"And Greenwich shall be for tenements free For saints to possess Pell-Mell, And where all the sport is at Hampton Court Shall be for ourselves to dwell. _Chorus._ ''Tis blessed,' quoth Bathsheba, And Clemence, 'We're all agreed.' ''Tis right,' quoth Gertrude, 'And fit,' says sweet Jude, And Thomasine, 'Yea, indeed.' "What though the king proclaims Our meetings no more shall be; In private we may hold forth the right way, And be, as we should be, free. _Chorus._ 'O very well said,' quoth Con; 'And so will I do,' says Franck; And Mercy cries, 'Aye,' and Mat, 'Really,' 'And I'm o' that mind,' quoth Thank." As we shall show in our next chapter, "Thank" was no imaginary name, coined to meet the exigencies of rhyme. Thanks, however, to the good sense of the nation, an effort was made in behalf of such old favourites as John, William, Richard, Robert, and Thomas. So early as 1643, Thomas Adams, Puritan as he was, had delivered himself in a London pulpit to the effect that "he knew 'Williams' and 'Richards' who, though they bore names not found in sacred story, but familiar to the country, were as gracious saints" as any who bore names found in it ("Meditations upon the Creed"). The Cavalier, we know, had deliberately stuck by the old names. A political skit, already referred to, after running through a list of all the new-fangled names introduced by the fanatics, concludes: "They're just like the Gadaren's swine, Which the devils did drive and bewitch: An herd set on evill Will run to the de-vill And his dam when their tailes do itch. 'Then let 'em run on!' Says Ned, Tom, and John. 'Ay, let 'um be hanged!' quoth Mun: 'They're mine,' quoth old Nick, 'And take 'um,' says Dick, 'And welcome!' quoth worshipful Dun. 'And God blesse King Charles!' quoth George, 'And save him,' says Simon and Sill; 'Aye, aye,' quoth old Cole and each loyall soul, 'And Amen, and Amen!' cries Will." Another ballad, lively and free as the other, published in 1648, and styled "The Anarchie, or the Blest Reformation," after railing at the confusion of things in general, and names in particular, concludes with the customary jolly old English flourish: "'A health to King Charles!' says Tom; 'Up with it,' says Ralph like a man; 'God bless him,' says Moll, 'And raise him,' says Doll, 'And send him his owne,' says Nan."