A Dialogue, between Toney, and the Ghost of the Late LORD VISCOUNT- STAFFORD.  Ghost. 
WHy dost thou restless Spectour haunt a Shade,  
Who thy false practices, a Ghost has made?  
Why dost thou with Incessant rage pursue  
Those whom thy only Crimes to ruin drew?  
Thy false pretences of a wretched PLOT,  
Whose vile Conception, thy own Brain begot  
Much Blood has spilt; and on thy Head has brought,  
Heaven's Vengeance, for the perjuries thou'st taught.  Toney. 
Poor empty Shadow? canst thou think that I,  
Will like thyself, contented go to Die?  
Know senseless Shade; Whenever I do Fall,  
Millions at least shall wait my Funeral.  
The kind believing Crowd; which I have led  
Long in a Noose; and my Revenge has fed:  
Who still with acclaimations made my Name,  
Reach to the Clouds t'imortalize my Fame.  
Will not believe that I,  
Bend my Designs, t'establish Anarchy,  
Thou seest I still the Idol am,  
They think 'twas for their Liberties I came,  
The unthinking Vulgar; will not see him Fall  
Whom they so oft, did their preserver Call.  Ghost. 
Thou Hellish Engine no, Heaven has at last  
Decreed, to open all thy Treasons past,  
Thy Insinuating Arts henceforth shall fail,  
Thy janus' Head at last shall lose its vail:  
Thy Cankered Soul displayed to open view  
Shall turn on thee, the Venom which they drew,  
The People's Eyes, shall be at last unsealed  
And all thy Traitorous Designs Revealed;  
Thy damned Arts, and Engines, all shall be  
Laid open, the whole World thy PLOTS shall see.  
Read in thy Heart; Writ in Large Characters  
The Hellish Cause of our Domestic Jars:  
Then to thy horror, thou amazed shall see  
The abused People, my Revengers be.  Toney. 
Let it be true, let all the horrors come  
Thou'st mentioned, Furies join to give me Doom,  
Let in my Fall, both Heaven, and Earth Conspire,  
My deep Designs shall not with Life Expire:  
My Days, and Nights, (whilst here) I will employ  
In Studied mischiefs Kingdoms to destroy;  
My Emissaries shall Insinuate,  
Seeking the Nation's safety, brought my Fate;  
I'll sow such Seeds; Sedition shall not cease  
Nor shall they after I am Dead have Peace:  
For with my fall, I'll darken all the Stars,  
And leave the World in Universal Jars.  Ghost. 
Hold Impious wretch, what has thy fury fed!  
Add not more Blood to that already Shed;  
Think what Reward, to Blood and Treason's Due,  
And think how many thy Ambition Slew:  
Think ere it be too late, and think withal  
Heaven does by me thee to Repentance Call;  
The Gates of Mercy are not yet made fast,  
O! seek it, and Repent thy Treason's past:  
Or else when Death, has closed thy Mortal Eyes,  
Then EVER will BEGIN thy Miseries.   

LONDON, Printed for P. M. 1681.