A Case for Noll Cromwells Nose; with the cure of Tom Fairfax his Gout.
IF any Man, Angell or Devill can tell where the bodies of Oliver Cromwell and Tom Fairfax are now resident, you may know the one by his refulgent copper nose, which he ever kept well burnisht, that so he might not be constrained to trouble the devill to light him, or grope out his way to hell, you may know the other by his smoakie countenance, his mouth is drawn awry, and he looks like the picture of Doomsday, when the Planets be darkned; if any as aforesaid can bring tale or tyding, where the two Archtraytors aforesaid now are, let him bring word to the cryer, and he shall be well rewarded.
God save the King and — the Parliament.
The Saints have lost their way to their promised Jerusalem, and they are like to reigne but bare seven of those thousand years of tranquillity, which they proposed to themselves, the conceit of which, some years since so tickled their fancies, that some of them openly averred, that God by their hands would root out the wicked and ungodly ones out of the Land, and that none should survive but those elected, with whom Christ should converse in person a thousand yeares: and this errour even the chiefest of their Rabbies have this many years confirmed unto them, and within this [Page 2]two moneths they sate upon the pinacle of their hopes, and imagined without doubt it should be so.
But see how these foolish Saints were frustrated of their expectation, and that worthily; for could they imagine that the foundation of that peace can stand, which is laid with dead bodies for brick, and Blood for morter, or that their imprisoning of Christs beloved, and his fathers Anointed our most deare and dread Soveraigne, could hasten the sun of Righteousnesse amongst them? or that while they upheld in open Rebellion, and supported in all lust, luxurie, murthers and outrages, a knot of cursed Atheists (who are not ashamed to call themselves a Parliament) they should have the mountaines levelled, the vallies levelled, and all things reduced to a paritie? the madnesse of these Hypocrites, who were so besotted as to perswade themselves, of happinesse in Hell, or dreame of pleasures in a dungeon! they finde now that blood will have vengeance, and that Rebellion must not passe unpunisht: and let all the Nations of the world be warned by their example, and beware how they rise in armes for trifles: for what have these men done for the glory of God, save quite taken away all order and decencie in his worship? have given life to, and revived all the pestilent and pernicious Sects of old; So that it may be said of England as of Amsterdam, if any man have lost his Religion, let him but goe thither and he shall be sure to find it: what ease have they purchased to the people, unlesse it may be ease, to be overburthen'd and pressed even to the earth with Taxes, innumerable Assessements, so that the poore dry out for bread and nothing but lamentation is heard in the Streets: what glory have they purchased for their King, unlesse it be for his glory to be turned out of all he has, his lands and revenues seized on, and the majesty thereof imployed to maintaine warre against him, to be clapt up close prisoner in a remote angle of the world, to have none about him but Rogues, who would as willingly kill him as feed themselves; and make no more scruple to give him poison, then to crack a nut: where hee is utterly destitute of all comforts, save those which his pious soule administers, where he hath been abused, scoffed, yea beaten and trod upon by a damnd villaine his jailor [Page 3] Hammond, where he may sy murthered (for ought we may know) even at this present time; what have these villaines gained to themselves, but even sure and certaine destruction, the whole Kingdome whom they have so long and strangely abused, being every day like to rise upon them and cut their throates, as Kent, Surrey, Essex, Cornwall, Sussex, Hampshire and even the whole Nations, are now arming themselves to take strickt vengeance on them: this their resolution put Oliver the Red Saint into such a feare, that he could not indure to think of living any longer, the griefe which that great nos'd Champion took to see things so strangely turne on the sudden, struck to his heart, which together with a wound that he received, fighting against Loyall Poyer, sent him to an nother world, and hath given me occasion to write this his Elegie, and to prefix the insuing Epitaph.
Farwell Olliver Cromwell a name that hath been ever omminous to the Church: for in Henry the eights [Page 5]daies, (you may remember) that a Cromwell was the hammer that beat downe the monasteries, and religious Houses, and in the raigne of our most pious Soveraigne Lord, unfortunate King CHARLES, this Cromwell hath been chiefly active in defacing, demollishing, and levelling Churches, in persecuting, robbing and imprisoning all learned and knowing men: but enough of him whose infamie will ever last; Fairfax a perjurd Rebell, who obliged himselfe to his Majesty at Newmarket, and afterwards took his oath in the presence of God and his King, that he would use his utmost indeavours to reinthrone him; and for that purpose would put his Army into a condition of warre, in case those at Westminister should gainsay; yet afterwards by faire promises, and at the instigation of the Kings knowne enemies, broke his oath, and permitted his Soveraigne to be carried close Prisoner to the Ile of Wight, and hath since in person fought against his friends, both in Kent and other parts of the Kingdome, but by the just judgement of God he was lately shot in the groine, of which he is since dead; so may they all perish that hate their King, which accident happy without doubt to the Kingdome, hath given me occasion to write this his Elegie, and to annex his Epitaph.
Barkestead the thimble-maker also is dead, his whole company were cut almost all off at the late fight in Kent by the just judgement of God, for their murthering and pillaging those innocent men that came out of Surrey only to petition for a redresse of grievances, let us but wait a while, I mean we that are aged and not fit to oppose the Rebells, and we shall see them all drop into the grave one after another, we have Gods own Word, yea his Oath, that he will confound them.