LILLY Lashed with his own ROD. OR, AN EPIGRAM On the Acquaint Skill of that Arch Temporising ginger M R. WILLIAM LILLY.  
Collected out of his ALMANACS, from ●647, to this present year, 1660.  

SOund forth A Trumpet, that the world may hear,  
The Great skill of this Famed ginger.  
He that foresees all things in Church and State,  
By help o'th' Crystal, And his Book of Fate.  
He that makes use of Direful negromancy,  
To terrify the timorous yielding Fancy,  
He that doth use whole Nations to Trepan,  
With the bare Names of Angel-Guardian,  
The Sibyl's Oracles, and Theurgy,  
With's Little knowledge had of Ptolemy!  
All forts attend! whilst briefly I relate,  
The Dirty juggling of this Son of Fate.  
The Cunning used, by this Albumazer,  
That of your common Cheats surpasseth far.  
They Contralegem, th' Country quack about,  
And deal their dirty-skill, at small rate out,  
To Gull the Sillyer sort; this Artisan,  
Proclaims himself a sixed conjuring man;  
And Pride in him so monstrously prevails,  
To be the State's Belwether he Assails.  
And then so furiously to work he goes,  
He forfeits all the honest Art he knows,  
For the base Lucre of two hundred pound  
A Year. 
* Lily had such a Salary from White-Hall by the means of one Frost a Secritary to the Council of State, as I have heard him acknowledge.  (But changes still, as th' wheel turns round)  
And that all Pe●sons to him may repair  
Two Dial's Point us forth this Blazing Star:  
That if the Lord of Gypsies men would see,  
In th' Strand there dwells, the Maypole, Stocks, and He!  
Take some Specimina of his rare skill;  
(And chide me for't, if I report him ill)  
In forty seven, the Scots most Prudent were  
(Or he a filthy liar did appear!)  
Nay he Confided in their Nobles; And  
Their Ministry Procla'm the worth o'th' Land.  
And in his forty eight years fine Epistle,  
In their behalf, did confidently Bristle!  
Pronouncing them most honest; And men Guided  
By a Good Covenant. [From which they backslided.]  
They did return, delivered our Towns,  
[For which they Juggled from us, many pounds!]  
Eut yet in forty nine, he Rails aloud  
Calling them Pil-f●ing Scots; Peevish and Proud;  
Traitors, and Enemies; A Graceless crew,  
Of Villains; worse than any Turk or Jew.  
And in his Merlin fifty one they are  
Egyptian Scots; Pseud-Presbyters that dare  
Do any thing, against this Power, for which  
(Deservedly) they were Rid of their Itch.  
And is there any Deliars' Vizard can,  
In Temporizing, match this cunning-man?  
At this Rate with the Parliament he deals.  
Telling the world, that they our Breaches heal;  
That they're by God appointed for to scourge  
The Norman Race: and all that else dare urge   

But aught against them. Tells them their power shall stand,  
Maugre the Acts of all by Sea and Land,  
But when (in Fifty-two) he plainly saw,  
Unto what side, the Army 'gan to draw,  
Oh! now (says he) Great Parliament your Power  
Is but short-lived; And I expect (each hour)  
Your timely Dissolution! In Fifty-three,  
Basely abuses them; Threatening, that he  
(With others) each Member thereof will call to  
Account; And so, (in wrath) Divines their wo.  
In Fifty-four he them unthankful styles:  
Most terrible; [Forgetting's former Wyles.]  
A Private ended crew; Intemperate;  
Not fitting for to sway so great a State.  
They're Drowsy, Slothful, But yet are become,  
As cunning Tailors! [His PROFESSION!] 
* Lily was a Tailor before pretended Astrology and Apprentice to Pawlin in the Strand.   
And thus you see, A Parliaments no more  
With this Cretensis, than each Country Boar.  
Further! Let's note the Signal flattery  
He Published in his senseless Monarchy;  
Swearing no King in England, more shall Reign.  
Yet when th' Proaector 'gan to Rule; Amain  
He Pipes— That Happy Monarchy's so good  
A Government; (If truly understood)  
None better was: Vowinged a Gallant thing  
To England, if th' Protector were a King.  
I might here note this Quacks abusing Spain;  
And's currying favour with that Prince again.  
Of's Ambedextrous dealing with the State  
Of Sweden, (Denmark,) at his flattering Rate.  
How with the wheel of time, he turns about  
And pours his spurious piosn'ous Oracles out,  
Unto Astrologies, and Artists shame!  
But Quakes are Quakes though prased i'th' mouth of Fame.  
Hence, Base Gypses! here is one that can  
Out do ye all, in flattering any man,  
Hence, with the dull stock of your footstool Cares;  
here's one out-cheats-ye, by the height o'th' Stars  
Hence with your common small Beer single Fee,  
here's one pulls Kingdoms for the Golden Fleece.  
Be gone you Rosie-Crucians, that pretend,  
All things to know; here's one your skill can Mend.  
Fly, Fly, you Fairy Elves, that use to Pry  
Into the Closets of Men's secrecy,  
Your skill is stolen; here's one that may compare  
With Lucifer's great self, [both head and hair!]  
Avaunt Great Faustus, Bacon, Lamb; and Let  
Th' Impostors Bays on Lillyes head be set  
That Laurel (surely) will befit him best,  
Because he bears AMERLIN for his Crest.  
Let all the Muses join, LILLY, to sing  
Of Parasites the only lawful King.  
For he's most fit to be a Prince of slaves,  
That in himself contains ten thousand KNAVES.    

Printed in the year, 1660.