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A27409	The bloody assizes, or, A compleat history of the life of George Lord Jefferies, from his birth to this present time ... to which is added Major Holmes's excellent speech, with the dying speeches and prayers of many other eminent Protestants : none of which were ever before publish'd ...	Bent, James.; Holmes, Abraham, d. 1685.; Tutchin, John, 1661?-1707.; Oates, Titus, 1649-1705.; Dunton, John, 1659-1733.; J. S. (John Shirley), fl. 1680-1702.	1689 (1689)	Wing B1905; ESTC R23364	51,348	72

THE Bloody Assizes Or A COMPLEAT HISTORY OF THE LIFE OF George Lord Iefferies FROM His Birth to this Present Time. WHEREIN Among other things is given a true Account of his unheard of Cruelties and Barbarous Proceedings in his whole Western-Circuit COMPREHENDING The whole Proceedings Arraignment Tryals and Condemnation of all those who Suffer'd in the West of England in the Year 1685. With their undaunted Courage at the Barr their Behaviour in Prison their Cruel Whippings afterwards and the remarkable Circumstances that attended their Executions To which is added Major HOLMES's Excellent Speech with the Dying Speeches and Prayers of many other Eminent Protestants None of which were ever before Publish'd Faithfully Collected by several West-Countrey Gentlemen who were both Eye and Ear-Witnesses to all the Matter of Fact. WITH ALLOWANCE LONDON Printed for I. Dunton at the Black Raven in the Poultrey over against the Compter and sold by R. Janeway in Queens-Head-Alley in Pater-noster-row 1689. TO GEORGE Lord JEFFERIES LATE Lord CHANCELLOUR of England My LORD I Know not to whom I could more properly Dedicate a Treatise of this Nature than to your Lordship who lately was Lord Chief Justice of England and have set such remarkable Copies to inferiour Magistrates What is here offered may serve as a Mirrour in which future Administrators of publick Justice would do well to look for you may remember my Lord if your Lordships present Afflictions have not made you forget as much Law as you ever learnt Common Law runs much upon Presidents And if a Man happen to have none of the best Physiognomies there is no reason why he should streight grow angry and fling stones to break all the Looking-glasses he meets with only because they represent the true Figure of the Object My Lord The following Treatise is a true Account of your Lordships Life and Actions most of which are ready to be attested upon Oath of your unheard of Cruelties and barbarous Proceedings in your whole Western Circuit In which all may see at what dear rates our Western Martyrs purchased this religion and how that it cost those glorious Sufferers that so lately went off the stage under your Lordships Sentence both Whippings and cruel Imprisonments and the most exquisite Tortures which none could invent or inflict but your Lordship who is suppos'd by all to have an Heart of marble and Entrails of brass nor any endure but they whose gallant and noble Souls were born up with heavenly Cordials and a Power from on high But my Lord rest assured that their Blood still cryes for Vengeance and will be a lasting monument of your Lordships Cruelties whilst History can speak or transmit to incredulous Posterity the remarkables of elapsed Ages for Hang Draw and Quarter and Try Men afterwards Witness Sir Thomas Armstrong's Death c. has been your peculiar Talent But your Lordship will now at last do well to remember that King Alfred caused forty four Judges in one year to be Hang'd as Murderers for their false Judgments I hope your Lordship will pardon this present Address seeing 't is a Priviledge we modern Authors hold by prescription to put any great Body's Name in the front of our Book Princes have not been able to exempt themselves or their Families from the Persecution of Dedications nor ever was there I humbly conceive any Rule made in your Lordships Court to forbid them Suffer then I beseech your Lordship this Address to remain a Monument to Posterity of the sentiments this Age has of your Lordships Conduct and Merits and Witness to all the World how much its Author is Your LORDSHIPS Most Humble Servant James Bent. A POEM TO THE MEMORY OF GEORGE Lord JEFFERIES I Cannot hold hot struggling Rage aspires And crowds my free-born breast with noble fires Whilst prudent fools squeak Treason through the nose And whine a quivering Vote in sneaking Prose My Muse soars out of reach and dares despise What e're below attempts to Tyrannize Thô I by some base Nero should be clad In such a Gown as the old Christians had In clouds of Satyr up to Heaven I de roul For he could burn my shell but not my Soul. Thô Nature her auspicious aid refuse Revenge and Anger shall inspire my Muse Nature has given me a complaining part And murder'd Protestants a resenting Heart Then room for bloody Jefferys or he 'll swear By all the Aps from St. Cadwallader Prutus hur creat Cranfather if hur enquire And Adam's Cranfather was Prutus sire Famous ap Shenkin was hur elder Brother Some Caledonian Sycorax hur Mother Or some she-De'il more damn'd than all the rest At their black Feast hur lustful Sire comprest Thence do I think this Cacademon rose Whose wrathful Eyes his inward baseness shows His shape is all inhumane and uncouth But yet he 's chiefly Devil about the MOUTH With care this Brat was nurs'd for fear it shou'd Grow tame and so degen'rate into good With City-charters he was wrapt about And Acts of Parliament for swadling-clout As he grew up he won a noble Fame For which Squire Ketch hath sworn him publick shame And won't it be a pretty sight to see 't The Hang-man Rope and bloody Jefferies meet Jefferys who cherisht spite as all can tell Jefferys who was the darling Brat of Hell. Oft with success this mighty Blast did bawl Where loudest Lungs and biggest words win all And still his clenched Arguments did end With that home-thrust He is not Caesar's Friend Sometimes that jaded Ears he might release Good Man he has been fee'd to hold his Peace Hear him but never see him and you 'd swear He was the Cryer not the Counseller He roars as if he only chanc'd to find Justice was now grown deaf as well as blind This Demy-fiend this Hurricane of Man Was sent to butcher all i' th' West he can 'T was him the Popish Party wisely chose To splutter Law and the dinn'd Rabble pose They have a thousand Tongues yet he can roar Far louder thô they had a thousand more Vnto long-winded Cook he scorns ●o But Pleads his Majesly will have it so He 's for all Mischief set by Nature bred He rails at all before him and is fed Hyaena like by tearing up the Dead Th' unluckiest Satyrist alive that still Writes his own Character in all that 's ill Of all the World most fit a Vice t' expose That all its Cause Effects and Motions knows Stranger to none can no advantage lose Big with conceit the empty shape looks great His own dear self obligingly doth treat Rewards his Soul in any garb will lap His ductile Soul will put on any shape Vice hath his patronage and there 's no fear But Hell in time may his protection share The rather ' cause the god of gold is there He courts loud rumour but lets truth alone Conscious of guilt he shuns being justly known And by 's oft changing flyes a definition Learn'd but in ill Ingenious but in spite