HAving undergone the Gloomy Day and Newes of the Parliaments Dissolution, &c. as also the good Newes that it is his Majesties pleasure to Order my Lord Chan­cellor to issue out. Writs in order to the Election of ano­ther, all I say by the way is this, (Cavete Angli) Look to it you Free-holders of England, that you observe the good Advice contained in the Writ: But they are to Sit at Ox­ford: And indeed, honest Tom, I think that in the time of the Sickness the then Parliament sat at the said place. And alas! now Tom it's a sick State, a sick Nation, a sick People, all sick, and to be feared near Death; And now to Oxford again must the parliament go. But Tom dost think London's Air to be infected ? I must confess, a bold Rogue of our Intimacy said, If it were, or any Parts ad­joyning, it was then the Western end. But however, we know Oxford is a clear Air, and a goodly Place, likewise a Sumptuous Theatre for them to Act their parts in, and so let 'um march thitherwards. And I with them all Pro­sperity and Felicity, and withall that there may be no Rogues, pensioners, or Fellowes that love their Pockets better than their Countrey; which I cordially wish for, who am,