Parnassus biceps. Or Severall choice pieces of poetry, composed by the best wits that were in both the universities before their dissolution. With an epistle in the behalfe of those now doubly secluded and sequestred Members, by one who himselfe is none.

Ʋpon the Kings-Book bound up in a Cover coloured with His Blood.

LEt abler pens commend these leaves; whose fame Spreads through all languages, through time whose name; Nor can those Tongues add glory to this book So great, as they from the translation took. Shine then rare piece in thine own Charls his ray; Yet suffer me thy covering to display, And tell the world that this plain sanguine vail A beauty far more glorious doth conceal Then masks of Ladies: and although thou be A Book, where every leafe's a Library Fil'd with choise Gems of th' Arts, Law, Gospel; The chiefest Jewel is the Cabinet. A shrine much holier then the Saint; you may yet To this as harmelesse adoration pay, As those that kneel to Martyrs tombs, for know, This sacred blood doth Rome a Relique show Richer then all her shrines, and then all those More hallowed far, far more miraculous. Thus cloth'd go forth, bless'd Book, and yield to none But to the Gospel, and Christs blood alone.

Thy Garments now like his; so just the same, As he from Bozra, and the wine-presse came; Both purpled with like gore: where you may see This on the Scaffold, that upon the Tree Pour'd out to save whole Nations. O may't lye Speechlesse like that, and never never cry Vengence, but pray father forgive these too, (Poor ignorant men!) they know not what they doe.