Wednesday Night.
THis Night there were Pamphlets scattered, one of them was concerning Squares and Rounds, the Authour of Square-dealing was one Homo Quadratus, the other was Non Angulus Rotundus, wherein some worthy Citizens of Oxford were both taxed and vindicated, namely, T. Gol. Iacke of all Trades, W. G. a diligent zealous brother in warning and mee∣ting at holy Conventicles, with many others meritorious brethren and sisters, who have forsaken Oxford, and their King, Religion, and Alleageance, who now suffer worthily for their holy Rebellion, as the Book of Homo Quadratus, doth most abusively and truly deliver and lay open.
Also there came from the Presse A New Learned Weake Description of Weekly Newes; it was so acute that it did cut and curry the Cavaliers, in such fearfull fashion, that a deafe man would rejoyce to hear it, this Volume of one sheet was called Mercurius Civicus, the Authour never wrote before that time, and died in his first Week of his Travels; it is said by the Malignants, that he was most unfortunately choaked with seventeen neat and palpable Lyes, which he had carefully invented, and incerted in the said Book for the credit of our Armie, he is worse than dead, for his reputation is buried with this Epitaph, Here Mercurius Civicus lyes in his throat; for we are resolved to believe any thing that makes for the advancing of our Cause, and likewise we suppresse and politiquely give no credit to such Newes or Losses as do make against us; in briefe, we have lost a profitable Member by the death of this painfull Authour, but hang him, it is re∣ported, that he is alive again, or the Devill in his likenesse; however, it is to be conjectured, that he that was so nimble