Wight Gape gape for Peace poor Countrymen The Members mean to treat And we shall see fair play agen When they no more can cheat The King shall come to Westminster It may be to his Grave Or of a glorious Prince must there Be made a Royal Slave But 't were more wise to let him reign Out of his Peoples sight For fear he should bring Peace again And put them in a fright Sure Martin lay in of a Clap And Say himself did dote The Devil too wore a sick Cap When th' Houses past this Vote Come let us live and laugh away The follies of this age Treason breeds care we 'll sing and play Like birds within a cage Fetters are th' onely favors now The Houses give we see And since the King them wears I vow 'T were baseness to be free Then let us all our sorrows drown In Sack and merry Glee Ye Citizens of London-town What jolly Slaves are we For Common-prayer ye have Excise Free-quarter too is coming To pay you for your Mutinies Feasts Covenants and Drumming No Puritan no Popish Priest Nor Prot'stant now shall be Nor Law but to live as we list 'T is Heaven thus to be free Could Babylons great King now sit In Counsel with our Nation He were the onely man to sit Us with a Reformation The glorious Golden-Idol then Might shine in each Dominion Both Factions and their Brethren Would soon be one-opinion Away thou Pagan-Cavalier This God must not be thine But for the Saints at Westminster Whose souls are more divine Live drink and laugh our Worthies may And kindly take their fills The Subâ—ects must their reckonings pay The King must pass their Bills No Princes now but they the Crown Is vanisht with our Quiet Nor will they let us use our own Devotions and Diet. All Plums the Prophets sons desie And Spice-broths are too hot Treason's in a December-Pye And Death within the Pot. Christmas farewel thy day I fear And merry-days are done So they may keep Feasts all the year Our Saviour shall have none O happy Nation heretofore When Seas our Walls have been Unhappy now we see no shore But are all Sea within Factions like Billows rage and toss And Death mounts ev'ry Wave Yet in this Storm we are so cross We will no Pilot have Just such a Tempest seiz'd upon Blest Paul the Scripture says When he had seen no Sun nor Moon Nor Stars for many days Our Sun and Moon no beams create Our Stars disperst we see Such as was his will be our Fate We must all shipwrackt be A glorious Prince this Parliament The King should be did swear But now we understand they meant In Heaven and not here Let them invade the Throne and part His Crown and vote his Fate Yet know in each true Noble Heart He keeps his Chair of State Princes may be like other men Imprisoned and kept under A while as fire in clouds but then At length appear in Thunder And as in hidden Caves the wind Sad tremblings doth create So Monarchs by their own confin'd Cause Earthquakes in the State Farewel the Glory of our Land For now the Free-born Blades Our Lives and our Estates command And ride us all like Jades Faith and Religion bleeding lie And Liberty grows faint No Gospel but pure Treachery And Treason make the Saint Oh! 't is a heavenly Cause I trow Which first baptiz'd the Round-head In Noble Stafford's Blood but now Must on the Kings be founded Yet know that Kings are Gods on earth And those which pull them down Shall find it is no less then Death To tamper with a Crown 'T is true as Harry Martin said The Scots away must pack The Cov'nant shall a side be laid Like an Old Almanack Come then and buy my New true New New Almanack most true Such Accidents of State to shew The like no Age ere knew Since that we lost our King and Laws Since Jealousies and Fears Since Peace pure Truth and this Poul Cause It is full seven years Poor Charles pursu'd in Forty one Unking'd in Forty seven The Eighth will place him on his Throne In Earth or else in Heaven Three Kingdoms brought to a fine pass Whilst that our Saviours Rule The Country is become an Ass The City but a Mule Each University now pines The Church may hang and rot They banish all our true Divines The Lawyers too must trot Come Sirs more Sacks unto the Mill More Taxes more Free-quarter 'T is fit our Laws be your bare Will And the Excise our Charter Godspeed the Plough plague Rooks and Crows And send us years more cheap For I am sure whoever sows The Houses mean to reap Money the Soul of Man and Wit But yet no Saint of mine While th' Houses vote and Synod sit Thou ne'er shalt want a Shrine Reforming is a dull Device Dreads nought but strife and rage Thou putt'st us into Paradice And bring'st the Golden Age. Thou art Religion God and all That we may call Divine Thy Temple is Westminster-Hall And all our Priests are thine Tush tell not us the way to Heav'a Thou juggling Clergy-Elf That sett ' if the world at six and sev'n Money is Heav'n it self Betwixt those Atheists feign'd of old And ours there is no odds For both this one opinion hold That Fear did first make Gods Hell now is thought an idle Dream To fright men from their Crimes Religion but a crafty Theam Made to Bug-bear the Times The Bible and great Babels Whore May both together burn For the Religious Fit is o'er Now they have serv'd their turn Onely one Text may scape their hands Since they have ta'en such pains To lay their Lords in Iron Bands And bind their Kings in Chains Copernicus thy learned skill We praise since we have found The truth for now doth Heav'n stand still Whilst that the Earth runs round See how the Wheel of Providence Back Old Confusion brings Cashires us once more of a Prince To plague's with Petty Kings They say the Saints all rule must take And others must have none Their Priviledge it is to make A Foot-stool of the Throne The Laws o' th' Land say Charles must reign And Conscience pleads his Cause But Conscience is a thing most vain Their Gospel eats up Laws Never such Rebels have been seen As since we led this Dance So we may feast let Prince and Queen Beg a-la-mode-de-France Let Conscience pine and cry 't is strange We 'll say 't is bravely done To make the King take in Exchange A Dungeon for a Throne Away with Justice Laws and Fear When men resolve to rise Brave Souls must scorn all Scruples where A Kingdom is the Prize Then let us what our Labours gain Enjoy and bless our Chance Like Kings let 's domineer and reign Thus a-la-mode-de-a-la-mode-de-France King and no King was once a Play Or Fable on the Stage But see it is become this day The Moral of our Age. Newcastle was the first best Scoene Then
Holmby Hampton-court Next from a Palace to a Den Translated to make sport Each State-Buffoon a part did take Some plaid the Fool some Knave But still the Plot was laid to make Their King a Royal Slave Brave Actors we admire your skill Your Play none understands Yet make an Exit when you will We all shall clap our hands At Westminster two wond'rous Beasts This day are to be seen March 14. 1648. Call'd Liberty and Priviledge GOD save the King and Queen Say Monsters strange what kin are ye To Tygers or the Lyon For shame boast not your Pedigree From the sweet Sons of Zion This Liberty first whelpt the Cause The Cause then lay at lurch To gull the City damn the Laws And quite cashire the Church But Priviledge O monstrous Thing Eats up poor Cavaliers Feeds on the Gentry and the King But next have at the Peers Once more the Kingdom lies at Stake No matter then who wins Two Schismaticks the Wagers make And now the Game begins The Scots and Sects two godly Cheats Debar both Ace and Sice To rook each other with fine Feats They both bring in false Dice The first throws for the Covenant Next who shall rule and sway For Jocky now doth swear and rant He 'll have no more foul play The Sectaries cry'd Have at all When first the Dice were thrown But rather then the Scots shall brawle They 'll part stakes in the Crown The Devils reign is short though fierce Then let our Musick sound The Drawers all the Hogsheads pierce And make the Healths go round Here 's a Health to the King in Sack To the Houses in Small-Beer In Vinegar to th' crabbed Pack Of Priests at Westminster Next to revive our fainting States Fill out some Aqua vitae 'T were pity on the Bridge such Pates Should meet in a Committee Let 's water th' Royal Plants with Tears Of rich divine Canary Drink on Cav'liers t' all Loyal Peers Then end with Charles and Mary Full forty thousand Scots by Vote Must visit us ere long Brave Army sure when ev'ry Scot Is forty thousand strong Though th' Houses have deserv'd these plagues GOD keep our Nation free Like Egypt let not us by Rags And Vermin conquer'd be For shame for shame call home your King With Honour let him treat His Nature is without a sting His Motto To forget Return return Disloyal Crew Of men forsworn if not Rather then thus we 'll stoop to you We 'll Idolize the Scot. Come Mahomet thy Turn is next Now Gospel's out of date The Alcoran may prove Good Text In our new Turkish-State Thou dost unto thy Priests allow The sin of full four Wives Ours scarce will be content with now Five Livings and nine Lives Thy Saints and ours are all alike Their Vertues flow from Vice No Bliss they do believe and seek But an Earthly Paradice A Heav'n on Earth they hope to gain But we do know full well Could they their glorious ends attain This Kingdom must be Hell From Prison now return the King The Queen and Prince from France For Cosen Charles the Welsh-men sing And stoutly lead the Dance The Scotch-Bag-Pipes the Pulpit-Drums And Priests sound high and big Once more the Cause and Cov'nant comes To shew's a Scotish Jig The Irish will a Voyage take To jon their force in one And whilst they frisk a Galliard make The Houses sing O Hone. Three Kingdoms thus must dance the Hay But ere the Members run We 'll see they shall the Musick pay And then the Dance is done Seven years by phrentick Votes and Fits Our Worthies bore command Then did they run out of their Wits But now out of the Land No more shall they the City ride Like a fine Golden Ass The Navy's rigg'd with Wind and Tide They stay but for a Pass But if they linger long behind And keep their King in Bands I 'll undertake it shall be sign'd By a hundred thousand Hands For prosp'rous Gales then on the Deep Let their Priests prate and pray By Order and at Margarets keep An Humiliation-day The Factions now each other rout With Jealousies and Fear The Independents face about The rest cry As you were The Presbyters put forth their Horns To guard their Goods and Homes The She-Militia likewise scorns Their Cocks should loose their Combs Then toll I pray the Passing-Bell For our new State-Committee These monstrous Votes which made them swell Are cow'd down by the City Sweet John-a-Nokes and John-a-Styles And worshipful Jack-Straws Of both the Junto's leave your Wiles And give 's our King and Laws Betwixt two thieves our Saviour once Suffer'd for us and di'd So 'twixt two thievish Factions Our King is crucifi'd Caesar not Christ the ancient Jews Paid tribute of their Treasure Our Jews no King but Christ will chuse And rob and cry down Caesar Now for the King the zealous Kirk ' Gainst th' Independent bleats Whenas alas their onely wirk Is to renew old Cheats If they can sit vote what they list And crush the new States down Then up go They but neither Christ Nor King shall have his own The Pox the Plague and each Disease Are cur'd though they invade us But never look for Health and Peace If once Presbyt'ry jade us When ev'ry Priest becomes a Pope Then Tinkers and Sow-gelders May if they can but ' scape the Rope Be Princes and Lay-Elders If once the Kirk-men pitch their Tents With our Assembly-Asses Synods will eat up Parliaments Courts be devour'd by Classes Look to 't ye Gentry else be Slaves To Slaves that can't abide ye Though ye have been cow'd down by Knaves Oh! let not Fools now ride ye But sev'n years of a thousand 't is Our Saints must Rulers be So they shall loose in years of bliss Nine hundred ninety three No more then let those Rabbies trust Unto the Revelation For their Interpreter is Lust And Pride makes Application Religion but a Pack-horse is To carry on Designes The Bible like a Jugglers Box Us'd by our State-Divines Texts are tormented one by one Like Votes now here now there Thus Hocus-Pocus is out-done By them at Westminster The Banes are askt the Marriage next Goes forward in the City For now the Match is made betwixt Them and the State-Committee Thou Strumpet London tell not us Of Babel any more If from thy King thou partest thus Thou art the greater Whore Thy Bags their Portion now are meant As well as Crown and Church But when that all is gone and spent They 'll leave thee in the lurch Thou Bawd of Treason then for all Thy cursed Fornication Thou and thy Priestly Panders shall Be Carted through the Nation The Market's made the King shall treat They say and buy his own But is not this a very Cheat To set the price a Crown Alas the Members run by rote And shew us many a Feat Thus all the year they 'll vote unvote For Money Cloaths and Meat 'T is fit that they
uphold their Trades What ere Malignants speak So they can thrive the City-Jades Their Backs and Necks may break Poor What d' ye lack small gains can show With many an empty Shelf The House spoils Shops 't is Aye and No That brings in all the Pelf Rebellion makes our Nation bleed With fresh Alarms we see But yet it is not well agreed Who must the Rebel be The Round-head first the Rebel was If truth be in the Laws Till Treason did for Gospel pass To bolster up the Cause The thriving Cause with high disdain In Fortunes full Career Throws Rebel in the face again Of King and Cavalier Thus Prosp'rous mischief makes it good Against all Law and Reason Not to spill Royal Loyal Blood But to be conquer'd's Treason Five months ago June 20. 1648. our mighty States Were pleas'd to vote No King But two months since to act new Cheats Their Votes the Changes ring 'T is time the Bells of Westminster Chime Backwards and retire To quench the Flame whenas we heat The Kingdom 's all on fire But yet it seems they make a stand And cry it is no matter What need they care for Fire on Land Whose Journey lies by Water GOD send them Ships fair Winds and Tide With Passage quick and good Or else I fear to scourge our pride They 'll swim through Seas of Blood The Holy War goes on apace Yet brings the Saints no Pay In triumph now they ne'er say Grace But onely Fast and Pray They many an hungry Conquest get But no Thanksgiving Dinners The City knows they scorn to eat With Publicans and Sinners The Members cannot spare one Meal Their Bags lie seal'd in Town What though they broke the Kings great Seal They 'll not undo their own The Country bids them starve or hang They 'll be no more kept under The Cavaliers will soundly bang Them all and spoile their Plunder Reformation thou Stalking-Horse Of our Hip-shotten State Th' Appendix of the Publick Purse And Midwife of our Fate 'T was Thou and Beldame-Conscience first That set the world a madding And you your selves like Cain accurst Have ever since been gadding Pox take th' unlucky Cause for me It is a wild Vagary The Bane of Boon society For that first rais'd Canary Poor Sinners now must snap a crust Ye deadly sev'n farewel For since y' are all Excis'd we must Pay dear to purchase Hell What though the Factions are agreed The Kingdom still to cheat Do what they can it is decreed The King shall come and treat Come from the Dungeon to the Throne Great Charles and quell the rage Of th' Iron world with Thee alone Revives the Golden Age. Those very Saints which joy'd thy Fall And said thy day was done Will now like Persian-Pagans all Adore the Rising-Sun No more wrapt up in Clouds remain Secluded from the Nation May Thou and Thine shine bright and reigâ—… A Glorious Constellation It is decreed Great Prince thy Fate Shall check their damned Plots Though London jade it for the State And bandies at the Scots The Presbyters now fain would ride And shew us t' other Feat Therefore to quell the Saints high pride They say the King shall treat Were he in their hands the Town 's their own The Houses too must work To vote the Independents down And mount the Rascal Kirk Away ye juggling palty Crew Of well-affected Knaves Rather then free your Sov'raign you Your selves will live like Slaves Stand to 't ye Lords we 'll stand to you And clip the Commons wings Let not the Lev'ling Rascal-Crew Thus domineer like Kings The Lower is the Upper-House And hath been so seven years Your Votes they value not a Lowse Ye Antichristian Peers They give you many a Ratling Peal And bait you one by one For should a Treaty take their Zeal And Saintships are undone My Lords of Gotam not of Greece Your wisdoms I shall sing And sell you all for pence apiece If you reject your King No Camel like the London breed To drudge pray pay and feast In Body and in Purse to bleed O 't is a patient Beast If you 'll needs pray pray stay at home Tell GOD your sad condition 'T is Popish to the Saints to come And put up your Petition This wondrous Idol of the States The Stomach hath of Bell Like Moloch it Mankind doth eat And quick devours like Hell As th' Horse-Leech Give it ever cries And rages like the Dragon As the old Serpent it is wise But it must fall like Dagon Would you know why the Plague hath ceas't These last sev'n years now spent Because GOD knows no greater Pest Than this same Parliament 1648. How many thousands hath it swept Of Bodies Souls and Gold King Church and People none except Have all been bought and sold Our merry Pipes for Trumpets shrill Our Tabers chang'd to Drums Princes are brav'd by Jack and Gill Wat Tilers and Tom Thums 'T is time those Bags which caus'd the War Should make the War to cease For the States Musick is to jar But our best Musick 's Peace Now shall the King enjoy his own And that new Vertue Treason Whereby the Saints do claim the Crown Be baffled with high Reason Great Charles thy Vertues I desire Not Solomons nor his Stores For who can tell most to admire His Wisdom or his Whores His Vices so eclips'd his Grace That wranglers cannot tell Whether as yet they may him place In Heaven or in Hell But all that was in him Divine And more to Thee is giv'n That where so many Graces shine A Prison must be Heav'n Another Blow will not the Scot And Loyal English do Sure Jove himself is of the Plot An Independent too Is he a King and will he see Rebels assault the Crown Had they but hands to reach 't is he Should next resigne his own Is he a God and shall this Tribe Go on as they begin Atheists will say They do him bribe For Priviledge to sin If these be Saints 't is vain indeed To think there 's Good or Evil The world will soon be of this Creed No God no King no Devil Of all those Monsters which we read In Africk Inde or Nile None like to those now lately bred Within this wretched Isle The Cannibal the Tygre fell Croc'dile and Sycophant The Turk the Jew and Infidel Make up an English Saint By these were Lisle and Lucas crown'd Two Worlds both great and good For Men Arts Arms were all nere drown'd I' th' Deluge of their blood The Trump of Fame's too low and weak That of the General Doom Is onely fit their praise to speak The World to be their Tomb. The Treaty holds and some men are Convinc'd the Wars will cease Fond Folk To think the Men of War Will e'er endure a Peace Go bid the Scot quit English Ground The Swede the German Air Holland obey the Spanish Crown The Pope leave Peter's Chair Woo the great States-man to his Grave Preach
all that this Rabble would allow her was not so much as to have one private Chappel for her self nor one Priest to serve GOD according to her own Conscience She finding her hopes frustrated and her self so much deluded endeavours to recal her Authority she takes up Arms they oppose her combat her beat her out of her Kingdom she flees into England for refuge they follow her with Invectives thrust jealousie into the Queen of England's Bosome concerning her whereupon she was consined and after a long and tedious imprisonment put to death Thus King James having put a period to his Discourse directed to Dr. Reynolds Knewstubs and the rest turns to the Bishops and closes his Oration with this Animadversion Wherefore my Lords I thank you for my Supremacie for if it were at these mens disposals I am very sensible what would become of it If you desire to be satisfi'd concerning their dealings with King James her Son Father to the Martyr CHARLES the First of blessed memory you may finde it in his Basilicon Doron Crebrae adversus me in Tribunitiis Conscionibus Calumniae spargebantur non quod ordinem aliquod designassem sed quia Rex eram quod omni crimine pejus habebatur Are these men fit to make good Subjects Did they not convene him and catechize him like a School-boy Did he not protest unto his son Henry that he hated their proud and haughty carriage ever since he was ten years of age Did he not say That Monarchy and Presbytery agreed like GOD and the Devil And have not we found it so if we consider the carriage of our new-fangled Presbyterians in England to CHARLES the First his Son But alas I am mistaken they fasted and pray'd preached and writ against it praying for a diversion of all such black intentions and yet the Presbyterian took the Scepter out of his hand in taking away the Militia of which it was an Emblem cast down his Throne by depriving him of his Negative Voice took his Crown the Fountain of Honour off his head by denying those Honour on whom he had worthily conferred it without them took away his Supremacy signifi'd by the sacred Unction wherewith he was anointed in denying him the Liberty of his Conscience in the point of Episcopacie and Church-government nor would they treat a minute with their King till they had made him acknowledge himself guilty as they say of all the blood that had been spilt throughout his Dominions and notwithstanding all the Concessions on his part that could possibly be granted even to the very grating of his Princely Conscience when he bid them ask flesh from his bones and he would not deny it if it might in any measure redound to the benefit of his people praying that he might keep his Conscience whole the Queen Regent of all good mens actions and he hoped there were none would force this Queen before him in his house as Ahasuerus said to Haman yet not withstanding all this was it voted unsatisfactory so long till the Independent Army came from Edinborougb surprized and murdered him He that said The Presbyterian held him down by the Hair while the Independents cut off his Head said true enough They murdered him as a King before ever they murdered him as a Man And when time serves the Philosopher's Maxime will pass for good and currant Logique at Court Qui vult media adfinem vult etiam ipsum finem He that wills the means conducing to the end wills also the end it self Ergo will the Royalists say since the Presbyterian put such courses in practise as tended to the King's ruine they certainly intended it and are as deeply guilty as others Nay may not the Independent say You took off his Authority and we took off his Head you made him no King and we made him no Body you made him a Man of Blood and we treated him accordingly Therefore at your doors O ye Presbyterian Hypocrites his innocent Blood is lay'd nor is it any other then your Actions have been all along and those committed by your Ancestors to former Princes and Kings But sure there is some Excuse remaining they fought for Religion I wonder when the Church did change her Weapons Must Prayers and Tears be turn'd into Pike and Musquet Did GOD refuse to have his Temple built by David a Man after his own Heart because onely his hands were bloody And will he now condescend to have his Church repair'd and her Breaches made up with Skulls and Carcasses Must Blood be tempered with the Mortar that must binde the Stones of his Temple in Unity Or are the smitings of Brethrens strokes fit to polish her Stones withal Hath GOD refused the soft voice to remain in thunder Or hath his Spirit left the gentle posture of descending down upon his Apostles to the approaching of a mighty and rushing winde To go about the reforming of a Church by humane strength is quite as opposite to the nature of Reformation as is the going about the repairing of a Castle-Wall with a Needle and Thred He that looks to finde such inestimable goodness within Iron-sides may as well expect to finde a Pearl in a Lobster No no the Church must not be defended with Helmets the Resisters of blows but with Miters which have received the cleft already not by broken Pates but by cloven Tongues not by Men clad in Buff but by Priests cloathed with Righteousness Decisions in matters of Faith must not be determined by Armour of proof nor did the Sword of the Spirit ever make way to the Conscience by cutting through the Flesh He therefore who takes up Arms against his Soveraign with pretences of defending his Religion doth but take such courses as are condemned by the same Religion he would defend and indeed he doth but make Religion his stalking-Horse to blinde him whilst he aims at that which he would have least suspect him which when he hath effected he means to get up upon the Horse and ride him at his pleasure they pretend the good of the Church and intend nothing more but the Goods thereof and like dissembling Lapwings make a shew of being nearest the Nest when they are farthest off it But they fought for Liberty These are piaefraudes Religiosi doli pious Frauds religious Deceits for pray what Liberties did they fight for If for Liberty of Conscience What do you mean thereby If by Liberty of Conscience you mean That it shall be lawful for every one to make a free choice of his own Religion or to be of his own Opinion these are things which we ought not to have much less to fight for for then let us not blame every Painim that bakes his cake to the queen of heaven or every ignorant Votary who creeps to his own Image or makes his own Idol for in this kind of liberty we do but sacrifice unto the net wherein we see our selves caught and burn incense to the drag
all things new it began to be much extoll'd and admir'd and the fame thereof spreading in England as well as other parts wrought in many of our Country-men an itching desire to go thither and instruct themselves in the Nature and Customs of the Government where of Spectators they soon became Proselytes and returning home with new affections look'd with an Eye of Disdain upon the Bishops as if themselves had indeed found out the Pattern in the Mount because forsooth the words Presbytery Elder Deacon and Assembly c. sound more Gospel-like then Diocess Church-warden Arch-deacon and High-Commission c. With these Terms the * Maxima pars vulgi capitur Ambagibus ordinary sort of Religious Persons not able to see through the Shell of words into the Kernell or substance of the business were easily led to a belief of high matters whereas this new form like the Trojan Horse brought an Army of Mischiefs in the belly of it which have of late years been sufficiently discovered For immediately after the Episcopal Form was abolished here as corrupt and Antichristian the chief Sticklers of the Presbyterian Faction began to shew their Teeth and sitting in an Assembly cheek by jole with the Parliament intermedled with their Affairs laboured to twist their Church-Discipline with the interest of State claimed in their open Pleas Discourses and their Confession of Faith a Power in themselves distinct from the Civil and demanded the voting of this in both Houses as Jure Divino that so by degrees they might creep till they had got to such a height that none should be sole Lords and Masters but they and their Confederates These and many other pranks they play'd in hope to erect their intended Domination And though being often required they were never able to shew their Pedegree from the Apostles or derive the Lincaments of their Form from the Body of the Scripture yet they prest it on still and wanted not their Party in Parliament with the assistance of the Scots whose Interest it was to second them But all is blasted and their specious pretences found out to be nothing but Hypocrisie and Dissimulation Yet were there perpetually when they found their Cause to falter Presbyterian Juglings in private Murmurings abroad and Mutinies in the Pulpit such well-acted Lamentations for the glory of the Kirk departing and the loss of their Diana that every Prayer was a Stratagem and most Sermons meer Plots against the Government they lived under Thus the nature of their Designe being discovered give me leave in the next place to manifest the vanity of their Hopes that if men will not forbear for shame of its hypocrisie they may yet in consideration of the many sad Consequents which may follow For though they use all possible means to draw in the Royal Party to their own yet it can never be effected for the Royalists look upon them still and that not without apparent reason as the Authors of their misery for they reduc'd our most sacred King CHARLES the first Diminutione Capitis in the condition of a Captive they spoil'd him as a King before others executed him as a private Man they depriv'd him of his Earthly Crown and kept him languishing whereas a reverend Father of the Church says * See the Irish Bishop's Sermon at the Hague in print Others were more courteous in sending him to an Heavenly As for the inconveniences which the Presbyterian Designe would bring upon the whole Nation guess at them by these following Particulars Besides the many Mischiefs it would bring upon the Nation in general the Royalist can no ways be content with it nor indeed have they any Reason sort being absolutely destructive to Regal Dignity It never was embraced yet by any one Nation in a National Form but by Scotland this as * See the Case of the Kingdom stated Anno 1647. One observed was done in the Miriority of King James when the Scotch Lairds and Clergy doing all as they listed at length parted stakes though the Clergy then got and still hold the better that when be came to age he found the Fable of Ixion's Juno moraliz'd upon himself for as he embraced a Cloud in stead of a Goddess so the King when he thought to grasp his Scepter laid hold on a Manacle which kept his hands so fast during his abode there that he could never act but what they pleas'd to let him according to their own Directory of Church and State And in process of time this Heat of Presbytery proved such an Hectique in the Body politick of Scotland that the substance of Kingly power was utterly consumed and nothing left as we see at this day but the bare Bones the very Skeleton of Monarchy But 't is taken pro confessa the Presbyterian would have a King yet such a one as should only bear the Name a Scare-Crow of Royalty and he does pretend to maintain the Monarchical Form yet actually destroys the very Fundamentals of Monarchy Now what prejudice will it be to us if this Discipline should take for besides though this mad Presbyterian Form destroys Bishops and clips the wings of Regality it will not be so contented but intrench also upon the Gentry in their own Lordships by a strange way of Parochial Tyranny and bring all People into the condition of meer Gally-slaves while the blinde Priests fit at stern and their Hackney-Dependents the Elders hold an Oar in every Boat Now were these Priests seated here 〈◊〉 they are in Scotland in a sure Succession as it hath been long since * See the Case of the Kingdom stated Vt supra observed in Print a correspondency being cherished between a Clergy of the same Garb and Humour in both Countryes they might finely toss Thunderbolts of Excommunication on both sides to gratifie each other and so be able to terrifie all persons that durst be averse in either Nation and promote such onely to places of Honor and Profit whose poorer spirits will vassalize their Genius to serve the ends of the Kirk-Domination And this it was that at first caused so much bauling about the Covenant Besides one Reason more why Presbytery is so much destructive is because of the * In ordine ad spiritualia Popish Trick taken up by the Presbyterian Priests in drawing all secular Affairs within the compass of their spiritual Jurisdiction And this they do by means of that awe wherein they pretend to hold the Consciences of Magistrate and People the one being lyable as well as the other by Suspensions and Excommunications to be exploded at pleasure as scandalous sinners This appears by that large extent of their Authority in judging of scandalous sins which reaches almost to every action of humane life so that all the people besides their Favourites from the Counseller to the Begger must at every Turn stoop like Asses to be ridden by them and their Arbitrary Assemblies Now therefore considering what the Nature and Designe
certainly on Sunday but he will be sure to feast on Friday His opinion has turned his zeal into madness and distraction and out of his blind and uncharitable pride censures and scorns others as Reprobates or out of obstinacy fills the world with brawlings about undeterminable Tenents and being once elated with the pride of his Faction doth so contemn all others that he does infringe the Laws of humane society He 's a saint of the new Translation or if you please a sainted Salamander that lives in the flames of Zeal A stubble-goose that hath fed high in this Harvest of Reformation the prime Gandee of the factions flock An Apocryphal piece of University-Mummery a holy Pick-lock that can open mens consciences and pick the purse of the City with ease and dexterity A Gun-powder Politician that loves to make Fire-works for the destruction of the Loyalist A Divine Squib-crack The meek man of God or the hypocrite in grain An University-Canker-worm A grievons Plunderer of the saints in Church-windows A right Pharisaical Jew one that will compass sea and land to make a Proselyte A pious Pulpit-Cuffer A deadly spit-fire Such a stubborn lump of sanctified flesh that you may as soon perswade the Scot to forsake his craft the Jew his avarice or the Pope St. Peters Chair as the Presbyter to leave off his Fanatick Whimsies In fine he is so much Knave that 't is nonsence to call him Fool. I could make it appear how all seditions almost and rebellions in Scotland have been set a foot or fomented by this Government Presbyterian how neighborly Feuds have been encreased and entertained how monies collected for the relief and support of Geneva were by the chief Gamaliels and Presbyters interverted employed to raise and pay souldiers to aid and assist the Earl of Bothwel and his complices in Rebellion against the King I fear I have wearied you already the subject is everlasting and I am weary of it If I should give account of the late practises and tenets of this late Covenant it were possible to let you see that it hath far exceeded all the mischiefs ever their forefathers did although they tread in the same footsteps To shut up all give me leave in the close to give the Articles of their Apostatical Creed inconsistent with Monarchy which they hold as the twelve Articles of the Apostolical Symbole I will touch onely the prime of those for their other Articles they are so many and of so vast an extent abounding in Negatives that as King James saith well He that would keep them is not able to retain them in his brain but must keep them in a Table-book The Articles of the Dogmatical Presbyterian Faith inconsistent with Monarchy Their Dogmatical Creed 1. THey preach and maintain that the Church is the house of God the civil policy and Government are onely the hangings 2. Next they believe all Ministers are pari consortio honoris potestatis praediti that there must be a parity in the Church Joyn these two together and you have a fair way for Democracy 3. They vindicate to themselves and their Consistory a soveraign compleat universal independent power in all things spiritual that concern salvation they have not onely the directive power but the Legislative also and all temporal things in order to salvation and religion come within the verge of their Scepter All soveraign power wheresoever you fix it whether in one as in a Monarchy or in few as in an Aristocracy or in many or all by vicissitudinary turns have onely the Executive power to do as they command and is bound to preserve by its power Laws and Arms their sacred and Coelestial priviledges and soveraignty 4. Whatsoever Laws civilly enacted by King or Parliament they conceive to be against the Laws of the Kingdom of Christ by their native proper intrinsecal right immediately derived from Christ they may repeal and make void discharge the subject to obey them They may decree not onely different Laws of their own from the standing Laws of the Kingdom but contrary contradictory and destructive of them And have withal so much co-active power that if obedience be denyed to the Laws of this soveraignty they can destroy the Souls of the subjects by delivering them over to Satan 5. No Minister preaching in Pulpit sedition or treason or railing at King Council the prime Judges is accountable or punishable by King Parliament Council or any Judicatory whatsoever but from all he may appeal to the Sanhedrim and Consistory as the sole and proper competent Judge 6. What Corroboration or civil Confirmation or Sanction they demand of the King which he is able to do civilly for they will give him no formal interest in any sacred or religious thing he is bound to grant it and to obey them as Christs immediate Vicegerents otherwise they may excommunicate him 7. Reformation and preservation of Religion especially to prescribe the way and orders for reformation is solely theirs 8. The King is bound to put their orders in execution but if neither He nor his Council nor his Parliament will do it the inferior Judges the Nobles the Commons nay every individual man to his utmost power at their direction are bound to do it 9. That they may without warrant of supreme authority assemble where and when they will for God and Christs cause and for the liberty and peace of subject and Kingdom in ordine ad spiritualia and there they may covenant together swear and subscribe for the glory of God the advancement of Religion and conspire and combine in a mutual defence one of another in this holy Cause and League 10. They teach and maintain that all soveraignty and Majesty in a King is originally immediately and properly derived from the Community and that onely by way of a fiduciary trust so that it is habitually and radically still in the people and the King hath no greater portion or proportion then he hath by the first popular fundamental constitution And in case of deficiency the collective body may supply in Church or State the defects of his Government For male-administration the King is censurable for ernormous errours he is deposable and they may disinherit his posterity 11. That a defensive War is lawful against a bad King or a weak King seduced by malignant counsel 12. They may oppose and resist all his Officers and Commissioners by force and violence if they come to execute his illegal commands and if he will be so obstinate that he will come in arms against these good Christians they resist not his authority but his will not his office but his person Besides their practise upon these grounds is to bring all cases all causes under their cognition and judgement sub formalitate scandali by which the King is robbed of his sacred prerogative the Judges of their authority and all subjects of their right and quiet The rest of their extravagant Maximes inconsistent with Monarchy and
the peace of Government are reduceable to those heads Thus not intending hereby to reproach any person particularly whatsoever I have writ This but to lay open to the world how dangerous a Government this is not onely for Monarchy but for all Governments whatsoever and that our eyes being opened we may chuse rather to endure any torment temporary then to enter into this treacherous and damnable Covenant destructive to Religion King Church Peace of all and the liberty of the subject To swear to these things as established de jure divino and to put on poor people to act treason and rebellion making them believe they are Confessors and Martyrs If this gives the Reader any satisfaction I have what I desire If he doubt of the truth of anything I hope I am able to make all here good by faithful and autnentick Records or Testimony of such as are worthy of râ—ust God save his Church our King and Realm from this Scourge and give us Peace and Truth AMEN FINIS A SHORT HISTORY Of the English Rebellion Compiled in VERSE BY MARCHAMONT NEDHAM AND Formerly extant in His Weekly Mercurius Pragmaticus LONDON Printed in the Year 1661. A short HISTORY Of the ENGLISH REBLLION WHenas we liv'd in peace GOD wot A King would not content us But we forsooth must hire the Scot To all-be-Parliament us Then down went King and Bishops too On goes the holy Wirk Betwixt them and the Brethren blew T' advance the Crown and Kirk But when that these had reign'd a time Robb'd Kirk and sold the Crown A more religious sort up climbe And crush the Jockies down But now we must have Peace again Let none with fear be vext For if without the King these raign Then heigh down they go next A Peace a Peace the Country cries Or else we shall be undone For this brave War we thank the wise Confiding Men of London Sure now they may as well as we Know how to value Quiet When th' Army comes their Guests to be For a twelvemonths Cash and Diet. Free Quarter is a tedious thing And so is the Excise None can deliver us but the King From this damn'd Dutch Device The Parliament hath serv'd seven years True vengeance then we see Upon feign'd Jealousies and Fears For yet they are not free Long Peace a Plenty did beget And Plenty brought forth Pride Through Pride to Faction men were set In Parties to divide The new-form'd Priests first led the way And said it was no sin By force to drive the King away And draw the City in The Lords and Commons they consent To what each Rabbi saith And so the Catholick down went T' advance the publick Faith This brought a War and Taxes on T' inslave a free-born People And now the work is thus far gone Next have at Crown and Steeple Our wise Reformers brave and gay Have ta'en a goodly course To fight to feast to fast and pray And milk each honest Purse The Crown 's Revenue goes to wrack While they sing Hymns and Psalms And rather then themselves will lack The King must live on Alms. We are the learned Synod says The Church of England's Nurse Who make them bless the Sabbath-days And all the week to curse The Plough stands still and Trade is small For Goods Lands Towns and Cities Nay I dare say the Devil and all Pays Tribute to Committees A Scot and Jesuite joyn'd in hand First taught the World to say That Subjects ought to have command And Princes to obey These both agree'd to have no King The Scotchman he cries further No Bishop 't is a godly thing States to reform by Murther Then th' Independent meek and sly Most lowly lies at lurch And so to put poor Jocky by Resolves to have no Church The King dethron'd the Subjects bleed The Church hath no abode Let us conclude they 're all agreed That sure there is no GOD. Our States-men though no Lunaticks No Wizards nor Buffoons Have shewn a hundred Changeling-Tricks In less then three New Moons The Devils foot is cleft men speak And so GOD knows are they The Factions rule by fits then take Their turns and run away They vote unvote and vote with noise What they cry'd down before As ready as if London-Boys Were knocking at the dore To day an Independ out-side And then a Scotch to morrow Thus shuffle and cut they do divide Our Wealth whilst we know sorrow O happy Treason See how Wealth Is made their Heaven They swell With Pride and live by Blood and Stealth As if there were no Hell No Sadduces but must confess Those Monsters which are told In Story are risen now no less Prodigious then of old Both Cain and Judas back are come In Vizards most divine GOD bless us from a Pulpit-Drum And a preaching Catiline They feed upon a Kingdoms Curse And prey upon a King The Dev'l provide a second Course And then a Voyder bring Now CHARLES thy Conquest is compleat And all the World shall see That GOD which guides the Royal Scot Will thy Avenger be O House of Commons House of Lords Amend before September For 't is decreed your Souldiers swords Shall then you All-dismember But like fair Chapmen 't was well done To give you time and day To cast accompts for one by one They will you soundly pay The Kingdom all in pieces torn Your time is fairly spent To make your selves a very scorn Your King but Jack-a-Lent Now now we see 't was for the Crown The Houses both did fight For since the Cavaliers are down They put the King to flight The Adjutators stern and proud Said He should have no Quarter Because he is a King and vow'd To make the Saint a Martyr Their Officers cry'd Hail O King The rest made mocks and scorns The Houses vinegar did bring And all did plat the thorns Thus crucifi'd Great CHARLES did live As dead is gone away For Resurrection GOD will give A new Cor'nation day Rouze up King Charles hath mist the snare Laid for his Royal Feet Let th' Adjutators now take care Each for his Winding-sheet The Army rendezvouzed are And do they know not what The Scots and they are like to jan Let us thank GOD for that The Houses know not what to think The Ciâ—…'s horn-madded be They must be whipt until they stink A joyful sight to see Thus Cavaliers cast up your Caps And tell the Rebels plain That Charles in spight of all their traps Shall shortly rule again For Liberty and Priviledge Religion and the King We fought But O! the Golden Wedge That is the onely Thing There lies the Cream of all the Cause Religion is but Whig Pure Priviledge eats up the Laws And cries For Kings a Fig. The Houses may a Christmas keep The Countrymen a Lent The Citizens like silly sheep Must fast and be content Then where is Liberty I pray With Justice Truth and Right Sure they and Conscience fled away With Charles to th' Isle of
Gospel to the Jews To Turks that Mahomet's a Knave Platonick Love to Stews Let Citizens loath sacred things Presbyters pride and ease When these are done make Saints love Kings And then we may have Peace See in what glory Charles now sits With Truth to conquer Treason And prove he is the King of Wits The World Himself and Reason Angels bear witness GOD looks down The Graces too attend Sure none but Devils then will frown Upon a blessed end Ten hundred thousand Loyal Hearts All bleeding at his Fate As many Wishes from all parts Flie round his Chair of State Come then ye dirty Sainted Elves Worse then Church-window paint By this fair Glass abhor your selves Learn here to be a Saint The King the four great Bills must pass And none but Saints be free Th' Irish and Cavaliers alas Must th' onely Rebels be New Lords new Laws new Saints are we Religion's in fine pickle When 't is resolv'd the Church shall be A three-years Conventicle Militia too they needs must gain Those pretty carnal Tools For Pauls old Weapons they disdain As fit for none but Fools Thus Royally Charles lets to Lease Lays Sword and Scepter down To shew he values Us and Peace Above a glorious Crown Give me the Dragons Gall for Ink His sting to be my Pen To blast the Scot and make him stink Werse then the Dregs of men See now the Reformation-Wirk For which they made us bleed Is to cashire King Church and Kirk On this and that side I weed Let them with Egypts plagues be crost Yet still find new and worse And since I have Jobs patience lost Give me his skill to curse At Home and Hell may they e'er dwell And for quick passage thither As they have juggled all full well So may they hang together Let me be Turk or any thing But a Scotch Calvinist First he damn'd Bishops next his King Now he cashires his Christ Gude faith Sir they the Pulpit bang But let their Gospel down For the old Saviour needs must gang Now a new one's come to town The Saints whom once their mouths did curse Dear Brethren are and Friends Which proves their Zeal a Stalking-horse For Knavish-godly ends Then rail no more at Antichrist But learn ye to be â—…vil And since ye have King Cromwel kist Shake hands too with the Devil Since they have damn'd all Saints of old No new shall be for me Like Jews they worship Gods of Gold Their King they crucifie Were he the King of Kings his Crown Could not be safe from Foes Like Jesuites they no Gospel own But Murther and Depose Like Turks their Heav'n lies all in Sence In Wenches Tarts and Gelly No Hell they fear when parted hence They serve no God but Belly All this and more by Jove is true If they the Treaty cease To juggle with the Lev'lling Crew That cry No King No Peace No Lord no Knight no Gentleman For Honours now are Crimes The Saints will form us if they can All to the Frim'â—ive times Brave days when Adam was a King Without Crown Lands or Riches So stript of Royal Robes they 'll bring Great Charles to Fig-leave Breeches Princes with Plowmen rankt shall pass Ladies like the first Woman Must spin or else be turn'd to Grass Now all things are in common Thus Cov'nanting and Levelling Three Kingdoms have o'erthrown And made all fellows with their King A Foot-ball of the Crown Tell me thou Presbyterian Ass Why thou at first didst jar Thy peevish Plea No Bishops was The first ground of the War Next to thy shame thou didst combine With the Sectarian Routs Our Charles should be no King of thine Or but a King of Clouts Both King and Bishops thus exil'd The Saints not yet content Now with fresh flames of Zeal grow wild And cry No Parliament Well may we then this Maxime prove Treason no end can know But levels at the Gods above As well as those below Hark how for Peace the Kingdom groans That warr'd they knew not why Yeild then or else the very stones Will out against you cry For shame ye Bastard-saints give o'er Or else the world will think Your Mother is great Babels Whore If blood you love to drink The State 's grown fat with Orphans Tears Whilst Widows pine and moan And tender Conscience in sev'n years Is turn'd t' a heart of stone Return hard hearts the Treaty ends Our breasts with Hope do swell Your Bags are full then let 's be friends Or bid the World Farewel No Gods above nor Gods below Our Saints I see will own Allegiance is Rebellion now Treason to wear a Crown Nor King nor Parliament will please 'T is Gospel to rebel Nay they 'll Remonstrate against Peace Be it in Heav'n or Hell Pluto beware to thee they come When here their work is done For they 'll break loose and beat up Drum And storm thee in thy Throne Then John-a-Leyden Nol and all Their goblin ghostly Train Brave Rebel-Saints triumphant shall Begin their second Reign Brave Reformation now I see London's a blessed place To find the Saints their Quarters free And nurse the Babes of grace Oh may they suck and drain them quite Whose thousands caus'd these Curses For the tame Slaves will never fight Till they have empty Purses Come then ye lowsie wanton Wags Of sainted Chevalry And free their poor condemned Bags That groan for Liberty March on boon Blades here 's store of Cash Their King they will not pity Then spur them on and soundly lash These Dull-men of the City Dull Cuckolds we are dainty Slaves And well may be content When thirty Fools and twenty Knaves Make up a Parliament They banish all men in their Wits Vote King Lords all Offenders And authorize the phrentick Fits Of our long-sword State-Menders 'T is Nol's own Brew-house now I swear The Speaker's but his Skinker Their Members are like th' Council of War Car-men Pedlers and Tinkers Fine Journey-Junto pretty Knack None such in all past Ages Shut shop for now the godly Pack Will next pay you your Wages Gone are those Golden Days of yore When Christmas was an High-day Whose sports we now shall see no more 'T is turn'd into Good-Friday Now when the King of Kings was born And did salvation bring They strive to crucifie in scorn His Vice-Roy and their King Since th' ancient Feast they have put down No new one will suffice But the choice Dainties of a Crown Princes in sacrifice No Powers are safe Treason 's a Tilt And the mad Sainted-Elves Boast when the Royal Blood is spilt They 'll all be Kings themselves Like jolly Slaves ye goodly Knaves We 'll bid th' old year Adieu Old Sack and things must pass away And so shall all your new Now for a No-King or a New For th' old they say shall pack The new may serve a year to view Like an old Almanack New Houses new for th' old ones dote And have been thrice made Plunder The Saints do vote and act by rote And are a Nine-days-wonder Then let us chear this merry New-year For Charles shall wear the Crown 'T is a damn'd Cause that damns the Laws And turns all up-side down FINIS