AETERNITATI SACRUM.  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 MONUMENT Er●●●●● 〈◊〉 ●●●●●ated to the ●●mory of t●●● GREAT MINISTER of State, and fa●ou● MASTER of the ORDINANCE for b●●●●●ing, Church ●●●●●●s BLUE DICK of Thanet.  

He's dead and gone▪ Now wh●●● or whither▪  
Would ●ny know, let them come hither.  
'Tis he, whose 〈◊〉 for K●●●●… crew▪  
Got him the 〈…〉  
Who, like a 〈◊〉 Juggler took  
Religion 〈…〉 for a cloak▪  
Who did the Serpent's chase a●●●  
But would not 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉  
Who dealt (●●●ugh not with Whore● and Bawds)  
Not Peter; s mo●e, in pious Franc●  
Who wore Sheeps-clothing  
But lodged a Ravening Wo●●  
Who other, goods did oft invade▪  
But never restitution made  
Who, like a Presbyterian 〈◊〉  
 
Who 〈◊〉 Gnats was won● to 〈◊〉  
But swallowed Camels without 〈◊〉  
Who from a Ceremony ●led  
●nd yet Rebellion followed.  
Who Princes 〈…〉 decried▪  
Yet Cromwel's High-Court justified.  
Who, whilst he Organs overthrew▪  
The Trumpet of Sedition blew  
Who Self-denial Preached; but then  
The practice left for other men  
Who hated Peace, but courted Strife▪  
And would not s; wear, but lie for life  
Who was against all Forms, unless  
It were a Form of Godliness  
Who did Idolatry detes; t,  
But Sacrilege could well digest.  
Who Saints from Windows tumbled, and  
Yet let his Dad, the Devil stand.  
〈◊〉, 'cause Salt-waters best to scour▪  
To clean the Church, bepissed the flo●●…  
〈◊〉, that he might convert the Jew  
The Christians▪ Badge, the Cross o'rthrew▪  
Who therefore threw the Myte● down,  
●hat he might after cast the Crown:  
And such Triumphant-Saints as he  
Chant out their Hey then 〈◊〉 go we.  
Who, like as all weak Brethren did,  
Took (right or wrong) the stronges; t side  
And was resolved, what e'er was Trump;  
To follow suit, though 'twere the Rump▪  
Whos● worth or wit, no times would own,  
Till Dunces had put Doctors down.  
Who was betimes a Knave-in-grain,  
And Elder-grown▪ might pass for twain.  
Who lived not loved, and when dead,  
Was neither missed, nor pitied.   

But is he gone! Then whither, pray?  
To Heaven or Hell? What shall we say?  
If merit here take place, his face  
Not more like Judas, than his case.  
And if his Work and Wages sure;  
That Heaven's not his, is past dispute.  
Then Hell must be. But, Reader, stay,  
Is he not gone another way?  
He needed purging (sure enough)  
So full the wretch of vitions stuff:  
We'll then for once admit the story,  
And think him gone to Purgatory.  
Where let him stay, nor thence get free,  
Till Heaven shall want such Saints as he.   

Mean time, how smiles the Earth! as pleased  
Of such a burden to be eased.  
Whilst Kent, ashamed to own the Lout,  
Is glad the Fiery metcor's out.  
Whose Famous Church the Brute so banged,  
She's ve●t at heart he was not hanged.  
And that of all the Graceless pack,  
An act of Grace should save his neck.  
Vowing henceforth (at once the Picts)  
To guard Sarre-Wall against ●lew Dicks:  
(As Goths and Vandals were to Rome)  
The Scourge of Kent and Christendom.   

But Charity bids Passion cease,  
Then, gentle Reader, go 〈◊〉 Peace.   
Dignum laude virum Musa vetat Mori  
Vivit post Funera Virtus.   

London, Printed by Peter Lillicrap, for H. Brome a● the sign of the Gun in Ivy-lane, 1662.