Against William LILY (alias) Lillie, that MOST AUDACIOUS ATHEISTICAL Railing RABSHECA, that Impious WITCH or WIZZARD, and most Abominable SORCERER, or STARGAZER of LONDON, and all his Odious ALMANACS, and Others.  Written by John Viccars' Schoolmaster of Christ Hospital, few days before his death, which he had prepared for the Black Monday, turned white since his dissolution. Isaiah 47. 12, 13, 14. 
Stand, now with thine Enchantments, and with the multitude of thy Sorceries, wherein thou hast laboured from thy youth: if so be thou shalt be able to profit, if so be thou may'st prevail: Thou art wearied in the multitude of thy Counsels; Let now the Astrologers, the Stargazers, the Monthly Prognosticators stand up and save thee, from those things that shall come upon thee. Behold, they shall be as Stubble, the fire shall burn them, they shall not deliver themselves from the power of the flame.  Acts 13. 8, 9, 10. 
But, Elymas this Sorcerer, withstood Paul and Barnabas, (just, as the Sorcerer Lily, does all the Blessed, Reverend, and Religious Disciples and Presbyterian Ministers of Jesus Christ;) Whereupon, Paul filled with the Holy-Ghost, set his eyes on him and said, O, full of all Subtlety, and all Mischief, thou Child of the Devil, thou Enemy of all Righteousness! wilt thou not cease to pervert the right ways of the Lord?  

EPIGRAMMA: In lilium, bardum Astrologastrum:  

LIllius est quid vis, est bardus; perditus, audax,  
Est mendax, asinus, Lilius Astrologus.  
Demon strat nomen, Te, mendacissimè Li-li,  
Nomine, bis Mendax dicere, reque magis.  
Istis, Quid levius, quibus est pro numine nomen  
Mendacis, magis est qui levitate, levis.  
Candida, mi Li-li non sunt Tibi Lilia nomen;  
Vix, inter vepres nomen habere potes.   

HOw vain, how light, how foolish, & how naught,  
Are all that praise Thee? & thy books have bought?  
To call you Lille, more, it were a scorn,  
Your Name's a Netile, Thistle, Bryer, or Thorn;  
Your head, your Pen, your Tongue, do pinch and sting  
More than doth Nettle, Bryer, or anything.  
To Lily now, all men may well say, fie,  
Because your Name says, twice, to you, you lie.  
But, if you say, you have an L. in't more,  
Then add you fiftie-lyes to two, before;  
Thus, Lies, for weeks makeup a just New-year;  
O brave! what Almanaker have we here?   
Finis.   

Aliud, in Eundem OR, The foresaid Latin Epigram Englished and Enlarged.  
Lily is aught that's naught, Dunce, Wretch, past shame,  
Lilie's an Ass, Stargazer. Lyes doth frame.  
Lily, thy Name shows thee a monstrous Liar,  
In Name, a double-one, in Deed, much higher.  
What's Idler, than to idolise his Name,  
Whose lying-self's more flashie than a flame?  
White family's no fit name for Li-lies base,  
Scarce among Thorns may we such Henbane place.  
Yet, thus it ever was, and is so still,  
Fair names, oft, given to things and Men, most ill.  
Thus, Jeroboams Calves called worship fair,  
Thus, that notorious hypocritick-pair;  
Both Ananias and Saphira had  
Two gracious names, themselves exceeding bad.  
Thus divers Popes, as Clement, Cnnocent,  
Had specious names, nature's most turbulent  
Thus in our days, that devellish Doctor Lamb,  
Favourite to the Duke of Buckingham,  
And this our filthy Li-lies elder Brother  
For wicked Witchery, just such another;  
Thus Sr. John Lamb a persecutor base  
Of God's dear Saints; and, little Laudes less Grace  
Of Canterbury; and his chirping Wren  
Had, all, fine names; but monsters were of Men,  
For Craft and cruelty, and wickedness,  
All haters of the power of Godliness.  
And, so, this filthy Lily, Atheist vile,  
Seems, with a pretty name, to gull, beguile  
Credulous fools, with's devellish false Predictions  
Stygian Enchantments, figure-casting fictions.  
Thus, with fair veils, O how this wretch doth wrong,  
The best of Gods dear Saints, whom, all along,  
In all his wicked works, He does besweare,  
With devellish Lies (whose very shoes to bear  
This Atheist is unworthy) And, with fell  
And furious rage (like * Cerberus of Hell  
That stygian Tripple-Headed Hellhound base)  
Our precious morning-Sermons does disgrace,  
Calls them, jejune, rebellious, vile, and vain,  
And, Presbyterian-Bag-pipes. O profane,  
Accursed Atheist! O incarnate Devil!  
Foe to all goodness, friend to infernal evil.  
But, certainly, our just and righteous God,  
In time, will make him feel with wrathful Rod  
Of just revenge, for all his devellish spite,  
Against his Saints; As, once, he made it light  
On * Doctor Lamb, his brother; If, the Lord  
Grace of repentance does not him afford.  
But, say, besides; what reason has this Wretch,  
Toadlike, with Pride and Rage, to strut and stretch  
Himself, in admiration of his skill  
Of star-gazing-Astrologie, most ill,  
As he it uses? Since (as Linguists know)  
From th' * Ebrew-root, Astrologus do grow  
The Latin Sterens, Sterquilinium,  
Which genuinely, do unto thusmuch come;  
Astrology is but a Dunhill vile,  
And Astrologians, Dung, base Knaves; with guile,  
And lying Divinations fraught most full,  
The mad-head Multitude to cheat and gull.  
And as the Devil whom Endors Witch did call,  
Instead of Samuel, to appear to Saul,  
Did deal with him, mixed seeming-piety  
To check and chide saul's said impiety  
In coming to the Devil, when God had left him,  
And of his Grace and help had quite bereft him:  
Even so, this filthy dreamer, Lily vile,  
Credit to gain, and slylier to beguile,  
With his false Dreams, doth scripture intermix▪  
And thus, still personates the Prince of Styx,  
Satan, his Master, All his pamphlets over,  
And, with these Cheats, This witch does rage and roar;  
Triumphing, if his Delphick-Divinations  
But once hit right, for manifold frustrations.  
Let, therefore, Zim, Jim, all Alectoe's train,  
The Satire, Shrich-owl, vulture flock, a main,  
To lying Lily, in a chorus round,  
And dance and sing, with hideous yelping sound,  
Let vagrant Jipsies, fortune-tellers base,  
Come to him, likewise, and with brazen face,  
Chaunt-out their lousy joy, and stygian gladness  
In this their lying Almanakers madness  
And when the dance is done, their sport is ended,  
Bring him to's place; Thus, Earth shall be befriended.  
Finis  Exodus 22. 18. Levit. 20. 27. 
Thou shalt not suffer a Man or Woman that is a Witch Wizzard, Necromancer, or one that deals with Familiar Spirits to live among you.    

Printed in the Year when the Astrologers and Mountebanks lost their Judgements, 29 March, 1652.