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

Tom, Thins Ghost

IN dead of night when the pale Moon Had got to th' Nocturnall Noon Betwixt her Light, and what was lent From twinkling Candle almost spent, As I lay slumbering on my Bed I saw methought a man was dead, Gravely he stalk't and stood and star'd While I lay trembling and was Scarr'd Dumb for a while at last I broke Silence and to the Phantosm spoke, Art thou said I that man of Sin Or Ghost of Thomas late Squire T. He soon reply'd with Accents hollow In words conform to these that follow. From the Tartarean shades below That neither Bounds nor bottom know Where a new life, the Cursed gain, Throw constant Torments, Endles pain, I by permission come to tell What Goverment there is in Hell,

Because I know thou wert a Tory To thee I chose t' impart my story, For thou wil't Joyfully reveal What, Whiggs that long for, Common-weal Like Spartan Boyes, wou'd still conceal. Attend then and my Narrative Communicate to all alive, I am the Soul of one of those That both the K— and Law oppose And Itch' with Conscientious Scurvey To turn the Kingdom topsey Turvey, Rogues that presume themselves appointed To contradict the Lords Anointed, Those that wou'd murder an Addressor And cut the Legs of true Successor. And make him look in piteous Case As Withrington in Chivy Chase, Nay cut his Throte and in his place Set Perking up of Extract base, Who has no more pretence to Rule This Land, than any other Fool, But may make out Il'e Swear as soon A Title to the World ith' Moon, I was I say of that Caball Till I was murder'd in the Mall; You've heard I know of that Barbarity Hatefull beyond all Bonds of Charity. Proceed we then with our Relation Of Action in th' Infernal Nation,

Assist me steed of Phaebus Legion VVhilst I describe the dolefull Region, One Monarch in that VVorld controuls VVith flameing Scepter, tortur'd Souls, And Captive, tho he be in Chains, Yet absolute Emperour he Reigns. No Factions there disturb the State VVhich is preserv'd by steady fate, Unalterable Laws they have VVhich the Almighty God-head gave, And to their Prince ev'n on his Foes A strict Obedience does Impose. That Prince is Lucifer, whose power The Subject Ghosts adore Each hour, VVho to advance their mighty King In Blasphemies, his praises sing Devoutly swearing there's no odds Betwix this Grandeur and the Gods, These tho' they suffer 'tis in Vain Amid'st their Torments to complain, If he but nod from burning Throne There's not a Soul that dares to groan, For Hell admitts of no Petition To redress Grievance of condition, Nor do Tumultuous Crowds appear VVith bold Remonstrances of Fear, Nor Spirit Murmer at oppression Nor prate of right or wrong Succession, Their King Immortall, Oh! 'mong you, That Charles the Second were so too.

I love him now, and tho' a Devil Am much more honest grown and Civil, For having ta'ne a Drachm of Styx I have forgot my VVhiggish Tricks Next to the Prince there are that stand Awfully waiting his Command Belzebub, Moloch, Ashteroth, Baal, And Dagon, who before their fall Tho' not condemn'd t' Eternall Night VVhere Seraphins and sons of Light. Those cursed Peers when e're he will If he intends great woe or Ill To sons of Earth he quickly can Summon into his Dark divan, Not to give Counsell, but to do VVhat his Dire Dictates Prompts him to. You have like him, one Noble Peer VVho wou'd do mighty Service there VVou'd he were there in stead of me To shew his Squinting Policy. He 'tis I mean that looks at once Like Cerberus from tipple Sconce But that his Eyes wou'd fascinate And give a destiny to Fate; For he I fear wou'd break the Law By which this world is kept in awe, Since it is here his chiefest Care To break all Laws that Penall are, He wou'd go nigh ev'n in this station To make a new Association.

But if he did, Oh! There are Judges, In stead of Scarlet Cloth with Budges Not such as these in which we trade But Robes of Solid Darkness made, They'd firk his Toby for take this For fatal truth, (and so it is) In the proceedings against furies There are no Ignoramus Juries, Plain Evidence is there believ'd And no convicted Soul repriev'd. No Mainprize there allow'd nor Bail But doomn'd to an Eternal Jayl, The restless Prisoners howl, and cry Whilst they in burning Shackles fry, Yet in my Conscience hee'd Endeavour Eev'n to deceive the great Deceiver, Or wou'd pretend to Court for Mistress The fatallest oth' Fatal Sisters, And wou'd so wheedle her that shee Shou'd cut the thread of Monarchy, So wou'd he his dear wish obtain And put an end to Charles his Reign, Nor wou'd he value his Damnation To keep great James from Kingly Station, Here upon Earth he has a Pug Which he like Devil & Witch does hug, For he ne're found his words were true in Any one thing but his own Ruin, He Whilom told the Yonker he Shou'd sway the British Monarchy,

Of a known Bastard grown a Prince But poor deluded Perkin since, From fancy'd Honour is degraded And all his Flowerde-lysses faded. But I degress from my Design While things on Earth, and Hell I joyn, Suffer me then to represent The Methods of our Parliament. VVhen Lucifer to utmost borders Of Erebus sends out his Orders, His Officers make no delay But the great Summons soon obey, Unanimously they all Elect, Not such as say they will protect, The Common Peoples Liberty From their dread Soveraigns Tyranny, For none his boundless Power Questions Or make undutiful Suggestions. But such they are as when th' assemble Before his Footstool bow and tremble, They come with steadfast Resolutions To assert the fatal Constitutions, Nor do they once Capitulate Or grumble to maintain the State All that they have to him they owe Mammon besides is his they know, There is no Sawcy well clad Clown That claims the use of what's his own, Nor can from Hellish mouth such sin come As to deny him his own Income.

There no Abhorror on their Knees, Pay Topham's Arbitrary Fees. Nor bawling Lawyers Speakers make Which only with the Vulgar take. But hark! I hear the Midnight Bell, And that rings my Departing Knel. What I have said pray con it or'e, Next time we meet Ile tell thee more.