Pyms Juncto.
TRuth I could chide you, Sirs, why how so late?
My watch speaks eight, and not one pin o'th State
As yet undone? can such remissenes fit
Your active spirits, or my hellish wit?
Each step the Sun amounts to heavens crown
(Whiles
Pym comands) must see a kingdom down.
I'm sure you have spurs enough to make you run,
Guilt hopes, crackt fortunes, & the ils y've done.
Thus whylome seated was, great
James his heire
Just as you see me now i'th Kingdoms chair.
There the great
Seal, there
Richmond, Hartford sat,
There
Marshal, Dorset, Bristols temperate pate,
But there sat
Pembrock life of loyalty,
There
Holland flower of fidelity.
We are no lesse then
Charles in power and state,
You are our
juncto now, as his of late.
Here sits
Kimbolton, holy Say and
Seal,
With
Wharton, Warwick, Brooks inspired zeal:
Strood, Hampden, Hollis, Haslerig
bold spirits,
Fynes, Martin, Ludlow, vain unmatched weights:
But there
Church-elder White, religious
Beard,
There sits abomination, statest
Peard:
Charles bide at
Oxford
[...]hy
Crown
[...]hat pretty
thing
We must most humbly be at
London King.
But what's the businesse of the
House to day?
How speaks my notes?
Commissions of
Array.
The ninteen
Propositions to be sc
[...]n'd
A second time,
Manchestets trained Band:
Letters from
Tristram, Whitcum, and from
Hull,
From
Amsterdam, the
Admirall, how full
Of high concernments are we? Sirs advise
How we most warily may play our prize:
I do conceive it must be our first play
(Be't right or wrong) by
vote to damne th'
Aray.
If ever that take footing, or advance,
Farewell
Militia, and our Ordinance.
What will the appearance be d'ye think? yet stay
Who dares our leading votes, by votes gainsay?
Should any haughty spirits presume so far,
What serves the Tower for then? or what the bar?
But if we see the businesse will not bend
As may be most conducing to our end
By some fine way, it must be our next plot
To put it off, and a new time alot
And just jump for our turne: some letters shall
From
Whitcombe, Hotham, and our Admirall,
(Though forged in truth) be interposed and read,
To spend the time, and maze the peoples head.
If the next day, we yet suspect to finde
Such whose just consciences can't be inclinde
To be made vassalls, to our desperate s
[...]nse
It is easie to procure a conference
Which shall out spin the leasure of the morn,
Then weel resume the House, and so adjourne
Till five at night, the moderate (wearied thus)
Will quit their seats, and leave here none but us:
There's president for that, this was the feat
That pluckt the Bishops from the Barons seat.
This wrought good orders, many & many a vote,
This Art must my Disciples get by rote.
But if the Accommodation chance to spring
Into debate, your whole Artillery bring,
And lay that flat: that calm'd, my Genious starts
With feare, to finde i'th House too loyall hearts:
Seem (though) we must teeth outward to comply
And humbly kisse the feet of Majesty:
Yet live we can't, unles, obedience dead,
Nor stand else where, but on the Kingdoms head.
Calms proper are for guiltlesse sons of peace,
Our vessells bear best out in troubled seas.
Charles must not reigne secure, whilst rules a
Pym.
The Sun if rise wi
[...]h us, must set with him:
You have our pleasure, which let be exprest
To
Pemhrock, Stamford, Roberts, and the rest,
Bid
Essex, Piercy, and the
quandam groom
O'th stool a wait us in the painted room.
Some of you subtily may in Cottens walk,
Sit and allure affections by your talke;
'Twill be a worke worthy your nimblest wit.
To gain the Divell and us a Proselite:
So, to your businesse, yet ere you be gon,
Take this advice, then blessings light upon
Your nimble pates, first be you sure you shroud
Your darke designes in a religious cloud.
Gods glory, Churches good, King head, suprem,
A preaching Ministery must be your theam;
Next structure of you Babell, to be built,
Must speciously be varnisht o're and guilt,
With liberties and proper
[...]y of lives
And fortune▪ 'gainst high stretcht prerogatives,
And then a speech or two is fitly spent
For rights and priviledges of Parliament.
These two well mixt you'l need no other lures
To gain the people, and to make them yours:
If
Charles displeased, with some witty tart
Message (and justly too) shall make you start,
Saying, y'ave put him to his guard, be sure
You then cry loud enough, and first cry whore
War rais'd against the Parliament, and great
Hindrance of the Irish aid, and strong abet
Unto the Rebels, then if any thing
You have may blast the honour of the King,
Be't nere so bad, no matter from what hand,
We'le vote it true, and then believe command.
But on your memories Ile impose no more,
You cannot misse the way when I'm before.
Rise
Cincua, Scillae, Marius, Graccus ghosts,
And thou worst
Cataline, with all thine hosts
Romes greatest earthquake, and this little trunk
Makes with your desperate spirits, deeply drunk
Up from your drowsie urnes, the ghosts of those
(My Ancestors) that
Richard did depose.
Drop fresh into my breast, my soule inspire,
And strongly actuate me with your fire.
That these thus mixt with my malicious gall,
Mine may with theirs fully possesse you all:
Go, and exceed the mischiefes as much more
As theirs did all ire attempts which were before
Act past example, that it may be known
You copied no example but your own:
And if in after times when silently
We sleep, another firebrand chance to be,
'Twill be chiefe crown, and glory unto him
To say he scap'd his plots like you and
Pym.
Finis.
Oxford, Printed for Wil. Web. 1643.