Classic Poem

Inspir'd with plum-broth, and minc'd pies,
This letter comes in humble wise,
To know how Su , and how you do?
Or whether you do do; or no
Whether you Christmas keep, or not?
For here we such a Mayor have got,
That though our tavernes open stand,
Church doors are shut, by his command
He does as good as say (we think)
Leave off this preaching, and go drink.
But this I doubt's no news to you,
The Countrey's Atheist part, part Jew
And care no more for Christ or's Mass,
Then he for them: So let 'um pass
And could the Priests be sure of pay,
They'ld down with that, and t'other day.
Yet spite of all our May'r could say,
We would not fast, though could not pray.
Here's feasting still throughout the City,
And drinking much (the more's the pitty)
And that's the cause why all this time,
I did not answer your last Rithme:
Nor do I now; 'Tis not my fashion
In verse to make a disputation.
What ever Su , and you have writ,
Shews both your kindness and your wit
But only I desire to know
If you're a member made or no,
For here we have a great adoe,
About our choice, whom, how, and who
Elects, or is Elected; some
To be made members send, and come,
While others of the wiser sort,
Sit still at home, and care not for't.
Richard , 'tis thought, has no intent
To have an endless Parliament
Nor must they share his goods and lands,
For what he has hee'l keep in's hands
Much is not left to be divided.
The business has so well been guided;
Nay he himself (I tell no lye)
Wants mony more then you or I.
No reason therefore can I see
Why you should bustle much to be.
A Senatour, unless it were,
For honour, yet that is but air,
And not the sweet'st, or saf'st, but still
Depends on other peoples will.
But trust me ( Charles ) you have a vain
That does more love, and honour gain,
And longer keepe't then all the tricks,
Of those that study Politicks
Protection's needless, for (they say)
You owe no debts, that you can pay,
To Nature one, which during life,
You cannot pay, nor that t'your Wife
Yet I would have you come away,
That though the house don't meet, we may
When every one gets up, and ride,
'Tis good to be o'th' rising side.
For as i'th' Church, so 'tis i'th' State,
Who's not Elect, is Reprobate.