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Poems on Affairs of State

I.

[Volume I.] From the time of Oliver Cromwell to the Abdication of K. James the Second.

II.

Vol. II. From The Reign of K. James the First, To this Present Year 1703.

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III.

VOL. III. From the Year 1640. to the Year 1704.

Satire upon Romish Confessors.

The Robber robb'd.

ODE. In Answer to the former.

A Preparative to Study:

A Dialogue between two Zealots, upon the Et cætera in the Oath.

Smectymnuus, or the Club-Divines.

Epitaph on the Earl of Strafford.

On the Death of K. Charles the First.

A Lenten Litany.

Satire on the Scots.

Satire upon the Dutch.

Vox & Lachrymæ Anglorum.

A New Ballad, call'd, The Chequer-Inn.

On King Charles the First's Statue.

A Ballad, call'd, The Hay-market Hectors.

A new Ballad, to an old Tune, call'd, I am the Duke of Norfolk, &c.

The Queen's Ball.

The D. of B's Litany.

Controversial Letters between a suppos'd Atheist, and J. D. Minister of --- in Surrey.

On the Marriage of the Prince and Princess of Orange.

The Lord Chancellor's Speech to the Parliament.

Satire on old Rowley.

D***by's Farewel.

To be written under the Dutchess of Portsmouth's Picture.

To the Tune of Joan Sanderson:

A Letter from the Duke of M---th to the King.

The King's Answer.

The Ghost of honest Tom Ross, to his Pupil the Duke of M***mouth.

A Poem on the Bishops throwing out the Bill of Exclusion.

A Familiar Epistle to Mr. Julian, Secretary to the Muses.

The Statesman's Almanack.

The Dissolution.

An Ironical Encomium on the unparallel'd Proceedings of the Incomparable Couple of Whiggish Walloons.

The Assembly of the Moderate Divines.

On Wi. Williams.

On my Lord Lin******n's Brother turning Roman Catholick.

On Sir Will. Jones, an Epitaph.

On the E. of D***by's Impeachment by the House of Commons, 1678.

Truth brought to Light:

Justice in Masquerade:

The Pope's Advice and Benediction to his Judg and Jury in Eutopia.

The Wolf-Justice.

A Caution to King Charles the Second from Forty One.

England's Court-Strumpets.

On the Monument upon Fish-street Hill.

A Westminster Wedding:

A Bill on the House of Commons Door, April the 15th, 1680.

The Respondent:

Elegy on Coleman.

News from Westminster.

The Downfal of the French Bitch, England's Metropolitan Strumpet, The three Nation's Grievance, The pickled pocky Whore, Rowley's Dalilah; all in a word, The damn'd dirty Dutchess.

The Obscure Prince,

Upon the Dispute in the Choice of Sheriffs, this Paper following was spread abroad, directed to the Worthy Citizens of London.

On Dr. Stil****fleet Dean of St. Paul's.

An Advertisement to a Protestant Grand-Jury.

Utrum horum mavis accipe.

The City's Advice to the King.

On Mun Doyly and Fleet Shepherd, Esquires.

A Stanza put on Westminster-Hall-Gate.

Enter Oliver's Porter, Fidler and Poet in Bedlam.

A Farewel to the Church of England.

To the Haters of Popery, by what Names or Titles soever dignify'd or distinguish'd.

To make a Catholick Pudding.

An Irish Prophecy.

A new Song upon the Hogen-Mogen.

A new Song on the Calling of a Free Parliament, Jan. 15, 1688/9.

Packington's Pound.

A Congratulatory Poem to his Royal Highness the Prince of Orange.

The Prince's Welcome to London.

A new Song of the French King's fear of an Orange.

Religious Relicks:

A new Protestant Litany.

The Hieroglyphick.

A Dialogue between Father Petre and the Devil.

The Rise and Fall of the Lord Chancellor.

A Letter to the Lord Chancellor.

Sir Thomas Jenner's Speech to his Wife and Children.

Popery pickled:

Tarquin and Tullia.

On the Promotion of Dr. T--- to the See of Ca---ry.

A Congratulatory Poem to King William, on his Return from Ireland, 1690, after the Battel of the Boyne.

The Pensioners.

Death and the Cobler:

Epitaphium in Vice-Comitem Dundee.

O Raree Show! O Pretty Show! Or, The City-Feast.

Answer to a Poem intitled, A Panegyrick, written in the Year 1691/2,

Upon a Medal, whereon two Names were interwoven.

P. of O's Atchievements in Flanders, in the Years 91 and 92.

On the Death of the Late Queen.

On the Death of the Queen.

The Weasel uncas'd, or the In and Outside of a Priest drawn to the Life.

England's late Jury.

A new Ballad, call'd, The Brawny Bishop's Complaint.

On the Death of the Queen and Marshal Luxemburgh.

On the Report of King James's sending a Plenipotentiary to the Treaty of Ryswick.

To the Earl of Portland, on his Embassy to France.

Upon the burning of White-hall, Jan. 4. 1697/8.

Another Version of the same.

A new Answer to an Argument against a Standing-Army.

On the Death of Mr. Dryden.

On the Death of the Duke of Glocester.

Dialogue between the Ghost of Capt. Kidd, and a Kid-napper.

A Congratulatory Poem to the Right Honourable Sir E. S. &c.

The Negative Prophecy, found under the Ruins of Whitehall.

Occasional Conformity.

A Consultation of the Bishops.

Prologue to the Musick-meeting in York-buildings.

Verses written last Summer at Althrop by the Lord Hallifax,

Upon the same Subject;

On the Duke of Savoy's declaring against France.

The Witchcraft.

Orpheus and Margarita.

The Austrian Eagle.

The Prologue, by way of Dialogue, between Heraclitus Ridens, the Observator, and his Country-man.

The Epilogue upon the Observator.

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A Prologue sent to Mr. Row, to his new Play, call'd, The Fair Penitent.

Epilogue to the Ladies,

Spoken by the Genius of England.

Prologue spoken at Court before the Queen, on Her Majesty's Birth-day, 1703/4.

The History and Fall of the Conformity-Bill.

Lackworth's Lively Character.

The Old Man's Wish.

On the Countess of Dorch***er.

The Petition of the distress'd Merchants of London, to the Lord High Treasurer, against the Commissioners of the Customs.

The Way to Heaven in a String:

Tofts and Margarita.

The Rising Sun:

IV.

VOL. IV. From 1620. to this present Year 1707.

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But what is it that Poets cannot do,
Caress'd by Us, and so extol'd by You?
T' encourage MERIT nobly you disdain,
It is pedantick, and below your Vein:
And faith, to tell the Truth, We love our Gain.
As with the Saints, so 'tis, we find, with You,
For here, alas! th'Elect are very few,
And those without your Reason, by your Will sav'd too.
The less of proper Merit they can boast,
The more secure they are from being lost.