MERLIN Reviv'd:
OR,
An Old PROPHECY
Lately found in a Manuscript in Pontefract-Castle
in York-shire.
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MDCL.------1650.
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WHen MDC shall joyn with L,
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In England things will not go well;
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A Body shall without an Head,
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Make all the Neighbouring Nations dread:
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The Lyon's Whelps shall banish'd be,
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And seek their prey beyond the Sea.
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MDCLX.------1660.
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But when that X the rest shall joyn,
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Restor'd shall be the Royal Line:
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Through England joy shall flow amain,
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To see the Lyon's Whelps again.
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MDCLXVI.------1666.
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M joyn'd to th' number of the Beast,
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Let London then beware the Priest;
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Ignatius Brood disguis'd shall burn
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The City, and it to Ashes turn:
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Then some shall weep, others admire,
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To see the Vengeance of the Fire.
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MDCLXXX.------1680.
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Ere time two Xs more doth add,
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Things will in England grow but bad:
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Those who before were well content,
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Shall moan their folly, and repent.
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A Man of Cole shall Plots design,
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And with the Jesuits Brood shall joyn;
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But the effect they ne're shall see,
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But die upon a Triple-Tree.
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When Janock and the Truckle-Couch,
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With Horse-pride shall the same things vouch,
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And when the Valley of the Breast,
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Shall help to witness with the rest,
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Then Hellish Plots shall be made known,
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And th'Arts of wicked Rome be shewn.
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The Son of Jane shall first relate,
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The Lyes that dying men create:
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An Officer to tell his Tale,
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In Wooden House shall hither fail:
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Through Loop-hole shall a Lawyer look,
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And Vulcan's Son shall write a Book:
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A Willow to a Field shall change,
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And shew things Dangerous and strange.
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Then shall a Price be strongly prest,
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To buy the Valley of the Breast:
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And Mother-Midnight shall declare,
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She for Religion will make War.
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Janock shall go nigh to be slain,
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And Knockt down in a dirty Lane:
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But Janock shall escape at last,
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And see the dangers he had past.
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Superstition shall have a fall,
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Its Trinkets hung out on a Wall:
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The Whore of Babylon's Attire,
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Shall by the Wall be burnt ith' Fire.
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The Lyon to the North shall go,
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And the Lov'd-Knight himself shall shew:
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Great Joy his sight to some shall bring,
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Yet some shall mourn, whilst others sing:
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In every place great stir shall be,
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Members and Head shall disagree.
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The Sun Eclipsed from our sight,
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Shall give a weak and sickly light;
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The Moon shall be bestain'd with Blood,
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And Venus by the Sun be trod.
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Then from these three there shall arise
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A flaming Meteor in the Skies,
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Which shall to England threat much woe,
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And down the Miter overthrow.
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MDCLXXXII.------1682.
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Ere to the Letters writ before,
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Time shall have added two Is more,
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Two Is shall rise and shall contend,
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And for the Crown their Force shall bend.
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A Senate then shall end the strife,
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And Atropos shall cut a Life:
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Rome then from England fast shall fly,
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And Laws shall long imprison'd try:
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Under the Ax great men shall bleed,
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And others shall at last be freed.
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The Church and Crown shall flourish then,
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And happy Peace restor'd agen.
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The Flower-de-luce shall lose a Stem,
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And the Old Eagle loud shall scream:
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The Half-Moon shall Victorious grow,
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And trample on a Northern Foe:
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The Orange shall begin to bear,
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Then Hogen to your selves beware:
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A Triple-League shall then be made,
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And Rome of England be afraid:
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And he who lives till Eighty Three,
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All this to come to pass shall see.
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