A Rope Treble-twisted, FOR JOHN TAILOR THE WATER-POET.  
Or Rather For his Malignant friends in London, which make use of his to Name to slander and abuse the PARLIAMENT, and well-affected party, in their Pernicious Pamphlets; and particularly, Mr. JOHN BOOKER, a Man of known honesty, and one who scorns to Calculate for the Meridian of OXFORD.  
Snarl not, Malignants: If you do, here's Rope  
Enough for you, and all that love the Pope.  
LONDON, Printed according to Order, of G. Bishop. Septemb. 27. 1644.   

A Rope Treble-twisted, FOR JOHN TAILOR THE WATER-POET, etc.  
THere is another vile Pamphlet come abroad under the name of John Tayler, the Title running after this manner: John Tayler being yet unhanged sends greeting to John Booker, etc. Now you must suppose that this Pamphlet came from Oxford, or from some such desperate place, that dares own a Treasonous Calumny against the Parliament: But I am confident, that if you wander through those many confused sheets of audacious Aulicus, or those infinite other pernicious Papers, the very vomit and filth of Malignant Presses, thrown at the very faces of the most High and Sacred Senate in Christendom, and you shall find that this piece of Ribaldry framed in London, (I dare boldly say in London) hath outstripped them all: For whereas others have delivered themselves more mysteriously and closely, yet plainly enough; this wretch is more downright than any, and spirits his venom most contemptibly, without fear or wit. I petition The most High and Honourable Court of Parliament, to take this into consideration, and give order that enquiry be made concerning the Author and Printer● It is supposed that the Author of the many-leaved Pamphlet called Sacra Nemesis, should pen it: But whosoever it be that made it, it is evident enough that a London Press sent it abroad: I shall name no body, lest being forewarned they be fore-armed, but remain in silence till a fit opportunity.  
This I have said in earnest; but because it is good now and then in these sad times, to be in jest; we will suppose that very Knave, not merry Knave, John Tailor, to be the Author, and that it might be Printed in Oxford, though it be known it was in London very featly, and madly, and oddly, and ungodly penned and contrived. For it seems this Fox, this Daniel intden, this Scarecrow jack Tayler, strives not so much to clip Mr. Booker's credit with his Popish Scissors, as ●o wound the Parliament, and all those that are well-affected to their Cause and just Quarrel. First he calls the Parliament, A mere Conventicle, or not the shade of a shadow of what it should be My Masters, is it not time to look about us, and visit our new, Oxford in London, I mean the Viperous Nursery in Ald●rsgate street, and her Sister in iniquity upon Holborn-Hill? It seems the Belialists have left off prying into the Controversies of Purgatory, and Limbus Patrum, and the reconciling of Luther, and Calvin, to Bellarmine and Maldonat, Protestantisme to Popery, the Church of England, to the Church of Rome and undertaken another Bellum Episcopale, a wa●re with paper-pellets against honest Mr. Booker, in the behalf of John Tayler, the Water-Poet; or rather in the behalf of Popery: But how can they hope for success now Canterbury their Reverend Father in— halter is like to be hanged? Me thinks his very Diary should be enough to convince the veriest Sot in Fly or Peterhouse. Well, well, Jack Tailor, thou art a brave fellow; for thy Water-works being now of some standing in Bolley's Library the Divines will are long begin to quote thee; for they maintain Controversies for thee already; but their false Comments are too too obscean and railing against the State, savouring more of scurrility and malice, than reason or wit: And on the other side, according to former custom, and the later of Maxims of Parasitical Theologasters, (one whereof was this; That it was better to be a Spaniel at Court for a while, than to Kennel in a College all one's life time) their flattering of the King, Queen, and Court in wicked ways, is as shameful and ridiculous as ever. But I must let them alone (it seems) and stick close to my Single Waterman in the Title page; for it seems the best heads in Peter House will amount to no more but John Tailor.  
I will not ask you, John Tailor, of how long standing you have been in the Malignant Corporation of Peter-house, nor whether you are the Rat that was hanged lately in a Boat upon a ●ar of Oars, or the Ghost of that meanest of watery inhabitants, poor John at Oxford; but I perceive thy writing relishes of his Malignant spirit: Thou strivest to delude, and make as believe the King, the Queen, the Lords, (when I mention them I do not reckon Harry Jermyn) Clergy, University, Army, Magistrates, and Commons, are true Protestant pen-proofe. But why then was his Majesty's Signet in a Commission to the Irish Rebels, to cut the throats of all true Protestants there? and another Commission sent to the marquis of Ormond to make a Cessation with those wretches, which to any man not void of sense and reason, did at the first, and since also Experimentally hath appeared most destructive to the Protestant Cause? For the Rebels by this means, have had leisure so to furnish and provide themselves, that they appear now in the Eield more in number, and better armed, than ever they could possibly have been. How can the Queen be pen-proofe, after all these Murdering and Massacring perpetrated in England and Ireland, by her Counsels, wherein also she was and is a principal Agent, when as in the very height of her pomp and power, she was neither pen-proofe, nor tongue-proofe, even amongst her own Courtiers and Parasites? How many dry jests have been broken upon Her and Harry on the Public Stage? As, I prithee where shall we find Jermyn?— At the Queen's Arms; Add to this the bandy Songs sung ordinarily at Court, wherein Hall and Mall met to make Rhyme; and another beastly Song, not fit for a woman's ears; which if any of that Sex can delight in, a man may guess at the Constitution without Calculating her Nativity: And because now it is no time to dally, when they dare be so impudently abusive on the other side; as they unjustly charge us with many falsehoods most basely; I think it cannot be amiss to repay them again with truth, though I intended for Honour's sake, if there were any hope of returning, never to have put it to the common view: I will therefore Print Harry's delight, the limber Gentleman (I mean) that road away hence in Spanish-leather boots, with a little more haste then ordinary, having a Parliament Spur in his Conscience.  

JERMYNS SONNET.  
Pox take your Philters, and your Charms,  
No Witchcraft like a Lover's Arms;  
Nor any fond device to bind  
So sure, as cling, and lie close twined:  
A certain Spell, that will Enchant,  
Is off r home, and keep the haunt.  
Then Chemists, out upon your trash,  
Your letter-coniured Balder-dash,  
Your Annulets, charmed bracelets, rings  
Valued with the Crowns of Kings;  
Your Calcined, parcels of dead men,  
sperm caught from Cocks treading the Hen,  
And used I know not how: Pull down  
Your Stills, and ●ease to cheat the Town.  
But let them stand to make Elixir  
For us Madams that cry Quick-Sir,  
Or you'll h●are on't; because we then  
Shall find no differences in Men.  
And will it not be strange alack,  
That since my Lord has a weak back,  
We may not diet him or his Page!  
'Twill put us all into a rage,  
And make us take our Grooms, by stealth,  
To breed base blood i'th' common wealth.  
'Tis fit (Sirs) then, you let them stand,  
To keep the Gentry of the Land  
In able plight, that they may serve,  
As men of the more solid Nerve,  
And strenuously go thorough stitch  
Without a Lever at the breech.   
I hope John Tayler, you will not be angry that I have broached this piece of Closet-conversation: I have printed thus much to show you that her Majesty is not altogether pen-proofe: And I could also make a long Discourse to show you, that neither you Peers, Clergy, University, Army, Magistrates, are Pen-proofe, because they are neither Parliament-proofe, nor Reason-proofe: But my principal aim is to take notice of the many villainies, and intolerable abuses, heaped up in thy vile Pamphlet against the Parliament, and those that are well affected: But as you have a trick of Vilifying such men; so also of Magnifying those of your own party, though never so bloody and desperate. And therefore thou art in great wrath with Mr. Booker for calling Rupert plain Rupert, without addition of His Highness, and for giving him the terms of Saladine and Sarazen, which thou sayest are Turkish Titles; and therefore I say, they are the fittest for him, who hath Murdered and Plundered himself into a capacity for the worst of Titles, to express his Cruelty.  
Thou rail●st against Mr. May, Wither, Britannicus, the Scout, the poor innocent Dove, and sayest that they are not able so much as to scratch or touch thy reputation, or Aulicus and Naworth. Alas, thy reputation is neither to be scratched, nor touched, it was lost long since upon the Bankside: And as for thy Abettors in Ely-house and Peter-house, the wretched unchurched Priests there, they never were in repute any where but at Rome, and the Court; which (by none of the Simplest Conversions) might ver● well have been called the Court of Rome: Aulicus has utterly lost his credit both with friends and foes, in so basely belying the business at York, and setting them to make Bonfires in Oxford for a victory, when the Malignant Forces were shattered into an impossibility of reuniting, and qui e beaten out of the Field, which hath made the Planet Mercury very dull ever since in his Influence, and given a Quictus est to George Naworth, for ever daring to Prognosticate again in the behalf of Popery, Tyranny, and Rebellion against the State. Thou sayest that Naworth never knew of the Printing thy former Book answered by Mr. Booker; but that Pamphlet was part of the fruits of hungry George's old malice, inspired into thy detestable brains: And if thou shouldst fail, every Centurion, that is, every scandalous and Malignant Priest, that deserves a Name in another Centurie, can find a Pen to Apologise for Naworth, and vilify honest Mr. Booker: But it is no small argument of his Integrity, to be ill-spoken of by thee, and them.  
But I shall leave taking notice of any thing else in thy vile, base, and scandalous Pamphlet, besides that filth and venom which thou, (thou Counterfeit John Tailor) hast vomited out against the Parliament. I much wonder that any Press in London should dare to be defiled with such lewd, and abominable stuff, and with what confidence any durst write these words, under the Name of John Tayler, against the State. Your Nick name Parliament doth not only maintain and retain a scattered heard of scribbling villains, but also they do allow must respect, favour, countenance, and means, to him that can lie, rail, and slander most: therefore I conclude, if they were a Parliament, the Sacred Name and Honour of His Majesty should not be suffered to be abused so transcendently (beyond all precedents) but that they would by Law and Parliamentary Authority, send ye all to Gregory's market, and feed Crows with your traitorous mischievous heads, and filthy, treacherous, rebellious, stinking quartered Carcases; therefore no Parliament. And then a little lower these words follow: But as they are, and the condition they now are in, they have no other way of supportation, but what proceeds from the black mouths of your zealous, Atheistical long wound Preachers (or Tantologicall prating Lectures) with the aid of your holy Tribe of accursed Pamphlet-mongers: It is you that, with your spiritual and temporal damnable devotions, and infernal practices, do uphold the usurped dignity of that Idol. Dagon-Senate, etc. Therefore it is no marvel, if they maintain you, for you are the only props that uphold them; when you give over lying, them their Honour will lie in the dust, and when they fall you will be in danger of starving: For as Phocas by the murder of his Master (Mauritius the Roman Emperor) gate the Empire to himself, but was held in an odious estimation amongst all good men, so that his usurped ill got Estate stood tottering, and his life in daily hazard (by the friends of the assassinated Emperor) at the same time, the Bishop of Rome (Boniface) ambitously sought to be chief and Universal Bishop over all Christian Churches, which pride of his was opposed by all the Godly and zealous Bishops in the world: But at last the Murderer Phocas, and the aspiring Pope made a bargain, which was, that the Pope should by his dreadful thunderbolts of Excommunication, the people into obedience with the Emperor; so the Emperor (by force of Arms) would bestow the Primacy of the whole earth upon the Pope; this match was made, and the most significant application of it is, that by as good right as Phocas reigned, by the like right doth Booker's Parliament rule, and by the same right do those forementioned villains, and they may defend each other by murder, Sacrilege, Ambition, Treason, Rebellion, and ruin of this ancient, famous, late flourishing, and now most wretched and miserable England.  
Was ever such language as this vented against the honour of a Parliament! I once more petition that Honourable Assembly, that Order may be given, for the enquiring out the Author and vender of this unreasonable railing paper; and I question not, but they will be quickly found out, to be made an example to others, who drive a trade with these, and such like pernicious Pamphlets; which usually sell so much the better, by how much the more audaciously they dishonour the Parliament. I thoughts Master Booker had set forth a Cordial sufficient to cure all their Malignant sits: But I perceive that the best Physic a veils little without a Method and orderly course: Therefore upon better advice, it is thought convenient, that all desperate Malignants should be thus handled; first, because the Sign is in the Heart, let them blood in the Basilicke vein, Afterwards, 

Rs. Half an Ounce of Spanish Figgs, coddled at Court in an Italian Skillet.  
Of the quint-essence of Cock-sparrows, according to the Queen Mother's prescript, one scruple and a half.  
Jelly of Hartshorn, of jermyns own making, one Dram.  
Protestant Religion, Root and Branch, ana. one handful.  
Plundered Pennyroyal, one bagful.  
Of Time, no less than Three year's Rebellion in Ireland, and as many in England. ana.    
Boil these in as much as you can get of His Majesty's tears of Repentance for bloodshed, over an Oxford Bonfire, the length of a Cathedral Litany: Then strain it through the Cape of Cottingtons' Cloak, and at length season it with a grain or two of Northern News, and so make a a clear purging Potion: Let every stubborn and stupefyed Malignant, that is troubled with a Congelation of Popery in his Brains, drink three ounces of this with due observance, and I question not, but it will purge so effectually, that their bodies will ever hereafter, be the better prepared for Master Booker's most considerable and wholesome Cordial; the use whereof I still commend unto them, as most convenient after this so necessary a Purge.  
FINIS.