will it avail to say you languish without her Compassion A Sensual Man is able to vitiate the Vestal Flame even by his Martyrdom other Lovers in the Jollity of their Trope are wont to canonize their Mistresses as being of opinion that the Native Rubrick of their Cheeks hath hallowed them Will you run Counter to that Consecration and degrade a Saint by Mortal Addresses If you have no room in your Calendar for Persons upon Earth yet do not profane a Probationer of Heaven as if the readiest way to rectifie Superstition were with our Modern Reformers to bow it into Atheism Let me advise you Sir to retrieve your self back from this Carnal Sacrilege Catch not at Herostratus his Fame by setting fire on the Temple and dispute not a share of Guilt with Lucifer in causing a second Fall of Angels Nay never start Sir not look about at the Expression For I perswade my self that those Divines who allot to each of us a Tutelar Angel for our Protection would not prejudice their Opinion should they leave her to her own Tuition as hardly knowing in such a Person how to distinguish between the Charge and the Guardian Sir I was entreated by our Noble Friend that what my Fancy suggested upon this Subject I would mould into Number but I must beg your pardon it being a Request with which to comply were to be your Fellow-criminal and by a Conformity of Guilt pervert a Votary For even my Muse is vow'd and vail'd too she is set apart for the Service of my Mistress and what is that but entring Orders in the true Religion The Truth is this she is so chastly confin'd to that sole Employment that should I in Verse attempt to yield you an account how much I honour you not a whole Grove of Laurel would bribe her to a Distich Whereas in Transitory Prose were I a Master of all those Languages which I make no question but you have gain'd by your Travels I should hold them all too few to give you sufficient Assurance that I am SIR Your most Faithful Servant J. C. The Piece of a Common-Place upon Romans the 4th Last Verse Who was delivered for our Offences and rose again for our Iustification THE Athenians had two sorts of Holy Mysteries two distinct times November and August for their Celebration But when King Demetrius desir'd to be admitted into their Fraternity and see both their Solemnities at once the People past a Decree that the Month March when the King requested it should be call'd November and after the Ceremonies due to that Month were finished it should be translated to August and so at the second return of this new Leapuyear they accomplished his Request Two greater Mysteries are the parts of my Text the Passion and the Resurrection several times appropriate for either Good Fryday as Easter But as the Athenian Decree made November and August meet in March so give me leave by a less Syncope of Time to contract Good Fryday and Easter both to a day as the Passion and Resurrection are both in my Text Who was delivered for our Offences c. And I may the rather link them both on a day because the Text is willing to admit some Resemblance The Evening and the Morning make the day saith the Holy Spirit the Method of my Text observes as much Here is the Evening the Passion when our Saviour strip'd himself of those Rags of Mortality and lay down in the Bed of Corruption where he stays not long but the Morning breaks in the Resurrection when this Corruptible shall put on Incorruption and this Mortal shall put on Immortality So then my Text is a Day from Sun to Sun Soles occidere redire possunt from the Sun-set of his Passion to the Sun-rise of his Resurrection The Dew of his Birth is as the Dew of the Morning There is a Morning-Dew and there is an Evening Dew the Evening Dew the Tears that are shed at the Sun's Funeral and they may justly decypher the Passion the Morning-Dew the Tears of Joy and Welcome at his new Return and what is that but a Transcript of the Resurrection My Discourse then must be changeable compos'd of a Cloud and a Rain-bow Nocte pluit tota A Deluge of Grief showers down in the Passion but the Waters will cease and the Dove will return with a Leaf in her mouth Redeunt Spectacula mane Nothing but Joy and Triumph Pomp and Pageants at the Resurrection But methinks St. Paul puts new Cloth into an old Garment mends the Rent of the Passion with the Resurrection Can the children of the Bride-chamber weep while the Bridegroom is with them While the Resurrection is in the Text who can tune his Soul to lament his Passion again by the Waters of Babylon is no singing the Songs of Sion When Grief hath lock'd up the Heart with the story of the Passion what Key of Mirth can let in the Anthem of the Resurrection Different Notes you see and yet wee 'l attempt an Harmony Bassus and Altus a Deep Base that must reach as low as Hell to describe the Passion and thence rebound to a joyful Altus the high-strain of the Resurrection I begin with the Evening and so I may well style the Passion since the Horrour thereof turn'd Noon into Night and made a Miracle maintain my Metaphor The Sun was obscur'd by Sympathy and his Darkness points us to a greater Eclipse The Sun and the Moon what are they but Parables of our Saviour and the Soul of Man The Moon is the Soul I am sure her Spots will not confute the Similitude I might here slacken the Reins of my Comparison and shew you how the Moon of her self is a dark Body and what Light she partakes she receives it from the Sun at second hand How every Soul is by Nature sinful and in the Shadow of Death till the Light that lightens the Gentiles till the day-spring on high visit us I might pursue my Allegory in the Eclipse The Shadow of the Earth intercepts the Beams of the Sun and so the Moon suffers an Eclipse Pleasure and Profit those two Dugs of the World what are they but Earthly shadows that Eclipse the Soul and deprive it of the sweet influence of the Sun of Righteousness But I hold me to the Metaphor my Téxt will warrant the Parallel As the Moon is Eclipsed by the Earth so she her self Eclipses the Sun The Soul is not only sinful but makes God suffer 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 is a Physick-word and signifies the Labour of a Disease Cure thy self and there will be no Eclipse in him Apply but Salve to thy self and thou 'lt heal the Wounds that thy Sins have made Passus est Deliquium propter Delicta nostra Deliquium and Delictum proceed both from a Root He had never been delivered unto Death but for the Goal-delivery of our Offences See the Difference betwixt God's and Man's Eclipse Man's sets God and
Se-Cvre CHARLES ah forbear forbear lest Mortals prize His name too dearly and Idolatrize His Name Our Loss Thrice cursed and forlorn Be that Black Night which usher'd in this Morn CHARLES our Dread Soveraign hold lest Out-law'd Sense Bribe and seduce tame Reason to dispense With those Celestial powers and distrust Heav'n can behold such Treason and prove Just. CHARLES our Dread Soveraign's murther'd tremble and View what Convulsions shoulder-shake this Land Court City Country nay three Kingdoms run To their last Stage and set with him their Sun CHARLES our Dread Soveraign's murther'd at His Gate Fell fiends dire Hydra's of a stiff-neck'd State Strange Body-politick Whose Members spread And Monster-like swell bigger then their HEAD CHARLES of Great Britain He who was the known King of three Realms lies murther'd in his own He He Who liv'd and Faith's Defender stood Dy'd here to re-Baptize it in his bloud No more no more Fame's Trump shall eccho all The rest in dreadful Thunder Such a Fall Great Christendom ne'er pattern'd and 't was strange Earth's Center reel'd not at this dismal Change The blow struck Brittain blind each well-set Limb By dislocation was lopt off in HIM And though she yet live's she live's but to condole Three Bleeding Bodies left without a Soul Religion put 's on Black sad Loyalty Blushes and mourns to see bright Majesty Butchered by such Assassinates nay both 'Gainst God 'gainst Law Allegiance and their Oath Farewell sad Isle Farewell thy fatal Glory Is Sum'd Cast up and Cancell'd in this Story AN ELEGY Upon King CHARLES the First murthered publickly by his Subjects WEre not my Faith buoy'd up by sacred blood It might be drown'd in this prodigious flood Which Reasons highest ground do so exceed It leaves my Soul no Anch'rage but my Creed Where my Faith resting on th' Original Supports it self in this the Copies fall So while my Faith floats on that Bloody wood My Reason's cast away in this Red flood Which ne'er o'reflows us all Those Showers past Made but Land-floods which did some Vallies wast This stroke hath cut the only Neck of Land Which between us and this Red Sea did stand That covers now our World which Cursed lies At once with two of Egypts Prodigies O'er-cast with Darkness and with bloud o'er-run And justly since our hearts have theirs outdone Th'lnchanter led them to a less known ill To act his sin then 't was their King to kill Which Crime hath widowed our whole Nation Voided all Forms left but Privation In Church and State inverting ev'ry Right Brought in Hells State of fire without Light No wonder then if all good eyes look red Washing their Loyal hearts from blood so shed The which deserves each pore should turn an eye To weep out even a bloody Agoâ—…y Let nought then pass for Musick but sad Cries For Beauty bloudless Cheeks and blood-shot Eyes All Colours soil but black all Odours have Ill scent but Myrrh incens'd upon this Grave It notes a Iew not to believe us much The cleaner made by a religious Touch Of their Dead Body whom to judge to dye Seems the Judaical Impiety To kill the King the Spirit Legion paints His rage with Law the Temple and the Saints But the truth is He fear'd and did repine To be cast out and back into the Swine And the case holds in that the Spirit bends His malice in this Act against his ends For it is like the sooner he 'll be sent Out of that body He would still torment Let Christians then use otherwise this blood Detest the Act yet turn it to their good Thinking how like a King of Death He dies We easily may the World and Death despise Death had no Sting for him and its sharp Arm Only of all the Troop meant him no harm And so he look'd upon the Axe as one Weapon yet left to guard him to his Throne In His great Name then may His Subjects cry Death thou art swallowed up in Victory If this our loss a comfort can admit 'T is that his narrow'd Crown is grown unfit For his enlarged Head since his distress Had greatned this as it made that the less His Crown was fallen unto too low a thing For him who was become so great a King So the same hands enthron'd him in that Crown They had exalted from him not pull'd down And thus God's Truth by them hath rendred more Than ere Mens falshood promis'd to restore Which since by death alone he could attain Was yet exempt from Weakness and from Pain Death was enjoyn'd by God to touch a part Might make his Passage quick ne'er move his heart Which ev'n expiring was so far from death It seem'd but to command away his Breath And thus his Soul of this her Triumph proud Broke like a flash of Lightning through the Cloud Of Flesh and Blood and from the highest Line Of Humane Vertue pass'd to be Divine Nor is 't much less his Virtues to relate Than the high Glories of his present State Since both then pass all Acts but of Belief Silence may praise the one the other Grief And since upon the Diamond no less Than Diamonds will serve us to impress â—…'ll only wish that for his Elegy This our Iosias had a Ieremy AN ELEGY â—…n The best of Men The meekest of Martyrs CHARLES the I. c. DOes not the Sun call in his Light and Day Like a thin Exhalation melt away â—…oth wrapping up their Beams in Clouds to be Themselves close Mourners at the Obsequie â—…f this Great Monarch does his Royal Blood Which th' Earth late drunk in so profuse a Flood Not shoot through her affrightned Womb and makâ—… All her convulsed Arteries to shake So long till all those â—…hinges that sustain Like Nerves the frame of Nature shrink again Into a shuffled Chaos Does the Sun Not suck it from its liquid Mansion And Still it into vap'rous Clouds which may Themselves in hearded Meteors display Whose shaggy and disheveld Beams may be The Tapers at this black Solemnity You Seed of Marble in the Womb accurst Rock'd by some Storm or by some Tigress nurst Fed by some Plague which in blind mists was hurl'd To strew infection on the tainted World What Fury charm'd your hands to act a deed Tyrants to think on would not weep but bleed And Rocks by Instinct so resent this Fact They 'ld into Springs of easie tears be slack'd Say Sons of Tumult since you think it good Still to keep up the Trade and Bath in Bloud Your guilty hands why did you not then State Your Slaughters at some cheap and common rate Your gluttonous and lavish Blades might have Devoted Myriads to one publick Grave And lop'd off thousands of some base allay Whilst the same Sexton that inter'd their Clay In the same Urn their Names too might intomb But when on him you fixt your fatal Doom You gave a Blow to Nature since even all The Stock of Man now bleeds too in his
Quill Cuckold Parnassus is a Forked Hill But stay I 've wak'd his Dust his Marble stirs And brings the Worms for his Compurgators Can Ghost have natural Sons Say Og is 't meet Penance bear Date after the Winding-sheet Were it a Phaenix as the double kind May seem to prove being there 's two combin'd I would disclaim my Right and that it were The Lawful Issue of his Ashes swear But was he dead Did not his Soul translate Her self into a Shop of lesser rate Or break up House like an expensive Lord That gives his Purse a Sob and lives at Board Let old Pythagoras but play the Pimp And still there 's hopes't may prove his Bastard Imp. But I 'm prophane for grant the World had one With whom he might contract an Union They two were one yet like an Eagle spread I'th'Body joyn'd but parted in the Head For you my Brat that pose the Porph'ry Chair Pope Iohn or Ioan or whatsoe'er you are You are a Nephew grieve not at your State For all the World is Illegitimate Man cannot get a Man unless the Sun Club to the Act of Generation The Sun and Man get Man thus Tom and I Are the joynt Fathers of my Poetry For since blest Shade thy Verse is Male but mine O' th' weaker Sex a Phancy Feminine We 'll part the Child and yet commit no Slaughter So shall it be thy Son and yet my Daughter SECT II. Containing POEMS which relate to STATE-AFFAIRS Upon The King's Return from Scotland REturn'd I 'l ne'er believ 't first prove him hence Kings travel by their Beams and Influence Who says the Soul gives out her Guests or goes A flitting Progress 'twixt the Head and Toes She rules by Omnipresence and shall we Deny a Prince the same Ubiquity Or grant he went and cause the knot was slack Girt both the Nations with his Zodiack Yet as the Tree at once both upward shoots And just as much grows downward to the Roots So at the same time that he posted thither By Counter-Stages he rebounded hither Hither and hence at once thus every Sphere Doth by a double motion interfere And when his Native form inclines him East By the first Mover he is ravish'd West Have you not seen how the divided Dam Runs to the Summons of her hungry Lamb But when the Twin crys halves she quits the first Nature's Commendam must be likewise nurst So were his Journeys like the Spider spun Out of his Bowels of Compassion Two Realms like Cacus so his steps transpose His feet still contradict him as he goes England's return'd that was a banish'd Soil The Bullet flying makes the Gun recoil Death 's but a Separation though indors'd With Spade and Javelin we were thus divorc'd Our Soul hath taken wing while we express The Corps returning to their Principles But the Crab-Tropick must not now prevail Islands go back but when you 're under Sail So his Retreat hath rectified that wrong Backward is forward in the Hebrew Tongue Now the Church Militant in plenty rests Nor fears like th' Amazon to lose her Breasts Her means are safe not squeez'd until the Blood Mix with the Milk and choak the tender Brood She that hath been the floating Ark is that She that 's now seated on Mount Ararat Quits Charles our Souls did guard him Northward thus Now he the Counterpart comes South to us A Dialogue between two Zealots upon the c. in the Oath SIr Roger from a zealous peice of Freeze Rais'd to a Vicaridge of the Children's Threes Whose yearly Audit may by strict Account To twenty Nobles and his Vails amount Fed on the Common of the female Charity Until the Scots can bring about their Parity So shotten that his Soul like to himself Walks but in Cuerpo This same Clergy-Elf Encountring with a Brother of the Cloth Fell presently to Cudgels with the Oath The Quarrel was a strange mishapen Monster Et caetera God bless us which may conster The Brand upon the Buttock of the Beast The Dragon's Tail tyed on a Knot a Nest Of young Apocryphas the fashion Of a new mental Reservation Whilst Roger thus divides the Text the other Winks and expounds saying my pious Brother Hearken with Reverence for the point is nice I never read on 't but I fasted twice And so by Revelation know it better Than all the learn'd Idolaters o'th'Letter With that he swell'd and fell upon the Theme Like Great Goliah with his Weaver's Beam I say to thee Et caetera thou ly'st Thou art the curled Lock of Antichrist Rubbish of Babel for who will not say Tongues are confounded in Et caetera Who swears Et caetera swears more Oaths at once Than Cerberus out of his triple Sconce Who views it well with the same eye beholds The old false Serpent in his numerous folds Accurst Et caetera Now now I scent What the prodigious bloody Oysters meant O Booker Booker How came'st thou to lack This Fiend in thy Prophetick Almanack It 's the dark Vault wherein th' Infernal Plot Of Powder'gainst the State was first begot Peruse the Oath and you shall soon descry it By all the Father Garnets that stand by it 'Gainst whom the Church whereof I am a Member Shall keep another Fifth day of November Yet here 's not all I cannot half untruss Et caetera it 's so abdominous The Trojan Nag was not so fully lin'd Unrip Et caetera and you shall find Og the great Commissary and which his worse Th'Apparitor upon his skew bald Horse Then finally my Babes of Grace forbear Et caetera will be too far to swear For 't is to speak in a familiar Stile A York-shire Wea-bit longer than a Mile Here Roger was inspir'd and by God's diggers He 'll swear in words at length but not in Figures No by this Drink which he takes off as loath To leave Et caetera in his liquid Oath His Brother pledgd him and that bloody Wine He swears shall seal the Synod's Catiline So they drank on not offering to part 'Till they had sworn out the eleventh Quart While all that saw and heard them joyntly pray They and their Tribe were all Et caetera Smectymnuus or the Club-Divines SMectymnuus The Goblin makes me start I' th' name of Rabbi Abraham what art Syriack or Arabick or Welsh What skil't Ape all the Bricklayers that Babel built Some Conjurer translate and let me know it Till then 't is fit for a West Saxon Poet. But do the Brotherhood then play their Prizes Like Mummers in Religion with Disguises Out-brave us with a Name in Rank and File A name which if t were train'd would spread a Mile The Saints Monopoly the Zealous Cluster Which like a Porcupine presents a Muster And shoots his Quills at Bishops and their Sees A devout Litter of young Macchabees Thus Iack of all Trades hath distinctly shown The twelve Apostles in a Cherry-stone Thus Factions A-la-mode in Treason's Fashion Now we have Heresie by Complication
I prize His artificial Grief who scans his eyes Mine weep down pious Beads but why should I Confine them to the Muses Rosary I am no Poet here my Pen's the Spout Where the Rain-water of mine eyes run out In pity of that Name whose Fate we see Thus copyed out in Grief's Hydrography The Muses are not Mer-maids though upon His Death the Ocean might turn Helicon The Sea 's too rough for Verse who rhymes upon 't With Xerxes strives to fetter th' Hellespont My Tears will keep no Channel know no Laws To guide their streams but like the waves their cause Run with disturbance till they swallow me As a Description of his Misery But can his spatious Virtue find a Grave Within the lmpostum'd bubble of a Wave Whose Learning if we sound we must confess The Sea but shallow and him bottomless Could not the Winds to countermand thy death With their whole Card of Lungs redeem thy breath Or some new Island in thy rescue peep To heave thy Resurrection from the Deep That so the World might see thy safety wrought With no less wonder than thy self was thought The famous Sâ—…garite who in his life Had Nature as familiar as his Wife Bequeath'd his Widow to survive with thee Queen Dowager of all Philosophy An ominous Legacy that did portend Thy Fate and Predecessor's second end Some have affirm'd that what on Earth we find The Sea can parallel for shape and kind Books Arts and Tongues were wanting but in thee Neptune hath got an University We 'll dive no more for Pearls the hope to see Thy sacred Reliques of Mortality Shall welcome Storms and make the Seaman prize His Shipwrack now more than his Merchandize He shall embrace the Waves and to thy Tomb As to a Royaler Exchange shall come What can we now expect Water and Fire Both Elements our ruin do conspire And that dissolves us which doth us compound One Vatican was burnt another drown'd We of the Gown our Libraries must toss To understand the greatness of our Loss Be Pupils to our Grief and so much grow In Learning as our Sorrows overflow When we have fill'd the Rundlets of our Eyes We 'll issue't forth and vent such Elegies As that our Tears shall seem the Irish Seas We floating Islands living Hebrides An Elegy upon the Arch-bishop of Canterbury I Need no Muse to give my Passion vent He brews his Tears that studies to lament Verse chymically weeps that pious rain Distill'd by Art is but the sweat o'th'Brain Who ever sob'd in Numbers Can a Groan Be quaver'd out in soft Division 'T is true for common formal Elegies Not Bushel's Wells can match a Poet's Eyes In wanton Water-Works he 'll tune his Tears From a Geneva-Jig up to the Spheres But then he mourns at distance weeps aloof Now that the Conduit Head is our own Roof Now that the Fate is Publick we may call It Brittain's Vespers England's Funeral Who hath a Pencil to express the Saint But he hath Eyes too washing off the Paint There is no Learning but what Tears surround Like to Seth's Pillars in the Deluge drown'd There is no Church Religion is grown So much of late that she 's encreast to none Like an Hydropick Body full of Rheumes First swells into a Bubble then consumes The Law is dead or cast into a Trance And by a Law dough-bak'd an Ordinance The Liturgy whose doom was voted next Dy'd as a Comment upon him the Text. There 's nothing lives Life is since he is gone But a Nocturnal Lucubration Thus you have seen Death's Inventory read In the Summ total Canterbury's dead A sight would make a Pagan to baptize Himself a Convert in his bleeding Eyes Would thaw the Rabble that fierce Beast of ours That which Hyena-like weeps and devours Tears that flow brackish from their Souls within Not to repent but pickle up their Sin Mean time no squalid Grief his Look defiles He guilds his sadder Fate with nobler Smiles Thus the World's Eye with reconciled Streams Shines in his showers as if he wept his beams How could Success such Villanies applaud The State in Strassord fell the Church in Laud The Twins of publick rage adjudg'd to dye For Treasons they should act by Prophecy The Facts were done before the Laws were made The Trump turn'd up after the Game was play'd Be dull great Spirits and forbear to climb For Worth is sin and Eminence a Crime No Church-man can be Innocent and High 'T is height makes Grantham Steeple stand awry Epitaphium Thomae Spell Coll. Divi Iohannis Praesidis HIc jacet Quantillum Quanti Ille quatenus potuit mori Thomas Spellus Fuit nomen erit Epitheton Posthumus sibi perennabit idem Olim olim Ille qui sibi futurus Posteri Ut esse poterat Majores sui Honestis quicquid debuit Natalibus Mactus in sese disputandus utrum Sui magis an ex Patrum traduce Quem vitae Drama Mitionem dedit Qui verbae protulit ut Alcedo pullos Omine pacis Quocum sepulta jacet Urbanitas Et Malaci mores tanquam Soldurii Commoriuntur Pauperum Scipio amor omnium Collegii Coagulum Honorum Climax Scholaris Socius Senior Praeses Et Pastor gregis in cruce providus Oculos à flendo non moror amplius Vixit Mark Anthony WHen as the Nightingale chanted her Vespers And the wild Forrester couch'd on the ground Venus invited me in th' Evening Whispers Unto a fragrant Field with Roses crown'd Where she before had sent My Wishes Complement Unto my Heart's content Play'd with me on the Green Never Mark Anthony Dallied more wantonly With the fair Aegyptian Queen First on her cherry Cheeks I mine Eyes feasted Thence fear of Surfeiting made me retire Next on her warmer Lips which when I tasted My duller Spirits made me active as fire Then we began to dart Each at anothers Heart Arrows that knew no smart Sweet Lips and Smiles between Never Mark c. Wanting a Glass to plate her Amber Tresses Which like a Bracelet rich decked mine Arm Gawdier than Iuno wears when as she Graces Iove with Embraces more stately than warm Then did she peep in mine Eyes humour Chrystalline I in her Eyes was seen As if we one had been Never Mark c. Mystical Grammar of Amourous Glances Feeling of Pulses the Physick of Love Rhetorical Courtings and Musical Dances Numâ—…ring of Kisses Arithmetick prove Eyes like Astronomy Straight-limb'd Geometry In her Art's Ingeny Our Wits were sharp and keen Never Mark Anthony Dallied more wantonly With the fair Aegyptian Queen The Author's Mock-Song to Mark Anthony WHen as the Nightingale sang Pluto's Mattins And Cerberus cry'd three Amens at a Howl When Night wandring Witches put on their Pattins Midnight as dark as their Faces are foul Then did the Furies doom That the Night-Mare was come Such a mishapen Groom Puts down Su. Pomfret clean Never did Incubus Touch such a filthy Sus At this foul Gypsie Quean First on her Goosberry
fall Could not Religion which you oft have made A specious gloss your black designs to shade Teach you that we come nearest Heaven when 〈◊〉 Are suppled into Acts of Clemency And copy out the Deity agen When we distill our Mercies upon Men But why do I deplore this ruin He Only shook off his frail Humanity And with such Calmness fell he seem'd to be Even less unmov'd and unconcern'd than we And forc'd us from our Throes of Grief to say We only dyed he only liv'd that Day So that his Tomb is now his Throne become T' invest him with the Crown of Martyrdom And Death the shade of Nature did not shrowd His Soul in Mists but its clear Beams uncloud That who a Star in our Meridian shone In Heaven might shine a Constellation Upon the Death of CHARLES the First GReat Good And Just Could I but rate My Griefs and thy too rigid Fate I 'd weep the world to such a strain As it should Deluge once again But since thy loud-tongu'd Blood demands supplies More from Briareus hands than Argus eyes I 'll sing thy Obsequies with Trumpet sounds And write thy Epitaph with Blood and Wounds MONTROSE Written with the Point of his Sword ADDITIONS The Publick Faith STand off my Masters 'T is your pence a piece Iason Medea and the golden Fleece What side the line good Sir Tygris or Po Lybia Iapan Whisk or Tradinktido St. Kits St. Omer or St. Margaret's Bay Presto begon or come aloft What way Doublets or Knap The Cog low Dice or high By all the hard names in the Litany Bell Book and Candle and the Pope's great Toe I conjure thy account Devil say no. Nay since I must untruss Gallants look too 't Keep your prodigious distance forty foot This is that Beast of Eyes in th' Revelations The Pasiâ—…isk has twisted up three Nations Ponteus Hixius Doxius full of Tricks The Lottery of the vulgar Lunaticks The Knap-Sack of the State the thing you wish Magog and Gog stew'd in a Chaffingdish A Bag of Spoons and Whistles wherein men May whistle when they see their Plate agen Thus far his Infancy His riper Age Requires a more mysterious folio Page Now that time speaks him perfect and 't is pity To dandle him longer in a close Committee The elf dares peep abroad the pretty fool Can wag without a truckling standing-stool Revenge his Mother's Infamy and swear He 's the fair Off-spring of one half-score year The Heir of the House and Hopes the cry And wonder of the People's Misery 'T is true while as a Puppy it could play For Thimbles any thing to pass the day But now the Cub can count arithmatize Clinck Masenello with the Duke of Guise Sign for an Irish Purchase and traduce The Synod from their Doctrine to their Use Give its Dam suck and a hidden way Drink up arrears a tergo mantica An Everlasting Bale Hell in Trunk-hose Uncased the Devil's Don Quixot in Prose The Beast and the false Prophet twin'd together The squint-ey'd Emblem of all sorts of Weather The refuse of that Chaos of the Earth Able to give the World a second Birth Africk avaunt Thy trifling Monsters glance But Sheeps-eyed to this Penal Ignorance That all the Prodigies brought forth before Are but Dame Natures blush left on the score This strings the Bakers dozen christens all The cross-leg'd hours of time since Adam's Fall The Publick Faith Why 't is a word of kin A Nephew that dares Cousin any sin A term of Art great Behemoth's younger Brother Old Machiavel and half a thousand other Which when subscrib'd writes Legion names on truss Abaddon Beelzebub and Incubus All the Vice-Roys of Darkness every Spell And Fiend wrap'd in a short Trissillable But I fore-stall the Show Enter and see Salute the Door your Exit shall be free In brief 't is called Religions Ease or Loss For no one 's suffered here to bear his Cross. A Lenten Litany Composed for a confiding Brother for the benefit and edification of the faithful Ones FRom Villany drest in the doublet of Zeal From three Kingdoms bak'd in one common-weâ—… From a gleek of Lord Keepers of one poor Seal Libera nos c. From a Chancery-Writ and a Whip and a Bell From a Justice of Peace that never could spell From Collonel 〈◊〉 and the Vicar of Hell Libera nos c. From Neat's feet without socks three penny Pyes From a new-sprung light that will put out ones eyes From Goldsmiths Hall the Devil and Excise Libera nos c. From two hours talk without one word of sense From Liberty still in the future tense From a Parliament long-wasted Conscience Libera nos c. From a Coppid Crown-Tenent prick'd up by a Brother â—…rom damnable Members and fits of the Mother â—…rom Ears like Oysters that grin at each other Libera nos c. â—…rom a Preacher in buff and a quarter staff-Steeple â—…rom th'unlimited Soveraign Power of the People â—…rom a Kingdom that crawls on its knees like a Creeple Libera nos c. From a Vinegar Priest on a Crab-tree stock From a foddering of Prayer four hours by the Clock From a Holy Sister with a pittiful Smock Libera nos c. From a hunger starv'd Sequestrators maw From Revelations and Visions that never man saw From Religion without either Gospel or Law Libera nos c. From the Nick and Froth of a Penny Pot-house From the Fiddle and Cross and a great Scotch Louse From Committees that chop up a man like a Mouse Libera nos c. From broken Shins and the Bloud of a Martyr From the Titles of Lords and Knights of the Garter From the Teeth of mad-dogs and a Countrymans quarter Libera nos c. From the Publick Faith and an Egg and Butter From the Irish Purchases and all their Clutter From Omega's Nose when he settles to sputter Libera nos c. From the Zeal of old Harry lock'd up with a Whore From waiting with plaints at the Parliament door From the Death of a King without why or wherefore Libera nos c. From the French Disease and the Puritan fry From such as ne'er swear but devoutly can lye From cutting of Capers full three story high Libera nos c. From painted Glass and Idolatrous Cringes From a Presbyters Oath that turns upon Hinges From Westminster Iews with Levitical Fringes Libera nos c. From all that is said and a thousand times more From a Saint and his Charity to the poor From the Plagues that are kept for a Rebel in store Libera nos c. The Second part THat if it please thee to assist Our Agitators and their List And Hemp them with a gentle twist Quaesumus te c. That it may please thee to suppose Our actions are as good as those That gull the People through the Nose Quaesumus te c. That it may please thee here to enter And fix the rumbling of our Center For we live all
bound But in his Circle Wit no end is found His Wit Oh Miracle For who is he Dares name his Wit without an Extasie That Wit which was to several Tenants let In him as in their proper Landlord met For what in other petty Sparks was found In him 's contracted as one Diamond His Rays ne'er darkned but with Lustre wun He with his Eagle-eyes out-star'd the Sun He was a Fountain whose pure Stream did grow Unbounded never us'd to ebb but flow As ever new still streaming fresh Delights And never so low drawn as to run Whites For in Discourse his Wit did never rest When others were aground with one dry Jest Nor did his meagre Looks proclaim that he Did pine in study for his Poetry Like such pale Apparition's Ghost-like Elves That fatten Paper and yet starve themselves Whos 's Pireskean Pictures seem to be Diseas'd with time decay'd Antiquity Though for his strongest Lines in Verse and Prose He travell'd hard yet he no Flesh did lose In others what comparatively's found In him superlatively did abound No Vice the Anger of his Pen could slip Who did whole Nations to Repentance whip His honest Soul in Consultation sate Unmasking Vices both of Church and State It was not Power but Justice made him write No Ends could May-like turn him Parasite The Cause by Candles-end he did not rate When others Pens did Truth assassinate â—…y danger heightned and made nobly fierce â—…or was his Prose less biting than his Verse â—…is Rebel Scot was not a smarter Satyr â—…han his Diurnal and Diurnal-maker â—…e made the Devil blacker drest in white â—…oving the Zealot the worst Hypocrite â—…lling the Vail from the Reformers Face â—…e left the Rebel to supply his place â—…e that affirm'd 'gainst Sense Snow Black to be Might prove it by this Amphybology Things are not what they seem we may suppress â—…ome Crimes and raise the Devils Holiness The Presbyterian he did un-nest With the whole Kennel o'th'two-footed Beast â—…ed with the Bishops and the Clergies Blood Right Canabals that made the Church their Food The Senate Sir Iohns Appetite did prove And paid him part of his Arrears in Love The barbarous Scots are stigmatiz'd by him â—…or their Rebellion our Apostate Pim â—…ay the just Fury of his Pen had thrown The Nation too into Oblivion Had not the fam'd Montross puts Anger by Rais'd th' Highlands higher in their Loyalty And Rupertissimus consecrated Wars By giving Smec so many hideous Scars I. M. An Elegy on Mr. Cleveland and his Verse on Smectymnuus POor Dablers all bemir'd that spur their Lank Pegasus from Shoulder to the Flank When Weather-beaten in a Shower of Sack Jogg still as things bejaded ride in black Who t'reach the Muses Seat lash and put on But fall short and draw Bit at Trumpington See with what Pangs they labour and produce A still-born Poem and then hug their Muse. Others like Chymists thrive who fain would wiâ—… By Force what God and Nature ne'er put in Yet these bear Name and Voice The smallest Boaâ—… Appears if in the narrow Thames it float But vanisheth away in the vast Main Which was before the Rivers Soveraign Such was the Fate of my weak Streams that raâ—… To drown themselves in th'unbound Ocean And lose their Name in His to whom the Nine Bow down and render up their Sacred Shrine We poor Retainers angle for a thin Fancy his like a Drag-Net sweeps all in And as Gold-drivers that makes Spangles rare Do beat the yielding Metal into Air As Generals in War their Strength contrive To make three Troops of Men seem more than five We practice frugal Wit and play 't at length In sleek and smoother Numbers without Strength His like the swift sure Ship is firmly built Of deepest Bottom and most stately gilt If Number wants there as in ruins th' Face Though rough betrays the Treasure of the place We strugling Words into their Fetters frame â—…s Printers use to fit and joyn the same His large Commands have all in Power to chuse â—…nd 't is the greatest Labour to refuse We seldom shoot to make some Glimpse of Day â—…is thick as Atomes in the Sun-shine play â—…nd therefore Sir just is the Accusation â—…ou're charg'd with this strong Accumulation â—…bverts the Fundamentals 't is your Crime â—… ' upbraid the State-Poeticks of this time With Wit so insolent though Phoebus be The Pleader our Notes ne'er shall set you free â—…or Smec 't is sure the Conquest all is mine â—…ee how the Vipers through the Amber shine â—…nd bravely carv'd as Indians joy to see Themselves so cut although in Imag'ry â—…nd tell me when Domitian slew the Fly Did he deserve the Laurel Victory â—…ad brawny Hercules the Hydra slain 〈◊〉 much beneath his Strength wer 't not a Stain To all his former Labours and a Brand â—…ch as to melt with Distaff in his Hand â—…was Smec's Ambition Sir thus to stand high â—…nd be conspicuous though o' th Pillory Then as you love Religion surcease â—…or now the Knaves begin themselves to please â—…nce they 'r vouchsaf'd the Pen the monstrous Fry â—…ike Serpents with fair Speckles strike the Eye â—…e seen a Toad by curious Art so drest â—…adies have hugg'd the Venom in their Breast â—…orbear hereafter Vice to paint so well â—…ch Draughts may hap t' enlarge the Pow'r of Hell â—…nce writ by Ben inspir'd by lusty Wine We love Sejanus and bold Cataline The Elegy made upon Mr. John Cleveland Death cry'd i'th'Streets he being then in good Disposition of Health HE whom the Muses have forbid to dye Durst Ignorance Arts Enemy bely To rhyme him dead She as well might say That he like other Men was common Clay Or that his Soul had nothing in it higher Than poor Promethean Poets meer stol'n Fire But when His shall disrobe it self it shall be sed He 's gone to sleep alone in Fames high Bed B'ing both the Nations and the Muses Wonder Where all Poeticks else may truckle under For 't is impossible Him to entomb For whose Fam'd Name all Brittains Isles want rooâ—… I. Parry News from Newcastle Or Newcastle Coaâ—…pit ENgland's a perfect World hath Indies too Correct your Maps Newcastle is Peru Let the Haughty Spaniard triumph till 't is told Our sooty Minerals purifie his Gold This will sublime and hatch the abortive Oar When the Sun tires and Stars can do no more No Mines are currant unrefin'd and gross Coals make the Sterling Nature but the Dross For Mettals Bacchus like two Births approve Heaven heats the Semele and ours the Iove Thus Art doth polish Nature 't is the Trade 〈◊〉 every Madam hath her Chamber-maid who 'd dote on Gold a thing so strange and odd â—…is most contemptible when made a God â—…ll Sin and Mischief hence have rise and swell One India more would make another Hell Our Mines are Innocent nor will the North Tempt poor Mortality with too much Worth They 'r not so precious rich enough to fire
stir unless we tugg at Oar. Our Scene 's translated Fate will have it so We live in Venice now or Mexico Or Amsterdam our Parlors so in pickle Enough to make those in 't a Conventicle Petty wrackt Strangers tost we know not whither Holm Holm in England Oh Sirs shew us thither Yet sure 't is England still no other Nation Can shew so much Land under Sequestration All 's swallow'd up and drown'd our Fifths and all Something sweeps worse than Habber dashers-Hall A guilty Tap-house feels the Floods Assault Murder will out and it had drown'd much Mault Must now it self be duckt by this just Tide Because it stood so nigh the Water-side See the tenth Wave into the House is tost And dubs a Captain Otter of mine Host Who with a File of bowzing Comrades there Resolve still not to leave their Dover Peer Thus fixt they drink until their Noses shine A Constellation in this Watry Sign Which they Aquarius call for by Degrees Each Man perceives himself took up to th'Knees Yet still they and the Flood do Brimmers vye At last it sobs and thus they drink him dry But these the spongy-Leeches of the Town Amphibious were good Drinkers cannot drown We puny Dablers are as ill beset We whose unliquor'd Hides will turn no wet The Floods a Tenant too until't retreats Great Rooms are Oceans and the lesser Streights Tongues are confounded in a various Stile Our Computation runs by th'League not Mile How soon the Earth dissolv'd so soon that some That journeyed out will make a Voyage Home They go aboard their Dwellings and embark Houses are Ships and Newark's a Noah's Ark. The Cook mistakes his floating Seigniories For Sound and so takes Impost in his Fees Some truck for Rumps and Kidneys he and 's Spouse Call them the Farmers of the Custom-house Now Bedfellows do one another greet I' th' Saylors Phrase Vere vere more Sheet Women are Syrens for the wise Man wears When they strike up their Ela's wax in 's Ears Whose Fate is yet peculiar in this Flood To scape the Water and retain the Mud. The inseparable Scum is so increast Another Flood will not make all clean Beast Yet still their Scene and their Complexion 's right Place them but where they paint the Devil white Our Townsmen since of Floods they must turn Skippers Will change their Religion too and so turn Dippers Now they dispute and no small Doubts propound Some say the Meadows swim some say theyâ—… drown'd And 't is disputed whether yea or no They are Ground Chambers still that overflow Their Hay is gone and some the Question start How't could be fetcht away without a Cart But these submit to the rest of Learned Team Who strong'st conclude it went away with Stream At last it is observ'd by all the Sages Who e'er set it on Work they pay the Wages One Hotspur storms and swears that he and 's Faction Will sue the Flood Trespass will â—…ear aâ—… Action Then thought on 's Lanlord whom he fears hath sent His Water-Bayliâ—… thus to drive for Rent Haycocks to Sea are driven where they 'l muster And make of Scylla Isles another Cluster Prize Till vampt with more such Wracks they grow a For some Columbus new Discoveries The Stakes stand firm though batter'd all the while These Pyramids are Proof against this Nile And might like Egypts Piles enjoy a Prime Wer 't but for fiercer Teeth than those of Time What neither Floods nor Age can Beasts will tear Our Beasts now starved lean like Pharoahs are Strange Skeletons for all the time of Flood They nothing had to chew but their own Cud And since alas no work for Syâ—…he or Sickle Poor Cattle all their Commons are in Pickle This sure must needs produce a Chap-faln Pallat When without Meat they only feed on Sâ—…llat But these we prize for most are sail'd away Who knows but to stock Hispaniola One Herd and 's Flock in one kind Hill found Mercy Like Liâ—…burn and his Wool in the Isle of Iersey A Barber 's close yet all would counter-bail Steept till the Corn grew Mault and Water Ale Had we the Gotham Policy and Luck to Hedge in the Water as they did the Cuckow But oh it soon retreats and the Ebb is more Disastrous to us than the Flood before The Fifth day lands us Shews each Man his Ground But so much Slime we can't see Ground for Ground The Flood 's a single Tyrant Bogs allow No scape Water and Earth both vex us now Till the Sun our Low-Countries purge and then Out-drink a Dutch-man draining of a Fen Till then our Trent is Acharon we dwell I' th' Stygian Lake the Netherlands are Hell Rivers are Nymphs they say something 's the matter Then sure with ours she cannot hold her Water Unless the Gossip th'Room's so on a Float Went drunk to Bed and spilt her Chamber-pot Howe'er since we 're deliver'd let there be From this Flood too another Epoche For Sleep REturn Grief's Antidote soft Sleep return Why do'st thy blithe Embrace adjourn Once more this Garrison of Sense surround It 's wild Exorbitances Pound Lock the Cinque-Ports the Centinels arraign Make Fractions in the Royal-Train 2. Sleep The Souls Charter Bodies Writ of Ease Reasons Reprieve Fancies Release The Senses Non-term Life's serenest Shore A smooth-fac't Death thick candied o'er Catastrophe of Care Time's balmy Close The Muses Eden and Repose 3. Sleep The Days Centre Nights Meridian Bright Meteor in the Sphere of Man A Grand Dictator in the Womb of Death Whilst the still returning Breath Sails through Fears Tears and Joysat once With quick Reciprocations 4. Sleep The firm cement of unravel'd Hours Night usher'd with Ambrosial Show'rs Days Phylactery with her Spangles crown'd Fancy snatch'd up at first Rebound Fancies Exchequer Natures younger Son Times other Iubilee begun 5. Sleep The Worlds Evensong Natures Anthem borâ—… Between the Lips of Night and Morn Heaven in a Mask Sunday's Parhelion Preface to th' Resurrection Nepent he kissing out the wheeling Light Darkness emparadiz'd Good Night Against Sleep BE gone Joy's Lethargy pale Fiend be gone Why this dull Fascination No more Life's Cittadel invade no more Ravish its Sallies o'er and o'er Gag the Broad Gates the Court of Guard Essoâ—… At these disjoynted thoughts rejoyn 2. Sleep The Souls Wardship but the Bodies Goal Reason's Assassine Fancies Bail The Senses Curfew Life and Loyal Breath Minâ—…'t small and blended into Death Joys Explicite unfathom'd Guâ—…f of time The Muses Fence and frozen Clime 3. Sleep The Night's Winter Shadow of a Dream A dark Fog rampant Horror's Theme Free Denizon of Darkness Blisses Wane An untrim'd Chaos Beauties Bane Youth 's Sepulchre a Parallel to Age A Negro fills Life's second Page 4. Sleep The Days Colon many Hours of Bliss Lost in a wide â—…arenthesis Life in an Extasie bound Hand and Foot Spirits entomb'd and Time to boot The Trump of Solitude a sprightly Flame Smother'd in Sables and made lame 5. Sleep The
him at odds God's reconciles them The Moon when she is Eclipsed is always in Opposition with the Sun The Soul will sin though she be at Enmity with God for 't But the Sun when he is Eclipsed is always in Conjunction with the Moon God will be Friends with Man though he purchase the Union with his Passion and seal the Covenant with his own Blood But that all things which concern the Passion may be miraculous wee 'l proceed in Method and restrain that to Order and Distinction which put Nature out of Frame and threatned the World with Confusion Consider then my Text like the Veil of the Temple rent in â—…wain 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 and 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 He was delivered for our Offenâ—…es nay 't is rent from top to th' bottom the same parts will serve for the Resurrection He rose again for our Iustification And well may my Text be divided by the Temple since our Saviour shadowed both parts of it under that Notion I will destroy this Temple and within three days I will build it again And now I begin with Simon of Cyrene to bear his Cross and labour as he did under the burthen The Death of the Cross all the Languages upon it cannot express it But we see the Sun better by looking into the Waters than by affronting his Beams The only way to comprehend the Sufferings of our Creator is by feeling the Pulse of the Creature What shall I say to the Convulsion of the Rocks The Lapidary tells you how the Compassionate Turcoise confesseth the Sickness of his Wearer by changing colour The whole Rocks suffered with our Saviour they were cleft and shall not this rend our stony hearts O that Deucalion's Men were not now a Fable Caucasus is supple in comparison of our Breasts Marble can weep whilst we are Pumices Moses his Rod will sooner fetch a River out of a Rock than a Tear from a Rebellious Sinner The Earthquake is the next Miracle Tremble thou Earth at the presence of the Lord at the presence of the God of Iacob She tottered under the Burden of so great a Sin She had lost the Author of her being and so might well be struck with a dead Palsie 'T is a good Observation of Aristotle that among all the absurd Opinions of the old Philosophers who held the Soul to be Fire some Air some Water none ever had so gross a Soul as to conceive it to be Earth O that in this case we were Earthy-minded That we were affected with this Religious Palsie Then should we see that Motus Trepidationis the Motion of the Heavens as well as the Earth We must work out our Salvation with fear and trembling But the Earth hath quaked so long till it hath awakened the Dead nor is it a wonder that the Dead live when Life it self can dye Heaven descends into the Bowels of the Earth and to make up the Anagram the Graves open and the Dust ariseth Thus were all things shuffled and Nature rung the Bells backwards as if every Creature desir'd to bear the Burden of our Saviour's Elegy Attendite videte Behold and see if ever there was sorrow like unto my sorrow Cyrus to be reveng'd of a River cut it into so many Channels that it lost its Name This is the way to allay a Grief to divide it into so many streams to pour it into other Bosoms but even this is denied to our Saviour The Sons of Zebedee do not now petition to drink his Cup They would not now be one on his right hand another on his left no he is crucified betwixt two Thieves The Quality of his Companions augments his Misery He was born among Beasts and doth he not dye so too Man without Understanding is like unto a Beast that perisheth Betwixt two Thieves You see Vice to Vertue is two to one Vertue is in the Centre Vice in the Circumference vast is the Circuit Universus orbis the whole World lies in Wickedness whilst Vertue like the Centre is but an Imaginary Point Thieves and well too Barabbas was too good for him now mark but their Election Not him â—…ut Barabbas But methinks his Crown might command a Distance but 't is a Crown of Thorns And if you consider well the Troubles annexed to 〈◊〉 Crown it may seem a Tautology Every Crown â—…s a Crown of Thorns See here Cruelty Quarterâ—…ng her Arms with Division Pseudo-Philippus â—…hat Counterfeit of the Macedonian King when â—…e was taken by the Romans had so much honouâ—…able Calamity indulg'd unto him Quod de eo tanâ—…uam de vero Rege triumpharetur They Crown â—…im but 't is for Sacrifice They never acknowâ—…edge him King of the Jews till upon the Cross â—…hat so his Title might set off his Misery The Answer to the Newark-Summons BUT that it argues a greater Courage to pass the Test of a Temptation uncorrupted than â—…ith a timorous Vertue to decline the Trial so â—…alous is this Maiden Garrison of sullying her â—…oyalty that she had return'd your Summons â—…ithout perusal Which rebound of your Letâ—…r as it were a laudable Coyness to preserve her â—…tegrity so it is the most compendious Answer 〈◊〉 what you propound For I hope you intend it â—…ther as a Mode and Formality to preface your â—…sign than with expectation of an Issue sutable 〈◊〉 your Demands You cannot imagine this unâ—…nted Newark which hath so stoutly defended her Honour against several intended Rapes should be so degenerous from her Virgin Glory as to admit the Courtship of either your Rival Nations Having therefore received a Letter subscribed with Competition of both Kingdoms she wonders not at your busie endeavour to divert her Trent since the Thames and Tweed with equal Ambition would crowd into her Channel Which Letter since it proceeded from a Committee and was directed after the same Garb as to a Committee-Governour by putting the Gentlemen and Corporation in equal Commission though the joyning us together was with Intention to divide us I shall in satisfaction of yours unanimously desire you to reflect upon the King's Letter lately sent to both Houses of Parliament where in a full Complyance with all their Desires upon the softest Terms and gentlest Conditions that ever Prince propounded he offers to disband all his Forces and dismantle his Garrisons To what end then do you demand that of the Steward whereof the Lord and Master makes a voluntary Tender In vain 〈◊〉 you court the Inferiour Streams when the Spring-head prevents your expectation It is our Duty to trace his Commands not to outstrip them Sâ—… that if Honour and Conscience would permit thâ—… Delivery meer Manners would retard us lest bâ—… an over-reaching speed we frustrate his Majestyâ—… Act of Grace and antedate his Royal Disposaâ—… I shall wave the Arguments wherewith you endeâ—…vour to evince our Consent I am neither to 〈◊〉 stroak'd into an Apostacy by the mention of faiâ—… Conditions in a misty Notion Nor to be