Gadburies Prophetical Sayings:
OR,
The FOOL Judged out of the KNAVEs Mouth.
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ALL hail, my Masters! health and peace to you
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My Little Master, and my Mistress too;
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That Girl, I mean, that sprung from Adams Loins,
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With whom full oft I have increast my Crimes,
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We then were brisk: for they were pious Times.
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All hail, my Ghostly Fathers! now you see
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Our wicked Stars, how damnd morose they be;
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Theyre suffring Times: in which I pity you
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The pious Nuns, and all our holy Crew.
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All hail, my Brethren! you the Starry Quacks,
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Dull, blind and Empty, like our Almanacks;
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Armd with our Follies, we compleat our Fate;
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We ruld the Stars: they us in Eighty Eight:
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For that Id hence renounce to live, or be,
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Had my two Learned Brethren out-done me.
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Shifting and shuffling with his Canting Strains,
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His head, poor mans supplyd, but not with brains.
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All hail, my Neighbours! I to you Appeal;
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You know I kept my Church, you knew my Zeal;
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Till a New Faith of a more glorious strain
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Attackd my Cranium, and possest my brain,
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Which now you see I must renounce again.
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All hail to Malachy! Almost forgot,
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That usd to go instead o th Powder-Plot.
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All hail, good Catholicks! [a sigh for that]
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My Cozen Celliers: Father Teague and Nat.
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All hail, my Friends! but give me leave to Cant,
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As God shall save me, Im a Protestant.
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Perhaps you know my Face: well, be it so,
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And yet I know not whither you do, or no:
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After such Changes I myself have known,
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Your Face, I may: but I scarce know my own.
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Nay, should my Ghostly Father come, hed swear
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Im not the man I was the other year.
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I hugd my rising Fortune in those times
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Of being great by a new heap of Crimes.
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All Faiths alike to me, so I grow fat,
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I am, I am --- but pardon that,
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Cant I be what I please without Controul,
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My Roman Face shews an accomplisht Soul.
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They call me Rogue in publick, that Ill bear;
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The plaguy thing that Nicks: I cant repair.
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And thats [Curse on my Stars which still prevails]
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Those damnd Predictions of the Prince of-Wales.
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In former times when I such rubs did meet,
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Cat-like, I always fell upon my feet:
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I kept my stops, and time, and steps; but now
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I dance, tis true, but like an ancient Cow:
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Or like a Curteous Spaniel, when they cry
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Seek out; away he runs, and so did I.
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Or like Dispencing Judges: Rave and tear,
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Act all thats base: for Fools are void of fear;
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But yet when catcht, what humble Rogues we are!
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Or like a Monkey in an Antick Dress,
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Who in a Crab-tree would his Tricks rehearse;
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The more he skips, the more he shews his Arse:
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even so did I.
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J.Gs VERSES about the Prince of WALES in his Almanack for the Year 1689. Travestyed.
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In JANUARY.
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ALL hail, my Masters! Eighty Eight is gone;
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That Year of wonders, which the World so feard;
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Yet hath producd (for us to Anchor on)
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A PRINCE of WALES! the Subject of each Bard.
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And that thou now art mine, sweet Babe! forgive,
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Ide sing thy praises, and thy Vassal live.
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In FEBRUARY.
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Angels and Stars adornd this Royal BIRTH,
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As if the Prince of Peace breathd peace on Earth.
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May it to War-like Britain prove, as he
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Did to the World; [its Saviour to be!]
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Gladding the drooping Souls of Loyal Men;
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And Madmen to their wits return agen.
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In MARCH.
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Who says that EIGHTY EIGHT nought signifies?
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Sith such a radiant fixed Star did rise
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In our Horizon? Can a PRINCE be born
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That shall the World with Regal Acts adorn
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In future times? and yet that fertile Year
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Be passive thought, wherein he did appear?
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In APRIL.
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No, No! Sour Criticks! God doth dignify
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The art of numbers with sweet Harmony.
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How many Learned Pens have deignd to write
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Of things stupendious in EIGHTY EIGHT?
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And lo! herein Great WALES, a Prince of bliss,
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Born for the Ease of tender Consciences.
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In MAY
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Thrice happy must that SENATE prove that shall
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So meet their PRINCE, for to content us all!
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Alas! mens minds and thoughts as different be,
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As are their faces; like them disagree:
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From such a LAW our King will ever shine
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In future times, an English CONSTANTINE.
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In JUNE.
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By whose Example, Britains after Kings
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May shun the Cause whence dire Rebellion springs.
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Nothing so surely keeps a Land in Awe
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As Ivory Love; the Christians Golden Law.
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But Tyrant force makes people try their brains
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A thousand ways to break their Bonds and Chains.
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All hail, my Masters! what is here to do;
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A Year of Wonders dost thou call it John?
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Twas such a year, so fatal to your Crew,
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It hath not left you ground to anchor on.
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Let Chains then be their Lot, who humbly Crave,
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And beg to be a Little Bastards Slave.
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Angels and Stars; why, what should they do there?
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The man mistook, and meant the Prince o th Air.
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Jacks Prince of Peace was by a fury brought;
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Jeffries, you know, saw him come reaking hot.
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We know his coming pleasd the shaven Crew,
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And with them [Jack] it did rejoyce us too.
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Who says that Eighty Eight nought signifies?
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If any do [though Jack himself] he lies.
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It gave a Child, a new way got, and born,
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Poor Abdicated Creature, all mens scorn.
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It gave us Ease from our avowed Foe,
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And gave the Papists too a Cursed Blow.
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No, No, sour Criticks; we cannot deny
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That Gadbury hath learnt to Cant and Lye;
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Witness that Year with all these Lies and Tales
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About the Glories of his Prince of Wales.
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Poor harmless Babe, miscalld a Prince of bliss;
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Born for his Mothers Ease, not Consciences.
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Thrice happy must that Land and Senate be,
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That is from Popish Tyranny set free:
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Let Priests lead fools; Let us abhor that thrall
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That talks of freedom, when they chain em all.
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Twas from such Laws [that King resolvd to shine]
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As Lewis gives; and not a Constantine.
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By whose Example must our after Kings,
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Shun all those Causes whence Rebellion springs?
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Your Prince of Wales I know; while your soft names
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Of Golden Laws, are joind to Iron Chains.
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Twas Tyrant-force made People try their Brains
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To Abdicate the Cause, and break their Chains.
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In JULY.
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But who doubts Ease and Quiet? Since we have
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Heavens happy Earnest in a Prince so brave.
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Born on that Day*, we justly Celebrate
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The holy Feast o th blest Triumvirate.
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As if the Sacred TRINE designd thereby,
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To raise Great BRITAINS Ancient PIETY.
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In AUGUST.
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Lets then contend, who shall best Tribute yield
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To this Sweet PRINCE! On whom our Hopes we build
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POETS pay Verses! VIRGINS Innocence!
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MINERVA Wisdom! MARS brings strong defence.
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Each Man brings OFFERINGS proper to his Sphere,
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And none forget to breathe a HOLY PRAYER.
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In SEPTEMBER.
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And let September, [for the Mothers sake
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Of this blessd Babe] a better Name partake.
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The seventh Month were dull, but that we see
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This matchless Princess in it Born to be.
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Bright MODENA, who hath enrichd our Land;
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May thy great Name in this Month ever stand.
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In OCTOBER.
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October! mayst thou always prove
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For God-like JAMES his Birth; a Prince, whose Love
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Joynd with his Prudence, hath for us done more,
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Than all the REFORMATION could before.
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Oh! Let him Live and Reign to see this SON
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Of Years and Parts fit for his Fathers Throne.
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In NOVEMBER.
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November brought forth Pious Katherine,
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Portugals Princess! Englands Virtuous Queen,
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To whom, tho Heaven Children did deny;
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She livd a hopeful Prince of WALES to see.
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And let me speak it to her lasting FAME,
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Gladly she gave the ROYAL BABE his Name.
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In DECEMBER.
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Now MUSE forbear! This year draws to an end:
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In th next, perhaps thou mayst thy Measures mend.
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Thou gavst such Hopes long since, of this blessd Birth,
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As warmd each LOYAL HEART with Joy and Mirth.
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But positive Truth suits not with Human Skill.
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When that is Writ, an ANGEL guides the Quill.
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None need doubt Ease and Quiet, since we have
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Heavens Gift and Blessing, in a Prince so brave:
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Born to Restore our Peace; tis he alone,
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Shall pull Tyrannick Popish Worship down:
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This is the Man [not the Welch Prince] shall be
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The true Restorer of our Liberty.
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Here John tells truth, In this Sweet Prince, [said he]
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Our Hopes are laid of all Felicity.
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Each pays his Tribute: John alone, you see,
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Abounds in his own Talent, Flattery;
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This is his Offering, proper to his Sphere,
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A precious Tool to breathe a Holy Prayer.
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And let September never be forgot,
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Nor Modena, not yet the Bawdy-Plot;
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Nor yet Dada, who as the Story tells,
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Lent her his Hand, and with that Aarons Bells.
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When Babes by Miracles are got, as said,
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Farewel the ancient way of Sheets and Bed:
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October did this Land a King afford,
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A Prince, they say, that never broke his Word;
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Whose Courage, Wit, and Conduct, hath done more,
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Than all our Great Reformers could before.
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His Reign was short and sweet, but ere twas done,
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The consecrated Smock producd a Son.
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November, hangt that plaguy Powder-plot,
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Which Jack so often wilfully forgot;
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Nay, last year too; you see how good Men fails!
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He thought of nothing then, but Prince of Wales.
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To shew you too, his spreading Christian Fame:
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He tells you, who did give the B. his Name.
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Now Muse forbear! the Year draws to an end,
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And bid Friend John, his next Years Measures mend.
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Who, by his Hocus-pocus Priests and Tricks,
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Foretold a Prince of Wales in Eighty six.
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A likely Story! for he could not say,
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When all his Makers were to run away,
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Passive Obedience Stars will not obey.
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Read gentle Reader: Read, and think his Crimes;
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How base he is, that wrote these fulsome Lines.
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J.Gs SAYINGS, as he hath given them himself in divers of his Writings; shewing himself a Papist, etc. and also
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that he was sure Popery would stand in ENGLAND.
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I. MARS bodes likewise great oppositions in Coun-
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cils, many Serpentine Debates; and a proba-
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bility of the loss of sundry Charters and Privi-
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leges, perhaps long since forfeited, though by the merciful
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forbearance of good Princes, or Governours, no advantage
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hath hitherto been taken of them.
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Moons Eclipse, Alman. 1682.
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An Impudent Fellow to pretend to predict the taking away
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Charters by an Eclipse of the Moon. No, Jack, it was not
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the Stars, but the Popish Cabal told you so.
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II. If Monarchs by their Favours Cities make,
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And plotting Citizens those Charters break,
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They justly lose such Power, when dare deny
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Their Sovereigns Laws, ands Pleasure disobey.
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Tis provd a Legal Maxim, Just and Strong,
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Cities may Err, but Kings can do no Wrong.
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In Almanack 1684.
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III. However, Let me humbly presume to affirm, That
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the Stars this Year (and several Years yet to come, nay, I
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hope for ever) are at an absolute enmity with the Enemies
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both of Church and State, etc. Epist. Almanack 1686
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This was a menace to the Protestants, to let them know that
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Popery would continue. ------ Poor deluded Fool!
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IV. And (might my Muse Prophetick prove) Id swear
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some Royal Prince (perhaps of Wales) draws near.
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In August, 1686. Ay! was the Bawdy Plot began so soon!
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V. True Science teacheth us obedience to God and the
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King: and to acquiesce in the Decrees and Determinations of
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our Holy Mother the Church. In Epist. Alman. 1688. A
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very good Protestant!
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VI. Oh! how we ought to magnify the God of Mercies
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for so immense a Blessing! so kind hath he been to us (Pa-
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pists) out of his free and gracious Inclination, and (as it is
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reasonable to believe) to illustrate the Reign of his Royal
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Servant, our Gracious Sovereign; a Prince, as God would
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have it, (in whose hands are Times and Seasons) of the
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Primitive Faith and Piety, by a strange Providence brought
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thereto, and by as strange a Courage (which is nothing but
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Christian daring) to own it; An Argument to me demon-
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strative, that this Religion is not of Man, but of God. ------
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VII. Better all Religions be Indulged, than the one An-
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cient Faith Excluded, Persecuted and Harassed. ------ What
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Persecution the poor Catholicks have indured ever since the
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time of Henry the VIII. Alman. 1688. in Prog. pag. 5.
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What think you, was Jack a Protestant, or not, in 1688.
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he says, he is so now. But a Lyar ought to have a good
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Memory.
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VIII. To Rome none need be Slaves! Tis Heresie
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Ingulphs our Souls, the True Church sets us free.
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In the Reply, in June.
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IX. But Prance, unhappy Prance! hath so much done,
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As (not to clear it, yet) to quit Just Rome.
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The Reply, in October.
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X. Speaking of Powder Treason, he says; If this were re-
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ally a Plot of the Papists hatching (we do not deny but
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there were some deluded Catholicks in it, and suffered for
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it) it was the most ridiculous (next to Oatess Plot) that
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ever was heard. Reply, pag. 3. For that reason I judg Jack
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forgot the Fifth of November: Heres an Impudent Advo-
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cate for a Villanous Cause and Party!
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XI. This greatly Suffering Prince (says he) was Crown-
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ed at Westminster, Apr. 23. 1685. and there took an Oath,
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called the Coronation Oath, what then? was it not of his
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own free Choice? he was King of England without it.
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------ that is not of irresistible obligation, but Prudence
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and Humanity that they do so. Reply, pag. 8. Ask Jack
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where that Law is written; and whether it is not a part of
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Kings-wills Magna Charta?
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XII. And well may we question that mans Loyalty to
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the King, that shall offer to plead for a Continuance of the
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Test against His Majestys Royal Inclination. Reply, p. 11.
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XIII. Speaking of the Dispencing Judges; What have
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they done (says he) that looks like the Actions of Tresi-
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lian? with whom have they Conspired? or against whom?
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what Countrys have they Injurd? or what single Persons
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have they oppressed? Reply, pag. 10. Observe but the Fel-
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lows Impudence in this thing; and think whither they were
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the greater Knaves for acting Villanies, or he for justifying
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them in it.
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XIV. On the 11th of August, T. Oats is to stand in the
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Pillory over against the Temple, and this every year as long
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as he lives. Alman. 1689. in August.
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I believe they were Heretical Stars that cheated Honest
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Jack at this rate.
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XV. He wished to see the Prince of Orange, and the rest
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of his Great Ones brought Prisoners to London, to make
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Speeches at Tower-hill, and Tyburn. In the Paper written
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for the Papists. Oh villain! that he should desire the Ruine
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of that Gentleman, to whom we all stand obliged for our de-
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liverance from the destroyers.
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XVI. But to demonstrate I am no Papist; My Adversary, for his more
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certain satisfaction, may if he please; very often see me in the
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Abby-Church of St. Peters Westminster, in the time of Divine
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Service, if that will convince him. Cardines Coeli, pag. 36.
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Quere? Who hath seen him there in the last two or three
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years? I suppose he meant well to the Church; but his bash-
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fulness hindred his coming to it. Sure you will not judge
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him a Papist for that; will ye? ------ Apostate!
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OH Yes! If any Man, Woman, or Child, in City, or Coun-
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try, above ground, or under it; or in any Abbey, Monaste-
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ry, Nunnery, or any other of those Houses, can give any cer-
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tain account where J.G. was married to his last Wife, and
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by whom; Let them repair to Brick-Court, and they shall be
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well rewarded.
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All Persons that are desirous to be instructed in the Arts of Po-
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pery, Sedition, Rebellion, Reporting False News; and to be
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furnished with Arguments against taking the Oaths of Allegiance
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to their present Majesties; Let them repair to the Professor of Sedition,
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in Brick-court, at his usual Office, and they need not want their desire.
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