His Grace the Duke of Schomberge's Character, according to the Ignorant Notions that the Irish Papists in Ireland, have formed of Him, together with some Old Prophesies, foretelling the Conquest of that Kingdom, by the Protestant Army, under his Grace's Command.  

licenced, and entered according to Order.   
THe ancients never designed their Heroes for any great Work, but they▪ endowed him with Parts and Qualities proportionable to the attaining the end. Thus Hercules had strength to support the Pillars, and Courage to subdue the Numideaan lion. Jupiter slay a Serpent in the Cradle, and his Son Mars( destined for no less than the God of War) lay Twenty Two Months in his Father's Thigh, before he was born, when less than Nine Months, sometimes, would serve for the Production of inferior Gods and Goddesses.  
Nor has this been the Theory of Former Times, but the practise of all Ages ever since; as the Knights in our Legends, who must be always supposed to overcome the giant: This is most Fatal to the Credulous Irish, who are apt to believe Tradition than Truth; and the meanest Priest, before the boasted Founder of their Church.  
What Monsters have the Irish-Historians made their Heber, and their Heremon, the first Conquerors of Ireland; no less Prodigious than the Tales of Bryan Boro, and Fin Mac. Hengle; of whom a Learned Bard thus Elegantly Sings. 
Who never did his 
* Horse.  Garran ride,  
But in the Compass of his stride.  
Whole 
* A great Rock in the County of gallovvay, near Longhreoch; in the form of a Pillion, called Fin Mac. Heugle's Saddle.  Rocks and Mountains he environs,  
And Valleys were his Stirrup-Irons.   
The Character of this great General, his Grace the Duke of Schomberg,( according to the Notions they have formed of him in Ireland) yet no less Prodigious, and goes down as currant, as the Legend of Ossullevan. Whether begot out of terror, or industriously given out by the Priests, to persuade the People to a voluntary Submission, I know not; but it is a certainly believed, as it is reported, that he is in Statute Sixteen Foot High, with all parts proportionable. The form of a shoe was made, and presented to the Army, that they might guess at the rest, ex pede Herculis. He is like Achilles, invulnerable; can stride over his Army like a Rhodian Colossus, and guard them from the Enemies shot. His Mustaches are like two Barbers-poles. His Beard White, and broad as the main Sail of a First-Rate-Ship; if it reins, he can command his Army into close Order, and cover them with his Beard, as Garragantua did with his Tongue.  
To make him Immortal, as he is Invulnerable, he is Reported to be three hundred years old, the age of Nestor; has Pistols will do Execution six miles off; which keeps the Enemy at such a distance, that they dare not come within sixteen miles of his Camp: He can, like the Lydian Monster, stretch forth his Head, and snatch away the Horse and Man out of the third Rank. When the Soldiers bring in a Booty of Cattle, they Report, he will take a Brace of Bullocks, toss them like two Oranges upon the palm of his Hands, and tell you within half a ston the weight of either. There are other things as Foolish as Fabulous, which they give out, and believe of this famous warrior, to whom their fears have already assigned the Conquest of that Kingdom.  
To confirm this, There are Prophesies dispersed, which were writ in the Original Language, a Thousand years ago.  
The first was found in the Foundation of an old chapel, in digging up the Trenches before Droghedah: it was carefully laid up in an old Iron Pot; the Rolls of Parchment, in which was with the Prophesies, enclosed in an old Steel Snuff-Box. Thus translated. 
In Eighty Nine, when Teague's run down,  
A 
* Kirk.  Church is fixed in Dublin-Town.  
The 
‖ Talbot, Tyrconel.  Dog shall fly before the 
* Schomberg,  Boar,  
The 
‖ K. Ja.  lion hid himself for fear.   
As if this were enough to confirm their jealousy, the Priest he lends his helping hand, and gives them a Cast of his Office; digging in an old Vault in St. Mary's abbey in Oxmon. Town, Dublin, to bury a great Officer that was killed in the Camp; In an Earthen Pot( as carefully laid up as the other) they found or made this prophesy. In English thus, 
Not Schomberg, Shamrog more in famed,  
Shall long to 
* Shamrogshire.  Ireland, give a name,  
In Sixteen-Hundred Eighty-Nine,  
Shamrog to Schomberg shall resign, 
Schomberg-shire.   
And from his Conquests, in that year,  
Shall thence be christened Schomberg-Shire.   
Thus they make him their Irish-Scanderbeg, and not only frighten their Children, but their Armies with his name.  
May their fears prove effectual; Their Prophesies come to pass, and speedy Conquest crown this Invincible Hero with Success.   

Edinburgh, Re-printed in the Year, 1689.