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2.210 R233905 1 The Kings delight, Or, True-love is a gift for a Queen The King's Delight The King's Delight, Or, True Love Is A Gift For A Queen AS I was walking through / Hide-Park as I us'd to do, date from content; imprint: 'n' of London is inverted: looks like 'u'. Pepys 2.210 Wing T3264A Pepys Library The Pepys ballads : facsimile volume Editor W.G. Day D.S. Brewer Cambridge [England] 1987 Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 210 A Turn-Coat of the Times, / Who doth by experience profess and protest, / That of all his professions, a Turn-Coat's the best. A Turn-Coat of the Times, Who doth by experience profess and protest, That of all his professions, a Turn-Coat's the best. A Turncoat of the Times, Who Does by Experience Profess and Protest, That of All His Professions, a Turncoat's the Best. 1/2 sheet oblong folio, 194 x 270 cropped bottom edge, uneven inking vertical rules 1665 Loudon, Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, and J. Wright. F. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright Weinstein: content

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AS I was walking through Hide-Park as I us'd to do, some two or three months ago I laid mee all along Without any fear of wrong, And listen'd unto a Song; It came from a powdered thing As fine as a Lord or King, he knew not that I was got so nigh, And thus he began to sing. I am a turn-coat Knave, Although I do bear it brave, and do not shew all I have, I can with tongue and pen Court every sort of men, And kill'em as fast agen. With Zealots I can pray, With Cavalliers I can play; with shop-keepers I can cogg and lye, And Couzen as fast as they.
When first the Warre began, And Prentices lead the Van, 'twas I that did set them on, when they cryed Bishops down In Country, Court, and Town, Quoth I, and have at the Crown, The Covenant I did take, For form and fashions sake, but when it would not support my plot, 'Twas like an old Almanack. When Independency, Had superiority I was of the same degree; When Keepers did command, I then had a holy hand In Deans and in Chapters lands But when I began to spye, Protector-ship drew nigh, and Keepers were thrown o're the Barr, Old Oliver then cry'd I
WHen Sectarists got the day I used my yea, and nay; to flatter and then betray, In Parliament I got, And there a Member sat, To tumble down Church & State, state For I was a trusty trout In all I went about, and there we did vow to sit till now, But Oliver turn'd us out. We put down the house of Peers We killed the Cavalliers, and tippl'd the widows tears We sequestred mens Estates, And made'em pay monthly rates To trumpeters and their mates Rebellion we did Print, And altered all the Mint; no knavery then was done by men, But I had a finger in't, When Charles was put to flight Then I was at Wor'ster fight, and got a good booty by't; At that most fatal fall I killed and plundered all, The weakest went to the wall, Whilst my merry mates fell on To pillaging I was gone, there is many (thought I) will come by and by, And why should not I be one.
We triumphed like the Turk, We cripled the Scottish Kirk that set us at first to work, When Cromwel did but frown They yeilded every Town, St! Andrew's Cross went down But when old Noll did dye, And Richard his son put by, I knew not how to guide my plow, where now shall I be thought I. I must confess the Rump, Did put mee into a dump I knew not what would be trump When Dick had lost the day My gaming was at a stay, I could not tell what to play, When Monek was upon that score I thought I would play no more I did not think what he would be at, I ne're was so mumpt before. But now I am at Court, With men of the better sort and purchase a good report; I have the eyes and ears, Of many brave Noble Peers, And slight the poor Cavalliers, Poor knaves they know not how To flatter, to cringe, and bow, for he that is wise and means to rise, He must be a turn-Coat too.
London, Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, and J. Wright.