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NEWS FROM COLCHESTER.
Or, A proper New Ballad of certain Carnal Paffages betwixt a Quaker and a Colt, at Horfly, near Colchester, in Effex.
To the tune of " Tom of Bedlam."
ALL in the land of Effex,
Near Colchester the zealous,
On the fide of a bank,
Was play'd fuch a prank,
As would make a stone-horse jealous.
Help Woodcock, Fox and Naylor,
For brother Green 's a ftallion:
Of converting the Pope,
Even to our whole profeffion
How brother Green was mounted.
And in the good time of Christmas,
Which though our faints have damn'd all,
That a damn'd cavalier
E'er play'd fuch a Christmas gambal ?
Had thy flesh, O Green, been pamper'd
Hadft thou fweetned thy gums
Or profane minc'd pye hadst swallow'd ;
Roll'd up in wanton fwine's flesh,
The fiend might have crept into thee;
Might have caus'd thee to rut,
And the devil have fo rid through thee.
But, alas! he had been feafted
By our frugal mayor,
Who can dine on a prayer,
And fup on an exhortation.
'Twas mere impulse of spirit, Though he us'd the weapon carnal :
Filly foal, quoth he,
My bride thou shalt be:
And how this is lawful, learn all
For if no refpect of perfons
Be due 'mongst sons of Adam,
In a large extent,
Thereby may be meant
That a Mare 's as good as a Madam.
Then without more ceremony,
But took her by force,
For better for worse,
And us'd her like a fifter.
Now when in fuch a faddle
A faint will needs be riding,
May there not be fome back-fliding?
Then let us stay and fight, and vote,
Oh 'tis a patient beast!
When we have gaul'd and tir'd the mule,
To the Five Members of the Honourable HOUSE OF COMMON S.
The humble Petition of the POETS.
AFTER fo many concurring petitions
From all ages and fexes, and all conditions, We come in the rear to present our follies To Pym, Stroude, Haflerig, Hampden, and Holles. Though fet form of prayer be an abomination, Set forms of petitions find great approbation : Therefore, as others from th' bottom of their souls, So we from the depth and bottom of our bowls, According unto the bless'd form you have taught us, We thank you first for the ills you have brought us : For the good we receive we thank him that gave it, And you for the confidence only to crave it. Next in course, we complain of the great violation Of privilege (like the rest of our nation) But 'tis none of yours of which we have spoken, Which never had being until they were broken; But ours is a privilege ancient and native, Hangs not on an ordinance, or power legislative.
And firft, 'tis to speak whatever we please,
But in that alfo you
Next, an old custom, our fathers did name it
By this we have power to change age into youth,
They 're tyrants and monsters; and yet then the poet
We are modeft, and seek not to make it our own.
And between thofe and ours there's no difference,