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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<HEAD>The &s;u&s;pence upon SIXTY SIX:</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">OR THE A&s;trologers Prerogative.</HEAD>
<ARGUMENT>
<L><HI>Reader,</HI> Begin don't &s;top nor halt it, when</L>
<L>You'av' read a Line, pre&s;s forward to the end;</L>
<L>And if there wants di&s;cour&s;e your wits to plea&s;e,</L>
<L>Blame not the Author, tis not his Di&s;ea&s;e;</L>
<L>If matter fails; your goodne&s;s will excu&s;e</L>
<L>His petty fault, rather commend his Mu&s;e</L>
<L>De&s;erving nought, but if you'l add to it,</L>
<L>Twill plea&s;e him well to hear &s;ome can remit.</L>
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<LG>
<L>_YOU daily &s;luggards, you that view the Skies</L>
<L>In'th &s;ilence of the Night; you thus preci&s;e,</L>
<L>That &s;its to watch the &s;hooting of one Star,</L>
<L>And then by computation to declare</L>
<L>All fle&s;h as gra&s;s; The Plague &s;hall cea&s;e that Town,</L>
<L>This &s;hall be free, that Land &s;hall have renown.</L>
<L>This by inva&s;ions &s;uffer great di&s;tre&s;s,</L>
<L>No Remedy &s;hall help, tis remed'le&s;s.</L>
<L>The <HI>Poli&s;h</HI> Troops &s;hall in a civil War</L>
<L>This year engage to fight: The fiery Star</L>
<L>Northward the Pole, fore&s;peaks it to be true,</L>
<L>Their faith will call it real; and not a few</L>
<L>Doth credite this; look farther yet and gaze</L>
<L>The Star in'th Ea&s;t brings peace, where no War was.</L>
<L>This year they'l &s;ay the <HI>Turks</HI> in <HI>Candia</HI> fight</L>
<L>With the <HI>Venetian,</HI> who to keep their right</L>
<L>Will give them Battel, and a total rout,</L>
<L>Until with new &s;upplies they face about.</L>
<L>Thus plac't is their de&s;ign, they'l never want</L>
<L>Succe&s;s to their reports, which makes them vaunt</L>
<L>In their delu&s;ions; &s;ometimes a Wound</L>
<L>They'l plai&s;ter up, and &s;wear their's not but &s;ound</L>
<L>This is to plea&s;e, this is to favour what</L>
<L>Allows them this, from whom by favour got</L>
<L>Their Land is &s;till &s;ecur'd, no Wolf &s;hall touch</L>
<L>A Lamb of this their Fold, the Heavens &s;hews &s;uch</L>
<L>No bla&s;t &s;hall &s;corch their Corn, no mildews &s;poil</L>
<L>Their tender &s;pring, but plenty &s;hall recoil</L>
<L>From that which went before; no nipping fro&s;t</L>
<L>Shall blite their Trees, their Land &s;hall not be cro&s;t.</L>
<L>Thus did they urge, when an unu&s;ual Star</L>
<L>Approach't the Heavens, which made the Commons &s;tare,</L>
<L>Yet &s;oon appeas'd by the&s;e &s;lye gazers on,</L>
<L>Who gave it out the <HI>Turks</HI> &s;hould be undone.</L>
<L>We &s;hould be clear, our State was not concern'd,</L>
<L>Though &s;ince, to'ur co&s;t, Bowels have often yern'd;</L>
<L>Some on our Friends, &s;ome on our Neighbours lo&s;t,</L>
<L>Some on our own E&s;tates, &s;ome on our Hoa&s;t.</L>
<L>Which of them all did e're the lea&s;t de&s;cribe</L>
<L>The raging Pe&s;tilence thus to re&s;ide</L>
<L>Within this Land, to have our Cities fild</L>
<L>With &s;lain, as if it were whole Armies kill'd;</L>
<L>The Countrey had no le&s;s, the Fleet had &s;ome,</L>
<L>What could we think but that our final doom</L>
<L>Was near at hand? But thanks be to above</L>
<L>We'r yet a Nation; O lets joyn in love</L>
<L>And fight with courage 'gain&s;t our <HI>Belgian</HI> Foes,</L>
<L>Unle&s;s a grateful Peace they will compo&s;e;</L>
<L>Our Cau&s;e is good, how &s;hould we want for aid,</L>
<L>When One above will help us being decay'd.</L>
<L>Where were the&s;e Watchmen when the War broke out</L>
<L>'Tween Us and <HI>France,</HI> &s;urely they'd all the Gout,</L>
<L>They could not gaze, and &s;o did not declare</L>
<L>The League 'tween <HI>Dutch</HI> and <HI>French</HI> 'gain&s;t whom we are</L>
<L>On their gouty limbs, not vext with that di&s;ea&s;e</L>
<L>The la&s;t foregoing year, being well at ea&s;e</L>
<L>They &s;poke of Sixty Six, and to defend</L>
<L>The certainty approv'd, do &s;till depend</L>
<L>On the ruine of the Pope; the Conclave they</L>
<L>Shall be di&s;&s;olv'd, no more the Pope obey:</L>
<L>What happens then within this compleat year,</L>
<L>Believing them, be &s;ure 'tis very rare.</L>
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<LG>
<L>The&s;e are but tricks, be patient for a time,</L>
<L>Delay your judgment, you &s;hall quickly find</L>
<L>What ten months will produce; if it appears</L>
<L>To be of wonder great, a Year of Years;</L>
<L>Then pa&s;s your cen&s;ure on the&s;e &s;tarry men,</L>
<L>But let your rea&s;on &s;way the hinder end;</L>
<L>That &s;o your judgement may be fix't aright,</L>
<L>The Balance weighing equal none to light.</L>
</LG>
<BYLINE>By <HI>E. G.</HI> Gent.</BYLINE>
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<P>With Allowance.</P>
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<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed in the Year, 1666.</P>
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