[?]and, this present
[?]ated most o[f] th[?] [?]arkable Accidents and chiefe
[?]pen this Ye[a]re [?]r Nation: Being collected
[?]hy Gentleman and [S]choller, who is the pr[i]me
[?] as it is not unknoune to many thousands.
[?] and Sinne doth still abound,
[?] can at all be found:
[?] faire England, call for Grace,
[?]ee in a minutes space.
[?]Warres againe: Or, The Maying time.
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[?]rise,
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[?]le,
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[?]ds,
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[?]riends,
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[?];
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[?] will spill,
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[?];
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[?]es plaies,
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[?] dayes,
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The secon[d] part, To the same Tune.
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Junes Predictions.
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THey from the Dane doe looke for ayd,
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Thinking to make England affrayd;
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Kings, Bishops, & Deans Lands are sold,
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Yet still we want Silver and Gold;
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For some there are that coyne keeps back,
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Which makes the Souldier for to lack,
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For good, let none with ill requite,
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Some shew their teeth, 'tis fear'd they'le bite.
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Julies Predictions.
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Sea-fights in many parts will be,
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From which no Nation scarce is free;
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New treacheries they doe abound,
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Which amongst many will be found,
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And Jockey will be troublesome,
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But we againe shall whip him home,
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Warre, with Sedition, and blood-shed,
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In many parts abroad is spread.
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Augusts Predictions.
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The entrance of an Enemie,
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Amongst us now abroad doth flie,
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Of Government some makes a toy;
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And would our Nation quite destroy:
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Some in command doe things not right,
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Which will be quickly brought to light,
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Let Scot or Devill their wits try,
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Yet we shall have the Victory.
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Septembers Predictions.
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Now the Foundation it is laid
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Of Englands freedome, as 'tis said;
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Ireland and Scotland cry alack,
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For one or both will goe to wrake:
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Our Merchants ships may have some losse
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But they will their proceedings crosse;
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The Citie will be out of square,
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About an unthought of Lord Mayor.
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Octobers Predictions.
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For want of Money some doe cry,
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And I believe they doth not lye;
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About Religion, our Divines
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In Unitie and Love now joynes,
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The Irish Nobles and Gentry
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Their Bread begs in a strange Country,
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A just reward doth light on them,
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For murthering our deare Country-men.
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Novembers Predictions.
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Now there's mutation in the Law,
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Or else some Judges have a flaw,
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And there are some with anger swell,
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But we doe hope all will be well:
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And such as ruined the Poore,
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They shall be lop't and grow no more;
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Great stormes will be at Sea and Land
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what God doth please, who can withstand.
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Decembers Predictions.
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Complaints 'gainst Publick Officers,
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The People now their Bills preferrs,
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Which store of Treasure up did lay,
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Against a wet and stormy day:
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And such as did descention breed,
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Due Justice 'gainst them shall proceed,
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And thus I doe conclude the Year,
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Send peace sweet Christ our saviour dear.
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