Cethegus' Apology FOR NON-APPEARANCE UPON HIS Conjurer's Summons.  

THAT we appeared not at thy Friendly Call,  
Know, 'twas not Want of Will nor Want of Gall,  
(This the Sole Talon is of Souls in Thrall.  
But We, once Slaves to ARBITRARY FATE,  
Can't Shame the LAWS of our COERCIVE STATE:  
Then Muse not if I done't at SUMMONS come  
To Thunder in GVILD-HALL, as erst in ROME.  
Thy Friendly Lines received, and humbly Kissed,  
I● token of Applause our FURIES 
* Yelping, No North  Hissed:  
And We, known Friends to your ASSOCIATION  
Hell's Faction cited to swift CONSULTATION.  
From Korah down to Knox, All came on Breast,  
With later IMPS shut out from BAXTER's Rest.  
Thus met, We first Condoled, That Souls born Free  
Like Yours, should be retrenched by Monarchy,  
Since Hell's sole Privilege is Anarchy.  
We pitied the Rejection of your Choice,  
The People's (if not Gods) is sure Our Voice.  
On quick Debate: Time must not now be spent;  
(At this Consult BRADSHAW was PRECEDENT.  
Resolved.— No Devil like an Human wit,  
None for GVILD-HALL Debates Below so fit.  
On North-side of an useless, Tuberous Pile  
A Wight lives, Chief Wigg-leader of your Isle:  
Known to Men-Worthy, Hugged by Worthy Men,  
Who ●ll Infernal Wiles has in his Ken.  
To Him was Granted, in Year Forty Three  
By Patent, Hell's Last Arch-Monopoly:  
All Governments to Vex, in all admired to be.  
To Him you have Applied; He's All in All:  
Our Furies need not, whilst His fill your Hall.  
On then.— All Hell's Extempore Effusions  
Shall help to aggravate That days Confusions;  
We'll make such Medley with our Fiend-land Prayer,  
That Ours with Yours sent up, shall Blast your Ayr.  
Cartwright with our Ignatius shall join Tones,  

* A Wigg Nun.  Teresa with 
† The wonderful Praying. Maid. of St. Ives, burnt afterwards for a Witch in New England.  Mall Hawkins send up Groans,  
Jesuits and wigs shall all be unisons.  
Rest sure of Hell's best wishes ALL and ONE,  
From Cain to Mahomet and Muggleton.  
Mean while by Pole and Noise Assert your Right  
By Hell, 'tis Yours, although J. Moor deny't.  
Let then no Foils Heroic Souls Dismay;  
Expect fresh Aids ere 
* St. Michael's Day.  Sherman's Martyr's Day.  
Disdain the slights o'th' Man you style LORD MAYOR;  
His shall be Fallible, as PETER's Chair:  
In this Assurance, Braves, your, Heads, up lift,  
Dominion's Yours by Satan's DEED of GIFT:  
And this Firm Tie Endears us to Your State  
Both COVENANTS Love alike, alike ALLEGIANCE Hate.   
FINIS.   

Printed for the Assigns of Jack Thumb, and L. C. Sworn Stationers to the Luceferian Order.