Britanicus his blessing.

BRITANICUS HIS VVELCOME.

I Joy to think what Bone-fires shall be made, When thou shalt come, great Master of our trade. Hells brazen gates shall be set ope for thee, And churlish Cerberus shall refuse his fee. And vvhen thy soule shall enter into hell, It shall be welcom'd vvith a hideous yell. We vvill prepare such Musique for thine eare As that vvhich pleas'd Caligula to heare. He took delight to heare the parting grones Of tortur'd vvretches, and vvould praise their tones. And now the meanest soule imprisoned here, Will in his tortures great Caligula jeere: For we confesse it is our greatest pleasure To see our tallyes struck, and equall measure.

Our inner roomes shall be perfum'd for thee, With Auri calcus, Sulphur, Mercurie. And for the strength of it I dare presume Nor Spaine, nor Rome, hath any such perfume. Of Sodoms Apples we will Lambs-wool make, And drink carouses of the Stygian Lake. This must thy Garnish (sonne) thy welcome be, And all my Legions shall attend on thee. Nay more, to shew thou art a welcome guest, We will prepare for thee a royall Feast. Two fat Presbyters sides, collerd in Lawne, In Jesuites urin souc'd, shall be thy Brawne. With Aqua Regis we will grind thy mustard, And of Hienna's milk wee'll make thy custard, With th'egges of Aspes. O tis a curious dish! And for a Gusto doth exceed mans wish. Flapdragon we will drink instead of Wine, For to this Brawne we drink this Muscadine. This liquor is by cunning Chymists drawn From severall Mineralls to digest the Brawn. This with our very breaths to flames will turn, And like Flapdragon in our stomachs burn.

An Ollio we must have, a dish of State, (A Spanish dish) ne'r heard of till of late. The Nymphaes of six vvanton sisters vvombes, In their own liquor stew'd vvith Stygean plummes. Tvvelve Round-heads inchpinnes of the largest size, Minc'd vvith the marrovv of a Letchers thighs. Two dozen of pious preaching Sisters tongues, As many Woodcocks heads, two Foxes lungs. Who eats this Ollio, he shall quickly find A strange encrease of braine, and length of wind. Twelve Independents Gammons shall be set Upon the board, well smoak'd, and black as jet. (For the Westphalians learnt this art of me, I was the first ere us'd this Cookerie.) My costly Hogoost I remembred not, Which is a dish that must not be forgot. Six Anabaptists hearts with Garlick stuck: Two Jesuites braines, a sincere Brownists Pluck, Stew'd in a Traitours skull with sublimate: We vvith this Hogoost poyson many a State. We for our Fruit will of those Apples have Which Eve our Mother unto Adam gave.

Our Cheese must be rebellious too, and made Among those States where you have learnt your trade Then wee'll conclude our Feast; and drink a Health In Royall blood to our new Common-wealth. Thus you may see what honour shall be done To him the Devill styles his dearest sonne.

FINIS.