From midnight-birds, who lye at catch Some plume from monarchy to snatch, And from fond youths that cannot watch, God bless, etc. From brethren who must still dissent, Whose froward gospell brooks no Lent, And who recant, but ne’er repent, God bless, etc. From Levites void of truth and shame, Who to the time their pulpits frame, And keep the style but change the name, God bless, etc. From men by heynous crimes made rich, Who (though their hopes are in the ditch) Have still th’ old fornicatours itch, God bless, etc. From such as freely paid th’ arrears Of the State-troops for many years, But grudge one tax for Cavaleers, God bless, etc. THE SECOND PART. A CROWN of gold without allay, Not here provided for one day, But framed above to last for aye! God send, etc. A Queen to fill the empty place, And multiply his noble race, Wee all beseech the throne of grace To send, etc. A people still as true and kind As late (when for their King they pin’d), Not fickle as the tide or wild, God send, etc. A fleet like that in fifty-three, To re-assert our power at sea, And make proud Flemings bend their knee, God send, etc. Full magazines and cash in store, That such as wrought his fate before May hope to do the same no more, God send, etc. A searching judgement to divine, Of persons whether they do joyn For love, for fear, or for design, God send, etc. A well-complexion’d Parliament, That shall (like Englishmen) resent What loyall subjects underwent, God send, etc. Review of statutes lately past, Made in such heat, pen’d in such hast, That all events were not forecast, God send, etc. Dispatch of businesse, lawes upright, And favour where it stands with right, (Be their purses ne’er so light), God send, etc. A raven to supply their need, Whose martyrdom (like noble seed) Sprung up at length and choak’t the weed, God send, etc. The King and kingdom’s debts defray’d, And those of honest men well pay’d, To which their vertue them betray’d, God send, etc. Increase of customes to the King May our increase of traffick bring, ’Tis that will make the people sing Long live, etc. London, printed for Robert Crofts, at the Crown, in Chancery Lane, 1661. THE CAVALIER’S COMPLAINT. This and the following ballad, from the King’s Pamphlets, British Museum, express the discontent of the Cavaliers at the ingratitude of King Charles to the old supporters of the fortunes of his family.—(March 15th, 1660.) To the tune of “I tell thee, Dick.”