Juncto whelp'd three goodly ones in one day; the one was Prohibiting
any Wines, Wool, or Silk from the Kingdom of France, into
the Common-wealth of England, or any of the Dominions thereunto belonging:
What shall the Man in the Moon do for Claret now?
a very poor Revenge Ile promise you! but ye shall speed never
the better for it: It seems the thriving Juncto are become so
strong in their Purses, French Wines will not down with them;
Sack, Bastard, Hypocras,Aligant, &c. is more fructifying for the
encrease of the Saints, though Doctors of Divinity, and the best
Gentry in England drink Water; the Spirit has a divellish liquorish
tooth, and 'tis strange if the rest be not answerable. As for
Wool, the proud Juncto and their Luciferian Councel of State can
make it themselves by powdring their own hair; and for Silk,
Jones took so much from Marques Ormond, that they think they
have enough to make them soft rayment; that they may live in
Kings House for ever: A pox take them; had they nothing to
import but Claret! now could I find in my heart to Drink a
Health to their Confusion, and make all the Vintners and Drawers
in London pledge me; And sing to them this Catch following:
THe Man in the Moon, came tumbling down,
with Orbs, Sphears, Stars about him;
With Ariadnes Crown, he knock'd the Rebels down,
and the Pleiades they did Rowt them.
Then came Charles his Waine, and ended their Reign,
the Lyon in his ZODIAKE;
The Hercules and Bear, did find them where they were,
and made their proud Juncto shake.
The great Dog and his Whelp, did bark, howl, and yelp,
a strong predicting sign;
The Crab he did pinch and made Cromwel winch,
therefore lets drink off, our Wine.
The Snak did sting Bradshaw, he could not see the Law,
Æsculapsus(un) cur'd Tom's gowt;
Wing'd Pegasus did fly, at all their Anarchy,
Whilst the Eagle pick'd their eyes our.