A spy, Sent out of the TOWER-CHAMBER in the FLEET.  

Diogenes-like Argus is sent to spy,  
The sequel tells you both by whom and why:  
If thou canst help him to his wished end,  
Thou'lt prove the Prisoners and thy kingdom's friend.   

Though hard my business, tedious be my way,  
I'll on, and make Return without delay:  
No rest I'll give to feet, nor eyes, till I  
Have done the duty of a watchful Spy.   

If any one there be  
that wants my Spies,  
Let him repair to me,  
I'll spare him Eyes.   
Printed in the seventh year of the author's Oppression, being the 8th year of this Parliaments Reformation: And in the year of our Lord, 1648.   

THE author's NAME.  

H He that would know by whom the Spy is sent,  
E Expect withal to know the Spies intent;  
N Nor need he seek much further, he may be  
R Resolved speedily, 'tis I am he,  
Y Your fellow subject, spoilt, and unjustly spent,   

A And by Injustice am to prison sent.  
D Diogenes-like, My Argus goes to see  
I If any Justice in the Kingdom be:  
S Such is his care; and he doth promise thee  
That HENRY ADIS shall his answer see.    

The author to the READER, upon his Infant-Muse.  
MY Maiden-Muse, whose subject was divine,  
Is now by reason of our unjust time  
With it distracted, all turned into passion,  
As if contention only were in fashion.  
Her fancies that did soar beyond the skies,  
By my undoing, haste to satirize,  
How could she thunder out injustice store,  
In such a strain that ne'er was reached before?  
Did I not curb her in, she'd plainly tell  
Each man his faults, and who do ill or well:  
How could she praise the one, display the other,  
Without partiality, though 't were my brother,  
Or best of friends, the nearest of my kin?  
She so detests and hates that hell-bred sin.  
How doth she blush to see God's Image, Man,  
By his injustice like the devil to stand!  
Perverting Truth into a shamefully,  
How much laments she when she hears men cry  
They 'r Plundered, robbed, and spoiled of all they have,  
and of a freeborn Subject made a slave.  
Life, Liberty, Estate, and kingdom's Law  
by greatness too unjustly kept in awe.  
This moves her passion, makes her grow unruly,  
and now I taste her disposition truly:  
How froward is she, waspish, in the Pet,  
to see that Christians worse than Heathens set  
Themselves to rob their God, of these his due,  
Justice and Mercy, only by which two  
Most glorious Attributes he's pleased alone  
To make himself to us most clearly known?  
Beshrew them for disturbing of her rest,  
for she for heaven and heavenly things was pressed:  
If thus in Infancy she's forced to chide,  
in riper years who may her taunts abide?  
For in her youth if she such frowns do show,  
in older age she needs must rougher grow.  
And now her passion's raised, 't is not in me  
to moderate or allay it, till she see  
True justice done, and I from Prison freed:  
the which, that it be gained with greater speed,  
I beg thee gentle Reader, press and cry  
for justice, as if thou thyself didst lie  
In my Estate, from which thou canst not be  
till better Justice done, secured or free:  
It is a general good, be then inclined  
to have the ruined Prisoner in thy mnid:  
For what thou dost for him, thou'lt plainly see  
is for thyself, and thy posterity.   

The author's CHARGE TO HIS Argus.  
QVick sighted Argus haste, Make no delay,  
Like to the lion, greedy of his prey,  
Range far and near, in every corner spy  
Where justice innocent may lurk or lie:  
For sure I am he's hid, and hath not been  
In this our Climate scarce these seven years seen.  
The noise of Drums, and Guns, the smell of Powder,  
Or Match, our canonshot, which are far louder.  
Or our innumerous tearing Ordinances,  
The horsemen's clattering arms, or horses Prances,  
Our thunderings, blunderings, plunderings every day,  
I fear have scared him from us quite away.  
Sweet Argus haste thee, and perform the charge  
That I do give thee: Thy commission's large:  
And be not absent from me many years,  
To raise in me new Jealousies and Fears;  
But take it as a branch of thy Commission,  
To act thy careful part with expedition:  
Continue faithful, prove as true as steel,  
Constant, like him that turneth fortune's wheel.  
Remember Juno's bird, and never be  
Deceived again by any Mercury:  
Let no deluding music more enchant thee,  
Nor Threats, nor frowns of any greatness, daunt thee:  
I do conjure thee to perform the trust  
In thee reposed, be faithful, true, and just:  
Be watchful, careful, let no eye be sleeping,  
But all employed, in every corner peeping,  
Where any probability may be  
That justice lurks, or thou just acts mayst see.  
Haste to th' Army, to th' headquarters high:  
Search out the Reformadoes where they lie;  
Be frequent at their quarters, learn if they  
Have not connived, and let h●m steal away,  
Who if h' add stayed, and wars been hust and left,  
Their often plunderings had been proved plain theft;  
Inquire amongst them if they do not know  
That he was banished th' Army long ago  
Before this Model, if he exiled, then  
Why should we seem to blame these other men  
For not performing what they have declared?  
In Conscience than these men may well be spared.  
But shall I tell thee Argus the conceit  
That came into my musing troubled pate?  
I fear those Members lately sent away,  
Banished Him first, and after durst not stay.  
But to thy charge, post further into th' West,  
There take what speedy course thou thinkest best  
To find him out, but ere thou further go,  
Take some instructions how thou Mayst him know;  
Be not mistaken, 'tis not every he  
That sits in justice seat, that just will be,  
Thou seest it proved true, thou know'st how I  
Have suffered in a Court of Equity:  
How I am ruined, and turned out of all,  
And yet turned in again to bondage thrall  
bereaved of house, and goods, and remedy,  
And as unjustly caused in goal to lie.  
Which maketh many think that I have spent all,  
Truth is, I'm ruined by unsavoury Lenthal.  
That partial judge, who with his Janus face,  
Relents no wrongs, blusheth at no disgrace,  
Whose wills his Law, and be it right or wrong,  
He'll still be taking part with them that's strong,  
Who lately went to th' Army, 'tis well known,  
Which was disliked by many of their own:  
And when Sir Thomas printed forth his praise,  
The People could not hope for better days,  
When as this Machiavel is so detected  
For his injustice, yet is still respected,  
And honoured as the Kingdoms dearest friend,  
When as his aim is nothing but self-end.  
Whose actions are so vile, so foully base,  
That they do live engraven in his face.  
His greatness, nor his power cannot blind them,  
But all the Kingdom both remark and mind them,  
Whose powerful influence flows to such a rate,  
That our inferior Ministers of State  
Dares not to cross, nor his injustice alter,  
But rather with him by injustice falter.  
Who by his power doth hope to beset free  
From that injustice they bestow on me.  
Argus' be wise, and be not easily charmed,  
Forewarned be, as thou art now fore-armed,  
Observe the marks that I shall give to thee,  
To know true justice from partiality.  
A reverend judge is he whom thou dost find  
Thus qualified in outward act and mind,  
This is his wish, and in his heart 'tis treasured,  
To have his greatness by his goodness measured:  
He's one that doth appear to thee and me,  
None other then he'd have us both to be.  
And yet this is his care, his greatest fear,  
Lest he prove other than he doth appear,  
True Justice cannot one thing seem to be,  
And yet prove other, that's hypocrisy:  
And as his heart's inclined to give content,  
So are his outward acts as innocent,  
Like to his emblem, thou shalt clearly find  
To all respect of Persons he is blind,  
His ears are open all complaints to hear,  
And from bribe taking both his hands are clear  
In one a tickle balance thou shalt spy,  
To weigh all differences with equity,  
A two edged sword there doth possess the other,  
To cut as well to stranger as to brother  
His equal due, such is his circumspection▪  
The innocent to shroud by his protection  
From all abuses, but the nocent he  
Doth punish with as much severity:  
In fine, he gives no leave to me or you  
To cozen any of his real due:  
He is endowed with virtue, and such art  
That he divides to each his equal part  
With innocence, without Partiality.  
And if thou chancest such an one to spy,  
Take Eagles wings if thou be'st in the West,  
And bring me word, for they will speed thee best,  
And as quick Titan in his course doth high,  
So do thou quickly cut the starry sky,  
If in the East thou find'st such creatures are,  
Get up betimes, haste with the morning star,  
And with Aurora's light let me have word.  
This Phoenix if the Southern part afford,  
Call to this welcome sight swift Mercury,  
And whilst his senses ravished are to see  
This seldom seen, strip off his swifter wing,  
And post away to me the news to bring,  
By which thou shalt his cunning equalise,  
When he bereaved thee of thy hundred eyes.  
If in the cold and ruder North thou find  
This Heaven-bred creature, swiftly be inclined  
To make thy speed, which that thou Mayst improve,  
Go hire the wings of that swift Scottish Dove,  
And soar my towering Ark, and there present me  
With that, which nothing better can content me:  
This Olive-branch alone is that will press,  
And give both me and all the Kingdom ease.  
But ere thou com'st away, incline his heart  
To stay till thy return, and not to part  
From that his residence, do thou entreat him,  
And in these gentle begging words bespeak him.  
Sweet Justice, thou great stranger in our Land,  
By whose great power all Kingdoms firmly stand  
Under their great Creator, thou art he  
That canst annihilate our misery.  
And canst restore the wronged to right again,  
And glad the hearts of discontented men,  
Who by Jehovah's power canst with a smile  
Both King and People forthwith reconcile:  
Who canst unlock the prisons, and canst see  
The many poor oppressed, subjects free:  
Where hundreds are enslaved this instant hour  
By tyranny and arbitrary power,  
I do conju●e thee now, as thou art true,  
That hence thou part, nor bid this place adieu,  
Till I but carryword, and come again  
With thousands of poor discontented men,  
Who are bereaved of all for want of thee,  
And brought to slavish woe and misery.  
If thou didst view our discontented land,  
Longer thou couldst not thus remotely stand:  
Didst thou behold thy judgement seat abused,  
Thyself disgraced thy name profanely used,  
By those that are not what they seem to be,  
Surely thou wouldst no farther from us flee,  
But rather haste to vindicate thy name,  
And to restore thyself, thy ancient fame,  
To terrify that crew that have abused thee,  
And thus disgracefully so long have used thee.  
If thou with confidence these words canst say,  
I am assured he cannot then away,  
For when the poor oppressed to him cry,  
He must in justice give them remedy,  
Nay 'tis his kind, This makes him justice be,  
To right the wronged, to set the bondman free,  
To ease the heavy burdened and oppressed,  
And mercy show to him that is distressed:  
If he be justice just, he will be be known  
The only He the poor man's cause to own;  
Else he must cease from what he seems to be,  
And then he is not what he shows to thee:  
Therefore if he shall seem to slight thy speech  
When thou dost press, entreat, or thus beseech,  
Or else pretend some other weighty thing,  
Either for People, Kingdom, or the King:  
Believe him not, though he make protestations,  
Vows, Covenants, and several Declarations:  
Though he pretend Religions purity,  
And that a very Saint he seems to be,  
In observation of each fastingday,  
Or by the Spirit though be seems to pray,  
Though he be zealous to destroy the cross,  
And blot out names of Easter, Lent, and Mass,  
To banish superstitious holidays,  
Or Christmasse. With fingle-fangling Rosemary and bays,  
That root and branch hath pulled the Bishops down,  
That Presbyters alone might wear the Crown,  
Of government, or if the only he  
That standeth most for Independency,  
And yet neglects the poor man's cry to hear,  
All his religion's va●n, 'tis plain and clear,  
He wants the fear of God, and Charity,  
And all his shows are but hypocrisy:  
Believe him not what ever his pretences,  
Let him not cozen nor delude thy senses.  
Too many such we have, 'tis too well known,  
That makes both me and thousand subjects' groan,  
Who hears, and sees, and knows our misery,  
And can give ease, yet suffers us to lie;  
Such is their sordid baseness, whose self ends,  
Is how to pleasure greatness, and their friends  
To raise to honour for the time ensuing,  
Though by their Princes, and his people's ruin.  
As for my Trustee, he on whom I doted,  
To deal for me, to greatness is devoted.  
Who when I told of this my rued story,  
He answered me, I was too peremptory  
To send to him to help these my decays,  
Who gives me over, and my trust betrays.  
I charge thee once again, believe not these  
Who Justice slights, themselves alone to please:  
And will not mercy show, but pass them by  
As those ordained for woe and misery.  
And forthwith post both North, and East, and South,  
And as thine eyes, so open wide thy mouth,  
And send out Proclamations, Hue and Cry,  
If any one that see him passing by  
Can bring thee tidings of him, he shall see  
By thousand prayers himself rewarded be,  
And shall be counted as ●is kingdom's friend,  
Her differences and discontents to end:  
The Kingdom than shall flourish, and the King  
And People, shall enjoy their own again:  
And then the King shall into favour take him,  
And as he's good, so he as great shall make him,  
And crown him with an olive wreath, and then  
The ruined Subjects all shall cry Amen.  
And thus it shall be done alone to him  
That Justice brings to Kingdom, and the King.  
FINIS.   

Argus his EPILOGUE to the Reader.  

A A Trustee I am made, thou seeest I'm sent,  
R Resolve I do, and 'tis my full intent  
G Great care to take to find out Justice clear,  
V unless he quite forsaken hath our sphere:  
S Such love I bear him who in prison lies,  
ARGUS will not be sparing of his eyes   

T To search and seek to note, to pry and spy,  
O Observe, and Mark, I'll lend each place an Ey,   

T That so, if any place will Jus afford  
H He that hath sent me forth may have quick word.  
E Each house I'll slyly pressè, and each Committee,  
The greatest both in Parliament and city.   

R resolved I am to try my utmost skill  
E Each day and hour, till I have viewed my fill:  
A And as I find each place to Right inclined,  
D Distressed Adis shall impart my mind:  
E Expect it speedily, I'll not delay,  
R. Reader farewell until some other day.    

Errata. In the fifth marginal Note, for Justice Parker, read Justice Carter. also in the same pag. l. 28. r. Fore-armed be, as thou art now forewarned.  
As also these following 6. lines, after the aforesaid line,  

'Tis not the Judgement-seat, the reverend Gown,  
The judge's countenance, his smile or frown,  
Nor is it greatness makes the sentence just:  
In all, or any of these, repose no trust:  
Let none of these thy clearer eyesight charm,  
for than thou'lt bring me but a false alarm.   
In the 2d following pag. l. 17. for press, r. please.   

WHereas this Author, Henry Adis, late of Covent-Garden upholder, being imprisoned in the Tower chamber of the Fleet, by an arbitrary power: and most unjustly turned out of his house, and ruined by that powerful Man of our times, the honourable William Lenthal, Esquire, not as he is Speaker of the Honourable House of Commons, but as he is a Commissioner for the custody of the great Seal, and Master of the Rolls. And being denied the benefit of going abroad with his keeper by him (though petitioned for) so that he cannot have any benefit of his Trade and Customers, who for the present relief of himself, his wife, and three small children, was lately enforced to publish in print some of those Arts which it hath pleased God to endow him with; amongst which are these ensuing, which have been found very commodious and beneficial to all that have used him therein, viz.  
He hath found out a new way by fire to purge out all manner of grease, wax, oil, or other spots of sweet meats, Ale, Beer, or Wine, or any other filth or soil, out of wearing apparel, or other things, without slabb'ring or wetting them, so that the colour shall not be thereby endangered, though not in grain, and with that expedition, that if he have a suit over night, it shall (if necessity require) be restored by the next morning completely cleansed, and as well over all the suit, as the spotted places; so that the whole garment shall be well nigh as fresh as at first: and as speedily all clothes of Leather.  
He also cottoneth Frise, Bayes, or Penistone in garments, without taking them to pieces: and also raiseth a wool upon Cloth or stuffs in suits that are not too low worn upon the thread; so that if he have a suit but about half worn, he bringeth it to a very good perfection; yet if never so low worn, he so cleanseth and ordreth it, that it may be long worn with credit.  
By the foresaid Art he also doth as much in Silks, satins, taffetas, and Velvets, as ever was done by any, to cleanse it from grease, wax, or oil, which he doth in wearing apparel, or otherwise.  
By which Art also he refresheth silver and gold lace, or fringe upon wearing apparel, beds, or other things, though never so black and tarnished, and bringeth it to a very good lustre, and to continue long.  
All which by reason of the expedition and easy charge hath and will be accounted very commodious for people of all ranks and qualities; especially those who are desirous to wear their apparel neat and clean, and are not willing in these distracted and hard times to make new, or bestow much in altering those they have.  
He also scoureth, refresheth, and mendeth all sorts of Tapestry, Turkey-work, or Needle-works, and riddeth them clean from moths.   

 

 
* In his Epilogue.   

 
* I speak by woeful experience.  
* And lay down arms.  
* So I shall prove him.  
* As justice Hooker justice Parker, the sheriff of Middlesex, and Klinkerd the bailiff of Westminster, but of them at large in the Spies answer.  
Or Christmas.  
* M. Bell Burgess of Westminster, but more of him in the spies answer