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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A86371	Hipp-anthropos: or, an ironicall expostulation with death and fate, for the losse of the late Lord Mayor of London; who on Friday October 27. 1648. expired together with his office; and both he and his bay-horse di'd o'th' sullens. VVhereunto is annexed an epitaph both on Mayor and horse. Also a dialogicall brief discourse held octob. 29 between Col. Rainsborough and Charon, at their meeting. Composed by Philanar and Misostratus, two London-apprenticces' once in-counter'd last yeer for their loyalty.; Hipp-anthropos.	Philanar and Misostratus.	1648 (1648)	Wing H2069; Thomason E472_18; ESTC R205800	3,225	7

ΙΠΠ-ΑΝΘΡΩΠΟΣ OR AN Ironicall Expostulation WITH DEATH and FATE For the Losse of The late Lord Mayor of LONDON Who on Friday October 27. 1648. expired together with his Office and both He and his Bay-Horse di'd o' th' Sullens VVhereunto is annexed an Epitaph both on Mayor and Horse Also a Dialogicall brief Discourse held Octob. 29 between Col. Rainsborough and Charon at their Meeting Composed by Philanar and Misostratus two London-Apprentices once in-Counter'd last yeer for their Loyalty Si Cato reddatur Caesarianus erit Martial Printed Anno exulantis Monarchiae 8. Anno Domini 1648. ΙΠΠ-ΑΝΘΡΩΠΟΣ OR An Ironicall Expostulation with Death and Fate for the losse of the late Lord Mayor of London FOrtune thou art a Whore and Death thou art 'T is to be fear'd a Cavaleer in Heart You that so formall stand with Scythe and Glasse Think not in private with our Lord to passe Was there but one choice peice one dainty bit And your leane ugly Jaws must fall on it Were there not Dray-men Butchers plump and fat But you must pick a Weasle out a Rat Was it you took a liking to the Elfe For his Complexion 't was so like your selfe Or for your Ease left a more weighty pack Should in the transportation break your back Was it you found him grating of a scuil Which you might call your owne you did him cull Or that his soveraign * He was a Druggist in Bucklers Berry Drugs restor'd a Brother That through an Hurdle suckt you 'l say his Mother Was it you came before his Plots were ripe And he refus'd to ask you smoake a Pipe If none of these why then so hasty Death What not afford a Lord Mayor two daies breath When the Potato-Pies and Capons were Bought and in readinesse to end the year If 't was his lot to die well else 't was base To cull a Magistrate for 's Chain or Mace This was plain Tyranny we cannot blame Him for an Independent when you came Restore him to us sure 't was a mistake King Noll and 's Kindred else will make you quake Was it for this he did so long oppose Monarchy and Princes to be led by th' Nose And shown in Pluto's Court with O yes here Comes my Lord Mayre and 's Horse provide um cheere Was it for this he became Pimp to th' State And to admit their Army op'd the Gate While in Triumphant manner they bestrid London like George on Horseback as they rid Was it for preservation of the flock So many o' th' wicked he condemn'd to th' Block And with his sword of Power cut in two What neither Law nor Justice e're could do O Death thou art ungratefull he has sent More to thee in one yeare then th' Plague or Lent By Proclamations by Collections too ' Gainst th' Common Enemy what e're would do I say again restore or wee 'l appeale And have you put down Traytor under seale Say Mr. Speaker is' t not Treason scan'd For Death t' arrest a Member under hand And without th' Houses leave I know 't is so You l find it Caroli Vicesimo Is' t not against an Order lately made All Members to be free their debts unpaid Did they not pitch upon a day to wit Doomsday i th' Afternoon to think on it But all this will not do hee 's gon to tell Hampden and Brooks and Pym the Newes in Hell How there is Peace God blesse us coming on That Antichristian brat of Babylon When 't is against his Conscience to submit Or have a finger in restoring it Would not the world cry shame Mr. Warner should he accord VVho in his Name has War and 's Armes the sword Hee 's gon to tell them of a certain thing Coming to London whom men call the King Whose Scepter will out-sway and bring in thrall Th'establish'd Government Anarchicall And with his Radiant lustre quite dispell What for these seven years has been hatch'd in Hell Yet let none say he 's broke or run away But as the wiser call 't he did convey Himselfe into a Church in policie Where he was sure none would suspect him lie No clamorous Bell pronounce his fall no Gun He was no Warriar nor no Whittington Only the joviall Butchers in the Stocks Gave him a dismall peale with cleaver-knocks Let him sans Common-Prayer in silence passe Be buried with the buriall of an Asse So farewell horse and man dead and forgot Both infamous let both together rot Rejoyce Apprentices your day is come No more to stand in fear of Martyrdome No more shall yee to Bridewell go and pay For your extravagance the last Lords day Now ye may circumambulate and see Morefields and Islington without a fee. No more henceforth shall th' Surry Cavaliers Go home and shake their heads without their eares All troubled waters now shall to their springs Returne and one raigne not five hundred Kings Yet all this while we erre and accuse Fate When he his own end did accelerate For having drunk a scruple over-night Of jealousies and fears he took his flight Thus Hanniball and those heroick blades Minding an easie way to get to th' Shades Made use o' th' Druggists Art and to provide ' Gainst future vengeance drunk their dosse and di'd An Epitaph on the Mayor c. VNder this Tomb-stone lies a thing Enemy both to Church and King No Protestant and yet no Papist A Puritan and yet an Atheist For Magistracy a grand stickler Yet a most zealous Conventickler One that for Christ would live and die Yet kept no Christ-tide verily One that the Prophets slew and took Th' Apostles badge from out the Booke One that the Rubrick took away And gave th' Apprentices Tuesday One that did every thing amisse Then riddle me riddle me who was this An Epitaph on my Lord Mayors Horse HEre in this Oyle-Tub Reader stand aloofe Lies great Bucephalus beware his hoofe Who out of a good nature needs would die Meerly to keep his Master company Bay was his name some call'd him Rosemary For his victorious feats and Chivalry But if he had no name the Bulks and Shambles Would speak him famous for his Christmasse Gambolls When from an Amble to a Trot anon Bravely he trod down Superstition For which rare service 't is decreed he lie Pickled and Powder'd for Posterity And live by this Inscription somewhat course Down went the Popish Rites Grammercy Horse A Dialogicall brief Discourse between Rainsborough and Charon at their meeting Octob. 29. 1648. Charon WElcome to th' shades hail Brother Rainsborough I am a Boat-man so were you Most opportunely See th' triumphant Mayor No lesse a man is our first fare Had you not come his Honour had by Styx Fairl ' in a Sculler gone t' Old Nick's Rainsb Now he may ride in Oares forbeare alas He that you speak of may not passe What will Iudge Rhadamanth and Minos say If we th' * Arrrested by a Knight whose sonne was slain in the late bickering in London arrested Corps convey I that on Earth was above Law yet know How to conforme my self below Charon Hum I have lost my Naula let it go Now to your businesse Rainsborough Rainsb Know then that I from th' English Coast am sent By th' States to know your Government And e're the Vote passe hence must have command That the new Anarchy may stand Speak Charon speak if Pluto think it good I have already seal'd it with my blood Charon Dull Man or Ghost or whatsoe're thou art Thou think'st to alienate my heart Know'st not we have a Prince and though the Devill One that abjures all you that Levell You that incroach my Office to enjoy Were you not once a Skippers Boy By all th' infernall gods lay by thy Spade Or be suspected guilty Hell t' invade Rainsb No more I yeeld the Government stand I was but sent here under-hand Yet if our Agents with you here might try They would put hard for Anarchy Charon Anarchy Hell and Furies such a word Once more and thou go'st over-board Belzebub if he knew thee at this height Would have thee carbonado'd streight Leave us and yet I 'le write thy Epitaph Meerly to make the Devill laugh For by the Rabbies leave without controule 'T was not a * So Walker upon Tho. Rainsborough he that from an Ironmonger became a Newes-monger now makes Hebrew Pot-hooks and Andirons cum privilegio Fire removed his pure Soule Epitaph WEitring in blood see here an Horse-leech sprawll Glutted and overcharg'd yet loath to fall Bred up 'i th Ocean lately crept to th' shore Though he had all yet covetous of more Which when the wise Phisitian saw his thirst That 't was unsatiable let him burst So having empti'd and disgorg'd his Maw Hence through the Rubick sea he swam away Feare not Coichestrian Dames left Lucas ' rise Veng'ance is fully paid Here Rainsb'rough lies FINIS