But we were chiefly spoyl❜d by that,
Which was six hours of God knows what.*

His lordship then was in a rage,

His lordship lay upon the stage,

His lordship cry'd, all would be marr'd:
His lordship lov'd a-life the guard,
And did invite those mighty men,
To what think you? even to a Hen.

He knew he was to use their might
To help to keep the door at night,
And well bestow'd he thought his Hen,
That they might Tolebooth† Oxford men :
He thought it did become a lord
To threaten with that bug-bear word.

Now pass we to the civil law,
And eke the doctors of the spaw,
Who all perform'd their parts so well,
Sir Edward Ratcliff bore the bell,

Who was, by the king's own appointment,
To speak of spells, and magic oyntment.

The doctors of the civil law

Urg'd ne're a reason worth a straw :

And though they went in silk and satten,

They, Thomson-like,§ clip'd the king's Latine;

* Ludus dicebatur Ignoramus, qui durabat per spatium sex ho

rarum.

+ Idem quod Bocardo apud Oxon.

Insigniss. stultus.

Paulus Tompsonus, qui nuper læsæ majest. reus ob aurum de

curtat.

But yet his grace did pardon then
All treasons against Priscian.

Here no man speak aught to the point,
But all they said was out of joint;
Just like the chappel ominous

I' the colledge called God with us;
Which truly* doth stand much awry,
Just north and south, yes verily.

Philosophers did well their parts,
Which prov'd them masters of their arts;
Their moderator was no fool,

He far from Cambridge kept a school:
The country did such store afford,
The proctors might not speak a word.

But to conclude, the king was pleas'd,
And of the court the town was eas'd:
Yet Oxford though (dear sister) hark yet,
The king is gone but to New-market,
And comes again e're it be long,
Then you may make another song.

The king being gone from Trinity,
They make a scramble for degree;
Masters of all sorts, and all ages,
Keepers, subsizers, lackeyes, pages,
Who all did throng to come aboard,
With "Pray make me now, Good my lord."

They prest his lordship wond'rous hard,
His lordship then did want the guard;

* Decorum quia Coll. est puritanorum plenum: scil Emanuel.

So did they throng him for the nonce,
Until he blest them all at once,
And cryed, "Hodiissimè:

Omnes Magistri estote."

Nor is this all which we do sing,

For of your praise the world must ring:
Reader, unto your tackling look,

For there is coming forth a book
Will spoyl Joseph Barnesius
The sale of Rex Platonicus.

Ff2

AN

ANSWER TO THE FORMER SONG,

IN LATIN AND ENGLISH.

BY

LAKES.

(FROM AN AUTOGRAPH IN MR. GILCHRIST'S POSSESSION.)

A BALLAD late was made,

But God knows who 'es the penner,

Some say the rhyming sculler,*

And others say 'twas Fenner ;*

But they that know the style
Doe smell it by the collar,

And doe maintaine it was the braine
Of some young Oxford scholler.

And first he rails on Cambridge,
And thinkes her to disgrace,
By calling her Lutetia,

And throws dirt in her face:
But leave it, scholler, leave it,
For all the world must grant,
If Oxford be thy mother,

Then Cambridge is thy aunt.

Then goes he to the town,

And puts it all in starch,

The former is Taylor, the celebrated water poet: the latter, William Fenner, a puritanical poet and pamphleteer of that pe riod, was educated at Pembroke-hall, Oxford. He was preferred to the rectory of Rochford in Essex, by the earl of Warwick. died about 1640. G.

He

Archbishop Laud, in his annual account to the king, 1636, p. 37, mentions one Fenner, a principal ringleader of the Separatists, with their conventicles, at and about Ashford in Kent. G.