Classic Poem

All you that would no longer
To a Monarch be subjected,
Come away to Guildhall , and be there liberall,
Your Wish shall be there effected.
Come come away, bring your Gold, bring your Jewells,
Your silver Shap't, or Molten,
If the King you'l have down, and advance to the Crown
Five Members and K — —

Regard no Proclamations,
They're Subjects fit to Jest on,
Henry Elsing 's far better than C. R.
Resolv'd upon the Question.
Come, come away, &c.
Next, that in spight of Treason, we may have
A happy peace, but that we need not crave,
For when our bodkins cease 'twil be your pleasure
That arms may cease, not wanting wil, but treasure;
Else you'le but put the King to farther trouble,
To beat you to't, and make you Subjects double.
We know y'are powerfull, and can wonders do
Both by your Votes and Ordinances too;
In case all those Murther'd Innocent men
May by your Votes be made alive again,
Then your admiring Spirits shall perswade us
That neither War nor Famine can invade us:
Till then you'le give us leave to trust our Eyes,
And from our sad Experience, now grow wise:
Let not the Collonell's gaping son o'th' City
Be made the Mouth unto this close Committe;
Whose gaudy Troope, because they're boyes, he boasts
They are the Children of the Lord of Hosts;
And knows no reason, (for indeed tis' scant)
Why States are not like Churches Militant.
Next, that Truth, Wisedome, Justice, Loyalty,
And Law, five Members of our Faculty
(Who not by the King; but you, have been so long
By Votes Expell'd from your Rebellious throng)
May be restored; and in spight of Pym
Be heard to speak their mind as well as him.
Which if not granted, we do tell you this,
Your Lord (whose head's in a Parenthesis)
Shall not secure you, but we shall unty
That twisted Rabble of the Hierachy,
Clubs are good payments, and 'mongst other things
Know we are as many Thousands as you Kings.
In the Interim pray tell your fore-horse Pym ,
Just as he loves the King, so we love him.