Meethinks I heare the Nation's totall voyce
Applauding this day's action to bee such,
As rosting Rump, or beating of the Dutch.
More cormorants of State as well as hee,
Wee shortly hope in the same plight to see.
Looke now upon thy withered Cavaliers,
Who for reward hath nothing had but teres.
Thankes to this Wiltshire hogge, son of ye spittle,
Had they beene lookt on, hee had had but little.
Breake up the coffers of this hording theefe,