The next to him is a Welsh Judge, [9]
Durst tell them what was treason;
Old honest David durst be good
When it was out of season;
He durst discover all the tricks
The lawyers use, and knavery,
And show the subtile plots they use
To enthrall us into slavery.
The King sent us, etc.
Frank Wortley [10] hath a jovial soule,
Yet never was good club-man;
He’s for the bishops and the church,
But can endure no tub-man.
He told Sir Thomas in the Towre,
Though he by him was undone,
It pleased him that he lost more men
In taking him then London.
The King sent us, etc.
Sir Edward Hayles [11] was wond’rous rich,
No flower in Kent yields honey
In more abundance to the bee
Then they from him suck money;
Yet hee’s as chearfull as the best—
Judge Jenkins sees no reason
That honest men for wealth should be
Accused of high treason.
The King sent us, etc.
Old Sir George Strangways [12] he came in,
Though he himself submitted,
Yet as a traytor he must be
Excepted and committed:
Yet they th’ exception now take off,
But not the sequestrations,
Hee must forsooth to Goldsmith’s-hall,
The place of desolation.
The King sent us, etc.
Honest Sir Berr’s a reall man,
As ere was lapt in leather;
But he (God blesse us) loves the King,
And therefore was sent hither.
He durst be sheriff, and durst make
The Parliament acquainted
What he intended for to doe,
And for this was attainted.
The King sent us, etc.
Sir Benefield, [13] Sir Walter Blunt,
Are Romishly affected,
So’s honest Frank of Howard’s race,
And slaughter is suspected. [14]
But how the devill comes this about,
That Papists are so loyall,
And those that call themselves God’s saints
Like devils do destroy all?
The King sent us, etc.
Jack Hewet [15] will have wholesome meat,
And drink good wine, if any;
His entertainment’s free and neat,
His choyce of friends not many;
Jack is a loyall-hearted man,
Well parted and a scholar;
He’ll grumble if things please him not,
But never grows to choller.
The King sent us, etc.
Gallant Sir Thomas, [16] bold and stout
(Brave Lunsford), children eateth;
But he takes care, where he eats one,
There he a hundred getteth;
When Harlow’s wife brings her long bills,
He wishes she were blinded;
When shee speaks loud, as loud he swears
The woman’s earthly-minded.
The King sent us, etc.
Sir Lewis [17] hath an able pen,
Can cudgell a committee;
He makes them doe him reason, though
They others do not pitty.
Brave Cleaveland had a willing minde,
Frank Wortley was not able,
But Lewis got foure pound per weeke
For’s children and his table.
The King sent us, etc.
Giles Strangwayes [18] has a gallant soul,
A brain infatigable;
What study he ere undertakes
To master it hee’s able:
He studies on his theoremes,
And logarithmes for number;
He loves to speake of Lewis Dives, [19]
And they are ne’er asunder.
The King sent us, etc.