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A62419	A collection of 86 loyal poems all of them written upon the two late plots viz, the horrid Salamanca plot in 1687, and the present fanatical conspiracy in 1683 : to which is added, advice to the carver : written on the death of the late L. Stafford : with several poems on their majesties coronation, never before published / collected by N.T.	Thompson, Nathaniel, d. 1687.	1685 (1685)	Wing T1005; ESTC R19822	155,892	404

When they can Save and yet you see How Blood of Innocents we Spill 18. The Law condemns a Priest to die But Supream Law commands them no That for their Lives they must not flie One of the two they must forego 19. Our Faith in many points agree Our Birthrights we may claim of old What is it then to any he If ancient Verity I hold 20. Likely you Err for upward look What ages past believ'd do I And nearer to the Spring the Brook Far distant doth in Puddles die If at the Fount I Drink or Wash The Christal Spring hath us'd no dash 21. Hath Charity deserv'd to Die Our Saviour Suffered for that We sometimes kill an Enemy Not murther Friends for none knows what 22. Our Laws receive their force from Power And the Offenders forfeit Life Here 't is where Law doth Law devour And why such Law would end the Strife 23. Men long in Peace deserving well From King and Country now surpriz'd And charg'd with Crimes no age can tell But those who have this Plot devis'd 24. Now worthy Scrogs your Brethren too Unbyass'd let your Judgements fall We dare the World what they can do May we have Justice when we call 25. Oh! Cleaveland hadst thou liv'd this age Thou couldst not Write unless to Lie For none but Devils tread our Stage Where speaking Truth you surely Die For publick Good or Popery 26. A King to Govern or else none A Linsey woolsey Government 'T is Rabble Property they own And say 't is Law or so 't is meant 27. They stalk with one ambitions Fool Affecting Popularity Make use of Him as a Close-stool First fill Him up then throw Him by 28. The Monster Mobile then Roars Prepar'd by th' Mountebank of State We 'll have no Fools nor Sons of Whores A Common wealth shall end their Date 29 Nor King nor Parliament nor Laws Kill all pretenders to the Crown Nor Lords nor Bishop those Py'd Daws With all adherents shall go down 30. Then up go we we 'll share the Land Too long they have usurp'd our Right And now by turns we 'll all command And shew the World our last New Light 31. Are we not good as Fisher-men Our Hogan-Mogan Neighbours now They were call'd Traytors and what then Their King that was now does them allow 32. They did Reform it thriv'd so good God did intend what they should be They were inforc'd to let some Blood As We to purge Idolatry 33. Your Elders Laws have that vast scope Preliminary to all Power Each in his Parish would be Pope Like Baal's Priests all things devour 34. These are your Saintships Rules of State And Lueifer hath Lectur'd you All above you ye Deadly hate And would not God should have his due 35. Must still the Van Religion Led on by Lies and false pretence Bring up the Rear Rebellion And blind your Reason without Sense 36. Set up an Idol-Parliament Which with false Worship men adore As if Religion were now meant The House of Commons Common-Whore 37. The slights of Hocus not so plain Though Cheats our sight yet none believe But Hocus still he doth remain Through fine Conveyance in his Sleeve 38. Thus Captain Satan leads you on Your Pride and Malice makes you Swell Then Captain leaves ye all alone You 'l find the way your selves to Hell 39. Damn'd Hypocrites Rebellious Race In Power Impudent and Bold Pale Whining Cowards Face to Face Your Good and Hopes lyes in your Gold 40. Short-sighted Fools can your base Coin Corrupt that God who Kings protects Or suffer you to break that Line Which he hath made and still directs 41. 'T is not to cast down Popery But by your counterfeited Zeal To raise New-Englands Anarchy Devolving to a Commonweal 42. Too long on Caterpillers I Digression make but now to Men Whose Honour in Antiquity Deserves to be reviv'd again 43. Religion early there embrac'd By Race of Kings Christians bold Brave men at Arms and not debas'd And now this Age revives the Old 44 Now Sweet blows the Northern Air Dispelling Mists and no Clouds there The Rebel Covenant washed fair No thoughts against an apparent Heir 45. Brave Scots go on a Braver man Ne're wanted yet Protection Than our Great Duke of York what can But This merit Oblivion All that is past of Guilty Fact Lies buried here in this one Act. 46. None live Unblemish'd or who not deceiv'd Who ever Trusts unhappily May err If none must be believ'd We must forsake Society 47. Frailties to all men are allow'd We Plume not here on Angels Wings The weak or fearful in a Cloud Cannot distinguish best of Things 48. Repentance wipes out blackest Spots If ye relapse y' are sick to death Be henceforth call'd the Convert-Scots This Covenant sign now with your Breath 49. A Glorious occasion now Courts ye with opportunity Let after-ages say of You When all men fail'd us You stood by 50. Your King your Country all their Friends Now need your Duty and your Love Bravely appear and make amends Let 's Hand in Hand together move 51. Down with your Kirk-Roost Curb them so They cannot hurt take Sword in Hand Defend your King from In-bred Foe And York conduct you in Command 52. The Law of Nature binds Mankind And that Religion is so true To give and take with equal mind To God and Caesar what is due 53. Rouse then Brave men let the World see What you dare do for Royal Blood Your Lives and Country are not free ' Less you maintain Monarchy Good 54. But if ye fail all Good mens Curse On you and your Posterity May ye be Slaves and what is worse Beg Bread of your Presbytery A Postscript upon the D. of York's Return to Scotland NOw York again Shines in our Sphere A constant Day-light true born Son Which doth forebode a Happy Year Now finish what you have begun 2. If your wild Spirit is possest With Hellish Principles Rebel And against Legal Power protest Send them the shortest way to Hell 3. For speedy Justice in a Storm And Mutiny more Souls doth Save Then slow Proceeding by Laws Form Lost time a Master 's made a Slave 4. Examples made to terrifie Makes men consider what they do where no Reprieve is but must Die Men are unapt t' engage that Foe 5. Let your Great Council make an Act And by that Act all Subjects Bind To take an Oath or else be Rackt Till the Succession they have Sign'd 6. Our Lofty Shrubs rais'd by the King That on his Seat Justice Out-face Must tumble down that no such thing Be ever nam'd but with Disgrace 7. Ingrateful Brutes baser than Slaves The fallen Angels is your sin Who for your Makers do dig Graves But in those Pits your selves fall in 8. Foolish Achitophels his Fate Follows your Steps and you must Die For the same Cause and at the Gate Where Treason 's joyn'd with Perjury 9. The Protestant Religion Is the false cry and common

you curs'd Associates Thought your selves strong enough against the Fates But Providence appears the Fiends throw down And once again the Royal Ooak does Crown How Guilt doth tremble now How hide and flie The Innocents stood still un-call'd to die Down with your Pillar there in Rubbish lie The Pyramid of Truth 's above the Skie The Sacred Monuments of Wise and Good Are wash'd away from hence like Noah's Flood But true Tradition shall never die But Blooming still to all Eternity Let all our Prayers incens'd by true Zeal Defend us from Fanatick Commonweal Devils believe and when compell'd confess Yet Devils still Our Criminals no less Not like true Penitents confess all sin They hide the worst the Devil 's still within What the Scotch-Whig dares not these Rebels do Both Will and Act into Damnation go Whilst we with Prayers Offerings of Praise Send our Thanksgivings up for these past days Our days were almost spent one minute more Had made Three Kingd like a Common-Shore Run down with Royal Blood of Purple Gore Infinite mercy wonderfully shown Preserve the Royal Blood upon the Throne And that we may have Blessings when we sing Glory to GOD Peace Health unto the King Poems written by the Right Honourable Henry Lord Arundel of Warder and Count of the sacred Roman Empire whilst Prisoner in the Tower I. A Valediction to the WORLD HEnce all ye Visions of the Worlds delight You treach'rous Dreams of our deluded Passion too long hath seiz'd on Reasons Right sence And play'd the Tyrant in her own defence Her flatt'ring Fancies hurri'd me about To seek content which I could ne'er find out If any pleasure did slide o'er my sence It left a mark of shame when it went thence And when possest it relished no more And I remain'd as Thirsty as before Those pleasant Charms that did my heart seduce Seem'd great pursu'd but less'ned in the Use And that false Flame that kindled my Desire E'er I could Taste the Pleasure did expire But Reason now shall re-possess her Throne And Grace restore what Nature had o'erthrown My Better Genius prompts me to declare Against those Follies and to side with Her She tells me 't is high time to stemm that Tide Whose Torrent doth us from our selves divide Those Brutal Passions do un-man our Mind And rule where Virtue had them Slaves design'd Such Usurpation shall prevail no more I will to Reason her just Rights restore And make my Rebel Heart that Duty pay To Her which to my Sence was cast away But this dear Lord must be Thy work not mine Thy Grace must finish what I but design It is Thy Pow'r alone that first doth Move Then give Us Strength to Execute and Love For Nature hath by Custom so prevail'd And such Dominion o'er our Sence entail'd That we can never hope but by Thy Hand To free our Captive Souls from her Command That fatal Liberty which for our Good Thou gav'st us was ill us'd worse understood Men made by Reason not like Beasts t' obey Losing that Reason prove more Beasts than they And sure they lose it when they do dispence With their known Duty to delight the Sence Since then thy Bounty doth my Heart inspire Make me to Do as well as to Desire Set so my warring Heart from Passions free That it may ne'er love any thing but Thee By thy sweet force my Stubborn heart incline To quit my Conduct and to follow Thine So shall my Soul by double Conquest prove Bought by thy Blood and conquer'd by thy Love II. Persecution no Loss WHat can we lose for him when all we have Are but the Favours which his Bounty gave And which when Losses force us to restore God only takes 'em for to give us more And by an happy Change doth kindly prove He takes our Fortunes but to give us Love How vainly should that Beggar chide his Fate Who quits his Dung-hill for a Chair of State So fares it with us when God doth displace The Gifts of Fortune for the Gifts of Grace God on Sufferings set so high Esteem He that way chose the lost World to Redeem And when his Love and Nature were at strife He valu'd more his Sufferings than his Life And shall Opinion have more pow'r to move Than his Example Doctrine or his Love Love makes Afflictions pleasing to complain Lessens our Merit and augments the Pain Let 's humbly then submit to his Design And give that freely which we must resign So shall our Losses prove the best Increase Of future Glory and our present Peace Which grant for thy ●assion III. On those Words of the Psalm God chasti●eth whom he loveth IF then the Earnest of thy Favours be Afflictions good God let 'em light on me I ll glory more in such a kind Distress Than in all Comforts where thy Love is less And by my Misery I 'll make it known In spite o' th World how much I am Thy own No fruitful Showr's shall by the thirsting Plant Be kindlier entertain'd than Scorn and Want Or Loss of Honour Fortune or Delight Shall be by me That which did once affright And fill'd my troubled Mind with Care and Grief Shall be my future Comfort and Relief I never more will court a smiling Fate Since he 's so happy that is desolate Afflictions shall be pleasing since they come Like friendly show'rs to send us sooner home And by thy love such Charms are in 'em found As cure the Heart which they intend to wound Such strange Effects doth Grace in us produce To change as well their Nature as their Use IV. Considerations before the Crucifix WHen I behold Thee on that Fatal Tree Sweet Jesu Suffering and that 't is for me When I consider in that Purple Flood My Sins ebb out but with thy Life and Blood When I reflect how dear my Soul hath cost I 'm mov'd to wish it rather had been lost For how can that Life please that doth destroy The Life of him by whom we Life enjoy And yet to wish thou hadst not suffer'd so Were to condemn thy Love and Wisdom too For if we joy in what thy Death hath brought We must allow the pains with which 't was bought So both our Life and Death unitedly Nature's Life is to have her Maker die It is thy will dear Lord must be obey'd And in that Duty both these Debts are payd O let my Soul in a due measure find A Joy becoming and a mourning Mind A Joy in thy kind Will ev'n whilst it made Sun-shine in Nature by thy God-head's shade A grief to see the Torments Sin did merit And Man deserv'd God should himself inherit That thus divided 'twixt thy Pain and Will We may resign with Joy and yet grieve still Uniting so these Trophies of thy Love That weeping here we may rejoyce above V. Vpon the Pains of Hell O Restless Groans O sloathful Tears O vain Desires of fruitless Tears One timely Sigh had eas'd that