The Cavaleers Letany.
FRom Pardons, which extend to Woods,
Entitle Theeves to keep our Goods,
Forgive our Rents, as well as Bloods,
God bless, &c.
From Judges, who award that none
Of our Oppressours should attone,
(The Losses, sure, were not their own,)
God bless, &c.
From Christians which can soon forget
Our Injuries, but not one bit
Of Self concernment would remit,
God bless, &c.
From Duresse, and their dolefull tale,
Who, famisht by a Lawless sale,
Compounded it for Cakes, and Ale,
God bless, &c.
From Persons still to tread the Stage,
Who did the Drudgeries of our Age,
(Such Counsells are, I fear, too sage,)
God bless, &c.
From Maximes, which (to make all sure,)
With great Rewards, the bad allure,
'Cause of the good they are secure,
God bless, &c.
From Cunning Gamesters, who, (they say)
Are sure to winne, what-ere they play,
In
April, Lambert; Charles, in
May,
God bless, &c.
From Neuters, and their leven'd Lump,
Who name the King, and mean the Rump,
Or care not much what Card is Trump,
God bless, &c.
From Midnight-birds, wholye at catch,
Some Plume, from Monarchy, to snatch,
And from fond Youths, that cannot watch,
God bless, &c.
From Brethren, who must still dissent,
Whose froward Gospell brooks no Lent,
And who recant, but n'ere repent,
God bless, &c.
From Levites, void of Truth, and Shame,
Who, to the Time, their Pulpits frame,
And keep the Style, but change the Name,
God bless, &c.
From Men by heynous Crimes made rich,
Who,(though their Hopes are in the ditch,)
Have still th' old Fornicatours Itch,
God bless, &c.
From such as freely paid th' Arrears
Of the State Troops, for many years,
But grudge one Tax for Cavaleers,
Godbless, &c.
The Second Part.
A Crown of Gold without allay,
Not Here provided for one Day,
But fram'd above, to last for aye,
God send, &c.
A Queen, to fill the Empty Place,
And multiply His Noble Race,
Wee all beseech the Throne of Grace,
To send, &c.
A People still, as true, and kind,
As late, (when, for their King, they pin'd,)
Not fickle, as the Tide, or Wind,
God send, &c.
A Fleet, like That in Fifty three,
To re-assert our Power at Sea,
And make proud
Flemings bend their Knee,
God send, &c.
Full Magazines, and Cash in store,
That such as wrought His Fate before,
May hope to do the same no more,
God send, &c.
A searching Judgement, to divine
Of Persons, whether they do joyn
For Love, for Fear, or for Design,
God send, &c.
A well-complexioned Parliament,
That shall (like Englishmen) resent
What Loyal Subjects underwent,
God send, &c.
Review of Statutes, lately past,
Made in such heat, pen'd in such hast,
That all Events were not forecast,
God send, &c.
Dispatch of Businesse, Lawes upright,
And favour, where it stands with right,
(Be their Purses n'ere so light,)
God send, &c.
A Raven, to supply their Need,
Whose Martyrdom (like Noble-seed)
Sprung up, at length, and choak't the Weed,
God send, &c.
The King, and Kingdoms Debts defray'd,
And Those of Honest men well pay'd,
To which their Vertue them betray'd,
God send, &c.
Increase of Customes to the King,
May our increase of Traffick bring,
'Tis That will make the People sing,
Long live, &c.