Pull out the other three, it is Nathaniel Fines {85} (Who Bristol lost for fear), we’ll not leave him behind’s; ’Tis a chip of that good old block, who to loyalty gave the first knock, Then stole away to Lundey, whence the foul fiend fetches him one day. Sing hi ho, canting Fines, you and the rest to mend ’um, Would ye were served in your kinds with an _ense rescidendum_. Sing hi ho, etc. He that comes down-stairs, is Lord Chief Justice Glin; {86} If no man for him cares, he cares as little again: The reason too I know’t, he helpt cut Strafford’s throat, And take away his life, though with a cleaner knife. Sing hi ho, Britain bold, straight to the bar you get, Where it is not so cold as where your justice set. Sing hi ho, etc. He that will next come in, was long of the Council of State, Though hardly a hair on his chin when first in the council he sate; He was sometime in Italy, and learned their fashions prettily, Then came back to’s own nation, to help up reformation. Sing hi ho, Harry Nevil, {87} I prythee be not too rash With atheism to court the Divel, you’re too bold to be his bardash. Sing hi ho, etc. He there with ingratitude blackt is one Cornelius Holland, {88} Who, but for the King’s house, lackt wherewith to appease his colon; The case is well amended since that time, as I think, When at court gate he tended with a little stick and a short link. Sing hi ho, Cornelius, your zeal cannot delude us; The reason pray now tell ye us why thus you play’d the Judas. Sing hi ho, etc. At first he was a grocer who now we Major call, Although you would think no, Sir, if you saw him in Whitehall, Where he has great command, and looks for cap in hand, And if our eggs be not addle, shall be of the next new moddel. Sing hi ho, Mr Salloway, {89} the Lord in heaven doth know When that from hence you shall away, where to the Devil you’l go. Sing hi ho, etc. Little Hill, {90} since set in the House, is to a mountain grown; Not that which brought forth the mouse, but thousands the year of his own. The purchase that I mean, where else but at Taunton Dean; Five thousand pounds per annum, a sum not known to his grannam. Sing hi, the Good old Cause, {91} ’tis old enough not true You got more by that then the laws, so a good old cause to you. Sing hi ho, etc. Master Cecil, {92} pray come behind, because on your own accord The other House you declined, you shall be no longer a lord; The reason, as I guess, you silently did confess, Such lords deserved ill the other House to fill. Sing hi ho, Mr Cecil, your honour now is gone; Such lords are not worth a whistle, we have made better lords of our own. Sing hi ho, etc.