Mrs. PARLIAMENT Her Invitation of Mrs. LONDON, TO A Thanksgiving Dinner.  
For the great and mighty Victory, which Mr. Horton obtained over Major powel in Wales.  
Their Discourse, Desires, Designs, as you may hear from their own mouths.  
Monday 29 of May, in the eight year of the Reigns of our sovereign Lady Parliament.  

Mrs. PARLIAMENT, her Invitation to Mrs. LONDON.  

Dear Sister know, this is the Day,  
On which we ought to Feast and Pray;  
Because the Welsh-men we did slay  
the clean contrary way.   

Now shortly we must Pray ag●n,  
Because we killed the Surrey men;  
Who did assault us, you know when  
the clean contrary way.   By Mrs. Truth principal Secretary in ordinary (protempore) to Mrs. Parliament.  
Printed in the year, 1648.   

Mrs. PARLAMEENT, her Invitation OF Mrs. LONDON, to a Thanksgiving Dinner.  
FOR The great and mighty Victory, which Mr. Horton obtained over Major powel in Wales.  By Mercurius Melancholicus. 
Enter Mrs. London, and Mrs. Common-council. Mrs. London. 
NOW, our good Lord be thanked for this great Victory, which the Righteous under the Command of that holy Saint Morton, have obtained over the wicked, under the Command of those Reprobates, Poyer, powel and Langhorne.  Mrs. Com. Couns. 
'Twas a happy Providence my dear Sister, and much to be admired amongst the Saints, for this will prove the animation of our own party, and the discouraging of our enemies those pagan Cavaliers, who now begin to take arms, and to fall foul on the people of the Lord.  Mrs. Lond. 
Very true Sister, who would have thought of this new distemper, or that our honourable Sister Mrs. Parliament, who was arrived to the very highest pitch of honour and said to herself, I sit like a Queen, and shall know no sorrow, should on the sudden become wretchedly miserable, she whom a Nation courted, offering their lives and estates at her feet, and maintained her for the space of seven years, in open Rebellion and Disloyalty against her head and Husband, she that imagined herself so sure, that no humane strength could shake her, is now become in a manner desolate.  

Like to a Whore, both old, and evil grown,  
She hated is, and pitied by none.   Enter Mrs. Militia a Malignant. Mrs. Mil. 
Hell take this everlasting Parliament, or rather, this incorrigible junto, what a tossing to and fro they make of me; the King my true and only Master must not Command me, (because forsooth) like another Minerva, the fate of new Troy, as once that of the old consists in me, Mrs. Parliament who hath commanded me this seven years (the Devil take her for it) is now wooed by Mrs. London to part with me, and let her another while enjoy me; this she hath (but to her great cost) obtained, and now;  

As at the first, a Royal Prince did own me,  
His Power laid by, seven years the world hath known me.   

A three piled Bawd, to Mrs. Parliament;  
Now Mrs. London's; Cuckolds be content.   Mrs. Lond. 
Look Sister, yonder's that malignant Dame, Mrs. Militia, muttering to herself against Mrs. Parliament, O 'tis a notable Scold and of such force, that she is able to break open iron barricadoed gates, to stand an Army and toss huge Cities in the Air, but I have purchased her of Mrs. Parliament, with a round sum of money, and the truth is, that godly woman, is altogether swayed by Gold, she will do nothing for me without greating i'the fist.  Mrs. Com. Coun. 
'tis very true, experientia docet, for my part had I the money once I freely parted with, moved with my sister Parliaments pious words, I'd be advised ere I gave it away, but I hope well of her, and that with us, she is a Saint by calling; how does Mrs. Militia.  Mrs. Mil. 
Sick sick at heart, of the very same disease, that is now so catching, the Pox, the Plague, and all those cruel maladies Pandora brought on earth to ruin men though all conjoined in one, are not so mischievous.  Mrs. Coun. 
What disease Mrs. Militia.  Mrs. Mil. 
Why? It's called Parliament, the same that hath murdered so many thousands of loyal English subjects, this Mrs. Truth, her Speaker (pro Tempore) well knows, who for her honour hath busied himself, to raise an Anagram, on her name, and to anex an Epigram thereto, 'tis this.   

PARLIAMENT, Anagramma, A TRAP IL MEN.  

Epigram.  
A Trap they are, a Snare unto their Nation,  
Having undone them, by a Reformation;  
A Trap that Satan set, as since we find,  
To fetter Kings, and ruin all mankind:  
A Snare, a Trap, a Pit, wherein we fall,  
And if they live, then must we perish all.  
But yet there's hope, it so, may shortly hap,  
These Traitors, shall be ta'en in their own TRAP,   

ILL MEN.  
Ill men, yea such a vile Rebellions crew,  
No History records, no Age ere knew;  
Men merely made of mischief, blood, and error,  
Men borne to be their own, and the world's terror.  
Devils yet clothed in Flesh, cursed Projectors,  
Good men's sure ruin, evil men's Protectors,  
Haters of sacred Peace, damned Regicides,  
Horseleeches, Cannibals, and Patricides:  
Who place their thrones on Immolated men,  
Have banished Justice, hoping she again  
Will never more return, by Furies nursed,  
Gotten by Devils, in their Cradles cursed:  
Whom all the powers of Hell, this seven years  
Have aided; Slaves that joy to drink our tears.  
But the time now will shortly happen when  
Treason must terminate, in those, Ill men.   
it printed is sufficient to make the people out of conceit with Mrs. Parliament, while the world stands. Mrs. Co●…; 'tis this same witch Mrs. Truth that hath undone us, but who comes here. Mrs. Parliament, Mrs. Thanksgiving. Mrs. Humiliation.  Mrs Lon. 
O Mrs Parliament, I much joy to see you never was woman of your rank so contemned and abused, here was, Mrs Militia the Malignant but even now, who shown me and my sister Common counsel, an Anagram, which the Traitoresse Truth had framed on your names, wherein she taxes you of I know not how many crimes, and says you are worthy to be hanged, as an enemy to your Country.  
Mrs' Parliament, no matter what Truth reports, you know I care not for her, but for Mrs. Militia and the rest ò the Malignants, I have given order for their removal, twenty miles from thy presence Mrs. London, Mrs Common counsel, you are to publish the order, read it Mrs Thankgiving. Mrs. Thanksgiving Reads.  
Tuesday May 22. 1648,  
I Mrs Parliament, by the permission and assistance of Pluto, of England, Scotland, and Ireland, Supreams Governess, do decree and ordain that all Papists by whom I mean all those that are for Monarchical government, for the Book of Common Prayer, for Archbishops, and for order and decency in the● Church of God, that all soldiers of fortune and all other persons whatsoever, that have borns Arms against me, that is to say, all such, as have according to their oath of Allegiance the Law of God the Law of the Land, and the Law of nature, been in Arms and fought for the honour of their Sovereign Lord King Charles to pull dow●● my usurped power, to put a period to my Rebellions shall at or before the five and twentieth of this instant May 1648 depart the cities of London and Westminster, and all other places within twenty miles, and if any of the said persons aforesaid, shall continue within twenty miles as aforesaid, after the five and twentieth day of May, they shall be apprehended, Imprisoned and proceeded against as Traitors.  Mrs Com. co●● 
I like the order well, we will have none to converse with as Mrs. London; but those that are Righteous what fellowship ought thereto be between us jews, and those saweie Samaritans of the Royal parti●, verily none, Mrs. Lond; Jnsooth you speak like a most godly Saint, my dear sister, and for my own part I would have none to reside near me, but the good people of the Lord.  Mrs. Parl. 
Mrs London, and Mrs Common Counsel, you both know that the wicked ones of the Land are now combyning together against us; therefore a little to protract the time; I have devised a way for to amuse the people, Mr, Horton whom I sent with a party for the reducing of Poyer, hath lately ceased on divers Country fellows, who met with an Intent to list themselves under the command of Poyer, Powel, Langhorn and the rest, this i'll have noised to be a victory a great and mighty victory, which news will cramp the Royalists Designs, keep back the Scots a while, encourage our own party and cannot choose but be an help unto us; you therefore Mrs Thanksgiving, proclaim throughout the City, that every man praise God in his own parish, those that have money feast and make good cheer, for this most great and mighty victory.  Mrs' Thanks. 
I shall forsooth, but who shall Preach before you on that day.  Mrs. Parl. 
Who but my bonny Bulehin Marshal I have not amongst all my Priests not so fit, the B●lli● God Vi●●s, is a mere Barrel and yields no noise without you taber on him, Ni● sqeaks so low a new shoe trod on by a sickly woman, makes better melody, but Marshal bellows out my triumph, in such a tone, not all the bulls that at Geneva thunder, when they exclaim against Episcopacy, yield the like music, go you Mrs Thanksgiving to him, and carry these good Angels which will increase the vigour of his ●●●…gs Mrs Th●nks▪ good Mrs Common counsel, See that a Saintlike 〈◊〉 be prepared, and store of wine, that we may ●eat our Zeal, you know we cannot heave our eyes to heaven till we have often elevated cups, Mrs. Common coun, We will abound in all things, the creatures none ought to enjoy but we, b●asts of the field, the fowls, of the air, the fishes that flock in the tumid deep were made for us and for our use alone.  

The most ungodly Caval●irs are damned  
Not fit to have their gut● with Pull●●…●●●●…d,  
They must be fed, with creatures of low rate.  
Lest that they do increase and propagate,  
To eat large Oysters Lobsters, and high fare,  
Only is meat for us that Righteous are.   Mrs. Parl. 
But my good sisters what shall, we do to please the Surry men, who are incensed against us, and swear to be our death's men to prevent which and pacify their fury, you Mrs. humiliation proclaim abroad, that all be sorrowful and mourn in ashes, for those good men's fall: Ha', ha', ha', I laugh to think how my soldiers felled the Rogues, who durst d●s●re a King.  Mrs. Humuliation. 
I will not fail in my hypocrisy, I can lie down and cry and wring my hands, strew slowre upon my face, and look as mongerly, as when used to mourn during the war when as the Saints were beaten by the wicked ones Mrs Parl; Now let us each unto our several charge, you Mrs London, stand fast to me as I will do to you, I am resolved that you shall not out live me, you Mrs Common counsel, be sure you smell out more plots and stratagems each day, it makes for our advantage, thus take we hands, thus swear to fall together, when as the house where I so long have voted shall be pulled down and levelled to the earth, 'twill do me good to see thee Mrs London, consume in flames, a sacrifice to Treason, to conclude, stand unto your ●●●kling stoutly, when we fall, all the land shall taste of ruin.  

'Twill be my joy, when as I needs must fall  
For to behold a ruin general;  
This is the period of my Reformation.  
To kill my King, and under my Nation.   
FINIS