The Cities Loyaltie to
their KING.
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WHy kept your Train-Bands such a stirre?
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why sent you them by clusters,
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Then went unto Saint James's Parke,
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why took you then their musters?
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Why rid my Lord up Fleet-street,
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with Coaches at least twenty?
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And fill'd, they say, with Alddrmen,
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as good they had beene empty:
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London is a brave Towne,
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yet I their cases pitty,
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Their Maior and some few Aldermen,
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have cleane undone the City.
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The Prentices are gallant Blades,
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and to the King are clifty,
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But the Lord Maior and Aldermen,
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are scarce so wise as thrifty:
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Ile pray for the Apprentices,
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they to the King were hearty;
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For they have done all that they can,
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to advance their Soveraignes party:
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London, etc.
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What's now become of your brave Poyntz,
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and of your Generall Massey?
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If you Petition for a peace,
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these Gallants they will slash yee:
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Where now are all your Reformadoes,
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to Scotland gone together?
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'Twere better they were fairly trust,
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then they should bring them hither:
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London, etc.
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But if your Aldermen were false,
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or Glyn that's your Recorder,
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Let them never betray you more,
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but hang them up in order:
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All these men may be coacht as well
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as any other sinner
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Up Holborne, and ride forward still
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to Tyburne to their dinner:
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London, etc.
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Gond send the valiant Generall may
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restore the King to glory,
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Then that name I have honoured so,
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will famous be in story:
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Which if he doe not I much feare
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the ruine of the Nation,
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(And that I should be loth to see)
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his Houses desolation:
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London is a brave Towne,
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yet I their cases pitty,
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Their Maior and some few Aldermen
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have cleane undone the City.
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The MEMBERS Justi-
fication.
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DEn. Hollis is a gallant man,
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and was for them too crafty,
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What he pretended for the King,
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was for the Members safety:
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Sir Stapleton's a sterne brave boy,
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although his Spouse be courtly,
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He went to Yorke, and's labour lost,
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he could not bring Franck Wortley:
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The Parliament hath sitten close,
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as ere did Knight in saddle,
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For they have sitten full six yeares,
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and now their egges prove addle.
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Brave Fairfax did himselfe besiege
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poore Franke, and him hath undone,
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Yet lost more men in taking him,
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then he did taking London:
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Now whither is Will. Waller gone?
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to Sea with Prince Elector,
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Will he forsake his Lady so,
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and leave her no Protector?
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The Parliament, etc.
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Jack Maynard is a loyall blade,
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yet blind as any Beetle,
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He purchases the Bishops Lands,
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yet scarce can see Pauls steeple.
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Both Glyn and Harlow are for Wales,
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and Lewis for his Madams,
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These Brittaines will not change their bloods,
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with Noa's no scarce with Adams:
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The Parliament, etc.
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Clotworthy is a zealous man,
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yet hath his purse well lined;
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So hath Wat Long, yet he's we know
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religiously inclined:
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But Nichols is for Pluto's Court,
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in inquest of his Father,
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Or's Unckle Pym, and there he found,
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Strowd, Hambden, Pym, together:
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The Parliament, etc.
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These three have Pluto's Mercury sent,
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and wonder they prove such men,
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To make three Kingdomes one poor State,
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and doe it worse then Dutch-men:
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Their Synod now sits in great feare,
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and so does Jack Presbyter,
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That we shall have a King againe,
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and once more see a Miter:
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Yet they have sitten wondrous close,
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As ere did Knights in saddle,
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For they have sitten full seven yeeres,
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And now their Egges prove addle.
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