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The Resolution. 1642.
1
Ask me no more why there appearsDaily such troops of Dragoneers,
Since it is requisite you know
They rob cum Privilegio.
2
Ask me not why the Gaole confinesOur Hierarchy of best Divines,
Since 'twas allow'd by full consent,
The Priviledge of Parliament.
3
Ask me no more why from BlackwallSuch tumults come unto White-hall,
Since some in Parliament agree,
Tis for the Subjects Liberty.
4
Ask me not why to London comesSo many Muskets, Pikes, and Drums,
So that we fear they'l never cease,
'Tis to procure the Kingdoms Peace.
5
Ask me no more why little FinchFrom Parliament began to flinch,
Since such as dare to Hawk and Kings,
May easily clip a Finches wings.
6
Ask me no more why Strafford's dead,Or why they aim'd so at his head;
8
'Tis thought he was too wise to live.
7
Ask me no more where's all the PlateBrought in at such an easie rate,
It to the owners back they'l bring,
In case it fall not to the King.
8
Ask me not why the House delightsNot in our two wise Kentish Knights,
Their Counsels never were thought good,
Because they were not understood.
9
Ask me no more why Livesey goesTo ceaze all rich men as his foes,
Whilst Countrey Farmers sigh and sob,
Yeomen may beg when Knights do rob.
10
Ask me no more by what strange slightLondon's Lord Major was made a Knight,
Since there's a strength sprung out of war,
That can at once both make and mar.
11
Ask me no more why in this ageI sing so free without a cage,
My answer is, I need not fear,
All England doth the burthen bear.
12
Ask me no more (for I grow dull)Why Hotham keeps the Town of Hull,
9
All things are thus when Kings do fall.
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