THE COPPY OF A LETTER Sent from IOHN Lord FINCH, late Lord Keeper, to his Friend Dr. COZENS: WITH A Commemoration of the Favours Dr. Cozens Shewed him in his VICE-CHANCELLORSHIP.

UNTO VVhich is annexed a good Admo­nition to PROTESTANTS.

Printed in the yeare 1641.

A COPPY OF a LETTER sent from IOHN Lord FINCH, to Doctor COZENS.

Dr. Cozens,

THe Quotidian familiarity of our Religion, did heretofore con­tabulate our mindes together, and did at this present time sug­gest mee to recall our affinity. And although the impetuous novercation of ambiguous Fortune, have digested you from that feare of Honour, to which you were pro­moted, yet I have not buried our former ac­quaintance in oblivion, but have beene very sensible of your misery. For you know I my selfe was subject to the same Destinie, and if I had stayed any longer, they would have put the poore Finch in the Cage, and have made me sing Prick-Song there but I had more wit then to stay, for I did presuppose that there was a tempestuous storme arising. And kinde Doctor, if you had taken my course, you might [Page 2]have likewise escaped the danger that now hangs over your head. But I deplore the vi­cissitude of your malignant fate; yet I remem­ber that Apothegmaticall sentence of the Ly­rian Horace, Vt sementem feceris, ita metes. For had not you sowne such Antichristian seeds of Popish introduction into the Church, you should never have reaped this harvest of mise­ry. For my part, I was Eagle-winged, and as soone as I perceived that Limetwigges were layd for me, I did erect my selfe, and by the expansion of my nimble wings escaped those snares into which you are fallen. But I beseech you Sir, let me recall our inveterate Counsell by the fresh recordation of memory: What, do's your Chappell retaine its former orna­ments? Do's the Crucifixe remaine? and doe the Pictures, and graven Images a dorne it still, as in my time? Do's the Altar stand still? or doe not nefarious persons wish you facri­ficed thereon? Do's the Triple Crowne which you erected in Saint Maries, illu­strate still the vulgar speculation? Sir, if the tumultuary imprecations of the Vulgar doe oppose you; yet macerate not your selfe, neither let passion conquer your captive thoughts; for tis a true Apologization, Quod ti­bi facere non vis, alteri ne feceris. But you did contaminate that sentence too much, by the unjust exulceration of Eclesiasticall Innovati­ons: Remember me to the Arch-bishop, [Page 3]and desire him to put my good counsell in ex­ecution, that he shall Excommunicate both Houses, before they divorce him from his Spouse▪ but (alas) I feare his Cannons do requoile, and his Founders miscarrie, therfore set them be new Cast. Remember me like­wise to Bishop Wren, and bid him straine for it, for he will be made to sing a note above Elie. Remember me likewise to Kilbert and Abell, who (I thinke) are grown weary of two pound in a Tun, but I thinke if their Hogs­heads were pierced, that you would have wine at six-pence, and twelve-pence againe. Re­member me to Iudge Crawly, and tell him that I wonder that Noverint universi should con­demne him with such celerity. Remember me likewise to the Gentleman in the cut-fin­ger Gloves, and let him know that I under­stand that Casus noster venit ad non suite jam—Remember me to the Physitians, for they have strong stomakes, and can digest a summe with­out feare or prejudice of censorious Momus. Remember me to all Lawyers, and tell them that I understand their Obligation is contra­ry to their condition. I thinke their lines had some pernitious diseas either the running of the reines, or the French pox, for they straddled as wide as any French man. Re­member me lastly to all the Taylers, and tell them that they have better luck then Pontifi­cians, [Page 4]for they doe daily invent new fashions, and are commended for it, for which you are taxed. But loving Doctor, perhaps my pen doe seeme too remisse, wherefore I will con­tract my selfe in a compendiary Epitomy of my thankes unto you, for all your favours shewne mee since the last time I was at the Vniverfitie, for leting me kisse the Virgin Maryes Picture, and the Popes-head, and for innumerable other Curtesies, all which if I should expresse, I should not only dilate my selfe in a too deveous expansion, but likewise transgreffe the limits of your patience: ther­fore the few admonitions, and salubritie of Councel which I derove unto you briefly shal be these: First, That whither soever the tem­pestuous Winde hurrieth, you would remem­ber to keepe your head warme. Secondly, Although you climed up to that Honour up­on other mens necks, have a great care that you come downe with your own. Reject not my good Councell, neither contemne my af­fectionate desire. Thus beseeching you to see the Remembrance to my Friends fully ex­ecuted, I commend you to Destinie, desiring you to accept the will of,

Your ingaged and obsequious friend IOHN FINCH.

Good councel to PROTESTANTS.

SInce Pontificians cannot have their plots,
Full executed (whom the righteous Sc [...]ts
Doe utterly detest) since Papists all,
Shall by the sacred sword of Iustice fall;
Let Protestants Religion true professe,
And fully from impietie digresse:
For loe! Here Baal's irreligious Priests
Nefarious Prelates, and all Atheists,
Are now abjected by the Parliament,
Whom GOD for Malefactors punishment,
Hath piously clected, and hath made
Them Authors, Honest men that in their Trade,
May prosperously flourish from base fees,
Projects, and impious Monopolees,
With their exactions which did lately make,
The thred-bare Commons of the land to shak
Learne therefore by their punishment to hate,
All wicked Heresie, which now of late,
Did overspread the Church, with Cannons base,
With Ceremonies, and a Popish face,
Of Innovations, but to him above,
Be thankes immortall to Tri-une Iehove;
Let us extoll his all-disposing power,
Who all our enemies will thus devoure.
[Page 6] False Iesuits repent, false Prelates mourne,
False Doctors houle, who heretofor did scorn
True Doctrine, bewayl the numerous crimes
Which ye did introduce in former times:
But to the Protestant this I will say,
Prophets and Teachers false do not obey;
Confirme thy faith, and then if Envy durst
Presume to snarle, let envy snarle her worst;
Yet still confirme thy faith, and do not yeeld,
As a weake Coward to her sanguine field.
Stand firme: do, let her fret, fume some & fall,
Stark mad, yet stand thou firm, whilst in her gall
Of malice the base Bedlam taint & stink
In her polluted and contagious sinke
Of all iniquitie, if she chance to harme,
Thy stedfastnesse, yet stand thou still more
For God who pulleth down each wicked shrin
Will set up true Religion more divine.
FINIS.

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