FAREWELL MYTER OR, Canterbury's MEDITATIONS. AND WRENN's syllogisms. ALSO, The devil's moan for the discontent of his Servants and Assistants, and his Epitaphs upon each of their Burials. Together with His Chronicles for their hereafter Memories, inserted the 12. day of the month Tridemiter, according to the infernal Collateration, peccandi. An. Dom. MDCCCXCV. Look in, and view, Supposed yet true; Composed for you. By RICHARD NEWROBE. Printed for William Larnar, in the year, 1641. Canterbury's Meditation. THe Method of my griefs and sad aspect of all my present miseries would fill a volume, I have studied long to bring the types thereof to a Compendium, but cannot, in respect that every member in a sympathy doth bear a fellow feeling and the heart that same most glorious contriver, and my intellect that comprehensive compasser are both struck dumb as dim, with the too much sunshine of my former Fortunes, compared with these my intolerable and insupportable distresses. The air seems now infected, the skies looks pale methinks as if the green sickness had ascended from earth to those Sublymer Creatures the wind blows and whispers nothing but the news of a chill and cold guilt which like qualms possess and overcome my vital parts, The people's curse and daily exclamations against me, nay the very senseless creatures me thinks I hear them bleat and bellow forth my condemnatory sentence; O what an agony am I in! what a fear possesseth my soul, and what a distraction do I suffer when I view and but peruse my former devices, the Plots of my head, the thoughts of my heart, and the works of my hands, labours of my feet using all diligence Manibus pedibusque, to subvert true Religion, and plant that ruinating grub of Popish superstition, there is no member free no part of the body uncorrupt but hath joined in the advancing these my impious intentions only the neck faulty too for supporting so pernicious a head-piece, then break neck or nothing for I am a cripple the first gradation that I ever made showed the unfortunate progress of the future and ensuing wounds and disgraces I have since received, my seeking divisions in the Church produced this effect, that whatsoever was Ceremonious was then presently called Canterburian schisms what for outward ornament accusations in Church Government, this the first a wound yea a great one to my good name, since when I have received ten times as many in my body insomuch as I am almost become leprous and a very mass of distemperature, my persuasions and attaining an Army against SCOTLAND, where being too valiant, or rather too violent in pursuing so unjust and petnitious a war, I received the first ingredient to my overthrow being shot with a Scotch pistolet in the ear: I never since could hear good of myself and striving to overcome them it proved so far contrary, They bruised my head whilst I scarce bruised their heels. This my first Wound in so dangerous a place not well looked into festered and so converted to an impostume. FOr fearing lest it should prove fatal in respect my best physicians gave counsel to refrain disdiscourse lest the organs of the ears being penetrated would be offended thereby, there being a company of talkative companions gathered together in a Parliament as near (as unnecessary to me) that lay still babbling that I was forced to attend whether I would or Noah; who so scrapped and exulcerated my wound that I resolved to break it up, which I performed notwithstanding in the conflict I received a wound of a City dart in the bosom, the head thereof being loose and a forker stayed behind to the endangering of my whole body; For I never sneeze and say God help me half so oft as they the devil take me, they make an ostrich of me ever since feeding me with Iron that I fear in the conclusion will stick in my throat and choke me, I have swallowed many pills since of their making which have wrought wonderfully and had not my body been of a strong constitution I had purged myself as lean as a rake since that they have forced me to be let blood of a new Parliament contrary to my physician's advice and their surgeons being unskilful or else to skilful for me pricked not only the vein but the Artery insomuch that I am more distressed then a pumickled prisoner being not able to stir hand or foot to help myself, I must nevertheless commend their care for one thing for conveying me to so safe custody, for I fear me if I had been left to the wild multitude in stead of being Coached I had been carted and instead of being canonised I had been anatomised long since, O the grief and sorrow that doth attend me in these my distresses and the miserable pains I endure in these my nominated wounds, My physicians have now left me my friends failed me I have but one hope of cure and but one means which is a balsam from his holiness upon whom I am resolved to depend and settle my whole expectation. Wrenn's syllogisms. THe Chorus of my former Blisses, are The only Comforts in my Lenten fare; The Liberties I once enjoyed, proud Fate Hath turned to a Prison; dismal hate Had ne'er such power on my decaying soul; That fills my heart with sorrow, mind with dole. The Pope I honoured once, when as the wheel Of my unconstant Fortune 'gan to reek; Fearing the turn, I made the Pope my friend, That if it fell to him I might ascend In such sublime an Honour, such a bliss, As I expected: Is all turned to this? A prisoner now, poor WREN is in a cage; Alas poor Bird, sing, act on every Stage: Well sith 'tis so, and 'twill no better be, I'll singe, my Wings (though clipped) I cannot ●●ee: The friar was deceived the wench it'h Well, He ne'er sung out; nor I me out of Hell. hail holy Father I thee bless, And still adore thy holiness; Never wanton Bird would fly Unto thee willinger than I: Thou grand POPE my chief delight, Canst not aid me in my flight. Help there's none; More's my moan. Sith 'tis so, I'll ne'er forsake Thee till the devil both us take; The heretics say I'm his due, If he takes me, he'll ne'er miss you: We need not fear nor wind, nor weather, If that we go to Hell together. Help there's none; More's my moan. The devil's moan, Or the discontent of his Servants and Assistants, and his Epitaphs upon each of their Burials. For CANTERBURY. I'll CANTER-Masses at thy burial; Laud all thy former works; besides ●e shall Whilst thou dost lie on Earth, below in Hell At thy departure toll thy Passing-Bell: All men shall say, here lies great PLUTO's Brother, When he is gone ne'er look for such an other. For WRENN. our dearest Bird who ne●● desire to feed On better food then on Division-seed; we have provided for thee in our Cell, Variety of Food, rare Fruits of Hell: All men shall say This Marble Tomb doth cover. My Friend on Earth all godly works Reprover. I account these Honours not sufficient for you my dear Servants; but intend likewise for your hereafter Memory to Chronologize the same amongst my Records of Acheronta I have given order to Diaholicus my Secretary who hath drawn it up in this manner. In the year Schismaticus 1944 our two Vicegerents upon Earth laudable Laud, and pernicious WRENN showed themselves diligent for the advancing of Impiety, bringing in of schisms, animating Sects, loving of evil doing no good to our Honour, whose Reward is as yet behind in our eternity. FINIS.