MIDSVMMER'S PROGNOSTICATION Of Pacification and Unity BETWIXT THE KING AND PARLIAMENT. To the joy of the two Twin-Sisters, LONDON AND WESTMINSTER.  
Wherein is expressed, The only and readiest way to settle peace in this our Israel these distracted times, and to bring a happy reconciliation and agreement to this Kingdom, with a steadfast love between His Majesty and his Subjects, This Vacation. 1642.  
Written by Isaac Massy, M. A.  
LONDON, Printed by Edward Griffin. 1642.   

THIS Midsummer's Prognostication.  
AMongst the Papers thick and threefold sent,  
Twixt York and London, King and Parliament,  
Let now a Preacher of God's Holy Word  
One Paper print, A Message from the Lord.  
Go to, there's some would go to ransack Hull,  
And so their stomaches would be pretty full:  
there's others would go ransack Lombard street,  
But fie upon them they shall never meet.  
For what say I now to such hungry souls  
That gape for such unheard of hony-falls;  
Their proper swords must in their guts be sheathed,  
That from their mouths have first such frenzy breathed.  
To Ireland run, ye swordmen that would fight,  
Turn ye, take leave, and bid this land good night.  
We have a promise made to Protestants,  
Peace is extended to supply our wants.  
The love of peace good protestants unites,  
God is our peace; and nothing must affright's.  
Christ is our peace, of peace the Counsellor  
Preacher of peace, of peace the practiser.  
He is not angry but with only those  
That are to God, and each to other foes.  
The law's for war, the Gospel is for peace,  
We of the Gospel have a lasting lease,  
Called Gospelers of old, who hath not seen  
That such the protestants of old have been.  
They took that lease not to expire, 'tis seal'd  
A statute law, that cannot be repealed.  
Now hold together London, Westminster,  
Ye have one name and title gospeler.  
To get the honey bladder from the bees  
The boys in pieces pull them (each man sees)  
Let nothing pull you sisters two, in twain:  
Then I prognosticate ye both shall gain.  
London, and Westminster insectilees  
I cannot liken ye but unto bees.  
You Inns a Court-men, and you Citizens,  
I do prognosticate you shall be friends.  
I speak it seriously I do not jest  
I hold ye past compare above the rest.  
I leave ye both, my callings inclination  
Binds me to be i'th' country this vacation.  
But I have hope next term to visit ye  
In health, in peace, in all prosperity,  
I see so many humble men's petitions,  
The King preventing many propositions,  
I dare be bold now to prognosticate  
We have a working reconciled estate.  
If I be found to drive the lying trade  
Of Almanacs that are at Christmas made,  
I have excuse will answer for me soon,  
I writ mine almanac Midsummer Moon.  
If I by chance am come into the fashion  
Of being mad, it is less imputation,  
Than to be mad at Christmas in cold blood  
When to make lies in print is fare from good.  
But I may make a nigh and neighbour guess  
And if I err my error is the less.  
Because 'tis good to have adventured  
Although success should be unprospered.  
'tis Petermasse, John Baptist, Midsummer,  
To be of future good a harbinger,  
'tis sign of health, observe me in this tune  
If ever you felt cooler month of june.  
Or saw more plenty furnishing the earth  
Or hasting more to come to timely birth.  
'tis Saint john Baptists holy Almanac  
Whereof at this time I presume to crack.  
Both for the cooling rain that fell that day  
And for the wind that sweetly blew away  
The sickness, that is feared, and was so fell,  
It is asswagde, allayed, and lessened well.  
'tis little spoke of, all things promise fair,  
To Citizens of nature Debonaire.  
Bring forth your treasures hid, you that have store.  
They do repent, that be not warned before.  
You that have Country houses and will go  
As I have said above, forespeaking so,  
List what I say, attend you every man  
I greet you with the luck of Jonathan.  
That God, which went with David's friend, the good  
Prince jonathan, who clean did rid the wood  
Of all the thiefs (before that worthy man  
Fled all the rogues, the host Philistian,  
Whilst God with honey jonathan did greet  
From tops of trees the honey to his feet  
Did drop, like amber from outlandish trees  
The honey sweat from the laborious bees.)  
That God with sweets bedew your country ground,  
The choicest wellcoms for you there be found,  
Where you intent in solemn recreation,  
To pass the time of this next long vacation.  
And for the rogues that robbers here would be,  
Let them, like Philistims to tyburn flee.  
That is a guerdon due, their just reward,  
Who would have others from their own debarred.  
But now for you that daily study how  
Your private state may to the public bow,  
And how you may the rusty things refine  
In Church and state, that no man may repine,  
The Lord that gives both hearts and hands to work  
Put ends to rigid writings that do lurk  
In woods of paper leaves, there is no end  
Saith Solomon, of making, much to mend,  
Of many books, one humble supplication  
May get of these a little relaxation.  
God bless the happy hopeful Parliament,  
God grant in some things that they may relent,  
An intermission make of rigid writing,  
'tis said, there is no end of much indigh thing.  
Thus I prognosticate, you must forgive,  
And by a pardon general must live.  
The Parliament of some things must remit,  
The King must pardon, and the nail is hit.  
To this conclusion say a loud amen,  
All you that are true hearted Englishmen.  
This is prepared for peace and plenty's meeting,  
That they may have this year a friendly greeting.  
The means you see, the Parliament inventing,  
A bill tothth' purpose, and the King consenting.  
So by the end of this next long vacation  
Our land shall be a quiet habitation.  
Rumours of wars, distractions, all shall cease,  
And then shall be security and peace.  
After a day of raining showry wind,  
A sunshine morning entertains my mind,  
Prognosticating after cloudy times,  
Then comes a pleasure suiting to my rhymes.  
FINIS.