The old Earle of Bristol's Verses on an Accommodation

The Parliament cryes Arme, the King sayes No,

The New Lieutenants cry Come on, let’s go;

The Citizens and Roundheads cryes So, so;

The People all amaz’d cryes Where’s the Foe;

The Scots that stand behind the Door cryes Boe,

Peace, Stay awhile and you shall know:

The King stands still faster than they can go.

If that the King by force of Armes prevail,

He is invited to a Tyranny;

If that by power of Parliament he fail,

We heap continual Warre on our Posterity:

Then that is not for Accommodation,

Loves neither God, nor Church, nor King, nor Nation.