what had surely it befell Viz. All Protestants that therein dwell Oh! that this time allotted me Whereon depends my Eternity May tend to extirpate Popery May I therein do all such things As may Attone the King of Kings Which is the thing true comfort brings And likewise warn poor England yet In this dark day e're it be too late To avoid both French and Popish State And may it as one Man oppose It self to Ruin by its Foes And strive to save it self from Threat and Woes May now my Soul lie down in Peace And ne're hereafter may it cease To praise the God of Infinite Grace Pl. What long Harangues Sir have you madâ— You 've made me by 'em quite afraid To Persevere in what I said I do confess likewise that I Concern'd was much i' th Villany For which I am Condemn'd to Die And that from Popish Treachery England was like Reduc'd to be To French and Romish Tyranny But this I always took for Truth That what comes out o' th' Churches Mouth Is Oracle from North to South And when I knew the Church had given Power to go on with the Old Leaven I thought it surely come from Heaven But now I doubt I was mistaken And fear Rome Babel will be shaken If England throughly awaken I am in Truth in doubt we shall E're long receive a lasting fall Ne're more to vex the World at all And though I Dye o' th' Church of Rome Yet I believe those things will come Upon her which will be the Final Doom Fitz. Sir If you do these things Believe Your self you wretchedly deceive If that you quickly don 't receive The Protestants Religion 's good Which I almost Conform to cou'd But for my having sought their Blood Pl. If then Sir you are not convinced Which is the Right pray do not mince it But leave to Time for to evince it And let us hearttly both joyn And in our Prayers now combine I' th' words of the ensuing Line Both. May God long Bless the King we Pray And all Plots 'gainst him still bewray Popish and Factious and let all Men lay Amen The Answer of Coleman's Ghost to H. N's POETICK OFFERING Rise Nevil Rise and do not punish me With the vain sight of your Idolatry You may with equal Reason call upon The good Saint Iâ—arus or Phaeton Who do the Sacred Name deserve as far As some who blush in Roman Kalendar With like Ambition I design'd to know No other Triumphs but of things below And rather labour'd how there might be given French Crowns postponing all the Crowns of Heaven Favour'd in this because kind Heaven declines My high Intrâ—gues and baffles my Designs None with more covetous Zeal pursu'd our Cause Or fell a more due Sacrifice to Laws In that sad day when strangled Life expir'd And the just flames my bloody Limbs requir'd Whilst my hot Soul in hasty flight retires From Tyburns only Purgatory Fires Immortal shapes crowd on in Troops to view My Plotting Soul and stopt me as I flew Such Spirits who Incarnate ever mov'd In their By-Paths and never quiet lov'd The Cunning Machiavel drew near and fear'd Screek't aâ— the sight of me and disappeard Shewing how weak all human Plots are laid Where Hopes and Souls have always been betray'd Scylla and Marius wondring at our Crimes Pityed the near misfortune of our times Sigh'd at those streams of blood which were to run And curst our Tables of Proscription Fierce Cataline our Villany decry'd To whom the bold Cethegus soon reply'd How New Rome imitates and yet exceeds In dire Conspiracies our puny deeds Great Caesars Ghost with Envy lookt on me That for Romes sake I aim'd at more than he To Conquer all the Isles of Britanny Yet blam'd the Cruelties which were to come From that Dictator which now reigns at Rome Spiritual Dictator who more controuls Than he and claps his Fetters on our Souls He told me old Romes Walls had longer stood If Romulus had spar'd his Brothers blood And that Romes happiness grew always worse When it resembled the fierce Wolf its Nurse Ah my good Friend how clearly do I find In this new State the faults of human kind Nothing procures so high a place above As Universal Charity and Love Infus'd and manag'd by the Heavenly Dove Heav'n is quiet Kingdom which we call Your injur'd Scriptures true Original There no false Comments on the Text appear Nor must Trents Swurioâ—s Council domâ—â—eer Sometime with me dear Nevel you must grant The Church Triumphant to be Protestant If against them on Earth Romes Malice thrives 'T is not Romes Cause prevails but their ill Lives So Babylon of old vext Israel And wicked Men raise Enemies from Hell As once on Earth I did your good attend So now for Love I am your Ghostly Friend Let your Soul hate all bloody ways and things To subvert States and Laws to murther Kings Or you are sure to equal my disgrace And without Mercy you may name your place A Dialogue between the POPE and the TURK Concerning the Propagation of the Catholick Faith POPE HAil mighty Monarch by whose aid I hope I shall subdue And for the future make afraid The whole Heretical Crew You will both wise and grateful prove While you with me combine Who always have shew'd you my love And now your good design TVRK What mean these ambiguities With which to me you come Is th' Oracle of doubtful lies From Delphos gone to Rome Your kindness I ne're understood Whatever you pretend To him to whom you ne'er did good How can you be a Friend POPE Ungrateful Man do you forget How I did once betray The Grecian-Empire which as yet Your Scepter doth obey I did the Greeks to Florence call And kept them there with me And you were Master made of all Before we could agree TVRK This manifests your wickedness And makes your cause yet worse I see no reason you to bless Though Greece hath cause to Curse You prove your Treachery indeed But not your love to me You 'd ne're have helpt me in my need If they 'd submitted t' ee POPE I think I stood your Friend good Sir When Iames did aspire I both did keep him Prisoner And poyson'd him for hire Then against France 't was I did send For your victorious Arms With promise that I would defend Your Kingdoms from all harms TVRK Two Hundred Thousand Florens when You did my Brother's work You had The Benefactor then Was not the Pope but Turk 'T is true me once you did invite Your int'rest to advance Not cause you lov'd me but for spite Against the King of France POPE Though still Ingratitude you pay For kindnesses good store If you 'l be rul'd I 'le on you lay One obligation more I 'le raise your Empire yet so high That you shall straitway yield That I pull down and only I Do Monarchies rebuild TVRK For all your talk I still do fear That while you make a
World Where Conscience stands and stares them in the face Shewing a Table of Eternal Brass In which in noted Characters are wrot Their whole lifes crimes which living they forgot With Conscience these have an Eternal strife And Curse the vain delusive Dreams of Life With torment now their crimes read o're and o're And waking see they did but Dream before Too late and than too late what Plague is worse They see their folly and themselves they Curse They Curse themselves because they did believe And doubtly Curse those who did them deceive When to the fatal Scaffold I was brought I said and did what I was bid and laught Tho' Conscience said I did not what I ought Stoutly the Guilt as I was bid deny'd And for the Cause I Rome's great Martyr dy'd I that Religion then esteemed good And gladly would have seal'd it with my Blood Because I then no better understood Let not the World to vain delusions flye I did for Treason not Religion dye Tho' on the Scaffold I would not confess My Ghost alas too late can do no less Let all Complotters warning take by me The World we may delude but God doth see Tho' what we did should never come to light It can't be hid from the Almighty's sight Give God the Glory and confess your Crime Confess your horrid Treason while you 've time Publick Confession shews you do Repent And is the best way to grow Innocent I see too late I have been led astray And by Error far from Truth was led away For that Religion never can be good That would erect it self by Humane Blood I pin'd my self upon anothers sleeve And blindly I did as the Church believe What my delusive Guides did bid me do That I believ'd was Holy Just and True With Zeal I acted and hop'd for Applause Of Men and Heaven in so good a Cause But Oh! I sigh and now my Airy Ghost Shivers to think what Blessings I have lost The broadway to Destruction then I took And Vertues Road my blinded Zeal mistook But you my Friends who yet are left behind Now to your selves and to your Souls be kind Open her Eyes and be no longer blind Pry my sad End do you your Errors find Confess your Crimes before it be too late Confess confess before you yield to Fate Before from Life and from the World you go Before that you descend to Shades below Before your Souls taste of Eternal Woe Truth cannot Dye it stronger is than Death Remains when Mortals have resign'd their breath To amazed Souls with Conscience she appears To aggravate and to encrease their fears Confess her while you live though drawn to Sin Repentance with Confession doth begin Believe no longer that accursed Brood Who on the Necks of Kings have proudly trod Nor him who thinks himself an Earthly God Those Hectoring Jesuits who so Zealous be Who think to Rule the World by Policy Who to the Gallows seem with joy to come To be the Martyrs and the Raints of Rome When Life is fled and they are gon from hence In tumbling down are waked into Sense Where all amaz'd and wondring where they 've bin They howl and cry and wish to Dye agin Beware I say be fool'd no longer here For Rhadamanthus is a Judge severe Hark! I am call'd I must descend below But let me Prophesie before I go See the bright Starâ— which o're your Heads doth shine I can as well as Gadbury Divine What the bright stream of Radient Light doth mean Which every Night so frequently is seen Hear me O Rome though in your Cause I dy'd Nigh is the setting of your Pomp and Pride That Star doth shew that day is near at hand That Rome no longer shall the world command And many Years it hath not now to stand By that bright stream which still points to the East The Everlasting Gospel's Light 's exprest Which just is breaking forth and doth bespeak That its most Glorious Day 's about to break When Peace and Truth and Righteousness shall stand Everlasting Pillars set in every Land And Christ in Power alone the world command Then shall the world shine with Eternal Glory And Perhaps may then leave PVRGATORY The Ghosts of Edward Fitz Harris and Oliver Plunket who were Executed at Tyburn for High Treason c. Fitz Harirs I Groan and Languish to Relate My Countries present Case and State Which now lies under pressures great I have been in my time a Thing That would have done ought 'gainst the King Whereby I Popery in might bring I Boggled not Shams to devise Whereby to charge upon with Lies The Presbyterians Plotting Guise Tho' they in Truth for ought I knew Had naught under design or view But what was Loyal Just and True In order this Sham-Plot to vent I a damn'd Libell did invent 'gainst both the King and Government Plunket Tush Fellow Martyr Tush I say You do what misbecomes your way Rome's Plottings if you do betray For what Man ever think you got A Pardon for being in the Plot That to the last deny'd it not Or ever heard you was there one That was o' th Roman Church a Son But went on as he had begun D' ye think you ever sav'd shall be If you retract not what you say And Holy Church don't justifie I as a Priest pronounce you damn'd You shall be into Hell now Cram'd If you persist in things forenam'd And there in endless Torments lye Whilst all our Rogueries I deny And thereby into Heaven fly Fitz. If Heaven Sir you think to win By persevering in known Sin You will I doubt fall into th' Gin. For if one Crime that unrepented Be damnable how you 've prevented Your Fate I know not but contented Am that you should a Papist dye And so by telling many a lye To Heav'n reach but I Poor I Will make a free and true discov'ry Of what I know at large or by Of this vile Plot which I decry â—ost Heartily confessing that 〈◊〉 truly sorry am for what â—â—ve done t' advance the Romish Plot. â—or now at last I plainly see â—omes Religion's damn'd Heresie â—ept up and carryed on by Cursed Cruelty â—or else how comes it pray about Our Friends to 'th Cause have been so stout Toth ' very last to brave it out 〈◊〉 wonder how you durst presume God's Sacred Name in Mouth t'assume To justifie your Lyes and Rome And thereby weakly to keep up The Credit of your damn'd Pope Tho 't cost you Hell for 't and a Rope I do confess I justly dye For serving you and Popery In Villanies I Blush to say My Judges freely I forgive Being one no way deserv'd to Live No nor the grace of a Reprieve 'T was favour great indeed I think For th' King to give me on the brink Of my sad Fate time e're I sink Wherein I reconcil'd might be To the enraged Diety For Crimes against His Majesty And might my Countries danger tell And
as mine you know Shâ—â—ld make his Hair or Wit and Fancy grow 〈◊〉 is there need that such a Block as I Sâ—ould now be hew'd into a Mercury When Winter 's gone the Oâ—d his foot may spare And to the Nightingales resign the Air. Such is the beautiful new face of things By Heavens kind Influences and the Kings Joy should inspire and all in measures move And every Citizen a Virgil prove Each Protestant turn Poet and who not Should be suspected guilty of the Plot If now the day doth dawn our Cocks forbear To clap their Wings and Crow you well may swear It is their want of Loyalty not Wit That makes them sullen and so silent sit Galli of Gallick kind I 'le say no more But that their Combs are Cut and they are sore Yet to provoke them my Old Cock shall Crow That so his Eccho round the Town may go Upon the new Parliament MY Landlord underprop't his House some years Was often warn'd 'T would fall about his Ears For the main Timber That above and under By every Blaâ—t was apt to rend asunder This year He gently took all down and then What of the Old prov'd sound did serve agen May all the New be Heart of English Oak And the whole House stand firm from fatal stroke And nothing in 't the Founder e're provoke My Grandam when her Bees were old and done Burnt the old Stock and a new Hive begun And in one year she found a greater store Of Wax and Honey than in all before Variety and Novelty delights Old Shooes and Mouldy Bread are Gibeonites When Cloaths grow thread bare breeds Vermin too To Long-Lane with them and put on some new When Wine turns Vinegar All Art is vain The World can never make it Wine again 'T is time to wean that Child who bites the Breast And Chase those fowls that do befowl the Nest. When Nolls Nose found the Rump began to smell He dock't it and the Nation lik'd it well Cast the old-mark't and greazy Cards away And give 's a new Pack else we will not Play Nothing but Pork and Pork and Pork to eat Good Landlord give 's fresh COMMONS for our Meat Trent Council Thirty years lay sows'd in pickle Until it prov'd a stinking Conventicle And now Old Rome plays over her old Tricks This Seventy-nine shall pay for Sixty-six Out of the Fire like new refined Gold How bright new London looks above the Old All Creatures under Old Corruptions groan And for a New Creation make their moan The Phoenix of her self grown weary dyes Unto succession a burnt-Sacrifice Old Eagles breed bad Hawks and they worse Kites And they blind Buzzards as Old Pliny Writes Deans Prebends Chaplins think themselves have wrong When Bishops live unmercifully long And poor Dissenters beg they may ascend Into a Pulpit from the Tables end And who hath not by good experience found Best Crops are gained by new-broken ground And the first feed OATS sifted clean and sound But yet Old Friends Old Gold Old King I prise Old Tyburn take them who do otherwise Heaven Chase the Vulture from our Eagles Nest And let no Ravens this March-Brood molest Another BReak Sacred Morn on our expecting Isle Anâ— make our Albion's sullen Genius Smile His Brightest Glories let the Sun Display He Rose not with a more important Day Since CHARLES Return'd on his Triumphant way Gay as a Bridegroom then our Eves he drew And now seems Wedded to his Realms anew Great Senate hast to joyn your Royal Head Best Council by the best of Monarchs sway'd Methinks our Fears already are o're blown And on our En'mies Coast their Terrour thrown Darlings of Fame you Brittish Bards that wrote Of Old as warmly as our Heroes fought Aid me a bold Advent'rer for the Fame O' th' British State and Touch me with your Flame Steep my rude Quill in your diviner Stream And raise my daring Fancy to my Theam Give me th' Heroick Wings to Soar as High As Icarus did I would like Icarus Die Now I behold the bright Assembly Met And 'bove the Rest our Sacred Monarch Set Charm'd with the dazling Scene without a Crime My Thoughts reflect on th' Infancy of Time And wrap me in Idea's most Sublime I think how at the new Creation Sate Th' Eternal Monarch in his Heaven 's fresh State The Stars yet wondring at each others Fires And all the Sons of Glory Rankt in Quires Hail awful Patriots Peers by Birth and you The Commons for high Vertues Noble too The First by Heav'n in this Assembly plac'd And by Heav'ns Voice the Peoples Votes the Last As Various Streams from distant Regions fall And in the Deep their general Council call Conveying thence Supplies to their first Source And fail not to maintain their rowling Course Our Senate thus from every Quarter call'd And in compleat Assembly here Install'd Shall deal their Influence to each Province round And in our Isle no 〈◊〉 Spot be found Iustice as plenteous as our Thames shall Flow In Peace the Sailer Steer and Peasant Plow From Forreign wrongs safe shall our Publick be And Private Rights from Home Oppressors free Degrees observ'd Customs and Laws obey'd Dues less through Force than Fear of Scandal paid Proceed brave Worthies then to your Debates Nor to Decree alone our Private Fates But to Judge Kingdoms and dispose of States From You their Rise or Downfall they assume Expecting from our Capitol their Doom You Form their Peace and War as You approve They close in Leagues or to fierce Battel move And though the Pride of France has swell'd so high A Warlike Empire's Forces to Dâ—fie To crush th' United Lands Confed'rate Pow'r And silence the loud Belgian Lion's Roar Yet let their Troops in Silent Triumph come From Vanquisht Fields and Steal their Trophies home Take care their Cannon at Iust Distance Roar Nor with too near a Volley rouze our Shore Left our disdaining Islanders Advance With Courage taught long since to Conquer France Seizing at Once their Spoils of many a Year And Cheaply Win what they oft bought too Dear Their late Success but juster Fear affords For they are now grown Worthy of our Swords Howe're 't must be confest the Gallick Pow'rs Can ne're Engage on Equal Terms with Ours In Nature we have th' Odds they Dread we Scorn The English o're the French are Conqu'rers Born The Terrour still of our Third Edwards Name Rebukes their Pride and Damps their tow'ring Fame Nor can the Tide of many rouling Years Wash the stain'd Fields of Cressey and Poâ—ctiers A pointed Horrour strikes their Bosoms still When they Survey that famous fatal Hill Where Edward with his Host Spectator stood And left the Prince to make the â—onquest good The Eagle thus from her fledg'd Young withdraws Trusts 'em t' engage whole Troops of Kites and Dawâ— Nor has the black Remembrance left their Brest How our Fifth Harry to their Paris prest Whilst France wept blood for their hot
But God will plague us in a darksome Den I would we could be sure to 'scape till then They do their duty Well and so do we Our Wives and Children must maintained be But of all men they say we are the worst The Fox thrives best they say when he 's most curst Many Informers beggars prove to be And many Tradesmen break what 's that to me With Stocks and Pillory they would us fear Many for Mony loose more than an Ear But ill got Goods third Heirs do seldom see We mean our own Executors to be Sons ply your work while you have ought to do For fear the Parliament prove Round-heads too â—nd pray no Law in England may be made â—o help Fanaticks or to spoil our trade 〈◊〉 once the Papists get the upper hand â—ur trade will mend though other trades should stand 〈◊〉 this succeed my Sons let 's never fear â—hey shall to Mass as well as Common-prayer â—â—an-while we 'll let them canâ— we 'll sing and roar â—nd with their Money drink and drab and whore An ELEGY upon Marsh A Publick Sworn INFORMER against Protestant Religious Meetings in the City of LONDON who Dyed very miserably in the Prison of the Compter Ulter a Tergo Deus GO set Scotch Bag-Pipes to the briskest Notes But let the Singing-men rend all their Throats Hang Tyburn round with Blacks and let Ketch squeeze His Eyes to Tears having thus lost his Fees My self like a young Widdow fain would cry But like her too I know not how nor why Muse get an Onion quickly or else Woo Some Irish Poet for a Ha-la-loo Oh Hone Oh Hone tell us what didst thou ail Thus to trappan thy self into a Goal Thou hadst a stout protection and 't is said A lumping Pension for good service paid Some bribes thou got'st and many a Penalty Was due we trow and why then wouldst thou dye Thy Cloven-footed Masters works not done Thou shouldst have Ruin'd thousands ere thou d'st gone Thou shouldst have made each Nonconformist bow And left them all as poor as thou wert now Then mounted on State with solemn pride Thou might'st to Hell in guilded Chariot ride Been Pluto's Vice-Roy and preferred more Than Iudas or thy brethren all before But now alass thou scarce can get i' th end To be the Groom o' th Close-stool Chamber to the Fiend But 't is in vain thus to Expostulate For poor Informers warrant 's out of date The Man of Gath is fal'n that did so stickle And swore to confound each Conventicle Grim Death hath by a seizure snatcht him hence For to receive his dear-earn'd Recompence Follow the scent and from the Stygian Lake Fit Junk for such a wretched Subject take Black as his Trade let every Line appear And each Ear tingle his sad Fate shall hear Not that I am of that Presumptious fry Whose sawcy Fingers pick-lock Destiny Who snatcht Fates-book and furiously transpose To Judgments all misfortunes of their Foes Vertue may be unhappy and sometimes Success here waits upon the worst of crimes â—t is another day a clearer Light â—ust set all these seeming disorders right â—et must we grant that Heaven does now and then â—isibly punish Irreligious Men â—nd against none its Arrows oftner fly â—han these sworn Enemies to Piety â— Perâ—ecuting Spirit never yet â—ut in a Cloud of shame and sorrow set â—ust God! how equal are thy punishments â—hus blasting base designs with sad events â—hough Crafty in self woven Nets is wrapt â—nd in the Pit he digg'd for others trapt â—ark how the Ravens and the Screâ—ch-Owls cries â—ith frightful Ecchoes chaunt his obsequies Whether he 's gone now Dead I shall not say â—ut whilst alive he took the broader way 〈◊〉 Pythegorean Tenets are not flams â—e's grown a Woolf by this and worries Lambs An Epitaph Stay Reader and Piss here for it is said â—nder this Dirt there 's an Informer laid â—f Heaven be pleas'd when Mortals cease from Sin â—nd Hell be pleas'd when Villains enter in â—f Earth be pleas'd when it entombs a Knave â—ure all are pleas'd for Marsh's in his Grave On Liberty of Conscience By Dr. WILD NO not one word can I of this great Deed In Merlin or Old Mother Shipton read Old Tuburn take those Tychobrahe Impâ— Astrologers who would be counted Pimps To the Amorous Planets they the Minuit know When Iove did Cuckhold poor Amphitryo Ken Mars and made Venus wink and glances Their close Conjunctions and mid-night Dances When costive Saturn goes to Stool and vile Thief Mercury doth pick his Fob the while When Lady Luna leaks and makes her man Throw 't out of Window into th' Ocean More subtle than the Excise-men here below What 's spent in every Sign in Heaven they know Cunning Intelligencers they will not miss To tell us next year the success of this They correspond with Dutch and English Star As one once did with CHARLES and Oliver The Bankers might have had they to them gone What Planet Govern'd the Exchequer known Old Lilly though he did not love to make Any words on 't saw the English take Five of the Smyrna Fleet and if the Sign Had been Aquarius then they had made them Nine When Sagitarus took his aim to shoot At Bishop Cosin he spyed him no doubt And with such force the winged Arrow flew Instead of one Church Stagg he killed two Gloucester and Durham when he espy'd Let Lean and Fat go together he cry'd Well Wille Lille thou knew'st all this as well As I and yet would'st not their Lordships tell I know thy Plea too and must it allow PRELATES should know as much of Heaven as thou But now Friend William since it 's done and past Pray thee give us Phanaticks but one cast What thou foresaw'st of March the Fifteenth Last When swift and suddain as the Angels flye Th' Declaration for Conscience Liberty When things of Heaven burst from the Royal-breast More fragrant than the spices of the East I know in next years Almanack thou 'st write Thou saw'â—t the King and Council over-night Before that morn all sit in Heaven as plain To be discern'd as if 't were Charles's Wain Great B. great L. and two great AA's were chief Under great CHARLES to give poor Fan's relief Thou sawest Lord Arlington ordain the man To be the first Lay-Metropolitan Thou saw'st him give induction to a Spittle And constitute our brother TOM-DOE-LITTLE In the Bears paw and the Bulls right Eye Some Detriment to Priests thou didst espye And though by Sol in Libra thou didst know Whiâ—h way the scale of policy would go Yet Mercury in Aries did decree That Wool and Lamb should still Conformists be But hark-you Will Star-poching is not fair Had you amongst the Stars found this March-Hare Bred of that â—usty Puss the Good Old Cause Religion rescued from Informing Laws You should have yelpt aloud hanging's the end By Huntsmens Rule of Hounds that will not spend Be gone thou and thy canting Tribe