Part I.
Rump Songs.
333
A Brewer may do what he will,
And rob the Church and and State, to sell
His soul unto the devil of hell,
Which no body can deny.
And rob the Church and and State, to sell
His soul unto the devil of hell,
Which no body can deny.
The Power of the Sword.
Lay by your Pleading, Law lyes a Bleeding,
Burn all your Studies down, and throw away your Reading;
Small Power the Word has, and can afford us
Not half so many Priviledges as the Sword has:
It fosters your Masters, it plasters Disasters,
And makes your Servants, quickly greater than their Masters;
It venters, it enters, it circles, it centers,
And makes a Prentice free in spight of his Indentures.
Burn all your Studies down, and throw away your Reading;
Small Power the Word has, and can afford us
Not half so many Priviledges as the Sword has:
It fosters your Masters, it plasters Disasters,
And makes your Servants, quickly greater than their Masters;
It venters, it enters, it circles, it centers,
And makes a Prentice free in spight of his Indentures.
This takes off tall things, and sets up small things,
This masters Money, though Money masters all things;
’Tis not in season, to talk of Reason,
Or call it Legal, when the Sword will have it Treason;
It conquers the Crown too, the Furres and the Gown too,
This set up a Presbyter, and this pull’d him down too;
This subtil Deceiver, turn’d Bonnet to Beaver,
Down drops a Bishop, and up starts a Weaver.
This masters Money, though Money masters all things;
’Tis not in season, to talk of Reason,
Or call it Legal, when the Sword will have it Treason;
It conquers the Crown too, the Furres and the Gown too,
This set up a Presbyter, and this pull’d him down too;
This subtil Deceiver, turn’d Bonnet to Beaver,
Down drops a Bishop, and up starts a Weaver.
