From such that give Plaisters when they’ve broken our Pates,
From Rumps that do Vote down our Postes, Chaines and Gates,
Good Jove, &c.
From souldiers who mutiny for want of their pay,
And at last go sneaking without it away,
Crying, they hope for a far better day,
Good Jove, &c.
From one who brought Forces to fill up the Town,
That when Rumps were at highest he might pull them down.
Because he himself doth aim at the Crown,