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Extracted from the most Authentick Testimonies of the best Historians and Antiquaries of their times Price bound 1 â— Janua Scientiarum Or a Compendious Introduction to Geography Chronology Government History Phylosophy And all Gentile sorts of Literature Price â—ound 1 â— POEMS THE VVAKING VISION OR REALITY in a Fancy AS I was walking reading in a Book Of all the Plots that Hell had undertook Methought I heard a sudden murmuring Rout And cuâ—ious to behold I fac'd about When soon the Croud did to my sight appear With a young Hero stalking in the Rear Their Leader was an old man known too well By that false traiterous name Achitophel He fac'd about and waving round his Wand The cringing Rout stood still upon 's command Lieutenant Absolom forsook the Rear And strutting forward did i' th' Front appear Thus fixt in their Array the first that broke The silence was Achitophel who spoke With roaring voice and visage most austere When to his Eccho all the Rout gave ear All big with expectations till the bold Snake-like Achitophel this story told I need not tell you of the case betwixt ye If you remember Forty eight and Sixty How happy were we in the first of those When no man durst our Laws and Wills oppose Wills as obliging as the Persian Laws We fought and prosper'd in the good old Cause None durst oppose our Faction or appear In vindication of a Cavalier Then all our Party in one humour stood To bleed the Nation tap the Royal Blood Till envious Death at last did basely trip Old Noll up with his short Protectorship Then turn'd the Game and Monk began to sing In Loyal tone Now Boys a King a King Against our wills he did by force restore The King to that which was His Right before Then all those plaguy Rogues call'd Cavaliers Began to peep abroad and shake their Ears Each one expecting from the King to be Rewarded for his Truth and Loyalty When thus we saw our Plots go down the wind We chang'd our Note and spake in other kind And made the World believe 't was only We Restor'd the King to Crown and Dignity When if we could but still have been obey'd No Stuart e're had Englands Scepter sway'd But since what 's done can't be undone again Why stand we idle gazing here in vain Let 's try our wits and Plot for to obtain And play the Old Game over once again Do as our Fathers did come play our parts And let the people know you're English hearts That are not given to change Eighty one offers us a mark as fair As ever Forty did come strike prepare Take Oaths of Secresie and Covenant To ease the Nation of her groans and want Right and Religion Liberties and Laws Will make the Rout quickly espouse our Cause Tell 'em if they don't stir they 're quite undone Religion 's ruin'd Liberties are gone Perswade 'em that the Pope and Popish Train Are just returning to the Land again That 's a pretence ne're fails but always takes And of a Bad Old Cause a Good One makes Now now 's the time strike up for if you miss You 'l never meet a time so pat as this Here 's Popish Plots discover'd and found out With Fears and Jealousies to charm the Rout And soon perswades them all their Lives are lost That they must burn like Martyrs at a Post Unless they get the Popish Party quell'd That are by Evil Counsellors upheld Here 's Grievance upon Grievance these are Knaves And those would make the free born Subjects Slaves Tell them the King 's a Tyrant and Oppressor And that we have a damn'd Popish Successor The Parliament's Disolv'd and we must be Govern'd by Arbitrary Tyrany But yet be sure to keep you in the shade And do what e're you do in Masquerade If any Senator against you sit Be sure to call him Papist Jesuit Mac-Tory Protestant in Masquerade That would your Liberties and Rights invade Now one word more and I have spoke enough Go fall to work for I have found you stuff Which having spoke the Rout were jogging home But soon return'd at voice of Absolom Who with andacious tone cry'd hark my friends Come side with me if you 'l attain your ends Achitophel shall change and take the Rear And I my self will in the Front appear And good old David soon shall know that I VVill be his Heir or else I 'll bravely die VVhat though my Mother was his Concubine The fault was hers I 'm sure it was not mine I am his Son and from his Loins did spring I am of Royal Blood and will be King Do you but help me to obtain the Crown I 'll rule by Law and all your Foes put down I 'le part the
a while ago Us'd by Cantarogax Your Agent then To th' same Realms tho' but in vain since when Others with like Effects have us'd it I Us'd the experienc'd Rule Presbytery This was the method Mighty Lucifer That brought ten thousand Rebel Souls a year For twenty years together to this place For Python's part an 't please your Grace He hatch'd a Plot I must confess but what Effects did this his so much talkt of Plot Produce VVhy 'faith he e'en sent here no more Than those who were Your Grace's own before For my own part I to the House will give Of all my Actions a short Narrative In grave and comly Hypocritick Dress Bearing the outward form of Godliness I cloath'd my self and to Vtopia went Haunted the City Court and Parliament And in short time pick'd up a numerous Crew Of all Religions every Sect a few I made all those my own who took great pains To make their seeming Godliness their gains All those who use Religion for a fashion Or seem to thrive by th' ruine of the Nation All who 'd at Court their expectations crost Or by ill manners had Preferments lost All those who were engag'd in the late Broils In the King's Death and the three Nations Spoils And had this King 's late Act of Grace abus'd By their unnatural Ingratitudes All who had lost their Games and now would fain For their own turn have the Cards dealt again I found one fit at last to steer these right A Favourite of theirs a much fam'd VVight Capricio call'd and thereby hangs a Tale Meager his Visage is his Face as pale As his Deeds black Dame Nature sure design'd That by his out-side men might know his mind Hell 's in his Body and his shrivl'd Skin Seems dropping from his rotten Bones within His Corrupt Tortur'd Body does convey Fresh spleen and rancour to his Heart each day Which lest it shou'd o'reflow or by mishap Be over-charg'd from Sun or Fleece a Tap Is in his Body fixt with curious Art Which from his double Envy-canker'd heart By pumping does exhaust th' exundant Juice Reserving still enough for 's daily use With this half Fiend I many Consults had And we at last this Resolution made Almanzor's due Succession to oppose Among his many unprovoked Foes We chose young Marcion not for any love But to undo the Youth as time will prove Poor easie Prince he littte thinks that we Prostitute this his weak Credulity To our own use to Anarchize the State And hasten his two soon intended Fate Disgusted Lords we got some two or three To put their helping hands to Anarchy Amongst the rest one Libertino nam'd Of him I must confess I was asham'd His vicious Life did much disgrace the Cause But 't was enough his hate to King Church Laws And Goverment in general drew the rude Unthinking Jealous Headlong Multitude To esteem him so that he this Title bears One of the Protestant Utopian Peers With these in close Cabals sometimes I past And forg'd a feasible Design at last 'T was thought without some provocation 't were Not fit our Cause in publick should appear I pitch'd upon a Rogue the truth to tell Has not his Fellow even here in Hell Among our Crew we forg'd a Plot which he First brought to light A Re-discovery He made as soon swore to and was believ'd Then our good Party found themseves aggriev'd And cry'd aloud These Tories Brethen see Behold we say the Lords Delivery This was some Bishop sure or Masquerader Soon after this a Son accus'd his Father Forward and backward swears at last he vows Sir He was subborn'd by that same Papist Towzer Things went on well now they thought 't was time The Ladder of Rebellion they should clime The Senate sate High for the Good Old Cause Magna Charta and Fundamental Laws No Arbitrary Power but we must give Necessary Limits to Prerogative Tho' the King mayn't yet We may break the Laws Punish at pleasure though without a Cause Then must Almanzor be excluded He Has too much Spirit too much bravery They must and will have presently Redress Of a long Bead-roll of Grievances And these are such as the K. won't nor can't Nature and Conscience will not let him grant If not no Money Sirs what e're come on 't A Fig for Foreign Foes so the K. want Councellors must be tax'd and most of all Hali whom they had nought to charge withal But only ' cause he could discern the weather And judge when Elements would clash together They do not think it safe that any Lord That has but sense should sit at Council-Board Those that sit there should in their Foreheads have Their Beast-ships mark of either Fool or Knave Who lov'd the K. was Voted straight to be Betrayer of the Subjects Liberty And their old long-lov'd Darling Property Capricio tells them next they want a Prince Fit to be trusted with the Rule and since The present King 's not such they think 't were fit That they be trusted both with Him and It. In short I 've brought that Kingdom now of late In all Conformity so near our State That whosoever sees both will surely Swear 'T is an exact true Pattern of This here Then such loud shouts from all the Senate came That I awak'd and found it but a Dream SEJANUS Or the Popular Favorite now in his solitude and Sufferings IS this thy Glory now is this thy Pride Of sticking to the Saints and Godly side Religious bugbear words that fright from hence From Subject all their Loyalty to Prince Make black Rebellion seem white Innocence Entitle Heaven to the vilest Crimes Make Deity like th' Rabble blame the Times Mad Zealots so Atheistically civil Baspheme the Gods to Complement the Devil The mightiest of the inspir'd Saints is come To Crown himself with fancy'd Martyrdom Geneva Whig that still cries out at Rome But raises still Domestick Broils at home How quietly Great Charles might end his Reign Which all in troubles the poor Prince began Now vext by Ghost meer shadow of a Man The cunning Hypocrite that still can spy The smallest Mote in his kind Prince's eye By Zeal and Nature made so double blind That in his own the Beam he cannot find Some say but one vast Luminary stands In 's surrow'd brow and watches all the Land But sunk into its hole crept out of sight As if it were afraid to see the Light His Skull 's too narrow Circle can't contain His Tow'ring thought vast Gygantick brain Blinded again with hopes of Reformation Poor little Poliphemus of the Nation That mighty Monster brav'd the rising Floud And this can wade thro' a whole Sea of Blood How hath this wretched Isle been chang'd and curst Since thou wert born and since it knew thee first How did its Tributary Rivers pay A bloody dreadful Homage to the Sea VVhilst on the Purpl'd Ocean thou didst ride And tack about still with the Wind and
that 't is out of Fashion For Tradesmen to sink in Desperation Methinks though we broke at State for sins We may drive the old Trade of Cony-skins And Kid-knapping Sell Brock and Dog-skin-Muff And country Captains cheat with Horse skin-Buff We must imploy our Talents still devise A hundred Prodigies and Prodigious Lyes The Hook of Popery won't take small Fish now fy on 't the French have quite marr'd all The Whore of Babylon and Antichrist He hath ground to powder and spoil'd our Grist Who would have thought that Vnchristian King Would stop our Mouths with such a Christian thing But yet we 'l sigh and groan and shake the head In time Rebellion may be brought to Bed With good Midwifery and good Wives aid To whom such Tales as these must still be said How a Child spoke as soon as born we 'll tell Perhaps before to ears that could hear well Tell Northern men how Six Suns did appear At once i' th South to Southern Eight Moons there Then for a touch of Prophecies we 'l say The Isle O Brazeel but the other day Appear'd to a good Master of a Ship Where an old woman that gave Death the slip E're since the Deluge told him that the Time Of the Saints Government was now at Prime Down goes Baalam Ashteroth and Dagon Down goes Bell and then up goes the Dragon But now let 's gybe the Sail and catch the Wind And make a tack to fetch you up behind There was a time they say since the World stood You had a Charter never to be good Have you forgot your Routs and Ryots when You forc't the best of Kings and best of Men To fly from 's Royal Pallace and betake Himself to Forest-shelter and the brake When the Divine Magicians of your Town Chang'd you to Wolves and Dogs to hunt him down Have you forgot how you the Queen did force And High-born Issue to a sad Divorce From their Royal Father Have you forgot How you made th' Crown and Miter go to pot First Clamour then Petition Last you bring Rebellion a compleat Sin-Offering Say Obediah tell me if you please Had you a Charter for such Tricks as these Once more Beloved Have you forgot when Beat up for Bankrupt and Religious Thrums When Hungry Levites and starv'd Prentices Sally'd from their dark Cells and Penthouses And like the Plagues of Egypt spreads all o're Some for to stench us all for to devour Have you forgot how you did Stab the King And Church with Bodkin Thimble Spoon and Ring And like the Indians prostitute your selves For th' Devilish Idols of your Cause and Elves Say Annanias tell me if you please Had you a Charter for such Tricks as these Surely the Act of Amnesty is split On those claim pardon won't renounce the Guilt A Realm divided ' gainst it self can't stand Nor City if by such as you 't were man'd In vain are Oaths and Witnesses if th' Shreive Can pack a Jury that will not believe A Turk's a good Evidence 't is very true Against a Christian not against a Jew The Pope and Conclave sure have chang'd their Nests And took your Quarters up within your Breasts Their high Prerogatives to You resign'd Can damn the Innocent and saint the Fiend Or else your Conscience and Religion Are inspir'd with Mahomet's Pidgeon A Race of Chequer-work that 's intertext With the worst Christian and worst Jew mixt A kind of circum uncircumcised kind Can Swear the Body and not swear the Mind As Senators for to get in must Swear Then keep the COVENANT to Depose the Heir And all this 's done by virtue of the Full Charta pro Causa and a Tub-Pulpit full Sons of Oedipus we know you enough The mark of Cain is graven on your Brow Not for the Churches nor for the crown-Crown-Land But for the Twelve Apostles 't is you stand St. Paul for London St. Peter for Rome Judas for the Suburbs till the day of Doom 'T is not the first time you have shew'd your Leige How you hate Idols but love Sacriledge 'T is hard to say to whom we 're most in Debt To the Jesu or to the Judas-it Lyons and Vnicorns support our Arms But these are th' Beasts that do support our Harms Now to the Quo Warranto we must Tack Joyn my Lord's Kennel to the City Pack Speak Joller Jolly Jewel Whig-dog Quest Bouncer Bawler Blew-lips and the rest O Divine Charter It would burst my heart If th' Ark from Israel should thus depart But don't bring Pleas as vast as th' Book of Martyr T' obstruct Justice and prolong your Charter Speak to th' point good Brother what can'st say To keep this Charter ever and for ay Please You my Lord our Charter's sacred made By Grants so many none can it invade Of Twenty Kings and Senats hath the Seal The Pope had more before he did Rebel Against the Law of God and of the King He was confiscate for the self-same thing The Law 's the Rule of Peace it doth not jar In 't self it hath no Repugnance nor War If Kings themselves can't give their Crowns away Then Kings by Law can't Themselves betray Look you Brother here You have Misus'd Your Charter and the known Laws abus'd Ryots and Routs You that should them suppress You have promoted to a great Excess You have pick'd Juries pack'd them for your Cause And this destroys the Fundamental Laws You that should Schism and Faction quell support Vnlawful Meetings and to them resort What shall I say of Oaths You Allegiance Swear To day to morrow would expel the Heir Whose Crimes beyond all Presidents go Forfeit their Chaâ—â—els and their Charter too To this we answer Let the sinner die A Tooth for a Tooth and Eye for Eye Let the Transgressors of the Law be lasht But do not let the Law it self be dasht Things that have Sanction of long time and great Authority should not be lightly set In days of old when Subjects Innocence Virtue and Goodness did oblige their Prince The greatness of the Monarch's mind was such They thought good Subjects could not have too much But yet they ne're intended publick wrong By private Act that 's but an ill-tun'd Song They us'd their Charter meerly to support The Government You to betray the Fort And 't was not Sodom's sins But 't was the Men Cast Town and Charter in the Sulphrous Fen Your Oracle hath spoke and ' tmust be so Carthago delenda est down ' tmust go Where now do all our Learn'd Chaldeans keep Be our Soothsayers and ' Strologers asleep I' th' Blazing Stars Predictions was a Flaw You said Antichrist for Anti-Law Oft men of Art by Figure take that Scope To mean the Charter when they nam'd the Pope Well there 's no help for 't now she must be stript That 's caught a Whoring and severely Whipt The doubt of Tyrany late turn'd your Maw How do You like this Governing by Law When Lunaticks are in
For last of which none more renown'd can be Let Arragon her Testimonial give And Thy Dutch Victory in sixty five Which Higgons Muse hath so inspir'dly sung Making the Neptune's Heroes chief among None may so well that glorious Motto claim Of being Terror of the Ocean Main Which Louis did for Michael's Knights ordain As once a Servant of King Edward's went With Royal Cup his Master to present One foot did trip being quick he did prevent With t'other Legg the Fall Godwin of Kent Laughing said to the King Ev'n thus one Brother We see is ready still to help another The King reply'd Just so might Alfred me But That remov'd by base Treachery The Belgick Sheaf and Aesops Moral Teach Betwixt own Brothers there should be no breach The Scripture say's They must together dwell Vnion's their Heaven Disunion's their Hell Vnworthy are they whosoe'er they are Fraternal Vnion to break that dare Then in despight of such as would disjoyn Your Persons Live together says Eloigne When men are absent their back friends dare say And do those things which else they'd ne'er essay Divide impera we may English make First separate and then Advantage take Long live Great Prince who not desir'st to see Thy Lieges Funeral Solemnity But guided by an equal and just Soul Humbly submit'st unto Divine controul Nor dost expect but stay to see the Fate Ordain'd above Sign'd from Eternal Date We read of Louis a Montpensier Peer Who though his Father had been dead 5 year Yet took such Grief at seeing of his Grave As did streight after him of Life bereave Even just so James we may expect to Dye When Charles submits to mortal Destiny God's wondrous hand after a long Exile Them hand in hand brought back to Native Isle When wisest men esteem'd their state forlorn They saw them stated in the Land where born A strange agreement they have underwent Sometimes of Bliss sometimes of Discontent Why may not then Fraternal Sympathy Co-operate to dying Harmony When thinking what they 've suffer'd in times past One can't endure the other to out-last But as they 've liv'd together so to die May be their Fate ordain'd by God on high The possibility of this is no doubt By various Authors we may make it out Let 'em both live until they have out-done That Age which David calls a wondrous one That Royal Prophet whose Afflictions were So great and with which James his may compare Those Clouds are clear'd the Sun is now brast out His Brother's Rays incompass him about Apollo's Rays that can alone dispell All Fumes and Vapours though exhal'd from Hell Those Rays late issued from the Declaration For ever making Calm and Still the Nation Abs-hinc Aethereas cessans volitare per aur as Optatus placidae Tutus adesto Domi Audent-absentis nonnulli rodere famam Cum fuerit praesens or a reclusa tenent Est 〈…〉 cohors Dux inclite Cominus esto Si forsan fueris Eminus ista ferit To His Royal Highness the Duke THey who oppose your Right unto the Crown Would had they pow'r pull Monarchy quite down 'T is not so qualifi'd they would have one Of this or that Religion on the Throne No no we know their minds they would have none The men that lately kept from Charles his due Now promise fait to disinherit you They who explode your Right to make us slaves Are not Presumptive but Apparent Knaves By our Dissentions they would smooth their way And from Contenders hope to snatch the prey But such men seldom in the end can boast They threaten loud but still their Cause is lost In such affairs they 'l find it to their cost Still the old Cheat Religion is the Cry And made the Ram to batter Monarchy ' Cause they deserve they fear the smarting Rod And most Religiously distrust their God Envy at Regal Sway Ah it is sad And Zeal misguided made those Bill-men mad These took rash measures and did ill advise But without jealousie or wrong surmise The future will prove Loyal Calm and Wise To us it cannot but assurance bring That a good man can make as good a King Factious design and damn'd Plebeian rage Does to no mean degree distract the Age And watch the tott'ring of our settled State But can we such Sheep such careless Elves Not to beware the Wolves among our selves Those Beasts of Prey that lurk in a disguise That wear our skins 't is there our danger lies Against their brother-Wolves they raise the cry ' Cause their Addresses are not half so slie A Papist seems a Papist to our sight But our Fanatick ' cause he would not fright Daubs o'er the Devil like a Child of Light But Ah! great Sir where you should still Command You like a Stranger visit your own Land You for a moment tantalize our Sight Then like the absent Sun you give us night But 't is the ready way we must confess To make us know and prize our Happiness Whilst all do suffer for the faulty few England must lose it Self in losing You. But to Great Britain come May You in highest Splendor live and be Happy and safe Great Sir in One of Three Sir may your Right no otherwise prove vain Than by the length of our Great Charles his Reign We cannot Sir but prove a happy Nation One bliss enjoy'd another in expectation There but remains this great Truth in the close Your Virtue ' nd Courage Sir the whole world knows And y' are born for Conquest o'er your Foes A Congratulatory Poem upon the happy Arival of his Royal Highness JAMES Duke of York at London April 8. 1682. Written by a Person of Quality Si Natura negat facit Exultatio Versum NOw to be silent or to write in Prose Were a like Sin such as I leave to those Who either have but dull unthinking brains Or whose bad Arguments enhance their Pains But when a Thesis is prepar'd and fit And nothing wanting but an equal Wit I need no Muses help to aid me on When that my Subject is my Helicon Great YORK is such who Him their Theme intend Will nothing find so hard as how to End And see He comes my Joyes excessive grow Like swelling waves each other they o'erflow At York's Return see Heaven and Nature smile And gen'ral Gladness spreads o'er all our Isle The Valleys Hills and Woods now deckt and gay Welcome his Coming in their best Array On every Bough the chirping Minstrels meet In tuneful Notes the God-like James to greet At his Approach the Sun new thaws the Earth Who to her lavish Bounties gives quick Birth Sure all things but dissenting Citts accord To own Great JAMES for their next Lawful Lord. But above All see Sacred Charles descends To greet the best of Brothers best of Friends His eager Love impatient of Delay Resolves to meet Him on his tedious way And now They 're met who can Their Joys reveal They sure do only know them who
through sixteen Doors and more Communicating with the Roman Whore I call'd him stubborn Rogue that ne're would bend And told them plainly he was not their Friend Therefore advis'd them to contrive his end I workt it so for all his great Commands I made him glad to scape out of their hands By shifting for himself in foreign Lands I rav'd and went on and was 't not prety To accuse the King in the secret Committee And jeer him at Clubbs and Cabals i' th' City I wonder'd how brave English Heroes cou'd Be Rul'd and Govern'd by the Scottish Blood Such Servitude I ne're esteemed good Therefore their indignation to appease If that they 'd issue forth a Writ of Ease I 'd serve't on Him when their Honours please I taught the people that since Babel-Tower From them alone Kings did derive their power Whom if they pleas'd they might change every hour From Club to Club made drunk where e're I came I loudly rail'd against the STVARTS Name And did their Fathers Persecutions blame I made Dissenting Saints believe that He Design'd t' ensnare their Souls and Liberty And on Him sham'd the Irish Massacre I prais'd old Noll the Armies Bully-Rock With those good men that brought Him to the Block Him above all that gave the fatal knock I curst the Fates of that unlucky day Wherein Old Rowley strangely slipt away And would not for his Friends at Worcester stay I wisht the Devil might th'Popish Traytor choak That hid Him from us in the rotten Oak Which is as true a word as e're I spoke A sneaking Dog whose conscience was so nice A Thousand pounds would not the Thiefentice I would have don 't for half the money twice With grief I celebrate that Feast in May Which Tories call their great Thanksgiving day As for a Judgment then I fast and pray These are the Services I 've done the Nation As a fore-runner of new Resormation And to make way for the Association For which I should to great preferment rise Rewarded and advanc'd above the Skies By th' keepers of the English Liberties This to be true Time would have prov'd my words Better then Bar of Commons or of Lords By the fair Tryal of your Pikes and Swords For as Reformers must I 've wrought some wonders Which should have been confirm'd by Warlikâ— Thundeâ— Made out by 〈◊〉 Sacriledge and Plundâ—â— With Roman Bulls Black-bills and Smithfied Spits I frighted three Kingdoms out of their Wits And made them fall into Convulsion-fits I made them on a sudden fly to Prayer For fear of Mountains falling from the Air Which made some soft Pates of their Brains dispair Some choose to die by true Protestant Ropes And some for fear of Papists cut their Throats For which they were beholding unto Oales Whilst others frighted with the hideous cries Of Fairy Armies fighting in the Skies By gazing up lost both their Heads and Eyes Some thought the Island was just running round No steady place of sooting to be found For fear they run away and left the ground That Roman Canibals in furious mood Were coming to destroy th'Protestants brood And eat them all at once for want of food No man could 〈◊〉 on Pillow lay down's head As in full Senate learnedly One said Least he might â—ise withâ— Throat cut in 's Bed For as we are told by a deceased Squire In 's Narratives of Massacres and Fire How narrowly we scap'd the Papists Ire That they had made the great Vesuvian Hills Into Fire-balls as small as Doctors Pills And secretly convey'd them o're in Quills The Trayt'rous Jesuits and their cursed backers Had made mount Aetna in Squibs and Crackers To throw burn our Cloaths to Rags Tatters All this was but a Tryal of my Skill Like th'Exercise of Quixot and his Mill I was resolv'd to do more wonders still I raised forty thousand of the Dead Souldiers that from their Camp last Age were fled And fed them under-ground with Ginger-bread Armies of Pilgrims I call'd out of Spain Embarqu'd in a Nut-shell safely on the Main And in a trice convey'd them back again I made a Prince that was of little stature With half a word a tall and comely Creature My very breath chang'd him in every feature I rais'd up â—yges robb'd him of his Ring And by that means convers'd with many a King So secretly Themselves knew not thâ— thing I beg'd of Juno Argus's head and eyes To place abroad in Princes Courts for spyes So that I knew of every Enterprize I knew all mankind living on the Earth Set private marks upon them at their Birth Which caus'd amongst some people wondrous mirth Though now and then I bawkt by Candle light Pox on my sences and my duller sight Could not diserna Squire from a Knight These and a thousand other pretty pranks I 've play'd with men of all degrees and Ranks For which I did expect some better thanks I little thought that this sweet Face of mine That looks so like a Reverend Grave Divine Should come so soon thro' Iron Grates to shine I never dreamt of such rewards as these Whilst that I liv'd in Palaces of ease Sporting with my prity Gammedes Nor did I think my Labours and my â—oyles Should be rewarded in the common Jayls T would make â— Welch-man swear Guâ—s pluâ—â—er her Naiâ—â— But Oh! see what the destinies have brought to pass That folks at last should make me such an Ass As to keep Colts with Oates instead of Grasâ— I thought the Nation would have paid my sâ—ore For a reward have thrown me something more But now I see I am deceiv'd full sore As holy Mussel-men do count and write Their great Hegira from their Prophets flight When for Rebellion he was banish'd quite So may I date my woes from that same day My Polish Princely Patron run away And left his people in the mire and clay Why did he not take me with him to dwell When he embark'd for Holland and for Hell I ne're shall get there half so safe and well My mind long since presages dreadful things With tortured cryes my Ears already rings And think each man some fatal tiding brings My Tongue that never fail'd me yet now falters I dream of nothing but of Hemp and Hâ—her And frightful Visions of the Rye-house Maâ—â—ers Methinks I see some of my Friends come o're And becken to me from the Stygian Shore All pale and wan and welter'd in their gore Methinks I see each night stern vengeance stand Over my head with naked Sword in hand Threatning Est Soons to rid me of the Land Oft times I dream of those bald gastly Pates O' th' Bridge and Quarters o're the City Gates Pitying as 't were my own those poor mens fates And then I fear least the just Fates decree As a Reward for my Fidelity The Doctor to adorn the Triple-Tree But hang me Sirs if e're you catch me there When once I 've brought my self into the snare In