Novembris monstrum, or, Rome brovght to bed in England with the whores miscarying / made long since for the anniversary solemnity on the fift[h] day of November, in a private colledge in Cambridge, by A.B.C.D.E. ; and now by conquering importunity made publique, for a small memoriall of England's great deliverance from the powder-treason, by E.M.A.D.O.C.

IX Natalis expectata celebratio.

Vpon the match of hunting appointed o•• the birth day, where they intended to surprize th Lady Elizabeth, but in the meane time they themselves were surpriz'd.

Actaeon's gone to hunt, the day we see Appointed is, and where the game shall be. Actaeon as he hunted glanc'd a side, And there Diana in a thicket spy'd. Diana? No, it was a fairer she, Her Nymphs it may be might Diana's be. And yet me thinkes Diana it should be Rather Diana's true Divinity. For as Actaeon spies that beauty there, Actaeon's turn'd Actaeon like a Deere. He that came forth to hunt is hunted straight, They lye in waite for him, that lay in waite. The yelping Ecchoes of the hound's are done, The Hue and Cry after the Hunter's gone: I see that Poets now can prophesie, And in a parable tell what shall be. I see that fables are not alwaies lyes, Time often doth a fable moralize.