These
Armes disarm'd us, and Rebellion nurs'd;
Tis not for Nothing They are no
[...] Revers'd.
SATYR ON THE ADULTERATE COYN INSCRIBED THE COMMON-WEALTH, &c.
THat
Common-wealth which was our
Common-woe,
Did
Stamp for
Currant, That, which must not
Goe:
Yet it was well to
Passe, till
Heaven thought meet
To shew both
This, and
That were
Counterfeit.
Our
Crosses were their
Coyn! Their
God our
Hell!
Till
Saviour Charles became
Emanuel.
But now—The
Devill take their
God! Avaunt
Thou molten
Image of the
Covenant!
Thou lewd
Impostor! State's, and
Traffique's Sin!
A
Brazen Bulk, fac'd with a
Silver Skin!
Badge of Their
Saints-Pretences, without doubt!
A
Wolfe within, and
Innocence without!
Like to Their
Masqu'd Designs! Rebellion
Film'd with the Tinsell of Religion!
Metall on
Metall, here, we may disclose;
Like
Sear-cloth stript from
Cromwell's Copper Nose.
Thou
Bastard Relique of the
Trayterous Crew!
A mere
Invent, to Give the
Devill's Due!
Or (as a Learned Modern
Author sayth)
In their
Own Coyn, to
Pay the
Publique Faith!
Heavens! I thank you! that, in mine Extreme,
I never lov'd Their
Mony More than
Them!
Curs'd be those
Wights! whose
Godlinesse was
Gain,
Spoyling
Gods Image in Their
Soveraign!
They made
Our Angell's Evill! and 'tis known,
Their
Crosse and
Harp were
Scandall to the
CROWN.
Had, 'mongst the
Iewes, Their
Thirty Pence been us'd
When
Iudas truckt for's
Lord, 't had bin refus'd.
Worse than that
Coyn which our
Boyes, Fibbs do call!
A
Scottish Twenty-Pence is
Worth them
All!
To their eternal
Shame, be't brought to th'
Mint!
Cast into
Medalls: and Their
Names Stampt in't!
That
Charon (when they come for
Waftage ore)
May doubt
his Fare, and make them wait on shore:
For, if
Repentance ransome any thence,
Know!—
Charles his
Coyn must pay their
Peter-Pence.
Prima peregrinos obscaena Pecunia mores Intulit:
Juv.
Hen: Bold olim è N. C. Oxon.
LONDON Printed, and are to be sold in Little-britain. 1661.