A PROCLAMATION against the Home-loyterers, Recusants to the common Cause, within the Colledge of Iustice, as followeth,
WEE blamelesse Beautie, badges bright of peace,
VVhite shining smyles of Lady Iustice face;
And glory of that pomp expecting Traine,
VVhose aymes by us, are honour now to gaine.
For as much as that fleeing herald Fame,
Doth still by her eare-batring voice proclame
Each where; that for our Crowne & Faiths defence,
Our present progresse keepes a residence;
Here in Dunglasse, where now our curious Eyes,
VVith long-worne looks, as waking watch-men lyes
Still in await: as pleasing to bee deign'd
Here to attend those unto us assign'd,
By Truths blew Flags, our sister in degree,
Both sprung from noble Iustice pedigree:
As als our patience did not yet disdaine,
To wait the lurking fragments of our Traine
That yet remaines: as our assur'd supplie,
Bought long agoe by love, and clemencie:
Albeit to them heavens helping hand hath beene
Most liberall, as mortall eyes hath seene:
VVhose prodigall usher Ladie Providence.
Fraught their desires with a right large expence,
Of golden strength, by nursing Vertues hand,
And made them strong in our just Cause to stand;
Under the shelter of our famous Name,
VVhich by the right of thankfulnesse wee claime:
Aye due by them, and that for their supplie
Of true Religion, and our Libertie:
That so our sight might terrifie our foe,
As did our noble Name a yeare a-goe.
But O! those hopes were blasted long ere Time
Could bring these blossomes to an happie prime.
VVhose fruits (deceit's, Nay, rather) in respect,
They nothing bring but showes, of mere neglect.
VVhich all men knowes, did spring from servile fear,
Or churlish-mindes, that now the swey doth bear.
Yet whilst wee did, sweet smylling Peace enjoy,
Then seem'd they readie Subjects to imploy;
And trac'd the Streets with such a gallent grace,
As if their worth consisted in their pace:
But when proud Mars once shew his angrie brow,
Their fainting hearts then seem'd for feare to bow.
Their courage which their tongues some times did keep
Now in their secret Cels doth soundly sleep.
VVith gaping gried they glorie in their gaine,
VVhich lurking they atchieved with honours staine
They care not for their Faith, nor Countries good,
So they buy ease with their own Brethrens blood.
Thus then (wee see) their Faith, and courage cold,
Now make their feeble breasts in nothing bold,
Except it bee a Venus to imbrace,
Much more esteem'd, than brave Bellonas face:
Then lo, what cause wee have so to proclame,
Them wanting braines to under-prop our Name.
HErefore since threats, nor our perswasions faire,
Nothing avails, VVee will, and wee declare
That this afore-nam'd home delighting Crew,
As well of VVhite, as of the collours Blew,
Bee from hence-forth, and by all humane lawes,
Esteem'd Recusants, to our noble Cause.
And als wee finde, and thinke expedient,
That they, and every one of them bee rent:
And cut cleane off, with shames infamous strock,
As withred Boughes from blooming Iustice stock.
And wee command, that this our will bee shown,
And in each place, that Fame doe make it known.
VVhich we here stamp with Truth faire Iustice seal,
That never died: nor ever yet shall fail.
Daited from Dunglasse26. of Iuly, 1640.
This Proclamation's seal'd that now I bring,
With great Apollo's hand adorning Reigne.
Tho. Plaine Clerke.