Yale University Library, Beinecke Library, Osborn MS b 111 (Yo11)

A collection of mainly Jacobite verse. On verso of frontispiece: `T.A.W.L. Strange’ (in same hand as rest of MS). Quarto MS bound in red morocco with royal arms (of James II). Formerly property of Sir Thomas Strange, secretary to the Young Pretender.

title-page: `A Collection of Loyal Poems Satyrs and Lampoons’

<Table of Contents – which gives the number of lines of each work!>

Adieu false Britons false to your vows adieu Yo11*1 (pp. 1-8)
Is guilty of the ten and breaks them all
<His majesty’s royal farewell to England. A pindaric>

Eternal mind by whose most just commands Yo11*2 (pp. 9-[15])
<King James’s sufferings described by himself. A pindaric [pp. 14-15 missing, text ends after stanza V]>

This mystic knot includes two royal names Yo11*3 (p. 16)
Laurels on one palms on the others wait
<On a cypher of King James and King Lewis>

Primus ab Angliacis Hibernas qui petit oras Yo11*4 (pp. 17-20)
Intersis populo nil nisi læta ferens
<In serenissimi regis Jacobi Secundi exilium [much of it borrowed from Virgil]>

This day our prince our rising sun Yo11*5 (p. 21)
This shall be our thanksgiving day
<On the Prince of Wales’ first anniversary>

Go gold aspiring muse Yo11*6 (pp. 22-32)
Good as his father is but far more fortunate
<On the birth of the princess. A pindaric. July 15th 1692>

Here’s a health to the king whom the crown does belong to Yo11*7 (pp. 33-4)
And then ’twill be better for me and for you boys
<The loyal bumper being a health to the king etc>

To a king and no king an uncle and father Yo11*8 (p. 35)
A health to my landlord his wife and his son Sir
<The royal health>

To our monarch’s return Yo11*9 (p. 36)
Then both are at home
<A health to the king’s return>

Come brave boys now let us sing Yo11*10 (p. 37)
To the joy of all the nation
<A health to the king’s restoration>

Here a health to the king about let it pass Yo11*11 (p. 38)
And he’s but a fop who asks which king I mean
<A health to the king in dialogue>

Here’s a health to the king to the king that prevails Yo11*12 (p. 39)
They’ll over a bottle compose new thanksgivings
<A true swearing parson’s health>

Let knaves dispute the rights of kings Yo11*13 (p. 40)
And drank good claret still
<A bacchanalian health>

In spite of the Dutch Yo11*14 (p. 41)
I wish he may never drink wine
<A loyal health>

Up up wronged James’s friends what can you be Yo11*15 (p. 42)
Take heed bold stars you set the world on fire
<Now or never>

Now let proud Albion cease to mourn Yo11*16 (p. 43)
Nor shall when these rebels are dead
<Albion’s glory reversed>

Welcome great princess to this lovely place Yo11*17 (p. 44)
Shall be the subject of all our loyal prayers
<The bellman to the Princess Ann>

What shall I do or what shall I say Yo11*18 (pp. 45-7)
Till the king enjoys his own again
<A song to the tune of The king shall enjoy his own again>

Brave Englishmen once now base cowards esteemed Yo11*19 (p. 48)
But we’ll bring back King James again
<A loyal Jacobean song>

May England see her errors ere too late Yo11*20 (pp. 49-50)
And end their lives by halters suffocation
<A loyal wish>

Let Mary live long Yo11*21 (pp. 51-2)
His majesty greet
<The loyal subjects’ wish>

Albion where’s thy champions gone Yo11*22 (pp. 53-4)
Be crowned and endless be his days
<The female heroine or the loyal fair one’s noble resolution>

Were I to cure the nation’s fears Yo11*23 (p. 55)
But still reign monarch here
<The loyal reformer>

How easy our minutes whilst our conscience is clear Yo11*24 (p. 56)
And who should protect him but the powers of heaven
<The Jacobite club>

Come on come on brave Irish boys Yo11*25 (pp. 57-8)
That the king shall enjoy his own again
<The Irish resolution>

Old Jemmy is a lad Yo11*26 (pp. 59-61)
Old Jemmy’ll come again
<Old Jemmy. January 5th. 1692>

Let’s toss up our bonnets my Sanny Yo11*27 (p. 62)
His kingdoms again
<A loyal Scotch song>

We have a king but he is gone Yo11*28 (p. 63)
This realm to ruinate
<Tempora mutantur>

Let England bewail Yo11*29 (p. 64)
Till once more till once more in his throne we’ve replaced him
<The wish>

When shall we see old England wise again sir Yo11*30 (pp. 65-7)
‘Tis drawing on then let it come we’ll pull and drink away
<One and thirty loyal queries>

What is termed popery to depose a king Yo11*31 (p. 68)
‘Tis a French subject or God save the king
<Interrogatories or a dialogue between Whig and Tory>

Beat on proud billows Boreas blow Yo11*32 (pp. 69-72)
Disgrace to rebels glory to my king
<The confinement by Sir R. L. S. [stanza form from Dowland. Not in DNB]>

All in amaze at what is done I stood Yo11*33 (pp. 73-4)
Lord keep me steadfast for my trust’s in thee
<The layman’s resolution>

‘Tis not the threats of an enraged mob Yo11*34 (p. 75)
And triumph o’er th’intrigues of factions men
<The resolution>

Some men there are that swear and whore and rant Yo11*35 (p. 76)
And only has one fault he’s too too kind
<The royalist>

Why sits my gentle Thirsis thus forlorn Yo11*36 (pp. 77-9)
And be attended with Cassandra’s fate
<A pastoral. September 9th. 1691 [dialogue between Strephon and Thirsis]>

A choir of beauties in spring did appear Yo11*37 (p. 80)
When Pan and his son and fair Syrinx return
<May Day>

Deel faw mine ey’ne Yo11*38 (p. 81)
As the stout bonny Scot teuk the Tartar
<A new Scotch whim>

Deel confoond each senseless loon Yo11*39 (p. 82)
Who pulls doon the father to set up the son
<A Scotch song>

O Scotland lament the loss of thy friend Yo11*40 (pp. 83-4)
‘Cause Great Dundee is safe under ground
<Bonny Dundee>

Ecce libens morior sed frustra infamia ligni Yo11*41 (p. 85)
Res non ad restim me moriente redit
<In Johannem Ashton>

Thus death in all its gloomy pomp I see Yo11*42 (p. 86)
Nor is the cause the worse when I am gone
<The same in English>

Ashton found guilty surely ‘t cannot be Yo11*43 (pp. 87-8)
Ashton a crown a crown of glory gains
<On Mr Ashton’s being condemned>

Where are the muses are there none to tell Yo11*44 (pp. 89-91)
In praises of a just and lawful king
<An elegy on Mr Ashton March 7th. 1690>

Let all the muses now assist my quill Yo11*45 (p. 92)
He wears a crown of immortality
<On Mr Ashton>

He’s gone alas the mighty man is dead Yo11*46 (pp. 93-9)
Who fell thy king and country’s sacrifice
<A funeral pindaric ode to the memory of the truly loyal Mr John Ashton. / Quando ullum invenient parem? / Multis ille bonis flebilis occidit: Horace lib: 1. Ode. 24>

Behold the man whose blood was rudely spilt Yo11*47 (p. 100)
For none lived better none so bravely fell
<Written under Mr Ashton’s picture>

Peace mourning friend forebear to weep for him Yo11*48 (pp. 101-4)
Than all the instances of grief before
<An elegy on the death of Dr John Lake late Lord Bishop of Chichester who departed this life. August 30th. 1689>

Hail ye mighty seven our church’s chief glory Yo11*49 (pp. 105-7)
Who the impudence had to call themselves Christians
<On the seven bishops>

True Englishmen drink a good health to the mitre Yo11*50 (p. 108)
As stout as our martyrs and as just as our laws
<A new catch in praise of the bishops>

Upon the pleasant famous river’s side Yo11*51 (pp. 109-11)
O lord of hosts forever don’t forget
<The parable of the dove and the harpy>

Come White prepare to ‘grave that man once more Yo11*52 (pp. 112-13)
Who’s been of ev’ry side but true to none
<Advice to Mr White June 4th 1691>

The miracle’s done Yo11*53 (pp. 114-15)
If religion proves worth a year’s purchase
<A song on the new bishops [date of poem 1691]>

Infamous priest that dar’st profane the place Yo11*54 (p. 116)
Near’st him in suff’ring and next him in bliss
<An acrostic on John Tillotson>

Welcome ye noble souls from the base seat Yo11*55 (p. 117)
With oaths and the plain truth itself defy
<On the non-jurors in Norfolk>

To a rebellious house I’m sent from far Yo11*56 (p. 118)
Have rent and torn the rebels’ hearts asunder
<The curate of Wickware>

In hopes of speedy resurrection Yo11*57 (p. 119)
Was anti-Christian self-denial
<An epitaph on passive obedience executed for high treason against our sovereign lords the people by virtue of a sentence from the bishops and inferior clergy [`Aged 1688 years. Died An Dom. 1689′]>

Hic iacet ecclesia anglicana Yo11*58 (p. 120)
Est ethnicus et publicanus
<Epitaphium ecclesiæ anglicanæ [`Anno domine 1690′]>

Half dead the Church of England lies Yo11*59 (p. 121)
The banner of Christ crucified
<An epitaph on the Church of England [`1690′] [English version of previous]>

That kings should from their thrones be rudely torn Yo11*60 (p. 122)
And damn themselves and lead their flocks astray
<The apostacy>

Pray pardon me John Bayes for I beg your excuse Yo11*61 (pp. 123-6)
Draw out your conquering pen and guard the crown
<The assembly of moderate divines>

Canonical black-coats like birds of a feather Yo11*62 (pp. 127-31)
Yet not find so much brain as in Oliver’s porter
<Vox clero. Lil-ly Bur-le-ro or the second part of a merry new ballad to be sung in the Jerusalem Chamber January 24th 1689>

Convocat ecclesiæ proceres qui sceptra paventis Yo11*63 (p. 132)
Hoc scelus et sceleris fugiunt seu monstra ministros
<Conveniunt pharasei in nomine Guilielmi>

I A B do truly swear Yo11*64 (p. 133)
If God won’t help me I’ll help myself
<The parson’s oath>

This is my oath for ever to despise Yo11*65 (p. 134)
So far as conscience dictates it is good
<The loyal subject’s oath>

Thou filthy hypocrite of a dean Yo11*66 (pp. 135-9)
Tell him the news I’ll see you often
<A dialogue between the Lord Russel[l]’s ghost and the Dean of Canterbury>

Reader if Whig thou art thou’lt laugh Yo11*67 (p. 140)
The learn’d say to Achitophel
<An epitaph on Algernoon Sidney>

When Jeffry’s soul did first to Hell come Yo11*68 (p. 141)
Modestly rose and gave him place
<An elegy on my Lord Jeffrys>

When Grafton that clown Yo11*69 (p. 142)
Had you fought me without steel bodies
<On the Duke of Grafton’s death>

Here lies a peer beneath this place Yo11*70 (pp. 143-4)
I’ll say no more
<An epitaph on the Duke of Grafton who was killed at the Siege of Cork in Ireland [CTable has Elegy]>

‘Tis common we know for goblins to walk Yo11*71 (pp. 145-8)
To make common dull prayers and duller responses
<A dialogue between the ghosts of Russel and Sidney. Introduction>

‘Mongst all the hard names that denote reproach Yo11*72 (pp. 149-52)
A Scotchman’s greatest plague God send him home
<On Dr G. Burnet>

Diras viator et mali ominis verba Yo11*73 (pp. 153-6)
Salveant dis pater cæteraque inferni numina
<Plutoni. Reginæ pecuniæ, et diis manibus sacrum [CTable has Dij]>

E Scotiâ presbiter profugus Yo11*74 (pp. 157-8)
Et regnare exutem
<In episcopum sarisburiensis [should be `exulem’? check]>

This strolling Presbyter from Scotland came Yo11*75 (pp. 159-60)
He whom our servants scorned does now command
<The same Englished. July 1st 1693>

Qæe scombros quæ thus metuit damnatur ad ignes Yo11*76 (p. 161)
Non meruit fata nobiliore mori
<Epistola pastoralis flaminis sacra [`Que…que’ in MS]>

What only feared to wrap up soap or plums Yo11*77 (p. 161)
Thus with thy self fall victims to the flame
<Thus made English>

Iuramenta libens popularia suscipit anglus Yo11*78 (p. 162)
Ne sis perjurus tu quoque Scote sapis
<Two Latin epigrams>

Unctos a Domino divellere presbyteranos Yo11*79 (p. 162)
Et stupor est nobis nec minor ipse dolor
<[no separate title in text or CTable, but listed in ATable]>

Thraso ecclesiasticus Yo11*80 (pp. 163-4)
Scheenobaton oxoniensium / Coriphæus
<In Humphredum Hody [some phrases in Greek]>

Since oaths are solemn serious things Yo11*81 (pp. 165-72)
I can’t well suffer in a better cause
<The new oath examined and found guilty>

Since at a tavern I can’t meet you Yo11*82 (pp. 173-4)
The feet confinement is of sense
<Browne’s baralipton sent to Dr Crosly of Queen’s College in Oxford>

Near to an ancient house of prayer Yo11*83 (pp. 175-90)
If ever I come t’ye to be confirmed
<The Weesils. A satirical fable. Giving an account of some argumental passages happening in the lion’s court about Weesilions taking the oaths [2 sections, each beginning with a 4-line Argument]>

A Protestant priest a man of great fame Yo11*84 (pp. 191-8)
But the flesh did prevail by the help of his wife
<The weasel uncased or the in and outside of a priest drawn to the life>

And have you sir at length resolved to take Yo11*85 (pp. 199-200)
Your friends you’ve made your foes your foes no friends
<To the late pillar of the Protestant Church>

Mr Masters / When non-resistance was run out of breath Yo11*86 (pp. 201-2)
Thou art both rhyme and reason too to priest
<Dr Sherlock’s acknowledgement of the royal bounty>

Drunk with excessive joy for victory Yo11*87 (pp. 203-6)
Who loves the father cannot hate the child
<On Dr Sherlock’s sermons May 29th and October 27th 1692>

As moody Job in shirtless case Yo11*88 (p. 207)
‘Twill ease thee of thy anguish
<On Dr Sherlock>

Here lies learning loyalty Yo11*89 (p. 208)
Call it his shade for all his worth lies here
<An epitaph on the late pious and learned Dr Sherlock>

O temporising wretch thus to abuse Yo11*90 (p. 209)
And so you whited wall adieu farewell
<To Mr Hilton of St Nicholas’s in Gloucester, on his sermon May 29th 1692>

Insipid fool I thought to temporise Yo11*90.1 (p. 210)
To bear a double heart but single tongue
<An answer to the foregoing verses>

Coming by chance into St Laurence Kirk Yo11*91 (pp. 211-13)
Call home the king and then rebel no more
<To the reverend Dr Beveridge an eucharisticon occasioned by his seasonable and excellent sermon about restitution, on St Luke 19.8. Preached at St. Laurence’s London, Tuesday March 17. 1690 [extensive marginal citations from said sermon]>

Reverend sir I fain would know Yo11*92 (p. 214)
Then you’re all damned infallibly
<A letter sent to Dr Pelling>

If monsters painter thou hast skill to draw Yo11*93 (p. 215)
With mighty reverence still the old does own
<Advice to a painter>

Once happy church no longer censure Rome Yo11*94 (p. 216)
What mercy canst thou hope this second time
<Utrum horum>

You English folk all that are under the curse Yo11*95 (pp. 217-23)
Not so soon from his wife as his money is parted
<The divorce>

The Bishop of Durham Yo11*96 (p. 224)
With a cunt quite as wide as his conscience
<Epithalamium>

By Britain’s true monarchs great William and Mary Yo11*97 (pp. 225-30)
Usurpers and rebels may ne’er get the day
<The proclamation for a general fast in the nation. To the tune of Packington’s pound>

From shamming three nations by new-coined inventions Yo11*98 (pp. 231-2)
From ten thousand things more that make you sick and me sick
<A new litany for the general fast day>

From unnatural rebellion that devilish curse Yo11*99 (pp. 233-6)
And desert the dull craven cornuted Statholder
<A litany for the reducing of Ireland>

From a bundle of lies and a fardel of nonsense Yo11*100 (pp. 237-40)
From men whose religion lies in a romance
<A new litany>

From deposing of kings as a damned popish tenet Yo11*101 (pp. 241-4)
But James may drive ’em both away
<A litany for the monthly fast April 7th. 1692>

From William’s ambition his pride and vain glory Yo11*102 (pp. 245-6)
From scolding and whining and women’s feigned tears
<A litany>

O God we pray / Remove the cause Yo11*103 (p. 247)
And breath also
<A psalm for the fast day>

Good people fast Yo11*104 (p. 248)
We’re full as bad as they
<An admonition against the fast day>

Let England rejoice with heart and voice Yo11*105 (pp. 249-53)
For they show they do love neither William nor Mary
<A new Protestant ballad called England’s congratulation for its happy condition under the glorious reign of K. William and Q. Mary. / Now wars, dissensions, want and taxes cease, / And in their room comes trade, and wealth, and peace>

Now wars dissensions want and taxes cease Yo11.105.1 (p. 249)
And in their room comes trade and wealth and peace

A mighty great fleet the like was ne’er seen Yo11*106 (pp. 254-6)
With the loss of some men but in battle none slain
<England’s triumph at sea in the year 1691>

You madcaps of England that soldiers would be Yo11*107 (pp. 257-8)
Sing tan-tarara that’s all
<An invitation to Ireland>

Great Schonbergh say what’s due unto thy name Yo11*108 (p. 259)
Thou cam’st thou saw’st and overcam’st by flight
<Upon Duke Sconberg’s conquest in Ireland [`Sconberg’ also in first line, but `Schonbergh’ in CTable] [`fligh’ in MS]>

In haste towards Ireland two fierce princes go Yo11*109 (p. 260)
May George ?and William O heavens the like obtain
<The Irish expedition>

When all the elements at once conspire Yo11*110 (p. 261)
Call this success Heaven’s peculiar care
<On raising the siege of Limerick>

Whilst princes meet whence all rebellion springs Yo11*111 (p. 262)
And France’s coffers must by Mons be filled
<On the taking of Mons>

Proximus et similis regnas Ludovice tonanti Yo11*112 (p. 263)
Illi aquilam tantum Gallia fulmen habet
<Ad regem christianissimum Ludovicum. The device a thunder bolt as described by Virgil with wings and pointed fire. The Motto. Alas Expandit et Iras. And underneath it this epigram>

I greatest am and likest reign Yo11*112.1 (p. 264)
The thunder’s Jove’s and mine
<The same in English>

A number of princes though poor ones ’tis true Yo11*113 (pp. 265-7)
Not a turd sir
<Remarks>

Austriacum Batavis Dominum detraximus olim Yo11*114 (p. 268)
Pars libertatem vendidit illa iugum
<Cambium Anglo-Batavum>

From the Spanish king the Dutch we freed long since Yo11*114.1 (p. 268)
For which and gold we’re sold to slavery
<Englished>

‘Twas on the evening of that day Yo11*115 (pp. 269-84)
For my part I have done and so good night
<Eucharisticon. Or an heroic poem upon the late Thanksgiving-day which was the vigil or fast of St. Simon and St. Jude>

Thanks to our good King William Yo11*116 (pp. 285-6)
And their leaders are afraid
<A new song on the campaign 1692>

Let the Parnassian immortal choir Yo11*117 (pp. 287-92)
And save our England precious blood and precious money too
<A pindaric ode by way of panegyric upon the glorious conquests of magnanimous K. William in the campaign 1692>

When people find their money’s spent Yo11*118 (pp. 293-303)
With farthing candles lighted home / Before Sir
<The campaign 1692. October 22d 1692>

That author sure must take great pains Yo11*119 (p. 304)
To save his country run away
<On K. William’s two last campaigns>

Dost hear the bells ring and the great cannons roar Yo11*120 (pp. 305-9)
He’s ne’er like more to have one hot meal
<A dialogue on the campaign 1692>

Till by Lucifer taught Yo11*121 (p. 310)
Bears the load of all France on his shoulders
<On the Duke of Luxemburgh>

All Dutch and English that are left Yo11*122 (pp. 311-14)
Would act fair and stand neuter
<The Dutch-mens reasons. For a Dutch Sunday to be observed once a month etc. with their last prayer and final resolution (if it prove ineffectual) against the excessive power of France>

My Lords and my Commons ’tis my resolution Yo11*123 (pp. 315-18)
By sending to old Nick their good second saviour
<The king’s speech to the parliament>

Quoth the king to the parliament Yo11*124 (pp. 319-20)
If once again we’re beat at Soldbay
<The king’s speech to both Houses October 19th 1689>

My noble lords and gentlemen Yo11*125 (p. 321)
Till we triumph at the summer’s end
<His majesty’s gracious speech to both Houses at his going to Ireland>

Currit ubi Hibernas securus Belga per undas Yo11*126 (p. 322)
Præsens numen habet pestora vestis habet
<On the bullet grazing on K. William’s shoulder>

With a grave look and courteous smile Yo11*127 (pp. 323-30)
That with one voice they cried well moved
<The opening of the sessions in the House of Commons [speakers are Sir John Lowther and Sir Henry Goodrick]>

The eleventh of April is come about Yo11*128 (pp. 331-6)
Our gracious good king again
<On the coronation of K. William and Q. Mary>

Good people draw near I’ll tell you a tale Yo11*129 (pp. 337-42)
Us this orange
<An orange>

When Aureng-zeb’ usurp his father’s chair Yo11*130 (pp. 343-4)
His title’s good to reign as thine to write
<Aureng-Zebe>

As I was pondering one evening late Yo11*131 (pp. 345-50)
Usurp Hell’s royal throne and me should abdicate
<The rivals. December 8th 1690>

As in a dream our thinking monarch lay Yo11*132 (pp. 351-4)
Laughing to find himself so far outdone
<The vision>

If injured monarchs may their cause deplore Yo11*133 (pp. 355-7)
Which Heaven approved of by the people’s voice
<A dialogue between K. James and the P. of Orange>

Come lay aside your murmuring Yo11*134 (p. 358)
When they had none at all
<The two kings>

Would you be a man in favour Yo11*135 (p. 359)
Bishops will to Tyburn steer
<A song to the tune of Would you be a man in favour [CTable has `of favour’ as title]>

As I walked by myself Yo11*136 (p. 360)
What will will certainly be
<King William musing>

I’ll have a new test which neither shall own Yo11*137 (pp. 361-2)
And France is encumbered by politic Paul
<A new nothing>

I can no other way be safe in the evils I have done Yo11*138 (p. 363)
Take me but let the English be for their rebellion cursed
<King William’s complaint>

Of what I now am going to write Yo11*139 (p. 364)
That by Jove they’ll ruin the nation
<A character of K. William>

Whilst William van Nassau with Benting Bardasha Yo11*140 (pp. 365-[7])
<The reflection [last 4 lines of poem on excised p. 367. Title erased in the CTable]>

[How strange is the fate] Yo11*141
<[title erased in CTable] [lost work on excised pp. 367-8. First line preserved in ATable]>

Since ladies were ladies I dare boldly say Yo11*142 (pp. 369-70)
And a Protestant prince should prove an Italian
<The ladies’ complaint>

Come here my Benting and indulge thy charms Yo11*143 (p. 371)
To horse great Sir and let’s away to Loo
<Actus Quintus. Enter K. Phys. in his night-gown and Benting with his breeches down [`The whole play shall be speedily made public and acted etc.’]>

A shitten king bewrayed the usurped throne Yo11*144 (p. 372)
Plenty of turd will be the nation’s gain
<The Golden Age>

A certain man four children had Yo11*145 (pp. 373-4)
Whose crimes like the sulphurous vapours stink / William and Mary George and Ann
<The four children>

New forms of prayers are sent the realms throughout Yo11*146 (p. 375)
And when they’re heard we’ll all keep Holy Day
<The dutiful son and daughter>

Without your form we did design to pray Yo11*146.1 (pp. 376-7)
And meet a Joab may vanquish Absolon
<The subjects’ reply>

Preserve O Lord this our inconstant nation Yo11*147 (p. 378)
Bring David back and place him on his throne
<Two short prayers>

Wise men suffer good men grieve Yo11*148 (p. 378)
Else knaves and fools will quite undo us
<[no separate title in text or CTable, but listed in ATable]>

Whereas the Jacobites do brag Yo11*149 (pp. 379-80)
Observe these orders as you please
<A proclamation. By Will and Moll a proclamation / Farther to gull the bubbled nation>

Cum primum Batavo solvit tua littore classis Yo11*150 (pp. 381-2)
Nec meus hic sermo est rediviva crede platoni
<Epistola Horatiana ad regem Guilielmum>

From the Dutch coast when you set sail Yo11*151 (pp. 383-4)
If you design to live one happy hour
<A familiar epistle to King William [English version of previous]>

What’s this your justice sir you come to do Yo11*152 (pp. 385-6)
These are the plagues which from rebellion springs
<The parley>

Puissant prince the object of our fears Yo11*153 (pp. 387-9)
God prosper long and bless our rightful king
<The congratulation>

Long flourish the Orange and Rose Yo11*154 (pp. 390-5)
Or to hell with our Protestant king
<The Protestant king>

Ye heaven and earth now hear my declaration Yo11*155 (p. 396)
Heaven and earth judge not his words but action
<On the P. of Orange’s declaration>

Whether the graver did by this intend Yo11*156 (pp. 397-9)
But charmed at William’s name marched all away
<On the late metamorphosis of an old picture of Oliver Cromwell’s into a new picture of King William, the head changed the hieroglyphics remaining>

O how great William’s name Yo11*157 (p. 400)
And he’ll conquer he’ll conquer the world and the devil
<King William ludibriated>

When lawless men their neighbours dispossess Yo11*158 (pp. 401-4)
If pillow slip aside the monarch dies
<Suum cuiqu[e]>

Good people I pray ye come hither Yo11*159 (pp. 405-8)
We never shall see any Moor
<On the picture of the king and queen and seven new bishops. January 3d. 1691>

By heaven a hellish tribe so cursed a crew Yo11*160 (p. 409)
And make their final exit in a string
<Another on the same picture>

What folded up the wretches then begin Yo11*161 (p. 410)
Renounce them and your sins then as you were
<Upon the pictures of Will. and Moll. being an imitation of a single sheet, hanging upon a deal wainscot the corners carelessly folding up>

Cum Titus Auriacæ libaret basia dextræ Yo11*162 (p. 411)
Neve meis labiis dignior ulla manus
<Manus et os>

When William’s hand Oates with his lips approached Yo11*162.1 (p. 412)
Nor hand should grace these lips but only thine
<The hand and mouth [English version of previous]>

Ye members of parliament all Yo11*163 (pp. 413-15)
But Lansdown delivered a king
<On the falling of the sash window of the King Gallery at the Chapel Royal [cf. #159 which also has `Sing hey ding din a ding ding’ chorus]>

There’s Orange with his long nose Yo11*164 (p. 416)
We shall send him to hell with his thundering Mall
<On King William. / Quis neget auriacum natum substirpe Neronis. / Occidit hic matrem, expulit ille patrem>

Where is there faith or justice to be found Yo11*165 (p. 417)
Will dash your joys and make your glories fall
<Mene Tekel>

Benting the goblet holds Caermarthen fills Yo11*166 (p. 418)
But none regards the writing on the wall
<Mene, Mene Tekel Upharsin>

The fourth more black than fifth of November Yo11*167 (p. 419)
And to the nation gives a greater blow
<On the fourth of November>

What day is this what Belgic Boreas cloud Yo11*168 (p. 420)
Tribute of praise on the usurper’s day
<On the fifth of November>

In times when princes cancelled Nature’s law Yo11*169 (pp. 421-6)
Stands still recorded in the books of fame
<Tarquin and Tullia>

At dead of night after an evening ball Yo11*170 (pp. 427-30)
Leaving the trembling princess drowned in tears
<The Duchess of York’s ghost>

In vain the Bourbons and Plantaganets Yo11*171 (p. 431)
The devil’s nature has the devil’s fate
<On the two sisters>

Oft have we heard of impious sons before Yo11*172 (p. 432)
O’er the dead body of thy mangled sire
<The female parricide>

Walking the park I to my horror there Yo11*173 (pp. 433-4)
And penitence his suff’rings does atone
<On the colours at St. James’s>

Madam / In the preamble of your proclamation Yo11*174 (p. 435)
Worthy your noble patrons the convention
<To the queen on her proclamation concerning passes>

Mary the wonder of her sex Yo11*175 (p. 436)
A boundless boundless pride to ease us
<A satyrical song on the queen>

Ye Whigs and ye Tories / Repair to Whitehall Yo11*176 (p. 437)
By republic Jack How
<The female regency>

As Billy and Molly together were Yo11*177 (p. 438)
So God bless our lord and our lady
<Interest outvying honesty>

The first appears with an uneasy crown Yo11*178 (pp. 439-41)
And after these immoral crowns obtain
<The five monsters. / When curtain’s drawn here’s plenty to be seen. / Some monsters strange God save the king and queen [spelt `plainty’] [The `monsters’ are K. William, Benting, Burnet, Danby and Churchill]>

As by the rigid laws of Rome Yo11*179 (p. 442)
Portend his honours fate is near
<An epigram on my Lord Lovelace who was beaten at Tyburn, not robbed as he pretended 1691>

I have often admired what should be the cause Yo11*180 (pp. 443-8)
In spite of the devil and the word abdicate
<Pandora’s box or the mischievous effects of the word ABDICATE>

Some thieves by ill hap with an honest man met Yo11*180.1 (pp. 449-51)
And all that thence follows hangs on the same string
<On the word ABDICATE [really a continuation of previous; listed separately in CTable]>

When Orange landed first upon our shore Yo11*181 (pp. 452-4)
Pray was it not high time for to retire
<The sham abdication>

He who wilfully breaketh the fifth command Yo11*182 (pp. 455-7)
Which none but great rogues will deny
<The reformers. / He that would govern without any check, / Will lay his foot upon his father’s neck. / Ambition does all thoughts of pity smother, / Even toward Father, Uncle, or a Brother>

Tell me not of lords or laws Yo11*183 (pp. 458-9)
‘Cause those do judge that sold ’em
<Knavery unmasked>

To speak with drownded eyes and mournful looks Yo11*184 (pp. 460-2)
I gather there’s a time to hold one’s peace
<On the times>

Now the veil is pulled off and this pitiful nation Yo11*185 (p. 463)
Are turned into pious committees
<Bare-faced villainy>

John Presbyter and the sons of the pope Yo11*186 (pp. 464-6)
By the means of Loyola and Calvin the Fox
<Geneva and Rome. Or the zeal of both boiling over in an earnest dispute about pre-eminence carried on at a private conference between Jack a Presbyterian and Believe-all a Papist>

Lay by your reason / Truth’s out of season Yo11*187 (pp. 467-70)
For either you must take the swear or starve and quit your station
<The reformation. April 5th. 1695?>

Cursed be the stars which did ordain / Queen Bess Yo11*188 (p. 471)
Prove that ‘mongst us and curse me too
<The curse>

Cursed be the stars which did ordain / That Whigs Yo11*188.1 (pp. 472-3)
God bless King James and so farewell
<The anti-curse. September 1690>

Rebels Whigs and traitors that long have plagued the nation Yo11*189 (pp. 474-5)
Heaven sure will burn the rods
<Forty-one revived>

Our wise reformers wise and gay Yo11*190 (pp. 476-8)
To tamper with a crown
<Whigs no changelings>

What shall a glorious nation be o’erthrown Yo11*191 (pp. 479-82)
And suck up all the fatness of the land
<The hypocritical Whig displayed>

As needy gallants in the scriveners’ hands Yo11*192 (p. 483)
As much improper as would honesty
<The prologue to Amboyna by Mr. Dryden>

A poet once the Spartans led to fight Yo11*193 (p. 484)
Let Caesar live and Carthage be subdued
<The epilogue to Amoyna by Mr. Dryden>

What Nostredame with all his art can guess Yo11*194 (pp. 485-6)
Under a female regency may rise
<The prologue to The prophetess by Mr Dryden>

Those wonderful wise men nicknamed antiquaries Yo11*195 (pp. 487-93)
To some who too often have kept them ruin
<A description of Holland>

Behold the race whence England’s woes proceed Yo11*196 (p. 494)
The villain’s refuge and the woman’s lust
<On a conventicle>

When Heaven surrounded Britain with the main Yo11*197 (pp. 495-500)
Who bating but one blot had been a saint
<The deliverance>

How frail O England are thy natives’ mind Yo11*198 (pp. 501-2)
To send King James a Restoration day
<Britain’s inconstancy>

Unhappy isle what made thy sons rebel Yo11*199 (pp. 503-4)
And let th’indebted only pay
<An expostulation>

A land tax and poll are just coming forth Yo11*200 (p. 505)
For fear of the charge of maintaining the poor
<On the taxes>

To purchase kingdoms with a single vice Yo11*201 (p. 506)
And honours God by breaking of his laws
<The dear bargain>

Britain expect from heaven no happy fate Yo11*202 (pp. 507-8)
Still more depraved than that we see
<In imitation of Horace. De moribus sui sæculi corruptis. Lib 3. Ode 6. Delicta majorum immeritus lues. Romane donec templa refeceris>

Old Bayard take care and look well to your hits Yo11*203 (p. 509)
Despise all Dutch treachery and damn your black Oats
<Capiat qui capere potest>

Your ships are all taken your merchants are stripped Yo11*204 (p. 510)
Since no honour’s now left in England
<A song to the tune of Why should a blockhead have 1 in 10>

I prithee good Tommy stay at home with thy wife Yo11*205 (pp. 511-14)
To hazard our lives where nothing is got
<Tommy and Peggy. Or, a dialogue between a seaman of the navy and his wife>

Good people do but lend an ear Yo11*206 (pp. 515-19)
Do take the helm and better sway
<The sea-martyrs or the seamen’s sad lamentation for their faithful service, bad pay, and cruel usage, being a woeful relation how some of them were unmercifully put to death for pressing for their pay when their families were like to starve. / Thus our new government does subjects serve, / And leaves them this sad choice to hang or starve>

What a rope ail these seamen so loudly to rail Yo11*207 (pp. 520-4)
As to higgle for pay with so generous a king
<A bob for the seamen. In answer to their two ballads Tommy and Peggy and the Sea-Martyrs. Writ by a courtier a true subject of their majesty’s who serves them. without pay or pension>

Ye puny sinners cease from tears Yo11*208 (pp. 525-6)
We’ll keep our mirth till better times
<Upon the general pardon>

I love with all my heart / The loyal party here / The Prince of Orange part Yo11*209 (p. 527)
Resolve to live and die
<An ambodexter>

King William’s cause shall thrive / When the sea burns / As sure as we’re alive Yo11*210 (p. 528)
This prophecy’s true
<Another ambodexter>

What wantst thou that thou art in this sad taking Yo11*211 (p. 529)
But if he comes not what becomes of London / Undone
<An echo>

At length to complete my life and my glory Yo11*212 (p. 530)
For betraying the church and enslaving the land
<On the E. of Marleborough>

Dear Will / We two have plotted twenty years and more Yo11*213 (pp. 531-3)
His tun of sack as French commodity
<To William Richards>

Whilst crowding folks with strange ill faces Yo11*214 (pp. 534-6)
That one mouse eats and t’other’s starved
<To Fleetwood Sheppard>

O vos qui de vestrâ salute securi estis Yo11*215 (p. 537)
Annoque Domini 1691
<Fleetwood Sheppard’s inscription on a fair common prayer book which he presented to the E. of Dorset’s chapel at Copt-Hall. Gentij et sacello sackvillianæ sacrum>

O all ye people of this land Yo11*215.1 (p. 538)
One thousand six hundred ninety one
<The same Englished>

Since Dorset’s grown dull Yo11*216 (pp. 539-40)
To kick’ em confound ’em and damn all
<The revolution>

Who could have thought of Rome’s convert so near Yo11*217 (pp. 541-2)
For the honour of England to battle shall ride
<On Sunderland’s coming to court>

A thin ill-natured ghost that haunts the king Yo11*218 (pp. 543-7)
Should ere be thus condemned to counselling
<The nine cabinet council>

When Monmouth the chaste read those impudent lines Yo11*219 (pp. 548-50)
With the want of true grammar for good English sense
<An account of the birth of the female nine>

What chance has brought thee into verse Yo11*220 (pp. 551-6)
So may they live full many a year
<The female nine>

You ladies of honour both wealthy and fair Yo11*221 (pp. 557-8)
That no sooner he’s in but straight he comes out
<Four maids of honour>

Our ladies fond of love’s sweet toys Yo11*222 (pp. 559-60)
This limping’s satyr’s Harry Colt
<On the ladies at Tunbridge>

How many fools at court bawl out aloud Yo11*223 (pp. 561-4)
And therefore ’tis high time to make an end
<Tunbridge Wells>

Ye sages of London of states high and low Yo11*224 (pp. 565-7)
As always we used we will zealously pray
<City justice or true equity exposed. Being an humble petition to the king of eight grandees of one party against four of another. Faithfully turned into verse doggerel, by as real a well-wisher to them, as they are to monarchy>

Fame who does over the universe scatter Yo11*225 (p. 568)
There are no more subjects left for my rhymes
<Epsom Wells a dialogue between Critic and Fame>

I sing the man that raised a shirtless band Yo11*226 (pp. 569-74)
And orphans’ curses all your steps attend
<The king of hearts>

Since you resigned your dear commission Yo11*227 (pp. 575-84)
Good nature modesty and breeding
<A familiar epistle to the king of hearts>

A late expedition to Oxford was made Yo11*228 (pp. 585-8)
And they’d marched more nimbly with their music
<The Oxford expedition [later hand: `by John Smith of Magd. Coll.’]>

I’ll sing i’ th’ praise if you’ll lend but an ear Yo11*229 (pp. 589-92)
They broke all their swords and cried Vive le roy
<On the royal regiment>

A medley of ruffians bound up in a band Yo11*230 (pp. 593-5)
And justice and trade may revive from their sleep
<The Dutch troop>

True English men ever approve yourselves loyal Yo11*231 (p. 596)
And pray that kind heaven may keep him from ill
<Good advice>

<Alphabetical Table (ATable)>