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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A86658	The rebells warning-piece; being certaine rules and instructions left by Alderman Hoyle (a member of Parliament) being a burgesse for York-shire, who hanged himself Ianuary 30. within half an hour after that day twelve-moneth he and his sectarian brethren had murthered their King. This seasonable caveat being written by his owne hand, was found lying by him in the chamber where he hanged himselfe. Also the sudden madnesse of Sheriff Wilson, a perjur'd relapsed, and apostate alderman of the City of London, who was carried mad from Guild-hall, so soon as he had taken the new ingagement, and now desperatly seeketh to end his life. With a new epitaph on Alderman Hoyle, and a new ballad on the loathed life and sudden death of Sir Philip E. of Pembroke.	Hoyle, Thos., d. 1650.	1650 (1650)	Wing H3204A; Thomason E593_13; ESTC R206898	5,491	8

the wall and the bed and pulling up my hand brought a piece of the Bed-cord up in my hand which hanged by which I cut off with my knife and laid by me and rise up and betook my self to write these few Items which I leave as a Legacy to those to whom it doth belong Woe unto you O bloody Cities of London and Westminster for your Pride hath ruined the King his children and the whole Country round about you Vengeance is now reigning down upon you because of your sin you have been both Mothers and Nurses of Rebellion Cities of Murderers robbers and Spoilers therefore because you do spoil you must be spoiled and that suddenly even in lesse then two full yeeres VVoe unto thee thou black Perjured Parliament for you have taken upon you the Office of the Almighty judged condemned and Martyred your rightfull King over whom you had not the least Power to wrong one hair of that Head you presumed to separate from the body of Gods Anointed in which accursed blow you smote off your selves from the Protection of the Almighty denyed your faith and are no more Christians but Infidells more blood guilty then Cain or Iudas fearfull and terrible shall be your ends before three times three Moons shall go their circuits you shall be many of you with me if not by the same manner of death by a worse VVoe unto you Apostatizing and backsliding Army for you have made many widows and Fatherlesse you and your Armies shall rott away like dung you shall be a stinke in the nostrills of all People to the worlds end VVoe unto thee Fairfax Cromwell Bradshaw c. ye spared not the Lords Anointed neither shall you be spared Thus Lucifer fell so must you all and sinke to hell Yours HOYLE THe writing of this took him up neer till dinner-time about which time his Land-lord came to him and asked him if he pleased to come down to dinner He answered he was drawing up some Instructions for the Counsell of State which he must finish by two a clock yet to cover his desperate intention bid him preserve him some meat and sent down Ten shilings to the servants of the house to buy Powder to make fire-works to solemnize the day which was received thankfully by them and St. Regicides Holy-day made by master and servants who all went abroad to spend the Burgesse of Yorks money which administred him the better opportunity to hang himself which before they came in again by the help of the Devil he had effected with a Bed-coard A fearfull Example to all desperate Regicides Behold Here is a Warning-Piece for all Rebells if their Pride will give them leave to ponder the end of this desperate wretch This foregoing Paper came to my hands by his Servant which I seriously perusing thought it worthy the revealing in print to dehort others from the like yet finding great difficulty in the Presse which is ty'd up from delivering Truths in this nature I at last prevailed with the Printer notwithstanding any Act to the contrary to Print and publish the same in which I have not added nor deminished a word only adding to his own last and seasonable Advice this Epitaph following An EPITAPH on Alderman HOYL a Member of Parliament who hanged himself January 30. 1649. AHitophel and Hoyle did Counsell well And so doth Fairfax Bradshaw and Cromwell But all against their KING These did effect That Counsell that Ahitophel did direct They did pursue with Thousands smote the King And their dark Plotts did to conclusion bring Hoyle had no cause as th' other had to swing Who hang'd because he could not kill the KING What difference is in Traytors when in despaire They 'l hang before the Act to end their feare So far from home too Had'st thou ne're an Asse To saddle or did the House deny thy Passe To set thy owne in order was there no way Thou perjur'd wretch to stay another day Thy Conscience the next day might calm and save Thy Name and Honor from a putrid grave How desprate was thy Act how bloody vaine To take a Halter for thy SOVERAIGNS Reine He needs must go it seems the Devill drives Traytors and Rebells ne're end better lives Who aims by Treason to usurpe a Growne Unlese his halter holds he tumbles down But if they all should hang 't is but untill With Lucifer they be cut down to Hell Since which Row Wilson a perjur'd revolted Alderman of London so soon as he had taken the new Ingagement fell desperately mad in their Guild-Hall the very place he had forsworn himself and now seeks but the same opportunity as his brother Hoyle to hang himself You that with bloody-fraude did scourge and teare Astrea's sides without least dread or feare Committed now your Prisner in irons pent Vp close during your black Parliament Whil'st sweet-lip'd fraude with her divided-face Acts Justice part usurps Astrea's place VVhilst Royal CHARLS his Scepter 's flung aside Hell is broak loose and all her Fiends untyde But let them do their worst ther 's none But Charls can rule in Charls his Throne Philip the Crab-fish Earl of Pembrok that crope backward to his Honor and forsaking the head till he had taken new degrees in the tayle in his sickness dreamed he was in heaven where he saw the King who fell upon him and kic'kd him out asking him what he made there That the lordly Gemmoner awaking swore Dam him and Sinck him He had rather go to hell to Col. Rainsbrough and Mr. Pym then go to heaven to the KING and Cavaliers Because he deserves not an Epitaph you may be beter satisfy'd to sing his Dirge in a New Ballad To the Tune of Chevy-Chase GOds blessing guid our Royal King with Health and Victory ●nd all his Foes to Justice bring or else like Pembroke die 〈◊〉 whose late and I now must write ●ut all his ●●ng may know ●he desperate end attends each wight who ●●●es his Soveraignes Foe Treason was still his onely guide he steer'd his Actions by A Foole he liv'd a Mad-Man dy'd may all the rest so dye The daily Prayer that he made with Curses were attended Began with Oaths what ere he said and with God dam me ended Now lest the world should misconceive the reason of his death A briefe account I here shall give what stopt his stinking breath A Counceller he long time had besides his Oldisworth still By whose advice grand projects laid and acted by his will The Divell in mans shape appear'd each Evening at his bed And every Morne his Knight-ship rear'd and him to counsell led But now by chance it so fell out they too Familliar came And taking leave ere he went out for which he was too blame He néeds would stake him by the hand but that prov'd something warme which made him curses swearing stand it poysond all his arme And tumbling back the devil by chance troad on his Lordships too Which cast him in a sudden Trance and provd his finall woe Both leg arme did Gangrene straight black as his durty Soule A subtill trick it was in faith and made his heart soone cold And then upon his bed héed laid but yet no rest can take His conscience cryes his souls betrayd even for his moneys sake And now he raves like one distract or mad-man out o●s wits His braines before long time being crack't now sweares now prayes by ●●ts No sooner can he shut his eyes but straight he starts againe Take héed take héed aloud he cryes the Kings alive againe His gasping groanes Alarums giv● unto his Brethren deare The cursed crew that yet doe live that they their ends might feare Mild may take héed the Scots are co●… the King will hang us all In England we shall have no roome and great will be out fall Nothing at all could ease his mind a Legion him possest His treacherous Conscience could no● find one houre or minutes rest Vntill at last a Christian Priest this Jew came to convert Who had before bin long opprest for being a Loyall Heart The Common Prayer too must be the Prayer that he must heare Which er'st so persecuted he neither must come him néere Which now himselfe he curses for and sées his Treasons all Scarce hoping any Mercie or Compassion at his fall Now Rebels all a warning take of this your Noble Péere Consider what an end they make that live so dambly here And Royall hearts be constant still your Soveraignes Cause 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 The Evening crowns the day w●●● reward your present chance FINIS