The cloaks knavery

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The cloaks knavery
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[London :: s.n.,
1660?]
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Come buy my new Ballad I have't in my Wallet, But 'twill not I fear please every Palate: Then mark what ensu'th, I swear by my youth, That every line in my Ballad is truth: A Ballad of wit, a brave Ballad of worth: 'Tis newly printed, and newly come forth. 'Twas made of a Cloak that fell out with a Gown, That crampt all the Kingdom and crippl'd the Crown.

THE CLOAK'S KNAVERY.

COME buy my New Ballad, I have't in my Wallet, Tho twill not, I fear, please every Palate: Then mark what ensu'th, For I swear by my Youth, That every Line in my Ballad is Truth: A Ballad of Wit, a brave Ballad of Worth, 'Tis newly Printed and newly come Forth. 'Twas made of a Cloak that fell out with the Gown,
That cramp'd all the Kingdom and crippl'd the Crown.
Ill tell you in Brief A Story of Grief That happen'd when Cloak was Commander in Chief: It tore Common- Pray'rs, Imprison'd Lord Mayors, In one Day it voted down Prelates and Play'rs, It made People perjur'd in Point of Obedience, And the Cov'nant did cut off the Oath of Allegiance.
Then let us endeavour to pull the Cloak down, That cramp'd, &c.
It was a Black Cloak, In good Time be it spoke It kill'd many Thousands, but never struck Stroke; With Hatchet and Rope, The forlorn Hope, It join'd with the Devil to pull down the Pope; It set all the Sects in the City to Work, And rather than fail 'twould have brought in the Turk.
Then let us Endeavour, &c.
It Seiz'd on the Tow'r Guns, Those fierce Demi-gorgons, It set up the Bag-pipes, but pull'd down the Organs, The Pulpits did Smoak, Our church it did Choak, And all our Religion was turned to a Cloak; It brought in lay Elders could not Write or Read: It set publick Faith up, but pull'd down the Creed;
Then let us endeavour, &c.
This Pious Impostor Such Fury did Foster, It left us no Penny nor no Pater Noster; It threw to the Ground Ten Commandments down, And set up twice Twenty Times Ten of its own: It routed the King and Villains elected To plunder all those whom they thought Disaffected
Then let us Endeavour, &c
To blind Peoples Eyes This Cloak was so Wise, It took off Ship Money, but set up Excise: Men brought in their Plate For Reasons of State And gave it to Tom Trumpete and his Mate: In Pamphlets it wrote many specious Epistles To Couzen poor Wenches of Bodkins and Whistles.
Then let us Endeavour, &c.
In Pulpits it moved, And was much Approved For Crying out, Fight the 〈…〉〈…〉 Battles beloved; It Bobtail'd the Gown, Pull'd Prelacy down, It trode on the Mitre to reach at the Crown; And into the Field it an Army did bring To aim at the Council but shoot at the King.
Then let us Endeavour, &c.
It raised up States Whose Politick Pates Do now keep their Quarters on our City Gates; To Father and Mother To Sister and Brother It gave a Commission to kill one another: It took up Men's Horses at very low Rates And Plunder'd our Goods to seure our Estates.
Then let us Endeavour, &c.
This Cloak did proceed To a Damnable Deed, It made the best Mirrour of Majesty Bleed: Tho' Cloak did not do't It set it on Foot By rallying and calling his Journey Men to't: For never had come such a bl••••dy Disaster If Cloak had not first drawn a Sword at his Master.
Then let us Endeavour, &c.
Tho some of 'em went hence By sorrowful Sentence, This lofty long Cloak is not mov'd to Repentance; But he and his Men, Twenty Thousand times Ten, Are Ploting to do their Tricks over again: But let this proud Cloak to Authority stoop, Or Catch will provide him a Button and Loop,
For we'll ever endeavour, &c.
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