THE BLAZING-STAR, North  
West  
South  
East    
By colonel BAKER.  

Wherein is set down, the Acts of all those  
In Pluto's Black Court, that guarded Nolls Nose,  
As Harrison, Hewson, and Cook that cursed pig,  
With Cobbet, Vain, Scot and Nurse Haslerig.  
And next those Black Chaplains that preached up Nolls Nose,  
Goodwin, Milton, and Peter's i'th' close.  
Hell's counsels agreed, and now do dispose  
Of Nedham to write for Lucifer's Nose,  
He being a Vagrant that always did live ill,  
Is thought a fit Member to write for the Devil.   
LONDON, Printed for Theodorus Microcosmus, 1660.   

NOLLS NOSE Revived  

Reader,  

GIve ear a while, and here with patience view  
This old Cathedral Nose, which now's turned new,  
By searching, digging, delving of the ground  
Though's Body's lost his Nose is newly found.  
'Tis from his Grave again new come to light  
Extinguished there, but now it burns so bright  
That every eye may glistering see afar,  
In all appearance like a Blazing-Star;  
By th' light of which Nose in the darkest Times  
(Except you're stark-blind) you may read these rhymes,   

LEwd Oliver, show but thy Nose,  
Thou needst not fear ten thousand foes,  
Brave Cavaliers true Loyal friends,  
Thy Nose hath brought them to their ends:  
The Yorkish and Lancastrian Rose,  
Are both usurped by thy vile Nose.  
Thy Coper Nose and brazen Face,  
Were fit conjoined with Joans fat A—  
I have no mind to come too ●igh,  
For fire and smoke from thence doth fly,  
And such a stink of Sulphur's there  
Sure Aetna or Vesuvio's near.  
Thou hadst been blind, but borest a Charm  
Thy Nose should do thy eyes no harm;  
Troop not too near but be afeard  
The sight of this will fire thy beard,  
Joan hath a Hole and they call it Hell  
More fit for thy Nose than Whitehall to dwell.  
Old Murreys' Nose once laid an Egg,  
Of that thy ramping Nose was b●ed  
His Nose did many Trumpet mar  
His Nose it did sound blood and war,  
The Crocodale so full of guile,  
Of such a thing was hatched ere while.  
Thou needst no Standard but thy Nose,  
For every one that Standard knows;  
More terrible it is i'th' field,  
Than Arthurs or Rogero's shield:  
Thy Nose doth still for mischief wag,  
'tis like to Tamerlane's black Flagg;  
Fatal to us, and to the Scot,  
Tredah the same black Omen got:  
Thank Jove it is amongst the 
* Alluding to his being in Ireland at that time when this was made.  Bogs,  
ere long it will exalt those Fogs,  
And make them all firm land appear,  
oh happy we that thou cam'st there!  
So many Murders haste done here,  
two hundred thousand pounds a year;  
Then thou shalt have to keep thy Court,  
for making of the Devil sport.  
If thy Nose had been there, it would not have run  
at Hyspaniola away soon:  
Then threescore Bul-killers could not have bragged  
they'd killed fifteen hundred, except they'd been hagd:  
Ill hap had we that thy Nose was not there,  
to have put the foul rogues in a vile panic fear.  
When Coachman thou wast, to knave Thurlo thy Knight,  
thy Nose in the Coach-box the Horses did fright;  
Thou thrusts thy Nose into every one's britch,  
made me to scratch where it did not itch;  
From thy vile Nose I was forced to fly,  
Like Grantham-Steeple it stands awry;  
'Gainst any one's nose that grows upright,  
thy Bilb●w Nose is ready to fight;  
When thou ride in the Sun, thou needst have a Case,  
thy Nose was made of a burning-glass:  
Thy Nose some fiery Comet shows,  
like nebuchainezars' Furnace glows;  
And th' Ork thy Nose devours more meat,  
Than Bel and Dragon e'er did eat:  
Thou wip'st it like Justinian Nose,  
and blood and murder still it blows:  
Some Incubus thy Nose begot,  
a snout like a Phinocerot:  
An Elophants Trunk it is as strong,  
'tis full as big, and full as long.  
Thy Nose it is a slashing Nose,  
Where e'er it comes it still gives blows,  
More Noses it hath made to bleed,  
Then did th'old Rams and Tom fool's Head,  
This Nose, hath more flat Noses made  
Then Ladies of Pleasure with their Trade,  
And this Nose now's in Fashion most,  
We all do feel it to our Cost:  
The Scarlet Nose is wondrous high,  
The Purple Nose comes somewhat high:  
The Levelling Nose doth lower lie,  
But the snaffling Nose is quite put by:  
That Nose was like a mountain Ridge,  
That Nose is now but made a bridge:  
The Roman Nose but weak to this,  
And the ●oating Nose as faint I wis:  
And all the Noses in the Song,  
Must give way to the Nose most Strong:  
The Alcheroman Nose is huge great,  
The Italian Nose is jealous yet:  
The Swisses Nose is blunt and rough,  
And the Spanish Nose is proud and snuff:  
The French Nose is a tottie Nose,  
The Scotch Nose false for their Kirk late Roase:  
The presbyters Nose is sharp and tart,  
And the Jesuits Nose is quick and smart:  
The Dutch Nose doth the Bottle bear,  
And a running Nose the Irish wear:  
The Polish Nose is brave and bold,  
And the Russes Nose is oft acold:  
The German Nose is big and strong,  
And the Swedish Nose is strange and long:  
And all the Noses in the song,  
Must give way to the Nose most Strong;  
Thy Nose doth shine like Rubies red,  
And richer than Saint Denis Head,  
'Tis the Carbuncle that was left,  
At Median to light Mahomet:  
Thy Nose as great an Impostor was,  
As many mischiefs brought to pass;  
Thy Nose doth like Belphegors show,  
To Plutoe's Court ere long 't shall go;  
And Corherus 'twill make to run,  
As Aercules before had done,  
And all black Guards 't will drive away,  
If thou dost but thy Nose display:  
If Orpheus but this had wist,  
His Eurydice he had not missed;  
He had not gone for's wife till now,  
And thy brave Nose had brought them through:  
The furies it would force to sly,  
No Nemesis that dares come nigh,  
Until thou'rt called t'account for all,  
Thy blood for Vengeance loud doth call.  
Now we'll petition the Rump for thee,  
That thou their Champion there shalt be;  
They need not ride the Ass so poor,  
In Hell they shall have treasure store;  
Though Church and Royal Lands cannot  
(Excise, and by Delinquents got,  
Both Indies, France, and Spain beside,)  
Suffice their Lucre, Lust, and Pride:  
Yet Mammon hath a mighty mess  
Of wealth, will serve Saints more and less;  
There's gold enough if they can win it,  
Can, or cannot, the Devil's in it:  
But stay, and win all Scotland first,  
The Kirk Hobgoblins do their worst:  
Then down old Noll, and leave us here,  
And conquer those vast Regions there;  
So thou shalt he a King i'th' close,  
The Royal blood sticks on thy Nose;  
And thou shalt reign in Pluto's Hall,  
Thy Name shall be NOSE-GENERAL;  
And after ages shall thee call,  
The devil's great NOSE-GENERAL.  
The land of Darkness this we may call,  
When the devil's Nose did govern all.    

A POSTSCRIPT, On the second part of Nol's Nose, newly revived.  
Nol's Nose, the Cobblin that made us afraid,  
Those that conjured him up, would fain have him laid:  
To cou●in the Devil, he thought of a slight,  
When he come for him and his Nose one night:  
Noll gave him his Bond in a mighty great wind, 
* Dennis Bond a very Rogue, and Nols great Favourite, was used to call him his bond.. He died the windy day before Noll.   
He took one up before, and the other behind:  
Saint Denis is gone, and we lost the great Nose,  
Good land-ma●ks for rebel & traitors are those:  
And since in Whitehall great groans has been heard,  
(Till His Ma●esty came) it made them afeard.  
Noll wants his old Chaplains were sit for his Nose,  
Goodwin▪ and Milton, and Peter's i'th' close;  
And Stirry that saw him so high intercede,  
At Heavens right hand for all Sa●nts in their need.  
His Messenger Pain, and solicitor Cook,  
For Huson, and Hulet ere long he doth look;  
Hasilrigge, Cobbet, and Harrison too,  
In great Pluto's Court they'll make much ado:  
lily shall be chief ginger chose,  
And Politicus write for Lucifer's Nose;  
With his bos in lingua, young Tarquin to bring,  
And Hacker that was so harsh to the King:  
Two brave Royal Kings most grossly abused  
By Hocus, and Pocus, ought not be excused:  
For the rest of the Rogues, by Hook or by Crook,  
All traitors and Rebels, the Devil doth look;  
King-killers, King-catchers, and all wicked Rabble.  
The Parliament cleanse, that ugly foul Stable:  
So Heaven protect, bless, prosper the King,  
To him and his house, rich treasure still bring.  
The Kirk may no more set's together by th' ears,  
In peace live without all jealousies and fears,  
Pretence of religion, make no one to rise,  
To set up such fellows, the land's grown more wise;  
We have paid for't (I think) or else we're mistaken,  
And many a brave man hath here got his bane;  
When he rises again, his Nose will be red,  
And many years after heel walk when he's dead:  
Nol's Ambition is laid but yet his vile Nose  
Walks up and down still, in Verse, and in Prose.  
You great Ones, have care how your Noses do rise,  
'Gainst your Kings any more, No I Nose doth advise:  
Take this admonition, or else you're ●o blame,  
The ramshead and Goat do counsel the same;  
Gave better advise then themselves would take,  
For their souls, fa●●es, friends, reputations' sake;  
But now they repeat when it is too late,  
Shun Envy, Ambition, Pride, ●ucr●, and Hate,  
Rebellion, and Treason (pretend what they w●ll)  
In obedience, good Sub●ects will keep themselves still:  
All these hor●id crimes, and more they have done,  
O'er the world have scandalled the whole Nation:  
Then let's do our best still, our credits regain,  
Few Rebels or Traitors are heard of in Spain:  
To their Kings they bear such loyalty great,  
Th' English ('tis hoped) will transcend them yet:  
For we are descended from people mere brave,  
The rest from the Jew, the Moor, and the Knave:  
'tis a shame that the Turk, the Moor, and the Knave,  
Should be to their Kings more Loyal and brave;  
But the matter's now mended (for ever) we hope,  
All rebels and traitors I wish them a Rope:  
No Cadmean brethren contend for a tomb,  
Nor Esau and Jacob here strive in the womb:  
Our civil Wars cease, and never no more  
The Kirk and the Scot break through the backdoor:  
Nor Mazarine no more have his finger i'th' pie,  
Th' Anabaptist and Brownist both let them go by:  
No Phares or Pharisee make a new breach;  
Instead of religion Rebellion up preach:  
Th' are false Religeons brought in by the Sword,  
The Gospel of truth is taught by the Word:  
That bloodhound old Noll, and his Nose choir trod down,  
The Royal House flourish, and King Charles his CROWN.   
FINIS.