We are not so ambitious to desire Our drooping fortunes to be mounted higher, And thou so great a monarch, to our grief, Must sue unto thy subjects for relief: And when they sit and long debate about it, Must either stay their time, or go without it. No, sacred prince, thy friends esteem thee more In thy distresses than ere they did before; And though their wings be clipt, their wishes fly To heaven by millions, for a fresh supply. That as thy cause was so betray’d by _men_, It may by _angels_ be restored agen. I THANK YOU TWICE; OR The city courting their own ruin, Thank the Parliament twice for their treble undoing. A street ballad. From a broadside, 1647. THE hierarchy is out of date, Our monarchy was sick of late, But now ’tis grown an excellent state: Oh, God a-mercy, Parliament! The teachers knew not what to say, The ’prentices have leave to play, The people have all forgotten to pray; Still, God a-mercy, Parliament! The Roundhead and the Cavalier Have fought it out almost seven year, And yet, methinks, they are never the near: Oh, God, etc. The gentry are sequester’d all; Our wives you find at Goldsmith Hall, For there they meet with the devil and all; Still, God, etc. The Parliament are grown to that height They care not a pin what his Majesty saith; And they pay all their debts with the public faith. Oh, God, etc. Though all we have here is brought to nought, In Ireland we have whole lordships bought, There we shall one day be rich, ’tis thought: Still, God, etc. We must forsake our father and mother, And for the State undo our own brother And never leave murthering one another: Oh, God, etc. Now the King is caught and the devil is dead; Fairfax must be disbanded, Or else he may chance be Hotham-ed. Still, God, etc. They have made King Charles a glorious king, He was told, long ago, of such a thing; Now he and his subjects have reason to sing, Oh, God, etc. THE CITIES LOYALTIE TO THE KING. (Aug. 13th, 1647.) The city of London made several demonstrations this year to support the Presbyterian party in the Parliament against the Independents and the army. In the latter end of September, after the army had marched to London, and the Parliament acted under its influence, the lord mayor and a large part of the aldermen were committed to the Tower on the charge of high treason; and a new mayor for the rest of the year was appointed by the Parliament. To the tune of “London is a fine town and a gallant city.”