Tailor's physic has purged the devil. OR, The devil has got a squirt, and the simple, seam-rent, threadbare tailor translates it into railing Poetry, and is now soundly cudgeled for it. By Voluntas Ambulatoria. Such is the language of a beastly railor, The devil's privi-house most fit for tailor. Printed in the year 1641. 1. A view of the transformed devil which rose up to John Tailor when he viewed the Answer of his book. OH! the wonders of our age; wherein Poets turn devils; not only incarnate to themselves, but in horrid, hellish shapes, to seduce the simple, (Am I sleeping, or am I waking?) What a sudden change is here wrought? even now, he that was presented to mine eyes in a tub of Lees: an infernal spirit, a Poet of Bacchus, drowned in his own element, is now, by his distempered quill become a sad spectacle: The monster appearing to him distracts his thoughts with fears; andirons, pots, platters, all are thrown about. And in this deep passion, after some sad hours, he falls down as one dead: Satan in a transformed shape sits upon him, shakes him with his claws, and bids him rise up, for he had employment for him, and he would furnish him with help enough to aid him against the truth, and true professors. Oh! how may I call him, and recall him to view his Anagram, justly drawn from his own name? ( a John Talour the Poet. ART THOU IN hell, O POET?) If the devil use such tricks, he will soon crush his bones. But why dwell I so long on such discourse? let him (and such who like it) have recourse to these infernal furies, raising up such misshapen, diobolical inventions, which I defy, yet I pity him. 2. His pedigree, far inferior to mine. Let him acquaint his Hags, their power cannot blot out my fame: let him repair to his dunghill-parentage, and view that unfortunate breast that gave him suck: let him look back to his swinish breeding. What will all these do? let him look on me, or let his silly coxcomb search the herald's office for my Predecessors, where he may easily find b We have three golden wheat sheaves from our progenitor John Walker of Bredsall in Derbyshire, an ancient famous house. the golden Wheatsheaves, from which I sprung; even those who were the succourers of their Countries poor, and scourgers of such sturdy froth and trash as his behaviour doth express to us. 3. His disposition. What disposition can be more vain, then to study; talk of, and be employed in lascivious, wanton, whorish bawdry? And the heathenish simple sot cried out once, that his Poetry would not bring in enough to feed a Cat, which drove him to be beholding to the Westminster lasses, both for bed and board. And such was his case also, when the sign was so high in Virgo, that his troubled thoughts made him to resolve to suffer both his horse and cloak to lie in lavender, instead of litter. But his courage was afterwards cooled, when being almost famished, he eat two loaves of bread before he once said grace, and falling aboard upon the third, slipped away with a whole dozen in his breeches; I could never hear that he paid for them since. What a vain office did he bear to be the bawd's Poet, though he did her such c Because it induced to the greater pay. profitable service, by scurrilous, oily sonneting, and pandrall Poetry, to stir up luxury in the clients; yet sure he was mightily out of favour with Mistress wagtail, when she grew so pocky proud, that she would not let such scabs as he come near her, though he was so careful of her, that he provided her a d After he was tired with her. thief to wait upon her. 4. The Encounter. It is not my custom to fill the people's ears with lying fancies of my own invention; I want not truths to beleaguer a corrupted Poet; like the host of fleas that turned his skin to a motley die, where being forced to stay till the next morning, his heels delivered him out of the constable's hands; and I do verily believe, if his heels do not now help him, he will scarce scape with a Pillory recantation, confessing this abuse, as openly, as he did to Master Hilton of Daintry, promising endeavour to make e 〈…〉 amends. Such an encounter he had when the Scotch lice would not let him sleep. Well, he is now become a student of the f 〈…〉 lubberly sciences, but he sold his Boat first; need breaks through stone walls; he was ashamed to look his friends in the face— after. I take not seven days, nor scarce half seven hours to bring forth my Ante-Reply for the press; wherein I do defy such devilish anointed language as he useth, though g Or rather his brother for him. he only turned B●tes instruction into his own infernal language; and therefore, as once he said, he may justly fear, that no wise man would be his Patron to such books which are usually stuffed either with hellish language, or whorish bawdry. 5. His Religion. I must confess I do not take him for a substantial Papist, but rather like Ps●phos birds to prattle any thing that he is taught. Something he would say of Christianity, and he buzzes in our ears, like a humble Bee, as if he thought of Charity, but falls so deep into ethnical and diabolical language, more expert than any scold or fishwoman at Billingsgate. Had he showed either wit or learning in his railing lines, either good-manners, or humanity, I would have graced him in this ante-Reply with my name; but since his message was from Satan, I send him only the whip, without the balm; yet let him be convinced, and h For I bear no ill will to the man, but against his 〈◊〉 〈◊〉. I will perform to him any office of charity. How many are those echoing voices, crying shame with me against him and his Zoilous language, who Hydra like, hath doubled his hellish venom, in raising of horrid monsters! He would seduce us to believe that Popish Rites are but good manners; despising those that labour for Reformation: and such is his devotion, as if hell were mingled with his ink. And his i Master Bates. Informer, according to Satan's promise, wrought a project for him, who being with me in prison, stole away my Bible, my only companion, and most irreligiously pawned it for k A quart of Me●h●gl●● and a 2 d. cake. ten pence, and deprived me of it about two days, before I knew where it was. 6. His hypocrisy. How full of hypocrisy his lines are stuffed, are by clear judgements easily discerned; and such is his custom, to mask his own deformities with hypocrisy, as if he were an Essene amongst the Nazarites, and an Essidon amongst the Lascivious: he can lie in Canterbury's bosom in the Tower, and defy him when he is scourged for it. 7. The Church persecuted by water. As the great Archbishop of Canterbury is justly imprisoned, for tormenting and corrupting the Church in this our island; so I doubt not, but ere long, the same noble senators, will serve this furious water-Rat, for vexing the Church upon the water. 8. His weakness in judgement. The Pitho●ist terms me a Cerberus; he would have said a Capareus, who bewrayed the thief that robbed the Temple. Indeed he had need to go to school again, to learn to spell; he writes an Anagram of my name, but he puts in * That is no news with him. LIE, and leaves out y, and so makes a simple compound of his own nature: if he will see a true Anagram of my name, he may find it l ●●. ●. heavenly K.R. the last line of my book, which is a riddle to him and his infernal study: he takes upon him to censure and reprove what I have writ; but poor idiot, he cannot understand it, he dare not encounter with any particular therein expressed, only like a Judge in the prelate's Court, condemns all before either trial or examination: his Informer furnished him with all my books, and helped his simple coxcomb to understand as he was able; and after all, he makes an exclamation against that in general, which he doth not understand at all in particular. I am not ignorant what honour I should do him, should I grace him with my name to an answer to one so ignoble; but I scorn it, to show my guilt-spurs to such a dunghill-cock. 9 His horrible lies. This raged Taylor, audacious railour, would make us believe that his lying Pamphlet was writ three years ago, which was twelve months before Samuel m Which is the great part of his book. How preached that Sermon: did the devil tell him a year before that such a thing should be; he knew not of it himself. So he tells us of a base lie of the Maid looking at a lion in the Church, a most abominable lie, invented of hell; not like those truths which Fenn●r will prove in my answer, and himself cannot deny. And if I should lay open all the abominable, hellish lies, and ethnical inventions of his noddle, I should strike the world into too great amazement. I only do desire that he may stay Until his cause be ended, and not run away. 10. My sincerity to England. My allegiance to my royal King; my sincerity and real submission to that honourable Assembly, to the godly laws of this Land, and my love to the Church and State, is well known to those that ●now me; (I pray God make me faithful in his service and worship): Do not those several books pre●ented to the members of that honourable Assembly express the same, whose favours I have tasted of; and the God of heaven look upon them and bless them. 11. My humble Petition to 〈◊〉 P●liament. Most noble Senators; my humble Petition to your Honours is to cast your eyes on this saucy fellows audacious lines, and take into your lordship's considerations these four particulars; 1. Whereas your lordship's petitioner expressed (long since) in a book, the just censure of the Earl of Straford, this Poet answers it with railing lines, thus: For though unhappy Strafford be struck dead, They mount him up a cockhorse sans a head. And this most precious youth, with tongue & pen Is chief amongst the devil's serving-men. 2. That your Lordships would be pleased to make this impudent fellow to explain himself, what he means by the tongue of Saye, (the Lord Saye is my honourable * It is easliy perceived that this rascail doth strike at religion, abusing such Pillars. Lord and noble friend, whom I pray to the God of heaven ever to prosper and bless. His words are these, And with mock●●● mouth and judgement Rash, And tongue of Saye, thou'lt say all is but trash. 3. What alteration of these swaying times he 〈◊〉, which he said he hopes to see, than he will write in the behalf of that part which now he dare not, as he would. 4. Who he aims at in those scurrilous lines he sent to the Basketmaker, terming men puritans and crapeard-slaves, &c. 12. An Exhortation to John Taylor to repent and call to mind the example of his dead wife. Sudden death is a fearful execution to unrepentant sinners; therefore in all humble manner, I do heartily desire John Taylor to call to mind the sad spectacle of that black tragedy; whilst his wife was carousing in the tavern goblits; and let him but consider (if the like should befall him) what would become of his soul, if he repent not. Oh how do people flock to my shop, exclaiming against his wicked, unsanctified, disorderly, ungodly life and conversation; but I wish him grace to repent: and thus I tell him as I did before, John Taylor if thou wilt serve God, then assure thyself I am and ever will be V.R. heavenly K. R. After this preparative, expect a * A serious Zoilus quill mixed with Pluto's excrement. bitter pill if thou be'st not well. FINIS.