The Answer to the Petition, &c.

And when Religion’s all your cares,

Or London have such heed of theirs,

They had before:

When Warwick from Geneva dares,

Now Printed, bring the Common-Prayers,

And read them o’re.

When all your Consultations tend,

To pay what you have made men lend,

None knows wherefore;

When you no more shall say you’ll send,

And bring me fairly to mine end,

You’ll ask no more.

When your Smectymnuus Surplice wears,

Or Tippet on his shoulders bears,

Raggs of the Whore;

When Burton, ——— and Bastwick dares,

With your good leaves, but show their Eares,

They’ll ask no more.

When what I borrowed I shall see,

Y’have paid each Universitie,

Of th’ City store:

And Doctors, Chaplains, Fellows, be

Free-willers of pluralitie.

They’ll ask no more.

When the elect shall make such hast,

By th’ Bretheren to be embrac’t

In Tubs on floore;

When Coblers they shall preach their last

At Conventicles on a Fast,

They’ll ask no more.

When Bishops all the House adorns,

And Round-heads for their absence mourns,

A great Eye-sore;

When ev’ry Citizen lesse scorns

Lord Wentworth’s head, then Essex horns,

You’ll ask no more.

When you no more shall dare hereafter,

A needlesse thing which gains much laughter,

Granted before;

When Pym is sent to Ireland slaughter,

And ne’re more hopes to marry my Daughter,

You’ll ask no more.

When you have found a clearer way

For ordering the Militia,

Then heard before;

When Atkins on the Training day,

Sha’nt dare his Office to bewray,

Hee’ll ask no more.

When naught to me shall be deny’d,

And you shall all in me confide,

Good cause therefore!

When Denmark shall for me provide,

And now Lord Digby’s on my side,

Ask me no more.

Last, when I shall make Hull my own,

This one thing more I must set down,

Forgot before,

When I have got into the Town,

I’le make ten more besides that Clown,

Kneele and implore.