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B05936 Spectrum anti-monarchicum. Or, The ghost of Hugh Peters, as he lately appeared to his beloved son, the whole assembly of fanatick Presbyters. 1679 (1679) Wing S4848; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.2[338]; Interim Tract Supplement Guide 839.m.22[10]; ESTC R32650 1,350 3

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Spectrum Anti-Monarchicum OR THE Ghost of Hugh Peters AS He lately Appeared to his Beloved Son the whole Assembly OF Fanatick Presbyters LO from the dark Recess of deepest Hell Where nought but Souls of blackest Traytors dwell Thy Faithless Father comes whose Cursed Change Has made him farr more Active for Revenge Awake and see how wrapt in flames I stand With Injur'd Head lopt off by Hangman's hand Lo its Wise Tongue that spoke that God-like Reason Which Daunted Chits and Loyal Fools call Treason See! how 'twixt fester'd lips it doth Lament Of Pains Impatient as of Government Ah! Pity Son Pity thy Father's Case Who so unjustly has been doom'd this Place A Thousand Tortures hurry through my Blood Black with Infection as the Stygian Flood Now sportive Devils with their tricks of youth Naked as what I never knew the Truth With Senses too too Apt for Life 't expire Drag my unwasting Carcase through the fire Then Brawny Fiends full grown for Painful blow With Rods of Sulphur lash me to and fro All Anguish as I run this Dismal Chase The Aged Imps spit Nitre in my Face Thus Plung'd in griefs when I for Mercy cry Insatiate Hell Eccho's Eternity This this All this my Darling boy I feel Only for Hatching up a Common-Weal For th' Pious Rescue of your Ravish'd Laws And nobly fighting for the good old Cause For making room for Conscience ' gainst your Prince For which it has been larger ever since For frugal Building up a Tub in which The Spawling Sot might Brew as well as Preach For Cropping Ceremonies pulling down The Church that We might circumcise the Crown For Casting Lots upon the Bishops Lawn And making their Possessions Puritan For turning Top of House to 'th House of Prayer And sighing till the Organ-Pipes came there For Robbing Sinful Steeples of their Mettles Beat into Honest Non-Conformist Kettles For Sweeping Choirs of Prebendaries clean Led by a great fat Bell-Wether a Dean For boldly Levelling these Proud Degrees And burning Car-mens Frocks call'd Surplices For long defending of your harmless Lives Your Precious Liberties and Pious Wives For such bless'd Deeds such Meritorious things Nay and for this which greater Anguish brings The little Venial Crime of Killing Kings And can'st thou hear my troubled Spirit groan For speedy Vengeance on that Guilty Throne And want that saving Vertue to Rebel And Damn it with that Law by which I fell Art thou not Tyrant-Crush'd art thou not hee Would'st blast Succession for thy Liberty Art thou not Prelate bound art thou not one Would'st Smite that Beast nay art thou not my Son That Matchless Name of Issue may suffice 'T is my Malignant Blood that Qualifies For strict Revenge and can your Soul Possess With Ills as Damn'd as is my Damn'd Distress You told me once you would my Griefs abate And then Petition'd Hell to vindicate My Wrongs with thee What dire Consults how foul Were thy Resolves such as made Fury's houl Dread Devils shrink fresh Judgments rage about And Caverns burst to let its Poison out 'T was in the Sulphry Womb of Acharon Where these delightful Counsels first began A Thousands Legions Conventicl'd there All Sons of Envy Sullen with despair Whilst you the Mistery of my Cause discuss'd And Rhadamanthus Cry'd Revenge was Just 'T was here thou didst Recount and Whisper me Your Years of Falshood Days of Loyalty Didst thou not tell me thou could'st wisely sound Riddles of State that thou might'st States confound That thou could'st Set the Trampled Subject free And boldly Muzzle Awful Majestie Raise new Asylums and Protect our Lives By Rifling Kings to Steal Prerogatives If these thy Virtues are lo then to dye Turns my sad Conflict into Victory No more I will my Wretched doubts Pursue My bloody Principles I find in You. You and We Devils did together fall Rebellion is the Essence of us All. FINIS