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<HEAD>A DIALOGUE Between the Gho&s;ts of the Two la&s;t Parliaments, at their late Interview.</HEAD>
<P><ADD>A libell on both the Parliamts.</ADD></P>
<P>&mdash;<HI>Fuimus Troes.</HI>&mdash; <HI>Nitimur in vetitum.</HI>&mdash;</P>
<P><ADD>7 Aprill. 1681.</ADD></P>
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<SPEAKER>We&s;tmin&s;ter Gho&s;t's Advice.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>FRom deepe&s;t Dungeons of Eternal Night,</L>
<L>The &s;eats of Horror, Sorrow, Pains &amp; &s;pight,</L>
<L>I have been &s;ent to tell your tender Youth</L>
<L>A &s;ea&s;onable and Important Truth!</L>
<L>I feel, (but Oh too late,) that no De&s;ea&s;e</L>
<L>Is like a Surfeit of Luxurious Ea&s;e,</L>
<L>And of all other, the mo&s;t tempting things,</L>
<L>Are too much Wealth, and too Indulgent Kings.</L>
<L><HI>None</HI> ever was &s;uperlatively ill,</L>
<L>But by Degrees, with Indu&s;try and Skill:</L>
<L>And &s;ome, who&s;e Meaning hath at fir&s;t been fair,</L>
<L>Grow Knaves by U&s;e, and Rebels by De&s;pair.</L>
<L>My time is pa&s;t, and Yours will &s;oon begin,</L>
<L>Keep the fir&s;t Blo&s;&s;oms from the bla&s;t of Sin;</L>
<L>And by the Fate of my Tumultuous ways,</L>
<L>Pre&s;erve your &s;elf, and bring &s;erener Days.</L>
<L>The bu&s;ie &s;ubtile Serpents of the Law,</L>
<L>Did fir&s;t my Mind from true Obedience draw;</L>
<L>While I did Limits to the King pre&s;cribe,</L>
<L>And took for Oracles that Canting Tribe,</L>
<L>I chang'd True Freedom for the Name of Free,</L>
<L>And grew Seditious for Variety;</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">ll that oppos'd me were to be accus'd;</L>
<L>And, by the Law I Legally abus'd.</L>
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<L><GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 span">e Robe was &s;ummon'd, <HI>M&mdash;<ADD>aynar</ADD>d</HI> in the head,</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 span">gal Murder none &s;o deeply read:</L>
<L>I brought him to the Bar, where once he &s;tood,</L>
<L>Stain'd with the (yet un-expiated) Blood</L>
<L>Of the Brave <HI>Strafford,</HI> when 3 Kingdoms rung</L>
<L>With his accumulative Hackney Tongue;</L>
<L>Pri&s;oners, and Witne&s;&s;es were waiting by;</L>
<L>The&s;e had been taught to Swear, and tho&s;e to dy,</L>
<L>And to expect Their Arbitrary Fates,</L>
<L>Some for ill Faces, &s;ome for good E&s;tates:</L>
<L>To fright the People, and Alarm the Town,</L>
<L><HI>B&mdash;</HI> and <HI>O&mdash;<ADD>als</ADD></HI> imploy'd the Reverend Gown.</L>
<L>But while the <HI>Triple Mitre</HI> bore the blame,</L>
<L>The Kings 3 <HI>Crowns</HI> were their Rebellious aim:</L>
<L>I &s;eem'd, (and did but &s;eem) to fear the <HI>Guards,</HI></L>
<L>And took for mine the <HI>B<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 span"></HI> and the <HI>W&mdash;<ADD>ards</ADD>,</HI></L>
<L>Anti-monarchick Hereticks of Sate,</L>
<L>Immoral Athei&s;ts, Rich, and Reprobate:</L>
<L>But above all, I got a little Guide,</L>
<L>Who every Foard of Villany had try'd;</L>
<L>None knew &s;o well the old Pernicious way</L>
<L>To Ruine Subjects, and make <HI>Kings</HI> obey;</L>
<L>And my &s;mall <HI>Jehu</HI> at a Furious Rate,</L>
<L>Was driving <HI>Eighty</HI> back to <HI>Forty Eight.</HI></L>
<L>This the King knew, and was Re&s;olv'd to bear,</L>
<L>But I mi&s;took his <HI>Patience</HI> for his <HI>Fear:</HI></L>
<L>All that this happy I&s;land could afford,</L>
<L>Was Sacrific'd to my Voluptuous Board.</L>
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<LG>
<L>In his whole Paradice one only Tree</L>
<L>He had excepted by a &s;trict Decree;</L>
<L>A <HI>Sacred Tree</HI> which <HI>Royal Fruit</HI> did bear,</L>
<L>Yet It in pieces I Con&s;pir'd to tear;</L>
<L>Beware my Child! Divinity is there.</L>
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<LG>
<L>This &s;o out-did all I had done before,</L>
<L>I could attempt, and He indure no more.</L>
<L>My Un-prepar'd and Un-repenting breath,</L>
<L>Was &s;natch'd away by the &s;wift Hand of Death,</L>
<L>And I (with all my Sins about me) hurl'd,</L>
<L>To th'utter Darkne&s;s of the lower World;</L>
<L>A dreadful place which you too &s;oon will &s;ee,</L>
<L>If You believe Seducers more than Me.</L>
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<SPEAKER>Oxford Gho&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L><HI>HAil great prophetick Spirit, who could &s;ee</HI></L>
<L><HI>Through the dark Gla&s;s of rip'ning time, what we</HI></L>
<L><HI>Too true have found, and now too late complain,</HI></L>
<L><HI>That thou Great Spirit &s;hould&s;t foretel in vain:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Full well and faithfully did&s;t thou advi&s;e,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Had we been mode&s;tly and timely wi&s;e:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Free may you range, &s;aid&s;t thou, through every Field</HI></L>
<L><HI>And what el&s;e more luxurious Gardens yield</HI></L>
<L><HI>Is thine; what e're may plea&s;e, what e're delight</HI></L>
<L><HI>The weakest Stomach, nicest Appetite.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Of all the plenty of &s;o va&s;t a Store</HI></L>
<L><HI>One thing forbidden is, one, and no more:</HI></L>
<L><HI>By late and &s;ad experience of what's pa&s;t</HI></L>
<L>Probatum e&s;t, ip&s;e dixit; <HI>Do not tast!</HI></L>
<L><HI>Swift Ruine's there, and &s;ure De&s;truction,</HI></L>
<L><HI>How great a truth, had it in time been known.</HI></L>
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<SPEAKER>Westm. Gho&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>Vain empty Nothing, that wert lately <HI>All,</HI></L>
<L>How ju&s;t, and how unpitied is thy Fall:</L>
<L>Well worthy of the horrours of this place,</L>
<L>That would no warning take by my Di&s;grace;</L>
<L>Glutted with plenty, &s;urfeited with Peace,</L>
<L>Weary of Ble&s;&s;ings, &s;ick of too much Ea&s;e:</L>
<L>Mad re&s;tle&s;s <HI>Troublers</HI> of our <HI>I&s;rael,</HI></L>
<L>Who would not quiet be when things went well;</L>
<L>Of &s;ecret ba&s;e De&s;igns meer manag'd <HI>Tools,</HI></L>
<L>Ra&s;h, unadvi&s;ed, incorrigible <HI>F&mdash;<ADD>ools</ADD>,</HI></L>
<L>Brisk Hot&s;purs, incon&s;iderately bold,</L>
<L>By much too violent, and too hot to hold.</L>
<L>Zeal flew as if't had been to run a Race,</L>
<L>Duty and Rea&s;on cou'd not keep it pace:</L>
<L>In&s;en&s;ible, regardle&s;s of my Fate;</L>
<L>Dull <HI>Phrygian</HI> Sages, wi&s;e when 'tis too late;</L>
<L>You liv'd, and then you had an ea&s;ie way</L>
<L>T'have provided 'gain&s;t the Evil Day,</L>
<L>Who would not then be timely wi&s;e, for bear</L>
<L>Your vain un&s;ea&s;onable Sorrows here.</L>
<L>Frailty (for men are frail) may err one time,</L>
<L>But Malice only can repeat the Crime.</L>
<L>Unthinking Senate, fed with empty words</L>
<L>Of <HI>Patriot Lawyers</HI> and <HI>Prote&s;ting Lords:</HI></L>
<L>Abus'd by <HI>Popular</HI> and <HI>mi&s;taken Friends;</HI></L>
<L>Serv'd a dull Property for <HI>ba&s;e hidden Ends.</HI></L>
<L>Liberty, Property and Religion,</L>
<L>Sweet Names, and &s;o is <HI>REFORMATION.</HI></L>
<L>Rank &s;ign of &s;ickly and <HI>di&s;temper'd Times,</HI></L>
<L>When <HI>fairest Names</HI> di&s;gui&s;e the <HI>foule&s;t Crimes.</HI></L>
<L>The cry of <HI>Liberty</HI> helpeth Ambition,</L>
<L>And <HI>&s;trait-lac'd Con&s;cience</HI> choaks <HI>Religion:</HI></L>
<L>Of publick Int're&s;t you had no concern;</L>
<L>But damn'd a Proverb, <HI>Ne'r too late to learn.</HI></L>
<L>By no experience taught, mi&s;carriage tam'd,</L>
<L>Nor by &s;ad in&s;tance of my Fate reclaim'd,</L>
<L>What prejudice and <HI>private ends</HI> ill us'd,</L>
<L><HI>Fal&s;e Zeal</HI> and <HI>like Religion</HI> ill excus'd:</L>
<L>Who (&s;tiff-neck'd) rather wou'd my Fate repeat,</L>
<L>Than by new mea&s;ures be &s;ecurely great:</L>
<L>No <HI>freedom of debate</HI> was left for you,</L>
<L>When all was mov'd and manag'd by a few.</L>
<L>Your leading <HI>M&mdash;<ADD>aynard</ADD>, J&mdash;<ADD>ones</ADD></HI> and <HI>W&mdash;<ADD>innington</ADD>,</HI></L>
<L>As if all Wi&s;dom were in them alone:</L>
<L>A <HI>Hou&s;e of Commons</HI> crumbl'd into <HI>Three;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Slaves</HI> in effect, and in appearance <HI>Free,</HI></L>
<L>What ail'd the <HI>Pilot,</HI> &s;lept he at the head?</L>
<L>Or was your Judgment by your <HI>Wills</HI> mi&s;led?</L>
<L>What <HI>evil Spirit's</HI> Influence did prevail,</L>
<L>That you who might at large &s;ecurely Sail</L>
<L>In a full Sea, and from all Danger free,</L>
<L>Would run upon that Shelf that ruin'd me?</L>
<L>The&s;e &s;ure and &s;ad effects I well fore&s;aw;</L>
<L>The&s;e real ills, which &s;eeming good would draw;</L>
<L>From the&s;e &s;ad Con&s;equences to di&s;&s;wade,</L>
<L>I was &s;ent forth, and gladly I obey'd;</L>
<L>I told you then what now too true you find,</L>
<L>Where Zeal flies out, and Duty leaves behind:</L>
<L>'Tis Wi&s;doms &s;hame, and Policies defect,</L>
<L>For &s;till like Cau&s;es will have like Effect.</L>
<L>I &s;ought by wondrous Truth this Point to gain,</L>
<L>Urg'd many rea&s;ons, but urg'd all in vain:</L>
<L>None were of force again&s;t the <HI>Good Old Cau&s;e.</HI></L>
<L>Coun&s;el was thrown away, <HI>Fool</HI> that I was.</L>
<L>Where men with Law and Prophets would not live,</L>
<L>To think a Me&s;&s;age from the dead &s;hould thrive.</L>
<L>Spight of my fore-&s;ight and my dear bought skill,</L>
<L><HI>Ca&s;&s;andra</HI> I; you faithle&s;s <HI>Paris</HI> &s;till.</L>
<L>Your boundle&s;s Pa&s;&s;ion did no mea&s;ures keep,</L>
<L>Well might you break your Neck with &s;uch a leap:</L>
<L>Men may at di&s;tance hover about Kings,</L>
<L>And by their influence warm'd, move earthly things;</L>
<L>But when tho&s;e bounds they would exceed, and fly</L>
<L>Too near the Sun, &s;corcht, they drop down, and dy.</L>
<L>What an occa&s;ion lo&s;t you to improve</L>
<L>The Prince's Favour and the Peoples Love?</L>
<L>This when con&s;idering Po&s;terity</L>
<L>Shall think upon, they'l hate your Memory;</L>
<L>And as once ancient <HI>Rome,</HI> they in their turn,</L>
<L>Wi&s;h you had never dy'd, or ne'r been born.</L>
<L>Should your Succe&s;&s;ors tread your &s;teps, they then,</L>
<L>Though they were Gods, like us &s;hall die like men.</L>
<L>Oh! may the next (for &s;ure a next will be)</L>
<L>Avoid the Rock that ruin'd you and me:</L>
<L>Deeply affected with a ju&s;t concern</L>
<L>At our &s;ad Fate, &s;elf-pre&s;ervation learn;</L>
<L>And merit (by avoiding needle&s;s Fears)</L>
<L>By moderate Councils and prai&s;e-worthy Cares,</L>
<L>A Monarchs Ble&s;&s;ing and three Kingdoms Pray'rs.</L>
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<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed for AL. BANKS, <HI>Anno Domini,</HI> MDCLXXXI.</P>
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