A Common Observation upon these TIMES.
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AS I about the towne did walke,
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I heard the People how they talke,
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Of the brave Parliament.
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Some praise the Lords, and some the Scots,
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Some thinke that they have further plots,
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Some blame the Government.
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Cause Oxford Lords can sweare and rore,
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And breake a Lance halfe broke before,
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They talke of mighty Fights.
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But when they come to Leshlyes hand,
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Hee made them quickly understand,
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They were but Carpet Knights.
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The Calvinists may plainly see,
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That all election now is free,
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Yet Schismaticks complaine:
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Though Canterbury to their Face,
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Hath prov'd a Man may fall from grace,
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And never rise againe.
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Poore Prin and Bastwick now appeares,
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And Osbaston may shew his Eares,
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The Justice being knowne:
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Of that high Court where plannets rul'd,
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Who too long had the World befoold,
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With knavery of their owne.
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Yet some of them did keepe a stir,
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And said they onely did concur,
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With those were wiser knowne.
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Twas Rhetorcick betraid their eares,
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And he hath none Long Philip sweares,
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Were it to save his owne.
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Thom Trevor made a just complaint,
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That he in Lawes was ignorant,
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How far they would encroach:
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But Spanish Franck cannot say so,
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Nor some tunns else that I do know,
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Which are not yet abroach.
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There is a new Lord Keeper in,
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And for to pray can be no sinne,
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To keepe his Conscience free:
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And not grow greazy like his Purse,
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Who had no Wife to make him worse,
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As had old Coventrey,
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Our Secretary knavery,
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Hath left his Brother Vanity,
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Who is of prattle full:
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And yet he could not find a speech,
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For to protect the Reverend Breech,
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Of Tom the great Mogull.
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Some say her joyncture made the Queene,
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So oft at Westminster to be seene,
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Though Carlile shew her Face,
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To steele the forehead of that Lord,
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For whom the State proclam'd accord,
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More proper then such grace.
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And Heath they say might safely sweare,
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He never did a bribe forbeare,
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Whatere was the condition;
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When he was judge with theeves he shard,
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And yet tis knowne that he was spard,
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His sonne brought the Petition.
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Although that Goring have a stroke,
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In tavernes and the Indian smoke,
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Let Dorset scape for one.
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Though he approves of Venus play,
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I never yet heard mortall say,
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He lov'd the Whore of Rome.
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The Popes did never keepe such stirs,
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As his late Grace and Officers,
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For every small offence.
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For Venery was in their dayes,
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Which I remember to their praise,
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at most but sixteene pence.
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Let Arundell be punisht then,
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That plagud all were not Gentlemen,
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Which makes me much affraid.
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That he or his Posteritee,
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Will prove as poore as thee or mee,
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When all his debts be paid.
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Our Churches now are purged cleane,
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From Prelats, Chapters, and the Deane,
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Who long have liv'd like Hogs.
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God gave no Warrants for such toyes,
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Nor can he but abhor the noise,
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they made like masty Doggs.
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Will the German may rejoyce,
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To heare that Mal that hath such choise,
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Doth place him by her side.
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Nor can the State be counted free,
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Unlesse they set up Monarthy,
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to gratifie the Bride.
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Here is no roome for Conaway,
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Nor many more that run away,
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Of pardon that dispaire:
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Nor Hopton that no charge refus'd
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Who hath already beene abus'd,
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Sufficient for his share.
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I may be thought an Heritick,
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Although I speake it in this fit,
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I sinne in that and wine.
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Because I creepe not to the Cope,
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But hold the Bishops from the Pope,
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But not by right Divine.
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If that the House continues still,
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To punish those that have done ill,
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and these our warres doe cease.
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The purer sort ile celebrate,
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To whom I owe both Life and State,
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I say God send us peace:
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