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<NAME>John Pas</NAME>
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<ITEM>Proofed and reviewed as part of batch B120818.pdcc.</ITEM>
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<P><HI>EP&V;LAE THYESTEAE:</HI> OR, The THANKSGIVING-DINNER: WHERE The Devill finds all, Meat, Cooks, Gue&s;ts, &amp;c.</P>
<P>TOGETHER WITH THE CITY <HI>PRESENT.</HI></P>
<P>ALSO A Short <HI>GRACE</HI> after a Long <HI>Dinner.</HI> AND A GOD-SPEED.</P>
<P><HI>LONDON.</HI> Printed in the Yeare, 1648.</P>
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<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
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<PB N="1" REF="2">
<HEAD><HI>AEP&V;LAE THYESTEAE:</HI> OR, The THANKSGIVING-DINNER: <HI>WHERE</HI> The Devill finds all, Meat, Cooks, Gue&s;ts, &amp;c.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>ENjoy the Angry Powers: Do, Fea&s;t away</L>
<L>The &s;en&s;e of your high Crimes, &amp; <HI>Judgment-day:</HI></L>
<L>Mix your Frontiniack with Leth&ecirc;an Drops,</L>
<L>And Crowne your guilty Heads with Poppy tops.</L>
<L>Errour hath &s;eiz'd, Oblivion &s;eale your Soules;</L>
<L>And as your Sinnes are deep, &s;o be your Bowles.</L>
<L>Let the Starv'd <HI>Country</HI> &s;ee your notous Fea&s;t,</L>
<L>Neither with <HI>Grace,</HI> nor <HI>Peace,</HI> nor <HI>Con&s;cience</HI> ble&s;t,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Let &s;tupid <HI>England</HI> &s;ee the Goblet Crown'd</L>
<L>Wherein is quaff'd their <HI>Ninety Thou&s;and Pound</HI></L>
<L><HI>Per Men&s;em:</HI> There we may tho&s;e Epicures &s;ee</L>
<L>Who've put the Kingdome to an <HI>Atrophie.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>It is a <HI>Collar</HI> Day, <HI>Saint-Traytors</HI> Day,</L>
<L>Wherein that P&s;eudo-Martyr <HI>Goodwyn</HI> may,</L>
<L>In&s;pir'd by <HI>Lucifer,</HI> give Thanks; and can</L>
<L>Invert the Words of out-done <HI>Iulian,</HI></L>
<PB N="2" REF="3">
<L>(Puny Apo&s;tate, He! oth'Lower Roome!)</L>
<L>And &s;ay, <HI>The Galilaeans overcome:</HI></L>
<L>Yet dare He Text it from the <HI>Bible,</HI> Than</L>
<L>When he both Prayes and Preaches <HI>Alchoran.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>There <HI>Peters,</HI> the <HI>Denyer</HI> (nay, 'tis &s;aid</L>
<L>He, that (Di&s;guis'd) <HI>Cut off</HI> his <HI>Masters</HI> Head)</L>
<L>That Godly Pidgeon of Apo&s;tacy,</L>
<L>Does buzze about his Anti-Monarchy:</L>
<L>His Scaffold-Doctrines; and &s;uch murdering &s;tuffe,</L>
<L>Which yet Wounds nought but the affrighted Ruffe</L>
<L>Of the Laps'd <HI>Aldermen;</HI> who have made good</L>
<L><NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg"><HI>E. of</HI> Strafford <HI>was accu&s;ed for &s;aying,</HI> [It would never be well with <HI>Lon|don,</HI> till halfe a dozen Aldermen were hang'd.]</NOTE> <HI>Strafford's</HI> darke Maxim, now well under&s;tood:</L>
<L>"Twill ne'r be well with <HI>England,</HI> till we &s;ee</L>
<L>"The Complement of <HI>Strafford's</HI> Prophe&s;ie:</L>
<L>"The <HI>truth</HI> is &s;till the &s;ame, the <HI>number</HI> more,</L>
<L>"<HI>Fifteen</HI> will but &s;erve <HI>now; Six</HI> would <HI>before.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Sermon</HI> being done and <HI>Scripture,</HI> the <HI>Ruffes</HI> fall</L>
<L>Fore <HI>CRUMWELL Bell,</HI> and <HI>Dragon GENERALL,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Long Live CUSTODES;</HI> that's the Cry. What's He?</L>
<L>In <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> thus, <HI>Long Live our SLAVERY.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Cu&s;todes</HI> is the &s;tyle, which <HI>Pluto</HI> lent</L>
<L>In &s;peciall Grace unto the <HI>Parliament,</HI></L>
<L>Puzled what Title to a&s;&s;ume: No &s;hame;</L>
<L>Father and Sonnes may go by the &s;ame Name.</L>
<L>For The&s;e this Fea&s;t is kept, while Orphans cry,</L>
<L>And <HI>I</HI> and <HI>Lilburne</HI> are in <HI>Custody.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>The <HI>Anthropophagi</HI> are &s;et: They Feed,</L>
<L>"Let them <HI>Feed</HI> on, 'twill be their Time to <HI>Bleed.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Fir&s;t Cour&s;e is <HI>Bi&s;hops Lands;</HI> A &s;tately Di&s;h,</L>
<L>Quoth <HI>OLIVER,</HI> and <HI>Cook'd</HI> unto my Wi&s;h.</L>
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<L>Next, in a Charger, <HI>Deanes</HI> and <HI>Chapters</HI> are</L>
<L>Plac'd again&s;t <HI>Martyn;</HI> 'Tis <HI>Mar-prelates</HI> Fare.</L>
<L>Reach that great <HI>Oleo</HI> to the <HI>Generall,</HI></L>
<L>Th' E&s;tates of <HI>poore Delinquents;</HI> Give't him All.</L>
<L><HI>Lenthall</HI> and <HI>St. Iohns,</HI> both, are feeding hard on</L>
<L>A Glorious Me&s;&s;e; O! 'tis a generall <HI>Pardon.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Prideaux</HI> is Late come in, and had almo&s;t</L>
<L>Staying for Packet-money, ki&s;s'd the Po&s;t.</L>
<L><HI>Mildmay</HI> is for his Didledam's; and ownes</L>
<L>No Fare &s;o choice, as that of <HI>pretious Stones.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>"<HI>Goodwyn</HI> and <HI>Peters</HI> at a Table &s;it,</L>
<L>"Eating <HI>Seque&s;tred Livings</HI> at a bit.</L>
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<LG>
<L>But, O! <HI>Cu&s;todes</HI> raile upon the Cookes</L>
<L>Full &s;ore; The <HI>King's, Queen's, Prince's</HI> Lands &amp; <HI>Duke's</HI></L>
<L>Are not enough, their &s;tomachs wamble; they</L>
<L>Feare Their <HI>Dige&s;tion,</HI> that They will not <HI>&s;tay;</HI></L>
<L>A filthy <HI>Norman Hogo</HI> of a <HI>Nullum</HI></L>
<L><HI>Occurrit Regi,</HI> does like <HI>Stibium</HI> pull 'um.</L>
<L>The <HI>Iudges</HI> have, in skins of Parchment, boyl'd</L>
<L>A <HI>Magna-Charta</HI>-Pudding; which was &s;poyl'd</L>
<L>And Broke it i'th' Seithing; that nor <HI>Wild,</HI> nor <HI>Phea&s;ant</HI></L>
<L>Could find one Rea&s;on in't, or ought that's plea&s;ant.</L>
<L><HI>Mick Old&s;worth</HI> in his <HI>Independent</HI> Clothes</L>
<L>Is feeding <HI>PEMBROKE</HI> with a Broth of <HI>Oaths.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>"<HI>BRADSHAW</HI> &s;urveys the <HI>Di&s;hes</HI> and the <HI>Meat,</HI></L>
<L>"And likes All Well; but yet&mdash;<HI>He dares not Eate.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Now, for a <HI>Chee&s;e</HI> and for Dige&s;tions &s;ake</L>
<L>The SEALE is brought; and <HI>Atkins</HI> gives a <HI>Cake.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>They're <HI>Fill'd;</HI> not <HI>Satisfi'd:</HI> They're now for <HI>Wine.</HI></L>
<L>O for a Draught, &s;uch as black <HI>Catiline</HI></L>
<PB N="4" REF="4">
<L>Drank to be-ran&s;ack'd <HI>Rome!</HI> Heark! <HI>Ner<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">'s</HI> Song,</L>
<L>Whil'&s;t the Accur&s;ed Health doth pa&s;&s;e along.</L>
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<LG>
<L><HI>Viner</HI> the Goblet holds, and <HI>Peters</HI> Fills;</L>
<L>And <HI>Goodwyn</HI> Con&s;ecrates; and CRVMWELL &s;wils:</L>
<L>The Draught is <HI>CHARLS</HI> his <HI>bloud,</HI> a crim&s;on <HI>wine,</HI></L>
<L>The Health's <HI>[Confu&s;ion to the Royall Line.]</HI> Hall,</L>
<L>The Health goes <HI>round, Round</HI> through the Cur&s;ed</L>
<L>"And no Man &s;ees, THE HAND UPON THE WALL.</L>
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<HEAD>THE CITY <HI>PRESENT.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<HEAD>A <HI>Ba&s;on</HI> and <HI>Ewre</HI> to the <HI>Generall,</HI> of pure Gold.</HEAD>
<L>ACcept (Black Sir) this Glorious <HI>Ewre,</HI> where we</L>
<L>Pre&s;ent, in <HI>Beaten Gold, like</HI> Loyalty:</L>
<L>We doe Confe&s;&s;e you high and Fortunate,</L>
<L>Or el&s;e this Gift had been a <HI>Ma&s;&s;y</HI>-Plate.</L>
<L>The <HI>Ba&s;on</HI> is Antique, a richer &s;how</L>
<L>Than <HI>that</HI> the <HI>Jewes</HI> on <HI>Pilate</HI> did be&s;tow.</L>
<L><HI>Your</HI> &s;ervices are not much le&s;&s;e; It &s;tands</L>
<L>Ready to <HI>Wa&s;h</HI> Your <HI>Excellent</HI>-Murth'rous <HI>Hands.</HI></L>
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<HEAD>A <HI>Ba&s;on</HI> and <HI>Ewre</HI> to the <HI>Lieut. Gen:</HI> of pure Silver.</HEAD>
<L>GReat Sir, that you may know we have a &s;en&s;e</L>
<L>Of your high Parts, and <HI>candid</HI> Innocence,</L>
<L>With Pure&s;t <HI>Silver</HI> we pre&s;ent tho&s;e Hands</L>
<L>Made to bring Peace and Ble&s;&s;ings on all Lands.</L>
<L><HI>Ireland</HI> expects your <HI>Soveraigne Face;</HI> and cries,</L>
<L>Come <HI>Oliver,</HI> or bleeding <HI>Ireland</HI> Dies.</L>
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<LG>
<L>But as you pa&s;&s;e by <HI>Wind&s;or,</HI> if your No&s;e,</L>
<L>Comming neer <HI>CHARLS</HI> his Corps, &s;hould ought di&s;|clo&s;e</L>
<L>Oh! drop the Bloud in <HI>this;</HI> for 'twas our Plate,</L>
<L>(From <HI>Bodkins</HI> unto <HI>Ba&s;ons</HI>) wrought His Fate.</L>
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<LG>
<HEAD>A &s;hort <HI>Grace,</HI> after a long Dinner.</HEAD>
<L>WE thank thee <HI>Oxford,</HI> thou ha&s;t given us <HI>Grace,</HI></L>
<L>And made us Doctors of thy <HI>learned</HI> Race.</L>
<L>We thank thee <HI>London,</HI> eke, each Citizen,</L>
<L>For Ye have made us more, Great <HI>Gifted</HI> Men.</L>
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<LG>
<HEAD>The God-&s;peed.</HEAD>
<L>"Go on, impo&s;e upon the World, and Awe</L>
<L>"All, till the <HI>SECOND</HI> comes and gives you <HI>Law.</HI></L>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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