Englands Monthly Predictions for this present yeare 1649. Wherein is related all the chiefe Observations
and Accidents that will happen this year in the kingdome: Being collected from the Works of a worthy Gentleman and Schollar,
who is the prime Astrologian of our Nation at these times, as it is knowne to many thousands, etc.
England repent, and call to God for Grace,
Thy Bell doth Toll, Death stares thee in thy face,
Yet doe not faint, though thou hast lost much blood,
The Lord will stanch thy wounds when he sees good.
To the Tune of Faire Angell of England. Or, Bonny sweet Robin.
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FAir England, the Garden of Europe was call'd
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Who once had her freedom, but now she's inthral'd,
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Her woes and her sorrows they now doe begin,
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And Heaven is angry with us for our sin
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Great Schollers and Arts-men this year doth presage,
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Strange things there shall happen in this same sad age,
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Let all men take warning and unto God pray;
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Then listen and hear what the learned doth say.
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January.
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Now sad January beginneth the year,
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Cedars shall be shaken, great men fill'd with fear,
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Now Scotland and England they both will aspire
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And Taxing Receivers be payed their hire:
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Bad actions of Officers now come to light,
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Both Country and City sees they did not right,
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If men in authoritie justly did deal,
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Sweet peace would ensue unto this Common-weal.
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February.
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And now February strange things it will shew,
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It promiseth blood-shed with sorrow and woe,
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Some headed, some hanged and some to death shot,
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And Noblemens Honours be almost forgot:
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Now sorrow aboundeth in every place,
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And thus is poor England in pittifull case,
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For now amongst most men there is no true-love,
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And West-wards or South-west the Army will move.
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March.
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Then March comes in blustring, roaring aloud,
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Great men from his furie and wrath cannot shroud,
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Much strife in Religion among us is bred,
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And some will be shorter this Month by the Head.
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'Tis doubted an Army comes from the North-East,
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The which unto England will be a bold guest;
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When Easter-day sitteth in Lady-dayes lap,
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The Proverbe bids England beware of a clap.
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Aprill.
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This Aprill now weepeth on Earth for her sin.
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And now restlesse spirits new quarrells begin,
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London look about thee and have a great care,
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For feare that calamity fall to thy share:
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One of Royall blood is in danger most great,
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And fortune is fickle not keeping her seat;
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The Irish intendeth their valour to try,
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And hopeth against us to have victory.
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May.
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In May we may hope to have Peace for a while
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But tumults and uproares our hopes will beguile,
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Some great ones sick, or in a worse case,
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Plots, envy, and fury in every place:
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A principall Souldier or great Officer,
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Will be in great danger and breed a demur,
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Strang rumors wil fright us from the Northren parts.
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And I doe feare Citizens will have sad hearts.
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June.
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This Month of June more effects come to passe,
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With some of great honour tis not as it was,
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Things fresh are remembred almost out of date:
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And mischiefes is threatned, such is cruell fate:
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Sad are the Petitions of Rich and of Poore,
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And strong evidence against some will be bore,
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The Scots are in action, but what they will doe
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Time it will discover, as it will insue.
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July.
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In this Month of July the Dog-daies begin,
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Take heed that they bite not, for now they do grin;
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Debates about Priviledge now they are rife,
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And many are questiond being Authors of strife:
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Some Scotch Insurrections againe will appeare,
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And yet it is hoped they will not come neare:
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And Denmarke likewise they do threaten us sore,
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The Heavens with thunder this Month they will roare.
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August
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Newes from Forreigne Nations this August is sent,
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Which to some in England will give small content.
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The Clergy now stirreth, divisions now made,
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Designes are a hatching which makes us afraid:
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Receivers and Treasurers cal'd to account,
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That have bought such Lordships, & do in wealth mount,
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Miraculous Tokens are spred in the Skyes,
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And strange Apparitions be seene with our eyes,
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September.
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September now tells us Tyrannicall Lawes
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They shall be abolisht, and par'd by the clawes,
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And Customes unnecessary be put downe,
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With good reconcilement in Countrey and Towne:
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The Scots are at variance in their owne Clime,
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And now on the Seas is a boysterous time,
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Great Tempests ariseth, and many Ships drownd,
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Both Merchants and Mariners it doth confound.
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October.
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October now taketh strange matters in hand,
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A great alteration will be in this Land
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New Lawes be establisht, whatever they be,
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New Government molded, as many shall see.
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Varieties many this time will present.
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There's some will be pleas'd, and some discontent,
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And thus the world alters, because it is Round,
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No certainty here on the earth may be found.
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November.
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Some blood-shed this Month of November doth crave,
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And some Sequestrators their just deserts have,
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Grave Councellors meeteth and taketh a care,
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For good of our Kingdome, and all our welfare.
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Now the Civill Majestrate Justice doth doe,
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And so doth the Souldier where Justice is due,
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Some Tumults may happen amongst the Army,
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And God preserve London from a Mutiny.
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December.
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December now bringeth the Yeare to an end,
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Sedition and Heresie stil doth contend.
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Most lamentable are the cryes of the Poore,
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Of turbulent Spirits there still are great store:
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At impartiall Justice some Grandees now raves,
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And being discovered they proove arrant Knaves.
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Some hopes time will mend, but betwixt hope and feare.
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Let us pray to God to mend this fatall Yeare.
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Then mercy Lord Jesus of thee we do crave,
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Who for our sinnes dyed our soules for to save,
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Let's still be prepared, howere goes the Yeare,
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My Authour thinkes truely that Doomes-day is neare.
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