CARMINA COLLOQVIA: OR, A Demonaicall and Damnable Dialogue, BETWEEN THE DEVIL & AN INDEPENDENT.  
Written in the last year of our Freedom: and first of our Bondage, by the permission of God, and Commission of the Devil.  
By Ferdinando Fallall, at Edinburgh.  
And Dedicated to all our friends about Whinfield-knot.  
Flectere si nequeo, superos Acheronta movebo.  
Printed in the Year, 1649.   

CARMINA GOLLOQVIA: OR, A Demonaical and Damnable Dialogue, between the Devil and the Independent, etc.  Devil. 
MY Dear adopted heir, mine only son,  
Thou that hast fought, and all my battles won  
Enlarged my kingdom, and with thousand souls  
Filled up the Catalogue of my sulphury rolls;  
Did not Religion (son) disguise thee right  
To exercise both policy and might,  
'Tis like a shipman's hose, which as you please  
Will any way wrest to give the owner ease:  
'Tis like a shooing-horn that will draw  
Any thing one, and make it seem a law,  
A stalking-horse, where under we may lurk  
Till we have accomplished our intended work,  
'Tis a brave guilded mask that blears the eye,  
And makes a lie seem true, and truth a lie.  Independent. 
I do confess (dear father) you have done  
As much for me, as e'er you did for son;  
For which I vow hereafter for to sac're  
Those deuce to you I own unto my maker,  
And more and more endeavour art and powers,  
T'assure your hopes that I'm obliged yours;  
Yet am I but a passive instrument  
In your wise hands, to perfect the intent,  
The conquest that I won, belong to you,  
And I hold it just to give the Devil his due,  
The Saints of God, although I cannot ill them,  
Yet I by thousands, Rob and Spoil, and Kill them.  Deu. 
And must persist my son, for until they!  
Be beaten down, my Sceptre cannot sway.  In. 
I've ta'en away their darling and protector,  
And (heartless) left them, headless sons director.  Deu. 
But I'm afraid his passion hurt us more  
Than all his actions in his life before:  
It rend our mask, and like t'have laid   
All our Ambushments, and sinister scope,  
So that we now must preach, and prate, and strain  
Both art and arms, t'invest our shape again.  In. 
Fear not (my Sire) our sale tongued brother Lenthall,  
Is a brave tool, I'll warrant he'll invent all;  
Direct but his tongue, (dear patron of our lies)  
And he'll patch up the rent of our disguise.  Deu. 
I doubt it (son) whether the name of King,  
(The peoples I doll) doth a terror bring;  
That a Plebeian rabble should depose,  
Him whom th' Almighty, for Lieutenant chose:  
Or rather (as I guess) cause we pretended  
We fought to have abuses but amended,  
For England's glory, and for Charles His good,  
Not for His Sceptre much less for His blood,  
Have seized the people's judgement, as they dare,  
Their grumbling shows they discontented are;  
Our King beheaded! what harmless Angel smile,  
Can our misgrounded zeal thus far beguile,  
To think our Church and State could be amended  
By killing Him, who should have both defended:  
O horrid folly! where were our wits? our faith  
To credit him who lies, what e'er he saith;  
A Godly zeal, before which we thought right,  
Proves now the Devil, turned to an Angel bright,  
But now enlightened, and advised well  
We him defy that taught us to Rebel;  
Satan no more, nor all his smooth tongued tools,  
At once shall make us traitors, thiefs and fools,  
Thus cries the people, and what  they cry,  
Concludes a hellish act, that Charles should die.  In. 
Tush let them twat, assure but you your promise,  
Unto your famous Deputy Sir Thomas,  
And your dear minion Cromwell, who can speak  
And fight, and preach, by virtue of his beak;  
Keep these your friends (as there's no other doubt,  
And we shall yet bring matters brave about.  Deu. 
Fear not (my child) and that thou better may  
Discern thy friends, and those who me obey,  
In honour of that Nose of Noses, each  
Man's Nose shall be a conduit for his speech,  
And those who keep my laws, and Cromwel's duly,  
Shall dwindle their lies, which a sniveling truly, truly.  In. 
But father you were saying we must preach,  
Tell us what doctrine is most fit to teach;  
We are unlearned, know not what to say,  Deu. 
But I'll inspire you when you preach or pray;  
Thou seest already, I have stopped the mouth  
That did oppose me; look from North to South,  
And there's not any orthodoxal tongue  
Allowed to tell my vassals they're i'th' wrong.  
The way is clear, and that thou mayst do well  
Take from before their thoughts the fear of Hell,  
This lesson taught it quickly will appear  
Who loves God for love, and loves him but for fear;  
And I believe a small Arithmetic  
Will tell the number that to God will stick,  
For from the guilt, take punishment of sin  
And love of God will not restrain 'em in:  
This to do better take a way the Law  
Give them the Reins, force not but slyly draw,  
The Law being ta'en away, sin is not known  
And so the game is up, the days our own;  
Tell them that Christ hath died there needs no more  
But a bare belief, the rest may pass o'th' score,  
That heavens their own by letters patent granted,  
And there's no sin can damn the Covenanted:  
Style grossest sins, slips of infirmity  
And Christian duties false Idolatry.  
And hast thou not read how I at first did fan  
My powerful breath into the new made man,  
Who with soft glozes of my palliation,  
Of his estate desired an alienation,  
Because (forsooth) 'twould make free and brave,  
A Leveller with God (before a slave)  
This bait of freedom (by experience tried)  
Hath won me more than all the shifts beside:  
This is, so sweet a morsel that the best  
Shall scarce resist but yield down with the rest,  
And their affections better for to steal,  
Tell them his God your Doctrine doth reveal  
Enthusiasms, and soul sweeting sense,  
And couched in fair, yet sniv'ling eloquence,  
And let the actions (for a season) read  
As you were Gods Ambassadors indeed;  
For (I by God's permission) can appear  
Like God himself to those we do not fear,  
This is enough (my son) this will intice'em  
And gold, and glory, to ambition hoize 'em;  
That cast them headlong to my horrid vault  
Where I remain just for the self same fault.  In. 
What are the Presbyterians, their opinion,  
Belong not they wholly to your dominion?  Deu. 
Yet, they're mine own, yet I have more ado  
To compass one of them then two of you,  
They play with bait as though they would be gone,  
But thou canst swallow aught (mine only son)  
He is the bastard, thou the lawful heir,  
He may be reft but thou'rt entailed here;  
I'm father to you both, but this in worst  
Thou with myself, but he abroad was nursed;  In. 
Now I'm resolved yet I had like forgot  
Last summers opposition to the Scot,  
For as two brethren living both together,  
May fall at variance even about a feather,  
Yet when a stranger comes to injure either  
They then unite fraternally together;  
So when the Royal party came against us  
We differed not, but jointly both advanced us  
In opposition to the right, (truly)  
Enstiling them the common enemy:  
But brotherhood is strong, and I surmised  
We still were so, but with false names disguised,  
But father tell me, there's a rumour flying,  
Which be it true our comforts are a dying,  
How Charles the Second wi●h his Royal band  
Prepared are, for to invade the Land,  
To assume His lawful Crown, and Regal rod,  
To beat down thee, and thine, and set up God,  
To give the Laws both Civil and Divine  
Their proper vigour, and to cancel thine;  
This's the result of neighbour Nations all,  
This must thou quash, or take a beastly fall.  Deu. 
Fear not my child, I seldom yet did fail thee,  
When the true Royalists came for to assail thee,  
Yet thou must know my son (to both our grief)  
I'm but a servant, not a Lord in chief,  
Our maker dread in the Almighty's chains,  
At his freewill, my purposes restrains,  
But I'll endeavour if he give me way  
To act my part within their second play,  
Where God hath sown his wheat, I'll sow my tares,  
Pride and ambition, and a thousand cares,  
But yet (alas) I woefully presage  
They will retort against me all my rage.  
To London they in triumph great will come,  
And place King Charles upon His Father's Throne.  In. 
Why truly this is sad, yet I desire  
Your diligence might quench this kindling fire:  
We all are yours you know, what do you doubt  
That any of us may chance to face about?  
That you so short a period have set  
Unto our reign? what do you fear your net  
's not strong enough to hold your hampered slaves?  
Must all our trophies turn into our grave?  Deu. 
Remember (son) that thou hast reigned long,  
And vengeance only unto God belong;  
The cries o'th' poor, Widows and Orphans tears,  
Have scaled the heavens, and pierced th' Almighty's cares,  
Fight dog, fight bear, I weigh it not a chip,  
What's that to me, I have thee now o'tho ' hip;  
Thou like a Tyrant, long enough hast swayed,  
The Feast is pleasant till the Reckoning's paid:  
But I'll away, and to their Counsels hie,  
And I'll assure thee live until thou die:  Deu. 
Far ill, far well, adieu,  In. 
Nay father stay  
Set me on work before you go away,  
I'm dutiful enough;  Deu. 
Then see my son  
Thy actions in their wont channel run;  
Plunder, sequester, pole, pill, fleece and flay them,  
Use them as Sponges (dried) dispatch and slay them  
With sudda in death, the lives of Nobles stop,  
But poorer sneak's bleed a way drop by drop,  
And more and more, still as our foes increases,  
So let our rage; as Lizards cut in pieces,  
Threats with more malice, though with lesser might,  
And even in dying, show their living spite,  
And so adieu, until we meet in Hell,  In. 
Both to departed (they say) bids oft farewell.   

Similes Similibus gaudent.  
I To Westminster do direct this book,  
To Butcher Bradshaw, and his turn-spit Cook;  
Here may they see their Parent, and the root  
Whence all their Treason first was set on foot:  
For why, the Devil is synechdochical,  
Speaking to one what he intends to all.  
And though I know their Patron's always nigh'em,  
(Because they sit and hold their Charter by him)  
Yet here they may perceive their service past  
Shall be rewarded, either first or last.  
These are the Devils two hands to bring about  
The trophies, of Tom fool and Copper snout;  
And I suppose, so loathe they're to despise it,  
They'll gild my fist with Greeks, and patronise it,  
For God's sake they'll do nothing, 'cause they own  
All to their father Nick, save outward show.  
But if these Tyburn Twins do rage and fret,  
And threat my throat with tying from my meat  
To usher them, then shall they know that I,  
As I have lived, am well resolved to die.  
Thou that art honest, read; thou'rt welcome hither,  
To hear the Devil and's Child confer together;  
And I'm persuaded, all thou here wilt read  
Shall be agnized an Article of thy Creed.  
FINIS.