A Proclamation made by this Prisoner, with the
advise of his Privy Counsel, the Muses.
Oh
Yee's, Oh Yee's, Oh Yee's: if any man
In Country, Court or City tell me can
Where my last Poem call'd Vox Vulgi lies,
(Seiz'd lately in my Chamber by surprize)
On penalty, of what else follow may,
Let him produce it, e're my Tryal day;
(Which, yet, I am not certain, when, or where
It will be, neither do I greatly care.)
He, who to me, the same will timely bring,
Shall be rewarded: So, GOD Save the King.
Given, this 17th. of the 8th. Month, 1661.
At my Head Qquarters in Newgate, which is, at present, all the places of abode upon earth,
which the Prince of this World and his Prelacie have left me.
Geo. Wither.
