A new diurnal of Passages more exactly drawn up then heretofore. Ordered to be printed and published.  

SInce many Diurnals( for which we are grieved)  
Are come from both Houses, and are not believed.  
The better to help them for running and flying,  
We have put them in Verse to authorize their lying▪  
For it has been debated and found to be true,  
That lying's a Parliament privilege too.  
And that they may the sooner our conquests rehearse,  
We are minded to put them in galloping verse.  
But so many maimed souldiers from Reading there came,  
That in spite of the Surgeons make our verses run lame.  
We have ever used factions, and now it is known,  
Our poverty has made us poetical grown.   

Monday.  
On Monday both Houses fell into debate  
And were likely to fall by the ears as they sate,  
Yet would they not have the business decided.  
That they( as the kingdom is) might be divided.  
They had an intention to prayers to go,  
But extempore prayers are now common too.  
To voting they fall, and the key of the work  
Was the raising of money for me State and the kirk,  
Tis onely free loan, yet this order they make,  
That what men would give they should plunder and take:  
Upon this the word plunder came into their mind,  
And all of them did labour a new one to find.  
They baptized it Distraining, yet thought it no shane  
To persist in the act which they blushed for to name:  
And among other Acts the Law to distrain  
Was made by King pus, the first year of his reign.  
They voted all persons from Oxford that came,  
Should be apprehended, and after the same  
With an humble petition the King they request  
he'd be pleased to return, and be served like the rest.  
A Message from Oxford conducing to peace,  
Came next to their hands, that arms might cease:  
They voted, and voted, and still they did vary,  
Till at last the whole sense of the house was contrary  
To reason; they knew by their arms they might gain●  
What neither three reason nor law can maintain.  
Cessation was voted a dangerous plot,  
Because the King would have it, both houses would not:  
But when they resolved it abroad must be blown,  
( To baffle the world) that the King would have none.  
And carefully mu●led the mouth of the press,  
Lest the truth should peep through their juggling dress.  
For they knew a Cessation would work them more harms,  
Then Essex can do the Cavalleres with his arms:  
While they keep the ships and the sorts in their hand,  
They may be traytors by sea as well as by land.  
The forts will preserve them as long as they stay,  
And the ships carry them and their plunder away.  
They have therefore good reason to count war the better,  
For the Law will hrove to them but a killing letter.   

Tuesday.  
A Post from his Excellence came blowing his horn  
For money to advance, and this spun out the morn:  
And strait to the City some went for relief,  
The rest made an ordinance to carry powder beef:  
Thus up go the Roundhea●●s, and Essex advance;  
But onely to led his souldiers a dance;  
To Reading he goes, for at Oxford( they say)  
His wife has made bulwarks to drive him away▪  
Prince Rupert for fear that the name be confounded,  
Will saw off his horns, and make him a Roundhead:  
The news was returned with general famed,  
That Reading was taken ere ever he come.  
Then away road our Captaines, and Souldiers did run,  
To show themselves valiant when the battle was done  
Preparing to plunder, but as soon as they came,  
They quickly perceived that it was but a flam,  
An Ordinance of Parliament Essex brought down,  
But that would not serve him to batter the town.  
Money was raised, more men and ammunition,  
Cars loaded with Turnips, and other provision;  
His Excellence had chines and Rams heads for a present,  
And his council of war had Woodcock and Pheasant,  
But Gray had 5000. Calves heads all in carts,  
To nourish his men, and to cheer up their hearts.  
This made them so valiant, that that very day  
They had taken ihe town but for running away.  
Twas ordered this day that thanksgiving be made  
To the Roundheads in Sermons for their beef and their br●ad.   

Wednesday.  
Two Members this day at a conference sate,  
And one gives the other a knock on the pate,  
This set them a voting, and the upper house swore  
Twas a breach of privilege he gave him no more,  
The lower the breaking of Martins head voted,  
A high breach of privilege for it is to be noted,  
That treason and privilege in it did grow,  
Twas a breach of his crown and dignity too.  
Then came in the women with a long long Petition,  
To settle Militia and the Commission,  
For if fighting continue, they said they did fear  
That men would be scarce, and husbands be dear.  
So plainly the Speaker the business untyes,  
That presently all the members did rise:  
They had hardly the leisure all things to lay ope,  
But some felt in their bellies if they had not a Pope.  
Some stiffly stood to them, and others did fear  
Each carried about them a fierce Cauallere.  
This business was handled by the Close Committee,  
That privately met at a place in the City:  
So closely to voting the Members did fell,  
That the humble sisters were overthrown all:  
But they and their helpers came short at the last,  
Till at length the whole work on Prince Griffith was cast,  
And he with his Tro●p did so handle the matter,  
He pleased every woman as soon as he came ●t 〈◇〉.  
The business had like to have gone on their si●●,  
Had not Pim persuaded them not to confided,  
For rather then peace, to fill the Commonwealth  
He said he'd do ten every night himself.   

Thursday.  
This day a great s●tt in the house they did hear,  
Which made the five Members make buttons for ●eare;  
Sir John Wray makes 9. speeches while the business was not,  
And spake through the nose that he smelled out the plot:  
He takes it to task, and the Articles draws,  
As a breach of Pims fundamental laws.  
Now Letters were red which did fully relate  
A victory 'gainst Newcastle of late,  
That hundreds were flamme, and hundreds did run,  
And all this was got ere the battle begun.  
This then they resolved to make the best on,  
And next they resolved upon the question,  
That bonfires and praises, the Pulpit and steeple,  
Must all be usurped to flatter the people,  
But the policy was more money to get,  
For the conquest dear bought, and far enough set,  
Such victories in Ireland, although it be known  
They strive to make that land as bad as our own.  
No sooner the money for this was brought hither,  
But a crowd of true Letters came ●ocking together,  
How Hoth●m and Fairefax, and others were beaten,  
This made the blew Pi●mists to startle and threaten,  
And these by all means must be kept from the city,  
And onely referred to the Close Committe●,  
And they presently with an ●●●empore vote,  
Which they have used so long that they have learned by r●●e,  
They styled them malignant, and to lies they did ●●ne them,  
Then Corbet in stead of the hangman shall burn them,  
And he after that an Ordinance draws.  
That none should tell truth that disparaged the Cause.  
Then Pim like a Pegasus trots up and down,  
And takes up an Angel to throw down the crown,  
He stands like a centaur and makes a long speech,  
That came from his mouth, and part from his breech:  
He move a for more horse, that the army may be  
Part mans flesh and horse flesh as well as he,  
And he'l be a colonel as well as another,  
But durst not ride a horse, cause a horse rid his mother.   

Friday.  
Sir Hugh Cholmly for being no longer a traitor  
Was accused of treason in the highest nature,  
'Cause he( as they bade him) his souldiers did bring  
To turn from rebellion and fight for the King;  
They voted him out, but nor he nor their men  
Could vote him back into the House again.  
Sir Davies Remonstrance next to them was red,  
From the Cities Round-body, and Isaack's the head;  
Twas approved, but one clause produced a denial,  
That all traytors be brought to a legal trial,  
For tis against reason to vote or do  
Against traytors, when they are no other but so.  
Because about nothing so long they sit still,  
They hold it convenient Diurnals to fill,  
And therefore they gave their Chronographer charge,  
To stuff it with Orders and Letters at large,  
The King by's prerogative nor by the law  
Can speak nor print nothing his people to draw,  
Yet pennilesse pamphleteers they do maintain,  
Whose onely religion is stipendiary gain,  
Yet cum privil●gio against King and the State,  
The treason that's taught them( like Parrats) they prate,  
These hackneys are licensed what ever they do,  
As if they had a Parliament privilege too,  
Thus then they consult, so zealous they are  
To settle the peace of the kingdom by war,  
But against civill war their hatred is such,  
To prevent it, they'l bring in the Scots and the Dutch,  
They had rather the Land be destroyed in a minute,  
Then abide any thing that has civility in it,  
And yet their rebellion so neatly they trim,  
They fight for the King but they mean for king Pim:  
These armies to fight for, and maintain are sent  
The laws of England, but New-England is meant:  
And though such disorders are broken in of late,  
They keep it the Anagram still of a State;  
For still they are plotting such riches to bring  
To make Charles a rich and a glorious King:  
And by this rebellion this good they will do him,  
They'l forfeit all their estates unto him.  
No Clergy must meddle in spiritual affairs,  
But Layton ne're heard of it, having lost his ears,  
For that he might be deaf to the prisoners cries,  
To a spiritual Gaolers place he must rise,  
The rest have good reason for what they shall do,  
For they are both Clergy and Laity too,  
Or else at the best when the question is stated,  
They are but mechanics newly translated.  
They may be Committees to practise their bawling,  
For stea●lng of horse is spiritual calling.  
The reason why people our Martyrs adore,  
'Cause their ears being cut off, their famed sounds the more.  
Twas ordered the goods of Malignants and lands  
Shall be shared among them, and took into their hands.  
They have sent spirits for more malignants to come,  
That every one in the house may have some.  
Kimbolton and Say, and the rest of the scrolls,  
That have melancholy looks but sanguine souls,  
do now by pretences to rebellion draw,  
To maintain the Law, but they mean the Club-law.  
Then down to Guildhall they return their thanks  
To the fools whom the Lottery has cheated with b●anks.   

Saturday.  
This day there came news of the taking a ship,  
( To see what strange wonders are wrought in the deep)  
That a troop of their horse ran into the Sea,  
And pulled out a ship alive to the Key,  
And after much prating and fighting, they say,  
The Ropes served for traces to draw her away.  
Sure these were Sea-horses, or else by their lying  
theyed make them as famous for swimming as flying.  
The rest of the day they spent to bemoan  
Their brother the Roundhead that to tyburn was gone,  
And could not but think it a barbarous thing  
To hang him for kn●●ng a friend to the King:  
He was newly baptized, and held it was good  
To be washed, yet not in water, but blood,  
They ordered for his honour to cut off his eare●,  
And make him a Martyr, but a zealot appears,  
And affirmed he was a Martyr, for although twas his fate  
To be hanged, yet he died for the good of the State.  
Then all fell to plotting of matters so deep.  
That the silent Speake●●●ll down fast asleep,  
He recovers himself, and ●ubs up his eyes,  
Then motions the House that twas time to rise.  
So home they went all, and their business referred  
To the Close Committee by them to be heard,  
They took it upon them, but what they did do  
Take notice that none but themselves must know.   

Postscript.  
THus far we have gone in rhyme to disclose  
What never was uttered by any in prose,  
If any be wanting, twas by a mishap,  
Because we forgot to writ by the Map,  
For over the kingdom their orders are spread  
They have made the whole body as big as the head,  
And now made such work, that all that they do  
Is but to read Letters, and answer them too.  
We thought to make Finis, the end of the story,  
But that we shall have more business for you,  
For( as their proceedings do) so shall our pen.  
Run roundly from Monday to Monday again,  
And find we have begun, out Mu●e doth intend  
To have( like their votes) no beginning nor    
End.  

Printed at Oxford for H. H. 1643.