The Old Earle of Bristol's Verses on an Accommodation

T H e Parliament cryes Arme , the King sayes No ,
The New Lieutenants cry Come on, let's go;
The Citizens and Roundheads cryes So, so;
The People all amaz'd cryes Where's the Foe;
The Scots that stand behind the Door cryes Boe ,
Peace, Stay awhile and you shall know:
The King stands still faster than they can go.
If that the King by force of Armes prevail,
 He is invited to a Tyranny;
If that by power of Parliament he fail,
 We heap continual Warre on our Posterity:
Then that is not for Accommodation ,
Loves neither God , nor Church , nor King , nor Nation .
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