PROPHESY, Which hath been in a Manuscript, IN THE Lord Powis' family Sixty Years.  


1647  
ABout the time that I shall be  
Joined unto 2 times 3.   

1648  
And 4 times 10 with 4 times 2  
Amongst us shall be great ado.   
An eagle's Head that time shall fall,  
Scattered will be the young ones all.   


Oliver Cromwell  
Then shall a cipher swell so great,  
His Name 100 takes the Seat,   
And shall do mighty things before  
He is removed off the Shore.  

1658.  
But 10 times 4 with 8 times 6,  
Doth in another World him fix.    

Then quickly after you shall spy,  
The Eagle back again to fly,  
And shall himself bedeck again,  
With Feathers of his Father's Train.  
Then heavy Times shall make men say,  
Oft-times alas and welladay,  
And wish that they a Death might find,  
For something troubles sore their Mind.  
Then after all a Cloud shall come,  
And almost darken quite the Sun.  
And in that time Actions shall be  
Chief carried on by three.  
The Cross, the Surplise, and the Crown,  
Strive who shall put each other down.  
Great Treachery and Bloodshed than  
Shall sweep away great store of Men.   

The Lion and blue Flower shall seek  
Quite to destroy the Heretic Sheep.  
And England shall be hard bestead,  
Before the Mitre hence be rid.  
False Ireland contrives our woe,  
But zealous Scotland doth not so.   

1677  
Begin again at 1 and 6,  
And 10 times 7 gins these Tricks.   

1681  
And for a time shall last full sore,  
Till you may number 1 and 4.   

1685.  
And for 4 more it shall abate,  
To return in an happy sat.   

Then better every day will be,  
But no more— in England see.   


1680.  
When 8 times 8 and 3 times 3,  
With 6 and 1 shall joined be,  
Then shall be sacrificed C.   

In dust shall lie that arrant Whore,  
Disdained of all like to I— S—  
And all her Brats turned out of door.   

J. R. shall into Saddle slide,  
And furiously to Rome shall ride,  
His Principles no longer hid.   

The Pope shall have a fatal Fall,  
And never trouble more Whitehall,  
Nor England's People more enthral.   

And he that chanceth to survive,  
Until the year of eighty five,  
Shall see this Land begin to thrive.    

O England's wonder, which hath never been,  
3 Q— in England shortly shall be seen!  
2 D— shall highly for the Crown contend,  
Each shall bring England's Monarchy to end.  
B— shall fall into contempt and scorn,  
And Gospel-Angels shall our Church adorn.  
If any ask, how this shall come to pass,  
The Fox shall ride the Goose, the Goose the Ass.   
FINIS.