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Select and choice poems collected out of the labours of Captain George Wharton.
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Wharton, George, Sir, 1617-1681.
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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
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