No More Learning

In spite of Jermin, and of black -mouthed

fame.
This Stuart's trick legitimates thy name.
With one consent we all her death desire,
Who durst her husband's and her king's

conspire. *
And now just Heaven 's prepared to set us free,
Heaven and our hopes are both opposed by

thee.
Thus fondly thou dost Hyde's old treason Qwn,
Thus make thy new-suspected treason known.

Bless me I What 's that at Westminster

I see?
That piece of legislative pageantry !
To our dear James has Rome her conclave

lent?
Or has Charles bought the Paris parliament ?
None else James would promote with §o much

zeal,
Who by proviso hopes the crown to steal.
Sec how in humble guise the slaves advance.
To tell a tale of army, and of France,
Whilst proud prerogative in scornful guise.
Their fear, love, duty, danger, does despise.

* Queen Catherine wus suspected to be in a plot against
the king's life.



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OF MARVELL.
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There, in a bribed committee, they contrive To give our birthrights to prerogative :
Give, did I say ? They sell, and sell so dear
That half each tax Danby distributes there.
Danby, 'tis fit the price so great shall be,
They sell religion, sell their liberty.
These vipers have their mother's entrails torn,
And would by force a second time be born.
They haunt the place to which you once were sent,
This ghost of a departed parliament.
Gibbets and haltei*s, countrymen, prepare,
Let none, let none their renegadoes spare.
When that day comes, we '11 part the sheep and

goats.
The spruce bribed monsieurs from the true gray

coats.
New parliaments, like manna, all tastes please,
But kept too long, our food turns our disease.
From that loathed sight, Hodge turned his weep-
ing eyes.
And London thus alarms with loyal cries :
** Though common danger does approach so nigh.
This stupid town sleeps in security.
Out of your golden dreams awake, awake,
Your all, though you see not, your all 's at

stake !

More dreadful fires approach your falling town ^

Than those which burned your stately struc- I

tures down, j

Such fatal fires as once in Smithfield shone. ''



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276 THE POEMS

If then je fftaj till Edwards orders give,*
No mortal arm your safety can retrieve.
See how with golden baits the crafly Gaul
Has bribed our geese to yield the capitoL
And will ye tamely see yourselves betrayed ?