Let us all stand bare;— In the presence we are, Let our noses like bonfires shine; Instead of the conduits, let the pottles run wine, To perfect this new coronation; And we that are loyal In drink shall be peers, While that face that wears Pure claret, looks like the blood-royal, And outstares the bones of the nation: In sign of obedience, Our oath of allegiance Beer-glasses shall be, And he that tipples ten is of the nobility. But if in this reign The halberted train Or the constable should rebel, And should make their turbill’d militia to swell, And against the King’s party raise arms; Then the drawers, like yeomen Of the guards, with quart pots Shall fuddle the sots, While we make ’em both cuckolds and freemen; And on their wives beat up alarums. Thus as each health passes We’ll triple the glasses, And hold it no sin To be loyal and drink in defence of our King. UPON THE CAVALIERS DEPARTING OUT OF LONDON. By Alex. Brome. NOW fare thee well, London, Thou next must be undone, ’Cause thou hast undone us before; This cause and this tyrant Had never play’d this high rant Were’t not for thy _argent d’or_. Now we must desert thee, With the lines that begirt thee, And the red-coated saints domineer; Who with liberty fool thee, While a monster doth rule thee, And thou feel’st what before thou didst fear. Now justice and freedom, With the laws that did breed ’em, Are sent to Jamaica for gold, And those that upheld ’em Have power but seldom, For justice is barter’d and sold. Now the Christian religion Must seek a new region, And the old saints give way to the new; And we that are loyal Vail to those that destroy all, When the Christian gives place to the Jew. But this is our glory, In this wretched story Calamities fall on the best; And those that destroy us Do better employ us, To sing till they are supprest. A MAD WORLD, MY MASTERS. From the King’s pamphlets, British Museum. WE have a King, and yet no King, For he hath lost his power; For ’gainst his will his subjects are Imprison’d in the Tower. We had some laws (but now no laws) By which he held his crown; And we had estates and liberties, But now they’re voted down. We had religion, but of late That’s beaten down with clubs; Whilst that profaneness authorized Is belched forth in tubs. We were free subjects born, but now We are by force made slaves, By some whom we did count our friends, But in the end proved knaves.