Classic Poem

The Sence of the House, or the Reason why those Members who are the Remnant of the two Families of Parliament cannot consent to Peace, or an Accommodation.

To the Tune of The New-England Psalm, Huggle Duggle, ho ho
ho the Devil he laught aloud .

C O me come beloved Londoners , fy fy you shame us all,
Your rising up for Peace, will make the close Committee fall;
I wonder you dare ask for that, which they must needs deny,
There's 30, swears they'l have no Peace, and bid me tell you why.

First I'le no Peace quoth Essex , my Chaplain sayes 'tis Sin
To loose 100 l . a day, just when my Wife lyes in;
They cry God blesse your Excellence, but if I loose my Place
They'l call me Rebel, Popular Asse, and Cuckold to my face.
You Citizen Fools, quoth W — — d' ye talk to me of Peace,
Who not only stole his Majesties Ships, but rob'd him of his Seas,
No no I'le keep the Water still, and have my Ships well man'd,
For I have lost and stole so much, I know not where to land.

Do Brother do, says H — — for Peace breeds us no quiet,
Besides my Places to have lost, with sixteen Dishes dyet,
I play'd the Judas with the King, which makes the World detest me,
Nay should his Majesty pardon me, 500. would arest me.

K — — said, these Londoners deserve to loose their Eares,
For now they'l all obey the King, like Citizen Cavaliers;
Let's vote this Peace a desperate Plot, and send them a denyal,
For if they save the Kingdom, they'le give us a Legal tryal.

The Welsh-men rage quoth S — — and call me villanous Goat
For plundering Hereford's Aldermens Gownes to make my Besse a Coat,
'Tis true the Town did feed me well, for which I took good Fleeces,
But if Peace come they'le tear me and all my Whores in pieces.

Fight fight quoth Say , now now hold up these Jealousies and Fears,
The work will shew I laid the Plot above these 17. years;
'Tis I that am your Engineer, but if for Peace you vote,
Oh then they'le make me go to Church, or else they'le cut my Throate.

My Father Goodwin quoth W — — calls me a silly Lad,
And wonders theyl'e ask Peace of me who have been lately mad;
You chuse me Irish General, and I chuse to stay here,
For should we fight among the Boggs, there's never a Sawpit near.

Those Heathen Prentices quoth Brooks , that made my Coach-man stay,
Bid me be bare, although I spoke but 13. Bulls that day,
But if Peace lop off my learned Skull, then all my House you'le see
The Sword of Guy , the Dun-cows rib, the Asses tooth, and me.

I made a Speech quoth R — — when his Excellence first began,
For which he swore by a Pottle of Sack to make me a Gentleman:
But if the King get to Whitehall then all my hopes are past,
My Father was first Lord of the House, and I shall be the last,

Keep Silence, quoth Mr. Speaker , but do not hold your peace,
Let's sit, and vote, and hold them too't, for I'le do what you please;
I have had but poor 6000 l . besides some Spoons and Bowles,
Nay, grant a Peace, and how shall I be Master of the Rolles?

Then spake 5. Members all at once; who for an Army cry'd,
Last year, quoth they, you rescu'd us, else we had all been try'd:
What though you be almost undone, you must contribute still,
Or wee'le convey, our Trunks away, and then do what you will.

My Venome swells, quoth H — — that his Majesty full well knows,
And I, quoth Hampden , fetcht the Scots , from whence this Mischief flows.
I am an Asse quoth Haslerigg , but yet I'me deep ith' Plott,
And I, quoth Stroud , can lye as fast, as Mr. Pym can trott.

But I, quoth Pym , your Hackney am, and all your drudgery do,
Have made good Speeches for my self, and Priviledges for you:
I can sit down and look on men, whilst others bleed and fight,
I eat their Lordships meat by day, and giv't their Wives by night.

Then Vane grew black ith' face, and swore there's none so deep as I,
The Staff and Signet slipt my hand, my Son can tell you why,
The name of Peace they say 'tis sweet, but oh it makes me shrink,
Straffords Ghost doth haunt me so, I cannot sleep a wink.

Were Strafford living, Mildmay said, he would do me no ill,
I hid my self ith' Privy, when the House did pass his Bill:
But all my Gold and Silver thread Gregory calls his own,
Though in a Ship I made my will, I was not born to drown.

You found me, quoth Sir R — — P — — I had been long a Knave;
You promis'd I should be so still, if you my Vote might have,
And I, quoth Laurence Whittaker , agreed to doe so too,
But if you serve old Courtiers thus, they'le do as much for you.

This Peace, quoth Michael Oldsworth , will bring me never a Fee,
Although my Lord have sworn for Peace, and will not follow me.
Down, down with Bishops, Wheeler said, for I have rob'd the Church:
Oh base, will you conclude a Peace, and leave me in the lurch.

Who speaks of Peace quoth Ludlow , hath neither Sence nor Reason,
For I ne're spoke ith' House but once, and then I spoke High Treason,
Your meaning was as bad as mine, you must defend my Speech,
Or else you make my mouth as foul as was my Fathers breech.

I'le plunder Him, quoth Baynton , that mentions Peace to Me,
The Bishop would not grant my Lease, but now I'le have his Fee.
A Gunpowder Monopoly quoth Evelyn rais'd my Father.
But if you let this War go down, they'le call me Powder Traytor .

Oh Jove , quoth Sir John Hotham , is this a time to treat?
When Newcastle and Cumberland me to the Walls have beat?
You base-obedient Citizens d' ye think to save your Lives?
My Sonne and I will serve you all as I have serv'd Five Wives.

Indeed, quoth Sir Hugh Cholmley , Sir John you speak most true,
For I have sold, and morgaged, most of my Land to you;
My Brother would have serv'd the King, but was forbid to stay;
The King fore saw at Keynton-field , Sir Harry would run away.

I went down, quoth Sir Ralph Stapleton , with Musquet, Pike and Drum,
To fetch Sir Francis Wortley up, but truly hee'd not come.
Oh Lord, Sir Robert Harlow said, how do our Foes increase?
I wonder who the Devil it was that first invented Peace.

Treason, Treason, Treason , Sir Walter Earle cryes out,
Worse than blowing up the Thames , the Dagger, or the Clout.
Hang me, quoth Miles Corbet then, for we are all confounded,
And Cavaliers will Cuckold me, as well as did the Roundhead .

Quoth Sir John Wray , Mr. Speaker ? I'le end this matter streit,
For this which is my Ninth Speech, I'm sure is none of my Eight;
I try'd it at my Tables end, my Neighbours know 'tis right,
But Peace will make me speak lesse wit, and then fare well your Knight .

A-vengeance, quoth Harry Martin then, I'le ha no Accommodation,
For it was I, that bravely tore his Majesties Proclamation;
Ith' House I spoke High Treason, I have sold both Land and Lease;
I shall not then keep but 3. Whores, Apox upon your Peace.

You see beloved Londoners, your Peace is out of season ,
For which you have the sence of the House, and every Members reason:
Oh do not stand for Peace then, for trust me if you doe,
Each County in the Kingdome will rise and doe soe too.