From cunning gamesters, who, they say,
Are sure to winne, what-e’re they play;
In April Lambert, Charles in May,
God bless, etc.
From neuters and their leven’d lump,
Who name the King and mean the Rump,
Or care not much what card is trump,
God bless, etc.
From midnight-birds, who lye at catch
Some plume from monarchy to snatch,
And from fond youths that cannot watch,
God bless, etc.
From brethren who must still dissent,
Whose froward gospell brooks no Lent,
And who recant, but ne’er repent,
God bless, etc.
From Levites void of truth and shame,
Who to the time their pulpits frame,
And keep the style but change the name,
God bless, etc.
From men by heynous crimes made rich,
Who (though their hopes are in the ditch)
Have still th’ old fornicatours itch,
God bless, etc.
From such as freely paid th’ arrears
Of the State-troops for many years,
But grudge one tax for Cavaleers,
God bless, etc.
THE SECOND PART.
A crown of gold without allay,
Not here provided for one day,
But framed above to last for aye!
God send, etc.
A Queen to fill the empty place,
And multiply his noble race,
Wee all beseech the throne of grace
To send, etc.