On the DEATH of Sir Tho. Armstrong; IN ANSWER TO A LATE Treasonous LIBEL dispersed by the Factious.  

THou Monster Armstrong, could thy Soul return  
But a few Minutes from her sulphurous Urn,  
To see the Joys that Loyal men employ,  
At thy deserved, tho' Fatal Destiny:  
It would( if possible) thy Pain increase,  
And add new Tortures to Hell's Miseries:  
Hadst thou still Safe been in thy Trayt'rous Flight,  
Thou hadst not come up to this wicked height;  
For th' Treasons that Thou Living didst intend,  
Thou ne'er repent'st of at thy Fatal End:  
Just thus died Peters, Harrison and Pride,  
Much better Catiline and Cethegus died.   

If we should tell how much he is too blame,  
'Twould for a volume, be a Copious Theme:  
If once( if true) he Loyal were, 'tis all  
In his whole Life, that we can Virtuous call:  
But we have too much reason to believe,  
That even Then he did his King deceive;  
And so did never Change, was still a Rogue,  
Still Courting whatsoever Power in Vogue:  
And now his Quarters, most deserv'dly stand  
As Scare-Crows to the rest o'th' Factious Band;  
The Peaceful Grave to this day ne'er contained,  
A carcase like to His with Treason stained.   

But sure his Monstrous Spirit ' gain is risen  
Out of the dismal hole of Hells dark ●●son,  
Has got a short Reprieve, and now Indicts  
All that this Horrid Impious Villain Writes:  
Nothing but Hells Dear Imp could e'er device,  
Such Horrid Treasons, Monstrous Blasphemies,  
could e'er rak up that Holy Marlyrs, Dust,  
Of our First Sacred Charles, the Good, the Just:  
Be Judge just Heaven, judge all on Earth below,  
Judge, and then tell me, if you er're could show  
One Vicious Act in the whole Blessed Reign  
Of that most Sacred Prince, by Traytors slain:  
And if into your Memory you call  
The true idea of the Original,  
You'll find in's Sons, he copied is as True,  
As e'er in Imitation Titian drew:  
Our Sacred Charles is so averse to Blood,  
That( if he any Fault have) he's too Good,  
shows too much Mercy to his hardened Foes,  
That would Himself and Progeny Depose:  
Can the most Brazen'd Face oth Factious Crew  
In Royal JAMES the least Injustice show?  
No, tis their Grievance that the World Proclaims,  
No Truer Friend, no Juster man than JAMES:  
What Subjects then can e'r refuse t'obey,  
The Just and equal Poise of Charles's Sway?   

We need not( Rebels) on you Vengeance call,  
God lets the Rod of Justice on You fall;  
The Heavenly Wisdom all your Actions saw  
Your Preach of Faith, oth Kings, and of his Law  
Since each of you is become Heavens Foe,  
Heaven▪ s Justice does the Punishment bestow.    

Prin●ed and Sold by Nath. Thompson at the Entrance into the Old-Spring-Garden near Charing-Cross, 1684.