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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A66755	The grateful acknowledgment of a late trimming regulator humbly presented to that honest and worthy country gentleman who is come lately to town, and stiles himself by the name of Multum in parvo : with a most strange and wonderful prophecy, taken out of Britains genious / written in the time of the late wars, by ... Captain George Withers.	Wither, George, 1588-1667.; Wither, George, 1588-1667. Prophecy.; Pennyman, John, 1628-1706. Multum in parvo.	1688 (1688)	Wing W3161; ESTC R11915	4,675	13

The Grateful Acknowledgment Of a Late Trimming Regulator Humbly Presented to that Honest and Worthy Country Gentleman who is come lately to Town and stiles himself by the Name of Multum in Parvo With a most Strange and Wonderful PROPHECY Taken out of Britains Genious VVritten in the time of the late VVars by that Famous and Divine Poet of our Age Captain George Withers London Printed in the Year 1688. The Grateful Acknowledgment of a late Trimming Regulator THou honest Janus Face what didst thou mean My Eyes to blind in thy so great Extream Thy very Front did make my Heart to ake Booted Apostles made my Soul to quake Thou gav'st me Poison in a bitter Cup Thou gav'st me Oyl and bid me drink it up 'T would cure all Poison to the very Heart Thus thou was pleas'd at me to sling thy Dart. Thy Title Page did swell my Eyes with Grief Thy Antidote did soon give me Relief Thy Regulators put me in such Fret As if I were a Prey unto his Net VVho by the Stars long since hath often said About this time in England should be laid Till that within I soon there did behold Thy first twelve Lines were worth their weight in Gold At the first sight my trembling hand was such And more afraid than some are of the Dutch My Head was hot as if all on a Fire My Pulse did beat still higher and still higher To stay at home or else straightways to flee For my Protection to the Orange Tree Straightwayes to run or else to stay at home Or else to fly with Peters unto Rome To let them know of our late sad Disaster These were my thoughts until thy Sovereign Plaister Did ease my mind by thy ingenious Pen Who first did wound and after cur'd our Men VVhen we perceiv'd the Cream of thy Contest Multum was much and Parvo was in jeast Booted Apostles only was a Trap To catch some Gudgeons with thy French Fools Cap Printing and Paper being near of kin VVithout the First Ink is a foolish thing The Gudgeons here must pay the Printing-Press So that at present we may give a guess This Genteal Plot which surely was thy Own Instead of Ten we wish thee Forty One At every throw and every Hawl and Pull Sometimes a Gudgeon sometimes a Sea-Gull Could we but know Thee in thy naked Dress VVe'd soon surround thee with a fair Address Hussa's and Acclamations we must give Unto thy Lines so long as we do live Adam where art thou now let all Men know Bowls do run Trim where Thistles us'd to Grow Lo here we come our Service to Present VVith all Submission to thy good Intent And those that will not joyn in this thy Pace Are not we fear of the True Christian Race Thy Royal Master Forty One and we Ought to present Thee to the Orange Tree Thou hast said more than ever we could think What dost thou write with some Inspired Ink You make Distinctions to all Sober Men 'Twixt Forty One and Thirty Nine with Ten VVhich is a thing which few Men Understand VVhich made them so the Forty One Men Brand. Rebels and Traytors Men of Forty One The Tories Curse and the Tantivies Tone Men so sunk down beyond Old Adam's Fall Nothing would please them but a Rope for All So that this Tory and Tantivy Heat May end with some in a cold trembling Sweat. VVe pray to God that those which shall get Free May never more out-face the Tripple-Tree The Regulators in the Rare a Show Concerns not us as most good People know We gave no Charters up nor made no Slaves But alwayes counted them a Pack of Knaves Our Post therein was only to Perswade And to Unhing what those first Rogues had made Squeeze but their Pockets and then let them Pass One for an Ox another for an Ass Most bravely match'd to draw both in one Team The Ox before behind the Ass so Lean. Let the State purge them of some Guiney Gold They 'll never MORE of our Laws make so Bold Save but their Lives their Pelf will serve to Pay The King 's Old Soldiers though they Run Away That was foretold a thousand Years ago Then was fulfilled this Most Re-ree Show We dare engage our Future Judges shall No more Fine Men according to White-hall VVhat they did Dictate that the Judge must Do Oh Blessed Tools Three Nations to Vndo Some Men not worth Five thousand Pound i' th' World Must pay One hundred or to Prison Hurl'd This was the Mode and this the Fashion then Mad Men to sit the Wise Men to Condemn Our Souls did grieve sung Welladay Alass To see ' mongst Christians such things come to Pass This was complain'd of in the Prophet's Day For one word speaking made a Beast of Prey And though such words not in the least were Treason Yet they were Fin'd the Lord knows without Reason Sooner or later these Men they have Found Like to Old Nick their Measures under Ground The Fomous B worth in those days procur'd A Tory Jury not to be endur'd Eight hundred Pounds they gave for Damage there When as two Shillings could not then appear What Men were those that made so much Ado Juries to Pack our Children to Vndo VVe must them Note or else we are Vndone If once they get again a Riseing Son. By force of Arms they Swore Sham Shriefs by Name VVe know them well and though we did complain Got no relief but only got this Grace For Honest Broom to loose his Crowners Place Mandamus Aliis Pluris to them all one Are these Men fit to guard the Royal Throne Of Justice which to all Men gives their Due Sure these can't be the Protestants True Blue Such were the Regulators of those times No more we hope to ring such B B. Chimes Empson and Dudley little did they Dream To be Chastized for their great Extream Though some have dream't that they themselves should Die Upon a Gibbet of two Stories High. The Famous OATES his Cards are all now Trumps Thanks to High ORANGE and his Mogan Jumps From Exon Gates to Berwick upon Tweed At one great leap here is a Jump indeed Who would not be a Jumper at this Rate Not one in Millions ever had this Fate God sent his Moses to Egyptian Land To save the Jews from great King Pharaoh's Hand God sent his Son to save us from the Grave Now sends his Orange us all to Unslave Could Monsieur le Grand now Jump as well as He He 'd make our Orange leap the Tripple-tree If he could catch him herein lies the Art God hath him rais'd to make that Kingdom Smart For all the works which they have done Amiss This Orange Tree is for them Rods in Piss Instead of Monsieur Jumping here next Spring Before that time another Tune will sing His Orange Land with all his Heart will Give Up to the Heir provided he may Live Ill gotten Goods when took in so great