A Common observation upon these TIMES.  

AS I about the town did walk,  
I heard the People how they talk,  
Of the brave Parliament.  
Some praise the Lords, and some the Scots,  
Some think that they have further plots,  
Some blame the Government.   

Cause Oxford Lords can swear and roar,  
And break a Lance half broke before,  
They talk of mighty Fights.  
But when they come to Leshlyes hand,  
He made them quickly understand,  
They were but Carpet Knights.   

The Calvinists may plainly see,  
That all election now is free,  
Yet schismatics complain:  
Though Canterbury to their Face,  
Hath proved a Man may fall from grace,  
And never rise again.   

Poor Prin and Bastwick now appears,  
And Osbaston may show his ears,  
The justice being known:  
Of that high Court where planets ruled,  
Who too long had the World befoold,  
With knavery of their own.   

Yet some of them did keep a stir,  
And said they only did concur,  
With those were wiser known.  
'twas Rhetorcick betrayed their ears,  
And he hath none Long Philip swears,  
Were it to save his own.   

Thom Trevor made a just complaint,  
That he in laws was ignorant,  
How far they would encroach:  
But Spanish Frank cannot say so,  
Nor some tunns else that I do know,  
Which are not yet abroach.   

There is a new Lord Keeper in,  
And for to pray can be no sin,  
To keep his Conscience free:  
And not grow greasy like his Purse,  
Who had no wife to make him worse,  
As had old Coventrey,   

Our Secretary knavery,  
Hath left his Brother Vanity,  
Who is of prattle full:  
And yet he could not find a speech,  
For to protect the Reverend Breech,  
Of Tom the great mogul.   

Some say her jointure made the Queen,  
So oft at Westminster to be seen,  
Though Carlisle show her Face,  
To steel the forehead of that Lord,  
For whom the State proclaimed accord,  
More proper than such grace.   

And Heath they say might safely swear,  
He never did a bribe for bear,  
What e'er was the condition;  
When he was judge with thieves he shared,  
And yet 'tis known that he was spared,  
His son brought the Petition.   

Although that Goring have a stroke,  
In taverns and the Indian smoke,  
Let Dorset scape for one.  
Though he approves of Venus' play,  
I never yet heard mortal say,  
He loved the whore of Rome.   

The Popes did never keep such stirs,  
As his late Grace and Officers,  
For every small offence.  
For Venery was in their days,  
Which I remember to their praise,  
at most but sixteen pence.   

Let Arundel be punished then,  
That plagued all were not Gentlemen,  
Which makes me much afraid.  
That he or his posterity.  
Will prove as poor as thee or me,  
When all his debts be paid.   

Our Churches now are purged clean,  
From prelates, Chapters, and the Dean,  
Who long have lived like Hogs.  
God gave no warrants for such toys,  
Nor can he but abhor the noise,  
they made like masty dogs.   

Will the German may rejoice,  
To hear that Mal that hath such choice,  
Doth place him by her side.  
Nor can the State be counted free,  
Unless they set up Monarthy,  
to gratify the Bride.   

Here is no room for Conaway,  
Nor many more that run away,  
Of pardon that despair.  
Nor Hopton that no charge refused  
Who hath already been abused,  
Sufficient for his share.   

I may be thought an heretic,  
Although I speak it in this fit,  
I sin in that and wine.  
Because I creep not to the Cope,  
But hold the Bishops from the Pope,  
But not by right Divine.   

If that the House continues still,  
To punish those that have done ill,  
and these our wars do cease.  
The purer sort i'll celebrate,  
To whom I owe both Life and State,  
I say God send us peace▪   
FINIS.   

Printed in the year, 1645.