THE poet's Knavery discovered, in all their lying PAMPHLETS:  
Wittily and very Ingeniously Composed, laying open the Names of every lying libel that was Printed last year, and the Authors who made them, being above three Hundred lies.  
Showing how impudently the Poets have not only presumed to make extreme and incredible lies, but dare also feign false Orders and Proceedings from the Parliament, with many fictitious Speeches.  
Well worth the Reading and knowing of every one, that they may learn how to distinguish betwixt the lies, and real Books.  
Written by J. B.  
LONDON, Printed for T. H.   

An Order from the House of Commons for the suppressing of Pamphlets.  
THe Parliament having maturely considered of the manifold lies, and ementitious Pamphlets, that have been published to the great ignominy and dishonour of the State, did appoint a select Committee for the restraint of all libels: And ordered, that all lying Pamphlets should be suppressed, and nothing Printed without Licence.  
The temporizing Poets have broached such impudent scurrility, and ementitious Pamphlets out of the inexhaust mintage of their roving fancies, that the whole City is embroidered with nothing but incredible lies; that jars so much in the wearied ears of the World, that the scarce-breathing mandrake could not digest the same. These Needy-braines to purchase some commodious veils from the foamy vapour of a scurrilous humour, did strive to set their unconcocted wits to the highest pin, that lying and nonsense were the two coincedant twins, that always distilled from the nasty dregs of their satirical quills. One of these poetical satyrs, though he was a Night-Walker, and in nocturnal darkness 
* A Poet.  once escaped the Counter, and another time Newgate yet he was the Arch-conduct of their harsh-tuned Chorus: another did Bray like an ass, and became his Secondary, and although he yielded the precedency to the former (for he 
* Another Poet.  was the most lying knave) yet he was not so nihilate a cipher, but that he challenged the second place in an arithmetical 
* Another Poet  order to himself: Another Harberd his frothy Muse in the rheumatic exhalations of muddy taplash, which made his fancy so extremely dull, that when he writ any thing, every What lack you Sir, or stationer's Apprentice could conceive it to be Harberts lie. Thus these three, like Triple-headed Cerberus, nursed their viperous muses in Acheron, and fomented them in Stygian gall, greedily biting the fame of every Delinquent, whom they will not permit only to suffer quietly Parliamentary Justice, but they also will nettle them afresh with their goose-quill censure. Since the Earl of Straffords death, there have been above three hundred lying Pamphlets printed to my credible enumeration. First, than the Lord lieutenants Speech 
* The names of the lying pamphlets  fabulously fathred upon him in the Tower; but protested against by such eminent Persons as accompanied him some time before his execution: his Vltimum Vale: his pitiful Elegies fathred upon himself: his amorous regreet to Cloriuda: his Ghost, & suppositions Dialogue betwixt him, and the Lord's Grace of Canterbury: Canterburys dream: Lambeth fair, where such rascally stuff is employed to the consumption of paper, as the perusal of it would make an Horse break his halter, as is vulgarly said: with his Recantation penned by an Amsterdamian pedant: & his Potion lately ministered by an Antimonian empiric: with his tools, composed by a company of fools: and his Last Will and Testament. To see the Metropolitan of a flourishing State thus opprobiously abused, is an insufferable thing, and ought not to be tolerated: yet if he be culpable, & peccant, the Law is sufficient to curb him, & he ought to suffer according to its censure: but to see his grave made before his eyes with lying libels: or to encounter with such extremes, as the blasting tongue of infamy, is an act of higher suffering, than the just censure of Law may permit. Then many other of the Clergy have been most ignominiously abused: as in the Articles against D. Beale, and D. Cosins, and M. Squire of Shoreditch, they were all Poetically feigned, and ementitious: wherein they were highly impeached, as if the Articles had been presented to the Parliament, when they were mere fictitious: the Dialogue betwixt D. Cousins, and a Fellow of his college: The copy of a Letter sent from the Lord Finch to him: news from Sir John Sucklin: four Letters sent from the Scottish Commissioners to the Parliament in England, Mr. Seakers Speech to the King at His royal arrival in Scotland: and His majesty's answer to the same, were all most shamefully feigned? Which did not only Derogate from his imperial sufficiency, but was also a high dishonour to his majesty. The Lord Balberino's Speech, The marquess of Hameltons', and general Lashley's Speech in the Scottish Parliament, with the Dukes of Lenox, were all fictitiou●; and fabulous: And diverse Pamphlets published concerning some treachery that was there found out, were all lies: Then Sir William Parkins, and Sir Nathaniel Coppingers Speeches, In this Parliament, with three other very false. A Gunpowder and a Wildfire Plot in Ireland were poetical, Ireland's Complaint, and Petition, were both false: Yea there are so many lies concerning Ireland Printed, that my Paper would be to little to describe them all, they amount to 37. more lies in Totall. Dolesull news from Edinburgh since his majesty's departure from thence: News from Newcastle, Durham, and Constantinople were all lies. A Dialogue betwixt the King of France, and Spain, with the French, and Spanish Fleet arrived at Ireland were both false. The Scottish volunteers victory, and a glorious overthrow of the rebels by the Scots, with Sir Kenelme Digby's Victory, were all fabulous. Fourteen Orders from the House of Commons were shameful lies, the Parliaments Care for the Tower were false. A terrible Plot against London, and Westminster, with the Twelve Bishops conspiracy in the Tower, were not true: The Papists Plot against the City, The Jesuits Plot against the Parliament, and their confession before they were carried to Tyburn, were ementitious. Suffolk, Norfolk, Huntingtonshire, S●me●set-shire, and the first of Hartfordshire Petition were all ●bsurd f 〈…〉: the first of the Apprentices of London, and womens' Petition were false. The cobbler's end, or his last Sermon and the Leathersellers, and Button-makers Sermons were all fictitious. The Parliaments Answer to Buckinghamshire Petition: news from Hell, Rome and the Inns of Court: The Papists Petition to the Pope: Lunsford's Letters found one at Temple B●rre, and another in St. Paul's Church, were both feigned. Yea if I should enumerare every particular lie, I should both trespass too far on (gentle Reader) your patience: and lose myself in the irremiable labyrinth of those inumerous fictions, neither could this Paper contain them all: but as I aforesaid, they amount in all to the number of above three hundred. Now I can accuse none, but these temporizing Pamphlet-mongers, who for a little mercenary gain, and profit, infused plenty of Gall, and wormwood into their lying, and satirical lines. What a base humour is this in you, poetical Needy-braines, who for a sordid gain, or desire to have the Style of a witty railer, will thus impoyson your pen, and puzzle your sterile pates inventing such senseless, stigmatick, ballad Balderdash: as our very Street-Cantors, who would warble pleasantly through the nose like an Amsterdam zealot, at the insurrection of the flesh against the Spirit, for a Pot of huffs Ale, and a huge Subsidy toast: shrug to hear it, and with an honest scorn hout at it? Oh what a lamentable thing it is to suffer the sentence of such penurious, penniless wits, who wholly resolve their ink to gall, for a little mercenary gain: or to purchase a pair of decayed Trouzes at the second hand, to cover their nakedness: whose lying Libels are woven up in brainsick fancies. Well! Poets draw submissively nearer: and with an humble attentive ear attend the delivery of my definite advice unto you: Be penitential, and give a serious recantation to the world for all your lying Pamphlets, and confess all your infamous abuses to the State: ye had better I say confess so, then at the Gall-house: this is my advice, which if you will embrace, I know it would give more satisfaction to the Spectacle of the World.  
FINIS.