'The Picture that is printed on the front Is like this Kingdome if you look upon 't; For if you well doe note it as it is, It is a Transform'd Metamorphasis. This Monstrous Picture plainly doth declare This land (quite out of order) out of square. His Breeches on his shoulders doe appeare, His doublet on his lower parts doth weare. His Boots and Spurs upon his Armes and Hands, His Gloves upon his feet (whereon he stands) The church o'erturned (a lamentable show) The Candlestick above, the light below, The Coney hunts the Dogge, the Rat the Cat, The Horse doth whip the Cart (I pray marke that) The Wheelbarrow doth drive the man (Oh Base) And Eeles and Gudgeons flie a mighty pace. And sure this is a Monster of strange fashion That doth surpasse all Ovids transformation. And this is England's case this very day, All things are turned the clean contrary way; For now, as when a Royall Parliament, (With King, and Peers, and Commons whole consent) Have almost sate two years, with paines and Cares, And charge, to free us from our Griefes and fears, For when many a worthy Lord and Knight, And good Esquire (for King and Countrey's Right) Have spent so much time with great Toyle and Heede All England's vicious garden how to weed, So like a wildernesse 'twas over run, That though much better hath been done; All is not done.' The Water Poet sided with the Cavalier party, and verse and prose flowed plentifully from his pen in favour of the Royal cause. His effusions provoked many replies, one of which is entitled, '_No Mercurius Aquaticus, but a Cable-Rope, double twisted for John Tayler, the Water Poet; who escaping drowning in a Paper-Wherry-Voyage, is reserved for another day, as followeth, viz._'