I Know you not, and therefore much wonder you should with that wicked impu­dence (through my sides) so violently seek to wound the Parliament, and in it the whole Kingdom, Religion, Law, Libertie, &c. You defame his Execellency, the Parliaments Lord Generall, the Lord Say, the Lord Wharton, &c. Nay, you cannot speak well of the dead, the worthy Patriot of his Countrey Mr. Pym; Take heed his Ghost appear not at Oxford, and drive you all thence very shortly. But what shall I say to thee, thou lying Tongue, can no man tame, it is an ungodly, evill, full of deadly poyson, Jam. 3.8. You are one of the Generation of Vipers; read the third to the Romans, from the beginning of the tenth verse, to the end of the eighteenth: You are one of those very people; your name may be turned many wayes, and you are so like in every respect, that unlesse one of you, or all of you come to London, and take the Nationall Covenant, and subscribe your true name, I shall mistake one Knave for another: Your friend Aulicus is sometimes like a Sculler, and his brother Aquaticus together, make use of Oars; you row all alike, with your faces from London, and your backs to Oxford, for you dare not do otherwise: You George Naworth, with your two Brethren, are Homines trium literarum; If you love scolding so well at Oxford, there shall be a Cucking-stool ready for you at Belinsgate, one after another: He that is born to be hanged, needs not fear drowning, as some of you (I mean Aquaticus) have scapt many times be­twixt the Old Swan, the Banke side, or some of those places, and Whitehall. Tell your two Brethren and the rest of your friends, Solamen miseris soci [...]os habuisse dolore.

You tell me, you are not fearfull I should calculate the nativitie of your infamous Chronologie, No! I know that well enough, because I know it was conceived when the Mother was troubled with —, and the Father had the —. I pray thee be not ashamed of thy own Nativitie.

Was not thou born when most of the Planets, especially the Luminaries were in Con­junction (and much afflicted by an Opposition of Mars) with Caput Gorgonis, Medusae, Ras­dalgol, Diaboli, in domo Mortis; read Cardaen's Aphorismes Segmont. 6. circa Medium. The in­fluence is almost Verticall over Oxford. Remember the Lord Strafford but once more, I be­leeve he had that Configuration in his Nativitie in Medio Coeli; you know what a dismall Aspect he had; Caput Algol was in his very forehead; what a Burgundian, Gregorian back blow he received. I wish all Byrons, all Hispaniolized Dons, Frenchified Monsieurs, all Romanized English-men, to take heed, lest their heads Hop off their shoulders: I rather beleeve thou hadst the Dragons tayl in Conjunction with those dismall Starres, Saturn and Mars, in thy Ascendent in some Aeriall Sign; For thy breath stinks, and thou hast a very foul mark in thy mouth: Thou knowest how strangely they dye that have this Constellation. If I be mistaken in my Judgement, send me the time when thou wa'st born, I desire not to know the place, (for I hope the Scots will keep thee from ever returning to Durham.) And Ile try, if by Trutina Hermetis, I can finde An sis legitimus filius; Sure thou hadst a Father, or else how [Page 2] cam'st thou at Oxford? Cum Videris quod Decreta patris non Evenerint ei, quod nutrit Filium tanquam suum, tertus esse debes, quod Adulterinus [...]t. The Tree is known by the fruit; and if I finde my Trutina hit, then the Lord have mercy upon thee.

As for the word Rebell, I tell thee Rogue (it is thy own name) I can give thee no other Title; and I meant thee, and all thy Adherents, that have thus rent (almost in peeces) the most flourishing Kingdom in the Christian World: Rent said I? You have devided the King from His Parliament; the Head from the Body; of which Body, you are a rotten Member (tis a part of your name) and many more such like as your self; all of you must be cut off, or else there will be a grievous pain in the Head; and when the Head is unquiet, akeing, and distempered? In what condition is the rest of the Body; I bid you not ask your Quacks, your Empericks at Oxford, they [...]l intoxicate the Head, and destroy the Body; No, I heartily and hourly pray God that the King would return to His Parliament at Westminster, where under God, both the Head and the rest of the Body, by the wholsome Advice and Councell of (I tell thee again) this thrice honoured, never to be forgotten Parliament it Westminster, where the true Physitians and Chirurgians of the Kingdom, are in daily Consultation, maugre all your opposite malice at Oxford, and will cure (in time) all the distempers and distractions thereof. But they have already Voted, and resolved to cut you, and many more such rotten Members as your self off, that the rest may be preserved.

You tell me that I happened to be mistaken in a figure once, erected for a Mercer of Wakefield in Yorkes [...]ire, many strange lyes have been fathered upon me, the best of it is, it will not own me, nor [...]it; If the man and his wife be reconciled, and left their own home, to live at Oxford, it is an ill Omen; I can make Anagrams as well Asse your self, you shall see by and by, Nemo, It wa [...] some such Body: But suppose there was such a mistake; It may be the question was Radicall with you, and having erected a figure for the woman, she confessed where the money was; Take heed you spend not your Radicall humours thus vainly, thus wantonly, thus lavishly; Fine doings at Oxford you agree like Cats and Dogs; But I am sure you divide the King from His Parliament, and set the Kingdom against itself.

You tell me of one, who in his learned Book, written in defence of Astrology against Master Chambers, that condemnes Horary Questions: I know that learned Author Sir Christopher, you know his other name better then I; you Judas, you long to be Chambered, I shall make you cry Hey down, by and by; If you move a question once more, I fear me it will prove Radicall indeed, in such an hour that you would know your fatall destiny; I will tell it you anon.

Thou sayest Rebellion is as the sin of Witchcraft; I confesse it, and I verily beleeve the Conjurers at Oxford have raised all the devils in Hell (a Black Regiment.) For since they cast their figure, made their circle about Oxford, they have raised, fetcht over more Barba­rous Inhumane bloody Irish Rebels, then ever was in England, since the confusion of Lan­guages; Nay, they have not onely raised the Devills in Ireland, but many turbulent Spirits in England, and if God prevent them not, they will inflame all Christendom, all the World, for the Devill hath been let loose for a season, but we may see by his raging, his time is but short; you are excellent proficients in Conjuration and Witchcraft at Oxford, many of you commence Doctors, remember Faustus, Lopuz, &c.

You tell me I am extreme capable to apprehend, and finde a thing before I hear or see it, or else I could never have found Cain or Cannibal in all your Book (your lying Almanack,) I confesse, I did not finde either of them there, but reading the word Rebel so often there, I thought upon Cains and Cannibals, and Irish Rebels, and Traytors, and Naworths, and N [...] ­worths, and Rogues, and now at last I have found out a way to make one of you.

You bid me remember what the Earl of Strafford said at his death: yes I do, and had you been the same day carryed in a Cart from Newgate, up Holborne, to Tiburne, (I cannot endure these Ornes, and these Vrnes,) I would have left Tower Hill, for I am not Vir Sangui­num, I do not love to see Heads lopt off, (this is leap yeer) I had rather see the fruit (your­self) hang on the Tree.

You bid me take heed I come not to Oxford as a Spye, lest the vigilant Governour make me curse my Ascendant; I tell thee I am otherwise imployed, then to come to Oxford, yet I thank thee for thy Councell, I see day at a little hole; you may chance lose your eyes, when you put your head through one a little bigger, a Rope; I spy out your Knavery: Call you him vigilant Governour? I pray thee what is his name in your Rebellious Catechisme? Is he not a Papist? He and I have contrary Ascendants, we shall never agree, Procul a Jove, procul a fulmine; Ile give thee the like advice, Take heed you come not within the sound of Bow Bell, for fear there be a Gibbet (or Crog-Bren, the Welsh her can English it,) set up for you where Cheapside Crosse (I told you before) once stood; nay, rather beware of [...]ouse in Cornehill, where one of your friends, mistaking his way from Oxford, going up a Ladder, had a Cap pulled over his eyes against the Exchange, and was hanged for a Spye.

Thou talkest of differences of Latitudes and Longitudes, of Oxford and Durham, of London and Fraucofurt; I tell thee the greatest difference betwixt any two places, now in the Christian World, is between Oxford and London: Very strange! For you at Oxford have divided the King from His Parliament at London, and have set three Kingdoms (thou Homo trium Literarum, thou Homo Trioboli) together by the Ears; I am no Carpenter, nor Heylin, nor will be of any your Religions, till you be reformed. But I am almost per­swaded to be of Copernicus his opinion (thou Brazen Nose) and hope (since there is no diffe­rence between England and Scotland, in respect of the Nationall Covenant) that all the World will shortly turn round; Return you Rattle Head, for we shall have a Spring at London, when it is fall of Leaf at Oxford.

You tell me the Schollers in Oxford long to see and dispute with me, whether Newcastle Coal be the Element of Fire, or not. Dispute with the Schollers at Oxford! No! Cambridge is neerer: I wonder how many Wayn load of wounded Schollers, or Cart-load of their dead Carkasses were brought from the Battles of Keynton or Newbury to Oxford, tell me, and you shall see some part of my Arithmetick in Substraction, if you use not the Rule of false­hood, you Logarithme, you Birken, Buffle, Rattlehead, vel Quocunque nomine Apellaris. New­castle Coal the Element of fire, No? But had you some at Oxford? You have an Art there, can make two Eggs three; you can transforme all the Elements, by your Reasonlesse Rail­ings, and chopt Logique; you can make a true Parliament at London, to be counterfeit one at Oxford; you can pretend Parliaments, but you never mean to come heer; you counter­feit to be tryed, you dare as soon be hanged; I hope we shall tell you shortly from London what Newcastle Coal is

You dream of the fire of Purgatory, It is an Article of your Creed; but take heed you descend not Ad Inferes, from whence there will be no Redemption; You are a Pythago­rean, and talk of the Transmigration of Souls; I pray thee tell me, how many are at All Souls, since the two Battles I told you of, I am afraid to come to Oxford, there will be a Resurrecti­on there this Spring; I dare not meet such Spirits or Ghosts, as some of you will be shortly.

You speak of Effects of a contrary nature, as if the Conjunction of Jupiter and Mars did not often so operate by their influences; Yes! One man's fall is another mans rising, many times; you may be hanging on a Gallows, and I stand beneath, to see your neck set awry, when your friends pull you by your Legs, to put you out of your pain.

You talke of Hull, Ile tell you, that place is to keep you out, and then by and by, you think of Hel, That place is prepared for you, to let you in, and all other thy Companions; remember three letters hereafter.

You talke of the Opposition of the Sun and Mars, and still are afrighted at Keynton Battle, I told you before; the Cause precedes the Effect, if the Conjunction hapned the twentie two day, you know what followed the twenty three day; you are a Rebell indeed; you will not leave till Britannicus hath beat out your Brains with his Battle Axe: Remember Caversham Bridge, and Brainford, from whence you ran away.

You cry, alas what mischief did Cheapside Crosse do; I told you once before, I bid you [Page 4] beware that Bow Bell, or Rouse, or Sepulchers do not ring a Knell for you, and the Irish Rebels, who will cry in a pitifull tone shortly, O hone.

In another place you talk of looking thorpw a Mill-stone, &c. and that I go about to confirm your Predictions; and that I conclude them somewhat abruptly, with an &c. I pray thee remember thy self in thy Almanack for 1642. in thy Epistle to the Reader, in thy Verses after thy Judgement of the Eclipses; yea, and in the remainder of thy Judgement after that &c. thou sayst I made: Let me see the Fire-brands you speak of, the Insurrections, The intended Invasion of the Scots; the Book is to be seen: I'll tell thee that Bellum Episco­pale was raised by the Prelats, Papists, Atheists, &c. you have confirmed your own Predi­ctions very well, have you not? yes, and you shall finde the displeasure of the Scots, and then what will become of your Ave Maries? It is true, it must needs be, that offences must come, but woe be to that man by whom the offence cometh, it were better that a Mill stone were hanged about his neck, and that he were drowned in the depth of the Sea. But you need not fear drown­ing; a Rope you do.

In your marginall Notes you quote Statutes: I pray thee let Statutes alone; for they are making such Ordinances at London, that you will be forced shortly to leave your Acts at Ox­ford behinde you: Answer M. Prynne, who will call you to an account for corrupting the Statutes.

In another Marginall Note you bid me let Latine alone. I tell thee, G. N. Coeg-Bobl. are thy companions at Oxford; ask the inhumane bloody Irish Rebells what's the English of it: if they cannot tell thee, the barbarous and heathenish Welch can; for it is as naturall to them, as milk is to a Calf. I need not be a Ductor in Linguas; for there is with you some, I think, of every Nation, besides the Irish: You see I can spell something else besides Latine, and hope to see the time when you may come to your neck-verse. You Puppy, You hic, haec, hoc; You qui, quae, quod, You Neuter, You Commune of two, of three; You Doubt­full, you Epicene Gender: Tu quae Genus, Tu Heterocliton, Tu Disjunctive, Tu Metathesis, Tu Anti­thesis, Tu Apocope, Tu Paragoge; Thou Aulicus, Thou Aquaticus, Thou Mercury very Ridiculous, Thou Bloxford flye, Thou Moon calfe, born that very hour, on that very dismall fifth day of the moneth (you remember the Gun-powder Treason) when thy brother G. Faux was caught with a dark Lanthorne; Thou Vocativo ô Georgi, Thou qui mihi discipulus, Thou As in praesenti, perfectum format, Ut no, nas, Naworth Georgi te Vocitavi: I pray thee help me to make a true Verse of it; but it cannot be done handsomely, till Ge: be made shorter by the head, or his neck stretcht longer with a halter: It was your own Latine, when I transcribed it out of your Almanack. Thou hast eyes like an Owl: I know who quae signifies, and the difference between that and qua. I see now, the way to be a meer Asse, is to be a meer University-Schollar: All the Errata's that are made at Oxford, are yours, not the Printers; it is quite contrary with us at London; and yet Lapsus manus non est Error mentis. There hath been, now is, and shall be vi ia Scriptorum in the Schools, when you shall be expelled the University.

Another Note you have margin'd, and say the Pope is glad at the demolishing of Cheap­side Crosse (this Crosse sticks in your stomacks) And that he will be a gainer by it. I pray thee reade the Popes Destiny; you shall finde it in the Sybills-Oracles, cited by that learned Napeir Lord of Marchistoun in Scotland, after his plain discovery of the whole Revelation of S. John, which he dedicated to King James, 1593. The words I would have you remember are these:

The residue of that, and the rest of that Book you may reade at leisure (if your Go­vernour at Oxford will suffer you; but I believe he is too vigilant: Hath he not procured an Index expurgatorius for it?) and then ask the Pope, your unholy Father, how he is pleased with a Rhythmus, tuned after a pair of Scotch Bag pipes.

You tell me the Schollars had a very good opinion of my skill, since that yeer I prog­nosticated how fallacious and wantonly disposed young women were likely to be. I know [Page 5] many of you Schollars are St-Priests: But I pray thee tell me what yeer of our Lord it was, and I'll search who did Penance for having of two Bastards in one yeer, if the Records be not imbezzelled, and carryed to Oxford; it is most like they are there, where that Anti­christian Rabble of the late Spirituall Court now reside: I was born in Manchester, where if thou wilt go, they will use thee kindely for my sake: But O Strange, Derby is in the way: I have a sister in Mary-Land, what her faults may be I know not; are you without at Ox­ford? This Countrey is a parcell of fruitfull earth, and was sometimes (I suppose) a part of Virginia, Nova-Francia, Hispaniola, New-England, or some of those Islands; but now the Seas have part them, the German, and other Oceans are betwixt us and them: it lies between the Latitudes of 38 and 40 North; but what Longitude it hath I know not, about 300, &c. I pray thee, let it be 666: But now I think on't, the greatest Longitude is no more then 360. Let Longitude alone. The Lord Baltimore (a Papist) had a Patent for it, and in the yeer 1634 named the Countrey Mary-Land; and the Town which before was named by the Indians, Yoacomaco, he named, St. Maries Augusta Carolina. That very yeer in which that Antichristian Arch-Prelate, Will: Laud, the Archbishop of Canterbury (the nume­rall Letters of which name make the number of the Beast, 666) together with his Associates, the bloody Inquisitors of the late High-Commission Court, summoned me thither, que­stioned me for my Almanack 1633, fined me 500 l. suspended me from writing, and imprisoned me eight weeks in the Gate house. But where is his little Grace now? in the Tower. And what is become of the High-Commission Court? So let thine enemies perish, O Lord.

What Bastards were got or born that yeer, 1634. I am ignorant of; But I have heard that in Mary land the Hoggs and Poultry are much encreased; And although the Scots will not go thither to eat the flesh of those Beasts, I hope they will help to unroust the Poultry at Oxford. Take heed, G. N. that these two Bastards be not there; one of them may chance be a Goodcoale, an Ordinary to look over your left shoulder, when you cannot reade Mise­rere mei: And the other shall be (a name-sake of one of your friends, sometimes Pope) a Gregory to look over yo [...] right shoulder when you are hanging: you know Tyburne stands where it did, though Cheapside Crosse do not.

I know not what you mean by my cunning in making of Circles, of Crosses, of Coynes, or round things, &c. But you have made a Noose for your neck, and I have made A Rope for a Paaret, a Prater, for you, G. N. you Anagram-maker.

Do not so wickedly, so ungratefully abuse the Parliament the Lord Genreall, the Lord Admirall, the Assembly of Divines, the Scotch Commissioners, the Lord Maior, Alder­men, and Common-Councell-men of London, the meanest of whom is as much above thy malice as thy slanders.

You talk of Mariana's Book that was burnt at Paris, and wish that it were re-printed by Order, that it might perswade some Rogue or other to attempt the Act to kill the King and Prince. Quecunque modo, &c. Thou Cavillar, Thou Ravillac: There's a name, an Anagram for you, Mr. G. N. and the rest of the Cavaliers. I beseech your Majesty look round about you; There be many such Cavillars, many such Ravillacs, many Jesuites, Papists, bloody Irish Rebells, &c. neer you: Think upon the untimely death of the Queens Father, Hen. 4. there are many Assassinates. You, George Naworth, I know no Rogue, no Regicide so likely as your self, to do such a bloody Act, had you but an Irish long knife, such as the women brought from thence lately; how like Ravillac you would look? you remember his end: you love to make Anagrams, you shall have one, two, or three by and by, you homo trium literarum. Trioboli, &c.

You tell me that I am not yet out of my School Books, and that it were best for me to get to Lincolns-Inne and scrape Trenchers. I tell thee, I am, and that [...] Horn Booke am sent you George Naworth to learn you to spell by, and make Anagrams, I shall tell you your Fortune out of it by and by. As for the scraps of my Trencher, I left them behinde me at Lincolnes-Inne; I pray thee look in the Bog house there, where you shall finde spoon meat enough, I warrant you, as much as will fill an egge for your Breakfast that morning you receive this: And, if you stay a little longer at Oxford, you will be glad of some my scraps,

You are mightily given to mistake, and mis-call one name for another at Oxford; and you use many Languages there: and between English and Latine, you have made an Anagram of my name. You Romanists, you Schollars have nothing else to do: you were beholding to the Whore of Babylon, who hath taught you the Language of the Beast: I am sure some part of it is at Oxford, but it will not bite me: You have learnt, That h, proprie quidem litera non est, sed Aspirationis nota; yet I shall have an h in my name, when thou hast no breath in thy body. The figure Casura is more used in that letter then in any other; I pray thee, by Poetica licentia, grant it me, and then it will be thus, I be no Rooke: you see how you mistake at Oxford. But because I will not adde or diminish one letter, take the true Anagram of my name, which is, Honi-Brooke; so I have my h again. Thou hast given me a new name, Mastix; I tell thee, Mastick is very good for thy Gummes, and being chawed in thy mouth, will purge malignant humours from thence: Now if thou wantest any Honey, thou mayest have English enough, from the place I make it, to sweeten thy mouth: I was Christned, but not in Raggs of Popery, as though wouldst fain have me: Thou Es, if thou wert Christned Georgius, and thy Fathers or thy Mothers name Naworth, thou hast another name, it begins with a W, and ends with an N: Be not ashamed of it, do not defile thy own nest, hide not thy self in a hole or a Saw-pit. Take this Anagram out of the same Language thou speakest to me in, Georgius Naworth, Thou own's a Greg'ri: But because I will give thee thy du [...], thou was Christned George, and thy Sirname Naworth, take these two Ana's, A [...] rot'n Rogue, or, Hang ô true Rogue: The sense of which words are thus, Thou own's a Greg'ri, A huge rot'n Rogue. These Anagrams thou mak'st, Hang ô true Rogue, Conveniunt Rebus nomin [...] saepe suis; Here's plain English, M. G. N. you see what you must trust to, Respi e Funem, that's your end, and there I leave you. I told you before, That I should make Naworth, No worth, and if the Rope hold, it will be too late to call George again; a living Dogge will be better then a dead Lion.

I have now done with you, G.N. onely me thinks I see you, what an ill-favoured name you have, how like a Rogue you look, Quisque fortunae suae faber; who cries A and O now? I found you O Rogue, and I leave you in A Rope, where you shall make a wry mouth, thou man in the Moon. The time of Action is neer; the Spring is coming on apace, and therefore I have sent you A Cure for your Malignancie; which if your Physitian Gregory perform not, you may do it your self; It is no more but put a Rope about your neck, and a swinge or two, And so farewell and be hang'd.