The Committee of Safety
He ard ye not of the Phanatick Committee
Of Safety, whom London that stiff-necked Citty
Profanely disturbed, and was not that pitty?
Oh blessed Reformation .
This gallant Committee made up of a crue
Of three and twenty bad men and untrue,
Would have made both our Church & our State for to rue.
Still blessed Reformation .
Charles Fleetwood is first and leads up the Van,
Whose counterfeit Zeal turns Cat in the pan,
And dame Sankey will swear he's a valiant man,
Oh , &c.
John Lambert at Oliver's Chair doth roare,
And thinks it but reason upon this score,
That Cromwell had sitten in his before.
Still , &c.
Desborough's a Clown, of whom it is sed,
That to be a States-man he never was bred,
For his Shoulders are far better proof than his Head
Oh , &c.
But whatever he wants is soundly made up
By subtle Sir Vane , who would bring us to sup
Large draughts from the whore of Babylon's cup
Still , &c.
And under the arm of that masked Turk
Little Bennet creeps in to help on the good work,
And by voting down Tithes to reform the proud Kirk.
Oh , &c.
The Tobacco-man Salway with a heart full of gall
Puffs down Bells, Steeples, Priests, Churches, & all
As old superstitious Relicks of Baal .
Still , &c.
Holland the Link-boy's a worshipfull Wight,
For he must stand by to hold them a Light
While they do their works of darkness and night
Oh , &c.
Next Steel the Recorder, whose politick Noddle
With Out-landish Notions of State doth still quoddle,
Would here introduce the Venetian Moddle.
Still , &c.
Brandriffe a harmless and innocent Pigeon
Most zealously moves, that each ignorant Wigeon
May have leave to profess and own any Religion.
Oh , &c.
Wat Strickland him second's that furious Ram,
And swears that when first to Holland he came,
All Sects were permitted in Amsterdam .
Still , &c.
Whitlock that mischievous dangerous Elf
Never sticks to turn sides to promote his own Wealth,
And hath Wit enough, Law enough to damne himself.
Oh , &c.
Ludlow's a Saint of the Levelling mold,
And of courage undaunted, for Faith makes him bold,
Since the fort at Duncannon is his strong hold.
Still , &c.
Thompson a Person of noted affection,
Though suspected as guilty of much circumspection,
Yet is one of this Gang for the Peoples correction.
Oh , &c.
Jesuitical Berry can hardly afford
A Gown-man to preach, but will make us accord,
That Mars hath but right to the two-edged Sword.
Still , &c.
Poor Sidenham would preach and pray too if he could,
But finding he cannot perform what he would,
He is bent and resolv'd ne're to do what he should.
Oh , &c.
As President Laurence let none dare to scoff
Or abuse his grave Sermons, to call them riff raff,
Hee's a Father of England , and the Horse-men thereof.
Still , &c.
Lord Hughson the Cobler's teeth greedily chatter,
To carve up a Prentice's Head in a Platter,
For he will go through-stitch with the whole matter.
Oh , &c.
John Clark in his hast is all lightning and thunder,
To break all Demurres and weak Scruples asunder,
While his fingers do itch at the Cities rich plunder.
Still , &c.
No marvel that Lilburn is one of this Train,
As frantick as any, and as crosse in the grain,
For Robin inherits his Brothers mad Brain.
Oh , &c.
The Mountain did travel and bring forth of late,
What was't but a Mouse? and Sir Harrington's pate
I pregnant with formes of an Utopian State
Still , &c.
What? A Scotch Rook among all these English Jack-dawes,
The Laird Warriston's in for the Gude Old Cause ,
To subvert all Proprieties, Charters and Laws.
Oh , &c
A brace of sage Aldermen act in the Play,
Ireton and Titchburn who faithlesly may,
The Londoners Counsells and Plottings betray,
Still , &c.
So here's a Committee of Safety compounded
Of Knave and of Fool, of Papist and Roundhead,
On Base's of Treason and Tyranny grounded.
Oh , &c.
These did their Protestant Soveraign kill,
These glory'd the bloud of the Nobles to spill,
And trampled on Parliaments at their own will.
Still , &c.
These were the Carbuncles of Oliver's Nose,
And the Rump's stinking excrements as we suppose
Bound up in the linings of Atkin's Hose.
Oh , &c.
Tredeskin himself never had such a Show
As this Knack, which would all our Rights over-throw,
And Caligula -like slay three Lands at a blow.
Still , &c
What Resolves and what Orders were past I shan't tell,
Nor will any longer on this Subject dwell,
E're now an Account is given in Hell,
Where they'l make a new Reformation .
For Monck charm'd the Goblin, and packt it away
To its properest Place, with black Pluto to stay,
For which let true English-men joyfully say
St . George wrought the true Reformation ,
Of Safety, whom London that stiff-necked Citty
Profanely disturbed, and was not that pitty?
Oh blessed Reformation .
This gallant Committee made up of a crue
Of three and twenty bad men and untrue,
Would have made both our Church & our State for to rue.
Still blessed Reformation .
Charles Fleetwood is first and leads up the Van,
Whose counterfeit Zeal turns Cat in the pan,
And dame Sankey will swear he's a valiant man,
Oh , &c.
John Lambert at Oliver's Chair doth roare,
And thinks it but reason upon this score,
That Cromwell had sitten in his before.
Still , &c.
Desborough's a Clown, of whom it is sed,
That to be a States-man he never was bred,
For his Shoulders are far better proof than his Head
Oh , &c.
But whatever he wants is soundly made up
By subtle Sir Vane , who would bring us to sup
Large draughts from the whore of Babylon's cup
Still , &c.
And under the arm of that masked Turk
Little Bennet creeps in to help on the good work,
And by voting down Tithes to reform the proud Kirk.
Oh , &c.
The Tobacco-man Salway with a heart full of gall
Puffs down Bells, Steeples, Priests, Churches, & all
As old superstitious Relicks of Baal .
Still , &c.
Holland the Link-boy's a worshipfull Wight,
For he must stand by to hold them a Light
While they do their works of darkness and night
Oh , &c.
Next Steel the Recorder, whose politick Noddle
With Out-landish Notions of State doth still quoddle,
Would here introduce the Venetian Moddle.
Still , &c.
Brandriffe a harmless and innocent Pigeon
Most zealously moves, that each ignorant Wigeon
May have leave to profess and own any Religion.
Oh , &c.
Wat Strickland him second's that furious Ram,
And swears that when first to Holland he came,
All Sects were permitted in Amsterdam .
Still , &c.
Whitlock that mischievous dangerous Elf
Never sticks to turn sides to promote his own Wealth,
And hath Wit enough, Law enough to damne himself.
Oh , &c.
Ludlow's a Saint of the Levelling mold,
And of courage undaunted, for Faith makes him bold,
Since the fort at Duncannon is his strong hold.
Still , &c.
Thompson a Person of noted affection,
Though suspected as guilty of much circumspection,
Yet is one of this Gang for the Peoples correction.
Oh , &c.
Jesuitical Berry can hardly afford
A Gown-man to preach, but will make us accord,
That Mars hath but right to the two-edged Sword.
Still , &c.
Poor Sidenham would preach and pray too if he could,
But finding he cannot perform what he would,
He is bent and resolv'd ne're to do what he should.
Oh , &c.
As President Laurence let none dare to scoff
Or abuse his grave Sermons, to call them riff raff,
Hee's a Father of England , and the Horse-men thereof.
Still , &c.
Lord Hughson the Cobler's teeth greedily chatter,
To carve up a Prentice's Head in a Platter,
For he will go through-stitch with the whole matter.
Oh , &c.
John Clark in his hast is all lightning and thunder,
To break all Demurres and weak Scruples asunder,
While his fingers do itch at the Cities rich plunder.
Still , &c.
No marvel that Lilburn is one of this Train,
As frantick as any, and as crosse in the grain,
For Robin inherits his Brothers mad Brain.
Oh , &c.
The Mountain did travel and bring forth of late,
What was't but a Mouse? and Sir Harrington's pate
I pregnant with formes of an Utopian State
Still , &c.
What? A Scotch Rook among all these English Jack-dawes,
The Laird Warriston's in for the Gude Old Cause ,
To subvert all Proprieties, Charters and Laws.
Oh , &c
A brace of sage Aldermen act in the Play,
Ireton and Titchburn who faithlesly may,
The Londoners Counsells and Plottings betray,
Still , &c.
So here's a Committee of Safety compounded
Of Knave and of Fool, of Papist and Roundhead,
On Base's of Treason and Tyranny grounded.
Oh , &c.
These did their Protestant Soveraign kill,
These glory'd the bloud of the Nobles to spill,
And trampled on Parliaments at their own will.
Still , &c.
These were the Carbuncles of Oliver's Nose,
And the Rump's stinking excrements as we suppose
Bound up in the linings of Atkin's Hose.
Oh , &c.
Tredeskin himself never had such a Show
As this Knack, which would all our Rights over-throw,
And Caligula -like slay three Lands at a blow.
Still , &c
What Resolves and what Orders were past I shan't tell,
Nor will any longer on this Subject dwell,
E're now an Account is given in Hell,
Where they'l make a new Reformation .
For Monck charm'd the Goblin, and packt it away
To its properest Place, with black Pluto to stay,
For which let true English-men joyfully say
St . George wrought the true Reformation ,
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