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<HEAD><HI>THE</HI> SPEECH SPOKEN TO THE Lord General Monck AT GOLDSMITHS-HALL <DATE><HI>April</HI> the tenth, 1660.</DATE> By WALTER YOLKNEY.</HEAD>
<OPENER><SALUTE>MY LORD,</SALUTE></OPENER>
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<L>WE have layn under Hatches many years,</L>
<L>Enthrall'd at fir&s;t with Jealou&s;ies and fears:</L>
<L>Since then, th'Indulgence of Pope <HI>Oliver</HI></L>
<L>Pardon'd all &s;ins did to his Ri&s;e refer.</L>
<L>Then Dapper <HI>Dicky</HI> did &s;ucceed his Sire,</L>
<L>A very gentle, proper, ample Squire,</L>
<L>A Man of Wax, that each Fool work'd upon:</L>
<L><HI>Fleetonian,</HI> or a <HI>Lambertonian,</HI></L>
<L>They then prevailing, did prepare a Pack</L>
<L>Of all-together Knaves, walk, What d'yee lack:</L>
<L>This was the Rumpin, Thumpin, Rumpin <HI>R&V;MP,</HI></L>
<L>To Rhyme to which, my Wits I'm forc'd to Pump.</L>
<L>The Rump had not &s;ate long, but it began</L>
<L>To &s;tink i' th'No&s;trils of th'Soulderian.</L>
<L><HI>Wallingford-Hou&s;e</HI> gave light to <HI>Hew&s;ons</HI> Eye,</L>
<L>To finde the ready way to Butchery.</L>
<L>The <HI>Sultan Lambert</HI>'s Pride, with paces even,</L>
<L>Trac'd <HI>NOLL</HI> in Mr. <HI>Sterry's</HI> way to Heaven:</L>
<L>He &s;way'd the Officer with Swadling Clout,</L>
<L>Untill Your Excellency gave him the Rout:</L>
<L>You murther'd him in point of his Repute,</L>
<L>In that you Vanqui&s;h'd him without Di&s;pute;</L>
<L>That, &s;ince <HI>(My Lord)</HI> You have appear'd, the El&s;</L>
<L>Is <HI>A la mort,</HI> and may go <HI>Hoyle</HI> him&s;elf.</L>
<L>Thus hath our late &s;o famous Government,</L>
<L>Been, by the Teeth of Malice, torn and rent;</L>
<L>Which, to patch up again, the Cobler comes,</L>
<L>The Botcher, and the Tinker, with their Thumbs:</L>
<L>But your approach di&s;pers'd that Rabble Rout,</L>
<L>Bani&s;h'd our Fears, and gave our Hopes no doubt:</L>
<L>So that we &s;ee your Word's of greater force,</L>
<L>Than the huge Menaces of Foot or Hor&s;e;</L>
<L>That, like <HI>Cyneas,</HI> you a Conque&s;t gain</L>
<L>Where e're you come, and yet not any &s;lain.</L>
<L>A Civil Garland hath Renown'd you more,</L>
<L>Than all his Bloody Triumphs did before:</L>
<L>Your Prudence hath brought Peace unto our Gates,</L>
<L>And knit the di&s;located Joynts of States;</L>
<L>That, by in&s;tinct, We &s;en&s;ibly do feel</L>
<L>Our Center fixt, that late began to reel.</L>
<L>Religione purer Robe &s;o rent and torn,</L>
<L>Will be made new, and in a &s;en&s;e, Re-born:</L>
<L>The Law &s;o threatned to be Ham-&s;tring'd, now</L>
<L>Will finde Protection from your awful brow;</L>
<L>And Trading, that long time hath <HI>Bed-rid</HI> lain,</L>
<L>Will &s;prightly grow, and &s;hake its Legs again:</L>
<L>That we, e're long, &s;hall be &s;o innocent,</L>
<L>As not to know what the word <HI>PLOT</HI> hath meant.</L>
<L>Then blame Us not, if that our Joyes abound;</L>
<L>What e're Our Rea&s;ons are, <HI>YO&V;</HI> are the Ground.</L>
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<P>London, Printed for John Towers 1660.</P>
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