Caledons complaint against infamous Libells, &c.
VVHat raging fury, Guest of horrid night,
Comes arm'd with flames and shaikes against the Light,
Loos'd, from the chaines of darknesse, to disturbe
The sons of unitie, borne vice to curbe?
By Law, not force, wee move, not tumult make,
Wee Justice plead, Sedition doe forsake:
None with rebellion our attempts will brand
But who themselves to crush Religion band
By act, or by intent. Faire Vertue shines,
Reflecting every where from our designes;
That whither forc'd, to arme, or to entreat,
Our mildnesse, our Submission to bee great
None can denie. For, so with Truth, sweete peace
(Which in our chiefe desires, hath chiefest place)
Joyn'd hands; and did from Heaven salute this Land,
Who could the excesse of his joy command?
Who would not fall before his sacred Feete,
Whom royall Vertues make a Prince compleete,
And Armes lay downe, or at his will employ,
Lift Him to honour, and his foes destroy:
Who equall with his life his peoples good,
Would value, were they rightly understood?
But, by Religions overthrow, to gaine
Dishonourable ease, with Conscience staine;
That truth be underminde by Policie,
For Peace shoud wee dispence; Who can deny
This cursed peace, this ignominious ease,
Were high rebellion, would the Lord displease.
MOst sacred SOVERAIGNE honour of this Age,
Thy Justice wee appeale, brought on the Stage
By close Camelions; (foes who friendes appeare)
Abusing our indulgence and thine Eare,
Deserving on the parchment of their backe,
The hang-mans whips, should in characters blacke,
Draw out each passage of those wicked arts,
They us'd, to wound thy grievous Subjects hearts,
And kindle in thy royall Breast a fire
Which never can bee quench'd, till thy just ire
Their bloud doe expiate, till vengeance fall
And from the heavens confound those fire-brands all.
Lo! braine-sicke Cherelus dare brave our State,
As at his fancie thy displeasures spaite
Were readie to breake forth. Darre hee repine
That Light, throughout this glorious Yle doth shine,
For which, too narrow Europ shall bee found,
Before the worke bee with the issue crown'd.
Base lies now vents hee, now with malice stings
Those honour'd Heraulds of the King of Kings,
Chaifes, that from mongst our honey-bees wee drive,
Those Wasps, whose venome had infect'd the hyve.
That wee, those limbs of Antichrist abjure,
Unmitring monsters that did court the Whorre
Of Rome, this Land adventuring to defile,
And make through their abominations vile.
Now, to our charge disloyaltie is laide,
That (Parricids) wee dare the Throne invade,
Rob Caesar of his due, disclaime our head,
And limits of alleadgeance doe exceed.
O hight of hate! O hellish impudence!
To thinke, that men of honour could dispence
With conscience, with their duetie to a King,
So good, so just, so wisely governing.
Whose Love, as of a Fathers, found we have,
As of a Master wee his favour crave,
[Page 5]His Aide as of a Lord; since Fathers love,
And Sons obedience, hand in hand doe move
To homage, and protection, mutually
Since true relation Prince and people tye.
THy countreys heart doth bleed, her grieves art great
Both fraud and force conspire against her State.
Her native liberties encroach'd on are,
Which, gain'd with honour, honourably were
From time to time maintain'd, against the pride,
And power, of all that durst against her side.
Her violated Lawes,; the civill Right
Of Subjects shaken; Justice, mar'd by might,
Religion vex'd and wrong'd; (that sacred Band
Of Amitie, and Union of the Land,
The solide Pillar which the State sustaines,
By which cemented, firme each piece remaines;)
Christs cause, yea Crowne in question; by the bands
Of duetie, by the pow'r put in thy hands
(The regall Scepter, Diadem, and Sword,
In Faith's defence, entrusted by thy LORD)
Conjure Thee, while the lowring Skies portend
A Tempest, to the danger to attend,
And wisely to His interest advert,
Who count will crave how acted is thy part.
Those, whom eclipses, more than Sun-light please
(The birds of prey, which gape for gaine) Those flies
Which feed upon infection and stinke,
Our Camels; which but troubled streames can drinke,
Divisions Cataracts would open keep,
And kindle quarrels which lye buried deep,
That Brethren, Pillars of the royall Throne,
By GOD and Nature, under Thee, made one,
One bundell of united shafts; a Band
Not easie to bee brash'd by strangers hand,
May (thus) be weakened, and receive a wound,
[Page 6]Endangering both, which shall not soone be sound.
But ah! to thinke, that Thou whose aide wee call,
The peoples Parent; Watch-man on our wall;
The Geometrick point, with eaven Aspect,
Bound all thy bounding Borders to respect;
The Head, the Heart of the Republicke, made
A God, a Judge, set over good and bade;
That Thou thy royall Banners shouldst display,
By Justice Sword, to make thy passion way,
Against a Nation, from defection free,
Who heavens dare face, for their integritie;
O depth of woe! O hight of passing griefe!
That Thine, who supplicate by Thee reliefe,
Must arme: and at uncertaine blouds expense,
Bee forc'd, unto an innocent defence.
Dread Soveraigne, Son of Mars, if arme thou wilt,
No drop of bloud let bee in Britaine spilt.
March, and all Europe shall be put in fray,
The Alpes, the Perinees, shall make Thee way.
Thy neighbouring state, with Olives shall attend,
Thy rights decision while thou dost suspend.
The Rhine, whose streams are swolne with tears, shall smile
And fears of longer servitude exile.
Romes wals shall tremble, proud Madrid shall quaik,
When with joynt-forces thou the fields shall take,
With warriours, more then men, thy Britanies bold
Attended; who for feare nor force will fold.
Thy sea-wall'd world, huge colonies shall spair
For peopling kingdomes which usurped are,
By Tyrants bold and blinde, the foes of Truth.
Yea, Thou shalt lead, with Albions choicest youth.
(The worthies and the wits of either land)
Our Archimeds, who with industrious hand
Reach Natures depths, reviving Dedals arts.
Thy Scots, with Gyants hands and Lyons hearts
Shall gallantly go on, who whiles they arme
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