A Satyrical Vision, OR, Tragy-Comedy AS IT Was lately Acted in the City of BRISTOL, Discovered in a DREAM.

What ill-bred-Stars, or what Saturnian Fate
Did at this Citties Birth predominate,
Unhappy Place, thy Fortune was severe
Business, and Fools are most in Fashion here:
Religion they profess, but yet have none
Wealth is the cheifest Deity they own.

By E: Phileroy.

LONDON, Printed by G. Croom, for the Author. 1684.

TO THE Poor Dejected, and Despairing BRETHREN: THE Dissenting CREW in General, under what Names or Titles soever, they desire to be Dignified, or Distinguished.

Worthy Patriots.

I Know not to whom I could more pro­perly make the Dedication of the fol­lowing Poem, since it seems naturally to crave your protection, not only as you are the Subject of it, but because its palpable you have endeavourd to monopolize every thing that has but the appeareance of a Fault: so that tis but rational to infer that you are able to bear mine too, tho never [Page]so Numerous in this Poem, which I must confess was done in Raptim, and therefore must have the greater need of such Patrons; not but that its an unquestioned Verity that you have a sufficient stock of your own, without any addition of mine: For who (in the Divels Name) has been the fo­menters of all feuds and Animosities in this Nation? But you: Who the Authors, and Abetters of all things that may seem to oppose the common Tranquillity? But you: Who has endeavourd by all that Hell and Malice could invent, to make our Streets blush in Innocent Bloud, and Involve it once more into its Oliverian Chaos? But you: Who I say, has endeavourd the Total Subversion of Monarchy, the Ruine of three Kingdoms, the distruction of Re­ligion it self, and the undoing of all that Dare to be its Proselytes? But you: So that by these and other your unparalelld Villa­nies (too Numerous to Incert) you have put Hell to a non-plus, and the Divels, themselves into Distraction and Amaze­ment, to see themselves out done, and all [Page]together incapable of preparing a place for your reception, adequate to the Worse then Scythian Cruelties that you have, and would have perpetrated.

But not to make the Porch bigger then all the Fabrick, I shall conclude with this Charitable Prayer, may Poyson be your Drink, and Toads, worse than Toads your cheifest Delicacies, may your Names be Eternally Obliterated from Honours Book, may your Curse, but equalize your defects, and as you have ever made Bloud your Bol­ster to lye on, so let Insupportable Greifs be your Play-fellows and Inseparable Com­panions.

Adeiu, E. P.

To the Loyal READERS.

Gentlemen,

THere having been never any thing so dismally represented to my Iuvenile Imaginations, as the late Horrid Proceed­ings of the Dissenting Crew in General, and Jack Presbiter in particular, I thought I was oblig'd upon all occasions to Expose its Abetters; especially, since they have been pleased to reiterate all their Pristine villanies in the late Discovered formidable Plot, against the best of Kings and Governments, and how farr this Citty has been Concern'd, I suppose it would be Tautology in the Highest to Incert.

[Page]
— It being known as far
As is the Artick from th' Antartick Star

But you great Souls of Numbers (whom Apollo has made Heirs to his ever Verdant Tree) tis you, I say must Pardon my Pen-Featherd-Muse (who I fear by the following unbak'd Poem has made Helicon a Puddle not a Spring) and I doubt it not, when you Consider that she was willing to attempt some thing, nay resolved that these Miscre­ants Exit should be attended with a Sheet

But Gentlemen being unwilling to de­tain you longer with Impertinences, I shall only pray, that the Fates would be pleased to be so kind as to graunt me this small Request: That when I shall be matricu­lated amongst the Dead, (if that with Pythagoras, there be a Metempsychosis) that they would send my soul into a Cat, Por­pois, or Owl: rather than any of these Re­ligious Alchymists, these Atheists against Earthly Gods [Page]

— that persue,
Deeds after which, no mischeif can be new.

To this Prayer, I shall only subjoin my Resolution, which in short is to profess my self Eternally,

Your Most Devoted Servant E: Phileroy.

TO HIS Ingenious Friend Phileroy, on his Satyrical Vision a Copy of which was exposed and derided.

(1)
LEt factious Knaves and buisy Fools rail on
(The inveterate Foes to th' Tribe of Helicon)
Whilst all impartial Men allow
Whats to your merit due,
For when they dissapprove of what you write,
It argues Barrenness of wit
In them, or Spight:
Yet whilst by them your wit's condemn'd;
It makes you more esteem'd
By men of Loyalty and Sence,
For Envy always strikes at th' greatest Excellence.
(2)
Write on then (Sr,) whilst empty Criticks do
Their malice still pursue,
For your desert by it, doth greater shew.
Write on, and lash the Soul-less Sots to sence,
And teach the Rebel Crew Obedience,
Desist not Sr, nor think your merit less,
Because not Crown'd with due success,
The mighty Laureat (that darling of the Nine)
Who in each Immortal Line,
Doth wit and Judgment joyn,
Whose muse alone boy's up the sinking stage
(Such is th' Ingratitude of th' unthinking Age)
Is not beneath his Bays, free from their bruitish Rage
So senceless Curs (they say) are often known
To bark with fury 'gainst the Radiant Moon,
Philo: Phileroy.

A Satyrical Vision,

A Pollo's fiery Steeds were gone away,
And quite withdrawn, to give a Noon of Day
Unto the Antipodes, The sable Night
Was now approach'd, and Day had took 'its Flight
Serene the Air, and now each fragrant Tree
Advanc'd it self, and all things pleasant be
Dame Flora Struts in her new Livery:
When Prest with th' plague of business, I with drew
Into a Verdant Bow'r where I might Veiw
The Earth which whileom did in Pennance stand
Clad in a sheet of Snow, doth now command
Her glorious Slaves, who by their yearly Rise
Do Homage pay and make a Sacrifice:
Mantles of Various Roses now we see
Display themselves, and make a Galaxy,
These with a Purling Brook (whose streams did glide
And paid a Tribute to the Gardens Pride)
[Page 2]So charm'd my Sences, that I must resigne
And quickly paid my Vows at Morpheus Shrine:
No sooner was my Soul at Liberty,
But through untrodden paths away doth sty
Unto a place, where Rebells make their Nest,
And Factions do, as in their causes, Rest:
Faction in all 'its Colours there did Ride,
And saine it would Eternally abide:
A Hodg poch of Religions there did dwell,
Heaven's their Pretention, but their aim is Hell:
A Miscellaneous sort of Rigid Slaves,
Censorious fops, dull Fools, but Cursed Knaves.
Here's Splay Mouth with his brace of Caps doth cry
Hallow my Hearts,
Geneva
'tis Cowards fear to dy;
Let's then pull down this Babel Monarchy;
We are the Saints; 'tis we must Rule, not they,
The Earth is ours, they therfore shall obey:
Tis thus Resolv'd, nor shall thy fate withstand,
But fall (Oh! Citty) by th' unerring hand
Of us the Saints, who must and will Command.
They then in Shoals appear, whose noise appalls,
Much worse then Twenty Jrish Funeralls:
The Hidcous Clamour of great Nilos fall
If but to them Compared was but small:
In fine, these Phaetons the world would burn,
And once more all into Confusion turn:
Asirea in great hast descends from Heav'n
(Hearing th [...] irrevocable) Vote was giv'n)
[Page 3]And being seated in her Splended Chair,
Summons these Miscreants forthwith to appear
And thus accosts them: Oh ye Sons of Hell:
"That only do in Villany Excell;
"To the Black-Book whether you will or not
"You'r come, and must abide your Fatal Lot
"Your Shameless actions now might shame the Devil,
"That scorn not to be thought the Summe of Evil:
"Oh Impious Age devoted unto ill,
"Void of all Good, and is Resolved still
"To persevere, When wilt thou taste thy fill?
"Tis you that prosecute a Villany,
"Which would create a Blush i'th Sun to see:
"For if that Transmigration er'e was true,
"Tis now, tis now, most palpable in you:
"For Hell you Claim and take it as your due:
"Oh! Times Oh! Manners which Antiquity
"In all 'its Periods, nere the like could see;
"Nor will Posterity beleive that Er'e,
"Such horrid Actions perpetrated were;
"You have resolv'd to seek out nothing less,
"Then th' very Quintessence of Wickedness,
"Fearing to come behind the Age before
"In villanies, you now have Studied more;
"And for applause will act them o're and o're:
"Hence then dull Plotters, Hence ye Romish Crew
"Make Room for Nobler Sinners that out do
"As far the Devils, as the Devils you,
[Page 4]"Draw near ye Blood-Hounds you that fain would bring
"States to Confusion, Ruine to a King:
"Draw near, and for your merits mount the Tree,
"To which your Fathers Coppy makes you Free:
"And (since you were Ambitious) you shall have
"The Gates confer'd upon you for a Grave:
"And you that did in so much honour Live,
W [...]ams [...] that, [...] argo pares,
"As Councel to maintain Prerogative,
"Justice hath seiz'd upon you; make no doubt
"That you shall have, therefore I Spew you out
"But you brave Hero's, you that did Repel
"These factious Zealots, and these broods of Hell;
"You that at Helm i'th worst of times did stand,
"Resolving to defend your Native Land,
"And with your Lives maintain great Charles Com­mand
"Blaze forth great Stars, for you shall each appear
"A Constellation in our Hemisphere
"Hence then Geneva Trash, you'r out of date
"When these Bright Rays appear, you dissipate:
"Shine on Brave Souls and let these Villains see
"(Maugre their Hellish Arts and Treachery;
"That you shall shine thus to Eternity
"And now I go (methinks I hear the Skys
"Eccho your praises in sweet Harmonies,
"I Constitute you all my deputies:
"But when these Brats of Hell shall once expire,
"I'le make the Devils rage, the Damn'd admire
"The Flames which These shall add unto Their fire,
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This said, she in great hast ascends the Skys,
And unto the Celestial Mansions Flys
No sooner gone, but faces we might see
As sad as greif could paint, or Masery,
Some howld, and cry'd, curst be this Fatal Day
Let dismal Clouds and darkness come, and may
It e're in Times Book be enrolled thus
Black, Hideous, Fatal Inauspicious.
The Judges sate, the First (with dismal Crys
And trembling that un nervd his quaking Thighs)
Appeard,
Earledom.
the Devils Enchiridion, he
That was his Factor for Iniquity:
This is the Hieroglyphick of all Vice,
The Scum and Spawne of Fiend now in disguise
Some took him for some Noble-man, and I
First thought there might be some Affinity
By's name, and faith he's Great in Villany:
His sentence was to teach the Stones to Swim,
To Cut the Water, fill seives to the Brim:
His odious Name when mention'd should imply
The Summe and Abstract of Iniquity;
In fine, if e're he should appear again
To be the Perfect Subject of Disdain.
The next was order'd for to drink good Store
Without Delay of un mixt Helebore,
Fin:
[Page 6]When the next came there issued joyful Crys
(Such as did reach the Star-enamel'd Skys)
O Let that Day for ever Banish'd be,
Dies.
And ever hid in dull Obscurity,
Let naught but ill-presaging Owls appear,
Let it be curs'd, and quite forgot i'th Year.
T was thought sufficient for the next,
Dirg.
that He
Should Penannce do, in his Wives Shist, whilst she
Firks him, (as Pluto Nol) Eternally.
The next Appearence was a Speaking Toast
A Living Spunge,
Haleo.
that all his Brains had lost:
The Sentance he receiv'd in Short was thus;
That he should punish'd be, with Tantalus.
Some say the Devil's unto Black inclin'd;
But faith he's Brown,
Brow. All us.
and sometimes White we find:
Yet, that this difference reconcil'd might be,
T was order'd that they still be One, not three,
Since in Black Crimes they all so well agree.
What Prodigy in Nature next doth move
Bless us!
Coleman
A Horned Beast with Teeth above!
Monster of Nature! Let him never be
Admitted into Mans Society,
Let him be Pimp unto his Rampant Whore
Let him (Contented Fool) attend the Door
Till Time and Memory shall be no more,
A Wife' Heavens bless us! with a Parboild Face
A Gypsie Varnish to prevent Disgrace.
[Page 7]Next comes of Tygers or of Panthers brood,
Whose Dreadful Healths are Morning draughts in Blood:
Replenish villain [...] that Hell do's Inspire,
Cis.
May Heaven once more Vomit such fleakes of fire
As might make thee and all the Damn'd admire:
T'was order'd (that when Rising Stars should Spread
Their Golden flames, and Sol withdraw his Head)
For Barking Owls, Ambiguous Bats that he
Without delay should a Companion be,
And hooted quite from all mens Company.
Desert comes next, and he must Merit Well,
Therefore with Staly, he was sent to Hell,
Meritus.
And there 't was thought would teach him to Rebel.
Twice Sacred Powers assist my Trembling Quill!
(You that do ever haunt the Sacred Hill,)
Oh! be propitious, Oh lassist my Pen
To anatomize the Deeds of worse than Men.
The next Appearance was the Stygian King
That Prince of Acheron, who with him did bring
A Leash of Beagles,
Leycors, Wats, Jack.
who their Game so well
Pursu'd, that to be fire-brands of Hell
They well deserv'd; He therefore did desire
They might be added to his hungry fire:
And since they serv'd so well, without delay,
He beg'd that he might them their Wages pay;
T'was soon agreed, since they were known to be
Th' exact Perfection of all Villany:
[Page 8]With that he Seiz'd them, and with his Nimble wings
(So have I seen how from the Trembling strings
The piercing Arrows quickly fly away)
He breaks the boundless Air without delay:
With that Exalted voices Reach the Skies,
Which was succeeded with Resounding Cries,
"If that in Hell there no more Torments be,
"Wee'l not come there, because we them must see.
These,
Ningdum Cor Flindg Gle—&c.
by some Mungrel Bats, Succeeded were,
That of this Factious Crew brought up the Rear:
These Sons of Proteus, that do ever Run
With th' Current, and adore the Rising Sun;
These present Tenses, that be that or this,
Were by a Speedy Metamorphosis
Transform'd, and in a Moment did put on
The Various Forms of the Camelion:
Thus the Rewards of Faction here will be
Shame, or to Dangle on the Fatal Tree;
Hereafter Horror, Pain and Misery.
With that a voice was heard like Thunder Loud,
When it has broke through a divided Cloud
And thus began: —O! Happy Happy Day
"Be thou e're Crownd with Sols most glorious Ray;
"I'menow imparadiz'd, methinks. I see
"The Gods descend, and joyntly do agree:
"To honour it, Kind Neptune layes aside
"His Trident, Aeolus the Winds does hide:
[Page 9]"Methinks I see upon each smiling Wave
"The Sportive Nymphs to Dance, the wind their slave
"To wait upon them, now Apolloe's Quire
"With their melodious sonnets so Inspire;
"That the wild Satyrs Dancing on the Strand,
"Like gazing Stags they in amazement stand:
"Swell then my Charming Joys, and let this Day
"Be Consecrated, let it nere decay,
"Until the Ox take wing and fly away.
"Let Bacchus now in burnish'd Gold goe Round,
"And Musick in a well digested sound
"Shall pierce the willing Air in Sweet Contention,
"Raping the willing Ears into Attention,
"Our Tables shall groan with Varietys
"Which may the most Luxurious Pallats please.
"The studied Dishes which shall re-supply,
"Each vacancy will so invite the Eye,
"That only with the fight 't will satisfie:
"In fine wee'l think that we have lost that hour,
"That adds not to our Pleasure or our Power:
With that the People made the Palace Ring,
Who in their Joyfull acclamations Sing,
Long live Great Charles, Long live our Gracious King:
At which with Silken Wings Sleep from my Eyes
Quite disappears, and now away she Flies.

POSTSCRIPT.

YOur Pardon Gentlemen, for Faith my Aiery Geni­ous was not so trusty, as I imagined, (as I had like to have found to my cost;) For going the other day to hear what News; I was accosted by a Diminitive Book-Sel­ler, who came quivering and trembling, (as doth the Earth when Neptune strikes,) and cryed Justice; For that he was left out in the preceding Poem: whereas (consideratis considerandis,) he had deserved it as much as any; I told him he should have Justice done: Vpon which, I have presumed to subjoin this additional Character.

WEll then, to begin with my Gentleman, He is a True Iack-a-Lent that is so charitable to lond a light to others, but himself nothing but a Vapour: And if ever the Devil appeared in our times like a Samuel, it is he: For take him as to his appearance he may be tolerably honest; but when Opus, and Usus, are the case (so it may be privately secured or obtained,) He begs your Pardon, and is a Devil with an Emphasis: That is to say a True Whigg: So that like the Apples of Sodom to look on, he may be fair and delectable, but come to the Test is wholly putrified: Take him in his return from a Tavern, he will make an Excellent Lawyer, for he ever makes Indentures as he goes: There is a great dispro­portion between his head and his glass, the former be­ing ever empty, but the latter full, provided it be at other mens charges: He is an Exact Italian in Carnival Time, one side of him French, and the other Spanish; for when a Whig comes he is True-blew, but if Loyalty appear he is then as true as Steel; So that with the Marygold he follows the Sun, and opens and shuts with that that is uppermost. If we may term a Cypher any thing, he may then pretend to be something; for he was ever such in the Accompts of all that have tryed him, if so we may [Page 11]soon summe up all that concerns him, which in short may be thus: Newgate (as long as he lives) is The Golledge he belongs to, whither he hourly expect; to be sent for, in order to be matriculated, The Gallows when he dies) his unavoidable Receiver, and Hell (after his Exit,) his most certain Ne plus ultra, where he will un­doubtedly cheat Pluto, (as he did all that dwelt with him upon Earth,) for Quivering, Shaking, and Gna­shing of Teeth, he hath so familiarized himself to here because he hath resolved they small be no punishment to him hereafter. But more particularly;

As to his Parentage, he was begot by Proteus on a Chamelion, and for his Religion it is to chuse: for hee'l Conform, Perform, Reform into any Form, so as he may be Viccar of Bray, (that is, so as he may be kept from breaking,) yet to give the Devil his due he is so Re­ligious, that he never awakes but with this Godly Letany in his mouth, from unfill'd Canns, and empty Bowls, Libe­ra me; for full ones are now as Natural to him as a Cittern is to a Barber, which, rather then want he would chuse all the Plagues of Ae [...]gip: He is resolved to Sym­pathise with his Trade, and hath therefore bound him­self up in Sheep Skin, (and is a Sot) in Folio: He is such a super-annuated Sardanapalus, that I Question if the Plague was a Woman, whether he would stick to Court it, for so, 3 might be saved (i: e: himself, Bac­chus, and Vanus) he cares not if the World runs into it's Pristine Deluge again.

In fine, as to his valour it's great. For he is Cozen German to the Satyr that fell dead at the noise of his own Horn, for going the other day through a Street, his Sword happened to touch his Leg, at which he was struck into such an unwonted amazement, that his Limbs were imediately disjointed and un-nerved: From which perceiving he is never able to disengage himself, I must there leave him Quivering and Shaking till Time it self shall have.

AN END.

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