But, sacred Saviour, with thy words I woo
Thee to forgive, and not be bitter to 65
Such, as thou know'st do not know what they do.
For since they from their lord are so disjointed,
As to contemn those edicts he appointed,
How can they prize the power of his anointed?
Augment my patience, nullifie my hate, 70
Preserve my issue, and inspire my mate,
Yet, though we perish, BLESS THIS CHURCH and STATE.
XIV.
THE SALE OF REBELLIOUS HOUSHOLD-STUFF.
This sarcastic exultation of triumphant loyalty, is printed from an old black-letter copy in the Pepys collection, corrected by two others, one of which is preserved in A choice collection of 120 loyal songs, &c. 1684, 12mo.—To the tune of Old Simon the king.
[This triumph over the downfall of the Rump Parliament is one of the best of the numerous songs that were set to the favourite tune of Old Simon the King, the full burden of which is—