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A79264	Englands sad posture; or, A true description of the present estate of poore distressed England, and of the lamentable condition of these distracted times, since the beginning of this civill, and unnaturall warr. / presented to the Right Honourable, pious and valiant, Edward, Earle of Manchester.	Calver, Edward, fl. 1649.; Manchester, Edward Montagu, Earl of, 1602-1671.	1644 (1644)	Wing C315; ESTC R170351	22,334	53

Lord judg between us we are but the seed This land hath long sowen and still sowes indeed Shall we be blam'd then as in all the fault Lord this shewes plainly England still doth hault Nay Lord this Kingdome deales with the as ill Thou long hast tild it but t is barren still Or rather more unnaturall and grosse Thou sowst good seed but it doth bring forth drosse Canst thou then canst thou be indulgent yet To such a land too as doth all forget Under thy mercies fruitlesse and ungrate Under thy judgments but equivocate The Epigram Sin wounded England let us see our shame Wounded deep wounded but who did the same Who were the bloody authors of this deed Here here we quarrell here we cannot read Surely not any can this blame refuse But yet we one another doe accuse Some few indeed confesse it was our sin But few or none will see our selves therein Oh foolish England can we we feel it smart And can confesse too t is our due desert Yea beg for ease would faine have healing wrought Yet will will not lay the plaister where it ought We would have ease and peace but will not see Our hearts within us out of order bee And they 're the wounds which must be search'd before We can expect the healing of our fore Gods Anger smoaking England thou hast held such tidings vaine As told thy sinns did at my throwne complaine But now thou seest they have assum'd that place Yea dare accuse thee to thy very face Could not my mercies melt thee into teares Nor yet my threatning sink into thy eares Nor ought awake the till thou heardst the drum Which beats thy executioner is come Nay yet thou dost not as thou shouldst doe quake Thou dost but slumber art not yet awake But under such a letergie dost lie That it is justice thou shouldst sleeping die Art still unfruitfull underneath my word Art still unhumbled nuderneath my sword Art still revolting England then I must Be still in judgments or I were unjust The Epigram Iust God and powerfull gracious too with all Or else weak mankinds comfort were but small Were not thy justice and thy strength at one With thy compassions Mankind were undone But Lord thou gracious simpothy sing hast Thy justice of thy mercies hath a tast And justice doubtlesse never is prevailing But mercy stands by at the least bewailing Then drowsie drowsie England are we sleeping When mercy for us stands by justice weeping Can we be carelesse tearelesse here below When heav'ns do thus bewaile our overthrow But gracious Father whiles thy wrath is burning Sith thus thy mercies over us are yerning Mercy and justice doth in thee combine Oh! let thy mercies in thy justice shine The Sword proceeding England as I have licence from thy God And as thy King commands me as his tod So I have likewise a commission sent For my assistance from your Parliament They writ unto me they are sore distrest And that thou England are so much oprest That if I be not speedily persuing To thy assistance all will come to ruine Your goods your lands your liberries your King Nay your Religion a most pretious thing Are all in danger ready to be lost Or into gulfes of deep confusion tost England thou wilt not blame me then I hope When I am drawn forth by this threefold rope Canst thou account that ill done at my hands Which God and King and Parliament commands The Epigram Sword thy Commission it is large indeed Needs must thou wound and needs must England Our God our King our Parliament commanding Alasse poore England what can be withstanding England our sinns have forc'd our God to wrath Our God he drawne his sword of vengeance hath His sword is falln into our Soveraigns hand Yea meets moreover with a third command England then let us let us see our thrall Our sinns are the Originall of all Our sins have made our God to wrath inclin'd And God hath all our miseries injoyn'd Let us no longer then such shifts invent To charge our King or blame our Parliament But let us wisely lay the blame on those Our deadly sinns the cause of all our woes Our Kingdom bleeding Alasse I bleed but bleeding doth no good Because I doe not bleed in teares but blood Yet I must bleed the wounds are made so deep And teares denyd me J in blood must weep VVell may I bleed although I bleed in vaine To see so many valiant souldiers slain To see my lawes and freedoms at this strait To see and feel my dangers at this height Nay more my King distressed by betraying His subjects fore distracted in obeying Yea those his subjects which I finde most loyall Proclaimed Rebells under the name Royall Besides Religion that doth lye at stake Must I not bleed to see Religion shake Dear true Religion without which no doubt My dearest blood had long ere now run out The Epigram The tender grape which without pressing flowes Is like the child obeying without blowes But England this thy bleeding for thy sin Cannot commend thee having forced bin Commend thee no but yet it mend the might Couldst thou at length yet make use of it right The blood of children which the rod doth draw Makes some for ever stand the more in awe Bleeding sometimes doth life it selfe preserve In some diseases nothing else will serve He is most skillfull that thy vaines hath strook And in thy bleeding doth for healing look Then doubtlesse till he who hath let thee blood Doth see thy bleeding doth doe thee some good He will not stanch it England then take heed Thou must grow better or else dying bleed Our King turmoyling Distressed Charles can any heart conceit A King can rest and pent in such a strait Our rights our Realms our subjects Crown and all Some mourne some torne some totter like to fall But that which most our Royall heart doth break Is that our subjects should us so mistake As to imagine we have an intent To change Religion which we never ment Cannot the word be taken of our grace Nor Protestations of a King take place Hard hearted people or with lyes possest To be thus doubtfull where we faithfull rest But know sond subjects they that doe perswade That we regard not such a promise made Doe but possesse you with deceits unknon So to erect some project of their owne The Epigram Dread Soveraign when the Sunns Eclipsd we know The world doth suffer darknesse comes below Can then you suffer Englands Sun and we Your filly subjects not distracted be Great King we cannot nay beleeve that those VVhom you misguided doe misse-judg your foes More sorrow for you reckon you more deare And pray more for you then some draws more near Only deare soveraigne that which is your care That is indeed your loyall subjects feare Change of Religion only this then see Are those most Rebells that thus carefull be Oh that your highnesse could this cloud

dispell Indeed your greatnesse hath protested well But men Religious do so deeply groan That some suspect you bear not rule alone Our Parliament toyling Oh froward people or unhappie we That from you can thus ill rewarded be We seek your safty as our soules to save And yet some murmur some mistrust some rave And dare accuse us as the cause of all These warrs these judgments death and thrall For had we say they curb'd Ambitious will These hidious warrs had long ere now been still But how soever thus your spleen to vent You dare to utter what we never ment Yet God our conscience and good christians know You pay us hatred for the love you owe Which God we trust will make ere long be seen But in the meane time though you vent your spleen It shall not dant us in our charge in trust Having such witnesse that our cause is just The Epigram Most Noble Champions valiant Captaines sure Who in such onsets thus resolv'd indure Who would not freely venture on that side Where the Commanders are thus faithfull try'd Could the reproaches of malignant spight Could multitudes against a few to fight Threats smiles or losses have your minds perverted You had like some this case ere now deserted But none of these nor ought that might resist Could either draw or drive you to desist Or yeeld to such conditions as you thought Would by such yeelding be too decrely bought But some dare say you fight against your King But J dare say then you lament the thing But can they justly say so in this case When you fight for him to redeeme his grace Religion Shaking Oh! England England wilt thou let me goe Canst thou be blinded in thy jugdment soe Let me alasse instead of all remorse Thou art in Armes to drive me out by force Thou hast already into corners pent me As if thou hast a full commission sent thee From some infernall powers would domineer To worke my utter extirpation heer But England England ope thy eies more wide I may have worth thou hast not yet descry'd Thy God is with me I am his he mine Where I goe he goes we in one doe joyne Wilt thou then England drive me out indeed Because that Hell or Rome hath so decreed When my departure shall thy selfe betray And drive besides thy God of peace away The Epigram Deare deare Religion from whose breasts indeed We draw the milke which succours most at need Succours in want in war in sicknesse thrall In death in judgment succours soule and all Can we that have so many yeares been nourish'd And in thy Armes so tenderly been cherish'd Prove now abortives bastard like or worse And seek to bannish such a tender nurse England then England this no doubt hath bin A mightie aggravation of thy sin That this true Mother many yeares unknowne Hath suckled Infants which were not her owne Were we not false borne or begot indeed But of this Mother true descended seed Could we become so cruell as to see Our Mother bannish'd sure it could not be Our Lawes now quaking Sure we must perish more then suffer now What else in reason can you hence allow When such as on our safetie should agree Betwixt themselves now at most discord bee Those fountains where we had our issues granted Are now so seald up nothing can be vented Or if some little courrents breake away They run too weakly to beare wonted sway Oh then you Fountaines where should we have vent Give us more vigor by your joynt consent For if you keep us thus confind confusion Is likely to be our and your conclusion But this were dreadfull you that are the eie To see all order'd under lock and key And we your keepers to make all things fast Should through confusion loose our selves at last The Epigram You lawes thus quaking which decyphers sure You have been faulty how can you endure To see your chang now and within the same The heavie charge is laid unto your shame It is reported you have winckd at sin And in your judgment oft corrupted bin That gold hath been so pretious in your fight That judgment dazel'd where it glister'd bright That poore mens cases could not please your care Because your wisdoms did their purses feare That either favour fees or force thereby Hath made you constant in inconstancy Nay t is reported you have banishd some And courted more because precise become Then in your conscience you must needs confesse T is time in conscience you should have redresse Delinquents Plotting Up Noble spirits let us now be stirring Let us not venture all yet by demurring But let us strike now whiles the iron 's hot For now or never must the day be got Our force increaseth and doth still prevaile Our foes grow weaker and doe daily faile We have already such on un-set given then As hath you see it into corners driven them Indeed they dote of comfort in the Scots But we we feare not shall prevent their plots And if they faile them as they doe begin They will grow quickly miserable men The Scots have promisd toprevent this thing That they will never goe against their King But though some few may this their faith deny The greater part may put the lesser by The Epigram Hold hold Delinquents boast not you too fast You doe conclude as if all feare were past And you already had the day no lesse Delinquents use not to have such successe But to speake truly as indeed you ought What you have gaind yet is but dearly bought And though of conquest you can boast it out To gull the simple it is yet in doubt Nay whatsoever you have others shown You yet have no accquitance of your own But guiltie doe as Iudas did in this Betray your Master with a deadly kisse And for the Scots of whom you dare to vant As if they did a Christian feeling want They to their Soveraign will be true we know Yet not adhear unto Delinquents though The Papist plotting Come Christian Catholikes our case is good And many yeares yea hundred yeares hath stood And still shall stand indeed how should it fall Built on a Rock as Christ did Peter call And though this land this fatall land of late Hath curbd our case and us by act of state Yet both the first and most of Englands Kings Have shrouded under our Religions wings And for the present though we dare not say Our King is for us yet our Queen we may And though she seeks not to usurp his Crowne Yet where she smiles we trust he will not frowne Deare Queens of England you have shown good will Except some few to our Religion still And sure her Highnesse who doth meetly sen So neer His grace wil not our case forget The Epigram Oh! Royall Mary one of Englands pearles And set within the signet of our Charles Yea sealed in the center of His heart Though you possesse it doe not

your care in this Be so precise then and now so remisse My Father did but once offend at first And was for ever sentenced accurst But cockerd mankind disoebyes you still And yet is favour'd sufferd in his ill Looke downe on England on that divine Eden See how it surfets on the fruit forbidden Nay with my Father it aspires the Crowne Whereon he dored oh then cast it downe The Epigram Sin thou hast surely drawne thy picture well And justly claim'st thy pedigree from Hell Thou and the Divell are so neere allyd That where thou actest he doth cheifely guide Satan that serpent is indeed thy sire And thou his viper art his chiefe desire Although thy hatching most unhappie birth Lost him the comforts both of heaven and earth Sin thou indeed maist silly man accuse That with thy nature thou shouldst his abuse Man who by nature in Gods Image shind Should in thy Image now the Divell finde But sin thou Serpent though thou hast the Art To cosen mankind and accuse him for 't Accuse not God though whose proceeding must By thy false Father be acknowledg just Gods Anger smoaking Oh! England England foolish England nay Thou knowst it and dost yet reject thy day My goodnesse to thee is so long exprest Thou furferst with is thou dost love the tast Nay yet more sor did more perverse by much Because thou findst my long forbearance such Thou fondly thinkst me like thy selfe no doubt Or else dost judge my eie of justice out Thy sinns they are ascended and declare Thee so rebellious that I blush to heare Can so much mercy be so much withstood Ah it repents me I have done thee good Cease then my mercy thou in vaine art showne And stirr my justice be to England knowne Those mercies wherein it could finde no tast Now make them longd for or else lay it wast The Epigram Lord Lord t is true we must though to our shame Confesse unto the glory of thy Name That England hath been infinitely blest In takeing from thee though returning least England hath been like Eden therein growing All fruits delicious streames of pleasures flowing But oh fond England thus well streamd and fruited Hath took a surfer and those streames polluted England must therefore guilty guilty cry Though England therefore sentenc'd be to dye But its accuser is its foe nay thine Then see his malice let thy mercy shine But Lord thy justice must have course t is true But with thy justice doe thy mercy shewe Sin to thy judgment England hath subjected Let sin be slayne for 't England but corrected The Sword proceeding Come I must rouse now must no longer rest In grosse oblivion I from heaven am prest But is this certaine yes it is decreed My Captaine calls me I must then proceed The Lord of Hoasts now utters his command And send commssion downe into my hand That I to judgment must proceed in hast By taking vengeance and in laying wast Especially in England where I slept So many late long yeares in durance kept That I through length of time neglect and dust Was quite forgotten and consumd with rust But now I have comission a decree Of Englands follyes to revenged bee Of Englands blood now must I drinke my fill And scoure the rust off with the dropps Ispill The Epigram Infatuate weapon oh Remorselesse foe Thou without pittre dost thou rigour showe But senselesse England that thou thus shouldst urge A God so gentle to use such a scourge England England how wilt thou have ease This wrath thou canst not in the sword appease That raves and rages as if warrs did choose To make this Realme his place of Randevouze But sword thou sparst not car'st not who complaine To invocate thee then is endlesse vaine Alasse for England Lord t is thus undone But thou hast mercy though the sword hath none Lord check the sword then thou alone hast power And sword though thou hast licence to devoure And eate up England must thou drinke the blood Of Gods owne servants is not that too good The Kingdome bleeding Bleeding indeed alasse my wounds are wide The sword makes issues streames on every side Yea bleed so fully I to faint beginne My heart is wounded and I bleed within Nay bleed not only blood but t is my griefe That I in bleeding can have no reliefe No meanes no Surgeon can be found hath are To stanch my issue stay my bleeding heart Oh sad condition no salve to applie Can stop this currant must I bleeding die Most wretched I then have I such a vent So deep a wound when all my balme is spent But fooolish England that I took no heed In time of plenty for a time of need I in my health built Castles in the aire But now in sicknesse loe I now dispaire The Epigram England deare England I must hold thee so Deare in my thoughts though now in deadly woe Thy blood must doubtlesse soone be spent indeed When in thee almost every vaine doth bleed Thy streames run swiftly not by dropping shed But streames are flowing as if fountaines bled Fountaines indeed as well as Conduits small Th' impartiall sword makes no respect at all But oh thou God of England and of warr And eke of peace where people humbled are The sword it selfe is most remorselesse steel But yet thy hand that strikes therewith can feel England then England seek unto that hand That awfull power full that gave the sword command That Lord of all that God of Hoasts indeed He orders Battells only helps at need Our King turmoiling You higher powers can you so knit your brow Upon the owner of a Crowne below That Charles whom his dominions should obey Should only beare the Scepter not the sway Supremest powers this may indeed be due As my correction if your hand I view But if I view them whom your just command Hath made my subjects may they Charles withstand Unhappie Charles then but you higher Chaires Who have the rule of all Terrene affairs Though you and justly overrule my Crowne Yet give me leave to keep my subjects downe Let from your fountaynes so much fulnesse spring If I command not I am then no King Suits it with Royall dignity that we Should subject to a subjects party be The Epigram Great King of Kings who hast the cheife command Within whose hand our Sove●aigns heart is spand Teach him to pray for what befits him best And then in mercy answer his request Lord give him wisdome to discerne his foes And then a weapon to prevaile on those And let thy greatnesse to his grace make deere Not men insinuating but sincere And gracious Soveraigne if poore ashes may As for your highnesse to your highnesse pray Esteem not men for acts in State most fitt Who in Religion never acted yet T is fear'd that the preferments the promotion Attends on many takes up their devotion And men aspiring are the least to trust Religion only bindes