BEcause I know (my Lord) you are wise, and capable of conviction, and for that you are noble by extraction, whereunto I also pretend: I cannot doubt of your kind ac­ceptance of a Letter which shall accent Truth, and breathe Love: were you a Plebeian, beleeve it and Phlegmatick, I would not spend either time or paper to reduce you to a fond understanding. Deeply (Right Honourable) prudent men erre, and there is no such irre­mediable defection from Vertue and Religion, as when a sapient head hath occasionally slipt from truth; so unwil­ling is humane nature to confesse an error: Which to doe, Divinity accounts it most honourable, most truly Religi­ous. Is it that specious pretence of Gods Cause which led you on these 7 yeers into horrid Rebellion against your na­turall Prince, meriting: better things at your hands, even by personall favours? Does the Law seem to afford a cha­sme or riffe, wherein to hide the guilt without immediate repentance inexpiable? Does it by any inversion seeme [Page 2]to justifie your transactions? Or does (which is most probable) a sweet ambience of supereminent liberty and command over your fellow Subjects, subjecting them to despoticall and Arbitrary Votes, illaqueate your understan­ding? Verily Sir, one of these three or all, must undenia­bly be granted to be ground, to every prospective Epicle appear to be the foundation; whereupon, so unhappily hitherto the artificiall Babell you have raised, is laid. I desquire them respectively I will examine them imparti­ally. I am a Gent. a Christian, a Protestant, a man qualifi'd, even for an Ordinance of Parliament: Nay, truly to speak, no lesse a lover of your naturall endowments, then admiring your advised wickednesse. Pardon that biting truth, which your hodiernall perpetrations and guilt hath wrung from me, your amazed friend. Gods Cause can be concentred in nothing, but in Religion. What offers our second Solomon hath made for the establish of the Soul of the world, need I tell you? Discipline is a shell, no art can make it analogically comparate to dogmaticall truth, not adequate unto it, no Scripture susceptible of such a stretch, that it can be justly asserted, it is necessa­rily enjoyned to be identicall in all polities: it is necessary, but in spene may admit of alteration. Tis not that hath made you burn with zeal, we know you are of a more plausible conscience. How the seme of our Law will sta­tuminate, will justifie you: I would you would discover, and send me, and all Lawyers away with conviction. Hath an English Prince a natural and politick capacity in­separably joyned? None denies it. Is it high Treason to maintain, our Soveraign ought to be obeyed rather out of a respect unto His politick capacity then His natural? Raise the means of the conscious speuers they have signed it with their blood. Else may Rebellion be made a justifiable [Page 3]trade, and His Majesty properly enstiled the King of Devills. These are not (noble Lords) the adle issue of a melancholy brain, but subuxt with rights reason, use it rightly,; and see your slips. Stawell was fined for his Delinquence against the Parligment, for levying War against the King, he stands indicted, strange contradictions no whimsey of virtually trasmitted power from His Ma­jesty unto His Subjects wil vindicate that device from be­ing rightly honoured with the title of the most absolute peice of senselesse iniquity in the world. Are you a fraid to trust the King? Greater security then an act of Parlia­ment, you can never have; fight on till doomsday: which I guesse by the Symtomes of maritime aspects to be ap­proximant and ready to shew her face. But there is a sweet covenant, whose sanction must be regarded, as to eradica­tion of the hierarchy, which the King denies, because inconsistant with damnable sacriledge, the main cause which makes scarlet gown men arch up their eye-brows on Thanksgiving-days for Victories, for air, for the Eccho of the vain rumurst for shedding innocent blood, and deep depopulating England the late jem and Ormusium of the universe; their is the knack of interest, and in that I fear, your honour hopes to share: suspend a while your judge­ment in the covenants sene, till it be defined, what scene it will bear, in malis promissis rescinde fidem, is a gloden rule, excellent Aphorisme. I tell you once more, our Law can protect it self without a Sword. England will bleed her vitall breath, and never close her orifice of ne­cessities, till our excellent Law be suffered to inchannell it self rightly to the ocean of Honour. Who sees not with what cables she is made to retaine some vessells, and how easily she lets goe the other flat bottomed Barges of our unhappinesse? How is he constrayned to yelp ruine to [Page 4]wisely qualified and religious how smoothly she utters Placentia to the hellish Caterpillars of this our Isle? There is not the least shadow of Law on your side, there must then be still behind, Execrable in Morall Policy, that other presumption strongly fortify'd with vehement pro­bability, since that your Lordship and others hath to long in grosse, and wallowed in the Royall Bath of So­vereignty. Is it possible a few transient howers of impety in this Tabernacle, in this subterlunary habitation, can transport such a star of humane reason beyond its due course? dares it encounter with Charles-Waine? and un­hinge Religion, Lawes, make common Equity a foolery, doe such actions as were never exemplify'd, since this Island lost the name of Olbion. Must Religion upon Ma­chiavillian principles be collaterally respected, and premi­sed, as worthy some animadvertence, because she hath a quality to harnesse high shoes unto the carriages of Hell watraved aymes? See, see, (thou great ingrosser of Policy) those paths which conduct to thy future happinesse our immediate tranquillity, so humane, (for tis thy miseries thou dost see) what opportunity is. yet left by heavens indulgence unto thee, to return and: ingremiate thy selfe with him, who will forgive thee: Whose Vertues, whose Religion hath startled Europe, and begot just obloqui up­on our Nation, for abusing Soveraignty, for subiecting Piety it self in abstruce to the whistle of contemptible vil­lany. I burst with griefe, what remedy? tis thy soule I love; tis thy actions I abhor: which should I comprobate, that God, which for our great sins hath unchained Hels Bandogs these seven years elapsed last, would expunge my name out of the Book of Life.

Be not (I conjure you) any longer so desperate an enemy to your owne Eternity.