A word of Councel to the Disaffected.
WIl ye not fear? hath not th' Almighty shown
His works of wonder? will ye not them own?
Think who hath still withstood ye when ye hatcht
Infernal Plots? what eye, his overwatc'ht?
Think how by sea and land your forces joynd,
Who still made frustrate what ye had designd?
Think when ye thought come was the Critick hour
That none could help, how God still shewd his power.
Think thus, and let your stubborn wills submit
To him that chang'd the world, still orders it:
But if thou see not, th'art a Bird of night,
Whose eyes are dazled with the dawning light.
To the same, upon the Scots recantation.
VVIll ye not turn your angry stomack, since
The Scotish Conscience doth it self convince?
Will ye not hear the Brethren that defie
Their fained Compact, give themselves the lye?
Have you a Scottish Faith? do like them then;
Far wandred from your friends, return agen.
To the same about Engaging.
ARe you so ty'd to'th Covenant that ye dare
Not promise 'gainst what formerly ye sware?
Is not that Covenant that ye should resist
All Hostile bands that 'gainst Religion list?
The Kirk confesseth that her powers are such,
That she's deceived; do but ye as much;
But ye are ty'd to Fathers, and their Heirs.
What say ye then if God new powers prepares,
To present Rule his Word commands, ye bow;
Shall Gods Command be crossed by your Vow?
His Word obliging bonds from Conscience takes;
His word forbidding, oathes unlawful makes.
You'l say to such as have a legal call:
But God himself doth bid submit to all.
You'l say to good and just, not bad ye dare:
But God bids yeeld unto the powers that are;
And in so doing, promises to bless
Men with a quiet life in Godliness;
For they that Titles do so far extend.
Will kindle fires that burn unto the end:
Who swears to future powers, doth strife increase;
Who swears to present, is a friend of peace.
Thus heavenly wisdom doth direct to be
Submiss 'neath present; from past powers free,
Marking the streams in which his actings run,
Praying, thy will, O Lord, on earth be done.
London, Printed for Francis Tyton. 1651.