abus'd The Robe was summon'd M d in the Head In Legal Murder none so deeply read I brought him to the Bar where once he stood Stain'd with the yet Un-expiated Blood Of the Brave Strafford when 3 Kingdoms rung With his accumilative Hackney Tongue Prisoners and Witnesses were waiting by These had been taught to Swear those to Dye And to expect their Arbitrary Fates Some for Ill Faces some for Good Estates To fright the People and alarm the Town Burnet Oates imploy'd the Reverend Gown But while the Triple Mitre bore the Blame The Kings Three Crowns were all their aim I seem'd and did but seem to fear the Guards And took for mine the Bethels and the Wards Anti-monarchick Hereticks of State Immoral Athiests Rich and Reprobate But above all I got a little Guide Who every Foard of Villany had Try'd None knew so well the old pernicious way To Ruine Subjects and make Kings Obey And my small Jehu at a furious rate Was driving Eighty back to Forty Eight This the King knew and was resolv'd to bear But I mistook his Patience for his Care All that this Happy Island could afford Was Sacrific'd-to my Voluptuous Board In his whole Paradice One onely Tree He had excepted by a strict Decree A Sacred Tree which Royal Fruit did bear Yet It in pieces I Conspir'd Tear Beware my Child Divinity is there This so out did all I had done before I could attempt and He endure no more My un-prepar'd and un-repenting Breath Was snatcht away by the swift Hand of Death And I with all my Sins about me hurl'd To th' utter Darkness of the lower World A dreadful place where you too soon shall see If You believe Seducers more than Me. The Parliament Dissolv'd at OXFORD March the 28th 1681. UNder 500 Kings Three Kindoms grone Go Finch Dissolve them Charles is in the Throne And by the Grace of God will Reign alone What would the Commons have the Royal Line Heaven does dispose of 't is not Theirs nor Mine But His by whom Kings Rule and are Divine I represent the King of Kings who gave The Crown the Sword the Scepter what I have I am Gods Servant not the Peoples Slave Their Frantick Votes Mad Resolves I hate I know a better way to heal a State Than to Sin rashly and Repent too late Bid them be gone F. they are damn'd uncivil To oblige Me to follow them to th' Devil To save Three Kingdoms I will not do Evil. The Presbyterian's sick of too much Freedom Are ripe for Beth'lem it 's high time to bleed 'em The 2d Charles does neither fear nor need ' em I 'll have the World know that I can Dissipate Those Impolitick Mushrooms of our State 'T is easier to Dissolve than to Create They shan't Cramp Justice with their feigned flaws For since I govern only by the Laws Why they should be exempt I see no cause To the Laws they must submit 't is in vain E're to attempt to shake off those again For where Charles commands there must Justice Reign When the Peoples Father does espouse the Law All those who Subjects from their Duty draw Do Viper-like through Parents Bosom gnaw When they attend Me next F. bid them bring Calmer thoughts bid them propose Legal Things Such as may both become Themselves Kings This will the Joys of our little World Compleat And all attempts of Foreign Foes Defeat Making the People Happy Monarch Great The RECOVERY YEt once more Peace turns back her head to smile And take some pity on our stubborn Isle She and her Sister Truth now Hand in Hand Return to visit our forsaken Land I see I see O Albion Bless the Sight Truth long Eclips'd lift up her Sacred Light And chase away the obscene Birds of Night Th' ill boding Screech-Owl we so long did fear Hov'ring above us in our thick'ned Air Whose fatal note was never heard but Death Follow'd th' Infernal Evidencing Breath Hail lovely Truth Oh! spread thy Rays Divine And bid thy dawning Beams more fully Shine Already thy Glad Influence we find And all now see but they who will be blind They see whilst thou hold'st up thy Guiding light The dangerous errour of their Former Night A Night which all our Heaven did invade By the dire skill of State Magicians made In a dark Cell the Wayward Brothers met I' th' midst a Chair there was for Satan set Which in his Absâ—â—ce A little wither'd Conjurer supply'd And all his Imps drank Venom from his side His word was then He out his Tap did pluck Come my young Pugs of Treason come and suck This Hellish Rite perform'd to work they go To raise up Darkness from the shades below Thick Mists of Popular Fears and Jealousies Did at their Necromantick Call arise And in Black Clouds hid the British Skies Here first their unskill'd Spirits the visions play'd And learnt their Visions to the Hatfield Maid Here first were rais'd the wond'ring world to The Armies Harris muster'd in the Air. But now the Charm's dissolv'd England's free scar From the Enchantment does its madness see See its vain fears of that expected day No Royal Blood stain'd the Fifteenth of May Prevailing Truth has open'd Britains Eyes And Folly seen begins to make her wise O let us then Unite make Faction cease Nor think Confusion is the way to Peace That Schism must the Churches Fall prevent Or breaking Law secure the Government Let Traytors to expected Tryal come And from the mouth of Justice receive their doom 'T is so the Traytor comes now now maintain Justice thy Seat nor bear the Sword in vain Tho Hackney Speakers wou'd o're Law prevail And Conquer Thee by telling a false Tale Though Factious or Guilty Lords appear To blunt that Sword whose edge they justly fear Tho Garter Blue and Star the Court should awe But Oh! that Star does now its Beams withdraw Nor at the Tryal will its Light dispence To cherish Treason with its Influence VVhat then are they who from thy hand would snatch The blackest Traytor Hell did ever hatch When they but once that Horrid Paper see Which does almost exceed in Villany Satan or his Vicegerent Shaftsbury Who in this Cause so much had never done But that he knew the ugly Brat his own Yet all in vain strives Councellour and Lord Revenging Goddess speak the fatal Word Nor let Confession turn aside thy Blow But once strike Rogues that own that they are so Had this been early done t 'had sav'd the Guilt Of so much Blood so prodigally spilt While certain Villany did hurry hence To unjust Death suspected Innocence But Justice now in this Triumphant Scene Thy Shame does end and Triumph does begin All this to thy Defender Charles is due Who now with Thee His Glory does renew Already with fresh Beams the Crown does shine Power Sacred grows and Majesty Divine His Majesty's Scepter 's in His Hand held fast Nor like a Reed
King and Council quite asunder And will redress the Griefs you labour under If once I can but to the Throne attain I 'le grant New Charters and the Old maintain At which the Rout with hollows fill'd the Skies And cry'd We 'll venture all for Liberties VVhen suddenly the Rout did disappear And all the Coast was in an instant clear Then I began to think which was the worse Fanatick Blessing or a Popish Curse I put them in two Scales to try their weight And found the Ballance equi-ponderate But holding them a while I quickly found As this was hoisted up that kiss'd the ground Then suddenly I found the meaning out This ruins quickly but that round about Then to my mind my thoughts began to sing Go haste and what thou 'st heard inform the King I durst not go but presently I wrote And seal'd it up and sent the King this Note To the KING DRead Sir if you will Rule this Land in peace Expel your Foes and Friends will soon increase Your Ruine does Sir too too plain appear Rome leads the Van Geneva brings the Rear If you 'l be safe you must expel them both The Roman Gnat and the Dissenting Moth And vigorously let them understand You are their King and will like King command And if you e're expect to gain your Ends As well as open Foes take heed of Friends I mean a flatt'ring Friend whose only shew Makes him a Friend but really is not so Learn by your Father not to trust to those That in the end will prove confiding Foes Consider on 't you 're in a woful straight Think but on Forty one and Forty eight I only speak this for a Precedent For Heav'n I hope will all such things prevent You 're now the Darling of all Loyal hearts And may be still if you will take their parts But if you bear with Faction or with Rome And do delay to give them both their doom All Loyal men must suffer by those two And be in spight of â—ate undone with You. You must be sure to ruine both or none If one remain you 're sure to be undone For if you ruine Rome on equal scores To shut the Window but leave ope the Doors Vnless you ruine the Fanaticks too For know one Nation can't hold Them and You. Those men I fear against your Life combine That strive to cross you in your good design And those men sure would yield to put you down That tell the People You are not their own Pardon me Sir if I your quiet break For Poets dare at all Adventures speak The Deliquium or the Grievance of the Nation discovered in a Dream FRom evenings Coffee lac'd with long Argument Of the Kings Power and Rights of Parliament And hot brain'd Company who make it their Vocation Waving their own to mind th' Affairs o' th' Nation Whose noddles for these many months have been Hatchers of Grievances unfelt unseen Ill-manner'd Fools whose ignorance is Hate They understand not therefore blame the State Their real grievance is their want of sense Beasts in all things but in Obedience Cloy'd with their noisy Cant in equal plight Of laughter scorn and grief I bid good night Troubl'd to think of Englands Grand Disease Groaning with th' burthen of such Sots as these To bed I went where restless long I lay Despair'd of sleep and waiting for the day Lord said I must our Monarch ne're have rest The more indulgent th' more he is opprest With Fools that know not think not what they want Their desire Granted they 'l soon cure the Grant Yet the King 's still in fault methinks I see Tears flowing down the Cheeks of Majesty If I am troubled how much more is He Who bears the burthen of their Calumny Thus lay I 'long my Soul quite spent with Sighs When sleep insensibly stole o're my Eyes From lump of Flesh unchain'd methought my Soul Through dark unwholsom Foggy Mists did rowl Horrour increasing still methought I came To the dire Mansions of Eternal Flame The Gates of Brass transparent were and thence Flew Azure flames with smoak of nauseous stench With a confused noise of Howls and Groans Such as would melt if any thing can the Stones The horrour quell'd my Spirit that I stood 'M z'd and insensible as Stone or Wood Till by a Friend reviv'd cheer thee quoth he This place as yet is not design'd for Thee He led me through the Gates where lo a place Larger than all this lower Worlds vast space The torments gave some light else dark as night A pale bituminous discoulor'd Light Millions of wretched Souls my Fancy view'd VVeltring in flames with Pitch and Brimstone strew'd Just at the Gate th' Infernal Senate sate For know that Hell 's no Kindom but a State A Democratick State for it affords As I was told no King nor House of Lords Tho' Lucifer's a kind of Prince he sate But Chair-man or rather Speaker to the State A Troop of Ghastly Fiends surround his chair All which of a Select Committee were VVho having plaid their Devils part so well Had been Elected Burgesses of Hell Two who were lately to Vtopia sent Stood now for Members of the Parliament O Yes was strait proclaim'd appear appear You that are Candidates Mighty Lucifer Assures his Vote for him who merits best For his Utopia Service All the rest To Lucifer with formal Bows submit They would consent to what His Grace thought fit Python appear'd Great Sir said he since I VVent with this Honourable House's Embassy T' Vtopia I ha' brought that Realm to be An 't please Your Grace in all Conformity To your desire But first I must confess Letters of Credence from his Holiness Your Grace's Correspondent I procur'd To some Lords there whom I before Insur'd By my Ignatian Friends O! they 're a Crew Of the most hearty diligent and true Zealous unwearied Boys to propogate VVhat may conduce to th' good of this our State Had they but cunning equal to their will This place with humane Souls they 'd quickly fill You 'l need no other Fiends These did my work And privily about the Realm did lurk Some ign'rant Bigots they engag'd and some Only with th' pleasing pride of Martyrdom Some by Ambition's Bait were finely caught All things at once boldly to venture at But I confess though all my Art I try'd To bring the Great Almanzor to our side I fail'd but then I got it buz'd that He Would soon make one in the Conspiracy This tickl'd and engag'd them in that Plot VVhich by th' Vtopians ne'r will be forgot In short This Honourable House knows well How I 've deserv'd a Burgess-ship in Hell If not we 've some Jesuits here can tell Then through the House a murmuring Applause Shew'd that they all inclin'd to Python's Cause VVhen Syphax th' other Candidate appear'd Great Sir said he I hope my Cause when heard VVill gain your suffrage Mighty Sir you know M'Opponents method was
Undertook Till K. was kill'd and th'Son the Land forsook And then the Scepter fell in Traitours Hands And I was ready to assist Commands Then I was made a Minister of State And found a way the Church to Extirpate Then I helpt Noll to set up Presbyters And pull'd the Bishops Surplice o're their ears And made the Clergy look like Privateers As they went down Tub-Preachers they did rise Preach'd Order Altar down and Sacrifice I made him know through States great Policy Those were the men to maintain Tirany Noll being safe by what I had done for him Suspected me ' cause I Betray'd my King Then to our Tribe he openly Proclaims He 'd never Trust a man that had three Names He Smoak'd my Soul from its Minority Still to be Opposite to all Authority Then I was forc'd new Measures for to take With the Kings Friends some small Contracts did make I Beg'd they wou'd with Patience be contented For the Kings Return a means was just invented But this was done when I could not prevent it I put my self i' th Front o' th Sufferers Tho' like to them I had neither Wounds not Scars When he arriv'd with glorious Acclamations And fill'd with Joys the Longing Expectations All Loyal Hearted Souls of these three Nations And every heart that had been Musket Proof For K. and Country under Fortunes Roof Had Broke the Fatal Spells of Slaveries With Joys did meet the King upon their Knees I like a Spaniel-whelp did lurk a Loof And Squint quite through the Opticks of my Hoof. Expecting when the K. on me would Call And cry my Merits up above them All. But when I found He did mind me no more Just to His Feet I Crept upon all Four Then Clutch'd his Royal Hand between my Paws As if I 'd never been for Good Old Cause Then His Clemency remitted what was past With Place and Title he my Honour Grac'd Which I improv'd till I was grown so High That I again did envy Monarchy Which being smelt by York I was Degraded And out of all my Dignities Defeated And ever since my Brain has been a working For Sweet Revenge my Soul hath still been lurking To several Attempts I did aspire E're I could pitch on one that would take Fire Till I had got this Fatal-Plot well grounded With Seconds and with sham-plots to surround it Which serves as Paint upon an old Bawds Face To fill up Furrows and to give a Grace As Painters always Imperfection Blaze And here we 'l make Friendly Fair Conclusion I prithee Doctor give me Absolution D. Nay hold a while your Crimes but now begin Sir These were but Virtues to your latter Sins Sir You must rub up your Brains and Face about We have the Plot-Mystick yet to Hammer out B. G Dam your Reverence let that go by You are as deep i' th dirt in that as I D. Pox rot your Honour that 's a Plaguy Lie You have confest you were the Engeneer That draw'd the Lines which way the Plot would Bear That who shou'd keep the Front and who the Rear B. And had not your Impudence still over acted Our Purpose long ere this had been Perfected D. 'Zounds 't was for that that I by you was chosen ' Cause I could Out-face all the Truth in Heaven B. But not to Snap the Council up like Peasants And call them Rascals in the Royal Presence Nor yet to call the Life-Guards Popish Traitors As if we were their Makers and Creators Nor to throw an Odium on them at their Inns. When you saw our party totter like Nine-pinns Too late to make the world esteem us Kings Nor to call Inn-keepers Rogues for entertaining The King's Life-Guards those things â—ivulg'd our meaning Nor to call your self the Saviour of the Nation As if there had been Oats from the Creation D. 'S death Have you not acted worse than this You vex me so I scarce have time to Pâ—sâ— You have these seven years made it your study To draw disgussed Parties to a Body You held Communion with Tub-Preachers juggling And draw'd their Brethren altogether smuggling Their holy Siscers with whom they Ingender And bring forth Brood that 's light with th' same Tinder Who are bred up in â—ears and Jealousies Wherewith you daily blind their pur-blind eyes And thus you draw the hearts of silly Subjects From their own Sovereign to be odious Objects For this Impression in their Infancy Deprives them of the sence of Loyalty Thus you seduce the Land for future Ages To be a Den of Bruits for wild out-rages Worse than wild Beasts who still own some Supreme Both Infidels and Indians do the same B. Had you this Doctrine from Salamanka Where you ne're were I know well Sir I thank ye You need not instance these most biting twinges Since our Designs are all slung off the hinges You 're ten times worse were your faults sum'd together Tho' thou pretend'st to be my Ghostly Father For thou art neither Prot ' Byter nor Papist Best thou canst boast of is Inhumane Atheist D. You cross old Cur resolve me these few Questions And I 'le importune you for no more Confessions Who was the cause of Scotlands late Rebellions Who promis'd to assist their Force with Millions Who was 't draw'd Perkin from his Royal Father To be cajoll'd into the Peoples Favour Who was 't contriv'd the drawing of Petitions To gull the Nation into blind Seditions Who was 't contriv'd Cabballing in the City And to school Evidence chose a Committee Who first contriv'd to Peach both Peers and Judges And make them scape before the Bar like drudges All those in eminent Places and great Favour Yet never could be brought in guilty neither Who told the Commons that ' gainst every Trial They must seclude all Members that were Loyal That none might ever pass for due Elected Unless approv'd on by the disaffected Who was it first that cursed Maxim mov'd That every Act for Money be 〈◊〉 Unless Prerogative were squeez'd â—â— shov'd Who was 't contriv'd to have the Guâ—â—ds indicted When we our selves the Citâ—-Guards united Who was it cry'd No Money for the King Till Kingly Powers into â—our hands we bring Who was it cry'd The King must not be trusted With his own Life while we are thus disgusted And that the People they were still in danger Of Native Papists and of Popish Stranger Till th' Militia Cinque-ports Navy and the rest Were all expos'd unto our Care and Trust Who was 't that writ the Address for Shire As if all had been Subscribers that were there A voting for the Members and had lear'd on 't Tho' ten in all the Number never heard on 't Who was it first invented the Black Box And the Black Bills which were to give such knocks Who was made privy unto Godfrey's Death For which three men already lost their breath Who was 't converted Law into a Cloak To shelter Knaves and Innocents to Choak Who was 't that
short a stay Ungrateful Countrey Barbarous Holland Shoar Cou'd the Battavian Climate do no more Her Shaftsbury's dear Life no longer save What a Republick Air and yet so quick a Oh! all ye scatter'd Sons of Titan weep This dismal day with solemn Mournings keep Like Isral's Molten-Calf your Medals burn And into Tears your Great Letemur turn Oh! wail in Dust to think how Fates dire frown Has thrown your dear Herculean Column down Oh Charon waft thy Load of Honour o'er And land Him safely on the Stygian Shoar At His Approach Fames loudest Trumpet call Cromwel Cook Ireton Bradshaw Hewson all From all the Courts below each well pleas'd All the Republick Legions numerous Host Swarm thick to see your Mighty Heroe land Crowd up the Shoar and blacken all the Strand And what'ere Chance on Earth or Pow'rs accurst Broke all your Bonds your Holy Leagues all burst This Union of the Saints no Storm shall sever This Last ASSOCIATION holds for ever Dagon's Fall Or Sir William Waller turn'd out of Commission GOod GOD what means this sudden Alteration The Fop that has so long disturb'd the Nation By 's Pride and Pomp and Pow'r is now Turn'd out And hardly pity'd by the silly Rout. He was as stout and lofty as old Hector Usurp'd the Power of our damn'd Protector As Fierce and Cruel as a Tyger's whelp He wanted neither strength nor art nor help To do and undo he was grown so great That the Creation was amaz'd to see 't He had his Coach and Horses Footmen too And into th' City rode to make a shew But little thought when drawn by Whitaker His fatal downfal it had been so near To put a Sword into a Madmans hand It may make Bloody Work within the Land Papists and Protestants were all alike Both sent to lodge with Church and thin-jaw'd Dyke No Day scarce pass'd without some mischief done Into all Companies the Fool did run The Goaler sure gave him a snack of Fees For Prisoners flock'd even like a Swarm of Bees Here Ten were sent him for a Popish Plot There Two more to please a Buggering Sot Then a New Plot is feign'd and more secur'd ' Uds flesh my Friends this cannot be endur'd Printers Apprentices and many more In all I do believe near twice two score They all are Plotters yet by Jove not one Can tell you what was said or what was done The Gate-house is become a Babel now Confusions came upon us none knew how But he that wrought the Mischief now is found 'T will puzzle any man to prove him sound He 's rotten at the Heart I 'll lay my Life No wonder he begot us all this Strife Well now the Cause is gone the effect will cease I hope we shall enjoy our former Peace This Leaven leaven'd the whole Lump And made us fear another sawcy Rump He study'd out new Plots and for what ends Only to please his Presbyterian Friends Ah but my Friend thou thy last Dice hast thrown For which the Presbyters begin to groan Thy buisie active Soul I do not jest Had lately sent it a Quietus est And that which doth thy Grief and Sorrow double Thou art not Rich for all thy needless trouble Soul take thine ease thou very well mai'st sing For thou hast got a Writ of ease from th' King Thou hast much Goods laid up for many years Say that and I will give thee both my Eâ—â—s Leave but the Factious out go through the City Thou wilt not find a Man enclin'd to pity Hang him cries one he was a buisie Knave He shew'd no Mercy nor he none shall have Mischief was all his aim and his design When he brought Hickey to a glass of Wine The mischief which so eagerly he sought For others he himself too dearly bought But I am almost weary of my Rhimes For I consider these are Trayterous Times Had but this buisie Fool his late Commission This wou'd have cost me a devout Submission I had been surely sent to Goal for Treason As Thompson was and had a greater Reason But God be thanked curst-Cows have short Horns He must and shall endure our Flouts and Scorns We may go boldly on and fear no fall No painted Staff will answer at his Call Now he is down down with him now 's the Season For if he rise he 'l Goal us all for TREASON A Dialogue betwixt the Devil and the Ignoramus Salamanca Doctor Devil Bâ—hold from the Infernal Lake I 'm come To fright thy Soul to it's Eternal Doom To tell thee Villain that thy Reign 's expir'd And now be sure thou shalt no longer hir'd â—e by Me no nor any of the Damn'd To drench in Innocent Blood this mournful Land Hence then begone and do no more pursue Villanies Hell could ne'er act but by you Now Heaven stops my Power and I thy Hand And now I tell thee Doctor Thou art damn'd Doctor O Spectre spare a while my dreadful Doom Go back and tell the Damn'd I come I come Only let me compleat the Ills I 've begun Then Heaven farewel and unto You I come Devil The Blood o' th' Innocent aloud does cry Revenge Revenge on cursed Doctor Ti No more o' th' Innocent shall bleed nor die Doctor Well the time 's come the fatal day 's at hand That I for ever ever must be damn'd O curs'd Revenge what Mischiefs have I done Abjur'd the Father and blasphem'd the Son The Sacred Spirit of Truth at once have I Banish'd and that my vengeance I might buy I 've caus'd the best of Innocents to dye See where their Ghosts appear in Purple ray'd afresh Victims by Perjury alone betray'd See how they shake their Heads and bleed Their wounds gape wide in their new murder'd flesh And these most frightful Visions come cause I Th' bloody Villanous Murderer stand by 'T is true that I the cruel Murderer am And thousands more by Perjury to trepan I solemnly did vow and often swear And none t' escape from the Peasant to the Peer Nay Sacred Prelates Princes Queens and Kings Should have made up my Bloody Offerings Ten Thousand more of Innocents had dy'd ' Cause I King Queen and Duke had Sacrific'd Cities and Towns I 'd Fir'd if not withstood And quench'd the flames with Innocent Blood Let me but live in this world three years more This Island then shall swim in Christian gore I 'le subvert Governments and murder Kings Sow discord among Friends I 'le do such things Shall make the World believe there is not that Villanous thing I have not power to act I 'le make the World believe let me but stay That Light is Darkness and that Night is Day That I the Saviour of the Nation am And that CHRIST was of no avail to Man Then I the Sacred Gospels will destroy Swear they 'r but fictious Stories and a Lye Perswade them that the Bible's but a Farce No more to be esteem'd than is my A So I 'le improve the
the Best of KINGS These things I did observe and many more But Tyr'd with the Relation I 'll give o'er True Loyalty in its Colours Or a Survey of the Laudable Address of the young Men and Apprentices of the City of London to His MAJESTY NO Name because you can't write well a Fist Is a Good Hand that can write Loyalist Go on Brave Youths and let your Paper show What Love what Service to your King you ow. How well Now London must be Judge of Thee When in thy Sons we find such Loyalty What Though the Jesuits a brooding lye To hatch for us a Mortal Enemy Loyal Addresses shall like thunder kill The Poison-gathering Viper in the Shell And quickly make the Factious Gang leave off To Lace their Coffee with Seditious Stuff The Roul contains most Trades who Swear they 'l be One Man t' oppose their Princes Enemy Th' Ingenuous Pothecary makes up a Pill And Swears it knows both how to Salve and Kill The Keen edg'd Barber with his Razor votes Instead of Cutting Beards to Cut their Throats The Shooe-Maker protests he 'd rather choose To wind Cord for their Necks than for their Shooes The Cobler too wou'd meddle with the Fools And wou'd instead of Soles Translate their Souls The Nimble Taylor swears each Finger itches To cut their Coats more than to sow their Breeches The brisk Vpholsterer swears by his Feather Their Souls and Bodies he will Quilt together The Damming Vintner Vows next time to bring Confounded wine to them that hate his King The Greasy Butcher Swears by 's Oxe's Head That at one Blow he 'll strike Sedition Dead Then Cut it open Quarter it and Treat The Devil with a Dainty Dish of Meat The Cockt-up Haberdasher briskly debates For Brushing of their Coats instead of Hats The Artificial Surgeon fain would Box 'em And send them all to Hell with a Pox to ' em The Cook cries cram 'em in my Pot 's Belly And I will stew their Rump-Beef to a Jelly A Carpenter comes in with a few Cringes And fain wou'd have 'em Hang'd upon new Hinges Then a Hot Bell-Founder cryes out of Spite They dead my Trade let them be hang'd outright But the slye Broaker Vows he dos not dare Venter his Coyn on such deceitful Ware Next unto him comes the ruff Brick-layer And he 's for Building up the Common Prayer The Loyal Coach-man this Sentence Broaches I am for making Plotters draw my Coaches The Brazier is for Burning them to see What Mettle afterwards they 'l prove to be The Strong-Water-Man would be at Stilling Of their ill Humours not at Killing Then comes the Lawyer hatching of some Evil And fain would bring him into Bond with th' Devil But says the Attorney Let 'em make uds luds An Execution t' me of Body and Goods The Rare-loyal Weaver makes a pother To have 'em Kickt from th' one side to the other The Gold-smith likes 'em best for well he knows Such Mettle both for Gold and Silver goes They 'l take what stamp we please they are such Witches A Caesar's Head as well as Oliver's Breeches Last comes a Printer and sayes Let me Dye If I don't brand 'em to Eternity I will transfer to future Age their Plot And what Reward their cunning Coleman got I will Transprint King Charles his Death and bid The Children Weep for what their Fathers did Papists and Factious both shall go to Pot While the True Loyally Draws a better Lot Loyalty Triumphant Or a Poem on the Numerous Loyal Addresses to His MAJESTY ROuse up my Muse For how in such a Cause Canst thou be Lazy or admit a Pause Why do not Words flow faster then thy Ink Or forward Verse scarce give the leave to think Thy Pen in such a Cause should Pregnant be To Write thy Fellow-Subjects Loyalty Subjects that dare in spight of Faction show How much they to the best of Princes owe That dare in spight of all the Politick Crew Who would the People and their KING subdue Be truly Loyal Honest Just and Good Four things the Others never understood Or if they ever did have long forgot Since first Sedition in their Hearts took Root Their Leaders Soul as well as Eyes do squint And could we search the Heart the Devil 's in 't He seems in shew as Loyal as the best But a full Fury Lodges in his Breast Ambition that Curst Fiend that fain would Tread Once more upon his Royal Masters Head Nor are his Followers behind in Zeal T' advance the Good Old Cause and Common-weal Reading the Votes of Parliament I found The KING with honest Men encoâ—â—ast round Who for the Publick Good did Wisely Vote That He for Tangier should not have a Groat At His own Charge He must the War maintain Or Tangier might be Lost for He in vain Assistance sought from them unless He 'ed give In Pawn for it His own Prerogative And against Nature's Laws cease to Defend An only Brother and a faithful Friend He must Exclude Him from the English Crown That when Great York they once had tumbled down They might set up an Idol of their own Whom if they cannot manage to their wills And make him Authorise unheard of Ills They 'l without scruple hurle them head-long down And tearing from his Brows the totter'd Crown Each will be King and set it on his own Amongst five Hundred Men some few there were That durst for Loyalty and Truth declare That durst the King's Prerogative Maintain ' Gainst Mighty Matchivel and all his Train But once discover'd they like common Foes Or Spies upon the Actions of the House Are first made Kneel before the Bar and then Our Loyalists such Principles despise Are still contriving how their King may rise How they may make Him Powerful and Great And in full Splendour keep his Royal Seat Still acting what their chearful words express Whilst each of them performs a whole Address Oh! may they still persist in doing well Till there be no Tongue left their Deeds to tell That they who did in This their King regard May in the other world meet their Reward The Club of Royalists COme Ganemede and fill each Glass with Wine Let each Muse Drink her share then fill up mine I with the Nine will Revel all this night Till Charles his Health bring back the Morning Light But hold a little Whither am I gone What need I run so far as Helicon Whilst Riding on each Beam the Sun doth bear As Loyal Drinkers as the Muses are For they I fear have caught th' infection too Since their own Sons bravely themselves undo For one who formerly stood Candidate For Wit and Sense with Men of highest Rate Apostatizes from his former Acts And from his own Cambyses Fame detracts No more in Verse his Mighty Talent shows But Libels Princes with Malitious Prose This Man in Cornhill if you chance to meet Or near the Middle of Threadneedle-street Know 't is to pay his Homage
to the Sun Or rather to the Hot-brain'd Phaeton Whom Ovid blames but he does more commend Advising straight the Chariot to Ascend What Though the world once more were set on Fire Shall his Young Heroe bawk his great Desire No let the Head-strong Youth his Steeds drive on Tread on his Fathers Counsels and his Throne I envy not those happy Men that Ride With him in 's Guilded Coach my humble Pride Desires no Courser but a Hoggs-heads Back Where mounted with a Bowl of Sparkling Sack With Russel Capel Cooper and the rest I 'le Drink Confusion to each Caballist Damn their Sun-Tavern Clubbs but hold my Rage Condemns the only Honest Men of th' Age The truest Patriots England ' ere did breed Who Viper-like on their own Mother feed Tear up their Bowels with a base pretence Of feigned Piety and Conscience Good Gentlemen how careful are they grown To suppress Papists and subvert the Throne They for Religion strive but wise men know From whence their greatest Discontents do flow Zeal for the Good Old Cause enflames their breast But the chief Fuell's Private Interest The Dissenter truly Described WHat shall a glorious Nation be o'rthrown By Troops of Sneaking Rascals of our own Must Civil and Ecclesiastick Laws Once Truckle more under the good Old Cause Shall these Ungrateful Varlets think to Live Only to Clip Royal Prerogative Shall all our Blood turn Whey whilst we do see Men both Affront and Stab the Monarchy I 'm all inflam'd with a Poetick Rage And will Chastise the Follies of the Age. Thoughts crowd so fast upon me I must write Till I 've display'd the Gaudy Hypocrite He 's one that scarcely can be call'd a Man And yet 's a Pious Holy Christian. He 's big with Saving Faith he says yet He Has not one spark of common Charity ' Gainst Reason he perpetually whines Because it Contradicts his Black Designs He dis-esteems dull Morals for a Saint My well-beloved Brethren must not want Soul-warming Thoughts so warm that they did dwell First in the Womb then at the Breasts of Hell He Flouts the Common Prayers yet the poor Fool Himself not Them does turn to Ridicule He hates a Form yet loves his dear Non-sense Nauseats his God with his Impertinence With Eyes turn'd up Mouth screw'd and Monky-Face He lowdly bawls to God for Saving Grace With Meen so base and scurvy as if even His Apish Postures only would please Heaven And then his Sniv'ling Tone to the most High He does conclude is Curious Melody If Things succeed not as his Humour wou'd He strait grows Angry and he Huffs his God And this as if God knew not what to do And that wou'd have been for thy Glory too Then Muffl'd in his Cloak Roger begins In 's Sermon to dawb forth Soul-killing-sins Murder and Theft and Pride and Gluttony c. Which in their Lives none more Applauds than He. Yet if you do survey the List with care You 'l quickly find Rebellion is hid there And when he 's prest to Duties for some Hours He ne'r puts in The Higher Powers At Surplice and Lawn-sleeves he takes offence Because they are the Types of Innocence For that he hates and with It men of Sense The Reverend Prelates he still vilifies ' Cause they detect his cursed Villanies Hang them they bark come let us pull them down For this same Mitre does support the Crown They 'r the King's truest Friends yet thought it good To drown his Kingdoms in a Sea of Blood They the King's Person would protect they said Yes yes forsooth by Cutting off his Head And this they did inspir'd by Zeal alone To fasten Christ in his Triumphant Throne As if Damn'd Lyes False Oaths and base Deceit Propt up his Throne and made him truly Great As if the Devil himself that acted them Did bring the Luster to His Diadem Nay they go on yet with the same Intents By moulding to their Minds New Parliaments Some of the Great they by their whimseys guide To like their Treason and to stem their Pride In other things like methods they pursue For even the Shrieves must be Fanaticks too The Judges too they 'd to their Party gain Did they want either Honesty or Brain And when their Wheedling Tricks do fail on these They poison soon some Countrey Justices Then had they once the dear Militia They 'd mount the Saddle and make Charles obey Thus first they 'd make Him but a very Straw And then at List controll and give Him Law In fine they are the Foes of Royal State Order is the great Object of their Hate Nor God nor Men these Furies seek to please They 'd bruise the Crown and tear our Surplices They'd Undermine the Churches Harmony And Ride a full Carier to Popery They all Mankind except Themselves Despise Chiefly the Great for being Good and Wise Some Subtile have and some have Giddy Souls Some Fools some Knaves and some are Knaves and Fools These Vermine would even the best things command And suck all the Sweetness of the Land The Loyal LETANY FRom a new model'd Jesuit in a Scotch Bonnet With a Mass under 's sleeve and a Covenant on it From Irish Sedition blown out of French Sonnet Libera nos Dom. From Conspiring at Joe's and Caballing at Mews From Sr. Gutts holy Tub of Uncircumcis'd Jews From Gibbet and Halter which will be their dues Lib. c. From a Parliament-man rak'd out of thâ— Embers From Knights that haunt Counters and Lunatick Members From Presbyt Januaries and Papists Novembers Lib. c. From hugging a Witch and consulting the Devil From Welch Reprimands which are something uncivil From the Touch of a Scot to cure the King's-evil Lib. c. From the mutinous Clamours of such as raise fears From those that wou'd set us together by the Ears Who still for the Shipwrack of Monarchy steers Lib. c. From Rebellion wrapt up in a Humble Petition From the Crafty Intrigues of a Suttle Politician From a Geneva Divine and a Staffords Physician Lib. c. From serving Great Charles as his Father before And Dis-inheriting of York without why or wherefore And from such as Absalom has been or more Lib. c. From Libelling the Government and Actions of Kings From Vindicating Sectaries in Illegal Things From Encouraging Faction which Rebell brings Lib. c. From Murmuring for sending the Parliament home From choosing Fanaticks to sit in their Room That the Actions of Forty may not be our doom Lib. c. From late Irish Massacres by Paptsts done From Seditious Cut-troats which thing is all one From murthering the Father and banishing the Son Lib. c From putting three Towns to the Sword in Cool Blood From robbing and spoiling the Land for its Good From Cloaking their Crimes by a Warrant from God Lib. c. From shrouding all Villanies under the Cause From making us happy by giving Sword Laws From Trampling o' th Mitre and Crown with Applause Lib.
true string had twang'd Thou then had'st surely been both damn'd and hang'd Bedlow Thou splay mouth'd â—iend I hold thy words in scorn Thou deserv'dst hanging long e're I was born Thou and thy Brother Baxter Spawns of Evil Who kept your correspondence with the Devil And spew'd your poyson over Three brave Nations And brought in Oates to all their Desolations The Devil taught you how to tutor Cooper And Belzebub himself his Over-looker One Paw upon the Tap holds in the Bung The other guides his tottering Head and Tongue And cryes My Tony thou shalt live to see England's Destruction and its Monarchy And my chief Engine Tony thou shalt be And of all the Plots and Sham-p thou art Father And all the Evidence thou 'st patcht together For which Indulgence I 'le inspire thee still And thus the Devil helps old Matchiavel Tonge Why Tony was the cause of my Damnation It was his malice that enflam'd the Nation 'T was He under pretence of doing good That squeez'd poor Innocents and broach'd their blood 'T was He that made his Grace a stalking Horse And hid himself behind his pocky Arse 'T was He that taught Tub-Preachers to seduce The People to choose Membes for their use Such as in the late Rebellion play'd their parts And now are downright Rumpers in their hearts To all the Olivarians that are living His damned Documents he is daily giving 'T is He that all the Rebels now controuls For fear they should repent and save their Souls Or rather that they may come boldly on By force of Arms to end what he begun Or else his head must fly for what is past And 's Tap must burst to shew his Soul is curst Bedlow For Godfrey's death 't was thou perswadedst me To come in Guilty that black Perjury Doth gnaw my Soul in these Infernal Flames That guiltless Blood cryes Vengeance through my veins And showrs upon me in perpetual streams I swore that of that murther I did know A Man that in my life I never saw Yet three mens Lives I took by perjur'd Law Tonge Tony and Godfrey's Brother that contriv'd To make the forged Plot the more believ'd The truth of which they never yet would tell Neither Oates nor us that're now in Hell If e'er that stifled Murther be unvail'd Old Tony's mouthing Gang will soon be quail'd And those Cabals which daily now devise As th' old one dyes to make new Plots to rise They 'l then disperse left they all be trepann'd And their wise heads forsake their souls that's damn'd Bedlow Thou now speak'st like a Subject when 't is too late Or one that knew not what they would be at 'T is their ambition to be thrown in Goals 'T would raise the Rout if Habeas Corpus fails Then Tony ' l grieve and prog about for â—oin T' encourage his possessed Herd of Swine Lurk in his hole to see ' em stand Tail to Tail But ne'er come out till he finds who 'l prevail Tonge When he was young he never durst to fight But in malicious mischief took delight For when the Nation flow'd with Blood before Tony was always thirsting after more How many thousand Pound this Plot has cost him To buy the bloods of those that never crost him When he has got poor Innocents condemn'd By his patch't Evidence how eagerly he 'l send To those that have most int'rest in the Rout He 'l hire them t'come to force the Prisoners out To see them sacrifis'd before his Snout Which they 'l soon do or else break down their hold For why are Toney's Cattle bought and sold While they are butchering old Tony flears For more such Bargains smells with both his ears Toney hir'd Arn for to cut 's own Throat Arn was cunning did but half the Joke Yet kept his Money and remain'd his Debter And promis'd him the Lives of some were better Tho Tony's sides have several Teer of holes He lusts after Bodies as the Devil after Souls For if e'er this Trade of Papist-hanging's ended He 'll bring in Presbyter and Independent Both Care and Curtis Smith and pillor'd Ben After the best he 'l hang the worst of men All that his Pate hath drawn in to support him He 'll hang them all if Fate do ever thwart him Both Lords and Evidence that 's now for him Nay perhaps his Grace who now he 's making K. Or those who all this prosecution commence He can hang them with the same Evidence Should he have liv'd till such a Change broke To save himself he would have hang'd us both He 's such a Knave and They such silly Elves When he has a mind he 'l make 'em hang themselves Bedlow Heart Blood and Wounds would he have hang'd up Bedlow Oh that my Lady Mother did but know That cursed Cannibal had I liv'd two years longer I 'de have hang'd him that rotten damn'd Whoremonger Let 's out of Hell the Porter we can bribe We 'll bring him Tony's Soul or some of that damn'd Tribe We 'll tell the King that Tony is the cause Of all this Plotting and subverting Laws That Tony is so treacherous and so apish That he 's the Head of all the plotting Papists For 't was his Plot and none but he contriv'd it And he 's the Rogue that ever since reviv'd it Each Prison round the Town he searches duly For Evidence to reeommend to Rowly But takes such pains to teach each t'others Chapter As a man to make a Spaniel Dog a Setter Which must impeach Bishop and Judges too And all that for the King withstand his Crew The Courtiers he corrupts till they 're discarded Then by his Tribe for him they must be guarded While he sits at the Helm to guide Sedition All legal Laws he counts meer Superstition He sits environ'd round with Brother-Vipers Who imitates his Nods like Scotch Bag-pipers Pendent and Biter and Mare-frigging Quaker Keep time Tony that brave Law Bear-baiter For he united them to stand together ' Gainst all that 's Lawful Loyal or whatever That 's direct opposition to the Crown To pull the Bishop and Monarchy down But he illustrates his grave Dispute By quaint Objections coyn'd against the Duke ' Gainst him his Bristles hath long time stood snarling Yet cannot spit his Poyson beyond Sterling Could he wrench out that Pillar of the State He thinks the rest would fall in 's hands by fate What a graceful Noll old Tony then would make Just like a Monkey he 'd become the Throne His Court Buffoons and Pugs of the same Spawn Then Tony would be sure that all 's his own Could he perswade the King to sell his Brother He 'd never break his Brains to find another To keep Sedition and support the State Tony himself would be Legitimate Le ts give the King this Caution for 't is true That he in time may do what 's best to do With that a thundring noise their Contract broke The Den was darkn'd with infernal Smoke
sake Then be not wanting in your Lies In Plots and Shams and Forgeries To blind the weak and gazing eyes With Fables But if you wou'd enjoy the Land Let the dark Roman joyn his Hand He Force and Councel can command In Caballs Which though it seem as strange as Nile 'T is Lawful to unite in Guile Our Intrest's ne're the worse that while But further For all their Principles are mine Their Tricks to guild a black Design Their Warrant 's to unite and joyn In Murther What if you were not born to Land Or to be Persons in Command 'T is ne'er the worse at second Hand But fashion Is it not base a Curse to see When we should live equally Such odds and such Majority's I' th' Nation And though we find no fault in State Or any other Potentate Yet those great Names will raise debate And wrath Sirs Since then 't will be so good a Feat Let 's once for all the Work compleat For nothing else can make us Great In troth Sirs My Opticks Friends almost can see A new form'd Lump of Anarchy Whilst under foot lies Monarchy And hated Methinks I see those very Men I hate and envy once agen From many thousands unto Ten Abated Ah! sweet Revenge and bold Ambition Infects both Us and half the Nation The Cause of Wise Association So lately And well't may plague us all to see Some though no better Men than We To live in Pomp for Loyalty So stately I knew when once the Good Old Cause Was nam'd aloud with great Applause Blest times for Liberty no Laws To fright all Therefore if once it come to Test And we again with Lawrel blest The stronger side must be the best At Whitehall And if all Lords you chance to be Who knows what Hell designs for me We 'l make our Lives one Jubilee And wonder So being out of Breath and spent Alas said he much more is meant At last with Pox he hurrying went Like Thunder Fitz-Harris his Farewel to the World or a Traytors Just Revvard FArewel great Villain and unpitied Lye Instead of Tears drawn from a tender Eye Ten thousand Traytors like Fitz-Harris dye Unhumane Monster to the World ingrate An Enemy to the King the Church and State Had'st thou been starv'd 't had been too kind a Fate His Crimes were horrid Infamous and base Deserves a total extinct of his Race Banish his Name unto some dismal place What 's worse than injuring Sacred Majesty For which he suffered on the Fatal Tree May all Men suffer when Rob'd of Loyalry England may then be glad with Triumph sing When all her Foes are vanisht with a string The Golden Age from Halcion-days will spring Those Wolves that Plot Protestant Lambs to Gull May Heaven obstruct the Engines of their Scull Give them of Tyburn good Lord their Belly full Giddy-headed Youths have been seduc'd of late Beyond their Wits talk of the Affairs of State Obedience learn to avoid Fitz-Harris Fate Those publick Libellers with Zeal and Heat With some unheard of Novelty daily treat If they write falsly tie them from their Meat Tell th' Ambitious they 're Fools and strive in vain To undermine a Crown King Charles will Raign To be true and honest is the safest Gain I hope to see Justice at Tyburn done If so some hundreds may have cause to run Give them what they deserve their Thread is spun Bid proud Petitioners good Advice approve Make an Address and in one Body move With all Humility t'gain their Prince's Love I 'de sooner lose a Limb from th' Monument fly Endure the worst of Torments till I dye Than willingly deserve my King 's displeasing eye London on thee all flourishing joys descend Heav'ns bless the Government and Governours to the end Unanimous to agree your Soveraign to defend The Man that burnt Diana's Temple down Did it on purpose a Villain to be Crown'd ' Mongst Rogues Damn'd Rogues he got Renown How many thousands are there in the Nation Meer Knaves but Saints in private Congregation Love Monarchy with mental Reservation The Gods rebuke the Error of the Age Let Moderation Tumultuous men asswage But hang all those against their King engage Let all Dissenting Brothers love the King To the Church Unite 't is a goodly thing With Brethren to agree and with Te Deum sing Heav'ns bless his Majecty with Plenty Joy and Peace To all that love the King Heavens give increase Confound his Foes to pray I ne'er will cease Non est Lex justior ulla Quam Necis Artificis Arte perire sua The last and truest Discovery of the Popish-Plot by Rumsey West and other great Patriots of their Countrey BUt Oh! This late Conspiracy so Dire By Providence prevented by a FIRE No Age can parallel so Black Design The fiercest Furies could not place a Mine From their dark Caves to give so great a blow And at one Burst Three Kingdoms overthrow Merciless Flames we 'll now Innocent call Since Fire's allarm hath preserv'd Us all Thrice happy Fire of Providence whose Good Was Bon-fire for the saving Royal Blood Heav'n forc'd their Safety drove them from that place That they might live to see a longer Race What desperate despairing damned Crew Would Fell the Royal Oaks plant cursed â—ew Did Shaftsbury descend into the Pit And Pluto's President of War doth fit Are Sheriffs Juries and his perjur'd Slaves All silent Now as they were in their Graves No Thou retain'st thy Counsel at the Bar And Good-enough to make a Civil War Tho thou canst not return hast none to send Murder and Treason thou hast left thy Friend Thy Breath O British Scylla still remains Whose Poyson stagnates your ill Livers Veins Thou damn'd Achitophel counseledst a Vote If the KING dy'd to cut the Tapisis Throat Nay if a House by accident was fir'd From Them must Reparation be requir'd Imposture Hypocrites invent a â—lot Deceive the Mobilâ—e and League the Scot Then Loyal Innocents they guilty bring Reserve the Honour yet to Kill the KING The Comets blaze and the Portents you know Did signifie the Nations Overthrow And You the Ministers of Fate must be The Hang-men-Murderers of ROYALTY No Paracides though you pervert the sence Heaven is not pleas'd till you are hang'd from hence The Stars discover your dark Plots below Your Malice would make Heav'n Guilty too Just like old Satan when he did Rebel He once was good You never mend in Hell Since none but You could ever claim a Right By horrid Murder to Eternal Night Had you succeeded Oh what Seas of Blood Had drown'd the World and made a second Flood The Horrible Events no Man can think Blood-thirsty men with drinking thirst for drink Nothing but Death can quench their Furious Zeal No Plot nor Parliament his Acts repeal Those Lies confirm'd by Oaths and Impudence Were once believ'd by Men of soundest sence This the deciding Plot 'twixt Heav'n and Hell Though you repent not shall confess you fell Lucifer-like
shall be But one Long Jubilee Whilst Thou our Dearer Greater Jove The Greater tho' less Thundering Name Thy Lightning all but Lambent Flame Crown'd with Miraculous Mercy Sits above And all Beneath Thee LOVE Mercy more Wondrous far Then thy own Native Noon-day STAR A Mercy so prodigious as t' excel All but thy RESTAURATION Miracle Mercy that even Heavens hardest Toyl FANATICISM shall reconcile Soften th'invet'rate Hate of Church and Crown And all the Iron Hearts melt down Mercy and Charles all this Stupendious work shall do Nay move without a Pang the Mighty Labour through IV. But whil'st this Faithful Band 's unshaken Loyalty For Charles dares Fight and for Him dye 'T is as the GODS Devotion treats With precious Odours all no more Than Heaps from their own Store The Gums which their own Sun creates 'T is all but a Creation of thy own Whil'st Charles is his own Guard alone Inspires that Loyalty protects his Throne Nor is alone this Loyal Host Th' Auxiliary thy Cause can boast For let 'em cover all the spacious Plain Nay add ten Thousands more to fill the Gloririous Train Great Charles not half thy Guards are here Heavens kindest Angels in that List appear They lead the Mighty Van and These bring up the Rear The Melancholly Complaint of Doctor TITUS OATES WHat could a curst ungrateful Age do more Impostor-like to punish him so sore Whom for a Saviour they ador'd before I was the man Oh! cruel change of Fate Once the Pillar of the sinking State Am now become the very Jayl-birds hate Out of a pallace into a Dungeon thrust From six good Dishes to snap at one brown Crust By God and man like Cain mark't out and curst Is this the end of all my promis'd Joys I that once made such bussle and such Noise Puft up with Triumphs of the shouting Boys With what applause was I receiv'd by th'Rabble When I gave hopes for to re-build their Babel But now they 'l hang me ' cause I was not able With watring Chops I call to mind the cheer That oft I made with many a Noble Peer Now in good time may snack the Basket here I do remember too how tumbling Pence Came rowling in when I did first commence Master of th' Art and Doctor Evidence For want of which I never shall get hence 'T is strange that Bolts and Bars and Iron Grates The just reward of perjur'd Rogues and Cheats Should prove the Praemimum of my Glorious feats Ungrateful Slaves What! have ye quite forgot How for your sakes strange Kingdoms I did trot Brought nothing but th' wonder of my Plot Though many shifts abroad I have been put too Scarce able to provide for Back and Gut too And often-times was forc'd to pad a foot too Nay many times I 've lain all day in Bed Because abroad I durst not shew my head But when 't grew dark stole out to beg my bread What I have suffer'd for the Kingdom 's sake In wants and dangers what I did partake And now to fear the Gibbet or the Stake Brethren 't will cause your tender hearts to ake I curst my Country and deny'd my Credo And for the Nations good turn'd Renegado Receiv'd Cruel Whitebread's Bastinado I worship't Idols that were false I knew And when I 'd done swore they were Gods most true And play'd the Devil for the sakes of you I pray'd to Saints in time of need with cryes Till they had granted my necessities My Almes obtain'd their Saint-ships I 'd despise I chang'd Religion often as my Name Spew'd out and hated whatso'ere I came Haunted by th' Devil Beggary and shame Through the wild Sects and Tribes I made a Ramble And to them all did lye swear and dissemble Enough to make the very Devils tremble Thus by me were the silly Jesuits sham'd When as with tears I swore I should be damn'd If not receiv'd into their Holy Band. I made them think Religion was the Tye That did engage me when I came to Spye Since 't is well known the Devil a bit had I. I made his Holiness believe the Pope That in his Pardons I conceived such hope That for his cause I 'd suffer Fire or Rope But when I 'd got my foot out of his door I Rail'd and call'd him Babylonian Whore And many Horrid things against him swore For why I ne're yet valued Faith or Troth Or ever made more scruple of an Oath Then of a blast of breath to cool my Broth. I quickly kill'd the worm within that gnaws And made the Gospel Prophets and the Laws Come truckle Brethren to your good Old Cause I laught at all Religion and its Baubles Such as Evangelists and holy Tables Esteeming them no more then Aesops Fables Like merry Lucian look'd on 't as a Tale A dull insipid thing grown Old and Stale Serves me to joak on o're a pot of Ale I scost't scorn'd but ne're would cringe or bow To those grave fools that do such tales allow And would have judg'd them to the Cart or Plow That with you I might gain repute and fame I laught at Conscience as a Bug-bear name And shook off quite all modesty and shame In hopes once more you'd come to rule the Roast I made my self Knight-errant of the Post Of which I take the vanity to boast For good of Commonwealth without repine I franckly Dedicated me and mine Contemning Laws both humane and divine Vast Sums I in the publick service spent Much Money to the needy Jesuite Lent When at that time I 'd neither Land nor Rent The corresponding Charges I did own When to the Lords my just accounts were shown Besides some By-ones more than e're were known The many painful journeys to and fro Embassador 'twixt Devil and Turk to go To all the World my vast Expences show Besides for Flying-Horses which would scour To France or Spain and back in half an hour With Old Nicks Fees for granting me this power I morgag'd all my Heritage and Lands To purchase from the Roman General 's hands Commissions for my new rais'd secret Bands But Oh! the Devil poor man was ne're so crost When God knows what those Roman Bulls had cost Lo suddenly they vanisht and were lost To Mulciber for strange and curious Arms Made with such cunning magick spells charms To fright and fear and do no further harms Procuring of rich Cordials for the King The which I judg'd the safest and surest thing Him to his bed of longest rest to bring For Blunderbuss or Cross-bow I count nought Because for secret services they were bought Besides were not well manag'd as they ought At many other charges I have been For preservation of the Duke and Queen And swearing things were never heard nor seen For Doctor-shipand Salamanca Fees Where Pistoles flew away as thick as Bees Pox on their University degrees For Ancient Books that I in Aegypt bought From the fam'd Ptolemaeus Study brought No Gypsie gibberish ones as some
ebb no lower Did by a Turn Miraculous Restore Our King to Us Us to our King again To bringh which Blessed work to pass Neither Man's â—ower nor Policy had place No Contract made nor Blows were given But the astonish'd World saw 't was The stupendious work of Heaven X. So Great a Monarch and so Glorious So much Belov'd at Home Fear'd Abroad Much too Good alass for Us Wise as an Angel Generous as a God Though calmly Settled to a Lofty Throne Was not above the reach of Envious Lookers on Which made him stand in need of Heav'ns high Patronage And what he needed he still had To Save his Crown and Person from the Rage Of Men with too much Ease gone Mad. Witness those Plots the Faction's fruitful womb So oft Conceiv'd tho' still in vain Against their Gracious Sovereign Where sometimes the Discoverer Play'd both the Devil and the Conjurer Which being by Heav'ns great care Abortive still become They added to the VVonders of his Reign And made his Throne as fix'd and Glorious as his Wain XI When lo the Prince who seem'd Heavns chief Delight Its Darling and Prime Favourite His Mid-day Glory 's all full Blown How strangely are they Blasted Ah! how soon But what Heav'n rais'd Heav'n only can pull down Down low as Earth this Son of the most High is come And all his scatter'd Trophies serve but to adorn his Tomb. But why no Prodigy at all No Beacon Comet fir'd above No Monstruous Births no Storms no Whale Or to Presage Great King thy Fall Or to attend thy Funeral Which Nature's fright might shew Mankind's wonder move Why seeing a wondrous Star proclaim'd his Birth Did not as wondrous an Eclipse foretel his leaving Earth Must God-like Kings like Puny Mortals die Must Charles the most August Be meanly crumbled like Plâ—beian Dust Why deal'st thou with th' Anointed O King of Princes why XII But while thus Ravingly I spoke With a strange Horrour I was struck Which dim'd my Eyes loosen'd my Joynts and chill'd my Bloud Before me straight a Visionary somewhat stood Whose Form I could not well discern The Genius likely of the place Or some such Airy Image 't was Of Stature high Clad in Blue mists Its Visage stern Which with an angry Hollow Tone Thus stop'd me Shall Mortal wight dare to reprove Or prie into the things above The Prince whose Death you so bemoan Was He not th' Almighties Loan Who only has took what was his own His Awful Meen and Heavenly Eyes Which made all Hearts his Votaries His Soul so Soft yet truly Great His Mind so Clear and so Sedate Prov'd well his Extract from the Skies XII With Milder Accent and Genteeler look The Spright less Frightful now thus farther spoke Then if your much-Lamented King So Good and Amiable was Why wou'd you have some dreadful thing The smoothness of his Reign deface Let Tyrants and Usurpers have Sea-Monsters and Rough Hurricanes Foretel their Death and dig their Graves Such Prodigies suit well their Reigns Comets have still a noisy end When calmly does the Sun descend Or if you must have Prodigies Think of the Millions of Weeping Eyes The Truest kind of Elegies Or else let this be reckon'd one That 't is a Prodigy That you have none In Halcyon-days your Dove like Prince was born Which did with him return His Realms five Lustres have Peace's white Livery worn Living He Peace bestow'd on ev'ry side Kept all in Peace and Peaceably He Dy'd XIV It scarce had spoke when lo a sudden Thunder for such at first it did appear Shak'd the Thin Ghost asunder Which strait dissolv'd into its Primitive Air. From the cold Turf I quickly rais'd my Head Left there my Load of Grief and to the Town for shelter fled E're as I thought the Storm should fall upon my Head The City soon I reach'd help'd with the wings of Fear But my old Grief and Fright soon chang'd into new Dread and VVonder When what I took for Thunders noise A second Peal inform'd me was the Canon's roaring voice VVhich led me to a Loyal Crowd That with Great Triumph did Proclaim VVith Joyful Shouts and Acclamations Loud A new Kings Title and Imperial Name Amaz'd at This so easie Change I said May this Prodigious Shout strike all His Enemies dead Long and as this Day Peaceful be His Reign And may His God-like Brother live in Him again XV. Poets of old were Prophets deem'd And if they now were such esteem'd And who knows but they may If our Predicting Rhimes May lucky Omens prove to after Times And that some Good may be presag'd from Names Then would I boldly say These Realms are doubly blest in that of James Great Britain's Glory did Commence VVhen the First James did to the whole give Law He joyn'd the Kingdoms deriv'd from thence That long white Row of Peaceful years our Happy Fathers saw The Second James by Heaven's Decree VVill the great Healer of our Breaches be And as His Wisdom does already give our Fears Relief So will His Mercy suddenly Cure all our Publick Grief VVell-skill'd He is in all His Royal Grandsires Arts VVho joyn'd both Crowns as He will do all Hearts May Heaven fulfil and own the Prophesie But Ireland sure above the rest In that Auspicious Name is doubly Blest For while the Royal James the English Crown does wear And Ormond's Noble James remains His Vice-Roy here Ireland will ne're again know cause of Publick Grief or Fear An Heroick POEM Most humbly Dedicated to the Sacred Majesty of CATHARINE Queen Dowager WHat art thou Muse that do'st the Mind inspire And Tun'st the Strings of the Poetick Lyre Refin'st the Drossy Soul to Nobler Flame VVhat art thou but a strong desire of Fame A greedy Passion of excelling Praise VVhich moves in different Tempers different ways To be Admir'd first made the Souldier Fight The Courtier Flatter and the Poet VVrite But all such Thoughts from my griev'd Bosom fled VVhen first I heard our Sovereign Charles was dead My Soul grew so Opprest with the sad News I hated Fame abhorr'd my once-lov'd Muse Of all Desires Grief stop'd the eager Sense And froze Ambition to Indifference Oh Frail Condition of all Humane Things See here the Fate of ev'n the Mightiest Kings See here the Glorious Charles whose Royal worth Made Him the Judge of the Disputing Earth The Arbitration in His Bosom lay He held the Scepter of Imperial sway And War and Peace did His Commanding will obey Like Heav'n by Heav'ns Decree within His Breast The Fates of Kingdoms and of Empires Rest And VVisely was He chose for the great Grace For who like Him could Govern such a Race As His own Murm'ring People sure may guide VVith Ease and Pleasure all the VVorld beside And yet this Monarch Tho' all the Earth depended on His Breath Here lyes Himself a Subject now to Death To the Great Dead I here should Altars raise And guild his Lawrels with