The cryes of Westminster. [parts 1-2] Or a whole pack of Parliamentary knavery opened, and set to sale. Come customers, come: pray see what you lack, her's Parliament wares of all sorts in my pack.

The Second Part, To the same Tune.

MY New Articles of Faith, who buyes the Parliaments new Faith? You may see by their WORKS, they are worse then Jews or Turks; let their faith be what it will, their Religion is to Kill.

Thus goe the cryes, &c.

Who buyes any Parliament jugglings of the newest fashion, Hocus Pocus never shew'd more to cheat the Nation, here is a trick, by Martins ring, shall suddenly depose a King; Tom shews you a pritty trick also, and at New-market and St. Albanes tells us what he means to doe; Trusty Thomas, thus keeps his Promise with his King; grace for∣sake him, devill take him, may all such false Knaves swing.

Thus goe the Cryes, &c.

Who buyes the Army's Proposalls; custo∣mers pray draw neer, the Devill in his pack had nere such geere; Here's Cromwells ma∣master-peece, 'twill blinde your eyes, & fill your head with Fifteen hundred Lies.

Thus goe the cryes, &c.

Her's a fine Order, was the like ever seen, shall murder all that Love their King or their Queen, a knot of such Trayterous Regicides were surely never seen, as Chal∣loner, Mildmay, Martyn and Veine, all Parlia∣ment Kings, that over us reigne: They are all glutted with their fellow subjects blood, and yet pretend their good, but pray let it be understood, for all Burleys blood, before Ienkins shall die, a hundred thousand in the City of London will try, to make Martyn, and all such Roagues to fly.

These be the cryes of London Towne, Some goe up Street, some goes downe, But a while I pray stand by, And you will hear another cry.

A new Ordinance pray come and buy, to establish the Presbytery; what Religion next, put's me beyond my text? if this wont please you, see another, pray Sir try, for I have a hundred more, here in my Pack, for you to buy.

These be the cryes, &c.

Who buyes a new Order, to new dip the Kings ships, and to their eternall fames, give them all new names; the Parliaments Ships forsooth; the Royall Soveraigne must be the Royall Traytor, the Prince, the Parlia∣ment Pinck, and the whole Fleet the Parlia∣ments Navie; O brave pyrats, whether are ye bound, let crosse windes tosse you, whilst you all are dround.

Thus to the world they make it known, Crown, Scepter, ships & ALL's their own. These be the cryes, &c.

VVho buyes a new Petition from Tanton, that the Devill brought the last great winde, and the Traytors now vant on. New, new, new, but as false as God is true; and so ye juggling Devells all, Adue.

Thus goe the cryes, &c.