The Cries OF Westminster. Or a Whole Pack of Parliametary Knavery opened, and set to sale. Come Customers, come: Pray see what you lack, Her's Parliament Wares of all sorts in my Pack. WHo buys any Parliament Privileges? My new Privileges. 'Twill teach you many pretty things, And raise you above Gods or Kings. These are the Cries of Westminster, That are heard both far and near. But a while I pray stand by, And you shall hear another cry. Who buys the Parliaments Declaration against the King: New, new, new. 'Twill surely unblinde your eyes, That you may read a hundred lies Thus go the Cries, etc. Buy a new Ordinance to repair Churches: A new Ordinance, new, new, new. The Achans now restore the Wedge, To salve their Saintships' Sacrilege. Thus go the cries, etc. Buy a new Ordinance of the Commons, against Sage-players. Newly printed, and newly come forth. Saints now alone must Act for Riches, The Plot out-smells old Atkins breeches. Thus go the Cries, etc. Buy a new Order of Parliament, That none shall make any more Addresses to the King, or receive any Message from him, upon pain of High-treason, Imprisonment, death, or plundering: But when these shall swing in a string, true Subjects will obey their King. Challonner, Mildmay, Martin, Vein, Are fitting of their crowns to reign. These are the Cries, etc. Buy a new Plott, found out by Sir john Wray, to blow up the Thames, or the City to betray, 'tis as true as all the rest, before ne'er known by man nor beast. 'twill keep you still in Jealousies and Fears, And sets you all together by the Ears. Thus go the cries, etc. Buy the Four Bills sent by the Parliament, from Selden and my Lady Kent; after long Debate of this blessed Parliament; Who buys the Four Bills here. Great CHARLES he will not betray his Trust unto such as they; his Honours still entire, his Conscience tried nine times i'th' Fire, the Devil give all his foes their hire and raise them toward heaven above a halter nigher. Let all the People say, Amen. For we shall ne'er have Peace till then. Thus go the cries, etc. Who bees any Bishop's Houses, or their goods, Books, householdstuff or hoods, here are good pasture grouds, corn, hay and grass in all our Rouds, if it be not all good, the Devil confound's. Amen. May all the Trees to gibbits turn, Or firing make, to hang or burn, Thus go the cries, etc. Have you any old Arrears for the Army, i'll give you tickets for 'em; have you any Subsidies, Poll-money, Loans or Contributions, have you any Plate, Horse, or Arms, old bodkins or Thimbles or wedding Rings, have ye any; Have you any more Irish Adventures for sale of lands, or a trick for one meal a week. City Loans have you any; or Assessments for the Scots; have you any Five and Twenty Parts, weekly or monthly Assessments for Essex, Fairfax, manchester's, the Scots or Irish Army, Freequarter have you any. Have you any of his Majesty's Revenue to sell, Old Sequestrations or Plunder; have you any more Exizes, or Fortification-money, or Fynes for Delinquents Compositions, etc. or a new Ordinance for 400000l. the month. This is our Liberty for to pay The Saints that now King Charles betray, Thus go the cries of Westminster, That are heard both far and near, But a wile I pray stand by, And you will hear another cry The Second Part, To the same Tune. MY New Articles of Faith, who buys the Parliaments new Faith? You may see by their WORKS, they are worse than Jews or Turks; let their faith be what it will, their Religion is to Kill. Thus go the cries, etc. Who buys any Parliament juggle of the newest fashion, Hocus Pocus never showed more to cheat the Nation, here is a trick, by Martin's ring, shall suddenly depose a King; Tom shows you a pretty trick also, and at New-market and St. Albans tells us what he means to do; Trusty Thomas, thus keeps his Promise with his King; grace forsake him, devil take him, may all such false Knaves swing. Thus go the Cries, etc. Who buys the Army's Proposals; customers pray draw near, the Devil in his pack had ne'er such gear; Here's Cromwell's mamaster-peece, 'twill blind your eyes, & fill your head with Fifteen hundred Lies. Thus go the cries, etc. Her's a fine Order, was the like ever seen, shall murder all that Love their King or their Queen, a knot of such Traitorous Regicides were surely never seen, as chaloner, Mildmay, Martin and Vein, all Parliament Kings, that over us reign: They are all glutted with their fellow subjects blood, and yet pretend their good, but pray let it be understood, for all Burleys blood, before jenkin's shall die, a hundred thousand in the City of London will try, to make Martin, and all such Rogues to fly. These be the cries of London Town, Some go up Street, some goes down, But a while I pray stand by, And you will hear another cry. A new Ordinance pray come and buy, to establish the Presbytery; what Religion next, put's me beyond my text? if this wont please you, see another, pray Sir try, for I have a hundred more, here in my Pack, for you to buy. These be the cries, etc. Who buys a new Order, to new dip the King's ships, and to their eternal fames, give them all new names; the Parliaments Ships forsooth; the Royal Sovereign must be the Royal Traitor, the Prince, the Parliament Pinck, and the whole Fleet the Parliaments Navy; O brave pirates, whether are ye bound, let cross winds toss you, whilst you all are drowned. Thus to the world they make it known, Crown, Sceptre, ships & ALL's their own. These be the cries, etc. Who buys a new Petition from Tanton, that the Devil brought the last great wind, and the Traitors now vaunt on. New, new, new, but as false as God is true; and so ye juggling Devells all, Adieu. Thus go the cries, etc. An Execration to all that bate King CHARLES. May God forsake ye, may the Devil take ye, May the pox eat up your bones, consume your rotten Members; may the palsy shake your hands and heads, and bloody visions haunt your beds; all Egypt's plagues and ten times more wait on you all at either door; May all your wives turn arrant jades, and you live upon their trades; may the gout be in your toes, and no end be to to your woes, may no Surgeon hear your moans; and all your joys be sighs & groans, may the running of the Reins, or the Quinsy cease your brains; May the toothache, and the fever, to plague you still do their endeavour; May the Strangullion be your best friend, and ne'er forsake you till your end; May you be the people's scorn, and curse the hour that you were borne; May Bedlam or Bridewell be all the house you have to dwell; May your children's children beg from door to door, and all their kindred, may they still be poor; May a guilty Conscience still affright ye, and no earthly joys delight ye; May you have aches in your rotten bones, and gravel in your kidneys and your stones; May your Daughters all turn Whores, and their Fathers keep the doors, May they never sleep in quiet, and fear poison in their diet; May they never sorrow lack, and so the pedlar shoot his pack. Only when they die (cause they were never true) when that their souls dedepart, Devil claim thy due. Printed in a Hollow-tree, for the good of the State.