THE serpent's Excommunication.  
In ESSEX where cutting down a Wood, divers of these Sprouts of the Warlike Ash, or Branches grew.  John 3. And this is the condemnation, that light is come into the world, and men loved darkness more than light. 
Printed in the Year, 1651.   

Caeli Jubilate, &c. July, Anno 1651.  

Their Sealed Pardon.  

ALl join in Consort him to praise,  
ye roaring Sea and Earth:  
Not silent, lo with Tre 〈…〉 s wild,  
yield loud extolling mirth.  
Yea all his works in▪ places all,  
whose goodness hath no end,  
Diverts his presence not, which doth  
from age to age descend.   

Magnificat, a Song full New,  
who hath his wonders shown:  
Vipers afore visible such,  
Witness, the like unknown.  
Fiery Serpents in likeness whose.  
a Generation fresh:  
Fuel a Judgement bids beware  
the Rod: betokens no less.   

To stiff Necks all, stopping the Ear,  
more Pharaoh's Sirs than one:  
Extol him than ye Tokens and Signs,  
a second Egypt grown.  
A fresh as though him crucified:  
bound with the heavy Belt:  
Pierced with Males: The millstone like  
as much; such Hearts do melt.   

Poor folk, informed though Moses were  
and Christ on Earth again:  
No want of Faith; such Manna now  
but froth, worth not a Grain.  
The Tree (Reserved) of Life 'tis dead,  
Poisoned, thus cold and young:  
Ensign of Peace, a Brazen ONE,  
Figured to look upon.    

The second Part.  

LO on a pole, a living Tree,  
Moses as made for them:  
Like Mutineers erected for,  
or Age of grateful Men.  
The Doctrine of refreshing Times,  
bids not to day despise,  
When creeping things his Ministers,  
bidden Serpents like, be wise.   

Pointing thus unto him who had  
decreed Moses to drowned:  
About his neck in Cradle whose  
afore was ever crowned.  
Far better hanged a Cable then,  
as needless now to whom:  
Was Stonage commended t'explain,  
or whose that thundering doom.   

So virtue of this Eden's Plant,  
what Daphneys such Divine:  
Apollo's leeches bitten by,  
dismissed from this time.  
Prescribed their Swellings to abate,  
Antidotes in season:   

No more the Dragon Red t'adore,  
in time awakens Reason.  
The everlasting Rod when buds,  
Contrition where the bail:  
Neither to be deferred: Submit,  
none other will avail.  
Set in array his to aff●ont,  
their Manhoods then brings down  
Such sucklings by, driven to their heels,  
dost them Victorious crown.   

Tongue's Satin's two edged Swords withdrawn,  
Serpents no more appear:  
The axe behold, laid to the Root,  
no nesting' or you here.  
Hi● Cities waste he will repair,  
Vine-dressers other choose,  
Fruits in due season to forecast,  
do not their Trusts abuse.   

Sing unto him; so to him sing,  
his acts let blocks display,  
Who hatching theirs, Cockacrice Balms,  
all one do him obey.  
B●● Frogs and Lice, corrupting Flies  
compared with the true,  
Feeds itching E●rs; with flying News,  
Egypt's Spells bidden adieu.   

the Twelve allotted years expired,  
so Woman r●leas'd here.  
Staunched tedious Issues thine; Peace too,  
be henceforth of good cheer.  
Thou Rulers Daughter lo arise,  
Friends return to your Rest:  
T●pes both, how long of juries such,  
until be dispossessed.   By the Lady Elinor. 
Respice Finem.    

DROIT & AVANT.  
RECTE & PERGE.  
He that doth bear three lions, or Passant,  
Must lion like pass on, Droit & Avant.  
Aliter,  
Are thy ways right? let not thy spirits faint,  
Start not aside, be bold, if Droit Avant.   

Psalmus DAVISI  
Madam;  
YOur Rod indeed hath swallowed mine,  
Hermes may now turn Hermit; & the Nine  
Virgins turn Vestals to attend that fire,  
Which in your Altars Incense moveth higher  
Than ere Apollo's Harp was heard: Your Brass  
Doth far my Caducaean Staff surpass.  
As Arch-Types do Types: whilst I look on  
Your Streams, I loathe the Lake of Helicon.  
The most Devoted to honour You, and unworthiest to be honoured by You as a Kinsman, M: TUKE.   

Je Le tien.  

Hold fast thy Right, that no man take thy Crown:  
Unto the Death, give Fortune leave to frown.   

ANd thou, O Tuke tipyfied! Lo  
in that one grateful Man,  
Whose fellow Lepers hast out-lept,  
with that Samaritan.  
Then favourite Irish Bryon Tuke,  
Gifts those to thine but lame,  
Conferred on thy grandsire: to these  
of thy Returns again.   
E: Do:  
FINIS.