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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A80405	Carmina colloquia: or, A demonaicall and damnable dialogue, between the Devil & an independent. Written in the last year of our freedome: and first of our bondage, by the permission of God, and commission of the Devil. By Fardinando Fallall, at Edinburgh. And dedicated to all our friends about Whinfield-knot.	Fardinando Fallall.	1649 (1649)	Wing C602; Thomason E559_6; ESTC R205917	3,955	10

CARMINA COLLOQVIA OR A Demonaicall and Damnable Dialogue BETWEEN THE DEVIL AN INDEPENDENT Written in the last year of our Freedome and first of our Bondage by the permission of God and Commission of the Devil By Fardinando Fallall at Edinburgh And Dedicated to all our friends about Whinfield-knot Flectere si nequeo superos Acheronta movebo Printed in the Year 1649. CARMINA GOLLOQVIA OR A Demonaical and Damnable Dialogue between the Devil and the Independent c. Devil MY Dear adopted heire mine only son Thou that hast fought and all my battails won Inlarg'd my kingdom and with thousand souls Fill'd up the Catalogue of my sulphury rowles Did not Religion son disguise thee right To exercise both policy and might 'T is like a ship-mans hose which as you please Will any way wrest to give the owner ease 'T is like a shooing-horne that will draw Any thing one and make it seeme a law A stalking-horse where under we may lurke Till we have accomplish'd our intended work 'T is a brave guilded mask that blears the eye And makes a lye seem true and truth a lye Independent I do confess dear father you have don As much for me as e're you did for son For which I vow hereafter for to sac're Those dues to you I owe unto my maker And more and more endeavour art and powers T' assure your hopes that I 'm obliged yours Yet am I but a passive instrument In your wise hands to prefect the intent The conquest that I won belong to you And I hold it just to give the Devill his due The Saints of God although I cannot ill them Yet I by thousands Robbe and Spoile and Kill them Dev. And must persist my son for untill they Be beaten down my Scepter cannot sway In. I 've tane away their darling and protector And heartlesse left them headlesse sons director Dev. But I 'm afraid his passion hurt us more Then all his actions in his life before It rent our maske and like t' have laid ope All our Ambushments and sinister scope So that we now must preach and prate and straine Both art and armes t' invest our shape againe In. Fear not my Syre our sale tongu'd brother Lenthall Is a brave toole I 'le warrant he 'le invent all Direct but his tongue dear patron of our lies And he 'le patch up the rent of our disguise Dev. I doubt it son whether the name of King The peoples I doll doth a terrour bring That a Plebeian rabble should depose Him whom th' Almighty for Lieutenant chose Or rather as I guesse cause we pretended We fought to have abuses but amended For Englands glory and for Charls His good Not for His Scepter much lesse for His bloud Have seiz'd the peoples judgement as they dare Their grumbling shews they discontented are Our King beheaded what harmlesse Angel smile Could our mis-grounded zeal thus far beguile To think our Church and State could be amended By killing Him who should have both defended O horrid folly where were our wits our faith To credit him who lies what e're he saith A Godly zeal before which we thought right Proves now the Devil turn'd to an Angel bright But now enlightned and advised well We him defie that taught us to Rebell Satan no more nor all his smooth tongu'd tooles At once shall make us traytours thieves and fooles Thus cryes the people and what e're they cry Concludes a hellish act that Charls should die In. Tush let them twat assure but you your promise Unto your famous Deputy Sir Thomas And your dear minion Cromwell who can speak And fight and preach by vertue of his beake Keep these your friends as there 's no other doubt And we shall yet bring matters brave about Dev. Fear not my child and that thou better may Discerne thy friends and those who me obey In honour of that Nose of Noses each Mans Nose shall be a conduit for his speech And those who keep my laws and Cromwels duly Shall dwindle their lies which a sniv'ling truly truly In. But father you were saying we must preach Tell us what doctrine is most fit to teach We are unlearned know not what to say Dev. But I 'le inspire you when you preach or pray Thou se'st already I have stopt the mouth That did oppose me looke from North to South And there 's not any orthodoxall tongue Allow'd to tell my vassals they 'r i' th' wrong The way is clear and that thou maist do well Take from before their thoughts the fear of Hell This lesson taught it quickly will appear Who loves God for love and loves him but for fear And I believe a small Arithmetick Will tell the number that to God will stick For from the guilt take punishment of sin And love of God will not restraine 'em in This to do better take a way the Law Give them the Reines force not but slylie draw The Law being ta'ne away sin is not known And so the game is up the dayes our own Tell them that Christ hath dy'd there needs no more But a bare belief the rest may passe o' th' score That heavens their own by letters pattent granted And there 's no sin can damn the Covenanted Stile grossest sins slips of infirmity And Christian duties false Idolatry And hast thou not read how I at first did fanne My powerfull breath into the new made man Who with soft glozes of my palliation Of his estate desir'd an allienation Because forfooth 't would make free and brave A Leveller with God before a slave This bait of freedome by experience try'd Hath won me more then all the shifts beside This is so sweet a morsell that the best Shall scarce resist but yeild down with the rest And their affections better for to steale Tell them his God your Doctrine doth reveale Enthusiasmes and soule sweating sence And couch't in fair yet sniv'ling eloquence And let the actions for a season read As you were Gods Embassadors indeed For I by Gods permission can appear Like God himself to those we do not fear This is enough my son this will intice'em And gold and glory to ambition hoize 'em That cast them headlong to my horrid vault Where I remaine just for the self same fault In. What are the Presbyterians their opinion Belong not they wholly to your dominion Dev. Yet they 're mine own yet I have more ado To compasse one of them then two of you They play with bait as though they would be gon But thou canst swallow ought mine only son He is the bastard thou the lawfull heire He may be reft but thou' rt entailed here I 'm father to you both but this in worst Thou with my selfe but he abroad was nurst In. Now I 'm resolv'd yet I had like forgot Last summers opposition to the Scot For as two brethren living both together May fall at variance even about a feather Yet when a stranger comes to

injure either They then unite fraternally together So when the Royall party came against us We differ'd not but joyntly both advanc'd us In opposition to the right truely Enstiling them the common enemy But brother-hood is strong and I surmis'd We still were so but with false names disguis'd But father tell me there 's a rumour flying Which be it true our comforts are a dying How Charls the Second wi●h his Royall band Prepared are for to invade the Land To assume His lawfull Crown and Regall rod To beat down thee and thine and set up God To give the Laws both Civill and Divine Their proper vigor and to cancell thine This 's the result of neighbour Nations all This must thou quash or take a beastly fall Dev. Fear not my child I seldome yet did faile thee When the true Royalists came for to assaile thee Yet thou must know my son to both our grief I 'm but a servant not a Lord in chief Our maker dread in the Almighties chaines At his free-will my purposes restraines But I 'le indeavour if he give me way To act my part within their second play Where God hath sowne his wheat I 'le sow my tares Pride and ambition and a thousand cares But yet alas I wofully presage They will retort against me all my rage To London they in triumph great will come And place King Charls upon His Fathers Throne In. Why truly this is sad yet I desire Your diligence might quench this kindling fire We all are yours you know what do you doubt That any of us may chance to face about That you so short a period have set Unto our reigne what do you fear your net 's not strong enough to hold your hampered slaves Must all our trophees turne into our grave Dev. Remember son that thou hast reigned long And vengeance only unto God belong The cryes o' th' poor Widows and Orphans tears Have scal'd the heavens and pierc'd th' Almighties cares Fight dog fight bear I weigh it not a chip What 's that to me I have thee now o'tho ' hip Thou like a Tyrant long enough hast sway'd The Feast is pleasant till the Reckoning 's paid But I 'le away and to their Councels hye And I 'le assure thee live untill thou dye Dev. Fare ill fare well adiew In. Nay father stay Set me on work before you go away I 'm dutifull enough Dev. Then see my son Thy actions in their wonted channell run Plunder sequester pole pill fleece and flay them Use them as Spunges dry'd dispatch and slay them With sudda in death the lives of Nobles stop But poorer sneakes bleed a way drop by drop And more and more still as our foes increases So let our rage as Lizards cut in pieces Threats with more malice though with lesser might And even in dying shew their living spite And so adiew untill we meet in Hell In. Both to depart they say bids oft farewell Similes Similibus gaudent I To Westminster do direct this book To Butcher Bradshaw and his turn-spit Cook Here may they see their Parent and the root Whence all their Treason first was set on foot For why the Devil is Synechdochicall Speaking to one what he intends to all And though I know their Patron 's alwayes nigh'em Because they sit and hold their Charter by him Yet here they may perceive their service past Shall be rewarded either first or last These are the Devils two hands to bring about The trophees of Tom foole and Copper snout And I suppose so loath they 're to despise it They 'le guild my fist with Greeks and patronize it For Gods sake they 'le do nothing ' cause they owe All to their father Nick save outward showe But if these Tyburne Twins do rage and fret And threat my throat with tying from my meat To usher them then shall they know that I As I have liv'd am well resolv'd to dye Thou that art honest read thou' rt welcome hither To hear the Devil and 's Child confer together And I 'm perswaded all thou here wilt read Shall be agniz'd an Article of thy Creed FINIS