A SUMMONS FROM A True-Protestant CONJURER, TO Cethegus' Ghost, To appear Septemb. 19 1682. RIse from the Dead Cethegus at our Call, Lend a kind Vote at our Next COMMON-HALL. Thy Voice of old in Rome was deemed Divine, Surpassing, our Grand Patron's, Catiline. " The Ill's we have Committed safe can't be " Without attempting Worse for LIBERTY. Shall we, like Vassals, Fettered be by Law: We, who of nought that's Moral, stand in Aw? Shall we (True Israel) by Saul's humbled be? We, who can scarcely own Theocracy. Brutus was Brave, and his Impulse Divine, When first from Rome he chased the Royal Line, And something liked WE did, ere FORTY NINE. But those BLEST-REFORMATION-DAYS soon past, And C— s RETURN our blooming Hopes did blast. On Bishop's Lands we SAINTS did Freely feed, Till Batt, the Vile Apostle made us bleed. Shepherds and Sheep cashiered; Th' admitted Goats Who led our Flocks astray: till up risen O— O— Grand Retriever of our REFORMATION, SAVIOUR o'th' TRVE-PROTESTING Part o'th' Nation! He taught us by his Blessed DISCOVERY, To form a Method for New Liberty; And to secure a stronger COMBINATION, We mildly styled it an ASSOCIATION. But this Intrigue was stifled in its Birth, And proved th' Abortive of our Teeming Mirth: This Point thus lost, no Favour can we hope, (For Ignoramus, Noosed the JOINER'S ROPE:) And Long'd-For-Commonwealth is this Day lost, Unless Retrieved by Brutus, or thy Ghost. Rise then Cethegus, Dear Cethegus Rise, PYM, HAMBDEN, STROUD, All Brutus dear Allies; From Holy MATCHIAVIL, to more Holy HOBBS, (The Grand DWMVIRATE for Republic Jobs) Rise MILTON, who, to make the Worst-Cause Good, Didst dare Bespatter a Blessed MARTYR's BLOOD: Rise PETER, NOL, SCROOP, SCOTT, Hell's Modern Furies, Meet Sutan, Fire and Brimstone, and WHIGG-JURIES; With ZEAL Hell-hot, outvie VESWIO's Fires, Calcining what against our CAUSE conspires: Without these Aids (no Trust in HOLDERFORTH) We're Gone, Gone, Gone, by C— LAWS, D— N. FINIS. London, Printed for S. B. 1682.