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HEN we reflect what desolation
Our absence causes to the nation
We could not hold ourself exempted
From any thing to be attempted;
Whereby our subjects, well beguild,
May to our yoke be reconcil'd.
Be all assur'd both whig and tory, ,
If for past faults you can be sorry,
You ne'er shall know what we'll do for you.
For 'tis our noble' resolution
To do more for your constitution,
Than e'er we'll put in execution.
Though some before us made a pother,
England had never such another,
No, not our own renown'd dear brother.
We have it set before our eyes,
That our main interest wholly lies
In managing with such disguise,
As leaves no room for jealousies.
And, to encourage foes and friends,
With hearts and hands, to serve our ends,
We hereby publish and declare,
(And this we do, because we dare)
That, to evince we are not sullen,
We'll bury all past faults in woollen :
By which you may perceive we draw
Our wise resolves from statute-law.
And therefore by this declaration
We promise pardon to the nation,
Excepting only whom we may please,
Whether they be on land or seas.
And further, bloodshed to prevent,
We here declare our self content
To heap as large reward on all,
That help to bring us to Whitehall,
As ever did our brother dear,
At his return, on Cavalier ;
Or we, to our immortal glory,
Conferr'd on non-resisting Tory.
Then be assur'd, the first fair weather,
We'll call a parliament together,
(Chuse right or wrong, no matter whether)
Where with united inclination
We'll bring the interest of the nation
Under our own adjudication:
With whose concurrence, we'll redress
What we ourself think grievances.
All shall be firm as words can make it :
And, if we promise, what can shake it?
As for your church, we'll still defend it;
Or, if you please, the pope shall mend it.
Your chapels, colleges, and schools,
Shall be supply'd with your own tools :
But, if we live another summer,
We'll.then relieve'em from St. Omer.
Next for a liberty of conscience,
With which we bit the nation long since ;
We'll settle it as firm and steady,
As that perhaps you have already.
We'll never violate the test,
'Till 'tis our royal interest;
Or till we think it so at least,
But there we must consult the priest.
And as for the dispensing power,
(Of princes crowns, the sweetest flower)
That parliament shall so explain it,
As we in peace may still maintain it.
If other acts shall be presented,
We'll pass them all, and be contented:
Whatever laws receiv'd their fashion
Under the present usurpation,
Shall have our gracious confirmation,
Provided still we see occasion.
Our brother's Irish settling act
(Which we, 'tis true, repeal'd in fact)
We'll be contented to restore,
If you'll provide for Teague before:
For you yourselves shall have the glory
To re-establish wand'ring Tory.
But now you have so fair a bidder,
"Tis more than time
you should consider,
What funds are proper to supply us
For that, and what your hearths save by us.
Therefore consult your Polyhymne,
To find another rhyme to chimney;
Or, if I bleed, the devil's in me,
And, lest a project, in its prime,
Should be destroy'd for want of time,
We'll soon refer the whole amount
To your commissioners of account,
Thus having tortur'd our invention,
To frame a draught of our intention,
By the advice of Hun ton,
Wise Ely, Fck, and Tom De
And of all ranks some fifty-one :
Who have adjusted for our coining,
All gimcracks fit for such a mumming :
And 'tis their business to persuade you,
We come to succour, not invade you.
But after this we think it nonsense ;
Besides it is against our conscience,
To trouble you with a relation
Of tyranny and violation,
Or burdens that oppress the nation.
Since you can make the best construction,
turn to your destruction.
But since our enemies wou'd fright you,
Telling our debt to France is mighty;
As positively we assure you,
As if we swore before a jury;
That he expects no compensation,
But what he gains in reputation
For helping in our restoration.
And all must own, that know his story,
How far bis interest stoops to glory:
Whose generosity is such,
We doubt not he'll out-do the Dutch.
We only add, that we are come
By trumpet's sound, and beat of drum,
For our just title's vindication,
And liberty's corroboration.
So may we ever find success,
As we design you nothing less,
Than what you owe to old QUEEN BESS.
Honourable House for Redress of Grievances.
BY ONE OF THE CAMP CHAPLAINS. London: Printed for the use of the Petitioners; and sold by Thomas Ranew, in Fleet-street, near Temple Bar. 1693. Quarto, containing four Pages.
SINCE the ladies 'gainst men
Have to paper put pen,
By way of most humble petition,
In hope your good pleasure
Will once be at leisure
To mend their now scurvy condition.
And since you allow
That impertinent crew, Your patience to weary and vex,
With a thing of no moment,
That has small weight, or none in't, But's as idle and light as their sex.
We, humble famelicks,
In plain English, chaplains domestick;
To make known our grievance
For you to relieve once, On your door do our earnest request stick,
4. Viz. Be it enacted,
That as we've contracted, Our salaries may be paid us,
That when we're dismiss'd ill,
We may not go whistle,
As an ord’nary footman or maid does.
For as to the land all,
It will be a scandal
To see sons of Levi go thread-bare;
Even so to be sure,
If the pastor is poor,
His flock will ne'er greet him with head bare.
Next, when we've said grace,
Let's at table have place,
And not sculk
among the waiters, Or come in with the fruit
To give thanks, and sneak out,
To dine upon half empty platters.
But besides store of dishes
(One part of our wishes) To fortify maw sacerdotal,
And leave to be drunk,
We humbly desire you to vote all.
Item, pray make us able
To command steed in stable,
When we are dispos'd ad ridendum ;
And, if we want boots,
Whips, spurs, or sartoots,
Oblige surly groom straight to lend them.
Ņor let our great patrons,
Or their ruling matrons,
Read the butlers a juniper lecture,
If sometimes they pass
To our hands a stol'n glass,
Or some little orts of confecture.
When long we have serv'd,
And preferment deserv'd,
Let's not miss of our just expectations,
By every fop's letter
For his friend, that's no better,
Or our patron's more blockhead relations.
For 'tis cause of grieving
To see a good living,
Which our thoughts had long been fix'd on,
Be giv'n to a wigeon
With no more religion,
And learning much less than his sexton.
Nor yet let matrimony,
The worst sort of simony, Be the price of our presentation;
Nor to wed a cast mistress
When she's in great distress; Our requisite qualification.
And if?t be our chance
To serve against France,
At sea, on the Rhine, or in Flanders;
We earnestly sue t'ye,
That exempt from all duty, We may dine with our pious commanders.
14. Then brandy good store,
With several things more, Which we sons o'th' church have a right in;
But chiefly w' intreat,
You'll never forget, To excuse us from preaching and fighting.