. The Roxburghe ballads. ness befitting anextreme Sectary. After riches poured in upon him, his oeconomywas much the same as before. Parsimony was so habitual to himthat he knew not how to relax into generosity upon proper occasions;and he was generally censured for being too frugal in his entertain-ments when he was Sheriff of London. John Oldham gibbetshim, like stingy Bethel save, and grudge yourself the charges ofa grave. Dryden rebukes his miserly habits, showing hitn as thecursing Shimei of Absalom anal Achitophel: Chaste were his cellars, and his Shrieval Board The grossness of a City F
. The Roxburghe ballads. ness befitting anextreme Sectary. After riches poured in upon him, his oeconomywas much the same as before. Parsimony was so habitual to himthat he knew not how to relax into generosity upon proper occasions;and he was generally censured for being too frugal in his entertain-ments when he was Sheriff of London. John Oldham gibbetshim, like stingy Bethel save, and grudge yourself the charges ofa grave. Dryden rebukes his miserly habits, showing hitn as thecursing Shimei of Absalom anal Achitophel: Chaste were his cellars, and his Shrieval Board The grossness of a City Feast abhorrd. His Cooks with long disuse their trade forgot; 620 Cool was his Kitchen, though his brains were hot. Slingsby Bethel fled to Holland before 22nd July, 1682. (See , and later pages, our introduction to Another Iter Boreale) ]. Oi [Roxburglie Collection, III. 915.] gter Boreale; ©r, ^putint in Counting for tijt Mom of a &atm« A New Song, to the tune of, iVcw ye Toryes that Glories. Written by J. BEhold Great Heavens Protection,Jehovah Frowns for to seePretended Zeal claim Election In Rights of Charles, in spight of all Treason, Preserves his Kingdoms in Peace ;He rules by Law and by Reason, 7 Whilst Whigg melts in his own Grease :Ignoramus is out of Doors ;Five, O flye, ye Base Sons of sojoq^,Poland or Holland will hide such Bores, Who Rebellion have sown :For nothing but Royalty, Loyalty, Shall in our Isle be known. 14 The Be\_th~]ellites are in mourning [see opposite. To see their Syre so Cold :Zownes ! who thought of adjourning A Zealot so Factious bold ? 158 Iter Boreale. To Prayers, ye Pestilent Whiggs, The Devil may hear you in time :What think you by Olivers Jigg ? 21 Gad, t brings my Song into once again take thy own,Tyburn long for thy Son doth Groan ;Cromivels disturbd with her making moan, Curses the sins brought him there :Then let us be Merry, drink Sherrj, The Zealots no longer fear. 28 Whine louder, ye Pri
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