wrought by curious Chymistry To an Elixir to make thousands by The many-headed Antichristian-Beast With names of Blasphemy upon his brest Judas hayl Master with his loving Kiss The brazen Bull of cruel Phalaris All guests to fit Procustes Iron bed By stretching joynts or chopping off the head Whatever I have said describes it not But like as Hell is fanci'd fiery hot Th' eternal Mansions of damned Sprites As we pourtray by that which us affrights Just so the Covenant do I express By likening it to the pit bottomless Or to the Locusts which thence did arise With dreadful Strings Or to the fatal eyes Of that Serpentine Monster which can slay Only by sight yet still whate'er I say Ten thousand times comes short of that degree Of hellish Venom and Malignitie VVhich in the Solemn League by proof is found That Scotch-born Pest nourish'd in English ground VVhich hath devour'd alike both beasts and men Lands Houses Churches Castles surely when Grisly Abaddon with Destruction met That Sire and Damme this Goblin did beget Which to the life t' express doth pass my Skill Puzzles my Fancie and out-dares my Quill For beyond all that I can think or say It is Great Beezebub's ET CAETERA UPON The Detestable LIFE And Accursed DEATH OF OLIVER Lord PRO-TRAYTOR OF England Scotland and Ireland with the Dominions thereto appertaining HOw many wonders centre here in one Well may we call him Wonder 's Legion He 's Prodigies in gross a wholesale Pack Of strange Portents Amazements Almanack To think what first he was to what he grew Would startle Faith and non-plus Reason too No doubt but future Ages will suspect His Story yea had we not seen th' effect No Rhetorick could win us to believe Nay we might doubt our eyes did us deceive But that we also felt as well as saw The weighty load of his imperious Law God bless me when I look on him I fear As if some dreadful Comet did appear More frightful never was that blazing Star Whose flaming Tayl struck terrour near and far Nor could a flying Dragon scare me more Nor Thunderclaps which over head do roar Nor yet that rending Thunderbolt which falls Mingled with blasting Lightenings Fire-balls Such trembling horrour and amazement bring As that Vile Monster who destroy'd his King What is he dead No no it cannot be Can Lucifer taste of Mortalitie Rather the time expir'd he here should dwell And hence he went to play his pranks in hell Who can imagine him of mortal breed Hell's Off-spring onely durst act such a Deed. His Nose betray'd his Lin'age and did show His Pedegree th' infernal fire below As in a Landskip there was set to view VVhose frequent Pimples seem'd a Damned Crew Thus Hell was represented in his face Himself the Divell acted with such grace Who saw him took the Actor for the same Thus he and Satan differ'd but in name Some think an Incubus his Mother prest And while she bred him say she was possest Nor is 't improbable for that old Hagge Prov'd afterwards his Oracle would bragge Much of her cunning and some say would tell Of secret whispers in a private Cell No sooner was a Health drunk to his Nose But she as quickly could and did disclose Yet let his Sire be what he will we know That Lucifer he oft-times did out-do Some call him Jeroboam and pourtray Him and a ghastly Goblin both one way Turning blinde Fortune's VVheel to get a Crown Though Oliver put Jeroboam down He was to him a Saint two Calves of Gold Although he made his Crown thereby to hold Yet openly rebell'd seem'd what he was But Cromwel in the dark unseen did pass Step after step with gilded Perjury And with the most refin'd Hypocrisie All Jeroboam's sins he did commit And far out-strip'd him he a Kingdom split Rent it in twain but not to pieces broke Forsook his King but not with fatal stroke Murther'd him at his door nor was ingag'd To Rehoboam rather was inrag'd Against him for his fathers sake who sought His life but he by flight his safety wrought This villain to the death his King pursu'd More fierce then fiercest Tyger he inbru'd His hands in Sacred blood which to defend Oft he had sworn did the whole Kingdom rend From his Successor Jeroboam left Two Tribes to Davids Son Cromwel bereft His Sov'rains heir not only of his Crown But all his friends most proudly trampled down Rob'd him of all the comforts of his life And drew against him his blood-thirsty knife Instead of Golden Calves to be ador'd This daring English rebel well was stor'd With monstrous heresies which vented were Without coutrol all found protection here Old darkness was esteem'd both light and new Religions all were free except the true Oh! what a Zealous Sycophantick gang Hosanna sung what new Sects daily sprang The vilest Jeroboam chose for Priests Cromwel at this was expert and supprest All that were ablest who durst not comply With his designs were with contempt cast by Thus sects with us like the Egyptian swarms With humming musick dance to Cromwels charmes So that if now I should his name devise He should be Beelzebub the Lord of flies Old Holofernes one was pleas'd to call This rebel but beneath the mark did fall And yet did very well he level shot Aim'd at the white although he hit it not For that great Captain at his Kings command Led forth an hoast fell by a womans hand This monster rose in arms against his King And slighting vows to publick death did bring Nor would when summon'd unto death submit But sturdily strove to abate its writ Till Lucifer in blustring storms did come To ravish him perforce unto his doom Then did he yell howl blaspheme rave And four days respite humbly beg'd to have Then then this wretch unto his place did go There to eternity to suffer wo. Old Holofernes his Kings foes subdu'd To such who did submit he mercy shew'd Cromwel both King and all his friends brought under His native Country he did rod and plunder Jerusalem by force one did assault Vaux-like th' other in a secret vault By secret practises knew to delude And brought his Masters into servitude Better his own vile name then other may His more accursed qualities pourtray Henceforth let it serve for a Magick spell A spirit rais'd back to remand to hell And as a Bugbear froward children stills The trembling Scots his name with horror fills Dunbar and Worster fatal Proofes they found How well the Cov'nant thriv'd in English ground Our Covenanters learn'd to slay their King And on her knees their Kirke old Nol did bring He to their grief taught them and made them feel Their League was to be purg'd away with steel Now fie upon him Loon the Kirke did cry The League was gud he took it wickedly To rise in Arms our Covenant allows To root out Prelacy nor do our vows Forbid to sell our King this doth agree
September The last of Treaties in this month begun And promis'd fair untill the men of War Dreading a peace surpriz'd our Rising-Sun And dragg'd him to th'illegal new-found Bar Of bondage The next treaty they shall see Will be through halters at the Gallow-tree 13. In October What blood was shed at Basing after they Had spent their sury with their pois'nous breath And wanted strength unto their wills to slay But promis'd quarter let the harmless earth It fell on witness may it ne'er forsake That tincture untill Heav'n enquiry make 14. In November Next Kniveton's life their rage must satisfie For meer obedience to his Soveraigns will Who sent him messenger yet like a Spie They take adjudge him and his blood they spill Did ever Turks or Pagans violate The Law of Nations like this lawless State 15. In December Stout Pitcher's murder'd Carew who did praise A servants treachery unto his King Lo for reward his servant him betrays Unto the block a bloody-offering What grief it was that when he did return It could not be but by a shameful urne And for a Conclusion to this Heroick Piece of Loyalty he writ the following Epistle by way of Post-script To the High and Mighty the Tyrants Triumphant at Westminster Gentlemen I Cannot call you since you drench'd your Hands in His Blood who was the Fountain of all our earthly Honour and Happiness the Life and Light of the Land Hoc scelus Abyssus ex Abyssu natum Nor Country men who have so Nero-like inhumanely ripp'd up the Bowels of your Natural Mother and exposed her Nakedness to the view of the pitiless-world Si hi Sancti qui Scythae Si hi Christiani qui Cannibales For certainly none of you are of the right English race in that all of you degenerate so far from the true English Nature Facta haec Anglia olim nec Sancta nec Ethnica novit Or if you be the most prodigious Monsters that ever the Earth groaned under in whose proditorious breasts the Spirits of all expired Traytors by a kind of Pythagorical Transmigration are enclosed Let after-ages impose a name suitable to your merits for surely this cannot In the interim it shall suffice me you know whom I speak to and that I speak what I know From year to year I have fore-warned you of judgements threatned and impending for your horrible impieties And thoâ—gh I had been silent yet methinks the general fate of all Rebellions especially such as this is that sums up all Items in this Total The Barbarous Murder of Gods Anoynted had been enough to inform what you might trust to but that 't is too apparent we are wheel'd about to those times wherein Sacriledge is counted Reformation Rebellion Devotion Murther Justice and Traytors consecrated Saints and Martyrs Vis proditoria nomine vocatur Novo Angligina Virtus I have cordially wish'd and seriously begg'd you would have returned to your pristine Obedience as the surest step to make your selves your children and all of us happy But I found your consciences were sear'd your soules flatter'd with ambitions dreams and charms of heightned pride had mounted you Icarus-like too near the Sun which ever goeth before destruction And indeed you have not bin more Turk-like tempted with success in your Actions from which you still concluded though very weakly that GOD owned your Cause then Heaven hath been merciful I may say in tempting you with so large a time of Repentance But sithence you have despised the Mercy and neglected the Opportunity it is to be feared the Mercy and time of the Mercy are both forfeited For I will not search into the secret Will of God so far as 't is manifested either in his Word or Works shall satisfie me and by their Rules if I understand either your Commonwealth together with your selves are even now falling to nothing This I write in Charity to you to the end that although you have no hopes to escape a Temporal yet your endeavours may be to avoid the Eternal punishment due to your wickedness And that 's as much as can be desired or pray'd for by SIRS The Admirer of your Treason and Tyranny George Wharton For the writing of this Almanack he suffered exceedingly and was by imprisonment made incapable of every thing that might probably assist him through his earthly Pilgrimage and was now so closely looked after that he durst not write again neither could he be permitted that Liberty until it pleased God to put it into the mindes of his Adversaries to release him upon promise to live quietly And then in his Almanack 1651. for his Peaceable living he most ingenuously Apologizeth thus To you sowre Criticks that By-standers are Viewing the Gamesters playing foul or fair And by the stroaks of you defining Will Save whom you fancy those you do not kill To you grave Chair-men whose attentive ear Hears all you can believes all true you hear And think the Roy'llists cannot real be Until a Rope conclude their Destinie Send I these Lines To let you understand I live as well b' Example as Command And that whate'er you judge herein amiss Conformable to your own Practice is The Prelates quit their Sleeves of Lawn and all The Hierarchy their Coats Canonical And live disguis'd as if they were none such That e'er laid claim to Tythes or Christian-Church Why may not I as well disguised be As they or rather their Divinity The high-born House of Lords themselves submit Their Persons Honours Magazines of Wit Sure I who am but dust and ashes then May do as much as those Almighty-Men The new-conforming Garter-Knight that erst Hung's Watchet Ribbon o'er his amorous brest Thinks it far better now the King is dead To lay 't aside then lay aside his head Why may not I some crimson Lines leave out To save my ankles from the Prison-gout The subtile Lawyer holds it not amiss He paraphrase on Ambiguities And though he scarce the Latine understand To write CUSTODES in a texted-hand Why might not I though not for dirty gain Write as he writes Will such Ink ever stain when he found the Presbyters decay Streight leaves his scribling-humour to obey What if from scribling too I deign to cease Do I ought more then all that live in Peace Nay Lilburn that prodigious Combatant Held it not safe perpetually to rant For he once quitted from the dreadful Rope Waves Magna Charta falls a boyling soap I 've scap't the Halter twice as well as he What if I now resolve to live as free Compounders some not onely Pay but Swear Might I not Promise that I would forbear The brave secluded Member that needs must Revile the Army doom the State to dust Observe him but now he is all to bits How penitent how patiently he sits The parboyl'd-Citizen who ne'er would do Scarce what an Ord'nance did enjoyn him to See how obsequiously he trots about To finde both Old and New-Malignants out The
Skies And Phoebus view without an Eagles eyes Then rouze up Muse from thy Lethargique strains And having first invok'd the God of Brains Let the Grand subject of thy Measures be No soul to England like a Monarchy 4. In February It is the Image of that Domination By which Jehovah rules the whole Creation Angels nor Saints do in his Kingdom share God is sole Monarch they but subjects are Whose Laws are such as when they did rebel Sequestred not but sent 'em straight to hell 5. In March As Old as that Paternal Soveraignty God plac'd in Adam rul'd his people by Disown'd of none but them whose minds aspire And envy One should have what all desire For be 't a few or many we live under Such shall repine still whilst not of the number 6. In April The Antients did a Monarchy prefer Made all their Gods submit to Jupiter And when Affairs and Nations first began Princes Decrees were th' onely Laws of Man Experience will avow it where there 's any One honest man is sooner found then many 7. In May. The rational soul performs a Princes part She Rules the body by Monarchick Art Poor Cranes and silly Bees with shivering wings Observe their Leaders and obey their Kings Nature her self disdains a crowded Throne The Body's monstrous hath more Heads then one 8. In June A Monarchy's that Politick simple State Consists in unity inseparate Pure and entire A Government that stands When others fall touch'd but with Levelling hands So natural and with such skill endu'd It makes one body of a multitude 9. In July In order wherein latter things depend On former that 's most perfect doth attend On unity but this can never be The Pop'lar State nor Aristocracy For where or all or many bear the sway Such order to confusion leads the way 10. In August A Monarchy more quickly doth attain The End propos'd for 't is the single Brain That ripens Counsel and concealeth best Princely Designs till Deeds proclaim 'em blest Whilst numerous Heads are rarely of one Mind Slow in their Motion louder then the Wind. 11. In September Treason nor Force so suddainly divides Th' United strength that in a Crown resides Sedition prospers not it seldom here Results an Object of the Prince's fear Than when an Empire Rome was ne'er more strong Nor triumph'd under other Rule so long 12. In October A Monarchy abates those fev'rish fits Of Emulation a Free-State begets A Prince cannot his Reins so quickly slack Or throw his Burthen on another's Back But where so many Rulers have command The work 's transfer'd and toss'd from hand to hand 13. In November The People or the Nobles to debate The deep Concernments of a troubled-State Set times and places have assign'd them they First meet and then adjourn from day to day Whereas a Monarch who by Nature's One Deliberates always never's off his Throne 14. In December But hold Methinks I see the three Estates Conven'd thrown open prison-doors and grates Extinct our paltry Jealousies and Fears Grace offered to all but Cavaliers And Papists yet with patience they abound In hope for better now the wheel goes round 15. The Conclusion Thus trace we Time and in our several Spheres Slightly pass over ne'er-returning years Thus States and Kingdoms to a Period draw Their Politicks must yeild to Natures Law Thus Kings and Beggars are Companions made Shake hands and knock the Scepter 'gainst the Spade Thus Courts and Cottages become one Roof And Carts and Chariots meet without reproof Thus all the Greatness Mortals do contend And Damne their Souls for slideth to An End In Kalendarium Ecclesiasticum 1659. these following Pithy and Prophetique Verses are to be found 1. On the Moons Eclipse in April Now have amongst ye you that stand On slippery ground or build on sand Seditious Spirits play their pranks Inundations break the Banks Rumours of Wars about us fly Thrice happy Man dares bravely die Intestine Tumults taken Towns Besieged Cities Princes frowns Astonish Us. But I 'll to plough And never minde what Mad-men do Mavors and Hermes bear the sway May He deserves it have the day 2. On the Moons Eclipse in October Quick work and crafty He that sways In this Defect brooks no Delays Beware of Pyrates High-way Thieves Dull Heresies and Hanging-Sleeves Of scarcity and dearth of Grain VVith uncouth Griefs 'mongst Cattle reign Tempestuous VVinds Quotidian Fevers Ptisicks and Priests that cock their Bevers Debates that into question call The Peoples Laws ev'n God's and all For Stilbon onely hath command And him alone I understand 3. On the Suns Eclipse in November VVhat noise is this methinks I hear Some dread Heroe drawing near A busie Clergie belching fire Some Prince depos'd and in the mire I see by th' light of one fair Star VVhole Nations going out to war Risings Arraignments sudden death And Ruine rushing on the earth The Rivers lessen'd Fountains dry VVaters corrupt good Subjects die For Mars is rampant and what hand Can turn the Edge of Burlybrand 4. Under the Regal Table Sacred's the name of King and full of splendour Famous the Title of the Faiths Defender Yet when on such the Rabble fix'd their spleen Who had regard to Faith to King or Queen But now such Comments on the Text they make All Mortals must submit for Conscience sake 5. Under the Table of Terms Thanks busie-Term-time thou bring'st work to do For Judge for Council and Attorney too But should'st thou end and never more Commence Lawyers would lose their most voluptuous sence The knotty Laws which now so dear we buy Be rated like Bishops Divinity 6. Under the Tide-Table The Sea hath fits much like this giddy age Sometimes she pines anon she swells with rage And makes a rupture where she overflows The Fertile Banks yet never further goes Without a Miracle then Natures bounds Or if we think she do 't is where some Towns Encroach upon her interest For she Is full as constant far more just then we 7. In January All hail my Masters I must now implore Your Ticket for a twelve moneths recreation I know no Plot save that which keeps us poor And this of mine to gain your approbation All my designes lurk in these Rural strains My Guts conspire indeed but not my Brains 8. In February I honour all that have a Soveraign Pow'r Extol their Prowess be it more or less Admire them growing in a golden showre Observe but point not at their vain excess The Suns defects seen in a line direct Hurt th' eyes not when in water they reflect 9. In March I pray for Kings and think 't a pious Deed Good Princes very well deserve our pray'rs But thereof bad ones stand the most in need For such be sure do stand on slippery stairs And like to Iron generate the rust From their own substance turns 'em into dust 10. In April I 'm hugely taken with the Golden Train Those lofty