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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
land_n	north_n	south_n	west_n	7,840	5	8.7023	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A64737	News from Hell: or, The devils court in an uproar His devilships falling sick, upon the news of the pope and poperies likely downfal. His last will and testament. His legacies to the pope and jesuits; and to other sinners in particular. Written by S.V.	S. V.	1673 (1673)	Wing V10A; ESTC R219839	6,355	8

NEWS FROM HELL OR THE Devils Court IN AN UPROAR HIS DEVILSHIPS falling Sick upon the News of the Pope and Poperies likely Downfal HIS Last WILL and TESTAMENT HIS LEGACIES to the POPE and JESUITS AND To other SINNERS in particular WRITTEN by S. V. LONDON Printed for R. G. MDCLXXIII NEWS FROM HELL OR The Devils Court in an Uproar THe Devil upon his late Conference with and the courteous Entertainment and fair Promises he received from his H●liness the Pope they having joyntly considered and taken care for the good of Souls that is how he may have whole shoales come in amain which he is certain to have if that they will but embrace his Holinesses Doctrines and put in practice his most Immaculate Commands as in Murthering Hereticks Deposing of Princes Blowing up of Parliaments and such like his Devilship I say has been carousing it amongst his d●mnable Associates and kept open House for all that came which I verily believe few have done besides a Jesuit or two But on a sudden he heard an Eccho crying Honesty begins to get ground Popery like to be wholly supprest and Virtue like to be embraced At which the Grand Sophy of the Satanical Synagogue belched out a groan the rebound of which left all the Stygian Hell-hounds in a most clamorous howling they presently run all about their Father of mischief to know what qualm came over his stomach H● darting an eye upon them able to confound a thousand Conjurers in their own Circles though with a wet finger they could fetch up a little Devil mumbling out Hell is undone Why yelped all the rest An Armado quoth he cannot save us Our Legions in the World next above are overthrown all those Battalions that warred under the Colours of our red and fiery Dragon are debauched Jesuits suffer this brack in our Acherontick Territories and hotter assassinations will every day pell-mell maul us All about him cryed They would never endure it Whilest this indigested mischief lay broiling on their stomachs room was made for an Intelligencer The Devil gnashed his Jesuit teeth and asked If the news were currant It was answered Yes Hey cryes the Messenger to unclasp a Book of my memorandum Let me be hung in Chains of Ice as you are in Fire if I lye and be bound to eat Flakes in the frozen Zone for a thousand years if the Globe of the Terrestrial World be not new moulded the Ball of it hath none of the old stuffing Catholicks turn Hereticks Jesuits burn their Books and Beads Bellarmine's Doctrines which by your assistance have got ground are now confuted Transubstantiation turned out of doors Not an Inch of Knavery in a short time will be had for Love nor Money If you would give a Million of Gold you shall not have a Courtier ere long in Debt if you would bestow a thousand Pounds worth of Tobacco on a Souldier to swear a Garrison-Oath he would die ere he will do it All Rich Men besides begin to be Liberal Poor Men not Contentious Beggars not Drunk Lawyers not Covetous rich Heirs not riotous Citizens not envious Clowns most religious No more cryed the Tartarian Tramagrant The other stop'd in his careere and it was time for this last Cannon shot through both his Broad-sides the fall of this Mill-stone had almost burst his Heart he sighed nothing but flashes of Fire spit nothing but flakes of Brimstone wept nothing but scoops full of Scalding water for now he saw the dilaceration of his own Luciferan Kingdom and the Exaltation of his Enemies Out of his presence he commanded all they break their Necks for haste He bawled for Musick ten thousand Soul● were presently set a yelling He took no pleasure in it he felt himself damnably heart-burnt pangs worse than the tor●ures of everlasting Death fell upon him and no hope of his recovery which made an unexpressible howling in Hell No amendment being in him he called for Physicians but not one would come near him they knew his payment too well for Apothecaries they were subtle enough and cared not for his custom He then roared out for a cunning Scrivener to make his Will one was at his elbow presently him he hugged in his arms and cryed out Welcome my Son thou shalt for ever bind me unto thee Sir Satrapas Sathan then goes on and tells him He is faln into a low and miserable estate his case is desperate and therefore being utterly given over he sends for him to make his last Will and Testament and so Seignior Scrivano b●gins 〈◊〉 gallops as fast with his Pen as Monsieur Diabolo could with his Chaps The Will runs in th●se words or words to this effect following Viz. His Will BEhemah Dornschweyn Prince of all that lies betwixt the East and West the North and South mighty both on the Sea and the Land chief Vayvode of Vsury Simony Bribery Perjury Forgery Tyranny Blasphemy Calumny c. my Vassals and Deputies with all their petty Officers under them Patron of all that study the Black and Negromantick Arts Father of all the roaring Boys the Founder and Vpholder of Paintings Dawbings Plaisterings Pargettings Consuring Cementings Winkle-filings and b●tchings up of old decayed and weather-beaten Faces being confounded and tormented in every Limb but having my Memory and Wits fresh and lively do make this my last Will and Testament in manner and form following Legacies Imprimis I will bequeath the World whereof I am Prince with all the Pleasures Inticements and sorcerous Vanities thereof to be equally distributed amongst my Sons and Daughters and because of my own knowledge I find very many of them to be damnably wick●d I lay upon all such a Fathers heavy curse not caring though they hang in Hell because they have run a villanous impious pr … ous and devillish Life and Race To Ladies It●m To all those Ladies Gentlewomen and Citizens Wives being set down by their Names in my black Book to whose houses I have been welcome at midnight my Wis● is that they all sh●ll mourn To Usurers Item I further will and bequeath to my loving and d●●●est Friends the Vsurers of this City all such Moneys as are now or hereafter shall be taken at above the rate of Ten in the Hundred To Gallants that follow him My will is that every Gentleman that serves me shall be kept in his Chain yea the worst that hath followed me let him go in a black Suit of durance To Harlots Item Whereas I have many base Daughters lurking about the Suburbs I give to them Carbuncles a piece the biggest that can be gotten To Bawds And to those Matrons that for my sake have been ever dear to those my said Daughters I give to each of them a bottle of the same Aqua Vitae whereof I my self drink To Bankrupts Item I give my invisible Cloaks to all Bankrupts because they have made them but to one Poet onely called Po●t Comedy