and vol. i. p. 195, on “A Scholler that sold his Cussion” to buy tobacco. It is but an imperfect version on ii. 96, headed “A Tobacconist” (eight lines), of what we gave from _Le Prince d’Amour_: it begins “All dainty meats I doe defie, || Which feed men fat as swine.” Answered by No. 317, “On the Tobacconist,” p. 97. By the way: “Verrinus” in _M. D., C._, pp. 10, 364, consult _History of Signboards_, p. 354—“_Puyk van Verinas en Virginia Tabac_;” Englished, “Tip-Top Varinas,” &c.
Probably written by THOMAS WEAVER, and about 1646-8. It is in his collection entitled _Love and Drollery_, 1654, p. 13. Also in the 1662 _Rump_, i. 235; and the _Loyal Garland_, 1686 (Percy Soc. Reprint, xxix. 31). Compare a similar Song (probably founded on this one) by Sir Robt. Howard, in his Comedy, “The Committee,” Act iv., “Come, Drawer, some Wine, Let it sparkle and shine,”—or, the true beginning, “Now the Veil is thrown off,” &c. The Committee of Sequestration of Estates belonging to the Cavaliers sat at Goldsmith’s Hall, while Charles was imprisoned at Carisbrook, in 1647. A ballad of that year, entitled “Prattle your pleasure under the Rose,” has this verse:—
_Under the rose be it spoken, there’s a damn’d ~Committee~,_ _Sits in hell (~Goldsmith’s Hall~) in the midst of the City,_ _Only to sequester the poor Cavaliers,—_ _The Devil take their souls, and the hangmen their ears._
(As Hamlet says, “You pray not well!”—but such provocation transfers the blame to those who caused the anger.)
Again, in another Ballad, “I thank you twice,” dated 21st August, same year, 1647:—
_The gentry are sequestered all;_ _Our wives we find at ~Goldsmith’s Hall~,_ _For there they meet with the devil and all,_ _Still, God a-mercy, Parliament!_
On our p. 239, it is amusing to find reference to “the Cannibals of Pym,” remembering how Lilburn and others of that party indulged in similar accusations of cannibalism, with specific details against “Bloody Bones, or Lunsford” (_Hudibras_, Pt. iii. canto 2), who was killed in 1644. Thus, “From _Lunsford_ eke deliver us, || That eateth up children” (Rump i. 65); and Cleveland writes, “He swore he saw, when _Lunsford_ fell, || A child’s arm in his pocket” (J. C. _Revived, Poems_, 1662, p. 110).