LILLY Lasht with his own ROD.
OR, AN
EPIGRAM
On the Quaint Skill of that Arch Temporizing ASTROLOGER
MR. WILLIAM LILLY.
Collected out of his ALMANACKS, from 1647, to this present year, 1660.
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SOund forth A Trumpet, that the world may hear,
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The Great skill of this Famd Astrologer.
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He that foresees all things in Church and State,
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By help oth Chrystal, and his Book of Fate.
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He that makes use of Direful Negromancie,
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To terrifie the timrous yielding Phancie,
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He that doth use whole Nations to Trepan,
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With the bare Names of Angel-Guardian,
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The Sybils Oracles, and Theurgie,
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Withs Little knowledge had of Ptolome!
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All sorts attend! whilst briefly I relate,
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The Dirty jugling of this Son of Fate.
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The Cunning used, by this Albumazer,
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That of your common Cheats surpasseth far.
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They Contra-Legem, th Country quack about,
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And deal their dirty-skill, at small rate out,
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To Gull the Sillyer sort; this Artizan,
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Proclaims himself a fixed conjuring man;
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And Pride in him so monstrously prevails,
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To be the States Belwether he Assails.
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And then so furiously to work he goes,
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He forfeits all the honest Art he knowes,
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For the base Lucre of two hundred pound
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A Year. *(But changes still, as th wheel turns round)
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And that all Persons to him may repaire
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Two Dyals Point us forth this Blazing Star:
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That if the Lord of Gypsies men would see,
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In th Strand there dwels, the May-pole, Stocks, and Hee!
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Take some Specimina of his rare skill;
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(And chide me fort, if I report him ill)
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In forty seaven, the Scots most Prudent were
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(Or he a filthy lyar did appear!)
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Nay he Confided in their Nobles; And
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Their Ministry Proclam the worth oth Land.
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And in his forty eight years fine Epistle,
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In their behalf, did confidently Bristle!
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Pronouncing them most honest; And men Guided
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By a Good Covenant. [From which they backslided.]
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They did return, delivered our Towns,
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[For which they Jugled from us, many pounds!]
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But yet in forty nine, he Rails aloud
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Calling them Pil-fring Scots; Peevish and Proud;
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Traytors, and Enemies; A Graceless crew,
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Of Villaines; worse then any Turk or Jew.
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And in his Merlin fifty one they are
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Egyptian Scots; Pseud-Presbyters that dare
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Do any thlng, against this Power, for which
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(Deservedly) they were Rid of their Itch.
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And is there any Delian Wizzard can,
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In Temporising, match this cunning-man?
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At this Rate with the Parliament he deals,
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Telling the world, that they our Breaches heal;
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That theyre by God appointed for to scourge
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The Norman Race: and all that else dare urge
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But ought against them. Tells them their power shall stand,
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Maugre the Acts of all by Sea and Land,
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But when (in Fifty-two) he plainly saw,
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Unto what side, the Army, gan to draw,
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Oh! now (says he) Great Parliament your Power
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Is but short-livd; And I expect (each hour)
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Your timely Dissolution! In Fifty-three,
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Basely abuses them; Threatning, that he
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(With others) each Member thereof will call to
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Account; And so, (in wrath) Devines their wo.
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In Fifty-four he them unthankful styles:
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Most terrible! [Forgettings former Wyles.]
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A Private ended crew; Intemperate;
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Not fitting for to sway so great a State.
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Theyr Drowsie, Slothful, But yet are become,
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As cunning Taylers! [His PROFESSION!]*
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And thus you see, A Parliaments no more
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With this Cretensis, then each Country Boare.
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Further! Lets note the Signal flattery
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He Publishd in his senselesse Monarchy;
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Swearing no King in England, more shall Reign.
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Yet when th Protector gan to Rule; Amain
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He Pipes ---- That Happy Monarchys so good
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A Government; (If truely understood)
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None better was: Vowingt a Gallant thing
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To England, if th Protector were a King.
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I might here note this Quacks abusing Spain;
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Ands currying favor with that Prince again.
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Ofs Ambedextrous dealing with the State
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Of Sweden, (Denmark,) at his flattering Rate.
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How with the wheel of time, he turns about
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And powres his spurioas, poisnous Oracles out,
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Unto Astrologies, and Artists shame!
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But Quaks are Quaks, though prasd ith mouth of Fame.
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Hence, Baser Gypses! here is one that can
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Out do ye all, in flattering any man,
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Hence, with the dull stock of your footstool Cares;
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Heers one out-cheats-ye, by the height oth Stars
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Hence with your common small Beer single Fee,
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Heers one pulls Kingdoms for the Golden Fleece.
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Be gone you Rosie-Crucians, that pretend,
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All things to know; Heers one your skill can Mend.
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Fly, Fly, you Fairy Elves, that use to Prye
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Into the Closets of Mens secresie,
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Your skill is stale; Heers one that may compare
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With Lucifers great self, [both head and hair!]
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Avant Great Faustus, Bacon, Lamb; and Let
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Th Imposters Bayes on Lillyes head be set
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That Lawrell (surely) will befit him best,
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Because he bears A MERLIN for his Crest.
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Let all the Muses joyn, LILLY, to sing
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Of Parasites the onely lawful King.
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For hees most fit to be a Prince of slaves,
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That in himself contains ten thousand KNAVES.
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*Lylly
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was a
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Tayler
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before he
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pretended Astro-
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logie and Appren-
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tice to
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Pawlin
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in the
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Strand.
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Printed in the year, 1660.
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