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Although the old maxim remains still in force,
So far the whole kingdom poets you have made,
You have made king Charles himself a poet :
But provoke not his Mufe, for all the world knows, Already you have had too much of his profe.
A WESTERN WONDER.
Do you not know, not a fortnight ago,
How they bragg'd of a Western Wonder? When a hundred and ten flew five thousand men, With the help of lightning and thunder?
There Hopton was flain, again and again,
Or else my author did lye;
With a new Thanksgiving, for the dead who are living, To God, and his fervant Chidleigh.
But now on which fide was this miracle try'd,
I hope we at last are even;
For Sir Ralph and his knaves are risen from their graves, To cudgel the clowns of Devon.
And there Stamford came, for his honour was lame
But it prov'd, when they fought, but a running gout,
For now he out-runs his arms and his guns,
What Reading hath coft, and Stamford hath loft,
Goes deep in the fequeftrations;
Thefe wounds will not heal, with your new great feal, Nor Jepfon's declarations.
Now, Peters and Cafe, in your prayer and grace,
Ifaac and his wife, now dig for your life,
A SECOND WESTERN WONDER.
γου heard of that Wonder, of the Lightning and
Which made the lye fo much the louder : Now lift to another, that miracle's brother, Which was done with a firkin of Powder.
O what a damp it ftruck through the camp
beard or eyes,
It blew him to the Vies, without
Have I fo often past between
To keep his excellence in awe,
Did I for this take pains to teach
And did their lungs inspire;
Gave them their texts, fhew'd them their parts,
Sometimes to beg, fometimes to threaten,
To ftroke the people's ears;
Then ftraight when victory grows cheap,
And now the books, and now the bells,
To edify the people;
All our divinity is news,
And we have made of equal use
The pulpit and the steeple.
And fhall we kindle all this flame
Only to put it out again,
And must we now give o'er,
And only end where we begun ?
If men in peace can have their right,
That breaks both law and oath?
Either the cause at firft was ill,
And thence they will infer,
That either now or at the firft
They were deceiv'd; or, which is worst,
But plague and famine will come in,
But while the wicked starve, indeed
Princes we are if we prevail,
When to our fame 'tis told,
It will not be our least of praise,
To have destroy'd the old.
Then let us stay and fight, and vote,
When we have gaul'd and tir'd the mule,
To the Five Members of the Honourable
The humble Petition of the POETS.
FTER fo many concurring petitions
From all ages and fexes, and all conditions,
To Pym, Stroude, Haflerig, Hampden, and Holles.