VVestminster Fayre, newly proclaimed. My muse thus venters [sic] to open her ware, and bids you welcome to Westminster Fayre. Wherein, votes, orders, ordinances, this September, are to be sold, with many a rotten Member, a Parliament man; I need say no more: a close committee-man that loves a w- a sequestrator; sure the Devill's not worse then an excise-man, far a greater curse: only a pursuivant, to make hell full, the country poore, the city a meere gull. T'is but a penny, in: too small a fee, to sell you spectacles, these strange sights t'see.