their feather'd team appears Doves and Sparrows in their Gears Flutt'ring o'er the jovial-fry Sporting in Love's Comedy Man Hold hasty Soul Beauty 's a Flower That may perish in an Hour No Disease but can disgrace The trifling Blossoms of a Face And nip the heights of those fond Toys That now are doted on with Praise The Noon-glory of the Sun To the Shades of Night must come May for all her gilded Prime Has its weak and withering time Not a Bud that ows its Birth From the teeming-mother Earth But excels the fading dress Of a Womans Loveliness For when Flowers vanish here They may spring another Year But frail Beauty when 't is gone Finds no Resurrection Scorn me then coy Nymph no more Fly no higher do not sore Those pretty Rubies of thy Lips Once must know a pale Eclipse And that plump alluring Skin Will be furrow'd deeply in And those curled Locks so bright Time will all besnow with white Not a Glory not a Glance But must suffer Change and Chance Then though now you 'll not contract With me in the Marriage Act Yet perforce chuse chuse you whether You and I shall Lye together An Epitaph on his deceased Friend HEre lies the ruin'd Cabinet Of a rich Soul more highly set The Dross and Refuse of a Mind Too glorious to be here confin'd Earth for a while bespake his stay Only to bait and so away So that what here he doted on Was meerly Accommodation Not that his active Soul could be At home but in Eternity Yet while he blest us with the Rays Of his short continued Days Each minute had its Weight of Worth Each pregnant Hour some Star brought forth So whiles he travell'd here beneath He liv'd when others only breath For not a Sand of time slip'd by Without its Action sweet as high So good so peaceable so blest Angels alone can speak the rest Mount Ida or Beauties Contest THree regent Goddesses they fell at odds As they sat close in Council with the Gods Whose Beauty did excel And thence they crave A Moderator of the Strife to have But lest the partial Heavens could not decide The grudg they stoop to Mortals to be try'd Mantled in Clouds then gently down they fall Upon Mount Ida to appease the Brall Where Priam's lovely Boy sporting did keep His Fathers Lambs and snowy Flocks of Sheep His lilly Hand was soon ordain'd to be The harmless Umpire of the fond Decree To him to him they gave the Golden Ball O happy Goddess upon whom it fall But more unhappy Shepherd was 't not pity Thou didst not send it at a close Committee There there thou hadst surpass'd what did befall Thou might'st have crowned One yet pleased All. First then Imperious Iuno did display Her Coronet of Glories to the Boy And rang'd her Stars up in an arched Ring Of Height and Majesty most flourishing Then Wealth and Honour at his Foot did lay To be esteem'd the Lady of the Day Next Pallas that brave Heroina came The thund'ring Queen of Action War and Fame Dress'd in her glitt'ring Arms wherewith she lays Worlds wast and new ones from their Dust can raise These these she tenders him advanc'd to be With all the Wreaths of Wit and Gallantry Last Venus breaks forth of her Golden Rays With thousand Cupids crown'd ten thousand Boys Sparkling through every Quadrant of her Eyes Which made her Beauty in full Glory rise Then smiling vow'd so to sublime his Parts To make him the great Conqueror of Hearts Thus poor distracted Paris all on Fire Stood trembling deep in doubt what to desire The sweet Temptations pleaded hard for all Each Theatre of â—…eanty seem'd to call For the bright Prize But he amazed he Could not determine which which which was she At last the Cyprian Girl so struck him blind In all the Faculties of Soul and Mind That he poor captiv'd Wretch without delay Could not forbear his frailty to â—…etray But 〈◊〉 Honour Wisdom all above He ran and kiss'd and crown'd the Queen of Love Pallas and Iuno then in high disdain Took Snuff and posted up to Heaven again As to a high Court of Appeal to be Reveng'd on Men for this Indignity Hence then it happens that the Ball was lost 'T is two to one but Love is always crost Upon a Fly that flew into a Lady's Eye and there lay buried in a Tear POor envious Soul what couldst thou see In that bright Orb of Purity That active Globe That twinkling Sphere Of Beauty to be medling there Or didst thou foolishly mistake The glowing Morn in that Day break Or was 't thy Pride to mount so high Only to kiss the Sun and dye Or didst thou think to rival all Don Phaeton and his great Fall And in a richer Sea of Briue Drown Icarus again in thine 'T was bravely aim'd and which is more Th' hast sunk the Fable o'er and o'er For in this single Death of thee Th' hast bankrupt all Antiquity O had the fair Aegyptian Queen Thy glorious Monument once seen How had she spar'd what time forbids The needless tott'ring Pyramids And in an emulative Chafe Have begg'd thy Shrine her Epitaph Where when her Aged Marble must Resign her Honour to the Dust Thou mightst have canonized her Deceased Time's Executor To rip up all the Western Bed Of Spices where Sol lays his Head To squeeze the Phoenix and her Nest In one Perfume that may write Best Then blend the Gall'ry of the Skies With her Seraglio of Eyes T'embalm a Name and raise a Tomb The Miracle of all to come Then then compare it Here 's a Gemm A Pearl must shame and pity them An Amber drop distilled by The sparkling Limbeck of an eye Shall dazle all the short Essays Of rubbish Worth and shallow Praise We strive not then to prize that Tear Since we have nought to poise it here The World 's too light Hence hence we cry The World the World 's not worth a Fly Obsequies To the Memory of the truly Noble right Valiant and right Honourable Spencer Earl of Northampton slain at Hopton Field in Staffordshire in the Beginning of the Civil War WHat The whole World in Silence Not a Tear In tune through all the speechless Hemisphere Has Grief so seiz'd and fear'd Man-kind in all The Convoys of Intelligence No Fall But those of Waters heard No Elegies But such as whine through th'Organs of our Eyes Can Pompey fall again And no Pen say Here lies the Roman Liberey in Clay Or can his Bloud Bow-die th' Egyptian Sand And the black Crimes does less then tann the Land And make the Region instead of a Verse And tomb his sable Epitaph and Herse So here Northampton that brave Hero fell Triumphant Roman thy pure Parallel The Blush and Glory of his Age Who dyed In all Points happy but the Weaker side Only to foreign parts he did not roam The kind Egyptians met him nearer home Both and such Causes that the World
could not be well tempered with vulgar Blood a Servant of the Arch-Bishops who had trusted himself to these Guards and Walls is forced to betray his Lord. He brings them into the Chappel where the Holy Prelate was at his Prayers where he had celebrated Mass that Morning before the King and taken the Sacred Communion where he had spent the whole Night in watching and Devotion as presaging what followed He was a Valiant Man and Pious and expected these Blood-hounds with great Security and Calmness of Mind when their bellowing first struck his Ears he tells his Servants that Death came now as a more particular Blessing where the Comforts of Life were taken away that Life was irksome to him perhaps his pious Fears for the Church and Monarchy both alike indangered and fatally tied to the same Chain might make him weary of the World and that he could now dye with more quiet of Conscience than ever a Quiet which these Parricides will not find when they shall pay the Score of this and their other Crimes However the Flattery of Success may abuse our Death-bed represents things in their own Shape and as they are After this the Rout of Wolves enter prophanely roaring where is the Traitor where is the Robber of the Common People He answers not troubled at what he saw or heard Ye are welcome my Sons I am the Arch-Bishop whom you seek neither Traitor nor Robber Presently these Limbs of the Devil griping him with their wicked Clutches tear him out of the Chappel neither reverencing the Altar nor Crucifix figured on the top of his Crosier nor the Host these are the Monks Observations for which he condemns them in the highest Impiety and makes them worse than Devils and as Religion went then well he might condemn them so They drag him by the Arms and Hood to Tower Hill without the Gates there they howl hideously which was the Sign of a Mischief to follow He asks them what it is they purpose what is his Offence tells them he is their Arch-Bishop this makes him guilty all his Eloquence his Wisdom are now of no Use he adds the Murder of their Soveraign Pastor will be severely punished some notorious Vengeance will suddenly follow it These Destroyers will not trouble themselves with the idle Formality of a Mock-trial or Court of their own erecting an abominable Ceremony which had made their Impiety more ugly they proceed down-right and plainly which must be instead of all things He is commanded to lay his Neck upon the Block as a false Traitor to the Commonalty and Realm To deal roundly his Life was forfeited and any particular Charge or Defence would not be necessary his Enemies were his Accusers and Judges his Enemies who had combined and sworn to abolish his Order the Church and spoil the Sacred Patrimony and what Innocency what Defence could save Without any Reply farther he forgives the Headsman and bows his Body to the Axe After the first hit he touches the Wound with his Hand and speaks thus It is the Hand of the Lord. The next Stroke falls upon his Hand e'er he could remove it cuts off the tops of his Fingers after which he fell but dyed not till the eighth Blow his Body lay all that day unburied and no Wonder all Men were throughly Scared under the Tyranny of these Monsters all Humanity all Piety were most unsafe The Arch-bishop dyed a Martyr of Loyalty to his King and has his Miracles recorded an Honour often bestowed by Monks Friends of Regicide and Regicides on Traitors seldom given to honest Men. In his Epitaph his riming Epitaph where is shewn the pittiful ignorant Rudeness of those times he goes for no less he speaks thus Sudburiae natus Simon jacet hic tumulatus Martyrizatus nece pro republica stratus Sudburies Simon here intombed lies Who for the Common-wealth a Martyr dies It is fit says Plato that he who would appear a just Man become Naked that his Vertue be dispoiled of all Ornament that be he taken for a wicked Man by others wicked indeed that he be mocked and hanged The wisest of Men tell us There is a Just Man that perisheth in his Righteousness and there is a wicked Man that prolongeth his Life in his Wickedness The Seas are often calm to Pirates and the Scourges of God the Executioners of his Fury the Goths Hunns and Vandals heretofore Tartars and Turks now how happy are their Robberies how do all things succeed with them beyond their Wishes Our Saviours Passion the great Mystery of his Incarnation lost him to the Iews his Murtherers Whereupon Grotius notes it is often permitted by God that pious Men be not only vexed by wicked Men but murdered too He gives Examples in Abel Isaiah and others the MESSIAH dyed for the Sins of the World Ethelbert and Saint Edmund the East-Angles Saint Oswald the Northumbrian Edward the Monarch c. Saxon Kings are Examples at Home Thucidides in his Narration of the Defeat and Death of Nician the Athenian in Sicily speaks thus Being the Man of all the Grecians of my Time had least deserved to be brought to so great a Degree of Misery It is too frequent to proclaim Gods Judgments in the Misfortunes of others as if we were of the Celestial Council had seen all the Wheels or Orbs upon which Providence turns and knew all the Reasons and Ends which direct and govern its Motions Men love by a strange Abstraction to seperate Facts from their Crimes where the Fact is Beneficial the Advantage must canonize it it must be of Heavenly Off-spring a Way to justifie Cain Abimelech Phocas our Third Richard Ravilliac every lucky Parricide whatsoever Alexander Severus that most excellent Emperor assassinated by the Militia or Souldiery by an ill Fate of the Common-wealth for Maximinus a Thracian or Goth Lieutenant General of the Army a cruel Savage Tyrant by Force usurped the Empire after him replyed to one who pretended to foretell his End That it troubled aim not the most Renowned Persons in all Ages dye violently This Gallant Prince condemned no Death but a dishonest fearful one Heaven it self declared on the Arch-bishops side and cleared his Inocency Starling of Essex who challenged to himself the Glory of being Headsman fell mad suddenly after ran through the Villages with his Sword hanging naked upon his Breast and his Dagger naked behind him came up to London confest freely the Fact and lost his Head there As most of those did who had laid their Hands upon this Arch-bishop coming up severally out of their Countrys to that City and constantly accusing themselves for the Parricide of their spiritual Father Nothing was now unlawful there could be no Wickedness after this they make more Examples of barbarous Cruelty under the Name of Justice Robert Lord Prior of St. Iohn and Lord Treasurer of England Iohn Leg or Laige one of the Kings Sergeants at Arms a
I prize His artificial Grief who scans his eyes Mine weep down pious Beads but why should I Confine them to the Muses Rosary I am no Poet here my Pen's the Spout Where the Rain-water of mine eyes run out In pity of that Name whose Fate we see Thus copyed out in Grief's Hydrography The Muses are not Mer-maids though upon His Death the Ocean might turn Helicon The Sea 's too rough for Verse who rhymes upon 't With Xerxes strives to fetter th' Hellespont My Tears will keep no Channel know no Laws To guide their streams but like the waves their cause Run with disturbance till they swallow me As a Description of his Misery But can his spatious Virtue find a Grave Within the lmpostum'd bubble of a Wave Whose Learning if we sound we must confess The Sea but shallow and him bottomless Could not the Winds to countermand thy death With their whole Card of Lungs redeem thy breath Or some new Island in thy rescue peep To heave thy Resurrection from the Deep That so the World might see thy safety wrought With no less wonder than thy self was thought The famous Sâ—…garite who in his life Had Nature as familiar as his Wife Bequeath'd his Widow to survive with thee Queen Dowager of all Philosophy An ominous Legacy that did portend Thy Fate and Predecessor's second end Some have affirm'd that what on Earth we find The Sea can parallel for shape and kind Books Arts and Tongues were wanting but in thee Neptune hath got an University We 'll dive no more for Pearls the hope to see Thy sacred Reliques of Mortality Shall welcome Storms and make the Seaman prize His Shipwrack now more than his Merchandize He shall embrace the Waves and to thy Tomb As to a Royaler Exchange shall come What can we now expect Water and Fire Both Elements our ruin do conspire And that dissolves us which doth us compound One Vatican was burnt another drown'd We of the Gown our Libraries must toss To understand the greatness of our Loss Be Pupils to our Grief and so much grow In Learning as our Sorrows overflow When we have fill'd the Rundlets of our Eyes We 'll issue't forth and vent such Elegies As that our Tears shall seem the Irish Seas We floating Islands living Hebrides An Elegy upon the Arch-bishop of Canterbury I Need no Muse to give my Passion vent He brews his Tears that studies to lament Verse chymically weeps that pious rain Distill'd by Art is but the sweat o'th'Brain Who ever sob'd in Numbers Can a Groan Be quaver'd out in soft Division 'T is true for common formal Elegies Not Bushel's Wells can match a Poet's Eyes In wanton Water-Works he 'll tune his Tears From a Geneva-Jig up to the Spheres But then he mourns at distance weeps aloof Now that the Conduit Head is our own Roof Now that the Fate is Publick we may call It Brittain's Vespers England's Funeral Who hath a Pencil to express the Saint But he hath Eyes too washing off the Paint There is no Learning but what Tears surround Like to Seth's Pillars in the Deluge drown'd There is no Church Religion is grown So much of late that she 's encreast to none Like an Hydropick Body full of Rheumes First swells into a Bubble then consumes The Law is dead or cast into a Trance And by a Law dough-bak'd an Ordinance The Liturgy whose doom was voted next Dy'd as a Comment upon him the Text. There 's nothing lives Life is since he is gone But a Nocturnal Lucubration Thus you have seen Death's Inventory read In the Summ total Canterbury's dead A sight would make a Pagan to baptize Himself a Convert in his bleeding Eyes Would thaw the Rabble that fierce Beast of ours That which Hyena-like weeps and devours Tears that flow brackish from their Souls within Not to repent but pickle up their Sin Mean time no squalid Grief his Look defiles He guilds his sadder Fate with nobler Smiles Thus the World's Eye with reconciled Streams Shines in his showers as if he wept his beams How could Success such Villanies applaud The State in Strassord fell the Church in Laud The Twins of publick rage adjudg'd to dye For Treasons they should act by Prophecy The Facts were done before the Laws were made The Trump turn'd up after the Game was play'd Be dull great Spirits and forbear to climb For Worth is sin and Eminence a Crime No Church-man can be Innocent and High 'T is height makes Grantham Steeple stand awry Epitaphium Thomae Spell Coll. Divi Iohannis Praesidis HIc jacet Quantillum Quanti Ille quatenus potuit mori Thomas Spellus Fuit nomen erit Epitheton Posthumus sibi perennabit idem Olim olim Ille qui sibi futurus Posteri Ut esse poterat Majores sui Honestis quicquid debuit Natalibus Mactus in sese disputandus utrum Sui magis an ex Patrum traduce Quem vitae Drama Mitionem dedit Qui verbae protulit ut Alcedo pullos Omine pacis Quocum sepulta jacet Urbanitas Et Malaci mores tanquam Soldurii Commoriuntur Pauperum Scipio amor omnium Collegii Coagulum Honorum Climax Scholaris Socius Senior Praeses Et Pastor gregis in cruce providus Oculos à flendo non moror amplius Vixit Mark Anthony WHen as the Nightingale chanted her Vespers And the wild Forrester couch'd on the ground Venus invited me in th' Evening Whispers Unto a fragrant Field with Roses crown'd Where she before had sent My Wishes Complement Unto my Heart's content Play'd with me on the Green Never Mark Anthony Dallied more wantonly With the fair Aegyptian Queen First on her cherry Cheeks I mine Eyes feasted Thence fear of Surfeiting made me retire Next on her warmer Lips which when I tasted My duller Spirits made me active as fire Then we began to dart Each at anothers Heart Arrows that knew no smart Sweet Lips and Smiles between Never Mark c. Wanting a Glass to plate her Amber Tresses Which like a Bracelet rich decked mine Arm Gawdier than Iuno wears when as she Graces Iove with Embraces more stately than warm Then did she peep in mine Eyes humour Chrystalline I in her Eyes was seen As if we one had been Never Mark c. Mystical Grammar of Amourous Glances Feeling of Pulses the Physick of Love Rhetorical Courtings and Musical Dances Numâ—…ring of Kisses Arithmetick prove Eyes like Astronomy Straight-limb'd Geometry In her Art's Ingeny Our Wits were sharp and keen Never Mark Anthony Dallied more wantonly With the fair Aegyptian Queen The Author's Mock-Song to Mark Anthony WHen as the Nightingale sang Pluto's Mattins And Cerberus cry'd three Amens at a Howl When Night wandring Witches put on their Pattins Midnight as dark as their Faces are foul Then did the Furies doom That the Night-Mare was come Such a mishapen Groom Puts down Su. Pomfret clean Never did Incubus Touch such a filthy Sus At this foul Gypsie Quean First on her Goosberry
word in his Penny-libel is ominous for a Duel The Sand was always the Scene of Quarrelling and so he calls the Speech If this be Sand I shall easily incline to Democritus his Opinion who thought the World to be compos'd of Attoms and shall be able to render a reason hereafter why Iupiter when he was most Oraculous was called Iupiter Ammon Iupiter of the Sand but as Thomas Mason says am I bound to find you Wit and History Why the Sand The Sand that is the Incoherent You shall never take a Pamphleteer one of these Haberdashers of small Wares without his Videlicets or his Utpotes An ingeńious Metaphor needs no spokes-man to the Apprehension but is entertain'd without a pimping Videlicet A Videlicet is an Hic Canis it argues a Bungling Writer as that a Painter But wherein Incoherent Because it shews wherein the same Man may both condemn and acquit the same Man Why is that such a Riddle May not I commend you for a Single soul'd Rhymer one that can Chime All-in to an Execution and yet use the Scotch Proverb and turn your Nose where your Arse was in point of State-policy Though you have a pretty Faculty in Country Tom and Cambery-bess yet faces about in State affairs A diverse Quatenus commends and vilifies condemns and acquits But a Pox of all English Logick He hath found Idem qua idem somewhere Translated and that 's it which raises all this Dust disturbs the Sand. Well grant it be Sand what becomes on 't Why Captain Puff will blow it away My Adversary I perceive has eaten Garlick and wholly relies upon the Valour of his Breath and indeed I question not the strength of that I find it sufficiently in the Rankness of his Language Certainly he hath a great mind to be painted like Bore◅s in the great Ship with that ingenious ◅mpress Sic Flo. But hark you Gaffer you that will tear the Speech and blow away the Sand before you and I part I shall so prick the Tympany of your Cheeks and so mince your Pamplet that the least Sand shall be a Grave sufficient for the biggest peice of it But see the Prowess of our Domitian he 'l kill this Fly himself and not with an Axe or a Bill of Attainder He scorns to ◅ry Clubs he 'l not oppugn it with the Votes of the Houses with the Judges Opinions nor are we so mad to enter the Lists of such a Comparison But this is but one of his ordinary Solecisms The Speech must be consider'd as when first made then the Houses had not voted then the Judges had ◅ot determined and what 's as Material as any ◅hing the Rabble had not yell'd for Justice and Execution then and therefore to commit them with this Speech what were it but to fancy a Prolepsis to antedate Combatants that were not yet in being so that if any thing add to the strength of the Speech beside its own Nerves it is the weakness of the Confuter not of the Reader I make no question but your Reader is quit with you for that abuse You say My Lord steals his Affection I dare purge you of that Felony Marry if you will needs cry Guilty it cannot amount to above Petty Larceny so much as may ask the Banns betwixt your Shoulders and a peice of Packthread for whereas you damn my Lord's Arguments to the Hospital I am sure yours stand in need of Bedlam and the wholesome Phlebotomy of a Whip to fetch the Dog-days out of your Scull and so though you stand like Death over the Belfrey with a great Scythe comparing the Speech to Grass the Event will disarm you of your Utensil and in stead of a Scythe for Mowing give you a Whetstone for Lying Hitherto he hath been Tuning the strings now he strikes up Pray you mark the Lesson Will you see an Argument of this Paper and indeed a Paper-Argument Did you ever hear the Changes better rung upon two Bells I am perswaded the Author would dance well upon the Ropes he keeps himself so equally poiz'd Heads and Points the Argument of the Paper the Paper-Argument Well score up one in the Column of Quibbles The Argument that he runs division upon is this It doth not appear to him by two Testimonies that the Irish Army was to be brought over to reduce this Kingdom Therefore the Earl of Strafford is not guil◅ of High Treason Now he breaks the Neck of this Ergo thus If three or four other Treasons be objected and prov'd though they be at a loss in one this doth not straight evince his Innocence To this Belief he will draw you as he says by a Comparison Let him put himself in his Geers Let him play his Tricks of Fast and Loose In the Interim thus I gird up his tedious Quemadmodum If one be tyed with three or four Cords he is not at liberty though one of them be loos'd as being still bound with the rest Even as Even so Philip writing to the Spartans prefac'd every Sentence with If If If they studying their Laconical Brevity and denying the Contents of the Letter returned nothing but the same Monasyllable The Objection runs in Philip's fashion If is the Postilion of every Line and I know not but the Answer may be as opposite If three or four Treasons be prov'd if he be tyed with three or four Cords but if those Treasons prove but Misdemeanor if those Cables be but Threads if Sampson that was bound with them have twitch'd them in peices then I must say your Cords come in very unseasonably unless it be to put you in mind of your Mortality But he doubles his Files Faults in this Paper he saith go not alone that 's the Reason he bears the Author company to the end of his Speech that if there be any Faults his Answer may match them with Twin-brothers Though this reducing the Kingdom by an Irish Army be not proved by Retail yet 't is Treason in the Lump Rip but up the bowels of a former Testimony and there you shall find it His Majesty is absolv'd from all Rules of Government and may do what Power will admit So ho Whither now My Task is to justifie the Speech in what it treats not to declame the Question at large This is not to confute his Speech but his Conscience that would not be convicted I am not tyed to follow you in your Wildgoose-chase yet I am so confident whether of the strength of the Cause or your Weakness I say not that I wish you and I might plead it on a Pillory and he that lost the day pay Ear-rent for us both But there is danger in following an Ignis Fatuus whither it will lead you especially when he makes up at the Throat of Majesty He sees that Power will admit the use of an Irish Army or any other which that Power can purchase A Suspicion which deserves to be answer'd with a Thunderbolt but 't is out
the Candle 's out But I profane thy Ashes gracious Soul Thy Spirit flew to high to truss these foul Gnostick Opinions Thou desired'st to meet Such Tenents that durst stand upon their Feet And beard the Truth with as intens'd a Zeal As Saints upon a fast Night quilt a Meal Rome never trembled till thy piercing Eye Darted her through and crush'd the Mystery Thy Revelations made St. Iohn's compleat Babylon fell indeed but 't was thy Sweat And Oyl perform'd the work to what we see Foret old in misty Types broke forth in thee Some shallow Lines were drawn and sâ—…onces made By Smatterers in the Arts to drive a Trade Of Words between us but that prov'd no more Than threats in cowing Feathers to give ore Thy Fancy laid the Siege that wrought her Fall Thy Batteries commanded round the Wall Not a poor loop-hole Error could sneak by No not the Abbess to the Friery Though her Disguise as close and subtly good As when she wore the Monk's hose for a Hood And if perhaps their French or Spanish Wine Had fill'd them full of Beads and Bellarmine That they durst sally or attempt a Guard O! How thy busie Brain would beat and ward Rally And reinforce Rout And relieve Double reserves And then an onset give Like marshal'd Thunder back'd with Flames of Fire Storms mixt with Storms Passion with Globes of ire Yet so well disciplin'd that Judgment still Sway'd and not rash Commissionated Will No Words in thee knew Order Time and Place The instant of a Charge or when to face When to pursue advantage where to halt When to draw off and where to reassault Such sure Commands stream'd from thee that 't was one With thee to vanquish as to look upon So that thy ruin'd Foes groveling confess Thy Conquests were their Fate and Happiness Nor was it all thy Business hereto war With forreign Forces But thy active Star Could course a home-bred Mist a native Sin And shew its Guilt 's Degrees how and wherein Then sentence and expel it Thus thy Sun An Everlasting Stage in labour run So that its motion to the Eye of Man Waved still in a compleat Meridian But these are but fair Comments of our Loss The Glory of a Church now on the Cross The transcript of that Beauty once we had Whilst with the Lustre of thy Presence clad But thou art gone Brave Soul and with thee all The Gallantry of Arts Polemical Nothing remains as Primitive but Talk And that our Priests again in Leather walk A Flying Ministry of Horse and Foot Things that can start a Text but ne'er come to 't Teazers of Doctrines which in long sleev'd Prose Run down a Sermon all upon the Nose These like dull glow-worms twinckle in the Night The frighted Land-skips of an absent Light But thy rich Flame 's withdrawn Heaven caught thee hence Thy Glories were grown ripe for Recompence And therefore to prevent our weak Essays Th' art crown'd an Angel with Coelestial Bays And there thy ravish'd Soul meets Field and Fire Beauties enough to fill its strong Desire The Contemplation of a present God Perfections in the Womb the very Road And Essences of Vertues as they be Streaming and mixing in Eternity Whiles we possess our Souls but in a Veil Live Earth confin'd catch Heaven by retail Such a Dark-lanthorn Age such jealous Days Men tread on Snakes sleep in Batalias Walk like Confessors hear but must not say What the bold World dares act and what it may Yet here all Votes Commons and Lords agree The Crosier fell in Laud the Church in thee On the death of his Royal Majesty Charles late King of England c. WHat went yout out to see a dying King Nay more I fear an Angel suffering But what went you to see A Prophet slain Nay that and more a martyr'd Soveraign Peace to that sacred Dust Great Siâ—… our Fears Have left us nothing but Obedient Tears To court your Hearse and in those Pious Floods We live the poor remainder of our Goods Accept us in these latter Obsequies The unplundred Riches of our Hearts and Eyes For in these faithful Streams and Emanations W' are Subjects still beyond all Sequestrations Here we cry more than Conquerors Malice may Murder Estates but Hearts will still obey These as your Glory 's yet above the reach Of such whose purple Lines confusion preach And now Dear Sir vouchsafe us to admire With envy your arrival and that Quire Of Cherubims and Angels that supply'd Our Duties at your Triumphs Where you ride With full Caelestial Ioes and Ovations Rich as the Conquest of three ruin'd Nations But 't was the Heavenly Plot that snatch'd you hence To crown your Soul with that Magnificence And bounden rites of Honour that poor Earth Could only wish and strangle in the Birth Such pittied Emulation stop'd the blush Of our Ambitious Shame non-suited us For where Souls act beyond Mortality Heaven only can perform that Iubilee We wrestle then no more but bless your day And mourn the Anguish of our sad delay That since we cannot add we yet stay here Fetter'd in Clay Yet longing to appear Spectators of your Bliss that being shown Once more you may embrace us as your own Where never Envy shall divide us more Nor City-tumults nor the Worlds uproar But an Eternal Hush a quiet Peace As without end so still in the Increase Shall lull Humanity asleep and bring Us equal Subjects to the Heavenly King Till when I 'll turn Recusant and forswear All Calvin for there 's Purgatory here An Epitaph STay Passenger Behold and see The widdowed Grave of Majesty Why tremblest thou Here 's that will make All but our stupid Souls to shake Here lies entomb'd the Sacred Dust Of Peace and Piety Right and Just. The Blood O start'st not thou to hear Of a King 'twixt hope and fear Shed and hurried hence to be The Miracle of Misery Add the ills that Rome can boast â—…rift the World in every Coast â—…ix the Fire of Earth and Seas With humane Spleen and Practices To puny the Records of time By one grand Gygantick Crime Then swell it bigger till it squeeze The Globe to crooked Hams and Knees Here 's that shall make it seem to be But modest Christianity The Law-giver amongst his own â—…entenc'd by a Law unknown â—…oted Monarchy to Death By the course Plebeian Breath The Soveraign of all Command â—…uffering by a Common Hand A Prince to make the Odium more Offer'd at his very door The head cut off O Death to see 't â—…n Obedience to the Feet And that by Iustice you must know If you have Faith to think it so Wee 'l stir no further than this Sacred Clay But let it slumber till the Iudgment Day Of all the Kings on Earth 't is not denyed Here lies the first that for Religion dyed A Survey of the World THe World 's a guilded Trifle and the State Of sublunary Bliss adulterate Fame but an empty Sound a
conquering Arms and striking his Sword which shewed the present Power on London-stone The Cyclops or Centaur of Kent spoke these Words From this Day or within four Days all Law or all the Laws of England as others shall fall from Wat Tylers Mouth The Kings indeed had bound themselves and were bound by the Laws They were named in them Tyler was more than a King he was an Emperor he was above the Laws nor was it fit the old over-worn Magna Charta should hold him The Supreme Authority and Legislative Power no one knows how derived were to be and reside in him according to the new Establishment Tyler like Homers Mars 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 was a Whirl windâ—… he was Egnatius in Paterculus rather a Fencer a Swash-Buckler that a Senator his right Arm his brutish Force not Justice not Reason must sway all things Tyler will not rule in Fetters his Will his Violence shall be called Law and grievous Slavery under that Will falsly Peace Had those whom no Government never so sweet and gracious will please unless the Supreme Power be given the People seen the Confusion and Dangers the Cruelty and Tyranny of these few days they would quickly have changed this Opinion The Knight performs his Embassy he urges the Idol with great Earnestness to see the King and speedily He answers if thou must be so much for Haste get thee back to the King thy Master I will come when I list yet he follows the Knight on Horse-back but slowly In the Way he is met by a Citizen who had brought sixty Doublets for the Commons upon the publick Faith This Citizen asks him for his Money he promises Payment before Night and presses on so near the King that his Horse touched the Croup of the Kings Horse Froissart reports his Discourse to the King Sir King says the Idol seest thou yonder People The King answers Yes and asks him what he means by the Question He replys they are all at my Command have sworn to me Faith and Truth to do what I will have them He and they had broke their Faith and Truth to their Prince and he thinks these Men will be true to him Here though it be a Digression too much I cannot omit a passage of the late Civil Wars of France begun and continued by the Iesuiced Party to extirpate the Royal Family there Villers Governour of Roüen for the Holy League tells the Duke of Mayen Captain General of the Rebellion That he would not obey him they were both Companions and Spoilers of the State together The King being levelled all Men else ought to be equal The Idol as he that demanded so the Knight nothing but Riot continues his Discourse thus Believest thou King that these People will depart without thy Letters The King tells him He means fairly that he will make good his Word his Letters are near finished and they shall have them But the Glory of the Idol which was meerly the Benefit of Fortune began to fade his Principality was too cruel too violent to be lasting Vengeance here hovered over his Head and he who had been the Destruction of Multitudes hastens nay precipitates his own Fate and ruins himself by his own Fury he puts himself into the Kings Power who should in his first towring had he been wisely wicked like a Vulture of the Game have flown at his Throat The judicious Politick will not begin to give over However will never venture himself in the Princes Hands whom he has justly offended by Treasons against his Government Charles of Burgundy confesses this to be a great Folly his Grandfather Philip lost his Life at Montereau upon the Yonne by it and our Idol shall not escape better Sir Iohn Newton the Knight imployed to fetch him delivered his Message on Horseback which is now remembred and taken for an high Neglect besides it seemeth the Carriage and Words of the Knight were not very pleasing Every Trifle in Omission was Treason to the Idols Person and new State He rails foully draws his Dagger and bellowing out Traitor menaces to strike the Knight who returns him in Exchange the Lye and not to be behind in Blows draws his This the Idol takes for an intolerable Affront but the King fearful of his Servant cools and asswages the Heat he commands the Knight to dismount and offer up his Dagger to the Idol which though unwillingly was done This would not take off his Edge The Prince who yields once to a Rebel shall find Heaps of Requests and must deny nothing The King had given away his Knights Dagger Now nothing will content Tyler but the Kings Sword with which the Militia or Power of Arms impliedly was sought This he asks then again rushes upon the Knight vowing never to eat till he have his Head When the Nobility and Gentry of the Kingdom whom neither Necessity nor Misery could animate lye down trampled on by these Villaines without Soul or Motion in comes the Mayor of London Sir William Walworth the everlasting Honour of the Nation a Man who over did Ages of the Roman Scaevolae or Curtii in an Hours Action and snatches the King and Kingdom out of these Flames He tells the King it would be a Shame to all Posterity to suffer more Insolences from this Hangman this Lump of Blood This the rest of the Courtiers now wakened by their own Danger for he who destroys one Man contrary to Law or Justice gives all Men else Reason to fear themselves and take heed are Ecchoes to This puts Daring into the young King he resolves to hazard all upon this Chance This Way he could not but dye Kingly at least like a Gentleman with the Sword which God of whose great Majesty he was a Beam gave him in his Hand The only Way left to avoid a shameful Death was to run the Danger of a brave One and a wise Coward I will not say an Honourable One considering the Incertainty of things under that Iron Socage Tenure would think so The King commands the Mayor to arrest the Butcher This was Charge enough and rightly understood indeed there was then no time for Form nor Tryal the Suspension of the Courts was Tylers Act his Crime and he ought not to look for any Advantage from it An Historian says the Duke of Guyse's Power was so much that the Ordinary Forms of Justice could not be observed fair Law is handsome but it is not to be given to Wolves and Tygers Tyler was a Traitor a common Enemy and against such says a Father long agone every Man is a Souldier whosoever struck too struck as much in his own Defence in his own Preservation as the King 's And the Safety of the King and People made this Course â—…ecessary besides Tylers Crimes were publick and notorious The generous Lord Mayor obeys the Sentence which was given by the same Power by which the Judges of Courts sat and acted
Vera Effigies IOHANNIS CLEAVILAND THE WORKS OF Mr. JOHN CLEVELAND Containing his Poems Orations Epistles Collected into One Uolume With the LIFE Of the AUTHOR LONDON Printed by R. Holt for Obadiah Blagrave at the Bear and Star over against the little North Door in St. Paul's Church-Yard 1687. TO THE Right Worshipful And Reverend FRANCIS TURNER D. D. Master of St. Iohn's Colledge in Cambridge and to the Worthy Fellows of the same Colledge Gentlemen THat we interrupt your more serious Studies with the offer of this Peice the injury that hath been and is done to the deceased Author's Ashes not only pleddeth our Excuse but engageth you whose once he was and within whose Walls this Standard of Wit was first set up in the same Quarrel with us Whilst Randolph and Cowley lie embalmed in their own native Wax how is the Name and Memory of Cleveland equally prophaned by those that usurp and those that blaspheme it By those that are ambitious to lay their Cuckows Eggs in his Nest and those that think to raise up Phenixes of Wit by firing his spicy Bed about him We know you have not without passionate Resentments beheld the Prostitution of his Name in some late Editions vended under it wherein his Orations are murthered over and over in barbarous Latine and a more barbarous Translation and wherein is scarce one or other Poem of his own to commute for all the rest At least every Curiasier of his hath a fulsom Dragooner behind him and Venus is again unequally yoaked with a sooty Anvile-beater Cleveland thus revived dieth another Death You cannot but have beheld with like zealous Indignation how enviously our late Mushrom-wits look up at him because he overdroppeth them and snarl at his Brightness as Dogs at the Moon Some of these grand Sophys will not allow him the Reputation of Wit at all yet how many such Authors must be creamed and spirited to make up his Fuscara and how many of their slight Productions may be gigged out of one of his pregnant Words There perhaps you may find some Leaf-gold here massie Wedges there some scattered Ray here a Galaxy there some loose Fancy frisking in the Air here Wits Zodiack The Quarrel in all this is upbraiding Merit and Eminence his Crime His touring Fancy soareth so high a pitch that they fly like Shades below him The Torrent thereof which riseth far above their high Water-Mark drowneth their Levels Usurping upon the State Poetick of the time he hath â—…ht 〈◊〉 such Iâ—…t Measures of VVit and Language and that despairing to initate they must statly to understand That above is VVit with them to which they are conmmensurate and what exceedeth their Sâ—…ling is monstrous That they 〈◊〉 his VVit and Fancy as the to win the plamp Oyster when he could not crack it And now instead of that strâ—…s masculine Stile which breatheth in this Aâ—…thor we have only an enerâ—… effeminate â—…oth offered as if they had taken the sâ—…ivating Pil before they set Pai to Paper You must hold your Breath in the perusal lest the Iest vanish by blowing on Another Blemish in this Monster of Perfection is the Exuberance of his Fancy His Manna lieth so thick upon the Ground they loath it VVhen he should only fan he with Hâ—…ricanos of VVit stormeth the Sense and doth not so much delight his Reader as â—…ppress and overwhelm him To cure this Excess their frugal VVit hath reduced the VVorld to a Lessian Diet. If perhaps they entertain their Reader with one good Thought as these new Dictators affect to speak he may sit down and say Grace over it the rest is VVords and nothing else VVe will leave them therefore to the most proper Vengeance to humour themselves with the perusal of their own Poems And leave the Barber to rub their thick Skulls with Bran until they are fit for Musk. Only we will leave this friendly Advice with them that they have an Eye upon John Tredeskant's Executor lest among his other Minims of Art and Nature he expose their slight Conceits And another upon the Royal Society lest they make their Poems the Counter-ballance when they intend to weigh Air. From these unequal Censures we appeal to such competent Iudges as your selves in whose just value of him Cleveland shall live the VVonder of his own and the pattern of succeeding Ages And although we might upon several Accompts bespeak your Affections yet abstracting from these we submit him to your severer Iudgments and doubt not but he will find that Patronage from you which is desired and expected by Your humble Servants I. L. S. D. A short Account of the Author's Life HE was born at Hinckley a small Market Town in the County of Leicester if we may esteem that small which glorieth in so great a Birth His Father was the Reverend and Learned Minister of the place Fortes creantur è fortibus Being thus well descended for a Vein of Learning he even lisped Wit like an English Bard and was early ripe for the University who was one To cherish so great hopes the Lady Margaret drew forth both her Breasts Christ's Colledge in Cambridge gave him Admission and St. Iohn's a Fellowship There he lived about the space of nine years the Delight and Ornament of that Soeiety What Service as well as Reputation he did it let his Orations and Epistles speak to which the Library oweth much of its Learning the Chappel much of its pious Decency and the Colledge much of its Renown The Rays which he thus shed upon others reflected upon himself But that which alone may suffice for his Honour is that after the Oration which he addressed to that Incomparable Prince of Blessed Memory Charles the First the King called for him and with great Expressions of Kindness gave him his Hand to kiss and commanded a Copy to be sent after him to Huntington whither he was hastening that Night Thus he shined with equal Light and Influence until the general Eclipse of which no Man had more Sagacious Prognosticks When Oliver was in Election to be Burgeâ—…s for the Town of Cambridge as he engaged all his Friends and Interests to oppose it so when it was passed he said with much passionate Zeal That single Vote had ruined both Church and Kingdom Such Havock the good Prophet beheld in Hazael's Face Such fatal Events did he presage from his bloody Beak And no sooner did that Schritch-Owl appear in the University but this Sun declined Perceiving the Ostracism that was intended he became a Voluntier in his Academick Exile and would no longer breath the common Air with such Pests of Mankind From thence he betook himself to the Camp of his Sovereign and particularly to Oxford the Head-Quarter of it as the most proper and proportionate Sphere for his Wit Learning and Loyalty and added no small Lustre to that with which that famous University shined before His next Stage was the Garrison of Newark where he was Judge Advocate
will it avail to say you languish without her Compassion A Sensual Man is able to vitiate the Vestal Flame even by his Martyrdom other Lovers in the Jollity of their Trope are wont to canonize their Mistresses as being of opinion that the Native Rubrick of their Cheeks hath hallowed them Will you run Counter to that Consecration and degrade a Saint by Mortal Addresses If you have no room in your Calendar for Persons upon Earth yet do not profane a Probationer of Heaven as if the readiest way to rectifie Superstition were with our Modern Reformers to bow it into Atheism Let me advise you Sir to retrieve your self back from this Carnal Sacrilege Catch not at Herostratus his Fame by setting fire on the Temple and dispute not a share of Guilt with Lucifer in causing a second Fall of Angels Nay never start Sir not look about at the Expression For I perswade my self that those Divines who allot to each of us a Tutelar Angel for our Protection would not prejudice their Opinion should they leave her to her own Tuition as hardly knowing in such a Person how to distinguish between the Charge and the Guardian Sir I was entreated by our Noble Friend that what my Fancy suggested upon this Subject I would mould into Number but I must beg your pardon it being a Request with which to comply were to be your Fellow-criminal and by a Conformity of Guilt pervert a Votary For even my Muse is vow'd and vail'd too she is set apart for the Service of my Mistress and what is that but entring Orders in the true Religion The Truth is this she is so chastly confin'd to that sole Employment that should I in Verse attempt to yield you an account how much I honour you not a whole Grove of Laurel would bribe her to a Distich Whereas in Transitory Prose were I a Master of all those Languages which I make no question but you have gain'd by your Travels I should hold them all too few to give you sufficient Assurance that I am SIR Your most Faithful Servant J. C. The Piece of a Common-Place upon Romans the 4th Last Verse Who was delivered for our Offences and rose again for our Iustification THE Athenians had two sorts of Holy Mysteries two distinct times November and August for their Celebration But when King Demetrius desir'd to be admitted into their Fraternity and see both their Solemnities at once the People past a Decree that the Month March when the King requested it should be call'd November and after the Ceremonies due to that Month were finished it should be translated to August and so at the second return of this new Leapuyear they accomplished his Request Two greater Mysteries are the parts of my Text the Passion and the Resurrection several times appropriate for either Good Fryday as Easter But as the Athenian Decree made November and August meet in March so give me leave by a less Syncope of Time to contract Good Fryday and Easter both to a day as the Passion and Resurrection are both in my Text Who was delivered for our Offences c. And I may the rather link them both on a day because the Text is willing to admit some Resemblance The Evening and the Morning make the day saith the Holy Spirit the Method of my Text observes as much Here is the Evening the Passion when our Saviour strip'd himself of those Rags of Mortality and lay down in the Bed of Corruption where he stays not long but the Morning breaks in the Resurrection when this Corruptible shall put on Incorruption and this Mortal shall put on Immortality So then my Text is a Day from Sun to Sun Soles occidere redire possunt from the Sun-set of his Passion to the Sun-rise of his Resurrection The Dew of his Birth is as the Dew of the Morning There is a Morning-Dew and there is an Evening Dew the Evening Dew the Tears that are shed at the Sun's Funeral and they may justly decypher the Passion the Morning-Dew the Tears of Joy and Welcome at his new Return and what is that but a Transcript of the Resurrection My Discourse then must be changeable compos'd of a Cloud and a Rain-bow Nocte pluit tota A Deluge of Grief showers down in the Passion but the Waters will cease and the Dove will return with a Leaf in her mouth Redeunt Spectacula mane Nothing but Joy and Triumph Pomp and Pageants at the Resurrection But methinks St. Paul puts new Cloth into an old Garment mends the Rent of the Passion with the Resurrection Can the children of the Bride-chamber weep while the Bridegroom is with them While the Resurrection is in the Text who can tune his Soul to lament his Passion again by the Waters of Babylon is no singing the Songs of Sion When Grief hath lock'd up the Heart with the story of the Passion what Key of Mirth can let in the Anthem of the Resurrection Different Notes you see and yet wee 'l attempt an Harmony Bassus and Altus a Deep Base that must reach as low as Hell to describe the Passion and thence rebound to a joyful Altus the high-strain of the Resurrection I begin with the Evening and so I may well style the Passion since the Horrour thereof turn'd Noon into Night and made a Miracle maintain my Metaphor The Sun was obscur'd by Sympathy and his Darkness points us to a greater Eclipse The Sun and the Moon what are they but Parables of our Saviour and the Soul of Man The Moon is the Soul I am sure her Spots will not confute the Similitude I might here slacken the Reins of my Comparison and shew you how the Moon of her self is a dark Body and what Light she partakes she receives it from the Sun at second hand How every Soul is by Nature sinful and in the Shadow of Death till the Light that lightens the Gentiles till the day-spring on high visit us I might pursue my Allegory in the Eclipse The Shadow of the Earth intercepts the Beams of the Sun and so the Moon suffers an Eclipse Pleasure and Profit those two Dugs of the World what are they but Earthly shadows that Eclipse the Soul and deprive it of the sweet influence of the Sun of Righteousness But I hold me to the Metaphor my Téxt will warrant the Parallel As the Moon is Eclipsed by the Earth so she her self Eclipses the Sun The Soul is not only sinful but makes God suffer 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 is a Physick-word and signifies the Labour of a Disease Cure thy self and there will be no Eclipse in him Apply but Salve to thy self and thou 'lt heal the Wounds that thy Sins have made Passus est Deliquium propter Delicta nostra Deliquium and Delictum proceed both from a Root He had never been delivered unto Death but for the Goal-delivery of our Offences See the Difference betwixt God's and Man's Eclipse Man's sets God and
him at odds God's reconciles them The Moon when she is Eclipsed is always in Opposition with the Sun The Soul will sin though she be at Enmity with God for 't But the Sun when he is Eclipsed is always in Conjunction with the Moon God will be Friends with Man though he purchase the Union with his Passion and seal the Covenant with his own Blood But that all things which concern the Passion may be miraculous wee 'l proceed in Method and restrain that to Order and Distinction which put Nature out of Frame and threatned the World with Confusion Consider then my Text like the Veil of the Temple rent in â—…wain 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 and 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 He was delivered for our Offenâ—…es nay 't is rent from top to th' bottom the same parts will serve for the Resurrection He rose again for our Iustification And well may my Text be divided by the Temple since our Saviour shadowed both parts of it under that Notion I will destroy this Temple and within three days I will build it again And now I begin with Simon of Cyrene to bear his Cross and labour as he did under the burthen The Death of the Cross all the Languages upon it cannot express it But we see the Sun better by looking into the Waters than by affronting his Beams The only way to comprehend the Sufferings of our Creator is by feeling the Pulse of the Creature What shall I say to the Convulsion of the Rocks The Lapidary tells you how the Compassionate Turcoise confesseth the Sickness of his Wearer by changing colour The whole Rocks suffered with our Saviour they were cleft and shall not this rend our stony hearts O that Deucalion's Men were not now a Fable Caucasus is supple in comparison of our Breasts Marble can weep whilst we are Pumices Moses his Rod will sooner fetch a River out of a Rock than a Tear from a Rebellious Sinner The Earthquake is the next Miracle Tremble thou Earth at the presence of the Lord at the presence of the God of Iacob She tottered under the Burden of so great a Sin She had lost the Author of her being and so might well be struck with a dead Palsie 'T is a good Observation of Aristotle that among all the absurd Opinions of the old Philosophers who held the Soul to be Fire some Air some Water none ever had so gross a Soul as to conceive it to be Earth O that in this case we were Earthy-minded That we were affected with this Religious Palsie Then should we see that Motus Trepidationis the Motion of the Heavens as well as the Earth We must work out our Salvation with fear and trembling But the Earth hath quaked so long till it hath awakened the Dead nor is it a wonder that the Dead live when Life it self can dye Heaven descends into the Bowels of the Earth and to make up the Anagram the Graves open and the Dust ariseth Thus were all things shuffled and Nature rung the Bells backwards as if every Creature desir'd to bear the Burden of our Saviour's Elegy Attendite videte Behold and see if ever there was sorrow like unto my sorrow Cyrus to be reveng'd of a River cut it into so many Channels that it lost its Name This is the way to allay a Grief to divide it into so many streams to pour it into other Bosoms but even this is denied to our Saviour The Sons of Zebedee do not now petition to drink his Cup They would not now be one on his right hand another on his left no he is crucified betwixt two Thieves The Quality of his Companions augments his Misery He was born among Beasts and doth he not dye so too Man without Understanding is like unto a Beast that perisheth Betwixt two Thieves You see Vice to Vertue is two to one Vertue is in the Centre Vice in the Circumference vast is the Circuit Universus orbis the whole World lies in Wickedness whilst Vertue like the Centre is but an Imaginary Point Thieves and well too Barabbas was too good for him now mark but their Election Not him â—…ut Barabbas But methinks his Crown might command a Distance but 't is a Crown of Thorns And if you consider well the Troubles annexed to 〈◊〉 Crown it may seem a Tautology Every Crown â—…s a Crown of Thorns See here Cruelty Quarterâ—…ng her Arms with Division Pseudo-Philippus â—…hat Counterfeit of the Macedonian King when â—…e was taken by the Romans had so much honouâ—…able Calamity indulg'd unto him Quod de eo tanâ—…uam de vero Rege triumpharetur They Crown â—…im but 't is for Sacrifice They never acknowâ—…edge him King of the Jews till upon the Cross â—…hat so his Title might set off his Misery The Answer to the Newark-Summons BUT that it argues a greater Courage to pass the Test of a Temptation uncorrupted than â—…ith a timorous Vertue to decline the Trial so â—…alous is this Maiden Garrison of sullying her â—…oyalty that she had return'd your Summons â—…ithout perusal Which rebound of your Letâ—…r as it were a laudable Coyness to preserve her â—…tegrity so it is the most compendious Answer 〈◊〉 what you propound For I hope you intend it â—…ther as a Mode and Formality to preface your â—…sign than with expectation of an Issue sutable 〈◊〉 your Demands You cannot imagine this unâ—…nted Newark which hath so stoutly defended her Honour against several intended Rapes should be so degenerous from her Virgin Glory as to admit the Courtship of either your Rival Nations Having therefore received a Letter subscribed with Competition of both Kingdoms she wonders not at your busie endeavour to divert her Trent since the Thames and Tweed with equal Ambition would crowd into her Channel Which Letter since it proceeded from a Committee and was directed after the same Garb as to a Committee-Governour by putting the Gentlemen and Corporation in equal Commission though the joyning us together was with Intention to divide us I shall in satisfaction of yours unanimously desire you to reflect upon the King's Letter lately sent to both Houses of Parliament where in a full Complyance with all their Desires upon the softest Terms and gentlest Conditions that ever Prince propounded he offers to disband all his Forces and dismantle his Garrisons To what end then do you demand that of the Steward whereof the Lord and Master makes a voluntary Tender In vain 〈◊〉 you court the Inferiour Streams when the Spring-head prevents your expectation It is our Duty to trace his Commands not to outstrip them Sâ—… that if Honour and Conscience would permit thâ—… Delivery meer Manners would retard us lest bâ—… an over-reaching speed we frustrate his Majestyâ—… Act of Grace and antedate his Royal Disposaâ—… I shall wave the Arguments wherewith you endeâ—…vour to evince our Consent I am neither to 〈◊〉 stroak'd into an Apostacy by the mention of faiâ—… Conditions in a misty Notion Nor to be
Se-Cvre CHARLES ah forbear forbear lest Mortals prize His name too dearly and Idolatrize His Name Our Loss Thrice cursed and forlorn Be that Black Night which usher'd in this Morn CHARLES our Dread Soveraign hold lest Out-law'd Sense Bribe and seduce tame Reason to dispense With those Celestial powers and distrust Heav'n can behold such Treason and prove Just. CHARLES our Dread Soveraign's murther'd tremble and View what Convulsions shoulder-shake this Land Court City Country nay three Kingdoms run To their last Stage and set with him their Sun CHARLES our Dread Soveraign's murther'd at His Gate Fell fiends dire Hydra's of a stiff-neck'd State Strange Body-politick Whose Members spread And Monster-like swell bigger then their HEAD CHARLES of Great Britain He who was the known King of three Realms lies murther'd in his own He He Who liv'd and Faith's Defender stood Dy'd here to re-Baptize it in his bloud No more no more Fame's Trump shall eccho all The rest in dreadful Thunder Such a Fall Great Christendom ne'er pattern'd and 't was strange Earth's Center reel'd not at this dismal Change The blow struck Brittain blind each well-set Limb By dislocation was lopt off in HIM And though she yet live's she live's but to condole Three Bleeding Bodies left without a Soul Religion put 's on Black sad Loyalty Blushes and mourns to see bright Majesty Butchered by such Assassinates nay both 'Gainst God 'gainst Law Allegiance and their Oath Farewell sad Isle Farewell thy fatal Glory Is Sum'd Cast up and Cancell'd in this Story AN ELEGY Upon King CHARLES the First murthered publickly by his Subjects WEre not my Faith buoy'd up by sacred blood It might be drown'd in this prodigious flood Which Reasons highest ground do so exceed It leaves my Soul no Anch'rage but my Creed Where my Faith resting on th' Original Supports it self in this the Copies fall So while my Faith floats on that Bloody wood My Reason's cast away in this Red flood Which ne'er o'reflows us all Those Showers past Made but Land-floods which did some Vallies wast This stroke hath cut the only Neck of Land Which between us and this Red Sea did stand That covers now our World which Cursed lies At once with two of Egypts Prodigies O'er-cast with Darkness and with bloud o'er-run And justly since our hearts have theirs outdone Th'lnchanter led them to a less known ill To act his sin then 't was their King to kill Which Crime hath widowed our whole Nation Voided all Forms left but Privation In Church and State inverting ev'ry Right Brought in Hells State of fire without Light No wonder then if all good eyes look red Washing their Loyal hearts from blood so shed The which deserves each pore should turn an eye To weep out even a bloody Agoâ—…y Let nought then pass for Musick but sad Cries For Beauty bloudless Cheeks and blood-shot Eyes All Colours soil but black all Odours have Ill scent but Myrrh incens'd upon this Grave It notes a Iew not to believe us much The cleaner made by a religious Touch Of their Dead Body whom to judge to dye Seems the Judaical Impiety To kill the King the Spirit Legion paints His rage with Law the Temple and the Saints But the truth is He fear'd and did repine To be cast out and back into the Swine And the case holds in that the Spirit bends His malice in this Act against his ends For it is like the sooner he 'll be sent Out of that body He would still torment Let Christians then use otherwise this blood Detest the Act yet turn it to their good Thinking how like a King of Death He dies We easily may the World and Death despise Death had no Sting for him and its sharp Arm Only of all the Troop meant him no harm And so he look'd upon the Axe as one Weapon yet left to guard him to his Throne In His great Name then may His Subjects cry Death thou art swallowed up in Victory If this our loss a comfort can admit 'T is that his narrow'd Crown is grown unfit For his enlarged Head since his distress Had greatned this as it made that the less His Crown was fallen unto too low a thing For him who was become so great a King So the same hands enthron'd him in that Crown They had exalted from him not pull'd down And thus God's Truth by them hath rendred more Than ere Mens falshood promis'd to restore Which since by death alone he could attain Was yet exempt from Weakness and from Pain Death was enjoyn'd by God to touch a part Might make his Passage quick ne'er move his heart Which ev'n expiring was so far from death It seem'd but to command away his Breath And thus his Soul of this her Triumph proud Broke like a flash of Lightning through the Cloud Of Flesh and Blood and from the highest Line Of Humane Vertue pass'd to be Divine Nor is 't much less his Virtues to relate Than the high Glories of his present State Since both then pass all Acts but of Belief Silence may praise the one the other Grief And since upon the Diamond no less Than Diamonds will serve us to impress â—…'ll only wish that for his Elegy This our Iosias had a Ieremy AN ELEGY â—…n The best of Men The meekest of Martyrs CHARLES the I. c. DOes not the Sun call in his Light and Day Like a thin Exhalation melt away â—…oth wrapping up their Beams in Clouds to be Themselves close Mourners at the Obsequie â—…f this Great Monarch does his Royal Blood Which th' Earth late drunk in so profuse a Flood Not shoot through her affrightned Womb and makâ—… All her convulsed Arteries to shake So long till all those â—…hinges that sustain Like Nerves the frame of Nature shrink again Into a shuffled Chaos Does the Sun Not suck it from its liquid Mansion And Still it into vap'rous Clouds which may Themselves in hearded Meteors display Whose shaggy and disheveld Beams may be The Tapers at this black Solemnity You Seed of Marble in the Womb accurst Rock'd by some Storm or by some Tigress nurst Fed by some Plague which in blind mists was hurl'd To strew infection on the tainted World What Fury charm'd your hands to act a deed Tyrants to think on would not weep but bleed And Rocks by Instinct so resent this Fact They 'ld into Springs of easie tears be slack'd Say Sons of Tumult since you think it good Still to keep up the Trade and Bath in Bloud Your guilty hands why did you not then State Your Slaughters at some cheap and common rate Your gluttonous and lavish Blades might have Devoted Myriads to one publick Grave And lop'd off thousands of some base allay Whilst the same Sexton that inter'd their Clay In the same Urn their Names too might intomb But when on him you fixt your fatal Doom You gave a Blow to Nature since even all The Stock of Man now bleeds too in his
fall Could not Religion which you oft have made A specious gloss your black designs to shade Teach you that we come nearest Heaven when 〈◊〉 Are suppled into Acts of Clemency And copy out the Deity agen When we distill our Mercies upon Men But why do I deplore this ruin He Only shook off his frail Humanity And with such Calmness fell he seem'd to be Even less unmov'd and unconcern'd than we And forc'd us from our Throes of Grief to say We only dyed he only liv'd that Day So that his Tomb is now his Throne become T' invest him with the Crown of Martyrdom And Death the shade of Nature did not shrowd His Soul in Mists but its clear Beams uncloud That who a Star in our Meridian shone In Heaven might shine a Constellation Upon the Death of CHARLES the First GReat Good And Just Could I but rate My Griefs and thy too rigid Fate I 'd weep the world to such a strain As it should Deluge once again But since thy loud-tongu'd Blood demands supplies More from Briareus hands than Argus eyes I 'll sing thy Obsequies with Trumpet sounds And write thy Epitaph with Blood and Wounds MONTROSE Written with the Point of his Sword ADDITIONS The Publick Faith STand off my Masters 'T is your pence a piece Iason Medea and the golden Fleece What side the line good Sir Tygris or Po Lybia Iapan Whisk or Tradinktido St. Kits St. Omer or St. Margaret's Bay Presto begon or come aloft What way Doublets or Knap The Cog low Dice or high By all the hard names in the Litany Bell Book and Candle and the Pope's great Toe I conjure thy account Devil say no. Nay since I must untruss Gallants look too 't Keep your prodigious distance forty foot This is that Beast of Eyes in th' Revelations The Pasiâ—…isk has twisted up three Nations Ponteus Hixius Doxius full of Tricks The Lottery of the vulgar Lunaticks The Knap-Sack of the State the thing you wish Magog and Gog stew'd in a Chaffingdish A Bag of Spoons and Whistles wherein men May whistle when they see their Plate agen Thus far his Infancy His riper Age Requires a more mysterious folio Page Now that time speaks him perfect and 't is pity To dandle him longer in a close Committee The elf dares peep abroad the pretty fool Can wag without a truckling standing-stool Revenge his Mother's Infamy and swear He 's the fair Off-spring of one half-score year The Heir of the House and Hopes the cry And wonder of the People's Misery 'T is true while as a Puppy it could play For Thimbles any thing to pass the day But now the Cub can count arithmatize Clinck Masenello with the Duke of Guise Sign for an Irish Purchase and traduce The Synod from their Doctrine to their Use Give its Dam suck and a hidden way Drink up arrears a tergo mantica An Everlasting Bale Hell in Trunk-hose Uncased the Devil's Don Quixot in Prose The Beast and the false Prophet twin'd together The squint-ey'd Emblem of all sorts of Weather The refuse of that Chaos of the Earth Able to give the World a second Birth Africk avaunt Thy trifling Monsters glance But Sheeps-eyed to this Penal Ignorance That all the Prodigies brought forth before Are but Dame Natures blush left on the score This strings the Bakers dozen christens all The cross-leg'd hours of time since Adam's Fall The Publick Faith Why 't is a word of kin A Nephew that dares Cousin any sin A term of Art great Behemoth's younger Brother Old Machiavel and half a thousand other Which when subscrib'd writes Legion names on truss Abaddon Beelzebub and Incubus All the Vice-Roys of Darkness every Spell And Fiend wrap'd in a short Trissillable But I fore-stall the Show Enter and see Salute the Door your Exit shall be free In brief 't is called Religions Ease or Loss For no one 's suffered here to bear his Cross. A Lenten Litany Composed for a confiding Brother for the benefit and edification of the faithful Ones FRom Villany drest in the doublet of Zeal From three Kingdoms bak'd in one common-weâ—… From a gleek of Lord Keepers of one poor Seal Libera nos c. From a Chancery-Writ and a Whip and a Bell From a Justice of Peace that never could spell From Collonel 〈◊〉 and the Vicar of Hell Libera nos c. From Neat's feet without socks three penny Pyes From a new-sprung light that will put out ones eyes From Goldsmiths Hall the Devil and Excise Libera nos c. From two hours talk without one word of sense From Liberty still in the future tense From a Parliament long-wasted Conscience Libera nos c. From a Coppid Crown-Tenent prick'd up by a Brother â—…rom damnable Members and fits of the Mother â—…rom Ears like Oysters that grin at each other Libera nos c. â—…rom a Preacher in buff and a quarter staff-Steeple â—…rom th'unlimited Soveraign Power of the People â—…rom a Kingdom that crawls on its knees like a Creeple Libera nos c. From a Vinegar Priest on a Crab-tree stock From a foddering of Prayer four hours by the Clock From a Holy Sister with a pittiful Smock Libera nos c. From a hunger starv'd Sequestrators maw From Revelations and Visions that never man saw From Religion without either Gospel or Law Libera nos c. From the Nick and Froth of a Penny Pot-house From the Fiddle and Cross and a great Scotch Louse From Committees that chop up a man like a Mouse Libera nos c. From broken Shins and the Bloud of a Martyr From the Titles of Lords and Knights of the Garter From the Teeth of mad-dogs and a Countrymans quarter Libera nos c. From the Publick Faith and an Egg and Butter From the Irish Purchases and all their Clutter From Omega's Nose when he settles to sputter Libera nos c. From the Zeal of old Harry lock'd up with a Whore From waiting with plaints at the Parliament door From the Death of a King without why or wherefore Libera nos c. From the French Disease and the Puritan fry From such as ne'er swear but devoutly can lye From cutting of Capers full three story high Libera nos c. From painted Glass and Idolatrous Cringes From a Presbyters Oath that turns upon Hinges From Westminster Iews with Levitical Fringes Libera nos c. From all that is said and a thousand times more From a Saint and his Charity to the poor From the Plagues that are kept for a Rebel in store Libera nos c. The Second part THat if it please thee to assist Our Agitators and their List And Hemp them with a gentle twist Quaesumus te c. That it may please thee to suppose Our actions are as good as those That gull the People through the Nose Quaesumus te c. That it may please thee here to enter And fix the rumbling of our Center For we live all
greeteth well John Nameless and John the Miller and John Carter and biddeth them that they beware of Guile in Borough which Stow by a notable Mistake calls Gillinborough and stand together in Gods Name and biddeth Pierse Plowman go to his Work and chastise Hob the Robber and take with you John Trewman and all his Fellows and no moe John the Miller that yground smal smal smal The King's Sonne of Heaven shall pay for all Beware or ye be woe Know your Friend from your Foe Have ynough and say hoe And do well and better and flee Sinne and seek Peace and hold therein And so biddeth John Trewman and all his Fellows A List of Sanctity does well in these Cases but his seeking of Peace chastising the Robber and fleeing of Sinne I must leave as mystical This shews the Industry Carefulness and Vigilancy of the Prophet in his Preparations and his Willingness to hurt He disperseth other Letters of this kind in one he chargeth all Men in the Name of the Trinity c. to stand Manlike together and help Truth now we have Truth to our Peace and Truth shall help them in his Rags of Verses for a Rhimer he would be he is as earnest for Truth They begin Iack Trewman doth you to understand That Falsness and Guile hath reigned too long And Truth hath been set under a Lock And Falsness reigneth in every Flock No Man may come truth to But he must sing si dedero Many Remonstrances and Declarations flew abroad from him The Kentishmen seasoned by this Priest or Prophet of the Idol are easily tempted by the Essexians to associate in the Undertakings and share in the Honour of gaining Liberty precious Liberty for the People and taking away the evil Customs of the Kingdom which is the Glorious Title of the Tumult This was no more says the Monk than the Kentishmen had long wished for They are quickly ready and by the Arts used by those of Essex put all the Country into a Combustion That they may not appear with too much Horror at the first Sight they would seem to pretend to an Outside Piety they account so they tell the Kingdom and the World the professing of any thing in the sight of God the strongest Obligation that any Christian and the most solemn publick Faith that any such State as a Common-wealth can give In all Humility and Reverence they contrive a Sacred Vow and Covenant They fasten the knot of their Holy League with National Covenants and Oaths which themselves will first break than which there can be no stronger tie Religion consists in Faith he who loses his Faith hath lost himself Oaths contrary to their sworn Allegiance and former Oaths which is a most absurd Impiety here God must be called upon to help and witness the Perfidiousness Oaths use to end so help me God He who performs not his Oath directly and plainly renounces God and all that is Sacred and Divine To swear to Day against what we were sworn to yesterday must be strange amongst Christians these Impieties being once allowed there can be neither Peace Society nor Government amongst Men safe and unindangered The Ways leading to Canterbury are beset the Pilgrims swarming thither according to the Superstition of those Ages are seized and forced to swear with these extraordinary Workers To keep Faith to King Richard whose most faithful Servants most humble and Loyal Subjects they profess themselves to be and the Commons according to their Power and Vocation To accept no King called Iohn a Vanity thrown in for Duke Iohn of Lancasters Sake the Kings Uncle and neglected by the Norfolk Reformers who advanced King Iohn Litstere to the Soveraignty To be ready upon Summons to assist the Commons the great Wheel of the New State for whom this Oath was given and to be principally respected by it To induce their Friends and Allies to hold with them and to allow no Tax but the Fifteenth which say they falsly was the only Tax their Forefathers ever heard of or submitted to How Sacred in all the Parts this â—…th will be with them which never was to be intended more than temporary will soon be discovered Diversity of Words cannot change the Nature of things Their first March is to Canterbury where they visit Thomas of Canterbury who lived and dyed a Rebel to his Prince and to use the Words of Rogerus a Norman in Caesarius the Monk deserved Death and Damnation for this Contumacy against his King the Minister of God a fit Saint for such Votaries their Kindness was not much they spoil his Church break up the Bishops Chamber and make a Prey of all they find protest the Bishop shall give them an Account of the Profits of his Chancery and here they begin their Audit Thus we see our New Reformers are entred but Sacriledge ushers them in they break open the Prisons and free the Saint in Bonds Baal when they had done what they came for the Citizens who had entertain'd them willingly leave their Houses to keep them Company a Council is called to resolve upon what Ground the next Storm should pour down London ever false to the Prince The Wood which no doubt would lodge the Wolves is set by their Orders Tyler the Idol who knew his Reign would last no longer than while these Men continued mad thought this the only place likely to keep them so London too was the fairest Mark and besides the Clowns were assured of a Welcome upon a private Invitation from some of the Citizens whose Ancestors and Predecessors in all Ages in the Tumults of the Confessor S. Edwards Reign in all the Barons Wars since have gained the Renown to be Lovers of Reformation otherwise pure Rebellion Enemies to Courtiers and Malignants Enemies to the Enemies of their dear Liberties which yet sometimes they pursue with too much Heat and blind Zeal sometimes to their Cost and Repentance mistaking every where both Notions and Things the Bridles which they without Fear or Wit provide for their Kings being often thrust into their own Mouths by the New Riders which themselves lift into the Saddle while they grown sober Mules dare neither kick nor fling Behold the common People says the Knight when they be up against their Prince and especially in England among them there is no Remedy for they are the perillousest People of the World and most outrageous if they be up and specially the Londoners says the Monk the Londoners never want Fury if they be not kept in if License or Infolence be permitted them The Princess Dowager of the incomparable Edward the black Prince Mother of the young King then at Canterbury hardly escapes these Savages who rudely assault her Chair and put her and her Ladies in no small Fear of â—…lany to be done to their Persons This Princess was so willing to be out of their reach that notwithstanding she was very fat and unwieldy she got to London in
Intrusion and of the Violence upon which he began To fill up their tattered Regiments their Fellow Leaguers or Covenanters of Barnet Luton Watford and the Towns round enter St. Albans of the same Sacrilegious Affection to the Abby In all these Conspiracies the Church was the main Mark aimed at about the Carcases of the Cathedrals and Abbys they were now nothing else did these Vultures gather In the same Conjuncture of times enters Richard Wallingford Head-borough or Constable of the place who tarried at London for the Kings Letter of Manumission and Pardon which Greyndcob had been so earnest for bearing the Kings Banner or Pennon of the Arms of St. George being the red Cross before him according to the Fashion of the Clowns of London The Commons hearing of his coming pour themselves out in Heaps to meet him He alights strikes the Penon into the Earth and bids them keep close and encircle it like a Standard He intreats them to continue about it and expect his Return and the Lieutenants who were resolved with all Speed to treat with the Abbot and would suddenly bring them an Answer to their Propositions Which said he and they enter the Church and send for the Abbot to appear before them and answer the Commons only Sacred then and to whom all Knees were to bow The Abbot was at first resolute to dye for the Liberty of his Church a pious Gallantry which will be admirable but overcome with the Prayers of his Monks who told him as things stood his Death could advantage nothing that these stinking Knaves these Hell-hounds were determined to murder the Monks and burn the Monastery if they had the Repulse and that there was no Way of Safety but to fall down before these Baals he yields After he was come to the Church and a short Salutation past Wallingford reaches out to him the Kings Letter or Writ as Walsiâ—…gham calls it in these Words as I have rendred them out of the barbarous French of that Age. BEloved in God At the Petition of our loved Lieges of the Town of St. Albans we will and command you That certain Charters being in your Custody made by our Progenitor King Henry to the Burgesses and good People of the said Town of Commune of Pasture and Fishing and of certain other Commodities expressed in the said Charters in what they say you doe as Law and Reason requires So that they may not have have any Matter to complain to us for that Cause Given under our Signet at London the 15th Day of June the fourth year of our Reign Here certainly again is a Mistake of the Day for till Friday the 16th of Iune the Clowns of Saint Albans as is observed stirred not Thus is the King forced to be the Author of other Mens Injustice to consent to those Insolences and Wrongs which must undoe all those who are Faithful to him to please a base Rabble engaged to turn in the end their destroying Hands upon himself and his Royal Family the Abbot receives the Letter with due Reverence and reads it Then thinking to work upon the Consciences of these Hell-hounds he begins a Discourse of Law Reason Equity and Justice Law and Reason were the Princely Bounds betwixt which the Kings Commands ran He tells them whatsoever was demanded by them had been long agoe determined in the Courts of Justice by the publick Judges Persons knowing and honourable sworn to do equal Right That the Records were kept amongst the Kings Rolls at Westminster whence he inferred That according to the Laws anciently in Use they had neither Right nor Claim left He adds the Usurpation upon anothers Propriety is Tyranny in the Abstract it is the greatest Injustice The very Heathens will have it unnatural to enrich our selves to make our Advantage from Spoil and Robbery but Force is odious to God and Man that aggravates the Sin Violence is a more heinous Crime than Theft This was ridiculous Wisdom considering who they were the good Abbot spake to he had forgot perhaps how Antigonus armed to invade and seize the Cities and Countries of other Princes laughed at the serious grave Folly of one who presented him with a Tractate of Justice Wallingford with his Hand upon his Sword takes him off pertinently as reflecting upon the Manners of Men whose Treasons prosper and Practise of the times in which now Men did not advance themselves by Vertue by Learning by Justice or Valour but by Murder and Robbery My Lord says he every Story is not true because it is eloquently told you endeavour here to inveigle and deceive us in a long Discourse of Equity of Law and Justice we come not hither for Words but Things we pretend not to refute your Reasons which are but unjust Defences of your Oppression but cunning Subtilties but Colours to paint o'er the Wrongs you do us nor can we the Rudeness of our Education must disable us for this part we have been born and bred under your Dominion Slaves and Villains to you under a Dominion so unmanly cruel you have always kept us deprived not only of all Means of Learning or Knowledge but would willingly have taken away our very Reason and common Understanding that we might groan under our Miseries with the feeling of Beasts but be Masters neither of Sense nor Language for a Complaint It is time now that we of the Commonalty as you call and range us should take our Turn of Command however of Liberty Nor is this to be wondered at if you consider our Strength and the Happiness of the new Model the Eminency of the Commons is visible to every Eye theirs is the present theirs is the Supreme Power We are armed and we will not think of the Laws nor regard them they only submit to Laws who want Power to help themselves Besides these Laws you tell us of are but the Will of our Enemies in Form and Rule they were made by them they favour them and our Captain General Tyler who has conquered a sad unhappy Word where it is used of one part of a Nation against another and of Benjamin against Israel by the worst and least against the better and greater the Makers of them the Law-givers was so become above the Laws themselves your Reasons when these Laws were backed with Force when your King could protect you before our Success might have served well enough now we expect them not nor will we accept them He concludes in Perswasion not to exasperate the Godly Party the Righteous Commons who says he will not be appeased will not give over nor lay down Arms till they be Masters of their Desires The Abbot entring into a new Speech is again stopped and told the Thousand before the Doors of his Monastery sent for him not to parly but consent which they look he should be sudden in if not we says Wallingford the Lieutenants chosen by the Captain Representatives of the People will deliver up and