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A31555
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Sylla's ghost a satyr against ambition and the last horrid plot.
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C. C.
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1683
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Wing C300aA; ESTC R5627
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Son Next him in order rash Cethegus came One that by Blood and Wounds hath got a Name An upstart Bully whose chief Talent lyes In Swearing Duels nauseous Whores and Dice Down with 'em to the Ground the Hot-spur bawls Not all Jove's thunder shall prevent their falls Lop every Branch of the Caesarean Line To prove Succession's not of Right Divine What my Strong Arm ' ere now has done you know For want of work 't will dull and useless grow ' S'death I 'll murder all the Senate at a blow The talking Consul shall in Flames expire And his own Palace prove his funeral pyre Mistaken Hector stop thy rash career Princes and States are Heavens peculiar Care The Gods protecting them protected are Think what in Scotland thou before wa'st known Then a Moss-Trooper now a Vagabond Think on thy former Murders think tho Fate Defers a while yet 't will not always wait Traytors at last to their own Grief will find The Gods are never deaf nor like Tiresias blind Next the Scotch Augur enters who but he The Chaplain to the precious Villany That motly Popish-puritan who swears 'T is meritorious what the Party dares All the past precedents that are now in Hell Cannot this Priestly Villain parallel What Bigots are those silly Fools he cryes That a religious Monarch Idolize When Princes by their Subjects Fury fall Th' old Romish Gentleman shall pay for all That Prince that doth his Subjects Rights annoy 'T is fit his Subjects should that Prince destroy It is not for Religion that he dyes But for his Subjects Rights and Liberties 'T is such a deed't would make the whole World shake And Foreign Princes more indulgent make And other Subjects our Example take 'T is great and glorious and would raise our Names Higher than his that fir'd Diana's Fane And he that this transcendent deed shall do To his great Name a lasting Statue's due Higher than th Monument and deserves to be Enroll'd amongst the Liberatores Patriae These things thus ransack't in the dire Cabal Some neighbring Forces to their Aid they call The Scotch Allobroges were soon betray'd And Horse and Armour promis'd to their Aid A People envious of the Roman Fame And bore a mortal hatred to their Name Unnat'ral Monsters who to break their Chain Would still rebell tho knew 't was but in vain Thus when they 'd every where Sedition sown And the rank Venom to that height was grown Though with the greatest care the impious Crew Conceal'd the Villany they thought to do Though Plots on Plots and new Designs were laid Yet still they were discover'd still betray'd When at the last Impatient of Delay The Purging Poyson found its Sought-for-way Then like obscene and dismal Birds of Prey Dreading the piercing Power of Phaebus ray To bogs and Glomy Regions took their flight And Skul'kt in the obscurer shades of Night Soon as the horrid Stratagem took Air And reach'd the injur'd God-like Caesar's Ear The pious Prince with sacred anger fir'd Like some great Prophet from above inspir'd Unhappy men said he that know no odds Between my Peaceful reign and Cromwels Iron-rods What makes 'em thus in love with misery And free-born-men to Plot for slavery Has time yet the remembrance worn away Of that deplorable unhappy day When at the stake three helpless Kingdoms lay When all the Isle by threatning storms was tost When That a King and I a Father lost What loss what ruine did we then sustain And must the same be Acted o're again Have we not felt great Heav'ns avenging hand But lately stretch'd to vex our factious Land What raging Pestilence has there lately been When Thousands gasping in one Street were seen Yet all too little to attone the Sin That done succeeded Next th' all-Conquering fire And Earth as well as Heaven did Conspire To purge the Nation and avenge the Blood Of a slain Monarch one so great so good Must wretched Albion then for ever be The only stage of Blood and Cruelty No more let Mercy and indulgent Grace Possess the wrong'd Astraeas awful Place No more shall it be said the tottering Cause Shall go unpunish't by th' impartial Laws But let unbiass'd Sentence still be given 'T will wash the Guilt and grateful be to Heaven But why ye mighty Powers should Caesar prove So much unhappy in his Subjects Love 'T was never known that Heav'n afflictions sent Upon a Prince that 's wholly Innocent Why should Sedition with so black a dye Strike at such sacred marks as Majesty Are these the tender-Concienc'd-men who dare Attempt what others do with horror hear That would to Moloch sacrifice the Nation Under the specious mask of Reformation Grant Heaven their fury may no further run They 've kill'd the Father and would fain the Son Let their Seditious Rage be at an end And smiling Peace once more the Throne ascend No more let Impious Faction rule the Day Nor point to Anarchy th' unhappy Way Let all Rebellion Discord Vice and Rage That have in Patriots forms debauch't our Age Vanish with all the Ministers of Hell And meet the Fate of base Achitophel No more let Civil Wars torment our Isle But all things with an Halcyon quiet smile And Caesar blest with more than Nestor's Years Caesar the Theam of all our Pray'rs and Tears With Choicest blessings Heaven crown his Reign And grant once more our Golden Age again In him let every Subject happy prove And he be happy in each Subjects Love FINIS