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Select and choice poems collected out of the labours of Captain George Wharton.
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Wharton, George, Sir, 1617-1681.
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Wing W1558; ESTC R33587
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kinde if the rout Rais'd by your selves at last upon you fell For shame complain not y' are rewarded well 'T is fit those Pulpits should contemned be Which first defiance bid to Majesty 'T is fit such Presbyters their Tythes should want Which labour'd King and Bishops to supplant No Bishops nor no Tythes by humane Right And Jus Divinum is exploded quite O times when Hobnails justle out a Crown And Surplice white is chang'd to crimson Gown When to rebel is judg'd a Saint-like thing Who hate conformity dare kill their King But God be praised now New lights are found To be Fools Fires in a moorish ground King-killing now let 's damne to lowest Hell Let not the Classe against the Mitre swell Leave crimson Tenets to the crimson Whore Let 's all at last repent and SMEC no more Vpon the Death of DENNIS BOND who died on that stormy Day the same Week the PROTECTOR died who lived four Days after him A Zealot for the Cause liv'd always grac'd To right and left to front and rear he fac'd And as times chang'd he turn'd still thus his stake He sav'd and did of Honour still partake To the Kings Murther post consent he gave And then admir'd proud Hops and Grains that Slave Own'd him a Saint saw much of God in 's face Only his Copper-Nose did much disgrace The Divine Image yet there 's reason why Dennis with Oliver should thus comply Both Saints alike and Rebels th' one in grain Most stain'd with blood but Traytors both remain Nol's Actor Dennis stands Abettor by Their Soveraigns Life the Touchstone both to try He owns the Murther th' other cries Amen It is a Query which was worst for when He pawn'd his soul this laid his Bond at stake A praise-deserving Action this to make Clear as the Sun and do appoint their day Ten years bating few months this game to play Thus Noll went formost nor did Bond disclaim The Fact but gives it a religious name And firmly is resolv'd to justifie That Law and Court which iudg'd King Charles to die Pluto takes up the wager and makes shew Of paints and varnishes both old and new To give a gloss to villany but asks In case that neither should perform their tasks Noll's foul and will have Dennis in the Bond The time prefixed not to slip beyond But on the forfeit seizure should be given This notwithstanding both make sure of Heaven The time 's elaps'd the wager lost what now Both would forget their Lay but 't will not do For Pluto boldly comes and makes demand Th' affrighted Gamesters both amazed stand Fain would they finde Evasions but he brings Clear Evidence 'gainst Murther black of Kings For proof he calls the best and worst of men First Saints in Bliss damn'd Powder-Traytors then The former doom this Fact to lowest Hell The latter now in wo judge they did well If you compare these new Saints bloody Fact VVhich they before the Sun did boldly act VVith their bare plotted Treason nipt i' th' bud VVhile these all o'er are dipt in sacred Blood Shall our Intentions reap untimely death By shame more bitter made and these draw breath Till Fate surprize them with a silent stroak Shall we poor wretches be with sulph'rous smoak Tormented ever and shall these finde bliss Shall horrid Facts meet Joys which Plots did miss 'T is strange if true Heavens Justice it forbids Thus spake these damned Souls when strait amids Fear and Despair proud Noll 'gins gaspe for breath To yeild his loath'd soul to a cursed death In blustering storms the hellish Fiend attends VVhile he in prayer some few minutes spends Pardon he begs not lying in despair Some respite to obtain is all his care Nor having hope in God to Pluto he Doth thus Address himself Oh pity me Great Lord of the infernal Commonwealth Or else I am undone who in my health Took care for nothing but my Sons to fix I' th' seat of Soveraignty Oh cursed tricks By which I did this project bring about Thus far my stinking snuff if you put out Before I can accomplish this intent Loss must to you redound for I have sent I boldly can affirm more to your Court Then twenty lawful Kings you know my sport Great Lucifer in blood was my delight Unbowel'd carcasses much pleas'd my sight VVhose Bodies scap'd me I destroy'd their Souls So much as in me lay the Muster-Rolls Of my Trepanners Spies and Instruments This Art insnares my Foes my fall prevents VVhat did I say Prevents Oh no I lie I am beyond help fal'n if now I die Have pity gentle Pluto I you pray Release I beg not onely longer day And 't is but four dayes respite which I crave Mean while my Bond most willingly you have Take him and use him as my self you 'd use And four days hence to come I 'll not refuse Satan proves good to 's servant and accepts This at the present nor himself expects Until the day prefixt Now all his care Is to seat Richard in his vacant Chair But had you seen how Dennis lay amaz'd And on him Pluto how he staring gaz'd VVith pity it had made you laugh to see A strong-confiding Saint thus couzen'd be VVith strecht-out arms aloft he strives to go But Pluto soon another way doth show This is our present path fear not 't is broad Noll's Privy Council all may ride this road Abrest with all the Judges of the King And the whole train which they with them shall bring No fear of crowding therefore courage man You 'll have a jolly Crew and now and than Some of your fellow-Rebells you will see Come dropping in till none remaining be Discoursing thus they did approach that Lake At sight whereof Dennis began to quake Yet did so strong of Modern Saintship smell That he was taken for a Saint in Hell In cloyster'd Cells he hears some roar and swear And zealously entreats them to forbear One hearing him reprove with such a grace Cries Cursed Caytiff well I know thy face VVho stand'st condemned there for Perjury Schisme Sedition and base Treachery Thou who a Rebell labourd'st to advance Unto his SOVERAIGN's Seat how comes this chance That thou Arch-Traytor dar'st for Oaths here sworn Reprove anon thou 'st curse thou wretch forlorn Beelzebub hears this chat and in he comes Enquires his guest and shews him choice of rooms 'T is plaguy hot quoth Bond Oh hold I die Fear not saith Beelzebub you 'll only frie This room 's for Saint-like Rebells chiefly those VVhen Kings are murdered who their Crowns dispose Come stir the fire some idle fiend he cries I 've too much heat already Bond replies The flame increasing Dennis curst and swore VVho Saint-like could not brook an Oath before He yell'd and shriek'd and vow'd in bitter pain To come in Bond for never a Rogue again SIMEON and LEVI'S Bond of Fraternitie OR AN ESSAY Upon The Scotch COVENANT PRodigious noise far more prodigious sight