Loyal poems and satyrs upon the times since the beginning of the Salamanca plot written by several hands ; collected by M.T.

A DIALOGUE Between the Ghosts of the two last Parliaments at their Interview Fuimur Troes Westminster Ghost's Advice.

FRom deepest Dungeon of Eternal Night, The Seats of Horror, Sorrow, Pains and Spight, I have been sent to tell your tender Youth A Seasonable and Important Truth! I feel, (but oh too late) that no Disease Is like a Surfeit of Luxurious Ease; And of all other the most tempting things Are too much Wealth, and too Indulgent Kings. None ever was Superlitively ill But by Degrees with Industry and Skill And some whose meaning hath at first been fair, Grow Knaves by use, and Rebells by Despair; My time is past, and yours will soon begin Keep the first Blossoms from the blast of Sin, And by the Fate of my Tumultuous ways Preserve your self, and bring Serener days,

The busy subtile Serpents of the Law Did first my mind from Due obedience draw, While I did limits to the King prescribe And look for Oracles that canting Tribe, I chang'd true Freedom for the name of Free And grew Seditious for Variety; All that oppos'd me were to be accus'd And by the Law Illegally abus'd. The Robe was summon'd M—d in the head, In Legall Minder none so deeply read: I brought him to the Barr where once he stood Stain'd with the (yet unexpiated) Blood Of the Brave Strafford when three Kingdoms rung With his Accumulated Hackney Tongue: Prisoners and Witnesses were waiting by: These had been taught to Swear, and those to die And to expect their Arbitrary Fates Some for ill faces some for good Effates: To fright the people, and alarm the Town, Bedlo, and Oates Employ'd the Reverend Gown. But while the Trebble Mitre bore the blame The Nings Three Crowns were their Rebellious Aim. I seem'd and did but seem to fear the Guards, And took for mine the B—and the—W.— Antimonarchick Hereticks of State, Immortall Atheists, Rich and Reprobate: But above all I got a little Guide Who every Foard of Villany had try'd; None knew so well the Old pernicious way To Ruin Subjects, and make Rings obey,

And my small Jehu at a furious Rate VVas driving Eighty back to Fourty Eight, This the King knew and was resolv'd to bear But I mistook his patience for his fear: All that this happy Island cou'd afford VVas sacrific'd to my Voluptuous board. In his whole Paradise one only Tree He had Excepted by a strict Decree, A Sacred Tree which Royall fruit did bear, Yet it in pieces I conspir'd to tear, Beware my Child! Divinity is there. This so out did all I had done before I cou'd attempt, and He Endure no more. My unprepar'd and unrepenting Breath VVas snatch'd away by the swift hand of Death, And I with all my Sins about me hurld Toth' utter Darkness of the Lower VVorld; A Dreadfull place which you too soon will fee If you believe Seducers, more then me.