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On the Death of the late Tyrannical Vsurper, Oliver Cromwel.
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On the Death of the late Tyrannical Vsurper, Oliver Cromwel.
Gone with a Vengeance! had he twenty livesHe needs must go (they say) the Devil drives.
Nor went he hence away, like Lamb so mild
Or Falstaff-wise, like any Chrisome-Child.
In Arthur's Bosom, he's not hush, yet dy'd
Just as he did, at turning of the Tide;
But with it such wind, the Sails did swell,
Charon ne're made a quicker pass to Hell.
Now, as there must be wonder to pretend
Every notorious Birth, or dismal end,
Just as when Hotspurs Grannams Cat (of Yore)
Did Kitten, or when Pokins lost a Bore,
So when this prodigy of Nature fell,
Her self seem'd half unhing'd, Tempest foretell
Direful Events, Boreas was out of Breath,
Till by his Soul inspir'd at his Death.
Then full of this same blustring Sir, he throws
Down sturdy Oakes and Elms, to kiss his Toes.
Himself was heart of Oak, so now they strive
To simpath with him, dead as when alive.
Trees now, as Men, like Trees reverted stood,
You'd think the Devil had been gon to wood.
All things were Topsy-turvy, thus he fell,
The wrath of Heaven, and the prey of Hell.
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