HONI SOIT 〈◊〉 MAL Y PENSE royal blazon or coat of arms THE WORK Goes Bonnely on. GOd-a mercy good honest Blue-beard, for giving a Text at least (when Funeral Sermons were not in custom) to these glorious and illustrious Martyrs, sacrificed for their good conscience to GOD and the KING, at Glasgow, St. Andrews and Edinburgh, hurried hence in Seas of Blood, with this your plaudite, The Work goes bonnely on. But now blessed be God, the Covenant and all belongs thereto hath catched a fall, a fearful fall! and the hideous imposturs, in pretence of Reformation, being now ignominiously blasted, may change their tune, but keep the words, The Work goes bonnely on boys. It were cruelty to make use of the Text now, when the Covenants Champion is put to a retreat, leaving one Guthry a Remonstrator Minister, and another Giffin his ruling Elder to follow in a depending way; and yet it's impossible at all such occasions but you shall hear in every one's mouth, The Work goes bonnely on. One would think (at lest a good Protestant) that the reading of holy Scripture, singing Psalms before Sermons, the using of the Lords Prayer, rehearsing the Apostolic Creed at Baptism, giving glory to God at the end of Psalms, and using of Prayer morning and evening in Congregations, were good and bony works, but the good Synod (which is none of the learned'st) where Blue-beard is a member, hath rejected such works, when tendered to them by a noble Person, for which he dissolved their Synod, and so their work went scurvily on. Now, if these who refuse such things had not need of Overseers, any man may judge, unless you'll say the sheep needs no Shepherd, and that's ill again. May 29. (a day by Order of Parliament, ordered to be kept as a holy Day of Thanksgiving, for the signal Mercy's wherewith it is honoured) the good Town of Edingurgh, after the whole morning had been spent in all the Churches of the Town, and in Scotland, in Devotion, carried on their Work merrily and cheerfully. Sermon ended in the Parliament House before His Grace, and the whole Members, preached by that Worthy and Loyal Divine, Mr. Robert Lawrie, happy at this time, both in confirming proselyt Royalists and convincing Covenanted fanatics. Sir Robert Murray Lord Provost, accompanied with the other Magistrates and Common Council, conducted the Lord Commissioner with all the rest of the Parliament, to the great Hall of King JAMES His College; where at the entry he was welcomed by Mr. Lighton Principal of the place, with a Latin Speech, which with other pieces of Poetry are printed by themselves. Here was prepared by the City of Edinburgh a most sumptuous and magnificent Feast, that it was thought by many, and these witty Travellers, that all Europe could not outdo it: It's order was admirable, without the lest of confusion, (ordinary at such public Solemnities) though the number of the Sitters was very great. Not Sitters at Glory to the Father. The Lord Provost and all other the Magistrates discovered such jollity and cheerfulness that cannot be expressed, all the Royal healths being accompanied with continual Canonado's from the Castle, and thus The work went bonnily one. In the Banquet presented to the Lord Commissioner and the Members of Parliament, there was a most rare artificial Orange Tree placed before his Grace, and he pulling the Orange was next him, found within it this following ORATION. Heroic Sir, ALbeit I am one of the most sens-satisfying creatures, which owes their birth and being to the glorious Sun, and am one of the Spaniards Rodomontade boasts, when his sarabanding fancy caper's in its Zenith; Yet Sir, I was not so vain, as to esteem my native qualities, or admired value, sufficient to recommend me to your Highness' touch, without Robes of suggar: Thereby likewise intending to acknowledge, that your Royal Master's Dominions (whose bowels are so liberal of suggar) can heighten the delicacies of Spain. I believe, Sir, the world knows, that those of my tribe, are ordinarily propogated by these rays, who have in their Commission, to transubstantiat earth in gold (a transubstantiation which Puritans themselves will not challenge) Yet finding, that in their journey, they are able to gratify Ladies, Princes, and such Heroes as you. (Great Sir,) By our nativity they embrace the earth, kisses it, and courts it hotly to concur to our generation. It is alleged likewise, that the Sun exhals the Beauties of the Ladies both of Portugal and Spain, merely and mostly to beautify us. And such is the respect we have from the greatest Potentates of the world, that they are most content to admit us to their Table: And Ladies likewise rate our fellowship so highly, that they will not refuse us their hands, when they refuse them to their dearest Gallants: And such is our approven secrecy, that they will suffer us to be near them, when they are employed most satisfyingly. I will speak nothing of our charity in going about to visit the sick, nor of our skill in healing them; nor yet of our eloquence in persuading the queasy stomaches of green-sicknessed Ladies, nor yet how we are content to fall from the breast of our mother Trees, that we may visit you of these Countries. Nature (Sir) in requital of that unparallelled improvement you have made of her endowments, hath, to evidence her grateful resentment, gone out of the high road of custom; and for your Highness' honour and satisfaction, hath fashioned this lovely Tree which you see, and whereof I am a depender: Heaven and Earth, albeit they have of a long time, stood at a great distance, (the Sun looking still but coldly, cloudily and angrily upon this climate) yet both have concurred in this compliment, Heaven contributing heat, and Earth its most refined substance: And albeit Portugal be our chief manor place, yet we are grown up here to assure the Subjects of these Dominions, that Portugal fruit may grow in this Isle, if the ground be well cultivate: providence intends to send you a Cien from thence, which, when grafted upon a good stock, will (we hope) both Blossom and Bud to your admiration, and posterity shall say, — Non deficit alter aureus, Et simili frondescet virga metallo. WE may (Sir) pretend some interest in your Royal Master, as in the Uncle of that Noble Prince, whose Progenitors chose us for His princely Title. And in you, Sir, as one whose sword may prove the supporter of His Throne; If the Belgic Lion should begin to tore at it with his warlike Tusks; And then the Sea should be an Escutcheon, which shall bear two Lions contre-saliant. For we see that your Prince hath beautified your Shield with a Lion rampant, to symbolize your courage, and to point at your respect to your Royal Master; that Lion though rampant, is willing to barrier himself within two threads (called by the French fillets) of a double treasure, because they are enriched with Flower de luces, from which, as being a part of the Royal Badges, He stands at some distance. Your name doth Caballistically suit with Your Arms, for JOANNES MIDLTONUS anagrammatized, is, Leo es non imitandus. Pardon me (Sir) for divesting your name of its Robes of honourable Titles; for I did it, that it might breathe a little the air of Applause. Writers allege, that the Lion is still in a fever of courage; employ us (Sir) to cool a little that heat: and seeing you are now in the Sunshine, and summer of peace, quench these unnecessary, though noble flames, till the Winter of War begin to storm; which cannot be whilst your Great Master shines like the Sun in the signs of Virgo and Leo. Your humour doth Janus-like, look with a two faced providence to Peace and War; And since Janus, his Temple was closed, ye have merited more Laurels from the hands of Themis, 〈◊〉 the Emperor wrote statutes, cal●●● Novellae, ●●●ause writ●●● after all the ●●●er Laws. than Mars had to bestow upon you: and these noble Statutes which ye have touched by your Sceptered hand, shall for ever be Novellae Leonis to this Kingdom. And we wish that the Lion of your Arms, in recompense of this service, did like the Lion which the Venetians bear, carry a book in his claws insigned with this inscription. GOD save the KING. Out of an Ark of Corde-citron, flew a Dove with an Olive branch in its mouth, carrying this ensuing Scroll, with a great many more other curiosities; invented and composed by that skilful Artest Robert Mein. My Lord, MY great Grandam was twice commission at by your Master's great Grandfather, and common Father to you all, the Sovereign of the second World. She discharged her first Commission honestly, as your Grace did yours, (and by her I claim some affinity with you) she did not like the Corbie Messenger that went before her; she returned the first time to her Master re infecta, because she found no rest for the sole of her foot, for the waters were over the face of the whole Earth: Your Grace, in like manner, was first sent out by your Master, to see if the waters of Rebellion were abated over the face of this Land, but you found no rest for your foot, though you alighted upon Mountains as high as Ararat, for the Flood had raised itself above all those too; therefore you did very honestly return, and like my great Grandmother, gave your Master a perfect account. But Noah stayed yet other seven days, and then again sent my Grandmother out of the Ark, who finding the waters abated, and the Earth ready to receive her Master's Commands, returned with an Olive leaf in her mouth, the true Emblem of Peace and Tranquillity. My Lord, even just so, after other seven days, counting according to the Prophets, a year for a day, as if by a Platonic revolution, our times reacted these of the great Deludge. Your Glorious King, whom, like another Noah, God had marvellously preserved as in an Ark, from the universal inundation of these Lands, sent out your Grace the second time with the like Commission as my Grandmother had; and indeed she did as much as was possible for any that could not speak, the Olive leaf spoke fully for her: But your Grace, I must confess, hath outgone her wonderfully, you have made the Earth to shout, and the Air to resound the glad tidings of Peace and Prosperity; you have sent His Majesty before your own return, several Branches of the Olive, you stay a little longer yourself, till you level the Mountains and make the Valies flourish like the Gardens of Hesperiades, and having subdued the watchful Dragon of Rebellion, you command the golden apples of due obedience to lawful Authority: So may Jerusalem again have Peace within her walls, and Prosperity within her gates; and so may your Royal Master with the permission of His greater Affairs, desire in better times to revisit the mansions, where one hundred and nine of His Progenitors have been born, and transmitted a Monarchical Crown to him through the decursion of twenty Centuries. GOD save your KING. Nothing was wanting in the Good Town at this splendid Solemnity, whereby they might witness their Loyal Affections: for after the Entertainment, then begun the breaking of Glasses about Bonfires, which were so great, that a Whigumire Elder in going alongst the Streets was cured of a French Scruby, which he had purchased at a Family Exercise, with a Remonstratrix; and so his Work went Bonnily on. WE carry not on the work alone, for our Loyal Brethren in England performs their part, as may be seen by this following extract, out of their public Intelligencer, after he had at large described the Order of the Great Montrose his Funeral. And here we cannot but mind you (and we cannot forbear) that the same day that the bloody Covenanters condemned the immortal James Marquis of Montrose to that bloody Execution (viz. May 20.) was the same day, that the most honourable House of Peers ordered the Solemn League and Covenant itself to be burned by the hand of the common Hangman; the Order itself is in haec verba Die Lunae, 20. Maii, 1661. THe Lords in Parliament Assembled, having considered of a Paper sent unto them from the House of Commons, for Burning of the Instrument or Writing, called, The Solemn League or Covenant by the hands of the common Hangman; Do Order that the said Instrument or Writing, called, The Solemn League and Covenant, be Burned by the hand of the Common hangman in the New Palace at Westminster, in Cheapside, and before the Old Exchange, on Wednesday the twenty second of this instant May. And that the said Covenant be forthwith taken off the Record in the House of Peers, and in all other Courts and places where the same is Recorded; And that all Copies thereof be taken down out of all Churches, Chapels, and other public places in England and Wales, and in the Town of Barwick upon Tweed, where the same are set up. May, 22. This day (according to Order of both Lords and Commons) tha● pernicious Oath, called the Solemn League and Covenant was burned by the hand of the Common hangman in the New Palace Westminster, in Cheapside, and at the Old Exchange: The executioner (to give the hangman his due) did his part perfectly well; for having kindled his fire, he tore that Solemn League into very many pieces: first burned the Preface, and then cast each parcel solemnly into the fire; lifting up his hands and eyes, not leaving the least shred, but burned it root and branch (what a damnable wicked Covenant was this, that makes us applaud the very hangman for burning it) This is that fatal Oath born in Scotland, and fed in both Kingdoms with the blood and lively hood of more thousand Christians than this Oath had words; for you formerly were told that this Covenant consists of that Beastly number of 666 words, neither more nor less. And while we speak of Bonfires (happy for Great Britain if this Fire had been kindled in 1643.) We must remember that this day seven-night (May 29.) is the Anniversary of the Birth of our most gracious Sovereign King CHARLES the Second, which by Act of Parliament is to be set apart and solemnised through his Majesty's Dominions; a Proclamation for that purpose is already in the Press; and let us add one Faggot to the Bonfire, that the 29. of May was the day (1549.) that the Book of Common Prayer was first established, as sure as on that day His Majesty this time twelvemonth (after nineteen years' absence) came in triumph to Whitehall, whom God in mercy to these unhappy happy Kingdoms, grant long to reign over us, and a Blister on that tongue that will not say, AMEN. And to put a greater lustre on the Bonny Work, some Loyal and Ingenious spirit hath composed this Madrigal, which I could wish were apted to the tun of, The Work goes bonnily on: In time our reverend Hangman Jockey Dunmoor may have such another divertisement by its mother, and then the Work, without doubt, will go bonnely on. The Execution of the COVENANT, Burnt by the Common-Hang-man Edward Dun, PRESBYTER, May 22. 1661. Published for the use of Dr. B. and Mr. Notcrof, and the rest of the Rigid Presbyterians. THe News I pray! What doth this Throug infer? Do ye not know? DVN is turned PRESBYTER. Well then! I see the Brethren in spite Of BISHOPS, have obtained a PROSELYTE; One that will soon be on the Rigid Score, And be a cause of turning many more. Make him an ELDER then! Indeed ye shall: For he is one that may advance you all. That he is now a BROTHER, you must grant, For I did see him take the COVENANT. Take it indeed; yet you must understand, 'Twas but to give't the Honour of his Hand. But to be bold, and come a little nigher, He took it, true, but threw it in the Fire. In which he showed himself a CHRISTIAN right, To let the Works of Darkness come to light. Bark then fanatics, who like Demophon, Glow in the shade, and Frieze still in the SUN. Howle Millenaries, Independents too, And Anabaptists, that Heretic Crew Of Presbyterian By-blows; If these Flashes Be Sacred to you, Come and Urn the Ashes; For We esteem the Relics of these Sheets Too dirty and debauched to pave our Streets. This Mouth-Granado, from that Scotch-witch came To set three Glorious Kingdoms in a flame. A Covenant? No, 'twas a Conspiracy, Plotted by Brethren in Iniquity. Bold Assassins that durst attempt all ill, And Holocaust whole Kingdoms to Self-will. Mend, mend, for shame, your Brother else will look, To hang the Authors, as he burnt the Book. But he presumes, or hopes, y''ll rather turn, Than follow your black Juncto to the Urn. While I thus thinking am, who would desire, (Where it to Roast a RUMP) a fit fire? In which it now hath pleased the Fates to grant, The Dissolution of the— — COVENANT. ADVERTISEMENTS. THe Race of the Town of Jedburgh is to be run the first Wednesday of June, being the fifth day of June: The Cup of Ten pounds Sterling price set down at the expense of the said Town; the Saddle by the Earl of Lothian, at the value of four pounds Sterling. A Fair at Selkirk the fourth of July, and all the people are to have the liberty of the Common forty eight hours before the Fair, and as much after; and all Goods at half Customs. This is a most excellent Market for Horses of all sorts, both for Hunting, Coursing and the great Saddle; and for excellent Milk-cows and Fat-oxens, and great Flocks of Sheep, the world can afford no better. On the eleventh of June, six Brewster wives, great with child are to run from the Thicket Burn to the top of Arthur Seat, for a Groaning Cheese of one hundred pound weight, and a Budgell of Dunkel Aquavitae, and a Rumpkine of Brumsweek Mum for the second, set down by a Dutch-Midwife. The next day after, sixteen Fishwives are to Troth with from Muslburgh to the Cannon-cross, for twelve pair of Lambs Harrigals. Edinburgh, Printed, Anno Dom. 1661.