’) on 3 unnumbered pages, complete in same hand>