Pecuniæ obediunt omnia Money masters all things, or, Satyrical poems, shewing the power and influence of money over all men, of what profession or trade soever they be : to which are added, A Lenten litany, by Mr. C____d, A satyr on Mr. Dryden, and several other modern translators : also A satyr on women in general : together with Mr. Oldham's Character of a certain ugly old p----

A Lenten Litany. Composed for a Confiding Brother, for the Benefit and Edification of the Faithful Ones.

FRom Villany drest in the Doublet of Zeal, From three Kingdoms bak'd in one Common∣weal, From a gleek of Lord Keepers of one poor Seal, Libera nos, &c.

From a Chancery-Writ, and a Whip and a Bell, From a Justice of Peace that never cou'd spell, From Colonel P. and the Vicar of Hell, Libera nos, &c.

From Neat's Feet without Socks, and three-penny Pies, From a new sprung light that will put out ones Eyes, From Goldsmiths-Hall, the Devil and Excise, Libera nos, &c.

From two hou••s Talk without one Word of Sense, From Liberty still in the Future-Tense, From a Parliament long-wasted Conscience, Libera nos, &c.

From a Coppid Crown Tenent prick'd up by a Brother, From damnable Members and Fits of the Mother, From Ears like Oysters that grin at each other, Libera nos, &c.

From a Preacher in Buff, and a Quarter-staff Stee∣ple, From th' unlimitted Sovereign Power of the People; From a Kingdom that crawls on its Knees like a Creeple, Libera nos, &c.

From a Vinegar Priest on a Crab-Tree Stock, From a Foddering of Prayer four Hours by the Clock, From a Holy Sister with a pitiful Smock, Libera nos, &c.

From a hunger-starv'd Sequestrator's Maw, From Revelations and Visions that never Man saw, From Religion without either Gospel or Law, Libera nos, &c.

From the Nick and Froth of a Penny-Pot-House, From the Fiddle and Cross, and a great Scotch Louse, From Committees that chop up a Man like a Mouse, Libera nos, &c.

From broken Shins, and the Blood of a Martyr, From the Titles of Lords, and Knights of the Garter, From the Teeth of Mad-Dogs, and a Country-man's Quarter, Libera nos, &c.

From the Publick Faith, and an Egg and Butter, From the Irish Purchases, and all their Clutter, From Omega's Nose, when he settles to sputter, Libera nos, &c.

From the Zeal of old Harry lock'd up with a Whore, From waiting with Plaints at the Parliament-Door, From the Death of a King without Why or Where∣fore, Libera nos, &c.

From the French Disease, and the Puritan Fry, From such as ne'er Swear, but devoutly can Lye, From cutting of Capers full three Story high, Libera nos, &c.

From painted Glass and Idolatrous Cringes, From a Presbyter's Oath that turns upon Hinges, From Westminster Iews with Levitical Fringes, Libera nos, &c.

From all that is said, and a thousand times more, From a Saint and his Charity to the Poor, From the Plagues that are kept for a Rebel in store, Libera nos, &c.

The Second Part.

THat if it please thee to assist Our Agitators and their List, And Hemp them with a gentle Twist, Quaesumus te, &c.

That it may please thee to suppose Our Actions are as good as those That gull the People through the Nose, Quaesumus te, &c

That it may please thee here to enter, And fix the rumbling of our Centre, For we live all at Peradventure, Quaesumus te, &c.

That it may please thee to unite The Flesh and Bones unto the Sprite, Else Faith and Literature good night, Quaesumus te, &c.

That it may please thee O that we May each Man know his Pedigree, And save that Plague of Heraldry, Quaesumus te, &c.

That it may please thee in each Shire, Cities of Refuge Lord to rear, That failing Brethren may know where, Quaesumus te, &c.

That it may please thee to abhor us; Or any such dear favour for us, That thus hath wrought thy Peoples Sorrows, Quaesumus te, &c.

That it may please thee to embrace Our days of thanks and fasting face, For robbing of thy Holy place, Quaesumus te, &c.

That it may please thee to adjourn The Day of Judgment, lest we burn, For lo! It is not for our turn, Quaesumus te, &c.

That it may please thee to admit A Close Committee there to sit, No Devil to a human Wit! Quaesumus te, &c.

That it may please thee to dispense A little for convenience, Or let us play upon the sense, Quaesumus te, &c.

That it may please thee to embalm The Saints in Robin Wisdom's Psalm, And make them musical and calm, Quaesumus te, &c.

That it may please thee since 'tis doubt Satan cannot throw Satan out, Unite us and the High-land rout, Quaesumus te, &c.