Poems Lyrique Macaronique Heroique :: :: University of Virginia Library

I th' name of Father Abraham, what are ye,
Disturb our Peace 'tis time for to beware Ye ---
But oh the Devils! here they come, they come!
The Children, run and cry out there's the Mumme.
Look here again! thus fly they to, and fro,
That Sucklings, Goblings ne're did fright Men so.

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Why what's the matter Friends? I hope that all's safe!
D'ye run away, b'instinct like Sir John Falstaffe,
And stare, and buffe, and puff, as if y' had been
Mauld, by th'unluckie Rogues in Kendall Green;
The Women, in such tirrits, and frights do goe,
Dame Quickly, near fear'd swagg'ring-Pistol so.

Why what should daunt 'em thus? with that, we turn us,
(For 'twas a thing, that might, in time, concern us)
When, half amaz'd, they cry out God save all!
The White thing yonder up against the wall—
Then—Lord have mercy on us! well! wee'l see,
What in the Name of God, these Devils be.
So, on we go; where appears (at first sight)
Ten Misbegotten-Slaves, in black and white,
Incarnate Devils, who (forsooth) are sent
From far, by the Infernal Parliament
To greet us here (but 'tis untowardly this)
Not (as St. Paul sayes) with a Holy Kisse.

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But here, these curst Embassaders of Hell,
Must sit and Judge the Tribes of Israel;
And such a Jury, none could e'ere devise,
Since first the Devil held his Grand Assize.

Say what these Monsters are? who can describe,
The several Species, of this Round-head Tribe—
But how comes Cheynel in amongst the rest,
Oth' Holy Sect? tis true, the Man's possest;
He'l make mad work, and sniv'ling Wilkinson
Why who? (the Devil) should send him for one?

But why should Harris be excluded thus?
He looks, for all the VVorld, like Æacus,
Or bearded Moses in an Ale Wifes Hall,
Joyn'd to the stories, of the Prodigal:
But 'twas oppos'd by th'Lower houses sense,
VVho thought, his Years, might use some Conscience.

Thus our blest Reformation comes from Them,
As Christ did, once, into Hierusalem,
Riding on Asses-Colts: Conspirators
Of Hellish-Mischiefs! Oxford's Visitors!
Pox on such Visits! could we but dispense
VVith this, wee'd Court the Plague, or Pestilence.

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All Souls look't to't, y' are Damn'd, and oh! God blesse us!
They'l dare, to lay their Violent hands on Jesus;
Christ Church (cause Militant they'l scourge with dread,
And Brazen Nose, though 'twere a Brazen-Head.
But oh! New Colledge, double Woe to You,
Their Zeal puts all down, yea the Sisters too,
And why? you Traytors hated, and the Oath,
To Covenant with Baal, and Ashtoroth
The Gods oth' Nations, and your better sense
Distinguish't Treason from Obedience.
Baliol shall fare the better being a Scot,
The Devil, look over Lincoln! Hood shal not!
Gods body! Corpus Christi do n't it please us,
Oriel shall down and Exceter by Jesus;
And let the Fellows know of Trinity,
VVe will reduce them to a Unity.

Curst Generation! wretched viperous Crew!
Mischief to All! oh! to your Mother too!
Ere such be our Reformers we'l be Damn'd?
So many Knaves, and shall not some be slamn'd?

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Gown-Men are privildg'd in such Causes; thus
Saint Paul did fight, with Beasts, at Ephesus.
So will the Pauls at Oxford, e're they'le be
Enslav'd, to Presbyterian Tyranny.
This is their rest, they suffer can no more,
Then Royal Martyr Charls hath done before:
He that lives best, a tedious life prorogues,
Ere I'le comply, I'le see you hang'd you Rogues!