The true Protestants humble Desires to the Kings most excellent Majesty. Or, Protestantlike Propositions for His Majesty's perusal, tending to a safe and well-grounded Peace. With a Commination or Chorus of the People against those that desire it not.  

1  
THat your Majesty will be pleased to sign  
To nothing that may after cause  
All former Statutes to decline,  
And grate our Fundamental Laws.  
And your good Subjects shall daily pray,  
God preserve your Majesty.   

2  
That your Majesty would never let  
The Scottish Government be erected,  
For fear, lest when their Laws we get,  
We with their treasons be infected.   

3  
That your Majesty would never give  
The staff out of your hand again;  
For though as slaves we will not live,  
Yet we will have a Sovereign.   

4  
That your Majesty, as you are sworn,  
Would maintain the Church in that good state,  
As your Forefathers did it adorn,  
And hath been taken away of late.   

5  
That your Majesty would graciously please  
To hearken to none would innovate,  
For so we shall ne'er cure our old disease,  
Occasioned by riots intemperate.   

6  
That your Majesty would please once more  
The simple people to instate  
With the Common Prayer Book, as before;  
They are not for extempore prate.   

7  
That your Majesty would not yield,  
Your friends, who ventured their state and lives,  
Fight for your honour in the field,  
Should be cut off, as their Enemy strives.   

8  
That your Majesty would please ne'er to admit  
Any Committees, the plague of the Nation,  
Who (while like Censors) in chairs they do sit,  
Do wrack the poor Commons in grievous fashion   

9  
That your gracious Majesty would abhor  
The thought, to consent your Sister's Son,  
Brave Rupert should die, for maintaining a war,  
As every good Subject aught to have done.   

10  
That your Ma. would please that famous Newcastle  
Whose religion makes not his loyalty less:  
Who once for you even with Mavors did wrestle,  
May not lose his lands, be it he did transgress.   

11  
That your Majesty would make Jockey to pay  
Interest on interest for that vast sum of gold  
Which he took for your person, but the other day  
When you to your better Subjects were sold.   

12  
That your Majesty would please, though we hate superstitions,  
Yet we may have one religion or other,  
Any thing but that of the English Precisians,  
And that of jockeys our most dear Brother.   

13  
That your Majest. will please to have your old rent  
That is now behind for many years past,  
Due to be paid by your Parliament,  
Who are bound upon bond, to pay you at last.   

14  
That your Maj. will please again, when you get  
Your ships into your own hand, as you ought,  
Officers in them more trusty to set,  
Then those who assented for coin to be caught.   

15  
That your Maj. will please to give him his due  
That late hath insranchized you from your confinement,  
He deserves honour, that hath so helped you,  
Both in his own person, and by his designment.   

16  
That your M. would please the lands two eyes  
Now dimmed may be restored to their old wont,  
I mean the two famous Universities,  
And we not mistake a basin for a Font.   

17  
That your Majesty would please to call  
A Synod, a body of learned men,  
For ours in four years have done nothing at all,  
We are not the better for their purse, nor their pen   

18  
That your Maje. would please to send for the Prince,  
To avoid the imputation that some  
Cast on him, who say, he on purpose went hence  
Himself to ingratiate with the See of Rome.   

19  
That your Majesty would please to send for your Spouse,  
Who in France like a Turtle forsaken doth moan,  
She cannot the least disturb either house,  
If she will, then why do not they lie alone.   

20.  
That your Majesty would please by a Declaration  
The deluded Commons to undeceive,  
That you hate the acts of the Irish Nation,  
Contrary to that some would have them believe.   

21.  
That your Majesty would please ne'er to hearken to those  
That would have the Laws in English translated  
So we may have bald Rhyme for very good Prose,  
And have our calamities still propagated.   

22  
That your M. would turn days of humiliation  
And our days of thanks for we know not what:  
With our strange Fast-days for perturbation,  
For those which the Service-Book still pointeth at   

23  
We beseech your Majesty all qualifications  
Not heard of but lately, all negative swearing,  
All Protestations and foul Abjurations  
May never be licenc't again to have hearing.   

These things, great Sir, if you please to afford,  
We shall have a safe and well-grounded peace,  
All this is allowable by Gods holy Word,  
& if observed, may occasion our weal to increase.  
And your good Subjects shall daily pray,  
God preserve your Majesty.    

A Commination to be confirmed By a Chorus of the people.  

SInce that by God's Command, we may  
Curse those that do the truth betray,  
Let us take up our curse and say,  
Cursed be he that hates the King,  
And would his State to ruin bring,  
And scorns to be wedded with a Ring.  
And all the people say Amen.   

Cursed be he the Queen that hates,  
And 'gainst the Privy Counsel prates,  
And doth delight to cause debates.  
And let all the people say Amen.   

Cursed be he is Enemy  
Unto our harmless Liturgy,  
And to the Bishop's Hierarchy.  
And let all the people say Amen.   

Cursed with a horrid curse be he,  
That would have the Scottish presbytery  
For to take root in Brittany.  
And let all the people say Amen.   

Cursed be he that with hand and heart  
Doth not take the Army's part  
'Gainst those that would our Laws subvert.  
And let all the people say Amen.   

Cursed be he, or they, or all,  
Wish not his Majesty in Whitehall,  
As great as ever before his fall.  
And let all the people say Amen,   

Cursed be he would not the Queen  
Should once more with her Lord be seen,  
And in that pomp she once hath been.  
And let all the people say Amen.   

Cursed be he doth not desire  
The Prince from France should now retire,  
For to behold his King and Sire.  
And let all the people say Amen.   

Cursed be he that doth not use  
All means that may a peace produce,  
And doth to lend his aid refuse.  
And let all the people say Amen.   

Cursed be all Inscendiaries,  
Schismatics, and Sectaries,  
And all Inventors of new Fegaries.  
And let all the people say Amen.   

Cursed be he that doth not pray  
The Excize may quite be taken away,  
And all Traitors to come to decay.  
And let all the people say Amen.   
FINIS.  
Anno 1647.