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A dialogue between the ghosts of the two last Parliaments, at their late interview
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A DIALOGUE Between the Ghosts of the Two last Parliaments at their late Interview Fuimus Troes Nitimur in vetitum Westminster Ghost's Advice FRom deepest Dungeons of Eternal Night The seats of Horor Sorrow Pains spight I have been sent to tell your tender Youth 〈◊〉 â—sonable and Important Truth 〈…〉 but Oh too late that no Desease 〈…〉 a Surfeit of Luxurious Ease 〈◊〉 of all other the most tempting things 〈◊〉 too much Wealth and too Indulgent Kings 〈◊〉 ever was superlatively ill 〈◊〉 by Degrees with Industry and Skill 〈◊〉 some whose Meaning hath at first been fair â—ow Knaves by Use and Rebels by Despair 〈◊〉 time is past and Yours will soon begin Keep the first Blossoms from the blast of Sin And by the Fate of my Tumultuous ways Preserve your self and bring serener Days The buisie subtile Serpents of the Law Did first my Mind from true Obedience draw While I did Limits to the King prescribe And took for Oracles that Canting Tribe 〈◊〉 chang'd True Freedom for the Name of Free And grew Seditious for Variety All that oppos'd me were to be accus'd And by the Law I Legally abus'd The Robe was summon'd M d in the head 〈◊〉 Legal Murder none so deeply read 〈◊〉 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 accumulative Hackney Tongue Prisoners and Witnesses were waiting by These had been taught to Swear and those to dy And to expect Their Arbitrary Fates Some for ill â—â—es some for good Estates 〈◊〉 â—ght the People and Alarm the Town B and O imploy'd the Reverend Gown But while the Triple Mitre bore the blame The Kings 3 Crowns were their Rebellious aim I seem'd and did but seem to fear the Guards And took for mine the B and the W Anti-monarchick Hereticks of Sate Immoral Atheists 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 Fear All that this happy Island could afford Was Sacrific'd to my Voluptuous Board In his whole Paradice one only Tree He had excepted by a strict Degree A Sacred Tree which Royal Fruit did bear Ye It in pieces I Conspir'd to tear Beware my Child Divinity is there Tâ—is so out-did all I had done before I â—ould attempt and He indure no more My Un-prepar'd and Un-repenting breath Wâ—s snatch'd away by the swift Hand of Death Aâ—d I with all my Sins about me hurl'd To th' utter Darkness of the lower World A dreadful place which you too soon will see If You believe Seducers more than Me. Oxford Ghost HAil great prophetick Spirit who could see Through the dark Glass of rip'ning time what we Too true have found and now too late complain That thou Great Spirit shouldst foretel in vain Full well and faithfully didst thou advise Had we been modestly and timely wise Free may you range saidst thou through every Field And what else more luxurious Gardens yield Is thine what e're may please what e're delight The weakest Stomach nicest Appetite Of all the plenty of so vast a Store One thing forbidden is one and no more By late and sad experience of what 's past Probatum est ipse dixit Do not tast Swift Ruine's there and sure Destruction How great a truth had it in time been known Westm. Ghost Vain empty Nothing that wert lately All How just and how unpitied is thy Fall Well worthy of the horrours of this place That would no warning take by my Disgrace Glutted with plenty surfeited with Peace Weary of Blessings sick of too much Ease â—ad restless Troublers of our Israel Who would not quiet be when things went well Of secret base Designs meer manag'd Tools Rash unadvised incorrigible F Brisk Hotspurs inconsiderately bold By much too violent and too hot to hold Zeal flew as if 't had been to run a Race Duty and Reason cou'd not keep it pace Insensible regardless of my Fate Dull Phrygian Sages wise when 't is too late You liv'd and then you had an easie way T' have provided against the Evil Day Who would not then be timely wise for bear Your vain unreasonable Sorrows here Frailty for men are frail may err one time But Malice only can repeat the Crime Unthinking Senate fed with empty words Of Patriot Lawyers and Protesting Lords Abus'd by Popular and mistaken Friends Su'd a dull Property for base hidden Ends. Liberty Property and Religion Sweet Names and so is REFORMATION Rank sign of sickly and distemper'd Times When fairest Names disguise the foulest Crimes The cry of Liberty helpeth Ambition And strait lac'd Conscience choaks Religion Of publick Interest you had no concern But damn'd a Proverb Ne'r too late to learn By no experience taught miscarriage tam'd Nor by sad instance of my Fate reclaim'd What prejudice and private use ill us'd False Zeal and like Religion ill excus'd Who stiff-necked rather wou'd my Fate repeat Than by new measures be securely great No freedom of debate was left for you When all was mov'd and manag'd by a few Your leading M J and W As if all Wisdom were in them alone A House of Commons crumbl'd into Three Slaves in effect and in appearance Free What ail'd the Pilot slept he at the head Or was your Judgment by your Wills misled What evil Spirit 's Influence did prevail That you who might at large securely Sail in a full Sea and from all Danger free Would run upon that Shelf that ruin'd me These sure and sad effects I well foresaw These real ills which seeming good would draw From these sad Consequences to disswade I was sent forth and gladly I obey'd I told you then what now too true you find Where Zeal flies out and Duty leaves behind 'T is Wisdoms shame and Policies defect For still like Causes will have like Effect I sought by wondrous Truth the Point to gain Urg'd many reasons but urg'd all in vain None were of force against the Good Old Cause Counsel was thrown away Fool that I was Where men with Law and Prophets would not live To think a Message from the dead should thrive Spight of my fore-sight and my dear bought skill Cassandra I you faithless Pans are still Your boundless Passion did no measures keep Well might you break your Neck with such a leap Men may at distance hover about Kings And by your influence move earthly things But when those bounds they would exceed and fly Too near the Sun scorcht they drop down and dy What an occasion lost you to improve The Prince's Favour and the Peoples Love This when considering Posterity Shall think upon they 'l hate your Memory And as once ancient Rome they in their turn Wish you had never died or ne'r been born Should your Successors tread your steps they then Though they were Gods like us shall die like men Oh! may the next for sure a next will be Avoid the Rock that ruin'd you and me Deeply affected with a just concern At our sad Fate self-preservation learn And merit by avoiding needless Fears By moderate Councils and praise-worthy Cares A Monarchs Blessing and three Kingdoms Pray'rs LONDON Printed for AL. BANKS Anno Domini MDCLCLXXXI