To the Prince, and all others, His Sisters and Brothers, As low in condition as high born, We’ll drink this, and pray, [p. 30.] That shortly they may, See all them that wrongs them at _Tyburn_. And next here’s three bowls To all gallant souls, That for the King did, and will venter, May they flourish when those That are his, and their foes Are hang’d and ram’d down to the Center. And next let a Glass To our undoers pass, Attended with two or three curses: May plagues sent from hell Stuff their bodies as well, As the Cavaliers Coyn doth their purses. May the _Cannibals_ of _Pym_ Eat them up limb by limb, Or a hot Fever scorch ’um to embers, Pox keep ’um in bed Untill they are dead, And repent for the loss of their Members. And may they be found In all to abound, Both with heaven and the countries anger, May they never want Fractions, Doubts, Fears, and Distractions, Till the Gallow-tree choaks them from danger. [p. 31.] _Insatiate Desire._ O That I could by any Chymick Art To sperme, convert my spirit and my heart, That at one thrust I might my soul translate, And in her w... my self degenerate, There steep’d in lust nine months I would remain, Then boldly —— my passage back again. [p. 32.] _The Horn exalted._ Listen Lordings to my Story, I will sing of Cuckolds glory, And thereat let none be vext, None doth know whose turn is next; And seeing it is in most mens scorn, ’Tis Charity to advance the _Horn_. _Diana_ was a Virgin pure, Amongst the rest chaste and demure; Yet you know well, I am sure, What _Acteon_ did endure, If men have _Horns_ for [such] as she, [p. 33.] I pray thee tell me what are we? Let thy friend enjoy his rest, What though he wear _Acteons_ creast? Malice nor Venome at him spit, He wears but what the gods thinks fit; Confess he is by times Recorder Knight of great _Diana’s_ Order. _Luna_ was no venial sinner, Yet she hath a man within her, And to cut off Cuckolds scorns, She decks her head with Silver horns And if the moon in heaven[’]s thus drest, The men on earth like it are blest. [_A Droll of a Louse_ (p. 33.), seven verses of seven lines each, beginning “Discoveries of late have been made by adventures,” is reserved. _Vide ante_ p. 230.] [p. 38.] _A Letany._ From _Essex_ Anabaptist Laws, And from _Norfolk_ Plough-tail Laws, [? taws] From _Abigails_ pure tender Zeal, Whiter than a _Brownists_ veal, From a Serjeants Temple pickle, And the Brethrens _Conventicle_, From roguish meetings, or Cutpurse hall, And _New-England_, worst of all, _Libera nos Domine_.