The works of that late most excellent philosopher and astronomer, Sir George Wharton, bar. collected into one volume / by John Gadbvry ...

A Collection of sundry of our Authors most Excellent Poems, as they were Printed in several of his Loyal An∣nual Works.

IN his Loyal Almanack for 1650. being the next Opportunity of the Press he had, after the Bloody Murther of His Sacred Majesty of Blessed Memory, Charles the First, he hath these several signal sparks of Loyalty following.

1. He begins — with — Liber Lectori.

Touch me not, Traytor! For I have a Sting For all, but such as love and serve the King. I am no Temporist: Nor can I brook The Pocket of a Bradshaw,(a) 1.1 Steel, or Cook; Or any Regicide that liveth: I Disdain all Harbours of Disloyalty. URANIA is Divine! and (to be clear) I serve no Mortal, but the CAVALIER. If then thou be'st not one, pray let me lie, Until thou canst affect as well as buy.

2. Under the Table of Kings, &c. having placed therein K. Charles, the Second, he writes—

Let such as Booker cringe unto a State, And leave a Blank where I have rank'd a King: 'Tis far below my Quill to Calculate The spurious Birth of that Prodigious thing. For maugre all its Acts, and damned Art, Still Charles the Second's Monarch of my Heart.

3. Under the Table of Terms, &c.

Thus should the Terms begin and end, if we Were not controll'd by Traytors Tyranny: But since they may adjourn, or Vote them down, My Rule's not certain, whilst they Rule the Town.

4. In January (having put the Decollation of His Royal Majesty, and the Arch-Bishop of Can∣terbury in Red Letters, that the Cruelty of those Actions might more eminently appear) he writes—

Behold those Crimson Veins! England, lament! Nay, curse the Authors of thy Dismal Fate: But dote no longer on a Parliament, Nor be Ambitious to be hight a State: Since in this Month those Tyrants hewed down, In Laud, the Mitre; in blest Charles, the Crown.

5. In February.

Lo here again two Martyrs on a Tree, [Burleigh and (a) 1.2 Beaumont] basely put to Death; That, for attempting's Soveraign to free: This, that he would not (Saint-like) break his Faith: Look to it, Wild and Lambert! there's a Season Heaven will Revenge this Blood, reward your Treason.

6. In March.

Yet, yet, the thirsty Saints howl out for blood; Brave (b) 1.3 Gapel! Cambridge, Ho••land, all must die; The first, 'cause he for's King and Country stood; They, 'cause they would, and yet would not comply. —! They found thy Mercy and fair Quarter Flat Cruelty—But Capel is the Martyr.

7. In April.

The lofty Saints, their Prowess now to show, And make their Fame float with the spreading Main; Vouchsafe this Month, to let great London know, They durst encounter Boys as well as Men. For Lion-like (c) 1.4 th' Apprentices they slay, But what cannot resist, is Asses prey.

8. In May.

Now wise & noble (d) 1.5 Strafford, (e) 1.6 Yeomans, Bowcher▪ And (f) 1.7 Kemish (in cold blood) resign to Fate: The Surrey Suppliants too, they basely Butcher, As trivial Objects of their Rage and Hate. Their Blood cries still aloud: may it 〈◊〉〈◊〉 so, Till Heav'n Avenge it on his Barb'rous Foe.

9. In June.

The Loyal (g) 1.8 Kentish-men are Murdred next, They would Petition for, and have a KING: What disobedient things were they, that vext, And so disturb'd the States new-modelling? Petitioning's the Birth-right of the Saints; They must be heard, but will hear no Complaints.

10. In July.

So Tomkins, (h) 1.9 Challoner, and that brave soul▪ [Francis Lord (i) 1.10 Villiers] in this Month expir'd The cause the Kings: A crime most deadly foul, 'Gainst those poor Creatures, which the Crown aspir'd; Nor do those Saints distinguish Cruelty: 'Tis Justice (right or wrong) how e're we dye.

11. In August.

Who loves true Worth, and grudgeth it to pay, A Tear for Valiant Lucas, and stou•• Lisle? Or why beho••es it not, that — pra•• Their blood may not submerge this sinful Isle? His Mercy's, Murder; Honour, breach of Trust: Good God reward him as he's base, thou Just.* 1.11

12. In September.

The last of Treaties in this Month begun, And promis'd fair, until the Men of War. Dreading a Pecoe, surpriz'd our Rising-Sun, And dragg'd him to th' illegal new-found Bar Of Bondage: The next Treaty they shall see. Will be through Halters at the Gallow-tree.* 1.12

13. In October.

What Blood was shed at Basing, after they Had spent their Fury, with their pois'nous Breath: And wanted strength unto their wills to slay, But promis'd Quarter! let the harmless Earth It fell on, Witness! may it ne'r forsake That Tincture, untill Heav'n enquiry make.* 1.13

14. In November.

Next, Kniveton's Life their Rage must satisfie, For meer Obedience to his Soveraign's Will: Who sent him Messengers; yet like a Spie, They take, adjudge him, and his Blood they spill. Did ever Turks, or Pagans violate The Law of Nations, like this Lawless State?* 1.14

15. In December.

Stout k 1.15 Pitcher's Murder'd. Carew, who did praise A Servants Treachery unto his King: Lo! for reward his servant him betrays Unto the Block, a bloody-offering. What grief it was, that when he did return, It could not be, but by a shameful Urn!

And for a Conclusion to this Heroick Piece of Loyalty, he writ the following Epistle, by way of Post-script.

To the High and Mighty, the Tyrants Triumphant at Westminster.

Gentlemen

I Cannot call you, since you drench'd your Hands in His Blood, who was the Fountain of all our Earthly Honour and Happiness, the Life and Light of the Land. (Hoc scelus Abyssus, & ex Abyssu, na∣tum.) Nor Country-men, who have (so Nero-like) inhumanely ripp'd up the Bowels of your Natural Mo∣ther, and exposed her Nakedness to the view of the pitiless World (Si hi Sancti, qui Scythae? Si hi Chri∣stiani, qui Cannibales?) For certainly none of you are of the right English race, in that all of you de∣generate so far from the true English Nature.

Facta haec Anglia olim, nec Sancta, nec Ethnica novit,

Or if you be; the most Prodigious Monsters that ever the Earth groaned under: In whose proditorious breasts, the Spirits of all expired Traytors, by a kind of Pytha∣gorical T••ansmigration, are inclosed. — Let after-ages impose a Name suitable to your Merits, for surely this cannot. In the interim, it shall suffice me: You know whom I speak to; and that I speak what I know.

From Year to Year I have fore-warned you of Judg∣ments threatned and impending, for your horrible Im∣pieties. And though I had been silent, yet methinks the general Fate of all Rebellions (especially such as this is) that sums up all It••ms, in this Total [The Barbarous Murder of Gods Anoynted!] had been enough to inform what you might trust to; but that 'tis too apparent we are wheel'd about to those times, wherein Sacriledge is counted Reformation; Reb••llion,

Devotion; Murther, Justice; and Traytors Conse∣crated Saints and Martyrs.

—Vis proditoria nomine vocatur Novo, Angligena Virtus.

I have cordially wish'd, and seriously begg'd, you would have returned to your Pristine Obedience: As the surest step, to make your selves, your Children, and all of us happy. But I found your Consciences were sear'd, your Souls flatter'd with Ambitious dreams; and charms of heightned Pride had mounted you, Icarus-like, too near the Sun: which ever goeth before Destruction.

And indeed, you have not been more Turk-like tempt∣ed with success in your Actions (from which you still concluded, though very weakly, that GOD owned your Cause) than Heaven hath been Merciful (I may say) in tempting you with so large a time of Repen∣tance. But sithence you have despised the Mercy, and neglected the Opportunity, it is to be feared, the Mercy, and time of the Mercy, are both forfeited.

For, I will not search into the secret Will of God: So far as 'tis manifested either in his Word, or Works, shall satisfie me: And by their Rules (if I understand either) your Common-wealth, together with your selves, are (even now) falling to nothing. This I write in Charity to you, to the end, that (although you have no hopes to escape a Temporal, yet) your endeavours may be to avoid the Eternal punishment due to your Wickedness: And that's as much as can be desired, or pray'd for, by,

SIRS,

The Admirer of your Treason and Tyranny, George Wharton.

For the writing of this Almanack he suffered exceed∣ingly; and was, by Imprisonment, made incapable of every thing that might probably assist him through his Earthly Pilgrimage: And was now so closely looked after, that he durst not write again; neither could he be permitted that Liberty, until it pleased God to put it into the Minds of his Adversaries, to release him upon promise to live quietly. And then in his Almanack, 1651. for his Peaceable living, he most Ingenuously Apologizeth thus:

TO you, owre Criticks, that By-standers are, Viewing the Gamesters, (playing foul or fair. And by the stroaks of your defining Will, Save whom you fancy; those you do not, To you, grave Chair-men (whose attentive ear Hears all you can, believes all true you hear, And think the Roy'llists cannot real be, Until a Rope conclude their Destiny) Send I these Lines: To let you understand, I live as well b' Example, as Command: And that, what e'r you judge herein amiss, Conformable to your own Practice is. The Prelates quit their Sleeves of Lawn, and all The Hierarchy their Coats Canonical, And live disguis'd, as if they were none such, That e're laid claim to Tithes, or Christian-Church. Why may not I as well disguised be, As they, or rather their Divinity? The High-born House of Lords * 2.1 themselves, submit Their Persons, Honours, Magazines of Wit: Sure I (who am but dust and ashes) then, May do as much as those Almighty-Men.

The new-conforming Garter-Knight, that erst Hung's Watchet-Ribbon o're his amorous brest, Thinks it far better (now the King is dead) To lay't aside, than lay aside his Head. Why may not I some Crimson Lines leave out, To save my Ankles from the Prison-gout? The subtile Lawyer holds it not amiss He Paraphrase on Ambiguities; And (though he scarce the Latine understand) To write CUSTODES ••n a Texted-hand. Why might not I (though not for dirty gain) Write as he writes? Will such Ink ever stain? Prinn, when he found the Presbyters decay, Straight-leaves his scribling-humour, to obey. What if from scribling (too) I deign to cease? Do I ought more than all that live in Peace? Nay, Lilburn (that Prodigious Combatant) Held it not safe perpetually to rant: For he (once quitted from the dreadful Rope) Waves Magna Charta, falls a boyling Soap. I've scap't the Halter twice, as well as he: What if I now resolve to live as free? Compounders (some) not only Pay, but Swear; Might I not Promise that I would forbear? The brave Secluded Member, that needs must Revile the Army, doom the State to dust, Observe him but, (now he is all to bits) How Penitent, how patiently he sits! The par-boyl'd-Citizen, who ne'r would do Scarce what an Ord'nance did enjoyn him to; See how obsequiously he trots about, To find both Old and New Malignants out! The Wary-High-Shooe, who so Idoliz'd The Covenant, that equally he priz'd

It with his Bible; Lo, but how he bows Before th' Engagement, to secure his Cows! Now (Zoilus) tell me, whether 'tis more fit I Sacrifice my Folly, or submit? These Times afford few Martyrs, and those few Scant would be Martyrs, if they could eschew. The Clergy heretofore ate all the Cake, They still Usurp'd the Glory of the Stake; And should (methinks) if all be true they say, Lead us as well to suffer, as to pray. But now (alas!) their Zeal's congeal'd to Ice, Obedience they prefer to Sacrifice; And want not Scripture-texts more than enough, Which warrant them to Thrash as well as Plough. Had FOX but writ his Volumes in this Age, His Book of Martyrs had not fill'd a Page: England (I fear) would scarce have spar'd him one Old Latimer, to make a Martyr on. Indeed they tell's what New Jerusalem's, And how 'tis pav'd with Pearls, and Precious Gems; Blaming us much, we freely leave not this Course Clay, for a Coelestial Paradise. Yet when a doughty Priests unhallow'd Gums Sustain one rotten Tooths-ach, how he Fum's And Froths! and if a Fever do but strike him, What Peasant-powts, and pants, or pineth like him: O for a Doctor then! Bridle the Horse, And haste the Clerk away — He's worse and worse! Alas! the Doctor comes not! O, quoth he, Would God restore me but, then he should see — But what? Be sure no mind he has to D••ath, The Parson's Heart's fast chained to the E••rth: He blesses Heav'n for's last Nights Requiem, But has no thoughts of New J••rusalem.

Mistake me not: For I include not here, The Reverend Doctors of the Holy-Chair; Nor yet the meanest of that Sacred Quire, Whose Service at the Altar is entire: To them I bow, and willingly make their's, The Tythe (at least) of all my daily Pray'rs. No, I intend the thred-bare Motley-Coat, Which makes the Pulpit but a Juglers-throat, And can from thence (t' infatuate Mankind) Disgorge both Fire and Water at a Wind; Yet (were it to preserve the World) not dye Ought but his Stockings, prate he ne'r so high. I say, 'tis him I mean; for he I look Will be the loose-Surveyor of my Book. "Deal gently (good Sir-John) and do not Quack, "Live else the Subject of mine Almanack.

In Hemerosc. 1652. this Learned and Loyal Person wrote these several witty Verses following.

1. Under the Table of Kings.

WHen Rome's perverse and giddy Multitude Dissolv'd (in Tarquin) their Great Monarchy; To doom the Act UNNATURAL and RUDE, ('Tis said) A Serpent Barked: But when We D••ssolved Ours, (so were they overcome With Pannick fear!) both Men and Beasts were dumb.

2. Under his Moveable-Feasts.

Those Feasts were once held Sacred amongst Men: Old ••••lks may live to see them so agen.

3. Under the Table of Terms.

The Law is good, and needs no Reformation; It takes no Bribes, nor sleeps a long Vacation: Delays no Suits, disdains not to embrace A John-an-Oaks, or John-a-Styles his Case: Yet, since the Pilot's dead * 2.2, and Storms do threat, (Rocks being near) the Wreck must needs be great.

4. In February.

Mars throws his Knapsack by, and stoutly draws His trusty Bilbo, to prescribe us Laws. Jove claims his Priviledge; and Mars, his Pow'r: Both wrangle * 2.3 hard, and each on other lowre. At length Jove yields, and Mars assumes the Chair, Votes his own Person Noble; Doings, Fair.

5. In May.

A Zealous Month (or so it doth appear) Composed all of Love, and Bottle-beer: But whilst the * 2.4 Shepherd's absent, or asleep, The Ravenous Wolves devour the silly Sheep: London! beware of Fire, and Beasts of Prey, And something else; but what, I will nor say.

6. In October.

Swords now grow dull, and Heads are gravely tost, To balance what is gain'd with what is lost: To find out how and where the danger lies, To estimate old stores, with new supplies: W'are now at leisure to attend the knocks Of Sir John Levite, in his Jugling-Box.

7. In November.

What loud Diss••ntion's this we softly hear And dread, 'twixt Saturn and his Councellor? Who's that gives back? What Jovial Fools are they Must needs Command, before they can Obey? "Divid•• and Rule, is Machiavils: Take heed! "For though he dy'd long since, here's yet his seed.* 2.5

8. In December.

The first Eclipse * 2.6 next Month doth take Effect, And Jove (o) 2.7 and Mars move now in dire Aspect: Whence the Malicious Changeling-Brother-hood Of suiveling Mock-Priests, that cry'd out for Blood, Shall surely feel (though yet they will not see) The full-grown-fruits of their Apostacy.

In Hemerosc. 1653. this Worthy Artist wrote these several Verses following.

1. Of the Vulgar Accounts, Notes, and Festivals.

The Christians of the East and Greek Church, do number

	Years.
From the Creation unto this present Year	7161
The Jews, Hebrews, and later Rabbines	5413
Ergo, they differ in their Computation	1748

HEavens direct us! what a Difference here's, [Full seventeen hundred forty twice four years:] Whose R••ck'ning shall we trust? or shall we wait, Till some New Prophet rise, and Calculate The year? [That year which Saints in Heav'n not scan, Yet needs must be confin'd by prying Man!] But if nor Jews, nor Christians can it find, If Plato saw not, surely they are blind.

The Christian Abyssines and Egyptians, from the Dioclesian Aera, or that of Martyrs, 1369

Thus rots that Tyrant: And may all the same, Who act like Cruelty, yet hate the Name.

The Saracens and Turks from Hegira, or the flight of their Prophet Mahomet. 1063

The Turks are very Holy in their way; They Preach, give Alms, and most devoutly Pray;

And live in hope: Our Zelots do no more, Unless to over-do, and ne'r give or'e. Had we been born in Turky, we should set As great a rate on Rascal Mahomet, As Turks themselves: If they in England, then We had been all alike [Good Christian-Men.] "Tis Birth and Education, which doth make "Religion: that which Seals it, is, the Stake.

The Astronomers from Nabonassarus (of Egyptian Years, consisting each of 365 days) 2401.

They (of all others) can account the best, Yet are accounted of, but like the rest: The snarling Priest (who Numbers never knew, More than to tythe his Pigs, or whence they grew; But like the Ale-wife, chalks behind the door, And sets even Christ and Moses on the score) Gains more belief in striving how to bribe Our Reason, than do all that Learned Tribe. But know (fond Men) the Bible was not writ For you to draw Chronologies from it: To prop up Faction, warrant Breach of Laws, Absolve from Oaths, and Chain us to your Cause; To teach Men Trades, or Sciences, or Arts: 'Twas made to rectifie and steer our Hearts. "Wretched those Souls, who thus (by you) are fed "With Tares and Husks, instead of Heav'nly Bread.

From the Death of Alexander the Great, 1976.

He who Conquered all the spacious Earth, Was Conquered himself for want of Breath: He that (whilst living) could endure no Bound, Rests now contented with six foot of Ground.

"His Birth, his Valour, his Exploits and Glory, "All tumbled in a heap of Doubtful Story. Even so at length (Great * 2.8 Conqu'rours) shall you be Or'e-come, confin'd, as close, as low as he. Ten Thousand Armies strength will not defend: Your Conquests, and your selves must have An End, Nor can they yield you Comfort when you die, Be'ng nothing but a splendid Robbery.

Since the Julian Institution, 1698

Since the Gregorian Emendation, 71

Our State have been Reforming twelve long Years, The Church, Court, Country, City, (Hair and Ears:) Should they the English Kalendar omit, 'T will be forgot when they begun to sit: Ages to come, who thirst to Celebrate Their Famous Deeds, shall find them without Date; And know no more when CHARLES or Strafford dy'd, Than some, When Christ was Born, or Crucify'd. Perhaps, mistake the Persons with the Times, Finding so like, their Suff'rings, and their Crimes.

2. Under the Feasts and Fasts.

What Changlings were the Presbyterian-Crew, Who pull'd Old Crosses down, to set up New! And burnt Christs Picture, whilst they did embrace Those Antick Draughts of Calamy and Case: That durst adventure on such dangerous shelves, As to un-Saint th' Evangelists themselves: And leave us not a Festival, beside What they so called, and had Sanctifi'd.

But Heav'n is just: For, lo! they're forc'd to bow; The Synod's down, and stinking Elders too: "Only they bark at Moon-shine, now and then, "To witness they are Dogs more like, than Men.

3. Under the Kings, &c.

I've said y' are Gods: Who dare you Tyrants call, Since (Good or Bad) y' are his Vice-gerents all? But you shall die like Men: This, I allow; For Men must die: So did our Saviour too. "When once the Rulers, Priests, and People cry, "Away with him, Pilate must Crucifie.

4. Under the Table of Terms.

Lawyers prefer the sharpest Laws, as best To keep a Common-wealth in Peace and Rest: If so, why should those Gown-men Frown and Puff, To see the Courts of Justice lin'd with Buff? "No Plea ere moved as a Sword can do; "For that or'e-ruleth Judge and Jury too.

5. In January.

Welcom, ye pregnant times! whilst you shall be As cross to some, as they were curs'd to me: Welcom, Prodigious Births! wherein appear No fewer Monsters, than are days i' th' year: Thrice welcom are ye! For y' are none of mine: A Poets Issue, is, A Princely Line.

6. In February.

Disturbed Heav'ns produce disturbed Pates; Confused Councils, more Confused States. A Quarter-witted Clergy half undone, Their Grand Impostures, clear, as is the Sun: Whence Giddy * 2.9 Zelots take the Craft in hand, And breath a Holy-madness through the Land.

7. In the Month of May.

Whither an Army now? Well! I could say Who 'tis will get, or who shall lose the day: Thrasillus-like inform you, who shall prove Victorious in's Ambition, who in's Love: But I am silent; Nay, I must be dumb; 'Tis TREASON now to Pray, Thy Kingdom come:

8. In November.

The Nation mourns because of Monstrous Oaths: Her Scarlet sins, cause want of Bread and Cloaths: Diseases rage, and strongly multiply; Our New-Republick's sick, and like to die. London bewails, beshrews her lewd pretence, Of begging for a Posture of Defence.

9. Where speaking of the Mutations of Em∣pires, Kingdoms, and Common-wealts, he pithily Concludes. —

Thus Changes come, thus Changes will ensue, (Till these Corrupted Bodies change for new; And put on Incorruption) Men and Things; Whole Countries, Cities, Beggars, Princes, Kings: He who but lately wore a Crown of Gold, Crown'd now with Thorns, Exil'd, or basely Sold: He clad in Rags, and fed with scraps before; Now, Thron'd in's stead, and surfeiting with store: A Glorious Church and Kingdom, but to day; To Morrow, both the Wolf and Foxes Prey. The Learned Lawyer, Orthodox Divine, Once high esteem'd, now rank'd with filt by Swine: The Hospitable Lord erst fed the Poor, And cloath'd the Naked, nak'd turn'd out of Door: His sorrowing Wife, and helpless Children gone To try their Friends, perhaps be frowned on; And he in's hoary-age Petition, bare, Those that his Grooms (at best) but lately were: The Fool in's Coat, the Wise-man in his Chair. Th' Indulgent Father, and the Hopeful Heir: The griping Land-lord, and the greedy Clown, The glittering Tissue, and the gray-friz'd Gown; The Rosy-Cheek, and the unfurrowed Brow, The Freckled Wainscot-Face, that Milks the Cow; The Flowry Bride (girt with chaste thoughts about) Will all once changed be; their Lamps must out: Nay, Heav'n it self grows Old, and will away: It had a Birth, and shall a Dying-day. All, all to Change and Dissolution tend; Poor Almanacks, ev'n they, must have an end.

In Hemerosc. 1654. this Ingenious Person wrote these following Heroick Verses.

1. Of the Feasts, &c.

GO ring the Bells, let Priests and People Pray; I know no Treason in a Holy-Day.

2. Over the Table of Kings, &c.

Here stands the Regal Table, till it be Convict and Banish'd for Malignancy.

Under the Kings.

Call me no more Malignant, since the Term Hath Hydra's Head; I Hercules his Arm: And (though no God, nor Worshipped at Tyre) Remember yet great Jupiter's my Sire. Let States and Kingdoms whirle; mine shall not fall, Except (when time is done) this Globe and all. So Wolf and Lamb salute; the first for blood, The second to be offer'd for our good.

3. Over the Terms.

Thus may the Terms begin, thus may they end: As yet we know not what we do intend.

Under the Terms.

Friends! send your Sons no more to th' Inns of Court, But breed them Souldiers, Men of loud Report: So need they fear no rude Return of words Or Writs, nor yet Exception 'gainst their Swords: So shall their Terms be never out of Date, Nor liable to change, but with the State: So may they chuse the Trade most Profit brings, Set up or Lawyers, Priests, or Petit Kings.

4. In January.

Now CHARLES is dead, the Senate in a ditty, Sung in Wild Airs about the Holy City; The ill-got-Lords made worse than Indian Slaves, And Priests (like Churches) hovering o're their Graves. Whose turn is next? speak you as may be free! I dare not meddle with SUPREMACY.

5. In February.

Fetch Me a Ladder and a Broom, that I May sweep the Cobwebbs from the Azur'd Skie; Dispatch the fumes that cloud the subtile Air, And make the Heav'ns look Maiden-smooth and fair: Else is that Roof too mean for those that vie With Gods themselves for Crowns and Majesty.

6. In March.

Justice now flows, and Righteousness doth stream Throughout the streets; the Conduits run with Cream. Our Virgins Lamps be full of Holy Oyl, Themselves o're-charg'd and ready to recoil: Old M••n dream Dreams, and Young Men Visions see: Their cloven Tongues are tip't with Prophesie.

7. In April.

Well fare Gay knacks, and men to change inclin'd; They raise the dust, and cloud the work design'd: In gild••d Roofs, who doubteth of d••ceit? In troubled waters, who can see the Bait? He that would closely bring great things about, Must mud, as well as Fish the Rabble-rout.

8. In June.

W'are all Reform'd, and free as we were born; Almost as naked too, much more forlorn: The Times are Tyrannous, not Men, for they Have brought to pass, what Men b' asham'd to say. But (if one truth may slip my harmless Pen) Times would be better, had we better Men.

9. In July.

Sweet are the Sippets of a Diadem! Shall Foreigners invade us, or we them? Victors but once grown bouzy with success, Dream of nought ••lse, but Gold and Gloriousness: But we are lowly-minded, and despise All Earthly Substance, being Heavenly-wise.

10. In September.

What fine new-nothing's this, that I espy, A Sect, a Schism, or a Heresie? Or shall I Nick-nam't a Religion? Say! No, 't relishès the sober water-way: Yet wants no fire to make the Spirit beat, Nor bucksome Creatures to allay the heat.

11. In October.

Must Treasurers account? 'tis fit they do: (They shall in time make satisfaction too) But these (and other Pious Cheats we have) Can quote us Scripture why they play the Knave: Religion is a Cloak for all deceit, And shrowds designs that be of greatest weight.

12. In November.

Ho Presbyterians! Prick up your Ears, Advance your Troops of Jealousies and Fears: Summon your Elders in their several Classes, The Covenanters, Directory-Asses: And tell me (now, your blood and breath's nigh spent) Where's one dares Fight for King and Parliament?

13. In December.

A Blessing on the Common-wealth Affairs: (May that green Lady never know gray Hairs) Let's on with Courage, and resolve to do What e're Necessity compels us to. So long as God's with us, what need we fear Whose turn it is to Reign another year?

In his Ephemeris 1655. I find these several Excellent Poems following.

1. Over the Feasts.

LO, here the Sacred (Saint-offending) days, Religion's outward worth and splendent Rays: Old Truth's strong Evidence, motives to Zeal, Rich badges of a Christian Commonweal: Fair Hieroglyphicks of what we profess, 'Live shadows of Eternal Happiness; Lasting Records on Earth, wherein even they That won't be drawn to hearken what we say, May by observing only, what we do, Read our Belief; and reading, do so too!

2. Over the Table of Kings.

Here's yet the Regal Table; who can tell But 't may (by thus long Prostitution) swell?

Under the Table of Kings.

How! Tyrants all? what glory is't to be Accounted Gods, if Gods of Tyranny? 'Tis strange your Conquests were not claim enough, Yet ours (of one another) Gosp••l-proof: Either your Titles to the Crown were good, Or ours (so Mystical) not understood.

3. Over the Table of Terms.

Away to Westminster, and do not fear: We will indulge ye yet another Year.

Under the Table of Terms.

Go to, brave Hero's! and Abridge the Law, [Teach (in Epitome) to Hang and Draw:] M••ke Magna Charta speak us Lilburn-free, That Treason which is writ without a T. Correct Old Littleton, and Print him New. The Sword's one Tenure, more; he never knew.

4. In January.

Rythm you whose measures charm you better luck; I must be mute; my Muse is Planet-struck; Her Fancy's fetter'd, and her Ink is froze; Complaint is made, her Pen's too broad at Nose: I'le to the Woods, and find some Satyr out; There's now no fellow to the Cloven-foot.

5. In May.

The Pole's perplexed, and the German dreads, The horned Moon should pierce the Eagles heads: Goths, Huns, and Vandals once had greatest Power; The Tartars and the Turks have now much more. If then success be it which best depaints A glorious Cause, Turks are the only Saints.

6. In September.

From th' Honour of our ill-begotten Peers, From the sowre batch of Jealousies and Fears, From slouds of Orphans and poor Widows Tears, From twice-six other over-tedious * 2.10 Years, Good Lord deliver us. The Number Three Hath always in it some high Mystery.

7. In December.

Now Falcifer, Gradivus doth * 2.11 oppose, Then through the Virgin (hobling backward) goes: Hence th' Waters are corrupted, Fishes die, The Earth is Barren; a Mortality Afflicts the Land; Mars (a) 2.12 rageth up and down, Not quiet with, nor yet without a Crown.

In Hemerosc. 1656. are to be read these in∣comparable Pieces of Learning and Inge∣nuity.

1. I shall present you with his Chronology, it being the last in Verse, and the most compleat of all his others.

• SInce all things were of God created good 5605 Years.
• Since Noah ascended th' Ark t' avoid the flood 3949 Years.
• Since God the Promise made to Abraham 3583 Years.
• Since th' Israelites from Egypts Bondage came 3153 Years.
• Since Solomon the Temple finished. 2669 Years.
• Since King Zedekias a Captive led 2246 Years.
• Since JESUS of the Blessed Virgin born 1656 Years.
• Since for Mans sins he suffered death and scorn 1623 Years.
• Since Caesar's force the Britains overthrew 1708 Years.
• Since hence the Rav'nous Roman Eagle-flew 1232 Years.
• Since first the Saxons stept on English ground 1201 Years.
• Since here the Danes the like advantage found 824 Years.
• Since Norman William Britain over-powr'd 590 Years.
• Since Maud the English-Saxon Blood restor'd 551 Years.
• Since Second Henry Ireland first assayl'd 483 Years.
• Since our first Edward hence the Jews expell'd 365 Years.
• Since Tyler's Highness would the Throne ascended 274 Years.
• Since he his Life (with hi•• Rebellion) ended 274 Years.
• Since Gu•••• (those mort••l Engines) first were found 276 Years.
• Since P••inting made the world with Books abound 213 Years.
• ...

• Since Protestants (by Luther) first so nam'd 127 Years.
• Since Loiola the Jesuites Order fram'd 116 Years.
• Since Ket and's followers seduc'd the Nation 108 Years.
• Since hang'd (upon the Tree of Reformation) 108 Years.
• Since Kentish Wiat rose against Queen Mary 102 Years.
• Since with Spain's Philip she did intermarry 102 Years.
• Since London streets by Coaches first molested 101 Years.
• Since Scotland with Geneva-trash infested 99 Years.
• Since Lightning last consumed Paul's high Spire 95 Years.
• Since all the Heav'ns appeared on a fire 82 Years.
• Since Piercy and great Navil's Insurrection 87 Years.
• Since Gresham Colledge, and th' Exchang•• erection 85 Years.
• Since Drake surrounded this our Globe of strife 79 Years.
• Since Pious Gresham did exchange this Life 77 Years.
• Since Saint Domingo ransack'd wash by Drake 71 Years.
• Since then the Spaniards did (not sigh••, but) quake 71 Years.
• Since Zutphen-Siege our Famous Sydn••y slew 70 Years.
• Since Scotch Queen Mary bid the World adieu 69 Years.
• Since boasting Spain's Armado overthrown 68 Years.
• Since th' Indian Weed was first in England known 65 Years.
• Since daring Drake and noble Hawkins di'd 61 Years.
• Since Cheap-side-Cross most richly beautifi'd 60 Years.
• Since Cales was from the Spaniards stoutly torn 60 Years.
• Since CHARLES the first, to grief and sorrow born 56 Years.
• Since Learned JAMES the English Crown possest 54 Years.
• Since he th' Allegiance Oath upon us prest 54 Years.
• Since Fate reveal'd the Puny Powder-Plot 51 Years.
• Since first rejoyc'd for (now regarded not) 50 Years.
• Since Fred'rick Count arriv'd on English Earth 44 Years.
• Since we bewail'd Heroick HENRY's Death 44 Years.
• Since here (last) Christianus (Denmark's King) 42 Years.
• Since Middleton's River brought from Amwel-spring 42 Years.
• Since we Bermudas ••irst inh••bited 42 Years.
• Since Learned Rawleigh's noble Blood was shed 38 Years.
• ...

• Since last a Comet in the Scorpion seen 38 Years.
• Since that brought death to Ann (our James's Queen) 37 Years.
• Since Charles with cares as well as gold was Crown'd 31 Years.
• Since his fair Queen first trod on English Ground 31 Years.
• Since Lond••n's last great Plague from Heaven sent 31 Years.
• Since then at Oxford sate the Parli••ment 31 Years.
• Since Buckingham's great Duke so basely slain 28 Years.
• Since Engl••nd did conclude a Peace with Spain 27 Years.
• Since li••ing Charles fi••st breath'd this loathsom air 26 Years.
• Since Rev'r•••••• LAUD began St. Paul's repair 22 Years.
• Since the late King advanc'd against the S••OT 17 Years.
• Since Peace concluded (but intended not) 17 Years.
• Sinc•• Wolves and Foxes first were Idoliz'd 16 Years.
• Since 〈◊〉〈◊〉 Strafford's Blood was Sacrific'd 15 Years.
• Since Sects and Tumults set the Land on fire 15 Years.
• Since the dead King was forced to retire 15 Years.
• Since Hotham shut Hull-gates against the King 14 Years.
• Since ruined for thoughts to let him in 12 Years.
• Since we with Essex vow'd to live and die 14 Years.
• Since we cashier'd him (of his Excellency) 12 Years.
• Since Charles his Royal Standard streaming stood 14 Years.
• Since Keinton-field deep dy'd with English blood 14 Years.
• Since Cheapside-Cross (for Conscience-sake) did fall 13 Years.
• Since Moses Tables forc'd to give the wall 13 Years.
• Since the Scotch Army marched to our aid 13 Years.
• Since they return'd from Hereford, well paid 13 Years.
• Since Uxbridge Overture's initiation 12 Years.
• Since Love b••l••ht fire brands that consum'd the nation 12 Years.
• Since first we felt the vertue of a Tax 12 Years.
• Since glorious Laud triumphed o're the Ax 12 Years.
• Since Common-Prayers ceas'd (abjured rather) 12 Years.
• Since the wise Synod vo••ed God the Father 12 Years.
• Since Naseby-field first own'd that fatal blow 11 Years.
• Since even poor Women felt the overthrow 11 Years.
• ...

• Since pensive Charles left Oxford (in Disguise) 10 Years.
• Since he to Treacherous Scots became a Prize 10 Years.
• Since Henderson receiv'd his Mortal Wounds 10 Years.
• Since Scotch-men sold their Prince for English pounds 10 Years.
• Since Holmby-house ••estrain'd his further flight 10 Years.
• Since Joyce surpriz'd him in the dead of Night 9 Years.
• Since he had terms propos'd, and promis'd right 9 Years.
• Since fairly juggl'd into th' Isle of Wight 9 Years.
• Since there the sinful Treaty did commence 8 Years.
• Since (broken off) he forthwith hurry'd thence 8 Years.
• Since the old Commons took a purging dose 8 Years.
• Since CHARLES made truly great and glorious 8 Years.
• Since they the House of Lords did useless doom 8 Years.
• Since Kingship dangerous and burthensom 8 Years.
• Since the Supremacy was Eastward bound 8 Years.
• Since our Allegiance bury'd under ground 8 Years.
• Since CHARLES's Crown exposed to a rate 8 Years.
• Since England hight ••he Title of Free-State 7 Years.
• Since Scotland tasted of Heav'ns ireful Cup 5 Years.
• Since English Hogs are our dear Brethren up 5 Years.
• Since Mars unroosted those had twelve years rul'd 3 Years.
• Since Mad-men on their Ruines 'gan to build 3 Years.
• Since that illiterate Conclave's Dissolution 3 Years.
• Since this (blest) Governments first Institution 3 Years.

This is added out of his Ephemer. 1655.

• Since Time was pregnant of a Lord Protector 2 Years.
• Since she brought forth a (more than Trojan) Hector 2 Years.
• Since London feasted him at Grocers Hall 2 Years.
• Since Viner the first Knight (amongst us all) 2 Years.
• Since Peace concluded with the High-born Dutch 2 Years.
• Since the shrill Trumper nois'd it to be such 2 Years.
• Since Knights and Burgesses their free Election 2 Years.
• Since winnowed, and made of one complexion. 2 Years.
• ...

• Since they conven'd and sate (with blest intent) 2 Years.
• Since they presum'd to tune the Instrument 2 Years.
• Since found flat-guilty of that High Ambition 2 Years.
• Since taught the meaning of a Recognition 2 Years.
• Since some (like Rats) forsook the falling House 2 Years.
• Since others (big with Mountains) dropt a Mouse 2 Years.
• Since the Protector set their sins before them 2 Years.
• Since he dissolved (never to restore) them 1 Years.
• Since Noble James (the Duke of Lenox) dy'd 1 Years.
• Since Perjur'd Falc'ner wisely stept aside 1 Years.
• Since Wiltshire's Insurrection broach'd new fears 1 Years.
• Since the grand seisure of the Cavaliers 1 Years.

For the continuing this Ingenuous Chronology to any time, you need but add the elapsed Years between your proposed year, and the Year 1656. and 'tis done. Ex∣amples are needless.

2. Over the Festivals.

Why rail we not at superstitious days, Pull Crosses down, and burn the harmless Bays? ••hy do we not inhibit Common-Pray'rs, ••nd threaten Bridewell to the Cock-Pit Players? ••ow can our tender Consciences digest Organs and Altars, (stand they East or West?) Plum-broth and Pies (made of Malignant-Paste) Which erst the Godly would not dare to taste? And plead Allegiance, now that Fatal stroke Hath cut the Chain, and cleft in two the Yoke? The change is great, and may be well defended: But 'tis enough to say, The work is ended.

3. Over the Table of Kings.

Yet, yet the Regal Table courts the Nation: Kings are not out of date, though out of Fashion.

Under the Table of Kings.

Two Williams, twice four Henries, Stephens but one; Three Richards, twice three Edwards, and a John: One Mary, one Elizabeth, a James, And Charles, [five times five Soveraigns, with ten names] Who numbers more, transgresses (out of Reason:) God save my Cow! and that (I hope)'s no Treason.

4. Over the Table of Terms.

The Chancery's reform'd, and so are we: All things enjoy their Pristine Purity.

Under the Table of Terms.

Lawyers ('tis true) like new-set Mill-stones grind Their Rough-shod Clients: yet are they the Wind That drive the Sails. Who's most blame-worthy then, The Grinding Lawyers, or Litigious Men? Sate I as Judge, the Lawyers should go free, Such Clowns on Calthrops, till they could agree.

5. In January.

Where our third Edward (that Puissant King!) Was born to Conquer France, I rudely sing: Where * 2.13 Kings have Captives been; that stately Wall Confines my Muse: (for sin Original.) Help you that can, or have my Verse excus'd; That Shepherd poorly Pipes, whose Reed is bruis'd.

6. In March.

Chronus † 2.14, the Virgin; Mars, the Bull ascends; And (by their Trine) assure us they are Friends. When boist'rous Knaves meet and salute each other, Their common Phrase is, How Devil dost thou Brother? The Graver sort abhor that Hellish note; Yet (in the fear of God) they'll cut your Throat.

7. In July.

'Tis false to say Dog-days (but now) begin, Since thric. five Years have nought but Dog-days bin: Or that in England * 2.15 Sirius biteth not, Whilst we have such deep Wounds, and days so hot: But Sirius quickly sets (elsewhere to burn) Then sh••ll our Dog-days into HALCYON turn.

8. In September.

Two haughty Rebels, (yet of Heav'nly race) Invade the Virgins Confines: Face to face Dispute their Title there; but finding none, (As Trespass••rs) they hasten to be gone: Concluding Hermes for the only Man That's Heir at Law. But get it how he can.* 2.16

9. In December.

Thus Windsor's my Parnassus, and the Jayl- Supporting-Cole-hole, (cramm'd with Mills's Ale) My Well of Helicon. How should my Quill Want quickning, or my Muse inspired-skill? Thanks, honest Luke: May all thy Ale and Beer Turn Nectar; run untilted all the Year!* 2.17

10. His Conclusion.

The time's at hand, Titan's indulg'd by Jove, Crowned with Honours, dress'd in Robes of Love: Away, ye Miscreant Subjects of Despair, That dream on Fogs, and think 'twill ne'r be fair! Shake off your pensive Mantles, wash down sorrow; Phoebus appears, and bids the World Good Morrow! The Clouds do scatter, and anon you'll see (What shall I say?) An ENGLISH JUBILEE!

In Kalendarium Ecclesiasticum 1657. we shall find these several curious Pieces of Wit and Loyalty.

1. Under his Moveable Feasts.

THese are the Festivals, which every Year Change their Position in the Kalendar: The rest are fixed, till the higher Pow'rs Vouchsafe t' unfix, and vote them out adoors: But tha••'s to do: Let's therefore yet Obey Our Holy Mother, and keep Holy-day.

2. Under the Table of Kings.

So have I seen 'mongst the Coelestial Train Bright Stars arise, and quickly set again: Others (whose Circles greater Arches trace) Though short in lustre, run a longer race: Some wondrous swift, some slower than the rest; Yet (one and all) still tending to the West. Impartial Death doth no compassion take; Cedars and Shrubs promiscuous Ashes make.

3. Under the Table of Terms.

The Terms commence, conclude; and yet the strife Ends not: Contention hath a tedious Life: And (which is worse) who e're the Conquest get, Gains but a lump of drowzie after-wit. But O Revenge! he'll that, although he begs) 'Tis sweeter far, than Muscadine and Eggs.

4. In January.

By-fronted Janus (th' old Italian King) Beholds the Year transact, and entering: Wisdom and Providence, are firm props of State; They support Princes, and make Nations great: Their Suffrages shall now restrain my Pen, And make me one of the Prudential Men.

5. In February.

Now did the Ancient Romans Sacrifice To Plato, and th' Infernal Deities For their dead Fathers Souls: Furies were then The direful Objects of Idol'trous Men. And 'tis a weakness yet (in every Head) To cringe to and indulge the thing we dread.

6. In March.

Rome-building Romulus, gave this the name, In Honour of God Mars, from whom he came By Ilia, thus to perpetuate The Martial Prowess of the Roman-State: This Vanity (if so I may it call) Those Heroes had; and so indeed have all.

7. In April.

April's so call'd, 'cause the Terrestrial Pores Are open'd now to drink the pleasant show'rs: Fruits, Herbs, & Plants, sprout forth their fragrant Buds, And cloath all green, the Fertile Fields and Woods. Flora presents variety of Graces, Makes Ladies hide (for shame) their painted Faces.

8. In May.

May, à Majoribus: And what were they? Great Jove was one, who else I cannot say: The Pleiades and Hyades arise, And drench the Earth with chaste Humidities: May, then à Madeo; (it so••ndeth well) So Friday-street, from butter'd Mackerel.

9. In June.

June à Junioribus, (if so you'll ha't) That is to say, Chuck-sarthing and his Mate: Or à Junone, ('save us all!) for she Was Wife to Jove, and just so let it be, Some Etymon, are like the Knight, or worse; Who draws his Honour from his Fathers Purse.

10. In July.

But, Julius à Julio Caesare, Rome's Proto-Monarch, Pompey's Enemy: Th' ingrateful Senate robb'd him not of all, His Name survives their Cruelty, his fall. Pharsalia's fresh in mind, whilst Caesar here Triumpheth thus, not once, but every Year.

11. In August.

This Month Augustus Caesar did begin His Consulship, and thrice Triumph'd therein: Marc-Antony, by force of Arms subdu'd, Brought Egypt to the Roman Servitude. Therefore the Senate thought it was but just T'exchange Sextilis Menfis for August.

12. In December.

The Moon's obscur'd four parts (of twelve) and more, And seen (if th' Air be clear) all England o're: But Cynthia's Labour is, with little pain; Her throws are easie; she's soon light again. Were Men-eclipsed but restored thus, We'd trouble no Jayls, nor should Jayls trouble us.

13. A Conclusion of this Years Book.

But hold! the Press hath overtook my Pen, The Term's at hand, and I shall wander then: My Steed is ready [the grave Pedlar's Back,] My Harbinger [his Dog,] my Inn [the Pack:] Old Erra Pater (that hoof-beaten Jew) The Shepherds Kalendar, (with all the Crew Of merry Rascals) my Companions are: They deign to stile me Fellow-Traveller. Then Fairs and Markets I must duly keep, And (on the Stall) make up the dirty heap Of Penny Ware: Where the disdainful Eye Pores on me two long hours, before he buy: Whilst Nobler Judgments purchase at first sight, And swear (im••licitely) I'm thorough Right.

Yet some (although ••hey on me seem to doat) Will not vouchsafe me ev'ry Year a Coat; Whose duller Brats I wish no l••ss forlorn And naked, twelve Months after they are born. Another, his Mundungus (with me) lights, All, save three Pages, where he wisely writes When's Mare took Horse; his Cows th'impatient Bull; Or, when hims••lf, some foul lascivious Trull. Y••t this, forbids no ••ntries; only I Would not be Pand••r to such Drudgery. Nor do I grudge the hungry flames a whit; For, they consume not, they refine my Wit. Others b••hind them (in Fools Ordure) throw My injur'd Leaves: they'll serve the Bible so. But O th' Exchange! there, I endure the Rack, Such Din is made, with Wharton's Almanack! I can't but Blush for shame, when I do meet My Name (like Small-Coal) cry'd in ev'ry Street. Howbe't, I there••n set the bolder face, Because, like Fortune have, ev'n Acts of Grace. And yet, some trifling Shops provoke me most: For, here and there, they ••ail me to a Post: O Cruel Hands! but that my Patience bears, It w••ll presaging what attends their Ears. Thus pleased, or displeased, I appear, Servant or Slave, t'all Interests, once a Year. So let me pass: And when this Journey's over, I'le try if be••ter luck I can di••cover.

In Kalendarium Ecclesiasticum 1658. We find these Learned and Weighty Verses follow∣ing.

1. Under the Table of Kings.

HEre, and not here, implies a Contradiction, Reality (you'll say) oppos'd to Fiction. I grant it so: And he that asks me, Why? Must know, I cannot skill of things too nigh. He a large Picture, that will judge aright, Sets it not near him, but aloof his sight.* 2.18

2. Under the Table of Terms.

Peace makes a pleasant sound, well understood; But Discord better, whilst the Peace not good: I am not of his Humour, did prefer Th' Unjustest Peace, before the Just est War. Admit one rifled, robb'd of all relief: Must he needs patch a Peace up with the Thief?

3. In January.

If, wanting Wings, one may ascend the Skies, And Phoebus view, without an Eagles Eyes, Then rouze up (Muse) from thy Lethargick strains, And (having first invok'd the God of Brains) Let the Grand Subject of thy Measures be, No soul to England like a * 2.19 Monarchy.

4. In February.

It is the Image of that Domination, By which Jehovah rules the whole Creation: Angels nor Saints, do in his Kingdom share; God is sole Monarch; they but Subjects are. Whose Laws are such, as when they did Rebel, Sequestred not, but sent 'em straight to Hell.

5. In March.

As Old as that Paternal Soveraignty, God plac'd in Adam, Rul'd his People by; Disown'd of none, but them whose minds aspire, And envy One should have what all desire: For be't a few or many we live under, Such shall repine, still, whilst not of the number.

6. In April.

The Ancients did a Monarchy prefer, Made all their Gods submit to Jupiter: And (when Affairs and Nations first began) Princes Decrees were th' only Laws of Man: Experience will avow it, where there's any, One honest man is sooner found than many.

7. In May.

The rational soul performs a Princes part, She Rules the Body by Monarchick Art: Poor Cranes and silly Bees (with shivering wings) Observe their Leaders, and obey their Kings. Nature her self disdains a crowded Throne; The Body's Monstrous, hath more Heads than one.

8. In June.

A Monarchy's that Politick simple State, Consist's in Unity (inseparate, Pure and entire;) A Government that stands When others fall, touch'd but with Levelling hands: So Natural, and with such Skill endu'd, It makes one body of a Multitude.

9. In July.

In Order (wherein latter things depend On former, that's most perfect doth attend On Unity: but this can never be The Pop'lar State) nor Aristocracy: For, where or all or many bear the sway, Such Order to Confusion leads the way.

10. In August.

A Monarchy more quickly doth attain The End propos'd: for, 'tis the single Brain That ripens Counsel, and concealeth best Princely Designs, till Deeds proclaim 'em blest. Whilst numerous Heads are rarely of one Mind; Slow in their Motion; louder than the Wind.

11. In September.

Treason, nor Force, so suddenly divides Th' United strength that in a Crown resides: Sedition prospers not; it seldom here Results an Object of the Prince's fear. Than when an Empire, Rome was ne'r more strong, Nor Triumph'd under other Rule so long.

12. In October.

A Monarchy abates those F••v'rish f••••s Of Emulation, a Free-St••te begets: A Prince cannot his, R••ins so quickly slack, Or throw his Burth••n on another's Back. But where so many Rulers have command, The work's transfer'd, and toss'd from hand to hand▪

13. In November.

The People or the Nobles, to debate The deep Concernments of a Troubled-State, Set-times and places have assign'd them: they First meet, and then adjourn from day to day. Whereas a Monarch, who by Nature's One, Deliberates always, never's off his Throne.

14. In December.

But hold! Methinks I see the three Estates Conven'd, thrown open Prison-doors and Grates, Extinct our paltry Jealousies and Fears, Grace offered to all but Cavaliers And Papists: Yet with Patience they abound, In hope for better, now, the wheel goes round.

15. The Conclusion.

Thus trace we Time, and (in our several Spheres) Slightly pass over ne'r-returning Y••ar••: Thus States and Kingdoms to a Peri••d draw; Their Politicks must yield to Natures Law. Thus Kings and Beggars are Companions made, Shake hands, and knock the Scepter 'gainst the Spade: Thus Courts and Cottages become 〈◊〉〈◊〉 Roof, And Carts and Chariots meet without R••proof: Thus all the Greatness Mortals do contend, And Damn their Souls for, slideth to An End.

In Kalendarium Ecclesiasticum, 1659. these following Pithy and Prophetick Verses are to be found.

1. On the Moons Eclipse in April.

NOW have amongst ye, you that stand On slippery ground, or build on Sand. Seditious Spirits play their pranks, Inundations break the Banks: Rumours of Wars about us fly, (Thrice happy Man, dares bravely die) Intestine Tumults, taken Towns, Besieged Cities, Princes frowns Astonish Us. But I'le to Plough, And never mind what Mad-men do. Mavors and Hermes bear the sway: May He, deserves it, have the day.* 2.20

2. On the Moons Eclipse in October.

Quick work and Crafty! (He that sways In this Defect, brooks no Delays:) Beware of Pirates, High-way Thieves, Dull Heresies, and Hanging-Sleeves: Of Scarcity and dearth of Grain, With uncouth Griefs 'mongst Cattle reign:

Tempestuous Winds, Quotidian Fevers, Ptisicks, and Priests that cock their Bevers: Debates, that into Question call The Peoples Laws; even God's and all. For Stilbon, only, hath command, And him alone I understand.* 2.21

3. On the Suns Eclipse in November.

What noise is this? Methinks I hear Some dread Heroe, drawing near. A busie Clergy belching fire; Some Prince depos'd, and in the mire. I see (by th' light of one fair Star) Whole Nations going out to War: Risings, Arraignments, sudden Death And Ruine, rushing on the Earth: The Rivers lessen'd, Fountains dry; Waters corrupt, good Subjects die: For Mars is rampant; and what hand Can turn the Edge of Burlybrand?* 2.22

4. Under the Regal Table.

Sacred's the name of King, and full of splendour, Fam••us the Title of the Faiths Defender: 〈◊〉〈◊〉 (when on such the Rabble six'd their Spleen) Wh•• a••d regard to Faith, to King or Queen? B••t now, (such Comments on the Text they make) All Mortals must submit for Conscience-sake.

5. Under the Table of Terms.

Thanks, busie-Term-time! thou bring'st work to do For Judge, for Council, and Attorney too: But should'st thou and, and never more Commence, Lawyers would lose their most voluptuous sence: The knotty Laws (which now so dear we buy) Be rated like Bishops Divinity.

6. Under the Tide-Table.

The Sea hath fits, much like this giddy Age; Sometimes ••he pines, anon, she swells with Rage, And makes a rupture, where she overflows The Fertile Banks, yet never further goes (Without a Miracle) t••an Natures Bounds: Or if we think she do, 'tis where some Towns Encroach up•••• h••r 〈◊〉〈◊〉: ••or, she Is full as constant, f••r more just than we.

7. In January.

All hail (my Masters!) I must now implore Your Ticket, for a twelve Months Recreation: I know no Plot * 2.23 (save that, which keeps us poor) And this of mine, to gain your Approbation. All my Designs lurk in these Rural strains; My Guts Conspire, indeed, but not my Brains.

8. In February.

I Honour all that have a Soveraign Pow'r, Extol their Prowess (be it more or less) Admire them growing in a golden showre; Observe (but point not at) their vain excess. The Sun's defects seen in a line direct, Hurt th' Eyes, not when in Water they reflect.

9. In March.

I pray for Kings, and think't a Pious deed: Good Princes very well deserve our Pray'rs: But thereof bad ones s••and the most in need; For such (be sure!) do stand on slippery stairs, And (like to Iron) generate the rust, From their own substance, turns 'em into dust.

10. In April.

I'm hugely taken with the Golden Train, (Those lofty Stars which glide along this Sphere!) Yet Greatness, without Goodness, I disdain; A Spungie Head full ill becomes a Peer: Persons of Honour should have Princely parts, No empty Cock-lofts, or deceitful Hearts.* 2.24

11. In May.

I Reverence Justice (on the meanest seat) She was a Vertue once, though now a wonder: I like sweet words (intended not to cheat) And works of Mercy, not too far asunder: But Cruelty! how that would make me swagger, Were it not common, both to Sword and Dagger.

12. In June.

I love the Ministry, all but the name, (That Motly and promiscuous Appellation:) Which mingleth Dung-hill Dirt with Austin's Fame, (With Holy Writ, pretended Revelation) Give me the Priest disdains to tell a Lye; That Priest, who dare for his Religion die.

13. In July.

I like the Comm'nalty (that Sov'raign Pow'r) Whilst not to Faction, or Revenge dispos'd: But Commons over-stinted, or too sowre, Are best improved, when they are inclos'd. Who gives a Giddy Multitude the Reins, O're-whelms the State, betrays his want of Brains.

14. In August.

I own the Camp, where Gallantry Commands, Where Arts and Arms advance their awful Crosts; But wish the Cramp befall such Victors Hands, As cannot Conquer their Ambitious Brests. Success enlarges Mens desires; nay, more, It breeds some thoughts, they dream'd not on before.

15. In September.

I hug the Souldier, dreads no violent end, (For stoutest Men, such Fortune often have:) It is the Cause, (not Mode) of Death, shall send Us Glorious, or Inglorious, to the Grave. He who'll avoid a shameful Death, must run The danger of a brave one; and 'tis done.

16. In October.

I fancy well, our great Metropolis, She harbours store of Men and store of Riches: There is no sounding of that vast Abyss; What wonder then, if London wear the Breeches? Yet must this Darling, now and then, untruss; Correction keeps her most Obsequious.

17. In November.

But O the Country, free from jarring-strife, (Where Plants and Flow'rs abound with Eloquence; Where ev'ry Hedge and Tree doth breath new Life, Where pratling Birds do captivate my sense:) There I (sequestred from the World) abide, And (if needs must) there I'le be Crucifi'd.

18. In Decemb••r.

Thus (in an Humour purely Innocent) I add one Year more to a careful Age: No more of this, till freed from my Restraint: I cannot chant (like Birds) within a Cage. Yet know! I have (although my aim's not high) Seleucus-like, an Anchor on my Thigh.

19. His Conclusion.

Thus have our melting Eyes England beheld With smooth-fac'd Peace, and wanton Plenty swell'd Into a Monster; so unweildly grown, Her own vast weight, depress'd her Princely Crown: A Brutish War ••ore Church and State asunder, Fool'd us with Fears, fill'd all the World with wonder. The fairest S••••rs, losing their sacred light, And che••rf••l d••y turn'd into drow••ie Night: Th' A••tipodes (true Mirrour of the Cause!) Re-a••ted through three Nations, with applause: B••t EXIT OLIVER, whilst yet we lend O••r Patience, till the PLAY * 2.25 be at an end.

In Kalendarium Ecclesiasticum 1660. We meet with th••se several Excellent and true Verses.

1. Under the Regal Table.

WHere's now the Sultan? What remorsless Star Remov'd that Famous Idol, Olivar? Unwelcom Death. But what flint-hearted Fate, That Mushrome-Prince, his Son? Our glorious State. Thus then we see what luck Prot••ctors have; A restless Life, or Ignominious Grave.

2. Under the Table of Terms.

Lo! here's a Trade surpasseth all the rest, No change annoys the Lawyers Interest: His Tongue buys Lands, builds Houses without toyl; The ••en's his Plough, the Parchment is his Soil: Him, Storms disturb not, nor Militia-Bands; The Tree Roots best, that in the Weath••r stands.

3. In January.

And is He * 2.26 gone indeed? Then farewel He; Farewel to all our New Nobility: Good-night Illustriousness: Adieu old Joan; The Kitchen better fits you, than a Throne: Lay 'side your Purple, and your R••bes off cast: Play'rs are but Princes, while the Play † 2.27 doth last.

4. In February.

About, my Muse, and try if thou can'st find What pow'rful Charm rais'd that Prodigious * 2.28 Wind: Some dis-affected Conjurer (I trow) Did long to hear what News there was below: But others think, the Devil was matched so, His breath grew short, and so was forc'd to blow.

5. In March.

But where be those fine Juglers, did Address Such sugred Phrase, such smooth Obsequiousness: That vow'd to live and die, with Richard, yet Ne'r blemisht, when they saw his glory set? Such Hypocrites run with the stream of things, And will keep Time, whatever Dance begins.* 2.29

6. In April.

O for a Besom now, to sweep the House, And rid the Palace, both of Fox and Goose! Some choice Perfumes withal, would be design'd, (Ill Spirits ever leave ill scents behind) And when 'tis cleansed, and things sweeter grown, Great Berecynthia's Sons, go claim your own.* 2.30

7. In May.

What's to be done, now, all are grown so Wise, And our fore-Fathers Wisdom counted Lies? Were all the many Ages, that are past, Mistaken, until this un-erring Last? Good God! how sped they? shall none saved be But Schismaticks? Then what becomes of me?

8. In June.

But 'tis the Mode: Come, come, let's all comply; There's no firm footing on Integrity: For, having said, and done all what we can, The Pliant Willow is the Precious Man: Whose Oaths, of one day, (though of fair pretext) Vail to an Inspiration of the next.

9. In July.

Down then with Tythes, they are a burthen great, For which the Parson never soundly sweat: Yet let's remember (maugre all new light) He that detains them, robs God of his right. And though to him the tenth we should not pay, The Publicans will-sweep it all away.

10. In August.

Let's lay the Clergy by: What need we Priests Or Ministers? w'are all Evangelists: The Bible's English, (thank the Bishops for't:) The Spirit's in us, why not we exhort? Yet let's beware, before we farther boast, And think who 'twas receiv'd the Holy-Ghost.

11. In September.

Let's fell the Church and Colledge-Lands: Away With Humane Learning; (that's but for a day:) Down with the Steeple-Houses, melt the Bells, And own no Metal, but what's in our selves. But stay, first let us Learned Spelman read, And then (perhaps) we may abhor the deed.

12. In October.

Let's tear our Ribbons, burn our Richer Laces, Wear Russet, and contrive betwitched Faces: With Thee and Thou, let us go quack a while, And cheat the World, in Quakers garb and stile. But do not trust 'em, more than well befits; Th' are Presbyterians run besides their Wits.

13. In November.

Or were they not, yet fool not over-fast; For this Religion too shall flag at last: Naylor himself will never for it burn, Nor let us use't but for our present turn. On such sad Mummers, grace will not be had, Much longer, than the Multitude are mad.

14. In December.

But now th' Apostates are restor'd their Wits, And Plots and Plotters crumbled all to bits; A Blessed Reformation will (I hope) At last succeed, in spite of Turk and Pope: Till when, and always, let's observe the Laws, And truly Celebrate, The Good Old Cause.

Which Good Old Cause, England is now again (by Gods especial Provi∣dence) Blessed with; to the great sa∣tisfaction and rejoycing of the Inhabi∣tants thereof; who, by reason of their Sufferings in our late twenty Years Con∣fusion, cannot but give their joy the greater Latitude, at this so happy, and (by many, almost) unexpected Revolu∣tion of Government; viz. of turning from Anarchy, to the most Natural of all other Governments, MONARCHY.

In his Kalendarium Carolinum 1661. are found these Worthy Verses.

1. Under the Table of Kings.

STand there, Great Charles (in your successive Might) Our King by Miracle, our King by Right: The Number, now, is even; and You are He Which must compose the Odds, if any be. Your Glorious Father, by his Matchless Pen, Made Jews turn Christians: You make Beasts turn Men.

2. Under the Table of Terms.

'Twas Will, not Law; 'twas Envy, not Right Reason, Condemn'd ev'n Majesty it self, for Treason: But now (both Law and Reason taking place) Who doubts the Issue of an Honest Case? Yet with your Case, bring Coyn and Cap in Hand, Else Lawyers will it not well Understand.

3. Explanation of his Kalendar.

Martyrs and Saints, my Kalendar displays, (No private Fastings, nor yet Lecture-days; No, nor such Martyrs pearch on Tow'rs and Gates, To shew how truly, High and Mighty States!) Triumphant Charles, Blest Strafford, Glorious Laud, I Celebrate; as Martyrs without Fraud. These, these, and such as these, deep-dye my Pages, The Shame of this, Wonder of After-Ages.

Nor do my Saints wear Buff, or Bandaliers, Or are they known by their Prodigious Ears, Short Hair, and Hatchet-Faces, to delude A Monster-headed, Giddy-Multitude: No, no; th'are Saints rejoyceth Heav'n to see: Yet would the rest were all such Saints, for me.

4. In January.

All hail, Great King! Thrice welcom to your own, Your own good Subjects, your Imperial Throne. Renowned Charles! whose Glory let it be, Your blest approach hath set three Kingdoms free: Whose powerful Influence, whose chearful Rays, Make all the Year consist of Halcyon-days.

5. In February.

King Charles return'd! What Heav'nly News is that? Nay more, Enthron'd where's Martyr'd Father sate: Thanks, Noble Monk! whose gen'rous Vertue brought To pass this Miracle-transcending thought! May all that's Good requite you! Let your Name Be Crown'd with Lawrels of Eternal Fame.

6. In March.

King Charles restor'd! how't glads my wounded heart? That Deathless Name breath's Life to every part: Now, now, my Blood runs smoothly, and my Meat And Drink's Digested with more Active Heat: My boyling Stomach rages, craves full M••als; What surfeited before, now Feeds and Heals.

7. In April.

King Charles at Westminster! How happy we, Whom Heav'n reserv'd this Glorious Prince to see? Whose greedy Eyes surcharg'd with fresh Delight, Neglect all Mediums, fix on that fair Light. We Reverence both the Cassock and the Gown: But Charles his Presence Consecrates the Town.

8. In May.

Holy silent are the Rumpers, whilome steer'd Our Reeling Bark; so furiously Carrier'd, 'Gainst Truth & Peace: And trod down all before them, Save the dull Rabble, destin'd to adore them! Observe the Good Old Cause, how fast it sleeps: See how Rebellion on the Belly creeps.

9. In June.

Thus have we seen the modern Use of Saint, What 'tis to cozen with Religious Paint; And (Herod-like) when you intend to Kill, To offer Worship, and profess no ill. What fair Advantages the Devil affords To Frantick Garbs, starch't Faces, Canting Words!

10. In July.

Thus have we seen, what 'tis t'insinuate And kindle Jealousies within a State: To give Alarms of Dangers, where are none, And talk of Grievances were never known: To hold forth Liberty and Freedom, when Ye meant t' enslave your very Brethren.

11. In August.

Thus have we seen, what 'tis to Preach, and Pray 'Gainst Kings, and Curse them, in a Holy way: T' incite the weak and wavering to Rebell, Proclaiming, To your Tents, O Israel: Absolve from Oaths, and other Sacred Ties, Suborning Scripture for the loudest Lies.

12. In September.

Thus have we seen ye ('midst your Wickedness) Exult and Prune your selves with wish'd Success: Your Prosperous Mischiefs urged to invite Our troubled Reason to confess you Right. Prevailing Sins dangerous Temptations prove, Unless to him well Armed from Above.

13. In October.

Thus have we seen ye, Temporizing Slaves, Act all things, any thing, like subtil Knaves: Observe the Point, whence came the fairest Gales, Spread and receive them in your swelling Sails: Abjure your God, Religion, all you know Might Skreen you from the Beams would make you grow.

14. In November.

Thus have we seen, what 'tis to slight your King, Stain the fair Model of his Governing: Asperse his wisest Actions, and pretend Gross Lapses, which no Mortal yet could mend: To dress, him like a Tyrant, and (what's worse) Destroy him: On your selves entail a Curse.

15. In December.

And now (I hope) w'have seen enough, to Pray God save the King: And send him long to Sway Great Britain's Scepter! That the grumbling Frie, Will warning take, and cease to cogg the Die. For now their Cheats are so well known, I fear. Their Trading will not last another Year.

16. After his Gesta Britannorum.

Thus ends the Chapter: Here's a Period To our Rebellion: Charles (that Earthly God) Invested in his Throne: The Traitrous brood, Lurking in Corners, gaul'd with Guilt and Blood. They would have Built: but Heav'n would no such And so confounded Language, Tower and All. (Wall

His Dedication to the King.

Vouchsafe, (Dread Soveraign!) to accept this Mite, This Pedlar's Trash, this one Year's Over-sight. I have not yet approach'd your Sacred Feet, To beg one Boon: Let that (Great Sir!) be it. I was none of the Crowd, though now appear Attended on by all the Saints i'th' Year. Nor am I one of those that can Repine, (Cause I am Clouded) to see others Shine. The Freedom you Indulge, is Wealth enough; And (which is more) hath made me Cannon-Proof. Heav'ns Bless your Majesty, increase your Powers, No Guerdon's like to that of being Yours —

The Humblest of Your Majesties most Faithful and Obedient Subjects and Servants, G. WHARTON.

In his Kalendarium Carolinum for the Year 1662. are these Excellent Poems.

1. Under the Table of Kings.

SOme Princes have been Sirnam'd Red, some Black; Some Tall, some Crook'd (as well in Mind, as) Back: Some for their Learning, some for Valour, stand Admired, by this Learn'd and Warlike-Land: Our Gracious King's both Black, and Tall of Stature, Learn'd, Valiant, Wise, and Lib'ral too, by Nature. But that Adorns Him more than all the rest, Is Mercy in his most Religious Breast: Which mix'd with Justice, makes him thus to Shine Th' Incensed Glory of the Royal Line.

2. Under the Terms.

Now, that the Saints have ceased to Purloyn And Plunder, let's indulge 'em an Essoin: Charles's Appearance shew'd them their mistake, And he Forgave; shall we Exception make? No, no; r••is Blest Return refresh'd Three Nations: God keep's from any more such Long Vacations.

3. In January.

Behold the Two great Martyrs of this Age, Embracing Heaven, despising Vulgar Rage: Blest Laud, All-glorious Charles! whose Cruel Death, At once astonish'd both the Heav'ns and Earth. Whose Horrid Murder Clouded Church and State; 'Till Second Charles did both Illuminate.

4. In February.

Let Winchester remember Burleigh's Blood: Pontsract will witness Beaumont's, who withstood The unrelenting Rebels, and laid down Their well-spent Lives for Charles's injur'd Crown. Some Crimson-streams do stain each Leaf we turn▪ No Month, but what affords us Cause to Mourn.

5. In March.

Heroick Capel, and Couragious Hyde, Both mount the Scaffold, both are Crucify'd: Brave Bushel (Son of Neptune) lost his Head; His Lamp was (in great haste) extinguished. The Fifth Commandment, keeping, all their Crime; A grievous Sin, in that All-grieving Time.

6. In April.

Their deadly Rancour floateth now amain; Whilst silly Women, harmless * 2.31 Babes are slain By their devouring-Swords: Boys Act Men's parts, And Scarlet Gowns look on with trembling Hearts. Three Red-Coats then, (with Bells about their Necks) Were Force sufficient, London to perplex.

7. In May.

But, O the Precious Blood this Month was shed! Valour its Right-hand lost, Wisdom her Head. Whence the Mis-judging, Rude, and Brainless Croud, Made Earth and Skies but one Big-belly'd Cloud. Till Gracious Charles Return'd, whose warmer Rays Dissolv'd it, turn'd black Nights to Sun-shine Days.

8. In June.

Thrice Reverend Hewyt, Noble Slingsby Dy'd: Destruction was design'd them, before Try'd: The very Noise poor Rats and Mice did keep, Amus'd the Tyrant, broke his troubled sleep: How could he chuse indeed, but be afraid, So long as Slingsby breath'd, or Hewyt pray'd?

9. In July.

And yet the Monster means not to desist, His Wo's denounc'd against the Royallist. Undaunted Gerard, daring Ashton dye, And many more, whose Hearts could not comply. No Constancy like that of Cavaliers: Which never shrink with Force, nor sordid Fears.

10. In August.

The Valiant Lucas, Death-despising Lisle, And Gallant Andrews Sacrificed, while The Holy Rabble Triumph, and declare How Just, how Innocent, their Murders were! Yet still methinks, the Guilt sticks in their Face, Vengeance pursues 'em to their proper Place.

11. In September.

Think now of Worcester's Great Deliverance: Let's pay our Vows! 'twas something more than Chance, That sav'd Great Charles, and Us with Him: did jerk The lewd Posteriors of th' Unhallow'd Kirk: And taught 'em for the future to Misken, Whom once they stiled, Their Dear Brethren.

12. In October.

Lo here again, how fast the Wolf pursues: Let him but Catch he cares not who Accuse. Darby's great Earl unto the Block he brings: No Blood he spar'd, when once h' had spilt his Kings! Thus the Revengeful, whilst they are most keen In wounding others, keep their own Wounds green.

13. In November.

Lamented Kniveton doth the next appear, (Martyr'd not once, but Martyr'd every Year) Who (to assure the World his Cause was Good) Let not to Seal it, early, with his Blood. Thus Martyrs suffer, yet are never slain: Thus Martyrs sow themselves, to grow again.

14. In December.

The Tyger follows yet: His Thirst is great, And nought but Humane Blood allays his Heat: Sweet Norwich, Holt, and Downham his Rage saw, They saw the Judges too, but saw no Law: Judgment was turn'd to Wormwood in that day, Nor Truth, nor Justice challeng'd any sway.

In his Kalendarium Carolinum for Anno 1663. We find these Excellent Verses.

1. Upon the Great Conjunction of ♄ and ♃ in ♐.

FOrbear, Enthusiasts, and aim no higher, Y' are Purg'd, or quite Consum'd by this New fire. The many Waters whilom drown'd the Land, Must all Return, and keep within their Strand. Kings will be Kings, their Awful Scepters sway, The People Prompt and Zealous to Obey. Now Holy Church will offer Holy things, And burn her Incense under Angels Wings.

No Leper shall approach her Sacred Quire, None touch her Altars cannot touch the Lyre. Old Laws shall be Reviv'd, and New ones made, Wise Men arise, and Fools run Retrograde. Empires and Monarchies confirm'd, Erected, Churches Repair'd, and Holy Ground Protected. Tranquillity succeeds our Brutish Wars, Balsoms our Wounds, pours Oyl upon our Scars, Commerce and Traffique then receives Increase, Merchants adventure all things, but their Peace. Fanatick Spirits in short time forget What Principles they own'd in their Mad Fit. Repining Tradesmen, and Poor Handicrafts, Turn Morning-Lectures into Morning-Draughts: And wonder by what Wild-fires they were Led To feed on Thistles 'stead of wholsome Bread. So Plain, so Ugly now the Cheat appears, 'Tis lay'd aside for half three hundred Years.

2. Under the Table of Kings.

The Presbyterian Oracle's a Witch; For true it is (as bruted by the Bitch) We shall turn all Idolaters. Who can (Now Britain's Monarch so much more then Man, Enjoy's an Angel, darts such Rays Divine) Do less than Worship Charles and Katherine?

3. Under the Table of Terms.

Our Sacred Laws (dispens'd with Spotless Hands) Secure our Lives, our Liberties, our Lands: But whilst th' unhallow'd Oliverian Crew Profane the Bar, we hazard All anew. I wonder with what Foreheads they appear, T' Advance what by themselves subverted were.

4. In January.

What, still more Mischief; yet more Plots on foot? Design'd and Manag'd by the Rabble-Rout? Plots of mean Extract, and low Undertaking, Shews Lord nor Lady, save of Cromwel's making! But such poor Snakes as our own Bosoms bred, Which (being all Tayl) want Brains to make a Head.

5. In February.

But form'd they have another Sion's Plea, (Full fraught with Treason and the Canting-Yea:) For Liberty to Plunder, Fire, and Kill, First, whom they can, and next, who e're they will. Caesar himself (from whence our Peace doth spring) Shall have no Quarter, 'cause they'd have no King.

6. In March.

The Rev'rend Bishops too, had need look to't: For Churches Lands they Challenge ev'ry Foot, As Purchas'd by their Money, or their Blood: But howsoever the Saints Title's good. The Spirit tells 'em They'r the only Heirs: This is the Land of Promise, and all Their's.

7. In April.

Bless'd Reformation taught such gainful things, As Sacriledge, and Murdering of Kings! Precious the Pastors with such Manna fed us! Holy the Cov'nant to such Duties led us! Who would Abjure that Caledonian-Gull, Cram'd both the Belly and the Conscience full.

8. In May.

Mistake me not. For, I reflect on none That be true Converts, they who can bemoan Their Treason, and not grudge to term it such; Shall pass for Currant, if they'l 'bide the touch. My Heart no Malice harbours: I forgive The Knaves as willingly as they would Live.

9. In June.

But Monsters some there are (with Wood-street Faces) Have Crept (th — know how!) into warm Places: Places of Trust and Profit (none knows why!) Whose Hearts defiance bids to Majesty. Send out, and see how England's over-spread With Froggs and Locusts worse than Egypt bred.

10. In July.

Survey the Customs, Garble the Excise, Inspect our Courts of Justice: Look who Plies As well below-bridge, as above. Enquire Into our Offices. Then one step higher: And see how deadly ev'ry where w' are gnawn, By the foul Jaws of Presbyterian spawn.

11. In August.

And must such Miscreants be the only Wise And Worthy; We their lasting Sacrifice? Who is't will longer dote on Vertuous Deeds! When black Rebellion so fairly speeds? If Plato's Morals such Requitals give, Who would not study Machiavil to Live?

12. In September.

I, but those Beasts are Pardon'd. That w' allow: But shall their Treasons be Rewarded too? With Halters be't: For they alone can Season Such Restless Minds, and keep from speaking Treason: Nor is't but fit they should be Treated thus, Full Twenty Years so kindly Treated us.

13. In October.

For 'tis not long since a Poor Cavalier Durst scarce so much as blow his Nose, for fear Of doing wrong. They kept us in such awe, We Cleft their Wood, we did their Water draw: And shall we still be Subject to their Scorns? License such Sawcy Jacks to wind their Horns.

14. In November.

'Tis true, the Storm's Prodigious, Seas are rough, But yet our Ship's well Mann'd, and stout enough: Why should we dread the sight of Rocks or Shelves? Our Foes adventur'd all, yet sav'd themselves. Whose Scarlet sins pass'd but for over-sights, Who think th'ave all deserved to be Knights.

15. In December.

But now I think; (nay, dare Prognosticate, For I have study'd, and know well their Fate) We shall no longer be their Captives led, Our Chains are broke, their Hydra's vanquished: But (till once more our Sins do their's surpass) Enjoy our own, and prove The Devil's an Ass.

16. Upon London's Choosing Sir John Robinson Lord Mayor, for Conclusion.

Welfare fair London for this Happy Choice! The Snake's untwisted at her Thundring Voice. The Royal Tower and Town (both in such Hands) Despise all Factious and Fanatick Bands. He dreads no Plots, nor dreameth of Surprize: Nought startles Him like Presbyterian Ly••s.

In his Kalendarium Carolinum for Ann•• 1664. We meet these Ingenious Pieces of Poetry.

1. In January.

WElcom the Year (pick'd out from all the rest) To note great Charles, & his good Subjects blest. Blest from the Fiery Zeal, and deadly Feud, Of a deluded Brain-sick Multitude. Blest with the Influence of so good Stars, Peace cannot Surfeit, nor devour us, Wars.

2. In February.

Titan affronts the President of War, Jove joyns with Venus, (now our Morning-Star:) The Persian Deity casts his Sextile Light On him and Chronus. Th' Empress of the Night Vails her lent Beauty for a little space, But then rich Beams do re-adorn her Face.

3. In March.

Sol, Jove, and Saturn, all in Quartile move, Mars bids Defiance to the Queen of Love: Whence showers of Grief and strong Debates arise, To shew what Mortal thinks himself most Wise. But, if such Wisdom to Sedition tend, Fiat Justitia; he's not England's Friend.

4. In April.

See how the Churle and thundring Zeus wrangle With their Inferiours from a pow'rful Angle: Whilst yet with Paean they preserve a Truce, And bath the Teeming Earth with Fertile Juice: Juice that distilled in a Silver shower, Whose ev'ry Pearl-like-drop awakes a Flower.

5. In May.

Mars (now) at Archas and the Royal Sun, Darts his Malignant Radiation: But Sol and Hermes in Conjunction meet, Phenon and Pyrois each other greet. It is approved Prudence to comply With such whose Greatness will admit no vye.

6. In June.

Titan the two Superiours doth Oppose; So Hermes Jove, so Saturn Phosphoros. Mars frowns at Venus and the Aged Sire, But smiles on Phaëton. Thus th' Heav'ns Conspire Our Weal or Woe; and as they Love or Hate, We (Mortals) find our Bad, or Happy State.

7. In July.

Sol and Cyllenius re-unite their Rays, And breath fresh gales to Fan the Soultry Days: Jove storms at Mars, affronts sweet Aphrodite; Lucina loses all her borrow'd Light; But, in four hours resumes her wonted Grace: Could Ladies so, where (then) an ugly Face?

8. In August.

What gracious Aspects doth this Month produce, [Sextiles and Trines!] which melting Love diffuse: Methinks when th' upper Worlds so well agree, This World of Ours should Reconciled be. But that there's still a Holy Madness rages, Which nought but all-consuming Time asswages.

9. In September.

Old Falcifer (Nature's not best of Friends) With Sol and Venus eagerly contends: Titan with Jove, Jove with the Cyprian Queen, As if resolv'd to shew each other's Spleen: But those high Quarrels quickly are decided, Since Jealousies nor Fears have them divided.

10. In October.

Jove's winged Herald from the parching Sun, Completes his utmost Elongation. The Sun and Saturn, Jove and Hermes smile; As if all one, yet once a Crocodile. So Cap and Cringe some fly Fanaticks still, But trust 'em not; for then they mean to Kill.

11. In November.

Saturn and Mavors close in Council sit, Contriving Plots, and how those Plots should hir. Now which of such Malignants is't will say He hath gone wrong, and doth Repent his way? For They their Plots shall unsuccessful find, To His great good, whose Ruine they design'd.

12. In December.

Phoebus and Saturn in the Goat do meet, Whence Feather'd Snow, or Storms of Rain, and Sleet: But now, now that the Crowded Wassail-Bowl So frolick looks, what matters fair or foul? Let's (as the fair Rowena did) begin A Solemn Health unto our Lord the King.

13. Under the Table of Kings.

Your Mercy (SIR!) hath gain'd you what are Good, And few repine, save those delight in Blood: If now your Justice unto such extends, You Q••ell ••he Mo••st••rs, and secure your Friends. The 〈◊〉〈◊〉-••••litick's nor safe, nor free, Whilst but one Member dares Rebellious be.

14. Under the Table o•• T••••ms.

No more Custodes, Carolus so••nd•• better; This sets us Free, That U•• and Ours did F••tter. No Guardian like to Ch••••les! He, He alone Shall be Protector of Great Britain's Throne. In him alone concur both Rule and Right, For him alone Law Pleads, and Souldiers Fight.

In his Kalendarium Carolinum for 1665. We find these Pithy Poetick strains.

1. In January.

OUR Saviour Circumcis'd: The Wise-men are Conducted to his Cradle by a Star: Blest Laud Beheaded: Paul's Conversion wrought: All-glorious Charles upon the Scaffold brought; Whose Royal Blood shed by remorsless Slaves, (Sculk where they can) pursues them to their Graves.

2. In February.

The Blessed Virgin to the Temple hies, Presents the true Messiah, Purifies: Away to Shrift (would Ancient Christians cry) Confess, Prepare, the Holy Fast draws nigh. Matthias, now from Macedonia come, In Old Judaea's Crown'd with Martyrdom.

3. In March.

Whilst Loyal Wales pays Homage to her Saint, Stout Capel's Blood (so lost) makes England faint: A Week of Passion, and three Days of Sorrow, But then, the Pensive World is bid Good-Morrow! The Son of Righteousness restores our Light, Whose glorious Rising makes that Day so bright.

4. In April.

Low-Sunday leaveth off those Garments white, Put on in Baptism by the Neophite. Saint George, King Charles, both upon one day Crown'd; Saint George a Martyr, Charles a King Renown'd. Saint Mark th' Evangelist by Trajan Burn'd, Whilst Alexandria for her Bishop Mourn'd.

5. In May.

To finish what our Saviour did and taught, He now Ascended: His Disciples saw't. The Holy Ghost (in Fiery Tongues) was sent. Great Strafford Sacrific'd, yet Innocent. King Charles the Second Born, and Born again; His Birth and Restauration makes it plain.

6. In June.

Saint Barnaby (the Bright) doth next appear, And then Saint John; (the Royal Harbinger.) Saint Peter (Chief of all the Twelve) and Paul, (Both Roman Martyrs) Glorious Martyrs all. Yet, (such is still Saint Peter's sad Mischance!) His being at Rome, some count but a Romance.

7. In July.

The Dog-star now begins to shew his might, Yet that Mad-Dog in England doth not bite: Saint James, (who to the Twelve Tribes Preach'd the Word.) He, in Judaea fell by Herod's Sword: Of whom (more than the rest) this may be said, He was the first Christs Kingdom entered.

8. In August.

Saint Bartholomew next to the Cross we bring; Both Heir and Nephew to a Syrian King: Yet, (by Polemius his unjust Decree) Beat first with Cudgels, then Nayl'd on a Tree, So Flay'd alive at last (while breath remain'd) His Head struck off; and so this Glory gain'd.

9. In September.

The Grand Usurper dies; the Faction Powts; And Dick (his Son) drest up a King of Clouts: Both Court and City in close Mourning drest, Drapers and Silk-men more than all the rest. Illustrious HENRY (Gloucester's Duke) Expires, Whom yet the World lamenteth, yet Admires.

10. In October.

Thaddaeus slain, and Simon (Crucifi'd) Was last of all the Twelve Apostles dy'd: Saint Luke departeth in a Peaceful Bed At Ephesus, where he is Buryed. Rarely bad Quarter such Physicians find, Who can (like him) both Body Cure, and Mind.

11. In November.

With Bells and Bonfires here we Celebrate Queen Katherine's Birth-day, England's Happy State, Adorn'd with such a Gemme, so fair a Queen, In whom all Vertues are concentring seen: All-hallow-day needs fear no more Complaints, Since She makes up the Total of All-Saints.

12. In December.

Just when the Scepter is departed from Judaea, Shaddows Substances become: Janus his Temple-gates are shut, Wars cease, Behold! at Bethlem Born, the Prince of Peace. Well fare that Day! Parent of such a Birth, As Reconcil'd (at once) both Heav'n and Earth.

13. Under the Table of Kings.

Now Peace and Plenty (in our Bowels) raign, And none but Enemies are heard complain: I ask our Anti-Monarchists, How they Could more O••••••ge us, if they had the sway? For, let them Fancy what they please, New things; No Freedom's like to that proceeds from KINGS.

14. Under the Table of Terms.

Not Major-Generals, nor Committees, Rump-Justices, or fell Presbyteries: But England's Laws (with Loyal Minds Expounded) Distribute Right, to Cavalier, or— Thanks to our Gracious King, by whom we have So great Deliverance from Fool and Knave.

In his last Kalendarium Carolinum, which was for the Year 1666. We meet with these Learned Pieces of Poesie.

1. On the Year 1666.

NOW Sixteen hundred sixty six is come: When (as some say) (shall be the Day of Doom: Or else the Pope and Hierarchy destroy'd, Presbytery Advanc'd and over-joy'd.

Here's Seven Years Purchase offer'd ••or his Land, Who thinks that Dreadful Day so nigh at hand: And (if his Holyness suspect his Chair) I'le tak't my self, though but for this One Year,

2. In January.

Now that we have Chastis'd th' Insulting Dutch, (Tho yet De Witt scarce let them know so much) Shut up their Shops, restrain'd their Fishing Trade, And shewn the World how they have play'd the Jade: Burn we our Incense first, then Pay our Vows, And with fresh Lawrel Crown the Conquerers Brows.

3. In February.

The Conquering Brows of our Renowned King, Without whose Council this had never bin: Without whose Stars, our Stars had fought in vain, And Hogen-Mogens Vanquish'd Charlemain: Side-belly'd Bores Eclips'd Great Britain's Fame, And London truckl'd under Amsterdam.

4. In March.

The Conquering Brows of our Illustrious James, York's Famous Duke! whose all-consuming Flames, (Upon the Floating Altar of the Main) Have Sacrific'd, what They account but Slain: Fir'd, Batter'd, Sunk, and Took, what did not run, Ended a War, e're it was well begun.

5. In April.

The Conquering Brows of that Heroick Prince, Whose Blows are th' Arguments which must Convince Such State Delinquents! (One Broad-side from Him Breaks their whole Body, Reason but one Limb.) Whose very Name's enough to strike 'em Mute, RUPERT! (no more) to end the whole Dispute.

6. In May.

The Conquering Brows of that great * 2.32 Archimede, Who (when the Monster Tacks about and's fled) Can with one Beam of his Ingenious Ire, Reach her proud Head, and mak't a Cone of Fire: More Dreadful than the Spainish Inquisition, Or (which was worse) Duke D' Alva's Imposition.

7. In June.

The Conquering Brows of Neptune's Choicest Sons, Whose Triumphs we Proclaim'd with their own Guns: Loud Bells, large Bonfires, full and chearful Bowls: (To strike stone-dead those Ague-shaken-Souls: Whose Luck 'twill be (though no great Dignity) To drain that Universal Quagmire Dry.

8. In July.

Dry, as when Switzer Priest, and Saxon Monk, Had (with strange Doctrines!) made the Pag•••••• Drunk: And (in Compassion) drawn the Power of Spain, To come and Pickle up their Wits again: When scarce one Herring lest to trim the Barrel, 'Till William of Nassaw espous'd their Quarrel.

9. In August.

William the First! who set their Country Free, Emboldned Them, to that Confederacy With Zeland, and Both with the other Five: Whose Blood and Fortunes made them so well thrive, They quickly bad Defiance to their King; So started up this High and Mighty Thing!

10. In September.

But now, that Union's run out of Date, And Holland claims the Soveraignty of State: Whilst th' other six stand whistling for a Wind, Asham'd to see how far they lag behind: The Orange Interest quite lay'd aside, As thought too mean a Feather for their Pride.

11. In October.

Forgotten are the Aids they had from hence, And what at Newport done in their Defence: Our great Discoveries, (whereof they brag) How long they Traffick't under England's Flag. Which proves (as yet Japan true Witness bears) They are no Christians, but Hollanders.

12. In November.

But know (Ingrateful Stasiarchs!) you must Stoop, and (with Reverence) lick our English dust. The Coals (long since stir'd up and blown by you) Shall now your Fingers burn, and blister too. Th' Indignities once offer'd to our King, Reduce ye from a Cheese, t' a Chitterling.

13. In December.

Those Renegado Regicids (whom ye Protect, (and may annex your Pedegree) Who would give Thanks, to see or Turks, or States Pull down their Fellow's Quarters from our Gates. Shall speed your Ruine: Nothing prospers well, Which draws (like you) its Origen from Hell.

14. Under the Table of Kings.

Whom Spain's vast Monarchy could not Command, Nor any, but Great Britain's Force, withstand: Victorious Charles (most justly!) now Chastises; Fills his fair Ports with Dutch (not Christian) Prizes. What will he next, but once more Subjugate, And make't as Poor, as an Ingrateful State.

15. Under the Table of Terms.

Would you the Reason why Old Causes cease? Both Plaintiffs and Defendants are at Peace: The Plague compos'd much Discord, whilst we saw More Terms, than ever Lawyer, Terms of Law. Yet brisk Executors New Suits Commence, Which may prove Older than their Evidence.

This was the very last Year that this Learned Per∣son wrote Almanacks. His leaving off was a great Loss to Astronomers, Philosophers, Astrologers, Poets, &c. — as they will find by these several most Choice and Curious Collections.

There are divers other Curious Fancies of this Lear∣ned Author; but they being more Astrological than any that are here mentioned, and not very easily understood without a large Comment, (except by Persons skilled in that Science) is the grand reason why the Collector hath omitted their Publication.

Multa renascentur, que jam cecidêre, cadent{que} Quae nunc sunt in honore, vocabula, si volet usus; Quem penes arbitrium est, & vis, & norma loquendi, Horat. de Art. Poet.

Next, I shall present you with his Gesta Britannorum, Or Brief Chronology for Sixty and Six Years, of all the Remarkable Acts Perpetrated in the Islands of Great Britain.

FINIS.

Notes

• (a) 1.1

  Bradshaw, the bold Villain that Sentenced His late Sacred Majesty to Death. Steel, one appointed to draw up the Charge against him, but by reason of Sickness was absent. Cook, the Wretch that Sollicited the whole Villany, and prayed the pre∣tended Court to Murther his Soveraign.
• (a) 1.2

  Those two Worthy Persons were Murthered in the Month February, though in different Years, viz. 1. 1647. the 2. 1648.
• (b) 1.3

  Those three Worthies were for their Loyalty Murthered, March 9. 1648.
• (c) 1.4

  April 9. 1648 there were several Apprentices, &c. kill'd in the Streets.
• (d) 1.5

  The E. of Strafford was beheaded, May 12. 1641.
• (e) 1.6

  Mr. Yeomans and Mr. Bowcher put to death, May 30. at Bristol, 1643.
• (f) 1.7

  Sir Nich. Kemish put to death at Chepsrow; May 25. 1648.
• (g) 1.8

  June 2. 1648. The Kentish-men Murdered for presuming so much as to Petition for a KING.
• (h) 1.9

  Mr. Tompkins and Mr. Challoner put to Death ••t London▪ July 4. 1643.
• (i) 1.10

  Francis Lord Villiers slain at Kingston, July the 7. 1648.
• * 1.11

  1648. August 28. Sir Charles Lucas and Sir George Lisle shot to death at Colchester, after Quarter given.
• * 1.12

  September 18. 1648. The Treaty in the Isle of Wight beg••n.
• * 1.13

  Basing-house taken by Storm, and after Quarter was promised many were Murdered, October 14. 1645.
• * 1.14

  Mr. Dan. Kniveton put to Death for his Loyalty, on Nov. 27. 1643. at London.
• k 1.15

  Major Pitcher shot to Death in St. Paul's Church-yard for being Loyal, Decemb. 29. 1648. Sir Alex. Carew beheaded, De∣cember 23. 1644. for the same Crime.
• * 2.1

  Some Lords, after their House was Voted useless, very contentedly turn Commone••s.
• * 2.2

  Meaning King CHARLES the First, our late Dread Soveraign.
• * 2.3

  Mars this Month, being in Aries, cast a Quartile to Jupiter in Capricorn.
• * 2.4

  Meaning our now Gracious and Dread Soveraign Lord, King Charles the Second.
• * 2.5

  This month there was a Trine of the Planets Saturn and Mer∣cury, from Cancer and Scorpio.
• * 2.6

  M••aning the Eclipse of the Moon, that happened in Libra on March the fift••enth day, this Year.
• (o) 2.7

  Iove and Mars thi•• Month w••re in Quartile Aspect.
• * 2.8

  This was purely Prophetical, and is now most happily verified
• * 2.9

  We have had Preachers of all sorts and sizes in this Age of Li∣berty and Licentiousness.
• * 2.10

  O. Cromwel, the pretended Protector, and his pretended Par∣liament, had agreed together for Triennial Parliaments.
• * 2.11

  There was then an Opposition of Saturn and Mars, from Virgo and Pisces.
• (a) 2.12

  The pretended Protectors Tyranny began now to be most notorious.
• * 2.13

  The Author was Prisoner in Windsor-Castle, when he wrote his this Years Ephemeris.
• † 2.14

  Saturn and Mars this Month were in Trine Aspect, from Virgo and Taurus.
• * 2.15

  Sirius is the great Dog-star, which in July, toward the latter end thereof, ariseth cosmica••ly with the Sun, inflaming the Air; whence (from that time, toward the end of August, are termed) Dog-days.
• * 2.16

  These Lines deserve a Comment.
• * 2.17

  Luke Mills was the Tapster in Windsor-Castle, at what time our Author was Prisoner there.
• * 2.18

  Here O. Cromwels Usurpation and T••ranny, together with h•••• praying Pretences to Justice and Honesty, are Curiousl••, though Aenigmatically taxed. He would be a King in Re, but not in Nomine.
• * 2.19

  Monarchia, à Monos Archon, the Rule of one Prince.
• * 2.20

  In the Month April. 1659. the Rump appear, and put a Period to the Reign of Richard Cromwel, and indeed extirpate that Fa∣mily, whose Honour was only built upon a Sandy Foundation.
• * 2.21

  On October 6. Parliament, Council of State, and Officers of the Army, were Feasted at Grocers-Hall by the City. The 12. the Parliament Vote Lambert and other Officers Commissions from them. 13. They turn the Parliament out of Doors for it. 26. The (pretended) Committee of Safety erected. Quere, Was not this quick work and crafty? &c.
• * 2.22

  Lord General Monk, beholding the Confusions of England. Marches hither to put a stop to them. The King of Sweden shortly after died; which this Learned Artist must needs mean, by this Eclipse of the Sun.
• * 2.23

  The Author was suspected privy to, and guilty of, the Plot; in which the Reverend Dr. Hewyt, &c. miscarried.
• * 2.24

  When the Florida Ambassador was in London, Col. Pride being once at Dinner with him, instead of propounding a Question like a Statist, asked him, Whether there were not good vent for Beer and Ale in Florida? Whence our Author saith, A Spungie Head, &c.
• * 2.25

  It w•••• the sa••••e••t and most dismal Tragedy that ever was Acted in Engl••nd.
• * 2.26

  Oliver Cromwel.
• † 2.27

  The Play that p••••v••nted Englands Happiness, is now most hap∣pily ended.
• * 2.28

  At the Death of Oliver Cromwel, there was a most Prodigious Wind; the like hath seldom been known in England.
• * 2.29

  Most Countries in England sent u•• Addresses to Richard Cromwel, with as much Zeal, as if he had been the most Lawful and un∣doubted Heir to the Government of England.
• * 2.30

  It is observable, that the Parliament this Month gave Order to warn all Lodgers out of Whitehall, that it might be prepared the better for His Royal Majestes Use.
• * 2.31

  This relates to the Apprentices, and some Women that were stain in London streets, April, 1648.
• * 2.32

  E. of Sandwich.