The Cries OF Westminster.  
Or the Parliament Pedlar, with his whole Pack of 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 reach you many pretty things,  
And raise you above Gods or King's▪  
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 ●●ceive any Message from him, upon pain of High-treason, Imprisonment, death, or plundering: But when these shall swing in a string, true Subjcts will obey their King.  

Challonner, Mildmay, Martin, Vein,  
Are fitting of their crowns to reign.  
These are the Cries, etc.   
Buy a new Plot●, 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 Ken●; 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 Sco●t●; have you any Five and Twenty Parts, weekly or monthly Assessments for Essex, Fair-fax, 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 ●harles betray.  
Thus go the cries of Westminster,  
That are heard both far and near,  
But a wile I p●ay 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 ptitty trick also, and at New-maret 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 you bound, let cross wind toss you, whilst you all are drowned.  

Thus to the world they make it known,  
Crown, Scpter, 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 Traytoes now vaunt on. New, new, new, but as fase as God is true; and so you juggling Devils all, Adieu.  
Thus go the cries, etc.   

An Execration to all that hate King CHARLES.  
May God forsake ye, may the Devil, take ye, May the pox eat up your bones, consume your rotten Members, and burn up both flesh & bones to embers; 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 jads, and you live 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 trades▪ may the gout be in you toes, and no end be 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 one door to another, bereft of Parets, friends, Father and mother; May a guilty Conscience always affright ye, and no earthly joys delight ye; May you have aches in your rotten bones, 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 Cursing lack, and so the Pedlar shuts his pack. Only when as they die, ('cause they were never true) And that their souls departed, Devil claim thy due.    

The second Edition, corrected and amended: printed in a hollow-●ree, for the good of the State.