But twelve Parliament men are now sold for a peny.


THE SECOND PART


To the same tune.

They voted, unvoted, as fancy did guide,
To passe away time, but increasing their treasure
(When Jack is on cock-horse hee'l galloping ride,
But falling at last, hee'l repent it at leisure).
The widow, the fatherlesse, gentry and poore,
The tradesman and citizen, with a great many,
Have suffer'd full dearly to heap up their store;
But twelve Parliament men shall be sold for a peny.

These burdens and grievances England hath felt,
So long and so heavy, our hearts are e'en broken,
Our plate, gold and silver, to themselves they've dealt
(All this is too true, in good time be it spoken).
For a man to rise high and at last to fall low,
It is a discredit: this lot fals to many,
But 'tis no great matter these men to serve so,
Twelve Parliament men now are sold for a peny.

The generall (40) perceiving their lustfull desire
To covet more treasure, being puft with ambition,
By their acts and their orders to set all on fire,
Pretending religion to rout superstition: