%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The Ghost of the late House of Common[s,] / To the New one appointed to meet at / OXFORD. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer 1681-1681 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 10/29/2018 36385

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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. : The Ghost of the late House of Common[s,] / To the New one appointed to meet at / OXFORD. The Ghost of the late House of Commons, To the New one appointed to meet at OXFORD. 1681-1681 Benjamin Harris Langley Curtis

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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 Disease 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 yourself, and bring serener Days. The buisie 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 chang'd True Freedom for the Name of Free, And grew Seditious for Variety; All that oppos'd me were to be accus'd; And, by the Laws I Legally abus'd. The Robe was summon'd, M------d in the head, In Legal Murder none so deeply read: I brought him to the Bar, where once he stood, Stain'd 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, Some for ill Faces, some for good Estates.
To fright the People, and Alarm the Town B------ and O------ imploy'd the Reverend Gow[n] But while the Triple Mitre bore the blame, The Kings & Crowns were their Rebellious [aim] I seem'd, (and did but seem) to fear the Gua[?] And took for mine the B------ and the W---[?] Anti-monarchick Hereticks of State, Immoral Atheists, Rich, and Reprobate: But above all, I got a little Guide, Who every Foard of Villany had try'd; 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 Resolv'd to b[?] But I mistook his Patience for his Fear: All that this happy Island could afford, Was Sacrific'd to my Voluptuous Board. In his whole Paradice one only Tree He had expected by a strict Decree; A Sacred Tree which Royal Fruit did bear, Yet in It pieces I Conspir'd to tear; Beware my Child! Divinity is there. This so out-did all I had done before, I could attempt, and He endure no more. My Un-prepar'd and Un-repenting breath, Was snatch'd away by the swift Hand of Dea[th,] And I (with all my Sins about me) hurl'd, To th'utter Darkness of the lower World; A dreadful place which you too soon will see, If You believe Seducers more than Me.
FINIS. Printed for Benjamin Harris at the Stationers Arms under the Royal Exchange; and are to be so[ld] by Langley Curtis in Goatham Court on Ludgate-Hill. 1681.