Poems by J.C. ; with additions.

The Mixt Assembly.

FLeabitten Synod, an Assembly brew'd Of Clerks and Elders ana, like the rude Chaos of Presbyt'ry, where Lay-men guide With the tame Woolpack Clergy by their side. Who askt the Banes 'twixt these discolour'd Mates? A strange Grotesco this, the Church and States (Most divine tick-tack) in a pye-bald crew, To serve as table-men of divers hue. She that conceiv'd an AEthiopian heir By picture, when the parents both were fair, At sight of you had born a dappled son, You chequering her 'magination. Had Iacobs flock but seen you sit, the dams Had brought forth speckled & ringstreaked lambs. Like an Impropriators Motley kind, Whose Scarlet Coat is with a Cassock lin'd. Like the Lay-thief in a Canonick weed, Sure of his Clergy e're he did the deed. Like Royston Crows, who are (as I may say) Friers of both the Orders Black and Gray. So mixt they are, one knows not whethers thicker, A Layre of Burgesse, or a Layre of Vicar. Have they usurp'd what Royall Iudah had? And now must Levi too part stakes with Gad?

The Scepter and the Crosier are the Crutches, Which if not trusted in their pious Clutches, Will fail the Criple State. And were't not pity But both should serve the yardwand of the City? That Isaac might stroak his beard, and sit Judge of 〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉 and Elegerit. Oh that they were in chalk and charcole drawn! The Misselany Satyr, and the Fawn, And all the Adulteries of twisted nature But faintly represent this ridling feature, Whose Members being not tallies, they'l not own Their fellows at the Resurrection. Strange scarlet Doctors these, they'l passe in story For sinners half refin'd in Purgatory; Or parboyl'd Lobsters, where there joyntly rules The fading Sables, and the coming Gules. The flea that Falstaffe damn'd, thus lewdly shews Tormented in the flames of Bardolphs Nose, Like him that wore the Dialogue of Cloaks, This shoulder Iohn-a-Styles, that John-a-Noaks. Like Jews and Christians in a ship together, With an old Neck-verse to distinguish either. Like their intended Discipline to boot, Or whatsoe're hath neither head nor foot: Such may their stript-stuffe hangings seem to be, Sacriledge matcht with Codpeece-symony; Be sick and dream a little, you may then Phansie these Linsie-Woolsie Vestry-men.

Forbear good Pembroke, be not over-daring, Such company may chance to spoil thy swearing: And these Drum-Major oaths of Bulk unruly, May dwindle to a feeble By my truly. He that the Noble Percyes blood inherits, Will he strike up a Hot-spur of the spirits? Hee'l fright the Obadiahs out of tune, With his uncircumcised Algernoon: A name so stubborn, 'tis not to be scan'd By him in Gath with the six finger'd hand. See, they obey the Magick of my words. Presto; they're gone, and now the House of Lords Looks like the wither'd face of an old hagg But with three teeth, like to a triple gagg. A Jig, a Jig; and in this Antick dance Fielding, and doxy Marshall first advance. Twiss blows the Scotch pipes, and the loving brase Puts on the traces, and treads Cinqu-a-p••ce. Then Say and Seal must his old hamstrings supple, And he and rumpl'd Palmer make a couple. Palmer's a fruitfull girle, if hee'l unfold her, The Midwife may find work about her shoulder. Kimbolton that rebellious Boanerges, Must be content to saddle Doctor Burges. If Burges get a clap, 'tis ne're the worse, But the fift time of his Compurgators. Nol Bowls is coy; good sadnesse, cannot dance But in obedience to the Ordinance.

Her Wharton wheels about till Mumping Lidy, Like the full Moon, hath made his Lordship giddy. Pym and the Members must their giblets levy T' incounter Madam Smec that single Bevy. If they two truck together; will not be A Childbirth, but a Goal-delivery. Thus every Gibeline hath got his Guelph, But Selden, hee's a Galliard by himself, And well may be; there's more Divines in him Then in all this their Jewish Sanhedrim: Whose Canons in the forge shall then bear date When Mules their Cosin-Germanes generate. Thus Moses Law is violated now, The Ox and Asse go yok'd in the same plough: Resign thy Coach-box Twisse; Brook's Preacher, he Would sort the beasts with more conformity. Water & earth make but one globe, a Roundhead Is Clergy-Lay Party-per-pale compounded.