VI.

In all thefe gay Troops, 'mongst twenty fcarce one
Had Halbert or Pistol, Sword, Carbine or Gun;
A Sign they did mean no great harm fhould be done,
Which, &c.

VII.

One Horfe wore a Halter among all the reft,
Nor had the dull Wight half the Senfe of his Beaft,
And he of the two did deferve the Rope beft,

VIII.

Which, &c.

Here were many Gallants, I warrant you that
Had Ribbons of Orange and Seamans Cravat,
The Defect of their Arms was made up in State,
Which, &c.

IX.

Here Mordant and G-----on their pamper'd Steeds

prance,

D----- Brab---- G---- next, and 7. Willis advance, Who phyz'd at the Switzer that can'd him in France. Which, &c.

X.

In this Cavalcade, for the Grace of the Matter, Lord Lovelace rode firft, and the next follow'd after, They gallopt up Town first, and then down to Water, Which, &c.

XI.

The Mayor and his Brethren in courteous Fashion, Bid him welcome to Town in a fine pen'd Oration, And thank'd him for taking such Care of the Nation, Which, &c.

XII.

His Honour the next day in Courtship exceeding, Return'd a finart Speech to fhew them his Breeding, Which when 'tis in print will be well worth the readWhich, &c.

ing,

XIII.

Having thus far proceeded to fecure the Town, The Guards were ftrait fet, and the Bridges beat down, And tho' no greatCourage, yet his Conduct was shown,

XIV.

Which,

Next Night's Alarum our Warriors surprise,
Drums beat, Trumpets found, and at Midnight all rife
To fight the King's Army that came in disguise,
Which, &c.

XV.

The Cits were ftrait armed, expert Men and able, With Prongs and with Coal-ftaffs march'd next whooping Rabble,

In as great a Confufion as ever was Babel,

xvi.

Which, &c.

In the midft of the Mob two fat Draymen appear, To guard Mr. Enfign a huge nasty Tar,

Who flourish'd a Blanket for Colours of War,

XVII.

Which, &.

Since England was England, no People e'er scarce
So pleasantly burlesqu'd the angry God Mars,
Or of Affairs warlike e'er made fuch a Farce,
Which, &c.

XVIII.

At the foot of the Colours blith Crendon did go,
Who play'd a new Tune you very well know,
His Bagpipes fqueak'd nothing but Lero, Lero,
Which, &c.

XIX.

And had the Dear Joys now but come in the nick,
I fancy they had shown them a slippery Trick,
And march'd more nimbly without their Musick,
Which no Body can deny.

ADAM's SLE E P.

Leep, Adam, fleep, and take thy Reft,

Let

But when thou wak'st, look up and fee
What thy Creator hath done for thee:
A Creature from thy Side is ta'en,
Who 'till thou wake, fhe wants a Name;
Flesh of thy Flesh, Bone of thy Bone,
A Mate moft fit for thee alone.

Wake, Adam, wake, to embrace thy Bride,
Who is newly rifen from thy Side;
But in the midft of thy Delights, beware,
Left her Enticements prove thy Snare.

F

ASON G.

AIN would 1, Chloris, e'er I die,
Bequeath you fuch a Legacy,
That you might fay when I'am gone,
None hath the like: My Heart alone
Were the best Gift I could bestow,
But that's already yours, you know.
So that 'till you my Heart refign,
Or fill with yours the Place of mine,
And by that Grace my Store renew,
I fhall have nought worth giving you;
Whofe Breaft has all the Wealth I have,
Save a faint Carcafe and a Grave:
But had I as many Hearts as Hairs,
As many Lives as Love has Fears,
As many Lives as Years have Hours,
They should be all and only yours.

HERO's Complaint to LEANDER.

N

OR com'ft thou yet, my flothful Love! nor yét Leander! Oh my Leander! can't thou forget Thy Hero? Leander, why doft thou stay,

Who holds thee! Cruel! what hath begot delay?, Too foon alas! the Rofey-finger'd Morn

Will chase the darkfome Night. Ah me! I burn
And die in this my languishing Defire.

See! fee! the Taper waftes in his own Fire,
Like me; and will be spent before thou come.
Make hafte then my Leander, prethee come.
Behold the Winds and Seas, deaf and enrag'd,
My Imprecations have in part afswag'd;
Their Fury's paft; but thou more deaf than they,!.
More mercilefs, torment'ft me with delay.

If far from hence, upon thy Native Shoar,
Such high Delight thou tak'ft, why didft thou more
Incite my hot Defires with faithless Lines,
Flatt'ring me with Promife, that when the Winds
Became less high, and Shores had some Repose,
If I did but the friendly Torch expofe

To be thy Guide, thou would'st not fail to come?
The Shores have Peace, the Winds and Seas are dumb,
Thy Hero here attends thee, and the Light
Invades the Horror of the fable Night;
Come quickly then, and in these Arms appear,
That have been oft thy chiefeft Calm, thy Sphear,
Wretch that I am! 'tis fo, you Gods! 'tis fo!
Whilft here I vent to Heav'n and Seas my Woe,
He at Abydos in a newer Flame

Forgets that e'er he heard poor Hero's Name.
Ah! lighter than Bloffoms, or the fleeting Air
That fheds them; How! O how can't thou repair
Thy broken Faith! Is this the dear Refpect
Thou bear' to Oaths and Vows, thus to neglect

Both Cytherea and her Nun! Is this
Th' inviolable Band of Hymen! This

That knot, before the facred Altar made

Of Sea-born Venus! Heav'ns lend your Aid,
And arm your felves in Thunder! Oh! but stay,
What vain Fear tranfports thee, Hero, away
With jealous Fury? Leander's thine, thou his
And the poor Youth at home lamenting is
The wary Eyes of his old Parents; now
Steals from them apace unto the Shoar, now
With hafty hand doth fling his Robes from him,
And even now bold Boy attempts to swim,
Parting the fwelling Waves with Iv'ry Arms,
Born up alone by Love's all-powerful Charms.
You gentler peaceful Winds, if ever Love
Had Pow'r in you, if ever you did prove
Leaft fpark of Cupid's Flame, for pity's fake
With fofter Gales more fmooth and easie make
The troubled Flood unto my Soul's Delight.
You Show'rs, you Storms and Tempeffs black as Night,
Retire your Fury, 'till my Love appear,
And bless these Shoars in fafety, and I here
Within these Arms enfold my only Treafure;
Then all in Rage and Horror fend at Pleasure
The frothy Billows high as Heaven, that he
May here be ever forc'd to dwell with me.
But hark! O wonder! what fudden Storm is this?
Seas menace Heav'n, and the Winds do hifs,
In fcorn of this my juft Requeft. Retire,
Retire, my too too vent'rous Love, retire,
Tempt not the angry Seas. Ah me! ah me!
The Light, the Light's blown out! O Gods! O deadly
Night! Neptune, Lolus, ye pow'rful Deities,
Spare, O fpare my Jewel! pity the Cries
And Tears of wretched Hero! 'Tis Leander
Trufts you with his Love and Life, fair Leander,
Beauty of these Shoars. See! fee the bashful Morn,
For forrow of my fad Laments, hath torn