and sails before she clings With the young Tribe for Pendants Lace and Rings But there poor totter'd Madam though too late She meets the Topsie-turvey of her State For the caâ—…n'd Boys having nought left to pay Are forc'd to pawn her and so run away On this the dreadful Drawer soon appears Like her ill Genius about her Ears With a long Bill of Items that affright Worse than a Skull of Halberds in the Night For now the Jay's compell'd to untruâ—…s all The tackling upon tick from every Stall Each sharing Broker of her borrow'd Dress Seems to do Penance in her Nakedness For not a Lady of the noble Game But is compos'd at least of all Long-Lane An Animal together blow'd and made And up'd of all the Shreds of every Trade Thus purely now her self homewards she packs Exciz'd in all the Dialects of her knacks Squeez'd to the utmost Thread and latest Grain Like Meteors toss'd to their first grit again A Lane a Lane she comes summ'd down to nought But Shame and a thin-under Petticoat But lest I should pursue her to the quick I pass The Chase lies now too near the Nick. In pity Satyr then thy Lash let fall He knows her best that scans her not at all And though thou seem'st discourteous not to save her No matter when thou leav'st there 's one will have her The Times TO speak in wet-shod Eyes and drowned Looks Sad broken Accents and a Vein that brooks No Spirit Life or Vigour were to own The Crush and Triumph of Affliction And creeping with Themistocles to be The pale-fac'd Pensioners of our Enemy No 't is the Glory of the Soul to rise By Falls and at rebound to pierce the Skies Like a brave Courser standing on the Sand Of some high-working Fretum views a Land Smiling with Sweets upon the distant side Garnish'd in all her gay embroider'd Pride Larded with Springs and fring'd with curled Woods Impatient bounces in the cap ring Floods Big with a nobler Fury than that Stream Of shallow Violence he meets in them Thence arm'd with Scorn Courage ploughs away Through the impostum'd Billows of the Sea And makes the grumbling Surges Slaves to Oar And waft him safely to the further Shoar Where landed in a Soveraign Disdain He turns back and surveys the foaming Main Whiles the subjected Waters flowing reel Ambitious yet to wash the Victor's Heel In such a Noble Equipage should we Embrace th' Encounter of our Misery Not like a Fieâ—… of Corn that hangs the Head For every Tempest every petty Dread Crosses were the best Christians Arms And we That hope a wished Canaan once to see Must not expect a Carpet-way alone Without a Red-sea of Affliction Then cast the Dice Let 's foord old Rubicon Caesar 't is thine Man is but once undone Tread softly though lest Scylla's Ghost awake And us i'th'Roll of his Proscriptions take Rome is revived and the Triumvirate In the black Island are once more a State The City trembles There 's no third to shield If once Augustus to Antonius yield Law shall not shelter Cicero the Robe The Senate Proud Success admits no Probe Of Justice to correct or square the Fate That bears down all as illegitimate For whatsoe'er it lists to overthrow It either finds it or else makes it so Thus Tyranny's a stately Palace where Ambition sweats to climb and nustle there But when 't is enter'd what Hopes then remain There is no Sallyport to come out again For Mischief must rowl on and gliding grow Like little Rivulets that gently flow From their first bubling Springs but still increase And swell their Channel as they mend their Pace Till in a Glorious Tide of Villany They over-run the Banks and posting fly Like th'bellowing Waves in Tumults till they can Display themselves in a full Ocean And if blind Rage shall chance to miss its Way Brings Stock enough alone to make a Sea Thus treble Treasons are secur'd â—…d drown'd By lowder Crys of deeper Mouth and Sound And high Attempts swallow a puny Plot As Canons overwhelm the smaller Shot Whiles the deaf sensless World inur'd a while Like the Catadupi at the Fall of Mile To the fierce tumbling Wonder think it none Thus Custom hallows Irreligion And strokes the patient Beast till he admit The now-grown-light and necessary Bit. But whether do I ramble Gauled Times Cannot indure a smart Hand o'er their Crimes Distracted Age What Dialect or Fashion Shall I assume To pass the Approbation Of thy censorious Synod which now sit High Areopagites to destroy all Wit I cannot say I say that I am one Of th' Church of Ely-house or Abington Nor of those precious Spirits that can deal The Pomegranates of Grace at every Meal No zealous Hemp-dresser yet dipp'd me in The Laver of Adoption from my Sin But yet if Inspiration or a Tale Of a long-wasted six Hours length prevail A smooth Certificate from the Sister-hood Or to be term'd Holy before Good Religious Malice or a Faith ' thout Works Others then may proclaim us Iews or Turks If these these hint at any thing Then then Whoop my dispairing Hope come back agen For since the Inundation of Grace All Honesty 's under Water or in Chase. But 't is the Old Worlds Dotage thereupon We feed on Dreams Imagination Humours and cross-gain'd Passions which now reign 〈◊〉 the decaying Elements of the Brain â—…is hard to coin new Fancies when there be So few that launch out in Discovery Nay Arts are so far from being cherished There 's scarce a Colledge but has lost its Head And almost all its Members O sad Wound Where never an Artery could be judged sound To what a Height is Vice now towred When we Dare not miscall it an Obliquity So confident and carrying such an aw That it subscribes it self no less than Law If this be Reformation then The great Account pursued with so much Bloud and Sweat In what Black Lines shall our sad Story be Deliver'd over to Posterity With what a Dash and Scar shall we be read How has Dame Nature in us suffered Who of all Centuries the first Age are That sunk the World for want of due Repair When first we issued out in Cries and Tears Those salt Presages of our future years Head-long we dropt into a quiet Calm Times crown'd with rosie Garlands Spice and Balm Where first a Glorious Church and Mother came Embrac'd us in her Arms gave us a Name By which we live and an indulgent Breast Flowing with Stream to an Eternal Rest. Thus ravish'd the poor Soul could not guess even Which was more kind to her yet Earth or Heaven Or rather wrapped in a pious Doubt Of Heaven whether she were in or out Next the Great Father of our Country brings His Blessing too even the Best of Kings Safe and well-grounded Laws to guard our Peace And nurse our Virtues in their just Increase Like a pure Spring from whom all Graces come Whose Bounty made it
resign the Powers to him which we received of him We have voted if you comply not to send for the Captain General Tyler and Twenty thousand of his Militia to the Danger of this Place and of the Monks Heads The Abbot here recites his good Deeds how often in their Necessities he had relieved them he had been he says their spiritual Father thirty two Years in all which time no Man had been grieved or oppressed by him this giving implyedly the Lye to Wallingford they grant but will not be denyed The Obligations and Charters which they require are delivered them which they burn in the Market-place near the Cross. This did not content them they ask for an ancient Charter concerning the Town Liberties the Capital Letters of which say they were one of Gold another of Azure The Abbot prays them to be satisfied for that time he protests they have all he has to give them he knew of no more yet he would make a search and if any such Deed could be found it should faithfully be delivered to them This too was the answer of the Covent it was agreed that the Abbot should after Dinner disclaim under his Hand and Seal in all Things prejudicial to their Liberty In Memory of an old Suit betwixt Abbot Richard the First and the Townsmen in the Reigns of William the Second and Henry the First wherein the Townsmen were overthrown were laid Milstones before the Door of the Parlor These Iohn the Barber with others took away as a Token of Victory over the Law these they break into small pieces and distribute amongst the Worthies as the Sacred Bread is given in the Eucharist Who could forbear Tears says Walsingham heavily bewailing these Changes to see Servants command their Lords who know not how to rule nor how to pity To see London once the noble Head of our Cities become a Stye for unclean Swine Who would not tremble to hear that the Arch-bishop and the Lord Treasurer should be offered Victims to wicked Spirits to the Kentish â—…dol the Kentish Saturn or Moloch and his Hob-goblins in the midst of the Kingdom Nay says he whose Heart would it not have wounded through to have seen the King of England who of Right for Majesty and Dignity ought to precede all Kings in the World out of Fear of his Head observe the Nods and Becks of these Varlets and the Nobility and Gentry mortified Beasts trampled on by these Scullions enslaved at their own Charge lick up their Dust. After Dinner a sad Dinner to the Monks this Merdaille these Stinkards throng before the Gates and demand the Charter of Liberties which the Abbot had promised them to seal which was sent and read to them in the thickest of the Rout If they please to accept it this was the Abbots Complement he is ready to seal They resolved never to be pleased with much Scorn and Pride answer by an Esquire of the Abbot That the Abbot must appoint some Clerk of his to attend them with â—…nk and Parchment themselves would dictate and after the Abbot and Covent should confirm what was done when this Humour was satisfied the Safety and Peace of the Monastery and Monks were as desperate as ever The old Charter which they will everlastingly believe concealed must be produced else they will bury the Covent in the Ruins of the Cloysters This Charter did certainly as they will have it contain all their ancient Liberties and Priviledges and if this was true there was no great Reason it should be in the Abbots keeping Here the Abbot imploys the most Honourable Esquires of the Country as Mediators to soften them and offers if they desire it to say Mass before them next Morning and to swear upon the Sacrament he should be about to take with what Monks they would name that he kept from them no such Charter with his Knowledge Make Choice says he of what Liberties you can you shall have my Charters drawn they shall be granted you by it I will seal you a real Charter instead of a fantastical one never seen by you no where to be had The Abbot struggles in vain against these Waves this Charter of their Fancies they will have Nor shall any other Price redeem the Monastery they intended the Subversion of the House and wrangle thus crossly that they might seem to have some Pretences to do it but because they had much Business to go about and could not be here and there too a Truce was taken for that Day and many of these pure Brethren betake themselves to other parts some of them would not be prevailed with the Bread and Ale of the Monastery brought forth to them in huge Fat 's would not work upon them to lay their Fury they staid only for a leading Hand Here an honest Burgess interposes Ribaulds says he what is it you purpose most of you here are Forreigners of the Villages about this is the most famous Mischief which can be acted in this Country this Beacon must set all on Fire and it is fit we who are Burgesses and Freemen of this Town should give the On-set By this Fineness they are gained to quit the Gates and joyn to the Assistance of their Fellow-Labourers The rest of the Day is spent by their united Forces in overthrowing of Houses clashing of Vessels and spoiling of Goods according to the Rule of Walter the false Founder of the Order At Night the Lieutenants make Proclamamation under the Kings Banner commanding strong Guards to be set about the Town that they may be assured against Surprizes and about the River Werlam and Saint Germains making it Loss of the Head to any Monk who should be found issuing from or entring the Monastery that Way this was done to set a Trap for the Prior and those who fled with him They proclaimed also that whosoever could challenge any Debts due to him from the Monastery might put in his Claim and little Proof should be needed the next Day and the Burgesses of the Town would discharge as far as the Goods of the Monastery would reach Much more was Magisterially thrown in to shew a Cast of the present Power Which was no sooner done but there appears a Farmer of the Mannor of Kingsbury belonging to this Abby arme I with his Sword and Buckler this Man was much in Arrears for his Farm and durst not peep abroad from his lurking Holes before these Broils which hiding of himself he imputes now to the Injustice and Cruelty of the Prior This Chuff demands one hundred Marks Damages for the Losses he had sustained in his Absence and threatens to burn the Grange of Saint Peter and Mannor-house of Kingsbury near the Abby if he be not repaired Twenty pounds he receives upon this Demand and goes away swearing he would freely give it back again for the Priors Head Saturday Night passed with much Perplexity to the Monks who were at their Wits
of a well-gleb'd Vicarage Besides the Advantage of a Wit which would require another Wit to tell â—…ow great such a Divine Knowledge as might enable you to profane every Leaf of Holy Writ Unknown Sanctity and a Conscience so tender I dare not touch Pity it is such accomplish'd Gifts and prodigious Parts should be misemploy'd in Secular affairs Such an Holy Father might have begot as many Babes for the Mother-Church of Newâ—…ark as our Party of late hath done Garrisons and converted as many Souls as Chaucer's Friar with thâ—… Shoulder-bone of the lost Sheep But you say yoâ—… expected I thought you had had more than yoâ—… expected but however you expected Penitentiaâ—… Language and Humble Style the Groat I wiâ—… not meddle with 't is Holy Coyn an Addresâ—… full of Complaints Sir we like your selves caâ—… speak big of our Losses and yet with more Ingenuity confess them though I for modesty will noâ—… ask you who stole from you of late a Fort-town Or who run away with the King but of that For that precise Summ I see you are willing to quarrel at Preciseness it was to tell you Revenge would have transferr'd it upon your very How you quarrel at your good Had you mistaxen him for a Tax-gatherer and eased him of his Portage before he arriv'd at your Chappel of Ease I would not you should have abated him a fourth part for his Forwardness and put it upon the File of Contribution for his Majestie 's good Garrsson of Newark I should have liked the Security well and when your Works had fail'd to save you expected a return upon the Publick Faith the Meditation whereof putteth me upon this Advice Think not Prophaneness can compact with Mud to cast up a Trench of Security Attempt not though a Giant to reach at Stars to throw that Proverb at you Be wise on this side Heaven Mr. Cleveland's Answer SIR THE Philosopher that never laughed but once when he saw an Ass mumbling of Thistles would have broke his Spleen at this Rejoynder of yours for who would not take that to be an Emblem of this observing how gingerly and with what caution you nibble at my letter lest it should prick your Chops But something must needs be replied Repetitions are usual with the Saints at Grantham I look upon your Letter as a Spittle-Sermon Sallinger's Round the same again I perceive your Ambition how you would prove your self to be a clean Beast because you know how to chew the Cud for the first Sentence where you speak of troubled Spirits and Sacred Oracles you talk as if you were in Doll Commons Extasie Certainly your spirit is troubled else your Expression had not run so muddy for never was Oracle more ambiguous if possible to be reconciled to Sence The Wit which you say may be truss'd up in an Egg-shell I fear your Oval Crown hath scarce Capacity enough to contain You disclaim being a Coloss Content I have as diminitive thoughts of you as you please I take you for a Jack-a-Lent and my Pen shall make use of you accordingly three Throws for a penny But you cannot Cleave Land like Terrain findere What a chargeable Commodity is Wit at Grantham where the poor Writer plays the Pimp and jumbles two Language together in unlawful Sheets for the Production of a Quibble But I applaud your Cunning for the more unknown Tongue you jest in your Wit will be the better And why cannot you Cleave the Land Tread but hard and your cloven Foot will leave its Impression You talk of Cyclops and Juglers indeed hard words are the Jugler's Dialect But take heed the time may come when unless you can play Presto be gone your Run-away King may cause you Jugler-wise to disgorge your Fate and vomit a Rope instead of Inkle But to eccho your Comparison and to return you an Inventory of your good Parts Is it not pity that the pure Extract of sanctified Emmanuel parboil'd there in the Pipkin of Predestination and since well read in the Sick-man's Salve and the Crums of Comfort and liberally sed with all the Minced Meat in Divinity Is it not pity such a Goggle of the Eye such a melodious Twang of the Nose a pliable Mouth drawn awry as if it were â—…fying the Ear in private besides Cheverel-Lungs that will stretch as far as seventeenthly Is it not pity that these gallant Ingredients of Modern Devotion which might justly have qualified you for a Tub Lecturer and in time made your Diocess as large as that of Heidelberg that these ineffable Parts which pass all understanding should thus be sequestred from their Primitive Use and of a godly Lancepresado in the Church Militant be converted to a Brother of the Blade Such a walking Directory such a zealous Roger as this might have saved more Souls than Sampson slew and with the same Engine the Jaw-bone of an Ass. Your Pen is coy and you wave the Holy Ground and Holy Coyn with a squeamish Preterition I am glad to hear you acknowledge there is Holy ground for then I hope Hatcham Barn is not as good a Congregation as St. Paul's For the Holy Coyn you must pardon me if I suspect the Chastity of your Fingers I am sure those of your Party have been troubled with Felons witness the Church-Revenues and the several Sacrileges which cannot be par'd off with your Nails But there is another Reason why you abstain from the Idiom of the Saints You were in hopes to retrieve your Money and Verily Verily Ret never springs the Partridge You would have your Man taken for a Tax-gatherer Lord how the Clime alters the Man When he was with you he was one of the Scribes and Pharisees and here he must pass for a Publican and Sinner Sir We cast up no Trench of Security though we might have Dirt enough in your Language to do it and yet we hope to be saved by our Works for all the strength of your Faith whereby you hold your selves able to remove Mountains For your Advice not to throw Stars at your head I embrace it for what need 〈◊〉 so long as there is Goose-shot to be had for Moâ—…ey My Wit shall be on what side Heaven you please provided it ever be Antarctick to yours For the appellation of Giant I accept it only I am â—…orry I am not he with the hundred hands that I might so often subscribe my self SIR Your Servant I. C. An Answer to a Pamphlet written against the Lord Digby's Speech concerning the Death of the Earl of Strafford 'T IS the wittiest Punishment that the Poets fancied to be in Hell that one should continunually twist a Rope and an Ass stand by and bite it off I know not how this Noble Gentleman should ever deserve it but such is his Fate for while the Pamphleteer strives to tear his Speech to ravel this Twist of Eloquence and Judgement what doth he but make my Lord and himself the Moral of the Fable The first
fuisset dignus sanè qui matri Academiae dedisset nomen Vinum Equus à cujus ungula dulcior fons quam Hippocrene scaturiit Equus qui plures alas ingenio addit quam Pegasus ad volatile remigium accommodavit qui labra proluit hoc fonte Caballino non mirum si in proximo versu Ebrius in bicipiti somniavit Pernasso Vinum Equus sed qui sessorem suum saepe excutit ad terram affligit qui tanquam ille Diomedis herum suum devorat Pitissant poetastri longa quasi arundine equitant cum Ennius ipse pater nunquam nisi potus ad arma prosiliit dicenda Horatius toties equitavit ac si vinum tanquam Bucephalus neminem praeter illum vectare debuisset Denique ex hujus equi utero plures prodierunt Ingenii heroes quam ex Trojana Vinum Equus at Cervisia Musarum Mulus majori ex parte Asinus vel si Equus Successor potius quà m tolutarius quam non citius nomino quin stupidus obmutesco Sed tempus est ut Equus meus habenas audiat huc usque Equo vestro paravi Ephippia tenui stupa ut vos conscenderetis Unicum est quod singulos velim praemonitos ea est hujus Equi ferocia ut sobrium illud Phoebi Consilium sit maturum Parce puer stimulis fortiùs utere loris FINIS JOHN CLEAVELAND'S Revived POEMS Orations EPISTLES And other of his Genuine INCOMPARABLE PIECES Now at last Published from his Original Copies by some of his intrusted Friends Non norunt haec monumenta mori LONDON Printed by R. Holt for Obadiah Blagrave at the Bear in St. Paul's Church-yard 1687. To the HECTORS upon the unfortunate death of H. COMPTON YOu Hectors tame Professors of the Sword Who in the chair state Duels whose black word Bewitches Courage and like Devils too Leaves the bewitch'd when 't comes to fight and do Who on your errand our best Spirits send Not to kill Swine or Cows but Man and Friend Who are in whole Court-Martial in your drink And dispute Honour when you cannot think Not orderly but part out Valour as You grow inspir'd by th' Oracle of the Glass Then like our zeal-drunk Presbyters cry down All Law of Kings and God but what 's their own Then y'have the gift of Fighting can discern Spirits who 's fit to act and who to learn Who shall be baffled next who must be beat Who kill'd that you may drink and swear and eat Whilst you applaud those murthers which you teach And live upon the Wounds your Riots preach Meer booty Souls Who bid us fight a Prize To feast the Laughter of our Enemies Who shout and clap at Wounds count it pure Gain Meer Providence to hear a Compton's slain A name they dearly hate and justly shou'd They lov't 't were worse their love would taint the bloud Bloud always true true as their Swords and Cause And never vainly lost till your wild Laws Scandal'd their actions in this Person who Truly durst more than you dare think to do A man made up of Graces every Move Had entertainment in it and drew Love From all but him who kill'd him who seeks a Grave And fears a Death more shameful than he gave Now you dread Hectors you whom Tyrant drink Drags thrice about the Town what do you think If you be sober is it Valour say To overcome and then to run away Fie fie your lusts and Duels both are one Both are repented of as soon as done The Scots Apostasie IS 't come to this What shall the Cheeks of Fame Stretch with the breath of learned London's name Be flag'd again And that great piece of sense As rich in Loyalty and Eloquence Brought to the Test be found a trick of State Like Chymists tinctures prov'd adu terate The Devil sure such language did atchieve To cheat our unforewarned Grand am Eve As this Impostor found out to besot Th' experienc'd English to believe a â—…cot Who reconcil'd the Covenant's doubtful sence The Commons argument or the Cities pence Or did you doubt Persistance in one good Would spoil the fabrick of your Brotherhood Projected first in such a forge of sin Was fit for the grand Devils hammering Or was 't Ambition that this damned fact Should tell the world you know the sins you act The Infamy this Super-treason brings Blasts more than murders of your sixty Kings A Crime so black as being advis'dly done Those hold with these no competition Kings only suffer'd then in this doth lie Th' Assassination of Monarchy Beyond this sin no one step can be trod If not t' attempt deposing of your God Oh were you so engag'd that we might see Heavens angry Lightning ' bout your Ears to flee Till you were shrivell'd to dust and your cold Land Parch'd to a drought beyond the Lybian Sand But 't is reserv'd till Heaven plague you worse Be Objects of an Epidemick Curse First may your Brethren to whose viler ends Your Power hath bawded cease to be your Friends And prompted by the dictate of their Reason Reproach the Traytors though they hug the Treason And may their Jealousies increase breed Till they confine your steps beyond the Tweed In Foreign Nations may your loath'd name be A stigmatizing brand of Infamy Till forc'd by general hate you cease to rome The World and for a Plague to live at home Till you resume your Poverty and be Reduc'd to beg where none can be so free To grant and may your scabby Land be all Translated to a general Hospital Let not the Sun afford one gentle Ray To give you comfort of a Summers day But as a Guerdon for your traiterous War Live cherish'd only by the Northern Star No Stranger deign to visit your rude Coast And be to all but banish'd men as lost And such in heightning of the Intliction due Let provok'd Princes send them all to you Your State a Chaos be where not the Law But Power your lives and liberties may aw No Subject mongst you keep a quiet breast But each man strive through Bloud to be the best Till for those miseries on us you 've brought By your own Sword our just Revenge be wrought To sumn up all let your Religion be As your Allegiance mask'd Hypocrisie Until when Charles shall be compos'd in dust Perfum'd with Epithets of good and just HE sav'd incensed Heaven may have forgot T' afford one act of Mercy to a Scot Unless that Scot deny himself and do What 's easier far renounce his Nation too Epitaph upon the Earl of Strafford HEre lies wise and valiant Dust Huddled up 'twixt fit and just Strafford who was hurried hence 'Twixt Treason and Convenience He spent his time here in a mist A Papist yet a Calvinist His Prince's nearest Joy and Grief He had yet wanted all relief The Prop and Ruin of the State The peoples violent Love and Hate One in extreams lov'd and abhor'd Riddles lie here and in a word Here lies
Tavern Door Why can't the Ox then in th'Nativity Be imag'd forth but Papists Bulls are nigh Our Pictures to no other end is made Than is your Time and 's Bill your Death and 's Spade To us they 're but Memonto's which present Christs Birth except his Word and Sacrament If 't were a Sin to set up Imag'ry To get a Child were flat Idolatry The Models of our Buildings would be thus Directions to our Houses Ruins to us Hath not each Creature which hath daily Breath Something which resembles Heaven or Earth Suppose some Ignorant Heathen once did bow To Images may not we see them now Should we love Darkness and abhor the Sun 'Cause Persians gave it Adoration And plant no Orchards because Apples first Made Adam and his lineal Race acqurst Though Wine for Baccâ—…us Bread for Ceres went Yet both are used in the Sacrament What then if these were Popish Reliques Few Windows are elsewhere old but these are new And so exceed the former that the Face Of these come short of th'outside of our Glass Colours are here mix'd so that Rain-bows be Compar'd but Clouds without variety Art here is Natures Envy this is he Not Paracelsus but by Chymistry Can make a Man from Ashes if not Dust Producing Off-springs of his Mind not Lust. See how he makes his Maker and doth draw All that is meant i'th'Gospel or i'th'Law Looking upon the Resurrection Methoughts I saw the blessed Vision Where not his Face is meerly drawn but Mind Which not with Paint but Oyl of Gladness shin'd But when I view'd the next Pane where we have The God of Life transported to his Grave Light then is dark all things so dull and dead As if that part o'th'Window had been Lead Ionas his Whale did so Mens Eyes befool That they have begg'd him th'Anatomy School That he saw Ships at Oxford one did swear Though Isis yet will Barges hardly bear Another soon as he the Trees espy'd Thought him i'th'Garden on the other side See in what State though on an Ass Christ went This shews more Glorious than the Parliament Then in what awe Moses his Rod doth keep The Seas as if the Frost had glaz'd the Deep The raging Waves are to themselves a Bound Some cry help help or Horse and Man are drown'd Shadows do every where for Substance pass You 'd think the Sands were in an Hour-glass You that do live with Surgeons have you seen A Spring of Blood forc'd from a swelling Vein So from a touch of Moses Rod doth jump A Cataract The Rock is made a Pump At sight of whose O'er-flowings many get Themselves away for fear of being wet Here you behold a sprightly Lady stand To have her Frame drawn by a Painters Hand Such lively Look and Presence such a Dress King Pharoahs Daughters Image doth express Look well upon her Gown and you will swear The Needle not the Pencil hath been there At sight of her some Gallants do dispute Whether i'th'Church it 's lawful to salute Next Iacob kneeling where his Kid-skin's such As it may well cozen old Isaac's Touch. A Shepherd see'ng how Thorns went round about Abrahams Ram would needs have helpt it out Behold the Dove descending to inspire Th'Apostle's Heads with cloven Tongues of Fire And in a Superficies there you 'l see The gross Dimensions of Profundity 'T is hard to judge which is best built and higher The Arch roof in the Window or the Quire All Beasts as in the Ark are lively done Nay you may see the Shadow of the Sun Upon a Landskip if you look a while You 'l think the Prospect at least forty Mile There 's none needs now go travel we may see â—…t Home Ierusalem and Nineveh â—…nd Sodom now in Flames One Glance will dart â—…arther than Lynce with Galilaeus Art â—…eeing Elijahs Chariot we fear There is some fiery Prodigy in the Air When Christ to purge his Temple holds his Whip â—…ow nimbly Hucksters with their Baskets skip â—…t Peters Fishes are so lively wrought â—…ome cheapen them and ask when they were caught â—…ere's Motions painted too Chariots soo fast â—…un that they 're never gone though always past â—…he Angels with their Lutes are done so true We do not only look but hearken too â—…s if their Sounds were painted Thus the Wit â—…'th'Pencil hath drawn more than there can sit â—…hus as in Archimedes Sphere you may 〈◊〉 a small Glass the Universe survey â—…ch various Shapes are too i'th'Imag'ry â—…s Age and Sex may their own Features see â—…t if the Window cannot shew your Face â—…ook under Feet the Marble is your Glass â—…hich too for more then Ornament is there â—…he Stones may learn your Eyes to shed a Tear â—…hey never work upon the Conscience â—…hey cannot make us kneel we are not such â—…s think there 's Balsom in the Kiss or Touch â—…hat were gross Superstition we know â—…here's no more Power in them than the Pope's Toe â—…he Saints themselves for us can do no good â—…uch less their Pictures drawn in Glass or Wood. â—…hey cannot seal but since they signifie â—…hey may be worthy of a Cast o'th'Eye Although no Worship that is due alone Not to the Carpenter's but God's own Son Obedience to Blocks deserves the Rod The Lord may well be then a jealous God Why should not Statues now be due to Paul As to the Caesars of the Capitol How many Images of great Heirs which Had nothing but the Diu of being rich Shine in our Temples Kneeling always there Where when they were alive they scarce appear Yet shall Christs Sepulchre have ne'er a Tomb Shall every Saint have a Iohn Baptists Doom No Limb of Mary stand Must we forget Christs Cross as soon as past the Alphabet Shall not their Heads have Room i' th' Window who Founded our Church and our Religion too We know that God's a Spirit we consess We cannot comprehend his Name much less Can a small Glass his Nature But since he Vouchsaf'd to suffer his Humanity Why may not we only to put 's in Mind Of 's Godhead have his Manhood thus enshrin'd Is our Kings Person less esteem'd because We need him in our Coins as well as Laws Do what we can whether we think or paint All Gods Expressions are but weak and faint Yet Spots in Globes must not be blotted the noâ—… That cannot shew the World's Magnificence Nor is it fit we should the Skill controul Because the Artist cannot draw the Soul Cease then your Railings and your dull Complaints To pull down Galleries and set up Saints Is no Impiety now we may well Say that our Church is truly Visible Those that before our Glass Scaffolds prefer Would turn our Temple to a Theater Windows are Pulpits now though unlearn'd one May read this Bibles new Edition Instead of here and there a Verse adorn'd Round with a Lace of Paint fit to be scorn'd Even by vulgar Eyes each Pane presents Whole Chapters with both Comment and Contents
of his Priests who blew the Fire and thrust the silly Rout into the midst of it He takes it ill that Baal Valle he calls him should be supposed by I know not what Flatterers of the Nobles to have filled these Sails to have let these Winds out of their Caverns In the fourth Year of this King says the Monk there was a grievous Tax exacted in Parliament after Cause of great Trouble every Religious paid half a Mark every secular Priest as much every Lay-Man or Woman 12d This might discontent the People but who prepared the Mutineers for such dangerous Impressions Who fell in with them after and pushed them forward will be soon found Froissart complains of the Servitude of the Villains or Bond-men now Names worn out a miserable sort of Drudges frequently known here in the Saxon times excluded from any Right of Propriety sold and passed away with the Mannor or Lands to which they belonged bound to till the Lords Ground cut down and carry in his Corn cleanse his Ditches cover his Hall c. These Froissart make the first Stirrers in the Insurrection these he makes look back to the Beginning of Men and things to talk of the Primitive Freedom of the Liberties of the Creature above Ordinances that only Treason against the Lords could forfeit Liberty which was the Case of Lucifer and could not be made theirs who were neither Angels nor Spirits but Men of the same Shape Extraction and Souls with those who proudly would be thought their Lords which say they was an height too much and deserved Levelling must not be endured hereafter Equality was the Way of Peace and Love But can Clouds fire in Thunder and Lightning can Earth-quakes tear the Entrails of Expiring Kingdoms without a Muncer or a Wiggington a Garnet or an Hall in the Mine If the Church and Government must be blown up it is fit a sanctified Hand should cast the Balls a Man according to the pure Dialect of immediate Calling who has had the Seal of it of wonderful Zeal of resolute Dealings the Lords Messenger extraordinarily gifted and exercised is only fit to advance Gods Matters the Holy Cause and Action And a Renegado from his Orders an Apostate Church-man will best become this Person a Man with whom nothing else is Sacred but his own Ambition his Innovation and the Propagation of his Schism One Baal the most sottish and most unworthy but most factious of the Clergy is stirred up by the Devil who if Rebellion be as the Sin of Witchcraft is the Father of both to be the Antichrist of this Reign to blaspheme and cry down God and Caesar his Anointed the Rights of God and Caesar and who if he knew any thing was certainly the very Atheist of that Age Of these Imaginations so Froissert of those before was a foolish Priest in the County of Kent called John Wall for Baal and to make it plain that he was the Father of the Uproar he had been says this Knight three times in the Archbishops Prison a persecuted Saint for these Opinions but delivered by him his Conscience was scrupulous of proceeding farther which this Historian condemns him for We shall hereafter see the Archbishop in Iohn's Hands who shall come short of this Mercy Iohn had preached if it be not Impious to Use the Word here twenty Years and more ever babling those things which he fancied would be Gracious to the Multitude he haunted By-places the Cloysters of the Cathedral when the Church was shut against him the Streets and Fields were Holy Ground there this excommunicated Apostate laid his Nets His Discourses to the People were partly Invectives against Tithes which he allowed not where theâ—… Parishioner was of better Life and smaller Estate than the Parson whose Estate at this rate must be small enough against Bishops and the Clergy Nobility and Gentry Then he had his Quarrels to the Government his Doctrine struck at Propriety and Order the World was impaired with Diseases which must be the more for their Age the Crisis would be dangerous and there could be no Health no Soundness hoped for till Names Estates and Things were common His Advise was to let the King know the Resolutions of the new Common-weaths-men to tell him where the Supreme Power lies whose Trustee he was that another Course must be taken and if he would not joyn with them other Remedies thought of The third time he was Imprisoned he had his Revelations his Enlightnings was full of Divine Raptures he foretold his Deliverance by 20000. Men which happened in the following Tumults when his Disciples made so many Goal-Deliveries This knowing what Numbers he had seduced and abused he might presume upon probable Conjecture He was no sooner loose but he incites and stirs up the unruly Clowns to all the Mischiefs possible He tells them they were pious and necessary Excesses and that the Law of Nature which allows all Acts for our own Preservation would justifie them That a mad Father who seeks to rob and destroy his Off-spring might be resisted his Thrusts might be put by the Son might bind his Hands and if there were no other way to escape his furious Violence kill him in his own Defence The Safety of the People is the Supreme Law If the Prince persisting after fair Warning to make himself a Shield and Defence to wicked Instruments of Mischiefs Malignants and Enemies of the Commons securing them from the Iustice of the Commons endanger himself and his Kingdom he may thank himself We says he are willing to hazard our selves good Men to preserve both we will never give any Impediment or neglect any proper Means of curing the Distempers of the Kingdom and of closing the dangerous Breaches made by themselves according to the Trust which lies upon us At Black-heath where an Assembly of 200000 Men made their Rendezvonz after some time spent in seeking God he baits in Rhime When Adam dalf and Ebe span Who was then a Gentleman Was his levelling lewd Text Hence it was to be consequent that as Nature and the Creation made no Distinction no more ought Laws to make or suffer any that Servitude is the Daughter of unjust Oppression introduced by wicked Men against Gods Will. That if it had pleased him to have created Slaves in the Beginning he would have chosen and marked out who should have been the Lord who the Vassal he asks where the Word allows these sweet things called Lords verily Knaves in Purple Sons of Cain of Nimrod of Esan of Ishmael fat by the Blood and Sweat of the poor innocent Plebeians Honourable in nothing but the Outside and Noble only in Riots and Adulteries as cruel as ravenous as killing and as barbarously as the Bears the Lyons the Tigers of their Escutchâ—…ons the Dragons of their Bearing he asks why the limber Knights and Franklins who are only better combed can kiss the Hand and lowt with more Grace must eat the Capons
Franciscan a Physician belonging to the Duke of Lancaster whom perhaps they hated because they had wronged his Master a Friar Carmelite the Kings Confessoâ—… were murdered there in this Fury Whose Heads with the Arch-bishops were born before them through London Streets and advanced over the Bridge This while the King was softning the Rebelâ—… of Essex at Mile-end with the Earls of Salisbury Warwick and Oxford and other Lords Thither by Proclamation he had summoned them as presuâ—…ing the Essexians to be more civilized and by much the fairer Enemies as indeed they were There he promises to grant them their Desires Liberty precious Liberty is the thing they ask this is given them by the King but on Condition oâ—… good Behaviour They are to cease their Burning and Destruction of Houses to return quietly to their Homes and offend no Man in their Way Two of every Village were to stay as Agents behind for the Kings Charters which could not be got ready in time Farther the King offerâ—… them his Banners Some of them were simple honest People of no ill Meaning who knew not why the Garboils were begun nor why they came thither These were won and win others without more Stir those of Essex return whence they came Tyler and Baal are of another Spirit they would not part so easily Tyler the future Monarch who had designed an Empire for himself and was now sceleribus fuit ferox atque praeclarus famous for his Villainies and haughty would not put up so he and his Kentish Rabble tarry The next day being Saturday the 17th of Iune was spent as the other Days of their Tyranny in Burning ruining Houses Murthers and Depopulations The Night of this Day the Idol and his Priest upon a new Resolution intended to have struck at the Neck of the Nation to have murthered the King the Achan of the Tribes probably by Beheading the Death these Parricides had used hitherto the Lords Gentlemen the wealthiest and honestest part of the Citizens then to have pillaged their Houses and fired the City in four parts they intended this haste to avoid odious Partnership in the Exploit and that those of Norfolk Suffolk and other parts might not share in the Spoil This Counsel of Destruction was against all Policy more Profit might have been made of this City by Excise Assessment and Taxes upon the Trade Tyler might sooner have enriched himself and have been as secure Estates make Men lofty Fear and Poverty if we may trust Machiavel bend and supple every Man had been in Danger and obnoxious to him one Clown had awed a Street Near the Abby-Church at Westminster was a Chappel with an Image of the Virgin Mary this Chappel was called the Chappel of our Lady in the â—…iew it stood near the Chappel of S. Stephen since turned from a Chappel to the Parliament House here our Lady then who would not believe it did great Miracles Richards Preservation at this time was no small one being in the Hands of the Multitude let loose and enraged There he makes his Vows of Safety after which he rides towards these Sons of Perdition under the Idol Tyler Tyler who meant to consume the Day in Cavils protests to those who were sent by the King to offer those of Kent the same Peace which the Essex Clowns had accepted that he would willingly embrace a good and honest Peace but the Propositions or Articles of it were only to be dictated by himself He is not satisfied with the Kings Charters Three Draughts are presented to him no Substance no Form would please he desires an Accommodation but he will have Peace and Truth together He exclaims that the Liberty there is deceitful but an empty Name that while the King talks of Liberty he is actually levying War setting up his Standard against his Commons that the good Commons are abused to their own Ruin and to the Miscarriage of the great Undertaking that they have with infinite Pains and Labour acquainted the King with their humble Desires who refuses to joyn with them misled and carried away by a few evil and rotten-hearted Lords and Delinquents contrary to his Coronation Oath by which he is obliged to pass all Laws offered him by the Commons whose the Legislative Power is which Denyal of his if it be not a Forfeiture of his Trust and Office both which are now useless it comes near it and he is fairly dealt with if he be not deposed which too might be done without any Want of Modesty or Duty and with the Good of the Common-wealth the Happiness of the Nation not depending on him or any of the Regal Branches I will deliver the Nation from the Norman Slavery and the World says he of an old silly Superstition That Kings are only the Tenants of Heaven obnoxious to God alone cannot be condemned and punished by any Power else I will make here he lyed not an wholesome President to the World formidable to all Tyrannies I declare That Richard Plantagenet or Richard of Bourdeaux at this time is not in a Condition to govern I will make no Addresses no Application to him nor receive any from him though I am but a dry Bone too unworthy for this great Calling yet I will finish the Work I will settle the Government without the King and against him and against all that take part with him which sufficiently justifies our Arms God with Us says he owns them Success manifests the Righteousness of our Cause this is says he the Voice of the People by us their Representative and our Counsel After the Vote of no more Addresses which with all their other Votes of Treason were to be styled the Resolution of the whole Realm and while he swells in this Ruffle Sir Iohn Newton a Knight of the Court is sent to intreat rather than to invite him to come to the King then in Smithfield where the Idols Regiments were drawn up and treat with him concerning the additional Provisions he desired to be inserted into the Charter No Observance was omitted which might be thought pleasing to his Pride which Pride was infinitely puffing Flattery was sweet to him and he had enough of it that made him bow a little when nothing else could do it We may judge at the Unreasonableness of his Demands and Supplys of new Articles out of his Instrument by one He required of the King a Commission to impower himself and a Committee Team of his own choosing to cut off the Heads of Lawyers and Escheators and of all those who by Reason of their Knowledge and Place were any way imployed in the Law He fancied if those who were learned in the Law were knocked i'th'Head all things would be ordered by the Common People either there would be no Law or that which was should be declared by him and his subject to their Will with which his Expression the day before did well agree Then attributing all things to God the God of War and his
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