White-Hall fayre, or, Who buys good penniworths of Barkstead the fayre proclamed. Barkstead, John, d. 1662. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A30966 of text R38539 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing B817A). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 12 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 5 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2017 A30966 Wing B817A ESTC R38539 17756581 ocm 17756581 106574 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A30966) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 106574) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 1626:55) White-Hall fayre, or, Who buys good penniworths of Barkstead the fayre proclamed. Barkstead, John, d. 1662. 8 p. Printed for A.P., [London] : 1648. In verse. Attributed to Barkstead by Wing and NUC pre-1956 imprints. Imperfect: print show-through, with slight loss of print. Reproduction of original in the Harvard University Library. eng Roundheads -- Anecdotes. -- Poetry. Great Britain -- Politics and government -- 1642-1649 -- Poetry. A30966 R38539 (Wing B817A). civilwar no White-Hall fayre: or, Who buyes good penniworths of Barkstead. The fayre proclamed. O yes, come all who doe intend to buy good penniworths; [no entry] 1648 1879 2 0 0 0 1 0 64 D The rate of 64 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the D category of texts with between 35 and 100 defects per 10,000 words. 2006-03 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2006-05 SPi Global Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2007-03 Robyn Anspach Sampled and proofread 2007-03 Robyn Anspach Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-02 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion WHITE-HALL FAYRE : OR , Who buyes good Penniworths OF BARKSTEAD . THE FAYRE PROCLAMED . O Yes , come all who doe intend to buy Good Penniworths ; doe you want Treachery , Schisme , Sedition , Votes , both pro and con , Doe you want bane , to kill a Nation : Doe you want Orders , Questions , Proclamations , Covenants , Contracts , Compacts , Protestations . Here you may furnisht be , with sives of ayre : O yes , come all then , unto White-Hall-Fayre . Printed for A. P. 1648. WHITE-HALL FAYRE , &c. Spectator . HEre 's a Faire well furnisht ? what Colonel Barkstead , art thou turn'd Pedlar , what rarities , make thy packe looke with so full a countenance ; thou art laden with other Commodities ( sure ) then Thimbles , and silver Spoones . Pedlar . Sir I intrusted am , by our high States , Who are the Kingdomes Rulers , yea their Fates , To put to sale , those paper Ordinances Who broke ere they were charg'd by sad mischances ; For to make money of those rotten Lawes Which shrunke , and durst not to support the Cause . I am Authoriz'd to present to view The States Quodiblits , and I have a few Of their strange wild projections , hard to see , To kill the King , and all his Progenie . Spectator . Pri-thee discover some of those envi'd Objects . What 's that thou art so shie to bring out , rip up the belly of thy Bag , and let me take a view of all . Pedlar . Here is a Fairing , dangerous to reveale , 'T is the late counterfeited , new Great Seale : With which the Commons ratifie their Acts , And doe confirme , their treasonable Facts . Nor is this to be thought , a grand deceit ; For they each one , even Kings do counterfeit . The Kings Power virtually , is in them They say , and therefore share his Diadem : And though against all Reason , Law , and Right , They keepe him Prisoner , in the Isle of Wight . By consequence , He doth amongst them sit , If you will please Sir , for to credit it . Spectator . Their principles are altogether Paradoxes ; but prithee , what 's that hath so faire an out-side , yet is so black within . Pedlar . O Sir ! this able is , all Hell to daunt , This is the Solemne league , and Covenant ; A damn'd projection , such as Knox found out When hee , and Andrew Melvill went about For to reforme the Scottish Kirk , and draw All to imbrace , the Presbyterian law . When the Earth sweat , for to behold their acts , And Hell was plow'd up , with their hellish facts . This is the Gordian-knot , that once did tie Two Kingdomes , in a trayterous Amitie . This thrust them forward , Bishops to pull downe ; And after that , to ceaze on CHARLES his Crowne : While the poore Commons , of this bale-full Isle Were forc't for to be perjur'd , and meane while Expos'd to all calamity , and woe ; Their Persons slaine , their Chattels ceaz'd on too ▪ But now the Members , having gain'd their ends , They kick the Scots off , once their onely Friends ▪ The Covenant no longer , they regard ; They fought for fame , their Brethren for reward . And Oliver , even by his Sword hath vow'd Their Government , shall never , be allow'd , Spectator . What 's that , that is so patch't and piec't there , with many Cuts and slices in 't , as if some Sword had been eating out a passage , through and through it . Pedlar . This is an Ordinance , o' the purest kind ; That maimed Soldiers , may some succour find ; Those that have lost , a joynt , an Arme , a Leg , Must now no longer , be constrain'd to beg . They shall have a relief , the day is set , From those Delinquents states , not found out yet ; Their service is summ'd up , and this is all That must bee their reward , an Hospitall : Three-pence a day , cleane Straw , contempt and scorne , This is the badge , that must their Armes adorne . Spectator . Was any other to be expected , but that those who have ruinated others for gaine , should in the end perish themselves by want ; but what more hast thou there , prithee make a full and free discovery ? Pedlar . Here 's a Declaration showes The Members , doe repent the woes They have upon , the Kingdome brought ; While they good-men , it's welfare sought : Therefore to bleare the Commons eyes , And for to stint their heavie cryes This doth declare ; they will appoint Those men , who to put all in joint , Shall heare , their heavie plaints ; redresse All grievances , that them oppresse : Though no such thing , they doe intend ; Or that their Pressures , e're should end . Spectator . Enough of that , but what is that other Scrowle there , thou hast bound up so surely ? Pedlar . O Sir , this Ordinance commands The speedy sale , of Bishops lands ; For since the Church is quite defac't : Why with Revenues , is it grac't . This lovely Pawne , is layd to pledge To Sathan , Prince of Sacriledge . Since now no Learning's requisite But what , the Spirit doth indite . Since Coblers , Tinkers , Weavers , Taylors , Rope-makers , Chandlers , Pedlars , Saylors Can Preach , and lovely well can Pray , When as the Spirit bids them say . Since now each Dolt , although in jest , Can put on black , and bee a Priest ; And with his Staffe in hand can trace All o're the Land from place to place . And mongst the Rurals pick up pence ; Tearming it supreame providence . What should wee doe , with Learned men ; No , let the Chaos , come agen . For since no lands the Church doth merit , Wee all will live , upon the Spirit . Spectator . Church Lands are worth a million an Acre , and yet whoseever buyes one for a pennie , will lose by the bargaine , but those Sacrilegious theeves at Westminster , are so flesht in wickednesse , that were it in their power , they would make sale of the Golden gates of Heaven , and traffick for the Emeraulds and Saphires that pave it , but what other conceits hast thou ? Pedlar . Sir , here 's an Ordinance , that doth command , That all the Royall partie , out of hand Depart the City , and for preservation Of those good Members , that now rule our Nation . Not come , within ten furlongs of the Citty Lest they be snapt , by a Select Committee . Hierusalem , the holy Citty none But Saints , must have their habitation In thee ; and therefore , now away prophane , And come , when you are sent for in againe . None must in London , take up their abode , But the blest Round-heads , the Elect of God . Whom he hath blest , with a pure Reformation , To trample on the ruines , of a Nation . Bow , bow your backs , stoope , stoope and let them ride Yee Cavaliers , your Fate you must abide . Spectator . They are immeasurally happy whose occasions will permit them , to keep out of that great but wicked City , who was the first fementer of the late rebellious Warre , and will be the last that so arts the greatest for its treacherie ? but what 's that i' the black box there ? Pedlar . Sir , this some call , Hells master-piece , the core And heart of all those Ills , that went before . A vile projection , grimme , and dangerous Deform'd , defunct , destructive Hazordaus . The Epitome , and extract of all crimes , That have these seven yeers , abus'd the Times . T is call'd an Ordinance , that none shall dare Lest they gaine death , as those that Traytors are . From their Leige Lord , a letter to receive Or , any letter writ from him to give Into their hands ; harke , harke , yee Nations neere , Yee Tartars , who doe only Demons feare . It is high Treason now , for us to doe , That which the Law of God injoynes us to . Yea and all humane Statutes , were they scand Command us to obey , our Kings command . Ring the Bells backward , now let all things jarre , As when the furious Element mannag'd warre . All things goe quite contrary , blacks call'd white , White black , right is call'd wrong wrong called right . Spectator . Thou hast showne mee very strange ware , such as never no Pedlar before thee could produce ; but is this all ? Pedlar . No Sir I 'ave one thing more , and this is it , And let swift Fame , for aye remember it : Pray shut your eyes , for that which now I shew , Once forct Sol back , when he the lines did view . As when Thiestes Banquet , stay'd his course , Or Joshua's Prayers , did unyoake his horse . This I doe want a name for , 't is a thing Some call a Declaration , 'gainst the King ; Taxing him for his Life ; this if you buy , You have the Master-piece of treachery . This , this alone , discovers their false hearts , And that they ever , acted Traytors parts . Since now for to support , their tottering state They 'l purchase Hell , sell sinne , at any rate . They would perswade the world , the Kings command Did send his Father , to the Stygian strand . O damn'd contrivers of a Nations woe , The Ruiners of Prince , and People too . Come who buyes this , that hee may read and see What vipers our brave Westminsterians bee . But now 't is night , and Sol is gon , Darknesse ore-spreads the Horizon : All you , who to White-hall repaire Pray enter , and behold the Faire . For such a Faire was never knowne , Nor ne're will bee , when this is gone . FINIS .