University of Nottingham Library Portland MS PwV 45 (Np45)

Appears to be a professionally written miscellany of satires from ca. 1682–3, though hand is not the rounded book hand. Volume concludes with blank leaves.

<no index>

How our good king does papists hate Np45*1 (pp. 1-3)
Yet bear the Littletons in mind
<Satyr [marg: an[n]o 1680]>

From the lawless dominion of mitre and crown Np45*2 (pp. 4-6)
From the king of France and the French king / Libera nos domine
<A litany>

As when proud Lucifer aimed at a throne Np45*3 (pp. 6-7)
For though his pride’s as great his cunning’s less
<The parallel>

After thinking this fortnight of Whig and of Tory Np45*4 (pp. 7-8)
The fools might be Whigs none but knaves should be Tory
<My opinion>

To Tunbridge I went Np45*5 (pp. 8-9)
Should be happy with fine Mistress Mary
<A ballad from Tunbridge>

Dorset no gentle nymph can find Np45*6 (pp. 9-10)
For she’ll have Mall no more
<Dorset’s lamentation, for Mall Howard’s absence>

You scribblers that write still of widows and maids Np45*7 (pp. 10-12)
If every one’s wife should turn honest again
<The Lady Freschevile’s Song of the wives. to the tune of Four able physicians are lately come to town>

This way of writing I observe by some Np45*8 (pp. 12-14)
All living creatures f[uc]k God save the king
<A satyr [marg: 1682]>

His holiness has three great friends Np45*9 (p. 15)
It rules both church and state
<The Pope’s three great friends [marg: 1682]>

Thou’rt more inconstant than the wind or sea Np45*10 (pp. 15-18)
There’s none so much corrupted as his heart
<The hypocrite. or [add: satyr on Shaftsbury] [marg: 1682]>

Since to restrain our joys that ill but rude Np45*11 (pp. 18-20)
When we meet next be sure you all deny
<Instructions to his mistress how to behave her self at supper before her husband [marg: 1682]>

Julian how comes it that of late we see Np45*12 (pp. 20-1)
He should enjoy her woman if he can
<To Julian [marg: 1682]>

When Portsmouth did from England fly Np45*13 (p. 21)
You should have lamed him too
<On the Duchess of Portsmouth [marg: 1682]>

Let each one take his glass Np45*14 (p. 22)
Or live to betray one another
<The loyal health [marg: 1682]>

Soon as you read my theme I’m sure you’ll ask Np45*15 (pp. 22-5)
And wouldst not thou for thine thy self forswear
<To be wiser than our forefathers. [add (another hand): By Jo. Haines] [marg: 1682]>

Let the Commons hunt their plots with hey Np45*16 (pp. 25-7)
I’ll bid parliament’s adieu / With a hey tranony nony nony no
<A satirical sonnet 1682 [marg: 1682]>

Methinks I see you newly risen Np45*17 (pp. 28-30)
The reigns of government must break
<Portsmouth’s looking-glass>

Our monarch’s whore from France is come Np45*18 (pp. 30-1)
And set his duchess’s right
<Portsmouth’s return, To a new Scotch tune [marg: 1682]>

Since there are some that with me see the state Np45*19 (pp. 31-3)
If Legge or Armstrong shall be absolute
<The impartial trimmer [marg: 1682]>

Come all you youths that yet are free Np45*20 (pp. 33-6)
Like Arundell and Gray
<A ballad to the tune of Cheviot Chase or When as King Henry ruled this land etc [marg: 1682]>

Assist me Stanhope while I sing Np45*21 (pp. 37-9)
In prose or else in rhyme
<Cheviot Chace. 2. part [marg: 1682]>

A countess of fame Np45*22 (pp. 39-42)
His bed should to Bridges be common
<Satyr in its own colours [marg: 1682]>

Hail poet laureate of this barren isle Np45*23 (pp. 43-5)
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 Np45*24 (pp. 46-51)
For it damns more and therefore must be worst
<The survey [marg: 1682]>

Hear me dull prostitute worse than my wife Np45*25 (pp. 51-60)
While thy vile heroes to their pardons run
<Satyr to his muse by the author of Absalom and Achitophel. Quo liceat libris non licet ire mihi / Turpiter huc illuc ingeniosus eo.>

For Warwick she keeps two stallions in pay Np45*26 (pp. 61-3)
Who from his high throne was unpitied flung down / Which nobody can deny
<Lampoon on several ladies>

I who from drinking ne’er could spare an hour Np45*27 (pp. 63-70)
Libel attend all those who wrong their fames
<Quem natura negat facit indignatio versum qualem cunque {coqui} potest>

We your Majesty’s most dutiful and loyal subjects the ladies Np45*28 (pp. 70-1)
the errors the addressing lawyers run into by presenting it with unwarrantable numbers
<The humble address of the ladies of pleasure [prose text]>

Happy great prince and so much happier thou Np45*29 (pp. 72-7)
And ‘midst a glorious heap of burning c[un]ts expire
<Sardanapalus. Ode>

Though teaching thy peculiar bus’ness be Np45*30 (p. 77)
And yet the sense to know thy self an ass
<To the author of Sardanapalus; upon that, and his other writings>

Of fields I write famous for mighty lust Np45*31 (pp. 77-9)
To send like Isham chancred to his grave
<Satyr. On the ladies in Lincolns Inn fields>

Since satyr is the only thing that’s writ Np45*32 (pp. 79-81)
To make good poet Paunch’s prophecy
<Satyre undisguised>

There’s Sunderland the Tory Np45*33 (pp. 81-2)
[no last line]
<A ballad to the tune of Sir Roger Martin [ends at bottom of p. 82 in middle of stanza 9. Rest of pages blank]>