A Free-Parliament-Letany.

To the tune of An old Souldier of the Queenes.
MOre Ballades;—here's a spick - & - span new Supplication;
By Order of a Committee for the Reformation
To be read in all Churches, and Chappels of this Nation,
Upon pain of Slavery, and Sequestration
From Fooles, and Knaves, in our Parl'ament Free
Libera nos Domine.
From those that ha' more Religion, & lesse Conscience, then their fellows:
From a Representative, that's fearfull, & jealous;
From a starting Jadish people, that is troubled with the yellows
And a Priest that blowes the cole—(a Turd in the Bellows)
From Fooles, & Knaves, &c.
From Shepheards, that leade their Flocks into the Briers;
And then, Fleece' um.—From Vow-breakers, & King-tryers:
Of Church- and Crown-Lands from both Sellers, and Buyers:
From the Children of him, that's the Father of Lyars.
From Fooles, & Knaves, &c.
From the Doctrine, and Discipline of
now, and anon;
Preserve us, & our wives: from
John a Nokes
John T, & Saint
John a Stiles
Like Master, like Man, every way but one:
The Master ha's a large conscience, and the Man, ha's none?
From Foooles, and Knaves, &c.
From Major-Generalls, -Army-Officers; and that Phanatique crewe:
From the Parboyl'd Pimp Scot; - and from Goodface the Iewe:
From old Mildmay, that in Cheapside mistook his
Repulsed by a Citizens wife
And from him that w'ont Pledge—give the Devil his due,
From Fooles, & Knaves, &c.
From longwinded speeches, and not a wise word,
From a Gospell-Minstry settled by th' sword
From the Act of a Rump, that stinks whent 't is stirr'd;
From a Knight of the Post, and a Cobbling Lord.
From Fooles, and Knaves, &c.
From all the rich people that ha' made us poore;
From a Speaker that creepes to the House by a Backdore:
From that Badger Robinson, (that limps, and bites sore:)
And that dog in a doublet Arthur,—that will do so no more.
From Fooles, and Knaves, &c.
From a certaine Sly Knave with a beastly name:
From a Parl'ment that's wilde, and a people, that's tame:
From Skippon, Titchbourne, Ireton, - and another of the Game;
From a Dunghill Cock, and a Hen of the Same
From Fooles, and Knaves, &c.
From all those that sate in the High Court of Justice;
From Ʋsurpers, that stile themselves the Peoples Trustees:
From an old Rump, in which neither Profit nor Gust is;
And from the recov'ry of that which now in the dust is.
From Fooles, and Knaves, &c.
From a Back sliding Saint, that pretends t' Acquicesce;
From crossing of Proverbs (let 'um Hang that confesse)
From a Sniveling cause, in a Pontificall dresse:
And two
Jacks both
Lawyer's, with the Devill, and his Damm in a messe.
From Fooles, and Knaves, &c.
From those that trouble the waters, to mend the Fishing;
And fight the Lords' Battels, under th' Devils Commission:
Such as eate up the Nation, while the Goverment's a dishing
And from a people when it should be doing, stands wishing.
From Fooles, and Knaves, &c.
From an ever lasting mock - Parliament;—and from none;
From Strafford's old freinds;—Harry, Jack, and John
From the Soliciters' Wolfe-Lawe, deliver our King's sonne;
And from the Resurrection of the Rump that is dead, and gone.
From Fooles, and Knaves, &c.
From Forreigne invasion, and Commotions at home;
From our present distraction, and from worse to come:
From the same hand again; Smectymnuus or the Bumme,
And from taking Geneva in our way to Rome.
From Fooles, and Knaves, &c.
From a Hundred thousand pound Tax, to maintaine Knaves and Whores:
(But it is well giv'n, to these, that turn'd those out of dores)
From undoing our selves, to [...]tring old sores;
He that set them aworke, let him pay their scores.
From Fooles, and Knaves, &c.
From Saints, and Tender-Consciences in Buff.
From Mounson in a Fome; and Haslerigg in a Huff;
From both men and women that think they never have enough.
And from a Fools Head that looks through a Chaine and a Ruff.
From Fooles, and Knaves, &c.
From those that would divide the Gen'rall and the City:
From Harry Martins Whore, that was neither Sound nor Pretty.
From a Faction, that ha's neither Braine, nor Pitty;
From the Mercy of a Phanatique Committee.
From Fools, and Knaves, &c.
Preserve us Good Heaven from entrusting those
That ha' much to get, and little to Loose:
That Murther'd the Father, and the Son would depose.
(Sure they can't be our Friends, that are their Countrys Fooes.
From Foole, and Knaves, &c.
From Bradshaws Presumption, and from Hoyle's Despaires,
From Rotten Members; blind Guides; Preaching Aldermen; and false May'rs.
From Long Knives, Long Eares, Long Parliaments, and Long Praye'rs.
In mercy to this Nation,—Deliver us and our Heirs.
From Fooles, and Knaves, &c.
Libera nos Domine.

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