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Farewell myter, or, Canterbwies meditations and Wrenn's syllogismes also the divels moane for the discontent of his servants and assistants, and his epitaphs upon each of their burials : together with his chronicles for their hereafter memories, inserted the 13 day of the moneth Tridemiter, according to the infernall collateration ... / by Richard Newrobe.
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FAREWELL MYTER OR CANTERBURIES MEDITATIONS AND WRENN's Syllogismes ALSO The Divels moane for the discontent of his Servants and Assistants and his Epitaphs upon each of their Burials Together with His Chronicles for their hereafter Memories inserted the 12. day of the moneth Tridemiter according to the Infernall Collateration peccandi An. Dom. MDCCCXCV Looke in and view Supposed yet true Composed for you By RICHARD NEWROBE Printed for William Larnar in the Yeare 1641. CANTERBURIES Meditation THe Method of my griefes and sad aspect of all my present miseries would fill a volume I have studied long to bring the types thereof to a Compendium but cannot in respect that every member in a Sympathie doth beare a fellow feeling and the heart that same most glorious contriver and my intellect that comprehensive compasser are both struck dumbe as dimme with the too much Sun-shine of my former Fortunes compared with these my intollerable and insupportable distresses The Ayre seemes now infected the Skyes lookes pale me thinks as if the Greene sicknes had ascended from earth to those Sublymer Creatures the winde blowes and whispers nothing but the newes of a chill and cold guilt which like qualmes possesse and overcome my vitall parts The peoples curse and dayly exclamations against me nay the very sencelesse creatures me thinkes I heare them bleate and bellow forth my condemnatory sentence O what an agony am I in what a feare possesseth my soule and what a distraction do I suffer when I view and but peruse my former devises the Plots of my head the thoughts of my heart and the workes of my hands labours of my feete using all diligence Manibus pedibusque to subvert true Religion and plant that ruinating grub of Popish superstition there is no member free no part of the body uncorrupt but hath joyned in the advancing these my impious intentions onely the neck faulty too for supporting so pernitious a head-peece then breake neck or nothing for I am a cripple the first gradation that I ever made shewed the unfortunate progresse of the future and ensuing wounds and disgraces I have since received my seeking divisions in the Church produced this effect that whatsoever was Ceremonious was then presently called Canterburian Schismes what for outward ornament accusations in Church Government this the first a wound yea a great one to my good name since when I have received ten times as many in my body insomuch as I am almost become leprous and a very masse of distemperature my perswasions and attayning an Army against SCOTLAND where being too valiant or rather too violent in persuing so unjust and petnitious a Warre I received the first ingredient to my overthrow being shot with a Scotch Pistolett in the Eare I never since could heare good of my selfe and striving to overcome them it proved so farre contrary They bruised my head whilst I scarce bruised their heeles This my first Wound in so dangerous a place not well looked into festred and so converted to an Imposthume FOr fearing least it should prove fatall in respect my best Phisitions gave Counsell to refraine disdiscourse least the organs of the eares being penetrated would be offended thereby there being a company of talkative companions gathered together in a Parliament as neere as unnecessary to me that lay still babbling that I was forc't to attend whether I would or noe who so scrapt and exulcerated my wound that I resolved to breake it up which I perform'd notwithstanding in the conflict I received a wound of a City dart in the bosome the head thereof being loose and a forker stayed behind to the endangering of my whole body For I never sneeze and say God helpe me halfe so oft as they the Devill take me they make an Estridge of me ever since feeding me with Iron that I feare in the conclusion will stick in my throat and choake me I have swallowed many pils since of their making which have wrought wonderfully and had not my body beene of a strong constitution I had purged my selfe as leane as a rake since that they have forc'd me to be let blood of a new Parliament contrary to my Physitians advice and their Surgions being vnskilfull or else to skilfull for me prickt not onely the Veyne but the Artery insomuch that I am more distressed then a pumickled prisoner being not able to stirre hand or foote to help my selfe I must nevertheles commend their care for one thing for convaying me to so safe custody for I feare me if I had beene left to the wilde multitude in stead of being Coached I had been carted and instead of being Canoniz'd I had been Anatomiz'd long since O the griefe and sorrow that doth attend me in these my distresses and the miserable paines I endure in these my nominated wounds My Physitians have now left me my friends failed me I have but one hope of cure and but one meanes which is a balsome from his holinesse upon whom I am resolved to depend and settle my whole expectation VVRENN'S SYLLOGISMES THe Chorus of my former Blisses are The onely Comforts in my Lenten fare The Liberties I once enjoy'd proud Fate Hath turned to a Prison dismall hate Had nere such power on my decaying Soule That fils my heart with sorrow mind with dole The Pope I honour'd once when as the wheele Of my unconstant Fortune 'gan to reek Fearing the turne I made the Pope my friend That if it fell to him I might ascend In such sublime an Honour such a Blisse As I expected Is all turn'd to this A pris'ner now poore WREN is in a cage Alas poore Bird sing act on every Stage Well sith 't is so and t will no better be I le singe my Wings though clipt I cannot â—â—ee The Fryer was deceiv'd the wench it'h Well He nere sung out nor I mee out of Hell HAile holy Father I thee blesse And still adore thy Holinesse Never wanton Bird would flye Unto thee willinger then I Thou grand POPE my chiefe delight Canst not ayd me in my flight Help there 's none More's my mone Sith 't is so I le nere forsake Thee till the Divell both us take The Hereticks say I 'm his due If he takes me hee 'l nere misse you We need not feare nor wind nor weather If that we goe to Hell together Help there 's none More's my mone The DIVELS Moane Or the discontent of his Servants and Assistants and his Epitaphs upon each of their Burials For CANTERBURY I Le CANTER-Masses at thy Buriall LAVD all thy former Workes besides â—e shall Whilst thou dost lie on Earth below in Hell At thy departure tole thy Passing-Bell All men shall say here lies great PLUTO's Brother When he is gone nere looke for such an other For WRENN OVr dearest Bird who neâ—â— desir to feed On better food then on Division-seed Wee have provided for thee in our Cell Variety of Food rare Fruits of Hell All men shall say This Marble Tomb doth cover My Friend on Earth all godly Workes Reprover I account these Honours not sufficient for you my deare Servants but intend likewise for your hereafter Memory to Chronologize the same amongst my Records of Acheronta I have given order to Diaholicus my Secretary who hath drawne it up in this manner In the Yeare Schismaticus 1944 our two Vicegerents upon Earth laudable LAVD and pernicious WRENN shewed themselves diligent for the advancing of Impiety bringing in of Schismes animating Sects loving of evill doing no good to our Honour whose Reward is as yet behind in our Eternitie FINIS