THE REBEL'S WARNING-PIECE; BEING Certain Rules and Instructions left by Alderman HOYLE (a Member of Parliament) being a Burgess for Yorkshire, who hanged himself january 30. within half an hour after that day twelvemonth he and his Sectarian Brethren had murdered their KING. This seasonable Caveat being written by his own hand, was found lying by him in the Chamber where he hanged Himself. ALSO The sudden madness of Sheriff Wilson, a perjured, relapsed, and apostate Alderman of the City of London, who was carried mad from Guildhall, so soon as he had taken the new Engagement, and now desperately seeketh to end his life. With a new EPITAPH on Alderman Hoyle, and a new Ballad on the loathed Life and sudden Death of Sir Philip E. of Pembroke. Printed for the good of the State. 1650. THE REBEL'S Warning-piece: 1. I Confess and acknowledge to all the World, that I have these six years to the terror of my Conscience, sided with a desperate, wicked, ungodly, and Schismatical Faction of men, in this present Parliament, walking in the Name of Independents; who have led me blindfold to this Destruction; first by making me guilty of laying violent hands upon the sacred Person of my KING. 2. To usurp the Power and formality of lawful Justice. 3. Against the Laws of God and Man, to depose him, and imbrue my impious hands in his Royal Blood. 4. Against my several Oaths of Allegiance, Supremacy, League and Covenant, etc. besides the light of my own Conscience, to make approval of all this by signing my hand, or consenting to so high and horrid a Treason, above all that bears the name or thought of wickedness. 5. That contrary to my former Oaths, I have perfidiously signed to the new Engagement, and made approval of a new Government without King or House of Lords, though but for suspicion of some going about to change the said Government, I have been one that have sentenced others to Death. 6. I have been brought to think, I was so perfect, that I was above all Ordinances of God, or Laws of Man, and might myself do what I list, and not give an account for any of my actions to God or Man: and whatsoever I did or should do (though never so wicked and desperate) was already forgiven, and so not accountable for. 7. I have believed that the Soul of Man is mortal, and a mere composure of the four Elements, and at the dissolution of my body, shall return to the first Principles or Elements it was made of, viz. Fire, Aire, Water, Earth, and of no other celestial matter whatsoever. 8. I have believed that it is lawful, where minds cannot sympathize between a Man and his Wife, to put away one Woman, and take another, without any consent of the Temporal or Spiritual Authority; which hath blown up the fire of Lust in my boiling veins, and made me commit Adultery, and Whoredom, etc. 9 I have believed it lawful to Equivocate, Lie, Blasphemy, etc. or to act Regicide or murder on any Person (though never so sacred) to gain myself superiority, and reign over the rest; which hath caused me with ranck-mouthed Slanders to do my utmost to blast the Fame, and Integrity of my late King, his Queen, and their Progeny; and by Ambition, Pride and Covetousness have used all frawdulent ways and means to enrich myself out of the ruins of the late King & his Faithful subjects. 10. I have accounted Chance or success to be my God, and have varied and fitted my evil Principles thereto, acknowledging no other Power, and with the same resolution armed myself to hinder all good in others, and commit any evil myself. Thus walking in this Labyrinth of sin, and crooked Meanders of wickedness my blind guides had led me into, being destitute of a right Guide, having nothing but a false light, in stead of bringing me out, to mind and bewitch me further into more imaginary mischiefs, groping with one hand this way, and the other that way, at last I fell headlong into the deep pit of desperation, the snare of the Devil, and darkness of hell, whereupon many idle Imaginations came hourly into my head, that I could neither, eat, drink, nor take rest; sometimes I thought a man all in black offered me a Knife, and pointing it to my Throat, which presently put me in mind, that to ease my troubled Conscience, it was my best way to out my own throat; whereupon I provided me a sharp Knife, and assayed to do the same about Christmas last, but was then prevented by my servant, and Mr. Peter's, del, and others sent unto me by both the House and the Army, whose Exhortations and Prayers wrought no whit upon me, but rather drove me to greater despair, in which I continued till the Devil presented before me (as in a glass) all my Errors that I had maintained, and the bloody crying sins I had formerly committed, and shown me a glass of wine, seeming to out poison therein, and drink it off: presently I apprehended it must be a poisoned cup, must allay that scorching fire of hell that consumed my blood-guilty conscience; I presently called up my man telling him I was troubled with a Rat that gnawed my writings, & commanded him to buy me two pennyworths of Ratsbane; but my man (observing former distempers in me) came back without, saying the Apothecary questioned what he would do with it; and brought up a Trap in his hand to catch the Rat, when indeed it was nothing but my own rotten, and scared Conscience tearing and devouring my more rotten soul: being out by this time; I became a little quieter, and took Physic for my body, which but prolonged the pains of my soul; sometimes I had some good motions to read, and taking up my Bible, accidentally opened it upon the fourth Chapter of the second Book of Samuel, vers. 10, 11, 12. which when I had read, I presently fell into my old distemper; me thought I saw Judas, Absalon and Ahitophell hanging themselves; pray— I suggested (on the Devil in me) that I could find no rest till I did the same; methought my mind ran presently on the bed-coard, and I did think it a comfort, that I was so well provided; I kneeled down, but could not pray, nor had I power to think of any thing but hell and damnation, so that night I went to Bed; where I no sooner slumbered, but I saw pass by my bed the late KING attended with the Earl of Strafford, the Bishop of Canterbury, the Lord Capel, and numbers before and behind Him bearing Palms in their hands singing this Anthem; He that is faithful to the end, and overcommeth, shall inherit all things, and I will be his God, and he shall be my Son; but the fearful, the unbelieving the abominable, the Murderers, Whoremongers, Sorcerers, Idolaters, and all Liars shall have their parts in the Lake which burneth which burneth with Brimstone and fire. I awaking in a great passion fling myself toward the wall, my arm hanging down between the wall and the bed, and pulling up my hand, brought a piece of the Bed-cord up in my hand which hanged by, which I cut off with my knife and laid by me, and rise up and betook myself to write these few Items, which I leave as a Legacy to those to whom it doth belong. Woe unto you O bloody Cities of London and Westminster, for your Pride hath ruined the King, his children, and the whole Country round about you; Vengeance is now reigning down upon you, because of your sin, you have been both Mothers and Nurses of Rebellion, Cities of Murderers, robbers and Spoilers; therefore because you do spoil, you must be spoiled, and that suddenly, even in less than two full years. Woe unto thee thou black Perjured Parliament, for you have taken upon you the Office of the Almighty, judged, condemned, and Martyred your rightful King over whom you had not the least Power to wrong one hair of that Head you presumed to separate from the body of Gods Anointed, in which accursed blow, you smote off yourselves from the Protection of the Almighty, denied your faith, and are no more Christians but Infidels, more blood guilty than Cain or judas fearful and terrible, shall be your ends before three times three Moons shall go their circuits, you shall be many of you with me, if not by the same manner of death, by a worse. Woe unto you Apostatising and backsliding Army, for you have made many widows and Fatherless you and your Armies shall rot away like dung, you shall be a stink in the nostrils of all People to the world's end. Woe unto thee Fairfax, Cromwell, Bradshaw, etc. ye spared not the Lords Anointed, neither shall you be spared. Thus Lucifer fell; so must you all, and sink to hell. Yours, HOYLE. THe writing of this took him up near till dinnertime, about which time his Landlord came to him, and asked him, if he pleased to come down to dinner; He answered, he was drawing up some Instructions for the Counsel of State, which he must finish by two a clock, yet to cover his desperate intention, bid him preserve him some meat, and sent down Ten shillings to the servants of the house to buy Powder to make fireworks to solemnize the day, which was received thankfully by them, and St. Regicides Holiday made by master and servants, who all went abroad to spend the Burgess of Yorks money, which administered him the better opportunity to hang himself, which before they came in again, (by the help of the Devil) he had effected with a Bed-coard; A fearful Example to all desperate Regicides. Behold! Here is a Warning-Piece for all Rebels, if their Pride will give them leave to ponder the end of this desperate wretch; This foregoing Paper came to my hands by his Servant, which I seriously perusing, thought it worthy the revealing in print; to dehort others from the like, yet finding great difficulty in the Press (which is tied up from delivering Truths in this nature) I at last prevailed with the Printer, (notwithstanding any Act to the contrary,) to Print and publish the same, in which I have not added nor diminished a word; only adding to his own last and seasonable Advice, this Epitaph following. An EPITAPH on Alderman HOYL (a Member of Parliament) who hanged himself January 30. 1649. AHitophel and Hoyle did Counsel well, And so doth Fairfax, Bradshaw and Cromwell, But all against their KING; These did effect That Counsel that Ahitophel did direct; They did pursue with Thousands, smote the King, And their dark Plots did to conclusion bring: Hoyle had no cause as th' other had to swing, Who hanged because he could not kill the KING. What difference is in Traitors, when in despair, They'll hang before the Act, to end their fear: So far from home too! Hadst thou ne'er an Ass To saddle? or did the House deny thy Pass? To set thy own in order? was there no way Thou perjured wretch to stay another day: Thy Conscience the next day might calm, and save Thy Name and Honour from a putrid grave: How desperate was thy Act? how bloody, vain To take a Halter for thy SOVEREIGN'S Rhine. He needs must go (it seems) the Devil drives, Traitors and Rebels ne'er end better lives: Who aims by Treason to usurp a Grown, Unlese his halter holds, he tumbles down; But if they all should hang, 'tis but until With Lucifer they be cut down to Hell. Since which, Row Wilson, a perjured revolted Alderman of London, so soon as he had taken the new Engagement fell desperately mad in their Guild-Hall, the very place he had forsworn himself, and now seeks but the same opportunity as his brother Hoyle, to hang himself. You that with bloody-fraude did scourge and tear Astrea's sides without least dread or fear, Committed now your Prisoner, in irons, penned Up close during your black Parliament, Whilst sweet-liped- fraud, with her divided-face. Acts Justice part, usurps Astrea's place, Whilst Royal CHARLES his sceptre's fling aside, Hell is broke lose, and all her Fiends untyde: But let them do their worst; there's none But Charles can rule in Charles his Throne. Philip the Crabfish Earl of Pembroke, that crope backward to his Honour, and forsaking the head, till he had taken new degrees in the tail, in his sickness dreamt he was in heaven, where he saw the King, who fell upon him, and kicked him out, ask him, what he made there? That the lordly Gemmoner awaking, swore Dam him and Sink him. He had rather go to hell to Col. Rainsbrough and Mr. Pym, then go to heaven to the KING and Cavaliers Because he deserves not an Epitaph, you may be satisfied, to sing his Dirge in a New Ballad, To the Tune of Chevy-Chase: GOds blessing guide our Royal King with Health and Victory, ●nd all his Foes to Justice bring, or else like Pembroke die. 〈◊〉 whose late and I now must write, ●ut all his ●●ng may know, ●he desperate end attends each wight, who ●●●es his Sovereign's Foe. Treason was still his only guide, he steered his Actions by, A Fool he lived, a Madman died, may all the rest so die. The daily Prayer that he made, with Curses were attended, Began with Oaths what ere he said, and with God damn me ended. Now lest the world should misconceive the reason of his death, A brief account I here shall give, what stopped his stinking breath. A Counsellor he long time had, besides his Oldisworth still, By whose advice grand projects laid, and acted by his will. The Devil in man's shape appeared, each Evening at his bed, And every Morn his Knightship reared, and him to counsel led. But now by chance it so fell out, they too Familiar came, And taking leave, ere he went out, for which he was too blame. He needs would stake him by the hand but that proved something warm, which made him curses swearing stand it poisoned all his arm. And tumbling back, the devil by chance troad on his Lordships too, Which cast him in a sudden Trance, and proud his final woe. Both leg & arm did Gangrene strait black as his dirty Soul, A subtle trick it was in faith, and made his heart soon cold. And then upon his bed heed laid, but yet no rest can take, His conscience cries, his souls betrayed even for his money's sake. And now he raves like one distract, or madman out o●s wits, (His brains before long time being cracked, now swears, now prays by ●●ts. No sooner can he shut his eyes, but strait he starts again, Take heed take heed, aloud he cries the King's alive again. His gasping groans Alarms giv● unto his Brethren dear, The cursed crew that yet do live, that they their ends might fear. Mild may take heed, the Scots are co●… the King will hang us all, In England we shall have no room, and great will be out fall. Nothing at all could ease his mind, a Legion him possessed, His treacherous Conscience could no● find one hour or minute's rest. Until at last a Christian Priest, this Jew came to convert, Who had before been long oppressed for being a Loyal Heart. The Common Prayer too must be, the Prayer that he must hear, Which erst so persecuted he, neither must come him near. Which now himself he curses for, and sees his Treasons all, Scarce hoping any Mercy, or Compassion at his fall, Now Rebels all a warning take, of this your Noble Peer, Consider what an end they make that live so dambly here. And Royal hearts be constant still, your Sovereign's Cause 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 The Evening crowns the day, & w●●● reward your present chance. FINIS.