The Hierogliphick, being a short View of the Transactions of the whole Year, by Way of Conclusion

Come Painter, take a Prospect from this Hill, And on a well spread Canvas shew thy Skill; Draw all in Colours as they shall appear, And as they stand in Merit place 'em there. Draw as the Heralds do, a spacious Field, And as directed, so let that be fill'd. First, draw a Popish Army brisk and gay; Fighting, and beat, destroy'd and run away. Then draw a Hearse, and let it stand in view, The Mourners more, far more than they'r in shew; Cursing their Fate, their Stars, and in this Fear, Shew if thou can'st, how these damn'd Sots prepare, To run, or stay, and Sculk in Holes alone, By them this Motto, Gallows claim thy own. Now to the Life, let thy brisk Pencil shew Distinctly, who they are, and what's their due. Now draw a Croud of Priests prepar'd to run, Like broken Merchants when their stocks are gone: Some howling out their Prayers forget and say, Save us St. Ketch, are all our Saints away? Draw 'em in Hurry, running to and fro, Posting to Dover, Portsmouth, Tyburn too. Next draw a croud of Lords, this Label by, The Great Design is lost, Alas! they cry Who'd serve a Cause of such curst Destiny? Now draw four Priests, shew how they Rome adore, And each Man's Scarf hang to be seen before. Two brace of Bishops fallen to dispair, Arm'd Cap-a-pee, but going God knows where. Now shew the Judges, and with them thy Skill, That all who see it done may say, 'Tis well, In Caps and Gowns, as they in order sate, 'Twixt Heaven and Earth do thou 'em elevate, Their learned Noddles can dispence with that. Now draw the little Rogues that scoundrel Crew, Knights, Knaves and Beggars they must have their due, Gadbury, Butler, ay, and Roger too. Amidst this Crowd, on a fit Spot of Land, To crown the Work, let a large Gallows stand; All trembling by, arm'd with their Guilt and Fears, Kneel to this Image and pour out their Prayers.