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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A66746	Campo-musæ, or The field-musings of Captain George VVither touching his military ingagement for the King ann [sic] Parliament, the justnesse of the same, and the present distractions of these islands.	Wither, George, 1588-1667.	1643 (1643)	Wing W3145; ESTC R222288	41,516	83

House almost in ev'rie place With Cries and Teares and Loud-complaints we meet And each one thinks his own the saddest case But what are private Losses while we view Three famous Kingdoms wofully expos'd To miserable Ruine and so few Lament that plague wherewith we are inclos'd My self and my estate I shall contemne Till we in freedome sing our Syon-Songs Till we have peace in our Ierusalem And Church and State have what to them belongs For what to these are Oxen Sheep and Kine Or any losse that is but your or mine But how should we have Peace or Consolation Whence can it come whilst each of us neglects The meanes of such a blessed expectation And from bad Causes looks for good effects Who yet repents who all alone bewailes His private sins Or since this Tempest rose Hath taken down one furle of his proud failes That we the publike Vessell might not lose Few of us yet have truely laid aside Our Self-conceit our Envies or our Spleene Our Avarice our Wilfulnesse or Pride And doubtlesse whilst among us these are seene In vaine we hope our miseries will cease In vaine we look for Comfort Truth or Peace Give me Oh God! give me those moving teares Those deep-fet sighes and those prevailing groanes Which may have powre to pierce through all the Spheres And fetch downe Pitie for distressed-ones Give me enough for one that would deplore The sins of three great Nations and lament For his own share a little world-full more Which he too long deferred to repent Give me those Teares that acceptable be Such as on Syons evil day were shed Such as in bottles are preserv'd by thee Such as were dropt when Lazarus was dead Such as if Teares might so much virtue have May three great Kingdoms from destruction save Help us to that Peace-Offring whence may fume Into thy nostrils that sweet-smelling savour Whereby thy Majestie may re-assume These Kingdoms once again into thy favour With holy Charmes thou hast delighted bin For when in mournfull Elegies to thee The Son of Iesse did bewaile his sin From all his guilt thy grace did set him free Why may not then to me for whose example Thy Spirit hath his piety recorded Having within my heart thy Inner-Temple Compos'd a Song like mercie be afforded In hope it shall to thee O Gracious-God My Spirit groaneth forth this mournfull Ode ALas how darkesome be How gloomy and how dim Thy Privic-lodgings LORD in me Which Ioy was wont to trim What Ghosts are they that haunt The Chambers of my breast And when I sleep or comfort want Will give my heart no rest Me thinks the sound of grones Are ever in mine eare Deepe-graves Deaths-heads and Charnel-bones Before me still appear And when a sleep I fall In hope to finde some ease My dreames to me are worst of all And fright me more then these Ah me why was I borne So late or why soone To see so bright so cleare a Morne So black an Afternoone What in my youth I fear'd What was long since foretold And oft with scornes and sleightings heard Fulfild I now behold The Queene of Europes Iles The Princesse of her Lands Late happy in thy loving smiles Now neer to ruine stands For by their Crying-sins Prince Peers and People too Have brought their feet into those Gins Which no man can undoe Our Cunningst-wits have tride To help untwist the Snare But when they thought the cords would slide They more insnarled were And since it is not words That can our Peace restore We now betake us to our Swords And make the mischief more How great is our distresse How grievous is our sin That eve'ry thing doth more increase The Plague that we are in There is yet LORD in thee A meanes of ease and aid Whereby we sav'd from that might be Whereof we are afraid O God! thy helpe command For humane helpes are vaine And in compassion to this Land Returne thou once again And if so much regard May to my suit be showne Let me behold this Tempest clear'd Before my Sun go down O LORD return with mercy to these Lands Give not thy Glory over to the Foe Leave not thy Churches in their bloodie hands Who seek in this thy Kingdoms overthrow Returne before our Spoilers hand have laid On ev'rie pleasant ev'ry pretious thing Before the Lyons on thy Lambs have preyd Before they shall thy Flocks to ruine bring Before our habitations do appeare Like heaps of Rubbish or the ploughed earth Before our pleasant fields and gardens are Like Fornace-Fels or Highlands in the North And e're our palaces late neat and trim Are made the walks and haunts of Zim and Iim Once more once more oh GOD in mercie heare These miserable Pleas of whose neare fall Their neighb'ring Foes in expectation are And to behold it on each other call Thy foes they are oh LORD as well as our Oh! give not therefore way to their despight Let not their malice nor our sins have powre Upon our Tombes to build up their delight Though they Divide permit them not to Raigne But let our Head and Bodie so accord That we the stronger may be knit againe And in their bosome sheath our angrie Sword For our blest reconcilement further shall Thy Churches triumphs and their Babels fall Their date is neare if I aright have hit The meaning of that Number which by thee Was left to trie the strength of everie wit Which longs the fall of Antichrist to see To Them I turn my speech and thus dare say His Friends and Helpers are now moving on The cunningst plot that they have left to play And when that 's past their game will quite be done Some SAINTS their policie will so beguile That they to their Design shall furth'rance bring Yea they shall help it forward for a while Who favour not the Persons nor the Thing But lest your hearts may faile through long delay Give ear and heed what now my Muse will say That yeer in which ROMES long-liv'd Empeire Shall from the day wherein it was at height Sum up M D C L X V and I In order as these Letters here I write That Yeare that Day that Houre will be the date Of her continuance preserving neither Top Root or Branch of that accursed State Nor Head nor Bodie Limb Horne Claw or Feather For here are all the Numerals of ROME In order as they are in valuation Which cannot make a lesse or greater sum Without Disorder Want or Iteration Nor can she longer stand or sooner fall If I mistake not Him who governs all By Number Weight and Measure worketh He Allotting to each thing the Bound and Season Which may both correspond with his Decree And somewhat also suit with Humane-Reason In AEgypt thus a certain time of stay Was to the seed of Iacob there assign'd Thus likewise to a fore-appointed day The raigne of Baltashazar was confin'd Thus from the time of Daniels supplication Till CHRIST

Remembred be with an heroick fame Balfore and Ramsey Cromwel and D' Albere The Meldroms and he chiefly of that Name Whose worth did in relieving Hul appeare Let mention'd be with honourable-men Much daring Luke and Hazelrig the bold Aldridge Browne Barcley Holborne Harvie Ven Brooke Norton Springer Morly More and Gold To all of these whose worth shall reall be Let reall honours be and be it so To all of good desert unknowne to me Of whom there are I hope some thousands moe Whose memorie shall never be forgot Though here to name them I remember not And if among these Names a Name be found To any man pertaining who is knowne In his affection to this Cause unsound Or who intendeth falshood yet unshowne Let that mans mention and his naming here Instead of hon'ring him a meanes become To make his infamie the more appeare Or his ill purposes divert him from And draw him so sincerely to endeavour The publike safetie that my ignorance Of his first failing may now make him ever Industriously the Rightfull-cause advance And thank his providence who from mine eare Those failings kept whereof some others heare Let them that shall hereafter counted be Most honourable persons never more Be they who shew the longest Pedigree From Kings and Conquerors as heretofore But such as are most worthy and next them Their Off-spring who were Patrons for this Cause And let them share more honour and esteem Then he that his descent from Princes drawes For if it may enoble to be borne Of those who out of avarice or pride From others wrongfully their lands have torne How much more ought they to be dignifide That from the loines of 〈…〉 Whose Swords their Country 〈…〉 And to make full my blessing 〈…〉 Be ev'ry Member of the Parliament Which hath not been unwillingly oppressed With burthens our undoing to prevent Blest be their constancy and blest their paines With safety credit and with consolations And with all blessednesse which appertaines To make them happy through all Generations And blessed be the KING with such a heart And such a resolution to retire To us in love that he may have a part In all that blisse which we our selves desire And that from these our troubles I may raise A Trophie to his honour and GODS praise Before my tongue had finish'd this defence To warrant my ingagement that DELUSION Which had so hotly charg'd me sneaked thence And staid not to give eare to my conclusion Her forces vanished and she with them Consisting chiefly of their Sophistries Who had been prest out of that Academ In which the Magazine of mischief lies It was first founded for a Court of Knowledge A schoole of duties mora'l and divine And to that end had a goodly Colledge To nurse up youth by prudent Discipline But 't was of late a nest of Birds unclean And is now made the Wolves and Lions den My Foe departing I began to sleight His Trenches and the Forts which he had rear'd Those Engines likewise I demolish'd quite That make young souldiers of their force afeard And was at leisure then my selfe to please With other thoughts and thither to retreat Where I might be refresht and take mine ease With such provisions as my men could get My Quarter was the Field my Tent and Bed A well-made Barley-cocke the Canopie And Curtains which to cover me were spread No meaner then the starre-bespangled skie GOD set the Watch the Guard he also kept And without harm or feare I safely slept Next morne before the dawning of the day My heart awoke and warm'd with GODS protection And with his love did praise him and assay To meet him with reciprocall affection My purpose he accepted and descended To imp the wings that mount my contemplation And kindly raised strengthned and befriended My soule by sweet and usefull meditation With musings on things present on things past And things to come he exercis'd my thought Some of his mercies gave my soule a taste Of sin and judgement some the relish brought By some I did my private duties learn And some the Publike-safetie did concern One RAY forth darting from his pow'r divine Whose way of working cannot well be told Infus'd into my heart a high DESIGNE Which with good liking now I might unfold But hark the Trumpet calls me to the field My horses are already at the doore Place to the Sword my Pen againe must yeeld At better leasure I may tell you more To what I further purpose to declare This for an Introduction is prepar'd And if I finde you so well temper'd are That more with hope of profit may be heard I 'le tell you Newes which yet is but a Dreame And VOX PACIFICA shall be my Theame A VOICE not of a Vaine Pacification Form'd out of Ecchoes or uncertaine sounds But of a PEACE of whose blest confirmation There shall be likely Hopes and reall Grounds A VOICE in somewhat imitating his Who to prepare the great MESSIAH'S way Became a Crier in the Wildernesse And to beget Repentance will assay A VOICE that shall prepare the way of Peace A PEACE that shall with Righteousnesse embrace And by their sweet embracements more encrease The Peace of Conscience and the Peace of Grace A PEACE which if my hopes effect I can Shall reconcile us both to GOD and MAN A PEACE not closing up a festring sore To ease but for a while the present smart And making afterward the torments more By spreading mortall Gangreves to the heart A PEACE that by a true-love-knot shall knit Three NATIONS with such nearnesse into ONE That nothing shall have powre to loosen it But wilfull sinne impenitently done A PEACE which to the People and the King Shall if not hindred by some Crying-sin Truth honour wealth powre rest and safety bring And keepe us everlastingly therein This PEACE I seek this Peace that GOD may send My soule doth pray and so these MUSINGS end Sic dixit qui sic cogitavit Et praedicando quod putavit Haud multum neccat si peccavit All the Glorie be to GOD * Brit. Rememb Cant. 1. * Brit. Rememb * To the value of above 1000. l. * Rev. 19. 11. * Rev. 19. 17.