THE DEVILS LAST LEGACY: OR, A Round-headed Ironmonger, made Executor to Pluto.  
Wherein is showed, The Descent of the Roundheads.  
AS ALSO, The Roundheads great desire of a Crown, and to sway a Sceptre, although it be but Pluto his Crown and Sceptre.  
Composed by W. K. first a Turk, and now turned Roundhead.  
London, Printed Anno Domini, 1642.   

The Devils last Legacy:  Pluto, 
ALL hail my dear Adopted Son, thou alone art be that is my only joy and hope, at whose sight my soul is filled with fatness, and the pleasure I take in thee runneth like to a Julop in my veins▪ come on brave soul, be courageous, for this I know, thy impudence it is so great, that the whole World is not able to outface; lea●e close to me, and I will be as willing to entice, as thou to follow; leave me not, for than I shall not know to whom to leave my Kingdom and immortal Sceptre. Thou art the Heir and only he, be faithful to my Kingdom, bend neither one way nor other, end as thou hast begun, and none shall more reward than I: my youngest Son Amimius hath quite left me, his too much yielding made him fall off; go on as thou hast begun, and I will reward thee. 
Both my Sceptre and my Diodem,  
I leave to th' Rounheads, and to none but them.   Roundhead. 
Great King and Prince of darkness, whatsoever thou shalt command, no sooner spoke but done, I am as ready for to do, as you to speak, and you not suller of enticements, but I twice as full of actions, yet fuller of Words, perhaps it may seem difficult to your understanding, but thus to do good, I say much, but do little, for I never in all my life knew how to do good; I am the Heir, and delight to overtop men in wickedness, I am presently desperate if I see any more wicked than I, yet cunning to the World, bear a fair show, and have the Devil Printed in my Heart, and strive to be the Prince of darkness Son: it is the height of my ambition to get his Crown, and though all the world should bid farewell to Pluto and his Palace, and sound a retreat from his damnable designs, I would stand as fast as Mountains. 
My seats to show, who can be at all fearful,  
To whom Grand Pluto says, my Son be cheerful.   Pluto. 
Brave resolution Son, but in the way take some of my damnable devices, and what ever thou dost here on Earth, shall presently in my black palace be innacted for a Statute: thou hast performed the duty of a Son in executing my decrees that I left with you at the last Conventicles, where I wish I had not been with you, for I think I have got my last, from a Cobbler, who in villainy exceeded even his Father great Pluto. I having nor long life, enact thee overseer and chiefest Executor of my last Will and Testament, do what in it is commanded, and I will in one hour bring thee to my Acaronticall Palace, where nothing shall be too much for him that acknowledgeth me, hot scalding Lead, dear Son, shall be thy Nactar, thou shalt quaff off whole bowls of tear, to thy secconders, each sense with a greedy appetite shall have its fill, and the whole Man shall taste my best pleasures, Music thou shalt delight in much and hear a choir of Cerberuses and the Sirens of Hell; 
In this performance have but Argus eyes,  
For Music, black zantes, and the Stygian cries.   Roundhead. 
Ever honoured Prince, if a Son may have the permission and boldness to speak to a Farther, let what design from you be spoken, my power in your service extends itself so far that I will effect.  
And think it done, what ever you command,  
I'll perpetrate the thing I take in hand.  Pluto. 
Upon my deathbed Son, I enjoin thee that thou seest my will completely performed, let not a Bishop in the Land have power, neither let the Churches stand, pull down all and abolish the light, that we may live in darkness, a tub is sufficient for any one to Preach in: I would have my kingdom flourish that it may be said, 'tis Pluto's Kingdom, that is the chiefest Throne. Thou art an Ironmonger, and though thou hast broke here, I have Chains and old Iron for to set thee up again; thou hast almost quit thyself, witness thy last Sermon of Toby an● his Dog, and the Tale in a Tub: To ch●nge a trade it is no … me, from an Ironmonger to a Coop●r, ●●d the b●st … d, for if t●y ze●le should strike the bottom out, then mi●●● thou exercise a faculty and turn C●oper, Cobbler, and Tinker, I reach thee a way to thrive; some of thy Brethren are horned heads as well as Roundheads, turn, Grafier and make one Branch two, that our Sect may the better be noted; 
With Fa●alists, all things are lawful Son,  
〈…〉 Round-●ead what thou hast begun.   
Rou●●●●●● I will ●●●●avour to the utmost, dread Sovereign, 〈…〉 thing by you commanded, and though I be cracked in trade, I will not neglect your affairs, and be discouraged in your occasions; I will also crack my brain before I will leave unperfected, what you command me.  
Some call me littlewit, but 'tis no evil,  
For I have spent it all, to please the Devil.  Pluto. 
This is my Will, dear Son, the first thing specified is this: 

I leave one hundred pound per Annum, for our Conventicles.  
2. I leave my Brains, Head, and Horns to all the rest of our Brethren, for wickedness and that which is naught they want not I am sure.  
3 And thirdly, I leave my Sceptre and Kingdom to thee, and only thee, dear Son: I cannot live, the Doctor specified so much to me the other day, but do these things and I will help thee at all times, do any thing, nothing shall hinder thy course to my black Palace, therefore disturb me not, but go about it, and I will betake me to my more serious consideratious.    
I am a dying thus to him I say,  
But for to punish, Roundheads live always,  
And this alone shall be my Round-head than  
Which is a Brownist and a Knave,  
But seems an honest Man.   

An Oration of the Round-head, a cracked Ironmonger, new made Executor to the Devil.  Roundhead, 
BRethren, it is the fortune of Knaves and Fools to have the best luck: I make no question but it is well known to you all, that our Father Pluto hath given over trading, and hath made me supervisor of his last Will and Testament; 'tis a fortune beyond the Moon, and though I be both Knave and Fool, is't I thought the Proverb would have crossed itself in me; and seeing I am so chosen and predestinated, I will have an eye to all his entreaties, and execute the part of an adopted Son; he hath given me charge over your cum cura animarum, therefore dear Sisters and Brethren, I must perform the part of the Devil's Vicar and Curate of Hell, therefore let's follow him, and our Service-Clarke set the Song.  Clarke, 
Let's sing this Song to the tune of Old Sir Simon the King; 'tis a New Ditty, ellevate you voices.  

GRand Pluto he is dead,  
Let's sing in this very Day,  
That he hath left his Throne  
Unto the Roundheads sway.  
And Old Sir Simon the King,  
And Old Sir Simon the King,  
We'll have a threadbare Coat, and a mamsey Nose,  
Sing hay ding ding a ding ding.   

The Ironmonger Rules,  
The Cobbler also Preaches,  
The Tinker he Cornutes,  
The Weaver sometimes teaches.  
And Old Sir Simon the King.   

The Sister's protles much,  
Canarie-Birds imitating,  
The Baker gets a Tubs,  
And never holds his prating.  
And Old Sir Simon the King.   

We stuff our guts with Capons,  
Devotions but very small,  
The World we thus can flatter,  
And say Devotions all.  
With Old Sir Simon the King.   

To Westminster we trudge,  
Each Man with a Bilbo blade,  
At Night to Conventicles,  
And ride like Hackney-Jade.  
And Old Sir Simon the King.   

The Mitres from the Prelates  
We will pull away,  
No Man dare contradict,  
Or once against it say.  
Then Old Sir Simon the King.   

The Devil hath left us his,  
What is it we want at all,  
Be steadfast sister dear,  
Although that Roundheads fall.  
Then Old Sir Simon the King,  
Then Old Sir Simon the King,  
we'll have a thread bare Coat, and a Mamsie Nose,  
Sing hay ding ding a ding ding.   Clarke, 
Peace and put out the Candles, you have gone a Note too high, lie all the Sisters down, and strain lower, procreandi causa.   
FINIS.