Oxford, Bodleian Library, MS Douce 357 (Od57)

A substantial collection of both pre- and post-1660 satires, the latter extending to the Revolution. Note close relationship of older material to Yo06. `A P 1642′ embossed on leather binding. Bookplate of Francis Douce.

The king knights Will for fighting on his side Od57*1 (f. 1r)
And none alive that ever saw Will fight
<Upon Sir W[illia]m Davenant’s being a colonel in King Charles 1st army and knighted for his service yet being acquitted because the then powers could not prove he had ever borne arms. By Sir John Denham>

Gentlemen of England this I let you understand Od57*2 (f. 2r-v)
It is a mile long or very near
<[no title]>

If faith alone can save us and good works do not merit Od57*3 (ff. 2v-3r)
That faith alone should save a soul that wanteth charity
<[no title]>

Hats are for use and ornament but why Od57*4 (f. 3r-v)
Men put their heads there where their tails should be
<Steeple-crowned hats>

‘Tis strange that gentlemen to all beholders Od57*5 (f. 3v)
For sleeveless errands are his best employment
<Rochets>

Ye wily projectors why hang ye the head Od57*6 (ff. 3v-4v)
If this comes to pass Godamercy good Scot
<A song>

Sir Roger from a zealous piece of frieze Od57*7 (ff. 4v-5v)
They and the scribe were all et cetera
<A dialogue between two zealots concerning et cetera and the oath>

Emmanuel sent my Lord Keeper out a teacher they say Od57*8 (ff. 5v-6v)
Mason and Creswell are the vice-chancellor’s friends / Heigh down etc
<A song of the Lord Keeper his entertainment, in Cambridge as he went to York>

My masters you that undertake the game Od57*9 (ff. 6v-7v)
None must do anything but only say
<To the House of Commons>

U R I C / Poor Canterbury in a tottering state Od57*10 (f. 8r)
And all from thee will fall the lighter
<[no title] [Each line begins with 4 initials]>

Great Strafford worthy of that name though all Od57*11 (f. 8r)
The nation’s glory and the nation’s hate
<Wentworth’s triumph over all>

Poor Strafford worthy of no name at all Od57*12 (f. 8r-v)
The nation’s shame and so the nation’s hate
<Wentworth’s fatal fall>

Let Englishmen sit and consult at their ease Od57*13 (ff. 8v-9r)
If we leave it again then hang up the Scot
<The Scotch man’s protestation or A new song made at Durham in Scotland to the tune of Blue Cap>

The House of Commons having lately sent Od57*14 (f. 9r-v)
Embrace each other and leave us content
<[no title]>

I heard of one is lately gone Od57*15 (f. 9v)
The purse hath lost his master
<A oyes>

Pray listen all unto our tale Od57*16 (ff. 9v-11r)
To be a halter take them
<A godly new ballad to the tune of George Goring and Jack Finnett / who will dance a heat, until they sweat / as if the Devil were in it>

Here lies one whom heavens forbade Od57*17 (f. 11v)
Whom we had all great cause to fear
<Dr Prynne’s al[ia]s St Prynne’s verses on the Lord Strafford>

Here rests wise and valiant dust Od57*18 (ff. 11v-12r)
Speechless still and never cry
<Epitaph on the Earl of Strafford. Beheaded on Tower-Hill May 12 – 1641>

Go empty joys Od57*19 (f. 12r)
And blend us both in our dead night
<Ode upon the Lord Strafford and Answer. Ode 1>

Welcome sad night Od57*20 (f. 12r)
In heaven’s high court of parliament
<Ode 2 [not listed separately in Crum]>

How long shall we wait this horrible funeral Od57*21 (f. 12v)
He loved not his king nor himself nor his wife
<Rhymes made in a balcony by one who impatiently expected the show at the E[arl] of E[ssex] his funeral>

Anglia te prodit tua gens quia quæ libet odit Od57*22 (f. 12v)
Pax simulata fuit graviorque poena paratur
<Merlin’s prophecy>

England thy proper native thee betrays Od57*23 (f. 12v)
Dost thine own misery still more increase
<Thus Englished>

Say gentle muse is this a prophecy Od57*24 (ff. 13r-14r)
As may make earth rejoice and heaven sing / Amen
<The gloss upon this text made the 25th of September 1640 at York the day after his majesty’s speech to the Lords declaring his will to summon a parliament>

Most gracious omnipotent Od57*25 (ff. 14v-15r)
And surely pay your wages
<A panegyric: faithfully representing the proceedings of the par[liament] at Westminster since their first sessions to this present: wherein their wonderful acts are truly declared and what is farther by them to be expected [room left for stanzas 9-11, which were not entered]>

Undone undone the lawyers are Od57*26 (ff. 15v-16r)
I would pull down Tyburn too
<The ballad of Charing Cross [marg: Printed]>

Heavens bless King James our joy and Charles his baby Od57*27 (f. 16r-v)
If you’ll an office have thus must you buy it
<The Duke of Bucks kindred>

Immortal man of glory whose brave hand Od57*28 (f. 17r-v)
The prize of patriot to a British son
<On Lieutenant Felton who killed the duke>

Sooner I may some fixéd statue be Od57*29 (ff. 17v-18r)
That act the people’s wish without their wills
<In Buckingamiæ Ducem>

Awake sad Britain and advance at last Od57*30 (f. 18r-v)
Why then hath Felton made the duke his debtor
<On the Duke of Buckingham stabbed by Felton>

Thy numerous name with this year doth agree Od57*31 (f. 18v)
But twenty-nine heavens grant thou never see
<The numeral letters of his name make up the year of our Lord 1628. GeorgIVs DVX BVCkIngaMIa / Climactericus sit tibi annus! [A puzzle showing that the name of the Duke of Buckingham reduced to numbers = 1628]>

Ye glorious trifles of the East Od57*32 (f. 19r)
What are they all compared to her
<[no title]>

Vos primæ violæ sat notæ Od57*33 (f. 19r-v)
Quid omnes illam si appellas
<By T. L.>

Lord we thank thee in a large and ample manner Od57*34 (f. 20r)
and when the candles are out our effectual meat throughout
<The schismatics’ grace at a Friday night’s supper [prose text]>

All you that would no longer to a monarch be subjected Od57*35 (ff. 20v-21r)
On the Bridge or Tower discover / Come come away etc
<A song when the plate was brought into Guild Hall>

Come weavers come butchers come cobblers come all Od57*36 (f. 21r-22v)
With hunger and cold God-a-mercy good Scot
<God-a-mercy good Scot. The second>

This was the man the glory of the gown Od57*37 (ff. 22v-23r)
To sit upon the clouds and judge mankind
<An elegy upon Judge Crooke>

To you grave speaker and the rest beside Od57*38 (ff. 23r-25r)
Not known since popes were out ’twill keep kings under
<Alderman Wiseacre’s speech upon that discreet petition against bishops and church government, subscribed by him and Alderman Woodcock […]>

To make Charles a great king and give him no power Od57*39 (ff. 25v-26r)
But the good king likes none of these wicked ways / By new order of the law etc
<A song against the parliament and times>

See two rude waves by storms together thrown Od57*40 (ff. 26r-30r)
As yours when ye thank God for being beat
<The puritan and the papist. A satyr>

The surplice now is worn Od57*41 (ff. 30v-31r)
Aye that it would
<Brownist sonnet>

No pedigree nor projects Od57*42 (f. 31r-v)
And coin the commonwealth
<A libel against the parliament>

Bless us good lord from that dull sect that say Od57*43 (ff. 31v-32v)
The contrary to Tyburn be their way / Amen
<The anti-Brownist [with the Lord’s prayer in margin linked to each couplet]>

I need not mickle trouble myself wha is meant by Sion Od57*44 (ff. 32v-34r)
that they pleased to impose upon it and soa I ha dune with my text
<Notes of a sermon at St Giles in Edinburgh the last Sunday in July being a fast day; By Ja: R etc […] [prose text]>

Justice is here made up of might Od57*45 (f. 34r-v)
By privilege of parliament
<A libel against the blessed parliament, 1641. 1642>

Me have of late bin in England Od57*46 (f. 35r-v)
Aund aull a mode de France
<A mock French song against the parliament>

My little lord methinks ’tis strange Od57*47 (ff. 35v-36r)
When such as you fall down
<A libel upon the commitment, of W[illia]m, Lord Archbishop of Cant[erbury]>

Before the clergy did of marriage taste Od57*48 (f. 36r)
Till a new prick’s raised out of St Paul’s old stones
<[no title; entered sideways]>

As I about the town do walk Od57*49 (ff. 36v-37r)
His son brought the petition
<A song of the times June 1641>

Truth I could chide you friends why how so late Od57*50 (ff. 37r-38v)
To say he played his pranks like you and Pym
<A satyr upon Mr Pym and the House of Commons>

But will you now to peace incline Od57*51 (ff. 38v-39v)
We’ll have the spoil at last
<A libel against the parliament>

We fasted first and prayed the wars might cease Od57*52 (f. 39v)
If Pym could make an act there were no hell
<Verses Cantabrigiæ [written sideways in margin in another hand]>

Do you not know / How a fortnight ago Od57*53 (ff. 39v-40r)
Or shortly you’ll dig for your living
<A libel concerning a misreport of Sir Ra[l]ph Hopton’s death>

Turn thee about lo thus thou ought’st to stand Od57*54 (f. 40r-v)
And say the oaths etcetera is stark nought
<A copy of verses left under the communion table in St Warburg’s in Chester, at the same time the table being by stealth set east and west. The 27th March 1641>

The pawns have all the sport and all their say Od57*55 (f. 40v)
They’ve had sufficient checks beware the mate
<The prologue and epilogue to The Game at Chess by Pooley>

Who says the times do learning disallow Od57*56 (f. 41r)
This comedy’s acted by the heart
<The prologue and epilogue to a comedy made by the poet Aquila [marg: Pooly] presented at the entertainment, of the Prince’s highness by the scholars of Trinity college in Cambridge March 1641>

The play great sir is done yet needs must fear Od57*57 (f. 41r-v)
Scarce can it die more quickly than ’twas born
<Epilogue>

Now Echo on what’s religion grounded – Roundhead Od57*58 (f. 41v)
Then God keep king and state from these same men – Amen
<The echo>

What rage doth England from itself divide Od57*59 (ff. 42r-49r)
Father of peace mild lamb eternal love
<On the civil war supposed to be written by Abr[aham] Cowley and that upon very good ground though not in his printed works>

Of the old heroes when the warlike shades Od57*60 (ff. 49v-53r)
Metempsychosed to some Scotch Presbyter
<The loyal Scot. Upon the occasion of the death of Captain Douglas burnt in one of his majesty’s ships at Chetham>

Whither O whither wander I forlorn Od57*61 (ff. 53r-55v)
And by her oracles the world shall sway
<Non ego sum vates sed prisci conscius ævi. Oceana Britannia [a dialogue]>Come hither Topham with a hey with a hey Od57*62 (f. 56r)
To Cologne to Bredagh Bays
<O Raree show to the tune I am a senseless thing. Leviathan Topham [dialogue between Leviathan and Topham]>

There is lately found out by some state physicians Od57*63 (ff. 56v-57r)
which the treasurers tell people how much they must take and what pay for it
<Advertisement. August 1652 [prose text]>

In a famous street near Whetstones Park Od57*64 (ff. 57v-58r)
Or ’tis forty to one but they then get a fall / With a fa la la la la
<On several women about town>

Worthy sir / Though wearied from those scandalous delights Od57*65 (f. 58r-v)
Could brook the man her sister so betrayed
<[no title]>

O heavens we now have signs below Od57*66 (ff. 59r-60v)
Good Lord deliver this poor realm
<Dissolution>

Your prophecy came very opportunely to my hands Od57*67 (ff. 60v-61v)
nevertheless the character was plain and legible considering the dialect
<Anselm’s prophecy [prose text]>

When thousand hundreds six and fortys two are gone Od57*68 (f. 61v)
And the shall beneath great treasure see
<Shemang England [end: Anselm. Thomas Rawlines did himself read the parchment] [verse in dialect]>

Disgraced undone forlorn made Fortune’s sport Od57*69 (ff. 61v-62r)
Next under you by God I’ll be the king
<[no title]>

Must I with patience ever silent sit Od57*70 (f. 62r-v)
Nor no one else unless he be an ass
<Satyr>

Shame of my life disturber of my tomb Od57*71 (ff. 62v-63r)
Like him your angry father kicked you down
<The ghost of honest Tom Ross to his pupil James Duke of Monmouth [end: Written by Sir Thomas Armstrong the first chancellor to his grace]>

‘Tis conceived and that very candidly without prejudice Od57*72 (ff. 63r-65r)
and so impossible to be safe without a Protestant successor
<Reasons etc Pereat Papa [end: Vivat Eccles P pt. pap: vivat] [prose text]>

Thou common shore of this poetic town Od57*73 (ff. 65r-66v)
His mistress lost and yet his pen’s his sword
<A familiar epistle to Mr Julian secretary to the muses>

As Colon drove his sheep along Od57*74 (ff. 66v-68v)
Blither girls than any there
<A satyr>

There is a bawd once brave in Venus’ wars Od57*75 (ff. 68v-70r)
No brandy and eternal thirst thy lot
<He curses a bawd for going about to debauch his mistress. Elegy the 8th Ovid’s Amorum Lib 1o>

As Sampson’s lion honey gave Od57*76 (ff. 70v-71r)
That mighty state till now had stood
<Of the Lady Mary>

As in the days of yore was odds Od57*77 (f. 71r-v)
He kicked the parliament out of door
<The royal buss>

The Spaniards gravely teach in politic schools Od57*78 (ff. 71v-72v)
If prince sw[i]ves loyal strumpets of his own
<The whore of Babilon>

I thank you for the character of a popish successor Od57*79 (ff. 72v-74v)
be ready to enter into an association as the Count of York did in H[enry] 8 time
<A copy of the libel for which Fitz Harris stands impeached in parl[iament] and indicted and condemned at the court of K[ing’]s Bench [prose text]>

Under five hundred kings three kingdoms groan Od57*80 (f. 74v)
The second Charles doth neither fear nor need ’em
<[no title]>

Devils can change their shapes but not their natures Od57*81 (f. 75r-v)
And seventy-nine prove England’s jubilee
<A copy of the last verses made by Dr Wild author of Iter Boreale>

Ud’s life we are undone / A pox on your son Od57*82 (ff. 76r-77r)
Turn which way we will we are undone
<A dialogue between the k[ing] and d[uke]>

A pox of the troubles men make in the world Od57*83 (ff. 77r-78r)
I’ll be here in a trice I read a good trot
<[no title]>

We your majesty’s most dutiful and most loyal subjects the ladies Od57*84 (f. 78r-v)
the errors the addressing lawyers ran into of presenting it in unwarrantable numbers
<The ladies’ address [prose text]>

We your majesty’s most dutiful subjects and loyal canary birds Od57*85 (ff. 78v-79r)
for better reasons than any who have hitherto addressed have been able to give
<The prisoners’ address [end: Presented June the 20th 1681 by the Lord Chief Justice Pemberton and Monsieur de Croe] [prose text]>

Ye townsmen [of Oxford] and scholars draw near Od57*86 (ff. 79r-80v)
With three in his guard he departed for London
<A ballad on the Duke of Monmouth’s entertainment at Oxford by the right worshipful the mayor M[aste]r Pauling and the worshipful the aldermen and bargemen of the city of Oxford. To the tune of Packington’s pound>

Bludius ut ruris damnum reperaret aviti Od57*87 (f. 81r)
Veste sacerdotis rapta corona foret
<In Bludium habitu sacerdotali indutum cum coronam caperet fanatici cujusdem carmen>

Veste tegis raptam dum sacra Blude coronam Od57*88 (f. 81r)
Causam dicturo p[ro]derit ille tibi
<Carmen responsorem>

When daring Blood his land to have regained Od57*89 (f. 81r)
The bishop’s cruelty the crown had gone
<Englished [marg: Marvel]>

Blood in a cassock hides the crown and flies Od57*90 (f. 81r)
Put off the clergy’s coat and get their tongue
<The answer>

Sacrilegus dum fit imitata veste sacerdos Od57*91 (f. 81v)
Cum veste hæc cicuret pellis ovina lupum
<Another answer in Bludum misoclerum>

Whilst cruel Blood wore the priest’s coat ’tis strange Od57*92 (f. 81v)
Since such a wolf our clothing thus can tame
<[no title]>

Peter of Wells that blessed abhorrer Od57*93 (f. 81v)
So are all the bishops that cast out the bill
<Wrote on the E[arl] of Bath’s lodgings over his door upon a mistake for the Bishop of Bath and Wells at Oxford [4 lines, with a 2 line `Answer’: Whoe’er it was that this ere writ / Stinks more of schism than savours of wit.’]>

Tired with the noisome follies of the age Od57*94 (ff. 81v-84r)
Unthinking Charles ruled by unthinking thee
<Rochester’s farewell>

Now at last the riddle is expounded Od57*95 (f. 84r-v)
Or else they threaten kings shall reign no more
<[no title]>

Come fill up our glasses until they run o’er Od57*96 (f. 84v)
Here here’s to the best I mean the best wine
<[no title]>

The nobles hate the commons fear Od57*97 (f. 84v)
And thou the lumpish log
<[no title]>

Of all the plagues with which the world abounds Od57*98 (ff. 85r-86r)
The counsel’s good believe and take it
<An essay of scandal>

Dear sir / The great conclusion Solomon made from those wise reflections Od57*99 (ff. 86r-89v)
what an admirable and speedy effect that produced cannot ye be forgotten
<A letter written to M[onsieu]r van R— de M— (as is supposed by my Lord Hallifax [prose text]>

Three large volumes of the Duke of Monmouth’s politics Od57*100 (f. 90r-v)
all valued at so many halters to advance 13 pence halfpenny
<At Peter’s coffee house in Covent Garden on the 20th instant October will be exposed to public sale the goods following in several parcels [prose list]>

Since popery’s the plot Od57*101 (f. 91r)
Under bloody Jamy
<The loyal healths>

May it please your majesty / We have with great satisfaction observed Od57*102 (ff. 91v-92r))
they shall then in gratitude be frankly admitted into our society
<The humble address of the inhabitants of the ancient corporation of Gotham [`Presented by the Ells. A and B senior aldermen of the corporation [prose text]>

From measuring devotion with beads or with sand Od57*103 (f. 92r-v)
From a representative monster that’s all over rump / Libera nos domine
<The second part of The loyal subjects’ litany>

Inspire me truth whilst I the praises sing Od57*104 (ff. 92v-94r)
Has had the luck to bring it back again
<[no title]>

There lodgeth a lady of late Od57*105 (f. 94r)
That Harbert goes down for a dainty
<Song>

Send forth dear Julian all thy books Od57*106 (f. 94r-v)
And every night I’ll sit and write / Then hey boys up go we
<A new lampoon>

Sure there are some that see with me the state Od57*107 (f. 95r-v)
If Legge or Armstrong shall be absolute
<The impartial trimmer>

Come all you youths that yet are free Od57*108 (ff. 95v-96r)
Like Arundell and Gray
<A ballad to the tune of Chevy Chase or When as K[ing] Henry ruled this land etc>

You scribblers that write of widows and maids Od57*109 (ff. 96v-97r)
If everyone’s wife should turn honest again
<Lady Freschvile’s Song of the wives to the tune of Four able physicians are lately come down>

This rumour ent’ring angry Titan’s ears Od57*110 (ff. 97r-100v)
Renounced the very womb that bore me Jove
<Some passages preceding The Giants’ War translated from a Greek fragment. — Vos exemplaria græca / Nocturna versate manu, versate diurna / — Jovis omnia plena / Virgil>

Because twenty-fifth Caroli secundi when an act was made to throw Od57*111 (ff. 100v-101r)
and intend to deliver them both to the King’s Bench tomorrow
<Reasons whereby the D[uke] of York may most strongly be reputed and suspected to be a papist [prose text, followed by list of subscribers]>

Preserved by wonder in the oak O {of} Charles Od57*112 (ff. 101v-102v)
But now I think on’t I have said enough
<Nell Gwyn’s and the Duchess of Portsmouth’s naked pictures [add (another hand): Printed. By the E. of Rochester]>

Mr Speaker / No man hath a greater veneration for the royal family Od57*113 (ff. 102v-103r)
Love hates a competite much more a throne
<[no title] [prose text]>

Hold fast thy sword and sceptre Charles Od57*114 (f. 103r)
And raising civil wars
<[no title] [end: This was made by Sir William Jones]>

Chaste pious prudent Charles the second Od57*115 (ff. 103r-104r)
Is wretched kinged by stakes or logs
<The history of the times [add (another hand): By the E. of Rochester. Printed]>

What can be the mystery why Charing Cross Od57*116 (f. 104r-v)
To behold ev’ry day such a court such a son
<Upon the statue of brass of King Charles the first on horseback to be set up at Charing Cross>

Painter once more thy pencil reassume / And draw me Od57*117 (f. 105r-v)
‘Tis by afflictions passive men grow great
<Further advice to a painter>

We read in profane and sacred records Od57*118 (ff. 105v-108r)
There’s ten times more treason in brandy and ale
<[no title; three sub-headings: Introduction, Dialogue, Conclusion]>

How our good king doth papists hate Od57*119 (f. 108r-v)
But bear the little ones in mind
<Satyr>

Spread a large canvas painter to contain Od57*120 (ff. 108v-110r)
This cloud of traitors hanged in effigy
<Advice to the painter>

Great Charles who full of mercy didst command Od57*121 (f. 110r)
Till the stroke’s struck which they can ne’er retrieve
<To the king>

Near Holborn lies a park of great renown Od57*122 (f. 110r-v)
If such turd flies shall break through cobweb laws
<A true and perfect relation how a bold saucy beadle being upon the watch on Sunday morning the 26th of February 1670 was killed very fairly by three dukes>

I sing a woeful ditty Od57*123 (ff. 110v-111v)
How the bullets will whistle and the cannons will roar
<[no title]>

Thou worst of flesh in superstition stewed Od57*124 (ff. 111v-112r)
That lubbard wight into her palace pull
<[no title]>

What a devil ails you parliament Od57*125 (f. 112r-v)
Exposed by trade and all things made / For owning Thomas Danby
<[no title]>

Behold a new thing under sun Od57*126 (ff. 112v-113r)
If much amiss heavens grant it mended
<Occasional meditations upon the present plague of protections. Dedicated to all worthy patriots overpowered at present by the protecting party but lamenting that grand grievance which they cannot redress>

My muse and I are drunk tonight Od57*127 (f. 113r)
And France bring in another
<The game at chess>

Ah Raleigh when thy breath thou didst resign Od57*128 (ff. 113v-115v)
No poisonous tyrant on thy ground shall live
<A dialogue between Britannia and Sir W[alter] Raleigh>

About the time that one shall be Od57*129 (f. 116r-v)
The fox shall ride the goose the goose the ass
<Part of a prophecy which is said to have been in manuscript in my Lord Powis his family about 60 years>

After thinking this fortnight of Whigs and of Tory Od57*130 (ff. 116v-117r)
The fools should be Whigs none but knaves should be Tories
<My opinion: or The nine pins>

Under this stone doth lie Od57*131 (f. 117r-v)
A man as great in war as just in peace as he
<On Sir Thomas Fairfax>

A session of lovers was held t’other day Od57*132 (ff. 118r-123r)
He had left being a man she would make him a beast
<The lovers’ session. In imitation of Sir John Suckling’s Session of poets>

The trick of trimming is a fine trick Od57*133 (f. 123r)
Monmouth cuts a caper Sidney lets a fart / Exeunt omnes
<To the tune of John Sanderson. The cushion dance at court by way of masque. Enter Jeoffrey Ailworth followed by k[ing] and duke hand in hand>

The prodigal’s returned from’s husk and swine Od57*134 (ff. 123v-124r)
Than once a traitor e’er will be reclaimed
<The prodigal’s return>

The making my bastards so great Od57*135 (f. 124r)
Is led like a dog in a string / again
<[no title]>

See saw sack a day Od57*136 (f. 124r)
To please a pious brother
<[no title] [Crum has this as part of previous poem, `This making my bastards so great’]>

Let us advance the good old cause Od57*137 (f. 124v)
The clean contrary way
<A speech of a noble peer to the mobile. To the tune of Hey then up go we>

Tell me thou treasury of spite Od57*138 (ff. 125r-126r)
Shall soon grow current coin with Long
<A letter to Julian>

I that was once an humble log Od57*139 (ff. 126v-127v)
Got in my bed and went to rest
<A true and full account of a late conference between the wonderful speaking head [and] fa[ther] G[odden]>

As Killigrew came t’other day Od57*140 (f. 127v)
Than half the time extremely so
<[no title]>

When buried corpse are seen in the air Od57*141 (f. 127v)
An army then is better than pelf
<[no title] [marg: staly / Bedlow / Oats & Blood / Popery]>

Sir Edmundbury Godfrey Od57*142 (f. 127v)
I find murdred by rogues
<[no title; the second line is an anagram of the first]>

Sheweth / That we your majesty’s poor slaves Od57*143 (f. 128r-v)
The overplus of the saints merit
<To the king. The humble address of your majesty’s poet laureat and others your Catholic and Protestant dissenting rhymers with the rest of the fraternity of the minor poets, inferior versifiers and songsters of the corporation of Parnassus [end: signed Julian secretary for the rest / from Trusty squab to Sh[adwel]l beast]>

I hold as faith / (1) What England’s church allows / (2) What Rome’s church saith Od57*144 (ff. 128v-129r)
Who shuns the mass / Is Catholic and wise
<[no title] [The poem has been crossed out on f. 128v and re-entered on the next page]>

To Saint Giles’s I went Od57*145 (f. 129r-v)
In the time of the sermon were taking
<Saint Giles’s church>

Stand forth thou grand impostor of our time Od57*146 (ff. 129v-131r)
Recant thy book and then go hang thyself
<The observator or The history of Hodge as reported by some / From his fiddling to Nol, to his scribbling for Rome>

Of all the plagues mankind possess Od57*147 (f. 131r-v)
Thy hopper arse will cause a fraction
<Madam Le Croy or The fortune teller [end: Northamton] [incomplete; ends at line 52]>

Unhappy island what hard fate ordains Od57*148 (ff. 131v-132v)
I’ve eased my mind and will securely smile
<[no title]>

All vices cure themselves as some folks think Od57*149 (ff. 132v-134r)
But drink first or he’ll not leave a sup
<On the drunken Dutch parsons>

O happy England free from this foul sin Od57*150 (f. 134r)
And turn up no redness in heaven’s face
<On the blessed English parsons by a Dutchman>

As when proud Lucifer aimed at the throne Od57*151 (f. 134r-v)
For though his pride’s as great his cunning’s less
<The parallel [marg (last line): Mulgrave]>

Muse let us change our style and live in peace Od57*152 (ff. 134v-136v)
And peevish Jack will never write again
<Utile dulce>

At five i’th’ morn when Phoebus raised his head Od57*153 (ff. 136v-138v)
Did seem to me by much the wiser creature
<Tunbridge Wells [marg: Printed] [end: Ld R: fecit sept 20 : 81]>

Apollo concerned to see the transgressions Od57*154 (ff. 139r-140v)
And leave them together by th’ears for the bays
<[no title]>

Intelligence was brought the court being sat Od57*155 (ff. 140v-141r)
Unless as a liar he were kin to a poet
<The Additions [11 further stanzas of previous, `Apollo concerned…’]>

Dear friend when those we love are in distress Od57*156 (ff. 141v-142r)
The thoughtful traitor ’tis offends the king
<A congratulating epistle to Julian in his confinement>

Algernon Sidney fills this tomb Od57*157 (f. 142r)
Where neither pope nor devil has to do
<[no title]>

Come on you critics find one fault who dare Od57*158 (f. 142v)
Did ever libeller so sharply bite
<Upon Mr Howard’s British Princes [end: B[uckhurst]]>

Sir / You have obliged the British nation more Od57*159 (ff. 142v-143r)
He must bring sense that thinks to find it here
<On the same [ie The British Princes] [end: Hudebras]>

Would you send Kate to Portugal Od57*160 (f. 143v)
And once more make Charles king again / This is the time
<This was made upon my Lord Chancellor’s speech>

By parents’ care instructed to feed poultry Od57*161 (f. 143v)
Pollux procured for her in heaven a place
<[no title]>

Pride lust rebellion and the people’s hate Od57*162 (f. 144r)
His sacrilege ambition lust and pride
<[no title]>

Traitor to God and rebel to thy pen Od57*163 (f. 144r)
May modestly believe transubstantiation
<On Mr Dryden’s turning papist>

Dear Somerton once my beloved correspondent Od57*164 (ff. 144v-145v)
But betwixt you and I ’tis your servant Jack How
<A letter to Somerton]>

If Sulla’s ghost made bloody Cat’line start Od57*165 (ff. 145v-146v)
She might as well take lovely Duncan too
<Mrs Nelly’s complaint. An elegy>

Northampton happier in his choice Od57*166 (ff. 146v-147v)
Worn out of date have chilled my wearied muse
<[no title]>

Old Westminster the seat of kings whose law Od57*167 (f. 148r-v)
But I must cease ’cause none can reach thy praise
<The entry>

Not all the threats or favours of a crown Od57*168 (ff. 148v-149v)
Who love fierce drivers and a looser rein
<The man of honour>

In Lombardy’s land great Modena’s duchess Od57*169 (f. 149v)
For if this trick fail beware of your jacket
<[no title]>

Did you ever hear of such a thing as this battle Od57*170 (ff. 150r-151r)
Englishman laffat me od soona dey be de strangia natioon in de varld
<The French general. Scene the drawing room at Whitehall. Enter a lord and lady [marg (another hand): By Villiers D. of Buckingham. Printed] [prose play scene]>

Because the lords lieutenants and deputy lieutenants Od57*171 (f. 151v)
killing and slaying in the hands of papists can only enable them to massacre and murder
<Several reasons for the establishment of a standing army and destroying the militia [prose list]>

Two Toms and Nat / In council sat Od57*172 (f. 152r)
Will cover his dominion
<The thanksgiving>

Come all tricking papists lady abbess and nuns Od57*173 (f. 152r-v)
The church that gets heirs but I doubt she’s a whore
<Loretta and Winifred or The new way of getting children by prayers and presents. To the tune of Packington’s pound>

The poets tell us idle tales to please us Od57*174 (ff. 152v-153v)
And dog and monarch both immortalize
<Upon the king’s pistolling the mastiff dog at Banbury in his last progress>

As down the torrent of an angry flood Od57*175 (ff. 153v-154r)
For know that you are clay and they are brass
<The fable of the pot and the kettle. As it was told by Colonel Titus the night before he kissed the king’s hand [marg: Printed]>

No more of your admired year Od57*176 (f. 154r)
And Lewis lead you by the nose
<The packet returned>

From all the women we have whored Od57*177 (ff. 154v-155r)
And never see Breda again / Quæsimus te audire nos domine
<A litany for the holy time of Lent [end: Obediah Walker]>

When Clarendon had discerned beforehand Od57*178 (ff. 155v-157r)
He comes to be roasted St James his next fair
<Clarendon’s housewarming [new hand] [f. 157v blank]>

Bring me a man with animating strokes Od57*179 (ff. 158r-162r)
These worst of times and time itself survive
<Advice to the carver [another hand] [add (another hand): On the execution of Lord Stafford 1680]>

[no TC]