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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

it pervert Dread Soveraigne pardon I beseech your Grace Though I speake rudely and before your face Many good subjects thousands as I heare Are jealous of you doe some danger feare But Oh what feare they Oh deare Queen t is this That you should cause our King to doe amisse To change Religion if not goe about To race his deare profest Religion out But Gratious Soveraigne let there not he seen Such spots as these are in so faire a Quueen But make your subjects who have hearts thus shaken Unto their comfort finde they are mistaken Malignants Raving Great King whose praises do through Europe ring Of England Scotland France and Ireland King And still defender of the Christian faith What ever damn'd precise rebellion saith Oh that your Highnesse knew our loyall hearts Who now lie pent up in disloyall parts We are indeed inforc'd to aide your foes But know dread Soveraign this doth work our woes If we resist they curb us at their pleasures Command us yea and rob us of our treasures And force us oft through their infernall spight To speake them faire as if their cause were right But were your Highnesse and your forces heer You soon should see our loyall hearts appear And know deare Soveraigne it our care hath bin And Still continues how to let you in The Epigram Great and deare Soveraigne I your Grace beseech Be not misled thus by Malignant speech Build not upon such bare foundations laid Your Throne will stagger if no better staid Your Throne dread Soveraigne and so your command In righteousnesse established will stand The wisest King that ever raignd hath said it And woe be to those wretches have betraid it Great King and gratious be resolv'd that those We call Malignants ha' been vertues foes Scarce one of many ever understood To have been zealous any for good Heavens curb them then that to your Throne propound Such props as these are which were never found And in much mercy let your Highnesse see Your Throne by vertue must establishd bee Good Christians craving Oh! thou preserver of mankind give care Thou God of Abraham God of England heare We have thy promise that thou wilt draw nigh In times of trouble if we to thee cry We call upon thee wee beseech thy ayde Thou didst heare Abraham when he to thee prayd And in much mercy answerd him therein To save a City for the sake of ten Lord looke on England sure there thousands bee That unto Baall never bow'd the knee Thine owne deare servants who doe dayly stand Before thee weeping for this woefull land Thy servants suits are powerfull in thine eares And thou dost surely bottle up their teares Lord let thy spirit of compassion move Them on those waters and their suits approve The Epigram Lord God of Hoasts are Englands finns so great That pardon for them no meanes can intreat What not thine own and dearest servants cryes But still unanswerd England bleeding lyes Sure surely Lord thy servants cries are heard Although their suits may be a while deferd Thou canst as well from being God decline As canst surcease from being good to thine Oh then you servants of the Lord proceed Call cry and spare not God will help at need It may be that your backwardnesse in praying Hath been some reason God is thus delaying Gods anger greatly doth against us rage Which will not without great intreaties swage And you are they and only they indeed Whom God will heare whose suits are like to speed Then cry cry strongly never was more need The Neuter Temporizing But ere my Pensell let this picture goe There is a Neuter must not scape me so Though I confesse I did till now not mind him Nor is it easie as he is to finde him To finde him no fond fugitive indeed He knowes not where to finde himselfe at need So vaine and so inconstant that each winde Transports the man into another minde Indeed he moves not by his soule but sense And so both acteth and resolves from thence From which it comes that in these times of feare He is not led by reason but the eare The eare indeed for that he makes his guide But see thereby to what the asse is tied Now when a christian should be like a rock And rest unmov'd he 's right a weather-cock And cannot in his resolutions tarry But dayly changeth as reports doe vary To day he heares he must be for the King The winde to morrow other news doth bring For Essex prospers which doth so divide This Neuters thoughts he doubts on either side From whence this Neuter doth resolve in fine That he will unto neither side incline But will become a looker on untill He sees indeed which side shall have their will And this he reckons is the safest way For then thinks he who ever gets the day 〈◊〉 shall finde favour doubtlesse in their eyes As one that hath been moderate and wise As for Religion now t is so contrould And so in doubt he knowes not what to hold That to be zealous in these times therin He counts meer folly if not veniall sin Whiles from the world his Athiesme to hide He in appearance seems on either side With Cavaieers is strongly for the King VVith others can protest another thing Yea enter into Covenant perchance To aide that side he meanes not to advance From whence it comes that in this time of need His purse is with his purpose so agreed That of one crosse this Neuter will not purge it But as constraint or very shame shall urge it And what he parts with goes so neere his heart As if each penny were thereof a part VVhich is apparant when he comes to pay it His sighes and sordid language doth bewray it Thus this close Neuter Athiest I suppose Appeares but would not what he is disclose But only that way to avoide suspition Doth seeme to sit himselfe to each condition But Lukewarme Neuters thou that countst it foll● To be Religious or to seem too holy Or Godlesse Athiest thou who canst not loose That prize Religion having thine to choose Canst thou remaine now such a senselesse stone Or soulelesse creature a meere looker on Now whiles the Kingdome in such flames doth fri●… Has't not one drop of water to supplie Now when our Soveraigne doth in bondage live VVilt not one penny for his freedome give Now whiles Religion lying at the stake Begging assistance doth so deeply shake Hast neither hand to helpe nor tongue to crave Nor heart to pittie what thou canst not save Sure thou art sordid more then senslesse farr And worse by much then most Malignants are They can pretend Religion for excuse Thou canst say nothing for thy foule abuse But void of all Religion all may see Thou else to one side woulst adhering bee And wheras through thy irreligious wit Thou hopst hereafter much applanse to git Or finde much favour at the least t is plaine That these thy hopes shall prove at last but vaine For sith thou wilt to neither side incline T is just that both should spew thee out in fine I Have a second part Lyes glowing at my heart Which quickly would increase To flames might we have peace But such a peace it then must be Wherein we farther blisse may see Or else those sparkes must doubtlesse die Which rakd up in these ashes lie FINIS

The Right Honourable Edward Lord Montague Baron of Kimbolton Vis-count Mandeuile Earle of Manchester And Maior Generall of the Parliaments Forces in the associated Countyes Norfolke Suffolke Essex The true portraiture of the Right Honourable Edward Lord Montague Baron of Kimbolton Viscount Mandevile Earle of Manchester and Major Generall of the Parliaments Forees in the Associated Covnties norfolke Suffolke Essex 〈◊〉 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 You that have Eye-lids that can teares distill View Englands Posture and then weep your fill LONDON Printed by Bernard Alsop and are to be sold by Richard Harper in Smithfield at the Signe of the Bible 1644. TO THE RIGHT HONOVRABLE Pious Valiant and vigilant EDWARD Earle of MANCHESTER and Noble Generall over all Military forces in our Easterne associated Counties RIGHT Honourable and therefore Honourable because truly Right not only a lover and practiser but a faithfull defendar of right But that which makes your fame singugular is that this vertue in you is so generall that where as all men are by nature enclined to seeke their owne right your Honour hath engaged both your Life and Estate to mainetaine the right of others yea the right of our King and Country nay which is most transcendent the right safety of Gods cause which is now by unhappie occasion in danger to suffer violence And in this your uprightnesse of heart in defence of the right of your case you have hitherto done so rightly and Nobly that it cannot appeare in the least part that the fairest professers of reward nor the fowlest threatnings of revenge could either draw or drive you to so much as slack your Impartiall hand in these your pious proceedings much lesse to betray your trust nor hath envie it selfe the least moate to cast into you dish which Noble Earle is now more rare then over Europ being now in travill to cast some poison into every dish that is presented on the table of our distempered State and n●… doubt hath often abusd your Honorable presence in presenting great and grosse Malignants in disguised habits And as this to the eie of the world and to your Eternall praise doth render you truely Honourable so it doth happily declare the happinesse we injoy by injoying so happie so vigilant and so successefull a governour as your Honourable selfe is under whom through the blessing of God we in these associated Counties may more truly say then Turtellius did to Felix we enjoy much quietness And seeing by your Honour worthy deeds are done for your Country we except it with all thankefulnesse and alacrity of spirit being bound to blesse God for such a blessing upon us and not to cease praying that you may ride on and prosper Now right Honourable amongst other these your deep engaged servants I the most unworthy of the least of your favours have notwithstanding presuming on your Clemency dared to shelter these my deformed shaddows under the wings of your protecting substance yet Noble Earle no farther then they may be capaple of favour but if in any thing I have erred I am there at your pleasure to be corrected Now in this mishapen picture I have laboured to offer to your view and so to the eye of the world the most deformed forme of our nations now most miserably miserable estate out of which t is possible that your piercing cie may pick somewhat that may be usefull but if not I beseech your Honour to resolve that my intents herein are honest and the contents if we make no other use of them may at the least tend to our humiliation they being no other then a glasse wherin we may see our sinns reflecting upon our selves and in our present miseries read our foregoing offences but not any way presuming to instruct nor too farr to trouble your Honour with trifles I cease in this kind to be any farther tedious humbly begging pardon for this my intrusion and I shall for ever hold it my happinesse to heare of your prosperity which in spight of all your enemies the God of all good successe crowne your Honour with as he hath begun So prayes Your humble perioner EDVVARD CALVER THE PREFACE THE Title of this Book doth succinctly and briefly comply with the sad condition of the present times describing the turbulent state of this land and the many miseries under which the genius of this Kingdom doth now growne Warr hath never seemed sweet to any but to the unexperienced who blinded with its florish and its glory observe not the Tragicall events that doe attend it Of all the Warr the Civill is most grevous where all the obligations of friendship and Nature lie canceld in one anothers blood while Brothers and Kindred destroy one another by the devouring sword Religion being traduced to palliat these bloody acts and trampled down by Malignants and Papists for the defence wherof our Liberties and Lawes we are bound unto the Parliament to whom we owe our safety and subsistance This Kingdom doth now stand in a most sad posture first occasioned by sinne and now punished by the justice of God with an unnaturall warr makeing it swim in a deluge of its owne blood Every day brings in many sad Demonstrations corcerning this subject the burning of houses the pillaging of of goods the violating of all Lawes both Divine Humaine have bin Arguments written in blood by too many swords That which is heer related in the following severall particulers and Epigrams adjoyned thereunto may be fitly called Englands sad Postures or her Glasse wherein she may behold her sadd distracted face her sufferings at this present being a compendious mixture of all distresses endured even from the beginning of this Civill Warr which being heer presented unto your view I doubt not but that it will finde deserved compassion in the Reader and move him to send up his prayers to heaven that this bleeding Kingdome may be once againe established in Peace and Truth as all good men doe most earnestly desire This Book being but a sadd Picture of the miserable calamities of this Kingdome drawne out by the hand of the Author E. CALVER THE CONTENTS OUR Sinns provoking Gods Anger smoaking The Sword proceeding The Kingdome bleeding Our King turmoyling The Parliament toyling Religion shaking Our Lawes now quaking Delinquents Plotting The Papists doting Malignants Raving True Christians Craving Good people praying This Author devising On these sad times or Epigramatizing Our Sinnes provoking SIN I the most prodigious sight indeed The Divells offspring most Infernall seed The root of Ruine death and Hell and care Heavens how endur'd you when I acted there You spotlesse powers and I the most defiling Could not agree which caus'd my thence exiling But powers Celestiall could

Wherein the soules of very Saints must be Till by the suits of living men set free If thus the living for the dead must pray VVhat can you for the suits of dead men say Fond man have you no better helpes to clayme Your hopes are weake then and amisse doe ayme Malignants Raving Oh mserable world what times are here What ever praying yet no ease appearc Our states consumd our selves consumd and lost Besides a sea of guiltlesse blood 't hath cost And all forsooth to satisfie some few Some most precise or most prodigious crew Or to speake truly might we speake so farr To helpe to mayntaine a Rebellious warr Accurst be those occasion'd our betraying Into this thraldome what no end of praying And these perfidious Roundheads who so farr Doe strive to further such unnaturall warr Is this Religion you that seem so pure That kill in publike could be so demure Finde you occasion now to vent that spleen VVhich in your bosomes boyld so long unseen The Epigram Perverse Malignants if I had the skill Had Art as I have Inke within my quill I would so paint you that you in this booke Should finde and should confesse your are mistooke Mistook indeed could you else so mistile Yea so miscensure malice and revile Those men whose lives t is manifestly knowne Have been by odds more vertuous then your owne More vertuous true t is that you doe envy Because your vices are condemn'd thereby Earth blinded moles but will you blame the day Because it doth your deeds of night bewray Earth blinded sure this Epithite befits T is only earth doth thus distract the wits In earthly things did you no dammage finde You would remaine as silent men as blinde Good Christians craving Sure Lord thy Iustice and thy Mercies strive Thy mercy would have England kept alive Thy Iustice on the other side doth crye England is guilty guilty let it dye Lord canst thou be thus as it were distrest Because that England will not seek for rest And canst thou England not lament thy fate When God himselfe seems so Compassionate Oh England England let our suits make speed That mercy may with Iustice beagreed For it is certaine till there be this peace Above our warrs will not belowe surcease But gratious God whose mercy doe appeare Then when thy Iustice seems to domincere Sith England is not of thee yet forgot Though thou dost scourge it yet consume it not The Epigram Heavens helpe you Christians you are well imployd Helpe you to pray for prayers will provide You are the souldiers in this time of need That are most faithfull and most like to speed You are both voluntary yea and prest Oh ply your place your Amunitions best You have Rams hornes whose shrill Ecchoes shall Make Rome to totter Ierico to fall Then though your weapons be condemn das slight Yet be not daunted but maintaine your fight The noble Captaine in whose cause you stand Can where and when and how he list command Then though you dare not in your own strength trust Yet call your Captaine and your conquer must Fight then with comfort doe not faile therein Pray without ceasing I shall say Ames Our Sinnes provoking Lord thou with England well mayst be in ire Yea be to England a consuming fire Its sinns are greivous very Sodome like Sure the are full Lord it is time to strike Fulnesse of bread much idlenesse and pride Were Sodoms sinns but therefore Sodome died England in all these hath polluted been Shall England live then Lord repay its sinn Thou didst indeed great Ninivy forbeare But it repented Ionah being there Thou hast to England many Ionahs sent But drowsie England doth not yet repent Nay England hath thy messengers abus'd Contemnd thy Message thy commands refus'd Profayn'd thy Sabboths nay t is come to passe That England once more falls in love with Masse The Epigram Thy accusations sinne are sure too just And what with sorrow we acknowledg must That we have nothing to thy charge to lay But only this that thou didst us betray Thou didst allure us till the baite we took But now dost wound us kill us with the hook Most subtle fisher but most simple wee Who in thy baites could not our baine feresee But England England let us be more wise See here the cause from whence our cares arise This is indeed that deadly darling foe Which both betrays us and consumes us so This is that viper in our bowells bleeding Which whiles we suffer on our soule lyes feeding To kill this bratt then only can doe good To stop this vent can only staunch our blood Gods Anger smoaking Ah foolish England hadst thou but confest Thy faults in time thou mightst have been at rest But as thou long time hast been luke-warme cold Thou hast of late been desperatly bold But though thou wouldst not yet did J lament thee And in my mercy many warnings sent thee Besides examples of my wrath for sin VVhich pointing at thee from all parts have been I put my spirit of fore-telling harmes Upon thy teachers who have sought by charmes Both by entreaties and by threats to win Or to awake thee from thy sleep in sin But thou hast counted their reports untrue False teachers therefore justly are thy due That through delusions as it is ensuing Thou mightst be seal'd up to thy utter ruine The Epigram Great God of Europe God of England then Though we have set up other Gods therin Thou dost most justly charge us nay t is much That thy forbearance hath so long been such Been such indeed we long have sinnd but stil Thou seemdst to winck although we knew thy will We had thy word still sounding in our eares Which though we loath'd still still thou didst forbear's Nothing could urge thee till we took in hand To set up Dagon where thy Arke should stand To set up Idolls in thy name and place And bowd before them to thy very face But this hath urgd thee once more to a flood At least in England and that too of blood But when this deludge shall have washt this land Lord rest thy Arke heer let not Dagon stand The Sword proceeding Proceed t is certaine how can I be still When God himselfe hath given mee charge to kill Can I suppose you in my Scabbard rest And am by such an awfull Captaine prest But I have further summons in this thing England I have a warrant from thy King From awfull powerfull angry Charles besides Within whose keeping much command abides He is offended at the very heart And hath commanded I should take his part Then England doe not blame me as unkinde Though I consume thee beeing thus enjoyn'd No no but England wouldst thou have release Thou must with God then and thy King make peace For till they stay me by a new command I must not will not cannot stay my hand The Epigram Thou sword of England thou hast truly sayd Thou canst not