Princeton, Princeton University Library, Taylor Restoration MS 2 (Pt2)

`A Collection of Choyce Poems. Lampoons, and Satyrs from 1673 to 1689. Never Extant in Print’. Cameron scriptorium, Venus group.

<The Table (4 pages)>

With a loud voice through every field and wood Pt2*1 (2 unnumbered pages)
And everything he has is stamped with death
<Venus her inquiry after her son Cupid. With a description how to know him. Taken out of Theocritus {Theophrastus uncorr} [not in TC]>

Such a sad tale prepare to hear Pt2*2 (pp. 1-7)
We find no dildos from his ashes rise
<Dildoides. By the author of Hudibras. 1673. A parcel of dildos brought over from France and hid under other commodities, were discovered by some of the Custom House officers, and ordered to be burnt, which occasioned this copy of verses>

Son of a whore God damn thee canst thou tell Pt2*3 (p. 8)
The readiest way my Lord’s by Rochester
<Earl of Rochester’s conference with a post boy>

You ladies all of merry England Pt2*4 (pp. 9-13)
Indeed it had gone hard with Signior Dildo
<Signior Dildo. By E[arl] of Rochester. 1673>

I tell thee Dick where I have been Pt2*5 (pp. 14-22)
And I for them be shent
<The Chequer Inn or A pleasant new ballad. To the tune of I tell thee Dick. etc. By Mr H[enry] Savile. 1674>

Thou common shore of this poetic town Pt2*6 (pp. 22-6)
His mistress lost yet still his pen’s his sword
<A familiar epistle to Julian secretary to the muses. 1677 [end: By John Dryden. The knight which is the subject of this satyr, is Sir Car Scroop: who died 1680]>

Not Rome in all her splendour could compare Pt2*7 (pp. 27-9)
And Mrs Strafford yield to Ballock-Hall
<An ironical satyr. Nobilitas sola atque est unica virtus. 1678/9>

Zoons what ails the parliament Pt2*8 (pp. 30-2)
In sight of Earl of Danby
<A new ballad on Thomas E[arl] of D[an]by. 1678/9. By the D[uke] of Buckingham>

Would you send Kate to Portugal Pt2*9 (pp. 33-5)
And once more make Charles great again
<Upon my Lord Chancellor Finch’s speech. This is the time. 1678/9>

The grave House of Commons by hook or by crook Pt2*10 (pp. 35-7)
But to throw out the bishops that threw out the bill
<On the bishops throwing out the Bill of Exclusion. 1679>

We your majesty’s most loyal and most dutiful subjects the ladies Pt2*11 (pp. 38-40)

the addressing lawyers ran into of presenting it in unwarrantable numbers
<The humble address of the ladies of pleasure to King Charles the second. 1679 [prose text]>

‘Tis the Arabian bird alone Pt2*12 (p. 40)
They would like doves and sparrows do
<The encouragement. By E[arl of] Rochester>

In all humility we crave Pt2*13 (pp. 40-1)
The greatest prince in Christendom
<The Commons’ petition to the king. By E[arl of] Rochester>

Charles at this time having no need Pt2*13.1 (p. 41)
Thanks you as much as if he did
<King’s answer>

One whole piece of the Duchess of Cleveland’s honesty Pt2*14 (pp. 41-9)
to be sold for the tenth penny with considerable abatement for each bidding
<The auction. On Tuesday the ninth day of January 1680 are to be sold by inch of candle at the Royal Coffee House near Charing Cross these several goods in barrels (vizt) [prose text] [subheading `Of the Papists’ before item no. 24]>

Whereas there are two thousand and more Roman Catholic priests Pt2*14.1 (p. 49)
he or she shall receive 500 pounds for their pains
<An advertisement [prose text] [not listed separately in TC]>

Seventy-four articles of war in large imperial paper Pt2*15 (pp. 49-51)
by John Dryden poet laureate and now known by the name of the Conquest of England
<A postscript of books to be sold by Mr Ogilby at White Fryers [prose text]>

I thank you for the character of a Popish successor Pt2*16 (pp. 51-61)
if parliamentary courses be not complied with by the king
<The true Englishman. Speaking plain English. Being a virulous libel against the Stuarts, dropped about, in the year 1680 [prose text]>

Send forth dear Julian all thy books Pt2*17 (pp. 61-6)
And every night I’ll sit and write / Then hey boys up go we
<Satyr to Julian. Secretary to the muses. 1680>

Leave off your ogling Francis Pt2*18 (pp. 66-8)
And servant Roger Martin
<Advice. Or an heroic epistle to Francis Villers. To an excellent new tune called A health to Betty. 1682/3>

Curse on those critics ignorant and vain Pt2*19 (pp. 68-72)
But some are fools enough to take their own
<Satyr on the court ladies. 1680>

Since every foolish coxcomb thinks it fit Pt2*20 (pp. 73-7)
Didapping Wharton bears the bays away
<Answer to the satyr on the court ladies. 1680>

Who’d be the man lewd libels to indite Pt2*21 (pp. 78-83)
Those few unblemished are not meant in this
<Satyr 1680>

Muse let us change our style and live in peace Pt2*22 (pp. 84-9)
And peevish Jack will never rise again
<Utile dulce. 1680>

What words what sense what night piece can express Pt2*23 (pp. 90-2)
And brought three kingdoms to his master’s laws
<On the penitent death of the Earl of Rochester. who died the 26th of July 1680 [end: By Fra[ncis] Fane Knight of the Bath]>

Of all the plagues with which this world abounds Pt2*24 (pp. 93-6)
The counsel’s good believe and take it
<An essay of scandal 1681>

Stamford’s countess led the van Pt2*25 (pp. 97-102)
Mall adieu you’ve lost your squire
<The ladies’ march. 1681>

Of civil dudgeon many a bard Pt2*26 (pp. 102-10)
Betwixt the white-staff knight and lady of th’ red nose
<The quarrel between Frank and Nan. 1681 [includes introductory `Argument’ (Nan and Frank two quondam friends)]>

But why this fury all that e’er was writ Pt2*27 (pp. 110-17)
Houses blown up have stopped a fire’s course
<A satyr. Ignis ignibus extinguitur. 1682>

If Sulla’s ghost made bloody Catiline start Pt2*28 (pp. 117-21)
Send Doctor Burnet to me or I die
<Mrs Nelly’s complaint 1682>

You scribblers that write still of widows and maids Pt2*29 (pp. 121-4)
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 1682>

Since satyr is the only thing that’s writ Pt2*30 (pp. 124-7)
To make good poet Paunch’s prophecy
<Satyr undisguised 1683>

In vain the fulsome errors of the age Pt2*31 (pp. 127-35)
Thou yet hast stock enough thy self to trade
<Satyr on both Whigs and Tories 1683>

This trick of trimming is a fine thing Pt2*32 (pp. 136-8)
Monmouth cuts a caper Sidney lets a fart / Exeunt omnes
<The cushion dance at court. To the tune of Joan Sanderson. Enter Jeffrey Ailworth, followed by the k[ing] and duke, hand in hand. 1683 [last line here is end of stage direction] [pp. 139-40 blank]>

The youth was beloved in the spring of his life Pt2*33 (pp. 139bis-145)
Than thus to be hanged for cutting a purse
<A gentle ballad called Lamentable Lory. To the tune of Youth, youth etc. 1684>

Mine and the poet’s plague consume you all Pt2*34 (pp. 145-7)
And safer far by pimping get my bread
<Julian’s farewell to the muses. 1684>

Come all you youths that yet are free Pt2*35 (pp. 147-50)
Like Arundel and Gray
<A ballad: to the tune of Cheviot Chase. Or When as King Henry ruled this land etc>

Whither young Damon whither in such haste Pt2*36 (pp. 151-60)
He makes me happier than a fancied god
<A pindaric ode on the marriage of the right honourable the Earl of Dorset and Middlesex to the Lady Mary Compton. Damon and Aminta 1684 [a dialogue]>

Too long we have troubled the court and the town Pt2*37 (pp. 161-2)
And come out more a blockhead than ere he went in
<The compleat fop. 1685>

Since by just flames the guilty piece is lost Pt2*38 (pp. 162-7)
And make us while we pity him forget our loyalty
<Advice to a painter. Upon the defeat of the rebels in the west and the execution of the late Duke of Monmouth. 1685. —— Pictoribus atque poetis | Quid libet —— >

Older and wiser has long a proverb been Pt2*39 (pp. 167-74)
It is much better than to fight the Turk
<On the camp. 1686 [TC title: On the Camp at Hownslow]>

As I’m informed on Monday last you sat Pt2*40 (pp. 174-6)
Instead of fulsome arse use wholesome cunt
<Advice to Dr Oates not to be melancholy. 1686>

I sing the story of a scoundrel lass Pt2*41 (pp. 176-82)
To meet the prince she had so often topped
<The lady of pleasure. Or | The life of Nelly truly drawn | From Hopyard Cellar to the throne, | Till into th’ grave it tumbled down. 1686>

Warmed with the pleasures which debauches yield Pt2*42 (pp. 182-8)
And just at five this morning found my lodging
<The last night’s ramble. 1686. By Mrs Behn>

Much wine had passed with much discourse Pt2*43 (pp. 188-90)
Cried candles and I’ll do’t and turned to whore
<The Rose Tavern club. 1687>

Since scandal flies thick Pt2*44 (pp. 191-7)
And to clear ’em as I have done these
<The vindication. 1686>

Since you have forgot Pt2*45 (pp. 197-202)
The town has been cloyed with already
<The vindication. Second part. 1686>

Fools must be meddling in matters of state Pt2*46 (pp. 202-8)
The apartment for swiving in the verge of Whitehall
<Satyr on the ladies of honour. 1686>

Well did the Fates guide this unlucky arm Pt2*47 (pp. 208-9)
He slew an atheist to preserve a fool
<The duel. 1686>

Of all the plagues mankind possess Pt2*48 (pp. 209-17)
Worn out of date have chilled my tired muse
<Madam le Croix. 1680>

If devout Pawlet Mary Pt2*49 (pp. 217-19)
She’ll be banished the sight of the king
<A new ballad. Truth needs no vindication. 1686>

All ye that know men and for virgins would pass Pt2*50 (pp. 220-2)
By concealing a brat and a pox are undone
<The lady’s mistake. Or the physician’s puzzle. To the tune of A[h] youth thou hadst better been starved at thy nurse. etc. 1686>

A session of lovers was held t’other day Pt2*51 (pp. 223-37)
He had left being a man she would make him a beast
<The session of lovers. In imitation of Sir John Suckling’s Session of poets. 1687>

Williams thy tame submission suits thee more Pt2*52 (p. 238)
If so then drawer light me down to shite
<On Sir W[illiam] Williams solicitor-general. 1687>

A session of ladies was held on the stage Pt2*53 (pp. 239-48)
Since the goddess had made so equal a choice
<The session of ladies. 1687>

The court was scarce up when the sluices broke in Pt2*54 (pp. 248-53)
To see the old beldam confirmed in her choice
<A supplement. To the session of ladies. 1687>

Let Oliver now be forgotten Pt2*55 (pp. 253-4)
As their master before has inspired ’em
<Oliverus redivivus. 1687>

Here lies a creature of indulgent fate Pt2*56 (p. 255)
By his preposterous translation
<An epitaph on Lory Hyde. By Mr Dryden. 1687 [marginal note explaining Hyde’s refusal to convert to Catholicism]>

Here lives a peer raised by indulgent fate Pt2*57 (pp. 255-6)
True to his God and faithful to his trust
<An elegy [TC title: Elogy on Ditto]>

Last night when I to sleep myself had laid Pt2*58 (pp. 256-60)
They all concluded with an Ave Mary
<The vision of toleration. 1687 [followed by 2 blank, unnumbered pages]>

When the king leaves off Sedley and keeps to the queen Pt2*59 (pp. 261-3)
That out of this nation it might not run
<The prophecy. 1687>

Madam I cannot but congratulate Pt2*60 (pp. 264-6)
There’s no such thing as leading apes in hell
<Advice to virgins. By a lady. 1687>

Whilst thou hadst all my heart and I all thine Pt2*61 (pp. 267-8)
Would live would die both dying rem in re
<A dialogue between Horace and Lydia. 1687>

A lady fair I dare not name Pt2*62 (pp. 268-70)
And that was all my dream
<The lady’s confession. 1687>

Hail gentle love and soft desire Pt2*63 (p. 271)
And make the cruel tyrant bleed
<Song. 1687>

Hold Madam Modena you come too late Pt2*64 (pp. 272-5)
The Queen’s waters broke and washed ’em all away
<On the deponents. Concerning the birth of the pretended P[rince] of Wales. 1688>

Long had my pen lain dull and useless by Pt2*65 (pp. 275-82)
I’d not despair though I’d my father slain
<Satyr on Bent[inck] etc. 1688/9. By Mountfort the player>

Hail pious drab of an impostume brat Pt2*66 (pp. 282-4)
Perhaps in hers thou may’st salvation find
<To the most virtuous and most devoted overkind notorious Madam Barry. 1689>

What a bustle of late have we had to no purpose Pt2*67 (pp. 284-7)
And in madness and raving resign up her breath
<A dialogue between a Protestant, and a Timist. To Packington’s Pound. 1689>

Here / Lies a peer Pt2*68 (pp. 288-9)
But here lies Henry Duke of Grafton
<An epitaph on the Duke of Grafton. 1690>

Poor Mountfort is gone and the ladies do all Pt2*69 (pp. 290-2)
Bemoaning the death of the player Adonis
<An elegy on Mountfort the player who was killed by the Lord Mohun. To the tune of Packington’s Pound. 1691>

My dearest friend that lov’st me so Pt2*70 (pp. 292-3)
To show how wounded love may triumph over death
<Ode. In imitation of Horace. Septimi Gadis aditure mecum etc. Lib: [II] ode [vi] 1690>

Places thus very near our pious schools Pt2*71 (pp. 294-6)
May they get husbands for the fifteen brays
<Astrop Wells. By a parson. 1690>

Room for a pedant with those forms of speech Pt2*72 (pp. 296-9)
But monsieur’s coin will always heavier weigh
<The comparison between the two secretaries of state Nottingh[a]m and Shrewsb[u]ry. 1690>

Man and wife are all one Pt2*73 (p. 300)
And you see him no more till ’tis supper
<A description of a Hampton Court life. 1690>

Phillis men say that all my vows Pt2*74 (pp. 301-2)
I’m richer than before
<Song>

Fain thou wouldst know whom I would choose Pt2*75 (pp. 302-3)
By not at all or overdoing
<On the choice of a mistress>

Why is your faithful slave disdained Pt2*76 (pp. 303-4)
It’s that I dare not name
<Song>

The youth whose fortune the vast globe obeyed Pt2*77 (p. 305)
And lets the good the just and brave prevail
<On K[ing] William. By Lord Dorset. Occasioned by his deliverance from the barbarous assassination [p. 306 blank]>

Happy great prince and so much happier thou Pt2*78 (pp. 307-15)
And ‘midst a glorious heap of burning cunts expire
<Sardanapalus. Ode. By Oldham>

Cursed be those dull unpointed dogg’rel rhymes Pt2*79 (pp. 315-35)
As when old Hide was catched with rem in re / Cetera desunt
<A faithful catalogue of our most eminent ninnies. Quos omnes. Vicini oderunt, noti, pueri, atque puellæ —— Hor. Serm. io. 1686/7>