FAREWELL MYTER OR, CANTERBURIES MEDITATIONS.

AND WRENN's Syllogismes.

ALSO, The Divels moane for the discontent of his Servants and Assistants, and his Epitaphs upon each of their Burials.

Together with His Chronicles for their hereafter Memories, inserted the 12. day of the moneth Tridemiter, according to the Infernall Collateration, peccandi. An. Dom. MDCCCXCV.

Looke in, and view,
Supposed yet true;
Composed for you.

By RICHARD NEWROBE.

Printed for William Larnar, in the Yeare, 1641.

CANTERBURIES Meditation.

THe Method of my griefes and sad aspect of all my present miseries would fill a volume, I have studied long to bring the types thereof to a Compendium, but cannot, in respect that every mem­ber in a Sympathie doth beare a fellow feeling and the heart that same most glorious contriver, and my intellect that comprehensive compasser are both struck dumbe as dimme, with the too much Sun-shine of my former Fortunes, compared with these my in­tollerable and insupportable distresses. The Ayre seemes now infected, the Skyes lookes pale me thinks as if the Greene sicknes had ascended from earth to those Sublymer Creatures the winde blowes and whispers nothing but the newes of a chill and cold guilt which like qualmes possesse and overcome my vitall parts, The peoples curse and dayly exclamati­ons against me, nay the very sencelesse creatures me thinkes I heare them bleate and bellow forth my condemnatory sentence; O what an agony am I in! what a feare possesseth my soule, and what a di­straction do I suffer when I view and but peruse my former devises, the Plots of my head, the thoughts of my heart, and the workes of my hands, labours of my [Page 2] feete using all diligence Manibus pedibus (que), to sub­vert true Religion, and plant that ruinating grub of Popish superstition, there is no member free no part of the body uncorrupt but hath joyned in the ad­vancing these my impious intentions onely the neck faulty too for supporting so pernitious a head-peece, then breake neck or nothing for I am a cripple the first gradation that I ever made shewed the unfortu­nate progresse of the future and ensuing wounds and disgraces I have since received, my seeking divi­sions in the Church produced this effect, that what­soever was Ceremonious was then presently called Canterburian Schismes what for outward ornament accusations in Church Government, this the first a wound yea a great one to my good name, since when I have received ten times as many in my body inso­much as I am almost become leprous and a very masse of distemperature, my perswasions and attayning an Army against SCOTLAND, where being too valiant, or rather too violent in persuing so unjust and pet­nitious a Warre, I received the first ingredient to my overthrow being shot with a Scotch Pistolett in the Eare: I never since could heare good of my selfe and striving to overcome them it proved so farre contrary, They bruised my head whilst I scarce brui­sed their heeles.

This my first Wound in so dangerous a place not well looked into festred and so converted to an Imposthume.

FOr fearing least it should prove fatall in respect my best Phisitions gave Counsell to refraine dis­discourse least the organs of the eares being pene­trated would be offended thereby, there being a [Page 3] company of talkative companions gathered together in a Parliament as neere (as unnecessary to me) that lay still babbling that I was forc't to attend whether I would or noe; who so scrapt and exulcerated my wound that I resolved to breake it up, which I per­form'd notwithstanding in the conflict I received a wound of a City dart in the bosome, the head there­of being loose and a forker stayed behind to the en­dangering of my whole body; For I never sneeze and say God helpe me halfe so oft as they the Devill take me, they make an Estridge of me ever since feeding me with Iron that I feare in the conclusion will stick in my throat and choake me, I have swallowed many pils since of their making which have wrought won­derfully and had not my body beene of a strong con­stitution I had purged my selfe as leane as a rake since that they have forc'd me to be let blood of a new Parliament contrary to my Physitians advice and their Surgions being vnskilfull or else to skilfull for me prickt not onely the Veyne but the Artery inso­much that I am more distressed then a pumickled pri­soner being not able to stirre hand or foote to help my selfe, I must nevertheles commend their care for one thing for convaying me to so safe custody, for I feare me if I had beene left to the wilde multitude in stead of being Coached I had been carted and in­stead of being Canoniz'd I had been Anatomiz'd long since, O the griefe and sorrow that doth attend me in these my distresses and the miserable paines I endure in these my nominated wounds, My Physitians have now left me my friends failed me I have but one hope of cure and but one meanes which is a balsome from his holinesse upon whom I am resolved to de­pend and settle my whole expectation.

VVRENN'S SYLLOGISMES.

THe Chorus of my former Blisses, are
The onely Comforts in my Lenten fare;
The Liberties I once enjoy'd, proud Fate
Hath turned to a Prison; dismall hate
Had nere such power on my decaying Soule;
That fils my heart with sorrow, mind with dole.
The Pope I honour'd once, when as the wheele
Of my unconstant Fortune 'gan to reek;
Fearing the turne, I made the Pope my friend,
That if it fell to him I might ascend
In such sublime an Honour, such a Blisse,
As I expected: Is all turn'd to this?
A pris'ner now, poore WREN is in a cage;
Alas poore Bird, sing, act on every Stage:
Well sith 'tis so, and twill no better be,
Ile singe, my Wings (though clipt) I cannot [...]ee:
The Fryer was deceiv'd the wench it'h Well,
He nere sung out; nor I mee out of Hell.
HAile holy Father I thee blesse,
And still adore thy Holinesse;
Never wanton Bird would flye
Unto thee willinger then I:
[Page 5] Thou grand POPE my chiefe delight,
Canst not ayd me in my flight.
Help there's none;
More's my mone.
Sith 'tis so, Ile nere forsake
Thee till the Divell both us take;
The Hereticks say I'm his due,
If he takes me, hee'l nere misse you:
We need not feare nor wind, nor weather,
If that we goe to Hell together.
Help there's none;
More's my mone.

The DIVELS Moane, Or the discontent of his Servants and Assistants, and his Epitaphs upon each of their Burials.

For CANTERBURY.

ILe CANTER- Masses at thy Buriall;
LAVD all thy former Workes; besides [...]e shall
Whilst thou dost lie on Earth, below in Hell
At thy departure tole thy Passing-Bell:
All men shall say, here lies great PLUTO's Brother,
When he is gone nere looke for such an other.

For WRENN.

OVr dearest Bird who ne [...] desir to feed
On better food then on Division-seed;
Wee have provided for thee in our Cell,
Variety of Food, rare Fruits of Hell:
All men shall say This Marble Tomb doth cover.
My Friend on Earth all godly Workes Reprover.

I account these Honours not sufficient for you my deare Servants; but intend likewise for your hereaf­ter Memory to Chronologize the same amongst my Re­cords of Acheronta I have given order to Diaholicus my Secretary who hath drawne it up in this manner.

In the Yeare Schismaticus 1944 our two Vice­gerents upon Earth laudable LAVD, and pernicious WRENN shewed themselves di­ligent for the advancing of Impiety, bringing in of Schismes, animating Sects, loving of e­vill doing no good to our Honour, whose Re­ward is as yet behind in our Eternitie.

FINIS.

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