The LAMENTATION OF A SINNER, OR Bradshaw's horrid farewell, Together with his last WILL AND TESTAMENT.  Dedit Deus huic quoque finem( utinam funem.) 
LONDON, Printed in the Year, 1659.   

The Lamentation Of A SINNER.  
TIs not unknown to any, that death must be acquainted with all men, with some sooner, with others later; some he leads gently out of the World, others he violently drags along: and this he doth, not that he loves or affects this man, more than that; for Kings, and peasants, Devils incarnat, and Protectors, Presidents, Generals, Speakers, with such like( last name) rakehells, are all alike to him; he must and will execute his Office, and leaves the event thereof to Almighty God, of whose mercifulness and goodness, we have here before us an evident sign and token in this our Bradshaw( whose name without any farther Character, fully bespeaks him what he is) I say in depriving him of life( though by a Hell-resembling tormenting death) by which he is freed from a most shameful and wretched end; die he must, Death is not to be bribed, all his ill gotten money( besprinkled with the tears of Orphans and Widows, and dyed read in human blood) could not tempt Death, to stay one minute longer; Physicians were not wanting that might 'allure his Soul, with pleasing fops and Cordials, to still remain a Tenant to his body; but would needs remove its lodging, and travail( and as some think) to the Stygian lake, there to find out the Ghost of its dearly beloved Patron Oliver. Precious Cordials proved to him the worst of Corrosives. When I looked over but the Catalogue of those Receipts that were administered him, and all proving in effectual, I was ready to have blamed Physicians Art, had I not looked up to a higher( avenging) power; amongst a many which I found, I cannot but leave to the World for the good of posterity this one receipt, which he took in 1648. Oliver then being his Doctor,  
There was by a Glisterpipe infected into him half a pint of Diabolical, Machayllian Counsel, 'twas after this thought fitting, that a strong Composition of Atheism, Impudence and hypocrisy should be given him, to purge out his Conscience, least it might any ways offend or trouble him; after this he took an Electuary, and dyetdrink to Consume within him, those small seeds of virtue Nature had sown in him, which he was to drink every day, lest it should predominate over his 'vice. Now to confirm the cure, there was administered him, one Firkin of Aurum Potabile, mingled with two runlets of Widows tears; these two last ingredients so much enlivened and streng●hned his body, as well as his purse, insomuch that he could walk in his Pontificalibus to Westminster, and there talk too( see more of that in the relation of the Kings trial) Had he not after this( by a fatal mistake) drunk too much of royal blood, and thereby took a deep surset, he might( in all probability) have recovered from the malady that then possessed him. Though it did not dispatch him presently( to the astonishment of most)( as it did utterly extinguish Miltons eyes:) yet it lay like lingering poison in his guts, that so inwardly fried him, that ere he was dead, he was ready roasted, and fit to be served up( the next dish to Oliver) unto the Devils Table. Well he is gone to the place from whence Libera nos Domine; And I cannot choose, for that love I and my Country owe him, but piss a tear upon his stinking memory. What I say of him I am necessitated to do, otherwise I should be silent; Because where I cannot speak the least good of this dead man, I hold it in some part a duty not to speak all the evil I know of him. I need not Carachterise him whose life hath been so notorious. One act alone( in sentemcing his King) had he otherwise been virtuous, was sufficient to have doomed him vicious, and sent him( where now we suspect he is gone) to the place where is weeping, wailing and gnashing of teeth. And as if God intended to terrifye all those that may be King-killers for the future, tormented him here in such manner, as that his torments were little different from those he must suffer eternally hereafter. Me thinks the din of his yellowings rings still in my Ears, and his last words have left so deep an impression in my mind, as I cannot but ecchoe them to the World.  
Thus in a trance he expressed himself, as to an infernal spirit, he saw then attending on him, Hold thy soul-tormenting Paw; give me one hours respite. Good Devil stay, for that good and acceptable service I have done thee; Give me but time to make my Will at least, and I shall promise thee not to advice my fellow Murderers, Dissemblers, national Deceivers, and thy obedient subjects. Let money Bribe, since ambition hath damned thee: both which hath ruined me eternally, and will( without a miracle;) utterly undo the Republican Publican Grand-Army Officers. So, ●et me but speak, though in torture; my King-judging tongue being red-hot, and those irreverent and peremptory words I spoken to my sovereign, being now hot glowing Coals, frying my entrails. I that would hardly admit of any security for treasonably suspected( though innocent) persons, cannot now myself persuade Death or the Devil to accept of any mortal Bail, longer than I shall declare my last Will and Testament. My time being short, tis my desire, that St. Johns( whose name signifies more than ever his actions performed) be the Pen-man thereof. Imprimis to the Earth I bequeath my body, my soul to him that it belongs to. I do hereby constitute and ap●point Lambert and( his shooing-horn) Fleetwood to be my lawful Executors of this my last Will. To my well-beloved friend Hazelrig I give 600 l. on condition he let not Old neck have any of his New-Castle Coals to increase Hell fires, and my torments. I likewise give 400 l. and if it should not be thought enough, as much more, to buy the best sort of hemseed, and that it be sown in White hall Palace Yard, &c. to the intent the Army Officers, and such like, may not want Hempen Chains to adorn their Necks withall. To Lambert I bequeath a hidden receipt how to make o Pill that never fails, being admininistred, to dissolv● Parliaments, one grain whereof scattered among his Enemies shall make their swords drop out of their hands; Probatum est. I likewise give ten pounds for the erecting of two Poles, on which of each Vanes and Needhams Heads may be placed, for to demonstrate( truer than any Wethercock) which way the wind blows( the cours● of State matters)  
To the preaching Officers I give 200 l. to buy tubs to hold forth in, that the brethren may speedily be furnished with good Estates. Let 500 l. be laid out for the cureing of all those that Sir Harry Ma●tin( with his fellow Statists) hath wounded in Venerial Combats. It is my will likewise that Col. Benetts pension be augmented twice as much as he now possesseth, on condition he will preach for the future but three words in eight of truth, and but one of sense to his fellow Simpletons his Auditors. To Sir James Harringtong 1000 l. to be expended in his further discovery of his new found Common-wealth Oceana; and that he sand as many as he can of the mad-peopse of great Bedlam ●hither for the prevention here of future discord and confusion. To Desborow I give one hundred pound to buy an Herd of Swine and that they shall be fed in his own yard, before his Chamber window, to put him in mind of his Quondam Occupation, which may occasionally give him a Ca●tion that he bring not his hogs to a fair Market. My breach fails me, by reason of which I am not able to insist further, in the bestowing of my ill-gotten Estate, in such like pious uses. I therefore shall conclude with this, that is Lambert and Monk agree not, the last shall have my free consent that the sit next in the Chair of State; provided he can show more Wit, and less Honesty, than the rest of his Competitors.   

AN EPITAPH ON John Bradshaw.  

HEre underneath this heap of dirt lies dead,  
One that bereaved our sovereign of his Head.  
Here lies that Villain, that same cursed Slave,  
Wh ' entombed 3. Kingdoms in charles Martyrs grave,  
This towering Rascals downfall, who'l bemoan,  
That dashed his brains out 'gainst his sovereigns Throne?  
None parallels this Fiend, unless he be  
The Devils abstract, Hells epitome,   
FINIS.