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A50633
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Mercuries message, or, The coppy of a letter sent to William Laud, late Archbishop of Canterbury, now prisoner in the Tower
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1641
(1641)
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Wing M1748; ESTC R19541
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such an errand now When should we see ye returne never we know Oh t is whipping Time my Lord most thinke When such as you for feare begin to stinke Some run for 't their Activity to show Their Heads may thanke their Legs if they scape so Others that cannot go Blood sucking Leeches Make Buttons backwards and defile their breeches So may you see some dogs when death drawes neere Being lifted from the Earth perfume the ayre Me thinks your Honour yea your Honours head Hangs in the ayre by a small twisted Thread Which to Heav'ns praise Hells joy Londons wonder The Sword of Justice Arives to cut asunder Alas what Remedy if downe you must 'T is but a little grace transform'd to Dust Where Dirt and Ashes having stopt your breath You 'l find this truth wages of sinne is death Did you expect my Lord a yeare ago To see your glorious light extinguish'd so Did you once dreame of this disaster sad Sure no y' ad liv'd much better if you had So have I seen the treacherous fox or'e shot Persuing his prey with rage and malice hot Till in the height of 's pride at unaware Thinking to catch the spoyle he falls i' th snare I know my Lord you now consume your dayes In bitternesse be 't spoken to your praise And that 's good Reason't should be so for why Y 'ave worne whole yeares away in vanity And yet we doubt y' are onely discontented To see your hellish aymes so well prevented But is the head sick and the members free Do not our other Bishops grieve to see Their PROP so sorely shaken sure they do For you once downe they needs must tumble to They know a house that Built upon the Sand In time of windy stormes can never stand Now if great Beelzebub himselfe be scar'd Needs must th' inferior Divells be afeard Some other things I meant to write whic I Will now omit t' avoyd Prolixity I feare already I 've too tedious been And that you ever judg'd a haynous sin Therefore to close up all let me I pray Informe you what the bonny Scotchmen say They hope in quiet to goe home unbang'd And wish the causer of their coming hang'd And so they vow to see him ere they goe Then farwell England Iockey is no foe Therefore my Lord take a friends advise And learne to swing adayes if you be wise For I 'm perrwaded 't is your Honours lot To have your old bones stretch't why should you not Old men must dye you know and young men may When your turne comes comes then wee 'l make holy-day And like old Israel skip and sing amaine To see Goliah on the Mountaines slaine My Muse growes weary Sir and now I 'le rest Mine owne not yours I see the Sun 's i th west Felix quem faciunt aliena pericula Cantem But some wil nere learne wit till'its dearly taught them An Accrosticall Caveat to beware of Ambition What newes is this I heare In all mens mouthes so sweet Laud 's taken in the snare Laid for anothers feet Indeed I alwaies thought Ambitious pride would fall Mens waies being lewd and nought Lead them toth pit of thrall Agreat mans hope is vaine Vnlesse his life be just Death ends his dayes in shame And then wher 's human trust Riches will not availe Cold worlds be then produc'd Honnor and wit will faile Because th 'ave bin abus'd In pompe and dignitee Sometime tho he remaine His greatnes soone will bee Obscurd with foule disdaine Proud Nimrod thus and 's troope Of late have lost their power For Babell gins to stoope Confusion shakes their tower Anortherne blast hath blowne Nere thirty flat caps downe That were so stately growne Each one ore topt the Crowne Rome wailes their sudden fall But 't is in vaine to rore Vsurping Prelates shall Rule us in pride no more Iure devino made an Asse you see Enland rejoyce 't is happie newes for thee FINIS