ENGLAND'S UNANIMOUS SENC To the present PARLIAMENT.  
HEnce sordid Fear, our spirits shall not droop,  
We will no more to such distraction stoop.  
It shan't be said we have dejected hearts,  
But that with courage we do act our parts:  
Heroickly our Spirits we'll advance,  
Despise the Pope and potent King of France.  
Their politic designs can't take effect  
Unless we suffered by a strange neglect:  
Our sacred Sovereign for our content  
Hath furnished us with a New Parliament;  
Who doubtless will make it their greatest care  
To keep our feet out of a Popish snare;  
They will with diligence dissolve our fear,  
No Popish Rascal must inhabit here.  
Those Flyblown crew of wicked Popish Elves  
May now for pastime go and hang themselves:  
Hence then with speed ye Firebrands of Hell,  
With Loyal Protestants ye shall not dwell;  
Amongst the Sheep there is no room for Goats,  
Nor here for Papists that would cut our Throats.  
Therefore abandon us, fly to the Pope,  
Or else your necks shall stretch in Hempen Rope.  
With one accord we gladly now rejoice,  
And thank the Nation for so rare a choice  
Of Knights and Burgesses for ev'ry Town,  
Which will we hope preserve our King and Crown.  
And let nothing in competition stand  
Against the good and safeguard of our Land:  
In order thereunto we beg they may  
Observe these following Maxims ev'ry day:  
After that happy day wherein you meet  
And are well seated in your Judgment-seat,  
Send for those Traitors now within the Tower,  
And let them have their merits by your Power:  
Forthwith to Justice do such Traitors bring,  
That dare presume against our gracious King  
To act such Villainies with base consent,  
As to subvert our happy Government.  
When that is done, let all those Popish Knaves  
That have endeavoured for to make us Slaves,  
Receive this sentence with a joint consent,  
From England a perpetual Banishment.  
Next unto this, see how our Fleet doth stand,  
Let not a Rebel have in it Command;  
Let no suspected person have a Power,  
We shall be then in danger ev'ry hour.  
When this is done, and all our Fleet secure,  
The Force of French or Turk we can endure.  
And for our safety, pray secure our Ports,  
See who are made Commanders in our Forts;  
Let none be there but such as are well known  
To be true Subjects to our King alone;  
Such as have courage and are known to be  
True Protestants, of faithful Loyalty;  
And will with diligence discharge their trust,  
And prove to King and Country True and Just:  
Then may we say, we fear no Foreign parts,  
Nor Popish Bloodhounds with their Magic arts.  
After our Sea Ports thus in safety stands,  
And are entrusted under good Commands,  
Then to secure us from all further harms,  
See who are made Commanders now at Arms;  
Let Horseleech Papists all be quite debarred  
Of any Office in our Martial Guard;  
For if they once should come into the Field,  
To their commanding power we must yield:  
Like greedy Wolves they'd seize us as their Prey,  
And murder Protestant's both night and day:  
Thus shall we be tormented at their Will,  
Until of Loyal blood 've sucked their fill.  
Then will the Loyal Protestants decay,  
When once the Popish Bloodhounds bear the sway.  
To save us then from dangers eminent,  
You are our Guides, most Noble Parliament:  
Our Body Politic is much diseased,  
And only by your Power can be eased;  
It's only you that can our pain descry,  
And ease the Torture of our Malady:  
When by your skill the trembling Pulse you feel  
Of this our weak and tottering Common-weal,  
You soon will find our body Politic  
Of an Infectious Pain lies very sick;  
And therefore must be Purged with care and speed,  
And you are they that must perform this Deed.  
Purge ere vein let not our Loyal blood  
Be putrified with Papists, Hells choice brood:  
Then may we all unanimously say,  
A●… 〈◊〉 our Foes, blessed be that happy day  
Wherein our Parliament did first appear,  
To be so kind thus to dissolve our fear;  
Then may we say we are in hopes to see  
Not only Months but Years of Jubilee,  
The just complaints of a decaying Trade  
Which formerly with sorrow we have made  
Must then be buried, none can then complain,  
For Trade will flourish in our Land again.  
For which I we'll render, as we ought to do,  
Thanks to our Royal Sovereign and you;  
Whom God preserve from dangers, and defend  
The Faith of Protestants; and so we end.  By J. S. Gent. 
FINIS.   

LONDON, Printed for Benjamin Harris at the Stationers-Arms in the Piazza under the Royal Exchange in Cornhill. 1680.