No Pedigrees nor Projects
Of after-times I tell,
Nor what strange things the Parliament
In former times befell,
Nor how an Emperour got a King ,
Nor how a King a Prince ,
But you shall hear what Progenies
Have been begotten since.

The Devil he a Monster got,
Which was both strong and stout,
This many-headed Monster
Did strait beget a Rout:
This Rout begat a Parliament ,
As Charles he well remembers,
The Parliament got Monsters too,
The which begot Five Members .

The Members Five did then beget
Most of the House of Peers ,
The Peers mis-understandings got
All Jealousies and Fears;
The Jealousies got Horse and Men,
Lest Warrs should have abounded,
And I dare say this Horse got Pym ,
And he begot a Round-head.

The Round-head got a Citizen ,
That great Tax-bearing Mule ,
The Mule begot a Parliament Asse ,
And he begot a Fool:
Some say the Fool got Warwick ,
And Rich gave him his whole Land,
In zeal Lord Rich got God knows who,
And God knows who got H — —

This H — — Surplices got down,
And those Church Rites that were,
He hath Petitions enough each day,
No need of the Lords Prayer:
But it's no wonder that's cry'd down,
And that indeed the rather,
'Cause Pym and he two Bastards are,
And dare not say, Our Father .

Now since this is the chiefest thing,
Hath got this great division,
Which London for to reconcile,
Hath got this great Munition:
The City hath now been refin'd,
From all her Drosse and Pelf,
They're now about for to new mold,
And Coyn the Common-wealth .