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R220206 FRom deepest Dungeons of Eternal Night, / The seats of Horror, Sorrow, Pains & spight, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 480968 A DIALOGUE / Between the Ghosts of the Two last Parliaments, at their late Interview. / ---Fuimus Troes.--- Nitimur in vetitum.--- A DIALOGUE Between the Ghosts of the Two last Parliaments, at their late Interview. ---Fuimus Troes.--- Nitimur in vetitum.--- A DIALOGUE Between the Ghosts of the Two last Parliaments, at their late Interview. ---Fuimus Troes.--- Nitimur in vetitum.--- 1681-1681 AL. BANKS

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Westminster Ghosts Advice. FRom deepest Dungeons of Eternal Night, The seats of Horror, Sorrow, Pains & spight, I have been sent to tell your tender Youth A seasonable and Important Truth! I feel, (but Oh too late,) that no Desease Is like a Surfeit of Luxurious Ease, And of all other, the most tempting things, Are too much Wealth, and too Indulgent Kings. None ever was superlatively ill, But by Degrees, with Industry and Skill: And some, whose Meaning hath at first been fair, Grow Knaves by Use, and Rebels by Despair. My time is past, and Yours will soon begin, Keep the first Blossoms from the blast of Sin; And by the Fate of my Tumultuous ways, Preserve your self, and bring serener Days. The busie subtile Serpents of the Law, Did first my Mind from true Obedience draw; While I did Limits to the King prescribe, And took for Oracles that Canting Tribe, I changd True Freedom for the Name of Free, And grew Seditious for Variety; All that opposd me were to be accusd; And, by the Law I Legally abusd. The Robe was summond, M---------d in the head, In Legal Murder none so deeply read: I brought him to the Bar, where once he stood, Staind with the (yet un-expiated) Blood Of the Brave Strafford, when 3 Kingdoms rung With his accumulative Hackney Tongue; Prisoners, and Witnesses were waiting by; These had been taught to Swear, and those to dy, And to expect Their Arbitrary Fates, Come for ill Faces, some for good Estates: To fright the People, and Alarm the Town, B------ and C--- imployd the Reverend Gown. But while the Triple Mitre bore the blame, The Kings 3 Crowns were their Rebellious aim: I seemd, (and did but seem) to fear the Guards, And took for mine the B------ and the W--- Anti-monarchick Hereticks of Sate, Immoral Atheists, Rich, and Reprobate: But above all, I got a little Guide, Who every Foard of Villany had tryd; None knew so well the old Pernicious way To Ruine Subjects, and make Kings obey; And my small Jehu at a Furious Rate, Was driving Eighty back to Forty Eight. This the King knew, and was Resolvd to bear, But I mistook his Patience for his Fear: All that this happy Island could afford, Was Sacrificd to my Voluptuous Board. In his whole Paradice one only Tree He had excepted by a strict Decree; A Sacred Tree which Royal Fruit did bear, Yet It in pieces I Conspird to tear; Beware my Child! Divinity is there. This so out-did all I had done before, I could attempt, and He indure no more. My Un-prepard and Un-repenting breath, Was snatchd away by the swift Hand of Death, And I (with all my Sins about me) hurld, To th utter Darkness of the lower World; A dreadful place which you too soon will see, If You believe Seducers more than Me.
Oxford Ghost. HAil g[r]eat prophetick Spirit, who could see Thr[o]ugh the dark Glass of ripning time, what we Too true ha[v]e found, and now too late complain, That thou Great Spirit shouldst foretel in vain: Full well and faithfully didst thou advise, Had we been modestly and timely wise: Free may you range, saidst thou, through every Field, And what else more luxurious Gardens yield Is thine; what ere may please, what ere delight The weakest Stomach, nicest Appetite. Of all the plenty of so vast a Store One thing forbidden is, one, and no more: By late and sad experience of whats past Probatum est, ipse dixit; Do not tast! Swift Ruines there, and sure Destruction, How great a truth, had it in time been known. Westm. Ghost. Vain empty Nothing, that wert lately All, How just, and how unpitied is thy Fall: Well worthy of the horrours of this place, That would no warning take by my Disgrace; Glutted with plenty, surfeited with Peace, Weary of Blessings, sick of too much Ease: Mad restless Troublers of our Israel, Who would not quiet be when things went well; Of secret base Designs meer managd Tools, Rash, unadvised, incorrigible F------ Brisk Hotspurs, inconsiderately bold, By much too violent, and too hot to hold. Zeal flew as ift had been to run a Race, Duty and Reason coud not keep it pace: Insensible, regardless of my Fate; Dull Phrygian Sages, wise when tis too late; You livd, and then you had an easie way Thave provided gainst the Evil Day, Who would not then be timely wise, forbear Your vain unseasonable Sorrows here. Frailty (for men are frail) may err one time, But Malice only can repeat the Crime. Unthinking Senate, fed with empty words Of Patriot Lawyers and Protesting Lords: Abusd by Popular and mistaken Friends; Servd a dull Property for base hidden Ends. Liberty, Property and Religion, Sweet Names, and so is REFORMATION. Rank sign of sickly and distemperd Times, When fairest Names disguise the foulest Crimes. The cry of Liberty helpeth Ambition, And strait-lacd Conscience choaks Religion: Of publick Intrest you had no concern; But damnd a Proverb, Ner too late to learn. By no experience taught, miscarriage tamd, Nor by sad instance of my Fate reclaimd,
What prejudice and private ends ill usd, False Zeal and like Religion ill excusd: Who (stiff-neckd) rather woud my Fate repeat, Than by new measures be securely great: No freedom of debate was left for you, When all was movd and managd by a few. Your leading M--- J--- and W--- As if all Wisdom were in them alone: A House of Commons crumbld into Three; Slaves in effect, and in appearance Free, What aild the Pilot, slept he at the head? Or was your Judgment by your Wills misled? What evil Spirits Influence did prevail, That you who might at large securely Sail In a full Sea, and from all Danger free, Would run upon that Shelf that ruind me? These sure and sad effects I well foresaw; These real ills, which seeming good would draw; From these sad Consequences to disswade, I was sent forth, and gladly I obeyd: I told you then what now too true you find, Where Zeal flies out, and Duty leaves behind Tis Wisdoms shame, and Policies defect, For still like Causes will have like Effect. I sought by wondrous Truth this Point to gain, Urgd many reasons, but urgd all in vain: None were of force against the Good Old Cause Counsel was thrown away, Fool that I was. Where men with Law and Prophets would not live, To think a Message from the dead should thrive. Spight of my fore-sight and my dear bought skill, Cassandra I; you faithless Paris still. Your boundless Passion did no measures keep, Well might you break your Neck with such a leap. Men may at distance hover about Kings, And by their influence warmd, move earthly things; But when those bounds they would exceed, and fly Too near the Sun, scorcht, they drop down, and dy. What an occasion lost you to improve The Princes Favour and the Peoples Love? This when considering Posterity Shall think upon, theyl hate your Memory; And as once ancient Rome, they in their turn, Wish you had never dyd, or ner been born. Should your Successors tread your steps, they then, Though they were Gods, like us shall die like men Oh! may the next (for sure a next will be) Avoid the Rock that ruind you and me: Deeply affected with a just concern At our sad Fate, self-preservation learn; And merit (by avoiding needless Fears) By moderate Councils and praise-worthy Cares, A Monarchs Blessing and three Kingdoms Prayrs.
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