Victoria and Albert Museum, Dyce Collection, Cat. no. 43 (formerly MS D 25 F 37) (VAd43)

A huge anthology from the Cameron scriptorium, principally of lampoons, which is virtually identical in its contents with V90.

<The Table on 12 preliminary unnumbered pages>

When Clarendon had discerned beforehand VAd43*1 (pp. 1-6)
He comes to be roasted St James’s next fair
<A house warming to Chancellor Hyde>

Pride lust ambition and the people’s hate VAd43*2 (p. 6)
From aged Pauls to build a nest for th’ rook
<The downfall of the chancellor>

Must I with patience ever silent sit VAd43*3 (pp. 7-8)
Or who’d be safe and senseless as Tom Thinn
<Satyr>

Among the race of England’s modern peers VAd43*4 (pp. 8-11)
In such a subject and a brother blessed
<Satyr>

Not Rome in all its splendour could compare VAd43*5 (pp. 11-14)
And Mrs Stratford yield to Ballock Hall
<Satyr. Nobilitas sola atque unica virtus>

Since all the actions of the far-famed men VAd43*6 (pp. 14-16)
But must cry Jack what have you stole today
<Satyr>

Inspired with high and mighty ale VAd43*7 (pp. 16-20)
That is your servant to command
<A letter from Mr Shadwell to Mr Wicherly [`T. S.’]>

That I have only answered mum VAd43*8 (pp. 20-3)
My muse has tired herself and you / And so adieu
<The answer>

The parsons all keep whores VAd43*9 (pp. 23-5)
And blind Lord Vaughan turn saint
<A new ballad. To the tune of Chevy Chase. Lord Roch>

When to the king I bid good morrow VAd43*10 (p. 26)
And from that politic Garmount
<Dialogue. L: R. [`Roch’ in Table]>

O what damned age do we live in VAd43*11 (pp. 26-7)
They get on each other and ride
<Song. L. R. [`Roch’ in Table]>

There’s no such thing as good or evil VAd43*12 (pp. 27-8)
God’s grace abounds neverthemore
<Song. Lord Vaughan>

From a proud sensual atheistical life VAd43*13 (pp. 28-31)
From making our heirs to be Morris and Clayton / Libera nos domine
<Duke of Buck[ingham]’s litany>

The Spaniards gravely preach in politic schools VAd43*14 (pp. 31-4)
If prince swives loyal strumpet of his own
<The whore of Babylon>

Clarendon had law and sense VAd43*15 (pp. 34-5)
With here and there a pawn
<Satyr>

Let ancients boast no more VAd43*16 (pp. 35-7)
Whilst her great name confronts eternity
<Pindaric>

Of all quality whores modest Betty for me VAd43*17 (pp. 37-8)
Sweet Candish in cunt and bold Frank at her arse
<Ballad. on Betty Felton>

One labour more O Arethusa yield VAd43*18 (pp. 38-42)
Love conquers all and we must yield to love
<A translation of the last eclogue of Virgill. By Sir W[illia]m Temple [not in V90]>

As cities that unto fierce conquerors yield VAd43*19 (pp. 43-5)
Yet we’d better by far have him than his brother
<Upon Sir Robert Vyner’s setting up the king’s statue>

Prorogue upon prorogue damned rogues and whores VAd43*20 (pp. 45-50)
If not next wish is we may all be free
<Upon the proroguing of the parliament>

I am a senseless thing with a hey with a hey VAd43*21 (pp. 50-3)
For a martyr’s place above / With a hey tronny nonny nonny no
<A new ballad. To an old tune called, I am the Duke of Norfolk etc>

Whether Father Patrick be not Muckle John’s natural son VAd43*22 (pp. 53-5)
He has been always so since his head was opened
<Queries from Garroway’s coffee house [prose text] [in V90 index only]>

The rabble hates the gentry fear VAd43*23 (pp. 55-6)
And thou the lumpish log
<Satyr [also #72]>

Husband thou dull insipid miscreant VAd43*24 (pp. 56-9)
Destroys soul body credit and estate
<A broadside to marriage directed against that inconsiderable animal called a husband>

The clog of all pleasure the luggage of life VAd43*25 (p. 59)
Was a hell upon earth worse than that will hereafter
<Against a wife>

God bless our good and gracious king VAd43*26 (pp. 59-60)
Nor ever did a wise on[e]
<One time the king was a-praising the translation of the psalms, and my Lord Rochester being by (says he) ‘An’t please your majesty I’ll show you presently how they run, and thus begun [not in Table>

When daring Blood his rents to have regained VAd43*27 (p. 60)
The bishop’s cruelty the crown had gone
<On Blood’s stealing the crown>

Fair was the morn when bloody-minded Mars VAd43*28 (p. 60)
And with his martial blade scrapes off the turd
<Mars angered>

You smile to see me whom the world perchance VAd43*29 (pp. 61-4)
But you are tired and so am I / Farewell
<Satyr [`E Rochestr’] [the end of `Artemiza to Chloe’]>

Cleveland was much to blame VAd43*30 (pp. 64-5)
So many buttered buns
<On the Duchess of Cleveland>

Sweet lovely youth let not a woman’s crime VAd43*31 (p. 66)
And still love on till death / My life adieu
<These verses were made by a lady to a young gentleman, whom she had casually hurt with her fan>

Near Epsom at the King of Bantam’s marriage VAd43*32 (pp. 67-8)
And that is all the amends that I desire
<Upon a gent: breaking a china bowl at a wedding [`Tho Cheek Esqr’]>

Among the writing race of modern wit VAd43*33 (pp. 68-70)
To gentle poet or to small commander
<Satyr [`Gentile’ in MS]>

Great good and just could I but rate VAd43*34 (p. 70)
And write thy epitaph in blood and wounds
<Epitaph upon King Charles the first. By the Marquess of Montrosse [not in V90]>

He first deceased she for a little tried VAd43*35 (p. 70)
To live without him liked it not and died
<On the death of Sir Albert Morton’s wife [not in Table] [not in V90]>

Ye London lads be sorry VAd43*36 (pp. 71-2)
And the Deel reward ’em I trow
<Song>

To you great sir whose power does extend VAd43*37 (pp. 72-3)
Will please t’encourage with his hum or cough
<The prologue to Dr Smallwood’s speech of Trin[ity] College when he was tripos 1679/90>

Now the job’s done who will say VAd43*38 (pp. 73-4)
‘Tis time to have done / Your humble Troot
<Epilogue by the same>

Juno shall not be jealous Venus fair VAd43*39 (p. 75)
Forget your valour Thraso till I die
<Never>

Reader this book is an Aceldama VAd43*40 (pp. 75-6)
As hateful to the world as once were we
<Upon Weaver’s book of funeral monuments>

Chaste prudent pious Charles the second VAd43*41 (pp. 76-81)
Miserably kinged with storks and logs
<The history of the insipids>

As t’other night in bed I thinking lay VAd43*42 (pp. 82-96)
‘Tis ten to one but we shall dream again
<A dream of the cabal>

Now the reformer of the court and stage VAd43*43 (pp. 96-104)
Would damn themselves and their posterity
<A satyr on the rump cabal>

Shame of my life disturber of my tomb VAd43*44 (pp. 104-5)
Like him your angry father kicked you down
<Honest Tom Ross’s ghost to his pupil James Duke of Monmouth. [in another hand:] by the L[ord] Roscomon>

Give me leave to rail at you VAd43*45 (pp. 105-6)
And makes the slave grow pleased and vain
<Song [not in V90]>

Nothing adds to your fond fire VAd43*45.1 (pp. 106-7)
And kill the rebel in your arms
<The answer [a sub-heading of the previous Song; not listed separately in Table] [not in V90]>

Phillis be gentler I advise VAd43*46 (pp. 107-8)
And never know the joy
<Song>

Love bad me hope and I obeyed VAd43*47 (pp. 108-9)
In women mean mistrustful shame
<Woman’s honour. A song>

To this moment a rebel I throw down my arms VAd43*48 (pp. 109-10)
At the thought of those joys I should meet in her arms
<Song [not in Table]>

In the isle of Britain long since famous grown VAd43*49 (pp. 110-12)
From the hector of France to the cully of Britain
<The Earl of Rochester’s verses. For which he was banished>

Since you will needs be kind to me VAd43*50 (pp. 112-13)
Or else the devil’s in ye
<Song [`Divells’ in MS]>

Such a sad fate prepare to hear VAd43*51 (pp. 113-19)
We find no dildos from his ashes rise
<Dildoides. By Mr Butler>

You ladies of Merry England VAd43*52 (pp. 119-24)
Indeed it had gone hard with Signior Dildo
<Signior Dildo [`Lord Rochester’]>

In Milford Lane near to Saint Clement’s steeple VAd43*53 (pp. 124-8)
A commonwealth their government shall be
<A duel between two monsters upon my Lady Bennet’s c[un]t with their change of government from monarchical to democratical. The duel [in margin: `By Dorset & H Savile’]>

Since now my Sylvia is as kind as fair VAd43*54 (pp. 128-33)
This child of hers which most deserves her care
<The enjoyment>

Thus in the zenith of my lust I reign VAd43*55 (pp. 133-62)
There on thy buggered arse I will expire
<The Farce of Sodom. Dramatis personæ… [`The curtains drawn. Finis’]>

Vidua quædam dives a vicina petebat ut maritum sibi VAd43*56 (p. 163)
quod nos reconcilet si quando ceperimus esse discordes
<E Fabulis Esopi P. 67. De vidua virum petente [prose text] [This Latin text not in V90]>

A German widow once of jolly mien VAd43*56.1 (pp. 163-5)
And want the tool of reconciliation
<Englished thus [not listed separately in Table]>

Soon as you read these lines I know you’ll ask VAd43*57 (pp. 165-7)
If thou wouldst wiser be these vices scorn
<How men may be wiser than their forefathers. Written by Mr Freeman when he was in Bedlam>

Hail happy warrior hail whose arms have won VAd43*58 (pp. 168-71)
And waked me from the visionary joy
<To the Prince and Princess of Orange. By Mr Nat: Lee>

I sing the praise of a worthy wight VAd43*59 (pp. 171-6)
For his father was ruined by the best of the kind / With a fa la la la etc
<A new ballad. To an old tune called Sage leaf [Table adds `upon D. Bucks’]>

Thou common shore of this poetic town VAd43*60 (pp. 176-80)
His mistress lost and yet his pen his sword
<A familiar epistle to Mr Julian secretary of the muses>

Julian in verse to ease thy wants I write VAd43*61 (pp. 180-2)
And villain Frank fuck Mazarine no more
<To Mr Julian [marg: 1679] [(in another hand:) `Ld Fakland’]>

Disgraced undone forlorn made Fortune’s sport VAd43*62 (pp. 183-4)
Next to your self by God I will be king
<A letter from the Duke of Monmouth to the king [`G—d’ in MS]>

Ungrateful boy I will not call thee son VAd43*63 (pp. 184-5)
God’s blood I’ll send you to the rout below
<The king’s answer [`G—ds’ in MS]>

Who’d be the man lewd libels to indite VAd43*64 (pp. 186-91)
Those few unblemished are not meant in this
<Satyr unmuzzled>

Is this the heavenly crown are these the joys VAd43*65 (pp. 191-5)
Oppressed with trophies of their victory
<Lord Stafford’s ghost>

The Londoner gent / To the king I present VAd43*66 (pp. 195-200)
Unless you all burn again burn again
<Upon his majesty’s being made free of the city>

It happened in the twilight of the day VAd43*67 (pp. 201-4)
Starts from his couch and bid the dame draw near
<Sir Edmond Bury Godfryes ghost>

Would you send Kate to Portugal VAd43*68 (pp. 204-6)
And once more make Charles king again / This is the time
<Queries>

I would be glad to see Kate going VAd43*69 (pp. 206-8)
And use plain dealing clear as water / At all times
<The answer [not listed separately in Table]>

Methinks I see you newly risen VAd43*70 (pp. 208-11)
The reigns of government will break
<To the Duchess of Portsmouth>

How our good king does papists hate VAd43*71 (pp. 211-14)
Yet bear the Littletons in mind
<Satyr>

The rabble hates the gentry fear VAd43*72 (pp. 214-15)
And thou the lumpish log
<Satyr [also #23] [not in V90]>

Curse on those critics innocent and vain VAd43*73 (pp. 215-19)
But some are fools enough to take their own
<A satyr on the court ladies [also #129]>

Young gallants of the town leave your whoring I pray VAd43*74 (pp. 219-21)
Poor girl she was like to have quite lost her nose
<Another on the ladies [not in Table]>

Old Wainscot was i’th’ right with a hey with a hey VAd43*75 (pp. 221-3)
For a daughter of the godly / With a hey trony nony nony no
<Some nonsense. To the tune of The Magpies [`Wainscoat’ in MS] [in V90 index only]>

Too long the wise Commons have been in debate VAd43*76 (pp. 223-4)
Must be damned in a cup of unworthy receivers
<Essay>

The bards of old who were inspired with wit VAd43*77 (pp. 224-9)
Proves but a little pretty witty wanton jest
<A panegyric, upon a ball by Sir W. T. to Mrs L. But Mrs S. made the appearing queen [`Birds’ for `bards’ in MS]>

No longer blame those on the banks of Nile VAd43*78 (pp. 229-30)
If you ne’er seek me out I’ll think you wise
<A riddle [not in V90]>

‘Tis not dear sir the least ambitious aim VAd43*79 (pp. 231-3)
The law not more of serpent has than dove
<To his worthy friend on his version of Hugo Grotius of the truth of Christian religion into English verse. Ubi quid datur oti— / Illudo chartis, hoc est mediocribus illis / Ex vitiis unum. Hor Serm: lib. 1 Sat. 4 [`A. M.’]>

At five this morning when Phoebus raised his head VAd43*80 (pp. 234-40)
Did seem to me by much the wiser creature
<Tunbridge Wells>

When rebels first pushed at the crown VAd43*81 (p. 241)
Since the king enjoys his own again
<Catch [`Ld Buckhurst’]>

Son of a whore God damn you can you tell VAd43*82 (pp. 241-2)
The readiest way my lord’s by Rochester
<Verses to the post boy>

‘Twas when the sable mantle of the night VAd43*83 (pp. 242-3)
I felt my belly wet and slept again
<A dream [`Ld Rochester’]>

Base mettled hanger by thy master’s thigh VAd43*84 (p. 243)
Or I’ll ne’er draw thee but against a post
<One writing against his p[ri]ck [`Rochester’]>

A knight delights in deeds of arms VAd43*85 (p. 244)
Keep the first letters of these lines and guess
<Song [acrostic `APRICK’]>

At the sight of my Phillis from ev’ry part VAd43*86 (pp. 244-5)
To live sober all day and chaste all the night
<Song>

Bless me you stars for sure some sad portent VAd43*87 (pp. 245-6)
And crammed it in dull dog it could not stand
<Song [`Rochester’]>

Give me ye gods each day an active whore VAd43*88 (p. 246)
But the dull temperate fool is always dead
<Song [`Tho: Fothergill’]>

I once was a dotard which wrought me much evil VAd43*89 (p. 247)
Keep their feet mount their tails and away
<Song>

Deep in an unctuous vale ‘twixt swelling hills VAd43*90 (pp. 248-54)
If poor cunt did not master thee
<Iter occidentale or The wonders of warm waters [in margin: 1674] [`Sir Francis Fane’] [`C—t’ in MS]>

I’d had an easy dose of wine o’er night VAd43*91 (pp. 255-61)
Before the joys of life or ought that’s here admired
<The vision>

He that would learn to fence for his life VAd43*92 (pp. 261-2)
And all day he consults with a stinking close stool
<The Statesman Academy. Erected in the Tower of London at the proper cost and charge of the House of Peers for the better and more sure education of their hopeful children, where at present inhabit four of the best masters of their time in Europe [4 stanzas, one each on Buckingham, Salisbury, Shaftesbury and Wharton]>

She was so exquisite a whore VAd43*93 (pp. 262-3)
She frigged his pintle in her mother’s womb
<On the Duchess of Cleveland [`Duke of Buckingham’]>

Of civil dudgeon many a bard VAd43*94 (pp. 263-70)
Betwixt the white staff knight and lady of th’ red nose
<The quarrel between Frank and Nan. The argument. Nan and Frank two quondam friends…>

Welcome great prince unto this land VAd43*95 (pp. 270-2)
To all that spring from royal blood
<To the Prince of Orange [in margin: 1677]>

Here’s a house to be let / For Charles Stuart swore VAd43*96 (p. 273)
But paid for’t at last
<The Parliament House to be let [in margin: 1678/9]>

Preserved by wonder in the oak O Charles VAd43*97 (pp. 273-7)
But now I think on’t I have said enough
<Satyr. Mr Lacy>

Though royal sir your every act does show VAd43*98 (pp. 277-8)
None of our flatterers love us half so well
<On the prorogation January 26. 1678>

Hadst thou but lived in Cleopatra’s age VAd43*99 (p. 278)
That all the world for love had been well lost
<On the Duchess of Portsmouth’s picture. By John Dryden>

Here lies thy urn O what a little blow VAd43*100 (pp. 278-80)
How much thou’st wronged thy maker and mankind
<A meditation over the Duke of Buck[ingham]’s grave [not in Table]>

Enjoy thy bondage make thy prison know VAd43*101 (pp. 280-1)
Stout Felton England’s ransom here doth lie
<To Felton in the Tower>

When Henry’s fury first grew tame VAd43*102 (pp. 281-5)
As they go on we shall proceed
<In imitation of the part of Hudibras>

Sir / ‘Twas Sarsfield Parsons and Mun Sherman’s wit VAd43*103 (pp. 285-6)
She locks up Skipwith in her dressing box
<Letter>

Thou doting fond besotted amorous fool VAd43*104 (pp. 286-9)
‘Tis better be a vassal in Algier
<Satyr against love and women>

From the deep vaulted den of endless night VAd43*105 (pp. 289-93)
Souls damned to night must never view the day
<Rochester’s ghost addressing himself to the secretary of the muses>

You good men of Middlesex countrymen dear VAd43*106 (pp. 294-5)
Till thou soften his heart and open his ear
<A ballad on Sir Robert Peyton>

As when proud Lucifer aimed at a throne VAd43*107 (pp. 295-7)
For though his pride’s as great his cunning’s less
<The parallel>

As Colon drove his sheep along VAd43*108 (pp. 297-302)
Blither girls than any there
<A satyr on several women. 1679 [`Buckhurst’]>

Well then ’tis true wheresoe’er princes move VAd43*109 (pp. 303-4)
The treacherous brat squall out its mother’s name
<Litchfield thais>

Muse let us change our style and live in peace VAd43*110 (pp. 304-9)
And peevish Jack will never write again
<Utile dulce>

Of all the plagues with which this world abounds VAd43*111 (pp. 309-12)
The counsel’s good believe and take it
<An essay of scandal [`Councils’ in MS]>

Stamford’s countess led the van VAd43*112 (pp. 312-17)
Moll adieu you’ve lost your squire
<The ladies march>

Of a great heroine I mean to tell VAd43*113 (pp. 317-20)
She who no equal has must be alone
<A panegyric on Nelly>

I sing the story of a scoundrel lass VAd43*114 (pp. 320-6)
To meet the prince she had so often fopped
<The lady of pleasure: or The life of Nelly truly shown / From Hop Gard’n cellar, to the throne, / Till into th’ grave she tumbled down>

‘Twas a foolish fancy Jemmy VAd43*115 (pp. 327-9)
With a list of all your creatures
<A letter from Sir Roger Martin to the Duke of Monmouth. To the tune of Have at thy coat old woman [`Jammy’ corr in MS]>

Leave off your ogling Francis VAd43*116 (pp. 329-31)
And servant Roger Martin
<Advice or An heroic epistle to Mr Fra[ncis] Villiers. To an excellent new tune, called A health to Betty>

Our monarch’s whore from France is come VAd43*117 (pp. 331-3)
And set his duchess right
<Portsmouth’s return>

Happy great prince and so much happier thou VAd43*118 (pp. 333-40)
And ‘midst a glorious heap of burning cunts expire
<Sardanapalus ode. By Oldham [marginal note (partly lost in binding): `Strato. … and …mens Alex …mat 62′; there are further marginal references to Augstine, Orosius, Suidas, Atheneus] [`C—ts’ in MS]>

Though teaching thy peculiar business be VAd43*119 (pp. 340-[1])
no ll
<To the author of Sardanapalus: upon that, and his other writings [first 8 lines only, pp. 341–4 excised] [in V90 index only]>

[Sure there are some that with me see the state] VAd43*120 (pp. [341]-[?342])
no ll
<The impartial trimmer [work lost, title and page number listed in Table only]>

[The freeborn English generous and wise] VAd43*121 (pp. [343]-[344])
no ll
<An allusion. Tacitus. de vita Agricolæ [work lost, title etc. listed in Table only]>

After that sort of academic wit VAd43*122 (pp. 345-7)
Like mighty muses there inspiring it
<Mr Smalewood’s verses to the ladies when he was prevaricator. Coll Trin. 1681 [`Jacobus Smalewood’]>

To the ladies whom we hope to find VAd43*123 (pp. 347-8)
And those that have ne’er wish that you had none
<Mr Amhurst’s speech to the ladies concluding the commencement. 1681 [marginal note: `…ll …gale’]>

Ev’n joined in one the good the fair the great VAd43*124 (pp. 348-9)
Thinks well rewarded in so fair a wife
<Verses that were spoken by Mr George Greenvile nobleman of Trin[ity] Coll[ege] to her royal highness the duchess, when she went down to see the erected library [marg: Oct 1680]>

May it please your highness / How great and just a veneration VAd43*125 (pp. 349-52)
your royal highness was never so magnificently received as in Kings College by Knightly Chetwood
<This speech was presented to the Duchess of York when she was in Kings College chapel by Knightly Chetwood, fellow of Kings College [marg: Sept 1680] [prose text]>

From sawing the crown ‘twixt fanatics and friars VAd43*126 (pp. 352-5)
From a representative monster that is all over rump / Libera nos domine
<The loyal subjects’ litany. 1681>

When plate was at pawn and fob at an ebb VAd43*127 (pp. 355-8)
And still in their language quake Vive le roy
<Royal resolutions>

Methinks I see our mighty monarch stand VAd43*128 (pp. 358-60)
To make way for the son to bring a whore
<Flat Foot the gudgeon taker>

Curse on those critics ignorant and vain VAd43*129 (pp. 360-4)
You may not only kiss but kiss your friend
<Satyr on the court ladies [marg. 1680] [also #73] [not in V90]>

Since every foolish coxcomb thinks it fit VAd43*130 (pp. 364-8)
Didapping Wharton bears the bays away
<Answer to the satyr on the court ladies [marg: 1680]>

Much has been said of strumpets of yore VAd43*131 (pp. 369-71)
And ask the fair creature herself if ’tis true / Which I’m certain she won’t deny
<An historical ballad>

Come all you youths that yet are free VAd43*132 (pp. 371-6)
Like Arundel and Gray
<A ballad: to the tune of Cheviot Chase, or When as King Henry ruled this land etc>

<The scribe has numbered page 375 as 376 in error, with the result that even-numbered pages now fall on rectos. This persists until p. 497>

I who from drinking ne’er could spare an hour VAd43*133 (pp. 376-85)
Libel attend all those who wrong their fames
<Quem natura negat facit indignatia versum. Qualem cunque potest>

Not thicker are the stars i’th’ milky way VAd43*134 (pp. 385-92)
For it damns more and therefore must be the worst
<The survey>

You scribblers that write still of widows and maids VAd43*135 (pp. 392-5)
If everyone’s wife should turn honest again
<The Lady Frechevile’s Song of the wives. To the tune of Four able physicians are come to town>

Hear me dull prostitute worse than my wife VAd43*136 (pp. 395-407)
While thy vile heroes to their pardons run
<Satyr. To his muse. By the author of Absalom and Achitophell. Quo liciat libris non licet ire mihi, / Turpiter huc illuc ingeniosus eo [`Mr Sommers’]>

If Sulla’s ghost made bloody Catiline start VAd43*137 (pp. 407-10)
Send Doctor Burnet to me or I die
<Mrs Nelly’s complaint [`Sylla’ and `Cataline’ in MS]>

Since satyr is the only thing that’s writ VAd43*138 (pp. 411-413)
To make good Poet Paunch’s prophecy
<Satyr undisguised>

When noble Prince George / Was certainly come VAd43*139 (pp. 413-15)
Come buss and be friends then
<The welcome>

While I in the camp / Was playing my part VAd43*140 (pp. 415-17)
No period find
<A translation of a dialogue between G. and A. [`George & Nan’ in Table]>

In vain the fulsome errors of the age VAd43*141 (pp. 417-25)
Thou yet hast stock enough thy self to trade
<Satyr on both Whigs and Tories>

The censuring world perhaps may not esteem VAd43*142 (pp. 425-31)
I value not your malice nor your curse
<Satyr on the players>

Add all to man that man’s perfection makes VAd43*143 (pp. 431-2)
Were you O were you like him in your love
<To Doraliza, on her being so like my Lord Dorset [`Dorazila’ in Table]>

You Whigs and you Tories you trimmers and all VAd43*144 (pp. 432-5)
Than thus to have lived to set father ‘gainst son
<Evidence Mall. Or a merry new ballad to a sad old tune called Packington’s Pound>

This trick of trimming is a fine thing VAd43*145 (pp. 435-7)
Monmouth cuts a caper, Sidney lets a fart
<The cushion dance at court. To the tune of John Sanderson. Enter Jeffry Aylworth, followed by the k[ing] and d[uke] hand in hand>

There’s Sunderland the Tory VAd43*146 (pp. 437-41)
And burn her as they did the Rump a
<A ballad. To the tune of Sir Roger Martin>

From whence was first this fury hurled VAd43*147 (pp. 441-2)
And raging as the northern wind
<The first chorus of jealousy>

In what esteem did the gods hold VAd43*148 (pp. 442-3)
Than her false echo in the ear
<The second chorus of female honour betrayed [not listed separately in the Table]>

Stop the chafed boar or play VAd43*149 (pp. 443-4)
Love of a consumption dies
<The third chorus of the separation of lovers [not listed separately in the Table]>

By what power was love confined VAd43*150 (pp. 444-5)
Without a rival monarch of the breast
<The last chorus of the incommunicability of love [not listed separately in the Table]>

Madam / I come ten thousand thanks to pay VAd43*151 (pp. 445-9)
In only saying that he pleases you
<A satyr. To a lady of quality, who commanded me to read Boileau’s poems>

What words what sense what night-piece can express VAd43*152 (pp. 449-52)
And brought three kingdoms to his master’s laws
<Upon the penitent death of the Earl of Rochester. By Sir Fra[ncis] Fane>

Send forth dear Julian all thy books VAd43*153 (pp. 452-6)
And every night I’ll sit and write / Then hey boys up go we
<Satyr to Julian>

The youth was belov’d in the spring of his life VAd43*154 (pp. 456-61)
Than thus to be hanged for cutting a purse
<A gentle ballad called Lamentable Lory. To the tune of Youth, youth etc>

Thy groans dear Armstrong which the world employ VAd43*155 (pp. 462-3)
For they’re reserved by thunder to be slain
<On the death of Sir Tho[mas] Armstrong who was executed at Tyburn June 20th 1684 [marginal note: `The author supposed to be John Ayloff esquire who was hanged at the Temple gate Oct. 30th 1685′]>

Here lies a creature of indulgent fate VAd43*156 (p. 464)
By his preposterous translation
<An epitaph on Lamentable Lory. Dryden>

Big with the thoughts of pleasure down I came VAd43*157 (pp. 464-8)
Whose humours are as crooked as Miss Scot
<Tunbridge lampoon. Sept 1683>

Tunbridge which once has been the happy seat VAd43*158 (pp. 468-76)
When I their grosser vices might deride
<News from Tunbridge. 1684>

A long preludium where’s the matters full VAd43*159 (pp. 476-79)
You may ere long expect what is behind
<Tunbridge remarks. 1684>

She that designs to make a virtuous wife VAd43*160 (pp. 479-80)
While t’other splits on rocks of pox and shame
<Advice to the ladies>

Damn that opinion which will not allow VAd43*161 (pp. 480-2)
As could not with their freedom be content
<A satyr against matrimony>

Mine and the poet’s plague consume you all VAd43*162 (pp. 482-4)
And safer far by pimping get my bread
<Julian’s farewell to the muses>

What can be the mystery why Charing Cross VAd43*163 (pp. 484-6)
To behold every day such a court such a son
<On the statue at Charing Cross>

Dear friend I fain would try once more VAd43*164 (pp. 487-92)
Matter much more ridiculous
<A letter to Julian from Tunbridge>

Here take this Warcup spread it up and down VAd43*165 (pp. 493-8)
With horns instead of bays the hero crowned
<To Captain Warcup>

<There is no page number 496, so that even-numbered pages are now restored to rectos. Most of page 498 is left blank>

‘Tis true that I have lately seen VAd43*166 (pp. 499-503)
To be a lover hero or a friend
<The answer to the poem to Captain Warcup>

Apollo concerned to see the transgressions VAd43*167 (pp. 503-10)
And leave ’em together by th’ears for the bays
<A ballad, called A session of poets. To the tune of Cook Laurell>

Intelligence was brought the court being sat VAd43*167.1 (pp. 510-12)
Because they alone made their plays to go off
<The second part to the same tune. With authors of poems, satyrs and plays etc [not listed separately in Table; stanza numbering continues]>

Bawds fiddlers whores buffoons o’th’age VAd43*168 (pp. 512-24)
Smirk Darnel be my judge in this
<Hor Lib. 1. The second satyr>

I tell thee Dick where I have been VAd43*169 (pp. 525-32)
And I for them be shent
<The Chequer Inn. Or a pleasant new ballad to the tune of, I tell thee Dick>

Good people and please you give ear unto me VAd43*170 (pp. 532-6)
And no man ere heard of them since or before / The truth of my story [etc]
<A narrative of the Popish Plot. Shewing their subtle contrivances with a singular providence to the nation in discovering the same. To the confusion of popery, and the great comfort of all true Protestants. To the tune of Packington’s Pound [Begins with the 6-line `Argument’: `Now Sir Godfrey’s killed his body th[e]y hide…’]>

The plot being so suddenly contrived as you hear VAd43*170.1 (pp. 537-41)
We have witnesses ready to swear it all out
<Second part [of the Narrative of the Popish Plot] [Begins with a 6-line `Argument’: `Of arms underground for horse and for foot’] [not listed separately in Table]>

I’ve heard the muses were still soft and kind VAd43*171 (pp. 541-3)
Blast great Apollo with perpetual shame
<Advice to Apollo>

To make myself for state employment fit VAd43*172 (pp. 544-5)
None can so well instruct as my Lord Mohun
<Directions for a minister of state. (E. R.)>

The heaven drinks every day a cup VAd43*173 (p. 545)
But too much drink shall make me first
<Anacreontic. By E. Rochester [not in V90]>

As in those nations where they yet adore VAd43*174 (p. 546)
And beauty’s a disease when ’tis not kind
<To a scornful beauty [not in V90]>

‘Tis the Arabian bird alone VAd43*175 (p. 547)
They would like doves and sparrows do
<The encouragement [in V90 index only]>

In all humility we crave VAd43*176 (p. 547)
The greatest prince in Christendom
<The Commons’ petition to the king. (E R:)>

Charles at this time having no need VAd43*176.1 (p. 547)
Thanks you as much as if he did
<The king’s answer [as sub-heading] [not listed separately in Table]>

‘Tis said when George did dragon slay VAd43*177 (pp. 547-50)
We’ll throw up caps and once more holloa
<A Westminster wedding or The town mouth>

The grave House of Commons by hook or by crook VAd43*178 (pp. 551-2)
But to throw out the bishops that threw out the bill
<Satyr>

We your majesty’s most loyal and dutiful subjects the ladies of pleasure VAd43*179 (pp. 552-4)
the errors the addressing lawyers ran into of presenting it in unwarrantable numbers
<The humble address of the ladies of pleasure [prose text] [not in V90]>

To honourable court there lately came VAd43*180 (pp. 554-6)
We’ll win him with goodness or awe him with fear / Which nobody can deny
<A ballad (on Sir W[illia]m Clifton)>

One whole piece of the Duchess of Cleveland’s honesty VAd43*181 (pp. 556-9)
3000 lb [per] dozen bottles of canary a piece to advance upon occasion
<At the Royal Coffee House at Charing Crosse are these following goods to be sold in small lots. March 20th 1680 [prose list] [not in V90]>

Whereas there is in this kingdom three thousand and odd priests VAd43*181.1 (pp. 559-60)
valued at 5 guineas a box to advance 3 shankers each bidding
<Advertisement [prose text] [not in V90; not listed separately in Table]>

Of villains rebels cuckolds pimps and spies VAd43*182 (pp. 560-5)
Nor Nell so much inverted nature spewed
<A new satyr. 1681>

From the lawless dominion of mitre and crown VAd43*183 (pp. 565-8)
From the king of France and the French King / [Libera nos domine]
<A litany 1681>

Pray pardon me John Bayes if by your excuse VAd43*184 (pp. 568-71)
I hate knaves in it but I love the gown well
<The assembly of the moderate divines. 1682>

This way of writing I observed by some VAd43*185 (pp. 571-3)
All living creatures fuck except the king
<Satyr. 1682 [`F—ck’ in MS]>

To Tunbridge I went VAd43*186 (pp. 573-4)
Should be happy with fine Mrs Mary
<A ballad from Tunbridge 1682>

Dorset no gentle nymph can find VAd43*187 (p. 575)
For she’ll have Moll no more
<Dorset’s lamentation for Mall Howard’s absence>

After thinking this fortnight of Whig and of Tory VAd43*188 (pp. 575-6)
The fools might be Whigs none but knaves should be Tories
<My opinion>

But why this fury all that e’er was writ VAd43*189 (pp. 576-83)
Houses blown up have stopped a fire’s course
<A satyr. Ignis ignibus extinguitur>

Stout Hannibal before he came to age VAd43*190 (pp. 583-5)
Then up go we when wit and sense go down
<The Oxford alderman’s speech to the Duke of Monmouth>

A countess of fame VAd43*191 (pp. 585-9)
His bed should to Bridges be common
<Satyr in its own colours. (1682)>

Since revelling ballet and masquerade VAd43*192 (pp. 589-93)
They are not worth the reaching in my verse
<The revels. (1682/3) [`Reeching’ in MS]>

Aid me Bellona what strange news is this VAd43*193 (pp. 593-6)
The plague of plagues the devil pox ’em all
<Satyr. Aid me Bellona (1683)>

Of all the sots with which the nation’s cursed VAd43*194 (pp. 596-601)
‘Tis better live a fop than die a fool
<The present state of matrimony>

First the sweet speaker Will Williams I saw VAd43*195 (pp. 601-3)
But against them Catch always has good equity
<Satyr on the Whiggish lawyers. (1683) [`Wi:’ for `Will’ in MS]>

For Warwick she keeps two stallions in pay VAd43*196 (pp. 603-6)
Who from his high throne was unpitied flung down / Which nobody can deny
<Lampoon on several ladies (1683)>

Come Celia let’s agree at last VAd43*197 (pp. 606-7)
It never is too late
<The Lord Shrewsbury to the La[dy] Ar[un]del>

If Aphra’s worth were needful to be shown VAd43*198 (pp. 607-9)
And what thou canst not comprehend admire
<The female laureate>

From deepest dungeon of eternal night VAd43*199 (pp. 609-12)
If you believe seducers more than me
<The ghost of the old House of Commons to the new one appointed to meet at Oxon.>

Since the united cunning of the stage VAd43*200 (pp. 612-18)
And praise what Durfey not translating writ
<Odi imitatores servum pecus etc. 1685>

Too long we have troubled the court and the town VAd43*201 (pp. 618-19)
And come out more a blockhead than e’er he went in
<The compleat fop. 1685 [`er’e’ in MS; could be read as `ere’]>

Alas I now am weary grown VAd43*202 (pp. 619-20)
They’ll lose their honour too
<Norf[olk’]s fall. (1685)>

Let equipage and dress despair VAd43*203 (pp. 620-2)
Be minding an alpue
<A song on Basset. (1685)>

No longer may the English nation boast VAd43*204 (pp. 622-3)
Who to be cuckold gave himself the horns
<Scotch lampoon>

But that ’tis dangerous for man to be VAd43*205 (pp. 623-5)
The traveller must stop or lose his way
<To the memory of Mr John Oldham>

While there is a monkey or buffoon VAd43*206 (pp. 625-30)
But ’tis not worth our time to trace / Them further
<The bagnio scuffle. (1685)>

Hail well returned triumphant day VAd43*207 (pp. 631-2)
Whose very enemies’ malice makes it more secure
<A song of Dr Sprat’s on the king’s birthday>

Each man has private cares enough VAd43*208 (pp. 632-5)
Without th’assistance poets give
<To the happy memory of our late sovereign lord, King Charles the second>

Great sir / If anything that miracle can do VAd43*209 (pp. 636-7)
‘Twill ne’er be done unless ’tis done by you
<To his present sacred majesty>

Dear Julian having missed thee a long time VAd43*210 (pp. 637-8)
That was the author of the Irish jig
<An epistle to Mr Robert Julian in prison>

Our rebel party of late VAd43*211 (pp. 639-42)
And Whigs shall merrily sing
<A merry new ballad on Pr[ince] Perkin>

Of all the plagues mankind possess VAd43*212 (pp. 643-50)
Worn out of date have chilled my tired muse
<Madam Le Croy. 1686>

Fools must be meddling in matters of state VAd43*213 (pp. 650-5)
The apartment for swiving in the verge of Whitehall
<[no title] [First four lines are an introduction to 13 numbered stanzas] [In other sources title as `Satyr on the ladies of honour 1686′]>

Older and wiser has long a proverb been VAd43*214 (pp. 655-62)
It is much better than to fight the Turk
<On the officers in the camp. 1686>

The widows and maids / May now hold up their heads VAd43*215 (pp. 662-5)
To delight both my lord and my lady
<Ballad. To the old tune. Taking of snuff is the mode of the court>

Since love and verse as well as wine VAd43*216 (pp. 666-9)
When kiss[ed] and pressed in foreign arms
<Sir George Etheridge to the Earl of Middleton [not in V90]>

To you who live in chill degree VAd43*217 (pp. 669-72)
Has writ without a ten years’ warning
<A letter from Mr Dryden to Sir Geo[rge] Etheridge [pp. 670–1 missing on film – excised?] [not in V90]>

From haunting whores and haunting play VAd43*218 (pp. 672-4)
To all the ports she has designed
<Sir George Etheridge to the Earl of Middleton [not in V90]>

Since scandal flies thick VAd43*219 (pp. 674-80)
And to clear ’em as I have done these
<The vindication. First part [marg: 1686]>

Since you have forgot VAd43*220 (pp. 680-5)
The town has been cloyed with already
<The vindication. Second part>

If devout Pawlet Mary VAd43*221 (pp. 685-8)
She’ll be banished the sight of the king
<A new ballad. Truth needs no vindication. To the tune of, He got money by’t etc>

All ye that know men and for virgins would pass VAd43*222 (pp. 688-90)
By concealing a brat and a pox is undone
<The lady’s mistake or The physicians puzzle. To the tune of Ah youth, thou hadst better been starved at thy nurse etc. [marg: 1686]>

Well did the Fates guide this unlucky arm VAd43*223 (pp. 690-1)
He slew an atheist to preserve a fool
<The duel>

Now joy to the saints from the north and the west VAd43*224 (pp. 691-4)
Whom ev’ry knave may mount and may rule
<The western lawgiver. To the tune of Cook Laurel or The devil is dead>

Wretch whosoe’er thou art that long’st for praise VAd43*225 (pp. 694-700)
And warns his comrades to repent then dies
<Satyr on the poets>

Dear sweet Richards William VAd43*226 (pp. 700-1)
Who will come to your chamber as long as she hath shoes
<An epistle. From Mrs Mathews, to Will. Richards>

Tell me thou treasury of spite VAd43*227 (pp. 701-8)
Shall soon grow current coin with Long
<A letter to Julian>

Of Clinias’ and Damœtas’ sharper fight VAd43*228 (pp. 708-10)
For giant Bob like Will’s a dwarf of sense
<The duel [`Qui Bavium non odit amet tua carmina mevit’] [`Clineas’ and `Dametus’ in MS]>

Yes fickle Cambridge Perkin found it true VAd43*229 (pp. 711-12)
Of Sejanus’s statue made pots and brass kettles
<Upon the burning of the late Duke of Monmouth’s picture at Cambridge. (G. Stepney) Questiæ. An vulgus sequitur fortunam semper, et odit damnatos>

What art thou O thou new-found pain VAd43*230 (pp. 713-17)
To charming Paris yields her heart and bed
<The desire. A pindaric>

As I’m informed on Monday last you sat VAd43*231 (pp. 717-19)
Instead of fulsome arse use wholesome cunt
<Advice to Dr Oates not to be melancholy [`Ar—’ and `C—’ in MS] [in V90 index only]>

Hast thou at last that mother church too quitted VAd43*232 (pp. 719-22)
And have no hope of heav’n but his word
<A new address to Mr Bays on his late conversion to the Church of Rome>

What means the sun to rise with double light VAd43*233 (pp. 722-6)
So great a good was ne’er designed for less
<On the 25th of September being the queen’s birthday. By N: Brady of Ch[rist] Ch[urch]>

Tell me no more where you have been VAd43*234 (pp. 726-8)
May this be th’issue of their love
<On the marriage of the right honourable the Lady Anne Wilmot. By Placidia>

So comes the mighty Juno from above VAd43*235 (pp. 728-9)
Is both the entertainer and the feast
<Mr Sparks to the Duchess of Ormond at her reception into the Bishop of Oxon’s lodgings [`Bpp’ in MS]>

Whether we mortals love or no VAd43*236 (pp. 729-31)
Whilst yet for want of it the lovers die
<Upon love. In imitation of Cowley>

Marriage the greatest cheat that priesthood e’er contrived VAd43*237 (pp. 731-2)
To do with you a venial fault would be
<To a lady whom he refused to marry because he loved her. (Tho[mas] Brown of Ch[rist] Ch[urch]) [in V90 index only]>

How quickly are love’s pleasure[s] gone VAd43*238 (pp. 732-3)
As long as all the mighty round of vast eternity
<Song. By Tho[mas] Browne [in V90 index only]>

In these our pious times when writing plays VAd43*239 (pp. 733-5)
And the full-buttoned cullies still be kind
<An epilogue spoken to the university at Oxford by Mrs Cook>

Once how I doted on this jilting town VAd43*240 (pp. 736-41)
But all the mighty pother ends in punk
<The town life [marg: 1686]>

When lately King James whom our sovereign we call VAd43*241 (pp. 741-3)
‘Twill be well if their godliness turns to their gain
<The clerical cabal>

In dogg’rel rhymes we seldom use VAd43*242 (pp. 743-7)
Else swear our age wants wit as well as light
<The Practical Quaker, or The new lights. Lunæ minores … velut inter ignes. Hor:>

Simultates et privatas inimicitias VAd43*243 (p. 747)
Quam que per fidem accepi
<Depositum Sam: Oxon Episc: qui hoc elogio posteris innotescere voluit [marg: `Found in the Bp of Oxfords Closet writ in his own hand’] [Table has `Dr Parker’s Lodgings’] [not in V90]>

All private wranglings and intestine jars VAd43*243.1 (pp. 747-8)
My knowledge is no larger than my faith / Exit. There’s an end
<Englished thus [not listed separately in Table] [not in V90]>

Curs’d be those dull unpointed dogg’rel rhymes VAd43*244 (pp. 748-66)
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. 1 [marg: 1686/7] [marginal note to last line: `Ld Mountague Found her in Fact wth my Ld Rochester.’]>

Much wine had passed with much discourse VAd43*245 (pp. 766-8)
Cried candle’s out I’ll do’t and turned to whore
<The Rose Tavern Club. (1687)>

Williams thy tame submission suits thee more VAd43*246 (pp. 768-9)
If so then drawer light me down to shite
<On Sir Wi[lliam] Williams. Solicitor general (1687)>

Old Westminster the seat of kings whose law VAd43*247 (pp. 769-71)
But I must cease ’cause none can reach thy praise
<The entry (1687)>

Let Oliver now be forgotten VAd43*248 (pp. 771-3)
Of honest good liquor reel home
<Oliverus Redivivus. 1687>

When popular men do mount above their height VAd43*249 (p. 773)
Its grievances we daily do increase
<The crisis>

One Saturday night we sat late at the Rose VAd43*250 (pp. 774-7)
Perhaps there had hung our new envoy
<A view of the religions of the town or A Sunday morning’s ramble. (1687)>

Sheweth / That we your majesty’s poor slaves VAd43*251 (pp. 777-80)
The overplus of the saints merit
<To the king. The humble address of your majesty’s poet laureate, and others your Catholic and Protestant dissenting rhymers, with the rest of the fraternity of minor poets, inferior versifiers and sonneteers of the Corporation of Parnassus>

When the king leaves off Sedley and keeps to the queen VAd43*252 (pp. 780-2)
That out of this nation it might not run
<The prophecy. (1687)>

I sing of no heretic Turk or of Tartar VAd43*253 (pp. 782-4)
Than thus to be tossed in a blanket and drubbed
<Fumbumbis. Or The north country mayor. A ballad 1687 [marg: `Mayor of Scarborough Toss’d in a Blanket by Wosley’]>

Warmed with the pleasures which debauches yield VAd43*254 (pp. 784-8)
And just at five this morning found my lodging
<The last night’s ramble>

One night Saint Peter in a rage from Rome VAd43*255 (pp. 788-9)
Smithfield and faggot will be all your gains
<The scaffold work of St Paul’s>

The poets tell us idle tales to please us VAd43*256 (pp. 789-92)
And dogs and monarch both immortalize
<Upon K[ing] James’s pistolling a mastiff dog at Banbury in his progress>

A session of lovers was held t’other day VAd43*257 (pp. 792-805)
He had left being a man she would make him a beast
<The lovers’ session. 1687. In imitation of Sir John Suckling’s Session of Poets>

A session of ladies was held on the stage VAd43*258 (pp. 806-14)
Since the goddess had made so equal a choice
<The session of ladies>

The court was scarce up when the sluices broke in VAd43*259 (pp. 814-18)
To see the old beldam confirmed in her choice
<A supplement to The session of ladies>

You Catholic statesmen and churchmen rejoice VAd43*260 (pp. 819-21)
For if this trick fail then beware of your jackets
<The miracle. How the Duchess of Modena, being in heaven, prayed the Blessed Virgin that the queen might have a son; and how our Lady sent the Angel Gabriel with her smock, upon which the queen proved with child. To the tune of Youth youth etc [marg: 1688/9]>

The talk up and down / In country and town VAd43*261 (pp. 821-6)
And faith I think not sooner
<The statesman’s almanac. August 1688. Being an excellent new ballad, in which the qualities of each month are considered, whereby it appears that a parliament cannot meet in any of the old months, with a proposal for mending the calendar. Humbly offered to the packers of the next parliament. To the tune of Cold and raw the north did blow. Prologue>

Here lies an old worthy of what but the gallows VAd43*262 (pp. 826-7)
The other the gates of his head and each quarter
<Epitaph on Mr Allibone late titular judge>

Son Petres / Yours I received by th’infernal post VAd43*263 (pp. 828-30)
Given at our court and signed per me / The devil
<A letter from the devil to Father Petre>

Of famous nuptials now we’ll sing VAd43*264 (pp. 831-7)
Which we refer to great Nassaw
<On three late marriages. 1688>

An invasion from Dutchland is all the discourse VAd43*265 (pp. 837-8)
On condition that you may depart with your lives
<All shams. 1688>

The year of wonders now is come VAd43*266 (pp. 839-40)
Till Lewis does complete the jest
<Advice to the P[rince] of Orange>

When James our great monarch so wise and discreet VAd43*267 (pp. 840-1)
That the bishops the bishops should throw out the bill
<The voyage to Chatham. (1688)>

Did you hear of the news an invisible fleet VAd43*268 (p. 842)
For a parliament sunk and six regiments raised
<The invasion. 1688>

A thief that bravely bears away his prize VAd43*269 (p. 842)
Let Heer van Brush or Tyburn be his doom
<Made upon the Lord Chancellor when he carried the charter home>


The order of items is identical to V90 except where indicated (VAd43 has some extra items, some of which are listed in V90‘s index but not entered in the MS, and generally tends to be more expansive with its title information).