hobbl'd before? Now wicked Cavaliers that love God and the
king; the Protestant Religion, and the Laws, begin a fresh to take
heart of Grace, and rouze up their dejected thoughts, to new
Rigge their weather-beaten Carkases, tack about, and only stay
for the Odourifferous breath of Charles the second to move in
their Sai[unr]s; by vertue of which they man to steer their Course:
Resolving to imploy all their skill, their strength and tackling,
to make their Voyage compleat with Success and Victory.
On gallant Souls; brave Ormond leads the way,
The Sun puts out Nolls Nose; Charles has the day.
The Country is so pestered with the devouring Locust of the Army,
that they are all weary of their lives, that what ever they
have, becomes prey for them, and is forcibly taken away in a
moment; the Juncto having received above 20 Petitions, wherein
the People make sad and grievous complaints touching Free-Quarter,
besides other heavy Taxes that press them down; but
to as much purpose, as if they had flung stones against the winde;
for the devil of the least redresse can be had: First, it is referred
to the Councel of State; and from the Councel of State, to a Committee;
and from the Committee, to the General; and from the
General, to the Councel of War; and so round to the Councel of
State again, and then to the Committee of the Army; and then
abought a yeer hence it will come about, to as much purpose as
at the first.
These were your Gods at first, you made them great;
And now they'l make you slaves, to earn their meat.
That graceless Pillorian Rabbi, Walker, in his Hebrew Characters,
hath by a Figure in his last Occurrences Relieved Dublin
with Water, which stood for a week together in great want, because
the Marquis of Ormond had got between the water and
them; and therefore he takes the paines to make Water on Jones
and his brother with a grace; 'Tis true (I hope) they have the
grace to desert the Regicides their Masters, as the rest do, and
joyn with the Marquis Ormond; and then a Dove upholds their
Standard indeed: and so Mr. Walker may be counted a wise man
of Cottam. Prithee tell me Walker in Plain English, Whether do
thy Masters Wind-Mills at Westminster or Mistris Ibbisont Water-mill
in Pye-corner-Dock, grind best? The one Grinding the