A Satyrical Vision, OR, Tragicomedy AS IT Was lately Acted in the City of BRISTOL, Discovered in a DREAM.  
What ill-bred-Stars, or what Saturnian Fate  
Did at this City's Birth predominate,  
Unhappy Place, thy Fortune was severe  
Business, and Fools are most in Fashion here:  
Religion they profess, but yet have none  
Wealth is the chiefest Deity they own.  
By E: Phileroy.  
LONDON, Printed by G. Croom, for the Author. 1684.   

TO THE Poor Dejected, and Despairing BRETHREN: THE Dissenting CREW in General, under what Names or Titles soever, they desire to be Dignified, or Distinguished.  
Worthy Patriots.  
I Know not to whom I could more properly make the Dedication of the following Poem, since it seems naturally to crave your protection, not only as you are the Subject of it, but because its palpable you have endeavourd to monopolise every thing that has but the appearance of a Fault: so that 'tis but rational to infer that you are able to bear mine too, though never so Numerous in this Poem, which I must confess was done in Raptim, and therefore must have the greater need of such Patrons; not but that its an unquestioned Verity that you have a sufficient stock of your own, without any addition of mine: For who (in the Devil's Name) has been the fomenters of all feuds and Animosities in this Nation? But you: Who the Authors, and Abetters of all things that may seem to oppose the common Tranquillity? But you: Who has endeavourd by all that Hell and Malice could invent, to make our Streets blush in Innocent Blood, and Involve it once more into its Oliverian Chaos? But you: Who I say, has endeavourd the Total Subversion of Monarchy, the Ruin of three Kingdoms, the destruction of Religion itself, and the undoing of all that Dare to be its Proselytes? But you: So that by these and other your unparalleled Villainies (too Numerous to Incert) you have put Hell to a nonplus, and the Devils, themselves into Distraction and Amazement, to see themselves out done, and all together incapable of preparing a place for your reception, adequate to the Worse than Scythian Cruelties that you have, and would have perpetrated.  
But not to make the Porch bigger than all the Fabric, I shall conclude with this Charitable Prayer, may Poison be your Drink, and Toads, worse than Toads your chiefest Delicacies, may your Names be Eternally Obliterated from Honour's Book, may your Curse, but equalise your defects, and as you have ever made Blood your Bolster to lie on, so let Insupportable Griefs be your Playfellows and Inseparable Companions.  
Adeiu, E. P.   

To the Loyal READERS.  
Gentlemen,  
THere having been never any thing so dismally represented to my juvenile Imaginations, as the late Horrid Proceed of the Dissenting Crew in General, and Jack Presbyter in particular, I thought I was obliged upon all occasions to Expose its Abetters; especially, since they have been pleased to reiterate all their Pristine villainies in the late Discovered formidable Plot, against the best of Kings and Governments, and how far this City has been Concerned, I suppose it would be Tautology in the Highest to Incert.  
— It being known as far  
As is the Arctic from th' Antarctic Star  
But you great Souls of Numbers (whom Apollo has made Heirs to his ever Verdant Tree) 'tis you, I say must Pardon my Pen-Featherd-Muse (who I fear by the following unbaked Poem has made Helicon a Puddle not a Spring) and I doubt it not, when you Consider that she was willing to attempt some thing, nay resolved that these Miscreants Exit should be attended with a Sheet  
But Gentlemen being unwilling to detain you longer with Impertinences, I shall only pray, that the Fates would be pleased to be so kind as to grant me this small Request: That when I shall be matriculated amongst the Dead, (if that with Pythagoras, there be a Metempsychosis) that they would send my soul into a Cat, Porpois, or Owl: rather than any of these Religious Alchemists, these Atheists against Earthly Gods 
— that pursue,  
Deeds after which, no mischief can be new.   
To this Prayer, I shall only subjoin my Resolution, which in short is to profess myself Eternally,  
Your Most Devoted Servant E: Phileroy.   

TO HIS Ingenious Friend Phileroy, on his Satirical Vision a Copy of which was exposed and derided.  

(1)  
LEt factious Knaves and buisy Fools rail on  
(The inveterate Foes to th' Tribe of Helicon)  
Whilst all impartial Men allow  
What's to your merit due,  
For when they dissapprove of what you writ,  
It argues Barrenness of wit  
In them, or Spite:  
Yet whilst by them your wit's condemned;  
It makes you more esteemed  
By men of Loyalty and Sense,  
For Envy always strikes at th' greatest Excellence.   

(2)  
Writ on then (Sir,) whilst empty Critics do  
Their malice still pursue,  
For your desert by it, doth greater show.  
Writ on, and lash the Soul-less Sots to sense,  
And teach the Rebel Crew Obedience,  
Desist not Sir, nor think your merit less,  
Because not Crowned with due success,  
The mighty Laureate (that darling of the Nine)  
Who in each Immortal Line,  
Doth wit and Judgement join,  
Whose muse alone boys up the sinking stage  
(Such is th' Ingratitude of th' unthinking Age)  
Is not beneath his Bays, free from their brutish Rage  
So senseless Curs (they say) are often known  
To bark with fury 'gainst the Radiant Moon,   
Philo: Phileroy.   

A Satyrical Vision,  

A Pollo's fiery Steeds were gone away,  
And quite withdrawn, to give a Noon of Day  
Unto the Antipodes, The sable Night  
Was now approached, and Day had took ' its Flight  
Serene the Air, and now each fragrant Tree  
Advanced itself, and all things pleasant be  
Dame Flora Struts in her new Livery:  
When Pressed with th' plague of business, I with drew  
Into a Verdant Bower where I might View  
The Earth which whilom did in Pennance stand  
Clad in a sheet of Snow, doth now command  
Her glorious Slaves, who by their yearly Rise  
Do Homage pay and make a Sacrifice:  
Mantles of Various Roses now we see  
Display themselves, and make a Galaxy,  
These with a Purling Brook (whose streams did glide  
And paid a Tribute to the Gardens Pride)  
So charmed my Senses, that I must resign  
And quickly paid my Vows at Morpheus Shrine:  
No sooner was my Soul at Liberty,  
But through untrodden paths away doth sty  
Unto a place, where Rebels make their Nest,  
And Factions do, as in their causes, Rest:  
Faction in all ' its Colours there did Ride,  
And sane it would Eternally abide:  
A Hodge poch of Religions there did dwell,  
Heaven's their Pretention, but their aim is Hell:  
A Miscellaneous sort of Rigid Slaves,  
Censorious fops, dull Fools, but Cursed Knaves.  
Here's Splay Mouth with his brace of Caps doth cry  
Hollow my Hearts, 
Geneva  'tis Coward's fear to die;  
Let's then pull down this Babel Monarchy;  
We are the Saints; 'tis we must Rule, not they,  
The Earth is ours, they therefore shall obey:  
'tis thus Resolved, nor shall thy fate withstand,  
But fall (Oh! City) by th' unerring hand  
Of us the Saints, who must and will Command.  
They then in Shoals appear, whose noise appalls,  
Much worse than Twenty Irish Funerals:  
The Hidcous Clamour of great Nilos fall  
If but to them Compared was but small:  
In fine, these Phaeton's the world would burn,  
And once more all into Confusion turn:  
Asirea in great haste descends from Heaven  
(Hearing th● irrevocable) Vote was given)  
And being seated in her Splended Chair,  
Summons these Miscreants forthwith to appear  
And thus accosts them: Oh ye Sons of Hell:  
" That only do in Villainy Excel;  
" To the Black-Book whether you will or not  
" You're come, and must abide your Fatal Lot  
" Your Shameless actions now might shame the Devil,  
" That scorn not to be thought the Sum of Evil:  
" Oh Impious Age devoted unto ill,  
" Void of all Good, and is Resolved still  
" To persevere, When wilt thou taste thy fill?  
" 'tis you that prosecute a Villainy,  
" Which would create a Blush i'th' Sun to see:  
" For if that Transmigration ere was true,  
" 'tis now, 'tis now, most palpable in you:  
" For Hell you Claim and take it as your due:  
" Oh! Times Oh! Manners which Antiquity  
" In all ' its Periods, ne'er the like could see;  
" Nor will Posterity believe that Ere,  
" Such horrid Actions perpetrated were;  
" You have resolved to seek out nothing less,  
" Then th' very Quintessence of Wickedness,  
" Fearing to come behind the Age before  
" In villainies, you now have Studied more;  
" And for applause will act them o'er and o'er:  
" Hence then dull Plotters, Hence ye Romish Crew  
" Make Room for Nobler Sinners that out do  
" As far the Devils, as the Devils you,  
" Draw near ye Bloodhounds you that fain would bring  
" States to Confusion, Ruin to a King:  
" Draw near, and for your merits mount the Tree,  
" To which your Father's Copy makes you Free:  
" And (since you were Ambitious) you shall have  
" The Gates conferred upon you for a Grave:  
" And you that did in so much honour Live, 
W●●●●ams 〈◊〉 that, 〈◊〉 argo pares,   
" As Council to maintain Prerogative,  
" Justice hath seized upon you; make no doubt  
" That you shall have, therefore I Spew you out  
" But you brave Hero's, you that did Repel  
" These factious Zealots, and these broods of Hell;  
" You that at Helm i'th' worst of times did stand,  
" Resolving to defend your Native Land,  
" And with your Lives maintain great Charles Command  
" Blaze forth great Stars, for you shall each appear  
" A Constellation in our Hemisphere  
" Hence than Geneva Trash, you're out of date  
" When these Bright Rays appear, you dissipate:  
" Shine on Brave Souls and let these Villains see  
" (Maugre their Hellish Arts and Treachery;  
" That you shall shine thus to Eternity  
" And now I go (methinks I hear the Skies  
" Echo your praises in sweet Harmonies,  
" I Constitute you all my deputies:  
" But when these Brats of Hell shall once expire,  
" I'll make the Devil's rage, the Damned admire  
" The Flames which These shall add unto Their fire,   
This said, she in great haste ascends the Skies,  
And unto the Celestial Mansions Flies  

No sooner gone, but faces we might see  
As sad as grief could paint, or Masery,  
Some howld, and cried, cursed be this Fatal Day  
Let dismal Clouds and darkness come, and may  
It e'er in Time's Book be enroled thus  
Black, Hideous, Fatal Inauspicious.   

The Judges sat, the First (with dismal Cries  
And trembling that un nerud his quaking Thighs)  
Appeared, 
Earledom.  the Devils Enchiridion, he  
That was his Factor for Iniquity:  
This is the Hieroglyphic of all Vice,  
The Scum and Spawn of Fiend now in disguise  
Some took him for some Nobleman, and I  
First thought there might be some Affinity  
By's name, and faith he's Great in Villainy:  
His sentence was to teach the Stones to Swim,  
To Cut the Water, fill seives to the Brim:  
His odious Name when mentioned should imply  
The Sum and Abstract of Iniquity;  
In fine, if e'er he should appear again  
To be the Perfect Subject of Disdain.  
The next was ordered for to drink good Store  
Without Delay of un mixed hellebore, 
Fin:   
When the next came there issued joyful Cries  
(Such as did reach the Star-enameled Skies)  
O Let that Day for ever Banished be, 
Dies.   
And ever hid in dull Obscurity,  
Let naught but ill-presaging Owls appear,  
Let it be cursed, and quite forgot i'th' Year.  
T was thought sufficient for the next, 
Dirge.  that He  
Should Penannce do, in his Wives Shist, whilst she  
Firks him, (as Pluto Nol) Eternally.  
The next Appearance was a Speaking Toast  
A Living Sponge, 
Haleo.  that all his Brains had lost:  
The Sentence he received in Short was thus;  
That he should punished be, with Tantalus.  
Some say the Devil's unto Black inclined;  
But faith he's Brown, 
Brow. All us.  and sometimes White we find:  
Yet, that this difference reconciled might be,  
T was ordered that they still be One, not three,  
Since in Black Crimes they all so well agree.  
What Prodigy in Nature next doth move  
Bless us! 
Coleman  A Horned Beast with Teeth above!  
Monster of Nature! Let him never be  
Admitted into Man's Society,  
Let him be Pimp unto his Rampant Whore  
Let him (Contented Fool) attend the Door  
Till Time and Memory shall be no more,  
A Wife ' Heaven bless us! with a Parboiled Face  
A Gipsy Varnish to prevent Disgrace.  
Next comes of Tigers or of Panther's brood,  
Whose Dreadful Healths are Morning draughts in Blood:  
Replenish villain● that Hell does Inspire, 
Cis.   
May Heaven once more Vomit such fleakes of fire  
As might make thee and all the Damned admire:  
'Twas ordered (that when Rising Stars should Spread  
Their Golden flames, and Sol withdraw his Head)  
For Barking Owls, Ambiguous Bats that he  
Without delay should a Companion be,  
And hooted quite from all men's Company.  
Desert comes next, and he must Merit Well,  
Therefore with Staly, he was sent to Hell, 
Meritus.   
And there it was thought would teach him to Rebel.   
Twice Sacred Powers assist my Trembling Quill!  
(You that do ever haunt the Sacred Hill,)  
Oh! be propitious, Oh lassist my Pen  
To anatomize the Deeds of worse than Men.  

The next Appearance was the Stygian King  
That Prince of Acheron, who with him did bring  
A Leash of Beagles, 
Leycors, Wats, Jack.  who their Game so well  
Pursued, that to be firebrands of Hell  
They well deserved; He therefore did desire  
They might be added to his hungry fire:  
And since they served so well, without delay,  
He begged that he might them their Wages pay;  
'Twas soon agreed, since they were known to be  
Th' exact Perfection of all Villainy:  
With that he Seized them, and with his Nimble wings  
(So have I seen how from the Trembling strings  
The piercing Arrows quickly fly away)  
He breaks the boundless Air without delay:  
With that Exalted voices Reach the Skies,  
Which was succeeded with Resounding Cries,  
" If that in Hell there no more Torments be,  
" we'll not come there, because we them must see.   

These, 
Ningdum Cor Flindg Gle— etc.  by some Mongrel Bats, Succeeded were,  
That of this Factious Crew brought up the Rear:  
These Sons of Proteus, that do ever Run  
With th' Current, and adore the Rising Sun;  
These present Tenses, that be that or this,  
Were by a Speedy Metamorphosis  
Transformed, and in a Moment did put on  
The Various Forms of the Chameleon:  
Thus the Rewards of Faction here will be  
Shame, or to Dangle on the Fatal Tree;  
Hereafter Horror, Pain and Misery.  
With that a voice was heard like Thunder Loud,  
When it has broke through a divided Cloud  
And thus began:— O! Happy Happy Day  
" Be thou e'er Crowned with Sols most glorious Ray;  
" I'menow imparadized, methinks. I see  
" The Gods descend, and jointly do agree:  
" To honour it, Kind Neptune lays aside  
" His Trident, Aeolus the Winds does hid:  
" Methinks I see upon each smiling Wave  
" The Sportive Nymphs to Dance, the wind their slave  
" To wait upon them, now Apolloes Choir  
" With their melodious sonnets so Inspire;  
" That the wild Satyrs Dancing on the Strand,  
" Like gazing Stags they in amazement stand:  
" Swell then my Charming Joys, and let this Day  
" Be Consecrated, let it ne'er decay,  
" Until the Ox take wing and fly away.  
" Let Bacchus now in burnished Gold go Round,  
" And Music in a well digested sound  
" Shall pierce the willing Air in Sweet Contention,  
" Raping the willing Ears into Attention,  
" Our Tables shall groan with Varietys'  
" Which may the most Luxurious Palates please.  
" The studied Dishes which shall re-supply,  
" Each vacancy will so invite the Eye,  
" That only with the fight it will satisfy:  
" In fine we'll think that we have lost that hour,  
" That adds not to our Pleasure or our Power:  
With that the People made the Palace Ring,  
Who in their Joyful acclamations Sing,  
Long live Great Charles, Long live our Gracious King:   

At which with Silken Wings Sleep from my Eyes  
Quite disappears, and now away she Flies.    

POSTSCRIPT.  
YOur Pardon Gentlemen, for Faith my Airy Genius was not so trusty, as I imagined, (as I had like to have found to my cost;) For going the other day to hear what News; I was accosted by a Diminutive Bookseller, who came quivering and trembling, (as doth the Earth when Neptune strikes,) and cried Justice; For that he was left out in the preceding Poem: whereas (consideratis considerandis,) he had deserved it as much as any; I told him he should have Justice done: Upon which, I have presumed to subjoin this additional Character.;  
WEll then, to begin with my Gentleman, He is a True jack-a-lent that is so charitable to land a light to others, but himself nothing but a Vapour: And if ever the Devil appeared in our times like a Samuel, it is he: For take him as to his appearance he may be tolerably honest; but when Opus, and Usus, are the case (so it may be privately secured or obtained,) He begs your Pardon, and is a Devil with an Emphasis: That is to say a True Whig: So that like the Apples of Sodom to look on, he may be fair and delectable, but come to the Test is wholly putrified: Take him in his return from a Tavern, he will make an Excellent Lawyer, for he ever makes Indentures as he goes: There is a great disproportion between his head and his glass, the former being ever empty, but the latter full, provided it be at other men's charges: He is an Exact Italian in Carnival Time, one side of him French, and the other Spanish; for when a Whig comes he is True-blew, but if Loyalty appear he is then as true as Steel; So that with the S he follows the Sun, and opens and shuts with that that is uppermost. If we may term a cipher any thing, he may then pretend to be something; for he was ever such in the Accounts of all that have tried him, if so we may soon sum up all that concerns him, which in short may be thus: Newgate (as long as he lives) is The Golledge he belongs to, whither he hourly expect; to be sent for, in order to be matriculated, The Gallows when he dies) his unavoidable Receiver, and Hell (after his Exit,) his most certain Ne plus ultra, where he will undoubtedly cheat Pluto, (as he did all that dwelled with him upon Earth,) for Quivering, Shaking, and Gnashing of Teeth, he hath so familiarized himself to here because he hath resolved they small be no punishment to him hereafter. But more particularly;  
As to his Parentage, he was begot by Proteus on a Chameleon, and for his Religion it is to choose: for he'll Conform, Perform, Reform into any Form, so as he may be Vicar of Bray, (that is, so as he may be kept from breaking,) yet to give the Devil his due he is so Religious, that he never awakes but with this Godly Litany in his mouth, from unfilled Canns, and empty Bowls, Libera me; for full ones are now as Natural to him as a Cittern is to a Barber, which, rather then want he would choose all the Plagues of Ae●gip: He is resolved to Sympathize with his Trade, and hath therefore bound himself up in Sheep Skin, (and is a Sot) in Folio: He is such a super-annuated Sardanapalus, that I Question if the Plague was a Woman, whether he would stick to Court it, for so, 3 might be saved (i: e: himself, Bacchus, and Vanus) he cares not if the World runs into its Pristine Deluge again.  
In fine, as to his valour it's great. For he is Cousin German to the satire that fell dead at the noise of his own Horn, for going the other day through a Street, his Sword happened to touch his Leg, at which he was struck into such an unwonted amazement, that his Limbs were immediately disjointed and un-nerved: From which perceiving he is never able to disengage himself, I must there leave him Quivering and Shaking till Time itself shall have.  
AN END.