Yale University Library, Beinecke Library, MS Osborn b 113 (Yo13)

A collection of libertine and state verse of the late 1670s and early 1680s. Formerly Phillipps MS 7440. Note works in common with Np43 and Of15.

<No title-page>

Of all the wonders since the world began Yo13*1 (pp. 1-16)
When all fools write to think no more of rhyme
<Barbara piramidum sileat miracula memphis>

At five this morn when Phebus raised his head Yo13*2 (pp. 17-28)
Did seem to me by much the wiser creature
<Observations on Tunbridge Wells>

All my past life is now no more Yo13*3 (pp. 29-30)
‘Tis all that fate allows
<To Phillis>

Must I with patience ever silent sit Yo13*4 (pp. 31-4)
Or who’d be safe and senseless like Tom Thinn
<Semper ego auditur tantum>

If Sylla’s ghost made bloody Cataline start Yo13*5 (pp. 35-41)
Send Doctor Burnet to me or I die
<Mrs Nelly’s complaint [p. 42 blank]>

Thou common shore of this poetic town Yo13*6 (pp. 43-51)
His mistress lost and yet his pen’s his sword
<A familiar epistle to Mr Julian secretary to the muses [p. 52 blank]>

Julian in verse to ease thy wants I write Yo13*7 (pp. 53-7)
And villain Frank fuck Mazarine no more
<To Julian [p. 58 blank]>

How dull and how insensible a beast Yo13*8 (pp. 59-77)
Learn to write well or not to write at all
<An essay on satyr [p. 78 blank]>

Tired with the noisome follies of the age Yo13*9 (pp. 79-93)
Unthinking Charles ruled by unthinking thee
<Rochester’s farewell [p. 94 blank]>

Of civil dudgeon many a bard Yo13*10 (pp. 95-107)
To purchase liberty by flogging
<The combat [p. 108 blank] [Nan and Frank, with opening argument and concluding couplet]>

Disgraced undone forlorn made fortune’s sport Yo13*11 (pp. 109-10)
Next after you by God I will be king
<The Duke of Monmouth’s letter to the King>

Worthy sir / Though weaned from all those scandalous delights Yo13*12 (pp. 111-13)
Could brook the man her sister so betrayed
<A letter from Newmarket [p. 114 blank]>

In a famous street near Whetstone’s Park Yo13*13 (pp. 115-19)
Or ’tis forty to one but they’ll catch a fall
<A ballad to the tune of An old man with a bed full of bones [CTable title: `Queenstreet ballad’] [p. 120 blank]>

Of villains rebels cuckolds pimps and spies Yo13*14 (pp. 121-30)
Nor Nell so much inverted Nature spewed
<A satyr>

I who of divers villains sung before Yo13*15 (pp. 131-7)
To taste their sweetness drops with pleasure dead
<A supplement to the foregoing satyr / Ille ego qui quondam or the same hand again [p. 138 blank]>

Who’d be the man lewd libels to indite Yo13*16 (pp. 139-49)
Those few unblemished are not meant in this
<Satyr unmuzzled [p. 150 blank]>

But why this fury all that e’er was writ Yo13*17 (pp. 151-63)
Houses blown up have stopped a fire’s course
<A satyr / Ignis ignibus extinguitur [p. 164 blank]>

Shame of my life disturber of my tomb Yo13*18 (pp. 165-6)
Like him your angry father kicked you down
<Ross his ghost>

From the deep vaulted den of endless night Yo13*19 (pp. 167-76)
Souls doomed to night must never view the day
<Rochester’s ghost addressing himself to the secretary of the muses>

In all humility we crave Yo13*20 (p. 177)
The greatest prince in Christendom
<The Commons to the king>

Charles at this time having no need Yo13*20.1 (p. 177)
Thanks you as much as if you did
<The answer [p. 178 blank]>

Of all the sots with which the nation’s cursed Yo13*21 (pp. 179-88)
‘Tis better live a fop than die a fool
<The present state of matrimony>

No thicker are the stars i’th’ milky way Yo13*22 (pp. 189-202)
For it damns more and therefore must be worst
<The survey>

Of all quality whores modest Betty for me Yo13*23 (pp. 203-4)
Sweet Cavendish in cunt and bold Frank at her arse
<A ballad>

To Saint Giles’s I went Yo13*24 (pp. 205-10)
‘Tis the lewdest in all the whole nation
<St Giles’s church>

Hail poet laureate of this barren isle Yo13*25 (pp. 211-15)
As church ones are and better understood
<An answer to the satyr on St Giles’s church [p. 216 blank]>

Much has been said of strumpets of yore Yo13*26 (pp. 217-20)
Which I am certain she cannot deny
<An historical ballad>

In vain the fulsome errors of the age Yo13*27 (pp. 221-35)
Thou yet hast stock enough thy self to trade
<A satyr [p. 236 blank]>

The Prince of Whigland swaggers in Whitehall Yo13*28 (pp. 237-8)
Tear the guilt paper use it when you shit
<To the court>

This trick of trimming is a fine thing Yo13*29 (pp. 239-42)
Sidney lets a fart and there’s an end / Exeunt omnes
<The cushion dance at court by way of mask to the tune of Joan Sanderson / Enter Jeffery Ailworth followed by the King and the Duke hand in hand [the `last line’ is the end of the longish prose SD]>

Dear friend when those we love are in distress Yo13*30 (pp. 243-7)
The thoughtful traitor ’tis offends the king
<A consolatory epistle to Mr Julian in his confinement [p. 248 blank]>

Leave off your ogling Francis Yo13*31 (pp. 249-51)
And servant Roger Martin
<Advice or an heroic epistle to Mr Francis Villers to an excellent new tune called A health to Betty [`Roger Martin’]>

Worth would be thought a fair one Yo13*31.1 (p. 252)
Till her lord’s death made her marry
<An addition [two more verses of previous (not among the 8 stanzas in Of15)]>

Nature does strangely female gifts dispense Yo13*32 (pp. 253-5)
Since every Skipwith brags he has success
<An essay [p. 256 blank]>

No longer blame those on the banks of the Nile Yo13*33 (pp. 257-9)
If you ne’er seek me out I’ll count you wise
<A riddle [p. 260 blank]>

Dull sonnet writing now runs dry Yo13*34 (pp. 261-2)
Must Centys thus your chamber clear
<An acrostic [DIMPLE BELINGHAM] [`For Mrs Catherine U – ‘]>

Our rebel party of late Yo13*35 (pp. 263-8)
And Whigs shall it merrily sing
<A new ballad to old Rowley the king>

Tell me Arminda tell me why Yo13*36 (pp. 269-70)
And stop at neither pox nor flowers
<A farewell to his mistress>

From councils of six where treason prevails Yo13*37 (pp. 271-4)
From Frankie’s lame jests and Sir Roger’s lampoons
<A new litany appointed for this Lent, and ordered to be sung in the conventicles in and about London. Set familiarly to an excellent old tune called Cavallily-Man [CTable title: `A Lentan litany for the Whigs’]>

Dear Julian twice or thrice a year Yo13*38 (pp. 275-83)
From some of th’authors named above
<To Julian [p. 284 blank]>

If Aphra’s worth were needful to be shown Yo13*39 (pp. 285-9)
And what thou canst not comprehend admire
<The female laureate [spelt `Afra’] [p. 290 blank]>

Send forth dear Julian all thy books Yo13*40 (pp. 291-7)
And all the night I’ll sit and write / Then hey boys up go we
<To Julian [p. 298 blank]>

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