501:01,000[' ]| 501:01,000[' ]| 501:01,000[' ]| 501:01,000[' ]| 501:01,000[' ]| 501:01,000[' ]| 501:01,000[' ]| <1.> 501:01,001[A ]| The day is broke! Melpomene, begone; 501:01,002[A ]| Hag of my fancy, let me now alone; 501:01,003[A ]| Nightmare my soul no$2$ more; go take thy flight 501:01,004[A ]| Where traitors' ghosts keep an eternal night; 501:01,005[A ]| Flee to$4$ Mount Caucasus and bear thy part 501:01,006[A ]| With the black fowl that$6#1$ tears Prometheus' heart 501:01,007[A ]| For$4$ his bold sacrilege; go fetch the groans 501:01,008[A ]| Of defunct tyrants, with them croak thy tones. 501:01,009[A ]| Go see Alecto with her flaming whip, 501:01,010[A ]| How she firks Nol and makes old Bradshaw skip. 501:01,011[A ]| Go make thyself away ~~ thou shalt no$2$ more 501:01,012[A ]| Choke up$5$ my standish with the blood and gore 501:01,013[A ]| Of English tragedies: I now will$1$ choose 501:01,014[A ]| The merriest of the nine to$9$ be my Muse, 501:01,015[A ]| And come what will$1$, I will$1$ scribble once again. 501:01,016[A ]| The brutish sword hath cut the nobler vein 501:01,017[A ]| Of racy poetry; our small-drink times 501:01,018[A ]| Must be contented and take up$5$ with rhymes. 501:01,019[A ]| They are sorry toys from a poor Levite's pack, 501:01,020[A ]| Whose living and assessments drink no$2$ sack ~~ 501:01,021[A ]| The subject will$1$ excuse the verse, I trow; 501:01,022[A ]| The venison is fat, although the crust be dough. 501:01,000[' ]| <2.> 501:01,023[A ]| I he who$6#1$ whilom sat and sung in$4$ cage 501:01,024[A ]| My King's and country's ruin by$4$ the rage 501:01,025[A ]| Of a rebellious rout; who$6#1$ weeping saw 501:01,026[A ]| Three goodly kingdoms, drunk with fury, draw 501:01,027[A ]| And sheathe their swords, like$4$ three enraged brothers, 501:01,028[A ]| In$4$ one another's sides, ripping their mother's 501:01,029[A ]| Belly, and tearing out her bleeding heart; 501:01,030[A ]| Then, jealous that$3$ their father fain would part 501:01,031[A ]| Their bloody fray and let them fight no$2$ more, 501:01,032[A ]| Fell foul on$4$ him and slew him at his door; 501:01,033[A ]| I that$6#1$ have only dared to$9$ whisper verses, 501:01,034[A ]| And drop a tear by$4$ stealth on$4$ loyal hearses; 501:01,035[A ]| I that$6#1$ enraged at the times and Rump, 501:01,036[A ]| Had gnawed my goose-quill to$4$ the very stump, 501:01,037[A ]| And flung that$6#2$ in$4$ the fire, no$2$ more to$9$ write, 501:01,038[A ]| But to$9$ sit down poor Britain's Heraclite, 501:01,039[A ]| Now sing the triumphs of the men of war, 501:01,040[A ]| The glorious rays of the bright Northern Star, 501:01,041[A ]| Created for$4$ the nonce by$4$ Heaven to$9$ bring 501:01,042[A ]| The wise men of three nations to$4$ their King. 501:01,043[A ]| Monck! the great Monck! that$6#2$ syllable outshines 501:01,044[A ]| Plantagenet's bright name or Constantine's. 501:01,045[A ]| It was at his rising that$3$ our day begun; 501:01,046[A ]| Be he the morning star to$4$ Charles our sun. 501:01,047[A ]| He took rebellion rampant by$4$ the throat, 501:01,048[A ]| And made the canting Quaker change his note. 501:01,049[A ]| His hand it was that$6#1$ wrote (we saw no$2$ more) 501:01,050[A ]| 7Exit*tyrannus over Lambert's door. 501:01,051[A ]| Like$5$ to$4$ some subtle lightning, so$5#2$ his words 501:01,052[A ]| Dissolved in$4$ their scabbards rebels' swords. 501:01,053[A ]| He with success the sovereign skill hath found 501:01,054[A ]| To$9$ dress the weapon and so$5#2$ heal the wound. 501:01,055[A ]| George and his boys, as spirits do, they say, 501:01,056[A ]| Only by$4$ walking scare our foes away. 501:01,000[' ]| <3.> 501:01,057[A ]| Old Holofernes was no$2$ sooner laid 501:01,058[A ]| Before the idol's funeral pomp was paid 501:01,059[A ]| (Nor shall a penny ever be paid for$4$ me: 501:01,060[A ]| Let fools that$6#1$ trusted his true mourners be), 501:01,061[A ]| Richard the Fourth just peeping out of squire 501:01,062[A ]| (No$2$ fault so$5#1$ much as the old one was his sire, 501:01,063[A ]| For$3$ men believed, though all went in$4$ his name, 501:01,064[A ]| He would be but tenant till the landlord came), 501:01,065[A ]| When on$4$ a sudden, all amazed, we found 501:01,066[A ]| The seven years' Babel tumbled to$4$ the ground, 501:01,067[A ]| And he, poor heart, thanks to$4$ his cunning kin, 501:01,068[A ]| Was soon 7in*cuerpo honest Dick again. 501:01,069[A ]| Exit Protector. What comes next? I trow, 501:01,070[A ]| Let the state-huntsmen beat again. 501:01,070@w | "So$8$ ho!" 501:01,071[A ]| Cries Lambert, Master of the Hounds, 501:01,071@w | "Here sits 501:01,072@w | That$6#2$ lusty puss, the Good Old Cause, whose wits 501:01,073@w | Showed Oliver such sport." 501:01,073@v | "That$6#2$! that$6#2$!" 501:01,073[A ]| cries Vane, 501:01,074@v | "Let us put her up$5$, and run her once again! 501:01,075@v | She will$1$ lead our dogs and followers up$5$ and down, 501:01,076@v | Whilst we match families and take the crown." 501:01,077[A ]| Enter the old Members. It was the month of May 501:01,078[A ]| These maggots in$4$ the Rump began to$9$ play. 501:01,079[A ]| Wallingford anglers, though they stunk, yet thought 501:01,080[A ]| They would make baits by$4$ which$6#1$ fish might be caught, 501:01,081[A ]| And so$5#2$ it proved ~~ they soon by$4$ taxes made 501:01,082[A ]| More money than the Holland fishing-trade. 501:01,000[' ]| <4.> 501:01,083[A ]| Now broke in$5$ Egypt's plagues all in$4$ a day 501:01,084[A ]| And once more, worse than theirs. We must not pray 501:01,085[A ]| To$9$ be delivered ~~ their scabbed folks were free 501:01,086[A ]| To$9$ scratch where it did itch ~~ so$5#2$ might not we. 501:01,087[A ]| That$6#2$ meteor Cromwell, though he scared, gave light, 501:01,088[A ]| But we were now covered with horrid night. 501:01,089[A ]| Our magistracy was, like$4$ Moses' rod, 501:01,090[A ]| Turned to$4$ a serpent by$4$ the angry God. 501:01,091[A ]| Poor citizens when trading would not do 501:01,092[A ]| Made brick without straw and were basted too. 501:01,093[A ]| Struck with the botch of taxes and excise, 501:01,094[A ]| Servants (our very dust) were turned to$4$ lice ~~ 501:01,095[A ]| It was but turning soldiers, and they need 501:01,096[A ]| Not work at all, but on$4$ their masters feed. 501:01,097[A ]| Strange caterpillars ate our pleasant things, 501:01,098[A ]| And frogs croaked in$4$ the chambers of our kings; 501:01,099[A ]| Black-bloody veins did in$4$ the Rump prevail, 501:01,100[A ]| Like$4$ the Philistines' emrods in$4$ the tail. 501:01,101[A ]| Lightning, hail, fire, and thunder Egypt had, 501:01,102[A ]| And England guns, shot, powder (that$6#2$ is all bad). 501:01,103[A ]| And that$6#2$ sea-monster Lawson, if withstood, 501:01,104[A ]| Threatened to$9$ turn our rivers into blood; 501:01,105[A ]| And ~~ plague of all these plagues ~~ all these plagues fell 501:01,106[A ]| Not on$4$ an Egypt, but our Israel. 501:01,000[' ]| <5.> 501:01,107[A ]| Sick as her heart can hold the nation lies, 501:01,108[A ]| Filling each corner with her hideous cries: 501:01,109[A ]| Sometimes rage, like$4$ a burning fever, heats, 501:01,110[A ]| Anon despair brings cold and clammy sweats; 501:01,111[A ]| She can not sleep ~~ or if she doth she dreams 501:01,112[A ]| Of rapes, thefts, burnings, blood, and direful themes; 501:01,113[A ]| Tosses from side to$4$ side, then by-and-by 501:01,114[A ]| Her feet are laid there where the head did lie. 501:01,115[A ]| None can come to$4$ her but bold empirics, 501:01,116[A ]| Who$6#1$ never meant to$9$ cure her but try tricks. 501:01,117[A ]| Those very doctors who$6#1$ should give her ease ~~ 501:01,118[A ]| God help the patient! ~~ were her worst disease. 501:01,119[A ]| The Italian mountebank Vane tells her sure 501:01,120[A ]| Jesuits' powder will$1$ effect the cure; 501:01,121[A ]| If grief but makes her swell, Marten and Neville 501:01,122[A ]| Conclude it is a spice of the King's evil. 501:01,123@w | "Bleed her again!" 501:01,123[A ]| another cries, and Scot 501:01,124[A ]| Says he could cure her if it was ~~ you know what, 501:01,125[A ]| But giddy Harrington a whimsey found 501:01,126[A ]| To$9$ make her head like$5$ to$4$ his brains run round. 501:01,127[A ]| Her old and wise physicians, who$6#1$ before 501:01,128[A ]| Had well-nigh cured her, came again to$4$ the door, 501:01,129[A ]| But were kept out, which$6#1$ made her cry the more 501:01,130[A ]| "Help, help, dear children! oh, some pity take 501:01,131[A ]| On$4$ her who$6#1$ bore you! help, for$4$ mercy sake! 501:01,132[A ]| Oh, heart! oh, head! oh, back! oh, bones! I feel 501:01,133[A ]| They have poisoned me with giving too much steel! 501:01,134[A ]| Oh, give me that$6#2$ for$4$ which$6#1$ I long and cry ~~ 501:01,135[A ]| Something that$6#1$ is sovereign, or else I die!" 501:01,000[' ]| <6.> 501:01,136[A ]| Kind Cheshire heard and, like$4$ some son that$6#1$ stood 501:01,137[A ]| Upon$4$ the bank, straight jumped into the flood, 501:01,138[A ]| Flings out his arms and strikes some strokes to$9$ swim. 501:01,139[A ]| Booth ventured first and Middleton with him; 501:01,140[A ]| Stout Mackworth, Egerton, and thousands more, 501:01,141[A ]| Threw themselves in$5$ and left the safer shore; 501:01,142[A ]| Massey, that$6#2$ famous diver, and bold Browne 501:01,143[A ]| Forsook his wharf, resolving all to$9$ drown 501:01,144[A ]| Or save a sinking kingdom; but (O sad!) 501:01,145[A ]| Fearing to$9$ lose her prey, the sea grew mad, 501:01,146[A ]| Raised all her billows and resolved her waves 501:01,147[A ]| Should quickly be the bold adventurer's graves. 501:01,148[A ]| Out marches Lambert like$4$ an eastern wind 501:01,149[A ]| And with him all the mighty waters joined. 501:01,150[A ]| The loyal swimmers bore up$5$ heads and breasts, 501:01,151[A ]| Scorning to$9$ think of life or interests. 501:01,152[A ]| They plied their arms and thighs, but all in$4$ vain: 501:01,153[A ]| The furious main beat them to$4$ shore again, 501:01,154[A ]| At which$6#1$ the floating island, looking back, 501:01,155[A ]| Spying her loyal lovers gone to$4$ wrack, 501:01,156[A ]| Shrieked louder than before, and thus she cries: 501:01,157@v | "Can you, ye angry heavens and frowning skies, 501:01,158@v | Thus countenance rebellious mutineers, 501:01,159@v | Who$6#1$, if they durst, would be about your ears? 501:01,160@v | That$3$ I should sink with justice may accord, 501:01,161@v | Who$6#1$ let my pilot be thrown overboard, 501:01,162@v | Yet it was not I, ye righteous heavens do know ~~ 501:01,163@v | The soldiers in$4$ me needs would have it so$5#2$ ~~ 501:01,164@v | And those who$6#1$ conjured up$5$ these storms themselves 501:01,165@v | And first engaged me amongst these rocks and shelves, 501:01,166@v | Guilty of all my woes, have raised this weather, 501:01,167@v | Fearing to$9$ come to$4$ land and choosing rather 501:01,168@v | To$9$ sink me with themselves. O cease to$9$ frown! 501:01,169@v | In$4$ tears, just heavens, behold, myself I drown! 501:01,170@v | Let not these proud waves do it; prevent my fears 501:01,171@v | And let them fall together by$4$ the ears." 501:01,000[' ]| <7.> 501:01,172[A ]| Heaven heard and struck the insulting army mad; 501:01,173[A ]| Drunk with their Cheshire triumphs straight they had 501:01,174[A ]| New lights upreared, and new resolves they take, 501:01,175[A ]| A single person once again to$9$ make. 501:01,176[A ]| Who$6#2$ shall he be? Oh! Lambert, without rub, 501:01,177[A ]| The fittest devil to$9$ be Beelzebub. 501:01,178[A ]| He, the fierce fiend cast out of the House before, 501:01,179[A ]| Returned and threw the House now out of door; 501:01,180[A ]| A legion then he raised of armed sprites, 501:01,181[A ]| Elves, goblins, fairies, Quakers, and New Lights, 501:01,182[A ]| To$9$ be his under-devils; with this rest 501:01,183[A ]| He soul and body, Church and State, possessed, 501:01,184[A ]| Who$6#1$ though they filled all countries, towns, and rooms, 501:01,185[A ]| Yet, like$4$ that$6#2$ fiend that$6#1$ did frequent the tombs, 501:01,186[A ]| Churches and sacred grounds they haunted most ~~ 501:01,187[A ]| No$2$ chapel was at ease from some such ghost. 501:01,188[A ]| The priests ordained to$9$ exorcise those elves 501:01,189[A ]| Were voted devils and cast out themselves ~~ 501:01,190[A ]| Bible, or Alcoran, all is one to$4$ them; 501:01,191[A ]| Religion serves but for$4$ a stratagem ~~ 501:01,192[A ]| The holy charms these adders did not heed; 501:01,193[A ]| Churches themselves did sanctuary need. 501:01,000[' ]| <8.> 501:01,194[A ]| The Church's patrimony and rich store 501:01,195[A ]| Alas! was swallowed many years before. 501:01,196[A ]| Bishops and deans we fed upon$4$ before 501:01,197[A ]| (They were the ribs and sirloins of the Whore); 501:01,198[A ]| Now let her legs, the priests, go to$4$ the pot 501:01,199[A ]| (They have the Pope's eye in$4$ them ~~ spare them not!) 501:01,200[A ]| We have fat benefices yet to$9$ eat ~~ 501:01,201[A ]| Bel and our Dragon army must have meat. 501:01,202[A ]| Let us devour her limb-meal, great and small, 501:01,203[A ]| Tithe-calves, geese, pigs, the pettitoes and all. 501:01,204[A ]| A vicarage in$4$ sippets, though it be 501:01,205[A ]| But small, will$1$ serve a squeamish sectary. 501:01,206[A ]| Though universities we can not endure, 501:01,207[A ]| There is no$2$ false Latin in$4$ their lands, be sure. 501:01,208[A ]| Give Oxford to$4$ our Horse and let the Foot 501:01,209[A ]| Take Cambridge for$4$ their booty and fall to$4$ it. 501:01,210@w | "Christ*Church I will$1$ have," 501:01,210[A ]| cries Vane; Desborough swops 501:01,211[A ]| At Trinity; King's is for$4$ Berry's chops; 501:01,212[A ]| Kelsey, take Corpus*Christi; All*Souls, Packer; 501:01,213[A ]| Carve Creed St%*John's; New*College leave to$4$ Hacker; 501:01,214[A ]| Fleetwood cries, 501:01,214@v | "Weeping Magdalen shall be mine, 501:01,215@v | Her tears I will$1$ drink instead of muscadine." 501:01,216[A ]| The smaller halls and houses scarce are big 501:01,217[A ]| Enough to$9$ make one dish for$4$ Hasilrig. 501:01,218@x | "We must be sure to$9$ stop his mouth, though wide, 501:01,219@x | Else all our fat will$1$ be in$4$ the fire," 501:01,219[A ]| they cried, 501:01,220@x | "And when we have done these, we will$1$ not be quiet ~~ 501:01,221@x | Lordships' and landlords' rents shall be our diet." 501:01,222[A ]| Thus talked this jolly crew, but still mine host 501:01,223[A ]| Lambert resolves that$3$ he will$1$ rule the roast. 501:01,000[' ]| <9.> 501:01,224[A ]| But hark! methinks I hear old Boreas blow. 501:01,225[A ]| What mean the north winds that$3$ they bluster so$5#2$? 501:01,226[A ]| More storms from that$6#2$ black nook? Forbear, bold Scot! 501:01,227[A ]| Let not Dunbar and Worcester be forgot. 501:01,228[A ]| What! would you chaffer with us for$4$ one Charles more? 501:01,229[A ]| The price of kings is fallen, give the trade over. 501:01,230@a | "And is the price of kings and kingdoms too, 501:01,231@a | Of laws, lives, oaths, souls, grown so$5#1$ low with you? 501:01,232@a | Perfidious hypocrites! monsters of men!" 501:01,233[A ]| Cries the good Monck, 501:01,233@a | "We will$1$ raise their price again!" 501:01,234[A ]| Heaven said Amen! and breathed upon$4$ that$6#2$ spark; 501:01,235[A ]| That$6#2$ spark, preserved alive in$4$ the cold and dark, 501:01,236[A ]| First kindled and enflamed the British Isle 501:01,237[A ]| And turned it all to$4$ bonfires in$4$ a while. 501:01,238[A ]| He and his fuel were so$5#1$ small no$2$ doubt 501:01,239[A ]| Proud Lambert thought to$9$ tread or piss them out. 501:01,240[A ]| But George was wary; his cause did require 501:01,241[A ]| A pillar of a cloud as well as fire: 501:01,242[A ]| It was not his safest course to$9$ flame but smoke ~~ 501:01,243[A ]| His enemies he will$1$ not burn but choke. 501:01,244[A ]| Small fires must not blaze out, lest by$4$ their light 501:01,245[A ]| They show their weakness and their foes invite; 501:01,246[A ]| But furnaces the stoutest metals melt, 501:01,247[A ]| And so$5#2$ did he, by$4$ fire not seen but felt; 501:01,248[A ]| Dark-lantern language and his peep-bo play 501:01,249[A ]| Will-e-wisped Lambert's New Lights out of the way. 501:01,250[A ]| George and his boys those thousands (O strange things!) 501:01,251[A ]| Of snipes and woodcocks took by$4$ lowbelling; 501:01,252[A ]| His few Scotch-coal kindled with English fire 501:01,253[A ]| Made Lambert's great Newcastle heaps expire. 501:01,000[' ]| <10.> 501:01,254[A ]| Scotland, though poor and peevish, was content 501:01,255[A ]| To$9$ keep the peace and (O rare!) money lent. 501:01,256[A ]| But yet the blessing of their Kirk was more ~~ 501:01,257[A ]| George had that$6#2$ too ~~ and with this slender store 501:01,258[A ]| He and his myrmidons advance. Kind Heaven 501:01,259[A ]| Prepared a frost to$9$ make their march more even, 501:01,260[A ]| Easy, and safe: it may be said, that$6#2$ year, 501:01,261[A ]| Of the highways Heaven itself was overseer 501:01,262[A ]| And made November ground as hard as May. 501:01,263[A ]| White as their innocence, so$5#2$ was their way. 501:01,264[A ]| The clouds came down in$4$ feather-beds to$9$ greet 501:01,265[A ]| Him and his army and to$9$ kiss their feet. 501:01,266[A ]| The frost and foes both came and went together, 501:01,267[A ]| Both thawed away, and vanished God knows whither. 501:01,268[A ]| Whole countries crowded in$5$ to$9$ see this friend, 501:01,269[A ]| Ready to$9$ cast their bodies down to$9$ mend 501:01,270[A ]| His road to$4$ Westminster, and still they shout, 501:01,271@x | "Lay hold of the Rump and pull the monster out! 501:01,272@x | A new one or a whole one, good my Lord," 501:01,273[A ]| And to$4$ this cry the island did accord. 501:01,274[A ]| The echo of the Irish hollow ground 501:01,275[A ]| Heard England and her language did rebound. 501:01,000[' ]| <11.> 501:01,276[A ]| Presto! Jack*Lambert and his sprites are gone 501:01,277[A ]| To$9$ dance a jig with his brother Oberon. 501:01,278[A ]| George made him and his cut-throats of our lives 501:01,279[A ]| Swallow their swords as jugglers do their knives, 501:01,280[A ]| And Carter Desborough to$9$ wish in$4$ vain 501:01,281[A ]| He now were waggoner to$4$ Charles's Wain. 501:01,282[A ]| The conqueror is now come into the south, 501:01,283[A ]| Whose warm air is made hot by$4$ every mouth 501:01,284[A ]| Breathing his welcome and in$4$ spite of Scott 501:01,285[A ]| Crying 501:01,285@w | "The whole child, sir, divide it not." 501:01,286[A ]| The Rump begins to$9$ stink: 501:01,286@x | "Alas!" 501:01,286[A ]| cry they, 501:01,287@x | "We have raised a devil which$6#1$ we can not lay; 501:01,288@x | I like$1$ him not." 501:01,288@v | "His belly is so$5#1$ big, 501:01,289@v | There is a king in$4$ it!" 501:01,289[A ]| cries furious Hasilrig. 501:01,290@x | "Let us bribe him," 501:01,290[A ]| they cry all, 501:01,290@x | "Carve him a share 501:01,291@x | Of our stolen venison!" 501:01,291[A ]| Varlets, forbear! 501:01,292[A ]| In$4$ vain you put your lime-twigs to$4$ his hands. 501:01,293[A ]| George*Monck is for$4$ the King, not for$4$ his lands. 501:01,294[A ]| When fair means would not do, next foul they try: 501:01,295@x | "Vote him the City scavenger," 501:01,295[A ]| they cry ~~ 501:01,296@x | "Send him to$9$ scour their streets." 501:01,296@a | "Well, let it be; 501:01,297@a | Your Rumpship wants a scouring too," 501:01,297[A ]| thinks he, 501:01,298@a | "That$6#2$ foul house where your worships many years 501:01,299@a | Have laid your tail sure wants a scavenger. 501:01,300@a | I smell your fizzle though it make no$2$ crack. 501:01,301@a | You would mount me on$4$ the City's galled back 501:01,302@a | In$4$ hopes she would cast her rider. If I must 501:01,303@a | Upon$4$ some office in$4$ the town be thrust, 501:01,304@a | I will$1$ be their sword-bearer, and to$4$ their dagger 501:01,305@a | I will$1$ join my sword. Nay, good Rump, do not swagger; 501:01,306@a | The City feasts me, and as sure as gun 501:01,307@a | I will$1$ mend all England's Commons before I have done." 501:01,000[' ]| <12.> 501:01,308[A ]| And so$5#2$ he did. One morning next his heart 501:01,309[A ]| He went to$4$ Westminster and played his part. 501:01,310[A ]| He vamped their boots, which$6#1$ Hewson never could do 501:01,311[A ]| With better leather, made them go upright too. 501:01,312[A ]| The restored members, Cato-like, no$2$ doubt, 501:01,313[A ]| Did only enter that$3$ they might go out. 501:01,314[A ]| They did not mean within those walls to$9$ dwell, 501:01,315[A ]| Nor did they like$1$ their company so$5#1$ well, 501:01,316[A ]| Yet Heaven so$5#1$ blessed them that$3$ in$4$ three weeks' space 501:01,317[A ]| They gave both Church and State a better face. 501:01,318[A ]| They gave Booth, Massey, Browne, some kinder lots 501:01,319[A ]| (The last year's traitors, this year's patriots). 501:01,320[A ]| The Church's poor remainder they made good 501:01,321[A ]| And washed the nation's hands of royal blood; 501:01,322[A ]| And that$3$ a Parliament they did devise 501:01,323[A ]| From its own ashes, phoenix-like, might rise. 501:01,324[A ]| This done by$4$ act and deed that$6#1$ might not fail 501:01,325[A ]| They passed a fine and so$5#2$ cut off the entail. 501:01,000[' ]| <13.> 501:01,326[A ]| Let the bells ring these changes now from Bow 501:01,327[A ]| Down to$4$ the country candlesticks below. 501:01,328[A ]| Ringers, hands off! The bells themselves will$1$ dance 501:01,329[A ]| In$4$ memory of their own deliverance. 501:01,330[A ]| Had not George showed his metal and said nay, 501:01,331[A ]| Each sectary had borne the bell away. 501:01,332@x | "Down with them all, they are christened," 501:01,332[A ]| cried that$6#2$ crew; 501:01,333@x | "Tie up$5$ their clappers and the parsons too; 501:01,334@x | Turn them to$4$ guns, or sell them to$4$ the Dutch." 501:01,335@a | "Nay, hold," 501:01,335[A ]| quoth George, 501:01,335@a | "my masters, that$6#2$ is too much. 501:01,336@a | You will$1$ not leap over steeples thus I hope ~~ 501:01,337@a | I will$1$ save the bells but you may take the rope." 501:01,338[A ]| Thus lay Religion panting for$4$ her life, 501:01,339[A ]| Like$4$ Isaac bound under the bloody knife; 501:01,340[A ]| George held the falling weapon, saved the lamb, 501:01,341[A ]| Let Lambert in$4$ the briars be the ram. 501:01,342[A ]| So$5#2$ lay the royal virgin, as it is told, 501:01,343[A ]| When brave St%*George redeemed her life of old. 501:01,344[A ]| Oh that$3$ the knaves that$6#1$ have consumed our land, 501:01,345[A ]| Had but permitted wood enough to$9$ stand 501:01,346[A ]| To$9$ be his bonfires! We would burn every stem 501:01,347[A ]| And leave no$2$ more but gallow-trees for$4$ them! 501:01,000[' ]| <14.> 501:01,348[A ]| March on$5$, great hero! as thou hast begun, 501:01,349[A ]| And crown our happiness before thou hast done. 501:01,350[A ]| We have another Charles to$9$ fetch from Spain; 501:01,351[A ]| Be thou the George to$9$ bring him back again. 501:01,352[A ]| Then shalt thou be, what was denied that$6#2$ knight, 501:01,353[A ]| Thy Prince's and the people's favourite. 501:01,354[A ]| There is no$2$ danger of the winds at all, 501:01,355[A ]| Unless together by$4$ the ears they fall 501:01,356[A ]| Who$6#1$ shall the honour have to$9$ waft a king, 501:01,357[A ]| And they who$6#1$ gain it while they work shall sing. 501:01,358[A ]| Methinks I see how those triumphant gales, 501:01,359[A ]| Proud of their great employment, swell the sails; 501:01,360[A ]| The joyful ship shall dance, the sea shall laugh, 501:01,361[A ]| And loyal fish their master's health shall quaff. 501:01,362[A ]| See how the dolphins crowd and thrust their large 501:01,363[A ]| And scaly shoulders to$9$ assist the barge; 501:01,364[A ]| The peaceful kingfishers are met together 501:01,365[A ]| About the decks and prophesy calm weather; 501:01,366[A ]| Poor crabs and lobsters have gone down to$9$ creep, 501:01,367[A ]| And search for$4$ pearls and jewels in$4$ the deep; 501:01,368[A ]| And when they have the booty, crawl before, 501:01,369[A ]| And leave them for$4$ his welcome to$4$ the shore. 501:01,000[' ]| <15.> 501:01,370[A ]| Methinks I see how throngs of people stand, 501:01,371[A ]| Scarce patient till the vessel come to$4$ land, 501:01,372[A ]| Ready to$9$ leap in$5$, and, if need require, 501:01,373[A ]| With tears of joy to$9$ make the waters higher. 501:01,374[A ]| But what will$1$ London do? I doubt Old Paul 501:01,375[A ]| With bowing to$4$ his Sovereign will$1$ fall; 501:01,376[A ]| The royal lions from the Tower shall roar, 501:01,377[A ]| And though they see him not, yet shall adore; 501:01,378[A ]| The conduits will$1$ be ravished and combine 501:01,379[A ]| To$9$ turn their very water into wine, 501:01,380[A ]| And for$4$ the citizens, I only pray 501:01,381[A ]| They may not, overjoyed, all die that$6#2$ day. 501:01,382[A ]| May we all live more loyal and more true, 501:01,383[A ]| To$9$ give to$4$ Caesar and to$4$ God their due. 501:01,384[A ]| We will$1$ make his father's tomb with tears to$9$ swim, 501:01,385[A ]| And for$4$ the son, we will$1$ shed our blood for$4$ him. 501:01,386[A ]| England her penitential song shall sing 501:01,387[A ]| And take heed how she quarrels with her King. 501:01,388[A ]| If for$4$ our sins our Prince shall be misled, 501:01,389[A ]| We will$1$ bite our nails rather than scratch our head. 501:01,000[' ]| <16.> 501:01,390[A ]| One English George outweighs alone, by$4$ odds, 501:01,391[A ]| A whole committee of the heathens' gods; 501:01,392[A ]| Pronounce but Monck, and it is all his due: 501:01,393[A ]| He is our Mercury, Mars, and Neptune too. 501:01,394[A ]| Monck, what great Xerxes could not, proved the man 501:01,395[A ]| That$6#1$ with a word shackled the ocean; 501:01,396[A ]| He shall command Neptune himself to$9$ bring 501:01,397[A ]| His trident and present it to$4$ our King. 501:01,398[A ]| Oh, do it then, great Admiral! Away! 501:01,399[A ]| Let him be here against St%*George's day, 501:01,400[A ]| That$3$ Charles may wear his \9Dieu 9et 9mon 9droit\, 501:01,401[A ]| And thou the noble-gartered \9Honi 9soit\. 501:01,402[A ]| And when thy aged corpse shall yield to$4$ fate, 501:01,403[A ]| God save that$6#2$ soul that$6#1$ saved our Church and State. 501:01,404[A ]| There thou shalt have a glorious crown, I know, 501:01,405[A ]| Who$6#1$ crownest our King and kingdoms here below. 501:01,406[A ]| But who$6#2$ shall find a pen fit for$4$ thy glory, 501:01,407[A ]| Or make posterity believe thy story? 501:01,408[A ]| 9Vive St%*George!