THE PARLIAMENTS litany, FOR The more speedy composure of Differences, between them and the City, between the City and the Army, and between them all, and the King: That when they have ruined one another, the royal Party may not by that means be Triumphant.  
Printed in the year, 1647.   

The Parliaments litany.  

we O Lord, have sate seven yeares,  
And yet done nothing as appears,  
But set the Nation together by the ears,   
For which with tears.  

From driving the King away, from his own right,  
And arming his Subjects, against him to fight,  
From persecuting him with deadly spite,   
Libera nos.  

From innocent blood, as when Straford was slain,  
Who died for his truth to his sovereign;  
From seeing fierce Rupert and Hopton again,   
Libera nos.  

From forcing new vows, and Protestations,  
From unheard of Orders, and strange Declarations,  
From plundering 〈◇〉 goods, or any such fashions,   
Libera nos.  

From driving the Queen again, from her dear Lord,  
A crime that is cursed, and damned by Record,  
From doing wrong, and maintaining by the sword,   
Libera nos.  

From sending again, for the blew Capt Scots,  
That they may aid us in all our Plots,  
Who came( for our goods) most Brotherly Sots,   
Libera nos.  

From contriving Stratagems, and then giving out,  
That bloody Varlets were bringing about  
To destroy us, and all ours without doubt,   
Libera nos.  

From notorious sacrilege, or selling the Land  
The Bishops enjoyed by royal Command,  
From countenancing Knaves, good men to withstand,   
Libera nos.  

From defacing Churches, and pulling down Crosses,  
From forcing the poor to live by their losses,  
From John Presbyters horns that Religion tosses,   
Libera nos.  

From seizing upon the Land of the Crown,  
And making infamous a Prince of Renown,  
From Covenanting to pull Mornarchy down,   
Libera nos.  

From living to see a Committee mans name,  
Even loathed by all men unto our great shane,  
From being scorched to ashes by our own flamme,   
Libera nos.  

From writing in blood the Edicts we make,  
From forcing the Souldiers half pay for to take,  
From giving the rich and from the poor to rak,   
Libera nos.  

From being expulsed by those are our own,  
Who, cause Independents, most great are grown,  
From being clapped up in prison each one,   
Libera nos.  

From sequestering mens states unto their bare skin,  
From not caring who loses so ourselves may win,  
From a pretended holinesse to cover our sin,   
Libera nos.  

From the peoples curses, that have hated our Acts,  
Our cunning glosses, and close compacts,  
And from the reward that is due to our Facts,   
Libera nos.  

From Prince Charles his fury, whom we have abused  
as well as his 〈◇〉 disloyalty used,  
From a foreign foe, while we now are confused,   
Libera nos.  

From Sir Thomas and his Army, who now will purge  
The House of ill Members, & intends them to scourge,  
O now some one, help us petitions to forge,   
Libera nos.  

From our own black Consciences that still will cry,  
And tear us for our disloyalty,  
From being tormented eternally,   
Libera nos.  

From tumultuous noises our ears to fill,  
From Voting what the Apprentices will,  
From any that would not have us rule still,   
Libera nos.  

From joining with the Common-Counsel men  
To oppose the Army, and raise warres again,  
From Hoptons sword, and Berkenheads pen,   
Libera nos.  

From consumption of our Members, a strange disease,  
From Voting what the Army please,  
From giving account for our breach of peace,   
Libera nos.  

From imprisoning wise men, and exalting fools,  
From pulling down Churches, & demolishing schools,  
By Votes, Ordinances, and such damnable tools,   
Libera nos.  

From His Majesties hate, that may justly lye on us,  
From all Christian Kings, that they fall not upon us,  
From those were of our part, and now are gon from us,   
Libera nos.  

From those crimes and others, more then the world knows ▪  
Whom we have deluded with specious shows,  
And so have occasioned the Kingdome's great woes,   
Libera nos Domine.  

THat it may please thee, we now at last 
The Parl ▪ that Voted a new War.   
May us repent of what is past,  
Before we to abyss be cast,   
Quaesumus te.  

That it may please thee if be thy will,  
We as we wonted may sit still,  
The only way our bags to fill,   
Quaesumus te.  

That it may please thee we may reign,  
And still be drivers of Charles his wain,  
And he near hold the reins again,   
Quaesumus te.  

That it may please thee, we still may device  
To foment Discords and Jealousies,  
And fool the people with egregious lies,   
Quaesumus te.  

That it may please thee, all may comply  
With us, to make one Monopoly,  
And engross to ourselves the Monarchy,   
Quaesumus te.  

That it may please thee, we may make new Elections,  
And to whom we list give our Protections,  
And ore three Kingdoms blow our infections,   
Quaesumus te.  

That it may please thee, he thatis worth a groat  
May be made a Dilinquent by our Vote,  
And for compounding money sell his Coat,   
Quaesumus te.  

That it may please thee, we may advance  
Schism, sedition, and ignorance,  
Its for the kingdoms good perchance,   
Quaesumus te.  

That it may please thee, we may go on  
To perfect our reformation,  
How else shall we ruin the Nation?   
Quaesumus te.  

That it may please thee, since 'tis so,  
When the Army listeth, we must go,  
That they may follow after to,   
Quaesumus te.  

This it may please thee, this famous City,  
Who are such Coxcombs( as 'tis pitty)  
May buy their peace, which will make them witty,   
Quaesumus te.  

That it may please thee to blind mens eyes,  
That while we practise our disguise,  
fools with our words we may surprise,   
Quaesumus te.  

That it may please thee, Sir John Geyer  
Who but till this day was Lord mayor,  
May live to disturb another Faire,   
Quaesumus te.  

That it may please thee his Brethren four,  
Who now are quartered in the Tower,  
May have the company of twenty more,   
Quaesumus te.  

That it may please thee, the Citizens may  
Open their bags the Army to pay,  
We shall scape the better( as some say,)   
Quaesumus te.  

But O! 
* Those that Voted the late war.  we now must sit no more,  
And those whom we despised before,  
Are those that thrust us out of door,   
O Deus bone.  

( Therefore may it please thee) we may no more,  
Trample on our sovereign as before,  
But now his mercy may emplore,   
Quaesumus te.  

That it may please thee, as Subjects now  
We to our Lord King Charles may bow,  
And him what is his own allow,   
Quaesumus te.  

That it may please thee, the grievous Curse, 
The parting of the queen from the king.   
That's due to those that do Divorce,  
A man and's wife may not plague us worse,   
Quaesumus te.  

That it may please thee, we may now repent,  
The wrongs we did when prevalent,  
And also without the Kings consent,   
Quaesumus te.  

That it may please thee, on our submission,  
Our hearty sorrow and contrition,  
We may have life by his permission,   
Quaesumus te.  

That it may please thee, those behind  
May learn to him to be more kind,  
Else they undo themselves they'l find,   
Quaesumus te.   

POSCRIPT.  

Argumentum à Majore.  
Who ever knew the ruin of a Prince,  
But that those caused it, the same brunt did bear?  
All old Records of ancient time long since,  
unto the world doth make the same appear;  
Take heed, take heed then, how you wro●g the King,  
He cannot fall but must your ruin bring.   
FINIS.