their Frantick fits 'T is the best Expedient to reduce their Wits Son of a Slave is' t not enough to cheat Fools of their Money but you must defeat Them of their Souls Duties to their GOD and Prince Was this the Trade you 're bound to 10 years since Sell your Pole-davis pack up your false Ware And be content to cheat your Chap-men there You ne're were Prentice to a States-man sure Say some Great Knave to draw thee to this Lure Should stroke thee on the addle head and cry Come honest Tom Thou know'st better than I We 're like to have sad times you see Religion groans and bleeding Liberty The honest subject he must be disgrac'd And every sober Officer displac'd We can't keep Feast nor Fast for th' Nations good But all 's misconstru'd and misunderstood The Plot is vanish'd and the Duke appears Tom han't we cause for Jealousies and Fears Perhaps thou sigh'st then till thy Buttons Crack And as thy Soul was tort'ring on the Rack From the Vesuvus of thy smoaking Zeal Thou bellow'st forth this lamentable Peal Ah! My dear Lard Happy the Womb that bore ' An heart so Noble Israel can deplore ' In such sad Times as these when Woes us shroud ' That Moses will conduct us in a Cloud ' We are all grieved with Extremities ' And Pharaoh's deaf to all our Plaints and Cries 'Our Wills with Bridle and our Mouths with Bitt ' Are held by force our Sanhedrims shan't sit ' We can't stoop down to Baal Saints that have right 'To Judge the Earth are Ravish'd of their might 'Our Handsare Fetter'd and our Hearts complain ' That free-born Spirits should be thrall'd in Chain ' These and ten thousand grievances we have ' But you must save poor dying Souls from th' Grave ' Sweet Lord But Orpheus who should take the pain 'To bring Euridice from Hell again How drooping quoth my Lord hold up good Tom Of my Spirit of Sulphur take a Dram Though at a Slight or two wer'e almost gone He 's a poor Juggler that ha'nt more tricks than one I 'le call my familiar Presto appear He comes and whispers in my Ear. Courage Monsieur and do not be dismaid From Pluto's Councel-Board I 'le still bring aid Stand but your ground and doubt no overthrow Whilst there 's a Fury in the deep below Fig for the Globe and Scepter too to boot The Trades-man's Yard is longer by a Foot Be Impudent enough Affronts repeat Nothing so brave as th' Base to brow the Great A thousand ways a thousand Wiles we 'l try In Town must set the Stygian Company Whose Country Factors must retail their Wares From House to House as do the Scotchmen theirs Complain of Taxes in time of Wars In Peace of Trade and evil Councellors Invet'rate Letchers when their Lust departs To keep the Sports up they must use new Arts. We must the Crowns Prerogative impair The Negative voice in th' Commons declare To Counterfeit the COIN 't is Treason made But not the PRINCES Power to invade 'T is Orthodox the longest Day you live Your Rights t' Encroach and Rob th' Prerogative Slight all the Kings Alliances disgrace Foreign Embassadors in every place Say that Ben Hadu Otor's scarce half man'd Though wiser far than all our Knaves i' th' Land We are all Brethren and we now must plow With all our Heifers Might and Main must bow Every new Moon a new Parliament can't Re-mind the Folk that they 're the Government We shall have one at last I 'me sure and then We 'l make such Senators shall make us Men The Tide may turn States have their Ebb and Flow And we may catch them when the Water 's low Children must be provided for and Wars May hap Crowns themselves are not free from cares Then Money must be had our Silver Coin Shall buy good part of Pharaoh's Golden Mine We are all Tradesmen now and what we give 'T shall be but Bartring for Prerogative Fetch the Adressors up and scour the Coast Of all the Tories and abhorring Hoast Hang up the Judges and Grand-Juries clap Close in Goals that stood i' th' Royal Gap Dawn but that day quoth Tom and we will Sing A Headless Council and a Headless King Hold quoth my Lord too fast now you ramble Quoth Tom to keep pace wi' y' I must amble Bless me my Stars Can such as these men be The Bulwarks of our Church and Liberty Send them to the Morocco in Exchange For 's Estriches and Lyons they 're Beasts more strange The French 't is said Fees any one that 's rare Pray Cross the Waters and to Him repair If there be any Spirits that excell You in Sedition they must come from Hell We know the idol of your Charter's dear To you as Laban's Gods to Rachel were In her pollutions which she slily hid Because all search their Modesty forbid But your pollutions in your Charter Reign And hope it shall your wickedness maintain No Date of Time no Power on Earth can give Such Sanction as to make Corruption live But Master Ignoramus make right view And sure 't is not your Charter squints but You There 's no such thing as the Kings friends shall bleed And 's Mortal Enemies for Treason free'd You 're fine Fellows to Judge the twelve Tribes I fear By Magna Charta you will scarce sit there Cabbage twice boild's stark naught and th' discourse You know in Pulpit still the same is worse Consider Rabby You are wise and sage Rebels and Jubilees thrive but once an Age Alas you know it was but th' other Day With Drum and Trumpet Fool and Knave this Play Was Acted to our cost of Lives and Ore Pack up your Nawls we 'll be deceiv'd no more Grant some great Lord or two did chance to jar With Cedars well as Shruhs such Chances are But yet methinks the Twigs should grateful be To th' Root that gave them all their Bravery Malice ne're want's for Mischief and Revenge Is dearer much to Mortals than the Fringe Of Heav'n The Soul of Body and ' State And ev'ry Nerve's imploy'd to serve its Hate The cunning and the crafty must be bought The young and sportive they are easy caught The discontented they must be left alive With hopes of his ambitious Retrieve Sticks of all sorts and sizes it must get To make the Flame and to increase the heat And still Religion makes the Oven red Or else quite spoild's the Batch of Ginger-bread Then crawl the Insects forth their Kingdom 's come Still where the Carrion is those Creatures rome And buzzing up and down the Town they cry For Liberty and for Truth we 'll die To Hang for Rascals first I wish you 'd try Haâ—k Villains hark Your base Rebellious Lust And your â—oyalties have the self-same gust Your Goats Blood cannot itch so much to down With Both as we to prop the Church and Crown I saw your Spells the Votes 't was bravely done As with the
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
blest News I bring Discord is dead and they have chosen you King Pride Envy Malice Hell would soon decay Should Peace appear and Disord fade away Anth. Thanks Friend whoe'r thou art for this bless'd News The Name of King I hate yet can't refuse I wish some other Name they would confer Joyn. What think you then my Lord of Emperour Anth. Spoke like a Roman Soul who tho they hate The Name of Kings yet Emperours create Joyn. Or if these please not what if you should be Dubb'd of Mankind Plenipotentiary Anth. Spoke like a Non-con's Soul that very Name Does all my Vitals heat and sets my Soul on flame Let me embrace and hug thee in my Arms That Hogen-Mogen word is full of Chaâ—ms There 's Beauty in 't that leads my Soul away And I must follow though I go astray Joyn. What means my Lord by that recanting Speech To go astray implies you 've made some breach Anth. The observation of it does imply You have been boil'd i' th world as well as I. Joyn. 'T is true my Lord I aim'd at mighty Things To subvert Kingdoms and to murder Kings To teach the Nation to be Picts once more And die their Skins with their own â—rimson Gore That is the truest stain that ne're will out Witness his Father murder'd by the Rout. Anth. That 's the dead-bone which touching bleeds a new And that 's the cause I did the Son pursue Like Cataline our Mischiefs are not sure But by effecting greater to securâ— Joyn. But since i' th' world your Taper does not shine â—ike Damocles tho Presbyterians dine The Sword of Justice trembles o're their â—ead And hangs secur'd but by one single thread There needs no Atropos to cut the string One blast of Treason more against their KING Does all the Vengeance on their own heads bring Ant. You seem a Convert now Prithee declare What is your Name From whence and what you were Joyn. My Lord survey this Face and you will find â—ith a small recollecting of your mind What my profession was and what 's my Name By whom imploy'd from whence and what I am Anth. I seriously observe you but can't tell You are so alter'd since you came to Hell But guess you are a Man of no great Fame Nor ever had until of late a Name A Name I mean that does deserve Renown For Murder or for striking at the Crown Joyn. Small Shrubs my Lord may tall as Cedars grow What was John Leyden and Massanello What was Wat Tyler and Jack Straw of late And our prodigious Oliver's great Fate That made all Europe shake To such a height I might have rose but Fortune ow'd a spight And struck it home just in the nick of Time And for a Throne I did a Gallows clime My Lord you sure may know me now Anth. I do Your Name is Colledge and I pity you But prithee tell me for I fain would know In all my journey hither to and fro I could not spy one glimmering light of Heav'n For all was dark but what from hence was giv'n Only some Link-boyes Skeletons did ply I' th' way with Lights most dreadful to the eye What is the reason For I 've heard men tell Strange Stories and that viewing Heav'n is Hell And not enjoy 't Prithee what shall I do I 'de give a world that happy place to view Joyn. The reason is You did in Holland die A place that to the Centre lies so nigh That you 're no sooner dead but you are here It is a shorter cut by half a Year It lies so low and sunk so deep i' th Sea It wants the use o' th Primum Mobile Had you in England staid and dy'd as I You might have clipt the Air and reach'd the Skie Anth. But since I 'm forc'd into this dark abode Describe the pleasures of that blessed Road I fancy that some pleasure will ensue To hear that told which I shall never view Joyn. No sooner was my Soul discharg'd of Clay But up it sprang and pinion'd quick it's way I pass'd the Orbs with wonder and delight And wa'n't took notice of in all my flight At last on Hean'ns Battlements I stay'd And all that bright Imperian round survey'd Observ'd how the Primum Mobile did fly Ten thousand times more swifter than the Fye The vast Expance did all with Glory shine A Gate of â—eal did on my right hand stand And Peter as I guess by th' Keys in 's hand Who ope'd the door and all pure Souls receiv'd I thought to enter too but was deceiv'd Anth. What happiness to those blest Souls was giv'n who 'd plague their King and Conntrey to lose Heav'n Joyn. He took me by the hand and turn'd me round â—id me avant for that was holy Ground Yonder 's your Road down there the Angels fell And so must You. At which I struck at Hell I or in a moment so quick was my Fate My Head was dash'd against Hells Iron-gate Which then was shut A wonder to the Crowd Open the door I boldly yaul'd aloud A thund'ring Voice I heard From whence From who D' ye come I strait reply'd I came from You I am a Joyner by my Trade and come To sit and Wainscot up his Lordships Room At which the Gates flew ope I entred in Swept clean the Room of all things there but Sin She must remain and your Companion be For ever and to vast Eternity Anth. I 'm mad I rave The Vulture gnaws my Breast I wou'd repose but 't is in vain to rest No rest is here My scorching Entrails burn And all my Guts to horrid Snakes do turn Oh cursed Fate that I should die so soon When all my Treasons scarce did reach their Noon Oh! had I but a little longer stood I would have made the Nation flow with Blood But I am dead yet still I must Rebel And add more Flames unto the Flames of Hell I 'll make grim Pluto tremble in his Throne And all the Subterranean Empire groan I 'll make 'em drink again the bitter Cup And undermine their Hell and blow 'em up With that he foam'd at mouth hung out his Tongue At which a horrid ugly Scorpion hung His Eyes so hot did glow made Fiends admire And burnt so fierce as Hell it self cry'd Fire But a shagg'd Fiend appear'd and in a trice Hurl'd his hot Soul into a Hell of Ice Where may each Traytor that their Kings controul Fin'd his Estate entail'd upon their Soul The King of Poland's Ghost Or a Dialogue betwixt Pluto and Charon upon his Reception Pluto HOld Stygian Sculler what hast brought me here Charon The Soul Sir of your long-wish'd noble Peer Pl. What not the King of Poland's Ch. Yes 't is it Pl. You old Tarpawlin will you ne're learn Wit Who bid you touch at Dantzick and be hang'd D' ye think my Furies long to be harangu'd Ch. Stop the mistake and let your Passion cease He ne're came there for Poland's
the Best of KINGS These things I did observe and many more But Tyr'd with the Relation I 'll give o'er True Loyalty in its Colours Or a Survey of the Laudable Address of the young Men and Apprentices of the City of London to His MAJESTY NO Name because you can't write well a Fist Is a Good Hand that can write Loyalist Go on Brave Youths and let your Paper show What Love what Service to your King you ow. How well Now London must be Judge of Thee When in thy Sons we find such Loyalty What Though the Jesuits a brooding lye To hatch for us a Mortal Enemy Loyal Addresses shall like thunder kill The Poison-gathering Viper in the Shell And quickly make the Factious Gang leave off To Lace their Coffee with Seditious Stuff The Roul contains most Trades who Swear they 'l be One Man t' oppose their Princes Enemy Th' Ingenuous Pothecary makes up a Pill And Swears it knows both how to Salve and Kill The Keen edg'd Barber with his Razor votes Instead of Cutting Beards to Cut their Throats The Shooe-Maker protests he 'd rather choose To wind Cord for their Necks than for their Shooes The Cobler too wou'd meddle with the Fools And wou'd instead of Soles Translate their Souls The Nimble Taylor swears each Finger itches To cut their Coats more than to sow their Breeches The brisk Vpholsterer swears by his Feather Their Souls and Bodies he will Quilt together The Damming Vintner Vows next time to bring Confounded wine to them that hate his King The Greasy Butcher Swears by 's Oxe's Head That at one Blow he 'll strike Sedition Dead Then Cut it open Quarter it and Treat The Devil with a Dainty Dish of Meat The Cockt-up Haberdasher briskly debates For Brushing of their Coats instead of Hats The Artificial Surgeon fain would Box 'em And send them all to Hell with a Pox to ' em The Cook cries cram 'em in my Pot 's Belly And I will stew their Rump-Beef to a Jelly A Carpenter comes in with a few Cringes And fain wou'd have 'em Hang'd upon new Hinges Then a Hot Bell-Founder cryes out of Spite They dead my Trade let them be hang'd outright But the slye Broaker Vows he dos not dare Venter his Coyn on such deceitful Ware Next unto him comes the ruff Brick-layer And he 's for Building up the Common Prayer The Loyal Coach-man this Sentence Broaches I am for making Plotters draw my Coaches The Brazier is for Burning them to see What Mettle afterwards they 'l prove to be The Strong-Water-Man would be at Stilling Of their ill Humours not at Killing Then comes the Lawyer hatching of some Evil And fain would bring him into Bond with th' Devil But says the Attorney Let 'em make uds luds An Execution t' me of Body and Goods The Rare-loyal Weaver makes a pother To have 'em Kickt from th' one side to the other The Gold-smith likes 'em best for well he knows Such Mettle both for Gold and Silver goes They 'l take what stamp we please they are such Witches A Caesar's Head as well as Oliver's Breeches Last comes a Printer and sayes Let me Dye If I don't brand 'em to Eternity I will transfer to future Age their Plot And what Reward their cunning Coleman got I will Transprint King Charles his Death and bid The Children Weep for what their Fathers did Papists and Factious both shall go to Pot While the True Loyally Draws a better Lot Loyalty Triumphant Or a Poem on the Numerous Loyal Addresses to His MAJESTY ROuse up my Muse For how in such a Cause Canst thou be Lazy or admit a Pause Why do not Words flow faster then thy Ink Or forward Verse scarce give the leave to think Thy Pen in such a Cause should Pregnant be To Write thy Fellow-Subjects Loyalty Subjects that dare in spight of Faction show How much they to the best of Princes owe That dare in spight of all the Politick Crew Who would the People and their KING subdue Be truly Loyal Honest Just and Good Four things the Others never understood Or if they ever did have long forgot Since first Sedition in their Hearts took Root Their Leaders Soul as well as Eyes do squint And could we search the Heart the Devil 's in 't He seems in shew as Loyal as the best But a full Fury Lodges in his Breast Ambition that Curst Fiend that fain would Tread Once more upon his Royal Masters Head Nor are his Followers behind in Zeal T' advance the Good Old Cause and Common-weal Reading the Votes of Parliament I found The KING with honest Men encoâ—â—ast round Who for the Publick Good did Wisely Vote That He for Tangier should not have a Groat At His own Charge He must the War maintain Or Tangier might be Lost for He in vain Assistance sought from them unless He 'ed give In Pawn for it His own Prerogative And against Nature's Laws cease to Defend An only Brother and a faithful Friend He must Exclude Him from the English Crown That when Great York they once had tumbled down They might set up an Idol of their own Whom if they cannot manage to their wills And make him Authorise unheard of Ills They 'l without scruple hurle them head-long down And tearing from his Brows the totter'd Crown Each will be King and set it on his own Amongst five Hundred Men some few there were That durst for Loyalty and Truth declare That durst the King's Prerogative Maintain ' Gainst Mighty Matchivel and all his Train But once discover'd they like common Foes Or Spies upon the Actions of the House Are first made Kneel before the Bar and then Our Loyalists such Principles despise Are still contriving how their King may rise How they may make Him Powerful and Great And in full Splendour keep his Royal Seat Still acting what their chearful words express Whilst each of them performs a whole Address Oh! may they still persist in doing well Till there be no Tongue left their Deeds to tell That they who did in This their King regard May in the other world meet their Reward The Club of Royalists COme Ganemede and fill each Glass with Wine Let each Muse Drink her share then fill up mine I with the Nine will Revel all this night Till Charles his Health bring back the Morning Light But hold a little Whither am I gone What need I run so far as Helicon Whilst Riding on each Beam the Sun doth bear As Loyal Drinkers as the Muses are For they I fear have caught th' infection too Since their own Sons bravely themselves undo For one who formerly stood Candidate For Wit and Sense with Men of highest Rate Apostatizes from his former Acts And from his own Cambyses Fame detracts No more in Verse his Mighty Talent shows But Libels Princes with Malitious Prose This Man in Cornhill if you chance to meet Or near the Middle of Threadneedle-street Know 't is to pay his Homage
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
have been lost To watch with dark-lanthorns the Jesuits did go But no ways distrusted our honest Bedlow The truth of my story c III. Lest such close Contrivements at length should take air When as his dead Body corrupted did grow They quickly did find an invisible Chair And set him on Horse-back to ride at So-hoe His own Sword to th'Hilt To add to their Guilt They thrust through his Body but no Blood was spilt T' have it thought he was kill'd by a Thief they d d mean So they left all 's Money and made his Shoes clean The truth of my story c. IV. To shew now th' excess of Jesuitical Rage They this Loyal City to ruin would bring ' Cause you Citizens are so religious and sage And ever much noted as true to your King T' your Houses they go With Fire and with Tow Then pilâ—er your Goods and 't is well you ' scape so Y'have seen how they once set the Town all in flame Yet 't is their best Refuge if we believe Fame The truth of my story c. V. By Bedlow's Narration is shown you most clear How Jesuits disguis'd into Houses will creep In a Porter's or Carman's Frock they appear Nay will not disdain to cry Chimney sweep Or sell you Small-Cole Then drop in some hole A Fir-ball or thrust it up by a long Pole But I now must relate a more tragical thing How these Villains conspir'd to murder our King VI. At the' White-horse in April was their main Consult Where a Writing these Plotters wickedly frame The Death of our Sov'reign was the result To which at least Forty all signed their Name They would not do that In the place where they sat Trusty Oats must convey't from this man to that To make sure work by Poison the deed must be done By a long Dagger and shot from a Gun The truth c. VII For fear at St. Omers their Oats might be miss'd They agreed with a Devil t' appear in his place In a Body of Air believe if you list Which lookt just like Oats and mov'd with the same grace ' Tcou'd Plot it cou'd Cant Turn eyes like a Saint And of our great Doctor no feature did want Thus hundred did swear they saw Oates ev'ry day But true Oates was here and the Devil saw they The truth c. VIII From Father Oliva Commissions did come To raise a great Army much Treasure is spent The Old Man did once think to take Post from Rome For to ride at the Head of them was his intent But Bellâ—s ' was fit Who can deny it To command in his place when his Gout wou'd permit Lord Stafford was proper'st to trust with their pay Old Ratcliff to range them in Battel-Array The truth c. IX Th' High-Treasures place the Lord Powis did Men of desp'rate Fortunes oft venture too far Lord Peters would hazard Estate and his Ease And Life for the Pope too in this holy War Lord Ar'ndel of old So war-like and bold Made choice of a Chancellors Gown we are told All these did conspire with the Lord Castlemain Who now his good Dutchess will ne'r catch again The truth of my Story c. X. Great store of wild Irish both civil and wise Designed to joyn with the Pilgrims of Spain Many thousands being ready all in good guise Had vow'd a long Pilgrimage over the Main To arm well this Host When it came on our Coast Black Bills forty thousand are sent by the Post This Army lay privately on the Sea-shore And no man e'er heard of 'em since or before The truth c. The Second Part. I. THe Plot being thus subtly contriv'd as you hear To God knows how many this Secret th' fear impart Some famous for Cheats yet their faith they don 't To tie a Knave fast they had found a new Art They swore on a Book And Sacrament took But you 'l find if into their grave Authors you look To forswear's no sin as the Recorder well notes Nor Treason Rebellion nor cutting of throats The truth c. II. Still blinded by Zeal and inveigl'd by Hope Store of Arms they provide for Fight and Defence The Lords must command as Vice-roys of the Pope And all over England they raise Peter-pence Their Letters they send By Bedlow their Friend Or else by the Post to shew what they intend Some hundreds Oats saw which the Jesuits did write 'T is a wonder not one of them e'er came to light The truth c. III. Pounds two hundred thousand they to Ireland sent Fifteen thousand to Wakem for Potions Pills Forty thousand in Fire-works we guess that they spent And at least ten thousand for the foresaid Black Bills Fifteen hundred more Grove shou'd have they swore Four Gentleman Ruffians deserv'd Fourscore Pious Pickering they knew was of Masses more fond And for thirty thousand they gave him a Bond. The truth c. IV. These two to kill the King by promises won Had now watch'd for some years in St. James's Park And Pickering who nver yet shot off a Gun Was about to take aim for he had a fair mark Just going to begin't He missed his Flint And look in Pan there is no Powder in 't For which he their Pardon did humbly beseech Yet had thirty good lashes upon his bare Breech The truth c. V. But a sadder mischance to the Plot did befall For Oates their main Engine fail'd when it came No marvel indeed if he cozen'd them all to 't Who turn'd him a begging and beat him to boot He wheeling about The whole Party did rout And from lurking holes did ferret them out Till running himself blind he none of them knew And fainting at Councel he could not swear true The truth c. VI. To strengthen our Dr. brave Bedlow's brought in A more credible Witness was not above ground He vows and protests whate'er he had been He wou'd not swear false now for five hundred pound And why should we fear They falsly would swear To damn their own Souls and lose by it here For Oates who before had no peny in Purse Discov'ring the Plot was 7 hundred pound worse The truth c. VII Two Witnesses more were let loose from the Jayl Though One 't is confest did run back from his word In danger of life a good man may be frail And th' Other they slander for cheating his Lord T' each one of these men The Jesuits brought ten To disprove 'em in time and in place but what then One Circumstance lately was sworn most clear By a Man who in hopes has four hundred a year The truth c. VIII Besides 't was oft urg'd We must always suppose To murder the King a great Plot there has been And who to contrive it so likely as those Who Murders and Treasons do hold for no sin Things being thus plain To plead was in vain The Jury instructed again and again Did find them all
them feel York's return'd T' England what can fate prevent That after this she can call Discontent That Noble Conqu'ror is Return'd Yorks He Who 's the true Favourite of Victory Who whatsoever He attempted wrought Event still gladly lackying his wise Thought I challenge thee proud Greece and prouder Rome From their first Birth and to their latest Tomb Peruse your Heroes read their Actions o're Make what was somewhat by Romancing more Add what you can invent then if you dare Bring them yet if with York you them compare They shall as much that Competition shun As a weak Taper yields to the bright Sun Which of Yours Triumpht for anothers Gains That theirs might be the Profit his the Pains Brave JAMES has oft for haughty England fought And for Unthankful Souls the Conquest brought For whilst at Sea their fiercest Foes He Quells For His Reward the Ungrateful Land Rebels Behold the Nations Curse a Plot is rais'd The Banter'd People stood a while amaz'd Tho now'ts decry'd more than at first 't was Prais'd They find tho late that Plots are to th' Precise The needful'st things whether they 're Truth or Lyes To bring in Commonwealths and Kings to sacrifice But Charles and James are Heav'ns chiefest Care Tho their Blest Father perisht in their Snare The Gods with his Sons Lives that Martyrs loss Repair Blush Blush thou Speaker to the Damn'd Cabal No longer against York and Goodness yawl No more to Factious Clubs thou trait'rous Insect crawl Let thy Rebellious Lectures now be at a stand Thou Manuscript of Treason in Short-hand The Devil 's Enchiridion being no less Than the Perfection of all wickedness In vain are all the Plots you can devise Too loud the Father's Blood for Vengeance cries Then add not to Damnation if thou' rt wise Crouch Crouch Disloyal Whigs â—'unthinking Crew Not others Ruine you your own pursue No more by Crop-Ear'd Villains cheated be Both of your Sense and dearest Loyalty By Religious Glow-worms maskt Impiety And Absalom thou piece of Ill-plac'd Beauty As Happy be as Fair and know thy Duty For some what in that Noble Frame I saw Which or a Father or a King can awe And bashful Corah do thou leave to swear If not for Law or Punishments you care At least because thou know'st no more Forbear And you ye Vulgar Fiends ye Scum of Hell Whose Grace lies in your Swearing well Than you Nile's greedy Beast more mild appears That whom it kills bemoans them with its tears At last in pity to your Souls give o'er Let out your Founder'd Hackney-Oaths no more Oh! for the Natious Good and Publick Peace May this stupendious way of Plotting cease Burn all Associations you have writ Conspire no more two Princes Fall they sit Too near to thunder and you 'll sure be hit Brave York unmov'd your various Ills can bear Firm as the Center Fixt as th' Northern Star Since Sacred Charles does know him loyal true With a disdainful Scorn he laughs to view The worst the lowest dregs of Men dare do Go on Disloyal London stand and see Your Lawful Prince murder'd in Effigie For sure the stroke was aim'd above his Knee Raise still your Tumults but you 'll see at length Antoeus-like by Falling he 'll get strength Hence with all shallow Plots such Juglers blind The Fond Chimeras of Phantick Minds Now York appears see how they sink away As frightful Shades vanish at sight of Day Forth Forth all Loyal Souls his Coming greet Lay your Hearts low beneath his Royal Feet He comes he comes sure none but Traitors stay When York's the word and a King leads the way Welcom brave Prince welcom in balmy Rest To them by Pain and want of Sleep opprest Welcom as Health to th' Sick to Bridegrooms Night Welcom as to disorder'd Chaos Light Let loudest Shouts strait cleave the yielding Air And Bells and Bonfires our vast Joys declare Let Rocks and Hills and ' Dales and dancing Floods Hear our glad Sounds who with repeating Noise Will help to double our repeated Joys Oh! Glorious Sight Oh! Miracle of Fate To see at once Two Princes in their State As if Two Suns did harmlesly agree Not the kind Heavens to Fright but Beautifie Fill up the Bowls let Charles and James go round And to the Vaulted Sky your Clangors found May Charles's Reign flourish in wealth and peace Whil'st York's chief care is both of 'em t' increase May no Sham-Plots our Happiness e'er thwart Or cause these Royal Brothers e'er to part Oh! May They Live and Love while Streams to th' Main Their Tribute pay while Skies do Stars sustain Having these Two what can our Bliss destroy My Verses may have End but not our Joy To His Royal Highness the DUKE upon his Arrival WHen You Great Sir began to disappear All Loyal Hearts invaded were with Fear Hope only in Scotch Rebels liv'd who knew Our Courage and our Conduct fled in you Pirates and Rebels joyntly did Command Turks prey'd on all by Sea and Scots by Land The Turks who ne'er so insolent were grown T' approach our British-Coasts till You were gone Though what the Algerines first tempted forth Was that which mov'd their Brethren in the North. Both saw we were forsaken by that Hand Which had with equal Glory once maintain'd Our Flag at Sea our Scepter on the Land Brave Causes both worthy the Sword alone Of Charles's Brother and the Martyrs Son What Force is able with that Arm to fight Which pleads a Martyrs vows a Sov'raigns right Now had you left your Brother's Rule the Land And past those Seas which once You did Command Beyond our English Bounds those Bounds that were To our poor Isle none to your Arms appear Where once your Sword was drawn your Course you bend Your Sword must still beyond Our Rule extend Flanders at once does Peace and You receive While Foes our Peace disturb and Traffick grieve Yet these alas like some ill Omens were But Harbingers of our approaching Fear For He in whom we all an Intrest crave A Brothers You we those of Subjects have Whose mighty Soul could not be well contain'd Within his own Dominion on the Land Descends the Ocean and his Ships to view Which oft engage him in deep Thoughts of you On your Employment musing and your Charge Wishes in vain a Subjects Soul so Large Fit for the Steerage of so vast a Fleet Or near him at the Helme on Land to sit Who next the Throne might shine in silent Peace Or in loud wars might Thunder on the Seas But finding none He feels the loss though late Of such a Limb new sever'd from the State The first Prince of the Blood now from him gone Unguarded on the Right hand left the Throne For none in Deeds so Great or Birth so High His Place in Arms or Councils may supply None may of Right ascend they may invade For Princes of the Blood are Born not Made T' enjoy their Titles and possess
since Has wash'd away his Faults in Humble penitence And by a true Confession Of others Treason and his own With his most Gracious Prince may for the last Atone I wave the former since he justly dy'd And by his Death has satisfy'd But he has to himself been more unkind And his own Libel left behind Next Sydney comes a Name In brave Sir Philip known to Fame For Perfect Wit and Loyalty Though now by Algernoon mark'd with so black a Dye As does almost Eclipse the Fame of his Great Ancestry Hambden the last the worthy Son Of him well known in Forty One Grand Patron of the Canting Tribe How shall I thee Describe None can draw thee according to thy due But he that has the knack to Hang and Quarter too VI. These and a num'rous Train of many more Their dark Designs did secretly contrive Till Keeling who did long Connive To sound their depth and number all their store Broke forth shone like Gold a midst the Ore Against his Conscience nothing cou'd prevail Not Life and Int'rest in the other Scale All other by-concerns he laid aside And fix'd his mind with Noble Pride Upon a Name so Good and Great As sole Preserver of the Church and State What Thanks for such Obligement shall we bring Our Fortune and our Lives we owe For what you did on us bestow What then for our Religion and our King Take first our Hearts while we can only Pray God and his great Vice-gerent will repay VII And now the Horrid Plot appears Writ in the blackest Characters And ev'ry Page some Bloody Title bears Seditions Treasons Massacres What in a King so Good what cou'd they see To Arm that numerous Conspiracy Against so mild a Majesty Which like the Sun its beams does wear Not to Consume but Warm and Cheer Blest Prince and canst Thou still Dispence To this unthankful Land thy Gracious Influence Still canst Thou shed thy Favours upon those That are the near Relations of thy Foes Brave Capel and Southampton on this Hand Essex and Russel on the other stand He turn'd from these and fix'd his Princely view Upon the Nobler Object of the two And as he look'd on all their Friends his willing Favours threw Let Russel's Wife said he unpitty'd go But shall Southamptons Daughter fall so low Essex his Son shou'd want 't is true But what shall then Brave Capel's Grand-son do In his Indulgent Memory So long great Virtues live so soon Offences dye VIII Yet him thus justly fam'd for mildness of His Reign The Bloody Faction dooms to dye And to Enhance their Cruelty Wou'd in his Royal Brother Murder him again His Royal Brother who had always bin A Partner of the Troubles He was in Of all his dangers bore a share And still with him Joynt-Sufferer Ev'n him their Hellish rage Assails The Hercules that when our Atlas fails Must with his Shoulders prop the sinking state And beat unmov'd the mighty weight With them the Loyal all the Good and Great Must meet an unrelenting Fate For those by strong Antipathy they hate IX Nor can the Church escape this Cursed Band What once was to the worst a Sanctuary Can to its self no refuge be That with the State does always fall or stand And may both stand till Time it self has end And still each other mutually defend For whilst with open Force or secret Hate The two extreams assault the State The English Church keeps on her steady pace Fix'd in the middle Virtues place Nor e're Rebell'd against the Throne Under whose Gracious shade 't was planted and has grown But as the Ivy with whose Verdant Boughs Her Learned Sons may justly wreath their Bows Does round the Elm its loving Branches twine And when the Axe its kind support assails That also feels the Stroke and with it fails So while the Church and State their strict Embraces joyn The same rude Blow that over-turns the Crown Strikes its lov'd Partner too hews her down X. Ah! wretched England how art Thou The Worlds late Envy made its Laughter now Is' t not enough that Forreign Foes Disturb thy quiet and thy Peace oppose But must thy Children like young Vipers tear The womb which did them bear Hast thou so few abroad that Thou must be Thy own most dreadful Enemy At length Unhappy Land thy Errours view And give to Caesar and to God their due Leave Factious Arts nor let so stale a Cheat Twice in one Age impose upon the State Murmur no more when you shou'd Thanks repay And value Mercies least they fly away For they who spurn at God deserve to suffer worse And Blessings when abus'd oft turn into a Curse A Pindarique Ode upon His Majesties Review of His Forces at Putney-Heath I. THou more than happy Plain Thus honour'd with this Glorious Train The Awful Monarch of Blest Albion's Isle With all His Martial Pomp around Thus Circled and thus more than Crown'd A Sight would make even wither'd Autumn And the proud Thames in passing by smile Th' August Solemnity With a slow Ebb his Rowling waves convey Down to their Mother SEA To pay their Humbler Homage to th' Ador'd Great Charles the Sea Dread Sovereign Lord. Imperial CAESAR here Does no Associating Senates fear These Loyal Walls of Steel untainted stand Whilst faithless Capitols with Royal Gore Schism Sacriledge and Treason blotted o're Eternal Shame and Deathless Infamy shall brand No more are our Battalions led By an ungrateful Brutus in their Head Th' avenging Deity from that high Sphere Has thrown the falling Lucifer And the Great Heir of that Immortal Man Monk who our Sun 's bright Phosphor first began To mend the broken Wheels and set the vast Machine Of Monarchy a moving once again Now wields the Royal Sword To Guard that Majesty's Renown'd Sire restor'd II. Let the Old Roman Triumphs boast no more Their Costly Pomp of Yore What were their Golden Chariots What Those Shining Scenes of State Or'e Vassals Heads They only Rode O're Prostrate Hearts we 'll Mount our Driving GOD. Whilst Heccatombs of offer'd Souls shall come With one Rich Incense One Persume Till Towring to the Sky The Universal Great Oblation fly The Roman Eagles all Out-soar'd Outvy'd Their Pageants all their gilded Pride A Trajan Column or Egyptian Pyramide Poor Piles of Earth and Monuments of Clay Far far beneath the Rites we Pay When our united Shouts Vows Prayers all Circling round his Head Their more then Coronation Drops shall Shed Whilst the Victorious Charles shall March Under that Brightest Greatest most Divine Triumphal Arch. III. And Sacred Charles to Crown this Glorious Day Loud let Thy Canons roar so Bright thy Bannors play And hold thy Glittering Brandish't Sword so High Till Treasons Awed and Silenced lye Till Bursting Envy dye Till the Dread Sight alone Has that intire and Bloodless Conquest won Shall make the Hissing Tongues of Murmur All husht into a Calm and Dazled into Peace Thus Conquering thy Halcyon Reign
verbo Sacerdotis I 'll declare The truth of all and every thing I knew Which will I 'm sure make many men look blew Though I ly'd living dying I 'll speake true An account of an Apparition that appeared to TITUS OATES SOme night last past as I accursed lay Tumbling and Tossing wishing long for day Just fallen into a Sleep I did Espy Methought some frightful Things approaching nye My trembling Bed Those who at first appear'd Were naked Men with Crimson Blood besmâ—aâ—'d Dragging their â—owels trayling at theiâ— Heel Their Breasts ript open wanted Hearts to feel They gently came and drew near to mâ— Bed Shew'd what who they were but nothing said At which I then though ne'â— before turn'd red In every Gesture you might plainly find A Soul compos'd and a well order'd 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 They knew me not their Thoughts did 〈◊〉 more Their Eyes Thoughts were fix'd above the Sky But with true Consort each did Sing this Song O Lord most Holy Lord most Just 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Just following them came Two so closely joyn'd As Matrimonial Bands had e're design'd For Man and Wife perhaps they so might be The one drest-Man-like t'other contrary The Robes he wore were of a Scarlet dye Of Aspect Reverend full of Gravity In whose right Hand fast held methought I saw A Book Intituâ—ed Govern by the Law Her Dress as Vestal Nuns are made to wear From Head to Foot did purely White appear Whose Eyes were Cover'd with the 〈◊〉 Lawn In her right Hand a Naked Sword was drawn Pointed towards me at which I trembled more Then at the Bleeding sight I saw before As if she knew me she did boldly come Inquird for Conscience I reply'd from ' home Quoth she How long I said I cou'd not tell She very seldom us'd with Me to dwell Then with a Bold I thought commanding word To th' Scarlet Gown cryes Judgment given my Lord He seem'd reserv'd and would bu◠〈◊〉 say Yet shook his Head Look d 〈◊〉 and went away With 〈◊〉 Signs of a severer day â—◠〈◊〉 〈◊〉 from that most 〈◊〉 Dream And 〈◊〉 I 〈◊〉 upon the 〈◊〉 Theme Alas those 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 I hourly feel Are now 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 than I can reveal 〈…〉 than â— cou'd tell 〈…〉 Conscience is to Hell My 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 like Vipers dayly tear My 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 and I 'm all dispair The 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 was more mild than mine He 〈…〉 of his Treacherous Crime 〈…〉 to that Cursed Els 〈…〉 to hang Himself But I more miserable far than He Who dare not do what none will do for me Ungrateful Hetch where 's thy Civility You know that lately might I had my Will And Cornishes and Bethels Sheriffs still I wou'd have sworn whilst Death had Power to Kill And was in all Superlatively ill For I more fierce than all the Devils hurl'd And strove to turn to Chaos all the World For which I 'm Plagu'd and Burn with more than fire By the strict vengeance of the Almighties Ire To Heaven I dare not look that Glorious Throne Did evermore my Hateful Crimes disown Th' Infernal Spirits seem to dread me too Or envy that my Crimes did theirs out-do Proscrib'd by all Where wretched shall I flye To hide my Guilt from GOD ' s All-searching Eye But hold have I not read Pythagoras Faith and what the Egyptians said Of Transmigration of the Souls of Men Into some Birds or Beasts alas what then Where may I search for either Beast or 〈◊〉 Deserves the Plague of such a Loaded Soul What Land eâ—r so accurst as to produce So foul a Creature to so foul a Use Unless perhaps on that Vnhallow'd Ground Where my Learn'd Tutor dy'd such may be found If that proves true then Titus thou art blest And â—n that hope accursed Oates take rest A Paradox against Liberty Written by the Lords during their Imprisonment in the Tower A Prison or the Isle are much the same They onely differ in Conceit and Name As Art the first Nature Immures the last Onely i' th larger Mold her Figure 's cast All Islanders are in a Prison pent And none at large not those o' th' Continent Each Mariner's a Prisoner in his Bark The living World was prison'd in the Ark. And though it be abroad a days the Light Still lodges in the Prison of black Night The Sea it self is to its bounds confin'd And Aeolus in Caves shut up the wind Nothing in nature has such vast Extent But is imprison'd in its Element The Fish in watry Dungeons are inclos'd Men Beasts and Birds to Earth and Ayr dispos'd If to enlarge their narrow bounds they strive The fatal freedom rarely they survive And as with them we hope with Us 't will be When from their Prisons took Death sets them free Man can no more a native freedom boast That Jewel ne're was found since first't was lost T was then transported to the Stygian Coast But still there 's something which we do esteem Onely because 't is like the polish't Gem And this we Freecom call its credit grows From a false stamp the guilded outside shows Which a varitious Man attempts to get Cheated and ruin'd with the Counterfeit Like Children Soapy-Bubbles they pursue And the fantastick Vision take for true But whilst they think bright forms they do embrace Ixion like they find a cloud i' th' place Consent of Crowds exceeding credit brings And seems to stamp Truths Image on false things Not what 's a real good but what does seem Still shares the blind and popular esteem Whilst Sense and fancy over-rule their choice And Reason in th' Election has no voice But Souls in vain have Reasons Attribute If to the Rule they cannot Sense submit Hence the Heriock mind makes no complaint But freedom does Enjoy even in restraint When Chains and Fetters do their Body bind He then appears more free and less confin'd Discord and Care which do distract him here In durance take their leave and come not there False Friends and Flatt'rers then take last adieu Who often swore how faithful and how true Things their dishonest bosoms never knew These like the Swallows in cold weather slye A Summers fortune onely draws them nigh Flatt'rers a sort of fatal Suckers be Which draw the Sap 'till they destroy the Tree Fair Virtue to their Obâ—icks when they bring Seems a deform'd and antiquated thing Vice they commend whilst Vertue is despis'd The blackest by these Negroes most are pris'd These slaves to Vice do hug so hard and long Till like the o'refond Ape they kill their Young Ambition in the Mind 's a Feverish Thirst Which is by drinking dryer than at First And these will feed the humour till it burst When Parasites the Arbiter are made Theyâ— place the Garland on a Beadlam's head Riot Excess and Pleasure car ' the Day And Lust the worst of Tyrants bears the sway At whose black Throne they blind Allegiance pay Morose â—â—d 〈◊〉 they do account the Grave And the Mâ—eâ—-man sit
the Muses Task and Pride of Fame Pan â—arly chose and made him great in Pow'r When the Wolves rag'd and did our Flocks devouâ— He took the guard of the molested Plains Saw our Lambs â—â—d chear'd Vs srighted Swains Wak'd with us midst dark Nights and pinching Colds To drive the howling Monsters from our Folds In all which time Pyrrha His charming Bride Oft came and watch'd as He did by His side Of his worst dangers still her part would bear And for all Joys She gave him ask'd but care Now ye poor Flocks go bleat about and stray Ye Shepherds cast your Scrips and Hooks away Stretch'd on the ground your Fatal loss bemoan And call on Pyrrha's Name at ev'ry groan MYRTILLO Full fifty happy years this matchless Pair Liv'd in unshaken Love No Jealous care Or mean Distrust did once their Joys molest So in a Noble Off-spring were They blest Of Warlike Youths worthy their Fathers Name And Dâ—ughâ—â—â—s spotless as their Mothers Fame Bold Celadon the Darling of loud War And Strephon now whose pious shoulders bear The burden of his aged Fathers care Young Damon lovely as the Beams that play About our East and lead the coming Day Fair Phyllida who was with Aegon wed And blest Him with a Faithful Fruitful Bed Generous Lysca too by Nature taught To recommend the poor mans cause unsought ALEXIS All these the Off spring were of Pyrrha's Womb Come then ye Mothers mourn around Her Tomb In Pyrrha's Name your Mystick Rites perform When to your Aid ye would Lucina charm Either the lab'ring Matrons pangs to ease Or bless the Barren Mourner with increase MYRTILLO Oh! kind Alexis still pursue thy Song How these fair Branches grew or wither'd young ALEXIS Brave Celadon through â—ate untimely fail'd And was by Pan and all his Train bewail'd Some mourning Muses sung Him to his Tomb Yet others selt more grief and thence were dumb Young Damon faded in His Beauties Pride And Phyllida no less lamented dy'd But long may Strephon's Life rejoyce the years Of good Alcander and assist His Cares Fulness of time kind Heav'n to Lysea give 'T is for your Honour Gods that she should live For She the more of days you Her afford By Her good Deeds will make You more ador'd Since Lysea was of pious Pyrrha born And Pyrrha's Virtues Lysca's Heart adorn MYRTILLO Put what shall now give good Alcander joy ALEXIS The Gods when Fate took Celadon away Call'd Daphnis forth th' Heroick Race to run Which his great Parent had so well begun From Celadon's brave Loins young Daphnis came â—ull of His Heat and conscious of His Fame Whose Mind his Fathers Deeds did so imploy He grew Alcander's Hopes and Pyrrha's Joy Pâ—râ— ha lov'd Daphnis and with pleasure found The Hero's Virtues in the Youth abound When Daphnis languish'd Pyrrha did provide The charming soft Aminta for His Bride Aminâ—a tender as the Lambs that play In Sunny morns and Innocent as They Sweet as those â—vâ—ning Airs that gently blow Where the rich fragrant Eastern Spices grow Calm as our Groves in a fair Summers night And â—ovely as the first-created Light Daphnâ—â— wâ—s born Amintas with him joyn'd To chase all sorrows from Alcander's mind To add new Honours to His store of â—ame And a long Race of Heroes to His Name 〈◊〉 â—â—me which shall with Pyrrha's Praises last 〈◊〉 Time â— no more and Natures Works lie wast Funeral Tears to the Sacred Memory of our late Soveraign King CHARLES the Second THe Noon-day Star that once out-fac'd the Sun Charles his bright Phosphor has its period â—un And resting Charles with more six'd Glories crown'd Has past his mighty finish'd Circle rounâ— All th' untired race of Prodigies the late Continued shame of this Stupendious sate Which once his Restoration Lawrels bore Those never-sleeping Pores now move no more Myriads of Gardian Angels all disband And Wonders wait no more on his Right Hand Whilst Truth invincible unbyast Right Goodness unbounded Mercy Infinite Honour Unsullyed All the brightest Train Of Ministring Graces t' his Illustrious Raign Their Royal Robes to Funeral Sables turn All Mourners o're their Sacred Masters Urn But'midst the Tears our streaming Sorrows pour Three Wailing Kingdoms in one Loyal Showâ— How feebly does our Voice of Mourning sound Whilst Royal Eyes in deeper Griefs lie drown'd No Heart like James with killing Loads o're prest Kindest of Brothers and of Friends the best So sad the pangs of parting Friendship prove Immoderate Câ—ief and ever burning Love Râ—â—d His Great Soul and their keen passage sorce Methinkâ— I see Him at the Dire Divorce Whilst the Grâ—â—â— James like Great Telesia stands With 〈◊〉 Cryes and with up-lifted Hands With rended Garments and a flowing Showâ— Of bitt rest Tears deplores the dismal Hour Till from above behold the grining Sky The Fiery Steeds and Flaming Chariot fly Th' Ascending Saint ' midst shouting Angels round With purer Joys brighter Diadems Crown'd Here with sad Tyes he took His last Farewell And grasp'd the Wondrous Mantle as it fell With Prime Transmigrating Glories sir'd Fill'd with the Mounting God with the whole Charles inspir'd O Mighty Charles what have not only We Three Kingdoms but even Empire lost in Thee Founder of Monarchy for Thou alone â—â—ood'â—t the unshaken Bulwark of the Throne When the old Storm yawn'd for th' Imperial wrack Thâ— Hand â—â—one beat the sierce Torrent back â—â—ction 〈◊〉 by Thy strong Arm o'rethrown Whilâ—â—◠〈◊〉 World was Thy great work alone Glory and Peace but in Thy Sun-beams play Whilst thou' rt the God of our long Halcyon day The Old Fanatick Fiend so late before Drunk with a Martyr'd Monarchs Purple Gore Whilst with th' Old Poyson and th' Old Rage he stood All Thirsting for new Draughts of Royal Blood The Crowns long Foe and Blackest Imp of Hell His Sting just Fastning Thou alone couldst quell Thy Book of Fame with this last Glory fill'd What shall Great James on thy Foundations build Strike Royal Heir th' half Conquer'd Serpent dead Charles bruis'd his Teeth and Thou shalt crush his Head Peace Vnion Concord all so well begun Tho' Thou Great Charles thy Race like Moses run Thy People led by Thy Miraculous Hand To th' Milk and Honey of a Blessed Land Call'd hence too soon by the Almighty Voice Saw'st but the Borders of the Promis'd Joys That God-like Joshua sills Thy Royal Seat Who Thy unfinish'd Wonders shall compleat Translated Saint now thy â—ull Honours seize Blest with thy own Eternal Handmaid Peace Around thy Head Immortal Honours play Brighter thy own Restoration Day Like thy own Mercy soft be thy Repose Whilst on thy Brow that Perfum'd Fragrance flows Sweeter than the Odours even of that Rich Fame That shall Embalm Thy Everlasting Name SCOTLANDS Loyalty or Sorrowful Sighs on the Death of our late Soveraign His Sacred Majesty CHARLES by the Grace of God King of Great Britain France and Ireland c. LEt Musick cease yet let true Subjects Sing Sad Ela's
ebb no lower Did by a Turn Miraculous Restore Our King to Us Us to our King again To bringh which Blessed work to pass Neither Man's â—ower nor Policy had place No Contract made nor Blows were given But the astonish'd World saw 't was The stupendious work of Heaven X. So Great a Monarch and so Glorious So much Belov'd at Home Fear'd Abroad Much too Good alass for Us Wise as an Angel Generous as a God Though calmly Settled to a Lofty Throne Was not above the reach of Envious Lookers on Which made him stand in need of Heav'ns high Patronage And what he needed he still had To Save his Crown and Person from the Rage Of Men with too much Ease gone Mad. Witness those Plots the Faction's fruitful womb So oft Conceiv'd tho' still in vain Against their Gracious Sovereign Where sometimes the Discoverer Play'd both the Devil and the Conjurer Which being by Heav'ns great care Abortive still become They added to the VVonders of his Reign And made his Throne as fix'd and Glorious as his Wain XI When lo the Prince who seem'd Heavns chief Delight Its Darling and Prime Favourite His Mid-day Glory 's all full Blown How strangely are they Blasted Ah! how soon But what Heav'n rais'd Heav'n only can pull down Down low as Earth this Son of the most High is come And all his scatter'd Trophies serve but to adorn his Tomb. But why no Prodigy at all No Beacon Comet fir'd above No Monstruous Births no Storms no Whale Or to Presage Great King thy Fall Or to attend thy Funeral Which Nature's fright might shew Mankind's wonder move Why seeing a wondrous Star proclaim'd his Birth Did not as wondrous an Eclipse foretel his leaving Earth Must God-like Kings like Puny Mortals die Must Charles the most August Be meanly crumbled like Plâ—beian Dust Why deal'st thou with th' Anointed O King of Princes why XII But while thus Ravingly I spoke With a strange Horrour I was struck Which dim'd my Eyes loosen'd my Joynts and chill'd my Bloud Before me straight a Visionary somewhat stood Whose Form I could not well discern The Genius likely of the place Or some such Airy Image 't was Of Stature high Clad in Blue mists Its Visage stern Which with an angry Hollow Tone Thus stop'd me Shall Mortal wight dare to reprove Or prie into the things above The Prince whose Death you so bemoan Was He not th' Almighties Loan Who only has took what was his own His Awful Meen and Heavenly Eyes Which made all Hearts his Votaries His Soul so Soft yet truly Great His Mind so Clear and so Sedate Prov'd well his Extract from the Skies XII With Milder Accent and Genteeler look The Spright less Frightful now thus farther spoke Then if your much-Lamented King So Good and Amiable was Why wou'd you have some dreadful thing The smoothness of his Reign deface Let Tyrants and Usurpers have Sea-Monsters and Rough Hurricanes Foretel their Death and dig their Graves Such Prodigies suit well their Reigns Comets have still a noisy end When calmly does the Sun descend Or if you must have Prodigies Think of the Millions of Weeping Eyes The Truest kind of Elegies Or else let this be reckon'd one That 't is a Prodigy That you have none In Halcyon-days your Dove like Prince was born Which did with him return His Realms five Lustres have Peace's white Livery worn Living He Peace bestow'd on ev'ry side Kept all in Peace and Peaceably He Dy'd XIV It scarce had spoke when lo a sudden Thunder for such at first it did appear Shak'd the Thin Ghost asunder Which strait dissolv'd into its Primitive Air. From the cold Turf I quickly rais'd my Head Left there my Load of Grief and to the Town for shelter fled E're as I thought the Storm should fall upon my Head The City soon I reach'd help'd with the wings of Fear But my old Grief and Fright soon chang'd into new Dread and VVonder When what I took for Thunders noise A second Peal inform'd me was the Canon's roaring voice VVhich led me to a Loyal Crowd That with Great Triumph did Proclaim VVith Joyful Shouts and Acclamations Loud A new Kings Title and Imperial Name Amaz'd at This so easie Change I said May this Prodigious Shout strike all His Enemies dead Long and as this Day Peaceful be His Reign And may His God-like Brother live in Him again XV. Poets of old were Prophets deem'd And if they now were such esteem'd And who knows but they may If our Predicting Rhimes May lucky Omens prove to after Times And that some Good may be presag'd from Names Then would I boldly say These Realms are doubly blest in that of James Great Britain's Glory did Commence VVhen the First James did to the whole give Law He joyn'd the Kingdoms deriv'd from thence That long white Row of Peaceful years our Happy Fathers saw The Second James by Heaven's Decree VVill the great Healer of our Breaches be And as His Wisdom does already give our Fears Relief So will His Mercy suddenly Cure all our Publick Grief VVell-skill'd He is in all His Royal Grandsires Arts VVho joyn'd both Crowns as He will do all Hearts May Heaven fulfil and own the Prophesie But Ireland sure above the rest In that Auspicious Name is doubly Blest For while the Royal James the English Crown does wear And Ormond's Noble James remains His Vice-Roy here Ireland will ne're again know cause of Publick Grief or Fear An Heroick POEM Most humbly Dedicated to the Sacred Majesty of CATHARINE Queen Dowager WHat art thou Muse that do'st the Mind inspire And Tun'st the Strings of the Poetick Lyre Refin'st the Drossy Soul to Nobler Flame VVhat art thou but a strong desire of Fame A greedy Passion of excelling Praise VVhich moves in different Tempers different ways To be Admir'd first made the Souldier Fight The Courtier Flatter and the Poet VVrite But all such Thoughts from my griev'd Bosom fled VVhen first I heard our Sovereign Charles was dead My Soul grew so Opprest with the sad News I hated Fame abhorr'd my once-lov'd Muse Of all Desires Grief stop'd the eager Sense And froze Ambition to Indifference Oh Frail Condition of all Humane Things See here the Fate of ev'n the Mightiest Kings See here the Glorious Charles whose Royal worth Made Him the Judge of the Disputing Earth The Arbitration in His Bosom lay He held the Scepter of Imperial sway And War and Peace did His Commanding will obey Like Heav'n by Heav'ns Decree within His Breast The Fates of Kingdoms and of Empires Rest And VVisely was He chose for the great Grace For who like Him could Govern such a Race As His own Murm'ring People sure may guide VVith Ease and Pleasure all the VVorld beside And yet this Monarch Tho' all the Earth depended on His Breath Here lyes Himself a Subject now to Death To the Great Dead I here should Altars raise And guild his Lawrels with
c. From Hunting the King and abjuring his Race From Cleansers of Bung holes usurping his place From Preachers in Tubbs that are void of all Grace Lib. c. From Vulcan's Treasons late forg'd by the Fan From starving of Mice to be Parliament-man From his Copper Face thet outface all things can Lib. c. From Unbridling the Faction the King to dismount From giving for each thing to Subjects account From letting P's Domineere as they were wont Lib. c. From Voting Lords useless and dangerously Ill From hanging of Bishops up for dropping the Bill From letting Fanaticks have too much of their Will Lib. c. From purging the House to obstruct our free choice From Resolving the King to Oppose with one Voice From such that at Mischief do daily rejoyce Lib. c. From all the Seditious that love not the King From such as a Civil War once more would bring Deliver us good Lord let each true Subject sing Lib. c. The Fanatick Rampant Or an Election at Cambridge ONE day I heard a zealous shout I then look'd up and lo the Rout Of Saints were come to Town Who by their Hats right gravely set And Collar-bands I guess were met To cry the Bishops down But see how grosly I did err For they came only to prepare Against that Codly bustle And therefore did most fervently With Carnal Throats extended cry A Russel yea a Russel Some cry'd a Russel some again Mistook the Name and cry'd Amen Some with erected Fist Cry'd O we find by Revelation That this is He must heal the Nation And hamstring Antichrist At length there comes me a Free-holder With Head inclin'd to the Left Sholder And Circumcised Hair Who with his Snout all wet with Snivel And looks enough to scare a Devil Did thus begin his Prayer Lord if thou dost thy Saints regard Look on the Keepers of thy Heard Even on thy chosen Russel See but what honour we have done him And then thou needs must poure upon him Thy blessings by the Bushel Thy tender Flock Lord he 'll not pound But doth regard the Poor Lord he hath done more for my Wife Than e're I did in all my Life O blessed Senatour Do thou in time his Worship bring To be to be a Lordish thing As was his Noble Kin Thou seest how He alone doth stand And hates the great ones of the Land O well doth he begin Then give him Grace Lord not to cease Till he hath broke the Cord of Peace That Girdle of the Whore That we again may see that day In which we all may preach and pray And then I 'le ask no more With rhat I spy'd an Image fair High mounted in his stately Chair I think to mock the Pope Down Brethren to the Gallows gang Said I he shall not burn but hang. Though I pay for the Rope Poor Robin's Dream Or the Visions of Hell WHen th'charming News had passed Charing Cross And they depos'd that would dismount that Horse The Senatours their hated patience forc't As Thames once for Sempronia stopt her course Like Boys that were just from a Vineyard scar'd All stood amaz'd but ne'er a word was heard But when they found they were pursu'd by none But th' Master stood only to keep his own They then unto their wonted Passion flew And swore they 'd prove those Grapes to be their due Next time they came they 'd have their Master too I' th City All their steady-Heads they tost Like Wives at Billingsgate when a good Bargain 's lost Ballads of grief about the Town they sent As if they lost a Loyal Parliament Such clam'rous Consternations with safe Cryes Enough to tear great Jove down from the Skies None daring to confront those Factious Athiests Dreading the scand'lous Name they call Church-Papists Then I e'ne laid me down upon my Bed Where sundry Contemplations seiz'd my troubled Head In a trembling Trance I on a sudden fell Wherein I saw that damned Den call'd Hell Where ten thousand Sons with Legions of black Fiends Of burning Reb. there they made their Skreens Old Noll and Bradshaw Ireton and Pride Burning like Beacons on the other side Then perjur'd Rogues drawn up in arched Rings Their Tongues like Serpents shew'd their flaming Stings Thought I is this the fruit of killing Kings When that Scene chang'd methought I clearly saw A solemn Conventicle groan out yells of woe Their Hats pinn'd to their heads with siery nails Their Ears drawn out as large as Spanish Frails Their Eyes like oval Lanthorns glowing Rouls Or flaming â—lambois from their treach'rous Souls Their Mouths unto their ugly Ears were drawn Spirits froth'd out like poison'd foul Frog-spawn Upon their Backs was writ in Blood I see Damn'd for Rebellion and Hypocrisie ' Mongst this prodigious and confused Throng The Holder forth was called Dr. Tonge Who so excell'd Hugh Peters being there That he was forc'd to fall into the Reer Till interposed by a Champion stout With flaming Sword made way through th' hellish Rout. Bedlow And cry'd to Tongue thou damn'd Orator Thou art the cause of my Soul burning here Tonge Why what wast thou when first I did thee know But one condemn'd for Robbery by the Law Bedlow Why what wast thou poor Fool in Forty one But a poor Weaver just leapt from thy Loom Then stept into a Tub to preach Sedition And tookst the Covenant for thy Commission Which thou pursu'dst till all the Rump was ruin'd And Charles return'd and to his Right resum'd And then thou mad'st a Breech of thy own Mouth Sworst back again but never preachedst Truth And in thy Age more treach'rous than in youth Tonge That cannot be imputed Perjury To swear for those that rule by Tyranny Or for any else as Times may turn by fits That 's but a Knack of living by ones Wits But I ne'er Rob'd upon the King's High-way Nor boasted on 't unto my Friends next day Nor I ne'er feign'd my self to be a Lord Nor pilfer'd Coyn without the help of Sword Nor ne'er was proved perjur'd by Record Bedlow Thou damned Hell-hound hast thou now forgot Who was so active in the Popish Plot 'T was Thou that patch't up our Depositions And then deliver'd them without Commissions Which thou madst him pretend he had disperst Then thou thy self turn'd Tail and was releast Yet still thou didst persevere in thy Sin Taught Tony and the rest to bring me in To meet you at Cabals and Foxes-Hall Where I receiv'd my Lessons from you all You taught me what to speak who to impeach All Loyalists you brought within my reach Both Queen and Duke â— to the Block must bring Nay had I'liv'd I must have peacht the K Now who 's the cause of my Soul's suffering Tonge All this I own was Truth and ten times more But thy black Soul was damned long before Thou had'st committed Murther Theft and Rape So 't was impossible thy Soul shou'd ' scape For had'st thou liv'd till each