A DIALOGUE BETWEEN ANTHONY Earl of Shaftsbury, AND Captain THOMAS WALCOTT, Upon their Meeting in PLUTO's Kingdom.  Walcott. 
Cursed be those Eyes that sees him where he stands,  
That has Disturbed the best of Kings, of People, and of Lands.  
Had Nature gave him but his Son's proportion  
Of Wit, and Mind, as little as his Station,  
I had been Happy, and ne'er doomed to see  
The dolesome Shades of Night's Eternity,  
But freed from Plots and Treasons, lived to see  
Dame Nature my Imprisoned Soul to Free.  Shaftsbury. 
What's Walcott come, why then I plainly see,  
Nor Hell, nor Holland, ever can be free  
From my accursed Crew: Fools, did you think  
Rebellion kept too long, would never Stink?  
Bel 'tis true, when Treasons in the thought,  
It must to Action presently be brought;  
'Tis dangerous, when the case on Tiptoe stands,  
To make delay, Treason's not safe in many hands.  Walcott. 
Ah! Sir, but think o'th' groans of Orphans, and the Tears  
Of Widows, and how this to Heaven appears.  
Think what sad Doom it brought on me & others  
And in what Infamy our Race it Smothers.  
No Age can Parallel a Crime so foul,  
Unless the Antecedent, wherein your Soul  
Was no small Agent, for no Plot could be  
Against the King, or Kingdom, Tony Free:  
As if Dame Nature you for naught designed  
But mischief, and our First Parent's Mind  
To you She gave, who scarce a day could Live,  
But must Rebel 'gainst Heavens Prerogative.  Shaftsbury. 
Relenting Fool! does pity move Thee here,  
Where pity can't be had, shake off thy Fear,  
And take a Mind worthy thy Name again,  
Swear that, nor Gods, nor Kings, nor Men,  
Should scape thy Fury, if thou couldst but be  
In Holland once again with Shaftsbury.  
Then thou shalt Merit Pluto's just Reward,  
The first Commissioned Captain of his Guard.  Walcott. 
Rewards with Soldiers seldom fail tomoove,  
But such Rewards, I cannot well approve.  
And if a Captain must, I'd rather Head  
A Thousand Red-Coats in Hyde-park, then Led  
Myriad of black Locusts in Elysium,  
Which from the Wilderness of Sins have come.  
These need a Ferguson which knows all Tongues,  
All Sins & Wickednesses, to guide your Throngs:  
I to these but a petty Captain am,  
And with me every Soldier cut the Shame:  
Therefore on them let Honour be conferred,  
That from your Lordship it have best deserved.  Shaftsbury. 
If I again from Pluto's Kingdom come,  
I'll turn the Scales, I'll make Geneva, Rome,  
I'll Cant no more, but Hallalujahs Sing,  
And to my Consult, all the Jesuits bring:  
I'll Converse Men, who dare like Russel Dye,  
First to Contrive, and then maintain a Lie  
With their last Breath: These are the Men,  
That dare be Wicked, and defend their Sin.  
FINIS.   

LONDON, Printed by William Downing, 1683.