Oxford, Bodleian Library, MS Firth e 6 (Of6)

Bound quarto volume. ?C19 bookplate of John Cosens. A professionally written collection, in one hand, of songs and satires of the early<?> post-Revolution period. The inverted leaves at items 63-64.1 (fols 141-4) indicate that the volume was written in separate sheets which were then bound together. There is a strong tendency to begin poems on a new page and leave the rest blank after ends. Headings elaborately laid out with no sense of a wish to conserve paper. ff. ir-viii, x are blank. Folio ix contining the following is a tipped-in sheet. This is an easy-to-read MS in a professional hand. Note familiar bold wavy line with upturned/downturned ends following titles and last lines. Works in common with Yo11, Yo70.

I am not at all well read in the rubbish of the Restoration or of the Revolution therefore can give no opinion that is worth having upon this Vol.; which, however, contains much that is to be found in the 4 vols of “State Poems” printed between 1688 & 1704, with their indecencies.
Some small pieces by Dryden, such as the “Song in the person of Lord Salisbury then in the Tower” may be, & I think are, new; and so, possibly his self-vindicatory Letter. In the same way, I do not recollect the piece headed “The Epsom Duel”, according to which that notorious & clever songwriter Durfey met an ?adver.. on the Downs, & came off with a scratched finger. I am aware of no Life of Durfey: it might make an amusing book.

Would you be a man in power Of6*1 (ff. 1r-2v)
Can their king so neatly bubble
<Song. To the tune of, Would you be a man in fashion etc>

In vain the Bourbon and Plantagenet Of6*2 (f. 3r-v)
The Devil’s nature has the Devil’s fate
<On the two sisters>

Oft have we read that impious sons before Of6*3 (f. 4r-v)
Over the mangled body of thy sire
<Upon the present qu[een]>

While W[illi]am van N[assau] / With Bent[inck] Bardashaw Of6*4 (ff. 5r-6v)
You may hear of in prose and in verse-a
<Song. To the tune of, Once I lay with another man’s wife>

Ye members of parliament all Of6*5 (ff. 7r-8v)
But Lansdown delivered a k[ing]
<Song. To the tune of Old Simon the king>

Was this the justice Sir you came to do Of6*6 (ff. 9r-11r)
This is the plague which from rebellion springs
<To the k[ing]>

That kings should from the throne be rudely torn Of6*7 (f. 11v)
They’ve damned themselves and led whole flocks astray
<The apostacy>

From unnatural rebellion that devilish curse Of6*8 (ff. 12r-13r)
And from swearing to be true to W[illia]m and M[ar]y
<The litany, as it was sung the 3d Wednesday in the last month, by the vicar of Clubbington: And is to be sung every 3d Wednesday, being the Day of Humiliation till Ireland be reduced>

But now let our prayers grow a little more civil Of6*8.1 (ff. 13v-14v)
And desert the dull crowned corn[ute]d stateholder
<The second part. To the tune of, The Devil invited Cook Laurel etc>

A noble figure once J sat Of6*9 (ff. 15r-16r)
Crown not your heads with British bays
<J and O>

When lawless men their neighbours dispossess Of6*10 (ff. 16v-20r)
If pillow slips aside the monarch dies
<Suum cuique [f. 20v blank]>

A late expedition to Oxford was made Of6*11 (ff. 21r-23v)
They’d marched more nimble without their music
<On the Lord Lovelace’s triumphant march into Oxford>

In hopes of a sudden resurrection Of6*12 (f. 24r-v)
Was anti-Christian self-denial
<An epitaph on Passive Obedience, executed by virtue of the sentence of 6 or 7 bishops, and other inferior clergymen, for high treason against our sovereign lord the Rabble [in 2 stanzas, `Ætat. suæ 1688′ following the first]>

Let England rejoice with heart and with voice Of6*13 (ff. 251r-26v)
Since crowds now come over with William and Mary
<England’s congratulation for its true happy condition, under the glorious and prosperous reign of King William and Queen Mary [includes epigraph: Now wars dissensions wants and taxes cease / And we enjoy more wealth more trade more peace. To the tune of Packington’s pound] [two folios numbered 25]>

By England’s true monarchs great William and Mary Of6*14 (ff. 27r-30v)
That usurpers and rebels may ne’er get the day
<The proclamation for a general fast. To the tune of Packington’s pound>

My Lords and my Commons ’tis my resolution Of6*15 (ff. 31r-33v)
By sending to old Nicholas their second saviour
<The king’s speech to his parliament, which gave both Lords and Commons great content. To the tune of Packington’s pound>

Who will this day at church lose dinners Of6*16 (f. 34r-v)
But son and daughter that reign now
<A preparation to the fast, March the 12th 1689/90 [end: Isaiah Cap. 58. ver. 4. Behold, you fast for strife and debate … be heard on high.]>

I sing the man that raised a shirtless band Of6*17 (ff. 35r-40r)
And orphans’ curses all your steps attend
<The king of hearts>

As wearied kings that quit the throne Of6*18 (ff. 40v-44v)
And think thy self like Hercules
<Advice to the poor king of hearts; on his being turned out>

When Heaven surrounded Britain by the main Of6*19 (ff. 45r-50v)
Who bating but one blot had been a saint
<The invasion>

In times when princes cancelled nature’s law Of6*20 (ff. 51r-57r)
Is still recorded in the rolls of fame
<Tarquin and Tullia>

From an impudent town that was always unjust Of6*21 (ff. 57v-59v)
Is both our duty and our gain to pray
<A new litany, recommended to the ecclesiastical commissioners>

While Europe is alarmed with wars Of6*22 (f. 60r-v)
Her eyes can never plead in vain
<Song. By Mr Dryden; in the person of my Lord Salisbury, then in the Tower>

O last and best of Scots who didst maintain Of6*23 (f. 61r)
And could not fall but with thy country’s fate
<On the late Visc[oun]t Dundee. said to be writ by Mr Dr[yde]n>

The fourth more than the fifth of black November Of6*24 (f. 61v)
And to this nation gives a greater blow
<On the 4th of November>

Here’s a health to the king the crown does belong to Of6*25 (f. 62r-v)
But we’ll drink a health boys a health to all true hearts
<The health>

Here lies the great the loyal wise Dundee Of6*26 (ff. 63r-64r)
Thou brave thou noble thou divine Dundee
<Epitaph, on the late Viscount Dundee>

E Scotia presbyter profugus Of6*27 (ff. 64v-65v)
Et regnare exulem
<In Doctorem B[urne]t, Episcopum Sarisburiensem>

As by the rigid laws of Rome Of6*28 (f. 66r)
Portend his lordship’s fate is near
<An epigram, on the Lord Lovelace’s being beaten, not (as he falsely pretends) robbed near Tyburn>

All you that have Protestant ears to hear Of6*29 (ff. 66v-69r)
Then broke all their swords and cried Vive le roy
<Jo Haynes’s ballad>

What Nôtredame with all his art can guess Of6*30 (ff. 69v-71v)
Under a female regency may rise
<Prologue to The Prophetess. By Mr Dryden [the next several pages, numbered ff. 71br-71lv, are blank]>

Insulting rival do not boast Of6*31 (f. 72r)
But sign that she was mad
<Song. By Col. Cutts>

How just is then the tribute of our eyes Of6*32 (ff. 72v-75v)
And bath with tears of joy each bishop’s hearse
<Upon the sickness of the Archbishop of Canterbury>

While crowding folks with strange ill faces Of6*33 (ff. 76r-78v)
While one mouse eats the other’s starved
<A petitionary epistle, from Mr Prior to Fleet[wood] Shepherd>

From sable regions of eternal night Of6*34 (ff. 79r-80r)
It shrinks it back into eternal night
<The prophetic speech of the Earl of Desmond’s ghost, to the Lord Pore, as he was going towards Cork, Aug. 25. 1688 [Crum notes `Lord Pore’ is John, Lord Baron Le Power]>

An assignation is an amorous zeal Of6*35 (ff. 80v-83v)
Next with a catalogue we’ll stock the town
<The assignation>

Old stories tell of elegant discourses Of6*36 (ff. 84r-87r)
To us the conquest of the watery field
<The challenge; between the Elizabeth, Hollandia, and Magnificence, admirals of the English, Dutch, and French, fleet>

Sir / ‘Tis not in me your miseries to redress Of6*37 (ff. 87v-91v)
Faith send the other to his friends again
<An ironical panegyric; from Poet Bayes to King Phys, in his Irish Pilgrimage>

I sing of a duel in Epsom befell Of6*38 (f. 92r)
Thy Clinias O Sydney was ne’er so well matched
<The Epsom-duel>

Since Adam striving to be overwise Of6*39 (ff. 92v-94r)
But satyr here is trampling on the dead
<The delusion>

Man and wife are all one Of6*40 (ff. 94v-95r)
And you see him no more till supper
<The description of a Hampton-Court-life>

Queis Augusta malis quum mœnia vexarentur Of6*41 (f. 95v)
Crudelem ad Minoa venit
<A poem, on his majesty’s happy accession to the crown. By John Dryden esquire. Together with a vindication of his late life and writings; humbly dedicated to the right honorable the Earl of Dorset and Middlesex, Lord Chamberlain of his majesty’s household [the `poem’ refers to #41.2 below, not to this epigraph]>

My lord / The credit and reputation your lordship has gained Of6*41.1 (ff. 96r-101v)
submitting all to your lordship’s greater judgement I rest your obedient humble servant John Dryden
<The epistle dedicatory. To the right honorable the Earl of Dorset and Middlesex, Lord Chamberlain of his majesty’s household [prose text]>

Sweet as short slumbers to a troubled mind Of6*41.2 (ff. 102r-104v)
Wish Heaven and all its joys to him that gave
<To the king [end: This mock-apology and poem are said to be writ by Mr Shadwel]>

What is’t to us who guides the state Of6*42 (f. 105r-v)
This moment and this glass is ours
<An ode, in imitation of, Quid bellicosus Cantaber. Hor. by Mr Howe>

Franklin’s beauty does surprise Of6*43 (ff. 106r-107r)
She’s safe from writing and from talking
<On the maids of honor>

As gentle Strephon sung and played Of6*44 (ff. 107v-108r)
While Clois this blest clime shall grace

‘Tis true my heart has gone astray Of6*45 (ff. 108v-109r)
They do at least declare your power
<Song. By Mr Howe>

Canonical black-coats like birds of a feather Of6*46 (ff. 109v-111v)
Than that their old liturgy should not serve turn
<Song, on the convocation. To the tune of Packington’s pound>

Th’Almighty’s {Almighty} image of his shape afraid Of6*47 (ff. 112r-113r)
But conquer in the day and triumph in the night
<Lusus in priapum. In praise of nakedness; and in imitation of Petronius Arbiter; Cur sua signa dij etc.>

‘Tis common we know for goblins to walk Of6*48 (ff. 113v-117v)
To make common dull prayers and duller responses
<A dialogue, between the ghosts of the Lord Russell and Algernon Sydney>

Would you have a place at court sir Of6*49 (f. 118r-v)
Why these rogues should be preferred

Monmouth the bunch is fox am I Of6*50 (f. 119r)
Fox shall turn goose and learn to fly
<Some verses on a medal, said to be presented by Mr Hampden junior to the Countess of Monm[outh] being, a bunch of grapes with a fox looking up at them: with this motto, Not too sour, but too high>

If both the Indies were my own Of6*51 (ff. 119v-122v)
Then you shall repossess the throne / And be friends with the parliament once again
<The conditional recantation: or, a dialogue between the oracle of St Patrick and the late king. To the tune of Cavallilly-man>

Your Nottingham ale and Halifax law Of6*52 (f. 123r-v)
O devil I say take Musgrave and Clarges
<The Devil Tavern Club>

Hail gentle love and soft desire Of6*53 (ff. 124r-v)
And make the cruel tyrant bleed
<Song. By Col. Cutts>

Grieve mighty power grieve thy house is down Of6*54 (ff. 125r-129v)
As easy as the q[ueen] herself can sh[i]te
<The garden. qualis-qualis est sub finem. Anni 1688 composita>

My muse shall rehearse such blue-coats on horseback Of6*55 (f. 130r-v)
Who never fought men but women and wine
<On the blue guard etc>

Corinna in the bloom of youth Of6*56 (ff. 131r-v)
And age is virtue’s season
<Song. by Mr G—>

Chloe’s the wonder of her sex Of6*57 (f. 132r)
A boundless will to ease us
<Song. by the same hand>

Celia this sullen pride forsake Of6*58 (ff. 132v-133r)
The fair distribute love
<Song. by the same hand>

Drake Howard th’ impudent’st bawd in town Of6*59 (ff. 133v-134v)
I can say no more but let that pass
<Upon my Lord Salisbury, and his sisters>

Since all must certainly to death resign Of6*60 (ff. 135r-136v)
To reach the haven of eternal light
<The fear of death>

Hark in what soft and moving strains Of6*61 (ff. 137r-v)
And make it tender as her song
<Song. To a lady; on her singing a former of the author’s, made to her self. by Mr W—>

Our zealous sons of mother church Of6*62 (ff. 138r-139v)
Damn his Whig soul and there’s an end
<The Tory creed>

A lord baron bish Of6*63 (ff. 140r-v, 144v-142v [rev])
A hierarchy not worth a louse
<No lord bishops>

Arthurus veniet clypeo seu nomen ab auro Of6*64 (ff. 142r-141v [rev])
Nec feret hoc dux peningerum —
<Merlin’s prophecy on the year 1690>

Sure as ye live who Arthur’s fate deplore Of6*64.1 (ff. 141v-r [rev], 145r)
Thunder begins and wonder ends the year
<Englished [end: Arthurus rex quondam rexque futurus]>

Stain of thy office and thy ancient name Of6*65 (ff. 145v-146r)
Eclipse those glories you for us have won
<On the Earl of Torrington>

A thin ill-natured ghost that haunts the king Of6*66 (ff. 146v-149v)
Should e’er be thus condemned to counselling
<The nine>

While thou hadst all my heart and I all thine Of6*67 (ff. 150r-151r)
Freely would live would die with rem in re
<The dialogue between Horace and Lydia, burlesqued. Hor.>

Cursed be the star which did ordain Of6*68 (ff. 151v-152r)
Prove that ‘mongst us and curse me too

By this time madam I hope every looking glass Of6*69 (ff. 152v-156r)
to make me amends for the injustice and persecution of your whole sex
<Two select letters out of Monsieur Fontenel[le]. By Tom Brown not in his Work, by Dr D. To a Madame d’U upon having prevented her being marked with the small pox [first of 2 prose letters in a later hand]>

I saw you yesterday so concerned at the opera Of6*70 (ff. 156v-159v)
since one may be half as cheap as the other
<Letter the 2nd. To Mademoiselle De U upon her shedding tears at an opera [prose letter]>

If Heaven be pleased when sinners cease to sin Of6*71 (f. 160r)
They all are pleased for —— is in his grave
<[no title] [this is a highly variable epigram, with various names entered in the last line. In one source attrib. Ben Jonson] [rest of MS is blank]>