Bum-well

by Nick

A particularly heroic rhyme scheme from The second part to the same tune. Or, The letanie continued, a satirical ballad produced in 1647:

From all Capon-eating holy Coblers,
From illuminated mysticall Con-joblers,
From Presbyters, and Independent Traytors,
And all such Creatures called Agitators,
From these, the Devil, and worse, if worse may be,
Vertue and goodnesse still deliver me.

From a conspiracy of wicked Knaves,
A knot of Villains, and a crew of Slaves,
From laying Plots for to abuse a Friend,
From working humors to a wicked end:
And from the place where Wolves and Foxes be,
Vertue and goodnesse still deliver me.

From Raviliac’s, Catalines, and Joyces,
From factious brothers sniveling voyces,
From an Ireton or a Crumwell,
Such blessed Saints that love a Bum-well,
And from all Subiects that would Soveraignes be,
Vertue and goodnesse still deliver me.

From rusty Bacon and ill rosted Eeles,
From a madding wit that runs on wheels,
From a vapring humour and a beetle head,
A smoaky chimney and a lowzie bed,
A blow upon the elbow and the knee,
From each of these goodnesse deliver me.