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The second advice to the painter.
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Wing S2255A; Interim Tract Supplement Guide 839.m.22[5]
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THE SECOND ADVICE TO THE PAINTER NOw Painter try if thy skil'd hand can draw The horrid'st Scene the trembling world ere saw Wipe all the Pencills that the former drew In dismal colours dip 'um all anew Colours that may in lively parts express The plotted fall of Monarchs in a dress May fright the World from Crimes we can't atone With our best bloods and Christians blush to own But let me first advise you ere you take This work in hand a small reflection make On all that 's hainous Murthers Treasons Fires Deaths in all shapes and rapines hot desires Of Murthering Kings I tremble to reherse A tottering world and sinking Universe Think well on these ere you begin your part 'T will heighten fancy and affect your heart In th' upper part of all the Canvas paint His Holyness the Pope that mighty Saint Old Sathan his associate too must stand Behind his chair to guide his heart and hand Draw him stuck round with all the toyes that come From the grand Mint of lies old foppish Rome Bulls Dispensations Pardons all the baits He lays for the dull crow'd the Book of rates Will be convenient too that t'every sin The value may be known pray cram that in Draw him dispersing with a bounteous hand For horrid ends the treasure of his Land Dispensing with false Oaths or any thing So that they 'l Murther Charles Great Brittains King Poor fool to think the guardian of his throne Is grown as dull and sensless as his own No proud Impostor noâ— thy hand 's too short To reach his head or make his fall thy sport Next draw proud France and his ambitious hope Of being mighty cringing to the Pope 'T is not his zeal to him or to those laws That cheat the world that his affection draws 'T is int'rest mighty int'rest bears the sway He dares not though he 's willing disobey Base Prince and foolish too your self you cheat When on such terms as these you would be great You feast your sences secure at costly rates That nothing else can serve but dellicates Dipt in the blood of Princes Deaths of Kings In your opinion are but vulgar things Had thirst of Empire sway'd a generous soul These base low tricks cou'd never sure controul But to a minde so firm on mischief bent No generous thoughts or honour could prevent The meanest actions Princes should be true And act on principles of honour too Then they are Sacred to the world and ought To be adored then disrespect's a fault But when from base degenerate they are grown The vulgar hurl'um headlong from the throne Go on vile Prince in all these acts and try How soon your Crown will fade your Empire dye By your example your own Subjects teach To strike at Empires and at Scepters reach And may their first attempt be on thy head Dethrone thee first of all then strike thee dead Now Painter to our Subjects dip thy pen In black in horrid black yet once agen For when a Subject from a King revolts Conspires his death and thinks these things no faults The scene must needs be horrid first begin With Bellasis and his foul and grateful sin Draw him a monster in as foul a dress As ere your heart can think or hand express Long did he in his Princes bosom lie One would have thought void of all Treachery For what base man but he could ere conspire To set that house wherein he lives on fire Who could such Treason harbour in his breast ' Gainst th' best of Princes and to him the best The other Lords must on the Stage be led Drawn each man with halter on his head And dagger in his heart that so in vain Where with they strove to stab their Soveraign Base Rebells do you thus your Prince reward Have you no Honour left or no regard T' his Clemency which some of you I know Have tasted or y' had di'd for 't long ago Had he been cruel or Tirannick grown You had more reason to usurp his Throne But to a Gratious and Obliging Prince 'T is past all hopes of pardon or defence Now Painter draw me Hell in all its heat Let sulphurous flames and dismal darkness meet And in the hottest place as best befits Draw Stayly Coleman and the Jesuits Let 'um indure the flaming brimstone rage Those bloody Trayterous miscreants of our age Those were the men design'd O horrid act Nay were resolved too to commit the fact Base Rebells don't you know that Heavens high hand Has still kept safe the Monach of our Land And cou'd you think to move our Scene and do What Heavens great Lord had nere consented to Burn on vile wretches think well on these things What Treason is what 't is to Murther Kings Now draw in all his Majesty and State Our Soveraign Prince just rising from his Fate Pray paint him laughing at the follies done By th' Pope and France his most unchristian Son Prithy Old fellow prithy tell me why Old England should so much disturb thy Eye Is it because we do not dote like you And worship all your Saints we never knew If these Old man our aggravations be Know we defy thy Mallice Imps and thee To the KING WElcome great Prince to Life agen at least welcom from dangers which we hope are ceast Dangers which lately hover'd o're your head Threatning to strike your rising Glory dead The Cloud 's blown over and the mists away Portend the rising of a glorious day May still your Saored Majesty give Law To all your Kingdoms keeping them in aw May your bright Crown as beauteous rays disperse As any Monarchs of the Universe FINIS