you curs'd Associates Thought your selves strong enough against the Fates But Providence appears the Fiends throw down And once again the Royal Ooak does Crown How Guilt doth tremble now How hide and flie The Innocents stood still un-call'd to die Down with your Pillar there in Rubbish lie The Pyramid of Truth 's above the Skie The Sacred Monuments of Wise and Good Are wash'd away from hence like Noah's Flood But true Tradition shall never die But Blooming still to all Eternity Let all our Prayers incens'd by true Zeal Defend us from Fanatick Commonweal Devils believe and when compell'd confess Yet Devils still Our Criminals no less Not like true Penitents confess all sin They hide the worst the Devil 's still within What the Scotch-Whig dares not these Rebels do Both Will and Act into Damnation go Whilst we with Prayers Offerings of Praise Send our Thanksgivings up for these past days Our days were almost spent one minute more Had made Three Kingd like a Common-Shore Run down with Royal Blood of Purple Gore Infinite mercy wonderfully shown Preserve the Royal Blood upon the Throne And that we may have Blessings when we sing Glory to GOD Peace Health unto the King Poems written by the Right Honourable Henry Lord Arundel of Warder and Count of the sacred Roman Empire whilst Prisoner in the Tower I. A Valediction to the WORLD HEnce all ye Visions of the Worlds delight You treach'rous Dreams of our deluded Passion too long hath seiz'd on Reasons Right sence And play'd the Tyrant in her own defence Her flatt'ring Fancies hurri'd me about To seek content which I could ne'er find out If any pleasure did slide o'er my sence It left a mark of shame when it went thence And when possest it relished no more And I remain'd as Thirsty as before Those pleasant Charms that did my heart seduce Seem'd great pursu'd but less'ned in the Use And that false Flame that kindled my Desire E'er I could Taste the Pleasure did expire But Reason now shall re-possess her Throne And Grace restore what Nature had o'erthrown My Better Genius prompts me to declare Against those Follies and to side with Her She tells me 't is high time to stemm that Tide Whose Torrent doth us from our selves divide Those Brutal Passions do un-man our Mind And rule where Virtue had them Slaves design'd Such Usurpation shall prevail no more I will to Reason her just Rights restore And make my Rebel Heart that Duty pay To Her which to my Sence was cast away But this dear Lord must be Thy work not mine Thy Grace must finish what I but design It is Thy Pow'r alone that first doth Move Then give Us Strength to Execute and Love For Nature hath by Custom so prevail'd And such Dominion o'er our Sence entail'd That we can never hope but by Thy Hand To free our Captive Souls from her Command That fatal Liberty which for our Good Thou gav'st us was ill us'd worse understood Men made by Reason not like Beasts t' obey Losing that Reason prove more Beasts than they And sure they lose it when they do dispence With their known Duty to delight the Sence Since then thy Bounty doth my Heart inspire Make me to Do as well as to Desire Set so my warring Heart from Passions free That it may ne'er love any thing but Thee By thy sweet force my Stubborn heart incline To quit my Conduct and to follow Thine So shall my Soul by double Conquest prove Bought by thy Blood and conquer'd by thy Love II. Persecution no Loss WHat can we lose for him when all we have Are but the Favours which his Bounty gave And which when Losses force us to restore God only takes 'em for to give us more And by an happy Change doth kindly prove He takes our Fortunes but to give us Love How vainly should that Beggar chide his Fate Who quits his Dung-hill for a Chair of State So fares it with us when God doth displace The Gifts of Fortune for the Gifts of Grace God on Sufferings set so high Esteem He that way chose the lost World to Redeem And when his Love and Nature were at strife He valu'd more his Sufferings than his Life And shall Opinion have more pow'r to move Than his Example Doctrine or his Love Love makes Afflictions pleasing to complain Lessens our Merit and augments the Pain Let 's humbly then submit to his Design And give that freely which we must resign So shall our Losses prove the best Increase Of future Glory and our present Peace Which grant for thy â—assion III. On those Words of the Psalm God chastiâ—eth whom he loveth IF then the Earnest of thy Favours be Afflictions good God let 'em light on me I ll glory more in such a kind Distress Than in all Comforts where thy Love is less And by my Misery I 'll make it known In spite o' th World how much I am Thy own No fruitful Showr's shall by the thirsting Plant Be kindlier entertain'd than Scorn and Want Or Loss of Honour Fortune or Delight Shall be by me That which did once affright And fill'd my troubled Mind with Care and Grief Shall be my future Comfort and Relief I never more will court a smiling Fate Since he 's so happy that is desolate Afflictions shall be pleasing since they come Like friendly show'rs to send us sooner home And by thy love such Charms are in 'em found As cure the Heart which they intend to wound Such strange Effects doth Grace in us produce To change as well their Nature as their Use IV. Considerations before the Crucifix WHen I behold Thee on that Fatal Tree Sweet Jesu Suffering and that 't is for me When I consider in that Purple Flood My Sins ebb out but with thy Life and Blood When I reflect how dear my Soul hath cost I 'm mov'd to wish it rather had been lost For how can that Life please that doth destroy The Life of him by whom we Life enjoy And yet to wish thou hadst not suffer'd so Were to condemn thy Love and Wisdom too For if we joy in what thy Death hath brought We must allow the pains with which 't was bought So both our Life and Death unitedly Nature's Life is to have her Maker die It is thy will dear Lord must be obey'd And in that Duty both these Debts are payd O let my Soul in a due measure find A Joy becoming and a mourning Mind A Joy in thy kind Will ev'n whilst it made Sun-shine in Nature by thy God-head's shade A grief to see the Torments Sin did merit And Man deserv'd God should himself inherit That thus divided 'twixt thy Pain and Will We may resign with Joy and yet grieve still Uniting so these Trophies of thy Love That weeping here we may rejoyce above V. Vpon the Pains of Hell O Restless Groans O sloathful Tears O vain Desires of fruitless Tears One timely Sigh had eas'd that
Note in Sorrow for our King Whom to the worth no Poet can bemoan Though all the Seas were turn'd to Helicon But there 's no need our Sorrow to Infuse Or strain Elogiums from a Mournful Muse In 〈◊〉 Hearts the cause of our sad Grief 〈◊〉 â—loods of Tears though in the end Relief Great Charles is Dead who was Great Britains King 〈◊〉 â—n Exploits who Trophies great did bring 〈…〉 and â—lenty to His own three Realms â—â—rough storms of State which he did turn to Calms Our by-past Prophesies did point Him forth Preceding Kings were Shadows of His worth Then cast up Virtues to one total sum Perfections Product will be found in Him We will Engrave His Name in Marble Pure With Diamond of the Black Rock to endure Till after Ages that our Children may Pay Tears for Tribute to His Sacred Clay Could men in Arms our Sorrows stroak assail Or floods of Tears with Cruel Death prevail We'd Muster all our Forces then with speed And Weeping Eyes should overflow the Tweed But sure the King of Kings hath giv'n the stroak And Mortals cannot Destiny revoke We 'll kiss the Rod though we the smart regrate Submitting though unto our rigid Fate Yet we 'll breath doleful Sighs to His sad Herse That 's dipt in Tears and Elegiack Verse T'immortalize Great Charles His Royal Name And be Memento's on the Wings of Fame Then rest dear Saint though dead yet still alive Though laid in dust Times Age thou shalt survive Thour' t mounted high above the Worlds renown With Kings and Priests to wear a Cross-less-Crown And though our Grief cannot our loss prevent Let this sad Verse but give our Passion vent EPITAPH HEre lyes Grave Majestick Dust Which when alive was Good and Just Great Charles the second Britain's King Whose valour makes us Weep and Sing His Crown environ'd was with Thorn Which makes His Subjects double Mourn By Land and Sea he did our Work The Fear and Terrour of the Turk He Peace to Europe did restore When other Kings had given it o'r Defender of the Faith that 's true Vntil he had the World adieu Let Princes Eternize His Name And make his worth their Diadem Now since the Sighs that did Eclipse our Skie By His Successors Light begins to flye O're Tears we 'll Triumph since our sore doth bring The surest Salve which is a Lawful King We 'll pâ—â— Allegiance due on Charles his score To JAMES the VII and many Millions more P. K. An Elegy on the Deplorable and never enough to be Lamented Death of the Illustrious and Serene CHARLES the Second KING of Great-Britain France and Ireland c. Who departed this Life February the 6th 1685. HAng all the Streets with Sable Sad and call The Royal Palace Black and not White-Hall Weep Sacred Beads of Loyal Tears and true Of Orient Pearl but Occidental Hew Since Britains Phoebus hath forsook the Stage Before he reach'd the Tropick of his Age. The interval betwixt our Setting Sun And Rising Soveraign ' ere his Light begun Was short yet till our Sorrow soung Relief We were near delug'd in the Seas of Grief Yet tho' our Soveraign doth our Mourning ' swage And gives our joy of Grief the Weather-gage We 'll make no Bonesires for it were in vain Our flowing Eyes would Weep them out again All Israel when good Hezekiah dy'd To his last Bâ—â—ath true â—â—oyal Honour pay'd Where 's then the Boldest Critick â—n deny 〈…〉 CHARLES his worth a Dâ—leful ELâ—GY 〈◊〉 Worth to Times last â—riod shall Endure In 〈◊〉 of Envy oâ— the Grave Secure And Children yet 〈◊〉 with Tears shall pay A 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 use â—o his sacred Clay He from His Child-hood was of great Renown He bore his Cross before he wore his Crown Brancht in the stock of Trouble 't is well known His Fruit was Ripe the Blossom yet unblown Great Britains Bane and Blush Eclips'd his Skie E'r England knew his Soveraignty But as his Sun ascended the Noon-day Aâ— Clouds like Vapours vanish'd quite away 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 â—right Calms of Peace did still remain â—â—â—ough the whole Circle of his Halcyon Reign Then Rest dear Saint tho' now Intomb'd in Dust Unâ—il the Resurrection of the Just And let our Mourners mitigate their Grief Because our Sorrow doth admit Relief The Vail of Death no Christian needs dismay The King of Kings Himself did guide the Way And since our Sore a Salve along doth bring God save Great JAMES our Second Soveraign King Let his Dâ—minions preface Black and White Since Rising Phoebus dissipates our Night Let Loyal Subjects all both cry and Sing Like Birdâ— Reviv d in the returning Spring Let Court and City raise their joyful Voice And Loyal Sighs still Eccho back Rejoyce Till Plotters all Conspiracies lay by And Treason turn to purest Loyalty Hence thâ—n projecting Traytors stand aloof His Loyal Throne is sure and Treason-Proof Lest sit on Edâ—e by old Seditious Smâ—â— Your Treasâ—ns Trapturn round upon your Neck His Presence may no 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Resort Nor base 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 his Court But Reign in Peace whil'st we have in our Eye CHARLES still live in JAMES'S Royalty But since he 's Dead and gone let this sad Verse Tho' undeserving yet attend his Herse EPITAPH HEre lyes Great Charles the Just the Good As ever came of Royal Bloâ—d To Troubles Born he Early knew What Kings as Men are subject to His Morning Glâ—ries were â—'recast And by some Fatal Star Opprest But as his Sun ascended Noon The cruel Comet did fall Down In Peace he Liv'd in Peace he Dy'd The Kingdom and the Churches Guiâ—e The Guardian of the swelling Main The Terrour of the DUTCH and DANE At his Command all war did Cease And Europe Owes to him her Peace Diseases at his Power did Crouch And own the Virtue of his Touch. Let KINGS and PRINCES in him Glory And make his Reign their Directâ—ry To His Sacred Majesty King JAMES II. ALL Hail Great Prince whom â—â—'â—y Miracle Preserv'd for Vniversal Ruâ—â— When Time Your Wondrous Story shall unsold Your Gloriâ—us Deeds in Arms when â—â—â— but Young Your strange â—scapes and Dangerâ— shall be told Your Battles Fâ—â—ghâ— Your Guildâ—◠〈◊〉 is â—â—â— When yet the Elder Generals not in Fame Your Perils dar'st noâ— share Alone the raging Torrent You wou'd stem And bear before You the fierce Tide of War How Spain Records Your Glorious Name And how when Danger call'd for Britains good You paid the lavish Ransom of Your Blood When the Ingrates shall Blushing read How far great Souls the Vulgar can exceed In Patience Suffering and Humility Your Condescention and Your Banishment Then let the Obstinate convinc'd agree You only were preserv'd and fit for Sacred Government Come listen all whom needless fears possess And hear how Heav'n confirms Your Happiness Behold the Sacred Promis'd Prince Whom wond'rous Prophets Ages since Told When the Mystick figures of the Year To such a Number should Amount As sill this Lucky Years Account O're England
Face where may be seen His Worth and Parts that sculk within That Face that justly stil'd may be As true a Discoverer as He. Think not he ever false will prove His well known Truth secures his Love Do you a while divert his cares From his important grand affairs Let him have respite now a while From kindling the mad Rabbles Zeal Zeal that is hot as fire yet dark and blind Shews plainly where its birth-place we may find In Hell where tho' dire flames for ever glow Yet 't is the place of utter Darkness too But to his Bed be sure be true As he to all the world and You He all your Plots will else betray All ye She-Matchiavils can lay He all designs you know has found Tho' hatch'd in Hell or under ground Oft to the world such secrets shew As scarce the Plotters themselves knew Yet if by chance you hap to sin And Love while Honour 's napping shou'd creep in Yet be discreet and do not boast O' th' Treason by the common Post So shalt thou still make him Love on All Virtues in Discretion So thou with him shalt shine and be As great a Patriot as He And when as now in Christmass all For a new Pack of Cards do call Another Popish Pack comes out To please the Cits and charm the Rout Thou mighty Queen shalt a whole Suit command A Crown upon thy Head a Scepter in thy Hand Funeral Tears upon the Death of Captain William Bedloe SAd Fate our valiant Captain Bedloe In Earths cold Bed lies with his head-low Who to his last made out the PLOT And Swearing dy'd upon the spot Sure Death was Popishly affected She had our Witness else protected Or down-right Papist or che Jade A Papist is in Masquerade The valiant Bedloe Learned Oates From Popish Knives sav'd all our Throats By such a Sword and such a Gown Soon would the Beast have tumbl'd down They conquer like the Hebrew King And Oaths at Rome's Golia sling And never take God's name in vain As many Oaths so many slain The stoutest of the Roman Band Could not their thund'ring Volleys stand But all those Missioners of Hell By dint of Affidavit fell Great things our Heroe brought to light Yet greater still kept out of sight And for his King and Countreys sake Still New Discoveries could make In proper season to relieve He still kept something in his sleeve He was become for England's good An end less Mine a wastless Flood Still Prodigal yet never Poor No spending could exhaust his Store But Eeath alas that Popish Fiend To all our hopes has put an end Has stopt the Course and dry'd the Spring Which new Plot-tidings would bring This Witness did the Fates so please Had sworn us into Happiness Made the Court Chaste Religion Pure And wrought an Vniversal Cure Sworn Westminster into good Order Reform'd Chief Justice and Recorder The Land from Romish Locusts purg'd And from Whitehall the Chits had scourg'd Had judg'd the great Succession-Case And sworn the Crown to the right place ENGLAND thy mighty loss bemoan Thy watchful Centinel is gone Now may the Pilgrims Land from Spain And Vndiscover'd cross the Main Now may the Forty thousand Men In Popish Arms be rais'd agen Black-Bills may flie about our Ears Who shall secure us from our Fears Jesuits may fall to their old Sport Of burning slaying Town and Court And we be ne'r the wiser for 't Then pity us exert thy Pow'r To save us in this dangerous hour Thou hast to death sworn many men Ah! swear thy self to life again ANAGRAM and ACROSTICK On the Salamanca-Doctor Anagram TITUS OATS JUST A SOTT WHen Adam proper Names on Beasts confer'd The Salamanca-Doctor was it 'h ' Herd The Midwife she foresam 't would prove a Dunce So gave him Name and Character at once Which but unfold and joyn again with Art Both Sott and Drunkard lurk in ev'ry part Nor is his Temper thus alone betray'd 'T is on his Face in Ruby Signs display'd Well may we doubt the Gospel of that PLOT Whose chiefest Evidence is JUST A SOTT AN ACROSTICK Trayter to God damn'd Source of Blasphemy Insect of Hell grand Mass of Perjury Thorough pac'd Villain second unto none Vnless to Judas if by him out-done Satan's black Agent Hells Monopoly Of all that 's called Sin and Villainy Acursed Parent of an Hell-bred Brood Teacher of Lies Spiller of guiltless Blood Englands dark Cloud Eclipsing all her Glory Satan's Delight and Hells Repository The Convert SCOT and Apostate ENGLISH 1. CLeveland thy Ashes sure will rise The Scots are Proselites become Here were those Rebels in disguise And now thou wouldst reverse their Doom 2. 'T was our Fanatick Presbyter The Devils Factors made the Plot By them misled the Scots did Err When then thou call'dst Apostate Scot. 3. The Proverb From the North no Good Is now turn'd South where Perjur'd Slaves Swear us to Goals and in a Flood Of Butchery scarce give us Graves 4. The Damned Crew of Angels fall Whose Pride first mov'd them to Rebel But you Incarnate worst of all Through Malice God and Man would Sell. 5. Devil to Devils all were true But Man to Man no thought can reach Nature would cease to be if you Might cut off all you would Impeach 6. The Laws construction doth lie In Judges Breasts the Letter kills Justice such Evidence throws by Whose lives are Infamous for Ills. 7. There 's seven of them and seven more Have Covenanted all with Hell To make seven deadly Sins their Whore None ever knew her half so well 8 These Villains charge themselves with Crimes They have not done Damn'd Policy That what they swear at other times May be believ'd though Perjury 9. To which a Pardon-being had Then Hang who e're they will accuse And make the Raging Rabble mad When any man for Justice Sues 10. Reason is Witchcraft or else why Can any Man of Sense believe Such Basket-Crew e're came so nigh To Courts and Councils to deceive 11. Commissions Armies Fleets and France All this Intrigue discover'd be Oates Bedloe Dugdale Dangerfield and Prance Who can believe so strange a Lye 12. Did ever men sell their Belief To Goals and Pillories who yet Gives Credit to a Common Thief Or Branded Rogue on mischief set 13. Plague of the Innocent the Nations Curse The hand of Heaven will cut down Since God made Man none ever worse Pretended yet to save a Crown 14. But these the Vulgar Hereling Slaves The Bashaws use to Storm their Works And raise themselves upon their Graves Such are our English Noble Turks 15. Justice awake Scroggs sit thou fast Thou wert o'r rul'd by Perjuries But Langhorn's Case urges thy hast To clear fair Truth from Forgeries 16. Now un-deceived be just and bold You dare enough do then as well And growing Good as you grow Old Ages to come may your Justice tell 17. Our Laws are founded or should be On the Laws of God Who never Kill
Cheat Of all your Atheism who have none Nor will till brought to Judgement Seat 10. There by Confession purge your Guilt Mercy may meet you at the Stage Tell Godfrey's Death and what Blood 's Spilt By your Designs and peoples Rage 11. Then not till then three Kingdoms may In Unity give Praise to God And all good men rejoyce and say Charles's Scepter is like Aaron's Rod. 12. Then all true Subjects will obey The wild â—anaticks will Conform Then all the World with Us will say God Sav'd us in a mighty Storm 13. If you deny all thinking Men Conclude an Arbitrary Power Design'd by You to save you when Y' are no where Safe but in the Tower The Mad-men's Hospital or a present Remedy to Cure the Presbyterian Itch. OH Happy Soyl unhappily possess'd Your Natives now invade your sacred And that Religion we all profess'd Must now by Extirpation surcease Peace Our Laws are broken Birthrights ta'en away Banish'd or Murder'd Innocents betray 2. This Hell-bred change hath Reformation brought By bold Interpretation of Text What was believ'd and our Forefathers taught By new Dark-Lanthorn-Lights is now perplext New Governments set up the Rabble see A way to Rule the Church and Monarchy 3. Oh treble damn'd Rebels to God and King Who first Arms into the Roundheads hands Taught them to know their Bruitish strength who bring A right of Levelling on all mens Lands Like Hounds unhunted left to their own Chase Seize all that cross their way Noble or Base 4. They love the King as School-boys Masters love Let them do what they will how good a man Correct them he 's a Tyrant none above Them they admit then govern them that can Break up the School a Commonwealth their cry's Learning hath fool'd the World and taught us Lies 5. Thus in this wilful and presuming Age Where Reason's blinded with Opinion For current Truth upheld by th' Peoples Rage They spurn at Truth and true Religion Those Beast-like Rights which greater beasts perswade Are the false Opticks of their cheating Trade 6. Poor Countrymen the whole worlds hate or scorn Led by a creeping Will o th' Wisps false Fire Like him to Malice and to Mischiefs born Leads you to perish in a poyson'd Myre Pride made the Devil what is' t made Thee so Malice so coupled both together go 7. But tell me yet Mad-men have Intervals What end do you propose suppose your Plot Should take effect that Palaces and Halls The King the Duke Lords Papists and who not Should in one ruine fall what will succeed Cutting of Throats making each other bleed 8. For Jesus Christ will not descend to Reign You in his Members crucifie him here In time compleat when he will come again 'T will be to Your Confusion and Fear Order supports the World nothing can stand Without it Beasts have Order and Command 9. Those very Sects who now together joyn Will then divide and each their claim advance This is the Truth I hold that Lorship 's mine 'T is false 't is not 't is for the K. of France For when that one anothers Blood we draw 'T is time a third should come to give us Law Y' are on a Precipice and one step more Y' are lost return for Judgment 's at your dore 10. Recipe Take but one grain of Faith from the Rock pure And fix it fast to the right Anchor-stock Mixt with the Oyl of Charity 't will cure Apply'd to the Heart side Probatum hoc This never fail'd lasts while the World endures Close kept and all Mankind's diseases cures Tony's Soliloquies WHen the Plot I first invented I was ravish'd in conceit To see its frame so well cementeds Varnish'd over with Deceit It was an Infant of my Spirit Nay the Darling of my Soul If its contrivance be a Merit By Jove the Cooper did well Boul. 2. For to give this Engine Motion To arrive where it did tend I fill'd the Vulgars ears with ' Notion And Gospel of my Oaten Friend I antedâ—ted all Transactions Distinguish'd Stiles of New and Old In the State I made such Fractions Some I bought and some I sold 3. The Mobile I so distemper'd With the Magick of my Care None but wou'd his Soul have ventur'd Where brave Tony bore a Share Have I not in Abomination Held the Miter and Lawn Sleeves And Itcht at a second Sequestration To pull down such Ghostly Theeves 4. Have I not taught the Sanhedrim To Imperate and not Obey They had Genu-flection done to them Which men to Crowned Heads do pay Then would I Barter for Repeal O' th' Five and Thirtieth of Queen Bess To make a way for Commonweal The Centre of Our Happiness 5. How many hot and high Debates In favour of th' Exclusive Bill I bandy'd 'twixt the two Estates Th' effects of my depraved will By Subornation to the Block I brought a Loyal Noble Peer And trusted others to that Lock Which cost my Buck and me so dear 6. In fine poor profligated Wretch For to indulge my Minion Spight My Seared Conscience I did stretch And did Old Rowley's Guards Indict I did espouse all Wickedness And only lov'd what 's purely Evil In that alone was my Excess Then take thy own Associate Devil The Badger in the Fox-Trap or a Satyr upon Satyrs COmus nor Momus now must be my Theam My Muse must mourn in a more serious strein Since I who ne'r could write to humor Men To humor Beasts must now indulge my Pen. One April Evening I alone did lye In my Chamber Window some three Stories high To view the prospect of the welcom Spring And hear Night's Choristers their Anthems sing But all those Chanting Quire soon were scar'd By a voice unhallowed they and I both heard The more the Calm the more the noise increast Voice like a Man but call'd it self a Beast With Hums and Haws and Groans did thus begin Did ever God create so Vile a thing Internal and External Hoddy-doddy A perfect Monster both in Soul and Body Besides my Names and Titles are as Numerous As all my Actions various still and Humorous Some call me Tony some Achitophel Some Jack a-dandy some old Matchivel Some call me Devil some his Foster-Brother And Turn Coat Rebel all the Nation over And some compare me to a sneaking Snail Who keeps its Shell in storms of Wind and Hail Some call me Hydra with a hundred Heads And some a Monster all of Matchless Legs Others the Scab from whence the Infection Breeds Some call me Hedge-hog in a Prickly Skin And that a treble Fiend is wrapt within But a Badger now caught by a Fatal snap By th'longest Leg within the Foxes Trap. Which here was laid for some such Animal When e're I 'm freed I surely drop to Hell The more I tug the more the Spring doth bind me Nay one tug more leaves all my Legs behind me My Limbs and Sinues are so feeble grown That were I loose I cannot stand alone Each member doth
Corrupted Age is try'd That ever wants an Oath on either side Judges themselves their way can hardly see Through the thick Mists of growing Perjury Shall Oaths for Goods and Land be laid aside And all receiv'd where Men for Life are Try'd Shall neither Profit Malice nor ill Fame Nor Counter-proofs bate this devouring Flame Can nothing but Heavens Judgements make it known How Earth with Blood and Perjury does groan Now with loud Summons signal of the War The Cryer calls our Prisoner to the Bar. Some previous Storms and Skirmishes past o'er The Charge begins and the great Ordnance roar The Monster from his Battery rais'd on high A Thundering Peal of Mortal Oaths let fly Whilst from the Lawyers Throats in fatal sound In loud repeating Echoes does rebound Since first the Monster touch'd in English Land He and the Gown-men went still hand in hand Who in a formidable League combin'd To drive All before them and run down Mankind 'T is true the Gospel and the Law reveal The ways to future Bliss and present Weal But when ill Acts convert them to a Trade They Guard not but our Happiness Invade As Labouring Men their Hands Cryers their Lungs Porters their Backs Lawyers hire out their Tongues And vilest are those Hirelings who abuse Their Calling to the most destructive Use A Tongue to Gain and Hire accustom'd long Grows quite insensible of Right or Wrong And true and false with them is Cross and Pile The Winning side is only worth their while And of that Tribe some Tongues no less are gor'd With Blood of Innocents than Herod's Sword The Breath of Lawyers and of Peoples Minds Are like the yielding Waves and blustering Winds Each Mobile its Driver does obey These Tempests raise by Land as those by Sea And so the Crowd to whose discerning Skill The greatest Cry is Demonstration still Second the Charge with Hums and rude Applause And on the Monster 's side pre-judge the Cause Alas of Peers themselves this high Degree From this contagious Frenzy is not free That generous Blood which Nobler Veins doth fill No Faction should enflame no Fear should chill They in a higher Region plac'd should know None of those Popular Storms which rage below But should with serene Thoughts and Courage bold And with Impartial Hand the Ballance hold Yet like those Peers of Heaven we find of late Too many faln from their Exalted State And from Attendance on the Highest Throne To serve a factious Populace sunk down But still the Fall of the Apostate Band Makes for their Glory who with firmness stand Truth will to both be just Angels that fell The first Distinction made of Heaven and Hell Now Carver with some likeness to express Our Hero greater still in his Distress Proving the Storms standing the rudest shock Thy work requires something more firm than Rock Of bloody Slanders who undaunted can The deadly Shock endure is more than Man Nothing of Sublunary Growth or Make Of that Immortal Temper can partake We learn this Lesson only from the Chair Where God and Man joyntly Professors are No less a Master could make understood A Doctrine so averse to Flesh and Blood Thus taught our Champion perfect in his Roll Did honour to his Master and his School For with such Calm of Mind and Air serene As in white Innocents is only seen He saw his Life by bloody Oaths atack't And the dire Charge by a whole Nation backt He saw his Honour and himself run down By horrid Hellish Crimes but none on 's own Their Crimes they only were who swore them so And who those Oaths so lightly did allow It was not to find out Truth they thither came But like keen Huntsmen to run down the Game For with design all was so aptly squar'd Their Tackling and their Tools so well prepar'd The Oaths were all so positive and home That for the Lawyers Skill they left no room They ran at ease and hardly did blow for 't For never yet did a false Oath swear short Our Prisoner wanted not in his Defence Proofs of their Guilt and his own Innocence But from such lyes what Pleading can relieve Which some invent some swear and most believe When byas'd Minds Faction or Fear does fill They judge not by their Reason but their Will All on the Favour'd side they Gospel call And on the Other side all is Apocriphal But on these Judges heavy Judgementsly Who use false Weights when Life and Death they try And the deciding Ballance hold a wry Now from the Fatal Urn the Lots are cast Judgement of Death is on our Hero past Some when they found him Guilty wept but still They did like Crocadiles both Weep and Kill And the Inhumane Verdict to Disguise As Pilate wash'd his Hands they wash'd their Eyes More at the Barr than Block at H'estminster Than on Tower-Hill suffer'd our guiltless Peer A just Regard must of those few be had The Good are still out-number'd by the Bad. Who yielded not to Factions swelling Tide But follow'd Truth though on the weaker side Carver in Living Brass inscribe their Name As some Attonment of our Nation 's Shame Tell future Time how manfully they stood And durst in such an Age as Ours be Good Thus of their Glory will thy Work partake But of the Adverse Part no mention make Heaven's Retribution will more fully tell Which did in Honour which in Guilt Excell The time is come for Divine Power to shew When Nature is too weak what Grace can do No greater Load on Innocents can ly Than for a Crime so Infamous to dy And yet more Unconcern'd than others Give He does the Sentence of his Death Receive Of all the Law inflicts that only Part Which touch'd his Wife and Children touch'd his Heart Nothing but their Undoing rais'd his Fears His Death in them a Massacre appears But Heaven's Elixir can our sharpest Pains Convert to Joy to Liberty our Chains Can Glory reap where Infamy is sown Turn Death to Life our Cross unto a Crown Thus in his Carriage none the Marks could see Of a Defeat but signs of Victory He march'd with such Assurance from the Bar As Conquering Generals from a Prosperous War His seeming Friends thought it not yet too late Since Nature on their side was Advocate With the strong Baits of Life and an Access Of Wealth and State to draw him to confess To all the vain Suggestions on their side Our Christian Hero thus in short reply'd My Age no less doth give me than the Doom So near a Prospect of the World to come That t were a foolish Bargain to Redeem With an Eternal Stain my Inch of Time By that of others I shall chuse to Dye Rather than live by my own Perjury If I confess the Plot my Life 's my own Then welcom Death with all its outward Shame It is my Joy that I Truth 's Martyr am One would believe by all this mighty Strife You value more the Plot than
true string had twang'd Thou then had'st surely been both damn'd and hang'd Bedlow Thou splay mouth'd â—iend I hold thy words in scorn Thou deserv'dst hanging long e're I was born Thou and thy Brother Baxter Spawns of Evil Who kept your correspondence with the Devil And spew'd your poyson over Three brave Nations And brought in Oates to all their Desolations The Devil taught you how to tutor Cooper And Belzebub himself his Over-looker One Paw upon the Tap holds in the Bung The other guides his tottering Head and Tongue And cryes My Tony thou shalt live to see England's Destruction and its Monarchy And my chief Engine Tony thou shalt be And of all the Plots and Sham-p thou art Father And all the Evidence thou 'st patcht together For which Indulgence I 'le inspire thee still And thus the Devil helps old Matchiavel Tonge Why Tony was the cause of my Damnation It was his malice that enflam'd the Nation 'T was He under pretence of doing good That squeez'd poor Innocents and broach'd their blood 'T was He that made his Grace a stalking Horse And hid himself behind his pocky Arse 'T was He that taught Tub-Preachers to seduce The People to choose Membes for their use Such as in the late Rebellion play'd their parts And now are downright Rumpers in their hearts To all the Olivarians that are living His damned Documents he is daily giving 'T is He that all the Rebels now controuls For fear they should repent and save their Souls Or rather that they may come boldly on By force of Arms to end what he begun Or else his head must fly for what is past And 's Tap must burst to shew his Soul is curst Bedlow For Godfrey's death 't was thou perswadedst me To come in Guilty that black Perjury Doth gnaw my Soul in these Infernal Flames That guiltless Blood cryes Vengeance through my veins And showrs upon me in perpetual streams I swore that of that murther I did know A Man that in my life I never saw Yet three mens Lives I took by perjur'd Law Tonge Tony and Godfrey's Brother that contriv'd To make the forged Plot the more believ'd The truth of which they never yet would tell Neither Oates nor us that're now in Hell If e'er that stifled Murther be unvail'd Old Tony's mouthing Gang will soon be quail'd And those Cabals which daily now devise As th' old one dyes to make new Plots to rise They 'l then disperse left they all be trepann'd And their wise heads forsake their souls that's damn'd Bedlow Thou now speak'st like a Subject when 't is too late Or one that knew not what they would be at 'T is their ambition to be thrown in Goals 'T would raise the Rout if Habeas Corpus fails Then Tony ' l grieve and prog about for â—oin T' encourage his possessed Herd of Swine Lurk in his hole to see ' em stand Tail to Tail But ne'er come out till he finds who 'l prevail Tonge When he was young he never durst to fight But in malicious mischief took delight For when the Nation flow'd with Blood before Tony was always thirsting after more How many thousand Pound this Plot has cost him To buy the bloods of those that never crost him When he has got poor Innocents condemn'd By his patch't Evidence how eagerly he 'l send To those that have most int'rest in the Rout He 'l hire them t'come to force the Prisoners out To see them sacrifis'd before his Snout Which they 'l soon do or else break down their hold For why are Toney's Cattle bought and sold While they are butchering old Tony flears For more such Bargains smells with both his ears Toney hir'd Arn for to cut 's own Throat Arn was cunning did but half the Joke Yet kept his Money and remain'd his Debter And promis'd him the Lives of some were better Tho Tony's sides have several Teer of holes He lusts after Bodies as the Devil after Souls For if e'er this Trade of Papist-hanging's ended He 'll bring in Presbyter and Independent Both Care and Curtis Smith and pillor'd Ben After the best he 'l hang the worst of men All that his Pate hath drawn in to support him He 'll hang them all if Fate do ever thwart him Both Lords and Evidence that 's now for him Nay perhaps his Grace who now he 's making K. Or those who all this prosecution commence He can hang them with the same Evidence Should he have liv'd till such a Change broke To save himself he would have hang'd us both He 's such a Knave and They such silly Elves When he has a mind he 'l make 'em hang themselves Bedlow Heart Blood and Wounds would he have hang'd up Bedlow Oh that my Lady Mother did but know That cursed Cannibal had I liv'd two years longer I 'de have hang'd him that rotten damn'd Whoremonger Let 's out of Hell the Porter we can bribe We 'll bring him Tony's Soul or some of that damn'd Tribe We 'll tell the King that Tony is the cause Of all this Plotting and subverting Laws That Tony is so treacherous and so apish That he 's the Head of all the plotting Papists For 't was his Plot and none but he contriv'd it And he 's the Rogue that ever since reviv'd it Each Prison round the Town he searches duly For Evidence to reeommend to Rowly But takes such pains to teach each t'others Chapter As a man to make a Spaniel Dog a Setter Which must impeach Bishop and Judges too And all that for the King withstand his Crew The Courtiers he corrupts till they 're discarded Then by his Tribe for him they must be guarded While he sits at the Helm to guide Sedition All legal Laws he counts meer Superstition He sits environ'd round with Brother-Vipers Who imitates his Nods like Scotch Bag-pipers Pendent and Biter and Mare-frigging Quaker Keep time Tony that brave Law Bear-baiter For he united them to stand together ' Gainst all that 's Lawful Loyal or whatever That 's direct opposition to the Crown To pull the Bishop and Monarchy down But he illustrates his grave Dispute By quaint Objections coyn'd against the Duke ' Gainst him his Bristles hath long time stood snarling Yet cannot spit his Poyson beyond Sterling Could he wrench out that Pillar of the State He thinks the rest would fall in 's hands by fate What a graceful Noll old Tony then would make Just like a Monkey he 'd become the Throne His Court Buffoons and Pugs of the same Spawn Then Tony would be sure that all 's his own Could he perswade the King to sell his Brother He 'd never break his Brains to find another To keep Sedition and support the State Tony himself would be Legitimate Le ts give the King this Caution for 't is true That he in time may do what 's best to do With that a thundring noise their Contract broke The Den was darkn'd with infernal Smoke
Whip to lash those Cattel That by their Scribling bid the Kingdom Battel Wou'd I cou'd lash you with such mighty force As I have us'd to lash my drudging Horse It 's the dull Satyrs of this envious Age That puts my Fancy in so great a rage They swarm in ev'ry Street in ev'ry Shop They are the Froth of ev'ry idle Fop. He that has nought to do takes Pen and Ink Calls for some Paper and a Pot of Drink And then the Maggot works and Noddle rings And they 'l not spare the best of British Kings Malice and Pride and Drink are all agreed Then drive on Car-man but none cries God speed Their wicked Wit 's on wheels but why so fast I am afraid you 'l pay for this at last Your head-strong Fancy must be curb'd e're long The Judge will make you sing another Song A King 's a puny thing in your conceit And all by reason of a shallow Pate A Duke 's a Trifle and Queen 's a Toy It 's death to you to sing out Viv'le Roy. And a grave Bishop or a learned Dean You do abhor as much as King and Queen Judges are next to nothing in your eye So boldly from all Government you fly That with your dirty frothy hair brain'd Pen You lash your Kings even like our Common men Touch not the Lords Anointed it is said But when with Ale and Beer you 're muddy made When with a little Drink your heads are warm You touch the King and do his Prophets harm You rail abuse contemn despise and jeer You lash them like your Horses without fear It matters not for Sense be they but Rhimes Then there is hopes they 'l suit with these dull Times Away they run to Smith and he corrects them That 's a mistake he Prints and he protects them From Friend to Friend they march about the Street And ev'ry un-Baptiz'd Brother's glad to see 't Oh how they shrug their Elbows with delight To see such dang'rous things appear in sight He 's wise that 's bold the fittest man for th'Times That dare presume to write the worst of Rhimes Hang Sence that 's out of fashion so is Reason Come let us see you write Sedition Treason Move for a Commonwealth cry down the King Another Royal Head to th' Block let 's bring Rail at the Bishops and the Common-Prayer Abuse the Papists this is past compare Let us beat down all those too Loyal Elves Then we may hope we shall set up our selves This is the Language of the Baptist Beast The heart of ev'ry Presbyterian Priest Did they but fear a God they 'd love a King They seldom Harp on such a pleasant String They make long Pray'rs your Houses to devour They 'l pray for half a day and preach an hour They 'l Fast in earnest turn up th' white o' th' eys Even like a Parâ—ketto to the Skies They 'l walk demurely chatter like a Saint Their Language is so zealous smooth and quaint You wou'd not think that they cou'd act ought ill Much less that they their Sover'ign Lord wou'd kill Give them but pow'r you 'l find them greater Cheaters Than old Noll Cromwel or his Chaplain Peters What has our Law no limits for our words And shall our Pens cut like two-edg'd Swords And none regard them shall our Libels swarm And will no Judge take notice of the harm Seditious Libels surely have a Charm There 's not one Judge that dare put forth his Arm. Then let our Pamphlets swarm about the City Be deaf and do not shew Conformists pity Satyr them unto death the day 's our own Our Judges now we find are weary grown Spare neither King nor Subject let all share A like that love the Mass and Common Prayer Come drive on Car-man set thy brains to work And write as if it were against the Turk Puddle-dock Coach-man hold thy Dung-Cart Pen Spurn not against such great and pow'rful men They do but let you run to your wits end Now you must pay for what you wrote my Friend Thou that didst sin against both Judge and King And stole the Honey now must feel the Sting Thy Libels now are all upon the File That swarm like Hornets in a pleasing Isle Imprimis answer thy Tom Ticklefoot I fear that that will put thee hardly to 't Item remember thy late New-years-Gift Thy Neck thou from this Noose canst no way shift Unless it from a twisted Halter be Unto a wooden Noose call'd Pillory And thy late Satyr will not be forgotten When Smith and 's Anvil are decay'd and rotten Judgement has Leaden heels but without doubt At the long run 't will find the Rabble out Then woe be to ye better you were choak'd Than deal with Judges that you have provok'd My life for yours they 'l stick upon your Skirts And pay you home for all your Jeers and Flirts You and your hireling Scriblers will repent That their Time and you your Money spent One witty Jeffreys and a sharp Recorder Will timely bring you all to better order A Pillory will tell us you were Rogues To write against a Judge so just as Scroggs Whose Worth and Judgment Wit and Justice flies With far more Fame thanks to your Scribling Lies The Last Will and Testament of Anthony King of Poland MY Tap is run then Raxter tell me why Should not the good the great Potapsky dye Grim Death who lays us all upon our backs Instead of Scythe doth now advance his Ax And I who all my life in broils have spent Intend at last to make a Settlement Imprimis for my Soul though I had thought To 've left that thing I never minded out Some do advise for fear of doing wrong To give it him to whom it doth belong But I who all Mankind have cheated now Intend likewise to cheat the Devil too Therefore I leave my Soul unto my Son For he â—s Wise men think as yet has none Then for my Polish Crown that pretty thing Let Mon take 't who longs to be a King His empty Head soft Nature did design For such a light and airy â—rown as mine With my Estate I 'll tell you how it stands Jack Ketch ought t' have my Cloaths the King my Lands Item I leave the damn'd Association To all the wise disturbers of the Nation Not that I think they 'l gain their ends thereby But that they may be hang'd as well as I. Armstrong in Murders and in Whoring skill'd Who twenty Bastards gets for one man kill'd To thee I do bequeath my Brace of Whores Long kept to draw the humours from my Sores For you they 'll serve as well as Silver-Tap For Women give and sometimes cure a Clap. H d my partner in Captivity False to thy God and King but true to Me To thee some heinous Legacy I 'd give But that I think thou hast not long to live Besides thou 'st wickedness enough in store To serve ' thy self and twenty
Flame Which Millions now do seek in vain Eternal Penance now 's thy Fate For having wept and sigh'd too late That short remorse that thou didst flie Is chang'd into Eternity Neglected Mercy hath no room When Justice once has fixt his Doom Prevent them timely by thy Care That endless Penance of Despair Then weep betimes your Tears here may Turn Night into Eternal Day It 's only they have power to move And turn God's Blessing into Love If by the Virtue of his Grace Thou shewest them a proper place Which grant we may for Christ's sake Majesty in Misery Or an Imploration to the KING of Kings Written by His late Majesty King CHARLES the First in his durance at Carisbroke Castle 1648. GReat Monarch of the World from whose Arm springs The Potency and Power of Kings Record the Royal Woe My Sufferings And teach my Tongue that ever did confine Its Faculties in Truth 's Seraphick Line To track the Treasons of Thy Foes and Mine Nature and Law by Thy Divine Decree The only Work of Righteous Loyalty With this dim Diadem invested Me. With it the sacred Scepter purple Robe Thy holy Unction and the Royal Globe Yet I am levell'd with the Life of Job The fiercest Furies that do daily tread Vpon My Grief My Gray Discrowned Head Are those that owe My Bounty for their Bread They raise a War and Christen It the CAUSE Whilst Sacrilegious Persons have Applause Plunder and Murther are the Kingdom 's Laws Tyranny bears the Title of Taxation Revenge and Robery are Reformation Oppression gains the name of Sequestration My Loyal Subject who in this bad Season Attended me by the Law of God and Reason They dare Impeach and punish for High-Treason Next at the Clergy do their Furies frown Pious Episcopacy must go down They will destroy the Crozier and the Crown Church-men are chain'd and Schismaticks are freed Mechanicks preach and Holy Fathers bleed The Crown is crucified with the Creed The Church of England does all Faction foster The Pulpit is usurpt by each Imposter Ex tempore excludes the Pater Noster The Presbyter and Independent's Seed Springs from broad blades to make Religion bleed Herod and Pontius Pilate are agreed The Corner Stone 's misplac'd by every Pavier With such a bloody Method and Behaviour Their Ancestors did crucifie our Saviour My Royal Consort from whose Fruitful Womb So many Princes legally have come Is forc'd in Pilgrimage to seek a Tomb. Great Britain's Heir is forced into France Whilst on his Father's Head his Foes advance Poor Child He weeps out his Inheritance With My own Power My Majesty they wound In the King's Name the King Himself 's uncrownd So doth the Dust destroy the Diamond With Propositions daily they inchant My Peoples Ears such as due Reason daunt And the Almighty will not let Me grant They promise to erect My Royal Stem To make Me Great â— ' advance my Diadem If I will first fall down and Worship Them But for Refusal they devour My Thrones Distress My Children and destroy My Bones I fear they 'll force Me to make Bread of Stones My Life they prize at such a slender Rate That in My Absence they draw Bills of Hate To prove the KING a Traitor to the State Felons attain more Priviledge than I They are allow'd to Answer e'er they dye 'T is Death to Me to ask the Reason why But Sacred Saviour with Thy Words I woo Thee to forgive and not be bitter to Such as Thou know'st do not know what they do For since they from the LORD are so disjoynted As to contemn the Edict He appointed How can they prize the Power of his Anointed Augment My Patience nullifie My Hate Preserve My Issue and inspire My Mate Yet though We perish bless this Church and State Vota dabunt quae Bella negarunt Interrogatories Or a Dialogue between WHIG and TORY Whig WHat is term'd Popery Tory. To Depose a King W. What 's true Presbytery T. To Act the Thing W. What 's our best way to thorough Reformation T. By Lies and Fables to embroil the Nation W. Of Sin what 's greatest T. Perjury W. What then of Perjuries the worst T. By Hired Men. W. What Hired Perjury doth God most abhorr T. That which Religion feigns pretences for W. When doth this Crime portend a Kingdom 's â—all T. When countenanc'd 't is Epidemical W. What follows from degrading a Successor T. A Right of next Dethroning a Possessor W. When shall free Subjects be no more opprest T. When once they know what 't is they'd have redrest W. When shall sweet Concord our lost Peace repair T. When Covenant agrees with Common Prayer W. When shall the Brethren cease to groan T. When Eighty Two returns to Forty One W. Of all Mankind what 's the most Injur'd thing T. T is a French Subject or God save King On the Relief of Vienna a Hymn for the True-Protestants REnown'd be Christian Arm The Turkish Whigs be damn'd And lousie Holwel in their Head Who our blue Saints has shamm'd II. These are your precious Rogues Rather than not Rebel Against their Lawful Prince and God They 'l joyn the Devil of Hell III. These are your True-blue-men Who Persecution cry When They with Julian their old Friend The Christian God defie IV. But he has found an Arm To do the Royal Work And vindicate Himself against True-Protestant and Turk V. 'T was a true Christian Prince That made him know His pleasure And taught the Villains what is due Both to their GOD and CESAR VI. God bless our good King CHARLES And JAMES His own dear Brother And may they both live long live long To Sucour one another VII God bless the King of Poland too And every Christian KING The Name is sacred Hang the Dogs Who do not love the Thing A Narrative of the Popish Plot shewing the cunning Contrivance thereof The Contents of the First Part. How Sir Godfrey is kill'd his Body they hide Which brought out in Chair a Horseback does ride How Jesuits disguis'd our Houses do fire How subtly they Plot the King's death conspire Of divers great Lords drawn in to their Bane An Irish Army and Pilgrims from Spain I. GOod People I pray give ear unto me A Story so strange you have never been told How the Jesuit Devil and Pope did agree Our State to destroy and Religion so old To murder our King A most horrible thing But first of Sir Godfrey of his Death I must sing For how e'er they disguis'd we plainly can see Who murder'd that Knight no good Christian cou'd be The truth of my story if any man doubt W'have witnesses ready to swear it all out II. At Somerset-house there is plain to be seen A Gate which will lead you into the back-Court This place for the Murder most fitting did seem For thither much People be freely resort His Body they toss'd From Pillar to Post And shifted so often t 'had like t'
only for a Slave The Humble of a Nature poor and base The Chaâ—â—â—â—â—â—ng a dull insipid Race And Tempâ—rance a Gallant 's chief disgrace In Vertues garb the great Mans Vice they dress Giving it names with sound of Worthiness They call his Pride the Graniduer of his mind And for his lust the Name they have design'd 〈◊〉 a Compliâ—aâ—â—â—â—yr that makes men kind Profaneness is his Wit and his Excess By a Gay janty Humour they express All his Debauches too must be no less Thus they lap ruin up and guild our Crimeâ— But Vice destroys like Ivy where it climbs In us the dangrous state th' Ambitious see Of Greatness Avarice and Flatterie Gifts Honour Office Greatness Grace of Kings Raise the Ambitious upon treach'rous wings Till from the mighty hights they giddy grow And fall into the Ruin lyes below If the first fail which do support our state The last our fall serve to percipitate This with to dear Experience we have bought And learnt a Lesson which too late was taught Prosperity's a Drug that must be ta'ne Corrected Opium like or else 't is bane A more Lethargick quality's in her Than ever yet in Opium did appear Her fatal Poyson to the Mind she sends And uncorrect in sure destruction ends Whilst in the way her guilded snares she lays Easie and credulous Man she soon betways Who sees her â—oâ—es and her Lillies here But her concealed Snakes doth never fear Prosperity a repasts puâ—â— up the Mind With unsubstantial and unwholesome wind T is a 〈…〉 do use And 〈…〉 But when Affliction moulds your dayly bread 'T is then the staff of Life with which she 's fed Affliction like the River Nile bestows Her fruitful blessings wheresoe're she flows And if when she withdraws strange Serpents rise Not in her streams but in Soyl it lyes Which like the great Apollo she strikes dead By the same Influence they first were bred If she return and shew her hidden head Great minds like the victorious palms are wont Under the Weights of Fortune more to mount Strongly supprest and hurl'd upon the ground Fill'd with sublimer thoughts they more rebound Still careless whether Fortune smile or frown Whether she give or take away a Crown Our Walls are Tyded and by that we know She always ebbs when she doth leave to flow And constant in Inconstancy does grow Make an attacque all Injuries that can They sall like Waves beneath a rising Swan Freed and secur'd from all discordant Care Here we our heads above the billows bear Till from our shoulders they transplanted are And from their summits with dum gapes proclaim Of a Quincumvirat the trait'rous shame But during all this Storm we still do find An Anchor and a Haven in our Mind Not beaten now though then expos'd to th' Wind As Nightingales our bosoms we expose And sing environ'd with the sharpest woes Degraded from vain Honour here we grow More great and high as Trees by lopping do Honour 's like froth in each Man's glass of Beer 'T is least of use though topmost it appear The common Vouchee for ill acts she 's grown It and Religion all our Mischiefs own She raigns in Youth with an unruly heat And in her falser Mirrour shews them Great Till Age and Time convince them of the cheat Rash heads approve what sober Men despise And the fantastick Garb offends the Wise She rarely now is seen but in Disguise True Honour and plain Honesty 's the same From various Dwellings comes the various Name For whilst she gay in Courts she 's Honour there But Honesty with Us in Durance here In differing States most things have difference What pleas'd this day the next offends the Prince The Prosperous loath what the Afflicted love Prisoners abhor what free they did approve And still there 's power in each Mans choice to make Himself content if he can wisely take And think his own though hard a happy Stake In ev'ry state does some Contentment dwell And here we find a Pallace in a Cell Good is good ev'ry where and ev'ry thing And good can of it self no evil bring All good 's a raye of the first Light alone When Ill approaches only that 's our own Vertu 's not gain'd by spending of our days In pleasure Princes Courts or from the Rays At Vertue 's Coast by Travel we arrive And so by Travel Virtue 's kept alive She dwindles if she want due Exercise But us'd grows brighter and still multiplies Virtue increases Snow-ball-like rowl'd onâ— A lazy Vertue 's next of kin to None Pris'ners indeed they be that do lay by At once their Fredom and their Industry If Men turn Drones within their hony'd Hyves It lyes i' th' Pris'ners heart and not his Gyves The good grows better here the bad grows worse The Spur that maiâ—es this go does jade that Horse Hence the great'st part are male-content and sad Since that the Good are fewer then the bad A Bliss that springs from pâ—netential joy Is the Minds balsome in each sharp Annoy Fools only their own Comfort do destroy To this Râ—â—rement we can freely go 'T is the great'st pace of Majesty below Or stirring out imports the World to know The Goâ—ler ' Centinel to guard our Doors And Castles are contain'd i' th' narrow Floors More happy and more safe secur'd from Foes Than those whom Troops of Enemies enclose Much more as Pris'ners our high bliss we boast Being secur'd from such a mighty Hoast Of deadly Foes so fierce with wrath might Our selves so feeble and unfit to fight ' Gainst the black band of vicious and Profane Who thousands do undo in each Campain In the Assault we seldom brook the Field But flye like Hares or else like Cowards yield Yet this the World esteems an hard estate And Us who feel it count unfortunate Shew then Philosophy the state wherein Such Safety and so much content is sâ—en Wherein less rugged or steep hind'rance lyes T'obstruct the Path unto Perfection's prize The useful Rod's only bound up for this To whip and lash the Childish on to Bliss Who sullâ—nly refuse the Rod to kiss And so the Blessing in the Whipping miss Some like the Whale only design'd to play In fruitless pleasures drive the flying day As Boys with Clackers drive the Lent away Whilst here we stop the hours of time that flyes With Contemplation's nobler Exercise Maugre all Goals think we e're long must dye And then enjoy an endless Liberty Death will redeem from long Captivity Man's Life 's a Piece spun of a various Thred In some 't is sine in some a couâ—ser Web. The Threads across th'Occurrences of Fate Cut early from the Loom by Death or late The Dread of Kings Death does not us dismay To Dye's less then be Tantaliz'd each day What Man complains with Weariness opprest That Night is come the only Time to Rest The last Speech of Sr. Edmundbury Godfrey's Ghost LOok up Base Croaking zealots of the Age Before
the KING's Life For the First 's sake the Last you can forgive But no Denyers of the Plot must live Nor Conscience nor my Honour will Dispence That I should Murder my own Innocence And rather than I falsly will expose The Lives of Guiltless Men my own I 'll lose Their Art or Friendship was amaz'd to find So great a Calm and Constancy of Mind And when they found eluded every Bait They gave him up to his own Sullen Fate But as to Christ into the Desert led The Tempter vanish'd Angels did succeed So did our Hero's Soul this Combat past An Earnest of Heavens Joyes begin to taste On GOD spent all his Thoughts on Prayer his Breath To his new Purchase he so long'd to go And take Possession that Death seem'd too slow That Tragick Scene to every Eye but his That Day of Guilt to some to Him of Bliss At last appears and Swarms of People crown'd The Fatal Hill for Noble Blood renown'd Of different Temper each his Pleasure finds Part come with Curious Part with Cruel Minds Some only in the Strangeness of the Sight Others in the Butchery and his Blood delight Poor Animals how Savage and how Blind They want the Eyes and Bowels of Mankind And now to Them and Him the welcom Hour Summons our Noble Prisoner from the Tower As some East-Indian Carack homeward bound Of Earth's vast Globe having gone all the round Twice cut the Line and with bold Canvas run Beyond the Limits of its Rival Sun Making to it's Native Port the Cheering Gale With Joy each Heart with Wind fills every Sail So does our Hero now from Storms releast Move to the Scaffold as his place of Rest Heaven this last Favour does to him afford To tread the Footsteps of his Dying LORD In whom live all his Hopes dye all his Fears By whom Tower-Hill Mount Calvary appears On his Great Leader in his Dying State He hopes in Glory as in Death to wait And that his Blood for Crimes pretended spilt Of his True Sins may cancel all the Guilt The Scaffold Steps did Jacob's Ladder seem The Scaffold was a Monarch's Throne to him And with such Joy he did resign his Breath As other Mortals save themselves from Death For those who caus'd his Death was his last Prayer And his last Words his Innocence declare Stafford farwell May thy Pacifick Blood Of Crimes and Judgments stop the Raging Flood Our Blindness cure and by a holy Charm Of it's Dread Thunder Angry Heav'n Disarm In vain their Bloody Guilt some strive to skreen With Forms of Law and Oaths of Perjur'd Men. What weak Excuse how slight those Fig-leaves are Christ and his Martyrs and King Charles declare Judge on which side disputed Truth mustly All swear these swear and live these swear and dye In vain your Bable of a Plot you boast ' Gainst Heaven and Truth your Labour will be lost No more your fancy'd Deluge can prevent Which must with Blood and Perjury cement Already ' mongst the workmen by just Doom Of Jarring Tongues the old Confusion's come Heavens Beacons lighted in a Blazing Star Too sure a signal of Impending war This Corrupt Mass away it self will purge And all by Turns will be each others Scourge Then with his Gauls should Brennus hither roll How will your Geese protect your Capitol The name of TITVS will hereafter sound As once in Palestine on British Ground A Perjur'd Tongue like Records will afford Of Slaughters here as there the Victor's Sword I wish Repentance may their Eyes Unseal And from their harden'd Hearts remove the Steel And that the Victims of their Cruelty As Martyr's Blood Pacifick Hoasts may be God may for them men's Prayers receive When they the Prayers of Dying men believe But if their poyson'd Hearts they will obdure For such Malignity Heaven has no Cure Now Carver thy Instructed Chissel may To the rude Stones their proper Forms convey His Glorious Image better Light will give To make thy Labours and these Numbers live All other Hero's of a lesser Rate Owe to the Poets their Immortal State That lasting green they from their Laurels take Which does the freshness of their Glory make But our high Theam this order does reverse For now the Subject will Embalm the Verse Which as the Shadow on the Sun doth wait Will justly though obscurely Him relate And in that Noble Office shall out-live These worst of Times and Time it self survive Shaftsbury's Farewell Or the New Association GReatest of Men yet Mans least Friend farewel Wits Mightiest but most Useless Miracle Where Nature all her Richest Treasures stor'd To make one vast unprofitable Hoard So High as thine no Orb of Fire can rowl The Brightest yet the Most Excentrick Soul Whom midst Wealth Honours Fame yet want of ease No Power could e'er oblige no State could please Be in thy grave with peaceful slumbers blest And sind Thy whole Life's only Stranger Rest. Oh Shastsbury had thy Prodigious Mind Been to Thy self and thy Great Master kind Glory had wanted Lungs thy Trump to blow And Pyramids had been a Tomb too low Oh that the World Great States-man ere should see Nebuchadnezzar's Dream fulfill'd in Thee Whilst such low Paths led Thy Great Soul astray Thy Head of Gold mov'd but on Feet of Clay Yes from Rebellions laâ—e Inhumane Rage The Crimes and Chaos of that Monstrous Age As the old Patriarch from Sodom flew So to Great CHARLES His Sacred Bosom Thou But Oh! with more than Lot's Wifes fatal Fault For which she stood in Monnmental Salt Though the Black Scene Thy hasting Foot-step flies Thy soul turns back and looks with longing Eyes Ah Noble Peer that the Records of Fame Should give â—rostratus and Thee One Name Great was his bold Atchievement Greater Thine Greater as Kings than Shrines are more Divine Greater as vaster Toils it did require T' inflame Three Kingdoms than One Temple fire But where are all those blust'ring Storms retir'd That roar'd so loud when Oliver Expir'd Storms that rent Oaks and Rocks assunder broke And at his Exequies in Thunder spoke Was there less cause when Thy last Doom was giv'n To waken all the Revellers of Heaven Or did there want in Belgia's humble Soil A Cedar fit to fall Thy Funeral Pile No Die and Heav'n th' Expence of Thunder save Hush'd as Thy own Designs down to Thy Grave So hush'd may all the Portents of the Skie With Thee our last great Comet 's Influence die May this One Stroke our lowring Tempests clear And all the Fiery Trigon finish here With Thee expire the Democratick Gall Thy Sepulchre and Lethe swallow all Here end the poyson of that Vip'rous Brood And make Thy Urn like Moses's wondrous Rod So may Our Breaches close in Thy One Grave Till Shaftsbury's last Breath Three Nations save And dying thus t' avert His Countreys Doom Go with more Fame than Curtius to His Tomb. But is he dead How Cruel Belgia say Lodg'd in thy Arms yet make so