A mode the cities profound policie, in delivering themselves, their city, their vvorks and ammunition, into the protection of the Armie. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A89198 of text R209816 in the English Short Title Catalog (Thomason 669.f.11[69]). 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. 6 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2017 A89198 Wing M2311 Thomason 669.f.11[69] ESTC R209816 99868672 99868672 162719 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. A89198) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 162719) Images scanned from microfilm: (Thomason Tracts ; 246:669f11[69]) A mode the cities profound policie, in delivering themselves, their city, their vvorks and ammunition, into the protection of the Armie. Wither, George, 1588-1667, attributed name. 1 sheet ([1] p.) s.n.], [London : Printed in the yeere, 1647. Verse - "Brave citizens, you have done well,"... Place of publication from Wing. Sometimes attributed to George Wither. Annotation on Thomason copy: "Aug: 27"; before 'mode' in title: "la". Reproduction of the original in the British Library. eng Political satire, English -- Early works to 1800. London (England) -- Politics and government -- 17th century -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. A89198 R209816 (Thomason 669.f.11[69]). civilwar no A mode: the cities profound policie, in delivering themselves, their city, their vvorks and ammunition, into the protection of the Armie. [Wither, George] 1647 924 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2007-07 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2007-08 Aptara Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2007-09 Mona Logarbo Sampled and proofread 2007-09 Mona Logarbo Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-02 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion A MODE : THE Cities profound Policie , in delivering themselves , their City , their VVorks and Ammunition , into the protection of the ARMIE . BRave Citizens , you have done well , To make your slaves your Masters ; Your policie it doth excell , Your Groomes will be your Tasters . My Lord Mayor , and the Aldermen , Your Gownes must make them breeches ; And if you doe retort agen , They 'l make you eat your Speeches . O brave Common-Counsell men , O brave Trained-Bands ! When do you thinke to get again The staffe in your owne hands ? 2 Th' Apprentices did vapour much , They 'd bang the Army soundly , And yet their valour proved such , They durst not go to 't roundly : Massey was made the Generall Of all your mighty Forces ; But when he on the Foe should fall , He wanted men and horses . O brave Common-Counsell men , O brave Trained-Bands ! When do you thinke to get again The staffe in your owne hands ? 3 Wher 's Hollis now and Stapleton , Jack Maynard and Clotworthy ? And where is Prynne and Poyntz now gone , To purge them of the scurvy ? And Glyn and Lewis have left all , Within at six and sevens ; And Waller 's gone to Glocester-Hall To visit Mrs. Stevens . O brave Common-Counsell men , &c 4 The Souldiers now , even where they wish , Will in your Citie quarter , And 'fore you tast of every dish ; And for your wives will barter . Your dainty ducks , whose soles nere treads Upon the earth that bears them , They now will towse upon your beds , Your Antlers nothing scares them . O brave Common-Counsell men , &c. 5 Sir Thomas now will make his peace , Even as his owne selfe listeth : And meanes to stew you in your grease , The Army with with him twisteth . New halters manie , for to hang Those that meant to oppose him , Tell truth , do not your hearts cry twang , That ere at first you chose him ? O brave Common-Counsell men , &c. 6 And now the Royallists will sing , Aloud Vive le Roy ; The Commons will imbrace their King , With an unwonted joy : And where 's now all your coine and toile , 'T is vanish'd into aire : You may get more , if that you moile Now at S. Bartholmews Faire . O brave Common-Counsell men , &c. 7 If Fairfax now his Soveraigne bring To London , to his People , Each Parish bells for joy shall ring , Till they knock down the steeple : And we Sir Thomas his renown VVill like S. Georges hallow , Tom May shall all his acts write downe , Or Withers that Apollo . O brave Common-Counsell men , &c. 8 The Scots doe whine that they have lost Their hopes at once : deare Jockey , Thy fine Presbyterie quite is crost , The English doe but mock yee : The coine that is behind of pay , For selling of the King , You 'l have the cleane contrary way , Sir Thomas will it bring . O Brave Common-Counsell men , &c. 9 The Trained Bands alas are tyr'd , Their works they cannot man them , And therefore have , the Army hyr'd , Who like to chaffe doe fan them : The Tower too great a trouble was , They wanted a Constable ; And therefore they did bring 't to passe , Sir Thomas might be able . O Brave Common-Counsell men , &c. 10 Case now doth doubt , calamitie Will seize on the Presbyterie , Calamie doubts , the case will bee So as to see 't were pitie : The Synod now doth greatly doubt , That Bishops , and the Service , Will now once more be brought about , Before it please Tom Gervice , O brave Common-Counsell men , &c. 11 Overton now may walke abroad , Stone walls are weak to hold him ; As Lilburne that same Demie-god , Prophetickly hath told him : And you may goe , and shake your eares , Who had , and could not hold it , What you had strove for many yeares , And got ; you now have sold it . O brave Common-Counsell men &c. 12 You need not now to Westminster To march with Fife and Drumme , The Army so your goods preferre , They will supplie your roome . The Modells now and you may lie , Abed till noone , and please yee ; The Armie , will your place supplie , All this is done to ease yee . O brave Common-Counsell men &c. 13 And now what doe ye lack fond men , Alas you wanted knowledge : Who would have thoght , when you had been So long at Gotham Colledge , You should not know to bargaine well , But so to maime your Charter : The after-Ages will you tell , You did not wisely barter . O brave Common-Counsell men O brave Trained-bands ! When doe you think to get againe The staffe in your own hands ? FINIS . Printed in the Yeere 1647.