A Looking-Glass for Traytors, OR, High Treason Rewarded.  
Being a full Account of the Examination of the Second Person that was Executed in Novem. 1678. by Name, Edward Coleman, Esq; who was found guilty of high Treason, at the Kings-Bench-Bar at Westminster, the 27th. of Nov. 1678. for Plotting and contriving the Death of our sovereign Lord the King, and endeavouring to change the Government of the Nation, and utterly to extirpate the Protestant Religion. For which he was sentenced to be Drawn, hanged, and Quartered: Being accordingly Executed the 3d. day of this Instant Decemb. at Tyburn.  
Tune of, Aim not too high, Or, Fortune my Foe.  

With Allowance.   
 a man with a scythe and a skeleton with an arrow 

TIME and DEATH'S advice to all Wicked Livers.  
Beware in TIME, too High don't Climb, for Fear you catch a Fall,  
For if you do, 'tis even True, Squire catch will Pay you all.    figures beneath an archway guarding a captive while armed men march by  

LEt all bold Traytors here come take a view,  
How ancient tyburn doth receive its due:  
Their dark designs, and hidden Treachery,  
Will bring them all unto the triple three.   

Here Coleman, their King leader of great famed,  
Hath brought himself unto his end with shane:  
By striving to be great before his time,  
He became guilty of a Horrid Crime.   

Ambition is a bait the Devil lays,  
To catch such haughty Spirits now adays:  
And when that he hath caught them in the Tray,  
He gives them o'er to ruin and mishap.   

Too many are concerned in this thing,  
Against Religion, and our gracious King:  
But I shall now, the world to satisfy,  
Tell how this grand offender came to die.   

The Prisoner bring brought to Westminster,  
And there in Court, Indicted at the Bar:  
His Crimes were all laid open unto view,  
As horrid things, as ever Christian knew.   

How that he did contrive a fearful thing,  
For to destroy our sovereign Lord the King:  
To change the fundamental Laws oth Land  
As by the Sequel you shall understand.   
 three methods of execution: hanging, drawing, and quartering  

To bring in Popery with all his might,  
And true Religion for to banish quiter:  
With Fire and Sword, for to destroy and burn,  
True Protestants, or force them for to turn.   

The Evidence against him did appear,  
And proved the accusation to be clear:  
His 〈◇〉 Evasions could not satisfy,  
The truth was as apparent as the sky.   

The trial lasted for eight hours at least,  
Where multitudes of people thronged and prest:  
Before my Lord Chief Iustice he was tried,  
And many other Learned men beside.   

At length the jury in their verdict brought,  
And in the Court declared as they ought:  
The Prisoner of High Treason guilty was,  
But being night, no Sentence then did pass.   

Next morning he was brought unto the bar,  
Where Sentence did proceed on him so far:  
That he should drawn, & hanged, & quartered be,  
For this his Treason, and his Treachery.   

This was his fact and his sad fatal doom,  
He gained by being an Agent for Rome:  
I wish that all their factors which they sand,  
May come like him, to an untimely end.   

For why they are of a malicious mind,  
And unto blood and cruelty inclined:  
They strive to bring to ruin a whole Land,  
And make those fall, whom God ordains to stand.   

But yet the Lord can frustrate their intent,  
Although they daily are on mischief bent:  
In his good time he will their Plots disclose,  
That Iustice may take place on such as those.   

If that we serve our Maker as we ought,  
He their contrivances will bring to nought:  
That we may see the sad and dismal fall,  
Of such as would bring ruin to us all.   

But now is come his Execution day,  
Where people slockt to hear what he would say:  
Where for his Love and Favour to the Pope,  
jack catch did fit him with a Hempon Rope.   

His Quarters on the Gates they do expose,  
To be a terror to the Kingdoms Foes:  
That traitors may example take thereby,  
Least that they come to endless misery.   

Then let all Loyal Subjects have a care,  
They be not drawn into the Popish snare,  
And so God bless our King and Parliament,  
And grant that of our sins we may repent.    

Printed for F. coals, T. Vere, I. Wright, and I. clerk.