A Free-Parliament-Letany.
To the tune of An old Souldier of the Queenes.
1
MOre Ballades;—
here's a spick - & - span new Supplication;
By Order
of a Committee for the Reformation
To be read in all Churches, and Chappels of this Nation,
Upon pain of Slavery, and Sequestration
From
Fooles, and
Knaves, in our
Parl'ament Free Libera nos Domine.
2
From those that ha'
more Religion, &
lesse Conscience, then their fellows:
From a
Representative, that's
fearfull, &
jealous;
From a
starting Jadish people, that is troubled with the
yellows
And a
Priest that
blowes the cole—(a Turd in the Bellows)
From Fooles, & Knaves, &c.
3
From
Shepheards, that leade their
Flocks into the
Briers;
And then,
Fleece 'um.—From
Vow-breakers, &
King-tryers:
—Of
Church - and
Crown-Lands from both
Sellers, and Buyers:
From the
Children of him, that's the
Father of
Lyars.
From Fooles, & Knaves, &c.
4
From the
Doctrine, and
Discipline of
Sedgewick
now, and anon;Preserve
us, & our
wives: from
John a Nokes
John T, & Saint
John a Stiles
John
Like Master, like
Man, every way but one:
The
Master ha's a
large conscience, and the
Man, ha's
none.
From Foooles, and Knaves, &c.
5
From
Major - Generalls, - Army - Officers; and that
Phanatique crewe:
From the
Parboyl'd Pimp Scot; - and from
Goodface the
Iewe:
From old Mildmay, that in Cheapside mistook his
Repulsed by a Citizens wife
QueüeAnd from him that w'ont
Pledge—
give the Devil hi
[...] due,
From Fooles, & Knaves, &c.
6
From longwinded speeches, and not a wise word,
From a Gospell-Minstry settled
by th' sword
From the Act
of a Rump,
that stinks
whent 't is stirr'd;
From a Knight of the Post,
and a Cobbling Lord.
7.
From Fooles. and Knaves, &c.
From all the
rich people that ha' made
us poore;
From a
Speaker that creepes to the
House by a
Backdore:
From that-
Badger Robinson, (that
limps, and bites sore:)
And that dog in a doublet Arthur,—
that will do so no more.
From Fooles, and Knaves, &c.
8
From a certaine
Sly Knave with a
beastly name:
From a
Parl'ment that's
wilde, and a
people, that's
tame:
From
Skippon, Titchbourne, Ireton,—and another of the
Game;
From a
Dunghill Cock, and a
Hen of the
Same
From Fooles, and Knaves, &c.
9
From all those that sate in the
High Court of
Justice;
From
Ʋsurpers, that stile themselves the
Peoples Trustees:
From an
old Rump, in which neither
Profit nor
Gust is;
And from the
recov'ry of that which now in the
dust is.
From Fooles, and Knaves, &c.
10
From a
Back sliding Saint, that pretends t'
Acquicesce;
From
crossing of
Proverbs (let 'um
Hang that
confesse)
From a
Sniveling cause, in a
Pontificall dresse:
And two
Jacks both
Lawyer's, with the Devill, and his Damm in a messe.
From Fooles, and Knaves, &c.
11
From those that
trouble the waters, to mend the
Fishing;
And fight the
Lords' Battels, under th'
Devils Commission:
Such as
eate up the
Nation, while the
Goverment's a
dishing
And from a people when it should be
doing, stands
wishing.
From Fooles, and Knaves, &c.
12
From an
ever lasting
mock - Parliament;— and from
none;
From Strafford's old freinds;—Harry, Jack,
and John
From the Solliciters' Wolfe-Lawe, deliver our King's sonne;
And from the Resurrection
of the Rump
that is dead, and gone.
From
Fooles, and
Knaves, &c.
13
From
Forreigne invasion, and
Commotions at
home;
From our
present distraction, and from
worse to
come:
From the
same hand again; Smectymnuns or the
Bumme,
And from taking
Geneva in our way to
Rome.
From Fooles, and Knaves, &c.
14
From a Hundred thousand pound Tax,
to maintaine Knaves and Whores:
(But it is well giv'n,
to these,
that turn'd those
out of dores)
From undoing
our selves, in Plastring old-fores;
He that set them aworke, let him pay their scores.
From
Fooles, and
Knaves, &c.
15.
From
Saints, and
Tender-Consciences in
Buff.
From Mounson in a Fome; and
Has
[...]erigg in a Hoff;
From both
men and
women that think they never have
enough.
And from a
Fools Head that looks through a
Chaine and a
Ruff.
From Fooles, and Knaves, &c.
16.
From those that would divide the
Gen'rall and the
City:
From
Harry Martins Whore, that was neither
Sound nor
Pretty.
From a
Faction, that ha's neither
Braine, nor
Pitty;
From the
Mercy of a
Phanatique Committee.
From Fools, and Knaves, &c.
17.
Preserve us Good Heaven from entrusting those
That ha'
much to
get, and little to Loose:
That
Murther'd the
Father, and the
Son would
depose.
(Sure they can't be
our Friends, that are their
Countrys Fooes.
From Foole, and Knaves, &c.
18.
From
Bradshaws Presumption, and from
Hoyle's Despaires,
From Rotten Members; blind Guides; Preaching Aldermen; and false May'rs.
From
Long Knives, Long Eares, Long Parliaments, and Long Praye'rs.
In mercy to this Nation,—
Deliver us and our Heirs.
From Fooles, and Knaves, &c.
Libera nos Domine.
FINIS.