Loyal poems and satyrs upon the times since the beginning of the Salamanca plot written by several hands ; collected by M.T.

THE MAD-MENS HOSPITAL, OR Presbyterian Itch.

I.

OH happy Soil, unhappily possess'd, Your Natives now invade your Sacred peace, And that Religion we all profess'd, Must now by Exterpation succease: Our Laws are broken, Birthrights ta'en away, Banish'd or Murder'd Innocents betray.

II.

This Hell bred Change hath Reformation brought, By bold Interpritation of Text: VVhat was believ'd, and our Forefathers taught. By new dark Lanthorn Lights is now perplext. New Government's set up, the Rabble see A way to Rule the Church and Monarchy.

III.

Oh treble damn'd! Rebbles to God and King, Who first put Arms into the Round-Heads hands, Taught them to know their Brutish strength, who bring A right of Levelling to all Mens Lands.

Like Hounds unhunted left to their own Chase, Seize all that cross their way, Noble or Base.

VI.

They love the King as School boys Masters love, Let them do what they will; How good a Man; Correct them he's a Tyrant, none above, If they admit, then Govern them that can. Break up the School, A Common-Wealth their Cry's, Learning hath Foold the World, and taught us Lyes.

V.

Thus in this wilfull, and presuming Age, Where Reasons Blinded with Opinion, For currant Truth upheld by th' Peoples Rage. They Spurn at Truth, and true Religion. Those Beast like Rights, which greater Beasts per∣swade, Are the false Opticks of their Cheating Trade.

VI.

Poor Country Men! the whole worlds hate or scorn Led by a creeping Will ih' Wisp's false Fire, Like him to Malice and to Mischiefs born, Leads you to perish in a poyson'd Mire. Pride made a Devil, what is't made thee so? Malice: So coupled both together go.

VII.

But tell me yet Madmen have Intervalls, What end do you propose? suppose your Plot, Shou'd take effect that Pallaces and Halls, The King, the Duke, Lords, Papists and who not

Shou'd in one Ruin fall what wou'd Succeed? Cutting of Throats make one another Bleed!

VIII.

For the great King will not descend to reign, You (in his Members) Crucify him here, In time compleat when he will come again, 'Twill be to your Confusion, and Fear: Order Supports the World, nothing can stand VVithout it; Beasts have Order and Command:

IX.

These very Sects who now together joyn, Will then divide, and each their Claim advance. This is the Truth I hold, that Lordship's Mine, 'Tis false, 'tis not, 'tis for the K. of France, For when that one anothers Blood we draw, 'Tis time a third shou'd come to give us Law.