The Contented Subjects.

And who can foretell what God's Love will bestow
On us Sinful Men, who Inhabit below ?

Since dayly we find that the Powers above

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Sends us dayly symptomes of Mercy and Love:
But let brave Loyal Citizens merrily Sing,

"God bless Noble Prichard, and Prosper the King!"

36

Thrice happy are Subjects, yea, Blessed are they
Who Honour their Prince, and God's Laws do obey;
Upon that Blest Land will Providence flow,
"Twere happy for England if we could do so:
Yet brave London Citizens merrily Sing,

"God bless Noble Prichard, and Prosper the King!"

42

What Prince ever Reign'd in this Island before,
More filled with Love, that hath Mercy in store?
That freely forgives many who do offend,

In hopes to find Mercy himself in the end:
Then brave London Citizens merrily Sing,

"God bless Noble Prichard, and Prosper our King!"

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Then lift up your Souls, both in Heart and in Voice,
Bless Heaven so kind, for so happy a Choice,
As lately was made, to the People's content,
Of which I do hope they will never repent:
While the brave London Citizens merrily Sing,
"God bless Noble Prichard, and Prosper the King!

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You brave English Subjects, that Honour your Prince,
Take Pattern by me, and let Reason convince,
That our King doth endeavour this Land to advance,
And not keep you like the poor Serviles in France:

Then let London Citizens merrily Sing,

"God bless Noble Prichard, and Prosper the King!"

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Of Whigs and of Torys we hear shall no more,
These Names of distinctions did trouble some sore;
But since God and the King to England are friends,
Know, where strife amongst Subjects so strangely depends,
The Citizens then very faintly will Sing:
But God Bless the Mayor, and Prosper the King!

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In broadside misprinted, "But let us brave Loyal Citizens," etc., and in burden of next verse misplaces "London" before brave Citizens," as also in the final verse, where we leave it unchanged: Prichard throughout, for Pritchard.

168 "Jemmy" Monmouth and "Tony" Shaftesbury.

Do but mind with what Joy this Mayor was receiv'd,
'Twould make you admire, 'tis by some not believ'd:
But 'tis certainly sure, give but Credit to me,
That goes not by Here-say, but this I did see:
Then London brare Citizens merrily Sing,

"God bless Noble Prichard, and Prosper the King!"

Finis.

Printed for P. Brooksby, in West-Smithfield.

[In White-letter. No woodcuts. Date, October 29, 1682.]

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Jemmy and Anthony.

"Now the Plotters and Plots are confounded, and all their designs made known, Which smelt so strong of the Round-head, and Treason of 'Forty-One; And all the Pious Intentions for Property, Liberty, Laws,

Are found to be only Inventions, to bring in their Good Old Cause.

"By their delicate Bill of Exclusion, so hotly pursu'd by the Rabble,
They hop'd to have made such confusion, as never was seen at old Babel.
Then Shaftesbury's brave City Boys, and Monmouth]'s Country Relations,
Were ready to second the Noise, and send it throughout Three Nations.

"No more of the fifth of November, that dangerous desperate Plot;
But ever with horrour remember Old Toney, Armstrong, and Scot.
For Toney will ne'r be forgotten, nor Ferguson's popular Rules,
Nor Monmouth nor Grey when they're rotten, for Popular Politick Fools.
"But I hope they will have their desert, and the Gallows will have its due,
And Jack Ketch will be more expert, and in time be as rich as a Jew:
Whilst now in the Tavern we sing, All joy to great York and his Right!
A glorious long reign to our King, and when they've occasion we'll fight.'
-The Whigs laid open. 1683.

JEMMY

EMMY is Monmouth of course, and Anthony Ashley Cooper, Earl of Shaftesbury, is associated with him in the following Roxburghe Ballad, which had been written by one of their partizans, and circulated to further their plans. It has about it the ring of anticipated triumph, and was appointed to be sung to the tune of "Young Jemmy is a Lad," belonging to the ballad of "England's Darling" (already given, Vol. IV. p. 503, but compare one on 657). His partizans were active in disseminating praise of him, e.g.,

Monmouth's brave mind cou'd no disguise endure,
Still Noble ways preferring to Secure.

[Roxburghe Collection, III. 917.]

Jemmy and Anthony.

TO THE TUNE OF Young Jemmy. [See pp. 503, 657, of Vol. IV.]

MONMOUTH is a brave Lad, the like's not in our City;
He is no TORY Blade; (give ear unto my Ditty!)
Long may he live in happy years, Victorious may he be,
And prosper long those Noble Peers, Monmouth and Shaftsbury!
We care not for such Sots, as are the Crew of Papish;
They with their Cursed Plots and Treasons are so Apish;
But all our City knows them well, bad Subjects for to be:
Then prosper long those Noble Peers, Monmouth and Shaftsbury!

Some say they was bad men, that swore against the Earl;
Which hath to England been a costly precious Pearl :
But may they be convinced, that their Errors do not see:
Then prosper long those Noble Peers, Monmouth and Shaftsbury!

Some say the Papists think to work their overthrow; And they so closely link, and Plotting was also; But God, who bring all things to light, his Eyes still open be: Then prosper long those Noble Peers, Monmouth and Shaftsbury!

If that their Popish Plots had not soon come to light, Then all Good Protestants had been put to the flight; But God does bring them all to light, as you may plainly see: Then prosper long those Noble Peers, Monmouth and Shaftsbury!

Great Monmouth they've abus'd, and likewise Shaftesbury, And with their Tongues misus'd have said they Traytors be; But they that answer to the Laws are Subjects good and free; Then prosper long those Noble Peers, Monmouth and Shaftsbury!

[Cf. p. 176.

And now, the simple Men, they are at it again, They are not like to Men, they are more like to Swine; And now they think they are to prove self-murder of Godfrey1: Then prosper long those Noble Peers, Monmouth and Shaftsbury!

1 See our introduction to the verses entitled A Satyr upon Coffee, pp. 176, 181, for account of the troubles into which Nat Thompson fell for publishing evidence which proved the likelihood of Sir Edmondbury Godfrey having committed suicide, and of his brothers lending themselves to the deceit of making it appear that he had been murdered, in order to retain his property unforfeited.

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The Duke of York's Return, after Shipwreck.

And now methinks 'tis strange, that he himself should Murther, No, no, 'tis but a Shamm, that comes from Rome, or further; For Godfrey was a Loyal Man to his King and Country: Then prosper long those Noble Peers, Monmouth and Shaftsbury! But these, they know it well, it was their Popish Crew, By some of them he fell, for this Good Man they slew; But yet, for all their cursed Plots, we fear not Popery: But prosper long our Noble Peers, Monmouth and Shaftsbury! And now for to conclude, I think it is no matter,

If the Popish Plotting Crew was Hang'd up in a Halter; Which maketh Strife in this our Land, as you may plainly see: Then prosper long those Noble Peers, Monmouth and Shaftsbury! Finis.

Printed for R. Shuter, ANNO MDCLXXXII.

[White-letter. No cut. Date, October, 1682; before Shaftesbury's flight.]

On the Duke's Return from Shipwreck, 1682.
(Mentioned on our pp. 152, 153.)

Through aight Planet again is restor'd;

Hrough Tempests at Sea, through Tumults on shore,

Still welcome, but ne're more welcome before,
To all honest Men, who his absence deplor'd:

We sigh'd in the Shade for the Sun we adore,
And now with fresh Incense our Altars run o're.
To the King and the Queen, to the brim let it flow;
The Duke and the Dutchess shall have the next place;
To the Royal Blew-Cap about let it go,
The blooming fresh Blossom of the ancient Race.

May he reign, and live ever to conquer his foes,
Who Monarchy hate, and its rights dare oppose.

But Pilot, take care and look to your charge,
Keep 'loof to the Windings, the Glass is run out,
For if you want depth you endanger the Barge,
Then launch in the Ocean, and tack it about:

If Quicksands or Shallows our vessel withstood,
To waft her off safe we will raise a new Flood.

Then fill up, and see no Ebb in the Glass,
For want of High-water the Ship runs aground,
Then if we must fall while he safely does pass
Wee'l in the full-tide of Allegiance be drown'd.

[i.e. Admiral York.

The Dog that dares bark while this Planet does shine,
In a thirst let him dye, and in darkness repine.

By MATTHEW TAURMAN.

Mug-House Loyalty and Coffee-house Sedition.

"I was t' other day in a place, as they say,

Where Doctors and Schollars assemble;

Where the folk do speak nought but Latin and Greek;

( 'twould make a poor Vicar to tremble!

"For hither resort a throng of each sort,

Some clad in blew-aprons, some sattin;
And each 'Prentice boy and brave Hobedehoi
Doth call for his Coffee in Latin.

"But did you but hear their Latin, I fear,

You'd laugh till you'd burst your breeches;
To see with what state they break Priscian's pate,
And yet do but scratch where it itches."

-Woolnoth's Coffee-Scuffle. 1662.

WHILE puritanical Sectaries were plotting treason over their

"evening's coffee laced with argument," including casuistry and sanctimonious cant, our Jovial Loyalist felt merry and contented over a cup of sack. At that same date, 1682, he was singing Sir Edward Morgan's song, "The Destruction of Care," (Pepys, V. 97), beginning, If Sorrow the Tyrant invade thy breast,

Draw out the foul friend by the Lug, the Lug.

This jovial toper of the Roxburghe Ballad "Content's a Treasure" and the hero of a Mughouse Diversion could not fail to harmonize their musical glasses wherever they met; and as they were strictly contemporaries, and fellow-citizens, that they did thus meet is beyond question. Good liquor gives wholesome politics, so long as it is not in excess of quantity. It is your sulky sots, or blind drunkards whose drink is adulterated with tapster abominations of logwood, Cocculus Indicus, or aqua fortis, that rush into the excesses of "No Popery" riots either in 1680 or its centenary anniversary, 1780. "From good liquor ne'er shrink" was а favourite encouragement: but bad liquor was an evil that always led to mischief. "You knave, there's lime in this Sack too!" was Falstaff's just complaint. Except wasting their own time and money, not much harm was done by the festive gallants who "sat late at the Rose," at the Bell, or went to the Devil, "the Sun, the Dog, the Triple Tun," or similar hostelries; although these were among the worst conducted in London. It was at the CoffeeHouse that sedition was stealthily inculcated, and conspiracies formed for assassinations and tumultuous rising. Libels there circulated unchecked, sneers at Religion and Loyalty found a congenial home, and with a boast of having clear minds and wakefulness under the inspiration of the Arabian berry, the Coffee drinkers discredited its virtues by their peevish temper, factiousness, and proneness to lying, hatred, malice, and all uncharitableness. The frequent complaints against Coffee-Houses as