〈…〉 and, this present 〈…〉 most 〈…〉 ●…arkable Accidents and chiefe●… 〈…〉 this Y●●re 〈◊〉 Nation: Being Collected 〈…〉 Gentleman and ●holler, who is the p●…me 〈…〉 as it is not unknoune to many thousands.  

〈…〉 and Sin doth still abound,  
〈…〉 can at all be found:  
〈…〉 fair England, call for Grace,  
〈…〉 ●ee in a minute's space.   
〈…〉 wars again: Or, The Maying time,  

〈…〉 ●…ise,  
●…le,   

〈…〉 ●…s,  
〈…〉 ●riends,  
;  
〈…〉 will spill,  
;  
〈…〉 ●…es plaies●  
〈…〉 ●…ayes,    

The 〈…〉  
 

IT is a noise of terror,  
to hear the Guns like thunder,  
and a like unjust,  
to maintain lust,  
and Pride by lawless plunder,  
This trade hath long been used,  
to many a man's undoing,  
from this when Peace,  
doth us release,  
our gratitude then shooing.   
Needs we must drink this good heal●●   

The second part,  
To the same Tune.  
 

Junes Predictions.  
THey from the Dane do look for aid,  
Thinking to make England afraid;  
Kings, Bishops, & Deans Lands are sold,  
Yet still we want Silver and Gold;  
For some there are that coin kéeps back,  
Which makes the Soldier for to lack,  
For good, let none with ill requite,  
Some show their tooth, 'tis feared they'll by't.   

Julies' Predictions.  
Ses-fights in many parts will be,  
From which no Nation scarce is free;  
New treacheries they do abound,  
Which amongst many will be found,  
And Jockey will be troublesome,  
But we again shall whip him home,  
War, with Sedition, and bloodshed,  
In many parts abroad is spread.   

Augusts Predictions.  
The entrance of an Enemy,  
Amongst us now abroad doth ●ite,  
Of Government some makes a toy;  
And would our Nation quite destroy:  
Some in command do things not right,  
Which will be quickly brought to light,  
Let Scot or Devil their wits try,  
Yet we shall have the Victory.   

Septembers' Predictions.  
Now the Foundation it is laid  
Of England's freedom, as 'tis said;  
Ireland and Scotland cry alack,  
For one or both will go to wreck:  
Our Merchant's ships may have some loss  
But they will their proceed cross;  
The City will be out of square,  
About an unthought of Lord Mayor.   

October's Predictions.  
For want of Money some do cry,  
And I believe they both not lie;  
About Religion, our Divines  
In Unity and Love now joins,  
The Irish Nobles and Gentry  
Their Bread begs in a strange Country,  
A just reward doth light on them,  
For murdering our dear Countrymen.   

Novembers' Predictions.  
Now there's mutation in the Law,  
Or else some judges have a flaw,  
And there are some with anger swell,  
But we do hope all will be well:  
And such as ruined the Poor,  
They shall be lopped and grow no more;  
Great storms will be at Sea and Land  
what God doth please, who can withstand,   

December's Predictions.  
Complaints 'gainst Public Officers,  
The People now their Bills prefers,  
Which store of Treasure up did lay,  
Against a wet and stormy day:  
And such as did descension breed,  
Due justice 'gainst them shall proceed,  
And thus I do conclude the Year,  
Send peace sweet Christ our saviour dear.   
FINIS.   

London, Printed by, John Hammond, dwelling in Holborn.