wrought by curious Chymistry To an Elixir to make thousands by The many-headed Antichristian-Beast With names of Blasphemy upon his brest Judas hayl Master with his loving Kiss The brazen Bull of cruel Phalaris All guests to fit Procustes Iron bed By stretching joynts or chopping off the head Whatever I have said describes it not But like as Hell is fanci'd fiery hot Th' eternal Mansions of damned Sprites As we pourtray by that which us affrights Just so the Covenant do I express By likening it to the pit bottomless Or to the Locusts which thence did arise With dreadful Strings Or to the fatal eyes Of that Serpentine Monster which can slay Only by sight yet still whate'er I say Ten thousand times comes short of that degree Of hellish Venom and Malignitie VVhich in the Solemn League by proof is found That Scotch-born Pest nourish'd in English ground VVhich hath devour'd alike both beasts and men Lands Houses Churches Castles surely when Grisly Abaddon with Destruction met That Sire and Damme this Goblin did beget Which to the life t' express doth pass my Skill Puzzles my Fancie and out-dares my Quill For beyond all that I can think or say It is Great Beezebub's ET CAETERA UPON The Detestable LIFE And Accursed DEATH OF OLIVER Lord PRO-TRAYTOR OF England Scotland and Ireland with the Dominions thereto appertaining HOw many wonders centre here in one Well may we call him Wonder 's Legion He 's Prodigies in gross a wholesale Pack Of strange Portents Amazements Almanack To think what first he was to what he grew Would startle Faith and non-plus Reason too No doubt but future Ages will suspect His Story yea had we not seen th' effect No Rhetorick could win us to believe Nay we might doubt our eyes did us deceive But that we also felt as well as saw The weighty load of his imperious Law God bless me when I look on him I fear As if some dreadful Comet did appear More frightful never was that blazing Star Whose flaming Tayl struck terrour near and far Nor could a flying Dragon scare me more Nor Thunderclaps which over head do roar Nor yet that rending Thunderbolt which falls Mingled with blasting Lightenings Fire-balls Such trembling horrour and amazement bring As that Vile Monster who destroy'd his King What is he dead No no it cannot be Can Lucifer taste of Mortalitie Rather the time expir'd he here should dwell And hence he went to play his pranks in hell Who can imagine him of mortal breed Hell's Off-spring onely durst act such a Deed. His Nose betray'd his Lin'age and did show His Pedegree th' infernal fire below As in a Landskip there was set to view VVhose frequent Pimples seem'd a Damned Crew Thus Hell was represented in his face Himself the Divell acted with such grace Who saw him took the Actor for the same Thus he and Satan differ'd but in name Some think an Incubus his Mother prest And while she bred him say she was possest Nor is 't improbable for that old Hagge Prov'd afterwards his Oracle would bragge Much of her cunning and some say would tell Of secret whispers in a private Cell No sooner was a Health drunk to his Nose But she as quickly could and did disclose Yet let his Sire be what he will we know That Lucifer he oft-times did out-do Some call him Jeroboam and pourtray Him and a ghastly Goblin both one way Turning blinde Fortune's VVheel to get a Crown Though Oliver put Jeroboam down He was to him a Saint two Calves of Gold Although he made his Crown thereby to hold Yet openly rebell'd seem'd what he was But Cromwel in the dark unseen did pass Step after step with gilded Perjury And with the most refin'd Hypocrisie All Jeroboam's sins he did commit And far out-strip'd him he a Kingdom split Rent it in twain but not to pieces broke Forsook his King but not with fatal stroke Murther'd him at his door nor was ingag'd To Rehoboam rather was inrag'd Against him for his fathers sake who sought His life but he by flight his safety wrought This villain to the death his King pursu'd More fierce then fiercest Tyger he inbru'd His hands in Sacred blood which to defend Oft he had sworn did the whole Kingdom rend From his Successor Jeroboam left Two Tribes to Davids Son Cromwel bereft His Sov'rains heir not only of his Crown But all his friends most proudly trampled down Rob'd him of all the comforts of his life And drew against him his blood-thirsty knife Instead of Golden Calves to be ador'd This daring English rebel well was stor'd With monstrous heresies which vented were Without coutrol all found protection here Old darkness was esteem'd both light and new Religions all were free except the true Oh! what a Zealous Sycophantick gang Hosanna sung what new Sects daily sprang The vilest Jeroboam chose for Priests Cromwel at this was expert and supprest All that were ablest who durst not comply With his designs were with contempt cast by Thus sects with us like the Egyptian swarms With humming musick dance to Cromwels charmes So that if now I should his name devise He should be Beelzebub the Lord of flies Old Holofernes one was pleas'd to call This rebel but beneath the mark did fall And yet did very well he level shot Aim'd at the white although he hit it not For that great Captain at his Kings command Led forth an hoast fell by a womans hand This monster rose in arms against his King And slighting vows to publick death did bring Nor would when summon'd unto death submit But sturdily strove to abate its writ Till Lucifer in blustring storms did come To ravish him perforce unto his doom Then did he yell howl blaspheme rave And four days respite humbly beg'd to have Then then this wretch unto his place did go There to eternity to suffer wo. Old Holofernes his Kings foes subdu'd To such who did submit he mercy shew'd Cromwel both King and all his friends brought under His native Country he did rod and plunder Jerusalem by force one did assault Vaux-like th' other in a secret vault By secret practises knew to delude And brought his Masters into servitude Better his own vile name then other may His more accursed qualities pourtray Henceforth let it serve for a Magick spell A spirit rais'd back to remand to hell And as a Bugbear froward children stills The trembling Scots his name with horror fills Dunbar and Worster fatal Proofes they found How well the Cov'nant thriv'd in English ground Our Covenanters learn'd to slay their King And on her knees their Kirke old Nol did bring He to their grief taught them and made them feel Their League was to be purg'd away with steel Now fie upon him Loon the Kirke did cry The League was gud he took it wickedly To rise in Arms our Covenant allows To root out Prelacy nor do our vows Forbid to sell our King this doth agree
Wise Nature humane Judgments to direct Plac't th' Index of our Minds in the aspect As here appeares For this Physiognomie Speaks Valour Witt and perfect Gallantrie Learning and loue of Arts So who this Looke Contemplates well will Read and like the Booke Select and choice POEMS Collected out of the LABOURS OF CAPTAIN George Wharton LONDON Printed for Joseph Blaiklock at the signe of the Turks Head in Ivy-Lane 1661. The continued Loyalty of that eminent Sufferer for the Good Old Cause of his Majesty Captain GEORGE WHARTON FRom the year 1642 untill the surrender of Oxford this Loyal-minded Person was actually in the Service of his late Royal Majesty of glorious Memory being sometimes Comptroller of his Majesties Train of Artillery and Captain of a Troop of Horse which he raised at his own costs and charges And then there being nothing more to be done the unhappy Wars now brought to a period he came to London upon the benefit of the Oxford-Articles where long he had not been but he was necessitated to drink deep of the Cup of sorrow providence had provided for the Royal Party being as himself in Hemer 1651. saith constantly at the pleasure of the then power subject to be turn'd out of Town to graze upon the Common clap't up in Prisons to study the generation of Nits and Lice or necessitated to such a Hellish kind of living as nothing but Bats and Owls and Cavaliers could possibly endure And he as having more enemies and those more mischievons then many other Persons of that Party was more narrowly searcht after and at the last viz. in 1648. by ill fortune discovered and when once in hold the famous Jayls of Newgate the Gatehouse and Windsour-Castle began to be as commonly known to him as if a Prison had been all the Portion he in this world could probably expect However once it was his good hap to escape and being at liberty he writ his Bellum Hibernicale Merlini Anglici Errata c. wherein he roundly and fearlesly corrected the errors of some that were the Parliaments hirelings to abuse the King and his Party under pretence of Astrology But Liberty being a thing too precious for him long to enjoy in those cloudy and Tyrannical times he was at length retaken and for ten or twelve yeers together was seldom half a year from being under restraint until this time of the happy Restoration of his glorious Majesty King CHARLS the Second unto his three Kingdoms of England Scotland and Ireland But notwithstanding his constant sufferings and their frequent imprisoning of his body his more noble part was always free and as he had opportunity he did signifie to the world his Loyal affections to His Sacred Majesty and his Cause in several Books of his which that the world may see there have been some men like sturdy Oaks that could never be shaken or brib'd to perjury I shall with other curious pieces of his wit present unto the Reader That the lively Copy of a truly Loyal subject may not be buryed in Oblivion but be brought to light afresh for the encouragement of others to persevere according to Allegiance in Loyalty Duty and Obedience IN his Loyal Almanack for 1650. being the next opportunity of the Press he had after the Bloody Murther of His sacred Majesty of blessed memory Charles the First he hath these several signal sparks of Loyalty following 1. He begins with Liber Lectori Touch me not Traytor For I have a Sting For all but such as love and serve the King I am no Temporist Nor can I brooke The Pocket of a Bradshaw Steel or Cooke Or any Regicide that liveth I Disdain all Harbours of Disloyalty VRANIA is Divine and to be clear I serve no Mortal but the CAVALIER If then thou be'st not one pray let me lie Until thou canst affect as well as buy 2. Vnder the Table of Kings c. having placed therein K. Charles the Second he writes Let such as Booker cringe unto a State And leave a Blank where I have rank'd a King 'T is far below my Quill to calculate The spurious birth of that prodigious thing For maugre all its Acts and damned Art Still Charles the Second's Monarch of my Heart 3. Vnder the Table of Terms c. Thus should the Terms begin and end if we Were not controll'd by Traytors Tyranny But since they may adjourn or vote them down My Rule 's not certain whilst they rule the Town 4. In January having put the Decollation of His Royal Majesty and the Arch-Bishop of Canterbury in Red Letters that the Cruelty of those Actions might more eminently appear he writes Behold those Crimson Veins England lament Nay curse the Authors of thy Dismal Fate But doat no longer on a Parliament Nor be ambitious to be hight a State Since in this Month those Tyrants hewed down In Laud the Mitre in blest Charles the Crown 5. In February Lo here again two Martyrs on a tree Burleigh and Beaumont basely put to death That for attemping's Soveraign to free This that he would not Saintlike break his faith Look to it Wild and Lambert there 's a season Heav'n will revenge this blood reward your treason 6. In March Yet yet the thirsty Saints howle out for blood Brave Capel Cambridge Holland all must die The first 'cause he for 's King and Country stood They 'cause they would and yet would not comply They found thy mercy and fair-quarter Flat cruelty But Capel is the Martyr 7. In April The lofty Saints their prowess now to show And make their fame float with the spreading main Vouchsafe this month to let great London know They durst encounter boyes as well as men For lyon-like th'apprentices they slay But what cannot resist is Asses prey 8. In May. Now wise and noble Strafford Yeomans Bowcher And Kemish in cold blood resign to fate The Surrey suppliants too they basely Butcher As trivial objects of their rage and hate Their blood cries still aloud may it do so Till Hea'vn avenge it on his barb'rous fo 9. In June The Loyal Kentishmen are Murdred next They would petition for and have a KING What disobedient things were they that vext And so distuâ—b'd the States new-modelling Petitioning's the birth-right of the Saints They must be heard but will hear no complaints 10. In July So Tompkins Challoner and that brave soul Francis Lord Villiers in this month expir'd The cause the Kings A crime most deadly foul 'Gainst those pure creatures wâ—ich the Crown aspir'd Nor do those Saints distinguish cruelty 'T is Justice right or wrong how e'er we dy 11. In August Who loves true worth and grutcheth it to pay A tear for valiant Lucas and stout Lisle Or why behoves it not that pray Their blood may not submerge this sinful Isle His Mercy 's murder honour breach of trust Good God reward him as he 's base thou Just 12. In
W' are all reform'd and free as we were born Almost as naked too much more forlorn The times are tyrannous not men for they Have brought to pass what men b' asham'd to say But if one truth may slip my harmless Pen Times would be better had we better men 9. In July Sweet are the Sippets of a Diadem Shall Foraigners invade us or we them Victors but once grown bouzy with success Dream of nought else but Gold and Gloriousness But we are lowly minded and despise All earthly substance being heavenly-wise 10. In September What fine new-nothing's this that I espy A Sect a Schisme or a Heresie Or shall I Nick-nam't a Religion Say No 't relishes the sober water-way Yet wants no fire to make the spirit beat Nor bucksome creatures to allay the heat 11. In October Must Treasurers account 't is fit they do They shall in time make satisfaction too But those and other pious cheats we have Can quote us Scripture why they play the knave Religion is a cloak for all deceit And shrowds designs that be of greatest weight 12. In November Ho Presbyterians Prick up your Ears Advance your Troops of jealousies and fears Summon your Elders in their several Classes The Covenanters Directory-Asses And tell me now your bloud breath's nigh spent Where 's one dares Fight for King and Parliament 13. In December A blessing on the Commonwealth Affairs May that green Lady never know gray Hairs Let 's on with courage and resolve to do Whate'er necessity compels us to So long as God's with us what need we fear Whose turn it is to reign another year In his Ephemeris 1655. I find these several excellent Poems following 1. Over the Feasts Lo here the sacred Saint-offending days Religion's outward worth and splendent rays Old truth's strong evidence motives to zeal Rich badges of a Christian Commonweal Fair Hieroglyphicks of what we profess ' Live shadows of eternal happiness Lasting Records on earth wherein even they That w'ont be drawn to hearken what we say May by observing only what we do Read our Belief and reading do so too 2. Over the Table of Kings Here 's yet the Regal Table who can tell But 't may by thus long prostitution swell Under the Table of Kings How Tyrants all what glory is 't to be Accounted Gods if Gods of Tyranny 'T is strange your conquests were not claim enough Yet ours of one another Gospel-proof Either your Titles to the Crown were good Or ours so mystical not understood 3. Over the Table of Terms Away to Westminster and do not fear We will indulge ye yet another year Under the Table of Terms Go to brave Hero's and Abridge the Law Teach in Epitome to Hang and Draw Make Magna Charta speak us Lilburn-free That Treason which is writ without a T. Correct old Littleton and Print him New The Sword 's one tenure more he never knew 4. In January Rythm you whose measures charm you better luck I must be mute my Muse is Planet-struck Her fancie 's fetter'd and her Ink is froze Complaint is made her Pen's too broad at Nose I 'll to the VVoods and find some Satyr out There 's now no fellow to the Cloven-foot 5. In May. The Pole's perplexed and the German dreads The horned Moon should pierce the Eagle's heads Goths Huns and Vandals once had greatest power The Tartars and the Turks have now much more If then success be it which best depaints A glorious Cause Turks are the only Saints 6. In September From th' honour of our ill-begotten Peers From the sowre batch of jealousies and fears From flouds of Orphans and poor VVidows tears From twice-six other over-redious years Good Lord deliver us The Number Three Hath always in it some high mystery 7. In December Now Falcifer Gradivus doth oppose Then through the Virgin Hobling backward goes Hence th' waters are corrupted Fishes die The earth is barren a mortality Afflicts the Land Mars rageth up and down Not quiet with nor yet without a Crown In Hemerose 1656. are to be read these incomparable Pieces of Learning and Ingenuity 1. I shall present you with his Chronologie it being the last in Verse and the most compleat of all his others SInce all things were of God created good Years 5605 Since Noah ascended th' Ark t' avoid the flood Years 3949 Since God the Promise made to Abraham Years 3583 Since th' Israelites from Egypts bondage came Years 3153 Since Solomon the Temple finished Years 2669 Since King Zedekias a Captive led Years 2246 Since JESUS of the blessed Virgin born Years 1656 Since for Mans sins he suffered death and scorn Years 1623 Since Caesar's force the Britains overthrew Years 1708 Since hence the Rav'nous Roman Eagle flew Years 1232 Since first the Saxons stept on English ground Years 1201 Since here the Danes the like advantage found Years 824 Since Norman William Britain over-powr'd Years 590 Since Maud the English-Saxon Blood restor'd Years 551 Since second Henry Ireland first assayl'd Years 483 Since our first Edward hence the Jews expell'd Years 365 Since Tyler's Highness would the Throne ascended Years 274 Since he his life with his Rebellion ended Years 274 Since Guns those mortal engines first were found Years 276 Since Printing made the world with books abound Years 213 Since Protestants by Luther first so nam'd Years 127 Since Loiola the Jesuites Order fram'd Years 116 Since Ket and 's followers seduc'd the Nation Years 108 Since hang'd upon the Tree of Reformation Years 108 Since Kentish Wiat rose against Queen Mary Years 102 Since with Spain's Philip she did intermarry Years 102 Since London streets by Coaches first molested Years 101 Since Scotland with Geneva-trash infested Years 99 Since lightning last consumed Paul's high spire Years 95 Since all the Heav'ns appeared on a fire Years 82 Since Piercy and great Nevil's Insurrection Years 87 Since Gresham Colledge and th' Exchange erection Years 85 Since Drake surrounded this our Globe of strife Years 79 Since pious Gresham did exchange this life Years 77 Since Saint Domingo ransack'd was by Drake Years 71 Since then the Spaniards did not fight but quake Years 71 Since Zutphen-siege our famous Sydney slew Years 70 Since Scotch Queen Mary bid the world adieu Years 69 Since boasting Spain's Armado overthrown Years 68 Since th' Indian Weed was first in England known Years 65 Since daring Drake and noble Hawkins di'd Years 61 Since Cheapside-Cross most richly beautifi'd Years 60 Since Cales was from the Spaniards stoutly torn Years 60 Since CHARLES the first to grief sorrow born Years 56 Since Learned JAMES the English Crown possest Years 54 Since he th' Allegiance Oath upon us prest Years 54 Since Fate reveal'd the Puny Powder-Plot Years 51 Since first rejoyc'd for now regarded not Years 50 Since Fred'rick Count arriv'd on English earth Years 44 Since we bewail'd Heroick HENRY's death Years 44 Since here last Christianus Denmarks King Years 42 Since Middleton's
stars which glide along this Sphere Yet Greatness without Goodness I disdain A spungie head full ill becomes a Peer Persons of honour should have Princely parts No empty Cock-lofts or deceitful hearts 11. In May. I reverence Justice on the meanest seat She was a vertue once though now a wonder I like sweet words intended not to cheat And works of Mercy not too far asunder But cruelty how that would make me swagger Were it not common both to Sword and Dagger 12. In June I love the Ministry all but the name That Motly and promiscuous Appellation Which mingleth Dung-hill Dirt with Austin's Fame With holy Writ pretended Revelation Give me the Priest disdains to tell a Lye That Priest who date for his Religion die 13. In July I like the Comm'nalty that Sov'raign Pow'r Whilst not to Faction or Revenge dispos'd But Commons over-stinted or too sowre Are best improved when they are inclos'd VVho gives a Giddy-Multitude the Reins O'erwhelms the State betrays his want of Brains 14. In August I own the Camp where Gallantry commands VVhere Arts and Arms advance their awful Grests But wish the Cramp befall such Victors hands As cannot conquer their ambitious Brests Success enlarges Mens desires nay more It breeds some thoughts they dream'd not on before 15. In September I hug the Souldier dreads no violent end For stoutest men such fortune often have It is the cause not mode of death shall send Us glorious or inglorious to the Grave He who 'll avoid a shameful death must run The danger of a brave one and 't is done 16. In October I fancie well our great Metropolis She harbours store of Men and store of Riches There is no sounding of that vast Abyss What wonder then if London weare the Breeches Yet must this Darling now and then untruss Correction keeps her most Obsequious 17. In November But O the Country free from jarring-strife Where Plants and Flow'rs abound with Eloquence Where ev'ry Hedge and Tree doth breathe new Life Where pratling Birds do captivate my sense There I sequestred from the world abide And if needs must there I 'll be crucifi'd 18. In December Thus in an humour purely innocent I add one year more to a careful Age No more of this till freed from my Restraint I cannot chant like Birds within a Cage Yet know I have although my aim's not high Seleucus-like an Anchor on my thigh 19. His Conclusion Thus have our melting eyes England beheld With smooth-fac'd Peace and wanton Plenty swell'd Into a Monster so unweildly grown Her own vast weight depress'd her Princely Crown A brutish War tore Church and State asunder Fool'd us with fears fill'd all the world with wonder The fairest Stars losing their sacred light And chearful day turn'd into drowzie night Th' Antipodes true Mirrour of the Cause Reacted through three Nations with applause But EXIT OLIVER whilst yet we lend Our Patience till the PLAY be at an end Lastly In Kalendarium Ecclesiasticum 1660. We meet with these several excellent and true Verses And although they be fresh in each Man's Memory the Year being but newly begun yet they being the works of the same Author I adjudge it convenient to insert them here they being not most unworthy the company of the rest 1. Under the Regal Table Where 's now the Sultan What remorsless Star Remov'd that famous Idol Oliver Unwelcome Death But what flint-hearted Fate That Mushrom-Prince his Son Our glorious State Thus then we see what luck Protectors have A restless Life or ignominious Grave 2. Under the Table of Terms Lo here 's a Trade surpasseth all the rest No change annoys the Lawyers interest His Tongue buys Lands builds Houses without toyl The Pen's his Plough the Parchment is his Soil Him storms disturb not nor Militia-Bands The Tree roots best that in the weather stands 3. In January And is He gone indeed then farewel He Farewel to all our New Nobility Good-night Illustriousness adieu old Joan The Kitchen better fits you then a throne Lay ' side your Purple and your Robes off cast Play'rs are but Princes while the Play doth last 4. In February About my Muse and try if thou can'st find What pow'rful Charm rais'd that prodigious wind Some dis-affected Conjurer I trow Did long to hear what News there was below But others think the Devil was matched so His breath grew short and so was forc'd to blow 5. In March But where be those fine Juglers did Address Such sugred Phrase such smooth Obsequiousness That vow'd to live and die with Richard yet Ne'er blemisht when they saw his glory set Such Hypocrites run with the stream of things And will keep Time whatever Dance begins 6. In April O for a Besom now to sweep the House And rid the Palace both of Fox and Goose Some choice Perfumes withal would be design'd Ill Spirits ever leave ill sents behind And when 't is cleansed and things sweeter grown Great Berecynthia's Sons go claim your own 7. In May. What 's to be done now all are grown so wise And our fore-Fathers wisdom counted Lies Were all the many Ages that are past Mistaken until this un-erring Last Good God! how sped they shall none saved be But Schismaticks Then what becomes of me 8. In June But 't is the mode Come come let 's all comply There 's no firm footing on integrity For having said and done all what we can The Pliant Willow is the precious Man Whose Oaths of one day though of fair pretext Vail to an inspiration of the next 9. In July Down then with Tythes they are a burthen great For which the Parson never soundly sweat Yet let 's remember maugre all new light He that detains them robs God of his right And though to him the tenth we should not pay The Publicans will sweep it all away 10. In August Let 's say the Clergy by what need we Priests Or Ministers w' are all Evangelists The Bible's English thank the Bishops for 't The Spirit 's in us why not we exhort Yet let 's beware before we farther boast And think who 't was receiv'd the Holy-Ghost 11. In September Let 's sell the Church and Colledge-Lands Away With humane Learning that 's but for a day Down with the Steeple-houses melt the Bells And own no Metal but what 's in our selves But stay first let us learned Spelman read And then perhaps we may abhor the deed 12. In October Let 's tear our Ribbons burn our Richer Laces VVear Russet and contrive bewitched faces With Thee and Thou let us go quack a while And cheat the world in Quakers garb and stile But do not trust 'em more then well befits Th' are Presbyterians run besides their wits 13. In November Or were they not yet fool not over-fast For this Religion too shall flag at last Naylor himself will never for it burn Nor let us use 't but for our present turn On such