Against William LI-LIE (alias) Lillie, that MOST AUDACIOUS ATHEISTICALL Rayling RABSHECA, that Impious WITCH or WIZZARD, and most Abhominable SORCERER, or STAR-GAZER of LONDON, and all his Odious ALMANACKS, and Others.

Written by John Viccars Schoolemaster of Christ Hospitall, few dayes before his death, which he had prepared for the Black Munday, turned white since his dissolution.
Isaiah 47. 12, 13, 14.

Stand, now with thine Inchantments, and with the multi­tude of thy Sorceries, wherein thou hast laboured from thy youth: if so be thou shalt be able to profit, if so be thou may'st prevaile: Thou art wearied in the multitude of thy Counsels; Let now the Astrologers, the Star-gazers, the Monethly Prognosticators stand up and save thee, from those things that shall come upon thee. Behold, they shall be as Stuble, the fire shall burn them, they shall not deliver themselves from the power of the flame.

Acts 13. 8, 9, 10.

But, Elymas this Sorcerer, with-stood Paul and Barnabas, (just, as the Sorcerer Lilly, does all the Blessed, Reverend, and Religious Disciples and Presbyterian Minnisters of Jesus Christ;) Whereupon, Paul filled with the Holy-Ghost, set his eyes on him and said, O, full of all Subtilty, and all Mischief, thou Child of the Divell, thou Enemie of all Righteousnesse! wilt thou not cease to pervert the right wayes of the Lorde?

EPIGRAMMA: In Lillium, bardum Astrologastrum:

LIllius est quid vis, est bardus; perditus, audax,
Est mendax, asinus, Li-lius Astrologus.
Demon strat nomen, Te, mendacissimè Li-li,
Nomine, bis Mendax dicere, re (que) magis.
Istis, Quid levius, quibus est pro numine nomen
Mendacis, magis est qui levitate, levis.
Candida, mi Li-li non sunt Tibi Lilia nomen;
Vix, inter vepres nomen habere potes.
HOw vain, how light, how foolish, & how naught,
Are all that praise Thee? & thy books have bought?
To call you Lille, more, it were a scorne,
Your Name's a Netile, Thistle, Bryer, or Thorn;
Your head, your Pen, your Tongue, doe pinch and sting
More than doth Nettle, Bryer, or any-thing.
To Li-lie now, all men may well say, fie,
Because your Name saies, twice, to you, you lye.
But, if you say, you have an L. in't more,
Then adde you fiftie-lyes to two, before;
Thus, Lies, for weeks make-up a iust New-year;
O brave! what Almanaker have we here?
Finis.

Aliud, in Eundem OR, The foresaid Latine Epigram Englished and Enlarged.

LIllie is ought that's naught, Dunce, Wretch, past shame,
Li-lie's an Asse, Star-gazer. Lyes doth frame.
Li-lie, thy Name shewes thee a monstrous Lyer,
In Name, a double-one, in Deed, much higher.
What's Idler, than to idolize his Name,
Whose lying-self's more flashie than a flame?
White Lilie's no fit name for Li-lies base,
Scarce among Thornes may we such Henbane place.
Yet, thus it ever was, and is so still,
Faire names, oft, given to things and Men, most ill.
Thus, Jeroboams Calves call'd worship fair,
Thus, that notorious hypocritick-pair;
Both Ananias and Saphira had
Two gracious names, themselves exceeding bad.
Thus divers Popes, as Clement, Cnnocent,
Had specious names, natures most turbulent
Thus in our dayes, that devellish Doctor Lamb,
Favorite to the Duke of Buckingham,
And this our filthie Li-lies elder Brother
For wicked Witcherie, just such another;
Thus Sr. John Lamb a persecutor base
Of Gods deare Saints; and, little Laudes lesse Grace
Of Canterbury; and his chirping Wren
Had, all, fine names; but monsters were of Men,
For Craft and crueltie, and wickednesse,
All haters of the power of Godlinesse.
And, so, this filthie Lillie, Athiest vile,
Seemes, with a prettie name, to gull, beguile
Credulous fooles, with's devellish false Praedictions
Stigian Inchantments, figure-casting fictions.
Thus, with fair vailes, O how this wretch doth wrong,
The best of Gods deare Saints, whom, all along,
In all his wicked works, He does besweare,
With devellish Lies (whose very shoes to beare
This Atheist is unworthie) And, with fell
And furious rage (like * Cerberus of Hell
That stigian Tripple-Headed Hel-Hound base)
Our precious morning-Sermons does disgrace,
Calls them, jejune, rebellious, vile, and vain,
And, Presbyterian-Bag-pipes. O profane,
Accursed Atheist! O incarnate Devill!
Foe to all goodnesse, friend to infernall evill.
But, certainly, our just and righteous God,
In time, will make him feele with wrathfull Rod
Of just revenge, for all his devellish spight,
Against his Saints; As, once, he made it light
On * Doctor Lamb, his brother; If, the Lord
Grace of repentance does not him afford.
But, say, besides; what reason has this Wretch,
Toad-like, with Pride and Rage, to strut and stretch
Himselfe, in admiration of his skill
Of star-gazing-Astrologie, most ill,
As he it uses? Since (as Linguists know)
From th' * Ebrew-root, Astrologus doe grow
The Latine Sterens, Sterquilinium,
Which genuinely, doe unto thusmuch come;
Astrologie is but a Dun-hill vile,
And Astrologians, Dung, base Knaves; with guile,
And lying Divinations fravght most full,
The mad-head Multitude to cheat and gull.
And as the Divell whom Endors Witch did call,
Instead of Samuel, to appeare to Saul,
Did deal with him, mixt seeming-piety
To check and chide Sauls said impiety
In coming to the Devill, when God had left him,
And of his Grace and help had quite bereft him:
Even so, this filthie dreamer, Li-lie vile,
Credit to gain, and slylier to beguile,
With his false Dreames, doth scripture intermix▪
And thus, still personates the Prince of Stix,
Sathan, his Master, All his pamphlets ore,
And, with these Cheates, This witch does rage and roare;
Triumphing, if his Delphick-Divinations
But once hit right, for manifold frustrations.
Let, therefore, Zim, Jim, all Alectoe's train,
The Satyre, Shrich-owl, vulture flock, a main,
To lying Li-lie, in a chorus round,
And dance and sing, with hideous yelping sound,
Let vagrant Jipsies, fortune-tellers base,
Come to him, likewise, and with brazen face,
Chaunt-out their lousie joy, and stygian gladnesse
In this their lying Almanakers madnesse
And when the dance is done, their sport is ended,
Bring him to's place; Thus, Earth shall be befriended.
Finis
Exodus 22. 18. Levit. 20. 27.

Thou shalt not suffer a Man or Woman that is a Witch Wiz­zard, Necromancer, or one that deales with Familliar Spirits to live among you.

Printed in the Yeare when the Astrologers and Mountebanks lost their Judgments, 29 March, 1652.

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