does not appear; probably not till many mouths after Tomkins and Chaloner had suffered.
We had a very curious account of the pulling down of Cheapside Cross lately published in one of the Numbers of the Gentlemen’s Magazine, 1766.—Percy’s Reliques.
THE LONG PARLIAMENT.
By John Cleveland.
Most gracious and omnipotent,
And everlasting Parliament,
Whose power and majesty
Are greater than all kings by odds;
And to account you less than gods
Must needs be blasphemy.
Mosses and Aaron ne’er did do
More wonder than is wrought by you
For England’s Israel;
But though the Red Sea we have past,
If you to Canaan bring’s at last,
Is’t not a miracle—?
In six years’ space you have done more
Than all the parliaments before;
You have quite done the work.
The King, the Cavalier, and Pope,
You have o’erthrown, and next we hope
You will confound the Turk.
By you we have deliverance
From the design of Spain and France,
Ormond, Montrose, the Danes;
You, aided by our brethren Scots,
Defeated have malignant plots,
And brought your sword to Cain’s.
What wholesome laws you have ordain’d,
Whereby our property’s maintain’d,
’Gainst those would us undo;
So that our fortunes and our lives,
Nay, what is dearer, our own wives,
Are wholly kept by you.
Oh! what a flourishing Church and State
Have we enjoy’d e’er since you sate,
With a glorious King (God save him!):
Have you not made his Majesty,
Had he the grace but to comply,
And do as you would have him!
Your Directory how to pray By the spirit shows the perfect way; In real you have abolisht The Dagon of the Common Prayer, And next we see you will take care That churches be demolisht.
A multitude in every trade
Of painful preachers you have made,
Learned by revelation;
Cambridge and Oxford made poor preachers,
Each shop affordeth better teachers—
O blessed reformation!
Your godly wisdom hath found out
The true religion, without doubt;
For sure among so many
We have five hundred at the least;
Is not the gospel much increast?
All must be pure, if any.
Could you have done more piously
Than sell church lands the King to buy,
And stop the city’s plaints?
Paying the Scots church-militant,
That the new gospel helpt to plant;
God knows they are poor saints!
Because th’ Apostles’ Creed is lame,
Th’ Assembly doth a better frame,
Which saves us all with ease;
Provided still we have the grace
To believe th’ House in the first place,
Our works be what they please.
’Tis strange your power and holiness
Can’t the Irish devils dispossess,
His end is very stout:
But tho’ you do so often pray,
And ev’ry month keep fasting-day,
You cannot cast them out.
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