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Gadburies prophetical sayings: or, The fool judged out of the knave's mouth.
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Gadbury, John, 1627-1704.
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Gadburies Prophetical Sayings OR The FOOL Judged out of the KNAVE 's Mouth Multi multa Sciunt sed ego nihil Merlinus Verax a special Protestant ALL hail my Masters health and peace to you My Little Master and my Mistress too That Girl I mean that sprung from Adam's Loins With whom full oft I have increast my Crimes We then were brisk for they were pious Times All hail my Ghostly Fathers now you see Our wicked Stars how damn'd morose they be They 're suff'ring Times in which I pity you The pious Nuns and all our holy Crew All hail my Brethren you the Starry Quacks Dull blind and Empty like our Almanacks Arm'd with our Follies we compleat our Fate We rul'd the Stars they us in Eighty Eight For that I 'd hence renounce to live or be Had my two Learned Brethren out-done me Shifting and shuffling with his Canting Strains His head poor man 's supply'd but not with brains All hail my Neighbours I to you Appeal You know I kept my Church you knew my Zeal Till a New Faith of a more glorious strain Attack'd my Cranium and possest my brain Which now you see I must renounce again All hail to Malachy Almost forgot That us'd to go instead o' th' Powder-Plot All hail good Catholicks a sigh for that My Cozen Celliers Father Teague and Nat. All hail my Friends but give me leave to Cant As God shall save me I 'm a Protestant Perhaps you know my Face well be it so And yet I know not whither you do or no After such Changes I my self have known Your Face I may but I scarce know my own Nay should my Ghostly Father come he 'd swear I 'm not the man I was the other year I hug'd my rising Fortune in those times Of being great by a new heap of Crimes All Faith 's alike to me so I grow fat I am I am but pardon that Can 't I be what I please without Controul My Roman Face shews an accomplisht Soul They call me Rogue in publick that I 'll bear The plaguy thing that Nicks I can't repair And that 's Curse on my Stars which still-prevails Those damn'd Predictions of the Prince of Wales In former times when I such rubs did meet Cat-like I always fell upon my feet I kept my stops and time and steps but now I dance 't is true but like an ancient Cow Or like a Curteous Spaniel when they cry Seek out away he runs and so did I. Or like Dispencing Judges Rave and tear Act all that 's base for Fools are void of fear But yet when catcht what humble Rogues we are Or like a Monkey in an Antick Dress Who in a Crab-tree would his Tricks rehearse The more he skips the more he shews his Arse even so did I. J. G's VERSES about the Prince of WALES in his Almanack for the Year 1689. Travestyed In JANUARY ALL hail my Masters Eighty Eight is gone That Year of wonders which the World so fear'd Yet hath produc'd for us to Anchor on A PRINCE of WALES the Subject of each Bard. And that thou now art mine sweet Babe forgive I 'de sing thy praises and thy Vassal live TRAVESTY All hail my Masters what is here to do A Year of Wonders dost thou call it John 'T was such a year so fatal to your Crew It hath not left you ground to anchor on Let Chains then be their Lot who humbly Crave And beg to be a Little Bastard's Slave In FEBRUARY Angels and Stars adorn'd this Royal BIRTH As if the Prince of Peace breath'd peace on Earth May it to War-like Britain prove as he Did to the World its Saviour to be Gladding the drooping Souls of Loyal Men And Madmen to their wits return agen TRAVESTY Angels and Stars why what should they do there The man mistook and meant the Prince o' th' Air. Jack's Prince of Peace was by a fury brought Jâ—ffries you know saw him come reaking hot We know his coming pleas'd the shaven Crew And with them Jack it did rejoyce us too In MARCH Who says that EIGHTY EIGHT nought signifies Sith such a radiant fixed Star did rise In our Horizon Can a PRINCE be born That shall the World with Regal Acts aâ—â—orn In future times and yet that fertile Year Be passive thought wherein he did appear TRAVESTY Who says that Eighty Eight nought signifies If any do though Jack himself he lies It gave a Child a new way got and born Poor Abdicated Creature all mens scorn It gave us Ease from our avowed Foe And gave the Papists too a Cursed Blow In APRIL No No! Sour Criticks God doth dignify The art of numbers with sweet Harmony How many Learned Pens have deign'd to write Of things stupendious in EIGHTY EIGHT And so herein Great WALES a Prince of bliss Born for the Ease of tender Consciences TRAVESTY No No sour Criticks we cannot deny That Gadbury hath learnt to Cant and Lye Witness that Year with all these Lies and Tales About the Glories of his Prince of Wales Poor harmless Babe miscall'd a Prince of bliss Born for his Mother's Ease not Consciences In MAY Thrice happy must that SENATE prove that shall So meet their PRINCE for to content us all Alas mens minds and thoughts as different be As are their faces like them disagree From such a LAW our King will ever shine In future times an English CONSTANTINE TRAVESTY Thrice happy must that Land and Senate be That is from Popish Tyranny set free Let Priests lead fools Let us abhor that thrall That talks of freedom when they chain 'em all 'T was from such Laws that King resolv'd to shine As Lewis gives and not a Constantine In JUNE By whose Example Britain's after Kings May shun the Cause whence dire Rebellion springs Nothing so surely keeps a Land in Awe As Ivory Love the Christians Golden Law But Tyrant force makes people try their brains A thousand ways to break their Bonds and Chains TRAVESTY By whose Example must our after Kings Shun all those Causes whence Rebellion springs Your Prince of Wales I know while your soft names Of Golden Laws are join'd to Iron Chains 'T was Tyrant-force made People try their Brains To Abdicate the Cause and break their Chains In JULY But who doubts Ease and Quiet Since we have Heavens happy Earnest in a Prince so brave Born on that Day we justly Celebrate The holy Feast o' th' blest Triumvirate As if the Sacred TRINE design'd thereby To raise Great BRITAINS Ancient PIETY TRAVESTY None need doubt Ease and Quiet since we have Heavens Gift and Blessing in a Prince so brave Born to Restore our Peace 't is he alone Shall pull Tyrannick Popish Worship down This is the Man not the Welch Prince shall be The true Restorer of our Liberty In AUGUST Let 's then contend who shall best Tribute yield To this Sweet PRINCE On whom our Hopes we build POETS pay Verses VIRGINS Innocence MINERVA Wisdom