Pym's Juncto.  
TRuth I could chide you, Sirs, why how so late?  
My watch speaks eight, and not one pin o'th' State  
As yet undone? can such remissness fit  
Your active spirits, or my hellish wit?  
Each step the Sun amounts to heaven's crown  
(Whiles Pym commands) must see a kingdom down.  
I'm sure you have spurs enough to make you run,  
Gild hopes, cracked fortunes, & the ills I've done.  
Thus whilom seated was, great James his heir  
Just as you see me now i'th' Kingdoms chair.  
There the great Seal, there Richmond, Hartford sat,  
There Marshal, Dorset, Bristols temperate pate,  
But there sat Pembrock life of loyalty,  
There Holland flower of fidelity.  
We are no less than Charles in power and state,  
You are our juncto now, as his of late.  
Here sits Kimbolton, holy Say and Seal,  
With Wharton, Warwick, Brooks inspired zeal:  
Strood, Hampden, Hollis, Haslerig bold spirits,  
Fynes, Martin, Ludlow, vain unmatched weights:  
But there Church-elder White, religious Beard,  
There sits abomination, statest Peard:  
Charles bide at Oxford●hy Crown●hat pretty thing  
We must most humbly be at London King.  
But what's the business of the House to day?  
How speaks my notes? Commissions of Array.  
The nineteen Propositions to be sc●n'd  
A second time, Manchestets trained Band:  
Letters from Tristram, Whitcum, and from Hull,  
From Amsterdam, the admiral, how full  
Of high concernments are we? Sirs advise  
How we most warily may play our prize:  
I do conceive it must be our first play  
(Be't right or wrong) by vote to damn th' array.  
If ever that take footing, or advance,  
Farewell Militia, and our Ordinance.  
What will the appearance be d'ye think? yet stay  
Who dares our leading votes, by votes gainsay?  
Should any haughty spirits presume so far,  
What serves the Tower for then? or what the bar?  
But if we see the business will not bend  
As may be most conducing to our end  
By some fine way, it must be our next plot  
To put it off, and a new time allot  
And just jump for our turn: some letters shall  
From Whitcombe, Hotham, and our admiral,  
(Though forged in truth) be interposed and read,  
To spend the time, and maze the people's head.  
If the next day, we yet suspect to find  
Such whose just consciences can't be inclined  
To be made vassals, to our desperate s●nse  
It is easy to procure a conference  
Which shall out spin the leisure of the morn,  
Then we'll resume the House, and so adjourn  
Till five at night, the moderate (wearied thus)  
Will quit their seats, and leave here none but us:  
There's precedent for that, this was the feat  
That plucked the Bishops from the Baron's seat.  
This wrought good orders, many & many a vote,  
This Art must my Disciples get by rote.  
But if the Accommodation chance to spring  
Into debate, your whole Artillery bring,  
And lay that flat: that calmed, my genius starts  
With fear, to find i'th' House too loyal hearts:  
Seem (though) we must teeth outward to comply  
And humbly kiss the feet of Majesty:  
Yet live we can't, unless, obedience dead,  
Nor stand else where, but on the kingdom's head.  
Calms proper are for guiltless sons of peace,  
Our vessels bear best out in troubled seas.  
Charles must not reign secure, whilst rules a Pym.  
The Sun if rise with us, must set with him:  
You have our pleasure, which let be expressed  
To Pemhrock, Stamford, Roberts, and the rest,  
Bid Essex, Piercy, and the quandam groom  
O'th' stool a wait us in the painted room.  
Some of you subtly may in cottons walk,  
Sit and allure affections by your talk;  
'Twill be a work worthy your nimblest wit.  
To gain the devil and us a proselyte:  
So, to your business, yet ere you be gone,  
Take this advice, than blessings light upon  
Your nimble pates, first be you sure you shroud  
Your dark designs in a religious cloud.  
God's glory, Churches good, King head, suprem,  
A preaching ministry must be your theme;  
Next structure of you Babel, to be built,  
Must speciously be varnished o'er and guilt,  
With liberties and proper●y of lives  
And fortune▪ 'gainst high stretched prerogatives,  
And then a speech or two is fitly spent  
For rights and privileges of Parliament.  
These two well mixed you'll need no other lures  
To gain the people, and to make them yours:  
If Charles displeased, with some witty tart  
Message (and justly too) shall make you start,  
Saying, y''ave put him to his guard, be sure  
You than cry loud enough, and first cry whore  
War raised against the Parliament, and great  
Hindrance of the Irish aid, and strong abet  
Unto the Rebels, then if any thing  
You have may blast the honour of the King,  
Be't ne'er so bad, no matter from what hand,  
We'll vote it true, and then believe command.  
But on your memories I'll impose no more,  
You cannot miss the way when I'm before.  
Rise Cincua, Scillae, Marius, Graccus ghosts,  
And thou worst Catiline, with all thine hosts  
Rome's greatest earthquake, and this little trunk  
Makes with your desperate spirits, deeply drunk  
Up from your drowsy urns, the ghosts of those  
(My Ancestors) that Richard did depose.  
Drop fresh into my breast, my soul inspire,  
And strongly actuate me with your fire.  
That these thus mixed with my malicious gall,  
Mine may with theirs fully possess you all:  
Go, and exceed the mischiefs as much more  
As theirs did all ire attempts which were before  
Act past example, that it may be known  
You copied no example but your own:  
And if in after times when silently  
We sleep, another firebrand chance to be,  
'Twill be chief crown, and glory unto him  
To say he scaped his plots like you and Pym.  
Finis.   

Oxford, Printed for Wil. Web. 1643.