Pyms Juncto.
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TRuth I could chide you, Sirs, why how so late?
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My watch speaks eight, and not one pin oth State
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As yet undone? can such remissenes fit
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Your active spirits, or my hellish wit?
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Each step the Sun amounts to heavens crown
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(Whiles Pym comands) must see a kingdom down.
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Im sure you have spurs enough to make you run,
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Guilt hopes, crackt fortunes, & the ils yve done.
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Thus whylome seated was, great James his heire
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Just as you see me now ith Kingdoms chair.
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There the great Seal, there Richmond, Hartford sat,
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There Marshal, Dorset, Bristols temperate pate,
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But there sat Pembrock life of loyalty,
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There Holland flower of fidelity.
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We are no lesse then Charles in power and state,
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You are our juncto now, as his of late.
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Here sits Kimbolton, holy Say and Seal,
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With Wharton, Warwick, Brooks inspired zeal:
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Strood, Hampden, Hollis, Haslerig bold spirits,
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Fynes, Martin, Ludlow, vain unmatched weights:
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But there Church-elder White, religious Beard,
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There sits abomination, statest Peard:
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Charles bide at Oxford thy Crown, that pretty thing
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We must most humbly be at London King.
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But whats the businesse of the House to day?
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How speaks my notes? Commissions of Array.
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The ninteen Propositions to be scand
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A second time, Manchestets trained Band:
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Letters from Tristram, Whitcum, and from Hull,
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From Amsterdam, the Admirall, how full
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Of high concernments are we? Sirs advise
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How we most warily may play our prize:
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I do conceive it must be our first play
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(Bet right or wrong) by vote to damne th Aray.
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If ever that take footing, or advance,
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Farewell Militia, and our Ordinance.
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What will the appearance be dye think? yet stay
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Who dares our leading votes, by votes gainsay?
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Should any haughty spirits presume so far,
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What serves the Tower for then? or what the bar?
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But if we see the businesse will not bend
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As may be most conducing to our end
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By some fine way, it must be our next plot
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To put it off, and a new time alot
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And just jump for our turne: some letters shall
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From Whitcombe, Hotham, and our Admirall,
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(Though forged in truth) be interposed and read,
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To spend the time, and maze the peoples head.
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If the next day, we yet suspect to finde
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Such whose just consciences cant be inclinde
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To be made vassalls, to our desperate sense
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It is easie to procure a conference
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Which shall out spin the leasure of the morn,
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Then weel resume the House, and so adjourne
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Till five at night, the moderate (wearied thus)
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Will quit their seats, and leave here none but us:
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Theres president for that, this was the feat
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That pluckt the Bishops from the Barons seat.
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This wrought good orders, many & many a vote,
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This Art must my Disciples get by rote.
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But if the Accomodation chance to spring
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Into debate, your whole Artillery bring,
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And lay that flat: that calmd, my Genious starts
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with feare, to finde ith House too loyall hearts:
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Seem (though) we must teeth outward to comply
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And humbly kisse the feet of Majesty:
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Yet live we cant, unles, obedience dead,
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Nor stand elsewhere, but on the Kingdoms head.
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Calms proper are for guiltlesse sons of peace,
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Our vessells bear best out in troubled seas.
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Charles must not reigne secure, whilst rules a Pym,
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The Sun if rise with us, must set with him;
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You have our pleasure, which let be exprest
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To Pemhrock, Stamford, Roberts, and the rest,
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Bid Essex, Piercy, and the quandam groom
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O th stool await us in the painted room.
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Some of you subtily may in Cottens walk,
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Sit and allure affections by your talke;
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Twill be a worke worthy your nimblest wit,
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To gain the Divell and us a Proselite:
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So, to your businesse,yet ere you be gon,
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Take this advice, then blessings light upon
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Your nimble pates, first be you sure you shroud
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Your darke designes in a religious cloud.
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Gods glory, Churches good, King head, suprem,
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A preaching Ministery must be your theam;
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Next structure of your Babell, to be built,
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Must speciously be varnisht ore and guilt,
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With liberties and property of lives
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And fortune, gainst high stretcht prerogatives,
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And then a speech or two is fitly spent
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For rights and priviledges of Parliament.
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These two well mixt youl need no other lures
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To gain the people, and so make them yours:
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If Charles displeased, with some witty tart
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Message (and justly too) shall make you start,
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Saying, yave put him to his guard, be sure
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You then cry loud enough, and first cry whore
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War raisd against the Parliament, and great
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Hindrance of the Irish aid, and strong abet
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Unto the Rebels, then if any thing
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You have may blast the honour of the King,
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Bet nere so bad, no matter from what hand,
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Wele vote it true, and then believe command.
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But on your memories Ile impose no more,
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You cannot misse the way when Im before.
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Rise Cincua, Scilla, Marius, Graccus ghosts,
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And thou worst Cataline, with all thine hosts
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Romes greatest earthquake, and this little trunk
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Makes with your desperate spirits, deeply drunk:
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Up from your drowsie urnes, the ghosts of those
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(My Ancestors) that Richard did depose.
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Drop fresh into my breast, my soule inspire,
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And strongly actuate me with your fire.
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That these thus mixt with my malicious gall,
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Mine may with theirs fully possesse you all:
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Go, and exceed the mischiefes as much more
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As theirs did all ire attempts which were before
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Act past example, that it may be known
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You copied no example but your own:
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And if in after times when silently
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We sleep, another firebrand chance to be,
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Twill be chiefe crown, and glory unto him
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To say he scapd his plots like you and Pym.
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