St. Hillaries teares shed upon all professions from the judge to the petty fogger from the spruce dames of exchange to the durty walking fishmongers : from the coven-garden lady of iniquity to the turne-bal-streete-trull and indeed from the tower-staires to Westminster ferry : for want of a stirring midsomer terme this yeare of disasters, 1642 / written by one of his secretaries that had nothing else to doe.
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             St. Hillaries teares shed upon all professions from the judge to the petty fogger from the spruce dames of exchange to the durty walking fishmongers : from the coven-garden lady of iniquity to the turne-bal-streete-trull and indeed from the tower-staires to Westminster ferry : for want of a stirring midsomer terme this yeare of disasters, 1642 / written by one of his secretaries that had nothing else to doe.
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           St.
           HILLARIES
           TEARES
           .
        
         
           Shed
           upon
           .
        
         
           ALL
           PROFESSIONS
           ,
           FROM
           THE
           JUDGE
           TO
           THE
           petty
           Fogger
           .
        
         
           From
           the
           spruce
           Dames
           of
           the
           Exchange
           ,
           to
           the
           durty
           walking
           Fishmongers
           .
        
         
           From
           the
           Coven-Garden
           Lady
           of
           iniquity
           ,
           to
           the
           Turnebal-streete-Trull
           ,
           And
           indeed
           from
           the
           Towerstaires
           to
           westminster
           Ferry
           ,
        
         
           For
           want
           of
           a
           stirring
           
             Midsomer
          
           Terme
           ,
           This
           yeare
           of
           Disasters
           ,
           1642.
           
        
         
           Written
           by
           one
           of
           his
           Secretaries
           that
           had
           nothing
           else
           to
           doe
           .
        
         
           
             LONDON
             ,
          
           Printed
           Anno.
           Domini
           1642.
           
        
      
    
     
       
       
       
         
           SAINT
           HILLARIES
           TEARES
           .
        
         
           WHat
           ?
           
             Middsomer
             ?
          
           How
           comes
           it
           then
           the
           Sunne
           ,
           and
           Moone
           ,
           of
           Gold
           and
           Silver
           ,
           which
           had
           wont
           to
           disperse
           their
           radiant
           luster
           with
           greater
           brightnesse
           ,
           and
           consolation
           then
           those
           that
           shine
           i'
           th
           Zodiacke
           ,
           have
           now
           withdrawne
           their
           splendor
           ,
           and
           left
           us
           in
           this
           Cimmerian
           night
           of
           small
           takings
           ?
           A
           Terme
           so
           like
           a
           vacation
           ?
           you
           would
           take
           them
           to
           be
           the
           
             Gemini
             ,
          
           which
           constellation
           never
           appeares
           but
           out
           of
           darknesse
           ,
           There
           is
           no
           plague
           to
           fright
           away
           the
           Termers
           ,
           unlesse
           it
           be
           that
           plague
           of
           plagues
           ,
           want
           of
           trading
           ,
           which
           their
           money
           would
           easily
           cure
           .
        
         
           At
           
             Westminster
             Hall
          
           wherein
           pristine
           ages
           you
           might
           without
           offence
           shoulder
           a
           Lord
           to
           get
           through
           the
           presse
           ,
           now
           you
           may
           walke
           in
           the
           same
           posture
           a
           Justice
           of
           peace
           doth
           in
           his
           owne
           great
           Hall
           at
           the
           examination
           of
           a
           Delinquent
           ,
           play
           with
           your
           bandstrings
           ,
           and
           twist
           your
           beard
           with
           the
           same
           gravity
           ,
           and
           not
           an
           elbow-rub
           to
           disturbe
           you
           ,
           The
           Benchers
           better
           halfe-empty
           ,
           and
           those
           few
           Judges
           left
           have
           time
           enough
           to
           get
           a
           nap
           ,
           and
           no
           noise
           to
           awake
           them
           ,
           The
           barrs
           that
           had
           wont
           to
           swell
           with
           a
           fivefould
           row
           of
           listed
           gownes
           ,
           where
           the
           favorites
           in
           the
           front
           imbursd
           more
           Fees
           then
           would
           supply
           an
           Army
           ,
           and
           the
           rest
           (
           by
           Lady
           )
           had
           good
           doings
           ,
           a
           motion
           or
           a
           short
           cause
           to
           open
           ,
           are
           now
           so
           empty
           that
           boyes
           may
           peepe
           over
           them
           ,
           The
           surly
           Tipstaves
           and
           messengers
           whom
           your
           best
           Oratory
           ,
           and
           money
           to
           boote
           ,
           would
           hardly
           perswade
           to
           admit
           you
           within
           the
           bench-roome
           ,
           stands
           looking
           over
           the
           dore
           as
           it
           were
           through
           a
           Pillory
           ,
           to
           aske
           you
           Sir
           shall
           I
           open
           ?
           and
           for
           the
           teaster
           you
           give
           him
           ,
           kisses
           his
           hand
           and
           scrapes
           you
           all
           leg
           ,
           as
           fawningly
           ,
           as
           a
           hungry
           Spanill
           takes
           a
           bone
           from
           his
           master
           ,
           The
           Lawyers
           in
           stead
           of
           perusing
           the
           breviates
           ,
           and
           reducing
           
           the
           matter
           in
           question
           to
           Cases
           ,
           now
           buying
           up
           all
           the
           pamphlets
           ,
           and
           dispersing
           themselves
           into
           corners
           to
           reade
           them
           ,
           thereby
           to
           keepe
           their
           tongues
           in
           use
           ,
           lest
           the
           faculties
           of
           brawling
           should
           be
           dried
           up
           with
           unwilling
           silence
           .
        
         
           The
           prime
           Court
           the
           
             Chancery
             ,
          
           (
           wherein
           the
           Clerks
           had
           wont
           to
           dash
           their
           clients
           out
           of
           countenance
           with
           long
           dashes
           ,
           The
           examiners
           to
           take
           the
           depositions
           in
           Hyperboles
           ,
           and
           round
           about
           Robin-hood
           circumstances
           ,
           with
           saids
           and
           aforesaids
           to
           enlarge
           the
           number
           of
           ●●eets
           ,
           The
           Registers
           to
           whom
           you
           used
           to
           come
           ,
           in
           the
           same
           equipage
           as
           if
           you
           had
           a
           suit
           to
           the
           councell
           board
           ,
           and
           had
           this
           ready
           answeare
           ,
           well
           you
           must
           waite
           till
           the
           latter
           end
           o'
           th
           terme
           .
           )
           now
           as
           silent
           as
           a
           
             Puritan
          
           conventicle
           when
           the
           lights
           are
           out
           ,
           no
           waiting
           ,
           no
           Hyperboles
           ,
           no
           Dashes
           ,
           nor
           any
           imployment
           ,
           towards
           maintenance
           of
           Taffata
           ,
           Sack
           ,
           Wenches
           ,
           and
           other
           the
           usuall
           prodigalities
           ,
           and
           luxuries
           ,
           whereunto
           the
           Gentlemen
           that
           practise
           there
           are
           addicted
           .
           That
           Court
           that
           hath
           beene
           knowne
           to
           decree
           pro
           ,
           review
           ,
           and
           decree
           Con
           ,
           hath
           the
           Bar
           now
           empty
           of
           Pro's
           ,
           and
           Con's
           ,
           no
           wrangling
           ,
           no
           noyse
           but
           the
           lamentation
           of
           my
           Lords
           escape
           .
        
         
           The
           Court
           of
           
             Requests
          
           to
           whom
           so
           many
           thousands
           of
           loyall
           ,
           faithfull
           ,
           and
           obedient
           Subjects
           have
           come
           humbly
           complayning
           ,
           and
           shewing
           ,
           can
           shew
           you
           at
           this
           present
           no
           subject
           but
           his
           owne
           humble
           complaint
           ,
           you
           that
           knew
           it
           when
           the
           necessity
           of
           over
           great
           imployment
           ,
           caused
           it
           to
           double
           the
           number
           of
           its
           Clarkes
           ,
           and
           they
           to
           treble
           theirs
           ,
           when
           it
           was
           solicited
           by
           petitions
           as
           numberlesse
           as
           Hops
           ,
           or
           Ants
           ,
           which
           all
           her
           Welsh
           kindred
           had
           brought
           two
           hundred
           and
           twelve
           and
           and
           twenty
           miles
           ,
           to
           get
           admitted
           in
           
             Forma
             pauperis
             ,
          
           and
           thereby
           enabled
           to
           doe
           more
           mischiefe
           then
           the
           best
           purs't
           Clyents
           in
           
             England
             ,
          
           would
           wonder
           how
           it
           should
           tumble
           from
           such
           a
           throng
           ,
           to
           such
           a
           vacation
           of
           imployment
           .
           That
           that
           Court
           that
           hath
           made
           two
           hundred
           Orders
           in
           one
           cause
           ,
           should
           be
           in
           danger
           not
           to
           have
           one
           cause
           to
           Order
           ,
           It
           is
           me thinks
           a
           lamentable
           change
           .
        
         
           The
           Ministers
           of
           the
           Court
           of
           Wards
           ,
           doe
           all
           weare
           mourning
           liveries
           in
           their
           faces
           ,
           as
           if
           Fate
           had
           granted
           out
           writs
           in
           the
           nature
           of
           a
           
             Diem
             clausit
             extremum
             ,
          
           after
           the
           death
           of
           
             Fe●●da
             multa
             ,
          
           to
           find
           their
           Offices
           for
           
             Vacua
             plurima
             ,
          
           And
           of
           all
           Courts
           else
           the
           
             Chequers
          
           must
           needs
           come
           within
           the
           limitation
           of
           this
           calamity
           ,
           because
           they
           stand
           so
           much
           for
           the
           King
           ,
           and
           in
           that
           predicament
           is
           the
           Kings
           
             Bench
             ,
          
           marry
           if
           any
           thrive
           it
           must
           needs
           be
           the
           
             Common
             Pleas
             ,
          
           for
           as
           the
           times
           goe
           nothing
           stands
           stiffe
           ,
           but
           what
           pertaines
           to
           the
           Commons
           ,
           and
           yet
           they
           meete
           with
           revolts
           too
           as
           well
           as
           the
           rest
           .
        
         
         
           On
           both
           sides
           of
           the
           Hall
           they
           complaine
           ,
           At
           Heaven
           they
           say
           that
           's
           not
           a
           Lawier
           nor
           Clerke
           comes
           neere
           them
           :
           And
           at
           hell
           where
           they
           had
           wont
           to
           flock
           like
           Swallowes
           to
           a
           Reede
           bush
           ,
           they
           come
           but
           dropping
           in
           now
           and
           then
           one
           ,
           as
           apportunity
           of
           businesse
           makes
           them
           able
           ,
           the
           Coaches
           which
           had
           wont
           to
           rumble
           up
           and
           downe
           as
           they
           would
           chalenge
           Heaven
           to
           thunder
           for
           a
           wager
           ,
           and
           did
           use
           to
           lie
           in
           the
           Pallace
           yard
           ,
           and
           before
           the
           Innes
           of
           Court
           gates
           ,
           like
           so
           many
           Busses
           ,
           or
           fleetes
           of
           fisherboats
           in
           harbour
           ,
           pearing
           over
           the
           haven
           keyes
           ,
           now
           seeme
           like
           westerne
           Barges
           on
           the
           
             Thames
          
           at
           a
           high
           tide
           ,
           here
           and
           there
           one
           .
        
         
           And
           you
           are
           no
           sooner
           out
           of
           the
           Hall-yard
           but
           entring
           into
           Kings
           streete
           ,
           you
           finde
           the
           Cookes
           leaning
           against
           the
           Dore-postes
           ,
           ruminating
           upon
           those
           Halcion
           Termes
           ,
           when
           whole
           herds
           of
           Clerks
           ,
           Solicitors
           and
           their
           Clyents
           ,
           had
           wont
           to
           come
           with
           their
           sharpe-set
           noses
           ,
           and
           stomacke
           ,
           from
           the
           Hall
           ,
           and
           devoure
           the
           Puddings
           ,
           and
           minc't
           Pyes
           by
           dozins
           ,
           as
           swiftly
           as
           a
           kennell
           of
           Hounds
           would
           worry
           up
           a
           dead
           Horse
           ,
           And
           now
           the
           Courts
           are
           risen
           before
           they
           are
           hungry
           ,
           The
           Tavernes
           ,
           where
           an
           Iron
           Mill
           would
           hardly
           have
           drown'd
           the
           noise
           of
           the
           yawling
           boyes
           ,
           the
           Bar-bell
           ,
           the
           fidling
           ,
           and
           roreing
           above
           staires
           ,
           now
           so
           silent
           you
           may
           rock
           a
           child
           asleepe
           :
           The
           spruce
           Mistris
           that
           had
           wont
           to
           sit
           in
           the
           Bar
           ,
           domineering
           over
           the
           Drawers
           ,
           and
           not
           to
           be
           spoken
           withall
           if
           you
           would
           kisse
           her
           arse
           to
           speake
           with
           her
           ,
           now
           so
           familiar
           ,
           bids
           you
           so
           heartily
           welcome
           ,
           and
           will
           come
           and
           joyne
           her
           halfe
           pint
           with
           yee
           ,
           and
           let
           you
           salute
           her
           ,
           and
           thanke
           you
           ,
           And
           thinke
           it
           very
           well
           if
           all
           that
           courtesie
           will
           invite
           you
           to
           mount
           the
           reckoning
           to
           a
           pottle
           ,
           The
           Ale-houses
           and
           Tobacko-shops
           are
           growne
           sweete
           for
           want
           of
           takings
           ,
           you
           may
           walke
           by
           them
           without
           danger
           of
           being
           choack't
           .
        
         
           All
           along
           the
           strand
           ,
           (
           lodgings
           being
           empty
           )
           you
           shall
           finds
           the
           house-keepers
           generally
           projecting
           where
           to
           borrow
           ,
           and
           what
           to
           pawne
           ,
           towards
           payment
           of
           their
           quarters
           rents
           ,
           thereby
           to
           preserve
           their
           Leases
           from
           forfeiture
           ,
           and
           themselves
           ,
           from
           the
           tyranny
           of
           their
           sterne
           Landlords
           ,
           who
           are
           very
           infidells
           in
           trusting
           ,
           and
           will
           not
           forbeare
           a
           minute
           ;
           Nay
           the
           mischiefe
           on
           't
           is
           ,
           there
           are
           no
           Courtiers
           nor
           bad
           paymaisters
           to
           curse
           ,
           and
           raile
           at
           for
           want
           of
           money
           ,
           and
           that
           's
           the
           heaviest
           torment
           of
           all
           .
        
         
           If
           you
           step
           aside
           into
           
             Coven-Garden
             ,
          
           long
           
             Acre
             ,
          
           and
           
             Drury
             Lune
             ,
          
           where
           those
           Doves
           of
           
             Venus
             ,
          
           those
           Birds
           of
           youth
           ,
           and
           beauty
           ,
           (
           the
           wanton
           Ladies
           )
           doe
           build
           their
           nests
           ,
           you
           shall
           finde
           them
           in
           such
           a
           dump
           of
           amazement
           ,
           to
           see
           the
           hopes
           of
           their
           trading
           frustrate
           ,
           their
           
           beauties
           decaied
           for
           want
           of
           meanes
           to
           procure
           
             Pomatum
             ,
          
           and
           
             F●●ous
             ,
          
           Their
           eyes
           which
           like
           glistering
           comets
           had
           wont
           to
           dazle
           their
           Idolaters
           ,
           now
           shadowed
           with
           clowds
           of
           griefe
           ,
           their
           golden
           tresses
           which
           had
           wont
           to
           flag
           about
           their
           shoulders
           ,
           like
           so
           many
           ensignes
           in
           
             Cupides
          
           Regiment
           ,
           and
           every
           haire
           thereof
           had
           a
           servant
           or
           visitant
           ,
           which
           did
           superstitiously
           dote
           on
           it
           ,
           now
           for
           want
           of
           curling
           ,
           and
           ordering
           growne
           to
           the
           fashion
           of
           an
           Irish
           rugge
           ,
           And
           what
           a
           misery
           it
           is
           to
           see
           the
           Velvets
           ,
           Sattins
           ,
           and
           Taffaties
           ,
           nay
           the
           curious
           smockes
           ,
           sent
           to
           the
           brokers
           ,
           and
           the
           whole
           wardrope
           that
           was
           purchast
           with
           so
           large
           a
           proportion
           of
           free
           favours
           ,
           and
           communities
           ,
           now
           reduc't
           to
           one
           pore
           tufted
           holland
           suit
           ?
           It
           is
           not
           pitty
           to
           see
           them
           (
           pore
           soules
           )
           who
           had
           wont
           to
           shine
           like
           so
           many
           constellations
           in
           the
           Firmament
           of
           the
           suburbs
           ,
           and
           be
           hurried
           in
           Coaches
           to
           the
           Tavernes
           ,
           and
           Sparagus
           Gardens
           ,
           where
           ten
           or
           twenty
           pounds
           suppers
           were
           but
           trifles
           with
           them
           ,
           should
           now
           goe
           to
           the
           Chandlers
           ,
           and
           herbe-wives
           in
           slip-shooes
           ,
           for
           Cheese
           and
           Onions
           to
           dinner
           ?
           Well
           content
           your selves
           ,
           (
           you
           attractive
           Load-stones
           ,
           of
           delicious
           and
           smooth
           damnation
           )
           And
           doubtlesse
           the
           Arch-angell
           my
           successor
           ,
           will
           bring
           your
           angells
           to
           redeeme
           all
           ,
           And
           your
           Champions
           and
           Cavaliers
           ,
           will
           returne
           with
           their
           pockets
           doubly
           furnisht
           ,
           for
           you
           are
           as
           sure
           of
           them
           as
           they
           are
           of
           your
           diseases
           ,
           They
           are
           now
           but
           only
           purchasing
           ,
           and
           laying
           up
           for
           you
           against
           their
           comming
           home
           .
           This
           dearth
           of
           traffique
           ,
           is
           but
           a
           preparation
           to
           a
           large
           mart
           to
           follow
           ,
           and
           this
           devowring
           winter
           of
           penury
           ,
           doth
           but
           presage
           a
           lively
           spring
           in
           the
           hot
           blouds
           of
           the
           young
           Gallantry
           ,
           which
           when
           it
           comes
           ,
           you
           shall
           againe
           enjoy
           those
           blessings
           of
           Wine
           ,
           musique
           ,
           good
           clothes
           ,
           money
           ,
           and
           dainty
           fare
           ,
           be
           enabled
           to
           pay
           your
           rayling
           Land-ladies
           ,
           and
           defie
           the
           beadle
           with
           as
           much
           impudence
           ,
           as
           ever
           you
           did
           .
        
         
           Well
           from
           you
           ,
           I
           must
           follow
           the
           steps
           of
           many
           an
           old
           Letcherous
           Citizen
           ,
           and
           walke
           into
           
             London
             ,
          
           where
           at
           the
           
             Exchange
             ,
          
           the
           onely
           question
           that
           is
           ask't
           is
           what
           news
           ?
           not
           from
           
             Aleppo
             ,
             Constantinople
          
           the
           
             Straits
             ,
          
           or
           
             Indies
             ,
          
           but
           from
           
             Yorke
             ,
             Ireland
             ,
          
           and
           the
           
             Parliament
             ,
          
           the
           answer
           is
           ,
           why
           the
           King
           is
           still
           obstinate
           ,
           wee
           shall
           have
           all
           our
           throats
           cut
           ,
           those
           Expicurean
           throats
           of
           ours
           are
           doom'd
           to
           be
           cut
           ,
           for
           swallowing
           so
           many
           luxurious
           ca●es
           ,
           we
           had
           neede
           to
           prick
           up
           our
           eares
           ,
           and
           elevate
           our
           broad
           overgrown
           hornes
           for
           the
           safty
           of
           our selves
           estates
           and
           children
           ,
           marry
           as
           for
           our
           Wives
           ,
           they
           know
           well
           enough
           already
           ,
           the
           danger
           of
           Courtiers
           ,
           and
           Cavaliers
           ,
           and
           therefore
           dare
           meete
           the
           roughest
           Gamester
           of
           them
           all
           in
           any
           posture
           whatsoever
           .
        
         
         
           From
           hence
           I
           travell
           to
           
             Guild-Hall
             ,
          
           where
           I
           finde
           the
           Lawyers
           complaining
           of
           infinite
           numbers
           of
           Banckerouts
           ,
           men
           so
           far
           decayed
           in
           estate
           ,
           that
           they
           will
           compound
           to
           pay
           more
           then
           halfe
           ,
           confesse
           judgments
           ,
           render
           their
           bodies
           to
           prison
           ,
           prostitute
           their
           wives
           ,
           or
           any
           thing
           rather
           then
           stand
           out
           the
           prosecution
           of
           a
           suit
           at
           Law
           .
        
         
           Then
           at
           the
           Halls
           of
           every
           severall
           Company
           ,
           where
           in
           former
           ages
           ,
           all
           the
           Elements
           would
           scarce
           afford
           variety
           ,
           to
           please
           the
           ingenuous
           gluttony
           of
           one
           single
           feast
           ,
           now
           you
           shall
           heare
           the
           meaner
           sort
           of
           Tradesmen
           ,
           cursing
           those
           devowring
           Foxes
           ,
           the
           Masters
           ,
           and
           Wardens
           for
           the
           infinite
           charge
           their
           insatiate
           stomackes
           do
           put
           them
           to
           ;
           from
           hence
           goe
           to
           their
           particular
           shops
           ,
           where
           there
           is
           nothing
           amongst
           the
           Tradesmen
           ,
           but
           condoling
           the
           want
           of
           the
           Courtiers
           mony
           ,
           and
           their
           wives
           and
           daughters
           almost
           distracted
           for
           want
           of
           their
           company
           ,
           There
           are
           no
           upstart
           Gallants
           ,
           to
           draw
           into
           their
           bookes
           ,
           no
           yong●
           heires
           to
           exchange
           shopware
           for
           Lordships
           withall
           ,
           nor
           any
           trading
           ●ut
           one
           with
           another
           ,
           in
           which
           they
           are
           so
           familiarly
           acquainted
           with
           each
           others
           knaveries
           ,
           that
           alas
           ,
           their
           gaines
           are
           as
           good
           as
           nothing
           :
           And
           amongst
           them
           all
           that
           quintessence
           of
           unquestionable
           simplicity
           ,
           the
           very
           spirit
           of
           villany
           ,
           extracted
           out
           of
           all
           compounded
           villanies
           ,
           That
           Masterpeece
           or
           Idea
           of
           dissimulation
           ,
           which
           nature
           made
           her
           example
           to
           portraicture
           a
           Rogue
           by
           ,
           the
           Round-head
           ,
           who
           had
           wont
           to
           eate
           and
           pray
           ,
           for
           the
           propagation
           of
           the
           Brethren
           and
           sisters
           ,
           of
           the
           sedicious
           faction
           ,
           now
           is
           invoking
           of
           curses
           ,
           upon
           the
           malignant
           party
           ,
           (
           the
           
             Achitophells
          
           as
           hee
           calls
           them
           of
           the
           Kings
           Counsell
           )
           hee
           sneakes
           into
           the
           corners
           of
           the
           City
           ,
           and
           after
           a
           licking
           of
           his
           lipps
           ,
           a
           spitting
           ,
           and
           a
           casting
           up
           his
           ugly
           eyes
           towards
           the
           place
           hee
           is
           not
           worthy
           to
           looke
           at
           ,
           hee
           whispers
           a
           tale
           through
           his
           rotten
           Nose
           ,
           of
           a
           great
           danger
           that
           is
           falling
           upon
           the
           Kingdome
           ,
           And
           strange
           discoveries
           of
           imminent
           mischiefes
           ,
           which
           had
           happened
           if
           by
           some
           providence
           towards
           the
           Brethren
           of
           the
           selected
           sedition
           ,
           and
           for
           their
           sakes
           onely
           it
           had
           not
           beene
           prevented
           ,
           And
           then
           at
           length
           he
           tells
           you
           ,
           that
           if
           the
           Prince
           were
           but
           at
           Saint
           
             Jameses
             ,
          
           there
           would
           be
           something
           done
           that
           Saint
           
             Hillary
          
           dares
           not
           repeate
           after
           him
           :
           This
           thin-jaw'd
           ,
           illooking
           ,
           hungry
           rascall
           ,
           this
           betle-brow'd
           ,
           hollow-ey'd
           ,
           longnos'd
           ,
           wide-mouth'd
           cur
           :
           This
           carrion
           that
           stincks
           worse
           then
           the
           corrupted
           River
           of
           
             Egypt
             ,
          
           This
           Cockatrise
           that
           hath
           hatch't
           more
           Serpentine
           distempers
           ,
           then
           all
           the
           grave
           wisdome
           of
           a
           pregnant
           Kingdome
           can
           pacifie
           ,
           hath
           beene
           the
           sole
           cause
           of
           poore
           S.
           
             Hillaries
             Teares
             ;
          
           Who
           would
           thinke
           that
           this
           Ideot
           ,
           this
           Fathomlesse-bellyed
           ,
           Thingutted
           Snake
           should
           begin
           to
           hisse
           ,
           and
           shew
           his
           sting
           ,
           
           before
           the
           glorious
           splendor
           of
           those
           excellent
           worthies
           of
           our
           hope
           full
           
             Parliament
             ,
          
           could
           have
           leasure
           to
           disperse
           it selfe
           upon
           this
           ●●ved
           Kingdome
           ,
           that
           this
           Owle
           ,
           this
           Buzzard
           ,
           should
           be
           the
           instrument
           to
           bring
           clouds
           upon
           all
           their
           proceedings
           ,
           and
           yet
           without
           doubt
           will
           be
           the
           first
           that
           will
           oppose
           ,
           and
           curse
           them
           ,
           when
           they
           shall
           please
           to
           declare
           that
           in
           the
           title
           of
           
             Puritane
             ,
          
           they
           never
           entended
           ,
           blewapron
           Preachers
           ,
           
             Brownist
             ,
          
           or
           
             Anabaptist
             :
          
           And
           yet
           this
           secure
           confident
           ,
           impudent
           ,
           malignant
           ,
           twenty
           times
           dam'd
           Heretique
           dares
           attribute
           all
           their
           favour
           to
           himselfe
           ,
           well
           may
           Saint
           
             Hillaries
          
           curse
           pursue
           him
           :
           Nay
           the
           unquenchable
           zeale
           of
           his
           next
           Prayer
           ,
           prolong
           the
           nonsence
           and
           foolery
           thereof
           to
           so
           large
           a
           measure
           of
           time
           ,
           that
           all
           the
           Roast-meate
           be
           burn't
           off
           the
           spit
           ,
           before
           hee
           have
           done
           ,
           the
           White-broth
           boyled
           dry
           ,
           and
           the
           stew'd
           and
           back't
           meate
           scorch't
           to
           cinders
           (
           which
           in
           his
           opinion
           is
           one
           of
           the
           greatest
           earthly
           curses
           that
           can
           befall
           him
           )
           May
           his
           wife
           be
           catch't
           in
           the
           spirituall
           act
           of
           her
           next
           carnall
           copulation
           ,
           that
           all
           the
           World
           may
           discover
           what
           yet
           they
           carry
           so
           closely
           ,
           may
           the
           fervency
           of
           his
           hot
           zeale
           to
           the
           younger
           sisters
           burne
           his
           reines
           ,
           and
           kindneyes
           to
           ashes
           ,
           and
           in
           stead
           of
           an
           Hospitall
           let
           him
           be
           cast
           into
           the
           Sawpit
           hee
           so
           often
           defiled
           under
           pretence
           of
           edification
           ,
           Let
           him
           be
           burried
           amongst
           the
           Dunghills
           ,
           as
           not
           worthy
           to
           come
           neere
           the
           Church
           he
           so
           abused
           ,
           where
           none
           may
           finde
           his
           grave
           but
           Dogs
           to
           pisse
           against
           it
           ,
           may
           the
           ashes
           of
           his
           loath'd
           carcase
           be
           collected
           from
           the
           pestiferous
           urne
           ,
           by
           Murderers
           and
           Mountebancks
           ,
           to
           mix
           with
           their
           killing
           potions
           ,
           And
           may
           no
           poysons
           ever
           hereafter
           be
           operative
           ,
           but
           what
           is
           compounded
           with
           that
           infernall
           dust
           that
           as
           he
           liv'd
           to
           the
           confusion
           of
           all
           goodnesse
           ,
           and
           vertue
           ,
           so
           hee
           may
           after
           death
           be
           knowne
           or
           mentioned
           by
           no
           other
           notion
           ,
           then
           some
           fateboading
           character
           ,
           that
           brings
           with
           it
           the
           dreadfull
           summons
           of
           a
           woefull
           horrour
           to
           ensue
           ,
           till
           which
           end
           be
           fallen
           upon
           him
           we
           shall
           never
           see
           day
           of
           good
           trading
           againe
           ,
           but
           when
           it
           is
           accomplish't
           S.
           
             Hillary
          
           will
           make
           a
           Holiday
           ,
           and
           in
           stead
           of
           his
           Teares
           will
           send
           you
           himnes
           and
           madrigalls
           for
           joy
           of
           the
           Roundheads
           confusion
           ,
           and
           your
           more
           sull
           imployment
           .
        
         
           FINIS
           .