%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> THE ROTA / OR, / News from the Common-wealths-mens Club, / Written by Mr. Henry Stubb; / 'Tis better then a Syllybub. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer ?-? Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 06/29/2021 37151

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R26268 AT Westminster where we take Boat, / There on the left hand you may note Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 90 THE ROTA / OR, / News from the Common-wealths-mens Club, / Written by Mr. Henry Stubb; / 'Tis better then a Syllybub. THE ROTA OR, News from the Commonwealth's men's Club, Written by Mr. Henry Stubb; 'Tis better then a Syllabub. ?-?

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1. AT Westminster where we take Boat, There on the left hand you may note The sign of the Turks Hedd and Throat. 2. What heads and throats therein there be, If you'l have patience to see, These few lines here shall notifie. 3. Here Harrington breeds up his youth To the discovery of no truth, All Commonwealths-men in good sooth. 4. A question here, though nere so rude, Is so belabourd, and so tewd, And into sundry pieces hewd. 5. If unresolvd by I, or Not, It must be put to the Ballot, Tis Mr. Harringtons own plot. 6. The finest thing that ere was seen, The one side white, the other green, And there you must put in a Bean. 7. First Harrington doth hawk and hum, And tells a story of old Rome, Which from his own store never come. 8. He cites Sigonius and Lampridius, Authors which to the Club are hideous, And he in quoting most persideous. 9. But there a sad mishap befel, Which much doth grieve me for to tel, But I am glad it was so wel. 10. The learned man stood up and spoke, That by two Losses he was broke, His Reputation and his Cloak. 11. Quoth he, My Reputation I hear is tumbled up and down, Much like a Foot-ball through the town. 12. And for my Cloak, by this good light, This Rascal Miles but yester-night With Coffee did it all bedite. 13. Next Polixsen, that Politician, Yet surely he is no Hebrician, And (as I take it) a worse Grecian. 14. Whom [Greek] did so fright, He was not himself again that night, Twas thought he did his Chair beshite. 15. Theres Poultney too, that man of Law, In Politicks he is but raw, But prattles more then a Jack-daw.
16. Who speaking once of injustice, Made a distinction somewhat nice, It was between a sin, and Vice. 17. Next comes in Gold that brazen-face, If blushing be a sign of grace, The Youth is in a woful case. 18. Whilst he should give us Sol's and Ob's, He brings us in some simple bobs, and fathers them on Mr. Hobs. 19. Nay, he hath got the prettiest feat, Monarchs out of the world to beat, Thus proves thei're all a tacite Cheat. 20. If man in state of nature be, And one imparts his Right to me, I cheat him of his property. 21. The like, if many men possest, To one give all their interest; He must be deem'd a Cheat at best. 22. We want not an Attourney hight, Lame Collins, (if I name him right) Oh! 'tis a very learned Wight. 23. The subtlest man that ere I saw, Did Arguments from Scripture draw; Religion was before the Law. 24. If so Sir Harrington's mistane, Religion doth the Law sustain, Law property, it is most plain. 25. A Parson too, of no small note, His sense as thred-bare as his coat; And neither of them worth a groat. 26. The man doth hope in time to be, Chaplain to the Academy; Hee's fit, for he can scarce tell three. 27. Morley, who thought to have been one Of the Committee, but was none; For had he, they'd been all undone. 28. 'Twas well foreseen, for the wise Knot Thought that the man migt have a plot, For to have dipped their Ballot. 29. One in a Speech he did reherse, 'Gainst the Popes-land, he was so fierce, He cut it off at least a teirce. 30. He said hee'd quote Authority, That the full length of Italy, Contain'd but threescore miles and three.
31: A Cambrobritain here god-wot, Must needs make one of this learnd knot, But twere as good that he were not. 32. Taff Morgan, God her Worship save, Doth shit among them very grave, He's no great States-man, but great K---- 33. Last, Skinner of his Chaire grown proud, Doth gravely weild the busie croud, And still to Orders cries aloud. 34. To tell you more of Mr. Skinner, He'd rather talk, then eat his Dinner; Tis that which makes him look the thinner. 35. But whilst the man to Stafford cryd, Sir you to Orders must be tyd, Or else you must not here abide. 36. For our course here, is not to prate Of things that do too near relate To the Affairs of present state. 37. Speak to the question, it is sound, In what of Government the Ground, Or the Foundation may be found. 38. Stafford with that did lowly bow, Good Mr. Speaker calm your brow, And of my Argument allow. 39. For had your question any sence, I should not take the confidence To give your Worship ought offence. 40. But since for non-sense it may passe, To speak to you in Country-Phasse, Your Worship is a learned Asse. 41. Which words he took in so much scorn, That nothing else would serve his turn, But presently he must Adjourn. 42. Adjourn, quoth Stafford, in a fright, Are you a Burgess, or a Knight? Sure I shall to the Tower tonight. 43. But loe, the worst of all disasters, A Youth stood up, My learned Masters, All Governments are much like plasters. 44. Plaisters, quoth Stafford, let me die; If not, this poor Academy, Have not some grand infirmity. 45. And since it happens to be so, I may chance be infected too; Therefore my Masters all, adieu.
Exit.