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            <p>The True CHARACTER Of A Rigid Presbyter: With A NARRATIVE OF THE Dangerous Deſignes of the Engliſh and Scotiſh COVENANTERS, As they have tended to the Ruine of our Church and Kingdom. ALSO, The Articles of their Dogmatical Faith, And the inconſiſtency thereof with Monarchy.</p>
            <p>To which is added, A ſhort Hiſtory of the Engliſh Rebellion: Compiled in VERSE, By <hi>MARCHAMONT NEDHAM;</hi> AND Formerly extant, in his
<hi>Mercurius Pragmaticus.</hi>
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               <hi>LONDON:</hi> Printed by the Aſſignes of <hi>J. Calvin;</hi> and are to be ſold by Z. <hi>Crofton</hi> Presbyter, at the ſigne of the Lay-Elder near the ſtool of repentance in
<hi>White-Chappel.</hi> 1661.</p>
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                  <head>To the READER.</head>
                  <p>'TIs not unknown to the meaneſt Ca<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pacity (I preſume) that Presby<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tery has ever been a Faction of a very hot and fiery Constitution: And ſince this later Age has produc'd ſo many of theſe Hot-ſpurs and Pulpit-Firebrands, I did imagine 'twere no abuſe in me to divulge what our moſt refined Intellects have here<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tofore penned: for I do utterly diſown the Piece, as the iſſue of my own Brain; and am bound to confeſs, that it is but a Collection of what has been penned by the beſt of our Modern Age; onely huddled into the Mould of a Chara<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>racter; not out of any contradictory temper of my own, or a vindicative ſpirit, but to ſatisfie the world, that what heretofore hath been pre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dicted or mentioned of them, they were reſolved
<pb facs="tcp:46508:3"/>to manifeſt as an infallible truth; and prove that an Oracle, which was delivered onely as an Opinion. But 'tis inevitable, if we may give credit to what the Satyriſt boldly and truely affirms:
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                        <l>Quo ſemel eſt imbuta recens ſervabit odorem</l>
                        <l>Teſta diu, <hi>&amp;c.</hi>
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                  <p>The Veſſel muſt of neceſſity reliſh of that Li<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>quor that first it contained. Wherefore, ſince the Original of this pretended new Light of Religion was Rebellion, I am altogether ignorant of any Plea they have to a <hi>Jure Divino;</hi> ſince to make GOD the Author of ſo horrid a Crime, were abſolute Blaſphemy.</p>
                  <p>Perhaps, <hi>Reader,</hi> thou art of an opinion con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>trary to what is here written; I confeſs, that for a time my mind was wandring too, till ſome Cauſes made me to reflect with an impartial Eye upon our preſent Government: Hereupon I took view of their Reaſons and Judgements who I knew to be learned: and ſuppoſing they who wrote before theſe times were moſt likely to ſpeak truth, as being unintereſted in our affairs, from<pb facs="tcp:46508:3"/>them I drew my Collections: then putting them in order, and comparing all together, they ſoon made a conqueſt over me and my opinion.</p>
                  <p>I know the high Talkers, the lighter and cen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſorious part of people, will ſhoot many a bitter Arrow to wound my reputation, and charge me with levity and inconſtancy, becauſe I am not obſtinate like themſelves, againſt Conſcience, right Reaſon, Neceſſity, the cuſtom of all Nati<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ons, and the peace of our own. But this ſort of men, I reckon <hi>inter Bruta animantia;</hi> among whom to do well, is to hear ill; who uſually ſpeak amiſs of thoſe things that they do not, or will not, underſtand.</p>
                  <p>But prithee read, and then do what thou liſt. I have onely one word more, and that is to our Modern Phariſee, the Conſcientious Preten<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>der: If he will not be convinced by clear Teſti<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>monies, but raiſe more duſt about our Ears to a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>maze the people, it muſt be concluded, that all this noiſe of Church-Reformation, Conſcience, and Covenant, is a meer malitious Deſigne to drive on a Faction, and ſet up themſelves in the ſeat of Authority.</p>
                  <p>Being convinced of the truth of theſe things, I conceive my ſelf obliged to ſatisfie others; and<pb facs="tcp:46508:4"/>therefore whatever I have been heretofore, I ſhall liſt my ſelf henceforth,—</p>
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                  <head>THE CHARACTER OF A Rigid Presbyter. WITH A Diſcovery of thoſe dangerous Deſignes of the Engliſh and Scotiſh Covenanters, as they have tended to the ruine of our Church and State.</head>
                  <p>TO give you an exact Character of him, is im<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>poſſible; he is as changeable as a <hi>Proteus:</hi> yet if you pleaſe to have his Genealogie <hi>ab origine,</hi> which may be ſaid to reſemble a Welch Pe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>digree, take it as it was left by one of the beſt Pens of this Modern Age.</p>
                  <p>Never was there ſuch a monſtrous Babe, as this ru<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ling
<pb n="2" facs="tcp:46508:5"/>&amp; domineering Presbytery; the Father of it is Re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bellion, the Mother Inſurrection, the Midwife Sacri<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lege, the Nurſe Coverouſneſs, the Milk Schiſm, the Coats Armour, the Rattles Drums, a bloody Sword the Coral, Money the Babie it delights to play with<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>al: it grows up to be a ſtripling, and goes to School to a Council of War; its Leſſon is on the Trumpet, its Feſcue a Piſtol, its play-days the days of Battel, and black-Monday the Day of Judgement: it comes of age, and is married with a
<hi>Solemn League and Cove<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nant;</hi> it begets Children like it ſelf, whoſe bleſſing upon them, is the power of the Sword; and whoſe impoſition of Hands, are broken Pates. This Mon<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſter cries down the antient Catholick and Apoſtolick power which the Biſhops had, and then takes it up a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gain, and exerciſes it in a higher nature then ever Bi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſhop did; even to the depoſition of Kings, and the delivering them up to the Executioner.</p>
                  <p>Should we trace this viperous Brood from their firſt riſe and original, we ſhall finde their Deſignes founded on Rebellion, to the ruine and deſtruction of the Prince and Biſhop of <hi>Geneva,</hi> under whoſe Do<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>minions the Faction firſt pullulated. 'Twould be too prolix, and inconſiſtent with a Character, to tell you how they have dealt likewiſe with our Princes here at home, verifying that Maxime,
<q>NO BISHOP, NO KING.</q>
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                  <p>But take a ſhort Epitomy of their Actions in what followeth: And</p>
                  <p>Firſt of <hi>Geneva.</hi>
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                     <hi>Calvin</hi> with his Gladiators having expuls'd the Prince and Biſhop of <hi>Geneva,</hi> erects a Government<pb n="3" facs="tcp:46508:5"/>ſo loſty and unexpected, that the People would have nothing to do, either with him or it; and thereupon baniſhed him: being in exile, he plots and contrives the pacification of the peoples fury, by inventing his new fangle of Lay-Elders, which made them ſharers in the Government, and endeared the people to him, ſo that all parties were agreed.</p>
                  <p>As for our Princes here at home,</p>
                  <p>Do but obſerve the behaviour of <hi>Knox</hi> and
<hi>Bucha<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nan,</hi> and the reſt of that Gang, to <hi>Mary</hi> Queen of Scots, as it is related by King <hi>James</hi> himſelf, in his Diſcourſe at <hi>Hampton-Court</hi> to the Presbytery. Theſe two pre-mentioned,
<hi>viz. Knox</hi> and <hi>Buchanan,</hi> came to <hi>Mary</hi> Queen of Scots, telling her, That by right no Pope nor Potentate whatſoever had any ſu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>periority over her, in her own Dominions, either in caſes Civil or Eccleſiaſtical, but that ſhe was Su<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>preme in both, and conſtituted by GOD, as the on<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly nurſing Mother of his Church within her own Kingdom; and therefore conjured her to have a care of the <hi>Evangel</hi> of Chriſt, as ſhe would anſwer it at the dreadful Day of Judgement: She firſt gives them her Ear, and at laſt her Authority; they make uſe of it in the firſt place to the pulling down of Biſhops, and exalted themſelves in their places; and when the Queen expected an abſolute Suprema<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cie, behold, 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 fruſtra<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ted, 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<pb n="4" facs="tcp:46508:6"/>into
<hi>England</hi> for refuge; they follow her with Inve<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ctives, thruſt jealouſie into the Queen of <hi>England</hi>'s Boſome concerning her; whereupon ſhe was conſi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ned, and after a long and tedious impriſonment, put to death. Thus King <hi>James</hi> having put a period to his Diſcourſe directed to Dr. <hi>Reynolds, Knewſtubs,</hi> and the reſt, turns to the Biſhops, and cloſes his Oration with this Animadverſion: <hi>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.</hi>
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                  <p>If you deſire to be ſatisfi'd concerning their deal<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ings with King <hi>James,</hi> her Son, Father to the Martyr <hi>CHARLES</hi> the Firſt, of bleſſed memory, you may finde it in his <hi>Baſilicon Doron: Crebrae adverſus me in Tribunitiis Conſcionibus Calumniae ſpargebantur; non quod ordinem aliquod deſignaſſem, ſed quia Rex eram, quod om<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ni crimine pejus habebatur.</hi> Are theſe men fit to make good Subjects? Did they not convene him, and cate<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>chize him like a School-boy? Did he not proteſt un<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>to his ſon <hi>Henry,</hi> that he hated their proud and haugh<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ty 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
<hi>England,</hi> to <hi>CHARLES</hi> 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 ta<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>king away the Militia, of which it was an Emblem; caſt down his Throne, by depriving him of his Ne<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gative Voice; took his Crown, the Fountain of Ho<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nour, off his head, by denying thoſe Honour, on
<pb n="5" facs="tcp:46508:6"/>whom he had worthily conferred it, without them; took away his Supremacy, ſignifi'd by the ſacred Un<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ction, wherewith he was anointed, in denying him the Liberty of his Conſcience, in the point of Epiſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>copacie 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 Domi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nions: 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 be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nefit 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 <hi>Ahaſuerus</hi> ſaid to
<hi>Haman</hi>) yet not withſtanding all this, was it voted unſatisfactory ſo long, till the Independent Army came from <hi>Edinborougb,</hi> ſurprized and murder<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed 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, <hi>Qui vult media adfinem, vult etiam &amp; ipſum finem;</hi> He that wills the means conducing to the end, wills alſo the end it ſelf:
<hi>Ergo</hi> (will the Royaliſts ſay) ſince the Presby<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>terian 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 Inde<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pendent ſay, You took off his Authority, and we took<pb n="6" facs="tcp:46508:7"/>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 An<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ceſtors to former Princes and Kings. But ſure there is ſome Excuſe remaining; they fought for Religion. I wonder when the Church did change her Wea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pons: Muſt Prayers and Tears be turn'd into Pike and Muſquet? Did GOD refuſe to have his Temple built by
<hi>David,</hi> a Man after his own Heart, becauſe onely his hands were bloody? And will he now con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>deſcend to have his Church repair'd, and her Breach<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>es 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 thun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>der? Or hath his Spirit left the gentle poſture of de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſcending 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 in<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eſtimable 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 Re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſiſters of blows; but with Miters, which have recei<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ved the cleft already; not by broken Pates, but by clo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ven Tongues; not by Men clad in Buff, but by Prieſts cloathed with Righteouſneſs. Deciſions in matters<pb n="7" facs="tcp:46508:7"/>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 Sove<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>raign 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 ſu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſpect him; which when he hath effected, he means to get up upon the Horſe, and ride him at his plea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſure: they pretend the good of the Church, and in<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tend nothing more but the Goods thereof; and like diſſembling Lapwings, make a ſhew of being neareſt the Neſt, when they are fartheſt off it.</p>
                  <p>But they fought for Liberty: Theſe are <hi>piaefraudes, &amp; Religioſi doli;</hi> pious Frauds, religious Deceits: for pray what Liberties did they fight for? If for Li<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>berty 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 <hi>Painim,</hi> that bakes his cake to the queen of heaven, or every ignorant Vo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tary, who creeps to his own Image, or makes his own Idol: for in this kind of liberty we do but ſacrifice un<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>to the net wherein we ſee our ſelves caught, and burn incenſe to the drag that hales us to deſtruction. Chri<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtians are not to be at ſuch Liberty: looſe Chriſti<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ans are but loſt men: true Chriſtians will be conten<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ted to be bound up in the Unity of the ſame Spirit, and with the bond of Peace: if the bond be broken,<pb n="8" facs="tcp:46508:8"/>the Sheaf of Corn is but ſo many looſe Ears, and no way fit to be carried into the Lords Barn: if we be Sons and Daughters, let us belong all to one Houſe; if we be Servants, let us be all of one Family; if we be lively Stones, let us be all of one Building; if we be ſeveral Grapes, yet let us be all of one Cluſter; if we be ſeveral Cluſters, let us be all of one Vine; if we be Saints, let us have a Communion: for this is it which is called the Communion of Saints; this is it which is called Religion, which is derived <hi>à Religan<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>do,</hi> which ſignifies, to binde. Wherefore for the Pu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ritan not to think himſelf bound to thoſe Articles the Church propoſes, is to be of no Religion; and
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                  <p>Perhaps the Presbyter may likewiſe maintain, that he fought for Liberty from Oppreſſion: That is but a weak Excuſe, and carries little of Reaſon or Sence in it: for there is not any Man or Woman, of what Quality or Condition ſoever he be, that underſtands what belongs to any ſuch thing; unleſs it be ſome few that have liberty to do what they will with all the reſt.</p>
                  <p>But what if they took up Arms for the property of the Subject? Alas! I preſume the Subjects had then ſo altered the property of their Goods, that had they but the old properties reſtor'd, they would not think it good fighting for a new; their expectations being ſo much deceiv'd, that inſtead of fighting for the pro<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>perty of the Subject, they rather found themſelves ſubject to have all things in common.</p>
                  <p>If for the Laws of the Land; Whoſe Laws were they? Were they not the King's? And was it pro<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bable that he would not maintain the Foundation of<pb n="9" facs="tcp:46508:8"/>his Houſe from ſinking? Would he not maintain his Leggs under him? Were they not Supporters of that Body Politick whereof he was Head? Nay, does he not maintain himſelf, when he maintains them? for the King and his Laws may, without abſurdity, be compared to GOD and his Word, both inſeparable: for as GOD is the Word, and the Word is GOD; ſo the King is the Law, as the Life thereof; and the Law is the King, as the Body of that Soul. Where<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fore there needed not any fighting againſt the King upon this account, except it were by thoſe who were ambitious to be Kings themſelves.</p>
                  <p>As for Priviledges of Parliament, which poſſibly may come into the number of their pre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tences: I have read of <hi>Jack Cade,</hi>
                     <note place="margin">
                        <hi>Speed</hi>'s <hi>Chronicle.</hi>
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<hi>Richard</hi> the Second, who com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing up as far as <hi>London-Stone,</hi> and reſt<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing himſelf thereon, vowed, That within three days, there ſhould be no other Law but what did proceed out of his own Mouth. Now if it ſtand with the Priviledges of Parliament, to have a few <hi>Jack Cades,</hi> relying on their <hi>London-</hi>Stones, to tell them what they muſt do, and they will have; if it ſtands with the Priviledges of the Presbyterian Parliament, to have Tumults to drive away their King, Armies to awe themſelves, Countries to ſend up their Inhabitants in Multitudes, with Petitions in their Hats, Cudgels in their Hands, and Threatnings in their Mouths, then they have fought to ſome purpoſe.</p>
                  <p>But admit the Puritano-Parliament fought for all theſe Particulars, ſo did the King too: ſo that the King might ſafely expoſtulate with his Parliament, as St. <hi>Paul</hi> did with the reſt of the Apoſtles: Are ye<pb n="10" facs="tcp:46508:9"/>Fighters for the Proteſtant Religion? ſo am I: Are you for the Liberties of the Subject? ſo am I: Are you for the Laws of the Land? ſo am I: Are you for the Priviledges of the Parliament? ſo am I: <hi>And in all theſe things, I have laboured more abundantly then you all.</hi>
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                  <p>Where lies the Quarrel then? It muſt of neceſſity conſiſt in nothing but this, That they did not believe one another: and in that they both fought for one and the ſame Thing, the means of Reconciliation is taken away: for, had they differ'd in their Grounds, the Law might have been Judge between them; Rea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſon might be Judge, the World might be Judge; but
<hi>Rebus ſic ſtantibus,</hi> inſtead of having reaſon to fight, they did but fight againſt Reaſon: both contended for the ſame Power, like the two Women that con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tended for the ſame Child: <hi>Solomon</hi> judged the Child to belong to her who would rather part with it all, then have the Child divided: Now the Parliament would have this powerful Child divided, half to the King, and half to themſelves; the King rather was contented to loſe all. In whom there is moſt affecti<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>on and pity, in him is the Right of true Paren<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tage.</p>
                  <p>But becauſe there were no <hi>Solomons</hi> in that Age, we will go the downright way to work.</p>
                  <p>The Presbyter fought in defence of the King's Per<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſon, Crown and Dignity; can you believe him? I'm ſure you may believe and be confident the King did. They took up Arms to unite him to his Parliament, and make him a moſt glorious Monarch, by reviling his ſacred Perſon, and beſpattering him with malevo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lent Tongues; did they not then fight upon falſe
<pb n="11" facs="tcp:46508:9"/>Grounds? Did they not give themſelves the lye? and ſhall they be believed ſtill? But inſtead of being in<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtructed by
<hi>Solomons</hi> divided Child, they divided their <hi>Solomon.</hi> But if they had remembred what ill luck the Nation ever had by impriſoning their Kings one<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly, they would have deſiſted ſpeedily from their hel<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>liſh Enterprize: for when they had impriſoned the old Lion and the young, within their Grates, the third <hi>Henry</hi> and his Son, did they not make the whole Land ſhake? Had not the whole Kingdom a ſhrewd Ague-fit at that very time? Did they not (like fire too cloſe beſieg'd with Clouds) ſally out in Thunder and Lightning, to the terrour and deſtruction of all thoſe that ſtood in the way? What ſucceſs had the impriſonment of <hi>Edward</hi> the Second? Upon his Im<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>priſonment followed his Depoſition, and the murder of his Perſon was the conſequent of the depoſement of his Dignity. But what became of thoſe that were the occaſion of it, and did it? Is there one remain<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing of the Name of <hi>Mortimer?</hi> Was not that <hi>Morti<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mer</hi> who was the cauſe of his impriſonment, behead<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed? Were not all thoſe who had a hand in it con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dignly puniſhed? Nay, was not the immediate Heir of this too much Conniver at his Fathers Sufferings, and too ready Accepter of his Fathers Office, impri<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſoned, depoſed and murdered? And pray ſatisfie me in this likewiſe, What ſucceſs had the impriſonment of <hi>Richard</hi> the Second? It coſt the Kingdom whole Ages of miſeries, 80 of her Nobility, and 100000 of her Commons, &amp; the diſpoſing of all her Royal Ro<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſes in their Buds, before they were half blown, until there was but one of a colour left in the Royal Gar<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>den of <hi>Great Britain;</hi> and they being married, made<pb n="12" facs="tcp:46508:10"/>a compoſure of Red and White, as bluſhing at the former Miſchiefs.</p>
                  <p>The Presbyter is a Zealous Dragooner, the Holy Man of War, that is ever beating up his Drums a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gainſt Loyalty and Nobility: ſearch through the New Teſtament, and you may learn the Genealogie of our Saviour, by the Names in their Regiments; nor need the Muſter-Maſter uſe any other Liſt then the firſt Chapter of St. <hi>Matthew;</hi> which makes me admire how they could ever object to the King, the bringing in of Forraigners, when they themſelves maintain'd ſuch an Army of Hebrews. He is one that rifles Colledges, to promote Learning; and pulls down Churches, for Edification. He had once al<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>moſt put out one of the Kingdoms Eyes, by cloud<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing one of the Univerſities; and if that Scotch miſt had farther prevail'd, had extinguiſh'd the other. 'Twas never a good world, ſince the name of Church was turn'd into Kirk, and afterwards dwindled into a Conventicle; 'twas a ſad time ever ſince a feeble <hi>By my truly</hi> did walk the Streets as familiarly among us, as <hi>Myn Heer</hi> in <hi>Holland.</hi> But now we have his ſa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cred Majeſty reſtored to his right Title, we are con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fident of a better World, <hi>Velit nolit Smectymnuus,</hi> in ſpite of the Presbyters Teeth.</p>
                  <p>He is one that hath as little minde to do the King<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dom good, as the Church hath to lap holy-Water. He is a Pulpit <hi>Boutefeu,</hi> that uſes to give the Congre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gation a Scotiſh Jigg, and ſo tune his Noſe with Hymns and Songs for the deſtruction of the Nobility of our Engliſh Nation; a Butcher that exercis'd his Function, <hi>Cum Privilegio,</hi> in former times, endeavour<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing to bring Loyalty to the Shambles: one that ne<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ver
<pb n="13" facs="tcp:46508:10"/>was quiet, till the Creatures of the Prerogative were all turn'd into the Pound together; till the Peers were pickled up with their King, to ſatisfie his ambitions on his Prince, and to feed on the Carcaſſes of the People. He is one that thinks it is his Privi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ledge, and would quote Scripture ſor't, <hi>To binde the Kings and Nobles of the earth in chains:</hi> and yet to dreſs out all for his more devout palate, the name of GOD muſt be placed in the front of his ſucceſs, as if he were the onely Darling of the Almighty, or rather, as if he were Preſident in all the Proceedings and Conſultations of the Presbyterian Iſrael. His God is his Money, and therefore will rather make Money of GOD and the Church, then fail of an Inheritance. He did endeavour ſome few years paſt, to convert our Times into the Primitive; and made Great <hi>CHARLES</hi> wear Fig-leave Breeches, like <hi>A<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dam,</hi> by ſtripping him of his Royal Robes and Re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>venues.</p>
                  <p>As for the Scotiſh Presbyter, I am ſorry I muſt waſte Paper upon him: But being he hath ever en<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>deavoured tooth and nail, according to his utmoſt a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bility, to make himſelf conſiderable by being trou<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bleſome, it will not be amiſs to ſound the depth of their conſtant Deſignes: which that I may the better do, give me leave to trace them in their Encroach<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ments, from the firſt to the laſt, upon our Engliſh Nation.</p>
                  <p>When they firſt found themſelves powerful in their own Country, they became moſt zealous in aſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſerting the Presbyterian Diſcipline againſt the Epiſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>copal; by which means they gained the Amity and Friendſhip of all the pretended Religious Party in<pb n="14" facs="tcp:46508:11"/>
                     <hi>England:</hi> for they ſtood ſeemingly for no ſiniſter ends, but meerly for the purity of Religion, and Liberty of Conſcience, againſt Epiſcopal Power and Innovati<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ons, as they termed the moſt ancient Doctrine of the Church; as alſo, for the Laws and Liberties of the Nation, invaded by the Prerogative: for the redreſs of which Abuſes, a Parliament was call'd; who not obtaining ſuch a relief of forged Grievances, as they expected; pretended a conſtraint of taking up Arms in defence of their Liberties; and the Engliſh Zea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lots had recourſe to the Scots for their aſſiſtance, who immediately condeſcended thereunto, and thought it but Reaſon and Equity to joyn with them, without diſpute or ſcruple, (pretty tender-conſcienc'd Babes they were, in the interim! that's clear:) But they conſidering now was the time (if ever) to make their Markets, and their own Intereſt as much Engliſh as might be, came not off ſo roundly as they expected; wherefore they fell to bartering, like Huckſters, and no Bargain could be made, forſooth, without a Cove<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nant: They would not joyn, except they might be (in a manner) all one with us; and this Union muſt be ſeal'd with that <hi>Solemn League and Covenant:</hi> What their meaning was therein, you ſhall underſtand by and by, by taking a view of their Actions, which are the moſt ſure Interpreters. <hi>Yet even at that time, ſome men had their eyes in their heads, and many Objections were made at divers Expreſsions in the Covenant, and many De<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſires for Explanations of ſome Articles more fully.</hi> But the Scots ſtanding ſtiff upon their own Terms, and no Conjunction like to be obtain'd without the Cove<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nant, and the Engliſh Presbyterians neceſſities re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>quiring no delay, (as they imagin'd) were glad to<pb n="15" facs="tcp:46508:11"/>take it as it was offer'd, without farther queſtion, or demur.</p>
                  <p>It was no ſooner taken here at <hi>London,</hi> but imme<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>diately every one began to make his advantages, (through the multitude and ambiguity of Expreſſi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ons) and by it to promote his ſeveral Intereſt; as if it had been made to engage unto a particular Party, not to unite two Nations in a common Intereſt. But a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bove all, the <hi>Scots,</hi> having had the honor of this inven<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tion, conceived themſelves much injur'd by any that deny'd them the Prerogative of making an Interpre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tation; and in matter of Religion, urged their own Diſcipline as the only Pattern to reform the Church by; and their Plea had been far better, could they have proved it to be
<hi>[According to the Word of GOD]</hi> which Clauſe was moſt luckily inſerted. Notwith<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtanding all the Reaſons to the contrary, the Scotiſh Module was ſtill preſſed: The Scot was willing to ride; and having (as he thought) the Engliſh faſt bridled with a Covenant, he began to ſwitch and ſpur: The Throne of the Kirk was the ſtalking-horſe to catch Geeſe; and if that could have been ſettled, then there had been no denying them whatſoever they could ask; they would have ſeated themſelves finely in this fat ſoil, and ſurely too; there would be no removing them out of our Councils, whereof they had then been Members and Partakers. For had the Kirk-Intereſt been once confirmed among us, then by vertue of that Authority which they uſe, to con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>trole the Civil Power, the Parliament muſt have been ſubſervient to all their Ends and Purpoſes; and ſince the Engliſh Puritans had been (as they ſay) con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtrain'd (to make their Party ſtrong, and maintain<pb n="16" facs="tcp:46508:12"/>Correſpondencies for their own preſervation) to gratifie their Scotiſh Founders in all their Deſires; ſo that the Scots might eaſily have tranſlated the Co<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>venant-Union, to as good as an abſolute National-Union, by gaining a Joynt-Intereſt with us, in our Affairs for ever; and conſequently, in all the Profits, great Offices, Councels and Concernments of this Nation.</p>
                  <p>Now whether this were their Deſign or not, in the Covenant,
<hi>ab origine,</hi> I ſhall not now determine; but let it be judged by their inſolent behaviour here a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mong us, after they were admitted to our Councils: And therefore in the next place, I ſhall examine their Proceedings, which moſt evidently repreſent them in their intentions.—It ſufficed them not af<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ter they were come in, that they had an equal Power with the Factions in the Committee at <hi>Derby-Houſe,</hi> which was allowed them; but driving a powerful Party in both Houſes, they took upon them to med<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dle with matters relating to the future peace and ſet<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tlement of the Nation, much pretended, but not at all intended; and that dinſtinct from their own too; and to provide for an equal Intereſt with the Presby<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tery of <hi>England.</hi>
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                  <p>The firſt moſt notorious Evidence of this (though there had been many before) was diſcovered at the <hi>Uxbridge-Treaty,</hi> where the Propoſitions of both Hou<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſes being preſented to his Majeſty of bleſſed memo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ry, it was found the Scots had ſo far provided for themſelves by their Party in the Houſes, That in time to come, the ordering of the Engliſh Militia, the power of making War and Peace, and all other Pre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rogatives of Government, were to be adminiſtred by<pb n="17" facs="tcp:46508:12"/>a proportionable number of Scots, as well as Eng<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>liſh: A thing ſo ridiculous, and an Encroachment ſo palpable, that his Majeſty, in one of his Anſwers, took notice of it, and ſaid, <hi>He was not ſo much an Ene<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>my to the Engliſh Nation, as to ſigne thoſe Propoſitions:</hi> or ſomewhat (I'm confident) to that purpoſe.</p>
                  <p>A ſecond Evidence or Diſcovery of their En<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>croachments, was made upon the delivering in di<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vers papers to the Parliament, at ſeveral times, where<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>in they diſputed their claim, and ventured their Lo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gick upon the Letter of the Covenant, to prove an Intereſt in diſpoſal of matters meerly relating to our welfare (as was thought;) which they re-inforced afterwards, with new recruits of Arguments, when the King came into their Army.</p>
                  <p>But not knowing how to maintain their Argu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ments, they were contented for that time to quit them, and the King too, upon ſuch Terms as are noto<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rious to all the world; who being at length reduced under the power of the Parliament and Army, Pro<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>poſitions were ſent to him at
<hi>Hampton-Court,</hi> where<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>in no ſuch Proviſion being made for the Scotiſh In<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tereſt, as was in thoſe at <hi>Uxbridge,</hi> their Commiſſion<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ers here proteſted againſt them, accuſed the Parlia<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ment of Breach of Covenant, and complained high<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly in one of their Declarations, that they ſhould be ſo neglected.</p>
                  <p>This may ſerve as a third Evidence of their Cove<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nant-Deſign of Encroachment: Whereto may be added one more: When the King, Father of our moſt gratious Soveraign, was at
<hi>Carisbrook-Caſtle,</hi> whither the Commiſſioners of Parliament were no ſooner arrived with Propoſitions again, but the<pb n="18" facs="tcp:46508:13"/>Scots Commiſſioners were at hand, and for the ſame reaſon, pro<gap reason="illegible" resp="#OXF" extent="1 letter">
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                     </gap>ent Demeanors and Expreſſions from time to time, and crying up the Covenant for their defence, it is clear enough what their intentions were when they urged it unto the Presbytery of this Nati<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>on<gap reason="illegible" resp="#OXF" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>; and notwithſtanding all the ſpecious pretences of Brotherly Love, their Deſigne in it hitherto, hath been onely to ſcrew themſelves into an equal Intereſt with this our Nation.</p>
                  <p>Having ſmelt out their Project thus far, give me leave to trace them on to the end, as ſuccinctly as may be.</p>
                  <p>The Royal Party being ſuppreſt, and ſo no farther occaſion to make uſe of the Scotiſh Army, the Parlia<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ment with ſome difficulty made a ſhift to ſend them home into their own Country; but being defeated of their Aims and Expectations, they could not ſo reſt: Having failed of their Ends by pretending for Parliament, they reſolved next to try what they could do upon the Kings Score; and ſo the Grandees turn'd the Tables, in hope of an after-Game, by cloſing with Duke <hi>Hamilton,</hi> upon the Royal Account; not doubt<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing, but if they gain'd the Day this way, to recom<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pence their Travels with much more advantage. The Covenant, like a
<hi>Noſe of Wax,</hi> apt to be turned any way, ſerved this Enterprize every jot as well as the former; though the Deſigne were different from what it was, the Great ones not caring much what became of the Kirk-Intereſt, ſince they had agreed for the ſecurity of their own; which muſt needs have been very conſiderable, if they could have re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>deemed<pb n="19" facs="tcp:46508:13"/>his Majeſty, and reſtored him into the condi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tion of an abſolute Monarch. Therefore the Kirk ſee<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing themſelves left in the lurch, thundered out their Curſes amain, upon that hypocritical Engagement, as deſtructive to the Covenant.</p>
                  <p>But the Grandees being at a loſs likewiſe, upon Duke
<hi>Hamilton</hi>'s Defeat, were glad to cry <hi>Peccavi</hi> to the Kirk.</p>
                  <p>Within a while after, a new Door of Hope being opened to them, by the Right of Succeſſion which they knew belonged to his preſent MAJESTY; they to ingratiate with him, proclaim him their King: and here the Grandees and the Kirk joyning hands a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gain, become Friends, and offer their ſervice for his Reſtitution upon Terms of the Covenant, which was pretended to be framed at firſt for the preſerva<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tion of the Parliament, and the Liberties of the peo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ple, againſt Regal power; but is, now that the Scots can ſerve their Deſign no longer that way, become the ground of their compliance with his MAJESTY; being reſolved this way, ſince they have failed in all the reſt, to try whether they could accompliſh their profane Projects through the Covenant, by inſinua<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ting themſelves into places of Honour, Profit and Power, that they may domineer in the Poſſeſſions, as their <hi>Phariſaical Prieſts</hi> would over the Conſciences of the Engliſh.</p>
                  <p>Thus having made way, in diſcovering what the Deſign of the Scots hath ever been, and is at this in<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtant; certainly no Man, that is Maſter of a true Engliſh Spirit, but will abhor the Hypocritical Pre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tences and Encroachments of that perſidious Na<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tion.</p>
                  <p>
                     <pb n="20" facs="tcp:46508:14"/>Therefore it being evident that their Deſigne in urging the Covenant upon the Presbyterian here in
<hi>England,</hi> was only to inſinuate themſelves into an e<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>qual Intereſt with our own Nation; I ſhall in the next place, diſcover the great Inconveniencies and Hazards that our Nation muſt of neceſſity have undergone, in caſe it ſhould happen as they ever endeavour'd, to be knit together in a National Union.</p>
                  <p>A National Union hath been often whiſpered a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mong them heretofore; and there's no doubt but they would bid high for it, if ever they have occaſion; and then it muſt needs have been a very fine world, when we had been confounded with a miſcellany of Scotiſh and Engliſh; when Scots ſhould have been competitors with us in point of priviledge, vie wealth with us in our Poſſeſſions, Honours and Dignities; and they would either have impos'd new Laws upon us, or alter'd the old, according as they judg'd it for their advantage; for a Scotch Covenanters ſtomach will allow no diſtinction betwixt Presbyter and Inde<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pendent, but can digeſt the Eſtate of an Engliſh Co<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>venanter, without ſo much as a ſcruple of regret or compaſſion.</p>
                  <p>But it is a very great wonder, ſince the ſtage-play of the Covenant, and the Actors are brought on this ſide the Curtain, and we know what they are, through all their Diſguiſes, and what they aim at, that yet many of our Engliſh Nation ſhould be ſo ſtupid as to be led away with their cheats and pretences for a Reformation; ſince it is evident that their chief Lea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ders and Sticklers gape onely after Profit and Prefer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ment, and (according to the cuſtome of all Forraign<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ers in Arms) will make no diſtinction between<pb n="21" facs="tcp:46508:14"/>Friend and Foe, ſo they may ſatisfie their covetous and ambitious ends.</p>
                  <p>And for a concluſion to the whole, as to their acti<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ons, that theſe particulars may appear more ſolid then meer inſinuation, give me leave to confirm what we have ſaid concerning them, by ſome Authentick Examples; it being an ordinary caſe in the World, That
<note n="*" place="margin">
                        <p>
                           <hi>Ab iſtis exercitibus quos defendendi ſui cau<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſa attraxerunt evertun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tur.</hi> Peucer.</p>
                        <p>
                           <hi>Auxiliatores ut ſolet fieri, poſteà fiunt Domini.</hi> Strigel. 2 Paralip. 28.</p>
                     </note> Com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>monwealths and Kingdoms have been often oppreſs'd by thoſe For<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>raigners, that came, or were in<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vited in, as Friends, to give their aſſiſtance; and ſo would they have done undoubtedly, had their power been ſuita<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ble to their will.</p>
                  <p>Here before I proceed, let me call to minde a ſtory of the Hedgehog in the Fable, who being almoſt dead with cold, chanced to light upon a Foxes Ken<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nel; where, asking for entertainment, the Fox more compaſſionate then wiſe, grants his Requeſt: but the Hedghog, as ſoon as he recovered warmth, began to briſtle and prick the Fox; who complaining of his un<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>worthy carriage, the Hedghog made anſwer, <hi>That if he found him troubleſome, he might leave him, and ſeek a new Lodging.</hi> I ſhall leave the Application to thoſe that would entertain the Scots as Friends, to conſider whe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther they ſhould finde more courteſie from them, if they had power here, then the Fox did from the Hedghog, or then other Nations have had from the friendly pretences of forraign Auxiliaries.</p>
                  <p>Concerning this, there are ſeveral Preſidents.</p>
                  <p>The <hi>Macedonians</hi> being invited by the
<hi>The<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bans,</hi>
                     <note place="margin">Juſtin.</note> to aſſiſt them againſt the <hi>Phocians,</hi> made <pb n="22" facs="tcp:46508:15"/>a ſhift not onely to ſeat themſelves among the <hi>Thebans,</hi> but under the conduct of King <hi>Philip,</hi> made way to the Conqueſt of all <hi>Greece.</hi>
                  </p>
                  <p>So the <hi>Perſians,</hi>
                     <note place="margin">Xenophon, li.
7.</note> coming as Friends to aid one party in a Civil Diviſion in
<hi>Caria,</hi> ſup<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>preſs'd both, and depriv'd that Common-wealth of its liberty.</p>
                  <p>And the <hi>Carthaginians</hi> in the firſt <hi>Punick</hi> War, re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ceived more prejudice from the <hi>Celtae,</hi> their Confede<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rates and Brethren in Covenant, then from the <hi>Ro<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mans,</hi> their Enemies.</p>
                  <p>The <hi>Goths</hi> and <hi>Vandals,</hi>
                     <note place="margin">Pezel. par. 4. pag. 613.</note> being invited by the Emperor
<hi>Theodoſius</hi> for his aſſiſtance, deprived him of <hi>Italy</hi> and <hi>Spain.</hi> After<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>wards, the <hi>Longbeards,</hi> or <hi>Lombards,</hi> being called in by <hi>Narſes,</hi> againſt the <hi>Goths,</hi> ſeated themſelves for above 200 years in that part of <hi>Italy,</hi> which from them, was called <hi>Lombardy.</hi>
                  </p>
                  <p>A quarrel happening between the two <hi>Saracen Sultans</hi> of <hi>Perſia</hi> and <hi>Babylon,</hi>
                     <note place="margin">Circa Annum Chriſti 870. Chytraeus in Apoc. cap. 9.</note> the <hi>Perſian</hi> called in the Turks, under the conduct of their Captain <hi>Tangrolipix,</hi> out of
<hi>Scythia,</hi> who ſeated themſelves firſt in a part of his Dominions.</p>
                  <p>In the time of the Emperour <hi>Frederick</hi> the Third, the Princes of <hi>Italy</hi> being in contention, the Pope cal<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>led in the
<hi>Spaniard,</hi> and ſeveral other Princes, to com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>poſe the Quarrel;
<note place="margin">In Chron. Phil. li. 5.</note> which being done, a new one aroſe betwixt the Auxiliary Prin<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ces, for the Lordſhip of
<hi>Italy;</hi> but the <hi>Spaniard</hi> drave away the reſt, and made bold to keep poſſeſſion himſelf.</p>
                  <p>Thus likewiſe the <hi>Spaniards</hi> being invited into
<hi>Sicily</hi>
                     <pb n="23" facs="tcp:46508:15"/>and <hi>Naples,</hi> to free them from the
<hi>French,</hi> did indeed expel the <hi>French,</hi> but poſſeſſed both Kingdoms them<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſelves.</p>
                  <p>On the other ſide, a controverſie ariſing betwixt
<hi>Lewis,</hi> and <hi>John Sforza,</hi> for the Dutchy of <hi>Millain; John</hi> called in the <hi>Spaniards</hi> to his party, and <hi>Lewis</hi> the
<hi>French;</hi> but the <hi>French</hi> driving <hi>John</hi> and the
<hi>Spa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>niards</hi> away, made themſelves at that time Maſters of the
<hi>Dukedom,</hi> and carried their Friend <hi>Lewis</hi> priſoner into
<hi>France.</hi>
                  </p>
                  <p>Thus, in old time, our Anceſtors, the Saxons, being called in by <hi>Vortigern,</hi>
                     <note place="margin">Sam. Daniel.</note> the Britiſh King, to aſſiſt him againſt the In<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vaſions of the <hi>Picts</hi> and
<hi>Scots,</hi> turn'd their Arms againſt the <hi>Britains,</hi> and driving them into <hi>Wales,</hi> tranſmitted the poſſeſſion of this Iſland, to us their poſterity.</p>
                  <p>So the <hi>Scots</hi> likewiſe (as <hi>Bodin</hi> affirms)<note place="margin">John Bodin. li. 5. cap. 5.</note> being called in to the aſſiſtance of the <hi>Picts</hi> againſt the <hi>Britains,</hi> poſſeſt them<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſelves of the beſt part of that Kingdom, which they hold at this day.</p>
                  <p>And now I would fain know of the Admirers of the Scotiſh Nation, what aſſurance they can have, not<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>withſtanding their fiue Flouriſhes of pretended Friendſhip, that they ſhould not ſerve us, as their Anceſtors did the <hi>Picts;</hi> or as others did other Na<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tions, whom they oppreſt under as glorious pretences, in caſe they ſhould get the power into their hand; e<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſpecially ſince of late time they have made ſo many palpable Diſcoveries of Encroachment upon the Engliſh.</p>
                  <p>
                     <pb n="24" facs="tcp:46508:16"/>Seeing therefore, that their Covenant-Cauſe ap<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pears a Cauſe for Intrenchment upon our National Intereſt, rather then for Religion or Monarchy; I may reaſonably conclude, That it concerns all Parties whatſoever (if not for the miſery that would follow it, yet out of a deteſtation of their Deſignes and En<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>deavours) to ſhake them off, and utterly relinquiſh them.</p>
                  <p>As for the Engliſh Presbytery, whence it was, hath been manifeſted already; but for what ends brought into <hi>England,</hi> is not here to be diſputed: But if we ſhould grant the intentions of its firſt Fautors to be pure in the Fountain, (as they would fain maintain, though we are ſatisfi'd to the contrary) yet it appears polluted in the ſtreams, by the corruption of their Succeſſors: for, as the Primitive Pretences of it were high and glorious, in its infancy; ſo being grown up to maturity, it hath (after the manner of all other things that participate of worldly mixtures) in time contracted ſo many Adulterations of worldly Intereſt, that it hath loſt the Beauty which it once ap<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>peared to have, and ſerves every Sophiſter, as a Cloak to cover his ambitious Deſignes.</p>
                  <p>But ſince it is arrived, notwithſtanding, to ſuch a height, in the opinion of many, as to be cried up for the onely Pattern of Government under the Goſpel, this is to be imputed to the blinde Zeal of thoſe that are miſled, and the Deceitfulneſs of the Leaders, rather then the intention of its Author, Mr. <hi>Calvin,</hi> as it appears: for he never ſeem'd to ſtretch his Mo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dule ſo far, as the Neceſſity and Univerſality of a <hi>DIVINE RIGHT;</hi> but ſeems onely to have
<pb n="25" facs="tcp:46508:16"/>hewn part of the Building out of the Rock of the Scriptures, and piec'd up the reſidue by politique Rules, ſuch as he conceiv'd might ſound neareſt the Text, and ſerve moſt conveniently to cement the diſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>joynted Members of the then broken and tumultuous Commonwealth of <hi>Geneva,</hi> into an intire and well-compacted Body.</p>
                  <p>It was no ſooner lick'd into Form there, but (as it is the fate of all things new) it began to be much ex<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>toll'd and admir'd; and the fame thereof ſpreading in <hi>England,</hi> as well as other parts, wrought in many of our <hi>Country-men,</hi> 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, <hi>Presbytery, Elder, Deacon</hi> and
<hi>Aſſembly,</hi> &amp;c. ſound more Goſpel-like, then <hi>Dioceſs, Church-warden, Arch-deacon,</hi> and <hi>High-Commiſsion,</hi> &amp;c. With theſe Terms the
<note n="*" place="margin">
                        <hi>Maxima pars vulgi capitur Ambagibus.</hi>
                     </note> ordinary ſort of Religious Perſons, not able to ſee through the Shell of words, into the Kernell or ſub<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtance of the buſineſs, were eaſily led to a belief of high matters; whereas this new form, like the <hi>Trojan</hi> Horſe, brought an Army of Miſchiefs in the belly of it, which have of late years been ſufficiently diſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>covered.</p>
                  <p>For immediately after the Epiſcopal Form was a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>boliſhed here, as corrupt and Antichriſtian, the chief Sticklers of the Presbyterian Faction began to ſhew their Teeth; and ſitting in an Aſſembly cheek by
<pb n="26" facs="tcp:46508:17"/>jole with the Parliament, intermedled with their Af<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fairs, 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 demand<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed the voting of this in both Houſes, as <hi>Jure Divino,</hi> 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.</p>
                  <p>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 Linca<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ments 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.</p>
                  <p>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 <hi>Diana,</hi> that eve<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ry Prayer was a Stratagem, and moſt Sermons meer Plots againſt the Government they lived un<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>der.</p>
                  <p>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 conſidera<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tion of the many ſad Conſequents which may fol<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>low.</p>
                  <p>
                     <pb n="27" facs="tcp:46508:17"/>For though they uſe all poſſible means to draw in the Royal Party to their own, yet it can never be ef<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fected: 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 <hi>CHARLES</hi> the firſt, <hi>Diminutione Capitis,</hi> in the con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dition of a Captive; they ſpoil'd him as a King, before others executed him as a private Man; they de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>priv'd him of his Earthly Crown, and kept him languiſhing; whereas a reverend Fa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther of the Church ſays,
<note n="*" place="margin">See the Iriſh Bi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſhop's Sermon at the <hi>Hague,</hi> in print.</note> 
                     <hi>Others were more courteous in ſending him to an Hea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>venly.</hi>
                  </p>
                  <p>As for the inconveniences which the Presbyterian Deſigne would bring upon the whole Nation, gueſs at them by theſe following Particulars.</p>
                  <p>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 Digni<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ty.</p>
                  <p>It never was embraced yet, by any one Nation, in a National Form, but by <hi>Scotland;</hi> this, as
<note n="*" place="margin">See the Caſe of the King<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dom ſtated. <hi>Anno</hi> 1647.</note> One obſerved; was done in the Mi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>riority of King <hi>James,</hi> 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
<hi>Ixion</hi>'s <hi>Juno</hi> 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,<pb n="28" facs="tcp:46508:18"/>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 Hecti<expan>
                        <am>
                           <g ref="char:abque"/>
                        </am>
                        <ex>que</ex>
                     </expan> in the Body poli<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tick of <hi>Scotland,</hi> that the ſubſtance of Kingly power was utterly conſumed (and nothing left) as we ſee at this day, but the bare Bones, the very <hi>Skeleton</hi> of Mo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>narchy.</p>
                  <p>But 'tis taken <hi>pro confeſſa,</hi> the Presbyterian would have a King; yet ſuch a one as ſhould only bear the Name, a Scare-Crow of Royalty: and he does pre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tend to maintain the Monarchical Form, yet actu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ally deſtroys the very Fundamentals of Monarchy. Now what prejudice will it be to us, if this Diſcipline ſhould take? for beſides, though this mad Presbyte<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rian 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.</p>
                  <p>Now were theſe Prieſts ſeated here (<gap reason="illegible" resp="#OXF" extent="1 word">
                        <desc>〈◊〉</desc>
                     </gap> they are in <hi>Scotland</hi>) in a ſure Succeſſion (as it hath been long ſince
<note n="*" place="margin">See the Caſe of the King<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dom ſtated. <hi>
                           <g ref="char:V">Ʋ</g>t ſupra.</hi>
                     </note> obſerved in Print) a correſpondency being cheriſhed be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tween 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<pb n="29" facs="tcp:46508:18"/>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.</p>
                  <p>Beſides, one Reaſon more why Presbytery is ſo much deſtructive, is, becauſe of the
<note n="*" place="margin">
                        <hi>In ordine ad ſpiritualia.</hi>
                     </note> Popiſh Trick taken up by the Presby<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>terian Prieſts, in drawing all ſecular Af<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fairs, within the compaſs of their ſpiritual Juriſdicti<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>on, 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 o<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther, 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.</p>
                  <p>Now therefore conſidering what the Nature and Deſigne of the Presbytery is, and what miſchievous inconveniences muſt unavoidably follow it; I leave it to every reaſonable man, whether he thinks he ought not diſengage himſelf from that unreaſonable and factions Party.</p>
                  <p>But I muſt not leave him thus; I have a VVord or two more for him, like it, or leave it.</p>
                  <p>He is one whoſe Loyns are far more fruitful then his Brain, and the Iſſue of both, alike ſpurious. He is one of the more ſerious Rabbies of the time; a<pb n="30" facs="tcp:46508:19"/>Linſey-wolſey Elder of the people, who weaves his home-ſpun Lectures with News and Divinity, and dreſſes all his Politicks and Diſcourſes in a Scripture<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mode, to make them paſſe the more currant among his Proſelytes; and yet will ſet both Scripture and Conſcience upon the wrack to bring about his own end. He has ever had an ambition to ride a Cock-horſe upon <hi>Jure Divino:</hi> but ſure men will have more wit, then to be ridden like Aſſes, or the foals of Aſſes, by the Babyloniſh <hi>Jockies,</hi> notwithſtanding their
<hi>Jus divium.</hi>
                  </p>
                  <p>He came out of <hi>Scotland</hi> mounted on a Galloway-Nag, to Weſtminſter at firſt, and the Houſes were fain to furniſh him with Provender; therefore it would be but impudence in him to think to pra<gap reason="illegible" resp="#OXF" extent="1+ letters">
                        <desc>•…</desc>
                     </gap>e and caper as he has done heretofore. He can ſing a <hi>Hoſanna</hi> to the Mother-Kirk, and will offer to con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>jure up Saint <hi>Peter</hi> and Saint <hi>Paul,</hi> with all the reſt of the Diſciples and Primitive Saints, to bear witneſs to her Chriſtendome, unleſſe it be <hi>Timothy</hi> and <hi>Titus,</hi> whom they look upon as Biſhops, and ſo no com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>petent witneſſes touching the right of Claſſicall or Congregational Elderſhips. He will be ſure to cry down the Divine Right of Epiſcopacy, and ſo be the cauſe, that like wild Beaſts without Bridling, Men wander and range as they pleaſe, with all Licen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tiouſneſs in Doctrine and Manners, and run over all the Boundaries of Civil Relations or Propriety, to make way for a Pious Parity and Communion, whereby we may all walk together in pure Familiari<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ty, without either reſpect of Perſons or Sexes. He has a Motley Face, and a Medley Conſcience; and
'tis a thouſand pities but that his Picture ſhould be<pb n="31" facs="tcp:46508:19"/>taken after the faſhion of thoſe ſquint <hi>Italian</hi> Pieces, which preſent a Saint on one ſide, and a Monſter on the other.</p>
                  <p>He's a divine <hi>Jocky,</hi> that drives as furiouſly as
<hi>Jehu;</hi> and will run out of his ſmall Wits with ſwitch and ſpur, for preferment. He could willingly creep into the Vice-Chancellour's Scarlet, or the Deanery of <hi>Chriſt-Church;</hi> and if he does at any time, 'tis tranſla<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ted into the name of <hi>Maſterſhip;</hi> to ſhew that he ne<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ver intended Reformation ſhould reach any farther then to change the prophane names of <hi>Biſhops</hi> and <hi>Deans,</hi> into <hi>Elders</hi> and <hi>Deacons;</hi> who may enjoy the old Poſſeſſions under a new Form, without ſuch un<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſanctified and ſuperſtitions Titles, which are the one<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly ſtumbling-blocks to the converted Gentiles, in the High-way of Sacriledge.</p>
                  <p>He's a vile Cobler of Controverſie, a dull a-la-mode-Reformer, a Tranſlator of Antiquity, that hath pull'd the Church all to pieces, and knows not how to patch it up again; that hath ſhaken the very Funda<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mentals of Religion, and then endeavours to bungle it with odde fopperies of his own invention: for the ancient Creed of the Church being quite out of fa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſhion, he has cut out a Confeſſion of faith, according to the large proportion of his own VViſdom; and wyre-drawn the buſineſs above twenty yards in mea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſure beyond the <hi>Alcoran</hi> or <hi>Talmud.</hi> He is one that drives a great Trade in the Trafficks of rich Livings, betwixt
<hi>London</hi> and the Country; and ſo gets a pret<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ty Revenue to hold up Uſury, and find Candles of Conſolation to cheriſh his Zeal, and leave Portions to the Children of <hi>Presbytery.</hi>
                  </p>
                  <p>He is a Stoical Pretender, a Mammoniſt, an Epicure
<pb n="32" facs="tcp:46508:20"/>of the Long Robe, and delights infinitely to bathe himſelf in the Golden Streams of Sacriledge. He's a bleating Bell-Weather of the General Aſſembly; and whereſoever there appears any Loyalty, he gives an Alarm to his Lung-pipes immediately; then out comes the Son of the Kirk in array, with all the Bag and Baggage of Uſe and Application, to bring up the Rear of his Sermon. Nay, rather then fail, An<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tichriſt and Monarchy ſhall both be brought together to the Stake, and baited by the mad Dogs of the times, to inflame the Multitude.</p>
                  <p>But though they have done this over and over, 'tis all to no purpoſe: for the Bag-pipes draw little or no Company at all now; and are as little regarded as Ballad-ſingers, that are alwayes in one Tune.
<hi>Re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>formation</hi> and <hi>Chevy-Chaſe</hi> are much of the ſame cre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dit and ſtanding. And ſince the people have ſeen Covenant and Concupiſcence (the two Twins of our Mother-Kirk) walk hand in hand together, they are willing now to part them. He's a holy Bellows<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mender of the flea-bitten Synod, that knows how (upon any occaſion) to blow the coals of the Altar, to make a Sacrifice of Cities and Kingdomes. Be confident that he acknowledges no Holy-days, be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cauſe there is ſuperſtition in <hi>Eaſter,</hi> but none in Uſu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ry; and he is not at leaſure to minde the Reſurrecti<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>on, or
<hi>ſeek thoſe things that are above,</hi> having ſo much to diſpatch about Traffick here below; which buſi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſs he proſecutes with extreme devotion. But if you ſee him upon a Faſt day, at a Summers Exerciſe, when he baits his Text, and himſelf into a Bathe, you would take him in the Pulpit, for <hi>Cornelius</hi> in his Tub; and if a <hi>Cavalier</hi> chance to preach on Good-Friday,<pb n="33" facs="tcp:46508:20"/>be confident he's clapt in priſon, to ſhew un<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>to the world, that their Eaſter-Devotions are ſuitable unto their Chriſtmas; and that they care as little for the ſufferings, as the birth of our Saviour. For Zeal (forſooth) that fiery Goſſip will not permit an Uni<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>on with the Cavaliers, by any means, unleſs they will yeild to have their Conſciences crampt with the Covenant. He's a Divine Puppit that is trimm'd and trick'd up with the fine Phant'ſies of the Directory, and Confeſſion of the New Cut; as alſo all the Whimſies of the Modiſh-Garb of reforming. He's a true <hi>Boanerges</hi> of the Kirk, that can level his Thun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>der-bolts againſt all ſuch as ſhall preſume to be obe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dient to their Civil Governors. Nor are the Gover<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nours in any better condition then the people; for they are affronted by every ranting Presbyter, that raves in the Pulpit, like a Conjurer in his Circle; and dares firſt raiſe the Devil with falſe Doctrine, and then deliver up to him all the Peers of the Realm by an Excommunication: from whence there can be no redemption, but at ſuch a rate, as ſhall coſt them the beſt of their Priviledges, and make them untruſs up<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>on the Cloſe-ſtool of Antichriſt, better known by the name of the Stool of Repentance. He is never well but when he is riding both King<note n="*" place="margin">
                        <hi>GOD bleſs his Majeſty.</hi>
                     </note>, Lords and Commons at his pleaſure, and whipping them on with ſharp Cenſures, that like tame Mules of the Kirk, they may carry all the Bag and Baggage of the Brethren to the promiſed Land, whi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther they have ever been journying to fetch that pat<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tern out of the Mount, which will make us all weary of our lives, if we ever be ſo mad as to entertain it when they get it. But if theſe preſent times hold,<pb n="34" facs="tcp:46508:21"/>wherein Loyalty flouriſhes, and Majeſty ſways the Scepter; the blew Sir
<hi>Johns</hi> may return to their ten pounds <hi>per annum,</hi> and
<hi>Sunday-pudding:</hi> which is a ſad thing to think on, and will ſooner break the hearts, then the bellies, of the fat Calves of Refor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mation.</p>
                  <p>In fine, Mr. <hi>John</hi> is all Zeal, no Knowledge; all Purity, no Humility; all Simplicity, no Honeſty: and if you never truſt him, he will never deceive you. Now as for the Northern Fraternity, whoſe brother<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly Zeal tranſported them heretofore on this ſide <hi>Jor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dan,</hi> to help drive out the Amorite and Hittite, Hea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ven ſend them the bleſſing of <hi>Encreaſe and multiply,</hi> at home; ſuffer Presbytery and Bag-pipes to flouriſh beyond <hi>Berwick;</hi> and keep them (for the future) from making a Mouſe-trap of the Covenant to catch Eng<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>liſhmen; and ſend them good ſtore of Charity and Succeſs to plant their Diſcipline where more need is among their Brethren, the ſons of <hi>Anak,</hi> in the
<hi>High-lands.</hi>
                  </p>
                  <p>To conclude, take this ſhort Deſcription of our Presbyterian-Jehu, as it was formerly penned by di<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vers that in other Ages had experience of him.</p>
                  <p>A Presbyter is an Eſſence that needs a double De<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>finition: for he is not what he appears to be. He's a Church-Rebel, or one that would exclude Order, that his Brain might rule. In things but Ceremoni<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>al, will ſpurn at the grave authority of the Church; and out of needleſs nicety, be a Thief to himſelf of thoſe Benefits that God hath beſtowed on him. A Thing of ſo croſs-grain'd a temper, that ſhould the<pb n="35" facs="tcp:46508:21"/>Church enjoyn clean Shirrs, he'd wear ſuch as were lowſie. Shew him a Ring, he runs back like a Bear, and hates ſquare-dealing, as being allyed to Caps: A pair of Organs blow him out of the Pariſh, and is the onely Gliſter-pipe to cool him: A Surplice will ſooner cure him of the Chin-cough, then the ſight of a Bear. He is a diſeas'd piece of
<hi>Apocrypha;</hi> bind him to the Bible, and he corrupts the whole Text:
<hi>Ignorance,</hi> and <hi>Fat Feed,</hi> are his Founders; his Nurſe is
<hi>Railing Rabbies,</hi> and <hi>Roman Breeches;</hi> his life is but a borrow'd blaſt of wind: for between two Re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ligions, as between two Doors, he is ever whiſtling. Truly, whoſe Child he is, is not yet known; for his Faith willingly knows no father. When he makes a Speech, 'tis ſomewhat ominouſly with his Neck a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>wry, as if <hi>Mahomet</hi>'s Pigeon ſhould come and prompt him in the Ear. He gluts himſelf with Sacrilege, fearing no ſurfeit upon the ſweet Morſels of the Crown and Cathedrals: He faſts once a moneth, and feaſts all the year after, to ſtarve Loyalty quite out of the Kingdom: His tender Conſcience can ſtrain at a Gnat, and ſwallow a Camel: The flame of his Zeal ſhin'd ſo brightly, that it once converted all the Or<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>naments of the <hi>Church</hi> into Tinder, to furniſh his own phanſie with new Lights. He turns the Church into a ſtable, and ſtables into Churches, that our Saviour might be preach'd where he was born.
<hi>Reformation</hi> is his ſtalking-horſe; and though he be no <hi>Roman Catho<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lick,</hi> yet he is a <hi>Pariſh-Pope;</hi> one that knows no ſub<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>jection to <hi>Mitre</hi> or <hi>Scepter:</hi> No Jeſuite demands more blind and abſolute obedience from his Vaſſals; no Magiſtrate of the canting ſociety, more ſlaviſh ſubjection from the Members of that travelling ſtate, then the Presbyterian Hypocrite expects from his
<pb n="36" facs="tcp:46508:22"/>Lay-Pupil. Nay, they muſt not onely be obeyed, fed and defended, but admired; and that their Lay-Proſelytes do as ſincerely, as a ſhirtleſs Fellow with a Cudgel under his arm, does a Face-wringing Ballad<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſinger. 'Tis a demure creature full of Oral ſanctiry, and Mental impiety; a fair Object to the Eye, but ſtark naught to the Underſtanding. He holds it law<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ful to ſteal, ſo it be from the wicked Egyptians. He hates no Wore, like the Whore of <hi>Babylon.</hi> If he meet <hi>per accidens</hi> with a <hi>Tabitha,</hi> he can court her with a <hi>Hail Siſter</hi> to be her Incumbent; and perſwade her 'tis the pr— of Zeal that moves him forward. He's a ſnuffling Rabby known by theſe marks; a long-waſted Conſcience that can out-ſtride a Co<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>loſſus, a Gnomon-Noſe, a wrought Cap, a ſwagge<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ring pair of ears, and not an inch of hair.</p>
                  <q>
                     <l>
                        <note place="margin">Cleave<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>land.</note>If you meet any that do thus attire 'em,</l>
                     <l>Stop them; they are the Tribe of <hi>Adoniram.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </q>
                  <p>He is an unlucky Bird that us'd formerly to croak about VVeſtminſter-Abbey; and if this Daw were not often cramm'd, you were ſure to hear of it in the next Faſt-ſermon: then would he beat up all his Drums in the Pulpit, and thunder againſt the ungodly. He's a pious Thief that did ſo pill the Roy<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>aliſt, that he lookt as bare as a <hi>Scotch Laird</hi> in ſack<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cloth, ſitting on the ſtool of Repentance. He has trimm'd the Cavalier worſe then the angry Barbers of <hi>Grays-Inn</hi> uſe to do a Bayliff of <hi>Middleſex.</hi> His fiery Zeal keeps him continually coſtive, which wi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>thers him into his own Tranſlation; and till he eat a ſchool-man, he's hide-bound: Give him advice, you run into Traditions; and urge a modeſt courſe, he<pb n="37" facs="tcp:46508:22"/>cries out, <hi>Councils.</hi> He dares not be honeſt, for that loves order; yet, if he can be brought to ceremony, and made but Maſter of it, he is converted. He's a gil<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ded Pill compoſed of two vertuous Ingredients, Na<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tural Diſhoneſty, and Artificial Diſſimulation. Women and Lawyers are his beſt Diſciples: the one (next fruit) longs for forbidden Doctrine; the other, to maintain forbidden Titles: both which he ſows among them; yet he lives religiouſly according to outward appearance, and will not revel it in a ſhore<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>leſs exceſs. He can better afford you ten Lyes, then one Oath; and dare commit any ſin guilded with a pretence of ſanctity. He had rather ſee Antichriſt, then a picture in a Church-Window; and chuſeth ſooner to be half hang'd, then ſee a Leg at the Name of <hi>JESUS,</hi> or an Auditor ſtand at rehearſing of the
<hi>Creed.</hi> He uſually makes moving ſermons; for moſt of the people go out of the <hi>Church</hi> before he has done. His <hi>hums</hi> and
<hi>ha's</hi> with the help of ſalvation, con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſume the beſt part of the hour; and is of ſo good diſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>courſe, that he dare challenge the
<hi>Almighty</hi> to talk with him <hi>Ex tempore.</hi> Beſides, he is ſo ſure of his ſal<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vation, that he will not change places in heaven with the Virgin <hi>Mary</hi> without boot. He has nick-named all the Prophets and Apoſtles with his ſons, and be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gets none but Vertues for his daughters. He will be ſure to thwart the Biſhops, though it be accompani<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed with an abſurdity: like the <hi>Iſlanders</hi> near adjoyn<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing unto <hi>China,</hi> who ſalute by putting off their ſhoes, becauſe the <hi>Chineſes</hi> do it by their hats. 'Tis ſuch a creature as <hi>Pliny</hi> ne'er wrote of; and the like was not to be ſeen in <hi>Noahs</hi> Ark. 'Tis a violent Thing made up of <hi>contradiction:</hi> if he faſt on any ſet day, 'tis certainly
<pb n="38" facs="tcp:46508:23"/>on <hi>Sunday;</hi> but he will be ſure to feaſt on
<hi>Friday.</hi> His opinion has turned his zeal into madneſs and di<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtraction; 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 <hi>Salamander,</hi> 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-Mum<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mery: a holy Pick-lock, that can open mens conſci<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ences, 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 ſtub<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>born lump of ſanctified fleſh, that you may as ſoon perſwade the Scot to forſake his craft, the Jew his a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>varice, or the Pope St.
<hi>Peters</hi> Chair, as the Presbyter to leave off his Fanatick Whimſies. In fine, he is ſo much Knave, that 'tis nonſence to call him Fool.</p>
                  <p>I could make it appear, how all ſeditions almoſt and rebellions in <hi>Scotland,</hi> have been ſet a foot or fo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mented by this Government Presbyterian: how neighborly Feuds have been encreaſed and entertain<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed: how monies collected for the relief and ſupport
<pb n="39" facs="tcp:46508:23"/>of <hi>Geneva,</hi> were by the chief <hi>Gamaliels</hi> and Presbyters interverted, employed to raiſe and pay ſouldiers to aid and aſſiſt the Earl of <hi>Bothwel</hi> and his complices in Rebellion againſt the King. I fear I have wearied you already; the ſubject is everlaſting, and I am wea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ry of it.</p>
                  <p>If I ſhould give account of the late practiſes and tenets of this late <hi>Covenant,</hi> 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.</p>
                  <p>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 Arti<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cles of the Apoſtolical Symbole. I will touch one<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly the prime of thoſe; for their other Articles, they are ſo many, and of ſo vaſt an extent abounding in Negatives, that as King <hi>James</hi> ſaith well, <hi>He that would keep them, is not able to retain them in his brain, but muſt keep them in a Table-book.</hi>
                  </p>
                  <list>
                     <head>The Articles of the Dogmatical Presbyterian Faith inconſiſtent with Monarchy.</head>
                     <item>
                        <note place="margin">Their Dog<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>matical Creed.</note>1. THey preach and maintain, that the Church is the houſe of God, the civil policy and Government are onely the hangings.</item>
                     <item>2. Next they believe, all Miniſters are <hi>pari conſor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tio honoris &amp; poteſtatis praediti,</hi> that there muſt be a parity in the <hi>Church.</hi> Joyn theſe two together, and you have a fair way for Democracy.</item>
                     <pb n="40" facs="tcp:46508:24"/>
                     <item>3. They vindicate to themſelves and their Conſi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtory, a ſoveraign, compleat, univerſal, independent power in all things ſpiritual that concern ſalvation: they have not onely the directive power, but the Le<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>giſlative 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 viciſſitudi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nary turns) have onely the Executive power to do as they command; and is bound to preſerve by its pow<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>er, Laws, and Arms, their ſacred and Coeleſtial pri<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>viledges and ſoveraignty.</item>
                     <item>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 in<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>trinſecal right immediately derived from Chriſt, they may repeal and make void, diſcharge the ſubject to o<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bey them. They may decree not onely different Laws of their own from the ſtanding Laws of the Kingdom; but contrary, contradictory and deſtru<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ctive 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 ſub<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>jects, by delivering them over to <hi>Satan.</hi>
                     </item>
                     <item>5. No Miniſter preaching in Pulpit ſedition or treaſon, or railing at King, Council, the prime Judges, is accountable, or puniſhable by King, Par<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>liament, Council, or any Judicatory whatſoever; but from all he may appeal to the <hi>Sanhedrim and Conſiſtory</hi> as the ſole and proper competent Judge.</item>
                     <item>6. What Corroboration or civil Confirmation or Sanction they demand of the King, which he is able<pb n="41" facs="tcp:46508:24"/>to do civilly, (for they will give him no formal inte<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>reſt 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.</item>
                     <item>7. Reformation and preſervation of Religion, e<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſpecially to preſcribe the way and orders for reforma<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tion, is ſolely theirs.</item>
                     <item>8. The King is bound to put their orders in execu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tion; 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 ut<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>moſt power, at their direction, are bound to do it.</item>
                     <item>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 <hi>ordine ad ſpiritualia;</hi> and there they may covenant together, ſwear and ſub<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſcribe for the glory of God, the advancement of Reli<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gion, and conſpire and combine in a mutual defence one of another in this holy Cauſe and League.</item>
                     <item>10. They teach and maintain, that all ſoveraignty and Majeſty in a King, is originally, immediately and properly derived from the Community, and that one<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly 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 er<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>normous errours, he is depoſable; and they may diſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>inherit his poſterity.</item>
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                     <item>11. That a defenſive War is lawful againſt a bad King, or a weak King ſeduced by malignant counſel.</item>
                     <item>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.</item>
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                  <p>Beſides, their practiſe upon theſe grounds, is to bring all caſes, all cauſes, under their cognition and judgement, <hi>ſub formalitate ſcandali,</hi> 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 in<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>conſiſtent with Monarchy and the peace of Govern<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ment, are reduceable to thoſe heads.</p>
                  <p>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 Cove<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nant, deſtructive to Religion, King, Church, Peace of all, and the liberty of the ſubject. To ſwear to theſe things as eſtabliſhed
<hi>de jure divino,</hi> and to put on poor people to act treaſon and rebellion, making them be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lieve they are Confeſſors and Martyrs. If this gives the Reader any ſatisfaction, I have what I deſire: If
<pb n="43" facs="tcp:46508:25"/>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 r<gap reason="illegible" resp="#OXF" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>uſt.</p>
                  <trailer>
                     <hi>God ſave his Church, our King and Realm, from this Scourge; and give us Peace and Truth.</hi> AMEN.</trailer>
                  <trailer>FINIS.</trailer>
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                  <p>A SHORT HISTORY Of the Engliſh Rebellion. Compiled in VERSE, BY <hi>MARCHAMONT NEDHAM;</hi> AND Formerly extant, in His Weekly <hi>Mercurius Pragmaticus.</hi>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <hi>LONDON:</hi> Printed in the Year 1661.</p>
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                  <pb facs="tcp:46508:27"/>
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                  <head>A ſhort HISTORY Of the ENGLISH REBLLION.</head>
                  <lg>
                     <l>WHenas we liv'd in peace (GOD wot)</l>
                     <l>A King would not content us;</l>
                     <l>But we, forſooth, muſt hire the Scot,</l>
                     <l>To <hi>all-be-Parliament</hi> us.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Then down went <hi>King</hi> and <hi>Biſhops</hi> too;</l>
                     <l>On goes the holy <hi>Wirk,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Betwixt them and the <hi>Brethren blew,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>T' advance the <hi>Crown</hi> and <hi>Kirk.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But when that theſe had reign'd a time,</l>
                     <l>Robb'd <hi>Kirk,</hi> and ſold the <hi>Crown;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>A more religious ſort up climbe,</l>
                     <l>And cruſh the <hi>Jockies</hi> down.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But now we muſt have <hi>Peace</hi> again,</l>
                     <l>Let none with fear be vext:</l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="48" facs="tcp:46508:28"/>For, if without the King theſe raign,</l>
                     <l>Then heigh down they go next.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>A <hi>Peace,</hi> a <hi>Peace,</hi> the <hi>Country</hi> cries,</l>
                     <l>Or elſe we ſhall be undone:</l>
                     <l>For this brave <hi>War</hi> we thank the wiſe</l>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Confiding</hi> Men of <hi>London.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Sure now they may, as well as we,</l>
                     <l>Know how to value <hi>Quiet,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>When th' Army comes their <hi>Guests</hi> to be,</l>
                     <l>For a twelvemonths <hi>Caſh</hi> and <hi>Diet.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Free Quarter</hi> is a tedious thing,</l>
                     <l>And ſo is the <hi>Exciſe.</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>None can deliver us but the <hi>King,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>From this damn'd <hi>Dutch</hi> Device.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>The Parliament hath ſerv'd ſeven years;</l>
                     <l>True vengeance then we ſee</l>
                     <l>Upon feign'd <hi>Jealouſies</hi> and <hi>Fears;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>For yet they are not free.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Long <hi>Peace</hi> a Plenty did beget,</l>
                     <l>And Plenty brought forth Pride;</l>
                     <l>Through Pride to Faction men were ſet</l>
                     <l>In Parties to divide.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>The new-form'd Prieſts firſt led the way,</l>
                     <l>And ſaid it was no ſin</l>
                     <l>By force to drive the King away,</l>
                     <l>And draw the City in.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>The Lords and Commons they conſent</l>
                     <l>To what each <hi>Rabbi</hi> ſaith;</l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="49" facs="tcp:46508:28"/>And ſo the <hi>Catholick</hi> down went,</l>
                     <l>T' advance the <hi>publick Faith.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>This brought a War and Taxes on,</l>
                     <l>T' inſlave a free-born People:</l>
                     <l>And now the work is thus far gone,</l>
                     <l>Next have at <hi>Crown</hi> and <hi>Steeple.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Our wiſe <hi>Reformers,</hi> brave and gay,</l>
                     <l>Have ta'en a goodly courſe</l>
                     <l>To <hi>fight,</hi> to <hi>feaſt,</hi> to <hi>faſt</hi> and <hi>pray,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>And <hi>milk</hi> each honeſt <hi>Purſe.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>The Crown's Revenue goes to wrack,</l>
                     <l>While they ſing <hi>Hymns</hi> and <hi>Pſalms;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>And rather then themſelves will lack,</l>
                     <l>The King muſt live on Alms.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>We are, the learned <hi>Synod</hi> ſays,</l>
                     <l>The Church of <hi>England</hi>'s Nurſe,</l>
                     <l>Who make them bleſs the <hi>Sabbath-days,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>And all the week to curſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>The <hi>Plough</hi> ſtands ſtill, and <hi>Trade</hi> is ſmall;</l>
                     <l>For <hi>Goods, Lands, Towns,</hi> and <hi>Cities,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Nay, I dare ſay, the <hi>Devil</hi> and all,</l>
                     <l>Pays Tribute to <hi>Committees.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>A <hi>Scot</hi> and <hi>Jeſuite</hi> joyn'd in hand,</l>
                     <l>Firſt taught the World to ſay,</l>
                     <l>That <hi>Subjects</hi> ought to have <hi>command,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>And <hi>Princes</hi> to <hi>obey.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Theſe both agree'd to have <hi>no King;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>The <hi>Scotchman</hi> he cries further,</l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="50" facs="tcp:46508:29"/>
                        <hi>No Biſhop:</hi> 'tis a godly thing</l>
                     <l>States to reform by Murther.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Then th' <hi>Independent</hi> meek and ſly,</l>
                     <l>Moſt lowly lies at lurch,</l>
                     <l>And ſo to put poor <hi>Jocky</hi> by,</l>
                     <l>Reſolves to have <hi>no Church.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>The <hi>King</hi> dethron'd! the <hi>Subjects</hi> bleed!</l>
                     <l>The Church hath no abode;</l>
                     <l>Let us conclude they 're all agreed,</l>
                     <l>That ſure there is <hi>no GOD.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Our States-men (though no Lunaticks,</l>
                     <l>No <hi>Wizards,</hi> nor <hi>Buffoons</hi>)</l>
                     <l>Have ſhewn a hundred Changeling-Tricks</l>
                     <l>In leſs then three New Moons.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>The Devils foot is cleft (men ſpeak)</l>
                     <l>And ſo (GOD knows) are they:</l>
                     <l>The Factions rule by fits, then take</l>
                     <l>Their turns, and run away.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>They vote, unvote, and vote with noiſe</l>
                     <l>What they cry'd down before,</l>
                     <l>As ready as if <hi>London-Boys</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Were knocking at the dore.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>To day an Independ out-ſide;</l>
                     <l>And then a Scotch to morrow:</l>
                     <l>Thus ſhuffle and cut, they do divide</l>
                     <l>Our Wealth, whilſt we know ſorrow:</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>O happy Treaſon! See how Wealth</l>
                     <l>Is made their Heaven! They ſwell</l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="51" facs="tcp:46508:29"/>With Pride! and live by Blood and Stealth,</l>
                     <l>As if there were no Hell!</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>No <hi>Sadduces</hi> but muſt confeſs,</l>
                     <l>Thoſe Monſters which are told</l>
                     <l>In Story, are riſen now no leſs</l>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Prodigious</hi> then of old.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Both <hi>Cain</hi> and <hi>Judas</hi> back are come,</l>
                     <l>In Vizards moſt <hi>divine:</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>GOD bleſs us from a Pulpit-Drum,</l>
                     <l>And a preaching <hi>Catiline.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>They feed upon a Kingdoms Curſe,</l>
                     <l>And prey upon a King!</l>
                     <l>The Dev'l provide a ſecond Courſe,</l>
                     <l>And then a <hi>Voyder</hi> bring.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Now <hi>CHARLES,</hi> thy Conqueſt is compleat,</l>
                     <l>And all the World ſhall ſee,</l>
                     <l>That GOD which guides the <hi>Royal Scot,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Will thy <hi>Avenger</hi> be.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>O <hi>Houſe</hi> of <hi>Commons, Houſe</hi> of
<hi>Lords,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Amend before <hi>September:</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>For 'tis <hi>decreed,</hi> your <hi>Souldiers</hi> ſwords</l>
                     <l>Shall then you <hi>All-diſmember.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But like fair <hi>Chapmen,</hi> 'twas well done,</l>
                     <l>To give you time and day</l>
                     <l>To caſt accompts; for one by one</l>
                     <l>They will you ſoundly pay.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>The Kingdom all in pieces torn!</l>
                     <l>Your time is fairly ſpent;</l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="52" facs="tcp:46508:30"/>To make your ſelves a very ſcorn,</l>
                     <l>Your <hi>King</hi> but <hi>Jack-a-Lent.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Now, now we ſee 'twas for the Crown</l>
                     <l>The <hi>Houſes</hi> both did fight:</l>
                     <l>For ſince the <hi>Cavaliers</hi> are down,</l>
                     <l>They put the <hi>King</hi> to flight.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>The <hi>Adjutators</hi> ſtern and proud,</l>
                     <l>Said, He ſhould have no <hi>Quarter,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Becauſe he is a <hi>King;</hi> and vow'd</l>
                     <l>To make the Saint a <hi>Martyr.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Their Officers cry'd, <hi>Hail, O King;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>The reſt made mocks and ſcorns;</l>
                     <l>The <hi>Houſes</hi> vinegar did bring;</l>
                     <l>And all did plat the thorns.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Thus <hi>crucifi'd,</hi> Great <hi>CHARLES</hi> did live</l>
                     <l>As dead, is gone away:</l>
                     <l>For <hi>Reſurrection,</hi> GOD will give</l>
                     <l>A new <hi>Cor'nation day.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Rouze up! <hi>King Charles</hi> hath miſt the ſnare</l>
                     <l>Laid for his Royal Feet:</l>
                     <l>Let th' <hi>Adjutators</hi> now take care</l>
                     <l>Each for his <hi>Winding-ſheet.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>The <hi>Army</hi> rendezvouzed are,</l>
                     <l>And do they know not what;</l>
                     <l>The Scots and they, are like to jan:</l>
                     <l>Let us thank GOD for that.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>The <hi>Houſes</hi> know not what to think;</l>
                     <l>The <hi>Ci<gap reason="illegible" resp="#OXF" extent="1+ letters">
                              <desc>•…</desc>
                           </gap>'s horn-madded be:</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="53" facs="tcp:46508:30"/>
                        <hi>They muſt be whipt until they ſtink:</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>A joyful ſight to ſee!</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Thus <hi>Cavaliers</hi> caſt up your Caps,</l>
                     <l>And tell the <hi>Rebels</hi> plain,</l>
                     <l>That <hi>Charles,</hi> in ſpight of all their traps,</l>
                     <l>Shall ſhortly rule again.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>For <hi>Liberty,</hi> and <hi>Priviledge,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Religion,</hi> and the <hi>King,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>We fought; But, O! the <hi>Golden Wedge!</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>That is the onely <hi>Thing.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>There lies the <hi>Cream</hi> of all the
<hi>Cauſe;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Religion</hi> is but <hi>Whig;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Pure <hi>Priviledge</hi> eats up the <hi>Laws,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>And cries, For <hi>Kings a Fig.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>The <hi>Houſes</hi> may a <hi>Chriſtmas</hi> keep,</l>
                     <l>The <hi>Countrymen</hi> a <hi>Lent,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>The Citizens (like ſilly ſheep)</l>
                     <l>Muſt faſt, and be content.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Then where is Liberty, (I pray)</l>
                     <l>With <hi>Juſtice, Truth</hi> and <hi>Right?</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Sure they and <hi>Conſcience</hi> fled away</l>
                     <l>With <hi>Charles,</hi> to th' <hi>Iſle of Wight.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Gape, gape for <hi>Peace,</hi> poor <hi>Countrymen;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>The Members mean to treat:</l>
                     <l>And we ſhall ſee fair play agen,</l>
                     <l>When they no more can cheat.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>The <hi>King</hi> ſhall come to
<hi>Westminſter,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>It may be to his Grave,</l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="54" facs="tcp:46508:31"/>Or of a glorious Prince muſt there</l>
                     <l>Be made a <hi>Royal Slave.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But 'twere more wiſe to let him reign</l>
                     <l>Out of his <hi>Peoples</hi> ſight,</l>
                     <l>For fear he ſhould bring Peace again,</l>
                     <l>And put them in a fright.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Sure <hi>Martin</hi> lay in of a <hi>Clap,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>And <hi>Say</hi> himſelf did dote;</l>
                     <l>The <hi>Devil</hi> too, wore a ſick Cap,</l>
                     <l>When th' <hi>Houſes</hi> paſt this Vote.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Come let us live, and laugh away</l>
                     <l>The follies of this age;</l>
                     <l>Treaſon breeds care; we'll ſing and play</l>
                     <l>Like birds within a cage.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Fetters are th' onely favors now</l>
                     <l>The <hi>Houſes</hi> give (we ſee)</l>
                     <l>And ſince the <hi>King</hi> them wears, I vow,</l>
                     <l>'Twere baſeneſs to be free.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Then let us all our ſorrows drown</l>
                     <l>In <hi>Sack</hi> and merry <hi>Glee:</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Ye <hi>Citizens</hi> of <hi>London-town,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>What jolly Slaves are we!</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>For <hi>Common-prayer,</hi> ye have <hi>Exciſe,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Free-quarter</hi> too is coming</l>
                     <l>To pay you for your <hi>Mutinies,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Feaſts, Covenants,</hi> and <hi>Drumming.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>No <hi>Puritan,</hi> no <hi>Popiſh Prieſt,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Nor <hi>Prot'ſtant</hi> now ſhall be;</l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="55" facs="tcp:46508:31"/>Nor <hi>Law,</hi> but to live as we liſt,</l>
                     <l>'Tis <hi>Heaven</hi> thus to be free.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Could <hi>Babylons</hi> great King now ſit</l>
                     <l>In Counſel with our Nation,</l>
                     <l>He were the onely man to ſit</l>
                     <l>Us with a <hi>Reformation.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>The glorious <hi>Golden-Idol</hi> then</l>
                     <l>Might ſhine in each <hi>Dominion;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Both <hi>Factions</hi> and their <hi>Brethren</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Would ſoon be <hi>one-opinion.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Away, thou <hi>Pagan-Cavalier,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>This <hi>God</hi> muſt not be thine;</l>
                     <l>But for the <hi>Saints</hi> at <hi>Weſtminſter,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Whoſe ſouls are more divine.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Live, drink, and laugh, our <hi>Worthies</hi> may,</l>
                     <l>And kindly take their fills;</l>
                     <l>The <hi>Sub<gap reason="illegible" resp="#OXF" extent="1 letter">
                              <desc>•</desc>
                           </gap>ects</hi> muſt their reckonings pay,</l>
                     <l>The <hi>King</hi> muſt paſs their <hi>Bills.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>No <hi>Princes</hi> now, but they; the <hi>Crown</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Is vaniſht with our Quiet;</l>
                     <l>Nor will they let us uſe our own</l>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Devotions</hi> and <hi>Diet.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>All <hi>Plums</hi> the <hi>Prophets ſons</hi> deſie,</l>
                     <l>And <hi>Spice-broths</hi> are too hot;</l>
                     <l>Treaſon's in a <hi>December-Pye,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>And <hi>Death</hi> within the <hi>Pot.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Christmas,</hi> farewel; thy day (I fear)</l>
                     <l>And merry-days are done:</l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="56" facs="tcp:46508:32"/>So they may keep <hi>Feaſts</hi> all the year,</l>
                     <l>Our <hi>Saviour</hi> ſhall have none.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>O happy <hi>Nation</hi> heretofore,</l>
                     <l>When Seas our Walls have been!</l>
                     <l>Unhappy now we ſee no ſhore,</l>
                     <l>But are all Sea within.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Factions,</hi> like <hi>Billows,</hi> rage and toſs,</l>
                     <l>And <hi>Death</hi> mounts ev'ry <hi>Wave;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Yet in this <hi>Storm</hi> we are ſo croſs,</l>
                     <l>We will no <hi>Pilot</hi> have.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Juſt ſuch a <hi>Tempeſt</hi> ſeiz'd upon</l>
                     <l>Bleſt <hi>Paul,</hi> the <hi>Scripture</hi> ſays,</l>
                     <l>When he had ſeen no <hi>Sun</hi> nor <hi>Moon,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Nor <hi>Stars</hi> for many days.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Our <hi>Sun</hi> and <hi>Moon</hi> no beams create,</l>
                     <l>Our <hi>Stars</hi> diſperſt we ſee<hi>:</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Such as was his, will be our <hi>Fate,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>We muſt all <hi>ſhipwrackt</hi> be.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>A glorious <hi>Prince</hi> this <hi>Parliament</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>The <hi>King</hi> ſhould be, did ſwear;</l>
                     <l>But now we underſtand they meant</l>
                     <l>In <hi>Heaven,</hi> and not <hi>here.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Let them invade the <hi>Throne,</hi> and part</l>
                     <l>His <hi>Crown,</hi> and vote his <hi>Fate;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Yet know, in each true <hi>Noble Heart,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>He keeps his <hi>Chair of State.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Princes</hi> may be, like other men,</l>
                     <l>Impriſoned, and kept under</l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="57" facs="tcp:46508:32"/>A while, as <hi>fire in clouds,</hi> but then</l>
                     <l>At length appear in <hi>Thunder.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And, as in hidden <hi>Caves</hi> the <hi>wind</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Sad <hi>tremblings</hi> doth create;</l>
                     <l>So <hi>Monarchs,</hi> by their own confin'd,</l>
                     <l>Cauſe <hi>Earthquakes</hi> in the <hi>State.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Farewel the <hi>Glory</hi> of our <hi>Land;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>For, now the <hi>Free-born Blades</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Our <hi>Lives</hi> and our <hi>Eſtates</hi> command,</l>
                     <l>And ride us all like <hi>Jades.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Faith</hi> and <hi>Religion</hi> bleeding lie,</l>
                     <l>And <hi>Liberty</hi> grows faint:</l>
                     <l>No <hi>Goſpel,</hi> but pure <hi>Treachery,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>And <hi>Treaſon</hi> make the <hi>Saint.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Oh! 'tis a heavenly <hi>Cauſe</hi> (I trow)</l>
                     <l>Which firſt baptiz'd the <hi>Round-head</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>In <hi>Noble Stafford's Blood!</hi> but now</l>
                     <l>Muſt on the <hi>Kings</hi> be founded.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Yet know, that <hi>Kings</hi> are <hi>Gods</hi> on earth;</l>
                     <l>And thoſe which pull them down,</l>
                     <l>Shall find it is no leſs then Death</l>
                     <l>To tamper with a <hi>Crown.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>'Tis true, as <hi>Harry Martin</hi> ſaid,</l>
                     <l>The <hi>Scots</hi> away muſt pack;</l>
                     <l>The Cov'nant ſhall a ſide be laid,</l>
                     <l>Like an <hi>Old Almanack.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Come then, and buy my <hi>New,</hi> true, <hi>New,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>New <hi>Almanack</hi> moſt true,</l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="58" facs="tcp:46508:33"/>Such <hi>Accidents</hi> of
<hi>State</hi> to ſhew,</l>
                     <l>The like no <hi>Age</hi> ere knew.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Since that we loſt our <hi>King</hi> and
<hi>Laws,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Since <hi>Jealouſies</hi> and <hi>Fears,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Since <hi>Peace, pure Truth,</hi> and this <hi>Poul Cauſe,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>It is full ſeven years.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Poor <hi>Charles</hi> purſu'd in <hi>Forty one,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Unking'd</hi> in <hi>Forty ſeven;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>The <hi>Eighth</hi> will place him on his
<hi>Throne,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>In <hi>Earth,</hi> or elſe in <hi>Heaven.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Three <hi>Kingdoms</hi> brought to a fine paſs,</l>
                     <l>Whilſt that our <hi>Saviours</hi> Rule,</l>
                     <l>The Country is become an <hi>Aſs,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>The City but a <hi>Mule.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Each <hi>Univerſity</hi> now pines,</l>
                     <l>The <hi>Church</hi> may hang and rot;</l>
                     <l>They baniſh all our true <hi>Divines,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>The <hi>Lawyers</hi> too muſt trot.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Come, <hi>Sirs,</hi> more <hi>Sacks</hi> unto the
<hi>Mill,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>More <hi>Taxes,</hi> more <hi>Free-quarter;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>'Tis fit our <hi>Laws</hi> be your <hi>bare Will,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>And the <hi>Exciſe</hi> our <hi>Charter.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Godſpeed the Plough:</hi> plague <hi>Rooks and Crows,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>And ſend us years more cheap:</l>
                     <l>For, I am ſure, whoever <hi>ſows,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>The <hi>Houſes</hi> mean to <hi>reap.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Money, the <hi>Soul</hi> of <hi>Man</hi> and
<hi>Wit,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>But yet no <hi>Saint</hi> of mine!</l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="59" facs="tcp:46508:33"/>While th' <hi>Houſes</hi> vote, and
<hi>Synod</hi> ſit,</l>
                     <l>Thou ne'er ſhalt want a <hi>Shrine.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Reforming</hi> is a dull <hi>Device,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Dreads nought but ſtrife and rage:</l>
                     <l>Thou putt'ſt us into <hi>Paradice,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>And bring'ſt the <hi>Golden Age.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Thou art <hi>Religion, God,</hi> and all</l>
                     <l>That we may call <hi>Divine:</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Thy <hi>Temple</hi> is <hi>Weſtminſter-Hall,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>And all our <hi>Prieſts</hi> are thine.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Tuſh, tell not us the way to <hi>Heav'a,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Thou juggling <hi>Clergy-Elf,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>That ſett' if the world at <hi>ſix and ſev'n;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Money is <hi>Heav'n</hi> it ſelf.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Betwixt thoſe <hi>Atheiſts</hi> feign'd of old,</l>
                     <l>And ours, there is no odds;</l>
                     <l>For, both this one opinion hold,</l>
                     <l>That <hi>Fear did first make Gods.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Hell</hi> now is thought an idle <hi>Dream</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>To fright men from their <hi>Crimes:</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Religion</hi> but a crafty <hi>Theam,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Made to <hi>Bug-bear</hi> the <hi>Times.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>The <hi>Bible</hi> and great <hi>Babels Whore,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>May both together burn;</l>
                     <l>For the <hi>Religious Fit</hi> is o'er</l>
                     <l>Now they have ſerv'd their turn.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Onely, one <hi>Text</hi> may ſcape their hands,</l>
                     <l>Since they have ta'en ſuch pains,</l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="60" facs="tcp:46508:34"/>To lay their <hi>Lords in Iron Bands,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>And bind their <hi>Kings in Chains.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Copernicus,</hi> thy learned skill</l>
                     <l>We praiſe, ſince we have found</l>
                     <l>The truth; for now doth <hi>Heav'n</hi> ſtand ſtill</l>
                     <l>Whilſt that the <hi>Earth</hi> runs round.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>See how the <hi>Wheel</hi> of <hi>Providence</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Back <hi>Old Confuſion</hi> brings!</l>
                     <l>Caſhires us once more of a <hi>Prince,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>To plague's with <hi>Petty Kings.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>They ſay the <hi>Saints</hi> all rule muſt take,</l>
                     <l>And others muſt have none:</l>
                     <l>Their <hi>Priviledge</hi> it is to make</l>
                     <l>A <hi>Foot-ſtool</hi> of the <hi>Throne.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>The <hi>Laws</hi> o'th' <hi>Land</hi> ſay,
<hi>Charles</hi> muſt reign,</l>
                     <l>And <hi>Conſcience</hi> pleads his <hi>Cauſe:</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>But <hi>Conſcience</hi> is a thing moſt vain,</l>
                     <l>Their <hi>Goſpel</hi> eats up <hi>Laws.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Never ſuch <hi>Rebels</hi> have been ſeen,</l>
                     <l>As ſince we led this <hi>Dance:</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>So we may feaſt, let <hi>Prince</hi> and
<hi>Queen</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Beg <hi>a-la-mode-de-France.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Let <hi>Conſcience</hi> pine, and cry 'tis ſtrange,</l>
                     <l>We'll ſay 'tis bravely done,</l>
                     <l>To make the <hi>King</hi> take in <hi>Exchange</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>A <hi>Dungeon</hi> for a <hi>Throne.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Away with <hi>Juſtice, Laws</hi> and <hi>Fear;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>When men reſolve to riſe,</l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="61" facs="tcp:46508:34"/>Brave <hi>Souls</hi> muſt ſcorn all
<hi>Scruples</hi> where</l>
                     <l>A <hi>Kingdom</hi> is the <hi>Prize.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Then let us what our <hi>Labours</hi> gain,</l>
                     <l>Enjoy, and bleſs our <hi>Chance:</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Like <hi>Kings</hi> let's domineer and reign</l>
                     <l>Thus, <hi>a-la-mode-de-France.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>
                        <hi>King</hi> and <hi>no King,</hi> was once a
<hi>Play,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Or <hi>Fable</hi> on the <hi>Stage:</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>But ſee! it is become this day</l>
                     <l>The <hi>Moral</hi> of our <hi>Age.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Newcastle</hi> was the firſt beſt
<hi>Scoene,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Then <hi>Holmby, Hampton-court;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Next, from a <hi>Palace</hi> to a <hi>Den</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Tranſlated, to make ſport.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Each <hi>State-Buffoon</hi> a part did take;</l>
                     <l>Some plaid the <hi>Fool,</hi> ſome <hi>Knave;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>But ſtill the <hi>Plot</hi> was laid to make</l>
                     <l>Their <hi>King</hi> a <hi>Royal Slave.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Brave Actors! we admire your skill;</l>
                     <l>Your Play none underſtands;</l>
                     <l>Yet make an <hi>Exit</hi> when you will,</l>
                     <l>We all ſhall <hi>clap our hands.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>At <hi>Westminster</hi> two wond'rous <hi>Beaſts</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>This day are to be ſeen,<note place="margin">
                           <hi>March.</hi>
14. 1648.</note>
                     </l>
                     <l>Call'd <hi>Liberty</hi> and <hi>Priviledge,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>
                        <hi>(GOD ſave the King and Queen.)</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Say, <hi>Monſters</hi> ſtrange, what kin are ye</l>
                     <l>To <hi>Tygers</hi> or the <hi>Lyon?</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="62" facs="tcp:46508:35"/>For ſhame boaſt not your
<hi>Pedigree</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>From the ſweet <hi>Sons of Zion.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>This <hi>Liberty</hi> firſt whelpt the
<hi>Cauſe;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>The <hi>Cauſe</hi> then lay at lurch,</l>
                     <l>To gull the <hi>City,</hi> damn the <hi>Laws,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>And quite caſhire the <hi>Church.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But <hi>Priviledge</hi> (O monſtrous Thing!)</l>
                     <l>Eats up poor <hi>Cavaliers,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Feeds on the <hi>Gentry</hi> and the <hi>King;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>But next have at the <hi>Peers.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Once more the <hi>Kingdom</hi> lies at <hi>Stake,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>No matter then who wins;</l>
                     <l>Two <hi>Schiſmaticks</hi> the <hi>Wagers</hi> make,</l>
                     <l>And now the <hi>Game</hi> begins.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>The <hi>Scots</hi> and <hi>Sects,</hi> two <hi>godly Cheats,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Debar both <hi>Ace</hi> and <hi>Sice:</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>To rook each other with fine <hi>Feats,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>They both bring in falſe <hi>Dice.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>The firſt throws for the <hi>Covenant,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Next who ſhall <hi>rule</hi> and <hi>ſway:</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>For <hi>Jocky</hi> now doth ſwear and rant,</l>
                     <l>He'll have no more <hi>foul play.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>The Sectaries cry'd, <hi>Have at all,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>When firſt the <hi>Dice</hi> were thrown;</l>
                     <l>But rather then the <hi>Scots</hi> ſhall brawle,</l>
                     <l>They'll part <hi>ſtakes</hi> in the <hi>Crown.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>The <hi>Devils</hi> reign is ſhort, though fierce;</l>
                     <l>Then let our <hi>Muſick</hi> ſound;</l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="63" facs="tcp:46508:35"/>The <hi>Drawers</hi> all the Hogſheads pierce,</l>
                     <l>And make the <hi>Healths</hi> go round.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Here's a <hi>Health</hi> to the <hi>King</hi> in
<hi>Sack,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>To the <hi>Houſes</hi> in <hi>Small-Beer;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>In Vinegar to th' crabbed <hi>Pack</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Of <hi>Priests</hi> at <hi>Weſtminſter.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Next, to revive our fainting States,</l>
                     <l>Fill out ſome <hi>Aqua vitae:</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>'Twere pity on the <hi>Bridge</hi> ſuch <hi>Pates</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Should meet in a <hi>Committee.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Let's water th' <hi>Royal Plants</hi> with
<hi>Tears</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Of <hi>rich, divine Canary:</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Drink on, <hi>Cav'liers,</hi> t'all <hi>Loyal Peers;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Then end with <hi>Charles</hi> and <hi>Mary.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Full forty thouſand <hi>Scots,</hi> by <hi>Vote,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Muſt viſit us ere long:</l>
                     <l>Brave <hi>Army</hi> ſure! when ev'ry <hi>Scot</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Is forty thouſand ſtrong!</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Though th' <hi>Houſes</hi> have deſerv'd theſe
<hi>plagues,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>GOD keep our <hi>Nation</hi> free:</l>
                     <l>Like <hi>Egypt,</hi> let not us, by <hi>Rags</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>And <hi>Vermin</hi> conquer'd be.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>For ſhame, for ſhame, call home your <hi>King,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>With Honour let him treat:</l>
                     <l>His <hi>Nature</hi> is without a <hi>ſting;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>His <hi>Motto, To forget.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Return, return, <hi>Diſloyal Crew</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Of men forſworn: if not,</l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="64" facs="tcp:46508:36"/>Rather then thus we'll ſtoop to you,</l>
                     <l>We'll <hi>Idolize</hi> the <hi>Scot.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Come, <hi>Mahomet,</hi> thy <hi>Turn</hi> is next;</l>
                     <l>Now <hi>Goſpel</hi>'s out of <hi>date:</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>The <hi>Alcoran</hi> may prove <hi>Good Text</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>In our new <hi>Turkiſh-State.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Thou doſt unto thy Prieſts allow</l>
                     <l>The <hi>ſin</hi> of full four <hi>Wives:</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Ours ſcarce will be content with now</l>
                     <l>Five <hi>Livings,</hi> and nine <hi>Lives.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Thy Saints and ours are all alike;</l>
                     <l>Their <hi>Vertues</hi> flow from <hi>Vice:</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>No <hi>Bliſs</hi> they do believe, and ſeek</l>
                     <l>But an <hi>Earthly Paradice.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>A <hi>Heav'n</hi> on <hi>Earth</hi> they hope to gain,</l>
                     <l>But we do know full well,</l>
                     <l>Could they their <hi>glorious ends</hi> attain,</l>
                     <l>This <hi>Kingdom</hi> muſt be <hi>Hell.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>From Priſon now return the <hi>King,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>The <hi>Queen</hi> and <hi>Prince</hi> from
<hi>France;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>For Coſen <hi>Charles</hi> the <hi>Welſh-men</hi> ſing,</l>
                     <l>And ſtoutly lead the <hi>Dance.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>The <hi>Scotch-Bag-Pipes,</hi> the
<hi>Pulpit-Drums,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>And <hi>Prieſts</hi> ſound high and big:</l>
                     <l>Once more the Cauſe and Cov'nant comes</l>
                     <l>To ſhew's a <hi>Scotiſh Jig.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>The <hi>Iriſh</hi> will a Voyage take,</l>
                     <l>To jon their force in one;</l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="65" facs="tcp:46508:36"/>And whilſt they frisk a
<hi>Galliard,</hi> make</l>
                     <l>The <hi>Houſes</hi> ſing, <hi>O Hone.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Three <hi>Kingdoms</hi> thus muſt dance the
<hi>Hay;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>But ere the <hi>Members</hi> run,</l>
                     <l>We'll ſee they ſhall the Muſick pay,</l>
                     <l>And then the <hi>Dance</hi> is done.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Seven years by phrentick <hi>Votes</hi> and
<hi>Fits,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Our <hi>Worthies</hi> bore command;</l>
                     <l>Then did they run out of their <hi>Wits,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>But now out of the <hi>Land.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>No more ſhall they the <hi>City</hi> ride</l>
                     <l>Like a fine <hi>Golden Aſs;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>The <hi>Navy</hi>'s rigg'd with <hi>Wind</hi> and
<hi>Tide,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>They ſtay but for a <hi>Paſs.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But if they linger long behind,</l>
                     <l>And keep their <hi>King</hi> in <hi>Bands,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>I'll undertake it ſhall be ſign'd</l>
                     <l>By a hundred thouſand <hi>Hands.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>For proſp'rous Gales then on the Deep;</l>
                     <l>Let their <hi>Priests prate</hi> and <hi>pray</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>By <hi>Order,</hi> and at <hi>Margarets</hi> keep</l>
                     <l>An <hi>Humiliation-day.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>The Factions now each other rout</l>
                     <l>With <hi>Jealouſies</hi> and <hi>Fear:</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>The <hi>Independents face about,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>The reſt cry, <hi>As you were.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>The <hi>Presbyters</hi> put forth their <hi>Horns</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>To guard their <hi>Goods</hi> and <hi>Homes;</hi>
                     </l>
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                     <l>
                        <pb n="66" facs="tcp:46508:40"/>The <hi>She-Militia</hi> likewiſe ſcorns</l>
                     <l>Their <hi>Cocks</hi> ſhould looſe their
<hi>Combs.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Then toll (I pray) the <hi>Paſsing-Bell</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>For our new <hi>State-Committee:</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Theſe <hi>monſtrous Votes,</hi> which made them ſwell,</l>
                     <l>Are cow'd down by the <hi>City.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Sweet <hi>John-a-Nokes</hi> and <hi>John-a-Styles,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>And worſhipful <hi>Jack-Straws,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Of both the <hi>Junto's,</hi> leave your <hi>Wiles,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>And give's our <hi>King</hi> and <hi>Laws.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Betwixt two thieves our <hi>Saviour</hi> once</l>
                     <l>Suffer'd for us, and di'd:</l>
                     <l>So 'twixt two thieviſh <hi>Factions</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Our <hi>King</hi> is crucifi'd.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Caeſar,</hi> not <hi>Chriſt,</hi> the ancient
<hi>Jews</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Paid tribute of their <hi>Treaſure;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Our <hi>Jews</hi> no <hi>King</hi> but <hi>Chriſt</hi> will chuſe,</l>
                     <l>And rob, and cry down <hi>Caeſar.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Now, for the <hi>King</hi> the zealous Kirk</l>
                     <l>'Gainſt th' <hi>Independent</hi> bleats,</l>
                     <l>Whenas (alas!) their onely wirk</l>
                     <l>Is to renew <hi>old Cheats.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>If they can <hi>ſit, vote</hi> what they liſt,</l>
                     <l>And cruſh the new <hi>States</hi> down,</l>
                     <l>Then up go <hi>They,</hi> but neither <hi>Christ</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Nor <hi>King,</hi> ſhall have his own.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>The <hi>Pox,</hi> the <hi>Plague,</hi> and each Diſeaſe,</l>
                     <l>Are cur'd, though they invade us:</l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="67" facs="tcp:46508:40"/>But never look for <hi>Health</hi> and
<hi>Peace,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>If once <hi>Presbyt'ry</hi> jade us.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>When ev'ry <hi>Prieſt</hi> becomes a <hi>Pope,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Then <hi>Tinkers</hi> and <hi>Sow-gelders</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>May, if they can but 'ſcape the <hi>Rope,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Be Princes and <hi>Lay-Elders.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>If once the Kirk-men pitch their <hi>Tents</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>With our <hi>Aſſembly-Aſſes,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Synods</hi> will eat up <hi>Parliaments,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Courts</hi> be devour'd by <hi>Claſſes.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Look to 't, ye Gentry, elſe, be <hi>Slaves</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>To <hi>Slaves</hi> that can't abide ye:</l>
                     <l>Though ye have been cow'd down by <hi>Knaves,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Oh! let not <hi>Fools</hi> now ride ye.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But ſev'n years of a thouſand ('tis)</l>
                     <l>Our <hi>Saints</hi> muſt <hi>Rulers</hi> be:</l>
                     <l>So they ſhall looſe in years of bliſs,</l>
                     <l>Nine hundred ninety three.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>No more then let thoſe <hi>Rabbies</hi> truſt</l>
                     <l>Unto the <hi>Revelation;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>For their <hi>Interpreter</hi> is <hi>Luſt,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>And <hi>Pride</hi> makes <hi>Application.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Religion but a Pack-horſe is,</l>
                     <l>To carry on <hi>Deſignes;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>The <hi>Bible</hi> like a <hi>Jugglers Box,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Us'd by our <hi>State-Divines.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Texts</hi> are tormented one by one,</l>
                     <l>Like <hi>Votes,</hi> now here, now there:</l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="68" facs="tcp:46508:41"/>Thus <hi>Hocus-Pocus</hi> is out-done</l>
                     <l>By them at <hi>Weſtminſter.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>The <hi>Banes</hi> are askt, the <hi>Marriage</hi> next</l>
                     <l>Goes forward in the <hi>City:</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>For now the <hi>Match</hi> is made betwixt</l>
                     <l>Them and the <hi>State-Committee.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Thou Strumpet <hi>(London)</hi> tell not us</l>
                     <l>Of <hi>Babel</hi> any more;</l>
                     <l>If from thy <hi>King</hi> thou parteſt thus,</l>
                     <l>Thou art the greater <hi>Whore.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Thy <hi>Bags</hi> their <hi>Portion</hi> now are meant,</l>
                     <l>As well as <hi>Crown</hi> and <hi>Church;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>But when that all is gone and ſpent,</l>
                     <l>They'll leave thee in the <hi>lurch.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Thou <hi>Bawd</hi> of <hi>Treaſon,</hi> then for all</l>
                     <l>Thy curſed <hi>Fornication,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Thou and thy <hi>Prieſtly Panders</hi> ſhall</l>
                     <l>Be <hi>Carted</hi> through the <hi>Nation.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>The Market's made; the <hi>King</hi> ſhall
<hi>treat,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>(They ſay) and buy his own:</l>
                     <l>But is not this a very <hi>Cheat</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>To ſet the price, a <hi>Crown?</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Alas! the <hi>Members</hi> run by <hi>rote,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>And ſhew us many a <hi>Feat:</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Thus all the year they'll <hi>vote, unvote,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>For <hi>Money, Cloaths</hi> and <hi>Meat.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>'Tis fit that they uphold their <hi>Trades,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>What ere <hi>Malignants</hi> ſpeak:</l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="69" facs="tcp:46508:41"/>So they can thrive, the City-Jades</l>
                     <l>Their Backs and Necks may break.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Poor, <hi>What d'ye lack?</hi> ſmall gains can ſhow,</l>
                     <l>With many an empty <hi>Shelf:</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>The <hi>Houſe</hi> ſpoils <hi>Shops;</hi> 'tis
<hi>Aye</hi> and <hi>No,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>That brings in all the <hi>Pelf.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Rebellion</hi> makes our <hi>Nation</hi> bleed</l>
                     <l>With freſh <hi>Alarms</hi> (we ſee:)</l>
                     <l>But yet it is not well agreed</l>
                     <l>Who muſt the <hi>Rebel</hi> be.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>The <hi>Round-head</hi> firſt the <hi>Rebel</hi> was,</l>
                     <l>(If truth be in the <hi>Laws</hi>)</l>
                     <l>Till <hi>Treaſon</hi> did for <hi>Goſpel</hi> paſs,</l>
                     <l>To bolſter up the <hi>Cauſe.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>The thriving <hi>Cauſe</hi> with high diſdain,</l>
                     <l>In <hi>Fortunes</hi> full <hi>Career,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Throws <hi>Rebel</hi> in the face again</l>
                     <l>Of <hi>King</hi> and <hi>Cavalier.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Thus <hi>Proſp'rous miſchief</hi> makes it good</l>
                     <l>Againſt all <hi>Law</hi> and <hi>Reaſon:</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Not to ſpill <hi>Royal, Loyal Blood,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>But, <hi>to be conquer'd's Treaſon.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Five months ago,<note place="margin">
                           <hi>June</hi> 20.
1648.</note> our mighty <hi>States</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Were pleas'd to vote <hi>No King;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>But two months ſince, to act new <hi>Cheats,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Their <hi>Votes</hi> the <hi>Changes</hi> ring.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>'Tis time the <hi>Bells</hi> of <hi>Westminſter</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Chime <hi>Backwards,</hi> and retire</l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="70" facs="tcp:46508:42"/>To quench the <hi>Flame,</hi> whenas we heat</l>
                     <l>The <hi>Kingdom</hi>'s all on fire.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But yet (it ſeems) they make a <hi>ſtand,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>And cry it is no matter:</l>
                     <l>What need they care for <hi>Fire</hi> on <hi>Land,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Whoſe Journey lies by <hi>Water?</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>GOD ſend them <hi>Ships,</hi> fair Winds and Tide,</l>
                     <l>With <hi>Paſſage</hi> quick and good;</l>
                     <l>Or elſe I fear (to ſcourge our pride)</l>
                     <l>They'll ſwim through <hi>Seas of Blood.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>The <hi>Holy War</hi> goes on apace,</l>
                     <l>Yet brings the <hi>Saints</hi> no <hi>Pay:</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>In triumph now they ne'er ſay <hi>Grace,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>But onely <hi>Faſt</hi> and <hi>Pray.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>They many an hungry <hi>Conqueſt</hi> get,</l>
                     <l>But no <hi>Thankſgiving</hi> Dinners:</l>
                     <l>The <hi>City</hi> knows they ſcorn to eat</l>
                     <l>With <hi>Publicans</hi> and <hi>Sinners.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>The <hi>Members</hi> cannot ſpare one <hi>Meal;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Their <hi>Bags</hi> lie <hi>ſeal'd</hi> in Town:</l>
                     <l>What though they broke the <hi>Kings great Seal,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>They'll not undo their own?</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>The Country bids them ſtarve, or hang,</l>
                     <l>They'll be no more kept under:</l>
                     <l>The <hi>Cavaliers</hi> will ſoundly bang</l>
                     <l>Them all, and ſpoile their <hi>Plunder.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Reformation,</hi> thou <hi>Stalking-Horſe</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Of our <hi>Hip-ſhotten State,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="71" facs="tcp:46508:42"/>Th' <hi>Appendix</hi> of the <hi>Publick Purſe,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>And <hi>Midwife</hi> of our Fate!</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>'Twas <hi>Thou,</hi> and <hi>Beldame-Conſcience</hi> firſt,</l>
                     <l>That ſet the world a <hi>madding;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>And you your ſelves, like <hi>Cain</hi> accurſt,</l>
                     <l>Have ever ſince been <hi>gadding.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Pox</hi> take th' <hi>unlucky Cauſe,</hi> for me,</l>
                     <l>It is a wild <hi>Vagary;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>The <hi>Bane</hi> of <hi>Boon ſociety;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>For that firſt rais'd <hi>Canary.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Poor <hi>Sinners</hi> now muſt <hi>ſnap a cruſt;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Ye <hi>deadly ſev'n,</hi> farewel:</l>
                     <l>For ſince y'are all Excis'd, we muſt</l>
                     <l>Pay dear to purchaſe <hi>Hell.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>What, though the <hi>Factions</hi> are agreed</l>
                     <l>The <hi>Kingdom</hi> ſtill to <hi>cheat?</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Do what they can, it is decreed</l>
                     <l>The <hi>King</hi> ſhall come and <hi>treat.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Come from the <hi>Dungeon</hi> to the <hi>Throne,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>
                        <hi>(Great Charles)</hi> and quell the rage</l>
                     <l>Of th' Iron world; with <hi>Thee</hi> alone</l>
                     <l>Revives the <hi>Golden Age.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Thoſe very Saints, which joy'd thy <hi>Fall,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>And ſaid thy day was done,</l>
                     <l>Will now like <hi>Perſian-Pagans,</hi> all</l>
                     <l>Adore the <hi>Riſing-Sun.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>No more wrapt up in Clouds remain,</l>
                     <l>Secluded from the <hi>Nation:</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="72" facs="tcp:46508:43"/>May <hi>Thou</hi> and <hi>Thine</hi> ſhine bright, and reig<gap reason="illegible" resp="#OXF" extent="1+ letters">
                           <desc>•…</desc>
                        </gap>
                     </l>
                     <l>A <hi>Glorious Conſtellation.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>It is decreed <hi>(Great Prince)</hi> thy <hi>Fate</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Shall check their damned <hi>Plots;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Though <hi>London</hi> jade it for the <hi>State,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>And bandies at the <hi>Scots.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>The <hi>Presbyters</hi> now fain would ride,</l>
                     <l>And ſhew us t' other <hi>Feat;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Therefore to quell the <hi>Saints</hi> high pride,</l>
                     <l>They ſay the <hi>King</hi> ſhall <hi>treat.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Were he in their hands, the <hi>Town's their own,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>The <hi>Houſes</hi> too muſt work,</l>
                     <l>To <hi>vote</hi> the <hi>Independents</hi> down,</l>
                     <l>And mount the Raſcal <hi>Kirk.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Away, ye <hi>juggling,</hi> palty <hi>Crew</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Of well-affected <hi>Knaves;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Rather then free your <hi>Sov'raign,</hi> you</l>
                     <l>Your ſelves will live like <hi>Slaves.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Stand to 't, ye <hi>Lords,</hi> we'll ſtand to you,</l>
                     <l>And clip the <hi>Commons</hi> wings:</l>
                     <l>Let not the <hi>Lev'ling Raſcal-Crew,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Thus domineer like <hi>Kings.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>The <hi>Lower</hi> is the <hi>Upper-Houſe,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>And hath been ſo ſeven years:</l>
                     <l>Your <hi>Votes</hi> they value not a <hi>Lowſe,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Ye <hi>Antichriſtian Peers.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>They give you many a <hi>Ratling Peal,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>And bait you one by one;</l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="75" facs="tcp:46508:43"/>For ſhould a <hi>Treaty</hi> take, their <hi>Zeal</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>And <hi>Saintſhips</hi> are undone.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>My <hi>Lords,</hi> of <hi>Gotam,</hi> not of
<hi>Greece,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Your <hi>wiſdoms</hi> I ſhall ſing;</l>
                     <l>And ſell you all for <hi>pence apiece,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>If you reject your <hi>King.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>No <hi>Camel</hi> like the <hi>London</hi> breed,</l>
                     <l>To <hi>drudge, pray, pay,</hi> and <hi>feast;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>In <hi>Body,</hi> and in <hi>Purſe</hi> to bleed:</l>
                     <l>O 'tis a <hi>patient Beaſt!</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>If you'll needs pray, pray ſtay at home;</l>
                     <l>Tell <hi>GOD</hi> your ſad condition:</l>
                     <l>'Tis <hi>Popiſh</hi> to the <hi>Saints</hi> to come</l>
                     <l>And put up your <hi>Petition.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>This wondrous <hi>Idol</hi> of the <hi>States,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>The Stomach hath of <hi>Bell:</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Like <hi>Moloch</hi> it <hi>Mankind</hi> doth eat,</l>
                     <l>And quick devours like <hi>Hell.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>As th' <hi>Horſe-Leech (Give)</hi> it ever cries,</l>
                     <l>And rages like the <hi>Dragon;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>As the old <hi>Serpent</hi> it is wiſe.</l>
                     <l>But it muſt fall like <hi>Dagon.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Would you know why the <hi>Plague</hi> hath ceas't</l>
                     <l>Theſe laſt ſev'n years now ſpent?</l>
                     <l>Becauſe GOD knows no greater <hi>Pest</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Than this ſame <hi>Parliament.</hi>
                        <note place="margin">1648.</note>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>How many thouſands hath it ſwept</l>
                     <l>Of <hi>Bodies, Souls,</hi> and <hi>Gold!</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="74" facs="tcp:46508:44"/>
                        <hi>King, Church,</hi> and
<hi>People,</hi> (none except)</l>
                     <l>Have all been <hi>bought</hi> and <hi>ſold:</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Our merry <hi>Pipes,</hi> for <hi>Trumpets</hi> ſhrill;</l>
                     <l>Our <hi>Tabers</hi> chang'd to <hi>Drums:</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Princes</hi> are brav'd by <hi>Jack</hi> and
<hi>Gill,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Wat Tilers,</hi> and <hi>Tom Thums.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>'Tis time thoſe <hi>Bags,</hi> which caus'd the
<hi>War,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Should make the <hi>War</hi> to ceaſe;</l>
                     <l>For the <hi>States Muſick</hi> is to jar,</l>
                     <l>But our beſt <hi>Muſick's Peace.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Now ſhall the <hi>King</hi> enjoy his own;</l>
                     <l>And that new Vertue, <hi>Treaſon,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Whereby the <hi>Saints</hi> do claim the <hi>Crown,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Be baffled with high <hi>Reaſon.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Great <hi>Charles,</hi> thy <hi>Vertues</hi> I deſire,</l>
                     <l>Not <hi>Solomons,</hi> nor his <hi>Stores;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>For who can tell moſt to admire</l>
                     <l>His <hi>Wiſdom</hi> or his <hi>Whores?</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>His <hi>Vices</hi> ſo eclips'd his <hi>Grace,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>That wranglers cannot tell,</l>
                     <l>Whether as yet they may him place</l>
                     <l>In <hi>Heaven,</hi> or in <hi>Hell.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But all that was in him <hi>Divine,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>And more, to <hi>Thee</hi> is giv'n;</l>
                     <l>That where ſo many <hi>Graces</hi> ſhine,</l>
                     <l>A <hi>Priſon</hi> muſt be <hi>Heav'n.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Another <hi>Blow!</hi> will not the <hi>Scot,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>And Loyal <hi>Engliſh</hi> do?</l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="75" facs="tcp:46508:44"/>Sure, <hi>Jove</hi> himſelf is of the
<hi>Plot,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>An <hi>Independent</hi> too.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Is he a <hi>King,</hi> and will he ſee</l>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Rebels</hi> aſſault the <hi>Crown?</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Had they but hands to reach, 'tis he</l>
                     <l>Should next reſigne his own.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Is he a <hi>God?</hi> and ſhall this <hi>Tribe</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Go on as they begin?</l>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Atheiſts</hi> will ſay, They do him bribe</l>
                     <l>For <hi>Priviledge</hi> to <hi>ſin.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>If theſe be <hi>Saints,</hi> 'tis vain indeed</l>
                     <l>To think there's <hi>Good</hi> or <hi>Evil:</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>The <hi>world</hi> will ſoon be of this
<hi>Creed,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>
                        <hi>No God, no King, no Devil.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Of all thoſe <hi>Monsters</hi> which we read</l>
                     <l>In <hi>Africk, Inde,</hi> or <hi>Nile,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>None like to thoſe now lately bred.</l>
                     <l>Within this wretched <hi>Iſle.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>The <hi>Cannibal,</hi> the <hi>Tygre</hi> fell,</l>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Croc'dile</hi> and <hi>Sycophant;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>The <hi>Turk,</hi> the <hi>Jew,</hi> and
<hi>Infidel,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Make up an <hi>Engliſh</hi> Saint.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>By theſe were <hi>Liſle</hi> and <hi>Lucas</hi> crown'd;</l>
                     <l>Two <hi>Worlds,</hi> both great and good:</l>
                     <l>For <hi>Men, Arts, Arms,</hi> were all nere drown'd</l>
                     <l>I' th' <hi>Deluge</hi> of their blood.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>The Trump of <hi>Fame's</hi> too low and weak,</l>
                     <l>That of the <hi>General Doom</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="78" facs="tcp:46508:45"/>Is onely fit their praiſe to ſpeak,</l>
                     <l>The <hi>World</hi> to be their <hi>Tomb.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>The Treaty holds; and ſome men are</l>
                     <l>Convinc'd the <hi>Wars</hi> will ceaſe:</l>
                     <l>Fond <hi>Folk!</hi> To think the Men of <hi>War</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Will e'er endure a <hi>Peace.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Go, bid the <hi>Scot</hi> quit <hi>Engliſh</hi> Ground,</l>
                     <l>The <hi>Swede</hi> the <hi>German</hi> Air;</l>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Holland</hi> obey the <hi>Spaniſh</hi> Crown,</l>
                     <l>The <hi>Pope</hi> leave <hi>Peter</hi>'s Chair.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Woo the great <hi>States-man</hi> to his <hi>Grave,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Preach <hi>Goſpel</hi> to the <hi>Jews;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>To <hi>Turks,</hi> that <hi>Mahomet</hi>'s a Knave,</l>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Platonick</hi> Love to Stews.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Let <hi>Citizens</hi> loath ſacred things,</l>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Presbyters</hi> pride and eaſe;</l>
                     <l>When theſe are done, make <hi>Saints</hi> love
<hi>Kings,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>And then we may have <hi>Peace.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>See in what glory <hi>Charles</hi> now ſits,</l>
                     <l>With <hi>Truth</hi> to conquer <hi>Treaſon;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>And prove he is the <hi>King</hi> of <hi>Wits,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>The <hi>World, Himſelf,</hi> and <hi>Reaſon.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Angels</hi> bear witneſs, <hi>GOD</hi> looks down,</l>
                     <l>The <hi>Graces</hi> too attend;</l>
                     <l>Sure, none but <hi>Devils</hi> then will frown</l>
                     <l>Upon a bleſſed end.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Ten hundred thouſand <hi>Loyal Hearts,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>All bleeding at his <hi>Fate;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="79" facs="tcp:46508:45"/>As many Wiſhes from all parts</l>
                     <l>Flie round his <hi>Chair</hi> of State.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Come then, ye dirty, <hi>Sainted Elves,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Worſe then <hi>Church-window</hi> paint:</l>
                     <l>By this fair <hi>Glaſs</hi> abhor your ſelves,</l>
                     <l>Learn here to be a <hi>Saint.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>The <hi>King</hi> the four great <hi>Bills</hi> muſt paſs,</l>
                     <l>And none but <hi>Saints</hi> be free:</l>
                     <l>Th' <hi>Iriſh</hi> and <hi>Cavaliers</hi> (alas!)</l>
                     <l>Muſt th' onely <hi>Rebels</hi> be.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>New <hi>Lords,</hi> new <hi>Laws,</hi> new <hi>Saints</hi> are we;</l>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Religion</hi>'s in fine pickle,</l>
                     <l>When 'tis reſolv'd the <hi>Church</hi> ſhall be</l>
                     <l>A three-years <hi>Conventicle.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Militia</hi> too, they needs muſt gain,</l>
                     <l>Thoſe pretty carnal <hi>Tools:</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>For <hi>Pauls</hi> old <hi>Weapons</hi> they diſdain,</l>
                     <l>As fit for none but <hi>Fools.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Thus <hi>Royally Charles</hi> lets to <hi>Leaſe,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Lays <hi>Sword</hi> and <hi>Scepter</hi> down,</l>
                     <l>To ſhew he values <hi>Us</hi> and <hi>Peace</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Above a glorious <hi>Crown.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Give me the <hi>Dragons Gall</hi> for <hi>Ink,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>His <hi>ſting</hi> to be my <hi>Pen,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>To blaſt the <hi>Scot,</hi> and make him ſtink</l>
                     <l>Werſe then the <hi>Dregs</hi> of men.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>See now the <hi>Reformation-Wirk,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>For which they made us bleed,</l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="78" facs="tcp:46508:46"/>Is to caſhire <hi>King, Church</hi> and <hi>Kirk,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>On this and that ſide <hi>I weed.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Let them with <hi>Egypts</hi> plagues be croſt,</l>
                     <l>Yet ſtill find new and worſe;</l>
                     <l>And ſince I have <hi>Jobs</hi> patience loſt,</l>
                     <l>Give me his skill to <hi>curſe.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>At <hi>Home</hi> and <hi>Hell</hi> may they e'er dwell;</l>
                     <l>And for quick paſſage thither,</l>
                     <l>As they have <hi>juggled</hi> all full well,</l>
                     <l>So may they <hi>hang</hi> together.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Let me be <hi>Turk,</hi> or any thing</l>
                     <l>But a <hi>Scotch Calvinist:</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Firſt, he damn'd <hi>Biſhops;</hi> next, his
<hi>King;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Now he caſhires his <hi>Chriſt.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Gude faith, Sir,</hi> they the <hi>Pulpit</hi> bang,</l>
                     <l>But let their <hi>Goſpel</hi> down;</l>
                     <l>For, the old <hi>Saviour</hi> needs muſt gang</l>
                     <l>Now a new one's come to <hi>town.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>The <hi>Saints,</hi> whom once their mouths did
<hi>curſe,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Dear <hi>Brethren</hi> are, and <hi>Friends:</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Which proves their <hi>Zeal</hi> a
<hi>Stalking-horſe</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>For <hi>Knaviſh-godly</hi> ends.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Then rail no more at <hi>Antichrist,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>But learn ye to be <hi>
                           <gap reason="illegible" resp="#OXF" extent="1+ letters">
                              <desc>•…</desc>
                           </gap>vil:</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>And ſince ye have King <hi>Cromwel</hi> kiſt,</l>
                     <l>Shake hands too with the <hi>Devil.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Since they have damn'd all <hi>Saints</hi> of old,</l>
                     <l>No <hi>new</hi> ſhall be for me:</l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="79" facs="tcp:46508:46"/>Like <hi>Jews,</hi> they worſhip
<hi>Gods</hi> of <hi>Gold,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Their <hi>King</hi> they crucifie.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Were he the <hi>King</hi> of <hi>Kings,</hi> his
<hi>Crown</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Could not be ſafe from <hi>Foes:</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Like <hi>Jeſuites,</hi> they no <hi>Goſpel</hi> own,</l>
                     <l>But <hi>Murther</hi> and <hi>Depoſe.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Like <hi>Turks,</hi> their <hi>Heav'n</hi> lies all in
<hi>Sence,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>In <hi>Wenches, Tarts</hi> and <hi>Gelly:</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>No <hi>Hell</hi> they fear, when parted hence;</l>
                     <l>They ſerve no <hi>God,</hi> but <hi>Belly.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>All this, and more, (by <hi>Jove</hi>) is true,</l>
                     <l>If they the <hi>Treaty</hi> ceaſe,</l>
                     <l>To juggle with the <hi>Lev'lling</hi> Crew</l>
                     <l>That cry, <hi>No King, No Peace.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>No <hi>Lord,</hi> no <hi>Knight,</hi> no
<hi>Gentleman,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>For <hi>Honours</hi> now are Crimes:</l>
                     <l>The <hi>Saints</hi> will form us (if they can)</l>
                     <l>All to the <hi>Frim'<gap reason="illegible" resp="#OXF" extent="1 letter">
                              <desc>•</desc>
                           </gap>ive times.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Brave days, when <hi>Adam</hi> was a King</l>
                     <l>Without <hi>Crown, Lands,</hi> or <hi>Riches!</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>So, ſtript of <hi>Royal Robes,</hi> they'll bring</l>
                     <l>Great <hi>Charles</hi> to <hi>Fig-leave Breeches.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Princes</hi> with <hi>Plowmen</hi> rankt ſhall paſs;</l>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Ladies,</hi> like the firſt <hi>Woman,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Muſt ſpin, or elſe be turn'd to Graſs,</l>
                     <l>Now all things are in <hi>common.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Thus <hi>Cov'nanting,</hi> and <hi>Levelling,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Three <hi>Kingdoms</hi> have o'erthrown,</l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="82" facs="tcp:46508:47"/>And made <hi>all fellows</hi> with their
<hi>King,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>A <hi>Foot-ball</hi> of the <hi>Crown.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Tell me, thou <hi>Presbyterian Aſs,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Why thou at firſt didſt jar:</l>
                     <l>Thy peeviſh <hi>Plea</hi> (No Biſhops) was</l>
                     <l>The firſt ground of the War.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Next, to thy ſhame, thou didſt combine</l>
                     <l>With the Sectarian Routs;</l>
                     <l>Our <hi>Charles</hi> ſhould be no <hi>King</hi> of thine,</l>
                     <l>Or but a King of <hi>Clouts.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Both <hi>King</hi> and Biſhops thus exil'd,</l>
                     <l>The Saints not yet content:</l>
                     <l>Now with freſh flames of <hi>Zeal</hi> grow wild,</l>
                     <l>And cry, <hi>No Parliament.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Well may we then this Maxime prove,</l>
                     <l>Treaſon no end can know,</l>
                     <l>But levels at the <hi>Gods</hi> above,</l>
                     <l>As well as thoſe below.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Hark, how for Peace the <hi>Kingdom</hi> groans,</l>
                     <l>That warr'd they knew not why!</l>
                     <l>Yeild then, or elſe the very <hi>ſtones</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Will out againſt you cry.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>For ſhame, ye <hi>Baſtard-ſaints,</hi> give o'er,</l>
                     <l>Or elſe the world will think</l>
                     <l>Your Mother is great <hi>Babels</hi> Whore,</l>
                     <l>If blood you love to drink.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>The State's grown fat with <hi>Orphans</hi> Tears,</l>
                     <l>Whilſt <hi>Widows</hi> pine and moan;</l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="91" facs="tcp:46508:47"/>And <hi>tender Conſcience</hi> in ſev'n years,</l>
                     <l>Is turn'd t' a heart of <hi>ſtone.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Return, hard hearts, the <hi>Treaty</hi> ends,</l>
                     <l>Our breaſts with <hi>Hope</hi> do ſwell;</l>
                     <l>Your <hi>Bags</hi> are full, then let's be friends,</l>
                     <l>Or bid the <hi>World Farewel.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>No <hi>Gods</hi> above, nor <hi>Gods</hi> below,</l>
                     <l>Our <hi>Saints</hi> (I ſee) will own;</l>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Allegiance</hi> is <hi>Rebellion</hi> now,</l>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Treaſon</hi> to wear a <hi>Crown.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Nor <hi>King</hi> nor <hi>Parliament</hi> will pleaſe,</l>
                     <l>'Tis <hi>Goſpel</hi> to rebel:</l>
                     <l>Nay, they'll <hi>Remonſtrate</hi> againſt
<hi>Peace,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Be it in <hi>Heav'n</hi> or <hi>Hell.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Pluto,</hi> beware, (to thee they come</l>
                     <l>When here their work is done:)</l>
                     <l>For they'll break looſe, and beat up <hi>Drum,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>And ſtorm thee in thy <hi>Throne.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Then <hi>John-a-Leyden, Nol,</hi> and all</l>
                     <l>Their goblin ghoſtly <hi>Train,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>(Brave <hi>Rebel-Saints</hi> triumphant) ſhall</l>
                     <l>Begin their ſecond <hi>Reign.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Brave <hi>Reformation!</hi> now I ſee</l>
                     <l>
                        <hi>London</hi>'s a bleſſed place,</l>
                     <l>To find the <hi>Saints</hi> their <hi>Quarters free,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>And nurſe the <hi>Babes of grace.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Oh, may they ſuck, and drain them quite,</l>
                     <l>Whoſe thouſands caus'd theſe Curſes;</l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="92" facs="tcp:46508:48"/>For the <hi>tame Slaves</hi> will never fight</l>
                     <l>Till they have empty <hi>Purſes.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Come then, ye lowſie wanton <hi>Wags</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Of ſainted <hi>Chevalry,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>And free their poor condemned <hi>Bags</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>That groan for <hi>Liberty.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>March on, boon <hi>Blades,</hi> here's ſtore of Caſh,</l>
                     <l>Their King they will not pity:</l>
                     <l>Then ſpur them on, and ſoundly laſh</l>
                     <l>Theſe <hi>Dull-men</hi> of the <hi>City.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Dull <hi>Cuckolds!</hi> we are dainty <hi>Slaves,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>And well may be content,</l>
                     <l>When <hi>thirty Fools,</hi> and <hi>twenty Knaves,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Make up a <hi>Parliament.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>They baniſh all men in their <hi>Wits,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Vote <hi>King, Lords,</hi> all <hi>Offenders;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>And authorize the phrentick Fits</l>
                     <l>Of our long-ſword <hi>State-Menders.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>'Tis <hi>Nol</hi>'s own <hi>Brew-houſe</hi> now, I ſwear;</l>
                     <l>The <hi>Speaker</hi>'s but his <hi>Skinker:</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Their <hi>Members</hi> are, like th' <hi>Council</hi> of War,</l>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Car-men, Pedlers,</hi> and <hi>Tinkers.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Fine <hi>Journey-Junto!</hi> pretty <hi>Knack!</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>
                        <hi>None ſuch</hi> in all paſt Ages!</l>
                     <l>Shut ſhop; for, now the <hi>godly Pack</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Will next pay you your <hi>Wages.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Gone are thoſe Golden Days of yore,</l>
                     <l>When <hi>Chriſtmas</hi> was an <hi>High-day,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="93" facs="tcp:46508:48"/>Whoſe ſports we now ſhall ſee no more;</l>
                     <l>'Tis turn'd into <hi>Good-Friday.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Now, when the <hi>King of Kings</hi> was born,</l>
                     <l>And did <hi>ſalvation</hi> bring,</l>
                     <l>They ſtrive to crucifie in ſcorn</l>
                     <l>His <hi>Vice-Roy,</hi> and their <hi>King.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Since th' ancient <hi>Feaſt</hi> they have put down,</l>
                     <l>No new one will ſuffice;</l>
                     <l>But the choice <hi>Dainties</hi> of a <hi>Crown,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Princes in <hi>ſacrifice.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>No Powers are ſafe, <hi>Treaſon</hi>'s a Tilt,</l>
                     <l>And the mad <hi>Sainted-Elves</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Boaſt when the <hi>Royal Blood</hi> is ſpilt,</l>
                     <l>They'll all be <hi>Kings</hi> themſelves.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Like jolly <hi>Slaves,</hi> ye goodly <hi>Knaves,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>We'll bid th' old year <hi>Adieu:</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Old <hi>Sack,</hi> and things muſt paſs away,</l>
                     <l>And ſo ſhall all your new.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Now for a <hi>No-King,</hi> or a <hi>New;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>For th' old, they ſay, ſhall pack;</l>
                     <l>The <hi>new</hi> may ſerve a year to view</l>
                     <l>Like an old <hi>Almanack.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>New <hi>Houſes,</hi> new; for, th' old ones dote,</l>
                     <l>And have been thrice made <hi>Plunder;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>The Saints do vote, and act by <hi>rote,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>And are a <hi>Nine-days-wonder.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Then let us chear, this merry New-year;</l>
                     <l>For <hi>Charles</hi> ſhall wear the Crown:</l>
                     <l>'Tis a <hi>damn'd Cauſe,</hi> that damns the Laws,</l>
                     <l>And turns all up-ſide down.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <trailer>FINIS.</trailer>
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