THE CHARACTER OF A Good Commander Together with a SHORT COMMENDATION Of the Famous ARTILLERY More properly MILITARY Company of London ALSO A Brief ENCOMIUM on the Great Duke and worthy Prince Elector of Brandenbourg LASTLY PLAIN DEALING with TREACHEROVS DEALERS Whereunto is Annexed The General Exercise of the Prince of Orange's Army By Captain THO. PLVNKET Licensed March the 4 th 1689. London Printed for William Marshal at the Bible in Newgate-Street 1689. TO His most Excellent MAJESTY WILLIAM III. By the Grace of God King of Great Britain France and Ireland Defender of the True Faith. WHat greater Good than timely preservation From Fire and Sword Destruction Devastation c. Can come to any Countrey great or small Which I suppose will be confest of all That Heav'n hath pitch'd on You truth to advance And work for us such great Deliverance You that kick at this Providence the same Providence may kick you out of all if you don't mend your manners None but blind Papists will or dare deny Or blinder Protestants for such we spy You came Sir in the very nick of time Even when our Foes were in the very prime Yea when they wanted nothing but the word From Hell and bloody France to draw the Sword To Kill Burn Massacre c. just then you come For which we praise the Great JEHOVAH's Name For which to thank you all good Men are bound For which You shall for ever be renown'd For all the Protestants throughout the World Had into woful miseries been hurl'd If Britain had been lost and all subverted But such a Curse your comming hath averted Also preserv'd our Lives and Liberties And freed us from a Thousand Tyrannies Yet shall you meet with vile ingratitude Rubs Censures Cavils and base blanditude c. Yea and from Stars of the first Magnitude To Christ the King of Kings be all the praise That did your worthy noble Highness raise To do for him so great so good a work As great work as conquering the Turk The Lâ—…d preserve You from the hands of those That to his Kingdom are the greatest Foes He bless and guide you still to do such things As may Record you 'mong the best of Kings I have heard this when I was a boy above Fifty years ago Some have foretold of a Ninth Henry which Should do great things for England poor and rich And for the true Religion very much And that he should e'er Ninety two appear And put the brats of Babylon in fear That at his Fame they would be very sad And fly in haste which would make good men glad I may with Reason and good reason to Conclude it can be no Man else but you Sith the event hath answer'd the prediction Attended also with Heavens Benediction The God of wonders worketh wonders still And with those wonders all the World doth fill Mira sunt Opera Dei. He looks down from his high and lofty Throne And laughs at such as cry The day 's our own By Babes and Children often he befools Great Dons and Doctors of the learned Schools He tosseth Kings and Kingdoms to and fro And maugre all their might can lay them low Some he lifts up and some throws down the Hill The Reasons are absconded in his will. Stat pro ratione voluntas He doth astonish mighty Kings and States And casteth at his feet the prime Magnates He taketh crafty Counsellors in their Own Nets and trampleth Judges in the mire Plotters and such as bloody mischief hatch He doth them in their own devices catch He makes them fall into the pit they made For others because Murder is their trade Inciderunt in foveam quam fecerunt He can discover all their subtil tricks And quite befool them in their politicks He breaks the power of such as Tyrannize And brings to nought the wisdom of the Wise He makes the guilty flee when none pursue And in his time will pay them all their due He breaks and scatters Armies when he please And crusheth Kings and Counsellors with ease Their Chancellors he can infatuate And cause them to mistake the Rules of State Yea make them in stone-doublets see their Fate Their close Cabals he quickly can uncover And all their curst contrivances discover Their deeds of darkness he can bring to light And turn their Day into a lasting Night These matters to Your Highness are no news And which are owned by the very Jews But they are too too serious and sublime For the debauched Bullies of the time The celsitude of any Theam is gall To such as are at Flora's wanton call But my Muse scorns to humour such as of Aethereal strains can make a jeer and scoff Or tread the Mazes where such Satyrs range As caâ—â—heir honour for dishonour change Or please such curious quaint sly wanton Wits As can be hot cold bad and good by fits One thing Great Sir I cannot supersede Of which in History all Men may read Which ignorant or envious people have Labour'd to hide for such love to deprave And that is spite of malice spleen and gall Here to record what should be known to all Viz. That the seven Provinces are owing to Your most renowned Ancestors and You For that high Grandeur which they now possess And other benefits even to excess Whose noble actions fill the Trump't of Fame While Nero's fume and fret to hear the same To rank You with the Worthies of this Age Will envy put into a furious rage But where the Truth is said and nothing more There 's the less need to fear that chafed boar A restless passion 's full of jealousies Envy is restless Of Fears and Cares it seems all ears and eyes 'T is always listning for one tale or other To undervalue ev'n his only Brother But noble Souls slight what depravers say So virtue while it suffers wins the day Virtus dum patitur vincit Your Highness in few Weeks hath done such things As have astonish'd all European Kings Who could of such Catastrophe's Divine When Philadelphia did with sorrow pine And Sion trampled underfoot by Swine O what stupendious changes have we seen Of late have such in England ever been God hath made you the happy instrument To introduce this healing Parliament By your wise conduct we have Halcion days Since you have Crown'd the Protestants with Bays Viz. Great Victories and without blood-shed too This shews us what almightiness can do Some have the Laurel won by blood and strage But you in peace have climb'd the British Stage The Sun of Providence here shall not set Till it do that which done it hath not yet The Wheel within the Wheel still goeth round Ezek. 1.16 Turks False Protestants Atheists Popes and Papists to confound Mean time illustrious Prince be pleased to Accept this Mite which I present to You. Of Your good Nature much I have been told Which did encourage me to make so bold As to adventure on the Dedication Of this small book
of this Warlike Crew And Barzapharnes that proud Parthian Prince They quickly could of arrogance convince Who thought ' cause he could handle the Dart and Bow That all the Gods him could not overthrow But one God was too hard for him and all His Army for he crusht them great and small Raw men alas will nothing signifie Against a formidable enemy Experienc'd in the practick part of Wars For many years and us'd to Wounds and Scars No they must first be present at some fights Where blood death horrour and such gastly sights Are to be seen and then indeed they may Prove valiant men and help to win the day Such as from their youth have been Soldiers bred And Soldiers are by many dangers led Must needs be stouter and know something more Than such as never heard the Cannons roar Yet strange it is to hear some Novices In what high strains they will themselves express For they can rout them which they never saw Yea rescue Daniel from the Lions paw That they could make a shift to drink small Beer Above a week and feed on Country-chear Yea and at night sleep in a Loft of Hay 'T is such as these which made their moan that they Were forc'd to eat Py-crust instead of bread So hard were they put to 't so ill they sped As they thought and such serpents now there be Which hate and envy any worth they see In others while they nothing do that 's brave But with such Carpers no Commerce I have My Genius scorns to keep the common road Where railings and depravings are the mode I shun extreams I hate what is obscene My Muse affects to descant on the mean. I crave no Heliconian Hippocren No nor the Scriblings of Apollo's Pen. But thus much O ye Sons of Mars I may Without offence I hope unto you say Viz. Where Vertue raiseth men to Honour there God will confirm the Dignity But where They mount aloft by flattery or Gold Their Glow-worm Magnitude long cannot hold Yet certainly such persons get the start Of more deserving men for the most part It hath been so and is like to be so That Blanditude Desert shall overthrow If it in competition with him stand For by strange arts and projects underhand By ways that never have been heard before By right or wrong 't will have its will. Therefore Desert go whistle Valour stand aside Vertue in some dark Cell thy self go hide For Fools and Pantomimmicks bear the Bell Because that Shibboleth ye cannot spell Nor fawn and creep as they and others can To all sorts whether Knave or honest man. These Proteus-like turn into any shape And for advantage they will be your Ape They will be for you here against you there Now for the front to morrow for the reer Nay for the Devil and Pope too if they will Provided they do help them up the Hill Being double minded double-tongu'd Also Fine double dealing Trinkets they can show They are no strangers unto sordid things They love to send and give malicious flings They inwardly hate men of noble minds Nay him that but to honesty enclines Leaders they taunt and many times by name ' Specially such as are of any fame In Peace and War. Nay and the Red-coats too * This was Writ Anno 1683. They cannot brook tho' ne'er so stout and true But Oh ye senseless Animals take heed For ye that Soldiers scorn may Soldiers need For tho' Bi-fronted Janus Temple's shut And the Sword sheath'd that erst was wont to cut Down Horse and man making such Massacres Of Armed Ranks besides deep wounds and Scars Yet perhaps such a time ere long may come When the loud strokes of your yet silent Drum May fright you with unlooked for alarms And force you to betake you to your arms And summon you into the Purple field There to fight run away or basely yield Then such Salvagians as scorn Soldiers now Would Soldiers complement yea to them bow As did the Citizens of Rome to all Their valiant Regiments when Hannibal Approacht their Gates So the Greek Emperor Did even adore that worthy Conqueror Great Tamberlain that freed him from the stroke Of Bajazet and his enslaving yoke Yea to his Soldiers down himself he bow'd Stiling them his deliverers and vow'd To love and honour them Likewise the States Of Holland with their chiefest Optimates Courted their Soldiers th' English ' specially Or Spain had swallow'd them undoubtedly Great Kings and Princes have with Hat in hand Beseech'd their Soldiers but a while to stand When ready to give back and 't is well known The same oft in our late War hath been done By both the Kings Prince Rupert and some more At Naseby Newbery at Marston-Moor And Worcester too But it now appears How Soldiers have been slighted of late years By most ungrateful persons for whose sake Their lives and limbs did often lie at stake But since they can scarce one of them afford A draught of Beer nay hardly a good word Altho the chiefest Blessings they retain By Soldiers under God did they not gain O! who would such a sordid people serve As can let such as venture for them starve And which is worse than death huft at and jeer'd By Slaves that never in a fight appear'd For neither side nor King nor Parliament Such Swine were always against Soldiers bent Yea Soldiers hate meerly as such Don't they Th' Artillery-Company sometimes decry As if they 'd have none learn to exercise Or know how to encounter enemies But what they mean by this is clear to me And besides these another sort there be That privately traduce set on by Hell Such as in skill and courage them excel Yet when in danger spur them on to go With others to engage against the foe While they and all such Hedg-Hogs as they are Would hide themselves or with the fearful Hare Run stoutly at first sight of th' enemy Or when the Bullets but begin to fly Then what are they that daren't so much as show Themselves in arms nay to a flying foe Yet in a Tavern with good Wine and Cheer O how they 'll bounce and brag and domineer And valiantly drink healths and threaten all That hear them not that durst them Cowards call Nay dare the Vintners boys to fight them so 'mong Fools and Fidlers for stout men they go They can to others an alarm beat But to themselves a merciful retreat Fall on to others they can stoutly cry While they intend courageously to fly Divers such have I known and often seen In the late Wars where I have present been Qui cupit pacem paret bellum Who wish for peace will yet in wars appeaâ— But some in peace and war are still in fear Tho' all are not born Soldiers yet I say Most young men should learn something that they may Be able to bear Arms in time of need And in the ground their Teachers to succeed Which would in
though with some For fear of offending Hesitation To your renowned self wherein you may Read your own self as I may truly say For 't is a noble subject fit for none But Martial Spirits and for them alone Whereof your kind acceptance Sir will be A favour and encouragement to me May Heaven protect and always on You smile And make you ev'n a Moses to this Isle As it hath already hath begun to do Who â—onours God God will him honour too May all your Foes before you fall and fly And Romish rags be bury'd totally May God direct and guide you Night and day For which no doubt good Protestants shall pray And so shall I my self among the rest In which and all things else I 'll do my best To serve and honour Your Majesty according to my power Tho. Plunket April the 10 th 1689. AN Advertisement TO THE READER I Think it necessary in this place to give the World a short Account of some things relating to my self to avoid surmises and sinister Constructions having now and not till now found a fit opportunity after my Forty five years Obscurity to satisfie Enquirers by giving them the reasons of my so long and voluntary Exile wherein I shall be as brief as possible The Name and Family of the Plunkets are not Irish Originally but descended from the Romans but have been in Ireland almost a thousand years My Father was of the House of Dunsaney in East-Meath and brought up in the Romish Religion until towards the end of Queen Elizabeth's Reign when about the age of fourteen years he came off from Popery and became a zealous Protestant and so continued till death and because he was the first of our Name that turn'd Protestant he was therefore extreamly hated by many great Papists and all their Clergy so that they waited an opportunity to do him some mischief one way or other and at last they found one for a little before the Rebellion in 1641 he fell sick and in that his sickness a Popish Physician poison'd him fearing as being a man of a great spirit he might as he would have done by his repute and interest in the Country obstruct their designs thereabouts And the said Physitian confess'd upon his Death-bed that he poison'd him for no other cause but his being a Protestant and that he was put upon it by others And at the beginning of the Rebellion the Papists Plunder'd and burnt our House whereby nine Orphans of us were expos'd to great hardships and miseries as well as many thousands more My Grandfather had an Estate left him by the Lord Dunsaney whose second Son he was but betwixt him and my Father partly by Gaming but mostly by engaging for others all the Estate was gone As soon as I heard being then at Dublin what bloody work the Papists made in the Country by murthering the Protestants I resolved to oppose and fight against them to the utmost of my power and presently Listed my self in Sir Charles Coot's Regiment then sixteen years of Age and continued in the Wars until the Cessation made with the Rebels by the King's Order whereupon about 8000. that fought successfully against the Rebels were sent for by the King to fight for him in England after which they never had success but were always worsted After my Father's death I found I was not only very much slighted and neglected by my Protestant Kindred but hated and threatned by my Popish Kindred for fighting against them c. as I was by other young Rebels therefore to be no longer vext and griev'd with the unkindness of the one and to avoid the danger of the other whose malice I had but too much cause to fear I resolved upon a voluntary Banishment for at least twenty years if I lived so long and away came I with the Army in Colonel Gibson's Regiment in November 1643. Which Army at the Siege of Nantwich were routed by Fairfax the January following where Colonel Monk since Duke of Albemarle with many others were taken and sent up to the Parliament And while I was in those parts a Report being spread abroad which was too true that the King had many thousands of Papists in his Armies and that in one of them were 6000. This as it very much offended me so it begat some thoughts in me of going to the Parliaments side being also informed that they allow'd no Papists in their Army which was true But while I was musing what to do some other Regiments came out of Ireland for the King among which were many of my former Threatners this rais'd in me a firm resolution to List my self in the Parliaments Army which I did soon after and to escape the bloody intentions of those Threatners above said and other such in time to come as also to perplex my most unkind Kindred with a twenty or thirty years silence in which time I vow'd they should neither see me nor hear from me I changed my own name and went by the name of Clark and have hitherto and was in many Fights and Skirmishes in the North of England and at the great Battel on Marston-Moor in July 1644. And when Sir T. Fairfax aforesaid was made General of that Victorious Army call'd the New Model 1645. I Listed my self in his own Regiment of Foot wherein I continued fifteen years during which time divers Officers because they knew not who I was concluded me to be of some base obscure beggarly Parentage for which I have been scorned and traduced by them and others all along and when I saw what great Changes and Alterations were in hand in the beginning of the Year 1660. in reference to things and persons tending to a total subversion of that Interest and Cause which I had so zealously owned and engaged in from first to last I could not in judgment and conscience recede from them or any my former principles by complying either to keep or get a place as many Officers did whereby I should have bespattered my Reputation more dear to me than my life and incurr'd that to me odious name of a Time-server whereupon I threw up my Commission and broke my Sword losing all my Arreers and much Money lent my Company and so retired from all publick matters ever since For it shall never be said That a Plunket was false or guilty of any base unworthy treacherous Action for me from which I have by the Grace of God kept my self clear at all times especially these 29. years last past wherein I have suffered many hard things for my integrity being forced through the malice of Neighbours Mayors Informers c. to change my Dwellings fifteen times in twenty years And as I lost all in Ireland for being a Protestant so I lost all again in England for being a Dissenter But I am still semper idem and resolve to be whilest I live come what will of it And though many hundreds dead and alive know what
Prater and Lieutenant Chat Nor run his Breeches nor his Buff-coat through As Captain B. and Monsieur W. Nor coin excuses in a time of War As hath that Blandiloquious Colonel R. Nor counterfeit Morbosity when well As that loquacious Coward Captain L. Nor creep into a Ditch as Captain A. Nor from the Battel hitch as Major Ba There 's many such whose Valour lies in words Deserve to wear not Ir'n but wooden Swords Nor is he one that 's Valiant at a spurt No no he 's far from being such a flurt As many Sparks that this hour will be stout But the next very bravely face about For they cannot endure a while to stand Nor above all to Combat hand to hand But our Commander you shall ever find Of a brave steady fixed constant mind Yet if he sees he shall be over-power'd With ten to one rather than be devour'd He will as he must needs sound a Retreat As Scipio Hannibal Pompey the Great And other Valiant Worthies oft have done In the same case or all been undone And more sometimes is done by policy Than force it self against an Enemy But there 's no power policy nor skill Can once withstand the Lord of Hosts his will. Our Hero to whom I return again Is one who did his Country never stain He ne'er was guilty of debauched Crimes Nor will he change Religion with the Times As many now yea and some great ones too For many Magnates any thing will do To win the favour of the rising Sun And when he sets they know which way to run To th' Dev'l or Tiburn some may go perchance Others may trot to Newgate Rome or France For knaves have many Subterfuges where No honest Man durst ever yet appear But this brave Soul whose Fame I now record Is always fixt and faithful to his Word Let times be what they will he firmly stands And ready to obey all just Commands He Herds not with the Beasts of Prey no no His Soul is more Seraphical than so He 's no Time-server no he 's not so base As to comply meerly to get a Place He will not change his Note nor turn his Coat No not although he is left not worth a Groat While Temporizers turn to save their Bacon Which for Nathanaels too too long were taken For another time hath them discover'd all Yet still are proud and confident withal Our General is careful that his Men Are not debaucht for he will now and then Walk up and down incognito by Night Among their Tents and sometimes in the Light To hear and see their several humours which They hearing doth from Oathes restrain them much A Vice which Souldiers are so wedded to As if the Div'l had taught them so to do Nay and some Captains are as bad or worse Who cannot speak but they must Swear and Curse At every trifling petty Provocation Whereby they hast'n their own condemnation And so like Officers like Souldiers too A swearing cursing rude debauched crew And such our General cann't endure Of which he 'll rid his Army to be sure For towards such and all Offenders he Doth carry it with great severity Knowing if he pass by some hateful Crime 'T would blast his Army and himself in time Therefore strict Discipline he doth observe And spareth none that punishment deserve Whereby good Order he doth always keep That he might with a quiet Conscience sleep But some for writing thus will call me Whigg c. And I their Railing value not a Fig. He likes not multitudes in Armies no Too many will themselves overthrow Not above Thirty Thousand he will have For one Field Army Numbers seldom save Great Multitudes heaps of confusion are No Order keep but always out of square So rout themselves When on the other hand A small smart Army under good Command Well Disciplin'd well Officer'd to boot Hath worsted mighty Armies Horse and Foot Of which you 'll find enough in History And which my self for Truth can testify In the late Wars at many a bloody Fight In the Three Nations by Day and Night Therefore to fear a huge untutor'd Host Like that of which Darius made his boast Is unto Cowardice too near a kin And such a Victory do seldom win But our brave Hero whom I now describe Is none of that exanimated Tribe He knows that in great Numbers there may be But few good Souldiers not scarce One in Three But be they few or many good or bad Yea as brave Men as ever Lewis had Yet he has such skill methods wiles and ways Unknown to France even in these skilful days To baffle or put some new trick upon them He 'll seem to fly and yet turn short upon them And suddenly rush on their strongest Wing Which be'ng unlookt for will Confusion bring Which commonly ends in destruction For The English serv'd the Scots so at Dunbar At Marston-moor Preston and Worster too Where though we won yet 't was with much ado For to speak truth the Scots did pretty well But Cromwell 't was that bore away the Bell From them and others English Irish all Be who they will did there before him fall Whose fierce and furious ways of fighting I Although long since yet keep in Memory But hold I must return unto the Man Of whom I write and tell you what I can He 's still projecting how to worst his Foes Whom now and then he leadeth by the Nose Into some of his Traps whence while they strive To get away he taketh them alive He 'll cause some to be bidden to a Feast Then seize on them half earnest half in jest And this he doth to gain Intelligence Keeping them with a friendly negligence He 'll find away to burn some Houses where They quarter while himself is posted near And in the great confusion it will make He presently will his advantage take I need not tell you what a panick fright His Foes are in who soon are put to flight As needs they must being round about beset And taken in a strange new-fashion'd Net. To get some strong hold of his enemy He will devise a trick but secretly His friends are to appoint a great Horse-Race On such a day near to the intended place Which doubless will draw many Souldiers out And divers of their Officers no doubt Who while their Minds are fixt upon the sport His Troops rush in betwixt them and their Fort By which Device they 're taken in the Field And so the place forthwith is forc'd to yield Thus I could tell you where and how 't was done In Sixteen Hundred Forty three and one Fairfax his Regiment in Forty eight In which the second War was at the height In York-shire on a Moor was near surpriz'd A stratagem the day before deviz'd By full Three Hundred Horse well mounted all Which congress they would needs an Horse-race call Most of our Souldiers dreaming of no Plot Amongst the Horse-men scatteringly trot Without their
the helpless he will lend To good and vertuous Men a fixed friend In Counsel grave deliberate and wise In action heedful to his word precise The obstinate rough-hewn untutor'd crew Have tasted first or last what he can do For his great spirit and undaunted Heart Can brook no threatnings if they be too tart He 's vers'd in policy and warlike strife As well as how to lead a vertuous Life Bellona's Banners in the purple field Affright him not nor make his spirit yield His Travels both in Body and in Mind Can't very easily a fellow find He 's well acquainted with all Warlike feats As with the Drums diversity of beats He bears about him honourable Scars Which he received nobly in the Wars Not in those private and ignoble quarrels Which cannot claim so much as faded Laurels Much used by some Gallants of the time Which think themselves of all the rest the prime And through whose Veins such hot distempers run As never yet were known since time begun Taverns are haunted with these fiery spirits Who think to make all sly is for their credits These vap'ring Hectors when the Wine is in Can take from Hercules his Lions Skin Yea by a storm of Words and Oathes to boot One of them can lay Typhon at his foot Nay at a pitched Monomachy quell Diâ—e Polyphemus and the Dog of Hell. If their skill courage strength and worth be such I wonder why they did not beat the Dutch The Glance A Little higher let my genius soar And pierce the breast of greatness warily Titles of Honour by some wights are wore Which unto good have no proclivity Whos 's sequels are black infamy and shame Which unto many Ages shall indure Corroding and extinguishing their Name Which never can be capable of cure They that would not into such evils run Nor turn their glory to a waning State Let them and theirs the same occasions shun Which courted others into scorn and hate And bravely in all vertuous ways persist Which will bewray the greatness of their mind Yea Fame to make them greater will assist And from the Heavens shall Protection find Who lives in Vertue shall with Honour die And be Recorded to posterity Quis honorem quis gloriam quis laudem quis ullum decus tam unquam expetit quà m ignominiam infamiam contumelias dedecus fugiat Cicero Now to my matter I return again And give you what doth yet behind remain I have digrest more than I did intend And unto such to whom I am no friend But for our Hero I 'll write all I can At which black envy will look pale and wan I pretermit his bringing up and Birth My aim is only to display his worth None should be chose a General for his Riches No though he were the Husband of a Dutches But for his great Experience Gravity His Wisdom Valour and Fidelity Our Hero hath all these besides his love To that Religion which is from above He knows which way his Foe to circumvent And how an Ambuscado to prevent And if his adversary from him fly He will not follow them too hastily ' Cause that 's the way to make them desperate And turn again as 't were in ' spite of fate For desperation will make Cowards fight And put their Hot-spurr'd followers to slight Many by sad experience do know Too close pursuits wrought their own overthrow Whereof I could give many instances But our Commander loves no such excess For if the adverse Army will be gone From 's Territories he will help them on By leaving them an open way whereby They may with ease and safety from him fly Nay more if in their slight they seem but cold He 'll quickly make for them a Bridge of Gold. The wary Valour is the best of all For hot-spurs shall into confusion fall Hosti fugienti pons aureus faciendus He will be here and there and ev'ry where Filling his Enemies with care and fear Loose Wings on either hand he sendeth out And nimble Lads upon the private scout When Phoebus sets if he be Five Leagues from them Yet by the Morning he 'll be in among them And lets them hardly take a full Nights sleep He so torments them or plays at Bo-peep Putting them into horrible confusion And yet desireth not their bloods effusion No no if he sees his Souldiers are For slaughter he 'll restrain them and take care Both for his well and wounded enemy That he receive no farther injury He seeks to know the mode and disposition True temper inclination and condition Of him that is the adverse General And of some others of the principal He hath a busie brain a steady foot A watchful eye an heart most resolute To 's Souldiers he 's a Father for he will Provide what 's necessary for them still His Discipline is so severe and strict That heavy punishments he will inflict On such as do the Country spoil and wrong Which is his constant practice all along For Souldiers where good Order bears no sway Will to their Foes soon make themselves a prey He scorns to plunder either friend or Foe As many other dirty Captains do No but will treat his Captive Enemy With all Humanity and Courtesy According to their Rank and Quality And for the sick and wounded taketh care Yea leaves himself to furnish them but bare His Muster-Rolls with Faggots are not pil'd He will not injure Man Woman nor Child He 's none of those that ramble in the dark Nor of that Crew that visit Whetstone's Park c. He can't be justly charg'd with any Vice To which none easily can him entice He loves to exercise his Souldiers oft Of whom they learn the Military craft To whom he shews familiarity And will discourse with them facetiously But yet retains convenient gravity He strikes them not for every fault as some Proud fools whose places nothing them become Such are made Officers before they Souldiers were But our Commander was a Souldier Before he was an Officer therefore Of these new Milk-sops worth a hundred score Such have I known and some are yet alive That knew not whether they should lead or drive Their Souldiers when they have been Captains made They were so simple yet a vap'ring blade Was each of them which in a Tavern could Do many wonders yea with Juno scold But our Commander scorns such Catamites As can do nought but in their drunken fits For he 'll be first and last in danger while Those young fops leap o'er every Gate and Stile And panting cry God bless us from a Gun Starting at their own Shadows yea would run Into a Mouse-hole if they could and there Be ready to besh themselves for fear Any should with a Cushion shoot them through The Nose you see then what these Sparks can do Others whose Oaths thicker than Bullets fly Yet they in bloodless Battles love to die They are for fine rich Silver Swords not for Steel Swords '
enamour'd of protervity A Cur engorged with asperity Some of such cynick Dispositions are That other mens Transactions they will square According to the crooked line and rule Of their own humours which must have no Thule Or limits Yet themselves can nothing do That 's honourable or that can accrew To others good yet they will seem to know All things tho' nothing they could ever show Except it be their venom'd teeth to bite Or with their poyson'd tongues to wound and smite The reputation of far better men And every way much more deserving than Themselves or any of their Generation And who perhaps are burthens to the Nation Yea troublesome unto their Neighbours too Cause in all things they do not as they do But our most noble Hero fears them not Being got beyond the reach of their Tongue-shot Whose time in Mars's and the Muses Tent Not triflingly but vertuously is spent He can both say and do and do much more Than say yet he will not himself adore He was bred in the School of vertue and The Pen as well as Pike he can command So that he merits double Equipage Sith he so bravely doth become the Stage Therefore I make no question but he Will make his Exit with a Plaudite Whose good Examples noble Souls do move To try if they can such another prove And purchase fame by valour worth and arms Amidst a thousand hazzards deaths and harms The way to honour through the Pikes doth ly And who would win honour must not fear to die This Hero's Tongue is the point of his Sword He knows not what it is to break his word His courage Conquers e'er the Field is fought Which being done more enemies hath sought He 's Semper idem take him when you will The same below as he is up the Hill. He is full of Hector's Magnanimity And never's daunted with extremity Fortitude's rooted in his noble mind When others fall him standing you shall find There 's nothing hard to be accomplished By him because by truth and reason led And doth all things by good deliberation Yet is he not affected to cunctation He is a Fabius for Solidity Not a Minutius for temerity Misfortunes trials and adversities His faith and patience do exercise Whereby himself he conquers which is more Than all the Conquests that he made before Dangers he feareth not yea doth despise What narrow souls account calamities War 's the Whetstone of his Fortitude And heat the Spur that makes him resolute Yet counts not that a noble victory That 's not accompany'd with Clemency He knows that skill and courage wanting in Commanders is to routing near a kin Besides their Soldiers will contemn and slight them Yea to their very faces will neglect them Which will redound unto their lasting shame When blown about by the nimble wing of Fame For to their own Pufillanimity They cannot but be conscious or might see Men laughing at them for the same but they Can take it in good part and nothing say O strange that these should have the face to take Upon them to be Captains and mistake Themselves for better men O impudence And Brazen fac'd prodigious confidence Go ye conceited Jacks go Hen-peckt slaves And in some dirty Dunghill dig your Graves Fit but for Powder-Monkeys or keep sheep Or Company with Scavengers to keep What when you should go fight then you 'll be sick Oh take 'em Derrick gripe 'em to the quick Our Hero scorns you all who 'd rather die Than live as you with shame and infamy He knows not what 't is to be so abjected Or by his Veteranes so much rejected No surely no but to them is as Spurrs But ye are Stops Remora's and Demurs Unto a Kingdom there 's no greater danger Which to the Prince himself is but a slander Than to such to commit their warlike bands As are more nimbler of their tongues than Hands Some that have known how Victories to gain Yet knew not how their Conquests to retain But our Commander can do both of these And that with more applause less loss and ease Than some that conquer Kingdoms in conceit Conceit without receipt is but deceit If he perceives his Enemy too strong For him in Horse then will he pitch among Thick Hedges Woods c. he being mostly Foot And gall him may be win the field to boot But if in Horse the foe he doth surpass Then he will try to make of him an Ass By seeking to decoy him to a Plain And that he might his will therein obtain He sendeth such amongst the enemy That tell them this for truth and certainty That most part of his Horse went yesterday But privately to seek for Oats and Hay Or on some other Errand and that now Or never was the time to make him bow If th' Enemy believes this to be true As like enough he does then will not you Imagine he 'll upon our Hero fall And if he do he is undone withal But if he do not our Commander will Beat up his Quarters which is ears will fill With sudden crys his eyes with gastly sights His Soldiers hearts with Pannick fears and frights Which will confound and make them run astray And most of them to throw their Arms away Suppose a Regiment or two be broke And several hundred Prisoners are took This doubtless will so daunt the enemy That he 'll conclude the best way is to fly Which if he do as he must do you know It tendeth to a total overthrow Whom our Commander follows at the heels Through thick and thin Hills Vallies Woods and Fields Till all are routed and the vict'ry won Oft have I known the very same thing done The foe his men unable to revive And 's former reputation to retrive Is forc'd to seek a peace immediately Well knowing there 's no other remedy Should I insist on all the slights and wiles Strange circumventions stratagems and guiles Craft cunning tricks deep reaches policies And unimaginable Mysteries That have been are and might be us'd in Wars By worthy Captains and great Conquerors 'T would take much time and paper many Quire My Muse my Pen my Genius overtire And crack my Pericranium Therefore Of Warlike feats I shall endite no more All chief Commanders should inherit these Bright Virtues or to have a writ of Ease Justice Truth Temperance Prudence Fidelity Skill Learning Patience Courage Courtesie All which in the word Conduct seem included And who wants that from chief should be excluded Men's lives are far more worth than that they should Be trusted with a Novice young or old And which to do is as all wisemen know The way unto a fatal overthrow Yet this should be observ'd that victory Heav'n to the best side sometimes doth deny Success as such is no infallible token Of a good cause nor when a foe is broken Is it a sure sign of a bad cause no God's secrets are past finding out you know God hath
heart 'Pray take them all for spare them well can we Leave us the Wheat and take the Tares to thee A good riddance truly for three or four True Hearts are of such Rake-hells worth a score O restless Bawd thou sittest now as Queen Venting upon the Saints thy Gall and Spleen By how much thou thy self hast magnify'd By so much shall this Woe be multiply'd We see thy Agents can false Servants hire Their Masters Houses to consume with fire Nay Masters too they can so work upon All to promote a conflagration By firing their own Houses O ye Swine Fell Fiends Miscreants thus to combine With Hell their innocent Neighbours without cause To ruine and expose them to the Paws Of Tygres Bears and Bandogs who could think That English-men such poison down would drink Nay others ' stead of helping at a fire Rob poor distracted people so retire These are or such as soon would Papists be From which Religion Lord deliver me For well I know 't is founded upon blood Therefore a Papist never can be good The Pope they honour more than Christ yea more Old Shooes Boots Cloaks and Bread Gods they adore And other Relicks once belonging to Some silly Dotard which they never knew This and much more the Jesuits and all Their Clergy do impose on great and small Whose Pupils poison and contaminate Each City County Kingdom People State. Who kills a Christian Heaven say they shall merit Who Murder most high place in Heaven inherit These are but tastes of those damn'd drugs with which The Romanists so many fools bewitch And 't is but fruitless with them to dispute For when by sacred writ they are struck mute Backt with strong arguments assiduously And that while Conscience in their faces fly And secret wispers racking every part Of their convinc'd and self-condemned Heart That swell through spite and shame as in their faces May be discern'd as marks of their disgraces Yet for all this in words they will not yield Though Conscience tells them they have lost the field But desp'rately oppose themselves still Against the Truth through anger and self-will Forcing their stopped Mouths to rave and rend In railing Rhetorick with which they 'll end If Papists Truth and Reason would obey To real good they soon might find the way Till then no doubt Heaven will upon them frown And by its stroak be shamefully cast down Then 't will be vain for Turn-coats to retrive What erst they might have had nor can they strive Against the stream wherein their sentiments Are all prejudg'd and in such exigents Who fix their hopes upon contingencies Cannot be judged to be very wise But they 'll not retrospect to any thing Of Truth when meekly urg'd but huff and ding Yea so fastidiously aspect on those Which their flagitious practices oppose And whose vindictive Souls perboil'd in hate Damn such as own not the Trans-Alpin State Under whose Umbrages they think they 're blest And the bi-fronted Eagle builds her Nest While the poor Phoenix knows not where to rest Be'ng daily threatned by the Birds of prey Viz. The Romish Kites and Vultures also they That lurk in London spawning plots a-pace And yet abjure them with a brazen face Look back ye blood-hounds to blest Edward's time When Truth our Horizon began to climb And tell me what advantage have ye got By all your plottings Truly not a jot Nay ye have lost whole Kingdoms chiefly by Massacring and inhumane cruelty Sweden Great Britain Ireland Denmark and Great part of Germany France Switzerland Hungaria Transilvania Belgia too And many more have all forsaken you Besides vast Russia never own'd the Pope Nor the Greek Church Nor never will I hope Because your Tenents are so black and bloody And ye your selves nothing but mischief study Your whole Religion I may well compare To th'Strangury because so like they are Viz. Froth on the top blood at the bottom and Sometimes a tearing burning torturing sand More blood cries Rome because Sirs the word More Is th'Anagram of Rome where sits the Whore In Latin Amor is her Anagram Because she loves the Sons of Ge-hen-nam The Anagram of Sion Sino is Permitting Men the Son of God to kiss To suffer patiently and give them leave To Love Fear Worship God and to him cleave But Jesu'ts threaten such though ne'er so good And to send French Dragoons to let us blood Boasting that now they have us in a Net And that our Gospel Sun-shine now must set That they 'll invade us with a Foreign crew Which many fear indeed will prove too true Let them come if they dare we fear them not For home-bred Brats for all they are so hot For still I hope though still they are so high Their Cat-like Cause that lusty Puss is nigh To hanging notwithstanding that she is So Catarumpant now And more than this John the Divine hath read her destiny Which many others worthies testify Besides I know and by experience Her Hectors through an evil Conscience To be but cowardly especially If but impugned somewhat strenuously For credit me true valour they have none And loth to fight except they 're Two to One. Their desp'rateness is far from fortitude For their chief Captains have amazed stood Yea utterly confounded as I 've seen When but a little they have worsted been Fear not their threatning brags nor yet their Swords Being not so valiant in their Hearts as Words Whose Manhood lies in stabbing armless people In Murthering the naked weak and feeble In plotting any mischief great or small And Protestants by any means enthrall Their mighty brags now a-la-mode de France Are but the copies of their countenance Not of their courage for they dare not stand Scarce half an hour and fight us hand to hand Hold out but the first shock and you shall see The stoutest of them all begin to flee Whom they can't or dare not harm openly They 'll do it sneakingly and covertly Or get in with their Servant-Maid or Man Nurse Midwife Surgeon or Physician Apothecary or some one or other As Sister Cousin Uncle Friend or Brother For Gold to poison them but if these fail Then with their Tongues and Libels them assail Yea in a restless rage they will devise How to bespatter them with horrid lies Hiring false witnesses at any rate To plague destroy or make them out of date Nay peradventure fall to conjuring Thereby if possible some hurt to being On them or theirs Who half their tricks can tell For all their Plots are laid as deep as Hell. But 't is a comfort God is still on high Who trust in him shall find security He laughs at all their Machinations and Will break their arm with his All-conquering hand But e'er that time I fear for sin he will Permit them many Protestants to kill c. If so no doubt they 'll rave and rage amain Where they can but the least advantage gain Being basely cruel where they
of hand Where 's that great stranger Honesty dost know An undivided heart who now can show Conscience what 's that pray where is' t to be found For Conscience now once tender feels no wound But swallows Head Heels Boots and Spurs and alâ— And cares not though at last it turns to gall Some Consciences of late are grown so large That Coach and Horses and a Western Barge Can turn and tack about in them with ease And swallow Camels with it if they please Thousands make shipwrack of their reputation VVhose sordid soils swim in dissimulation That mortal eneny to Reformation How many wretch's mischief still devise Being to all honesty sworn enemies And strangely bent â—pon all wickedness Yea in their Villanie themselves they bless Vice marcheth boldly even in rank and file And rusheth like the Cataracts of Nile Nay like e'er long to grow so formidable That Hercules to curb it shan't be able Men seem to rant it with authority Swimming in Oceans of iniquity For do they not rush thorow thick and thin As if they were on purpose born to sin Nay they will needs be damn'd they will to Hell Come what will of it be it ill or well Dam ' em what do they care for Hell or Grave So they Pleasure here on Earth may have The other Lass and t'other Glass of Sack Come all is well enough here 's to thee Jack Saith one to 's Comrade and thus they spend Their Lives which they like Reprobates do end Repute defac'd or once with baseness stain'd Will hardly very hardly be regain'd Mens Vertues and their Vices over bide Time nor the Grave shall any of them hide But many so debauch'd and brutish are That to be infamous they nothing care Some now are made Offenders for a word Because with Ranters they can not accord Which Vermin now begin to swarm apace Urging their betters with a brazen face 'T is to be feared that imperious Rabble May in a short time grow very formidable He that departeth from iniquity Is sure to make himself a prey thereby To such as favour Popery or those That do for Wine and Wenches pawn their Clothes Who cannot Shibboleth pronounce aright Will be in danger of some Popish Knight Knight of the Post I mean or some tale-wright Who can be safe though ne'er so innocent While Rogues are upon blood and mischief bent If Perjury were well at Tiburn baâ—…d Good Men would not be half so much amated How stupid Sirs how blinded must they be That see not God in ought but what they see Proximate objects are conspicuous Not things remote unto the vicious They mind what 's seen by the corporeal eye Not things unseen which only faith can spy Tremendous Tribulations nothing are With them that are immerg'd in Hellish care All the veracity of sacred writ The Majesty of him that penned it Nor those black Scenes that mount the British Stage Move not the Monsters of this wretched Age Whose care and study is to be unjust Whose Glory is in their shame whose Law is Lust Cupidity backt with saturity Is the true complex of sensuality What Rhetorick can court such Swine to good What Logick can convince a perjured brood What Arguments hot Humors once can cool Or from old Customs wean a doating fool What Words what thundring Lectures Verse and Prose Can bring old Formalists with truth to close What thwacking Rhimes what Satyrs can dehort Young Ranters from their Lusts and base deport What charming Eloquence can Courtiers win To him that 's ready to remit their sin What Golden-mouth'd Chrysostom can allure Men to that bliss which ever shall endure What Paul or Peter what Boanerges can Reach Meritorians to the Son of Man What Angel some Professors can convince Of spiritual pride self-love self-excellence What Saints or Sons of Thunder can perswade Fools into Romish Errors not to wade What Solon can convince some blockheads that There ever was of late a Popish Plot What a strange Prophanatick Age is this When Truth is scorn'd and falshood courted is Where 's a true dealer to be found canst tell Pray what 's his Name Ho where where doth he dwell What Press or Pulpit can some sordid fools Bring to confess an error 't is such Tools The Jesuits make use of at a pinch Knowing they 'l die like Dogs rather than flinch From their Assertions be they ne'er so wrong And of such now in London there 's a throng Which haunt Clubs Coffee-houses Taverns and With great Mens Servants oft go hand in hand To Proselyte or learn from them such News As may their Lords if Protestants abuse Be-ly traduce c. that they might odious make them Whilst Gotamites for honest Men mistake them I mean those Semi-Jesuits those tools By whom the Jesu'ts make so many fools Thus many are half Jesuits although They know it not yet I can prove them so For they the very Leaven in them have Of those grand Pharisees men to deprave Their jokes and wheedles quirks reserves and shifts Stile arguments craft impudence and drifts Who 'gin t' appear of late on open Stage Most of them under Thirty years of Age Spritely quick witted Blades some of them are Therefore the fitter others to ensnare Debauch empoison as indeed they do Th' effects whereof I fear you 'll find too true For next to no Religion they will choose The worst Religion and the best refuse For Popery indulgeth any sin That any wretch is pleased to live in So he but own the Church of Rome also Make his Confession to the Priest and go To Mass sometimes then all is very well But all this will not keep them out of Hell. Nay there are she Jesuits or Jesuitesses As Nurses Midwives Chamber-maids Laundresses Sly Teachers Cook-maids Madam-Visitors Dressers and Gossiping Inquisitors c. Pretending zealous Protestants to be Whom at the Church you very often see Whose Work is to debauch the Family Or taint them with the pest of Papistry He carries lies and tales from place to place Tending their Lords and Ladies to disgrace c. And others that are steady Protestants Have from those Mimmicks many quips and taunts Which notwithstanding patiently they bear Yet th' other for all that cannot forbear For which they 've yearly ensions Thus you see How rife the Romish Locusts ' mongst us be Who are between half Protestants half Papists Or semi Romanists and semi-Atheists Popery's a Plague which all Men ought to shun And from it ev'n as from a Serpent run For it will turn a Saint into a Devil A Man into a Monster full of evil Also transform a Lamb into a Lion The meekest Man into a Wolf and Sion Into the Grave if God did not befriend her And from the Romish Tygre still 〈◊〉 her A Mass of errors is the Popish Mass Then who would own it but a very Ass A CAVTION I Would have none with Jesuits dispute But such as know that they can them
left as you were 9. To the left about charge 10. To the right as you were 11. Shoulder your Pikes 12. Charge to the Front. 13. Shoulder as you were 14. Charge to the right 15. To the left as you were 16. Charge to the left 17. To the right as you were 18. To the right about charge 19. To the left as you were 20. To the left about charge 21. To the right as you were 22. Port your Pikes 23. Charge to the Front. 24. Trail your Pikes the Spear behind 25. Charge as you were 26. Push your Pikes 27. Trail your Pikes the Spear before 28. Present your Spears 29. Charge to the Front. 30. Advance your Pikes 31. Order your Pikes 32. Lay down your Pikes 33. Take up your Pikes 34. Plant your Pikes 35. Order your Pikes 36. Advance your Pikes Here follow the Evolutions General Words of Command 1. Take heed AT the pronouncing of this Word there must be great Silence observed throughout the whole Battalion the Souldiers doing no motions neither with their Heads Bodies Hands or Feet but such as shall be ordered and looking stedfastly to the commanding Officer as hath been said above concerning the Manual 2. Carry well your Arms. 3. Dress your Ranks and your Files Evolutions with Muskets and Pikes together 1. Present your Arms. 2. 1. To the right 2. To the right 3. To the right 4. To the right 3. To the right about 4. To the left as you were 5. 1. To the left 2. To the left 3. To the left 4. To the left 6. To the left about 7. To the right as you were 8. Poyse your Muskets and advance your Pikes 9. Shoulder your Muskets Take heed to double your Ranks to the Front. 10. To the right double our Ranks to the Front. 11. March. HEre it must be observed as also by all other Marches that all the Souldiers of the same Rank make the first step with the left foot lifting all at the same time to the end that marching softly looking continually to the sides more especially to the right they may keep the Rank straight and come upon their places all together stepping so that with four paces they may enter the Rank that is before them having special care to carry their Arms well hold up their Head keep their Bodies in a straight and unconstrained posture and look briskly 12. To the lest as you were 13. March. 14. Halt 15. To the left double your Ranks to the Front. 16. March. 17. To the right as you were 18. March. 19. Halt Take heed to double your Ranks to the Rear 20. To the right about double your Ranks to the Rear 21. March. 22. Halt 23. As you were 24. March. 25. To the left about double your Ranks to the Rear 26. March. 27. Halt 28. As you were 29. March. Take heed by half Files to double your Ranks to the Front. 30. To the right by half Files double your Ranks to the Front. 31. March. 32. To the left as you were 33. March. 34. Halt 35. To the left by half Files double your Ranks to the Front. 36. March. 37. To the right as you were 38. March. 39. Halt Take heed by half Files to double your Ranks to the Rear 40. To the right about by half Files double your Ranks to the Rear 41. March. 42. Halt 43. As you were 44. March. 45. To the left about by half Files double your Ranks to the Rear 46. March. 47. Halt 48. As you were 49. Halt Take heed to double your Files 50. To the right double your Files 51. March. 52. Halt 53. To the left as you were 54. March. 55. To the left double your Files 56. March. 57. Halt 58. To the right as you were 59. March. Take heed to double your Files by half Ranks 60. By half Ranks to the right double your Files 61. March. 62. Halt 63. To the left as you were 64. March. 65. Halt 66. By half Ranks to the left double your Files 67. March. 68. Halt 69. To the right as you were 70. March. 71. Halt Every Division must double its Files in it self and the odd File must stand on its ground Take heed to contre-march by Files 72. By Files to the right about contre-march 73. March. 74. By Files to the left about contre-march 75. March. Take heed to contre-march by Ranks 76. By Ranks to the right contre-march 77. March. 78. Halt 79. By Ranks to the left contre-march 80. March. 81. Halt Take heed to close your Files 82. From the right and left close your Files to the Center 83. March. 84. Halt Take heed to close your Ranks 85. Close your Ranks to the Front. 86. March. Take heed to wheel 87. Wheel to the right 88. March. 89. Halt 90. Wheel to the right 91. March. 92. Halt 93. To the right about wheel 94. March. 95. Halt 96. Wheel to the left 97. March. 98. Halt 99. Wheel to the left 100. March. 101. Halt 102. To the left about wheel 103. March. 104. Halt Take heed to put your Ranks and Files at their former distance 105. Files to the right and left take your former distances 106. March. 107. Halt Take heed to put your Ranks at the former distance 108. Ranks as you were 109. March. 110. Halt Take heed to lay down your Arms. 111. Rest your Muskets 112. Order your Arms. 113. Lay down your Arms. Take heed to quit your Arms. 114. For Straw 115. March. 116. To your Arms. 117. Put up your Swords 118. Take up your Arms. 119. Rest your Muskets 120. Poyse your Muskets and advance your Pikes 121. Shoulder your Muskets FINIS