A
Prophetick LAMPOON, Made Anno 1659.
By his Grace George Duke of Buckingham:
Relating to what would happen to the GOVERNMENT
under KING CHARLES II.
To the Tune Which nobody can deny.
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WHen Plate was at Pawn, and the Fob at an ebb,
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And the Spider might weave in our Stomacks its webb,
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Our Stomacks as empty as Brain,
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Then CHARLES without Acre, made a Vow to his Maker,
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If e're he saw England again:
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I'le have a Religion, all of mine own,
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Whether Papist, or Protestant, shall not be known,
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But if it prove troublesome, I will have none.
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I'le have a fine Parliament, alwayes to friend,
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Shall fit me with Treasure, as fast as I spend,
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And if they will not, they shall have an end.
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I'le have as good Bishops as e're made with hands,
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With Consciences flexible to my Commands,
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And if they will not, I'le have all their Lands.
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I'le have a fine Chancellor shall bear all the sway,
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But if they do murmure, I'le take him away,
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Yet bring him back agen as soon as I may.
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I'le have a Privy Council shall alwayes sit still,
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I'le have a fine Juncto shall do what they will,
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I'le have two fine Secretary's piss thro a Quill.
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I'le have a Privy Purse without controwle,
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Shall alwayes wink when my Revenue is stole,
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If any be question'd, I'le answer the whole.
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I'le have a New London, instead of the Old,
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With wide Streets, and uniform to my own Mold,
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And if they build too fast, I'le soon make them hold.
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I'le have a fine Son, in making tho marr'd,
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Shall Reign, if not o're my Kingdoms, o're my Guard,
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And shall Successor be, if not to me, to Gerrard.
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But what'ere it cost me, I'le have a fine Whore,
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As Bold as Alice Pierce, as Fine as Jane Shore,
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And when I am weary of her, I'le have more.
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My Pimp I'le make my Minister Primeir,
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My Band shall Ambassadors send far and near,
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My Wench shall dispose of my Conge Deleir.
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I'le have a fine Pond, with a pretty Decoy,
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Where the Ducks and the Drakes, shall their Freedom enjoy,
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And in their own Language, quack Vive le Roy.
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