The Parliaments thanks to the Citie for their kinde complyance with them in all their treasons from time to time committed against His Maiesties honor, crowne and dignitie. Dedicated to the loyall and treacherous citizens; the valiant and cowardly citizens; the wise and foolish citizens; the wealthy and poor citizens; the square and Round-headed citizens; the honored, and the horned citizens. By Mercurius Melancholicus

Author: Mercurius Melancholicus, fl. 1648.1648

THE PARLIAMENTS Thanks to The Citie: For their kinde complyance with them in all their Treasons from time to time committed against His Maiesties Honor, Crowne and Dignitie.
DEDICATED. To the Loyall and treacherous Citizens; the valiant and cowardly Citizens; the wise and foolish Citizens; the wealthy and poor Citizens; the square and Round-headed Citizens; the honored, and the Horned Citizens.

BY Mercurius Melancholicus:

YOu Loyall Citizens,
J call you as you were,
Jn times of old till now,
For many a hundred yeer.
What is the reason now
you are Disloyall growne,
And have forsaken quite
The 
Royall English Crowne?

You Treacherous Citizens,
J call you, as you are,
How comes it so to passe
that you with 
Indas share?
Blot out your 
Dagger now
your 
Arms their chiefest grace;

Iack Straw in stead shall put
his Thatching-
Knife in place.

You Valiant Citizens,
I call you, as you were,
Time out of mind, untill
this present Conquering yeare:
It pities me to see
how hartless you are growne,
That dare not budge nor stir
for to preserve 
your owne.

You cowardly Citizens,
I call you a
 [...] you are,
Our miseries they increase,
be sure you shall have share:
How beardless boyes doe tread,
(the world will laugh to see)
Your honor in the dust,
with shame and Obloquie.

You wise grave Citizens,
J call you as you were,
Whilst you your selves maintain'd
your 
Priviledges cleare:
My heart doth burst to see
your 
King, your 
Laws, your 
Rights,
Abus'd, infring'd, o'rethrowne
all by your oversights.

You foolish Citizens,
J call you, as you are,
Of 
Goods, of 
Rights, of 
Lives,
you shall be stripped bare;
Where are your eyes become?
you cannot see at all
How neare you are unto
a lamentable fall.

You wealthy Citizens,
I call you as you were,
Whil'st in protection you
were of your 
Soveraigne deare:
But now the case is alter'd
the clean contrary way,
Your 
Riches are become
the plundring Souldiers prey.

You poore base Citizens,
I call you as you are,
Jn what a case are you?
how mean, how vile, how bare?
What you your selves have got,
nor you, nor yours enjoy.
Dam-me it's mine will sweare
some upstart Souldiers boy.

The second Part.

To the same Tune.

Square-headed 
Citizen
 [...],
J call you as you were,
Whil'st you the helme of 
Iustice
most equally did steere,
But now your giddy heads
have turn'd you all so round,
Of 
Law, or of 
R
 [...]lig
 [...]on
we can have nothing found.

Round-headed Citizens,
I call you as you are,
For by your orbed forms,
You put all out of square:
The Kingdom quite undone,
your selves shall not escape,
Expect no further bliss,
but Murder, Theft and Rape.

You honored Citizens.
I call you as you were,
Whil'st you reserv'd a strength,
to keep your selves from fear;
But all your Hold's are lost,
by your grave wisedomes pates,
If you your Houses keep,
It's more then is your fates.

You horned Citizens,
I call you as you are,
What cockolds could endure

Corrivalls thus to share?
Content I doe confess,
It is a Wittalls part,
Let nothing J have said,
pray strike you to the heart.

Farewell kinde 
Citizens,
all things but Horns are deare,
And no one may we thanke
but you, for this same geare.

A Challenge From KENT, And the Counties of Surrey, Sussex, Essex and Hertford-shire; TO The Citie of LONDON, for her treachery ready to be undone.

TAme, cowardly, Kuckoldly Citizens; that for your Treachery and Disloyalty are grown shameless before men; perjur'd before God, Traytors to your King; Robbers and murderers to your Countrey; a Reproch to your Religion, a dishonour to your Nation, and a hissing to the whole VVorld; the chief Protectors, upholders, and Abbetors of Traytors, Murderers, Theeves, and Schismaticks; and a Pay-master unto them that are over head and ears in Blood, Tyranny Rapine and Oppression; That have made London (once the Phaenix of the world, that burn'd in Loyall flames to Soveraignity, till it renew'd it's Honor with it's Age, and its Prosperity with its Peace; a Citie at unitie with it self, that fear'd God, honoured the King, were obediently governed by his Lawes, and became Rich and happy in all blessings whatsoever;) Till you with the superfluity of your Moneybagges have waged Traytors in Rebellion against your lawfull King, to the undoing of all the Kingdom; turned your Citie (once the Paragon of Beaut [...],) into the Pa [...] tern of Deformity; your Phaenix into an Owle, to be whooted at by all Nations, and made the crowne and Pride of England, (by your treachery) to be the Scare-crow, and scorn of the world.

WEE the long abused People of England, that now justly take up Arms to redeem our King, Religion, Lawes and Liberties of the Subject from the Tyranny and Arbytrary cruelties of a Factious and over-awing Prvalent Party; VVill and require you the Citizens of London (as you will recover your crack'd credits) to doe the like with all convenient speed; Else we shall doe our utmost to stop all Provisions from comming to your Citie; and use the uttermost of our indeavors to reduce both you and your Citie to the Obedience of his Majestie, and all criminaries whatsoever to the tryall of the knowne Lawes of the Land.

God save the King.

FINIS.

Printed in the Yeer,

when the city stincks for fear.

1648.

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