AETERNITATI SACRUM.
[...] MONƲMENT Er
[...]
[...]
[...]ated to the
[...]mory of t
[...]
GREAT MINISTER of State, and fa
[...]ou
[...]
MASTER of the
ORDINANCE for b
[...]ing, Church
[...]s
BLEW DICK of
Thanet.
He's dead and gone▪ Now wh
[...] or whither▪
Would
[...]ny know, let them come hither.
'Tis he, whose
[...] for K
[...] crew▪
Got him the
[...]
Who, like a
[...] Jugler took
Religion
[...] for a cloak▪
Who did the Serpents chase a
[...]
But would not
[...]
Who dealt (
[...]ugh not with Whore
[...] and Bawds)
Not
Peter;s mo
[...]e, in pious Franc
[...]
Who wore Sheeps-cloathing
But lodg'd a Ravening Wo
[...]
Who other, goods did oft invade▪
But never restitution made
Who, like a Presbyterian
[...]
[...]
Who
[...] Gnats was won
[...] to
[...]
But swallowed Camels without
[...]
Who from a Ceremony
[...]led
[...]nd yet Rebellion followed.
Who Princes
[...] decry'd▪
Yet
Cromwels High-Court justifi'd.
Who, whil'st he Organs overthrew▪
The Trumpet of Sedition blew
Who Self-denial Preach'd; but then
The practice left for other men
Who hated Peace, but courted Strife▪
And would not s;wear, but lye for life
Who was against all Forms, unless
It were a Form of Godliness
Who did Idolatry detes;t,
But Sacriledge could well digest.
Who Saints from Windows tumbled, and
Yet let his Dad, the Devil stand.
[...], 'cause Salt-waters best to scoure▪
To clean the Church, be-piss'd the flo
[...]
[...], that he might convert the Jew
The Ch
[...]istians▪ Badge, the Cross o'rthrew▪
Who therefore threw the Myte
[...] down,
[...]hat he might after cast the Crown:
And such Triumphant-Saints as he
Chant out their
Hey then
[...] go we.
Who, like as all weak Brethren did,
Took (right or wrong) the stronges;t side
And was resolv'd, what e'r was Trump;
To follow sute, though 'twere the Rump▪
Whos
[...] worth or wit, no times would own,
Till Dunces had put Doctors down.
Who was betimes a Knave-in-grain,
And Elder-grown▪ might pas for twain.
Who liv'd not loved, and when dead,
Was neither miss'd, nor pitied.
But is he gone! Then wither, pray?
To Heaven or Hell? What shall we say?
If merit here take place, his face
Not more like
Judas, then his case.
And if his Work and Wages sure;
That Heaven's not his, is past dispute.
Then Hell must be. But, Reader, stay,
Is he not gone another way?
He needed purging (sure enough)
So full the wretch of vitions stuff:
We'll then for once admit the story,
And think him gone to Purgatory.
Where let him stay, nor thence get free,
Till Heaven shall want such Saints as he.
Mean time, how smiles the Earth! as pleas'd
Of such a burthen to be eas'd.
Whil'st
Kent, asham'd to own the Lout,
Is glad the Fiery metcor's out.
Whose Famous Church the Brute so bang'd,
She's ve
[...]t at heart he was not hang'd.
And that of all the Graceless pack,
An act of Grace should save his neck.
Vowing henceforth (at once the
Picts)
To guard
Sarre-Wall against
[...]lew Dicks:
(As
Goths and
Vandals were to
Rome)
The Scourge of
Kent and Christendome.
But
Charity bids
Passion cease,
Then, gentle Reader, go
[...] Peace.
Dignum laude virum Musa vetat Mori
Vivit post Funera Virtus.
London, Printed by Peter Lillicrap, for H. Brome a [...] the sign of the Gun in Ivy-lane, 1662.