A tract of 36 pages, of which a copy is preserved in the British Museum Library.
No _Merline_, nor _Mercurie_; but A new _Almanack_ after the old fashion, for the year of our Redemption 1647. Delivering exactly the Eclipses, Lunations, Quarterly ingresses, and other congresses and configurations of the celestiall bodies, with their effects probably to happen on this Planet (the Earth). Wherein likewise a few of the many grosse errours and impertinences of Mr. William Lilly are plainly discovered, modestly refuted, and the Author vindicated from his former Aspersions. Calculated exactly for the Honourable Citie of York.
Whose { Latitude is 54 degrees, 20 minutes. { Longitude is 23 degrees, 30 minutes.
By George Wharton, student in Astronomy. Printed Anno Dom. 1647.
A copy of this pamphlet is preserved in the British Museum Library.
The out-cryes of oppressed Commons. Directed to all the Rationall and understanding men in the Kingdome of _England_ and Dominion of _Wales_ (that have not resolved with themselves to be Vassells and Slaves unto the lusts and wills of Tyrants). From Lieut. Col. _John Lilburne_, prerogative prisoner in the Tower of _London_, and _Richard Overton_, prerogative prisoner in the infamous Gaole of _Newgate_. _Febr._, 1647.
On March 9th, 1646/7, the House of Commons ordered that this pamphlet should be referred to the examination and consideration of Sir Robert Pye and others, to enquire out the authors, printers, and publishers thereof.[123] A copy exists in the British Museum Library. It consists of 20 pages.
A folio broadside containing the following set of verses.
"Is't come to this? what? shall the Cheekes of Fame "Stretch't with the breath of learned _Lowden's_ name "Be flagg'd againe, and that great peice of Sence "As rich in Loyaltie, as Eloquence, "Brought to the Test, be found a tricke of State? "Like Chimists tinctures prov'd Adulterate? "The Divell sure such language did atcheive, "To cheate our un-fore-warned Grandame _Eve_; "As this Impostor found out to besot "Th' experienc't _English_ to beleeve A _Scot_. "Who reconcil'd the Covenants doubtfull Sence? "The Commons Argument, or the Cities Pence? "Or did you doubt persistance in one good "Would spoyle the fabrick of your Brotherhood, "Projected first in such a forge of sinne, "Was fit for the grand Divel's hammering. "Or was't Ambition that this damned fact, "Should tell the world you know the sines you act. "The infamie this super-Treason brings, "Blasts more then Murders of your sixtie Kings. "A crime so blacke as being advis'dly done, "Those hold with this no Competition. "Kings only suffer'd then, in this doth lie, "Th' Assacination of Monarchye. "Beyond this sinne no one step can be Trod "If not t'attempt deposing of your God. "Oh were you so engag'd that we might see, "Heavens angry lightning 'bout your eares to flee; "Till you were shriveld into dust, and your cold land, "Parcht to a drought beyond the _Libian_ sand; "But 'tis reserv'd, and till heaven plague you worse "Be Objects of an Epidemick curse. "First may your Brethren to whose viler ends, "Your power hath banded cease to count you friends; "And prompted by the Dictate of their reason "Reproach the Traytors; though they hug the Treason. "And may their Iealousies encrease and breed, "Till they confine your Ships beyond the _Tweed_. "In forreigne Nations may your loath'd name be, "A stigmatizing brand of Infamie. "Till forc't by generall hate you cease to rome "The world, and for a plague goe live at home; "Till you resume your povertie, and bee "Reduc'd to begge where none can be so free, "To grant; and may your scabbie Land be all, "Translated to a generall Hospitall. "Let not the Sun afford one gentle ray, "To give you comfort of a Summers day. "But as a Guerdon for your Trayterous warre, "Live cherisht only by the Northerne Starre. "No stranger deigne to visite your rude Coast, "And be to all but banisht Men, as lost. "And such in Hightening of the infliction due, "Let provok't Princes send them all to you. "Your State a Chaos be, where not the Law; "But Power, your lives and liberties may awe. "No Subject 'mongst you keepe a quiet brest, "But each man strive through blood to be the best; "Till for those Miseries on us yo've brought, "By your own sword, our just revenge be wrought. "To summe up all--let your Religion be, "As your Allegiance, mask't hypocrisie. "Untill when _Charles_ shall be compos'd in dust, "Perfum'd with Epithites of good and just; "_He sav'd; Incensed Heaven may have forgot_, "_To afford one act of mercy to a Scot_. Finis."