He fell too fast, or that way more than this; Steeres the Prow of the pensile Gallease, Right on Loves Harbour the Nymph lets him pass Over the Chains, & ’tween the double Fort Of her incastled knees, which guard the Port. The Burs as she had learnt still diligent, Now girt him backwards, now him forwards bent; Like those that levell’d in tough Cordage, teach The mural Ram, and guide it to the Breach. _Jack of Lent’s Ballat._ [On the welcoming of Queen Henrietta Maria, 1625]. 1. List you Nobles, and attend, For here’s a Ballat newly penn’d I took it up in _Kent_, If any ask who made the same, To him I say the authors name Is honest _Jack of Lent_. 2. But ere I farther passe along, Or let you know more of my Song, I wish the doores were lockt, For if there be so base a Groom, As one informes me in this room, The Fidlers may be knockt. 3. Tis true, he had, I dare protest, No kind of malice in his brest, But Knaves are dangerous things; And they of late are grown so bold, They dare appeare in cloth of Gold, Even in the roomes of Kings. 4. But hit or misse I will declare The speeches at London and elsewhere, Concerning this design, Amongst the Drunkards it is said, They hope her dowry shall be paid In nought but Clarret wine. 5. The Country Clowns when they repaire Either to Market or to Faire, No sooner get their pots, But straight they swear the time is come That England must be over-run Betwixt the French and Scots. 6. The Puritans that never fayle ’Gainst Kings and Magistrates to rayle, With impudence aver, That verily, and in good sooth, Some Antichrist, or pretty youth, Shall doubtlesse get of her. 7. A holy Sister having hemm’d And blown her nose, will say she dream’d, Or else a Spirit told her, That they and all these holy seed, To Amsterdam must go to breed, Ere they were twelve months older. 8. And might but _Jack Alent_ advise, Those dreams of theirs should not prove lies, For as he greatly feares, They will be prating night and day, Till verily, by yea, and nay, They set’s together by th’ ears. 9. The Romish Catholiques proclaim, That _Gundemore_, though he be lame, Yet can he do some tricks; At _Paris_, he the King shall show A pre-contract made, as I know, Five hundred twenty six. 10. But sure the State of _France_ is wise, And knowes that _Spain_ vents naught but lies, For such is their Religion; The Jesuits can with ease disgorge From that their damn’d and hellish forge, Foule falshood by the Legion. 11.