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

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 * 1.1 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

• * 1.1

  E. of Sandwich.