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A16750
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The hate of treason vvith a touch of the late treason / by N.B.
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Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626?
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1616
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STC 3658; ESTC S1520
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THE Hate of Treason VVith a touch of the late Treason By N. B. Printed at London 1616. To the most high and noble Lord the Duke of Lineux health honour and eternall happinesse RIght honourable and my gracious good Lord your apparant true love to his Maiestie with your assured hate to all his enemies hath made me out of my humble hearts love and service to his Maiestie and your Grace to write these few invective lines against the most hatefull and horrible nature of Treason and Traitors I name no person offendant and wish there were no such offence But hoping that God will weede out the wicked and blesse his Maiesty with a world of loving Subiects encrease his love with many such good friends ' as your selfe in prayer for his Maiesties and your long life with health and all hearts happinesse I humbly rest Your Graces in all humble service N. B. To all that love God and the King NObles and Gentlemen and all other his Maiesties loving subiects of what condition soever let me laie before your eies a few invective lines against the horrible nature of Treason and especially against so gracious a King Queene and Prince so honourable a Counsaile and so blessed a State The consideration whereof may make the hearts of all true Christians to tremble to thinke that the Divell had so great a power in the world as to sow so much wickednesse in the hearts of vnhappie men But God that euer is and will be gracious vnto his hath revealed their villanie and so preserved his people as in the preservation of our King and Countrey from the Divell and all his devices hath given iust cause day and night to give glorie to his holie Maiestie to whose Almightie tuition and mercifull goodnesse I leave thee From my lodging in London Your friend as I find cause An Invective against Treason OH what a wretched wicked world is this So little faith in soules or loue in hearts So many minds mind nothing but amisse Thus on this earth can Divels play their parts To poyson soules with such infernall darts Can nothing flow but wealth and wickednesse To drowne the world in all vngodlinesse What mischiefe walkes among the minds of men Will nothing serve their discontented wills Must they needes run into the divels den Are these the scopes of Machiuilian skill That all the world with his infection fills Oh God what divell could in ill go further Then pride in malice practice hellish murther To kill at all is an vnkinde desire To kill a foe is but a bloody fact To kill a friend a heate of hellish fire To kill a neighbour an vngratious act To kill a brother horrors fowle abstract To kill a father too vnnaturall To kill a king the wickedst deede of all For father brother neighbour friend or foe In each of these but few to ruine runne But in a King or Princes overthrow How many thousand thousands are vndone Wo worth the hand that such ill threed hath spun As by the worke of Sathans wickednes A world of Christians should endure distresse But all together King Queene Prince and Peere The Bishop Lord the Iudge the Magistrate When they should all in parliament appeare For the establishing of a blessed state Even then to shew the horror of their hate And by a fire devised for the nonce To teare the house and blowe them vp at once What eare doth heare whose spirit doth not tremble To thinke vpon the horror of this act If all the Divells did in hell assemble Among themselves to make a foule compact How could they finish a more hainous fact Than so to seeke the ruine of a State And leave so faire a Land so desolate But God in heaven who from his seat beholdeth Heav'n earth sea hel what ech one containeth And every thought of every heart vnfoldeth And for his service all and some retaineth Hating the pride his powerful hand disdaineth Hath broke the force of all their wicked frame And made their work vnto the world a shame But of the griefe of griefes in gratious thought To see a villaine on a vertuous King By a secret malice to have murder sought Murder on him and on his after spring What eare hath heard of a more hellish thing Than for a little gaine of prides content To practise murther on the Innocent Our gratious King on whom the King of Grace Hath rainde a showre of his eternall Graces And over vs hath given the Kingly place Of high command command the King of places Ordainde for him and for his royall Races This godly King whom God himself hath sent What do we aile that he cannot content To whom is he a foe but to our foes A neighbour borne and ever found a friend In love a brother and his care who knowes Might as a sonne a fathers love commend And for a King let it be wisely weende And Reasons eies will see that Royalty That will coniure a Christians loyalty Whose proved love hath he left vnregarded Whom but the wicked hath hee ever hated Whose vertuous acts hath he left vnrewarded Whose power but Prides hath ever he abated Whose humble suites hath he left disalated Whose true affect but he in favour graces Whose gratious life but he in love embraces Whose Virgines hath his wanton loue defloured Whose worthy honour hath his scorne disgraced Whose wealth hath he with auarice deuoured Whose loue despised or whose fame defaced Or vertuous person from his place displaced What proued grace but in his grace approued To make his Grace of gratious harts beloued Learnings aduauncer and Religions loue Wisedomes affecter Reasons studient Valours maintainer Vertues Turtle doue Of Maiesty earths royall President Graces companion Honours continent Heau'ns gratious blessing worlds worthy wonder Liue our king Iames to bring earths kingdoms vnder Amen good God and Diuell let them be Who to this prayer will not say Amen Blinde be his eies and let him neuer see Who â—ides himselfe in vtter darkenesse denne And pinnes his thoughts vp in impatience penne Where by the traines of treasons foule illusion He brings both soule and body to confusion Oh t is a woe to thinke vpon the thought That entreth into a defiled heart And with what speede the wit is ouerwrought That once is led to learne the Diuells Arte Who will haue all if once he get a parte Where still one sinne he heapes vpon an other Till he the soule in vtter darkenes smother He makes a King esteemd below his state Murder a Plot where Policie may plod Pride a brave humor Wealth a Magistrate Content a kingdome and a King a God But in these humours heaven and he are odde For good mistaken makes him prove so evill As far from God doth make him prove a devil Oh when a crue of ydle headed wits That think they have a world within their brains To counsaile fall in their fantasticke fits By lacke of grace to lay