Caroloiades, or, The rebellion of forty one in ten books : a heroick poem.
         Howard, Edward, fl. 1669.
      
       
         
           1689
        
      
       Approx. 415 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 198 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images.
       
         Text Creation Partnership,
         Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) :
         2005-10 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1).
         A44622
         Wing H2966
         ESTC R17386
         11862044
         ocm 11862044
         50029
         
           
            This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of
             Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal
            . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission.
          
        
      
       
         Early English books online.
      
       
         (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A44622)
         Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 50029)
         Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 535:4)
      
       
         
           
             Caroloiades, or, The rebellion of forty one in ten books : a heroick poem.
             Howard, Edward, fl. 1669.
          
           [24], 367 p.
           
             Printed by J. B. for the author and publish'd by Randal Taylor ...,
             London :
             1689.
          
           
             Written by Edward Howard. Cf. BM.
             This work published anonymously in 1689. Reissued with a dedicatory epistle by the author and a new title page under the title Caroloiades redivivus, or, The war and revolutions in the time of King Charles the First. Cf. BM.
             In verse.
             Reproduction of original in Huntington Library.
          
        
      
    
     
       
         Created by converting TCP files to TEI P5 using tcp2tei.xsl, TEI @ Oxford.
         Re-processed by University of Nebraska-Lincoln and Northwestern, with changes to facilitate morpho-syntactic tagging. Gap elements of known extent have been transformed into placeholder characters or elements to simplify the filling in of gaps by user contributors.
      
       
         EEBO-TCP is a partnership between the Universities of Michigan and Oxford and the publisher ProQuest to create accurately transcribed and encoded texts based on the image sets published by ProQuest via their Early English Books Online (EEBO) database (http://eebo.chadwyck.com). The general aim of EEBO-TCP is to encode one copy (usually the first edition) of every monographic English-language title published between 1473 and 1700 available in EEBO.
         EEBO-TCP aimed to produce large quantities of textual data within the usual project restraints of time and funding, and therefore chose to create diplomatic transcriptions (as opposed to critical editions) with light-touch, mainly structural encoding based on the Text Encoding Initiative (http://www.tei-c.org).
         The EEBO-TCP project was divided into two phases. The 25,363 texts created during Phase 1 of the project have been released into the public domain as of 1 January 2015. Anyone can now take and use these texts for their own purposes, but we respectfully request that due credit and attribution is given to their original source.
         Users should be aware of the process of creating the TCP texts, and therefore of any assumptions that can be made about the data.
         Text selection was based on the New Cambridge Bibliography of English Literature (NCBEL). If an author (or for an anonymous work, the title) appears in NCBEL, then their works are eligible for inclusion. Selection was intended to range over a wide variety of subject areas, to reflect the true nature of the print record of the period. In general, first editions of a works in English were prioritized, although there are a number of works in other languages, notably Latin and Welsh, included and sometimes a second or later edition of a work was chosen if there was a compelling reason to do so.
         Image sets were sent to external keying companies for transcription and basic encoding. Quality assurance was then carried out by editorial teams in Oxford and Michigan. 5% (or 5 pages, whichever is the greater) of each text was proofread for accuracy and those which did not meet QA standards were returned to the keyers to be redone. After proofreading, the encoding was enhanced and/or corrected and characters marked as illegible were corrected where possible up to a limit of 100 instances per text. Any remaining illegibles were encoded as <gap>s. Understanding these processes should make clear that, while the overall quality of TCP data is very good, some errors will remain and some readable characters will be marked as illegible. Users should bear in mind that in all likelihood such instances will never have been looked at by a TCP editor.
         The texts were encoded and linked to page images in accordance with level 4 of the TEI in Libraries guidelines.
         Copies of the texts have been issued variously as SGML (TCP schema; ASCII text with mnemonic sdata character entities); displayable XML (TCP schema; characters represented either as UTF-8 Unicode or text strings within braces); or lossless XML (TEI P5, characters represented either as UTF-8 Unicode or TEI g elements).
         
          Keying and markup guidelines are available at the
           Text Creation Partnership web site
          .
        
      
       
         
         
      
    
     
       
         eng
      
       
         
           Great Britain -- History -- Civil War, 1642-1649.
        
      
    
     
        2004-10 TCP
        Assigned for keying and markup
      
        2004-11 Apex CoVantage
        Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images
      
        2005-01 Judith Siefring
        Sampled and proofread
      
        2005-01 Judith Siefring
        Text and markup reviewed and edited
      
        2005-04 pfs
        Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
      
    
  
   
     
       
         
         
         
           Caroloiades
           ,
           OR
           ,
           The
           Rebellion
           of
           Forty
           One.
           In
           Ten
           Books
           .
           A
           Heroick
           POEM
           .
        
         
           
             Virg.
             Encid
             .
             Lib.
             2.
             
          
           
             —
             quis
             talia
             fando
          
           
             Mirmidomum
             ,
             delapumve
             ,
             aut
             duri
             Miles
             Ulyssi
          
           
             Temperet
             a
             lachrymis
             —
          
        
         
           
             
               
                 
                   Licensed
                   ,
                   May
                   22.
                   1688.
                   
                
                 
                   
                     R.
                     Midgley
                     .
                  
                
              
            
          
        
         
           LONDON
           ,
           Printed
           by
           
             J.
             B.
          
           for
           the
           Author
           ,
           and
           Publish'd
           by
           
             Randal
             Taylor
          
           ,
           near
           Stationers-Hall
           in
           Ludgate-street
           ,
           and
           are
           to
           b●
           Sold
           by
           most
           Booksellers
           in
           London
           and
           Westminster
           ,
           1689.
           
        
      
       
         
         
         
           THE
           PREFACE
           .
        
         
           WHosoever
           has
           Inspected
           the
           History
           of
           that
           Unhappy
           War
           which
           commenc'd
           in
           the
           time
           of
           King
           
             Charles
             the
             First
          
           ,
           will
           grant
           that
           its
           wonderfull
           and
           various
           events
           adminster
           as
           much
           Subject
           for
           a
           Poem
           of
           this
           Nature
           as
           has
           been
           Grounded
           on
           former
           Story
           :
           However
           deplorable
           the
           disparity
           may
           be
           as
           to
           our
           Historical
           facts
           and
           revolutions
           ,
           in
           regard
           that
           these
           ,
           from
           their
           horrid
           effects
           and
           contrivance
           ,
           appear
           less
           credible
           then
           true
           ,
           and
           propably
           shall
           have
           no
           future
           Parallel
           .
        
         
           That
           the
           Character
           of
           that
           Sovereign
           ,
           which
           gives
           a
           Denomination
           to
           this
           Poem
           ,
           may
           with
           no
           less
           Magnitude
           (
           considering
           the
           Excellency
           and
           Grandeur
           of
           his
           Endowments
           )
           be
           as
           renown'd
           a
           figure
           for
           Heroick
           Poesy
           ,
           as
           any
           which
           Homer
           or
           Virgill
           have
           attributed
           to
           the
           Greatest
           of
           their
           Heroes
           must
           be
           granted
           by
           all
           that
           are
           not
           Ignorant
           of
           their
           Nations
           Glory
           ,
           or
           detractive
           from
           the
           Fame
           of
           that
           Incomparable
           King.
           
        
         
           I
           shall
           not
           presume
           to
           adorn
           my
           Preface
           by
           displaying
           the
           especial
           and
           various
           dignities
           of
           
           Heroick
           Poesy
           which
           in
           my
           Case
           might
           savour
           of
           Ostentation
           ,
           or
           not
           unlike
           an
           Architect
           that
           should
           endeavour
           to
           applaud
           some
           high
           performance
           of
           his
           Science
           to
           Insinuate
           his
           own
           desert
           in
           a
           work
           of
           the
           same
           Intendment
           :
           Being
           rather
           desirous
           to
           referr
           my
           Reader
           to
           what
           the
           Judicious
           have
           Celebrately
           express'd
           ,
           in
           reference
           to
           this
           extraordinary
           sort
           of
           Poesy
           ,
           without
           giving
           it
           any
           other
           Panygerick
           from
           my
           Pen.
           However
           I
           stand
           oblig'd
           so
           far
           to
           Vindicate
           my
           undertaking
           as
           to
           shew
           that
           it
           is
           duly
           grounded
           and
           concenters
           with
           such
           requisites
           of
           Invention
           as
           have
           been
           allowably
           conceded
           to
           perfect
           an
           Epique
           composition
           .
        
         
           That
           this
           structure
           has
           been
           from
           the
           Pens
           of
           the
           most
           famous
           Authors
           ,
           rais'd
           on
           some
           known
           Historical
           Truth
           ,
           as
           the
           Basis
           or
           fond
           of
           such
           a
           Poem
           ,
           is
           evident
           from
           what
           the
           first
           Grandees
           or
           Guides
           of
           this
           Science
           have
           left
           to
           the
           World.
           
        
         
           But
           if
           known
           story
           gave
           rise
           to
           their
           design
           ,
           they
           rely'd
           upon
           the
           strength
           of
           Fiction
           ,
           in
           order
           to
           the
           beautifying
           and
           compleating
           the
           Modell
           and
           shape
           of
           their
           contrivance
           :
           Not
           unlike
           the
           skillfull
           Sculpturist
           ,
           that
           out
           of
           some
           rough
           Mass
           of
           Stone
           polisheth
           and
           forms
           his
           several
           figures
           suitable
           to
           the
           representation
           he
           Intends
           them
           .
        
         
           True
           it
           is
           that
           known
           occurrences
           may
           something
           Agrandize
           a
           Poem
           ,
           and
           the
           Readers
           esteem
           will
           be
           more
           pathetically
           moved
           by
           Transactions
           that
           are
           within
           the
           compass
           of
           Man's
           knowledge
           ,
           
           however
           enlarg'd
           by
           Poetical
           License
           ,
           then
           what
           he
           adjudgeth
           to
           be
           totally
           Fabulous
           ,
           being
           induc'd
           to
           accept
           ,
           on
           that
           account
           ,
           what
           could
           not
           without
           Intermixtures
           and
           supplements
           of
           the
           Muses
           be
           elevately
           convey'd
           .
        
         
           Nor
           did
           the
           most
           remarkable
           Poets
           otherwise
           deliver
           the
           essential
           part
           of
           Historical
           Verity
           ,
           then
           accompany'd
           with
           Notions
           whereby
           they
           rectify'd
           the
           will
           or
           practical
           conduct
           of
           the
           Mind
           ,
           by
           improving
           Moralities
           to
           the
           most
           usefull
           and
           exemplary
           Comprehension
           :
           By
           which
           gloss
           and
           varnish
           of
           Imagination
           story
           was
           acceptably
           render'd
           ,
           that
           otherwise
           had
           been
           restrained
           by
           too
           narrowly
           Circumscribing
           the
           sphere
           of
           Invention
           :
           and
           would
           be
           no
           less
           absurd
           then
           to
           expect
           a
           History
           instead
           of
           a
           Poem
           ,
           and
           if
           it
           be
           simply
           the
           first
           it
           cannot
           deserve
           the
           name
           of
           the
           latter
           .
        
         
           Besides
           ,
           it
           is
           very
           Notorious
           ,
           that
           few
           Historians
           compile
           all
           considerable
           deeds
           or
           events
           ,
           whose
           business
           is
           to
           observe
           Publique
           and
           General
           occurrences
           ,
           rather
           then
           the
           particular
           discovery
           of
           Personal
           concernments
           as
           they
           relate
           to
           Characters
           :
           Which
           ought
           to
           be
           the
           undertaking
           of
           the
           Poet
           who
           is
           Priviledg'd
           to
           suppose
           what
           he
           Judgeth
           should
           be
           emphatically
           declar'd
           if
           possibly
           Cohering
           or
           Assimilated
           to
           whatsoever
           might
           ,
           by
           way
           of
           resemblance
           ,
           in
           any
           respect
           ,
           be
           held
           Creditable
           ;
           so
           that
           any
           Poetical
           Assertion
           ,
           if
           thus
           Manag'd
           ,
           must
           have
           a
           Legitimate
           Pass
           port
           from
           the
           Authority
           of
           the
           writer
           ,
           and
           this
           may
           be
           Term'd
           
           the
           History
           of
           the
           Poet
           ,
           without
           which
           the
           vulgar
           or
           known
           cannot
           have
           to
           do
           with
           the
           Muses
           .
           Thus
           it
           appears
           that
           Narrations
           taken
           from
           the
           Trojan
           War
           did
           rather
           enlarge
           then
           confine
           the
           Pens
           of
           Homer
           and
           Virgil
           ,
           to
           which
           they
           not
           only
           added
           the
           Embelishment
           of
           their
           Fiction
           ,
           but
           Introduc'd
           what
           Characters
           they
           held
           proper
           to
           fill
           up
           and
           conspire
           with
           the
           Ornament
           and
           vigour
           of
           such
           as
           had
           their
           parts
           in
           the
           subject
           they
           treated
           .
        
         
           Neither
           would
           they
           limit
           their
           Inventions
           to
           the
           Ethical
           distributions
           of
           things
           ,
           as
           they
           Naturally
           result
           from
           humane
           Cogitation
           ,
           but
           occasionally
           advanc'd
           the
           intellect
           of
           the
           Reader
           to
           the
           most
           sublime
           apprehension
           of
           such
           speculations
           as
           entertain'd
           with
           delight
           and
           wonder
           the
           contemplative
           faculty
           ;
           and
           this
           they
           effected
           by
           grounding
           their
           Fictions
           on
           supernatural
           Causes
           and
           effects
           consonant
           to
           receiv'd
           Belief
           :
           Either
           as
           they
           represented
           Miracles
           and
           Spiritual
           appearances
           of
           good
           and
           bad
           Existencies
           ,
           as
           also
           extraordinary
           Prodigies
           ,
           Dreams
           ,
           Magical
           ▪
           Enchantments
           ,
           Witchcrafts
           ,
           and
           the
           like
           ;
           that
           by
           an
           admirable
           Allegory
           did
           concurr
           and
           agree
           with
           the
           deeds
           and
           descriptions
           of
           Men.
           
        
         
           And
           were
           this
           manner
           of
           Writing
           seperated
           from
           the
           most
           famous
           Poets
           their
           repure
           would
           fall
           to
           a
           far
           lower
           Orb
           of
           Esteem
           then
           the
           Monuments
           of
           their
           Ingenuity
           have
           deservedly
           Obtain'd
           ;
           which
           shews
           us
           that
           they
           well
           understood
           the
           value
           of
           this
           sort
           of
           Invention
           ,
           and
           
           how
           necessary
           it
           was
           to
           the
           Royalty
           of
           Parnassus
           .
        
         
           Another
           supercilious
           Mistake
           has
           been
           Improv'd
           by
           some
           from
           their
           affected
           supposition
           that
           a
           Heroick
           Poem
           cannot
           be
           produc'd
           ,
           Consonant
           to
           Christianity
           ,
           with
           that
           requisite
           Latitude
           that
           was
           us'd
           by
           Poets
           of
           Ethnick
           persuasion
           .
        
         
           To
           answer
           which
           conceit
           ,
           whosoever
           shall
           undertake
           to
           avow
           it
           ,
           there
           is
           nothing
           more
           evident
           then
           that
           all
           Necessary
           use
           and
           Comprehension
           of
           Metaphor
           and
           Allegory
           relating
           to
           supernatural
           power
           existencies
           and
           beings
           ,
           is
           as
           much
           ours
           as
           it
           was
           Assistant
           to
           the
           Ancients
           ,
           tho'
           redounding
           from
           their
           Largest
           Catalognes
           of
           Deities
           and
           Fictions
           .
        
         
           And
           this
           was
           well
           perceiv'd
           by
           the
           late
           Judicious
           and
           Learned
           French
           Critique
           Rapin
           in
           his
           admirable
           reflections
           on
           this
           sort
           of
           Poesy
           ,
           to
           whose
           exquisite
           observations
           ,
           not
           to
           insert
           any
           remarks
           of
           Mine
           ,
           I
           think
           fit
           to
           referr
           my
           Reader
           .
        
         
           In
           the
           mean
           time
           ,
           to
           come
           closer
           to
           my
           purpose
           by
           alledging
           such
           Authorities
           as
           have
           the
           most
           undoubted
           Modern
           reception
           :
           I
           need
           but
           mention
           the
           Great
           Tasso
           ,
           and
           our
           famous
           Spencer
           ,
           by
           whose
           Poems
           ,
           tho'
           the
           Productions
           of
           Latter
           Times
           ,
           and
           agreable
           to
           Evangelical
           persuasion
           ,
           it
           is
           very
           clear
           that
           neither
           as
           to
           Fiction
           or
           Allegory
           ,
           they
           wanted
           any
           Necessary
           Ingredients
           or
           supplements
           ,
           if
           compar'd
           with
           such
           Poets
           who
           had
           been
           precedent
           to
           Christian
           Belief
           .
           I
           shall
           not
           present
           my
           Reader
           with
           any
           Inspections
           into
           the
           Poem
           of
           Spencer
           ,
           it
           being
           upon
           the
           matter
           wholly
           Allegory
           ,
           and
           
           therefore
           not
           so
           proper
           to
           the
           Application
           I
           intend
           .
        
         
           But
           as
           for
           Tasso
           ,
           his
           Poem
           ,
           tho'
           appertaining
           to
           Christian
           Atchievements
           ,
           and
           a
           Modern
           Story
           perfectly
           known
           to
           Chronology
           as
           any
           extant
           ,
           is
           Intermix'd
           with
           as
           many
           Episods
           and
           speculative
           Allegories
           as
           he
           could
           with
           any
           conveniency
           find
           room
           for
           in
           his
           Godfrey
           of
           Bulloigne
           :
           Where
           in
           his
           handling
           of
           that
           History
           ,
           we
           find
           that
           his
           Muse
           is
           conversant
           with
           Good
           and
           Bad
           Angells
           ,
           Miraculous
           Shapes
           ,
           Predictions
           ,
           Dreams
           ,
           Fantoms
           ,
           Magical
           Dialogues
           ,
           Fascinations
           ,
           Flying
           in
           the
           Air
           ,
           Obscure
           conveyances
           of
           the
           persons
           of
           Men
           by
           Diabolical
           contrivement
           ,
           the
           stupendious
           opening
           of
           Trees
           ,
           that
           seem'd
           to
           disclose
           objects
           of
           wonderfull
           variety
           to
           entertain
           admiration
           by
           rendring
           of
           his
           Characters
           more
           superlatively
           observable
           ,
           all
           which
           are
           the
           main
           body
           and
           design
           of
           his
           Poem
           .
           Yet
           this
           was
           never
           made
           his
           Crime
           ,
           by
           what
           the
           most
           accurate
           Criticks
           have
           remark'd
           on
           him
           :
           perhaps
           they
           may
           have
           tax'd
           him
           for
           being
           excessive
           or
           tedious
           in
           ▪
           his
           Narrations
           and
           descriptions
           of
           this
           high
           Import
           ,
           but
           never
           charg'd
           on
           him
           to
           the
           diminution
           of
           his
           esteem
           ,
           or
           as
           an
           Illegitimate
           License
           ,
           unbeseeming
           a
           Poet.
           And
           this
           our
           famous
           
             Ben.
             Johnson
          
           .
           well
           understood
           ,
           whose
           mature
           Judgment
           gave
           as
           little
           room
           to
           extravagancies
           of
           the
           Brain
           as
           any
           that
           preceded
           him
           ,
           by
           his
           introducing
           
           Sylla's
           Ghost
           whereby
           to
           infuse
           on
           the
           wicked
           Genius
           of
           Cataline
           a
           more
           Hellish
           and
           Irresistable
           Temptation
           to
           perfect
           his
           Impious
           design
           ,
           which
           could
           
           not
           have
           been
           so
           execrably
           Insinuated
           by
           any
           other
           Method
           .
        
         
           An
           Example
           that
           enough
           assures
           us
           that
           he
           approv'd
           the
           Allegorical
           part
           of
           Invention
           ,
           and
           that
           it
           is
           as
           Legitimately
           ours
           ,
           as
           it
           could
           be
           claim'd
           by
           any
           of
           the
           Ancients
           ,
           when
           properly
           apply'd
           .
           I
           held
           it
           convenient
           to
           instance
           these
           particulars
           ,
           that
           the
           Reader
           may
           not
           wonder
           if
           I
           have
           in
           some
           passages
           and
           fictions
           follow'd
           the
           example
           of
           so
           great
           a
           Poet
           ,
           as
           well
           as
           others
           that
           famously
           preceded
           him
           in
           that
           manner
           of
           Contrivement
           .
        
         
           It
           has
           been
           erroniously
           suppos'd
           by
           not
           a
           few
           ,
           that
           are
           less
           knowing
           then
           Critical
           ,
           whereby
           they
           render
           in
           their
           Judgments
           an
           Epique
           Poem
           more
           difficult
           to
           be
           accomplish'd
           ,
           that
           whatsoever
           is
           supernaturall
           ,
           is
           therefore
           Incredible
           ;
           not
           considering
           ,
           that
           Fiction
           may
           imply
           an
           imaginary
           resemblance
           of
           truth
           ,
           in
           its
           remotest
           suppositions
           ,
           when
           ally'd
           to
           the
           Conceptions
           and
           Tenents
           of
           Men
           :
           And
           thus
           Medea
           might
           be
           granted
           as
           much
           a
           Sorcere●s
           as
           the
           Witch
           of
           Endor
           :
           And
           Niobe
           ,
           tho'
           but
           on
           the
           Credit
           of
           the
           Inventor
           ,
           Poetically
           held
           by
           the
           decree
           of
           Heaven
           ,
           Metamorphos'd
           into
           Marble
           ,
           no
           less
           really
           effected
           ,
           then
           the
           Transformation
           of
           Lot's
           Wife
           into
           a
           Pillar
           of
           Salt.
           
        
         
           The
           only
           Author
           ,
           I
           know
           of
           ,
           that
           has
           totally
           relinquish'd
           Allegory
           ,
           notwithstanding
           he
           gives
           his
           Poem
           of
           Gundibert
           a
           Heroick
           Title
           ,
           was
           the
           late
           Sr
           
             William
             Davenant
          
           ,
           a
           person
           of
           no
           ordinary
           Ingenuity
           ,
           however
           he
           thought
           sit
           to
           decline
           
           this
           manner
           of
           Writing
           ,
           either
           because
           he
           would
           be
           singular
           in
           his
           way
           ,
           or
           that
           he
           design'd
           to
           surpass
           others
           by
           producing
           of
           something
           that
           should
           be
           great
           ,
           without
           being
           of
           kin
           to
           the
           Grandeur
           of
           former
           Presidents
           :
           But
           instead
           of
           perfecting
           what
           he
           intended
           ,
           the
           deficiency
           of
           his
           structure
           was
           soon
           perceiv'd
           by
           the
           judicious
           .
        
         
           And
           this
           appears
           ,
           because
           that
           work
           of
           his
           is
           wholly
           diffus'd
           into
           sententious
           Moralities
           and
           Actions
           that
           have
           too
           constant
           a
           Tendency
           to
           the
           same
           Levell
           of
           thought
           ,
           instead
           of
           a
           requisite
           Intermixture
           and
           Elevation
           of
           the
           Mind
           by
           entertaining
           of
           the
           spiritual
           or
           contemplative
           faculty
           .
        
         
           I
           am
           far
           from
           making
           this
           Inference
           with
           any
           Intention
           to
           attract
           Applause
           to
           my self
           ,
           or
           to
           lessen
           the
           fame
           of
           that
           Author
           ,
           since
           as
           his
           Poem
           stands
           compos'd
           it
           has
           my
           value
           :
           And
           I
           well
           know
           ,
           notwithstanding
           the
           derogations
           and
           severities
           of
           some
           ,
           that
           it
           contains
           many
           exquisite
           and
           remote
           expressions
           ,
           insomuch
           that
           I
           admire
           that
           his
           undertaking
           appears
           so
           well
           perform'd
           as
           I
           find
           it
           ,
           however
           destitute
           of
           that
           refining
           of
           speculations
           and
           characters
           which
           has
           been
           the
           judicious
           and
           superlative
           Management
           of
           all
           that
           preceded
           him
           .
        
         
           That
           the
           Introducing
           of
           Heroins
           was
           allways
           held
           an
           ornament
           to
           Heroique
           Poesy
           ,
           is
           evident
           from
           the
           Constant
           usage
           and
           authority
           of
           the
           most
           Considerable
           Pens
           :
           And
           their
           reason
           I
           conceive
           was
           to
           Impress
           a
           Transcendent
           value
           on
           the
           splendors
           of
           Beauty
           when
           accompany'd
           
           with
           Grandeur
           of
           mind
           ,
           and
           thereby
           more
           suitable
           to
           the
           devoirs
           of
           their
           Masculine
           Admirers
           :
           which
           Celebrated
           instances
           are
           very
           frequently
           read
           in
           Poets
           of
           most
           repute
           ,
           as
           is
           understood
           by
           every
           eye
           that
           is
           acquainted
           with
           their
           productions
           .
           And
           tho'
           the
           Examples
           are
           peculiar
           to
           some
           extraordinary
           Figures
           of
           Female
           greatness
           ,
           yet
           not
           dissentaneous
           to
           what
           has
           been
           verify'd
           from
           authentique
           Records
           ,
           in
           which
           we
           may
           find
           not
           only
           the
           daring
           exploits
           of
           a
           
             Joan
             of
             Orleans
          
           ,
           but
           the
           prowess
           of
           Queens
           ;
           witness
           that
           Gallant
           Katherine
           ,
           Wife
           to
           our
           King
           
             Henry
             the
             Sixth
          
           ;
           besides
           many
           of
           every
           degree
           that
           for
           Martial
           renown
           are
           formerly
           register'd
           .
        
         
           This
           I
           judge
           may
           sufficiently
           Apologize
           for
           what
           is
           related
           ,
           or
           Character'd
           by
           m●…
           especially
           in
           that
           of
           Flavira
           ,
           by
           whose
           Heroine
           Description
           I
           would
           be
           understood
           to
           Include
           the
           Magnamities
           of
           other
           Noble
           &
           Generous
           personages
           that
           might
           otherwise
           deserve
           their
           particular
           mention
           .
        
         
           And
           he
           that
           has
           Inform'd
           himself
           of
           the
           Couragious
           Actions
           of
           some
           conspicuous
           of
           that
           Sex
           ,
           besides
           others
           of
           lower
           Stations
           ,
           relating
           to
           the
           unfortunate
           War
           I
           write
           of
           ,
           will
           soon
           grant
           that
           their
           resemblance
           may
           claim
           a
           signal
           room
           in
           this
           Poem
           .
        
         
           The
           next
           thing
           that
           I
           am
           oblig'd
           to
           be
           accomptable
           for
           ,
           is
           the
           Liberty
           I
           have
           us'd
           by
           representing
           of
           Persons
           by
           such
           Nominations
           and
           descriptions
           as
           are
           not
           deriv'd
           from
           Historical
           certainty
           :
           And
           this
           method
           I
           take
           to
           be
           allowable
           
           by
           the
           practice
           of
           all
           that
           have
           Merited
           the
           Esteem
           of
           Epique
           Writers
           .
        
         
           As
           for
           Proper
           Names
           ,
           it
           must
           be
           Granted
           ,
           if
           but
           for
           the
           advantage
           that
           is
           in
           the
           sound
           of
           words
           as
           they
           ought
           to
           run
           in
           Verse
           ;
           that
           our
           English
           Tongue
           does
           not
           usually
           furnish
           us
           with
           such
           names
           as
           are
           proper
           for
           Poetry
           ,
           as
           we
           may
           observe
           from
           every
           ordinary
           Argument
           and
           Dialogue
           ,
           that
           has
           to
           do
           with
           the
           Muses
           ,
           in
           which
           Authors
           Insert
           or
           Borrow
           such
           denominations
           of
           persons
           as
           are
           most
           suitable
           to
           their
           purpose
           ,
           and
           none
           I
           believe
           can
           with
           any
           colour
           except
           against
           the
           same
           Liberty
           I
           have
           used
           here
           .
        
         
           If
           we
           consider
           occurrences
           of
           whatsoever
           Magnitude
           ,
           as
           they
           result
           from
           story
           ,
           they
           cannot
           have
           Latitude
           enough
           ,
           as
           they
           relate
           to
           things
           and
           persons
           ,
           to
           embody
           or
           Capacitate
           a
           Poem
           of
           this
           Quality
           :
           In
           respect
           that
           no
           Truth
           can
           of
           it self
           compleat
           a
           Poetical
           Character
           ,
           which
           would
           on
           those
           Terms
           ,
           in
           its
           utmost
           extent
           tend
           to
           no
           more
           then
           the
           known
           sense
           and
           concernment
           of
           persons
           ,
           whereby
           the
           due
           Consummating
           of
           their
           figures
           would
           be
           Impair'd
           ,
           and
           which
           can
           be
           no
           way
           perfected
           but
           by
           the
           Artifice
           of
           Feigning
           in
           their
           behalf
           to
           render
           them
           more
           exact
           and
           compleat
           in
           themselves
           .
           A
           License
           undoubtedly
           conceded
           by
           all
           approv'd
           Criticks
           ,
           in
           respect
           that
           Persons
           are
           deliver'd
           by
           that
           means
           rather
           as
           they
           ought
           to
           be
           represented
           then
           as
           they
           are
           found
           ,
           or
           deduc'd
           from
           Historical
           Narrations
           :
           By
           which
           method
           the
           worthily
           Virtuous
           are
           advanc'd
           to
           a
           higher
           excellency
           ,
           and
           the
           
           depravations
           of
           others
           deliver'd
           more
           perfectly
           Evill
           .
        
         
           There
           is
           yet
           a
           farther
           advantage
           that
           redounds
           from
           this
           Liberty
           of
           personating
           of
           Characters
           ,
           in
           regard
           that
           by
           the
           aptitude
           of
           one
           person
           ,
           either
           in
           reference
           to
           Science
           ,
           conspicuous
           deeds
           ,
           Passions
           ,
           or
           affections
           of
           the
           Mind
           ,
           divers
           may
           be
           signify'd
           ,
           or
           in
           a
           general
           Sense
           describ'd
           as
           to
           whatsoever
           Emergencies
           are
           to
           be
           understood
           that
           proceed
           from
           the
           facts
           or
           disposition
           of
           humane
           conduct
           .
        
         
           And
           this
           requisite
           is
           pertinent
           of
           Poesy
           grounded
           on
           History
           ,
           since
           without
           that
           additional
           supplement
           the
           most
           Renowned
           Personages
           would
           appear
           too
           solitary
           figur'd
           on
           the
           Poetick
           account
           :
           Or
           like
           an
           Imperial
           Palace
           ,
           that
           should
           Consist
           only
           of
           an
           outward
           shell
           instead
           of
           Variety
           of
           Apartments
           ,
           Furniture
           ,
           and
           Attendants
           ,
           to
           Illustrate
           its
           Fabrick
           .
        
         
           Nor
           is
           it
           a
           tollerable
           objection
           ,
           if
           any
           shall
           undertake
           to
           avow
           it
           ,
           that
           because
           this
           Poem
           does
           contain
           Transactions
           that
           arose
           within
           the
           Compass
           of
           the
           Age
           we
           Live
           in
           ,
           it
           should
           therefore
           be
           deny'd
           the
           Perquisites
           of
           the
           Muses
           that
           were
           the
           former
           ornaments
           and
           advantages
           of
           Writers
           ;
           in
           respect
           that
           so
           much
           as
           they
           us'd
           of
           Historical
           Verity
           is
           as
           fully
           discernable
           in
           them
           ,
           from
           what
           they
           Poetically
           annexed
           ,
           as
           in
           any
           Invention
           I
           have
           Inserted
           :
           And
           there
           is
           no
           Eldership
           in
           Wit
           that
           can
           of
           right
           Challenge
           more
           freedom
           ,
           in
           order
           to
           Legitimate
           Fable
           ,
           then
           is
           to
           be
           conceded
           to
           Modern
           Ingenuity
           .
        
         
         
           On
           our
           English
           Theatre
           't
           is
           sufficiently
           acceptable
           if
           the
           ●cene
           be
           laid
           at
           home
           ,
           tho'
           the
           nomination
           and
           facts
           of
           Characters
           be
           devis'd
           either
           as
           they
           resemble
           or
           enlarge
           some
           known
           Truth
           :
           And
           I
           assure
           my self
           there
           is
           no
           Man
           but
           will
           grant
           as
           full
           a
           latitude
           ,
           if
           not
           a
           greater
           ,
           in
           some
           sense
           ,
           to
           a
           Poem
           of
           this
           contexture
           then
           he
           would
           allow
           to
           any
           Dramatick
           Composition
           .
           But
           I
           have
           said
           enough
           ,
           as
           to
           the
           substance
           of
           what
           I
           have
           here
           produc'd
           ,
           to
           all
           Candid
           apprehensions
           ,
           or
           such
           as
           are
           not
           resolv'd
           to
           be
           perverse
           or
           Ignorant
           opposers
           .
        
         
           And
           I
           dare
           thus
           far
           aver
           in
           behalf
           of
           my
           Subject
           ,
           that
           no
           Rebellious
           ,
           &
           Tragical
           dissentions
           ,
           were
           ever
           carried
           on
           with
           more
           Hypocritical
           pretensions
           ,
           Subtle
           and
           Treacherous
           Intrigues
           ;
           or
           contrarily
           more
           famously
           replenish'd
           with
           Personal
           Gallantries
           ,
           or
           the
           most
           touching
           and
           Noble
           Concerns
           of
           Duty
           and
           Passion
           ,
           relating
           to
           Heroicks
           of
           both
           Sexes
           ,
           then
           what
           was
           occasion'd
           by
           that
           wicked
           and
           unparallel'd
           War.
           
        
         
           And
           above
           all
           for
           the
           Eminent
           display
           of
           the
           surpassing
           Character
           of
           a
           Monarch
           ,
           more
           excellent
           then
           fortunate
           ,
           as
           I
           have
           endeavour'd
           to
           Manifest
           it
           as
           highly
           as
           my
           Ability
           extends
           ,
           and
           I
           wish
           it
           could
           deservedly
           Erect
           his
           Monument
           of
           Fame
           and
           Glory
           .
        
         
           
           
             Postscript
             .
          
           
             
               HAving
               touch'd
               in
               general
               the
               construction
               of
               a
               Poem
               of
               this
               Nature
               ,
               I
               thought
               fit
               to
               annex
               to
               my
               Preface
               some
               brief
               remarks
               that
               more
               particularly
               relate
               to
               the
               method
               I
               have
               us'd
               ,
               and
               what
               the
               Critical
               Reader
               might
               Expect
               for
               his
               Satisfaction
               .
            
          
           
             
               As
               to
               my
               Verse
               ,
               I
               have
               avoided
               Stanza's
               ;
               and
               my
               reason
               is
               ,
               because
               I
               conceive
               them
               not
               so
               proper
               ,
               as
               the
               freedom
               of
               Heroick
               Measures
               for
               a
               Poem
               of
               this
               Structure
               ;
               and
               this
               choice
               of
               mine
               is
               not
               only
               suitable
               to
               the
               manner
               of
            
             Virgil
             
               and
               other
               Ancient
               Poets
               ,
               but
               agreeable
               to
               the
               most
               approv'd
               sense
               of
               Modern
               Criticism
               :
               I
               need
               not
               but
               instance
               the
               Judicious
            
             Rapin
             ,
             
               who
               assures
               us
               that
               the
               Compiling
               of
            
             Stanza's
             
               was
               the
               mistake
               of
               some
               late
               Italian
               Poets
               ,
               who
               first
               introduc'd
               them
               into
               their
               Heroick
               Poems
               ,
               and
               that
               they
               weaken
               the
               beauty
               and
               flame
               of
               Verse
               in
               the
               length
               of
               their
               periods
               ,
               on
               which
               ,
               for
               the
               most
               part
               ,
               the
               main
               substance
               of
               their
               sense
               does
               depend
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               here
               I
               cannot
               but
               acqaint
               my
               Reader
               ,
               that
               I
               took
               care
               that
               this
               work
               ,
               as
               it
               is
               of
               great
               Signification
               and
               Import
               ,
               should
               be
               advantag'd
               by
               the
               Inspection
               of
               some
               few
               Persons
               ,
               which
               caus'd
               me
               not
               only
               to
               correct
               but
               to
               add
               some
               hundreds
               of
               Lines
               ;
               by
               which
               means
               I
               did
               ,
               as
               much
               as
               in
               me
               lay
               ,
            
             Ultimam
             Manum
             Imponere
             .
          
           
           
             
               As
               for
               the
               Moral
               of
               my
               Poem
               ,
               the
               Soul
               of
               a
               work
               of
               this
               Consistency
               ,
               it
               is
               Chiefly
               terminated
               in
               the
               exemplary
               greatness
               and
               virtues
               of
               the
               Royal
               Person
               I
               have
               endeavour'd
               to
               delineate
               ;
               whereby
               the
               unity
               of
               Action
               and
               other
               Accessories
               ,
               that
               ought
               to
               be
               Incident
               to
               such
               a
               Composition
               ,
               are
               properly
               ,
               I
               conceive
               ,
               observed
               :
               Yet
               with
               that
               Regard
               to
               History
               that
               the
               most
               Considerable
               Battels
               and
               facts
               of
               War
               are
               either
               related
               ,
               or
               instead
               of
               room
               for
               all
               their
               particular
               ,
               which
               had
               been
               more
               cumbersom
               to
               read
               then
               necessary
               to
               be
               Inserted
               in
               a
               Poem
               ,
               Collaterally
               included
               by
               some
               pertinent
               and
               general
               mention
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               whosoever
               shall
               duly
               Consider
               what
               is
               here
               deliver'd
               ,
               as
               it
               referrs
               to
               deplorable
               truth
               :
               will
               judge
               it
               rather
               a
               Divine
               then
               a
               Poetical
               Summons
               ,
               to
               detest
               those
               Execrable
               deeds
               ,
               Prophanations
               ,
               and
               Hypocrisies
               ,
               that
               tended
               to
               the
               Subversion
               of
               Holy
               Religion
               ,
               together
               with
               all
               Moral
               Obligations
               of
               highest
               Import
               ,
               as
               they
               were
               at
               once
               the
               Unparallel'd
               Misfortune
               ,
               and
               deformity
               of
               Three
               Famous
               Nations
               .
            
          
        
      
       
         
         
           To
           the
           Worthy
           Author
           of
           Caroloiades
           ,
           &c.
           
        
         
           
             LOng
             I
             expected
             that
             
               First
               Charles
            
             should
             Live
          
           
             In
             such
             a
             Poem
             as
             the
             World
             you
             give
             .
          
           
             His
             Character
             so
             highly
             did
             Excell
             ,
          
           
             That
             I
             admire
             to
             find
             it
             Writ
             so
             well
             .
          
           
             No
             Royal
             worth
             did
             e're
             in
             King
             appear
          
           
             But
             was
             in
             him
             ,
             and
             such
             I
             reade
             him
             here
             .
          
           
             And
             as
             his
             Sacred
             Virtues
             you
             rehearse
             ,
          
           
             I
             fully
             grant
             'em
             Canoniz'd
             in
             Verse
             .
          
           
             His
             Famous
             Queen
             ,
             by
             you
             describ'd
             ,
             I
             find
          
           
             Like
             her self
             Beauteous
             both
             in
             form
             and
             Mind
             :
          
           
             Vandiks
             best
             Art
             could
             neither
             of
             'em
             show
             ,
          
           
             So
             far
             his
             Pencill
             does
             give
             place
             to
             you
             .
          
           
             Smooth
             and
             succinctly
             great
             still
             run
             your
             Lines
             ,
          
           
             A
             Genius
             in
             which
             Wit
             and
             Nature
             shines
             .
          
           
             Tho'
             hard
             an
             Epique
             Poem
             't
             is
             to
             Write
             ,
          
           
             That
             can
             with
             that
             just
             Temper
             raise
             its
             height
             ,
          
           
             Our
             Brittish
             Heroes
             ,
             tho'
             to
             story
             known
             ,
          
           
             Have
             no
             Record
             like
             yours
             of
             their
             Renown
             .
          
           
             Thus
             Lucas
             and
             brave
             Lyle
             to
             Fame
             are
             read
             ,
          
           
             Best
             as
             you
             Write
             their
             deeds
             and
             what
             they
             said
             :
          
           
           
             Whether
             as
             Heroes
             or
             as
             Lovers
             they
             ,
          
           
             By
             Noblest
             Passions
             are
             express'd
             your
             way
             .
          
           
             The
             Rebell
             Patrons
             ,
             and
             their
             dark
             designs
             ,
          
           
             Are
             found
             by
             your
             Clear
             Lamp
             that
             flames
             in
             Lines
             :
          
           
             Stories
             their
             Actions
             but
             in
             parcells
             show
             ,
          
           
             Whilst
             their
             Black
             Souls
             I
             fully
             see
             from
             you
             .
          
           
             And
             doubtless
             it
             approves
             your
             Muses
             skill
             ,
          
           
             That
             could
             describe
             their
             excellence
             in
             Ill.
          
           
             Prodigious
             Noll
             ,
             whose
             rise
             and
             wondrous
             height
             ,
          
           
             I
             thought
             too
             big
             for
             the
             whole
             Nine
             to
             Write
             ,
          
           
             Does
             from
             your
             Muses
             Grandeur
             so
             appear
             ,
          
           
             As
             he
             's
             ,
             full
             siz'd
             ,
             a
             mighty
             Villain
             there
             .
          
           
             Usefully
             great
             your
             Poem
             is
             design'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             Allegory
             unto
             Actions
             joyn'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             sure
             none
             will
             of
             such
             a
             Muse
             complain
          
           
             As
             to
             Embellish
             Truth
             can
             duly
             ●eign
             .
          
           
             And
             who
             would
             not
             that
             Artifice
             allow
             ,
          
           
             Forfeits
             his
             Judgment
             justly
             unto
             you
             :
          
           
             But
             what
             need
             I
             prompt
             Men
             to
             do
             you
             right
             ,
          
           
             When
             your
             Performance
             value
             does
             Invite
             .
          
           
             
               J.
               S.
               
            
          
        
      
       
         
         
           To
           the
           Author
           On
           his
           Poem
           of
           Caroloiades
           .
        
         
           
             WHen
             I
             a
             Painted
             story
             do
             behold
          
           
             Strongly
             design'd
             ,
             and
             figur'd
             smoothly
             bold
             :
          
           
             I
             judge
             it
             wrought
             by
             some
             prov'd
             ancient
             Hand
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             Skill
             could
             Life
             and
             nature
             best
             Command
             .
          
           
             But
             as
             your
             Muses
             Pencill
             well
             I
             view
             ,
          
           
             It
             renders
             equall'd
             Ancient
             Wit
             by
             New
             ,
          
           
             Our
             Stories
             figures
             so
             in
             yours
             are
             shown
             ,
          
           
             That
             in
             their
             likeness
             truth
             more
             pleas'd
             I
             own
             .
          
           
             If
             some
             by
             travell
             distant
             parts
             have
             seen
             ,
          
           
             And
             what
             their
             greatness
             now
             and
             past
             has
             been
             ;
          
           
             Yet
             never
             there
             ,
             like
             yours
             ,
             could
             poem
             Read
             ,
          
           
             Written
             so
             well
             of
             men
             alive
             and
             dead
             .
          
           
           
             With
             how
             much
             joy
             will
             Living
             Heroes
             see
          
           
             Their
             deeds
             recorded
             thus
             of
             Gallantry
             :
          
           
             And
             what
             their
             Youthfull
             toyls
             in
             Bettells
             were
             ,
          
           
             Or
             Wouuds
             by
             prowess
             felt
             in
             that
             times
             War.
          
           
             Nor
             less
             the
             lineage
             of
             great
             Captains
             dead
          
           
             Will
             be
             oblig'd
             as
             their
             fames
             by
             you
             spread
             .
          
           
             Thus
             does
             your
             Pen
             Old
             Loyalty
             renew
             ,
          
           
             And
             from
             its
             patern
             fortifies
             the
             new
             .
          
           
             
               G.
               M.
               
            
          
        
      
       
         
         
           To
           the
           Author
           of
           Caroloiades
           .
        
         
           
             THo'
             I
             no
             Muse
             pretend
             to
             ,
             as
             do
             some
          
           
             That
             to
             give
             Pass-ports
             unto
             Wit
             presume
             :
          
           
             And
             judge
             if
             their
             Muse
             does
             the
             Author
             stroke
             ,
          
           
             The
             favour
             ,
             on
             the
             World
             ,
             must
             pass
             his
             Book
             ,
          
           
             I
             'le
             leave
             that
             part
             to
             such
             as
             can
             bestow
          
           
             On
             under-graduate
             Wit
             probation
             so
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             your
             works
             value
             best
             it self
             Commends
             ,
          
           
             As
             to
             Pernassus
             top
             its
             flame
             asconds
             .
          
           
             Morally
             great
             ,
             Philosophick
             ,
             and
             Divine
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             nothing
             te●ious
             in
             your
             Grand
             design
             .
          
           
             Throughout
             your
             Lines
             emphatical
             I
             see
          
           
             The
             Genius
             of
             Heroick
             Poesy
             ;
          
           
             A
             Skill
             I
             sometimes
             thought
             above
             the
             Height
          
           
             Of
             English
             Tongue
             ,
             or
             Poet
             best
             could
             Write
             .
          
           
             Fully
             I
             wish
             ,
             to
             heighten
             Christian
             fame
             ,
          
           
             That
             Brave
             Lorrain
             ,
             and
             Great
             Bavarias
             name
          
           
           
             Could
             find
             a
             Muse
             that
             might
             their
             Actions
             tell
          
           
             High
             ,
             as
             your
             English
             Heroes
             do
             excell
             .
          
           
             That
             worth
             is
             yet
             remaining
             for
             your
             glory
          
           
             When
             your
             Pen
             will
             add
             Grandeur
             to
             their
             story
             .
          
           
             The
             Macedonian
             Victor
             ,
             who
             for
             praise
          
           
             Envy'd
             the
             Muse
             Achilles
             deeds
             did
             raise
             ,
          
           
             Unless
             that
             such
             a
             Homer
             ,
             his
             might
             sing
             ,
          
           
             From
             whose
             Immortal
             Verse
             did
             t'others
             spring
             .
          
           
             Surpassing
             either
             ,
             to
             the
             World
             convey'd
             ,
          
           
             I
             read
             
               First
               Charles
            
             ,
             whose
             fames
             by
             you
             display'd
             .
          
           
             Thus
             brighter
             oft
             ,
             in
             the
             Caelestial
             sphere
             ,
          
           
             The
             Setting
             Sun
             then
             Rising
             does
             appear
             .
          
           
             Great
             M●ro
             ,
             to
             compleat
             his
             
               Troj●n
               ▪
            
             Prince
             ,
          
           
             From
             Heavenly
             race
             derives
             his
             excellence
             ;
          
           
             But
             had
             he
             this
             Kings
             attributes
             renown'd
             ,
          
           
             His
             Virtue
             above
             Demy-god
             he'ad
             found
             .
          
           
             Thus
             far
             has
             C●rolo●●des
             out
             done
          
           
             Aeneidos
             ,
             the
             Theam
             ▪
             which
             Virgil
             sung
             .
          
           
             
               T.
               C.
               
            
          
        
      
       
         
         
           To
           his
           Worthy
           Friend
           Author
           of
           Caroloiades
           .
        
         
           
             SIR
             ,
          
        
         
           
             YOu
             having
             been
             pleased
             to
             afford
             me
             the
             perusal
             of
             your
             Poem
             ,
             aptly
             stiled
          
           Caroloiades
           ,
           
             when
             it
             was
             in
             its
             first
             rude
             ,
             and
             rough
             draught
             ,
             and
             before
             it
             was
             better
             shaped
             and
             corrected
             by
             you
             ,
             I
             did
             freely
             give
             my
             sence
             and
             opinion
             on
             many
             passages
             ,
             and
             you
             seldom
             differed
             from
             my
             sentiments
             therein
             .
             For
             tho'
             I
             am
             no
             great
             Judge
             of
             Poesy
             (
             as
             you
             may
             see
             by
             my
             writing
             to
             you
             in
             Prose
             )
             yet
             I
             am
             an
             Admirer
             of
             those
             refined
             Wits
             ,
             who
             by
             the
             sweet
             harmony
             of
             Verse
             have
             conserved
             the
             History
             of
             those
             Ancient
             Wars
             ,
             which
             might
             have
             been
             lost
             had
             they
             been
             wrote
             in
             Prose
             ;
             and
             the
             Iliads
             of
          
           Homer
           ,
           
             and
             other
             Antique
             Writings
             might
             have
             ran
             the
             same
             fate
             of
             time
             ,
             with
             many
             other
             excellent
             Histories
             ,
             which
             perhaps
             
             perished
             ,
             because
             they
             wanted
             the
             spirit
             and
             soul
             of
             Poetry
             to
             conserve
             them
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             subject
             ,
             Sir
             ,
             on
             which
             you
             have
             chosen
             to
             Write
             ,
             is
             worthy
             of
             an
             Heroick
             Poem
             ;
             Our
             Wars
             more
             then
             Civil
             ,
             with
             the
             ultimate
             Tragedy
             thereof
             ,
             is
             such
             a
             period
             as
             is
             sufficient
             to
             silence
             all
             the
             Muses
             ,
             and
             cause
             them
             abruptly
             to
             break
             off
             in
             sighs
             and
             lamentations
             .
             I
             know
             not
             how
             it
             comes
             to
             pass
             ,
             that
             for
             these
             Forty
             Years
             ,
             since
             which
             these
             Wars
             have
             been
             ended
             ,
             that
             none
             of
             the
             Elevated
             Wits
             of
             our
             Age
             have
             taken
             upon
             them
             to
             describe
             these
             mighty
             Actions
             in
             Heroick
             Verse
             ,
             untill
             you
             happily
             took
             up
             this
             subject
             so
             worthy
             of
             your
             Pen
             ,
             which
             I
             wish
             may
             delight
             as
             well
             as
             inform
             the
             World
             ;
             and
             that
             when
             Histories
             fail
             ,
             and
             are
             exstinguish'd
             by
             time
             ,
             your
             Poem
             may
             survive
             and
             give
             knowledge
             of
             what
             we
             have
             seen
             to
             future
             Ages
             .
          
        
         
           
             I
             am
             ,
             Your
             very
             humble
             Servant
             ,
             Paul
             Rycaut
             ,
          
        
      
    
     
       
         
         
           CAROLOIADES
           ,
           OR
           ,
           The
           Rebellion
           of
           England
           .
           Begun
           in
           the
           Year
           ,
           1641.
           
           A
           HEROICK
           Poem
           .
        
         
           
             The
             Argument
             of
             the
             First
             Book
             .
          
           
             
               Unhappy
               War
               begun
               in
               Forty
               One
               ,
            
             
               The
               Causes
               Mischiefs
               ,
               here
               the
               Poets
               Song
            
             
               Briefly
               relates
               :
               The
               Houses
               from
               their
               King
            
             
               Highly
               divide
               ,
               whence
               discords
               soon
               increase
               ,
            
             
               Nourish'd
               by
               Pasquills
               ,
               Libells
               ,
               Threats
               ,
               Demands
               .
            
             
               Nor
               Royal
               Acts
               of
               Grace
               suffice
               to
               calm
            
             
               All
               daring
               Vulgar
               rage
               :
               The
               Queen
               departs
               ,
            
             
               And
               Heroine-like
               undaunted
               Seas
               does
               pass
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             THE
             Wars
             and
             period
             of
             a
             Mighty
             King
             ,
          
           
             Which
             did
             from
             furious
             Crimes
             of
             Subjects
             spring
             :
          
           
             My
             Muse
             presumes
             here
             to
             describe
             by
             Verse
             ,
          
           
             And
             Hero's
             deeds
             of
             Brave
             Renown
             rehearse
             .
          
           
           
             Whos
             's
             English
             Valours
             ,
             on
             account
             of
             Fame
             ,
          
           
             Are
             no
             less
             blaz'd
             then
             Greek
             or
             Roman
             Name
             .
          
           
             Their
             Grandeur
             weigh'd
             ,
             and
             such
             admir'd
             Designs
             ,
          
           
             As
             give
             high
             Theams
             unto
             Heroick
             Lines
             :
          
           
             Had
             Homer
             them
             ,
             or
             Mighty
             Maros's
             wit
             ,
          
           
             Unto
             Times
             Future
             admiration
             writ
             ;
          
           
             With
             every
             Fiction
             ,
             as
             should
             intervene
             ,
          
           
             For
             silling
             Glory
             to
             each
             weighty
             Scene
             .
          
           
             And
             had
             their
             Genius
             ,
             like
             some
             Sacred
             Merit
             ,
          
           
             Left
             with
             Pernassus
             Legacies
             of
             Spirit
          
           
             To
             be
             Implor'd
             from
             thence
             ,
             I
             well
             might
             now
          
           
             That
             Supplication
             to
             my
             Soul
             allow
             :
          
           
             As
             wondrous
             Actions
             here
             my
             Verse
             relates
             ,
          
           
             And
             things
             Prodigious
             form'd
             'gainst
             high
             Estates
             .
          
           
             No
             Civil
             War
             did
             e're
             so
             Impious
             sway
             ,
          
           
             When
             Subjects
             durst
             their
             Sovereigns
             least
             obey
             .
          
           
             And
             tho'
             thy
             Reign
             First
             Charles
             sills
             no
             Record
          
           
             With
             spoils
             of
             Nations
             ,
             or
             a
             Lawless
             Sword
             :
          
           
             The
             bad
             example
             of
             most
             Neighbour
             Kings
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             stern
             Ambition
             unjust
             ruine
             brings
             :
          
           
           
             Yet
             in
             the
             even
             Conduct
             of
             thy
             Mind
          
           
             Was
             Grandeur
             above
             Scepter
             unconsin'd
             .
          
           
             Not
             more
             dismay'd
             when
             unthought
             Storms
             appear'd
             ,
          
           
             Then
             in
             best
             Calms
             whose
             change
             was
             causless
             fear'd
             .
          
           
             And
             to
             Celestial
             Councels
             only
             known
             ,
          
           
             Why
             he
             ,
             whose
             Virtue
             did
             adorn
             his
             Throne
             ,
          
           
             Should
             so
             accomplish'd
             not
             successfull
             be
          
           
             Against
             the
             Wicked
             when
             his
             Enemy
             .
          
           
             Vile
             in
             their
             rise
             ,
             and
             in
             that
             more
             Accurst
          
           
             Because
             proceeding
             from
             Peace
             loathed
             first
          
           
             By
             Graceless
             hearts
             ,
             which
             were
             too
             proudly
             bred
             ,
          
           
             And
             from
             their
             Peace
             and
             Riches
             Ranc'rous
             fed
             .
          
           
             Whence
             Faction's
             Itch
             did
             more
             envenom'd
             sprout
             ,
          
           
             Contagion
             spreading
             through
             the
             Vulgar
             Rout.
          
           
             And
             like
             quick
             Plagues
             ,
             when
             mingling
             with
             their
             breath
             ,
          
           
             The
             Crowd
             Infected
             e're
             they
             fear'd
             their
             death
             .
          
           
             With
             these
             high
             Evils
             poysonous
             Libels
             joyn'd
             ;
          
           
             Fame's
             Vulgar
             Magick
             ,
             aptly
             then
             design'd
          
           
             By
             men
             whose
             Subtleties
             could
             full
             delude
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             their
             ends
             engage
             the
             thoughtless
             Crowd
             .
          
           
           
             And
             next
             ,
             themselves
             did
             wholsome
             Patriots
             blaze
             ,
          
           
             More
             to
             allure
             the
             Vulgar's
             Giddy
             praise
             .
          
           
             Divulging
             faults
             where
             none
             Just
             fault
             could
             find
             ,
          
           
             Or
             call
             that
             Crime
             which
             they
             for
             Crime
             design'd
             .
          
           
             Nor
             less
             Supine
             'gainst
             Church
             then
             State
             durst
             rail
             ,
          
           
             Whilst
             Scots
             help'd
             England
             with
             their
             Pious
             Tale
             :
          
           
             Or
             Covenant
             form'd
             that
             speciously
             might
             bring
          
           
             Both
             Nations
             to
             Oppose
             their
             Laws
             and
             King.
          
           
             How
             did
             their
             knotty
             evils
             then
             awake
             ,
          
           
             The
             Just
             Repose
             our
             Monarch's
             Rule
             did
             take
             ?
          
           
             Abroad
             he
             saw
             Peace
             bless'd
             him
             every
             where
             ,
          
           
             No
             Less
             Made
             Forraign
             Wonder
             then
             their
             Fear
             :
          
           
             Nor
             more
             ,
             at
             Home
             ,
             did
             Troubles
             apprehend
             ,
          
           
             Who
             thought
             ,
             his
             Good
             might
             others
             Evil
             mend
             .
          
           
             Whence
             Heavens
             permissive
             Will
             did
             him
             allow
          
           
             Much
             ready
             Justice
             with
             a
             Sword
             too
             slow
             .
          
           
             A
             Merit
             that
             on
             bad
             Men
             little
             gains
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             fear
             ,
             not
             love
             ,
             their
             duty
             most
             retains
             .
          
           
             Now
             Pop'lar
             fury
             ,
             with
             it
             hop'd
             for
             Swinge
             ,
          
           
             Had
             set
             Commotion
             on
             the
             smoothest
             Hinge
             .
          
           
           
             When
             Low'd
             desires
             brought
             Parliament
             Estates
             ,
          
           
             To
             colour
             more
             three
             Kingdom
             's
             wretched
             Fates
             :
          
           
             In
             hope
             the
             Scepter
             without
             blow
             might
             fall
             ,
          
           
             Or
             shar'd
             by
             Lords
             and
             Commons
             at
             their
             Call.
          
           
             No
             Negative
             Will
             their
             Sovereign
             they
             'd
             admit
             ,
          
           
             All
             they
             would
             Act
             ,
             nay
             kill
             as
             they
             thought
             sit
             .
          
           
             Thy
             bloud
             Great
             Strafford
             foremost
             must
             be
             Spilt
             ,
          
           
             His
             Head
             their
             fear
             ,
             and
             death
             no
             loss
             their
             Guilt
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             Poz'd
             the
             Senats
             Artisice
             to
             Maintain
             ,
          
           
             That
             Law
             did
             Treason
             in
             his
             Case
             Explain
             .
          
           
             Whose
             fall
             his
             Princes
             Cares
             did
             much
             Augment
             ,
          
           
             Who
             griev'd
             ,
             yet
             grieving
             gave
             his
             wrong'd
             Consent
             .
          
           
             Flatter'd
             with
             hopes
             of
             future
             good
             from
             Men
          
           
             That
             were
             bad
             first
             but
             to
             be
             worse
             agen
             :
          
           
             And
             shows
             to
             Kings
             how
             dangerous
             they
             Comply
             ,
          
           
             When
             they
             (
             with
             evil
             )
             Subjects
             Gratify
             .
          
           
             Nor
             less
             the
             Multitudes
             unruly
             Fate
             ,
          
           
             Who
             thought
             his
             Bloud
             more
             prosperous
             days
             should
             Date
             .
          
           
             Not
             judging
             Heav'n
             had
             but
             deferr'd
             the
             time
          
           
             When
             they
             must
             bleed
             to
             expiate
             their
             Crime
             .
          
           
           
             All
             which
             the
             Politique
             Houses
             had
             foreseen
             ,
          
           
             When
             left
             to
             Crouds
             Seditions
             welcome
             Scene
             .
          
           
             Well
             knowing
             that
             such
             must
             for
             their
             Crimes
             be
             stroak'd
             ,
          
           
             Before
             they
             could
             be
             more
             subservient
             yoak'd
             .
          
           
             Or
             Grants
             obtain'd
             ,
             Be
             aiding
             unto
             more
             ,
          
           
             That
             should
             confirm
             an
             everlasting
             Power
          
           
             To
             sit
             and
             Vote
             ;
             To
             which
             their
             Prince
             Agrees
             ,
          
           
             Hoping
             to
             winn
             them
             with
             Benignities
             ;
          
           
             And
             this
             High
             gift
             like
             which
             none
             e're
             had
             been
          
           
             By
             Subjects
             ask'd
             ,
             or
             given
             by
             English
             King.
          
           
             Whilst
             they
             neglecting
             his
             too
             facile
             Grace
             ,
          
           
             Give
             to
             their
             asking
             still
             a
             bolder
             Face
             .
          
           
             Resolv'd
             to
             Compass
             such
             Disloyall
             things
             ,
          
           
             As
             should
             dethrone
             him
             with
             his
             line
             of
             Kings
             .
          
           
             No
             thoughts
             like
             these
             did
             complicate
             his
             Cares
             ,
          
           
             And
             pierc'd
             him
             deeper
             in
             his
             Consorts
             Tears
             :
          
           
             Her
             Person
             Menac'd
             and
             defam'd
             by
             those
          
           
             Who
             most
             did
             high
             disorders
             then
             dispose
             .
          
           
             Which
             tho'
             'gainst
             her
             Ingloriously
             apply'd
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             no
             occasion
             she
             her
             Soul
             deny'd
             ,
          
           
           
             That
             to
             her
             King
             her
             Value
             could
             assure
             ,
          
           
             Or
             tell
             the
             World
             what
             she
             'd
             for
             him
             endure
             .
          
           
             To
             whom
             ,
             with
             Meen
             and
             Greatness
             duly
             Joyn'd
             ,
          
           
             She
             briefly
             thus
             express'd
             her
             Glorious
             Mind
             .
          
           
             What
             Fate
             soe're
             in
             these
             Commotions
             lyes
             ,
          
           
             Or
             sury
             staring
             in
             your
             Peoples
             Eyes
             ;
          
           
             Should
             it
             shame
             Starrs
             that
             such
             presages
             guide
             ,
          
           
             Or
             to
             your
             Rebell
             Subjects
             joyn
             their
             side
             :
          
           
             No
             day
             ,
             from
             aiding
             you
             ,
             shall
             me
             deterr
             ,
          
           
             How
             dismall
             e're
             may
             look
             the
             face
             of
             Warr.
          
           
             Too
             sure
             your
             friend
             ,
             your
             Foes
             do
             me
             suspect
             ,
          
           
             Since
             my
             Soul
             most
             your
             Cause
             must
             needs
             affect
             .
          
           
             Like
             which
             no
             Glory
             from
             my
             Life
             can
             spring
             ,
          
           
             Or
             Courage
             in
             the
             Wife
             of
             such
             a
             King.
          
           
             What
             Ally
             won't
             your
             Warrs
             concern
             embrace
             ,
          
           
             Or
             Prince
             descending
             from
             a
             Royall
             Race
             ,
          
           
             When
             I
             your
             praises
             shall
             to
             them
             declare
             ,
          
           
             And
             how
             Compleat
             to
             Rule
             your
             Virtues
             are
             :
          
           
             These
             ,
             your
             best
             Standards
             ,
             I
             'le
             abroad
             display
             ,
          
           
             If
             through
             the
             Occean
             Starrs
             assist
             my
             way
             .
          
           
           
             To
             these
             obligements
             of
             her
             Soul
             to
             him
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             Virtue
             best
             their
             Merit
             could
             esteem
             ;
          
           
             He
             thus
             replyes
             :
             If
             Heaven
             designes
             to
             me
          
           
             By
             Peace
             or
             Warr
             a
             due
             prosperity
             :
          
           
             The
             greatness
             of
             thy
             Mind
             and
             Love
             I
             'le
             own
             ,
          
           
             Above
             Attempts
             that
             may
             support
             my
             Crown
             .
          
           
             My
             Kingdoms
             dangers
             threaten
             every
             where
             ,
          
           
             As
             from
             black
             Clouds
             Men
             future
             Thunder
             〈◊〉
             ▪
          
           
             Fierce
             Pop'lar
             rage
             above
             its
             Region
             swells
             ,
          
           
             Whence
             few
             discern
             where
             most
             the
             mischief
             dwells
             :
          
           
             But
             more
             severe
             that
             Crime
             unto
             my
             Heart
             ,
          
           
             As
             your
             affliction
             has
             with
             mine
             its
             part
             .
          
           
             What
             Absence
             can
             you
             sever
             from
             my
             mind
             ,
          
           
             Where
             like
             another
             Soul
             your
             value's
             join'd
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             I
             assisting
             of
             thy
             Just
             Retreat
             ,
          
           
             Shew
             my
             Affection
             's
             no
             less
             kind
             then
             Great
             .
          
           
             Nor
             would
             I
             that
             true
             Annals
             should
             disperse
          
           
             My
             Acts
             of
             Glory
             ,
             and
             not
             Thine
             rehearse
             .
          
           
             His
             Queen
             in
             whose
             Heroick
             Soul
             did
             meet
          
           
             All
             things
             that
             Love
             and
             Majesty
             compleat
             ▪
          
           
           
             Yields
             to
             depart
             ,
             with
             so
             Serene
             a
             Grace
             ,
          
           
             That
             Gries
             seem'd
             vanquish'd
             in
             her
             Tender
             Face
             .
          
           
             Much
             kindness
             she
             express'd
             ,
             and
             more
             forbears
             ;
          
           
             Lest
             Words
             too
             sadly
             should
             produce
             her
             Tears
             :
          
           
             Or
             that
             her
             Soul
             to
             utter
             wanted
             power
          
           
             How
             kind
             she
             'd
             leave
             him
             in
             that
             dismal
             hour
             .
          
           
             Such
             Nobless
             as
             with
             Duty
             did
             attend
          
           
             On
             this
             Departure
             ,
             how
             did
             they
             contend
          
           
             To
             six
             Impressions
             on
             their
             Souls
             that
             might
          
           
             Admi●e
             the
             Grief
             and
             Grandeur
             of
             this
             sight
             ?
          
           
             Nor
             Judg'd
             they
             sorrow
             could
             enough
             Address
             ,
          
           
             With
             tears
             their
             wives
             and
             daughters
             did
             Express
             ▪
          
           
             As
             they
             fear'd
             evills
             from
             that
             hour
             would
             spring
             ,
          
           
             That
             destin'd
             was
             to
             part
             a
             Queen
             and
             King.
          
           
             Thus
             they
             Lamented
             ;
             and
             next
             Joyntly
             pray
             ,
          
           
             That
             Heaven
             might
             safely
             guide
             on
             Seas
             her
             way
             .
          
           
             And
             from
             the
             Glory
             of
             her
             Voyage
             yield
             ,
          
           
             Fa●r
             fam'd
             Assistance
             to
             her
             King
             in
             field
             .
          
           
             Winds
             soon
             their
             wishes
             take
             ,
             whilst
             Neptun's
             face
          
           
             His
             Azur'd
             Curls
             and
             smoothest
             Billows
             grace
             :
          
           
           
             Proud
             that
             his
             Swiftest
             waves
             her
             fraight
             must
             bear
             ,
          
           
             As
             her
             stout
             Ship
             to
             Belgick
             ports
             did
             steer
             .
          
           
             Had
             former
             Poets
             this
             Atcheivment
             known
             ,
          
           
             Not
             their
             verse
             Thetis
             Queen
             of
             Seas
             would
             own
             .
          
           
             Since
             Love
             and
             Glory
             more
             Sublimely
             raise
          
           
             A
             Consort
             to
             our
             Empire
             on
             the
             Seas
             .
          
           
             The
             Queen
             thus
             to
             a
             Forraign
             Coast
             retir'd
             ,
          
           
             Where
             Highest
             Potentates
             her
             worth
             admired
             ,
          
           
             And
             how
             she
             more
             then
             Woman's
             skill
             apply'd
             ,
          
           
             That
             her
             Kings
             Cause
             might
             soonest
             be
             supply'd
             .
          
           
             When
             Belgian
             States
             (
             so
             long
             oblig'd
             had
             been
          
           
             To
             Fam'd
             Elizabeth
             our
             English
             Queen
             ;
          
           
             By
             whom
             their
             Body-Politique
             did
             rise
          
           
             In
             spight
             of
             Spain
             then
             held
             so
             Great
             and
             Wise
             )
          
           
             She
             with
             Pathetick
             words
             did
             highly
             move
             ,
          
           
             Wishing
             their
             Power
             as
             Gratefull
             as
             her
             Love.
          
           
             Since
             by
             a
             sad
             Vicissitude
             of
             Fate
             ,
          
           
             The
             English
             Crown
             Courts
             their
             obliged
             State
             :
          
           
             Letting
             'em
             know
             to
             what
             a
             Glorious
             end
          
           
             They
             may
             for
             ever
             be
             call'd
             Englands
             freind
             .
          
           
           
             To
             which
             the
             Belgick
             State
             ,
             with
             Supine
             pride
             ,
          
           
             (
             Th'
             effect
             of
             Power
             and
             Riches
             )
             thus
             reply'd
             ;
          
           
             What
             er's
             the
             Cause
             that
             this
             Address
             does
             bring
             ,
          
           
             Thus
             Honour'd
             by
             the
             Queen
             to
             Brittains
             King.
          
           
             An
             Envoy
             ,
             which
             our
             Greatness
             must
             confess
             ,
          
           
             Does
             more
             then
             Humane
             Majesty
             express
             :
          
           
             Far
             be
             't
             that
             our
             now
             Mighty-States
             disown
          
           
             Their
             past
             Oblig'ments
             to
             the
             English
             Throne
             ,
          
           
             By
             whose
             brave
             Aid's
             we
             did
             best
             force
             obtain
          
           
             On
             Land
             and
             Sea
             to
             Curb
             Aspiring
             Spain
             .
          
           
             And
             what
             is
             more
             ,
             did
             next
             advantage
             take
          
           
             Our selves
             (
             of
             Subjects
             )
             Mighty
             Lords
             to
             make
             .
          
           
             For
             which
             Spain
             Lowdly
             did
             us
             Rebells
             call
             ,
          
           
             Who
             durst
             hope
             Safety
             by
             that
             Scepters
             fall
             .
          
           
             A
             bold
             Necessity
             which
             Subjects
             brings
          
           
             First
             to
             oppose
             ,
             and
             then
             Dethrone
             their
             Kings
             .
          
           
             Whether
             the
             Brittish
             quarrell
             be
             the
             same
             ,
          
           
             Or
             from
             a
             specious
             greivance
             would
             disclaim
          
           
             Like
             us
             their
             Monarch's
             Rule
             ;
             in
             either
             Case
          
           
             We
             can't
             the
             English
             Crown
             's
             demand
             embrace
             .
          
           
           
             Least
             held
             our
             States
             high
             Blemish
             to
             resist
          
           
             Our
             Prince
             at
             Home
             ,
             and
             one
             abroad
             assist
             .
          
           
             We
             with
             most
             Kings
             a
             free
             Commerce
             Maintain
             ;
          
           
             Whose
             coin
             may
             Ships
             ,
             Arms
             ,
             Men
             ,
             from
             us
             obtain
             .
          
           
             No
             Princes
             Wanting
             Cause
             our
             States
             espouse
             ,
          
           
             To
             gain
             's
             our
             business
             when
             our
             Neighbours
             Loose
             .
          
           
             The
             Queen
             by
             prudence
             and
             experience
             taught
             ,
          
           
             Disdains
             to
             utter
             the
             Contempt
             she
             thought
             ,
          
           
             These
             Courser
             States
             deserved
             ,
             tho'
             well
             she
             knew
          
           
             How
             few
             Dominions
             are
             to
             others
             true
             ,
          
           
             And
             what
             a
             Cold
             redress
             most
             Princes
             sinde
             ,
          
           
             When
             Fortune
             is
             to
             their
             affairs
             Unkinde
             .
          
           
             Yet
             with
             her self
             concludes
             (
             tho'
             stript
             of
             all
          
           
             That
             could
             a
             Monarch's
             suffering
             Spouse
             befall
             )
          
           
             Nothing
             to
             Mis-imploy
             that
             can
             assure
          
           
             Her
             King
             's
             great
             Safety
             ,
             or
             his
             Ayd
             procure
             .
          
           
             Such
             Matchless
             Gemms
             whose
             Luster
             did
             adorn
          
           
             The
             Diadems
             which
             English
             Queens
             had
             worn
             ;
          
           
             She
             ,
             as
             her
             Glorious
             Offering
             did
             bring
          
           
             To
             purchase
             ayd
             ,
             more
             Sacred
             ,
             for
             her
             King.
          
           
           
             No
             sooner
             Covetous
             Belgians
             these
             behold
             ,
          
           
             But
             they
             Comply
             (
             on
             such
             )
             to
             lend
             their
             Gold
             :
          
           
             Tho'
             adding
             to
             the
             Summ
             before
             deny'd
             ,
          
           
             So
             Sure
             are
             Mortalls
             by
             their
             profit
             try'd
             .
          
           
             But
             oh
             the
             Fate
             of
             Princes
             that
             deplore
          
           
             Their
             want
             of
             power
             as
             well
             as
             being
             poore
             ,
          
           
             Orange
             ,
             who
             from
             Imperial
             Linage
             Came
             ,
          
           
             Had
             by
             Alliance
             no
             less
             mingled
             same
             ,
          
           
             In
             seeing
             late
             wedded
             by
             his
             hopefull
             Son
             ,
          
           
             The
             eldest
             Princess
             of
             the
             Brittish
             Throne
             :
          
           
             With
             Generous
             Greatness
             to
             the
             Queen
             thus
             speaks
             ,
          
           
             Since
             my
             Bloud
             Glory
             from
             the
             Rule
             partakes
          
           
             Of
             your
             Just
             King
             ,
             't
             were
             mean
             should
             I
             deny
          
           
             My
             Purse
             to
             ayd
             his
             Injur'd
             Majesty
             .
          
           
             Wishing
             my
             Treasure
             could
             alone
             Compleat
          
           
             Such
             Noble
             sorce
             as
             might
             his
             foes
             defeat
             .
          
           
             And
             did
             not
             Age
             forbid
             ,
             with
             such
             affairs
          
           
             That
             here
             Imploy
             my
             person
             and
             my
             Cares
             ,
          
           
             I
             'de
             like
             a
             Soldier
             'mongst
             his
             Bravest
             Fight
             ,
          
           
             And
             Honour'd
             if
             my
             death
             his
             Cause
             could
             right
             .
          
           
           
             The
             Queen
             thus
             furnish'd
             by
             this
             Great
             Ally
             ,
          
           
             To
             purchase
             Arms
             and
             Men
             she
             does
             apply
          
           
             Her
             soonest
             Care
             ,
             Next
             Martialists
             consults
             ;
          
           
             And
             then
             does
             ponder
             from
             their
             bold
             results
             ,
          
           
             How
             best
             to
             guide
             her
             Force
             ,
             what
             Port
             to
             finde
             ,
          
           
             Wishing
             her
             Love
             could
             wings
             add
             to
             the
             Winde
             .
          
           
             That
             soon
             returning
             with
             well-formed
             Power
             ,
          
           
             She
             might
             her
             Charles
             assist
             some
             usefull
             hour
             .
          
           
             The
             Queen
             thus
             active
             in
             a
             Forraign
             State
             ;
          
           
             My
             Muse
             shall
             by
             her
             Measures
             here
             relate
             ,
          
           
             A
             further
             Progress
             of
             Intestine
             broils
             ,
          
           
             And
             how
             our
             King
             prepared
             for
             Martial
             Toyls
             .
          
           
             Whose
             Rule
             ,
             by
             stubborn
             Evills
             then
             opprest
             ,
          
           
             Tho'
             it
             so
             long
             Ingratefull
             Subjects
             blest
             :
          
           
             Who
             Kingly
             Grace
             and
             pardon
             durst
             neglect
             ,
          
           
             The
             Balms
             which
             Publick
             Cures
             so
             oft
             effect
             .
          
           
             Which
             Impious
             arrogance
             did
             then
             Improve
          
           
             In
             such
             ,
             who
             their
             Prince
             would
             not
             fear
             ,
             nor
             Love.
          
           
             And
             Notion'd
             thus
             th'
             Impetuons
             Crowd
             was
             taught
          
           
             To
             vent
             defyance
             ,
             to
             his
             Pallace
             brought
             .
          
           
           
             Whitehall
             his
             Sacred
             residence
             beset
          
           
             By
             Crowds
             ,
             for
             Threats
             and
             Terrors
             there
             had
             met
             ,
          
           
             No
             Humane
             Violence
             could
             with
             this
             Compare
             ,
          
           
             But
             in
             Men-Monsters
             who
             deny'd
             to
             Fear
          
           
             The
             Heavenly
             Scepter
             Jove
             was
             thought
             to
             hold
             ,
          
           
             When
             he
             Olimpus
             saw
             attaqu'd
             of
             old
             .
          
           
             The
             King
             ,
             enough
             deploring
             ,
             soon
             beheld
          
           
             Th'
             Inflam'd
             vulgar
             Fury
             unrepell'd
          
           
             By
             London
             Magistrates
             due
             advice
             or
             ayd
             ,
          
           
             Where
             more
             then
             Law
             was
             Factions
             then
             obey'd
             .
          
           
             Who
             durst
             his
             Pallace
             wish
             despoyl'd
             by
             such
          
           
             That
             Royall
             Mansions
             thought
             for
             Kings
             too
             Much
             ,
          
           
             The
             King
             less
             greiv'd
             from
             his
             Lov'd
             Court
             to
             move
             ,
          
           
             Then
             there
             to
             trust
             such
             Pledges
             of
             his
             Love
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             Tender
             years
             could
             not
             his
             hast
             partake
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             Left
             behind
             securely
             for
             his
             Sake
             .
          
           
             His
             Lands
             ,
             Towns
             ,
             Treasure
             ,
             soon
             to
             be
             possest
             ,
          
           
             By
             such
             as
             wish'd
             his
             Crown
             should
             be
             opprest
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             he
             retiring
             (
             like
             that
             Trojan
             Prince
             ,
          
           
             Who
             could
             no
             longer
             be
             his
             
             Troy's
             defence
             ,
          
           
           
             Yet
             with
             high
             Courage
             Res●n'd
             there
             from
             Fut●
          
           
             The
             Princely
             Heir
             of
             that
             declining
             State
             ,
             )
          
           
             ●ad
             many
             dangers
             pass'd
             that
             round
             him
             stood
             ,
          
           
             When
             sav'd
             the
             Blooming
             Hero's
             of
             his
             Blood.
          
           
             ●is
             
               Prince
               of
               Wales
            
             and
             
               York's
               Duke
            
             young
             in
             years
             ,
          
           
             Preserv'd
             from
             Foes
             by
             his
             Supremest
             Cares
             :
          
           
             And
             by
             their
             Fathers
             Suss'rings
             grew
             to
             know
          
           
             The
             Streights
             to
             Glory
             they
             must
             undergo
             .
          
           
             Who
             tho'
             he
             Kingdoms
             had
             ,
             and
             Cities
             Great
          
           
             Which
             ow'd
             obsequiance
             to
             his
             Regal
             State
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             in
             their
             vast
             Circumference
             knew
             not
             where
          
           
             'T
             was
             best
             to
             Influence
             first
             his
             Martial
             Sphere
             .
          
           
             Till
             too
             like
             Private
             Majesty
             remov'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             Journeying
             far
             his
             Prudence
             had
             approv'd
          
           
             The
             North's
             *
             Metropolis
             ,
             to
             which
             adjoyn'd
          
           
             Regions
             to
             Loyal
             Glory
             full
             Inclin'd
             .
          
           
             And
             being
             a
             Prince
             resolv'dly
             Great
             and
             Just
             ,
          
           
             In
             Law
             supporting
             as
             his
             Scepters
             trust
             :
          
           
             Thought
             Heaven
             and
             he
             divinely
             were
             obey'd
             ,
          
           
             When
             Subjects
             should
             his
             Cause
             most
             dauntless
             aid
             .
          
           
           
             Soon
             did
             the
             Nobles
             then
             themselves
             convey
          
           
             Unto
             their
             King
             ,
             scorning
             from
             him
             to
             stay
             ,
          
           
             Or
             with
             time-serving
             Disobedience
             stain
          
           
             Their
             part
             of
             Honour
             in
             his
             Glorious
             Reign
             .
          
           
             The
             Generous
             next
             their
             Brave
             Example
             take
             ,
          
           
             Whilst
             soon
             ,
             their
             worst
             remains
             ,
             both
             Houses
             make
             :
          
           
             An
             Impious
             Body-Politique
             to
             sit
             ,
          
           
             Where
             future
             Parliaments
             may
             blush
             to
             sit
             .
          
           
             Since
             from
             that
             Fatal
             late
             abused
             Name
             ,
          
           
             A
             spreading
             evil
             kindled
             first
             its
             flame
             .
          
           
             Unhappy
             Westminster
             so
             oft
             to
             be
          
           
             The
             Seat
             of
             Publique
             Good
             and
             Infamy
             .
          
           
             Our
             Second
             Edward
             and
             our
             Richard
             tell
             ,
          
           
             How
             black
             ,
             from
             them
             ,
             thy
             Records
             there
             do
             dwell
             .
          
           
             And
             what
             adds
             more
             unto
             thy
             Monstrous
             Date
             ,
          
           
             The
             Best
             of
             Kings
             there
             doom'd
             to
             wicked
             Fate
             .
          
           
             Which
             Deeds
             with
             their
             Prodigions
             Story
             may
          
           
             Unequall'd
             stand
             to
             the
             World
             's
             ending
             day
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             could
             the
             Houses
             subtlest
             Gloss
             evade
          
           
             Reflections
             by
             the
             Wise
             were
             early
             made
             :
          
           
           
             When
             Actlons
             ,
             how-e're
             worded
             ,
             did
             imply
             ,
          
           
             They
             pointed
             at
             the
             fall
             of
             Monarchy
             .
          
           
             Design'd
             by
             such
             ,
             to
             Rule
             ,
             would
             force
             their
             way
             ,
          
           
             Tho'
             ,
             Slave-like
             Fellow-Subjects
             them
             obey
             .
          
           
             From
             which
             Ambition
             (
             oft
             man's
             proner
             Curse
          
           
             When
             tempted
             by
             bold
             perils
             to
             be
             worse
             )
          
           
             The
             face
             of
             War
             did
             gradually
             appear
             ,
          
           
             Foreseen
             by
             more
             then
             durst
             divulge
             their
             fear
             .
          
           
             Seditious
             Scotland
             ,
             that
             had
             first
             begun
          
           
             To
             form
             Rebellion
             before
             Forty
             One
             ,
          
           
             And
             from
             their
             wicked
             Presidents
             had
             been
          
           
             Slily
             instructed
             in
             this
             Impious
             Sin
             ;
          
           
             That
             where
             known
             Story
             most
             Allegeance
             blots
             ,
          
           
             'T
             will
             doubtless
             yield
             to
             History
             of
             Scots
             .
          
           
             England
             they
             saw
             they
             could
             not
             then
             compell
          
           
             To
             grant
             them
             Seats
             where
             they
             might
             warmer
             dwell
             .
          
           
             For
             which
             our
             King
             they
             envy'd
             ,
             tho'
             their
             own
             ,
          
           
             But
             most
             ,
             because
             most
             Happy
             in
             our
             Crown
             .
          
           
             Craft
             thus
             imploy'd
             that
             subtly
             had
             inclos'd
          
           
             Their
             labour'd
             Mischiefs
             ,
             which
             they
             thus
             dispos'd
             :
          
           
           
             Their
             Schism
             and
             Faction
             ,
             unto
             England
             brought
             ,
          
           
             Intrigu'd
             so
             firm
             that
             with
             their
             Snares
             't
             was
             caught
             .
          
           
             Which
             to
             uphold
             both
             Houses
             joyn'd
             their
             Vote
             ,
          
           
             That
             with
             Arm'd
             Scots
             their
             Arms
             they
             might
             promote
             .
          
           
             Reb●●liou●
             Ireland
             ,
             that
             could
             not
             stay
          
           
             'Till
             Sc●…ch
             and
             English
             Bloud
             was
             cast
             away
             ,
          
           
             With
             headstrong
             guilt
             begins
             this
             wicked
             Time
             ,
          
           
             Few
             apprehend
             which
             Nation
             's
             greatest
             Crime
             .
          
           
             The
             King
             his
             Person
             offers
             to
             oppose
          
           
             Against
             his
             Irish
             Rebells
             ,
             yet
             not
             knows
          
           
             Which
             Kingdom
             would
             to
             him
             most
             safety
             yield
             ,
          
           
             Or
             where
             best
             first
             for
             him
             to
             take
             the
             Field
             .
          
           
             England
             ,
             his
             dearest
             Pledge
             ,
             imploy'd
             his
             Grief
             ,
          
           
             Whilst
             bleeding
             Ireland
             call'd
             for
             soon
             relief
             .
          
           
             Which
             lest
             he
             should
             Conduct
             the
             Houses
             pray
          
           
             That
             he
             at
             home
             as
             unsecure
             might
             stay
             .
          
           
             Resolv'd
             their
             Pow'r
             his
             Arms
             should
             first
             oppose
             ,
          
           
             More
             to
             encourage
             every
             where
             his
             Foes
             .
          
           
             Fearing
             lest
             he
             from
             Just
             occasion
             might
          
           
             Others
             subdue
             ,
             and
             next
             them
             stronger
             fight
             .
          
           
           
             No
             Sword
             by
             their
             Consents
             with
             him
             they
             'd
             Trust
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             great
             Revenge
             they
             fear'd
             ,
             yet
             knew
             't
             was
             Just.
          
           
             Essex
             ,
             whose
             stubborn
             Will
             and
             sullen
             Pride
          
           
             Had
             with
             this
             Poplar
             Faction
             long
             comply'd
             ,
          
           
             With
             greater
             Zeal
             Heads
             their
             Rebellious
             Cause
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             grants
             't
             is
             guilt
             to
             fight
             against
             the
             Laws
             .
          
           
             Who
             fway'd
             by
             specious
             Arts
             ,
             and
             thirst
             of
             Fame
             ,
          
           
             Discern'd
             not
             then
             a
             Loathed
             General
             's
             Name
             .
          
           
             Forgetting
             whence
             Nobility
             did
             spring
             ,
          
           
             Or
             how
             't
             is
             stain'd
             when
             Arm'd
             against
             the
             King.
          
           
             Thus
             crowded
             into
             Power
             he
             Leads
             that
             Force
             ,
          
           
             Which
             the
             bold
             Houses
             Vote
             their
             Foot
             and
             Horse
             .
          
           
             Numbers
             no
             Less
             then
             Mighty
             to
             Impower
          
           
             The
             evils
             which
             that
             Age
             did
             soon
             deplore
             .
          
           
             What
             was
             thy
             Crime
             ,
             O
             London
             !
             then
             to
             be
          
           
             The
             Numerous
             Ayd
             of
             this
             Calamity
             :
          
           
             Was
             it
             because
             thou
             wert
             too
             richly
             great
             ,
          
           
             Or
             too
             long
             pamper'd
             in
             a
             blest
             Estate
             ;
          
           
             That
             thy
             Ingratefull
             heads
             then
             seem'd
             to
             ake
             ,
          
           
             And
             by
             pretended
             flame
             a
             Feaver
             take
             ,
          
           
           
             An
             Artisice
             to
             worst
             Delusions
             joyn'd
             ,
          
           
             As
             Zeal
             transported
             had
             the
             Peoples
             Minde
             .
          
           
             And
             if
             my
             Verse
             a
             Prospect
             duly
             take
          
           
             Of
             what
             did
             then
             so
             fierce
             Transactions
             make
             ,
          
           
             Truth
             soon
             declares
             that
             't
             was
             no
             publique
             Sense
          
           
             That
             had
             diffus'd
             so
             vild
             an
             Influence
             .
          
           
             But
             heatfull
             Parties
             that
             within
             their
             Frames
             ,
          
           
             For
             ends
             devis'd
             ,
             had
             rais'd
             such
             horrid
             flames
             ;
          
           
             And
             but
             the
             name
             of
             Parliament
             did
             feign
             ,
          
           
             On
             purpose
             to
             convey
             a
             larger
             stain
             .
          
           
             And
             which
             no
             well-form'd
             sense
             allows
             to
             be
          
           
             That
             full
             Conventious
             Publique
             Infamy
             .
          
           
             A
             Constitution
             Great
             to
             all
             effects
             ,
          
           
             As
             it
             our
             Good
             discerns
             and
             Bad
             detects
             .
          
           
             From
             whence
             the
             Nation
             best
             their
             Pulse
             perceives
             ,
          
           
             And
             when
             't
             is
             sound
             more
             soundness
             then
             receives
             .
          
           
             If
             Craz'd
             ,
             or
             will
             not
             other
             help
             endure
             ,
          
           
             That
             prov'd
             State-Phisick
             can
             compleat
             the
             Cure.
          
           
             And
             what
             ,
             beyond
             all
             Treasures
             ,
             Aid
             Imparts
             ,
          
           
             It
             both
             receives
             and
             gives
             the
             Peoples
             Hearts
             .
          
           
           
             An
             Envy'd
             Glory
             through
             which
             Nations
             see
          
           
             Cause
             to
             repine
             our
             just
             felicity
             .
          
           
             When
             wild
             exorbitance
             of
             Pride
             and
             heat
             ,
          
           
             In
             other
             Rules
             have
             their
             pernicious
             date
             .
          
           
             And
             more
             detects
             our
             Late
             Unhappy
             Times
             ,
          
           
             In
             which
             Men
             boldly
             strove
             to
             heighten
             Crimes
             :
          
           
             Kindled
             by
             such
             on
             each
             side
             did
             Convey
             ,
          
           
             Their
             fiery
             Ends
             the
             most
             destructive
             way
             .
          
           
             By
             perverse
             Parliaments
             the
             Factions
             sought
             ,
          
           
             That
             low
             and
             poor
             their
             Monarch
             might
             be
             brought
             :
          
           
             Denying
             ,
             for
             their
             ends
             ,
             their
             publick
             Aid
             ,
          
           
             As
             fi●st
             their
             Niggard
             purse
             him
             disobey'd
             .
          
           
             Which
             forc'd
             Prerogative
             ,
             by
             Royal
             Right
             ,
          
           
             To
             claim
             ,
             for
             Common
             good
             ,
             the
             Purses
             Might
             :
          
           
             An
             Aidfull
             Power
             that
             Scop●…
             ▪
          
           
             Lest
             Subjects
             ill
             retain
             what
             Crow●s
             should
             〈◊〉
             .
          
           
             Tho'
             Pop'lar
             Patriots
             did
             this
             Act
             di●own
             ,
          
           
             And
             cast
             aspersions
             on
             the
             Straiten'd
             Throne
             ;
          
           
             As
             they
             'gainst
             Shipmoney
             disgusts
             proclaim
             ,
          
           
             With
             high
             Contests
             ,
             which
             to
             Tribunals
             came
             ;
          
           
           
             That
             their
             Great
             Monarchs
             Rule
             might
             want
             supply
             ,
          
           
             Till
             Senats
             should
             less
             peevishly
             deny
             .
          
           
             When
             this
             fam'd
             King
             ,
             whose
             Soul
             was
             full
             propense
          
           
             To
             give
             his
             Royal
             Claim
             no
             wrong
             defence
             ,
          
           
             Consented
             to
             give
             Law
             it
             's
             due
             repute
             ,
          
           
             That
             Legall
             Process
             might
             his
             Plea
             promote
             .
          
           
             Which
             Misconceived
             in
             a
             furious
             Time
             ,
          
           
             When
             Jealousies
             and
             fears
             durst
             vent
             their
             Crimes
             ,
          
           
             By
             deeming
             things
             undutiously
             amiss
             ,
          
           
             That
             men
             might
             thence
             distrust
             their
             Nations
             Bliss
             :
          
           
             Ceas'd
             not
             their
             Rancour
             ,
             tho'
             by
             *
             Act
             of
             State
          
           
             This
             Tax
             abolish'd
             was
             to
             Lasting
             Date
             ,
          
           
             As
             they
             abetted
             a
             Disloyal
             fear
          
           
             Of
             Oblique
             Motions
             in
             the
             Royal
             Sphere
             :
          
           
             Whence
             Crowds
             were
             Taught
             more
             strictly
             to
             embrace
          
           
             What
             then
             was
             call'd
             their
             Senat
             's
             sighting
             Case
             :
          
           
             Lest
             that
             subdu'd
             they
             might
             be
             next
             undone
             ,
          
           
             And
             Lives
             and
             Fortunes
             grant
             by
             Conquest
             won
             .
          
           
           
             A
             Sense
             devis'd
             by
             obloquies
             of
             Fame
          
           
             To
             blemish
             their
             King's
             Rule
             and
             Sacred
             Name
             .
          
           
             Thus
             some
             did
             with
             most
             horrid
             Arts
             devise
          
           
             How
             to
             Impose
             on
             all
             more
             Just
             and
             Wise.
          
           
             Such
             subtle
             Members
             as
             the
             Houses
             sway'd
             ,
          
           
             Soon
             their
             Delusions
             takingly
             convey'd
             :
          
           
             With
             what
             by
             Vulgar
             Fury
             cou'd
             promote
          
           
             The
             Cause
             which
             their
             sierce
             Patrons
             first
             did
             Vote
             .
          
           
             To
             which
             their
             violent
             Spiritual
             Guides
             comply'd
             ,
          
           
             Who
             taught
             Rebellion
             then
             was
             Sanctify'd
             .
          
           
             Was
             't
             not
             enough
             that
             former
             Ages
             found
             ,
          
           
             How
             such
             Incendiaries
             did
             then
             abound
             :
          
           
             That
             Pulpits
             must
             afresh
             divulge
             their
             flame
             ,
          
           
             And
             ,
             stead
             of
             Beacons
             ,
             publick
             Broils
             proclaim
             :
          
           
             Provoking
             Heaven
             and
             Inauspicious
             Starrs
          
           
             To
             haste
             the
             bloudy
             Aspects
             of
             our
             Warrs
             .
          
           
             When
             in
             their
             Orbs
             the
             rest
             began
             to
             fear
          
           
             Lest
             Mars
             ,
             in
             spight
             of
             Jove
             ,
             should
             domineer
             .
          
           
             Nor
             less
             the
             Azur'd
             Regions
             did
             presage
          
           
             Prodigious
             Fights
             and
             Battels
             in
             that
             Age
          
           
           
             Arms
             ,
             against
             Arms
             ,
             to
             mens
             affrighted
             eyes
             ,
          
           
             Seem'd
             as
             array'd
             Battalions
             on
             the
             Skies
             ;
          
           
             Where
             flashings
             did
             like
             Guns
             discharging
             shew
             ,
          
           
             And
             Flames
             resembled
             Pikes
             in
             Skirmish
             too
             .
          
           
             Most
             fear'd
             what
             these
             strange
             Visions
             should
             portend
             ,
          
           
             Or
             hop'd
             Heav'n
             might
             by
             them
             bad
             men
             amend
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             nothing
             the
             fierce
             Houses
             then
             restrain'd
             ,
          
           
             Or
             that
             rough
             *
             Earl
             whose
             Conduct
             they
             had
             gain'd
             ,
          
           
             Not
             ,
             as
             they
             did
             for
             Bloud
             and
             Treasure
             thirst
             ,
          
           
             Or
             wou'd
             for
             Horrid
             Spoils
             of
             War
             be
             Curst
             :
          
           
             More
             specious
             they
             seem
             Laws
             and
             King
             to
             treat
             ,
          
           
             So
             subtly
             Mortals
             would
             their
             guilt
             abate
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           The
           SECOND
           BOOK
           .
        
         
           
             The
             Argument
             .
          
           
             
               Intestine
               Discords
               by
               what
               Method
               spread
               ,
            
             
               The
               Quarrel
               the
               unhappy
               Title
               bears
            
             
               Of
               King
               and
               Parltaments
               opposed
               Arms.
            
             
               And
               like
               the
               body
               of
               the
               State
               confus'd
               ,
            
             
               The
               Members
               differ
               :
               Towns
               ,
               Cities
               ,
               Counties
               ,
            
             
               Miserably
               behold
               their
               Magistrates
               ,
            
             
               Tho'
               Guardians
               of
               their
               Peace
               turn'd
               Enemies
               ,
            
             
               And
               arm'd
               in
               this
               destructive
               War
               appear
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             WAR
             thus
             prepar'd
             and
             boldest
             Summons
             sent
          
           
             T'Incite
             more
             swiftly
             Minds
             to
             Fury
             bent
             ,
          
           
             Without
             perceiving
             the
             Impetuous
             Source
          
           
             Of
             boundless
             Evils
             ,
             which
             their
             Crimes
             did
             force
             .
          
           
             Or
             that
             Peace
             seem'd
             their
             Universal
             pain
             ,
          
           
             'Till
             after
             War
             't
             were
             begg'd
             of
             Heaven
             again
             .
          
           
             A
             Crisis
             oft
             gives
             Furious
             Tempers
             ease
             ,
          
           
             When
             War
             's
             rough
             Physick
             proves
             their
             worst
             disease
             .
          
           
             What
             man
             can
             in
             most
             touching
             Numbers
             shew
          
           
             The
             various
             Ills
             with
             that
             Time's
             License
             grew
             :
          
           
           
             When
             neither
             tie
             by
             Bloud
             ,
             or
             Parents
             Tears
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             Conscience
             which
             man's
             Soul
             diviner
             fears
             ▪
          
           
             Could
             Son
             or
             Brothers
             daring
             heart
             deterr
          
           
             From
             being
             ally'd
             more
             guilty
             by
             this
             Warr.
          
           
             Or
             not
             with
             headstrong
             fury
             soon
             oppose
          
           
             The
             side
             their
             dearest
             Friends
             for
             safety
             chose
             .
          
           
             Nor
             did
             the
             Aged
             then
             forbear
             to
             show
             ,
          
           
             That
             Peace
             was
             wither'd
             no
             less
             then
             their
             Brow
             :
          
           
             Conspiring
             in
             the
             Autumn
             of
             their
             Time
             ,
          
           
             To
             misguide
             others
             by
             their
             Graver
             Crime
             .
          
           
             Whence
             Evils
             with
             more
             Grandeur
             did
             augme●…t
             ,
          
           
             As
             Age
             taught
             Youth
             so
             little
             to
             repent
             .
          
           
             And
             by
             their
             joint
             endeavours
             did
             assure
             ,
          
           
             That
             this
             Wars
             fatal
             flame
             would
             long
             endure
             .
          
           
             The
             Forts
             and
             Castles
             that
             had
             slighted
             been
             ,
          
           
             And
             by
             their
             Ruines
             told
             Wars
             Antient
             Sin
             ;
          
           
             Laborious
             hands
             did
             Numerously
             repair
             ;
          
           
             And
             with
             their
             Dusty
             Toils
             obscur'd
             the
             Air.
          
           
             Whilst
             distant
             Men
             affrighted
             did
             behold
          
           
             New
             forms
             of
             Terrour
             far
             surpassing
             old
             .
          
           
           
             When
             but
             Bows
             piercing
             Shafts
             from
             Bulwarks
             flew
             ,
          
           
             And
             not
             so
             horridly
             —
             as
             Guns
             Men
             slew
             .
          
           
             Thus
             some
             Lamented
             ,
             whilst
             the
             Many
             strove
          
           
             Their
             Nations
             fury
             highest
             to
             improve
             .
          
           
             And
             did
             Tumultuous
             Rage
             through
             Regions
             spread
             ,
          
           
             With
             Thefts
             from
             Wars
             bold
             License
             sadly
             read
             .
          
           
             Some
             total
             Plunder'd
             and
             their
             Persons
             sent
             ,
          
           
             Revil'd
             by
             Crowds
             ,
             to
             loath'd
             Imprisonment
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             others
             forc'd
             from
             Houses
             and
             Estates
             ,
          
           
             Were
             left
             like
             Wanderers
             unto
             wretched
             Fates
             .
          
           
             Tho'
             Charg'd
             upon
             their
             Souls
             no
             other
             Crime
          
           
             Then
             not
             to
             Aid
             the
             Mischiefs
             of
             that
             time
             .
          
           
             When
             violent
             Men
             Delinquencies
             durst
             make
          
           
             In
             such
             as
             would
             not
             Peace
             with
             them
             forsake
             :
          
           
             Or
             hop'd
             that
             Moderate
             quiet
             might
             be
             had
             ,
          
           
             When
             but
             to
             live
             secure
             was
             counted
             bad
             .
          
           
             Number
             the
             People's
             Monster
             ,
             like
             the
             Birth
          
           
             Of
             that
             vast
             Giant
             fam'd
             the
             Son
             of
             Earth
             ;
          
           
             It
             s
             own
             unweildy
             Power
             did
             roughly
             bring
          
           
             To
             Aid
             Intended
             Arms
             against
             the
             King.
          
           
           
             Who
             tho'
             his
             Life
             and
             Crown
             he
             soon
             might
             Stake
             ,
          
           
             Beheld
             his
             Leavies
             for
             his
             Cause
             too
             weak
             .
          
           
             Courage
             his
             Hope
             sustain'd
             ,
             and
             Conscious
             Right
             ,
          
           
             Which
             to
             defend
             Best
             Kings
             renown'dly
             fight
             .
          
           
             But
             e're
             his
             Enemies
             did
             neer
             him
             joyn
             ,
          
           
             Or
             Re-inforcements
             further
             their
             Design
             ;
          
           
             Their
             strongest
             Parties
             vigour
             he
             'd
             first
             try
             ,
          
           
             And
             teach
             them
             from
             his
             Sword
             't
             was
             Just
             to
             fly
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             then
             his
             Power
             in
             Horse
             began
             to
             spread
             ,
          
           
             And
             by
             most
             Gen'rous
             Bloud
             of
             English
             Led
             ;
          
           
             Of
             whom
             he
             thought
             no
             praise
             enough
             cou'd
             be
             ,
          
           
             Or
             Greatness
             joyn'd
             unto
             their
             Dignity
             ,
          
           
             Untill
             Great
             Rupert
             ,
             his
             Renown'd
             Ally
             ,
          
           
             He
             made
             First
             Captain
             of
             their
             Cavalry
             .
          
           
             A
             Prince
             that
             did
             in
             his
             High
             Lineage
             joyn
          
           
             Best
             German
             Race
             with
             England's
             Royal
             Line
             .
          
           
             And
             what
             did
             most
             embellish
             his
             High
             Bloud
             ,
          
           
             No
             less
             in
             Story
             fam'd
             for
             Brave
             then
             Good.
          
           
             Who
             for
             this
             Expedition
             duly
             chose
          
           
             Troops
             best
             approv'd
             to
             meet
             the
             hardy
             Fo●●
             .
          
           
           
             Worcester
             that
             had
             Allegeance
             early
             shown
             ,
          
           
             When
             many
             Cities
             were
             disloyal
             known
             ;
          
           
             (
             Tho'
             her
             distress
             from
             future
             Fate
             did
             bring
          
           
             A
             Second
             Charles
             to
             live
             an
             Exil'd
             King.
             )
          
           
             Implor'd
             of
             Heaven
             a
             soon
             Auspicious
             hour
             ,
          
           
             As
             near
             her
             then
             took
             Field
             the
             Royal
             Power
             .
          
           
             To
             which
             Campagne
             the
             Houses
             eager
             Vote
             ,
          
           
             That
             War
             ,
             on
             their
             part
             ,
             should
             its
             haste
             promote
             ,
          
           
             Had
             sent
             their
             firmest
             Regiments
             of
             Horse
             ,
          
           
             In
             hopes
             they
             'd
             there
             succeed
             by
             strenuous
             force
             .
          
           
             Sands
             had
             these
             Glittring
             Troops
             ;
             resolv'd
             for
             Fame
             ,
          
           
             Led
             to
             this
             Field
             with
             full
             Couragious
             Flame
             .
          
           
             His
             thought
             's
             with
             Number
             rais'd
             and
             boldest
             Pride
             ,
          
           
             To
             be
             held
             early
             signal
             by
             his
             Side
             .
          
           
             Not
             as
             he
             wou'd
             the
             Juster
             Cause
             maintain
             ,
          
           
             But
             Glory
             sought
             mixt
             with
             pernicious
             Gain
             :
          
           
             Which
             profitable
             Encomium
             much
             did
             sway
          
           
             Men
             that
             the
             Houses
             serv'd
             for
             Praise
             and
             Pay.
          
           
             His
             Troups
             encounter'd
             ,
             swift
             Resistance
             find
             ;
          
           
             And
             next
             like
             Stubble
             scatter'd
             by
             the
             Wind
          
           
           
             With
             a
             Confused
             Haste
             their
             flight
             confound
             ,
          
           
             Whilst
             with
             their
             gasping
             Friends
             Death
             strows
             the
             Ground
             .
          
           
             Their
             Resolute
             Chief
             whose
             Courage
             could
             not
             yield
             ,
          
           
             Timely
             to
             grant
             his
             Foes
             the
             Conquer'd
             Field
             ,
          
           
             Too
             deeply
             wounded
             is
             a
             Captive
             made
             ;
          
           
             The
             Prince
             ,
             with
             Courteous
             grief
             ,
             his
             Cure
             assay'd
          
           
             By
             best
             skill'd
             Surgeons
             who
             his
             wounds
             explore
             ,
          
           
             But
             found
             ,
             too
             far
             past
             aid
             ,
             his
             Vital
             Power
             .
          
           
             Nor
             did
             his
             Valour
             harden
             so
             his
             end
             ,
          
           
             As
             't
             did
             his
             Cause
             then
             Courage
             more
             commend
             .
          
           
             Great
             Rupert
             prosp'rous
             thus
             and
             fill'd
             with
             hope
          
           
             To
             gain
             by
             future
             Conquest
             further
             scope
             ;
          
           
             Unto
             his
             Royal
             Unkle
             did
             retire
          
           
             With
             many
             Trophies
             of
             his
             Martial
             Fire
             .
          
           
             The
             King
             with
             Temperate
             Thoughts
             so
             poyz'd
             his
             Mind
             ,
          
           
             That
             no
             events
             in
             him
             a
             Change
             could
             find
             :
          
           
             To
             his
             Brave
             Nephew
             ,
             with
             Indulgent
             Grace
             ,
          
           
             Did
             thus
             express
             ;
             Tho'
             of
             my
             Princely
             Race
             ,
          
           
             I
             gladly
             prove
             thy
             Valour
             such
             as
             may
          
           
             Preserve
             my
             Scepter
             in
             each
             doubtfull
             day
             ,
          
           
           
           
           
           
           
             Should
             my
             Opposers
             fiercely
             still
             adherè
          
           
             To
             stain
             their
             Crimes
             more
             deeply
             by
             this
             War
             :
          
           
             Yet
             't
             is
             my
             Royal
             Soul
             that
             bids
             confess
             ,
          
           
             That
             I
             must
             welcome
             less
             ,
             then
             they
             ,
             Success
             .
          
           
             Tho'
             they
             fight
             to
             resist
             what
             I
             maintain
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             still
             my
             Subjects
             are
             on
             both
             sides
             slain
             .
          
           
             Wherefore
             so
             Lead
             my
             Battels
             that
             I
             may
          
           
             When
             Victor
             shew
             more
             Mercy
             still
             then
             they
             .
          
           
             As
             with
             Calm
             Glory
             thus
             the
             King
             exprest
             ,
          
           
             A
             Warlike
             heat
             enflam'd
             Great
             
             Rupert's
             breast
             :
          
           
             Who
             thus
             replies
             ,
             Since
             your
             severest
             Foes
          
           
             Cannot
             your
             steady
             Greatness
             discompose
             ;
          
           
             In
             nothing
             I
             'le
             be
             wanting
             to
             incite
          
           
             Your
             boldest
             Troups
             with
             forward
             Zeal
             to
             fight
             .
          
           
             Nor
             shal't
             be
             said
             that
             I
             one
             Peril
             shun
          
           
             Where
             Service
             can
             for
             you
             by
             Arms
             be
             done
             .
          
           
             Unto
             your
             Powers
             Heaven
             daily
             does
             dispense
          
           
             Aids
             undiscern'd
             by
             Humane
             Providence
             .
          
           
             Your
             Royal
             Standard
             no
             where
             is
             display'd
             ,
          
           
             But
             Welsh
             and
             English
             gladly
             are
             Array'd
             .
          
           
           
             Who
             ,
             when
             War's
             Discipline
             improves
             their
             Might
             ,
          
           
             Will
             soon
             for
             you
             undaunted
             Soldiers
             fight
             .
          
           
             The
             King
             tho'
             in
             his
             Nephew
             thus
             beheld
          
           
             Example's
             Grandeur
             ,
             which
             had
             oft
             upheld
          
           
             Daring
             Attempts
             by
             forward
             Captains
             Led
          
           
             Who
             Fortune
             's
             briskest
             Smiles
             had
             sometimes
             had
             :
          
           
             His
             Nobless
             ,
             Gentry
             ,
             to
             Atchievements
             prone
             ,
          
           
             That
             most
             Magnanimous
             might
             assist
             his
             Throne
             .
          
           
             Yet
             could
             not
             ●e
             allay
             such
             Anxious
             thought
          
           
             As
             his
             Affairs
             in
             prospect
             to
             him
             brought
             .
          
           
             His
             Forces
             newly
             rais'd
             and
             thinly
             Arm'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             more
             the
             Sinews
             of
             their
             Hearts
             uncharm'd
          
           
             By
             Coins
             alluring
             force
             ,
             his
             Treasure
             spent
             ,
          
           
             Or
             greatest
             part
             ,
             unto
             his
             detriment
             !
          
           
             By
             the
             bold
             Houses
             rigidly
             possest
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             that
             Nerve
             of
             State
             him
             first
             distress'd
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             ,
             to
             his
             grief
             ,
             his
             wanting
             Files
             might
             say
             ,
          
           
             That
             Duty
             set
             off
             almost
             ali
             their
             Pay.
          
           
             All
             which
             did
             in
             their
             Grievances
             declare
          
           
             How
             deep
             the
             King
             concern'd
             and
             Nation
             were
             .
          
           
           
             Throughout
             its
             Parts
             and
             Orders
             un-intire
             ,
          
           
             And
             Notion'd
             as
             did
             least
             their
             Peace
             conspire
             .
          
           
             Some
             Vassals
             ,
             with
             their
             Lords
             ,
             themselves
             array
             ,
          
           
             Others
             their
             Lords
             by
             fighting
             disobey
             .
          
           
             No
             State
             or
             Birth
             their
             due
             distinction
             find
             ,
          
           
             Whilst
             mean
             and
             bad
             then
             joyn'd
             their
             worst
             design
             .
          
           
             The
             Swain
             his
             tilt
             neglected
             in
             despair
          
           
             Of
             what
             his
             Globe
             might
             yield
             another
             year
             ,
          
           
             Judging
             that
             Camps
             would
             better
             him
             sustain
             ,
          
           
             Then
             his
             disorder'd
             toil
             for
             future
             Grain
             :
          
           
             No
             Aid
             whate're
             but
             did
             reception
             find
             ;
          
           
             Wars
             Darling
             ,
             Force
             ,
             is
             best
             with
             Number
             joyn'd
             .
          
           
             Essex
             from
             London
             march'd
             with
             highest
             State
             ,
          
           
             When
             thro●…
             〈◊〉
             ●…s
             did
             his
             Soul
             clate
             ,
          
           
             By
             th'Houses
             man●…ent
             ,
             and
             Crowds
             design'd
             ,
          
           
             To
             heighten
             Fervour
             in
             his
             Poplar
             Mind
             .
          
           
             Who
             with
             their
             Sanguine
             Zeal
             had
             less
             conspir'd
             ,
          
           
             Had
             not
             Fame's
             Tinder
             so
             his
             Temper
             fir'd
             .
          
           
             By
             which
             Impulse
             ,
             or
             from
             the
             Fate
             of
             things
             ,
          
           
             That
             Rugged
             Souls
             to
             proner
             Violence
             brings
             :
          
           
           
             He
             soon
             his
             Army
             full
             compleated
             Led
          
           
             Near
             to
             Campagnes
             in
             which
             the
             King
             's
             was
             spread
             .
          
           
             Not
             doubting
             but
             his
             Num'rous
             Warlike
             Force
             ,
          
           
             So
             well
             accoutred
             by
             the
             Houses
             Purse
             ,
          
           
             Would
             soon
             the
             King
             's
             best
             formed
             Powers
             defeat
             ,
          
           
             When
             they
             should
             boldest
             his
             in
             Battel
             meet
             .
          
           
             And
             that
             his
             Cause
             no
             smooth
             pretext
             should
             lose
             ,
          
           
             Which
             for
             its
             Vail
             the
             Senate's
             Votes
             had
             chose
             .
          
           
             Unto
             the
             King
             a
             specious
             Errand
             sends
             ,
          
           
             That
             to
             his
             Sovereign
             safety
             recommends
             :
          
           
             By
             wishing
             he
             'd
             from
             Perils
             soon
             withdraw
             ,
          
           
             Since
             no
             respect
             can
             flying
             Bullets
             awe
             :
          
           
             Or
             Swords
             promiscuoully
             in
             Battels
             kill
             ,
          
           
             And
             may
             ,
             'mongst
             Lower
             Bloud
             the
             Highest
             spill
             .
          
           
             So
             plausible
             wou'd
             men
             their
             Figures
             take
             ,
          
           
             If
             words
             ,
             for
             their
             Offence
             ,
             can
             Varnish
             make
             .
          
           
             The
             King
             ,
             whose
             even
             Greatness
             did
             compose
          
           
             His
             Person
             to
             the
             wonder
             of
             his
             Foes
             ,
          
           
             Thus
             to
             the
             Earl's
             delusive
             Message
             says
             ;
          
           
             Tell
             the
             bold
             man
             who
             for
             Inglorious
             praise
          
           
           
             Does
             near
             Imbattel'd
             to
             our
             sight
             appear
             ;
          
           
             And
             dares
             by
             Arms
             to
             bid
             his
             Sovereign
             fear
             .
          
           
             That
             Phoebus
             may
             as
             soon
             decline
             his
             Lighr
             ,
          
           
             When
             Cloudy
             Meteors
             would
             obstruct
             his
             sight
             ,
          
           
             As
             witness
             my
             Just
             Glory
             I
             disown
             ,
          
           
             Or
             Deeds
             my
             Scepter
             highest
             can
             renown
             ,
          
           
             Tho'
             with
             my
             Pers'nal
             Sufferings
             shou'd
             combine
          
           
             The
             worst
             that
             Armed
             Subjects
             shall
             design
             .
          
           
             The
             King
             here
             ends
             :
             And
             next
             Great
             Lindsey
             spake
             ,
          
           
             Since
             Me
             ,
             Great
             Sir
             ,
             your
             General
             you
             make
             ,
          
           
             Suffer
             that
             I
             unto
             this
             Earl
             commit
          
           
             What
             may
             my
             Honours
             Station
             well
             besit
             .
          
           
             He
             is
             a
             Captain
             and
             I
             'de
             have
             him
             know
          
           
             My
             Prowess
             shall
             him
             equall'd
             that
             way
             show
             :
          
           
             But
             if
             before
             the
             fury
             of
             this
             day
             ,
          
           
             He
             'l
             singly
             Combate
             me
             a
             Soldiers
             way
             .
          
           
             Our
             Persons
             shall
             our
             Battel
             's
             Signal
             be
             ,
          
           
             As
             we
             begin
             to
             fight
             for
             Victory
             .
          
           
             This
             Errand
             thus
             return'd
             ;
             Essex
             declin'd
          
           
             All
             other
             Fight
             then
             with
             his
             Army
             joyn'd
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Who
             judg'd
             that'twas
             a
             much
             securer
             course
          
           
             To
             wave
             then
             meet
             Brave
             
             Lindsey's
             single
             force
             .
          
           
             The
             King
             from
             
             Edge-Hill's
             top
             ,
             like
             Jove
             on
             high
             ,
          
           
             When
             Mortals
             once
             'gainst
             Heaven
             Incamp'd
             did
             lie
          
           
             Undaunted
             saw
             the
             near
             Campagne
             disclose
          
           
             Power
             that
             durst
             him
             divine
             on
             Earth
             oppose
             .
          
           
             And
             as
             a
             Royal
             Chief
             did
             next
             descend
          
           
             Strictly
             to
             view
             if
             orderly
             extend
          
           
             His
             Battel
             ,
             Wings
             ,
             of
             Infantry
             and
             Horse
             ;
          
           
             Inspecting
             next
             if
             their
             Souls
             vig'rous
             force
          
           
             Stood
             on
             their
             Looks
             ,
             and
             how
             each
             Persons
             Face
          
           
             Spoke
             daring
             Conduct
             in
             his
             Martial
             place
             .
          
           
             'Mongst
             these
             ,
             as
             Valours
             Ornament
             ,
             he
             saw
          
           
             Best
             Peers
             and
             Gentry
             Glistring
             Swords
             to
             draw
             .
          
           
             Not
             readier
             to
             Command
             then
             to
             Obey
             ,
          
           
             Where
             Voluntiers
             they
             rank'd
             themselves
             that
             day
             .
          
           
             Mingled
             with
             these
             he
             more
             Intent
             beheld
          
           
             Some
             by
             him
             least
             oblig'd
             or
             favour'd
             hrld
             ,
          
           
             T'
             inlarge
             his
             Royal
             Files
             did
             there
             resort
             ,
          
           
             Without
             expected
             Gift
             or
             Place
             from
             Court.
          
           
           
             Whilst
             others
             by
             his
             Royal
             Bounty
             rais'd
          
           
             To
             Honour
             ,
             Wealth
             ,
             ne're
             in
             their
             '
             Scutcheons
             blaz'd
             ;
          
           
             Ingratefully
             from
             his
             Just
             Cause
             withdrew
             ,
          
           
             Or
             'gainst
             him
             did
             worst
             Renegado's
             shew
             .
          
           
             Which
             frontless
             guilt
             when
             well
             the
             King
             compar'd
          
           
             With
             such
             ,
             full-Soul'd
             with
             Duty
             ,
             him
             rever'd
             ;
          
           
             Their
             Loyalty
             unpamper'd
             by
             his
             Gifts
             ,
          
           
             Whilst
             Falshood
             had
             in
             others
             gainfull
             shifts
             .
          
           
             How
             might
             this
             Prince
             hope
             Heaven
             his
             Crown
             won'd
             right
             ,
          
           
             Since
             Conscience
             thus
             for
             him
             won
             hearts
             to
             sight
             ?
          
           
             When
             Factions
             did
             the
             Houses
             Votes
             maintain
             ,
          
           
             Blended
             with
             various
             Interests
             and
             Gain
             .
          
           
             Some
             Bankrupt
             Commons
             and
             of
             Gentry
             such
          
           
             Who
             safe
             Estates
             and
             Lives
             would
             others
             grudge
             :
          
           
             And
             purposely
             Commotions
             did
             Create
             ,
          
           
             To
             share
             Large
             Gleanings
             by
             their
             Nation
             's
             Fate
             :
          
           
             Which
             gave
             the
             King
             occasion
             to
             deplore
             ,
          
           
             Where
             his
             Arms
             lost
             they
             lessen'd
             Virtues
             Store
             ;
          
           
             And
             could
             but
             low
             retaliation
             find
             ,
          
           
             If
             Bloud
             they
             vanquish'd
             mean
             or
             unresin'd
             .
          
           
           
             Essex
             ,
             whose
             Talent
             was
             in
             words
             not
             great
             ,
          
           
             Or
             like
             such
             Chiefs
             whose
             Oratory's
             heat
          
           
             The
             fervour
             of
             their
             Militants
             could
             raise
             ,
          
           
             And
             by
             apt
             Speech
             and
             Conduct
             mingle
             praise
             :
          
           
             Yet
             Lest
             his
             Soul
             too
             heavy
             seem'd
             to
             fill
          
           
             His
             Organs
             ,
             or
             unbent
             his
             Armed
             Will
             ,
          
           
             He
             boldly
             own'd
             to
             Heaven
             ,
             a
             specious
             way
             ,
          
           
             His
             Lawless
             Cause
             as
             he
             pres●…'d
             to
             pray
          
           
             With
             Canting
             Teach●…
             ,
             who
             could
             Prayers
             devise
          
           
             And
             Texts
             expound
             Rebellion
             to
             disguise
             :
          
           
             Besitting
             well
             the
             Factions
             of
             those
             Times
             ,
          
           
             And
             men
             who
             fought
             and
             begg'd
             success
             for
             Crimes
             .
          
           
             Thus
             ,
             to
             his
             Name
             's
             reproach
             ,
             his
             Files
             he
             Led
          
           
             In
             Keinton-Field
             against
             his
             Nations
             Head
             :
          
           
             Where
             soon
             both
             Armies
             furiously
             Engage
             ,
          
           
             That
             English
             might
             kill
             English
             on
             that
             Stage
             .
          
           
             When
             first
             from
             loudest
             Canons
             Bullets
             slew
          
           
             And
             Ranks
             of
             Men
             at
             remote
             distance
             slew
             .
          
           
             Some
             view'd
             their
             sever'd
             Limbs
             e're
             they
             could
             dye
          
           
             In
             parts
             by
             Deaths
             severest
             Cruelty
             .
          
           
           
             Others
             were
             slain
             outright
             by
             one
             huge
             blow
             ,
          
           
             And
             happy
             whom
             such
             Guns
             had
             killed
             so
             :
          
           
             Or
             were
             by
             stunning
             Shot
             bereav'd
             of
             breath
             ,
          
           
             As
             Canons
             ,
             without
             wound
             ,
             enforc'd
             their
             death
             .
          
           
             Some
             Horse
             throw
             Riders
             wanting
             Limbs
             to
             tread
             ,
          
           
             Others
             by
             Bullets
             torn
             in
             halfs
             lay
             dead
             .
          
           
             Thus
             with
             Man's
             Fate
             the
             servile
             Beast
             complies
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             Wars
             method
             most
             alike
             him
             dies
             .
          
           
             This
             Thund'ring
             Prologue
             ceas'd
             ,
             the
             Scene
             did
             fill
          
           
             With
             thicker
             Mischiefs
             ,
             tho'
             less
             Engines
             kill
             .
          
           
             Which
             Musket's
             close
             opposing
             Peals
             convey
             ,
          
           
             Numerous
             as
             Attoms
             when
             the
             burning
             day
          
           
             Provokes
             their
             intermingled
             globulous
             flight
             ,
          
           
             And
             by
             their
             adverse
             motions
             seem
             to
             sight
             .
          
           
             Which
             Slaughter
             past
             another
             did
             ensue
             ,
          
           
             That
             gives
             some
             death
             who
             had
             scap'd
             Powders
             blow
             .
          
           
             And
             did
             as
             dismal
             Prospects
             soon
             expose
             ,
          
           
             As
             these
             fierce
             Legions
             closer
             fought
             their
             Foes
             .
          
           
             Foot
             against
             Foot
             their
             brandish'd
             Pikes
             imploy
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             bold
             Stands
             no
             less
             the
             Horse
             annoy
             .
          
           
           
             Such
             soonest
             fall
             as
             wou'd
             most
             daring
             live
             ,
          
           
             In
             so
             short
             time
             Fames
             Stage
             can
             Honour
             give
             .
          
           
             But
             now
             as
             Fortune
             wou'd
             the
             King
             assist
             ,
          
           
             Or
             teach
             his
             daring
             Foes
             less
             to
             resist
             :
          
           
             His
             Cavalry
             with
             furious
             drift
             had
             chas'd
          
           
             Th'
             Enemies
             Horse
             on
             their
             Right-Wing
             were
             plac'd
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             vanquish'd
             through
             this
             spacious
             Field
             they
             fly
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             thought
             to
             stop
             howe're
             by
             flight
             they
             dye
             .
          
           
             So
             strangely
             fear
             produc'd
             Ignoble
             haste
             ,
          
           
             Tho'
             Fate
             they
             prov'd
             o'retook
             their
             Lives
             too
             fast
             .
          
           
             Great
             Rupert
             who
             the
             Royal
             Cavalry
             Led
             ,
          
           
             And
             had
             too
             far
             pursu'd
             Brigades
             that
             fled
             ,
          
           
             Remembred
             then
             the
             Friends
             he
             left
             behind
             ,
          
           
             And
             how
             distress'd
             perhaps
             he
             them
             should
             find
             .
          
           
             With
             whom
             the
             King
             might
             highest
             dangers
             share
             ,
          
           
             Untill
             relieved
             by
             his
             Valiant
             Care.
          
           
             Thus
             he
             presag'd
             ,
             and
             in
             his
             Mighty
             Mind
             ,
          
           
             As
             much
             his
             boundless
             Valour
             then
             repin'd
             ;
          
           
             That
             had
             surpass'd
             occasions
             Limits
             so
             ,
          
           
             As
             Fortunes
             Time
             did
             from
             him
             backward
             go
             .
          
           
           
             Whose
             Minutes
             slipt
             she
             proudly
             does
             disdain
          
           
             The
             self-same
             favours
             to
             bestow
             again
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             in
             that
             hasty
             hour
             the
             Thirst
             of
             Spoils
          
           
             Too
             soon
             had
             mingled
             with
             his
             Soldiers
             Toyls
             .
          
           
             Some
             seizing
             Baggage
             of
             the
             op'lent
             slain
             ,
          
           
             When
             others
             vaster
             Booty
             strove
             to
             gain
             .
          
           
             Their
             Fatal
             Profit
             ,
             as
             too
             early
             they
          
           
             Would
             have
             the
             Gleaning
             of
             the
             Field
             that
             day
             .
          
           
             Which
             by
             this
             Prince
             discern'd
             ,
             with
             res'lute
             Brow
          
           
             And
             highest
             Indignation
             bids
             them
             throw
          
           
             To
             earth
             mean
             Pillage
             ,
             and
             with
             boldest
             Might
          
           
             Return
             with
             him
             unbroken
             Ranks
             to
             sight
             .
          
           
             Being
             rally'd
             thus
             ,
             like
             Billows
             on
             the
             Main
          
           
             That
             with
             more
             furious
             Tides
             revolve
             again
             ,
          
           
             He
             forc'd
             his
             passage
             back
             through
             Armed
             Foes
             ,
          
           
             And
             Horse
             and
             Man
             Impetuously
             o'rethrows
             .
          
           
             His
             Soul
             Impatient
             to
             accomplish
             more
          
           
             Then
             he
             had
             left
             behind
             undone
             before
             .
          
           
             Yet
             could
             not
             his
             Attempts
             ,
             though
             prais'd
             by
             Fame
             ,
          
           
             Prevent
             the
             froward
             Cast
             of
             Fortunes
             Game
             ;
          
           
           
             When
             the
             Essexians
             with
             great
             Valour
             fought
             ,
          
           
             And
             the
             King's
             Battel
             unto
             hardship
             brought
             .
          
           
             Whose
             Valiant
             Infa●…ry
             tho'
             o'repowr'd
             with
             force
             ,
          
           
             At
             once
             Encountred
             t●…
             both
             Foot
             and
             Horse
             .
          
           
             Whence
             many
             various
             sad
             effects
             ensu'd
             ,
          
           
             As
             here
             Death
             had
             her
             T●…k
             Scene
             pursu'd
             .
          
           
             The
             hardy
             Pikemen
             that
             sometime
             withstood
          
           
             The
             strenuous
             Charge
             of
             Horse
             with
             loss
             of
             Bloud
             :
          
           
             'Mongst
             Broken
             Foot
             ,
             defended
             least
             by
             flight
             ,
          
           
             In
             much
             disorder
             was
             enforc'd
             to
             fight
             .
          
           
             Their
             Front
             compell'd
             to
             mingle
             with
             the
             Reare
             ,
          
           
             And
             many
             kill'd
             confus'dly
             sighting
             there
             .
          
           
             Some
             trod
             to
             death
             by
             Horse
             in
             furious
             hast
             ,
          
           
             Others
             by
             Cruel
             Leisure
             fell
             more
             fast
             .
          
           
             Too
             many
             can't
             resist
             ,
             resist
             wou'd
             fain
             ,
          
           
             So
             much
             their
             Valour
             of
             their
             Fate
             did
             gain
             .
          
           
             Such
             Gen'rous
             Chiefs
             as
             could
             no
             longer
             guide
          
           
             Their
             bravest
             Conduct
             'gainst
             the
             prevailing
             side
             ,
          
           
             With
             their
             distressed
             Militants
             now
             yield
          
           
             To
             fall
             the
             Glory
             of
             this
             Bloudy
             Field
             .
          
           
           
             Where
             Fortune
             dreadfull
             revolutions
             wrought
             ,
          
           
             As
             if
             the
             Destinies
             her
             Aid
             had
             sought
             .
          
           
             When
             Valiant
             Bands
             ,
             which
             like
             a
             Sacred
             fence
          
           
             Had
             stood
             the
             Royal
             Standards
             stout
             defence
             ,
          
           
             Disorder'd
             were
             ,
             yet
             then
             disdain'd
             to
             fly
             ;
          
           
             Or
             cease
             to
             fight
             ,
             but
             as
             they
             'd
             fighting
             die
             .
          
           
             Belford
             who
             res'lutely
             his
             Squadrons
             Led
          
           
             To
             force
             their
             room
             by
             laying
             Files
             first
             dead
             ,
          
           
             With
             Steps
             well
             dy'd
             in
             Bloud
             a
             passage
             made
          
           
             Where
             the
             King
             's
             Standard's
             Glory
             was
             display'd
             .
          
           
             Which
             matchiess
             Trophy
             he
             aim'd
             to
             surprize
          
           
             As
             his
             bold
             Present
             to
             the
             Houses
             eyes
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             Loyal
             *
             Varney
             ,
             who
             with
             Valiant
             Trust
          
           
             That
             highest
             Ensign's
             safety
             hop'd
             to
             boast
             ;
          
           
             As
             he
             with
             signal
             Prowess
             sometime
             stood
          
           
             Unconquer'd
             tho'
             expending
             Streams
             of
             Bloud
             ,
          
           
             And
             as
             Life
             had
             thus
             bravely
             from
             him
             fled
             ,
          
           
             The
             Standard
             fast
             supported
             held
             when
             dead
             .
          
           
           
             But
             this
             Knight's
             fall
             ,
             tho'
             in
             desert
             alone
          
           
             Enough
             to
             save
             that
             Emblem
             of
             the
             Throne
             ,
          
           
             Could
             not
             without
             conjoyn'd
             Atchievments
             bring
             ,
          
           
             Sufficient
             rescue
             to
             their
             a
             Figur'd
             King.
             
          
           
             Which
             Glory
             valiant
             b
             Smith
             with
             others
             gain'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             retire
             the
             Enemy
             constrain'd
             .
          
           
             A
             Prowess
             with
             their
             Fame
             must
             still
             survive
             ,
          
           
             Whilst
             deeds
             in
             Keinton-field
             with
             Story
             live
             .
          
           
             What
             Epithites
             in
             Verse
             can
             aptly
             raise
             ,
          
           
             Trophees
             ,
             that
             may
             perpetuate
             their
             praise
             .
          
           
             Or
             History
             that
             gives
             Truth
             such
             a
             Test
             ,
          
           
             As
             Famous
             deeds
             are
             thence
             recorded
             best
             .
          
           
             Too
             Numerous
             for
             my
             Measures
             to
             preserve
             ,
          
           
             Or
             what
             my
             Muse
             may
             doubt
             she
             can't
             deserve
             .
          
           
             The
             day
             just
             spent
             (
             and
             well
             it
             happen'd
             so
          
           
             When
             both
             sides
             still
             to
             fight
             resolv'd
             did
             show
             )
          
           
             As
             if
             Heav'ns
             Conduct
             auxiously
             took
             care
             ,
          
           
             How
             Men
             against
             their
             wills
             should
             Mankind
             spare
             .
          
           
           
             And
             thus
             Night
             sever'd
             both
             these
             mighty
             Powers
             ,
          
           
             So
             fiercely
             was
             Imploy'd
             that
             days
             sad
             hours
             .
          
           
             Night
             ,
             in
             which
             Terrors
             most
             accost
             man's
             thought
             ,
          
           
             And
             shapes
             bad
             deeds
             in
             worser
             forms
             then
             wrought
             ;
          
           
             What
             apprehensions
             might
             her
             hour's
             instill
             ,
          
           
             On
             such
             ,
             whose
             latest
             Guilt
             had
             been
             to
             kill
             .
          
           
             Nor
             did
             the
             rising
             day
             to
             them
             appear
             ,
          
           
             Less
             dismall
             to
             their
             Conscious
             Crimes
             or
             fear
             .
          
           
             The
             Sun
             beheld
             far
             more
             then
             usuall
             red
             ,
          
           
             If
             not
             his
             blush
             when
             view'd
             the
             blood
             here
             shed
             .
          
           
             As
             sometimes
             Heaven
             does
             prodigies
             bestow
             ,
          
           
             To
             Frighten
             Mortalls
             for
             Misdeeds
             below
             .
          
           
             And
             might
             then
             op'rate
             whilst
             with
             like
             decree
             ,
          
           
             Both
             Armies
             quit
             the
             Field
             ,
             yet
             neither
             flee
             .
          
           
             Essex
             to
             Warwick
             does
             his
             Forces
             guide
             ,
          
           
             Enough
             exulting
             that
             his
             Stubborn
             side
          
           
             The
             King
             's
             had
             sought
             ,
             and
             unsuppress'd
             cou'd
             own
             ,
          
           
             Such
             spoils
             of
             Dead
             and
             Living
             his
             were
             known
             .
          
           
             And
             what
             Fate
             most
             peculiarly
             did
             prize
             ,
          
           
             Brave
             Lindsey
             (
             after
             made
             his
             Pris'ner
             )
             dyes
             .
          
           
           
             Lindsey
             ,
             whose
             great
             Example
             valour
             taught
             ,
          
           
             In
             perills
             bold
             ,
             yet
             these
             not
             heedless
             sought
             ;
          
           
             A
             Captain
             aptly
             in
             a
             Hero
             Joyn'd
             ,
          
           
             As
             is
             for
             Honours
             Master-piece
             design'd
             .
          
           
             And
             in
             that
             days
             fierce
             Harrass
             like
             a
             Chief
          
           
             Of
             Infantry
             ,
             On
             Foot
             led
             Foot
             's
             relief
             ;
          
           
             Till
             overpower'd
             ,
             and
             weaken'd
             much
             by
             wound
             ,
          
           
             His
             foes
             him
             seiz'd
             ,
             near
             dead
             upon
             the
             ground
             .
          
           
             Compleated
             thus
             his
             Memory
             does
             Claim
          
           
             A
             lasting
             mention
             from
             the
             Tongue
             of
             Fame
             .
          
           
             The
             King
             his
             Camp
             to
             Oxford
             next
             remov'd
             ,
          
           
             Where
             his
             Commands
             were
             full
             obey'd
             and
             lov'd
             .
          
           
             As
             Arts
             to
             ●mpire
             must
             obsequions
             be
             ,
          
           
             And
             Measure
             thence
             their
             best
             Felicity
             .
          
           
             The
             Court
             and
             Camp
             no
             sooner
             settl'd
             here
             ,
          
           
             〈◊〉
             fresh
             Emergencies
             of
             War
             appear
             .
          
           
             〈◊〉
             ,
             on
             which
             the
             King
             did
             most
             reflect
             ,
          
           
             As
             a
             wide
             source
             whence
             slow'd
             the
             sighting
             Sect
             :
          
           
             That
             for
             the
             Houses
             s●…cest
             did
             oppose
             :
          
           
             To
             check
             which
             heat
             he
             did
             this
             season
             chuse
             .
          
           
           
             Besides
             he
             judg'd
             that
             in
             that
             Mighty
             Town
          
           
             Were
             many
             Subjects
             highly
             did
             disown
          
           
             The
             Interest
             ,
             which
             the
             Factious
             manag'd
             there
             ,
          
           
             And
             might
             abate
             if
             his
             Force
             nearer
             were
             .
          
           
             But
             London's
             Temper
             would
             not
             then
             Endure
          
           
             To
             cease
             Rebellion
             by
             his
             force
             or
             Cure.
          
           
             T'
             approach
             that
             Town
             to
             Bransord
             he
             arrives
             ,
          
           
             Where
             Silver
             Thames
             its
             usefull
             Current
             guides
             :
          
           
             And
             like
             Vicissitude
             in
             Humane
             things
             ,
          
           
             An
             Intercourse
             of
             Ebb
             and
             Flowing
             brings
             .
          
           
             But
             here
             he
             finds
             his
             March
             obstructed
             so
             ,
          
           
             That
             he
             must
             sight
             or
             else
             not
             forward
             go
             .
          
           
             The
             Streets
             and
             Avennues
             with
             Men
             beset
             ,
          
           
             Who
             here
             (
             surviving
             Keinton-field
             )
             had
             met
             ;
          
           
             And
             with
             like
             resolution
             durst
             defy
             ,
          
           
             The
             sorce
             Conducted
             by
             arm'd
             Majesty
             .
          
           
             
             Hollis's
             Regiment
             being
             first
             at
             hand
             ,
          
           
             Was
             led
             to
             combate
             by
             his
             bold
             Command
             .
          
           
             Soon
             were
             the
             Streets
             with
             gashly
             slaughters
             fill'd
             :
          
           
             Some
             Houses
             Ransack'd
             ,
             and
             their
             owners
             kill'd
             ;
          
           
           
             The
             Town
             obscur'd
             from
             sight
             by
             smoak
             and
             fire
             ,
          
           
             As
             if
             with
             Lives
             designed
             to
             expire
             .
          
           
             The
             Kings
             stout
             foot
             that
             wou'd
             not
             yield
             to
             be
             ,
          
           
             Repuls'd
             by
             dangers
             worst
             Extremity
             :
          
           
             Had
             the
             opposing
             Infantry
             Compell'd
             ,
          
           
             To
             quit
             the
             Post
             which
             they
             so
             dauntless
             held
             .
          
           
             And
             full
             of
             Resolution
             did
             proceed
             ,
          
           
             To
             give
             their
             Vigorous
             force
             more
             Gallant
             speed
             .
          
           
             Untill
             observ'd
             that
             London
             Powers
             were
             brought
             ,
          
           
             To
             aid
             the
             Squadrons
             that
             already
             fought
             ,
          
           
             Then
             which
             ;
             Not
             Mighty
             Seaven-hill'd
             Rome
             had
             shown
             ,
          
           
             Legions
             more
             splendid
             Arm'd
             ,
             and
             expert
             known
             ;
          
           
             Tho'
             their
             unhappy
             Guilt
             that
             bloudy
             time
             ,
          
           
             To
             be
             Defenders
             of
             their
             Senat
             's
             Crime
             .
          
           
             These
             Essex
             heads
             in
             hopes
             next
             to
             repair
             ,
          
           
             His
             Parties
             loss
             ,
             so
             much
             the
             Zealous
             care
          
           
             Of
             many
             smart
             and
             Comely
             City
             Dames
             ,
          
           
             Who
             to
             his
             Strenuous
             Cause
             apply'd
             their
             Flames
             :
          
           
             And
             might
             his
             Manhood
             else
             not
             much
             regard
             ,
          
           
             As
             doubting
             he
             too
             long
             liv'd
             Nature's
             Ward
             .
          
           
           
             The
             King
             who
             did
             in
             this
             Conjuncture
             know
          
           
             Timely
             the
             Reinforcements
             of
             the
             Foe
             ,
          
           
             Consults
             such
             Chiefs
             in
             Conduct
             most
             excell'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             round
             his
             Person
             no
             less
             great
             beheld
             ;
          
           
             Then
             famous
             Hero's
             did
             of
             old
             appear
             ,
          
           
             When
             Arm'd
             in
             Field's
             they
             King's
             Advisers
             were
             .
          
           
             And
             as
             Fame
             does
             such
             high
             concernments
             blaze
             ,
          
           
             Her
             Warlike
             records
             must
             these
             Worthies
             praise
             :
          
           
             Who
             did
             their
             subtle
             Enemies
             deseat
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             despite
             of
             more
             as
             bold
             retreat
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             with
             nine
             Ensigns
             won
             ,
             and
             other
             Spoyls
             ,
          
           
             The
             Royal
             Army
             then
             renown'd
             their
             Toyles
             .
          
           
             Tho'
             Kings
             by
             Martiall
             Glory
             least
             obtain
             ,
          
           
             When
             by
             their
             Subjects
             loss
             they
             Trophies
             gain
             .
          
           
             Or
             so
             inforc'd
             to
             Vindicate
             their
             Right
             ,
          
           
             As
             their
             just
             Arms
             must
             their
             delinquents
             sight
             .
          
           
             Who
             as
             their
             Swords
             in
             battell
             Princes
             daro
             ,
          
           
             From
             dread
             of
             Justice
             Mercy
             next
             despair
             .
          
           
             Nor
             Law
             Infring'd
             more
             Resolute
             defy
             ,
          
           
             Then
             Conscience
             ,
             the
             Soul
             's
             inward
             Majesty
             .
          
           
           
             Now
             had
             the
             Sun
             his
             Autumn
             Glory
             spent
             ,
          
           
             When
             longer
             hours
             of
             Cold
             to
             Night
             were
             lent
             .
          
           
             And
             fields
             did
             in
             their
             fading
             Green
             appear
             ,
          
           
             The
             Change
             of
             Livery
             Nature
             gives
             the
             year
             .
          
           
             Which
             season
             not
             admitting
             longer
             stay
             ,
          
           
             Abroad
             for
             Arm'd
             ,
             both
             sides
             withdrew
             their
             way
             .
          
           
             So
             Bees
             in
             Clusters
             from
             fierce
             Battles
             Come
             ,
          
           
             By
             cold
             enforc'd
             unto
             their
             waxen
             Home
             :
          
           
             Untill
             refresh'd
             by
             ease
             and
             warmer
             Air
             ,
          
           
             Their
             busy
             files
             to
             sight
             again
             prepare
             .
          
           
             Essex
             near
             London
             does
             his
             Quarters
             spread
             ,
          
           
             Where
             by
             the
             Houses
             Votes
             they
             're
             warmly
             sed
             .
          
           
             And
             nothing's
             wanted
             might
             his
             loss
             Recruit
             ,
          
           
             At
             Keinton-Field
             ,
             or
             Bransord's
             later
             Rout.
          
           
             Yet
             Neither
             Boasted
             strength
             ,
             or
             joys
             best
             Guise
             ,
          
           
             Could
             tears
             repell
             from
             the
             Lamenting
             Eyes
          
           
             That
             griev'd
             for
             dear
             Relations
             wanted
             were
             ,
          
           
             As
             in
             Death's
             Muster
             read
             their
             Numbers
             are
             .
          
           
             Tho'
             Pop'lar
             Conducts
             such
             Accompts
             most
             hide
             ,
          
           
             Lest
             People
             thence
             their
             dangers
             less
             abide
             .
          
           
           
             Or
             from
             the
             sum
             of
             Lives
             profusely
             lost
             ,
          
           
             Perceive
             how
             dear
             such
             aid
             themselves
             must
             Cost
             .
          
           
             The
             Royall
             force
             to
             Oxford
             next
             return'd
             ,
          
           
             Where
             Joy's
             were
             high
             and
             some
             disasters
             mourn'd
             .
          
           
             As
             with
             Auspitious
             deeds
             of
             Warr
             appear
             ,
          
           
             Bays
             that
             must
             needs
             some
             sanguine
             Tincture
             bear
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             here
             the
             Court
             ,
             that
             had
             with
             spendour
             fix'd
             ,
          
           
             Shin'd
             as
             with
             fading
             Glories
             Intermix'd
             .
          
           
             Where
             Noble
             Matrons
             fear'd
             what
             Threads
             of
             Life
          
           
             Fate
             wou'd
             allow
             their
             Consorts
             in
             this
             Strife
             .
          
           
             No
             less
             did
             Beauties
             (
             fain
             would
             Love
             espouse
             )
          
           
             Dread
             in
             their
             Lovers
             more
             then
             Life
             to
             loose
             .
          
           
             Which
             high
             Asllictions
             Civil
             War
             does
             find
          
           
             To
             throw
             on
             best
             repose
             of
             Humane
             Kind
             .
          
           
             Yet
             now
             as
             Fame
             her
             Festival
             wou'd
             raise
             ,
          
           
             For
             Celebration
             unto
             future
             days
             :
          
           
             Her
             Record
             swift
             she
             sends
             on
             Rum'rous
             Wing
             ,
          
           
             As
             her
             high
             Present
             to
             be
             given
             the
             King
             :
          
           
             By
             which
             from
             his
             Illustrious
             Queen
             was
             known
          
           
             Her
             Person
             safe
             ,
             and
             soon
             would
             meet
             his
             own
             ;
          
           
           
             Tho'
             Neptune
             more
             her
             Greatness
             to
             display
             ,
          
           
             Allow'd
             his
             boldest
             Seas
             t'opose
             her
             way
             .
          
           
             Which
             did
             the
             far
             admiring
             world
             inform
             ;
          
           
             How
             she
             ,
             Our
             Heroine
             ,
             vanquish'd
             Waves
             and
             Storm
             .
          
           
             Great
             Maro
             so
             did
             Fam'd
             Eneas
             blaze
             ,
          
           
             His
             Glory
             heighten'd
             on
             the
             highest
             Seas
             .
          
           
             The
             King
             whose
             Love
             was
             servent
             to
             his
             Queen
             ,
          
           
             By
             whom
             he
             ,
             to
             her
             Fame
             ,
             oblig'd
             had
             been
             ,
          
           
             As
             she
             his
             Cause
             did
             to
             her
             peril
             aid
             :
          
           
             To
             meet
             her
             Person
             no
             delay
             he
             made
             .
          
           
             Attended
             by
             the
             Eminent
             of
             his
             Court
             ,
          
           
             Fully
             compleated
             in
             their
             Noblest
             sort
             .
          
           
             Beside
             applauded
             Beauties
             that
             did
             wait
          
           
             On
             this
             so
             high
             Concern
             of
             Love
             and
             State.
          
           
             That
             Poets
             thence
             may
             future
             Copies
             take
             ,
          
           
             When
             they
             'd
             Diana's
             Chorus
             brightest
             speak
             .
          
           
             Next
             unto
             these
             their
             Hero's
             did
             attend
             ,
          
           
             Whom
             ●ame
             for
             Warlike
             Deeds
             could
             best
             commend
             .
          
           
             Edge-Hill
             ,
             so
             near
             to
             Keinton-Field
             adjoyn'd
             ,
          
           
             Was
             then
             the
             Sphere
             where
             all
             these
             Lustres
             shin'd
             .
          
           
           
             Tho'
             Mortals
             that
             would
             bad
             Presages
             make
          
           
             From
             accidental
             Causes
             or
             Mistake
             ,
          
           
             Might
             wonder
             that
             this
             Scene
             should
             here
             display
             ,
          
           
             Where
             Time
             must
             still
             Inroll
             a
             Bloudy
             day
             :
          
           
             As
             if
             that
             Heaven
             by
             Circumstantial
             things
          
           
             Foretold
             Disasters
             ,
             which
             the
             Future
             brings
             .
          
           
             The
             Queen
             whose
             Meen
             and
             Looks
             was
             Great
             beheld
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             her
             Persons
             figure
             too
             excell'd
             .
          
           
             More
             Comely
             did
             to
             distant
             eyes
             appear
          
           
             Then
             fullest
             Moon
             when
             shining
             in
             her
             Sphere
             .
          
           
             As
             here
             the
             King
             his
             Consort
             did
             behold
             ,
          
           
             High
             Wonder
             did
             a
             while
             his
             words
             withhold
             .
          
           
             To
             shew
             her
             then
             Attractions
             pierc'd
             him
             more
          
           
             Then
             all
             the
             Darts
             that
             she
             had
             beam'd
             before
             :
          
           
             Which
             high
             surprise
             did
             on
             his
             Soul
             impose
          
           
             A
             Sense
             ,
             above
             what
             Speech
             could
             soon
             disclose
             :
          
           
             Untill
             his
             Thoughts
             found
             strength
             enough
             to
             tell
          
           
             How
             far
             she
             did
             Supreamest
             praise
             excell
             :
          
           
             And
             to
             what
             Peril
             she
             her
             Life
             resign'd
             ,
          
           
             To
             be
             more
             Great
             to
             his
             Assistance
             joyn'd
             .
          
           
           
             To
             which
             the
             Queen
             with
             humble
             Greatness
             said
             ,
          
           
             What
             Earthly
             Glory
             higher
             is
             obey'd
             ,
          
           
             Or
             Power
             of
             Love
             ,
             if
             lasting
             Time
             thence
             know
          
           
             That
             I
             your
             Virtue
             no
             less
             lov'd
             then
             you
             .
          
           
             A
             Greatness
             which
             my
             Life
             too
             cheap
             had
             cost
             ,
          
           
             If
             I
             had
             for
             your
             sake
             in
             Storms
             been
             lost
             .
          
           
             When
             late
             th'assaulting
             Billows
             of
             the
             Main
          
           
             Oppos'd
             my
             safe
             return
             to
             you
             again
             .
          
           
             And
             Winds
             so
             highly
             Combated
             in
             Course
             ,
          
           
             As
             if
             to
             Seas
             in
             Skies
             my
             Wreck
             they
             'd
             force
             .
          
           
             Tho'
             Love
             then
             gave
             me
             such
             Heroick
             power
             ,
          
           
             That
             most
             your
             Loss
             in
             Me
             ,
             I
             fear'd
             that
             hour
             :
          
           
             'Till
             Heaven
             whose
             Scepter
             Boundless
             Flouds
             obey
             ,
          
           
             Through
             their
             deep
             dangers
             me
             did
             safe
             convey
             :
          
           
             With
             Valiant
             Numbers
             fresh
             esteem
             have
             won
          
           
             In
             distant
             Climes
             ;
             may
             that
             be
             far
             outdone
          
           
             As
             they
             your
             Aid
             and
             Safety
             do
             assist
             ,
          
           
             How
             stubborn
             e're
             your
             Foes
             shall
             dare
             resist
             .
          
           
             And
             should
             these
             not
             Success
             for
             you
             obtain
             ,
          
           
             Worse
             Seas
             I
             'de
             venture
             more
             Recruits
             to
             gain
             .
          
           
           
             Tho'
             Merit
             seems
             too
             narrow
             for
             my
             Breast
             ,
          
           
             Who
             in
             your
             Love
             am
             more
             intirely
             blest
             .
          
           
             And
             if
             Kings
             Beds
             throughout
             the
             World
             were
             seen
             ,
          
           
             Yours
             wou'd
             contain
             the
             most
             obliged
             Queen
             .
          
           
             What
             Admirations
             might
             this
             Dialogue
             bring
             ,
          
           
             Or
             desert
             heighten
             in
             this
             Queen
             and
             King.
          
           
             Whilst
             throngs
             in
             Counties
             did
             applauding
             wait
          
           
             On
             their
             Great
             Persons
             ,
             'till
             with
             Royal
             State
          
           
             At
             Famous
             Oxford
             Gloriously
             arriv●d
             ;
          
           
             And
             which
             of
             Cities
             stands
             most
             beautify'd
          
           
             By
             Stately
             Colledges
             ,
             and
             Learning
             known
             ,
          
           
             And
             then
             the
             Center
             of
             the
             Camp
             and
             Throne
             .
          
           
             When
             for
             the
             welcome
             of
             the
             King
             and
             Queen
             ,
          
           
             This
             City
             was
             more
             great
             and
             splendid
             seen
             ,
          
           
             Then
             former
             time
             could
             her
             renown
             declare
             ,
          
           
             Or
             highest
             Orbe
             of
             Science
             in
             her
             Sphere
             .
          
           
             And
             as
             she
             then
             did
             Celebrate
             her
             Joys
             ,
          
           
             The
             Camp
             its
             mighty
             Engines
             too
             imploys
             ;
          
           
             Which
             as
             they
             figure
             best
             loud
             Tongues
             of
             Fame
             ,
          
           
             To
             Regions
             far
             applauses
             did
             proclaim
             .
          
           
           
             And
             next
             best
             Trumpets
             ,
             (
             Like
             to
             such
             of
             old
          
           
             By
             Mars
             held
             Sacred
             when
             their
             Charms
             more
             bold
          
           
             The
             Arm'd
             Inflam'd
             ,
             or
             for
             the
             Conquer'd
             Field
          
           
             Their
             loudest
             Musick
             did
             to
             Triumphs
             yield
             )
          
           
             Had
             ears
             remote
             delighted
             with
             their
             sound
             ,
          
           
             And
             Ecchoes
             that
             no
             voice
             before
             had
             found
             .
          
           
             And
             what
             did
             eyes
             as
             far
             remov'd
             imploy
          
           
             T'
             Admire
             the
             Skill
             was
             here
             and
             signs
             of
             Joy
             :
          
           
             The
             Famous
             Engineer
             had
             made
             by
             Art
          
           
             Bodies
             that
             acted
             beyond
             Natures
             part
             :
          
           
             When
             Fireworks
             did
             in
             vary'd
             Forms
             arise
             ;
          
           
             Some
             like
             to
             Meteors
             blazing
             in
             the
             Skies
             :
          
           
             Others
             like
             fiery
             Bullets
             seem'd
             to
             ●ly
             ,
          
           
             Or
             shot
             Granadoes
             Leaguer'd
             Towns
             do
             ply
             .
          
           
             Which
             being
             past
             ,
             the
             men
             whose
             active
             Might
          
           
             In
             Running
             ,
             Wrastling
             ,
             Shooting
             ,
             took
             delight
             :
          
           
             Or
             durst
             by
             hardy
             Arms
             for
             Prizes
             play
             ,
          
           
             In
             Imitation
             of
             Romes
             Ancient
             way
             ;
          
           
             Had
             places
             proper
             unto
             them
             assign'd
             ,
          
           
             Where
             Chiefs
             and
             Hero's
             as
             Spectators
             Joyn'd
             .
          
           
           
             And
             what
             sublimest
             does
             mans
             thought
             extend
             ,
          
           
             The
             Learn'd
             as
             Emulators
             did
             contend
          
           
             How
             their
             Address
             they
             should
             profoundest
             make
             ;
          
           
             Or
             in
             as
             many
             Tongues
             refin'dly
             speak
          
           
             As
             once
             th'Apostles
             did
             ,
             tho'
             Scriptures
             tell
          
           
             The
             Spirit
             on
             them
             for
             that
             purpose
             fell
             .
          
           
             Nor
             did
             the
             Eloquence
             of
             Schools
             outdo
          
           
             The
             Gloss
             which
             Preachers
             did
             on
             praise
             bestow
             .
          
           
             Tho'
             Holy
             Writ
             no
             Person
             did
             convey
          
           
             That
             like
             this
             King
             so
             well
             could
             Love
             and
             Pray
             .
          
           
             As
             full
             his
             Consort
             's
             Soul
             they
             had
             Admir'd
             ,
          
           
             If
             for
             Rome's
             sake
             they
             had
             been
             then
             Inspir'd
             .
          
           
             Next
             these
             some
             Poets
             gladly
             did
             dispense
             ,
          
           
             In
             this
             high
             Juncture
             ,
             their
             sublimest
             Sense
             .
          
           
             With
             what
             might
             most
             their
             Sovereigns
             Fame
             commend
          
           
             Whose
             Merit
             long
             on
             Feet
             of
             Verse
             should
             stand
             .
          
           
             Tho'
             of
             all
             Science
             ,
             least
             the
             Muses
             date
          
           
             Concessions
             that
             ,
             from
             Court
             ,
             their
             value
             rate
             .
          
           
             In
             which
             high
             Orb
             few
             Gawdy
             things
             admit
          
           
             Their
             smallest
             deference
             unto
             better
             Wit.
          
           
           
             A
             vain
             neglect
             most
             Pens
             dare
             boldly
             slight
             ,
          
           
             That
             can
             of
             Courts
             and
             Men
             resin'dly
             write
             .
          
           
             Which
             Glory
             then
             the
             Muses
             chiefly
             sought
             ,
          
           
             As
             that
             Kings
             Stile
             our
             Tongue
             had
             smoothness
             taught
             ▪
          
           
             Whose
             Book
             so
             matchless
             does
             his
             figure
             raise
             ,
          
           
             As
             his
             Soul
             perfects
             there
             Immortal
             praise
             ;
          
           
             And
             'gainst
             his
             Foes
             such
             Eloquence
             does
             spread
             ,
          
           
             That
             they
             will
             ever
             thence
             be
             conquer'd
             read
             .
          
           
             Well
             might
             Wise
             Poets
             him
             to
             Fame
             commend
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             Wit
             and
             Virtue
             Divine
             Glory
             blend
             .
          
           
             These
             Celebrations
             past
             ,
             the
             King
             and
             Queen
          
           
             No
             less
             Conspicuous
             in
             their
             Courts
             were
             seen
             .
          
           
             Where
             busy
             Joys
             and
             Whispers
             fill'd
             the
             Ear
             :
          
           
             If
             Joy
             ,
             could
             Joy
             be
             call'd
             and
             War
             so
             near
             ;
          
           
             Whose
             hours
             so
             roughly
             to
             their
             Periods
             flow
             ,
          
           
             That
             Heaven
             does
             them
             by
             Angry
             Stars
             foreshow
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           The
           THIRD
           BOOK
           .
        
         
           
             The
             Argument
             .
          
           
             
               The
               Wretched
               State
               of
               England
               in
               the
               Year
            
             
               Of
               Forty
               Three
               ,
               the
               Poet's
               Pencill
               draws
               .
            
             
               The
               King
               abus'd
               by
               false
               Intelligence
               ,
            
             
               (
               The
               Corrupt
               Minions
               oft
               ●ntriguing
               Art
               )
            
             
               The
               Authors
               Numbers
               in
               a
               borrow'd
               Name
            
             
               Full
               represent
               ,
               with
               
               Dornland's
               figure
               shown
               ,
            
             
               And
               for
               his
               Loyall
               praise
               ,
               by
               Power
               of
               Verse
               ,
            
             
               To
               after
               Story
               rais'd
               ,
               with
               how
               occurr'd
            
             
               The
               Councills
               ,
               Stratagems
               ,
               and
               deeds
               of
               Arms.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             THe
             year
             recover'd
             had
             it's
             usuall
             Spring
             ,
          
           
             When
             blooming
             hours
             Warrs
             fatall
             growth
             did
             Bring
             ,
          
           
             And
             Ecchoes
             did
             with
             Tim'rous
             Voice
             resound
          
           
             The
             dreadfull
             noise
             of
             Armed
             Troups
             around
             :
          
           
             As
             by
             them
             spacious
             Randevouz
             were
             fill'd
             ,
          
           
             Warrs
             Schools
             ,
             where
             Men
             in
             killing
             most
             excell'd
             ;
          
           
             Yet
             would
             th'
             effect
             of
             discipline
             that
             deem
             ,
          
           
             That
             War
             might
             have
             from
             wicked
             Art
             Esteem
             .
          
           
           
             Essex
             who
             had
             some
             time
             at
             London
             spent
             ,
          
           
             Enough
             regretted
             ,
             as
             the
             Houses
             Meant
             .
          
           
             His
             March
             by
             all
             their
             vigorous
             Votes
             to
             hast
             ,
          
           
             That
             he
             no
             time
             of
             Action
             then
             should
             wast
             .
          
           
             Or
             ,
             from
             deliberate
             thought
             ,
             dispose
             his
             mind
             ,
          
           
             Less
             Violent
             then
             their
             rigid
             Votes
             design'd
             .
          
           
             Which
             he
             their
             Armies
             Head
             might
             so
             diffuse
             ,
          
           
             As
             in
             that
             Body
             Nerves
             might
             vigour
             loose
             .
          
           
             The
             danger
             most
             they
             Fear'd
             by
             his
             delay
             ,
          
           
             And
             next
             him
             to
             confirm
             the
             smoothest
             way
             :
          
           
             Their
             Pop'lar
             Charms
             ,
             which
             most
             his
             soul
             did
             fit
             ,
          
           
             They
             ,
             
             Syren-like
             ,
             had
             Modell'd
             by
             their
             Wit.
          
           
             For
             which
             Address
             a
             Person
             they
             select
             ;
          
           
             Who
             thus
             begins
             ,
             If
             our
             Votes
             can
             effect
          
           
             Praises
             sufficient
             to
             compleat
             your
             worth
             ,
          
           
             Or
             deeds
             to
             come
             by
             Valour
             you
             'le
             bring
             forth
             :
          
           
             Know
             Great
             and
             Honoured
             Earl
             ,
             the
             Houses
             will
             ,
          
           
             By
             due
             Obsequiousness
             admire
             you
             still
             .
          
           
             Nor
             shall
             they
             your
             applause
             less
             valu'd
             deem
             ,
          
           
             Then
             worthy
             of
             the
             Height
             of
             their
             esteem
             .
          
           
           
             Tho'
             Envy
             mourn
             ,
             or
             talk
             her self
             then
             dumb
             ,
          
           
             To
             see
             our
             Crowds
             to
             you
             with
             Laurel
             come
             .
          
           
             You
             ,
             more
             then
             Chief
             ,
             did
             first
             espouse
             our
             Cause
             ,
          
           
             When
             Th●…
             by
             our
             displeas'd
             King
             and
             Laws
             .
          
           
             Your
             Father
             did
             to
             Pop'lar
             deeds
             add
             Grace
             ,
          
           
             Tho'
             Term'd
             by
             some
             the
             headstrong
             of
             his
             Race
             .
          
           
             Which
             Obl●●●y
             ,
             or
             Court
             design
             might
             blaze
             ,
          
           
             When
             dreading
             most
             the
             Compass
             of
             his
             praise
             .
          
           
             Contemn
             all
             Motives
             wou'd
             your
             conduct
             stay
             ,
          
           
             The
             Peopl●s
             〈◊〉
             oft
             Cools
             by
             small
             delay
             .
          
           
             The
             ●arl
             who
             little
             did
             applaud
             the
             Sense
          
           
             Of
             soothing
             words
             ,
             the
             dress
             of
             Eloquence
             :
          
           
             Or
             had
             for
             quick
             reply
             no
             ready
             brain
             ;
          
           
             Little
             return'd
             unto
             this
             speech
             again
             .
          
           
             Like
             one
             ,
             that
             wou'd
             be
             understood
             to
             be
          
           
             Their
             Creature
             by
             his
             prone
             Credulity
             .
          
           
             And
             next
             unto
             his
             Army
             did
             repair
             ,
          
           
             Where
             shouts
             like
             suddain
             winds
             flew
             through
             the
             Air.
          
           
             From
             which
             applauses
             ,
             and
             a
             soul
             well
             fill'd
          
           
             With
             such
             designs
             the
             Houses
             had
             instill'd
             ,
          
           
           
             Boldly
             resolv'd
             ,
             he
             do's
             towards
             Redding
             guide
          
           
             His
             Armies
             March
             ;
             a
             Town
             the
             Royall
             side
          
           
             Had
             strengthen'd
             well
             ,
             and
             Conduct
             duely
             plac'd
             ,
          
           
             That
             had
             with
             famous
             trust
             in
             War
             been
             grac'd
             .
          
           
             Redding
             a
             Borough
             of
             a
             large
             extent
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             greater
             far
             in
             the
             Emolument
             .
          
           
             Commodious
             Thames
             do's
             plenteously
             convey
             ,
          
           
             And
             opulent
             Freights
             from
             London
             stem
             their
             way
             .
          
           
             Besides
             a
             Pass
             ,
             that
             might
             no
             less
             withstand
          
           
             A
             far
             Commerce
             with
             England's
             East
             by
             Land.
          
           
             Which
             prejudice
             the
             Houses
             hop'd
             to
             Cease
             ,
          
           
             By
             soon
             Compelling
             by
             their
             Power
             that
             place
             .
          
           
             But
             e're
             this
             Town
             's
             vast
             Danger
             we
             rehearse
             ,
          
           
             Some
             things
             at
             Oxford
             first
             require
             our
             Verse
             .
          
           
             Which
             for
             their
             strangeness
             darkly
             Story'd
             are
             ,
          
           
             Or
             left
             for
             heedfull
             Poets
             to
             declare
             ;
          
           
             Whose
             thoughts
             do
             Records
             most
             remote
             sublime
             ,
          
           
             And
             perfect
             Deeds
             unfinish'd
             left
             by
             Time.
          
           
             Poets
             are
             Authors
             ,
             when
             they
             Actions
             tell
             ,
          
           
             That
             suit
             with
             Truth
             ,
             or
             it
             resemble
             well
             .
          
           
           
             And
             even
             the
             real
             Deeds
             I
             here
             pursue
             ,
          
           
             Seem
             no
             less
             strange
             ,
             then
             if
             allow'd
             untrue
             .
          
           
             Which
             did
             so
             vild
             from
             these
             Commotions
             spring
             ,
          
           
             That
             all
             their
             Changes
             did
             still
             worser
             bring
             .
          
           
             The
             King
             perplex'd
             ,
             how
             things
             might
             further
             tend
             ,
          
           
             (
             As
             Mediums
             bad
             with
             like
             effects
             do
             end
             )
          
           
             His
             Subjects
             ruin'd
             by
             a
             wretched
             War
             ;
          
           
             Some
             near
             him
             spoil'd
             ,
             whilst
             some
             from
             Countrys
             far
          
           
             Quit
             their
             Aboads
             ,
             whence
             they
             were
             forc'd
             to
             fly
          
           
             As
             Objects
             of
             their
             Nations
             Misery
             .
          
           
             The
             Gen'rous
             Born
             of
             their
             Estates
             bereft
             ,
          
           
             And
             unto
             Want
             and
             Wars
             wild
             Ruines
             left
             :
          
           
             Who
             thus
             despoil'd
             by
             men
             of
             Vulgar
             Race
             ,
          
           
             That
             strove
             to
             levell
             all
             above
             their
             place
             ,
          
           
             Were
             forc'd
             by
             Arms
             to
             vindicate
             their
             Right
             ,
          
           
             And
             ,
             to
             their
             loss
             the
             Low
             of
             Mankind
             fight
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             none
             by
             suff'ring
             more
             renown'd
             was
             known
          
           
             Then
             Valiant
             *
             Dornland
             ,
             in
             whose
             sigure
             shown
          
           
           
             The
             Muses
             Pencil
             Story
             may
             direct
             ,
          
           
             How
             there
             his
             Fame
             best
             Copy'd
             should
             be
             Left.
          
           
             Who
             having
             dangers
             Past
             ;
             and
             sharp
             distress
             ,
          
           
             His
             worthy
             Life
             ,
             and
             duty
             did
             address
             .
          
           
             And
             had
             affairs
             of
             that
             Importance
             brought
             ,
          
           
             As
             did
             require
             his
             Soveraigns
             Ear
             and
             Thought
             ,
          
           
             And
             witness'd
             that
             his
             future
             deeds
             shou'd
             be
          
           
             No
             Less
             renown'd
             for
             dauntless
             Loyalty
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             from
             delays
             ,
             and
             slights
             of
             Court
             he
             found
          
           
             Some
             (
             Tho'
             too
             near
             the
             King
             )
             in
             heart
             unsound
             .
          
           
             Who
             cou'd
             with
             flattering
             Mene
             their
             Courtships
             pay
          
           
             For
             Treacherous
             ends
             ,
             and
             Gain
             ,
             the
             subtlest
             way
             .
          
           
             Whence
             too
             Indulgent
             Princes
             often
             find
          
           
             Their
             Favours
             with
             their
             Fate
             too
             nearly
             Joyn'd
             .
          
           
             This
             Generous
             sufferer
             full
             perplex'd
             that
             he
          
           
             Could
             not
             yet
             meet
             sit
             Opportunity
             ,
          
           
             By
             which
             he
             to
             his
             Soveraign
             might
             convey
          
           
             Things
             that
             he
             found
             himself
             might
             safest
             say
             .
          
           
             At
             Last
             *
             Sydesmond
             passing
             by
             him
             saw
             ,
          
           
             To
             him
             he
             steps
             ,
             and
             said
             ,
             ere
             you
             withdraw
          
           
           
             Acquaint
             the
             King
             ,
             his
             Loyall
             Subject
             here
          
           
             Waits
             to
             Impart
             what
             's
             fit
             for
             him
             to
             hear
             .
          
           
             Sydesmond
             with
             a
             Glaring
             Parasits
             Look
          
           
             Surveying
             first
             the
             Man
             ,
             to
             him
             thus
             spoke
             .
          
           
             Alas
             !
             mean
             friend
             ,
             for
             thou
             in
             Cloaths
             seem'st
             poor
             ,
          
           
             And
             for
             thy
             wants
             perhaps
             woud'st
             Coin
             Implore
             .
          
           
             Could'st
             thou
             no
             better
             furnish'd
             now
             appear
             ;
          
           
             And
             hope
             ,
             for
             Cause
             of
             thine
             the
             Courtiers
             ear
             .
          
           
             We
             favours
             do
             to
             Sprucer
             Men
             convey
             ,
          
           
             And
             who
             no
             Less
             us
             quaintly
             give
             then
             pray
             .
          
           
             Perhaps
             thy
             person
             Merit
             wou'd
             Import
             ,
          
           
             Merit
             ,
             a
             Drugg
             that
             slowly
             vents
             at
             Court.
          
           
             The
             King's
             Cause
             glorys
             in
             their
             Sufferings
             most
          
           
             Wh'are
             Poor
             and
             Loyall
             at
             their
             proper
             Cost
             .
          
           
             If
             thou
             art
             So
             ,
             in
             time
             the
             King
             may
             know
          
           
             How
             many
             kind
             words
             he
             to
             thee
             does
             owe.
          
           
             And
             how
             thou
             dar'st
             thy
             person
             too
             expose
          
           
             With
             any
             Mony-Less
             against
             his
             foes
             .
          
           
             When
             if
             well
             maim'd
             perhaps
             I
             'le
             thee
             Commend
          
           
             Unto
             some
             Hospitall
             thy
             days
             to
             end
             .
          
           
           
             Aboads
             ,
             I
             grant
             ,
             few
             varnish'd
             Shrines
             Destow
          
           
             That
             half-Lim'd
             Hero's
             with
             their
             exployts
             show
             .
          
           
             Things
             which
             brave
             Souls
             will
             never
             there
             repine
             ,
          
           
             That
             can
             their
             reliques
             to
             their
             Crutch
             consine
             .
          
           
             Excuse
             my
             hast
             ,
             I
             must
             on
             Men
             attend
             ,
          
           
             Can
             frankly
             Give
             ,
             or
             will
             their
             money
             lend
             .
          
           
             All
             ways
             are
             welcome
             Treasure
             may
             disburse
          
           
             To
             wanting
             Courts
             ,
             or
             such
             as
             guide
             their
             Purse
             .
          
           
             Thy
             Name
             I
             should
             have
             ask'd
             ,
             or
             let
             it
             be
          
           
             (
             With
             thy
             Address
             )
             hereafter
             known
             to
             Me.
          
           
             
             Dornland's
             the
             Name
             (
             false
             Minion
             )
             I
             do
             own
             ,
          
           
             And
             wish
             you
             to
             your
             Prince
             ,
             so
             just
             were
             known
             .
          
           
             Whose
             Royal
             Cause
             I
             never
             did
             despair
             ,
          
           
             Or
             felt
             in
             Soul
             one
             mean
             relenting
             Care
             ,
          
           
             When
             other
             Loyalties
             did
             make
             their
             Halt
             ,
          
           
             Lest
             Ruine
             ,
             like
             to
             mine
             ,
             should
             them
             Assault
             .
          
           
             All
             this
             I
             quit
             and
             gladly
             offer
             more
          
           
             Then
             what
             my
             single
             Merit
             could
             explore
             .
          
           
             Things
             ,
             that
             your
             ready
             favour
             might
             endear
             ,
          
           
             Tho'
             you
             move
             nearest
             to
             your
             Sovereigns
             ear
             .
          
           
           
             Perhaps
             a
             Story
             aptly
             may
             unfold
          
           
             The
             means
             of
             gaining
             Loyal
             Friends
             and
             Gold.
          
           
             At
             which
             Sydesmond
             shifts
             his
             wayward
             look
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             a
             feign'd
             Embrace
             to
             him
             thus
             spoke
             .
          
           
             Alas
             kind
             Gentleman
             !
             how
             soon
             amiss
          
           
             May
             man
             judge
             man
             in
             such
             a
             world
             as
             this
             ?
          
           
             Tho'
             not
             unlike
             to
             thee
             one
             t'other
             day
          
           
             No
             less
             glad
             Tidings
             did
             by
             me
             convey
             .
          
           
             And
             know
             ,
             (
             if
             thou
             hast
             Courts
             but
             slightly
             read
             )
          
           
             That
             even
             Best
             Kings
             are
             oft
             by
             profit
             led
             .
          
           
             Papers
             I
             guess
             thou
             hast
             ,
             and
             would'st
             present
             ;
          
           
             Enough
             ,
             the
             King
             shall
             soon
             know
             thy
             Intent
             .
          
           
             The
             Noble
             Dornland
             thus
             being
             lest
             alone
             ;
          
           
             Imploy'd
             his
             Leisure
             aptly
             to
             bemoan
          
           
             The
             sad
             effects
             ,
             which
             Minions
             might
             prepare
             ,
          
           
             As
             they
             give
             Pass-ports
             to
             the
             Royal
             ear
             :
          
           
             And
             by
             their
             Fawning
             Avarice
             design
          
           
             How
             best
             their
             Int'rests
             may
             their
             Purses
             line
             .
          
           
             A
             Paper
             reades
             ,
             which
             next
             his
             Breast
             he
             wore
             ,
          
           
             Some
             well
             known
             Poet
             written
             had
             before
             .
          
           
           
             And
             did
             black
             guilt
             of
             Parasists
             describe
             ,
          
           
             And
             how
             to
             Pride
             and
             Sin
             ally'd
             their
             Tribe
             .
          
           
             Which
             his
             Emphatick
             Verse
             does
             thus
             relate
             ;
          
           
             'T
             is
             told
             (
             says
             he
             )
             e're
             Lucifer
             by
             Fate
          
           
             Was
             cast
             from
             Stars
             ,
             or
             Heav'n
             did
             him
             Intend
          
           
             Of
             all
             Internal
             Powers
             supremest
             Fiend
             .
          
           
             A
             Daughter
             then
             was
             his
             of
             Mighty
             Fame
             .
          
           
             Call'd
             Sycophama
             ,
             if
             none
             her
             Misname
             .
          
           
             Sprung
             from
             his
             Beams
             ,
             what
             cou'd
             Serener
             look
             ,
             took
             .
          
           
             That
             Stars
             ,
             some
             tell
             ,
             with
             her
             smooth
             Court
             were
          
           
             A
             Tongue
             so
             Glibb
             might
             Tongue
             of
             Fame
             supplant
             ,
          
           
             And
             for
             worst
             deeds
             ,
             no
             Glozing
             words
             did
             want
             .
          
           
             Composed
             thus
             ,
             and
             Garnish'd
             with
             a
             Dress
             ,
          
           
             No
             Painter
             cou'd
             by
             Drapery
             express
             ,
          
           
             Or
             like
             to
             what
             Aurora
             best
             does
             wear
             ,
          
           
             When
             welcom'd
             Phaebus
             to
             his
             early
             Sphere
             .
          
           
             Which
             Flattering
             Beauty
             ,
             being
             thus
             adorn'd
          
           
             (
             As
             if
             for
             Sins
             allurement
             then
             Suborn'd
             )
          
           
             With
             soothing
             Gestures
             to
             her
             Haughty
             Sire
          
           
             Did
             thus
             address
             :
             Since
             Jove
             and
             Fate
             Conspire
          
           
           
             That
             shining
             Seats
             no
             longer
             now
             must
             be
          
           
             The
             Wide
             Extent
             of
             your
             Sovereignty
             .
          
           
             Tho'
             to
             Coelestial
             Records
             't
             was
             unknown
          
           
             That
             any
             Sublime
             Power
             cou'd
             Star
             dethrone
             .
          
           
             But
             grant
             that
             Heavens
             decree
             does
             you
             remove
          
           
             ●…
             the
             Illustrious
             Sphere
             is
             yours
             above
             .
          
           
             ●…
             Command
             that
             Lower
             you
             descend
          
           
             ●…
             Unfathom'd
             Sea
             ,
             or
             Earth
             extend
             :
          
           
             ●…
             you
             o're
             Churlish
             Fiends
             ,
             and
             Ghost
             must
             Reign
             ,
          
           
             ●…
             win
             even
             them
             t'
             obey
             without
             their
             Chain
             .
          
           
             And
             if
             your
             Rule
             repute
             would
             varnish'd
             raise
             ,
          
           
             Sin
             shall
             from
             me
             receive
             the
             smoothest
             praise
             .
          
           
             Me
             I
             am
             sure
             you
             will
             not
             leave
             behind
             ,
          
           
             So
             well
             my
             Arts
             may
             to
             your
             Throne
             be
             joyn'd
             .
          
           
             This
             Court
             address'd
             unto
             her
             Stately
             Sire
             ,
          
           
             She
             fawning
             kn●els
             to
             perfect
             her
             desire
             .
          
           
             To
             which
             her
             Haughty
             Father
             ,
             thus
             reply'd
             ,
          
           
             Hard
             't
             were
             smooth
             Daughter
             ,
             if
             to
             you
             deny'd
          
           
             What
             Greatness
             by
             my
             Scepter
             may
             be
             given
             ,
          
           
             Tho'
             that
             must
             fall
             beneath
             my
             Orb
             in
             Heaven
             ;
          
           
           
             Where
             next
             my
             shining
             Pomp
             I
             joy'd
             to
             see
          
           
             The
             taking
             Meen
             and
             Gestures
             form'd
             by
             thee
             .
          
           
             A
             Greatness
             Angry
             Jove
             to
             me
             denies
             ,
          
           
             Lest
             even
             in
             Hell
             thy
             Quaint
             Hypocrisies
          
           
             Should
             those
             quick
             Spirits
             heighten
             to
             be
             worse
          
           
             Then
             does
             consist
             with
             Heavens
             precedent
             Curse
             .
          
           
             Tho'
             for
             thy
             Glory
             Highest
             Powers
             do
             grant
             ,
          
           
             That
             thou
             no
             Greatness
             shalt
             below
             e're
             want
             .
          
           
             Courts
             there
             thou
             't
             find
             most
             gladly
             thee
             will
             own
             ,
          
           
             And
             make
             their
             Arts
             ,
             in
             thine
             more
             taking
             known
             .
          
           
             And
             should
             none
             Earth
             their
             Paradise
             now
             call
             ,
          
           
             Thou't
             least
             ,
             of
             any
             there
             ,
             repine
             thy
             fall
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             he
             downward
             fell
             with
             confus'd
             hast
             ,
          
           
             No
             Thought
             did
             ever
             Time
             surprize
             so
             fast
             .
          
           
             Tho'
             some
             suppose
             that
             't
             was
             no
             more
             then
             when
          
           
             A
             Star
             doos
             seem
             to
             fall
             to
             sight
             of
             Men.
          
           
             His
             Daughter
             left
             ,
             his
             Counsel
             she
             obeys
             ,
          
           
             And
             swiftly
             unto
             Earth
             her self
             conveys
             .
          
           
             Kingdoms
             and
             States
             were
             soon
             made
             her
             abode
          
           
             (
             So
             pronely
             Sin
             finds
             out
             the
             Largest
             Road.
             )
          
           
           
             Where
             more
             her
             Artfull
             Flatteries
             to
             disperfe
             ,
          
           
             She
             leaves
             her
             Fame
             to
             future
             Prose
             ,
             and
             Verse
             .
          
           
             The
             Gen'rous
             Dornland
             having
             ponder'd
             well
          
           
             The
             usefull
             Sense
             ,
             which
             wiser
             Poets
             tell
             ,
          
           
             When
             they
             by
             choicest
             Allegories
             teach
          
           
             How
             man's
             best
             Morals
             Vileness
             shou'd
             Impeach
             .
          
           
             Commits
             this
             Poet's
             Verse
             to
             further
             thought
             ,
          
           
             With
             what
             Instructions
             might
             from
             it
             be
             sought
             .
          
           
             Griev'd
             ,
             that
             he
             did
             so
             long
             his
             Sovereign
             wait
             .
          
           
             E're
             told
             what
             did
             import
             his
             Royal
             State.
          
           
             Which
             apprehension
             soon
             did
             lessen
             here
             ,
          
           
             As
             he
             beheld
             the
             King
             in
             Person
             near
             .
          
           
             Whom
             by
             his
             Speech
             he
             humbly
             thus
             does
             move
             :
          
           
             Since
             you
             ,
             Just
             Prince
             ,
             oblige
             no
             less
             the
             Love
          
           
             Of
             Loyal
             Minds
             ,
             then
             what
             their
             Souls
             shou'd
             dare
             ,
          
           
             When
             utmost
             Perils
             wou'd
             Impress
             their
             fear
             .
          
           
             Howe're's
             the
             plight
             in
             which
             I
             'me
             now
             beheld
             ;
          
           
             From
             Friends
             ,
             Lands
             ,
             Houses
             ,
             Impiously
             compell'd
          
           
             My
             Life
             unto
             a
             Cruel
             end
             Design'd
          
           
             ●y
             that
             strong
             Rage
             against
             your
             Powers
             combin'd
             .
          
           
           
             Which
             Fury
             ,
             tho'it
             late
             did
             me
             surround
             ,
          
           
             When
             Guards
             and
             Scouts
             were
             my
             Pursuers
             found
             :
          
           
             Whom
             as
             I
             flew
             through
             uncouth
             Tracts
             and
             Woods
             ,
          
           
             And
             swimming
             (
             more
             then
             weary
             )
             dangerous
             Flouds
             ;
          
           
             Some
             Star's
             compassion
             me
             did
             hither
             guide
          
           
             To
             serve
             your
             Cause
             ,
             and
             to
             express
             besides
          
           
             Things
             which
             my
             Duty
             would
             to
             you
             impart
             ,
          
           
             And
             full
             assure
             the
             Conduct
             of
             my
             Heart
             .
          
           
             The
             King
             took
             thought
             a-while
             e're
             he
             reply'd
             ,
          
           
             
               (
               Sydesmond
            
             having
             whisper'd
             him
             aside
             )
          
           
             And
             next
             to
             Dornland
             turning
             ,
             thus
             did
             speak
             :
          
           
             What-e're's
             the
             Figure
             thou
             woud'st
             seem
             to
             make
             ,
          
           
             Think
             not
             that
             't
             is
             unto
             thy
             King
             unknown
          
           
             How
             vilely
             men
             for
             ends
             have
             falshoods
             shwon
             .
          
           
             And
             have
             sometimes
             deceiv'd
             our
             Royal
             Ear
             ,
          
           
             As
             one
             can
             witness
             that
             attends
             Us
             here
             .
          
           
             Proof
             I
             expect
             of
             what
             thou
             wouldst
             express
             ,
          
           
             And
             if
             thy
             Flight's
             from
             London
             as
             I
             guess
             ,
          
           
             Supplies
             from
             thence
             I
             secretly
             expect
             :
          
           
             'T
             was
             told
             thy
             Errand
             might
             the
             like
             effect
             .
          
           
           
             Howe're
             proceed
             ,
             that
             I
             may
             surely
             know
          
           
             Whether
             thy
             Merit
             be
             mistook
             or
             no.
          
           
             Tho'Souls
             of
             Kings
             (
             next
             Heaven
             )
             there
             's
             nothing
             can
          
           
             So
             high
             oblige
             as
             well-deserving
             Man.
          
           
             Since
             ,
             Mighty
             Sir
             ,
             you
             do
             admit
             that
             I
          
           
             Attest
             before
             you
             my
             Integrity
             .
          
           
             Which
             (
             without
             Blush
             )
             I
             wish
             as
             much
             to
             some
          
           
             That
             to
             your
             favours
             hold
             the
             nearest
             roome
             .
          
           
             Alas
             ,
             I
             fear
             you
             are
             too
             far
             betray'd
          
           
             By
             such
             as
             should
             your
             Royall
             Councells
             ayd
             .
          
           
             And
             with
             sincerest
             Faith
             preserve
             untold
             ,
          
           
             What
             Souls
             corruptly
             guided
             sell
             for
             Gold.
          
           
             Your
             Secret
             Councells
             by
             the
             soothings
             found
          
           
             Of
             Men
             unto
             your
             safety
             most
             unsound
             .
          
           
             Friends
             thus
             deterr'd
             would
             else
             profusely
             show
          
           
             Their
             Coyn
             and
             Persons
             offer'd
             unto
             you
             .
          
           
             With
             whatso'ere
             your
             Cause
             might
             best
             supply
             ,
          
           
             If
             fighting
             so
             ,
             they
             unbetray'd
             may
             dye
             .
          
           
             Nor
             shall
             Lights
             Orb
             one
             days
             bright
             Measure
             run
             ,
          
           
             Till
             in
             that
             revolution
             deeds
             be
             known
             .
          
           
           
             That
             most
             perniciously
             themselvos
             display
             ,
          
           
             And
             shew
             what
             Serpents
             move
             too
             near
             your
             way
             ,
          
           
             Towards
             Redding
             ,
             now
             does
             March
             a
             mighty
             so●de
             ,
          
           
             I
             saw
             Roads
             thickly
             ●ill'd
             with
             Foot
             and
             Horse
             .
          
           
             Whence
             Clouds
             of
             Dust
             so
             strove
             to
             darken
             sight
             ,
          
           
             As
             if
             they
             next
             would
             smother
             ayr
             and
             Light.
          
           
             Essex
             their
             Cheif
             amongst
             them
             too
             I
             saw
             ,
          
           
             His
             Looks
             confus'd
             ,
             as
             if
             some
             thoughtfull
             awe
          
           
             Hung
             on
             his
             Soul
             ,
             or
             that
             he
             did
             devise
          
           
             How
             he
             might
             soon
             that
             eminent
             Town
             Surprize
             .
          
           
             Which
             Lest
             my
             Sov●…
             ,
             should
             not
             timely
             know
             ,
          
           
             What
             I
             have
             pass'd
             ,
             I
             willing
             un
             dergo
             :
          
           
             Nor
             shall
             your
             Cause
             Assistance
             want
             from
             me
             ,
          
           
             What
             ere
             's
             my
             Cross
             or
             Future
             destiny
             .
          
           
             More
             he
             had
             said
             ,
             but
             that
             some
             suddain
             thought
          
           
             Too
             deeply
             on
             his
             Soul
             Impression
             wrought
             ;
          
           
             Of
             what
             had
             been
             predicted
             for
             his
             Fate
             ,
          
           
             And
             might
             too
             nearly
             to
             his
             King
             's
             relate
             .
          
           
             Which
             Gracious
             Prince
             did
             Dornland
             further
             Grace
             .
          
           
             Beholding
             strictly
             his
             firm
             Mene
             and
             Face
             .
          
           
           
             And
             next
             thus
             speaks
             ,
             excuse
             thou
             didst
             not
             sind
          
           
             More
             quick
             remembrance
             from
             our
             Royall
             Mind
             .
          
           
             Tho'
             better
             then
             by
             sight
             th'
             art
             known
             to
             Me
             ,
          
           
             So
             well
             thy
             Merit
             ,
             and
             thy
             Fame
             agree
             .
          
           
             Thou
             didst
             before
             ,
             Intelligence
             Convey
             ,
          
           
             Which
             gives
             thy
             story
             Credit
             too
             this
             day
             .
          
           
             Releif
             for
             Redding
             I
             'le
             command
             in
             time
             ,
          
           
             Tho'
             some
             in
             Trust
             ,
             cannot
             discharge
             their
             Crime
             ;
          
           
             Who
             by
             Improper
             Correspondence
             sail
             ,
          
           
             Or
             wou'd
             by
             faithless
             ends
             themselves
             avail
             .
          
           
             From
             which
             this
             usefull
             observation
             springs
             ;
          
           
             Few
             ,
             Earth
             affords
             ,
             Heaven
             duely
             serve
             ,
             or
             Kings
             .
          
           
             Sydesmond
             ,
             let
             it
             be
             thy
             Task
             to
             shew
             ,
          
           
             By
             what
             we
             give
             ,
             how
             more
             to
             him
             we
             owe.
          
           
             The
             King
             withdraws
             ,
             whilst
             false
             Sydesmond
             stays
             ;
          
           
             His
             eyes
             fresh
             Garnish'd
             by
             their
             fawning
             rays
             ,
          
           
             Like
             Glozing
             Parasits
             ,
             some
             Courts
             have
             known
             ,
          
           
             When
             to
             their
             Princes
             Smiles
             they
             faign
             their
             own
             .
          
           
             Dornland
             discover'd
             had
             this
             Minion
             well
             ,
          
           
             (
             Whose
             Mene
             did
             partly
             what
             he
             Look'd
             for
             tell
             .
             )
          
           
           
             Next
             lets
             him
             know
             ,
             since
             't
             is
             his
             ●'hriving
             way
          
           
             To
             hold
             it
             meet
             Men
             should
             for
             favours
             pay
             :
          
           
             He
             'l
             something
             add
             to
             what
             he
             can
             expect
             ,
          
           
             If
             but
             one
             Just
             Obligement
             he
             'l
             effect
             :
          
           
             Which
             was
             ,
             that
             if
             his
             Covetous
             Soul
             could
             be
          
           
             Induc'd
             to
             value
             Future
             Honesty
             ,
          
           
             And
             that
             his
             Royall
             Master's
             Cause
             sustain
          
           
             No
             Mischeif
             from
             his
             Tongue
             ,
             and
             Impious
             Gain
             :
          
           
             The
             Gift
             the
             King
             to
             Dornland
             lately
             gave
             ,
          
           
             He
             now
             (
             to
             bribe
             thee
             honest
             )
             bids
             thee
             have
             .
          
           
             Which
             said
             ,
             this
             Generous
             sufferer
             next
             departs
             ;
          
           
             Enough
             observ'd
             by
             him
             some
             Courtly
             Arts
             :
          
           
             With
             what
             neglects
             endur'd
             and
             cold
             delay
             ,
          
           
             Mens
             expectations
             their
             attendance
             pay
             :
          
           
             Whilst
             busy
             rumour
             soon
             his
             Name
             had
             spread
             ,
          
           
             And
             how
             endanger'd
             he
             from
             London
             fled
             ,
          
           
             Escaping
             perills
             of
             a
             various
             Form
             ,
          
           
             Like
             some
             stout
             snip
             that
             boldly
             stemms
             a
             Storm
             .
          
           
             Besides
             the
             fast
             assurance
             he
             did
             bring
          
           
             Of
             being
             a
             brave
             Assistant
             to
             his
             King
             :
          
           
           
             Soon
             won
             the
             Most
             Heroick
             in
             those
             days
             ,
          
           
             To
             serve
             his
             person
             and
             advance
             his
             praise
             .
          
           
             Who
             next
             unto
             the
             Royall
             Camp
             repair'd
             ,
          
           
             Where
             high
             Caresses
             soon
             his
             worth
             declared
             ;
          
           
             In
             which
             bold
             Station
             my
             Pen
             leaves
             him
             now
             ,
          
           
             Till
             future
             deeds
             his
             value
             ampler
             show
             .
          
           
             This
             Age
             so
             strange
             a
             Curtain
             did
             undraw
             ,
          
           
             And
             Scenes
             ,
             of
             various
             wonders
             ,
             thence
             had
             saw
             .
          
           
             That
             Hoary
             Time
             might
             (
             Novice-like
             )
             behold
          
           
             Such
             new
             Amazements
             as
             surpass'd
             the
             old
             .
          
           
             And
             must
             (
             his
             future
             perspective
             disclos'd
             )
          
           
             Confess
             ensuing
             hours
             for
             ever
             pos'd
             .
          
           
             Whence
             this
             Wars
             Story
             finds
             too
             narrow
             room
          
           
             For
             deeds
             that
             did
             so
             thick
             together
             come
             .
          
           
             Tho'
             wise
             Historians
             with
             less
             Care
             relate
          
           
             The
             small
             occurrences
             and
             Arts
             of
             Fate
             :
          
           
             Then
             Councills
             ,
             Battells
             ,
             and
             such
             mighty
             things
          
           
             Which
             Fame
             applauds
             in
             Hero's
             and
             in
             Kings
             :
          
           
             Permitting
             Time
             some
             lesser
             deeds
             to
             vail
             ,
          
           
             Or
             cheaply
             leave
             'em
             to
             their
             own
             Entail
             .
          
           
           
             Which
             method
             ,
             if
             my
             Lines
             can
             here
             pursue
             ;
          
           
             Selecting
             facts
             ,
             and
             things
             as
             likely
             True
             :
          
           
             With
             such
             besides
             ,
             that
             Nature
             wou'd
             present
             ,
          
           
             (
             Whose
             gloss
             on
             Story
             to
             the
             Muse
             is
             lent
             )
          
           
             Enough
             Parnassus
             is
             Implor'd
             by
             me
             ,
          
           
             Or
             Time
             allow'd
             Supremest
             dignity
             .
          
           
             Tho'
             nothing
             can
             effectually
             deplore
          
           
             What
             did
             ensue
             on
             this
             Wars
             Fatall
             Score
             :
          
           
             No
             wicked
             age
             before
             so
             dear
             did
             cost
          
           
             That
             Bloud
             and
             Treasure
             had
             profusely
             lost
             .
          
           
             And
             what
             if
             well
             Imploy'd
             ,
             had
             Conquer'd
             more
          
           
             Then
             all
             Great
             England
             own'd
             in
             France
             before
             ;
          
           
             And
             forc'd
             the
             bold
             offensive
             French
             to
             be
          
           
             Confin'd
             unto
             their
             Just
             Capacity
             ;
          
           
             Whilst
             now
             their
             prosperous
             Arms
             so
             daring
             spread
             ,
          
           
             As
             France
             appears
             a
             universall
             dread
             .
          
           
             How
             many
             Countries
             seiz'd
             and
             more
             in
             Claim
          
           
             By
             such
             dependencies
             ,
             he
             's
             pleas'd
             to
             name
             .
          
           
             As
             if
             the
             World
             he
             'd
             by
             like
             parcels
             take
          
           
             〈◊〉
             
               〈◊〉
               Netherlands
            
             their
             ruine
             speak
             .
          
           
           
             An
             apprehension
             better
             understood
          
           
             When
             more
             compos'd
             our
             Mode
             of
             publique
             good
             .
          
           
             'Till
             when
             ,
             't
             is
             left
             with
             Mysteries
             of
             State
          
           
             That
             with
             their
             Leisure
             best
             their
             Sense
             dilate
             .
          
           
             And
             now
             my
             Story
             closer
             to
             declare
             ,
          
           
             Which
             might
             some
             space
             for
             this
             digression
             spare
             :
          
           
             (
             As
             usefully
             sometimes
             the
             eye
             is
             stay'd
          
           
             When
             Prospects
             near
             it
             aptly
             are
             convey'd
             .
             )
          
           
             To
             Redding
             ,
             next
             my
             Muse
             directs
             her
             Course
             ,
          
           
             Which
             Town
             was
             compass'd
             by
             the
             Houses
             Force
             .
          
           
             And
             if
             made
             theirs
             ,
             would
             the
             Advantage
             bring
          
           
             Of
             straitening
             more
             the
             Quarters
             of
             the
             King.
          
           
             Which
             known
             Inducements
             ,
             with
             applause
             of
             Fame
             ,
          
           
             The
             Earl's
             slow
             Genius
             Jointly
             did
             enflame
             .
          
           
             A
             Man
             that
             Pop'lar
             Motions
             much
             indear'd
             ,
          
           
             Tho'
             for
             their
             Compass
             he
             too
             slowly
             Stear'd
             .
          
           
             And
             sitter
             seem'd
             his
             Conduct
             to
             make
             strong
             ,
          
           
             Then
             with
             their
             eager
             Flames
             to
             hold
             it
             long
             .
          
           
             As
             Furious
             Crowds
             the
             Man
             will
             most
             admire
          
           
             That
             kindles
             from
             his
             Soul
             the
             quickest
             Eire
             .
          
           
           
             Skippon
             a
             Leader
             by
             the
             Houses
             Chose
             ,
          
           
             To
             shape
             and
             act
             Designs
             when
             ripe
             for
             Blows
             ;
          
           
             And
             had
             in
             Belgick
             War
             repute
             obtain'd
          
           
             From
             Towns
             by
             bold
             Attacques
             or
             Sieges
             gain'd
             .
          
           
             Besides
             a
             powerfull
             Talent
             in
             him
             lay
          
           
             T'
             Inflame
             his
             Party
             their
             own
             Canting
             way
             .
          
           
             Which
             Scripture
             Furies
             strongly
             did
             incite
             ,
          
           
             For
             who
             ador'd
             Enthusiasms
             much
             could
             fight
             .
          
           
             Being
             thus
             compos'd
             ,
             he
             Essex
             does
             present
          
           
             With
             Zeal
             Harrangu'd
             ,
             instead
             of
             Complement
             .
          
           
             Letting
             him
             know
             ,
             that
             Heaven
             ,
             by
             Mighty
             Love
             ,
          
           
             Did
             his
             Stout
             Spirit
             for
             their
             Cause
             approve
             .
          
           
             A
             Cause
             that
             boundless
             Sanctity
             extends
             ,
          
           
             And
             for
             which
             Holy
             Light
             within
             contends
             .
          
           
             Captain
             Messias
             sure
             the
             Houses
             Led
          
           
             When
             their
             Votes
             you
             for
             Gospel-Conduct
             sped
             :
          
           
             An
             Act
             the
             pious
             Souls
             of
             Saints
             espouse
             ,
          
           
             And
             ,
             like
             the
             Holy
             Tribes
             ,
             Life
             fearless
             lose
             .
          
           
             You
             are
             their
             Moses
             ,
             and
             but
             bid
             them
             sight
             ,
          
           
             They
             'l
             out-do
             wonder
             by
             their
             Spiritual
             Might
             .
          
           
           
             Can
             Redding
             stop
             us
             ,
             should
             Bulwarks
             be
             its
             Wall
             ;
          
           
             Alas
             ,
             like
             Rabbah
             ,
             soon
             't
             will
             yield
             to
             fall
             .
          
           
             You
             lead
             as
             Trusty
             Israelites
             as
             they
             ,
          
           
             'Gainst
             that
             strong
             City
             ,
             cou'd
             both
             Fight
             and
             pray
             .
          
           
             Our
             Guns
             are
             Mounted
             ,
             our
             Approaches
             sixt
             ,
          
           
             Let
             prayer
             with
             these
             be
             timely
             intermixt
             .
          
           
             Next
             let
             our
             Shot
             the
             distant
             Regions
             stun
             ,
          
           
             Or
             tell
             how
             Loud
             we
             fight
             'till
             
             Redding's
             won
             .
          
           
             This
             Pious
             Leader
             ,
             if
             reputed
             so
             ,
          
           
             Did
             in
             those
             days
             for
             Major-Gen'ral
             go
             :
          
           
             And
             if
             men
             did
             his
             Genius
             rightly
             weigh
             ,
          
           
             He
             could
             not
             bolder
             sight
             then
             he
             durst
             pray
             .
          
           
             Essex
             ,
             who
             had
             this
             Zealot
             calmly
             heard
             ,
          
           
             Tho'
             he
             for
             Modern
             Zeal
             but
             little
             car'd
             ,
          
           
             Or
             found
             much
             struggling
             in
             his
             Thoughts
             to
             know
          
           
             Whether
             his
             older
             Faith
             were
             best
             or
             no.
          
           
             Besides
             some
             Tinctures
             of
             Allegeance
             still
          
           
             Had
             intermixture
             with
             his
             Stubborn
             Will
             :
          
           
             Did
             his
             divided
             mind
             perplex'dly
             pose
          
           
             How
             to
             discern
             what
             thought
             cou'd
             best
             propose
             .
          
           
           
             Tho'
             such
             who
             strictest
             have
             his
             Soul
             desin'd
             ,
          
           
             To
             Moderation
             grant
             him
             most
             inclin'd
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             soon
             this
             War
             expended
             so
             much
             heat
             ,
          
           
             As
             Calmer
             thoughts
             cou'd
             not
             it's
             rage
             abate
             .
          
           
             And
             shews
             how
             men
             tast
             Politicks
             by
             Rote
             ,
          
           
             That
             Mischiefs
             stir
             and
             next
             wou'd
             Good
             promote
          
           
             And
             thus
             this
             Peer
             ,
             who
             less
             his
             Cause
             admir'd
          
           
             Then
             Pop'lar
             Courtships
             to
             which
             he
             aspir'd
             :
          
           
             (
             Tho'
             seldom
             Crowds
             their
             fondness
             long
             allow
             ,
          
           
             So
             near
             their
             Plaudits
             ,
             their
             detractings
             go
             .
             )
          
           
             Did
             in
             this
             Juncture
             res'lutely
             intend
             ,
          
           
             That
             Reddings
             Siege
             shou'd
             him
             to
             Fame
             commend
             ,
          
           
             When
             he
             to
             Skippon
             ,
             and
             some
             eager
             Chiefs
             ,
          
           
             Thus
             did
             express
             ,
             to
             gain
             their
             smooth
             beliefs
             :
          
           
             What-e're
             the
             busy
             World
             of
             me
             can
             say
          
           
             Through
             cold
             mistake
             of
             my
             advis'd
             delay
             :
          
           
             Or
             that
             ,
             no
             Feavour
             in
             my
             Veins
             I
             raise
          
           
             To
             vent
             hot
             Bloud
             ,
             or
             rashly
             sight
             for
             praise
             .
          
           
             Which
             Caution
             if
             some
             Tempers
             do
             despise
             ,
          
           
             They
             'le
             learn
             from
             Foes
             to
             grant
             my
             Conduct
             Wise.
          
           
           
             Nor
             shall
             this
             Town
             long
             hope
             to
             be
             so
             bold
          
           
             As
             'gainst
             our
             Power
             it
             s
             own
             defence
             to
             hold
             :
          
           
             Tho'
             for
             its
             succour
             Aids
             from
             Oxford
             come
             ;
          
           
             Unless
             ,
             through
             Trenches
             ,
             they
             can
             force
             their
             room
             .
          
           
             Aston
             against
             us
             does
             this
             place
             Command
             ,
          
           
             A
             Captain
             much
             approv'd
             I
             understand
             :
          
           
             And
             adds
             to
             our
             esteem
             and
             Warlike
             use
             ,
          
           
             If
             'gainst
             his
             Conduct
             we
             this
             Town
             reduce
             .
          
           
             Which
             said
             ,
             his
             weighty
             Shot
             does
             Redding
             ply
             ,
          
           
             Like
             force
             of
             Thunder
             bursting
             from
             the
             Sky
             .
          
           
             Walls
             ,
             Houses
             ,
             Roofs
             ,
             their
             scatter'd
             ruins
             show
             ,
          
           
             As
             what
             withstands
             the
             Canons
             mighty
             blow
             :
          
           
             Whose
             monstrous
             Strength
             doth
             various
             ruine
             force
             ,
          
           
             And
             like
             no
             other
             thing
             Kills
             out
             of
             Course
             ;
          
           
             As
             it
             by
             confus'd
             deaths
             does
             lives
             Bereave
          
           
             Of
             Children
             ,
             mothers
             ,
             whom
             worst
             foes
             would
             save
             .
          
           
             So
             much
             beyond
             Mans
             Aim
             his
             brain
             design'd
             ,
          
           
             When
             wicked
             art
             did
             this
             huge
             murtherer
             find
             .
          
           
             Great
             Redding
             thus
             distrest
             ,
             quick
             rumour
             flew
          
           
             With
             noise
             of
             Guns
             whose
             sounds
             the
             danger
             shew
          
           
           
             With
             what
             approaches
             made
             and
             more
             begun
             ,
          
           
             That
             soon
             the
             Town
             might
             be
             by
             Essex
             won
             .
          
           
             Whence
             Subsequent
             Expresses
             swiftly
             bring
          
           
             More
             Fatall
             News
             unto
             the
             asslicted
             King.
          
           
             Letting
             him
             know
             ,
             as
             there
             vast
             bullets
             flew
          
           
             That
             roofs
             had
             torn
             ,
             and
             their
             hard
             ruins
             threw
          
           
             High
             ,
             as
             the
             Sulpherous
             blast
             of
             Etna
             bears
          
           
             Stones
             ,
             that
             like
             Thunderbolts
             from
             Rocks
             it
             Tears
             ;
          
           
             Which
             falling
             Low
             ,
             might
             Men
             or
             Creatures
             Maim
             ,
          
           
             As
             here
             bold
             Aston's
             harm
             was
             much
             the
             same
             .
          
           
             Who
             from
             a
             Tile
             ,
             that
             by
             extravagant
             Chance
          
           
             A
             Shot
             had
             forc'd
             against
             his
             head
             to
             Glance
             ,
          
           
             Receiv'd
             so
             deep
             a
             Wound
             upon
             that
             part
             ;
          
           
             As
             doubted
             't
             was
             above
             a
             Cure
             from
             Art.
          
           
             A
             strange
             disaster
             ,
             and
             of
             more
             Import
          
           
             Because
             't
             was
             Aston's
             ,
             by
             whose
             brave
             effort
             ,
          
           
             And
             well
             prov'd
             conduct
             ,
             Redding
             might
             have
             found
          
           
             Her
             Story
             ,
             from
             his
             Valour
             ,
             full
             Renoun'd
             .
          
           
             But
             Destiny
             had
             otherways
             design'd
          
           
             Glory
             unto
             his
             End
             ensuing
             Joyn'd
             :
          
           
           
             As
             Fatall
             Ireland
             did
             in
             Future
             show
             ,
          
           
             And
             long
             as
             stands
             *
             Tredah
             his
             deeds
             't
             will
             Know.
             
          
           
             Feilding
             by
             Marshall
             right
             did
             then
             succeed
          
           
             To
             hold
             the
             Town
             in
             wounded
             Aston's
             stead
             ;
          
           
             A
             Cheif
             by
             many
             held
             approv'd
             in
             War
             ,
          
           
             Tho'
             for
             what
             Cause
             his
             Genius
             did
             appear
          
           
             At
             that
             time
             Clouded
             ,
             has
             a
             dubious
             sense
             ,
          
           
             Or
             darkly
             read
             from
             past
             Intelligence
             .
          
           
             Some
             tell
             ,
             that
             he
             too
             soon
             occasion
             gave
          
           
             That
             Essex
             might
             the
             Town
             surrendred
             have
             .
          
           
             Altho'
             no
             power
             he
             wanted
             to
             maintain
          
           
             What
             his
             Opposers
             durst
             attempt
             to
             gain
             .
          
           
             Others
             ,
             that
             he
             a
             Treaty
             wisely
             chose
             ;
          
           
             Lest
             he
             was
             forc'd
             a
             strengthless
             place
             to
             lose
             ,
          
           
             Which
             from
             the
             Circuit
             and
             the
             large
             extent
             ,
          
           
             Might
             less
             Conspire
             with
             Warlike
             Management
             .
          
           
             Which
             Martial
             Sense
             if
             prevalent
             in
             him
             ,
          
           
             Did
             much
             excuse
             where
             others
             wou'd
             condemn
             .
          
           
             A
             further
             Search
             my
             Measures
             need
             not
             guide
          
           
             Of
             things
             which
             Story-Criticks
             best
             decide
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           The
           FOURTH
           BOOK
           .
        
         
           
             The
             Argument
             .
          
           
             
               Essex
               with
               high
               surprize
               unto
               the
               King
            
             
               Besiegeth
               
                 Redding
                 ,
                 Aston
              
               disabled
               by
            
             
               Acasual
               Shot
               ,
               The
               place
               his
               Conduct
               wants
               .
            
             
               Mean
               while
               the
               Poet
               finds
               an
               Interval
               :
            
             
               The
               Love
               of
               Lysle
               and
               Lucas
               to
               rehearse
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               objects
               here
               denomination
               have
            
             
               In
               Beauteous
               Rosalin
               and
               Flavira's
               flames
               .
            
             
               The
               fight
               at
               Cawsham-bridge
               describ'd
               ,
               and
               how
            
             
               Fielding
               by
               Treaty
               did
               the
               Town
               surrender
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             THE
             strange
             surprisal
             which
             these
             Tidings
             gave
          
           
             The
             King
             at
             Oxford
             ,
             next
             account
             must
             have
             .
          
           
             Who
             soon
             did
             then
             a
             Martial
             Counsel
             call
          
           
             To
             prevent
             Dangers
             Redding
             might
             befall
             .
          
           
             For
             which
             he
             
               Ruthen
               ,
               Rupert
               ,
               Lucas
               ,
               Lyle
               ,
            
          
           
             Chiefly
             selects
             ,
             with
             others
             whose
             brave
             Toyle
          
           
             Their
             deeds
             renown'd
             ,
             and
             from
             Emergents
             knew
          
           
             What
             did
             Import
             their
             Conducts
             most
             to
             do
             .
          
           
           
             Great
             Ruthen
             ,
             whom
             the
             King
             had
             Generall
             made
          
           
             Of
             his
             Fierce
             Infantry
             (
             when
             Lyndsey
             paid
          
           
             His
             debt
             to
             Fame
             and
             Nature
             )
             tho'
             of
             Race
          
           
             Beneath
             his
             Predecessor's
             Noble
             place
             ,
          
           
             Full
             of
             Experience
             and
             in
             Courage
             great
             ,
          
           
             An
             union
             which
             best
             Captains
             does
             compleat
             .
          
           
             To
             him
             ,
             as
             order
             duly
             did
             require
             ,
          
           
             The
             King
             thus
             speaks
             ,
             to
             what
             may
             Fate
             aspire
          
           
             Whilst
             my
             Opposers
             Redding
             now
             surround
             ,
          
           
             When
             Aston
             Lies
             disabl'd
             by
             a
             wound
             :
          
           
             And
             what
             my
             fuller
             Trouble
             does
             Increase
             ,
          
           
             Feilding
             already
             Treats
             to
             yeild
             the
             Place
             :
          
           
             The
             Cause
             ,
             or
             Prudence
             ,
             I
             'le
             not
             now
             dispute
             :
          
           
             Or
             what
             bad
             Men
             too
             near
             me
             might
             promote
             ;
          
           
             Who
             not
             by
             False
             Intelligeance
             alone
          
           
             Perplex
             the
             Sense
             and
             Safety
             of
             my
             Throne
             ,
          
           
             But
             in
             my
             Methods
             so
             themselves
             disguise
          
           
             As
             they
             Impead
             my
             being
             singly
             wise
             .
          
           
             Tho'
             ●is
             no
             season
             now
             to
             Count
             such
             deeds
             ,
          
           
             Whilst
             Eminent
             Redding
             our
             Assistance
             needs
             :
          
           
           
             How
             Strong
             so
             e're
             that
             Garrison
             is
             Mann'd
          
           
             With
             such
             that
             dare
             their
             Enemies
             withstand
             :
          
           
             Did
             Feildings
             Soul
             their
             Valour
             not
             abate
             ,
          
           
             As
             for
             the
             Towns
             Surrender
             he
             does
             Treat
             .
          
           
             When
             no
             Command
             of
             mine
             did
             him
             dispose
          
           
             To
             yeild
             the
             place
             on
             offer'd
             Terms
             by
             Foes
             .
          
           
             Think
             timely
             now
             what
             aptest
             you
             'd
             advise
             ,
          
           
             That
             to
             save
             Redding
             looks
             both
             great
             and
             wise
             .
          
           
             Ruthen
             ,
             whose
             Education
             did
             Impress
          
           
             No
             Courtly
             Mean
             or
             words
             of
             Splendid
             dress
             ;
          
           
             But
             rather
             as
             a
             Souldier
             roughly
             taught
             ,
          
           
             Could
             act
             the
             Sense
             which
             sound
             Experience
             Brought
             .
          
           
             Unto
             the
             King
             ,
             he
             then
             did
             thus
             reply
             ,
          
           
             Much
             Circumspection
             in
             Attempts
             shou'd
             lye
             .
          
           
             That
             Seiges
             would
             from
             Towns
             by
             force
             remove
             ,
          
           
             Where
             men
             their
             Strengthen'd
             Stations
             first
             approve
             ;
          
           
             With
             Lines
             ,
             Redoubts
             ,
             and
             Bulwarks
             strongly
             made
             ,
          
           
             To
             Cut
             off
             all
             that
             shall
             such
             Posts
             Invade
             .
          
           
             And
             if
             experience
             best
             confirm'd
             we
             prize
             ,
          
           
             'T
             is
             safe
             to
             fear
             the
             worst
             from
             Enemies
             .
          
           
           
             Nay
             rather
             some
             Improbables
             allow
             ,
          
           
             Then
             slight
             the
             Conduct
             of
             an
             Armed
             Foe
             .
          
           
             From
             which
             Contempt
             ,
             how
             often
             have
             I
             known
          
           
             Some
             Captains
             fail
             that
             else
             deserv'd
             Renown
             .
          
           
             Believe
             me
             Sir
             ,
             that
             Conduct's
             cheifly
             wise
          
           
             Which
             hath
             most
             dread
             of
             Prudent
             enemies
             .
          
           
             A
             Skill
             grown
             old
             in
             Forraign
             Feilds
             I
             sought
             ,
          
           
             And
             saw
             where
             headstrong
             Valour
             Mischeifs
             brought
             ;
          
           
             Whence
             torn
             and
             Shatter'd
             Armies
             did
             Lament
          
           
             The
             Bloud
             which
             they
             so
             dismally
             had
             spent
             .
          
           
             Next
             him
             great
             Rupert
             speaks
             his
             Martiall
             Sense
             ,
          
           
             And
             Soul
             Inflam'd
             with
             highest
             Conscience
             .
          
           
             Telling
             the
             King
             how
             much
             he
             was
             betray'd
          
           
             By
             some
             who
             near
             his
             Ear
             themselves
             convey'd
             .
          
           
             What
             else
             does
             this
             Surprizing
             Leaguer
             show
             ,
          
           
             By
             Essex
             guided
             before
             Redding
             now
             .
          
           
             T
             is
             not
             because
             he
             slights
             your
             forces
             there
             ,
          
           
             Or
             that
             his
             Soul
             does
             thence
             less
             slow
             appear
             :
          
           
             But
             his
             Incitement
             rais'd
             from
             some
             may
             own
          
           
             Neglect
             ,
             or
             worser
             Crime
             within
             that
             Town
             .
          
           
           
             Small
             cause
             there
             's
             else
             to
             doubt
             opposers
             can
          
           
             The
             place
             obtain
             which
             your
             Powers
             fully
             Man.
          
           
             Yet
             this
             Conjuncture
             such
             debates
             ●ll
             suit
             ,
          
           
             As
             stay
             releif
             from
             Nicely
             spun
             dispute
             .
          
           
             Better
             to
             trust
             some
             perril
             to
             a
             Day
             ,
          
           
             Lest
             Reddings
             Loss
             be
             charg'd
             on
             faint
             delay
             .
          
           
             Tho'
             Clouds
             of
             Force
             do
             now
             begirt
             that
             Town
             ,
          
           
             Which
             when
             remov'd
             on
             your's
             will
             six
             renown
             .
          
           
             Some
             days
             I
             hear
             to
             Feilding
             yet
             remain
          
           
             Ere
             his
             Cold
             Treaties
             will
             effect
             obtain
             .
          
           
             Perhaps
             within
             that
             space
             he
             hopes
             to
             finde
          
           
             Royall
             Assistance
             from
             your
             Arms
             design'd
             :
          
           
             In
             straits
             of
             War
             the
             best
             resolves
             I
             hold
          
           
             Are
             such
             as
             in
             Attempts
             appear
             most
             bold
             .
          
           
             Lucas
             and
             Lyle
             this
             Councel
             soon
             approv'd
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             Warlike
             Souls
             less
             dangers
             fear'd
             then
             Lov'd
          
           
             Strict
             in
             embracing
             deeds
             of
             brave
             Import
             ,
          
           
             And
             from
             their
             Valours
             friendship
             gain'd
             effort
             .
          
           
             None
             more
             Heroick
             in
             affections
             were
             ,
          
           
             And
             like
             the
             Twins
             of
             Honour
             liv'd
             as
             dear
             .
          
           
           
             Which
             in
             our
             Course
             of
             Story
             we
             'le
             rehearse
             ,
          
           
             With
             what
             their
             Fame
             ,
             and
             end
             deserve
             from
             Verse
          
           
             The
             King
             (
             who
             like
             the
             Sun
             could
             Beams
             dilate
          
           
             Conspicuously
             Serene
             and
             calmly
             great
             )
          
           
             His
             quickning
             Rays
             ,
             and
             looks
             diffus'd
             a
             space
             ;
          
           
             And
             next
             their
             persons
             by
             apt
             speech
             did
             grace
             .
          
           
             Expressing
             his
             Obligements
             from
             above
             ,
          
           
             That
             him
             befriended
             with
             their
             worth
             and
             Love.
          
           
             Besides
             the
             Gallant
             Leavies
             that
             did
             own
          
           
             Much
             Valiant
             aid
             and
             duty
             to
             his
             Throne
             .
          
           
             Which
             soon
             cou'd
             Numbers
             in
             each
             County
             spread
             ,
          
           
             Tho'
             lately
             he
             scarce
             Chief
             or
             Soldier
             had
             .
          
           
             When
             forc'd
             his
             vast
             Metropolis
             to
             leave
             ,
          
           
             And
             like
             a
             Common
             Man
             his
             person
             save
             .
          
           
             This
             from
             Unruly
             Faction
             did
             Commence
             ,
          
           
             Which
             heighten'd
             more
             the
             Senates
             Inflam'd
             Sense
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             there
             ,
             and
             in
             Great
             London
             many
             were
          
           
             Who
             duly
             did
             their
             Prince
             both
             Love
             and
             fear
             .
          
           
             Untill
             Compell'd
             by
             fury
             to
             submit
          
           
             To
             others
             Vile
             disorder'd
             Rule
             ,
             and
             Wit
             ,
          
           
           
             From
             which
             harsh
             guilt
             No
             outward
             Comso●…
             Min
          
           
             But
             did
             to
             humane
             Sense
             ,
             as
             soon
             decline
             .
          
           
             My
             Consort
             suff'ring
             in
             my
             Crowns
             distress
             ,
          
           
             Not
             all
             my
             Children
             safe
             ,
             or
             seen
             to
             Bless
             .
          
           
             My
             Subjects
             round
             me
             by
             divisions
             rent
             ,
          
           
             Nothing
             entire
             ,
             but
             my
             within
             Content
             .
          
           
             The
             Scepter
             by
             Heaven's
             ayd
             I
             'de
             cheifly
             rule
             ,
          
           
             That
             Piety
             may
             strengthen
             most
             my
             Soul.
          
           
             If
             this
             desert
             in
             me
             did
             first
             lacite
          
           
             My
             Subjects
             prowess
             to
             Assist
             my
             right
             :
          
           
             When
             Treasure
             and
             all
             other
             Motives
             fail'd
             ,
          
           
             That
             Scepters
             in
             distress
             have
             most
             avail'd
             ;
          
           
             My
             Soul
             's
             bright
             Banner
             will
             my
             Cause
             renown
             ,
          
           
             Shou'd
             Ensigns
             boldest
             Led
             not
             save
             my
             Crown
             .
          
           
             Let
             my
             Example
             well
             with
             yours
             conspire
             ,
          
           
             That
             Vileness
             from
             our
             Camp
             may
             soon
             retire
             .
          
           
             With
             such
             Licencious
             Evills
             that
             Combine
          
           
             T'
             avert
             the
             good
             I
             beg
             of
             powers
             divine
             .
          
           
             Think
             not
             the
             better
             Cause
             will
             have
             Success
          
           
             From
             such
             Assistance
             Heaven
             disdains
             to
             bless
             .
          
           
           
             Believe
             your
             King
             ,
             that
             Courage
             best
             prevails
          
           
             Which
             joyn'd
             with
             inward
             virtue
             Foes
             assails
             .
          
           
             O
             ,
             might
             my
             Force
             but
             thus
             Confirm'd
             proceed
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             that
             Glory
             Ayd
             for
             Redding
             Lead
             .
          
           
             The
             King
             concluding
             thus
             ;
             his
             Cheifs
             admir'd
          
           
             The
             temperate
             thoughts
             within
             his
             breast
             Conspir'd
             ;
          
           
             So
             Stedfast
             in
             worst
             Exigents
             of
             State
             ,
          
           
             As
             shew'd
             his
             Greatness
             far
             Surpass'd
             his
             Fate
             .
          
           
             Much
             had
             this
             Councill
             heedfully
             express'd
             ,
          
           
             Before
             agree'd
             what
             seem'd
             that
             Juncture
             best
             .
          
           
             Some
             ,
             Nimble
             Fortune
             would
             allow
             most
             kind
             ;
          
           
             When
             Quick
             resolves
             to
             bold
             attempts
             were
             Joyn'd
             .
          
           
             This
             Mighty
             Caesars
             high
             Atcheivments
             tell
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             fortune
             did
             in
             swift
             dispatch
             Excell
             ,
          
           
             His
             Soul
             no
             Bays
             more
             blooming
             e're
             did
             prize
          
           
             Then
             such
             with
             Bold
             and
             soon
             attempts
             did
             rise
             .
          
           
             And
             were
             now
             Redding
             his
             ,
             the
             self-same
             thing
          
           
             (
             Wou'd
             be
             his
             Measure
             )
             here
             advis'd
             our
             King.
          
           
             Others
             that
             well
             celerity
             Approv'd
             ,
          
           
             By
             different
             Methods
             their
             discussions
             mov'd
             .
          
           
           
             Who
             tho'
             allowing
             expeditious
             Fight
             ,
          
           
             Debated
             much
             to
             State
             that
             Course
             aright
             ;
          
           
             Besides
             disasters
             ponder'd
             oft
             befell
          
           
             Aggressors
             when
             strong
             Sieges
             they
             'd
             repell
             .
          
           
             Some
             did
             for
             Caution
             and
             delay
             dispute
             ,
          
           
             Urging
             that
             Time
             advantage
             might
             promote
             :
          
           
             Whose
             hours
             in
             War
             should
             thriftily
             be
             spent
             ,
          
           
             Lest
             Lives
             profusely
             lost
             they
             next
             repent
             .
          
           
             Nor
             could
             it
             to
             sound
             Captains
             be
             unknown
             ,
          
           
             How
             Armies
             but
             in
             sight
             of
             Leaguers
             shown
          
           
             Had
             on
             their
             Foes
             such
             Terror
             oft
             Impress'd
             ,
          
           
             As
             they
             left
             Towns
             which
             were
             before
             distress'd
             .
          
           
             And
             better
             we
             attempts
             should
             yet
             delay
             ,
          
           
             Then
             add
             to
             Reddings
             loss
             a
             worser
             day
             .
          
           
             So
             variously
             Wars
             Science
             does
             admit
          
           
             Fineness
             to
             Polish
             its
             destroying
             Wit.
          
           
             Whilst
             in
             such
             Stratagems
             Nice
             Reason
             lays
             ;
          
           
             The
             Beast
             ,
             resembles
             Man
             ,
             that
             subtilest
             preys
             .
          
           
             Soon
             did
             th'
             effect
             of
             these
             debates
             appear
          
           
             In
             the
             Fierce
             Measures
             a●
             then
             Acted
             were
             ,
          
           
           
             Much
             quicken'd
             by
             occasions
             hasty
             call
             ,
          
           
             Lest
             the
             Beleaguer'd
             Town
             to
             Essex
             fall
             .
          
           
             The
             King's
             Commanders
             whose
             bold
             prowess
             stood
          
           
             Heighten'd
             by
             Native
             Glory
             of
             their
             Bloud
             ,
          
           
             And
             what
             their
             Warlike
             Ancestors
             had
             done
          
           
             In
             Publick
             Exigents
             to
             gain
             renown
             :
          
           
             No
             sooner
             did
             their
             ready
             Flames
             receive
          
           
             Summons
             to
             March
             ,
             but
             their
             Impressions
             gave
          
           
             Terror
             to
             all
             such
             Militants
             they
             led
             ;
          
           
             And
             what
             did
             most
             a
             vigorous
             Influence
             spread
             :
          
           
             The
             King
             his
             Person
             to
             this
             March
             design'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             for
             their
             Grace
             his
             forward
             Conduct
             joyn'd
             .
          
           
             But
             e're
             my
             Muse
             such
             horrors
             does
             rehearse
          
           
             That
             must
             have
             room
             within
             her
             Martial
             Verse
             ;
          
           
             Some
             Gentler
             passions
             represent
             their
             Claim
             ,
          
           
             If
             Verse
             can
             give
             their
             Merit
             unto
             Fame
             :
          
           
             Or
             sing
             Couragious
             Lucas
             with
             brave
             Lyle
          
           
             High
             as
             their
             worth
             deserv'd
             or
             Martial
             Toyle
             .
          
           
             And
             to
             the
             Muses
             glory
             next
             declare
          
           
             Illustrious
             Love
             sublim'd
             by
             Souls
             of
             War.
          
           
           
             This
             great
             Example
             Female
             Charms
             do
             show
             ,
          
           
             When
             in
             a
             Hero
             's
             Joyn'd
             a
             Lover
             too
             .
          
           
             Nor
             shall
             Flavira
             thy
             bright
             Story
             be
             ,
          
           
             Heap'd
             in
             Oblivious
             dull
             Calamity
             .
          
           
             With
             what
             the
             Beauteous
             Rosalin's
             soft
             flame
             ,
          
           
             May
             Merit
             from
             Records
             repriv'd
             by
             same
             .
          
           
             Many
             renown'd
             these
             splendors
             had
             admir'd
             ,
          
           
             Whilst
             their
             Souls
             wishes
             differently
             conspir'd
             .
          
           
             In
             
             Rosalin's
             smooth
             breast
             remain'd
             no
             space
          
           
             Where
             full
             affection
             did
             not
             Lucas
             place
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             so
             screnely
             calm
             did
             that
             admit
             ,
          
           
             As
             spoke
             her
             flower
             of
             Love
             and
             facile
             Wit.
          
           
             Flavira
             more
             severely
             did
             apply
             ,
          
           
             ●o
             heighten
             flames
             of
             Magnanimity
             .
          
           
             Judging
             that
             perills
             to
             her
             Lover
             brought
             ,
          
           
             The
             Haughty
             Trophies
             by
             her
             wishes
             sought
             .
          
           
             Nor
             wou'd
             she
             yield
             Fames
             trusty
             Tongue
             cou'd
             blaze
          
           
             Valour
             that
             equall'd
             Lyle's
             Heroick
             praise
             .
          
           
             Too
             proudly
             glorying
             ,
             that
             her
             powerfull
             Charms
          
           
             Joyn'd
             with
             her
             Lovers
             Soul
             propense
             to
             Arms.
          
           
           
             Forgetting
             that
             too
             often
             Stars
             deny'd
          
           
             To
             Crown
             the
             Ends
             of
             Womans
             daring
             pride
             .
          
           
             These
             Beauties
             that
             did
             ●in●ally
             derive
          
           
             A
             Gen'rous
             Bloud
             did
             worthily
             Contrive
             ,
          
           
             How
             they
             might
             strictest
             Amity
             compleat
             ,
          
           
             And
             like
             their
             Lovers
             prove
             in
             Friendship
             great
             .
          
           
             Oft
             they
             prolong'd
             discourse
             till
             setting
             Sun
             ,
          
           
             Rehearsing
             deeds
             this
             dreadfull
             Warr
             were
             done
             :
          
           
             Oft
             had
             they
             broke
             repose
             in
             hope
             to
             hear
          
           
             Events
             of
             Fights
             in
             which
             their
             Hero's
             were
             .
          
           
             Nor
             did
             the
             Objects
             of
             their
             passion
             ●ind
             ▪
          
           
             No
             different
             Method
             to
             their
             Values
             Joyn'd
             .
          
           
             In
             Lucas
             Valour
             fiercely
             did
             abound
             ,
          
           
             And
             firm
             as
             Hanniball
             in
             Conduct
             found
             :
          
           
             When
             Fields
             were
             most
             Imbru'd
             with
             bloudy
             streams
             ,
          
           
             Or
             Foes
             were
             charg'd
             Renown'd
             for
             Martiall
             flames
             .
          
           
             But
             in
             Great
             Lyle
             another
             Scipio
             seem'd
             ,
          
           
             Calm
             as
             best
             Fortitude
             wou'd
             be
             esteem'd
             ,
          
           
             Or
             Soul
             that
             's
             mild
             and
             Tracticably
             great
             ,
          
           
             And
             ,
             like
             that
             Roman
             ,
             Prowess
             cou'd
             compleat
             .
          
           
           
             These
             
             Hero's
             who
             did
             gloriously
             contend
          
           
             How
             each
             might
             most
             appear
             a
             signall
             friend
             ,
          
           
             Had
             mixt
             with
             Intervalls
             of
             Martial
             thought
             ,
          
           
             The
             soft
             discoveries
             from
             loves
             Text
             were
             taught
             .
          
           
             Dilating
             much
             
             Fl●vira's
             sprightly
             Charms
             ,
          
           
             Her
             darting
             Beams
             with
             her
             applause
             of
             Arms.
          
           
             Besides
             the
             Epithites
             they
             did
             allow
          
           
             To
             
             Rosalin's
             smooth
             Grace
             and
             Feature
             due
             .
          
           
             And
             might
             pose
             aptest
             Story
             to
             convey
             ,
          
           
             Where
             love
             and
             Merit
             best
             direct
             their
             way
             .
          
           
             Lucas
             ,
             whose
             Soul
             was
             fill'd
             with
             daring
             flame
             ,
          
           
             And
             thirst
             of
             deeds
             that
             siercely
             purchas'd
             fame
             :
          
           
             R●lentless
             to
             all
             softness
             of
             the
             mind
             ,
          
           
             By
             which
             his
             M●rtial
             heat
             might
             be
             declin'd
             :
          
           
             Unto
             Couragious
             Lyle
             did
             thus
             express
             ;
          
           
             Much
             is
             my
             heart
             obliged
             to
             confess
          
           
             Admired
             
             Rosalin's
             serenest
             Praise
             ,
          
           
             And
             what
             her
             blooming
             splendors
             yet
             may
             raise
             .
          
           
             Nor
             is
             't
             unknown
             to
             me
             how
             many
             Brave
          
           
             At
             Beauty's
             Tempting
             shrine
             vou●hsa●'d
             to
             crave
             :
          
           
           
             This
             even
             Achilles
             did
             when
             he
             obey'd
          
           
             Deidamia's
             Charms
             ,
             tho'
             Greeks
             then
             miss'd
             his
             aid
             .
          
           
             But
             ne're
             of
             Lucas
             story
             shall
             relate
             ,
          
           
             That
             Amorous
             leisure
             stay'd
             his
             warlike
             heat
             .
          
           
             Or
             that
             for
             him
             Gay
             Hymens
             Tapers
             burn
             ,
          
           
             Whilst
             Loyall
             blouds
             oblig'd
             it's
             loss
             to
             mourn
             :
          
           
             Or
             Foes
             shall
             dare
             their
             Prince
             oppose
             with
             Arms
             ,
          
           
             Howe're
             I
             value
             womans
             lovely
             Charms
             .
          
           
             This
             speech
             the
             worthy
             Lyle
             severer
             thought
             ,
          
           
             Then
             what
             loves
             Maxims
             usually
             had
             taught
             ;
          
           
             And
             cou'd
             not
             but
             with
             Generous
             pity
             see
             ,
          
           
             The
             Grief
             of
             Soul
             which
             
             Rosalin's
             might
             be
             .
          
           
             Whose
             sense
             tho'
             Calm
             ,
             as
             dawn
             of
             Gentlest
             day
             ,
          
           
             Might
             yield
             resentment
             at
             unquoth
             delay
             .
          
           
             But
             much
             had
             Lyle
             Flavira's
             sense
             repin'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             known
             Caprice
             unto
             her
             Value
             Joyn'd
             :
          
           
             Prone
             to
             exact
             from
             his
             Atcheivments
             more
          
           
             Then
             he
             wish'd
             Men
             should
             from
             his
             deeds
             explore
             .
          
           
             Discerning
             well
             how
             often
             Mortall
             praise
             ,
          
           
             Does
             less
             Mans
             Merit
             then
             detraction
             raise
             .
          
           
           
             These
             apprehensions
             in
             the
             worthy
             Lyle
             ,
          
           
             Convey'd
             by
             looks
             instead
             of
             words
             their
             stile
             .
          
           
             An
             outward
             proneness
             Nature
             does
             dispense
          
           
             When
             genuinly
             discribed
             her
             inward
             sense
             .
          
           
             And
             from
             the
             Soul
             's
             Internall
             worth
             implies
          
           
             Some
             Trouble
             in
             the
             Face
             that
             truth
             denies
             .
          
           
             In
             which
             strict
             Mirror
             Lucas
             soon
             perceiv'd
          
           
             Th'
             Emotions
             which
             his
             Lyle
             within
             had
             griev'd
             .
          
           
             And
             held
             it
             no
             less
             worthy
             to
             Assay
             ,
          
           
             If
             Martiall
             thoughts
             con'd
             his
             concerns
             allay
             .
          
           
             To
             whom
             he
             thus
             delivers
             ,
             if
             great
             friend
          
           
             Thou
             wou'dst
             with
             me
             thy
             Gallant
             worth
             extend
             ;
          
           
             Think
             not
             the
             Harmony
             of
             Lute
             and
             Voice
             ,
          
           
             Or
             Face
             which
             the
             Effeminate
             Man
             can
             most
             rejoyce
             ;
          
           
             Should
             mix
             their
             Gentle
             Fervors
             with
             the
             Flame
          
           
             That
             Spirits
             deeds
             which
             spread
             a
             Soldiers
             Fame
             .
          
           
             Not
             that
             I
             Love
             perversly
             do
             decline
          
           
             In
             the
             Attractive
             form
             of
             Rosaline
             :
          
           
             Enough
             my
             Soul
             her
             value
             can
             admire
             ,
          
           
             When
             Mars
             there
             leaves
             a
             space
             for
             Amorous
             fire
             .
          
           
           
             This
             said
             ,
             to
             their
             Commands
             these
             
             Hero's
             speed
             ,
          
           
             As
             aptest
             Stations
             whence
             their
             same
             shou'd
             spread
             .
          
           
             The
             Royall
             Forces
             before
             Redding
             drew
             ,
          
           
             When
             like
             a
             dismall
             Round
             they
             soon
             did
             view
          
           
             An
             Armies
             Compass
             to
             a
             Leagure
             form'd
             ,
          
           
             Not
             from
             Intent
             the
             Town
             shou'd
             then
             be
             storm'd
             ;
          
           
             Since
             as
             in
             Course
             of
             Story
             has
             been
             told
             ,
          
           
             Feilding
             did
             Treaty
             for
             surrender
             Hold.
          
           
             And
             e're
             the
             Kings
             Battalions
             thither
             came
             ,
          
           
             The
             time
             of
             yielding
             fully
             known
             to
             Fame
             .
          
           
             Treaty
             ,
             best
             Captains
             sometimes
             wisely
             chuse
             ,
          
           
             That
             by
             Concessions
             they
             may
             cheapest
             loose
             .
          
           
             Deeming
             that
             he
             too
             much
             provoketh
             Fate
             ,
          
           
             Who
             leaves
             to
             Fortune
             all
             that
             force
             may
             get
             .
          
           
             But
             Wars
             intrign's
             when
             of
             this
             saving
             kind
             ,
          
           
             Rarely
             obliging
             disquisitions
             find
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             most
             their
             boldest
             Criticisms
             bestow
             ,
          
           
             On
             deeds
             that
             Caution
             more
             then
             Valour
             show
             .
          
           
             Beside
             close
             Contracts
             might
             from
             gain
             arise
             ,
          
           
             Since
             Gold
             did
             often
             strongest
             Towns
             surprize
             .
          
           
           
             Propensly
             Judging
             that
             each
             worldly
             Fact
          
           
             Does
             private
             Int'rest
             most
             delign'd
             compact
             .
          
           
             All
             which
             from
             Fonds
             of
             fraud
             in
             Humane
             Race
             ,
          
           
             And
             Coveteous
             Guilt
             too
             aptly
             Men
             imbrace
             ;
          
           
             To
             such
             Constructions
             Mortalls
             do
             incline
             ,
          
           
             As
             like
             their
             vileness
             others
             they
             define
             .
          
           
             The
             King
             whose
             Prudence
             greatest
             was
             alone
             ,
          
           
             Might
             from
             Events
             have
             been
             Auspitious
             known
             :
          
           
             Had
             not
             his
             Gentle
             Soul
             been
             too
             propense
             ,
          
           
             Withdrawn
             by
             other
             far
             Inferiour
             Sense
             .
          
           
             And
             from
             that
             Times
             important
             Juncture
             shows
             ,
          
           
             That
             Princes
             best
             their
             perspectives
             dispose
             ,
          
           
             When
             they
             discern
             ,
             from
             Councills
             they
             receive
             ,
          
           
             That
             wiser
             to
             themselves
             their
             Souls
             can
             give
             .
          
           
             Some
             that
             wou'd
             to
             the
             King
             presage
             success
             ,
          
           
             Added
             unto
             their
             hope
             their
             Garnish'd
             dress
             .
          
           
             Judging
             that
             Kings
             such
             Courtship
             well
             Allow
          
           
             That
             Grandieur
             seem
             in
             Exigents
             to
             show
             .
          
           
             Others
             assur'd
             that
             Feilding
             would
             not
             fail
             ,
          
           
             By
             a
             Courageous
             sally
             to
             prevail
             :
          
           
           
             If
             first
             the
             Royall
             Conduct
             gain'd
             some
             Post
          
           
             That
             might
             impead
             the
             bold
             besiegers
             most
             .
          
           
             Which
             Motive
             being
             less
             Circumspect
             through
             hast
             ,
          
           
             Occasion'd
             Perills
             to
             ensue
             as
             fast
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             
               Essex
               Cawsham-Bridge
            
             had
             then
             possest
             ,
          
           
             And
             of
             his
             daring
             Arms
             there
             plac'd
             the
             best
             .
          
           
             Yet
             o're
             this
             pass
             't
             was
             res'lutely
             decreed
          
           
             That
             relief
             should
             to
             distress'd
             Redding
             speed
             .
          
           
             By
             many
             censur'd
             a
             Pernicious
             Course
             ,
          
           
             Since
             Nature
             there
             had
             posted
             too
             her
             Force
             .
          
           
             Besides
             't
             was
             thought
             some
             Leaders
             least
             perceiv'd
          
           
             What
             might
             that
             time
             have
             better
             been
             Atchiev'd
             .
          
           
             On
             Barkshire
             side
             ,
             where
             large
             Campaigns
             abound
             ,
          
           
             (
             The
             Scopefull
             Blessings
             of
             that
             fertile
             Ground
             )
          
           
             And
             through
             which
             (
             Straiten'd
             less
             )
             the
             Royall
             Power
          
           
             Might
             Reddings
             Leagure
             have
             attacqu'd
             that
             hour
             .
          
           
             But
             Heaven
             determin'd
             Cawsham-Bridge
             shou'd
             name
          
           
             That
             days
             Events
             which
             wonder
             gave
             to
             Fame
             .
          
           
             Rupert
             ,
             his
             Station
             took
             to
             force
             this
             pass
             ,
          
           
             (
             And
             sure
             't
             was
             hot
             where
             his
             the
             onset
             was
             )
          
           
           
             No
             Jove
             when
             painted
             with
             a
             dreadfull
             Brow
             ,
          
           
             Bidding
             his
             Lightening
             burst
             with
             Thunders
             Blow
             ,
          
           
             Could
             represent
             this
             Princes
             Conduct
             then
             ,
          
           
             Or
             Shot
             far
             surer
             Thunder'd
             deaths
             to
             Men.
          
           
             Tho'
             losses
             on
             his
             side
             were
             many
             found
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             Soul
             enough
             taught
             daring
             to
             abound
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             smoak
             and
             Flame
             did
             so
             promiscuous
             blend
             ,
          
           
             As
             Fames
             best
             eye
             ,
             which
             she
             did
             thither
             send
             ,
          
           
             Was
             forc'd
             with
             some
             disorder
             to
             relate
          
           
             How
             Chiefs
             renown'd
             and
             Soldiers
             mingl'd
             Fate
             .
          
           
             Tho'
             no
             bold
             deeds
             or
             Life
             profusely
             lost
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             what
             did
             praise
             their
             res'lute
             Conduct
             most
             ,
          
           
             Could
             from
             the
             hardy
             Foes
             their
             post
             obtain
             ,
          
           
             Who
             thought
             no
             loss
             too
             dear
             cou'd
             that
             Maintain
             .
          
           
             And
             by
             recruited
             Courage
             soon
             Supply'd
          
           
             The
             Rooms
             where
             Lives
             before
             had
             Stoutest
             dy'd
             .
          
           
             But
             leaving
             thus
             this
             Prince
             engag'd
             in
             Fight
             ,
          
           
             Some
             other
             prospects
             do
             my
             Muse
             Invite
             :
          
           
             Whereby
             this
             days
             fierce
             exit
             may
             be
             known
             ,
          
           
             Tho'
             not
             each
             Circumstance
             nor
             Action
             shown
             :
          
           
           
             Which
             tedious
             Chronicles
             more
             aptly
             spread
             ,
          
           
             And
             Stories
             where
             their
             Lumbers
             fully
             read
             .
          
           
             Ruthen
             a
             Captain
             long
             approv'd
             by
             Fame
             ,
          
           
             In
             Wars
             harsh
             Winters
             pass'd
             and
             Summers
             Flame
             ;
          
           
             And
             by
             Time
             Tutor'd
             ,
             in
             himself
             beheld
             ,
          
           
             How
             Ruffe
             experience
             in
             his
             years
             excell'd
             .
          
           
             Nor
             less
             the
             King
             his
             Antient
             prowess
             grac'd
             ,
          
           
             In
             being
             (
             as
             told
             )
             his
             Captain
             Generall
             plac'd
             .
          
           
             And
             had
             the
             Soldiers
             part
             as
             sully
             shown
             ,
          
           
             In
             his
             Attempt
             to
             save
             the
             sieged
             Town
             .
          
           
             No
             Chief
             his
             Conduct
             cou'd
             have
             then
             outdone
             ,
          
           
             If
             Fortune
             had
             been
             that
             day
             to
             be
             won
             .
          
           
             Much
             did
             his
             brave
             example
             then
             incite
             ,
          
           
             His
             Soldiers
             Valours
             led
             by
             him
             to
             sight
             ;
          
           
             And
             where
             observ'd
             less
             hardy
             to
             Assail
             ,
          
           
             He
             Strove
             by
             speech
             to
             win
             them
             to
             prevail
             ;
          
           
             Which
             as
             his
             Martial
             plainness
             did
             admit
          
           
             (
             The
             dialect
             his
             Soul
             did
             Chi●sly
             sit
             .
             )
          
           
             He
             then
             did
             utter
             ,
             much
             in
             words
             like
             these
             :
          
           
             Known
             't
             is
             to
             me
             how
             hardly
             Men
             appease
          
           
           
             The
             Hearts
             disorder
             ,
             when
             with
             Terror
             shook
             ,
          
           
             Or
             can't
             undaunted
             on
             disasters
             look
             :
          
           
             Which
             shou'd
             least
             disassect
             stout
             Soldiers
             Mind
             ,
          
           
             And
             his
             encrease
             of
             Honour
             ,
             thence
             declin'd
             .
          
           
             No
             step
             like
             that
             in
             Bloudy
             Fields
             I
             sought
             ,
          
           
             Or
             when
             Commanded
             shrank
             in
             Act
             or
             Thought
             .
          
           
             This
             Me
             from
             lowest
             Files
             did
             Gradual
             rais●
             ,
          
           
             Untill
             attain'd
             a
             steady
             Captains
             Praise
             .
          
           
             By
             the
             same
             Method
             let
             your
             Actions
             show
          
           
             That
             I
             your
             General
             am
             ,
             and
             Leader
             now
             .
          
           
             This
             Speech
             deliver'd
             with
             a
             Soldiers
             Grace
             ,
          
           
             And
             Brevity
             well
             suiting
             Time
             and
             place
             ,
          
           
             With
             what
             his
             long
             prov'd
             Conduct
             did
             Import
          
           
             To
             give
             their
             hope
             and
             Courage
             more
             effort
             :
          
           
             Soon
             did
             his
             drooping
             Militants
             dispose
          
           
             More
             vigorously
             against
             their
             daring
             Foes
             .
          
           
             And
             now
             Deaths
             Language
             soon
             by
             Guns
             was
             spoke
             ,
          
           
             Limbs
             scatter'd
             were
             with
             halfs
             of
             Bodies
             broke
             .
          
           
             Some
             Vali●nt
             Heads
             shot
             oss
             ,
             and
             as
             men
             Tell
          
           
             Their
             Trunks
             a
             while
             stood
             headless
             e're
             they
             sell.
          
           
           
             And
             where
             perhaps
             hereafter
             may
             be
             found
          
           
             Limbs
             (
             with
             their
             Bodies
             )
             ne're
             went
             under
             ground
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             Lives
             that
             by
             such
             Seperation
             fall
             ,
          
           
             Seem
             less
             to
             further
             Resurrections
             Call
             ,
          
           
             If
             ,
             in
             that
             Instant
             ,
             Missing
             parts
             must
             find
          
           
             Their
             bodies
             tho'
             to
             distant
             dust
             confin'd
             .
          
           
             What
             Man
             can
             doubt
             how
             various
             death
             was
             here
             ,
          
           
             Or
             how
             much
             thin'd
             by
             loss
             Files
             did
             appear
             .
          
           
             When
             Peals
             against
             Peals
             Death
             concey'd
             in
             Course
             ;
          
           
             Like
             Leaves
             ,
             Men
             dropt
             ,
             that
             feel
             rough
             ●utumns
             fo●ce
             .
          
           
             Tho'
             this
             from
             no
             side
             sury
             could
             withdraw
             ,
          
           
             Where
             Danger
             could
             not
             English
             Courage
             awe
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             Fortune
             yet
             a
             wavering
             Station
             held
             ,
          
           
             Who
             least
             to
             Arms
             grants
             favours
             uncompell'd
             .
          
           
             Essex
             w
             'had
             thought
             his
             hope
             enough
             secur'd
             ,
          
           
             Began
             to
             doubt
             how
             he
             stood
             then
             assur'd
             :
          
           
             The
             Bridge
             ,
             on
             which
             h
             'ad
             plac'd
             his
             stoutest
             Files
             ,
          
           
             Strow'd
             thick
             with
             Bodies
             there
             gave
             up
             their
             Toils
             .
          
           
             The
             Gentle
             streams
             that
             underneath
             did
             Glide
             ,
          
           
             With
             lowder
             Sobbs
             seem'd
             then
             to
             haste
             the
             Tide
             ;
          
           
           
             As
             through
             this
             Bridge
             the
             Billows
             had
             took
             flight
          
           
             With
             greater
             Noise
             and
             Trembling
             at
             this
             Fight
             .
          
           
             When
             breathless
             Corps
             into
             this
             stream
             were
             Thrown
             ,
          
           
             And
             on
             the
             Fleeting
             Billows
             gashly
             shown
             :
          
           
             Till
             in
             some
             Calmer
             hour
             (
             in
             stead
             of
             Graves
             )
          
           
             They
             sunk
             to
             Earth
             at
             bottom
             of
             these
             Waves
             .
          
           
             These
             sights
             the
             res'lute
             Earl
             did
             little
             please
             ,
          
           
             Besides
             disturb'd
             how
             he
             might
             next
             appease
          
           
             The
             Clamorous
             Houses
             ,
             should
             his
             Conduct
             fail
             ,
          
           
             Or
             not
             as
             was
             Expected
             then
             prevail
             .
          
           
             Enough
             observ'd
             how
             sti●●y
             some
             had
             strove
          
           
             To
             draw
             from
             him
             the
             Ruling
             Parties
             Love
             :
          
           
             And
             did
             their
             new
             Erected
             Creatures
             raise
             ,
          
           
             That
             subt'ly
             blemish'd
             his
             Loud
             vulgar
             praise
             .
          
           
             And
             as
             they
             spread
             the
             value
             of
             their
             own
             ,
          
           
             Had
             their
             Neglects
             on
             his
             Atchievments
             thrown
             .
          
           
             Whose
             Poplar
             Soul
             by
             all
             Attractions
             sought
          
           
             To
             be
             Fames
             Jewell
             in
             the
             peoples
             Thought
             .
          
           
             Detesting
             all
             that
             did
             aspire
             to
             rise
          
           
             Like
             him
             Conspicuous
             unto
             Common
             Eyes
             .
          
           
           
             Or
             bid
             him
             doubt
             that
             ,
             with
             few
             steps
             of
             Time
             ,
          
           
             Some
             other
             Grandeur
             to
             his
             height
             might
             Climb
             .
          
           
             Which
             apprehensions
             he
             cou'd
             least
             depress
             ,
          
           
             Whilst
             doubtfull
             seen
             by
             him
             that
             days
             success
             .
          
           
             Skippon
             ,
             whose
             bolder
             Zeal
             was
             strictly
             Joyn'd
          
           
             To
             what
             their
             sighting
             party
             had
             design'd
             :
          
           
             And
             as
             a
             Prime
             Enthu●●ast
             won
             on
             Men
          
           
             Who
             chose
             their
             Saints
             from
             sturdy
             sighters
             then
             .
          
           
             His
             Martial
             Consolation
             then
             applys
          
           
             (
             Fitting
             that
             Juncture
             )
             with
             erected
             Eyes
             .
          
           
             Thou
             Peer
             ,
             said
             he
             ,
             Heav'ns
             darling
             ,
             whom
             Gods
             call
          
           
             Hath
             set
             to
             own
             his
             Cause
             before
             us
             all
             ,
          
           
             And
             does
             this
             day
             our
             pious
             Breasts
             Inspire
             ,
          
           
             As
             was
             that
             Chiefs
             when
             full
             of
             smoke
             and
             fire
             .
          
           
             He
             saw
             the
             Bush
             ,
             a
             Flaming
             Tipe
             to
             him
          
           
             That
             Israels
             Force
             should
             Enemies
             consume
             .
          
           
             Tho'
             at
             that
             sight
             his
             stoutest
             Nerves
             did
             shake
             ,
          
           
             (
             As
             with
             us
             Zealots
             may
             be
             said
             to
             quake
             )
          
           
             Till
             more
             confirm'd
             how
             't
             was
             a
             Heavenly
             sign
             ,
          
           
             That
             God's
             select
             should
             Valours
             flame
             resine
             .
          
           
           
             Let
             this
             our
             boldest
             Enemies
             perceive
             ,
          
           
             And
             from
             their
             daring
             hazards
             death
             receive
             :
          
           
             As
             o're
             this
             pass
             their
             Files
             would
             force
             their
             way
             ,
          
           
             Till
             full
             by
             ours
             repuls'd
             this
             signal
             day
             .
          
           
             Doubt
             not
             but
             '
             ●will
             even
             Keinton-field
             exceed
             ,
          
           
             Or
             what
             at
             Brand●ord
             might
             have
             been
             Atchiev'd
             ,
          
           
             If
             sirmer
             Soul'd
             our
             conduct
             on
             had
             brought
          
           
             The
             Chearfull
             zeal
             that
             for
             us
             that
             time
             fought
             .
          
           
             All
             which
             I
             Instance
             with
             a
             Godly
             Flame
             ,
          
           
             That
             your
             deeds
             now
             might
             more
             exalt
             your
             fame
             .
          
           
             The
             Earl
             who
             did
             not
             much
             in
             words
             abound
             ,
          
           
             Or
             Canting
             Glosses
             then
             were
             frequent
             found
          
           
             With
             Scripture
             Hero's
             ,
             little
             seem'd
             to
             say
             ,
          
           
             Or
             what
             enough
             approv'd
             to
             sight
             their
             way
             .
          
           
             And
             now
             both
             sides
             had
             surious
             Conflicts
             brought
          
           
             As
             high
             as
             Valours
             
             Zenith
             ●ou'd
             be
             sought
             .
          
           
             If
             not
             ,
             to
             be
             yet
             more
             Supremely
             Brave
             ,
          
           
             Wish'd
             that
             their
             Souls
             unbody'd
             force
             might
             have
             ,
          
           
             Or
             unconsin'd
             unto
             such
             outward
             parts
          
           
             Whose
             power
             was
             less
             then
             vigour
             of
             ●●eir
             hearts
             .
          
           
           
             The
             Royalists
             like
             fierce
             Aggressors
             strove
          
           
             Th'
             Essexian●
             hardy
             prowess
             to
             remove
             .
          
           
             Tho'
             these
             like
             firmest
             Rock
             their
             Station
             held
             ,
          
           
             Too
             roughly
             fix'd
             to
             be
             by
             Waves
             repell'd
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             Bands
             of
             Billows
             'gainst
             their
             harden'd
             Might
          
           
             Bursting
             retire
             as
             more
             supply
             their
             Fight
             .
          
           
             And
             thus
             the
             Terrors
             of
             this
             day
             were
             seen
             ,
          
           
             With
             dismal
             Slaughters
             that
             did
             intervene
             .
          
           
             Some
             loudly
             ask'd
             what
             Motives
             cou'd
             Confine
          
           
             Fielding
             that
             Instant
             within
             Reddings
             Line
             .
          
           
             And
             not
             his
             vigorous
             Sally
             then
             apply
          
           
             T'
             divert
             at
             least
             the
             Stubborn
             Enemy
             .
          
           
             Considering
             how
             much
             Bloud
             was
             cast
             away
          
           
             In
             expectation
             of
             his
             aid
             that
             day
             .
          
           
             Others
             with
             grosser
             Murmurs
             did
             reflect
             ,
          
           
             Upon
             the
             Cause
             they
             ●udg'd
             of
             his
             neglect
             :
          
           
             And
             thus
             by
             virulent
             speech
             his
             Honour
             stain'd
             ,
          
           
             Which
             to
             that
             hour
             unquestion'd
             had
             remain'd
             .
          
           
             So
             various
             seem'd
             the
             Sense
             and
             Deeds
             of
             some
             ,
          
           
             That
             would
             the
             Soul
             and
             Facts
             of
             others
             doom
             .
          
           
           
             And
             which
             were
             here
             too
             tedious
             to
             repeat
             ,
          
           
             With
             all
             that
             Dy'd
             or
             Liv'd
             Heroick
             Great
             .
          
           
             As
             needless
             't
             were
             bold
             Lucas's
             worth
             to
             tell
             ,
          
           
             Or
             how
             undoubted
             Lyle
             did
             then
             excell
             :
          
           
             Who
             did
             in
             Warlike
             Actions
             so
             aspire
             ,
          
           
             As
             pos'd
             Hyperboles
             to
             advance
             them
             higher
             .
          
           
             But
             Valiant
             Dornland
             since
             thy
             Mighty
             Mind
          
           
             Had
             much
             peculiar
             Glory
             then
             adjoyn'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             such
             as
             did
             thy
             Eminent
             Figure
             raise
          
           
             Above
             the
             Levell
             of
             Associate
             Praise
             .
          
           
             My
             Muse
             shall
             here
             preserve
             thy
             Copy
             so
             ,
          
           
             As
             most
             Transcendent
             thou
             alone
             must
             go
             .
          
           
             Who
             tho'
             a
             Voluntier
             that
             day
             didst
             serve
             ,
          
           
             That
             uncommanded
             thou
             might'st
             more
             deserve
             :
          
           
             And
             with
             an
             Active
             Courage
             uncon●in'd
             ,
          
           
             Unto
             the
             Bravest
             Actions
             formost
             joyn'd
             .
          
           
             When
             judging
             that
             his
             P●rties
             Strenuous
             Fight
          
           
             Must
             lessen
             ,
             if
             not
             reinforc'd
             their
             Might
             .
          
           
             And
             fearing
             that
             some
             Messengers
             Mischance
             ,
          
           
             Or
             Falshood
             hinder'd
             
             Feilding's
             soon
             Advance
             ,
          
           
           
             In
             some
             like
             Ominous
             Pendants
             hung
             too
             near
          
           
             The
             Grace
             vouchsafed
             them
             by
             the
             Royal
             Ear
             :
          
           
             Since
             he
             conceiv'd
             the
             Kings
             Will
             did
             import
             ,
          
           
             That
             Feilding
             ,
             by
             some
             Sally's
             bold
             effort
          
           
             Should
             passage
             gain
             for
             his
             Stout
             Foot
             and
             Horse
          
           
             To
             aid
             the
             King
             ,
             and
             his
             Relief
             inforce
             .
          
           
             Revolving
             thus
             ,
             his
             fearless
             Steed
             he
             guides
             ,
          
           
             Swimming
             the
             River
             'twixt
             these
             sighting
             sides
             .
          
           
             To
             this
             adjoyn'd
             a
             Meadow's
             wide
             extent
             ,
          
           
             (
             Whose
             Pregnant
             Green
             more
             Liquid
             growth
             was
             lent
          
           
             When
             this
             Stream's
             spreading
             Arms
             did
             smoothly
             glide
          
           
             T'
             Imbrace
             the
             Surface
             as
             a
             T●●ming
             Bride
             )
          
           
             And
             having
             pass'd
             it
             starts
             his
             Valiant
             Race
             ,
          
           
             Where
             he
             beheld
             direct
             and
             open
             space
             ,
          
           
             That
             from
             the
             River
             to
             the
             Town
             did
             lead
             ,
          
           
             And
             that
             way
             guides
             his
             swi●t
             and
             hearty
             Steed
             .
          
           
             When
             Fortunes
             aid
             ,
             that
             best
             Designs
             can
             wing
             ,
          
           
             Did
             Dornland
             then
             unlet
             or
             danger'd
             bring
          
           
             Within
             the
             Town
             's
             Command
             ;
             but
             what
             surprize
          
           
             This
             bold
             Adventure
             gave
             his
             Enemies
             ,
          
           
           
             Or
             how
             prevented
             ,
             in
             that
             Dismal
             Hour
             ,
          
           
             From
             Intercepting
             him
             by
             Armed
             Power
             :
          
           
             Must
             sound
             Conjecture
             no
             less
             wonder
             give
             ,
          
           
             Then
             what
             admiring
             Men
             from
             Fame
             receive
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             like
             swift
             Bird
             ,
             that
             Wings
             the
             Airy
             wa●
          
           
             Where
             Rav'nous
             Fowl
             dispers'dly
             watch
             for
             Prey
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             with
             their
             Greedy
             Gorges
             must
             attend
          
           
             Untill
             with
             ●lower
             Feather'd
             they
             contend
             ,
          
           
             Or
             with
             more
             swift
             surprise
             their
             Tallons
             bring
          
           
             To
             grasp
             the
             Bird
             did
             them
             before
             out-wing
             :
          
           
             He
             then
             arriv'd
             ;
             and
             next
             to
             Feilding
             spoke
          
           
             Briefly
             this
             Sense
             ,
             with
             Meen
             compos'd
             and
             Look
             .
          
           
             Enough
             my
             hast
             the
             
             King
             's
             Concern
             implys
             ,
          
           
             As
             those
             sight
             yonder
             ,
             if
             so
             far
             your
             eyes
             ,
          
           
             With
             any
             Brave
             by
             you
             Commanded
             here
             ,
          
           
             Did
             from
             sad
             Opticks
             their
             Allarums
             share
             .
          
           
             And
             shame
             't
             were
             Redding
             such
             shou'd
             now
             confine
             ,
          
           
             That
             Blush
             to
             stand
             within
             a
             Leaguer'd
             Line
             ;
          
           
             Like
             rows
             of
             Cyp●●rs
             to
             no
             use
             amount
             ,
          
           
             Unless
             ,
             in
             you
             ,
             an
             Unite
             guides
             their
             Count
             ;
          
           
           
             E're
             Royal
             Bands
             their
             forc'd
             discomsits
             show
             ,
          
           
             Tho'
             unfought
             Feilding
             ,
             saw
             them
             vanquish'd
             so
             .
          
           
             If
             you
             no
             timely
             Summons
             yet
             has
             found
          
           
             That
             bids
             you
             hast
             your
             Drums
             and
             Trumpets
             sound
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             your
             Kings
             Assistance
             win
             your
             way
             :
          
           
             By
             me
             't
             is
             said
             ,
             nor
             apprehend
             this
             day
          
           
             But
             with
             Couragious
             odds
             you
             will
             enforce
             ,
          
           
             What
             's
             yet
             undone
             by
             Royal
             Foot
             and
             Horse
             .
          
           
             Our
             Foes
             enough
             their
             Consternation
             feel
             ,
          
           
             Who
             else
             had
             hinder'd
             my
             Steeds
             nimble
             heel
             ,
          
           
             Which
             passing
             near
             their
             Parties
             faces
             brought
          
           
             Me
             hither
             ,
             by
             no
             bold
             Pick●●rers
             fought
             .
          
           
             And
             if
             to
             guide
             or
             aid
             your
             resolute
             way
             ,
          
           
             You
             'le
             any
             Stress
             of
             Conduct
             on
             me
             lay
             ;
          
           
             Be
             well
             assur'd
             that
             Dornland
             shall
             be
             thine
          
           
             As
             far
             as
             worthy
             Motives
             can
             enjoyn
             .
          
           
             These
             words
             deliver'd
             with
             perspicuous
             Grace
             ,
          
           
             To
             
             Feilding's
             Soul
             amazement
             gave
             a
             space
             :
          
           
             Before
             by
             speech
             he
             utter'd
             this
             reply
             ;
          
           
             What
             Sense
             will
             your
             Heroick
             worth
             deny
             ,
          
           
           
             That
             thus
             contemning
             Perills
             brought
             you
             here
             ,
          
           
             Your
             Valour
             too
             adorn'd
             with
             Loyall
             Care.
          
           
             Yet
             know
             that
             Fieldings
             heart
             none
             need
             incite
             ,
          
           
             Who
             scorns
             to
             live
             and
             to
             be
             bid
             to
             sight
             .
          
           
             By
             Stars
             I
             vow
             ,
             and
             all
             Supreamest
             Good
             ,
          
           
             No
             chill
             nor
             disaffection
             in
             my
             bloud
          
           
             Shivers
             my
             heart
             ,
             or
             bids
             me
             turn
             unjust
          
           
             Unto
             the
             Reputation
             of
             my
             Trust.
          
           
             Believe
             me
             ,
             worthy
             Man
             ,
             I
             'de
             rather
             chuse
          
           
             This
             day
             with
             other
             Brave
             my
             life
             to
             loose
             ,
          
           
             Then
             stand
             such
             Peevish
             censure
             which
             I
             know
          
           
             Some
             meanly
             Soul'd
             will
             on
             my
             Value
             throw
             :
          
           
             Did
             not
             my
             Sted●ast
             honour
             me
             restrain
             ,
          
           
             And
             Treaty
             ,
             that
             adds
             links
             unto
             the
             Chain
             ;
          
           
             Which
             I
             admitted
             after
             well
             observ'd
             ,
          
           
             The
             Place
             too
             weak
             ,
             by
             me
             ,
             to
             be
             preserv'd
             .
          
           
             Were
             Redding
             else
             invested
             this
             bold
             hour
             ,
          
           
             With
             all
             the
             Houses
             best
             confirmed
             Power
             ,
          
           
             The
             King
             should
             not
             have
             fought
             and
             I
             stand
             still
             ,
          
           
             Had
             no
             express
             to
             Feilding
             spoke
             his
             will.
          
           
           
             But
             Prudence
             Joyn'd
             to
             Warlike
             Justice
             ▪
             stays
          
           
             Me
             from
             Attempting
             so
             inglorious
             praise
             .
          
           
             O
             That
             my
             Prince
             might
             this
             soon
             understand
             ,
          
           
             Ere
             he
             to
             loss
             does
             longer
             ●ight
             Command
             :
          
           
             Or
             hope
             my
             Conduct
             may
             him
             now
             repair
             ,
          
           
             Since
             in
             my
             breach
             of
             Faith
             his
             Cause
             wou'd
             share
             .
          
           
             Much
             had
             this
             speech
             the
             Gen'rous
             Dornland
             mov'd
             ,
          
           
             Who
             Strict
             Integrity
             in
             Man
             approv'd
             ;
          
           
             Judging
             no
             Fortitude
             deserv'd
             that
             name
             ,
          
           
             Unless
             best
             Justice
             does
             Compleat
             the
             claim
             .
          
           
             Which
             Thought
             well
             Ponder'd
             ,
             next
             he
             Feilding
             leaves
             ,
          
           
             And
             unto
             Courage
             and
             his
             Fortune
             gives
          
           
             His
             Persons
             Safety
             ,
             resolv'd
             his
             Trusty
             steed
          
           
             The
             same
             way
             back
             unto
             the
             King
             shou'd
             speed
             .
          
           
             But
             soon
             Perceiv'd
             his
             Foes
             had
             Stations
             chose
             ,
          
           
             Where
             they
             cou'd
             fiercely
             his
             return
             oppose
             ,
          
           
             Or
             any
             durst
             with
             daring
             hazzard
             bring
          
           
             Intelligence
             or
             Errand
             from
             the
             King
             ,
          
           
             That
             might
             th'engaged
             
             Feilding's
             Soul
             relax
             ,
          
           
             And
             Essex
             leave
             a
             fruitless
             Truce
             to
             Tax
             .
          
           
           
             The
             valiant
             Dornland
             seeing
             now
             how
             fast
          
           
             The
             Furious
             Enemy
             did
             accost
             his
             haste
             ;
          
           
             Before
             ,
             behind
             ,
             and
             round
             about
             him
             spread
             ,
          
           
             Admiring
             how
             they
             fail'd
             to
             leave
             him
             dead
             :
          
           
             Whilst
             Shot
             ,
             like
             Lines
             unto
             a
             Point
             design'd
             ,
          
           
             Fl●w
             as
             no
             Center
             but
             his
             Heart
             't
             wou'd
             find
             .
          
           
             On
             all
             sides
             in
             his
             flight
             he
             fought
             with
             some
             ,
          
           
             Through
             others
             to
             their
             Fate
             he
             forc'd
             his
             room
             ,
          
           
             Untill
             his
             Nimble
             Courser
             and
             his
             Fight
             ,
          
           
             At
             once
             out-did
             his
             swift
             Pursuers
             Might
             .
          
           
             And
             in
             this
             bold
             Adventure
             did
             receive
          
           
             Such
             Marks
             of
             Glory
             with
             best
             Verse
             may
             live
             .
          
           
             His
             Vesture
             torn
             with
             Shot
             ,
             as
             Ensigns
             show
             ,
          
           
             When
             Eyes
             the
             Bearers
             Valour
             thence
             allow
             .
          
           
             Besides
             some
             Scars
             upon
             his
             Visage
             seen
             ,
          
           
             Which
             told
             how
             sharp
             his
             perils
             then
             had
             been
             .
          
           
             Thus
             he
             return'd
             and
             to
             the
             King
             made
             known
          
           
             Nobly
             ,
             what
             Sense
             of
             Feilding
             was
             his
             own
             ,
          
           
             With
             all
             Averments
             by
             that
             Chief
             were
             made
             ,
          
           
             Why
             he
             his
             Princes
             Mandate
             disobey'd
             :
          
           
           
             Since
             he
             oblig'd
             by
             Truce
             must
             Redding
             yield
             ,
          
           
             And
             not
             to
             save
             that
             help
             to
             win
             the
             Field
             .
          
           
             The
             King
             now
             
             Dornland's
             worth
             perceived
             more
             ,
          
           
             Then
             from
             observance
             first
             he
             did
             explore
             .
          
           
             Resolving
             thence
             that
             with
             his
             Kingly
             Grace
          
           
             He
             'd
             such
             remark
             upon
             his
             Merit
             place
             ,
          
           
             That
             should
             most
             aptly
             unto
             Fame
             convey
          
           
             The
             Loyal
             value
             he
             atcheiv'd
             that
             day
             .
          
           
             Saying
             ,
             Thy
             Prince
             this
             Jewell
             gives
             to
             thee
             ;
          
           
             And
             if
             presage
             of
             his
             Auspicious
             be
             ,
          
           
             His
             Cause
             shall
             prosper
             with
             renown'd
             success
             ,
          
           
             Whilst
             thee
             ,
             to
             wear
             this
             gift
             ,
             Heavens
             will
             shall
             bless
             .
          
           
             This
             worthy
             Mans
             Intelligence
             thus
             told
             ,
          
           
             Soon
             mov'd
             the
             King
             to
             bid
             that
             his
             force
             should
          
           
             No
             longer
             suffer
             by
             continuing
             sight
          
           
             Which
             so
             much
             Fruitless
             prospect
             gave
             to
             sight
             .
          
           
             And
             thus
             both
             sides
             with
             too
             great
             loss
             withdrew
             ,
          
           
             Since
             English
             bloud
             did
             that
             more
             precious
             shew
             .
          
           
             Much
             like
             to
             Ships
             with
             Masts
             and
             rigging
             tore
             ,
          
           
             And
             Men
             disabl'd
             ,
             next
             must
             tack
             to
             shore
             ,
          
           
           
             Where
             with
             most
             leisure
             and
             industrious
             Care
             ,
          
           
             Their
             dismall
             loss
             and
             figures
             they
             repair
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           The
           FIFTH
           BOOK
           .
        
         
           
             The
             Argument
             .
          
           
             
               Redding
               deliver'd
               ,
               by
               a
               Martial
               Call
            
             
               The
               Actions
               Tax'd
               ,
               and
               Feilding
               doom'd
               to
               dye
               .
            
             
               Conduct
               deprav'd
               the
               Court
               and
               Field
               affects
               ,
            
             
               Which
               Dornlands
               Soul
               does
               ominously
               revolve
               :
            
             
               Who
               unto
               Polyaster
               next
               repairs
               ,
            
             
               From
               his
               deep
               Science
               prospects
               to
               discern
            
             
               Of
               this
               Wars
               fature
               Actions
               and
               Events
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             THe
             Tongue
             of
             Fame
             ,
             whose
             Ensign
             is
             the
             Crowd
             ,
          
           
             When
             various
             Clamours
             she
             disperseth
             Lowd
             ,
          
           
             Or
             Throws
             on
             Mortals
             multiply'd
             Mistake
             ,
          
           
             As
             they
             through
             Errors-Glass
             their
             Prospects
             take
             .
          
           
             Whence
             oft
             to
             Vulgar
             thoughts
             such
             Mediums
             rise
          
           
             That
             feed
             the
             Ignis-fatuus
             of
             their
             Eyes
             .
          
           
             Nor
             seldom
             do
             contests
             in
             Camps
             proclaim
          
           
             How
             boldly
             Militants
             Impose
             on
             Fame
             .
          
           
           
             To
             which
             Court-Minion●
             their
             concurrence
             yield
             ,
          
           
             When
             they
             with
             Martialists
             Intrigue
             in
             field
             .
          
           
             And
             would
             on
             Measures
             (
             by
             the
             Armed
             chose
             ,
             )
          
           
             Their
             complisance
             most
             plausibly
             dispose
             .
          
           
             Whose
             Souls
             are
             to
             such
             gawdy
             Mo●als
             joyn'd
             ,
          
           
             As
             least
             unto
             adversity
             are
             kind
             ;
          
           
             Or
             genuinly
             the
             deeds
             of
             men
             Express
             ,
          
           
             When
             Int'rested
             their
             value
             to
             depress
             .
          
           
             All
             which
             unhappy
             Feildings
             Case
             now
             prov'd
             ,
          
           
             Gainst
             whom
             both
             Court
             &
             Camp
             displeasures
             mov'd
             .
          
           
             Nor
             less
             then
             dreadfull
             Martial
             sense
             must
             free
          
           
             His
             person
             charg'd
             with
             Faithless
             Infamy
             .
          
           
             Which
             did
             the
             Kings
             just
             Temper
             more
             Incense
             ,
          
           
             As
             Reddings
             Loss
             was
             aggravated
             thence
             .
          
           
             And
             thus
             before
             this
             Rigid
             Bar
             did
             come
             ,
          
           
             The
             once
             Fam'd
             Fielding
             ,
             to
             receive
             his
             doom
             .
          
           
             Whose
             former
             worth
             no
             Mitigation
             gain'd
             ,
          
           
             As
             he
             then
             seem'd
             to
             Honours
             Jury
             stain'd
             .
          
           
             By
             whose
             strict
             Verdict
             sentence
             soon
             was
             past
             ,
          
           
             And
             day
             appointed
             that
             must
             be
             his
             Last
             ;
          
           
           
             From
             Executioners
             that
             Mars
             does
             call
             ,
          
           
             When
             his
             Delinquents
             shou'd
             most
             daring
             fall
             .
          
           
             Tho'
             Honor'd
             held
             if
             they
             by
             Engines
             dye
             ,
          
           
             That
             Force
             with
             utmost
             dread
             the
             Arm'd
             to
             ●●y
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             he
             with
             Constant
             ●ortitude
             Comply'd
          
           
             To
             bear
             th'
             Infliction
             'gainst
             his
             Life
             d●creed
             .
          
           
             Whence
             many
             worthys
             had
             more
             value
             plac'd
          
           
             On
             him
             so
             ●●conc●rn'd
             his
             end
             embrac'd
             .
          
           
             As
             Gen'rous
             confidence
             ,
             when
             Death
             is
             near
             ,
          
           
             Implys
             the
             Soul
             disdains
             her
             Cause
             to
             ●●ar
             .
          
           
             Which
             worth
             in
             him
             Compassion
             more
             Inclin'd
             ,
          
           
             With
             such
             discernments
             as
             might
             aptost
             find
          
           
             Regards
             of
             Mercy
             ,
             if
             those
             Motives
             might
          
           
             His
             death
             prevent
             and
             wounded
             Honour
             right
             .
          
           
             Considering
             next
             if
             like
             a
             Soldier
             He
          
           
             Had
             yielded
             Redding
             to
             the
             Enemy
             ,
          
           
             On
             Terms
             that
             prudent
             Captains
             wou'd
             embrace
             ,
          
           
             When
             they
             'd
             surrender
             fortified
             place
             .
          
           
             The
             Scituation
             weigh'd
             and
             what
             might
             thence
          
           
             Induce
             him
             not
             to
             hazzard
             its
             defence
             .
          
           
           
             All
             which
             discurssions
             with
             their
             Calm
             and
             heat
             ,
          
           
             Found
             soon
             Conveyance
             to
             the
             Royall
             Seat
             :
          
           
             Which
             Pallace-Perdu's
             watchfully
             attend
             ,
          
           
             That
             their
             Address
             may
             thither
             first
             ascend
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             ,
             of
             Court
             Intercessors
             most
             admir'd
             .
          
           
             *
             Beauty
             for
             Feildings
             safety
             then
             Conspir'd
             :
          
           
             And
             with
             the
             Eminent
             Lusters
             of
             her
             Face
             ,
          
           
             Begg'd
             for
             this
             Chief
             her
             Sovereigns
             Act
             of
             Grace
             ,
          
           
             With
             Tears
             that
             most
             resistless
             ,
             Men
             surprize
             ,
          
           
             When
             made
             the
             grief
             and
             Prayer
             of
             womens
             eyes
             .
          
           
             Which
             Far
             Compassion
             in
             her
             Sovereign
             mov'd
             ,
          
           
             Who
             Chastly
             Female
             Gracious
             spendors
             lov'd
             .
          
           
             And
             held
             no
             Bounty
             by
             their
             Charms
             obtain'd
             ,
          
           
             But
             was
             their
             value
             when
             with
             Virtue
             gain'd
             .
          
           
             And
             to
             this
             worthy
             of
             her
             Sex
             thus
             said
             ,
          
           
             Happy
             is
             Fielding
             for
             whom
             you
             have
             paid
             ,
          
           
             The
             Value
             of
             your
             pity
             shed
             in
             Tears
             :
          
           
             Tho'
             Warlike
             Sense
             a
             Ruffer
             course
             oft
             Stears
             .
          
           
           
             Then
             Mercies
             Milder
             Orb
             or
             Conduct
             show
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             Beams
             from
             Breasts
             of
             Kings
             ,
             most
             boundless
             flow
             .
          
           
             Nor
             has
             Attentless
             ear
             to
             Mercies
             call
          
           
             Been
             e're
             my
             Crime
             ,
             or
             Subjects
             unjust
             fall
             .
          
           
             Which
             Candid
             mildness
             shin'd
             throughout
             my
             Reign
             ,
          
           
             When
             Sanguine
             guilt
             did
             other
             Scepters
             Stain
             .
          
           
             And
             if
             Offenders
             I
             less
             prone
             forgive
             ,
          
           
             Their
             Souls
             may
             in
             their
             bodies
             blush
             to
             live
             .
          
           
             But
             Providence
             ,
             whose
             secret
             Acts
             of
             Grace
          
           
             Incline
             the
             hearts
             of
             Kings
             to
             Mercies
             Case
             ;
          
           
             And
             like
             Heavens
             bounties
             in
             the
             Orbs
             above
             ,
          
           
             Do
             Sovereign
             Conduct
             more
             benignly
             Move
             :
          
           
             To
             which
             within
             the
             Royal
             Sphere
             was
             joyn'd
          
           
             Wales
             blooming
             Prince
             ,
             whose
             soon
             compassion
             shin'd
             .
          
           
             As
             Princely
             Souls
             ,
             when
             most
             enrich'd
             by
             Heaven
             ,
          
           
             Have
             Mercies
             Talents
             early
             to
             them
             given
             .
          
           
             What
             verse
             his
             Royal
             Graces
             can
             declare
          
           
             In
             Acts
             (
             his
             Mirrors
             )
             so
             transparent
             are
             .
          
           
             And
             in
             a
             Second
             Charles
             the
             Former
             known
             ,
          
           
             As
             Kings
             whose
             Souls
             no
             Interregnum
             own
             .
          
           
           
             And
             thus
             unto
             his
             Royal
             Father
             said
             ,
          
           
             Th'
             Address
             that
             for
             your
             Gracious
             Pardon
             's
             made
          
           
             By
             this
             fair
             object
             ,
             let
             my
             Heart
             conspire
          
           
             To
             aid
             as
             her
             attractive
             Beams
             require
             .
          
           
             Nor
             is
             't
             denied
             that
             with
             my
             youthfull
             years
          
           
             Compassion
             flows
             where
             Woman
             sheds
             her
             Tears
             .
          
           
             By
             whose
             bright
             Sex
             I
             early
             do
             explore
             ,
          
           
             That
             hard
             't
             is
             to
             deny
             when
             they
             Implore
             .
          
           
             These
             Intercessions
             of
             a
             Royal
             Son
          
           
             Much
             on
             the
             Kings
             forgiving
             Nature
             won
             .
          
           
             Glad
             that
             his
             Princely
             Heir
             did
             then
             appear
          
           
             So
             Ripe
             in
             Mercy
             e're
             his
             Manhood
             year
             .
          
           
             As
             if
             presaging
             that
             in
             Future
             Time
             ,
          
           
             When
             evil
             Men
             had
             highest
             rais'd
             their
             Crime
             ,
          
           
             His
             Fam'd
             oblivions
             shou'd
             make
             Subjects
             know
          
           
             How
             much
             the
             Father
             by
             the
             Son
             they
             owe.
          
           
             When
             first
             the
             Condemned
             Feilding
             Liv'd
             to
             see
          
           
             Himself
             acquitted
             by
             their
             Clemency
             .
          
           
             After
             a
             Warlike
             Counsel
             had
             decreed
          
           
             He
             shou'd
             to
             Mars
             as
             Sacrificed
             Bleed
             .
          
           
           
             By
             which
             't
             is
             seen
             how
             oft
             th'
             Impeached
             find
          
           
             Their
             fellow-Subjects
             less
             then
             Monarchs
             kind
             .
          
           
             Much
             did
             this
             Gracious
             Act
             the
             Court
             divide
             ,
          
           
             As
             parties
             there
             did
             different
             Measures
             guide
             .
          
           
             Who
             under
             Princes
             Good
             Improve
             the
             Skill
          
           
             Of
             being
             most
             Artfull
             as
             they
             save
             or
             kill
             .
          
           
             And
             in
             extremes
             of
             things
             such
             thoughts
             Impart
          
           
             As
             little
             shew
             the
             Courtiers
             Candid
             Art.
          
           
             Or
             as
             some
             late
             Caballs
             disposed
             were
             ,
          
           
             That
             could
             for
             interest
             love
             or
             hate
             endear
             :
          
           
             Seldom
             permitting
             Just
             concern
             to
             come
          
           
             Nearer
             the
             Heart
             then
             their
             cold
             Lobby-Room
             .
          
           
             Tho'
             Applications
             early
             visits
             make
             ,
          
           
             In
             hope
             a
             kinder
             Patron
             next
             may
             wake
             :
          
           
             Or
             not
             Transcendent
             vileness
             so
             extend
             ,
          
           
             As
             ,
             more
             then
             Prince
             ,
             wou'd
             present
             ends
             befriend
             .
          
           
             Which
             Sense
             that
             Season
             did
             with
             some
             abound
             ,
          
           
             (
             And
             with
             their
             vailed
             Treason
             after
             found
             )
          
           
             Held
             with
             the
             Subtle
             Houses
             to
             Conspire
             ,
          
           
             To
             whom
             they
             Royal
             secrets
             sent
             for
             hire
             .
          
           
           
             Of
             which
             not
             few
             suspected
             were
             that
             time
             ,
          
           
             But
             most
             the
             false
             Sydesmonds
             impious
             Crime
             ,
          
           
             Who
             could
             such
             specious
             Measures
             give
             to
             things
             ,
          
           
             That
             Serpent-like
             his
             Soul
             deceiv'd
             the
             Kings
             .
          
           
             No
             Pallace
             e're
             did
             such
             a
             Synon
             know
             ,
          
           
             As
             Measures
             yet
             to
             come
             will
             fully
             show
             .
          
           
             Often
             he
             had
             unto
             the
             Foe
             convey'd
             ,
          
           
             How
             by
             his
             Sovereign
             Wars
             designs
             were
             lay'd
             .
          
           
             And
             whence
             the
             wary
             Enemy
             might
             wave
             ,
          
           
             Attempts
             intended
             ,
             or
             advantage
             have
             .
          
           
             All
             which
             Clandestine
             Arts
             had
             greater
             source
          
           
             From
             the
             Composure
             of
             the
             Royal
             Force
             .
          
           
             Whose
             Ranks
             most
             fill'd
             with
             Gen'rous
             blond
             and
             flame
             ,
          
           
             That
             with
             profuser
             courage
             Courted
             Fame
          
           
             Then
             Martiall
             caution
             strictly
             did
             allow
             ,
          
           
             Occasion'd
             their
             disasters
             to
             ensue
             .
          
           
             At
             Night
             their
             quarters
             forc'd
             when
             sometimes
             they
          
           
             Watchless
             ,
             or
             more
             supine
             disorder'd
             lay
             .
          
           
             The
             Gen'rous
             Dornland
             this
             had
             duely
             weigh'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             how
             through
             their
             Miscarriage
             ,
             or
             betray'd
             ;
          
           
           
             The
             Loyal
             Mil'tants
             oft
             defeated
             were
             ,
          
           
             And
             from
             Enormous
             loss
             might
             Tax
             their
             care
             .
          
           
             But
             more
             did
             Dornlands
             busy
             thoughts
             debate
             ,
          
           
             The
             gift
             and
             strange
             Prediction
             which
             so
             late
          
           
             His
             Sovereign
             on
             his
             Merit
             had
             bestow'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             like
             Kings
             Souls
             remote
             import
             foreshow'd
             .
          
           
             And
             next
             revolving
             in
             his
             Anxious
             mind
             ,
          
           
             If
             letter'd
             Man
             could
             Explanation
             find
          
           
             Of
             thuoghts
             abstrusely
             on
             his
             sense
             prevail'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             must
             by
             deepest
             Science
             be
             unvail'd
             .
          
           
             None
             like
             the
             famous
             *
             Polyaster
             He
          
           
             Deem'd
             fit
             to
             Salve
             this
             seeming
             Mystery
             ;
          
           
             By
             Emblem
             might
             the
             Kings
             concern
             unfold
             ,
          
           
             And
             what
             of
             Dornland
             was
             to
             be
             foretold
             .
          
           
             Polyaster
             who
             might
             weighty
             Story
             Fill
             ,
          
           
             With
             all
             that
             could
             Illustrate
             humane
             skill
             ;
          
           
             Having
             to
             wonder
             Arts
             and
             Science
             shown
             ,
          
           
             And
             was
             then
             Poet
             more
             Paophetick
             known
             .
          
           
             Whose
             then
             aboad
             near
             Oxfords
             confines
             stood
             ,
          
           
             Adorn'd
             with
             shades
             and
             the
             adjoyning
             flood
             .
          
           
           
             Like
             Mansions
             by
             the
             wiser
             Ancients
             chose
             ,
          
           
             When
             they
             'd
             from
             Worldly
             cares
             themselves
             repose
             .
          
           
             Or
             had
             on
             purpose
             thoughtfull
             leisure
             took
          
           
             T'
             unfold
             the
             secrets
             of
             Great
             Natures
             Book
             .
          
           
             Him
             Dornland
             visits
             when
             most
             Mortall
             eyes
          
           
             Were
             clos'd
             by
             sleep
             ,
             and
             only
             restloss
             skies
          
           
             To
             Usher
             night
             their
             sparkling
             Tapers
             lent
             ▪
          
           
             Till
             the
             Worlds
             eye
             survey'd
             the
             days
             extent
             .
          
           
             Coelestiall
             Motions
             ,
             with
             their
             Sublime
             Powers
             ,
          
           
             Observ'd
             by
             him
             in
             many
             usefull
             hours
          
           
             Which
             carefull
             life
             was
             in
             his
             Visage
             seem
          
           
             Where
             in
             his
             comely
             Age
             did
             ●●t●rven●
          
           
             Wrinckles
             ,
             which
             shew●d
             his
             Soul
             enough
             opp●est
             ,
          
           
             Tho'
             in
             that
             Warfull
             Time
             no
             sword
             depress't
          
           
             The
             Peacefull
             Contemplation
             of
             his
             mind
          
           
             Who
             did
             like
             the
             great
             *
             Syr●●use●n
             find
          
           
             Esteem
             that
             spread
             with
             largest
             wings
             of
             Fame
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             his
             Accurate
             knowledge
             blaz'd
             his
             Name
             .
          
           
           
             His
             Life
             's
             Strict
             Method
             did
             example
             raise
             ,
          
           
             The
             Reg'lar
             Ancients
             most
             approved
             praise
             ,
          
           
             With
             Contemplations
             so
             dispos'd
             that
             he
          
           
             To
             Heaven
             and
             Time
             might
             still
             least
             debter
             be
             .
          
           
             Whose
             precious
             Hours
             his
             richest
             thought
             employ'd
             ,
          
           
             When
             he
             ,
             as
             life's
             best
             Steward
             ,
             them
             enjoy'd
             .
          
           
             Admiring
             how
             the
             Prodigalls
             of
             Time
          
           
             Durst
             ,
             that
             debauch'd
             ,
             Annex
             unto
             their
             Crime
             .
          
           
             As
             if
             the
             Worlds
             swift
             eye
             did
             beams
             bestow
          
           
             For
             slothfull
             Mans
             Excentrick
             use
             below
             :
          
           
             Or
             Stars
             ,
             that
             ow'd
             the
             Sun
             vast
             sums
             of
             Light
             ,
          
           
             Did
             shine
             to
             aid
             the
             wicked
             deeds
             of
             Night
             .
          
           
             With
             Prayer
             he
             first
             began
             ,
             that
             aid
             divine
          
           
             Might
             to
             his
             Sublime
             thoughts
             assistance
             joyn
             ;
          
           
             Nor
             did
             he
             close
             his
             Eyes
             at
             Night
             to
             rest
             ,
          
           
             Till
             kneeling
             he
             had
             own'd
             days
             founder
             blest
             .
          
           
             Wondring
             that
             Mortalls
             largely
             cou'd
             receive
             ,
          
           
             And
             Heaven
             ,
             the
             Authour
             ,
             Thanks
             so
             sparing
             give
             .
          
           
             Nor
             more
             his
             outward
             form
             of
             life
             compos'd
             ,
          
           
             Then
             sitting
             what
             his
             inward
             Gifts
             propos'd
             .
          
           
           
             His
             Food
             with
             best
             prov'd
             Temperance
             did
             agree
             ,
          
           
             When
             healthfull
             Life
             had
             long
             Antiquity
             :
          
           
             And
             Simple
             meats
             the
             bodies
             Strength
             resin'd
          
           
             More
             suitably
             Assistant
             to
             the
             Mind
             .
          
           
             This
             wisely
             Antient
             Contemplations
             rais'd
             ,
          
           
             When
             Temp'rate
             life
             and
             Science
             were
             most
             prais'd
             .
          
           
             Nor
             pains
             or
             Conduct
             did
             he
             then
             remit
             ,
          
           
             That
             more
             divine
             might
             raise
             his
             sublime
             Wit.
          
           
             And
             when
             his
             Studies
             Intervall
             requir'd
             ,
          
           
             By
             that
             diversion
             too
             his
             Soul
             aspir'd
             .
          
           
             His
             Room
             of
             Contemplation
             duely
             grac'd
          
           
             With
             niches
             ,
             where
             Compendiously
             were
             plac'd
          
           
             Statues
             of
             such
             whose
             Learning
             did
             impart
          
           
             Truths
             Maxims
             ,
             Crown'd
             by
             Mathematick
             Art.
          
           
             That
             like
             the
             Queen
             of
             Science
             does
             convey
          
           
             Proofs
             too
             Divine
             for
             Men
             to
             disobey
             .
          
           
             Of
             these
             he
             most
             Intentively
             beheld
          
           
             Such
             as
             to
             Brittains
             Glory
             most
             excell'd
             .
          
           
             And
             whom
             of
             all
             had
             most
             admired
             been
             ,
          
           
             The
             Matchless
             Napier
             ,
             here
             was
             likened
             seen
             .
          
           
           
             Who
             seem'd
             by
             Figure
             in
             his
             hand
             to
             bear
          
           
             Hs
             
             Logorithim-Tables
             which
             his
             fame
             declare
             .
          
           
             Above
             what
             former
             demonstration
             wrought
             ,
          
           
             Or
             Problems
             by
             men
             held
             inspir'd
             were
             Taught
             .
          
           
             Of
             whom
             another
             Euclide
             well
             might
             learn
             ,
          
           
             Or
             Ptolomy
             his
             works
             outdone
             discern
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             this
             fam'd
             Scots
             Arithmetick
             does
             teach
             ,
          
           
             What
             Power
             of
             Numbers
             ne're
             before
             could
             reach
             .
          
           
             And
             easier
             farr
             did
             Archimedes
             sind
          
           
             Sea-Sands
             o●tsum'd
             then
             Napiers
             profound
             ●●ind
             .
          
           
             Whose
             Numbers
             added
             Multiplication
             serve
             ,
          
           
             Substracted
             nothing
             from
             Division
             swerve
             .
          
           
             Which
             Art
             did
             to
             Astronomy
             Convey
          
           
             High
             Computations
             his
             most
             facile
             way
             .
          
           
             And
             taught
             Geometry
             to
             lay
             aside
          
           
             Old
             Sines
             and
             Tangents
             long
             a
             tedious
             Guide
             .
          
           
             Wonder
             of
             Man
             that
             gave
             such
             knowledge
             Birth
          
           
             As
             did
             at
             once
             oblige
             both
             Heaven
             and
             Earth
             .
          
           
             Next
             him
             Polyaster
             did
             with
             Reverence
             view
          
           
             The
             Famous
             Briggs
             ,
             whose
             Admir'd
             products
             shew
          
           
           
             The
             Science
             in
             his
             Orb
             he
             did
             extend
             ,
          
           
             And
             ,
             unto
             Former
             ,
             improv'd
             Talents
             lend
             .
          
           
             The
             Artsull
             Staturist
             so
             his
             form
             exprest
             ,
          
           
             That
             his
             fled
             looks
             seem'd
             warm
             in
             Stone
             to
             rest
             .
          
           
             Beholding
             Strictly
             as
             with
             lively
             sight
             ,
          
           
             The
             Trig'nometrick
             skill
             he
             brought
             to
             light
             ;
          
           
             Which
             lines
             did
             represent
             in
             Bodies
             Cut
             ,
          
           
             Before
             him
             on
             a
             neat
             Supporter
             put
             .
          
           
             Besides
             the
             Reg'lar
             Solids
             ,
             and
             the
             Art
          
           
             His
             shadows
             on
             them
             did
             to
             hours
             impart
             .
          
           
             Next
             whom
             renowned
             Outred's
             Figure
             stood
             ,
          
           
             No
             less
             approv'd
             the
             Carvers
             Art
             in
             wood
             .
          
           
             Whereon
             a
             Cirdle
             round
             his
             Loyns
             was
             wrought
          
           
             Deep
             Analytick
             questions
             by
             him
             Taught
             .
          
           
             At
             which
             ,
             as
             emblem'd
             ,
             hung
             that
             wondrous
             key
             ,
          
           
             His
             Mathematick
             Clavis
             did
             Convey
             .
          
           
             These
             Fam'd
             ,
             with
             many
             other
             Learned
             were
          
           
             Preserv'd
             in
             Image
             by
             Polyaster's
             Care.
          
           
             His
             Mind
             ,
             Invited
             ,
             by
             their
             Figures
             seen
             ,
          
           
             To
             be
             in
             Science
             great
             as
             they
             had
             been
             .
          
           
           
             By
             which
             Impulse
             he
             oft
             computed
             things
             ,
          
           
             Remotest
             Art
             to
             humane
             Knowledg
             brings
             .
          
           
             Rvolving
             if
             the
             Circles
             long
             sought
             Square
             ,
          
           
             Past
             Computations
             do
             aright
             d●clare
             .
          
           
             And
             how
             the
             Wonder
             of
             the
             doubled
             Cube
          
           
             Had
             been
             attempted
             ,
             or
             a
             Clearer
             Tube
          
           
             Then
             Galileus
             skill
             had
             brought
             to
             pass
          
           
             By
             Optick
             Doctrine
             ,
             or
             his
             wondrous
             Glass
             .
          
           
             Leaving
             Men
             doubtfull
             whether
             Orbs
             above
          
           
             Did
             Worlds
             within
             their
             rapid
             Circles
             Move
             .
          
           
             Or
             how
             the
             Earth
             did
             to
             his
             Tube
             appear
          
           
             To
             rowl
             ,
             instead
             of
             Sun
             ,
             her
             Annuall
             Sphear
             .
          
           
             Like
             which
             high
             Theorems
             did
             Polyaster
             sind
          
           
             Results
             of
             his
             no
             Less
             Stupendious
             mind
             .
          
           
             Who
             by
             his
             Mighty
             knowledge
             did
             Compleat
          
           
             Productions
             worthy
             all
             Precedent
             great
             .
          
           
             Next
             these
             the
             mighty
             Hobs
             he
             well
             beheld
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             Modern
             Soul
             with
             Gyant
             reason
             fill'd
             ,
          
           
             O're-match'd
             past
             Phylosophick
             strength
             of
             Thought
             ,
          
           
             By
             Science
             in
             his
             Nat'rall
             Method
             Taught
             .
          
           
           
             Discharg'd
             of
             Terms
             ,
             the
             Schools
             Imposed
             Dress
             ,
          
           
             Where
             Art
             Fram'd
             words
             ,
             the
             proper
             sense
             few
             guess
             ;
          
           
             And
             in
             their
             Letter'd
             Ocean
             undescry'd
          
           
             The
             Chart
             that
             more
             refin'd
             cou'd
             knowledge
             guide
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             this
             vast
             man
             oppos'd
             the
             Worlds
             mistake
             ,
          
           
             And
             did
             his
             Learning
             Nature's
             Patron
             Make.
          
           
             To
             Honour
             whom
             Polyaster
             did
             allow
          
           
             His
             Form
             in
             Cedar
             Curious
             Carv'd
             shou'd
             show
             ,
          
           
             And
             as
             that
             Substance
             does
             in
             Trees
             exceed
          
           
             The
             height
             of
             all
             in
             Forrests
             Tallest
             Breed
             ,
          
           
             So
             the
             Transcendent
             Genius
             of
             his
             Mind
          
           
             Was
             ,
             in
             his
             Likeness
             ,
             thus
             to
             Fame
             design'd
             .
          
           
             Nor
             less
             was
             his
             peculiar
             value
             shown
          
           
             To
             Persons
             whom
             the
             Muses
             did
             renown
             ,
          
           
             Their
             outward
             Forms
             with
             such
             high
             Life
             design'd
             ,
          
           
             As
             nought
             seem'd
             miss'd
             but
             their
             Aetheriall
             Minde
             :
          
           
             Above
             Apelle'es
             Pencill
             to
             express
             ,
          
           
             Or
             what
             from
             stroke
             of
             Sculpturists
             Men
             guess
             .
          
           
             No
             Imag'd
             Looks
             or
             Artfull
             Features
             tell
          
           
             How
             the
             Souls
             Venus
             does
             with
             Mortalls
             dwell
             .
          
           
           
             Which
             Sublime
             Thought
             by
             Polyaster
             weigh'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             wit
             this
             Islands
             Glory
             far
             display'd
             ,
          
           
             Through
             Powerfull
             Sons
             of
             Phebus
             by
             whose
             sense
          
           
             The
             Mighty
             Nine
             best
             raptures
             did
             dispense
             .
          
           
             With
             these
             around
             their
             brows
             were
             Lawrells
             plac'd
             ,
          
           
             Large
             next
             to
             those
             Apollo's
             Temples
             Grac'd
             :
          
           
             Of
             which
             ,
             he
             
               Chaucer
               ,
               Spencer
            
             ,
             much
             beheld
             ,
          
           
             And
             where
             their
             Learned
             Poems
             most
             excell'd
             .
          
           
             Tho'
             words
             now
             obsolete
             express
             their
             Flame
             ,
          
           
             Like
             Gemms
             that
             out
             of
             Fashon
             value
             Claim
             .
          
           
             Near
             these
             in
             Statue
             witty
             Shakspere
             stood
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             early
             Plays
             were
             soonest
             next
             to
             Good.
          
           
             And
             Like
             a
             vast
             Dramatick
             Founder
             show'd
          
           
             Bounties
             of
             Wit
             from
             his
             large
             Genius
             flow'd
             .
          
           
             Whose
             worth
             was
             by
             this
             Learned
             duely
             weigh'd
             ,
          
           
             As
             in
             Essigie
             there
             he
             stood
             display'd
             .
          
           
             But
             more
             stupendious
             to
             his
             Soul
             appear'd
          
           
             Proportions
             which
             great
             Johnsons
             Form
             declar'd
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             deep
             Essigies
             he
             wish'd
             longer
             date
          
           
             Then
             Polish'd
             art
             in
             stone
             cou'd
             Celebrate
             .
          
           
           
             Admiring
             next
             the
             wit
             that
             Crown'd
             his
             Bays
             ,
          
           
             WhoseScenes
             were
             works
             ,
             when
             most
             fell
             short
             of
             Plays
             .
          
           
             So
             aptly
             by
             him
             Characters
             exprest
             ,
          
           
             That
             shew'd
             his
             artfull
             hand
             and
             Learning
             best
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             other
             Dramaticks
             like
             Planets
             were
             ,
          
           
             Rambling
             to
             find
             their
             Center
             near
             his
             Sphere
             .
          
           
             A
             Province
             Phaebus
             did
             on
             him
             bestow
             ,
          
           
             When
             made
             his
             Wits
             Lieutenancy
             below
             .
          
           
             As
             duly
             he
             did
             Fletchers
             Soul
             explore
             ,
          
           
             The
             Stages
             most
             Luxurian
             witty
             Store
             :
          
           
             With
             worthy
             Beamount
             to
             his
             Figure
             Joyn'd
             ,
          
           
             Adapted
             most
             the
             Muses
             Twins
             in
             mind
             :
          
           
             Whose
             Genius
             so
             conspir'd
             that
             Beamount
             Might
          
           
             Divide
             with
             Fletcher
             wit
             by
             equall
             right
             .
          
           
             Nor
             less
             then
             past
             some
             present
             he
             admir'd
             .
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             work
             for
             Envys
             darts
             too
             high
             Aspir'd
             :
          
           
             Or
             black
             detraction
             or
             abusive
             Pen
             ,
          
           
             Fowl'd
             oft
             to
             Stain
             the
             worth
             of
             living
             Men.
          
           
             Thus
             did
             Polyastor
             usefully
             transmit
          
           
             These
             wondrous
             Authors
             of
             best
             Art
             and
             wit
          
           
           
             To
             Future
             Age
             ,
             wishing
             their
             Souls
             renown
             ,
          
           
             Might
             long
             survive
             their
             Forms
             in
             wood
             and
             Stone
             .
          
           
             Admiring
             Dornland
             had
             beheld
             a
             space
          
           
             This
             Learned
             Worthys
             Comely
             years
             and
             Grace
             ,
          
           
             Before
             his
             wonder
             gave
             expression
             way
          
           
             By
             words
             to
             utter
             what
             he
             meant
             to
             say
             .
          
           
             Who
             thus
             with
             grave
             humility
             began
             ,
          
           
             Father
             of
             Science
             more
             then
             Soul
             of
             Man
          
           
             Has
             yet
             Imbellish'd
             ,
             or
             by
             Heaven
             allow'd
          
           
             To
             look
             through
             Vails
             which
             inmost
             Nature
             shrowd
             ;
          
           
             Or
             Starry
             Providence
             ,
             that
             to
             Vulgar
             sight
          
           
             Appears
             like
             Spangles
             ,
             which
             Vain
             Souls
             delight
             .
          
           
             As
             if
             that
             Heaven
             profusely
             did
             bestow
          
           
             Such
             eyes
             above
             as
             saw
             not
             things
             below
             .
          
           
             O
             ,
             tell
             me
             then
             ,
             if
             to
             thy
             search
             't
             is
             shown
             ,
          
           
             What
             Future
             issue
             may
             be
             sadly
             known
          
           
             Of
             this
             outrageous
             War
             ,
             or
             thence
             shall
             be
          
           
             The
             King
             and
             Publicks
             suture
             Destiny
             .
          
           
             The
             Noble
             Dornland
             this
             no
             sooner
             said
             ,
          
           
             And
             Polyast●r
             had
             his
             looks
             survey'd
             :
          
           
           
             But
             his
             discerning
             eyes
             began
             apace
          
           
             To
             power
             their
             Tears
             upon
             his
             Aged
             Face
             :
          
           
             E're
             he
             his
             deep
             Conceptions
             thus
             exprest
             ;
          
           
             Pardon
             thou
             worthy
             Man
             the
             soul
             opprest
             ,
          
           
             Which
             more
             ,
             then
             Niob's
             drops
             ,
             deserves
             to
             fill
          
           
             Fountains
             where
             passions
             might
             be
             Emblem'd
             still
             .
          
           
             When
             I
             consider
             well
             this
             Furious
             Age
             ,
          
           
             Such
             Hero's
             Number'd
             on
             a
             Martiall
             Stage
             ,
          
           
             That
             for
             their
             high
             descent
             and
             Graces
             spread
          
           
             Times
             Fatall
             Annalls
             larger
             then
             yet
             read
             .
          
           
             As
             if
             our
             Isle
             had
             now
             profusest
             been
             ,
          
           
             Ayded
             by
             Nature
             to
             exalt
             her
             Sin.
          
           
             When
             many
             best
             of
             these
             alas
             must
             find
             ,
          
           
             War
             ,
             to
             their
             Gold
             of
             Virtue
             ,
             too
             unkind
             .
          
           
             Little
             't
             will
             please
             the
             Living
             Great
             to
             know
          
           
             What
             hapless
             periods
             they
             must
             undergo
             .
          
           
             Tho'
             hard
             to
             Destinies
             accounts
             to
             come
          
           
             Where
             Martiall
             deeds
             their
             broken
             reck'nings
             sum
             ;
          
           
             Tallyes
             ,
             which
             Providence
             least
             Strikes
             above
             ,
          
           
             That
             for
             Fates
             Bankers
             would
             no
             Chequer
             prove
             .
          
           
           
             How
             far
             Heavens
             beaming
             eyes
             may
             piercing
             see
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             not
             divert
             Mans
             ragefull
             Misery
             ,
          
           
             Divines
             can
             bolder
             by
             their
             Maxims
             Teach
             ,
          
           
             Then
             Reasons
             Philosophick
             Aid
             can
             reach
          
           
             From
             the
             Elaborate
             Alphabet
             above
             ,
          
           
             Where
             Consonants
             and
             Vowells
             wordless
             move
          
           
             In
             Stars
             that
             Heavens
             own
             Algebra
             Compute
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             their
             Question
             work'd
             must
             leave
             some
             doubt
             .
          
           
             All
             which
             the
             wise
             Creator
             might
             dispense
             ,
          
           
             To
             give
             his
             Conduct
             the
             remoter
             sence
             .
          
           
             And
             like
             Heavens
             heightfull
             distance
             men
             allow
             ,
          
           
             Looseth
             Mans
             thoughts
             that
             wing'd
             would
             thither
             go
             .
          
           
             Much
             I
             esteem
             the
             Soldiers
             Valiant
             Art
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             my
             youthfull
             years
             in
             Field
             took
             part
          
           
             Where
             Mighty
             Kings
             and
             Chiefs
             did
             battles
             guide
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             did
             I
             less
             then
             others
             for
             my
             side
             :
          
           
             Whilst
             I
             with
             grief
             some
             Monarchs
             then
             beheld
          
           
             Unfortunate
             ,
             tho'
             Just
             their
             Cause
             in
             field
             .
          
           
             This
             I
             observ
             d
             before
             I
             did
             Imploy
          
           
             My
             Soul
             on
             thoughts
             that
             peacefull
             bliss
             enjoy
             :
          
           
           
             And
             to
             be
             nearer
             Heaven
             did
             Improve
          
           
             My
             search
             of
             dispensations
             from
             above
             ;
          
           
             Where
             Gentlest
             Stars
             did
             seldom
             Council
             call
          
           
             To
             rescue
             such
             themselves
             expos'd
             to
             fall
             .
          
           
             If
             not
             so
             shin'd
             in
             their
             Excentrick
             Course
             ,
          
           
             As
             more
             Irregular
             render'd
             deeds
             of
             Force
             ,
          
           
             T'Inspect
             which
             Scheme
             my
             disquisition
             spare
             ,
          
           
             Lest
             my
             Art
             tell
             what
             you
             'd
             unwilling
             hear
             .
          
           
             To
             which
             Magnanimous
             Dornland
             thus
             reply'd
             ;
          
           
             Most
             Learned
             Patron
             ,
             hard
             't
             were
             by
             you
             deny'd
          
           
             The
             Information
             my
             Desires
             implore
             ,
          
           
             And
             which
             beyond
             Mankind
             you
             can
             explore
             .
          
           
             Yet
             think
             not
             so
             I
             'de
             prove
             your
             sublime
             Art
          
           
             As
             thereby
             caution'd
             to
             unfix
             my
             heart
             ,
          
           
             Where
             Bloud
             I
             breed
             that
             would
             not
             Lise
             delay
          
           
             By
             aid
             of
             Stars
             ,
             if
             out
             of
             Honours
             way
             .
          
           
             My
             Life
             's
             too
             worthless
             so
             your
             Skill
             to
             Court
             :
          
           
             No
             ,
             't
             is
             my
             Sovereign's
             most
             Supreme
             Import
             ,
          
           
             Which
             in
             this
             War
             such
             various
             progress
             shows
             ,
          
           
             And
             other
             Circumstance
             my
             Thoughts
             propose
             ,
          
           
           
             That
             bid
             me
             thus
             address
             ,
             if
             Science
             may
          
           
             Inform
             my
             Soul
             a
             more
             propitious
             way
             .
          
           
             To
             which
             Polyaster
             gravely
             this
             adjo●n'd
             ,
          
           
             Think
             not
             fai●
             Son
             that
             't
             is
             to
             man
             desin'●
          
           
             The
             Certain
             Methods
             Providence
             does
             guide
             ,
          
           
             Whos
             's
             O●…
             flows
             no●
             Ebbs
             like
             other
             Tide
             .
          
           
             When
             things
             Emerge
             they
             oft
             abscond
             the
             why
          
           
             They
             were
             produc'd
             from
             Reesons
             broadest
             Eye
             .
          
           
             How
             far
             obscurer
             then
             must
             Mortal's
             doom
          
           
             Things
             ●…re
             abstruce
             with
             future
             Causes
             come
             .
          
           
             If
             Man
             the
             Universe
             cou'd
             search
             around
             ,
          
           
             And
             weigh
             all
             Causes
             and
             effects
             there
             found
             ,
          
           
             Tho'
             in
             that
             Compass
             dues
             appear
             to
             sight
          
           
             One
             Total
             Wonde●
             〈◊〉
             in
             ●…th
             and
             height
             :
          
           
             Cou'd
             he
             assure
             how
             Stars
             ,
             or
             things
             ●elow
          
           
             Come
             to
             〈◊〉
             as
             we
             ●ehold'em
             now
             .
          
           
             Or
             how
             Heaven
             did
             the
             worlds
             first
             Virgin
             hour
          
           
             Give
             womb
             of
             Time
             a
             future
             Issues
             power
             .
          
           
             Whence
             prying
             Man
             as
             doubtfull
             might
             Convey
          
           
             The
             Worlds
             first
             Life
             as
             ●ix
             its
             dying
             day
             .
          
           
           
             Who
             from
             this
             mighty
             round
             can't
             understand
          
           
             More
             boundless
             being
             but
             at
             Second-hand
             .
          
           
             Since
             nothing
             so
             remote
             perfection
             shows
             ,
          
           
             As
             thence
             Ma●
             his
             Creators
             essence
             knows
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             all
             the
             Miracles
             which
             the
             World
             do
             fill
             ,
          
           
             Pose
             us
             to
             search
             the
             unknown
             Founders
             skill
             .
          
           
             Thus
             even
             the
             Lowest
             Tide
             of
             Earthly
             things
          
           
             Often
             directs
             us
             to
             supremer
             Springs
             :
          
           
             Like
             Rills
             ,
             through
             easy
             Channels
             seem
             to
             Creep
             ,
          
           
             Have
             Causes
             that
             Conceal'd
             on
             Mountains
             keep
             .
          
           
             How
             then
             shall
             Man
             the
             
             Gordian-knot
             unty
             ,
          
           
             That
             's
             knit
             by
             much
             sublimer
             destiny
             .
          
           
             Or
             that
             way
             Kingdoms
             revolutions
             find
             ,
          
           
             By
             far
             obscur●●
             Providence
             design'd
             .
          
           
             Yet
             what
             this
             Inquisition
             wou'd
             require
             ,
          
           
             (
             Tho'
             I
             could
             wish
             declin'd
             thy
             strict
             desire
             )
          
           
             My
             Vig'lant
             studies
             shall
             as
             far
             Impart
             ,
          
           
             As
             I
             can
             pierce
             with
             my
             Acutest
             Art
             ,
          
           
             And
             know
             that
             I
             have
             oft
             revolv'd
             with
             Care
          
           
             The
             direfull
             ▪
             progress
             of
             this
             wicked
             War
             ,
          
           
           
             With
             such
             Catastrophe's
             I
             could
             convey
          
           
             To
             Future
             Time
             my
             Hieroglyphick
             way
             .
          
           
             On
             which
             ,
             'till
             now
             ,
             no
             eye
             I
             did
             admit
          
           
             To
             guess
             that
             dumb
             Prophetick
             sigur'd
             wit.
          
           
             Behold
             these
             Scrolls
             which
             are
             in
             number
             Three
             ,
          
           
             (
             Units
             whence
             springs
             odd
             Cubick
             Mystery
             .
             )
          
           
             The
             First
             I
             offer
             English
             deeds
             contains
             ,
          
           
             With
             Sieges
             ,
             Sallies
             ,
             Battells
             fought
             on
             Plains
             .
          
           
             And
             next
             in
             Course
             this
             Faithless
             Irish
             shows
             ,
          
           
             Steep'd
             deep
             in
             Bloud
             as
             here
             it
             figur'd
             flows
             .
          
           
             The
             Third
             Disloyal
             Scotland
             represents
          
           
             With
             their
             Fallacious
             Co●'nanted
             Intents
             .
          
           
             In
             all
             of
             which
             thou
             feest
             how
             many
             fall
             ,
          
           
             As
             Honours
             Catalogue
             best
             sums
             them
             all
             .
          
           
             Of
             these
             observe
             selectly
             such
             set
             ●orth
          
           
             Who
             most
             their
             Nations
             honour'd
             in
             their
             worth
             .
          
           
             Of
             which
             some
             Worthies
             may
             to
             thee
             be
             known
             ,
          
           
             As
             here
             in
             likeness
             dead
             or
             living
             shown
             .
          
           
             If
             my
             Art's
             Prospect
             duly
             shall
             relate
          
           
             Their
             Story
             yet
             reserv'd
             to
             future
             date
             ,
          
           
           
             And
             in
             this
             Study'd
             Copy
             things
             foresee
          
           
             To
             no
             Original
             yet
             can
             liken'd
             be
             .
          
           
             With
             Actions
             that
             most
             signally
             declare
          
           
             The
             high
             Intrigues
             and
             Fury
             of
             this
             War.
          
           
             No
             Strife
             so
             dear
             shall
             other
             Nations
             cost
          
           
             In
             Noblest
             Bloud
             and
             Valiant
             Gentry
             lost
             ,
          
           
             Which
             in
             these
             Fields
             ,
             by
             Fate
             's
             regardless
             powers
             ,
          
           
             Fall
             but
             to
             wither
             with
             less
             precious
             flowers
             .
          
           
             More
             to
             Impress
             their
             Love
             and
             Valour
             's
             due
             ;
          
           
             See
             ,
             in
             what
             Series
             here
             deplor'd
             do
             shew
          
           
             The
             sev'ral
             Fights
             and
             Skirmishes
             when
             they
          
           
             Caus'd
             in
             their
             loss
             their
             Lovers
             Mournfull
             day
             .
          
           
             As
             seemingly
             those
             espous'd
             forms
             appear
          
           
             To
             drown
             their
             Souls
             and
             Looks
             as
             they
             weep
             here
             .
          
           
             Next
             these
             a
             mournfull
             Spectacle
             is
             seen
          
           
             Of
             pity'd
             Virgins
             ,
             whose
             soft
             flame
             had
             been
          
           
             Plighted
             to
             Warlike
             Lives
             and
             Glories
             ●●ed
             ,
          
           
             With
             Joys
             expected
             from
             the
             Marriage-Bed
             .
          
           
             (
             As
             Mortals
             less
             their
             Blessings
             prize
             possest
             ,
          
           
             Then
             such
             by
             Wishes
             valu'd
             are
             or
             guest
             .
             )
          
           
           
             And
             from
             their
             liken'd
             Lustres
             here
             do
             tell
             ,
          
           
             That
             their
             Forms
             could
             with
             Grief
             unfaded
             dwell
             .
          
           
             As
             Lillies
             when
             in
             Rains
             they
             Tears
             do
             show
             ,
          
           
             Caus'd
             by
             rough
             Storms
             where
             their
             smooth
             ●●●tures
             grow
             ;
          
           
             Their
             Native
             Beauty
             doth
             impairless
             Stay
             ,
          
           
             Or
             their
             last
             Glory
             in
             their
             dying
             day
          
           
             Thus
             Man
             with
             Grief
             these
             evills
             must
             explore
          
           
             That
             would
             with
             full
             Compassion
             them
             deplore
             .
          
           
             Which
             in
             this
             Martial
             Landskip
             here
             present
          
           
             So
             sadly
             near
             and
             distant
             Detriment
             :
          
           
             With
             Turb'lent
             change
             and
             Mischiefs
             that
             ensue
             ,
          
           
             As
             unto
             sight
             these
             dreadfull
             Visions
             shew
             .
          
           
             And
             whence
             the
             meanly
             born
             as
             bad
             conspi●e
          
           
             To
             raise
             by
             vile
             degrees
             their
             Orb
             still
             higher
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             Heaven
             when
             pleas'd
             to
             joyn
             A●llictions
             worst
             ,
          
           
             From
             Low
             and
             Impious
             fonds
             their
             mis●hiefs
             burst
             .
          
           
             Next
             ,
             well
             inspect
             this
             face
             as
             't
             here
             appears
             ,
          
           
             Mark
             well
             his
             Subtle
             gestures
             ,
             looks
             and
             T●ars
             ;
          
           
             And
             how
             his
             Sanguine
             Nose
             does
             him
             betray
             ,
          
           
             As
             Bloody
             Beaks
             denote
             the
             Birds
             of
             prey
             .
          
           
           
             Observe
             him
             rising
             too
             from
             low
             Commands
          
           
             By
             boldest
             Stepps
             ,
             till
             there
             ho
             Gen'ral
             stands
             .
          
           
             Then
             Mark
             his
             Fawning
             and
             his
             Lips
             of
             Zeal
             ,
          
           
             That
             more
             divinely
             he
             Mens
             Souls
             might
             Steal
             .
          
           
             Or
             Crowds
             seduce
             who
             seldom
             can
             adjust
          
           
             How
             unsafe
             't
             is
             bad
             deeds
             and
             Prayer
             to
             Trust.
          
           
             Then
             view
             him
             here
             assaulting
             his
             Kings
             ear
             ,
          
           
             With
             Crocodile
             drops
             distill'd
             to
             shape
             a
             Tear.
          
           
             Next
             see
             how
             he
             does
             shift
             his
             Janus's
             Face
             ,
          
           
             And
             slights
             supinely
             offer'd
             Sovereign
             Grace
             .
          
           
             Then
             forward
             move
             thy
             eye
             to
             shadows
             there
             ,
          
           
             Which
             in
             the
             Artfull
             Pencills
             stroaks
             appear
             .
          
           
             And
             tho'
             thou
             dost
             no
             Visage
             of
             them
             see
             ,
          
           
             Suppose
             'em
             great
             as
             English
             bloud
             can
             be
             .
          
           
             Their
             Coats
             of
             Arms
             above
             their
             heads
             display'd
             ,
          
           
             Like
             Guilded
             fame
             on
             refin'd
             Honour
             lay'd
             .
          
           
             Besides
             a
             Crown
             that
             seems
             to
             hang
             in
             Air
             ,
          
           
             As
             if
             the
             Head
             were
             wanted
             it
             shou'd
             wear
             .
          
           
             Observe
             the
             Figures
             do
             this
             Curtain
             hold
             ,
          
           
             Which
             vails
             these
             highly
             Em'nent
             yet
             untold
             .
          
           
           
             As
             if
             the
             Destinies
             ,
             that
             cann't
             relent
             ,
          
           
             Conceal'd
             the
             Horridness
             of
             their
             Intent
             .
          
           
             Do
             they
             not
             represent
             the
             Furies
             when
          
           
             Their
             dreadfull
             aspects
             Joyn
             with
             Impious
             Men
             ;
          
           
             Or
             in
             their
             Snaky
             Tresses
             wou'd
             Invite
          
           
             Some
             one
             to
             Act
             Hell's
             boldest
             Proselite
             .
          
           
             See
             how
             they
             court
             this
             Bloudy
             Cheif
             to
             rise
          
           
             Yet
             more
             detested
             unto
             Humane
             eyes
             .
          
           
             And
             how
             his
             armed
             hand
             is
             stretch'd
             to
             Seize
          
           
             The
             Crown
             ,
             thou
             seest
             ,
             in
             hope
             of
             Ayd
             from
             these
             .
          
           
             Stay
             thy
             Inquiry
             here
             ,
             for
             't
             is
             a
             Text
          
           
             My
             Soul
             ▪
             s
             strict
             Comment
             has
             too
             far
             perplex'd
             .
          
           
             Heroick
             Dornland
             in
             whose
             steady
             Breast
          
           
             No
             apprehensions
             had
             so
             deep
             Impress'd
             ,
          
           
             As
             these
             by
             Learned
             Polyaster
             shown
             ,
          
           
             If
             Times
             dark
             Footsteps
             were
             to
             man
             Foreknown
             :
          
           
             Or
             in
             such
             Hieroglyphick
             Shapes
             expand
             ,
          
           
             When
             Deaths
             black
             Trumps
             most
             sill
             her
             winning
             hand
             .
          
           
             Besides
             the
             Figures
             of
             Peculiar
             Friends
          
           
             Fully
             describ'd
             with
             their
             Severest
             ends
             ;
          
           
           
             Some
             stript
             in
             Fields
             ,
             and
             in
             that
             gastly
             plight
          
           
             Their
             wounds
             discern'd
             through
             which
             their
             Souls
             took
             ●light
             .
          
           
             Who
             Like
             the
             Naturall
             Fall
             of
             Humane
             kinde
             ,
          
           
             (
             Whose
             Endless
             Issue
             must
             to
             Clay
             be
             Joyn'd
             )
          
           
             Embracing
             Earths
             smooth
             Surface
             Seem'd
             to
             Lye
             ,
          
           
             The
             Eve
             that
             Last
             must
             Joyn
             Mortallity
             .
          
           
             More
             〈◊〉
             his
             Inward
             Soul
             these
             sights
             Lament
             ,
          
           
             Then
             outward
             Grief
             cou'd
             Saddest
             represent
             .
          
           
             Mov'd
             from
             the
             Tragick
             Postures
             by
             him
             seen
             ,
          
           
             And
             objects
             did
             as
             dismall
             Intervene
             .
          
           
             Tho'
             in
             dark
             prospects
             they
             to
             him
             were
             shown
             ,
          
           
             As
             Light
             that
             dimly
             breaks
             through
             Clouds
             is
             known
             ,
          
           
             With
             many
             Gallant
             persons
             high
             esteem'd
          
           
             And
             some
             ,
             of
             living
             freinds
             ,
             he
             dearest
             deem'd
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             did
             he
             well
             discern
             where
             sields
             seem'd
             spread
          
           
             Thickest
             with
             bodys
             of
             the
             Valiant
             Dead
             ,
          
           
             Whither
             the
             Pencills
             shaddow
             might
             not
             place
          
           
             With
             others
             ,
             there
             observ'd
             ,
             his
             dying
             Face
             .
          
           
             Yet
             all
             these
             apprehensions
             did
             Convey
          
           
             No
             such
             ●emo●se
             of
             Death
             or
             dying
             day
             :
          
           
           
             As
             what
             these
             figur'd
             visions
             might
             portend
             ,
          
           
             Which
             by
             this
             Artists
             skill
             had
             vayl'd
             the
             end
             ,
          
           
             That
             through
             this
             Wars
             Success
             and
             Cruel
             strife
          
           
             His
             Soveraigns
             Cause
             might
             ruine
             with
             his
             Life
             .
          
           
             And
             caus'd
             the
             Loyall
             Dornland
             to
             Consult
          
           
             What
             from
             Polyaster's
             Knowledge
             would
             Result
             .
          
           
             Whom
             thus
             he
             mov'd
             ;
             Tell
             me
             thou
             Fam'd
             of
             Men
             ,
          
           
             How
             far
             this
             Pencill
             from
             your
             Thoughts
             and
             Pen
          
           
             Took
             the
             Stupendious
             Methods
             I
             behold
             ,
          
           
             And
             but
             your
             Science
             onely
             can
             unfold
             ,
          
           
             Or
             Taught
             more
             haply
             from
             your
             sense
             to
             know
             ,
          
           
             Designs
             our
             Soveraign
             Fortunate
             may
             show
             ;
          
           
             With
             Bravest
             Nobles
             of
             this
             Martiall
             Isle
             ,
          
           
             And
             Generous
             Bloud
             expos'd
             to
             Furious
             Toyl
             .
          
           
             Or
             that
             prevented
             which
             my
             doubtfull
             Thought
          
           
             May
             sear
             to
             your
             deep
             prospect's
             sadly
             brought
             .
          
           
             To
             which
             the
             Great
             Polyaster
             thus
             reply'd
             ,
          
           
             Think
             not
             fair
             Son
             the
             Thread
             is
             soon
             unty'd
          
           
             That
             Subtle
             Destinies
             conspire
             to
             Twist
             ,
          
           
             And
             what
             more
             high
             Guides
             Causes
             which
             they
             list
             .
          
           
           
             Of
             such
             ,
             how
             Stars
             incline
             ,
             Art
             may
             declare
             ,
          
           
             Tho'
             they
             like
             Nightly
             guides
             to
             Science
             are
             ,
          
           
             Consin'd
             from
             Beaming
             the
             Sublimest
             Light
             ,
          
           
             Os
             ●rovidence
             ;
             Then
             worlds
             of
             Suns
             more
             Bright
             .
          
           
             The
             first
             high
             Author
             only
             can
             display
             ,
          
           
             Tho'
             pleas'd
             sometimes
             to
             use
             the
             darker
             Ray
          
           
             Of
             Heavenly
             Bodies
             ,
             whence
             sound
             Art
             may
             find
          
           
             Effects
             dispos'd
             but
             no
             disposers
             mind
             .
          
           
             So
             far
             may
             Humane
             Calculations
             reach
             ,
          
           
             Tho'
             no
             Coelestiall
             Text
             they
             higher
             Teach
             .
          
           
             My
             Study'd
             skill
             perhaps
             might
             so
             ascend
          
           
             In
             seeing
             deeds
             o're
             Kings
             and
             Men
             impend
             :
          
           
             Tho'
             't
             is
             a
             Round
             no
             even
             influence
             shows
             ,
          
           
             And
             like
             the
             World
             to
             Scituation
             owes
          
           
             Much
             vari'd
             Seasons
             and
             distemper'd
             Times
             ,
          
           
             The
             hot
             Meridians
             sorce
             or
             colder
             Climes
             .
          
           
             That
             bolder
             Men
             too
             pronely
             may
             admire
          
           
             Why
             the
             Creators
             Conduct
             did
             conspire
          
           
             To
             form
             a
             World
             proves
             so
             unequall
             Great
             ,
          
           
             Or
             Temper'd
             like
             some
             headstrong
             acts
             of
             Fate
             .
          
           
           
             Let
             this
             thy
             Further
             Strict
             enquiry
             Stay
             ,
          
           
             And
             where
             Art
             's
             helpless
             think
             't
             is
             best
             to
             pray
             .
          
           
             The
             Noble
             Dornland
             having
             heard
             how
             wise
          
           
             This
             Learned
             Man
             did
             things
             profound
             disguise
             ,
          
           
             Allow'd
             his
             Modesty
             no
             more
             to
             ask
          
           
             By
             giving
             Science
             a
             severer
             Task
             .
          
           
             Hoping
             that
             Powers
             above
             might
             over-Rule
          
           
             Thoughts
             that
             were
             too
             Incumbent
             on
             his
             Soul.
          
           
             Whilst
             thus
             from
             Polyaster
             he
             retires
             ,
          
           
             And
             far
             beyond
             expression
             him
             admires
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           The
           SIXTH
           BOOK
           .
        
         
           
             The
             Argument
             .
          
           
             
               Essex
               by
               Dream
               his
               Fathers
               Ghost
               beholde
               ,
            
             
               By
               which
               is
               told
               his
               Future
               Deeds
               and
               End
               ,
            
             
               
                 Chalgrave
                 ▪
                 Field
              
               ,
               and
               subtile
               Hampd●n
               slain
               :
            
             
               Lansdowne
               fierce
               Day
               and
               Valiant
               Grenfields
               fall
               ,
            
             
               Waller
               on
               Roundway-Hill
               enforc'd
               to
               run
               ,
            
             
               Hugon
               ,
               by
               Spell
               from
               Sorc'ress
               ,
               Faction
               aids
               ,
            
             
               Glocester
               reliev'd
               and
               
               Newberry's
               Bloudy
               Fight
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             THE
             Sun
             past
             ending
             Aprils
             various
             Hours
             ,
          
           
             Where
             Stars
             in
             Taurus
             Influence
             growing
             Powers
             ,
          
           
             Had
             to
             
               May's
               Gemini
            
             advan●'d
             his
             height
             ,
          
           
             When
             Eyes
             far
             North
             behold
             no
             Cloudy
             Night
             :
          
           
             As
             Ph●●bus
             Beams
             dissolve
             Seas
             frozen
             there
             ,
          
           
             And
             never
             set
             for
             some
             Months
             of
             his
             Year
             .
          
           
             'Till
             when
             they
             rarely
             see
             the
             early
             Sun
             ,
          
           
             Or
             how
             his
             shining
             hours
             on
             Dyals
             run
             .
          
           
           
             But
             to
             their
             homes
             ,
             their
             Winter
             Graves
             ,
             compell'd
             ,
          
           
             'Till
             Night's
             long
             Cold
             by
             days
             increase
             expell'd
             .
          
           
             An
             aidfull
             Providence
             that
             helps
             to
             Tame
          
           
             Men
             that
             in
             Frozen
             Climes
             breed
             fiercest
             Flame
             :
          
           
             Which
             in
             our
             Brittish
             Region
             did
             appear
             ,
          
           
             As
             Winter
             check'd
             War's
             speed
             this
             Fatal
             Year
             .
          
           
             In
             which
             ,
             betime
             the
             King
             had
             Redding
             lost
             ,
          
           
             And
             could
             not
             that
             prevent
             with
             bloudy
             Cost
             .
          
           
             From
             whence
             the
             haughty
             Houses
             thought
             to
             raise
          
           
             Further
             Atchievements
             to
             their
             Armies
             Praise
             .
          
           
             Though
             in
             their
             Conduct
             and
             their
             Counsels
             were
          
           
             Divided
             Factions
             moving
             in
             each
             Sphere
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             some
             ,
             from
             sad
             effects
             of
             Mischiefs
             past
             ,
          
           
             Seem'd
             less
             propense
             to
             forward
             others
             hast
             .
          
           
             Which
             Sense
             the
             Earl
             ,
             tho'
             Redding
             then
             possest
             ,
          
           
             Found
             to
             lie
             heavy
             on
             his
             troubled
             Breast
             .
          
           
             Who
             by
             Success
             could
             not
             so
             swell
             his
             Mind
             ,
          
           
             As
             moderate
             thoughts
             no
             room
             in
             him
             did
             find
             .
          
           
             Besides
             his
             Soul
             was
             more
             Apal'd
             to
             see
          
           
             The
             Hand
             of
             Heaven
             his
             open
             Enemy
             .
          
           
           
             As
             in
             his
             Camp
             Contagious
             *
             Plague
             had
             kill'd
          
           
             Numbers
             that
             late
             his
             Hardy
             Legions
             fill'd
             .
          
           
             Nor
             could
             their
             Loudest
             Priests
             by
             Prayer
             obtain
             ,
          
           
             That
             Heaven
             should
             cease
             th'
             Infection
             these
             had
             slain
             .
          
           
             Which
             much
             their
             grieved
             Gen'ralls
             Heart
             opprest
             ,
          
           
             His
             Army
             Lessen'd
             thus
             and
             hopes
             deprest
             ,
          
           
             Of
             being
             Improv'd
             by
             Soldierly
             Repute
             ,
          
           
             And
             Pop'lar
             Fame
             which
             his
             Soul
             would
             promote
             .
          
           
             These
             Thoughts
             ,
             which
             on
             his
             Mind
             had
             fix'd
             their
             weight
             ,
          
           
             By
             sleeps
             soft
             aid
             he
             hoped
             to
             abate
             .
          
           
             Which
             Night
             invites
             ,
             as
             Natures
             Time
             of
             Cure
             ,
          
           
             When
             Souls
             ,
             less
             easy
             ,
             waking
             sense
             endure
             .
          
           
             And
             their
             Essential
             Attributes
             enlarge
             ,
          
           
             As
             Sleep
             the
             bodies
             Clog
             does
             most
             discharge
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             from
             the
             boundless
             working
             of
             the
             Mind
             ,
          
           
             Souls
             seem
             in
             bodies
             to
             Live
             unconsin'd
             .
          
           
             Now
             had
             the
             Earl
             Repos'd
             some
             hours
             of
             Night
             ,
          
           
             As
             Stars
             ascending
             reach'd
             their
             Midnight
             Height
             :
          
           
             And
             Gloomy
             Meteors
             had
             Condens'd
             the
             Air
             ,
          
           
             Whence
             Forms
             ,
             some
             Judge
             ,
             do
             Thicker
             outsides
             wear
             :
          
           
           
             Or
             mode
             when
             Sprites
             their
             thin
             extensions
             Hide
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             contracted
             shapes
             their
             beings
             guide
             .
          
           
             Or
             Ghosts
             assume
             ,
             as
             Frightfull
             Stories
             tell
             ,
          
           
             Bodies
             resembling
             such
             in
             Graves
             do
             dwell
             :
          
           
             Which
             Fantoms
             much
             this
             Chief
             asslicted
             then
             ,
          
           
             Dreaming
             on
             Battels
             past
             and
             dying
             Men
             :
          
           
             Some
             War
             deploring
             with
             their
             Latest
             breath
             ,
          
           
             Others
             the
             quarrel
             Blam'd
             at
             point
             of
             Death
             .
          
           
             Or
             charg'd
             their
             Loss
             upon
             his
             Pop'lar
             Guilt
             ,
          
           
             That
             first
             Allur'd
             the
             Bloud
             was
             after
             spilt
             .
          
           
             Besides
             which
             Vision
             ,
             to
             his
             greatest
             dread
             ,
          
           
             He
             dreamt
             of
             Graves
             at
             Keinton-field
             of
             Dead
             :
          
           
             Which
             like
             to
             Mighty
             Tombs
             of
             Old
             remain
             ,
          
           
             When
             Hills
             of
             Earth
             did
             Cover
             heaps
             of
             Slain
             .
          
           
             And
             in
             Idea
             next
             his
             Soul
             had
             sight
          
           
             Of
             Brandsords
             day
             ,
             and
             Reddings
             siercer
             sight
             ;
          
           
             Doubting
             lest
             Angry
             Ghosts
             should
             near
             him
             wait
          
           
             To
             scare
             his
             Soul
             who
             caus'd
             their
             bodies
             Fate
             .
          
           
             At
             which
             his
             Inward
             Horrors
             did
             Arise
             ,
          
           
             Seen
             by
             his
             Mind
             without
             her
             bodies
             Eyes
             .
          
           
           
             Then
             sleeping
             Starts
             ,
             next
             fears
             his
             sleep
             to
             break
             ,
          
           
             Lest
             his
             Souls
             dream
             should
             fright
             him
             worse
             awake
             .
          
           
             As
             thus
             he
             lay
             perplex'd
             with
             various
             thought
             ,
          
           
             Fancies
             All-forming
             Power
             had
             Figur'd
             brought
          
           
             His
             Fathers
             Person
             ,
             much
             in
             looks
             and
             Meen
             ,
          
           
             And
             Martiall
             habit
             like
             what
             his
             had
             been
             .
          
           
             His
             Beaver
             pi●rc'd
             with
             shot
             ,
             as
             't
             was
             that
             time
             ,
          
           
             When
             he
             in
             London
             form'd
             his
             daring
             Crime
             ;
          
           
             And
             in
             his
             haughty
             rage
             and
             passion
             Strove
          
           
             To
             force
             his
             Queens
             Imperiall
             Power
             and
             Love.
          
           
             Which
             Guilt
             ,
             as
             if
             acknowledg'd
             e're
             he
             spoke
             ,
          
           
             Seem'd
             on
             his
             brow
             imprest
             and
             paler
             look
             .
          
           
             And
             next
             he
             utter'd
             to
             his
             Son
             this
             Sense
             ;
          
           
             Take
             from
             me
             dead
             my
             surest
             Penitence
             :
          
           
             Since
             Fame
             Stands
             well
             confirm'd
             that
             Spirits
             walk
             ,
          
           
             And
             Organ'd
             ,
             of
             this
             World
             and
             t'other
             ,
             talk
             .
          
           
             And
             know
             I
             come
             to
             bid
             thee
             soon
             decline
          
           
             Th'
             Ambitious
             Steps
             that
             were
             too
             Lofty
             Mine
             .
          
           
             When
             Phaeton
             like
             I
             did
             attempt
             to
             rise
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             in
             the
             offer
             fell
             the
             scorn
             of
             eyes
             .
          
           
           
             Much
             bloud
             thou
             'st
             spilt
             and
             I
             had
             done
             the
             same
             ,
          
           
             Had
             not
             the
             Power
             of
             Justice
             quench'd
             my
             Flame
             .
          
           
             Else
             had
             Crouds
             faithfull
             prov'd
             ,
             no
             Armed
             hand
          
           
             Could
             have
             Rule
             boldier
             chang'd
             within
             this
             land
             .
          
           
             As
             much
             perhaps
             thy
             Pop'lar
             Soul
             wou'd
             do
             ,
          
           
             When
             Giddy
             Vulga●●
             shall
             resist
             thee
             too
             .
          
           
             More
             Battles
             thou
             wilt
             sight
             and
             then
             resign
          
           
             Thy
             Power
             to
             Factions
             that
             Supplanted
             Thine
             .
          
           
             Who
             after
             Aided
             by
             some
             Stepdams
             Art
             ,
          
           
             Shall
             by
             quick
             Poyson
             kill
             thy
             Stubborn
             heart
             .
          
           
             At
             which
             he
             stop'd
             ,
             and
             Tears
             profusely
             shed
             .
          
           
             To
             whom
             his
             Son
             ,
             in
             Trance
             ,
             thus
             thought
             he
             said
             .
          
           
             O
             Hapless
             Father
             in
             your
             Ghost
             to
             come
             ,
          
           
             And
             next
             your
             Fate
             declare
             how
             Stars
             me
             doom
             .
          
           
             That
             from
             your
             pure
             Existence
             I
             should
             find
          
           
             How
             Sep'rate
             Souls
             Paternally
             are
             kind
             .
          
           
             Then
             Thinks
             he
             kneeling
             did
             his
             Blessing
             pray
             ,
          
           
             And
             wish'd
             that
             Souls
             might
             oftner
             find
             their
             way
          
           
             From
             deaths
             recesses
             ,
             and
             Teach
             men
             to
             see
          
           
             Their
             bad
             deeds
             past
             and
             future
             misery
             .
          
           
           
             Next
             Thought
             he
             strove
             t'
             Imbrace
             his
             Fathers
             knees
             ,
          
           
             Whilst
             like
             to
             Air
             repress'd
             his
             figure
             flees
             :
          
           
             Or
             as
             the
             Gloomy
             Horrors
             of
             the
             Night
          
           
             Vanish
             with
             dreams
             at
             days
             approaching
             Light.
          
           
             Thus
             he
             awak'd
             ,
             and
             soon
             revolv'd
             in
             thought
             :
          
           
             The
             sad
             concern
             his
             slumbers
             to
             him
             brought
             .
          
           
             With
             Visions
             that
             did
             dreadfully
             deterr
          
           
             His
             further
             Heightening
             this
             destructive
             War
             ,
          
           
             Which
             Nourish'd
             Factions
             that
             might
             soon
             conspire
          
           
             To
             lay
             him
             Low
             ,
             and
             raise
             their
             Creatures
             higher
             .
          
           
             Whence
             Peace
             he
             wish'd
             ,
             tho'
             far
             remov'd
             from
             Men
             ,
          
           
             Might
             ,
             as
             the
             Souls
             *
             A●●rea
             ,
             come
             again
             .
          
           
             Yet
             fear'd
             Heavens
             wrath
             was
             easier
             to
             asswage
             ,
          
           
             Then
             the
             sterne
             Houses
             full
             determin'd
             rage
             .
          
           
             Tho'
             that
             rough
             Medium
             he
             resolv'd
             to
             Try
             ,
          
           
             As
             Time
             gave
             Calmer
             opportunity
             .
          
           
             Till
             when
             on
             other
             Causes
             he
             could
             lay
          
           
             The
             Motives
             did
             his
             Martial
             flame
             delay
             .
          
           
           
             Mean
             while
             the
             King
             ,
             that
             wondrous
             year
             of
             War
             ,
          
           
             Which
             adds
             to
             Fames
             Heroick
             Calendar
             ,
          
           
             Had
             weigh'd
             maturely
             in
             his
             Prudent
             mind
             ,
          
           
             What
             'gainst
             his
             Active
             Foes
             was
             best
             design'd
             :
          
           
             Knowing
             the
             Voting
             Houses
             had
             decreed
             ,
          
           
             That
             their
             Vast
             Force
             should
             yet
             more
             daring
             spread
             :
          
           
             The
             North
             with
             Mighty
             Yorkshir's
             far
             extent
          
           
             Committed
             to
             the
             Warlike
             management
          
           
             Of
             th●t
             Lord
             Fairfax
             and
             his
             Valiant
             Son
             ,
          
           
             Who
             ,
             by
             their
             Conduct
             there
             had
             gain'd
             Renown
             .
          
           
             These
             how-e're
             held
             ,
             in
             Soul
             too
             bravely
             Just
          
           
             For
             such
             who
             then
             allur'd
             them
             to
             this
             trust
          
           
             Infusing
             subtile
             Notions
             of
             a
             Cause
             ,
          
           
             That
             well
             disguis'd
             seem'd
             to
             support
             the
             Laws
             ;
          
           
             Strenuously
             did
             their
             Friends
             and
             Interest
             guide
          
           
             T'
             Oppose
             within
             that
             Sphere
             the
             Royall
             side
             ;
          
           
             'Gainst
             whom
             the
             brave
             New-Castle
             did
             appear
             ,
          
           
             Gen'rous
             of
             mind
             and
             resolute
             in
             War.
          
           
             Whos
             's
             high
             repute
             did
             many
             
             Hero's
             raise
             ,
          
           
             That
             ,
             next
             his
             Acts
             ,
             on
             Story
             fix
             their
             praise
             .
          
           
           
             But
             none
             surpassing
             his
             admir'd
             Ally
          
           
             Heroick
             a
             Cavendish
             ,
             in
             whose
             prowess
             Lye
          
           
             Deeds
             that
             Fames
             wings
             must
             as
             her
             Trophe's
             bear
             ,
          
           
             And
             verse
             that
             could
             his
             Grandeur
             full
             declare
             .
          
           
             Nor
             less
             the
             Senates
             party
             did
             Imbroil
          
           
             The
             West
             of
             Englands
             rich
             and
             pop'lous
             soil
             .
          
           
             For
             which
             attempt
             they
             Active
             Waller
             chose
             ,
          
           
             A
             Knight
             whose
             Zeal
             could
             mighty
             things
             propose
             ,
          
           
             And
             whom
             their
             Votes
             did
             Celebrate
             so
             high
             ,
          
           
             As
             he
             then
             March'd
             their
             Western
             Excellency
             .
          
           
             That
             far
             as
             waves
             there
             wash
             the
             Brittish
             shore
             ,
          
           
             He
             might
             all
             vanquish
             by
             their
             Haughty
             power
             .
          
           
             And
             was
             their
             requisite
             expedient
             thought
             ,
          
           
             Since
             b
             
               Greenville
               ,
               Slanning
            
             ,
             had
             stout
             Cornish
             brought
             ,
          
           
             That
             won
             at
             Stratton-field
             a
             mighty
             day
             ,
          
           
             Which
             Stories
             with
             their
             Future
             worth
             display
             .
          
           
           
             And
             by
             their
             Prince
             more
             gratefull
             understood
             ,
          
           
             Since
             this
             ,
             of
             his
             Successes
             ,
             cost
             least
             bloud
             .
          
           
             Whose
             Temp'rate
             Spirit
             wa
             like
             Heaven's
             design'd
             ,
          
           
             In
             being
             to
             Offending
             Mortalls
             kind
             .
          
           
             Yet
             hearts
             so
             harden'd
             had
             his
             Rugged
             Foes
             ,
          
           
             That
             they
             durst
             Royal
             Grace
             with
             power
             oppose
             :
          
           
             Howe're
             the
             discompos'd
             ,
             or
             cold
             delay
             ,
          
           
             Of
             Timing
             Essex
             ,
             wou'd
             their
             Fury
             stay
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             powers
             conjoyn'd
             from
             other
             Camps
             appear'd
             ,
          
           
             With
             such
             the
             Vig'lant
             Houses
             had
             de●la●'d
          
           
             From
             his
             must
             be
             detach'd
             ,
             and
             by
             Chiefs
             led
          
           
             Whom
             they
             less
             doubted
             then
             this
             Peer
             their
             head
             .
          
           
             And
             did
             unto
             Campaigns
             near
             Oxford
             guide
             ,
          
           
             The
             well-form'd
             Numbers
             of
             their
             daring
             Side
             .
          
           
             Tho'
             Fame
             and
             Rumour
             us'd
             their
             swiftest
             Wing
          
           
             To
             speed
             the
             bold
             Allarum
             to
             the
             King.
          
           
             With
             these
             ,
             a
             Leader
             ,
             subtile
             Hampden
             joyn'd
             ,
          
           
             Vast.
             in
             his
             Parts
             and
             deep
             contriving
             Mind
             .
          
           
             Who
             by
             his
             Conduct
             and
             his
             Sword
             thought
             ●●t
          
           
             To
             aid
             the
             Quarrel
             Patron'd
             by
             his
             Wit.
          
           
           
             And
             more
             t'
             Inflame
             his
             fierce
             Assistants
             then
             ,
          
           
             Did
             thus
             express
             :
             If
             with
             our
             Armed
             Men
          
           
             Reason
             avails
             ,
             or
             Maxims
             that
             have
             found
          
           
             Where
             fast
             Designs
             their
             strong
             assurance
             ground
             ;
          
           
             Know
             these
             are
             ours
             ,
             with
             Swords
             that
             only
             can
          
           
             Sever
             Prerogative
             Bonds
             Infesting
             Man.
          
           
             How-e're
             such
             Gordian
             Knots
             Miraculous
             reach
             ,
          
           
             From
             Thrones
             to
             Subjects
             ,
             as
             some
             vainly
             teach
             :
          
           
             Or
             speciously
             the
             Lawyers
             Brain
             might
             find
             ,
          
           
             When
             Courts
             the
             Peoples
             Purse
             had
             theirs
             design'd
             .
          
           
             This
             e're
             our
             Senate
             sate
             ,
             I
             first
             withstood
             ,
          
           
             And
             held
             it
             then
             a
             Cause
             worth
             English
             Bloud
             .
          
           
             Tho'
             now
             unsafe
             at
             Wrongs
             redress'd
             to
             stop
             ,
          
           
             'Till
             surplusage
             of
             Power
             we
             further
             Lop.
          
           
             That
             like
             the
             Limbs
             of
             some
             far-spreading
             Tree
             ,
          
           
             Shaded
             too
             long
             our
             growing
             Liberty
             .
          
           
             Which
             res'lute
             force
             will
             perfect
             and
             design
          
           
             That
             do
             the
             Foxes
             part
             and
             Lyons
             joyn
             .
          
           
             'Till
             when
             the
             Houses
             wisely
             must
             disown
             ,
          
           
             How
             Levell
             they
             intend
             to
             lay
             the
             Throne
             .
          
           
           
             On
             which
             account
             ,
             this
             day
             I
             welcom
             here
             ,
          
           
             And
             full
             resolv'd
             with
             you
             in
             Arms
             appear
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             from
             this
             *
             Field
             our
             hopes
             improv'd
             must
             spring
             ,
          
           
             Where
             late
             I
             prosperous
             Led
             against
             the
             King
          
           
             The
             Houses
             bold
             Militia
             ,
             whence
             first
             grew
             ,
          
           
             'Twixt
             him
             and
             us
             ,
             the
             Quarrel
             we
             pursue
             .
          
           
             Thus
             he
             express'd
             ,
             like
             one
             that
             cou'd
             Cajole
          
           
             With
             powerfull
             words
             the
             Soldiers
             daring
             Soul.
          
           
             This
             Speech
             scarce
             ended
             Rupert
             did
             appear
             ,
          
           
             With
             Troups
             well
             Formed
             to
             joyn
             ●ierce
             Battel
             there
             :
          
           
             Swift
             ,
             as
             the
             Trumpet
             's
             sound
             ,
             his
             Prowess
             led
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             that
             haste
             saw
             scatter'd
             Foes
             lie
             dead
             .
          
           
             The
             Orange
             Scarst
             ,
             the
             cognizance
             made
             then
          
           
             Of
             Resolute
             Essex
             and
             his
             Fighting
             Men
             ,
          
           
             Were
             in
             their
             Gawdy
             Habits
             forc'd
             to
             run
             ,
          
           
             And
             turn
             their
             Tawny
             backs
             against
             the
             Sun
             ,
          
           
             Wishing
             that
             
             Parthian-like
             they
             now
             could
             fly
             ,
          
           
             And
             by
             back-shooting
             kill
             their
             Enemy
             .
          
           
           
             Which
             Stratagem
             to
             
             Rome's
             bold
             Legions
             brought
          
           
             D●s●sters
             as
             that
             People
             flying
             fought
             .
          
           
             〈◊〉
             how
             should
             these
             act
             any
             Conducts
             Part
             ,
          
           
             When
             headlong
             Fear
             had
             first
             surpriz'd
             their
             Heart
             :
          
           
             〈◊〉
             close
             pursu'd
             ,
             as
             all
             must
             needs
             agree
             ,
          
           
             Where
             
             Rupert's
             Valour
             forc'd
             his
             Victory
             .
          
           
             And
             thus
             confus'd
             unto
             their
             Camp
             they
             stray
             ,
          
           
             Where
             Essex
             ,
             hoping
             better
             Tidings
             ,
             lay
             .
          
           
             Hampden
             ,
             amongst
             the
             rest
             ,
             the
             Field
             had
             left
             ,
          
           
             By
             deadly
             wounds
             almost
             of
             Life
             bereft
             .
          
           
             Few
             days
             him
             end
             ,
             whilst
             much
             his
             Party
             griev'd
          
           
             That
             Fate
             ,
             of
             such
             a
             Grandee
             ,
             them
             bereav'd
             :
          
           
             Lest
             from
             Death's
             hast
             they
             but
             in
             Emb●io
             find
          
           
             The
             change
             of
             State
             which
             his
             strong
             Brain
             design'd
             :
          
           
             Or
             left
             unmodell'd
             by
             deceased
             *
             Pym
             ,
          
           
             Who
             subt'ly
             to
             their
             Cause
             Intrigu'd
             esteem
             .
          
           
             Tho'by
             a
             homlier
             Fate
             the
             latter
             fell
             .
          
           
             Whom
             Lice
             by
             Legions
             slew
             as
             many
             tell
             .
          
           
           
             So
             Herod
             full
             of
             Pop'lar
             Vogue
             and
             Pride
             ,
          
           
             Attacqu'd
             by
             these
             most
             vulgar
             Vermin
             dy'd
             .
          
           
             Rupert
             ,
             successfull
             thus
             in
             this
             Campagne
             ,
          
           
             Where
             Foes
             thought
             Fame
             by
             Cavalry
             to
             gain
             ,
          
           
             Which
             on
             their
             side
             more
             numerous
             did
             consist
             ,
          
           
             Had
             they
             been
             Soul'd
             as
             boldly
             to
             resist
             :
          
           
             Such
             dread
             diffus'd
             through
             all
             their
             mounted
             Force
             ,
          
           
             As
             long
             they
             fear'd
             to
             fight
             such
             Loyal
             Horse
             .
          
           
             And
             did
             in
             Essex
             Soul
             improve
             delay
             ,
          
           
             Caus'd
             by
             disgnst
             and
             Fortune
             of
             that
             day
             .
          
           
             Which
             gave
             the
             King
             apt
             Leisure
             to
             dispose
          
           
             Embody'd
             Powers
             against
             his
             Western
             Foes
             :
          
           
             Whom
             Active
             Waller
             had
             combin'd
             with
             care
             ,
          
           
             More
             Pop'lar
             now
             then
             Essex
             in
             this
             War.
          
           
             The
             Noble
             Hertford
             ,
             sit
             for
             Royal
             Trust
             ,
          
           
             And
             Int'rested
             in
             those
             parts
             to
             Adjust
          
           
             His
             Sovereign's
             Cause
             ,
             did
             from
             an
             Honest
             Fame
          
           
             Deserve
             ,
             by
             him
             unsought
             ,
             a
             Gen'rals
             Name
             .
          
           
             Little
             he
             had
             of
             Wars
             experience
             known
             ,
          
           
             And
             therefore
             did
             refuse
             to
             guide
             alone
             .
          
           
           
             T'
             assist
             whose
             conduct
             by
             the
             King
             was
             chose
          
           
             His
             Newphew
             Maurice
             Daring
             unto
             Foes
             :
          
           
             Great
             Rupert
             s
             Brother
             ,
             which
             enough
             does
             tell
          
           
             How
             like
             to
             him
             his
             Prowess
             did
             excell
             .
          
           
             G●…ville
             ,
             to
             whom
             brave
             *
             Hopton
             did
             withdraw
             ,
          
           
             When
             first
             Rebellion
             had
             Infring'd
             the
             Law
             ,
          
           
             Worthy
             of
             Lineage
             and
             conspicuous
             known
          
           
             〈◊〉
             Gen'rous
             deeds
             that
             Cornish
             hearts
             had
             won
             ;
          
           
             And
             bloud
             best
             valu'd
             in
             that
             fertile
             Soyl
             ,
          
           
             Who
             Gladly
             joyn'd
             with
             his
             ,
             their
             Warlike
             Toyl
             :
          
           
             And
             had
             with
             high
             repute
             stout
             Numbers
             rais'd
          
           
             To
             add
             to
             those
             at
             Stratton-field
             were
             prais'd
             .
          
           
             Their
             Countrey
             clear'd
             from
             Foes
             ,
             they
             next
             prepare
          
           
             For
             their
             Kings
             Cause
             in
             distant
             climes
             to
             War.
          
           
             And
             with
             due
             sense
             of
             Hopton's
             Merit
             ,
             gave
          
           
             Consent
             that
             he
             Supreme
             Command
             should
             have
             .
          
           
           
             Since
             he
             ,
             from
             home
             remov'd
             ,
             had
             for
             them
             fought
             ,
          
           
             And
             by
             his
             Conduct
             prov'd
             Advantage
             brought
             .
          
           
             Soon
             did
             their
             Monarch's
             Summons
             them
             direct
          
           
             Where
             they
             by
             
               Hertford
               Maurice
            
             should
             be
             met
             :
          
           
             And
             with
             their
             conjoyn'd
             power
             of
             Foot
             and
             Horse
          
           
             Oppose
             th'
             Impetuous
             growth
             of
             Wallers
             Force
             .
          
           
             Near
             Chard
             ,
             a
             Ville
             of
             Fertile
             Somersetshire
             ,
          
           
             Their
             joyfull
             Juncture
             was
             ,
             and
             eccho'd
             there
             .
          
           
             So
             when
             kind
             streams
             in
             one
             Joynt
             Current
             slow
             ,
          
           
             Their
             Waves
             embrace
             and
             sounds
             of
             Gladness
             show
             .
          
           
             The
             Royal
             Power
             by
             Infantry
             Improv'd
          
           
             Of
             Gallant
             Cornish
             ,
             in
             bold
             Order
             Mov'd
          
           
             Unto
             Campaigns
             the
             Enemy
             to
             Find
             ,
          
           
             Who
             then
             on
             Lansdown-top
             his
             Camp
             design'd
             .
          
           
             Uneven
             Ridges
             do
             that
             Hill
             Surround
             ,
          
           
             By
             Waller
             chose
             for
             his
             Advantage
             ground
             .
          
           
             Th'
             Assent
             and
             Avenu's
             ,
             with
             care
             Possest
          
           
             By
             Files
             and
             Squadrons
             he
             reputed
             best
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             Posted
             thus
             some
             Troups
             he
             does
             Imploy
          
           
             To
             Skirmish
             so
             as
             they
             might
             Foes
             decoy
             :
          
           
           
             Bidding
             that
             they
             when
             charg'd
             should
             soon
             retreat
             ,
          
           
             And
             Tempt
             pursuers
             on
             to
             their
             defeat
             .
          
           
             Assuring
             them
             that
             on
             the
             Royal
             side
          
           
             Were
             Chiefs
             whose
             Courage
             Dangers
             so
             defy'd
             ,
          
           
             As
             sometimes
             in
             pursuit
             of
             Glory
             they
          
           
             Had
             scorn'd
             in
             fear
             of
             Stratagem
             to
             stay
             .
          
           
             The
             Zealous
             Haslerig
             ,
             on
             Wallers
             part
             ,
          
           
             Does
             first
             attempt
             to
             prove
             his
             Warlike
             Art.
          
           
             Arm'd
             Cap-a-●e
             his
             Militants
             appear'd
             ,
          
           
             who
             'd
             think
             they
             shock
             of
             Foes
             or
             Guns
             had
             fear'd
             :
          
           
             Or
             that
             their
             Iron
             shapes
             should
             not
             endure
          
           
             The
             Charge
             of
             such
             whose
             Breasts
             were
             less
             secure
             .
          
           
             Since
             for
             them
             better
             then
             the
             Royal
             Side
          
           
             Fortune
             did
             Wars
             Accoutrements
             provide
             .
          
           
             But
             howe're
             Fenc'd
             ,
             their
             Bulks
             less
             hard
             they
             find
          
           
             Then
             Bosoms
             that
             Inclos'd
             the
             harder
             Mind
             .
          
           
             And
             thus
             the
             Royal
             Cavalry
             that
             day
          
           
             Through
             Armed
             Squadrons
             did
             enforce
             their
             way
             :
          
           
             Whose
             Foes
             confus'd
             ,
             with
             a
             precipitant
             haste
             ,
          
           
             In
             spight
             of
             Orders
             given
             ,
             retir'd
             too
             fast
             .
          
           
           
             So
             hard
             it
             is
             in
             Wars
             Exploits
             to
             find
          
           
             Mens
             practiques
             to
             their
             Theories
             adjoyn'd
             .
          
           
             The
             Royal
             Chiefs
             perceiving
             that
             the
             Foe
          
           
             Withdrew
             with
             loss
             and
             in
             disorder
             too
             :
          
           
             Judg'd
             that
             occasion
             ,
             Fortune's
             usefull
             Guide
             ,
          
           
             Would
             add
             Atchievements
             to
             their
             Gallant
             side
             ;
          
           
             But
             lest
             they
             should
             obstructed
             find
             their
             way
             ,
          
           
             Where
             opposite
             Files
             in
             Pass
             or
             Ambush
             lay
             :
          
           
             The
             Co●nish
             Foot
             ,
             with
             Greenville
             at
             their
             head
             ,
          
           
             And
             *
             Chiefs
             whose
             Deeds
             in
             Fames
             Records
             are
             read
             ,
          
           
             Did
             in
             despite
             of
             disadvantage
             Ground
          
           
             Repell
             their
             Foes
             ,
             where
             Posted
             they
             were
             found
             .
          
           
             Who
             upward
             unto
             Wallers
             Camp
             withdrew
             ,
          
           
             Like
             Deer
             that
             to
             their
             Herd
             from
             Hunters
             flew
             .
          
           
             Their
             Stout
             Pursuers
             after
             them
             ascend
             ,
          
           
             And
             on
             the
             Hill
             Embattell'd
             boldly
             stand
             .
          
           
             The
             Royal
             Horse
             ,
             the
             Avenu's
             now
             clear'd
             ,
          
           
             To
             Second
             Cornish
             Gallantry
             appear'd
             .
          
           
           
             But
             e're
             their
             Squadrons
             were
             to
             Order
             brought
             ,
          
           
             Their
             Van
             had
             Wallers
             Force
             successless
             fought
             .
          
           
             Here
             Valiant
             a
             Loer
             left
             a
             Crimson
             floud
             ,
          
           
             And
             many
             with
             him
             slain
             of
             English
             Bloud
             .
          
           
             Besides
             such
             Numbers
             that
             from
             Death
             or
             Wound
             ,
          
           
             In
             Wars
             Memoirs
             Conspicuously
             are
             found
             .
          
           
             But
             Youthfull
             .
             b
             Dencourt
             for
             whose
             Noble
             fall
          
           
             Fame
             does
             ,
             from
             Verse
             ,
             peculiar
             value
             call
             ;
          
           
             Appropriate
             to
             the
             Manner
             of
             his
             End
             ,
          
           
             Which
             Truth
             does
             in
             these
             Measures
             recommend
             ,
          
           
             Wrapt
             in
             the
             Enemies
             Colours
             dead
             he
             lay
             ,
          
           
             That
             he
             won
             for
             his
             Winding-Sheet
             that
             day
             :
          
           
             Ho
             H●roe
             could
             in
             Bed
             of
             Honour
             dye
          
           
             Trophy'd
             more
             Glorious
             by
             Wars
             destiny
             .
          
           
             The
             Fight
             renew'd
             ,
             each
             side
             by
             Prowess
             Try
          
           
             To
             force
             their
             stout
             Embody'd
             Enemy
             .
          
           
           
             Nor
             would
             they
             Leisure
             to
             their
             Guns
             afford
             ,
          
           
             More
             forward
             to
             destroy
             with
             Pike
             and
             Sword.
          
           
             Waller
             who
             this
             Campaign
             had
             first
             Possest
             ,
          
           
             Some
             Forces
             so
             dispos'd
             to
             Aid
             the
             rest
             ,
          
           
             As
             what
             from
             sight
             or
             order
             could
             accrew
             ,
          
           
             He
             judg'd
             was
             fully
             his
             advantage
             now
             .
          
           
             The
             Cornish
             Infantry
             that
             long
             had
             stood
             ,
          
           
             And
             would
             no
             Foot
             withdraw
             to
             save
             their
             bloud
             ;
          
           
             His
             best
             reserves
             their
             Legions
             next
             Assail
             ,
          
           
             And
             'gainst
             their
             Valour
             something
             too
             prevail
             .
          
           
             Greenville
             disdaining
             this
             ,
             an
             Ensign
             takes
             ,
          
           
             And
             fixing
             it
             in
             Earth
             by
             it
             he
             makes
          
           
             His
             dauntless
             stand
             ,
             resolving
             there
             to
             dye
             ;
          
           
             Or
             Live
             approv'd
             for
             signal
             Loyalty
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             Fame
             to
             give
             his
             Death
             a
             lasting
             date
          
           
             Perpetuates
             his
             *
             Glory
             in
             his
             Fate
             .
          
           
             Whose
             Trusty
             Militants
             when
             they
             beheld
          
           
             Their
             Lov'd
             Chiefs
             fall
             ,
             Fury
             revenge
             compell'd
             :
          
           
           
             Untill
             his
             Death
             retaliated
             by
             Blows
             ,
          
           
             And
             the
             ground
             strow'd
             with
             Carcasses
             of
             Foes
             .
          
           
             Pitty
             that
             vulgar
             Gallantrys
             should
             be
          
           
             So
             sparingly
             convey'd
             by
             History
             ,
          
           
             As
             but
             their
             General
             mention
             does
             appear
             ,
          
           
             Instead
             of
             single
             Rooms
             of
             Glory
             there
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             Partial
             Birth
             ,
             Monopolizing
             Fame
             ,
          
           
             Contracts
             Man's
             value
             to
             the
             highest
             Name
             ;
          
           
             Leaving
             the
             Low
             ,
             howe're
             by
             Nature
             Brave
             ,
          
           
             To
             go
             without
             Encomium
             to
             their
             Grave
             .
          
           
             Thus
             War
             ,
             the
             mean
             destroy'd
             ,
             in
             heaps
             conceals
             ,
          
           
             And
             but
             their
             sudden
             ends
             ,
             like
             Plague
             ,
             reveals
             .
          
           
             Till
             setting
             Sun
             both
             sides
             prolong'd
             their
             sight
             ,
          
           
             Tho'
             Wallers
             ,
             as
             appear'd
             ,
             first
             wish'd
             for
             Night
             .
          
           
             Who
             to
             be
             safe
             the
             next
             succeeding
             day
             ,
          
           
             The
             Time
             of
             darkness
             chose
             to
             March
             away
             .
          
           
             And
             as
             in
             haste
             ,
             some
             Thought
             ,
             had
             left
             behind
          
           
             Huge
             Loads
             of
             Powder
             :
             whether
             so
             design'd
          
           
             By
             Craft
             or
             Fate
             ,
             few
             ●…ellers
             rightly
             know
             ;
          
           
             Or
             from
             what
             cause
             did
             Burst
             that
             Fatall
             blow
             .
          
           
           
             Sooner
             then
             Moment
             did
             the
             Flame
             arise
             ,
          
           
             And
             seem'd
             to
             pierce
             with
             pointed
             fire
             the
             Skies
             .
          
           
             Like
             a
             vast
             Pyramid
             its
             Bottom
             spread
             ,
          
           
             And
             left
             within
             that
             Compass
             many
             dead
             .
          
           
             Which
             Sulphurous
             force
             transform'd
             their
             Persons
             so
             ,
          
           
             As
             they
             did
             Blacker
             dye
             then
             Ethiops
             show
             .
          
           
             Some
             Blasted
             liv'd
             in
             Bulks
             to
             wonder
             swell'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             a
             sad
             Amazement
             were
             beheld
             .
          
           
             Others
             surviv'd
             ,
             tho'
             Maim'd
             in
             every
             part
             :
          
           
             who
             'd
             not
             for
             their
             sakes
             curse
             the
             wicked
             Art
          
           
             That
             first
             these
             seeds
             of
             Mischief
             had
             design'd
          
           
             For
             a
             destructive
             fewell
             to
             Mankind
             .
          
           
             By
             this
             fierce
             Blow
             in
             this
             disastrous
             Night
             ,
          
           
             Hopton
             had
             Perish'd
             too
             or
             Lost
             his
             sight
             :
          
           
             Had
             not
             Heavens
             Aid
             the
             Powders
             force
             with-held
             ,
          
           
             Tho'
             scorch'd
             his
             Visage
             and
             his
             Limbs
             beheld
             .
          
           
             Which
             Griefs
             with
             Magnitude
             of
             Mind
             he
             Bore
             ,
          
           
             Till
             Time
             his
             Pristine
             Strength
             did
             full
             restore
             .
          
           
             This
             dire
             Mischance
             with
             other
             Motives
             gave
          
           
             Occasion
             to
             the
             Royalists
             to
             Leave
          
           
           
             That
             fatal
             surface
             ,
             and
             their
             march
             intend
          
           
             Where
             due
             refreshments
             might
             their
             Toyls
             befriend
             .
          
           
             T'ward
             the
             *
             Devises
             they
             assign'd
             their
             way
             ,
          
           
             When
             Waller
             who
             had
             fear'd
             their
             longer
             stay
             ,
          
           
             Assum'd
             new
             hopes
             ,
             from
             Artifice
             or
             Fate
             ,
          
           
             To
             vanquish
             them
             whom
             late
             he
             could
             not
             Beat.
          
           
             Close
             to
             their
             Rear
             ,
             as
             Stars
             reach'd
             Midnight
             height
             ,
          
           
             His
             Van
             he
             led
             the
             next
             ensuing
             Night
             :
          
           
             Judging
             that
             they
             ,
             who
             had
             few
             hours
             before
          
           
             Repuls'd
             at
             Lansdowne-field
             his
             stoutest
             power
             ,
          
           
             Would
             least
             suspect
             that
             he
             did
             then
             pursue
          
           
             Their
             Marching
             Force
             from
             which
             his
             Lately
             flew
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             to
             conceal
             what
             by
             design
             he
             meant
             ,
          
           
             By
             Trumpets
             sound
             his
             Martial
             Complement
          
           
             He
             first
             to
             Noble
             Hertford
             does
             convey
             ,
          
           
             Since
             he
             as
             General
             had
             precedent
             sway
             :
          
           
             Next
             lets
             him
             know
             that
             if
             his
             Arms
             could
             bring
          
           
             The
             spacious
             West
             subjected
             to
             the
             King
             :
          
           
           
             E're
             Sun
             did
             set
             he
             would
             that
             Value
             Stake
             ,
          
           
             In
             a
             Cherston
             Fields
             if
             there
             he
             'd
             Battle
             make
             .
          
           
             The
             Earl
             to
             this
             with
             Modesty
             reply'd
             ,
          
           
             That
             he
             by
             Challenge
             ne're
             had
             him
             defy'd
             :
          
           
             Wherefore
             he
             wonder'd
             that
             in
             
             Waller's
             name
             ,
          
           
             So
             Bravo
             like
             ,
             this
             b
             message
             to
             him
             came
             .
          
           
             Hopton
             ,
          
           
             With
             whom
             the
             Earl
             this
             Errand
             did
             debate
             ,
          
           
             Tho'
             full
             of
             Malade
             from
             preceding
             fate
             ,
          
           
             With
             clear
             Perception
             unto
             him
             declar'd
          
           
             That
             Guile
             should
             more
             then
             Swords
             of
             Foes
             be
             fear'd
             :
          
           
             Since
             War
             by
             wicked
             Maxim
             did
             allow
             ,
          
           
             That
             ●raud
             Conductress
             might
             to
             Valour
             go
             ;
          
           
             Besides
             all
             which
             impossible
             't
             would
             be
             ,
          
           
             Should
             ,
             to
             this
             proffer
             ,
             his
             resolvs
             agree
             ;
          
           
           
             To
             move
             with
             wea●i'd
             Foot
             a
             te●…us
             way
             ,
          
           
             And
             Battle
             give
             in
             compass
             of
             one
             ●ay
             .
          
           
             This
             message
             Answer'd
             and
             they
             Marching
             on
             ,
          
           
             Th'
             Insidious
             part
             of
             Waller
             soon
             was
             known
             :
          
           
             Who
             that
             they
             might
             not
             think
             his
             Army
             near
             ,
          
           
             This
             Errand
             sent
             e're
             he
             Attacqu'd
             their
             Rear
             :
          
           
             Which
             in
             few
             moments
             furiously
             he
             sought
             ,
          
           
             And
             by
             a
             fierce
             surprize
             disorder
             brought
          
           
             Unto
             some
             Bodies
             on
             the
             Royall
             Part
             ,
          
           
             Till
             better
             form'd
             they
             Stood
             his
             force
             and
             Art.
          
           
             Nor
             could
             they
             March
             unto
             the
             Post
             design'd
             ,
          
           
             But
             as
             they
             moving
             fought
             their
             Foe
             behind
             :
          
           
             And
             thus
             retreating
             they
             continu'd
             Fight
             ,
          
           
             Till
             to
             Devises
             come
             by
             Evening
             Light.
          
           
             Soon
             as
             Arriv'd
             a
             Martial
             Court
             they
             held
             ,
          
           
             Compos'd
             of
             such
             that
             for
             Conduct
             excell'd
             :
          
           
             Debating
             how
             their
             Powers
             might
             there
             subsist
             ,
          
           
             And
             orderly
             the
             Enemy
             resist
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             now
             in
             Crowds
             their
             Horse
             and
             Foot
             possest
          
           
             The
             Town
             ,
             too
             strait
             to
             yield
             them
             food
             or
             rest
             :
          
           
           
             Howe're
             by
             fight
             and
             March
             they
             Harass'd
             show
             ,
          
           
             And
             were
             besides
             in
             Ammunion
             low
             .
          
           
             Which
             to
             repair
             and
             to
             detatch
             more
             Force
             ,
          
           
             Determin'd
             't
             was
             that
             all
             their
             strength
             of
             Horse
          
           
             Should
             from
             the
             Town
             that
             Night
             make
             their
             retreat
             ,
          
           
             Till
             Reinforcements
             they
             from
             Oxford
             meet
             .
          
           
             Hertford
             and
             Maurice
             with
             them
             march'd
             away
             ,
          
           
             When
             Hopton
             and
             such
             Chiefs
             behind
             did
             stay
          
           
             Whose
             Conduct
             best
             the
             Insantry
             could
             Guide
             ,
          
           
             And
             by
             example
             Animate
             their
             side
             .
          
           
             Which
             ,
             tho'
             alone
             ,
             by
             Duplicate
             renown
             ,
          
           
             Resolv'd
             to
             Conquer
             Foes
             and
             keep
             the
             Town
             .
          
           
             And
             had
             for
             several
             days
             Successfull
             fought
             ,
          
           
             Till
             want
             of
             powder
             to
             distress
             them
             brought
             :
          
           
             Which
             known
             to
             Waller
             soon
             his
             Stars
             he
             Blest
             ,
          
           
             That
             thus
             Advantag'd
             him
             to
             win
             the
             West
             ,
          
           
             And
             Noblest
             Enemies
             his
             Captives
             see
             ,
          
           
             Whence
             he
             'd
             Triumph
             by
             Parliament
             decree
             .
          
           
             This
             Exigent
             as
             Royalists
             deplor'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             fruitlessly
             had
             search'd
             for
             Powder
             stor'd
             ,
          
           
           
             A
             Trusty
             *
             Townsman
             makes
             himself
             their
             Guide
          
           
             Unto
             enough
             of
             his
             to
             aid
             their
             side
             .
          
           
             Provided
             thus
             ,
             with
             bold
             Joy
             they
             defy
          
           
             By
             Peals
             of
             Shot
             the
             daring
             Enemy
             :
          
           
             And
             with
             recruited
             Fury
             Sallies
             make
             ,
          
           
             Where
             Posted
             Foes
             they
             kill
             and
             Pris'ners
             take
             .
          
           
             Scorning
             that
             Works
             their
             Valour
             should
             Confine
             ,
          
           
             Who
             durst
             the
             Place
             defend
             without
             a
             Line
             .
          
           
             Waller
             who
             hop'd
             that
             some
             Impending
             strait
          
           
             Would
             have
             inforc'd
             his
             Opposits
             to
             Treat
             ,
          
           
             That
             he
             the
             Town
             by
             render
             might
             obtain
             :
          
           
             Now
             doubts
             he
             Trophies
             there
             design'd
             in
             vain
             .
          
           
             When
             unto
             him
             his
             trusty
             Scouts
             declare
             ;
          
           
             That
             Bodies
             of
             recruited
             Foes
             were
             near
             ,
          
           
             By
             Princely
             Ma●rice
             and
             Brave
             Wilmot
             led
             :
          
           
             From
             whose
             Vancurriers
             they
             had
             swiftly
             fled
          
           
             Th'
             Allarum
             taken
             ,
             he
             withdraws
             his
             Force
             ,
          
           
             Except
             some
             Parties
             of
             his
             Foot
             and
             Horse
             ,
          
           
           
             Design'd
             to
             Skirmish
             and
             amuze
             the
             Town
             ,
          
           
             Lest
             there
             too
             soon
             't
             were
             known
             that
             he
             was
             gone
             .
          
           
             Few
             Miles
             he
             march'd
             'till
             to
             a
             Hill
             he
             came
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             Downy
             Surface
             men
             do
             *
             Round-way
             name
             ,
          
           
             Where
             speedily
             ,
             as
             Order
             could
             admit
             ,
          
           
             He
             did
             for
             Fight
             his
             strong
             Battalions
             sit
             .
          
           
             Rejoyc'd
             to
             see
             with
             what
             an
             eager
             Course
          
           
             His
             Foes
             arriv'd
             ,
             tho'
             but
             Impowr'd
             by
             Horse
             .
          
           
             Concluding
             that
             his
             Cavalry
             and
             Foot
             ,
          
           
             By
             joynt
             Advantage
             would
             their
             Bodies
             rout
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             
               Maurice
               ,
               Wilmot
            
             so
             their
             Troups
             dispose
             ,
          
           
             As
             by
             their
             Conduct
             first
             they
             come
             to
             Blows
             :
          
           
             And
             Ranks
             disperse
             that
             would
             resist
             their
             way
             ,
          
           
             Till
             Flight
             they
             forc'd
             as
             their
             Swords
             numbers
             ●lay
             .
          
           
             Fiery
             Sir
             *
             Arthur
             ,
             who
             ,
             on
             Zeals
             account
             ,
          
           
             Had
             thought
             all
             other
             Horoes
             to
             surmount
             :
          
           
           
             Or
             that
             Enthusiast
             in
             an
             Armed
             plight
             ,
          
           
             Was
             terrible
             as
             Basilisk
             to
             sight
             ;
          
           
             Prov'd
             that
             his
             Figure
             dwindled
             in
             that
             day
             ,
          
           
             As
             on
             his
             Pegasus
             he
             flew
             away
             .
          
           
             And
             like
             a
             Fowl
             that
             guides
             the
             flying
             Train
             ,
          
           
             Did
             routed
             Squadrons
             lead
             along
             the
             Plain
             .
          
           
             When
             some
             that
             hop'd
             their
             soon
             escape
             to
             make
          
           
             By
             Steps
             that
             none
             in
             their
             pursuit
             would
             take
             :
          
           
             Down
             the
             Hill's
             steep
             ,
             from
             Miracle
             of
             Fear
             ,
          
           
             A
             Gallop
             took
             and
             broke-Neck'd
             perish'd
             there
             .
          
           
             The
             Field
             being
             clear'd
             of
             Horse
             ,
             the
             Foot
             remain'd
             ,
          
           
             That
             with
             some
             Volleys
             had
             a
             while
             maintain'd
          
           
             Their
             daring
             Files
             ,
             'till
             hopeless
             to
             resist
             ,
          
           
             By
             Horse
             forsaken
             that
             should
             them
             assist
             :
          
           
             Their
             Heels
             ,
             instead
             of
             Arms
             ,
             for
             safety
             try'd
             ,
          
           
             But
             soon
             were
             Captives
             to
             the
             Conquering
             side
             .
          
           
             This
             signal
             Vict'ry
             was
             the
             dearer
             got
          
           
             As
             with
             Foes
             kill'd
             Fate
             did
             to
             death
             alot
          
           
             Some
             Personages
             whom
             Story
             does
             rehearse
             ,
          
           
             Enough
             perspicuous
             without
             aid
             from
             Verse
             :
          
           
           
             Yet
             here
             for
             them
             and
             for
             Brave
             *
             
             Dornland's
             fall
          
           
             My
             Muse
             does
             for
             a
             Tear-Heroique
             call
             .
          
           
             He
             that
             had
             rais'd
             Example
             to
             the
             height
          
           
             Bydeeds
             that
             Generous
             Loyalty
             compleat
             :
          
           
             Unhappy
             't
             was
             that
             his
             brave
             end
             should
             be
          
           
             No
             stop
             unto
             his
             Nations
             Misery
             .
          
           
             Or
             that
             the
             Crisis
             of
             his
             Life's
             last
             hour
          
           
             Should
             imply
             Fate
             unto
             his
             Sovereigns
             power
             .
          
           
             Which
             his
             Kings
             Lips
             Prophetickly
             declar'd
             :
          
           
             And
             from
             Polyasters
             Science
             had
             been
             fear'd
             .
          
           
             But
             now
             as
             if
             the
             Destinies
             revers'd
          
           
             Events
             ,
             which
             some
             Prognosticks
             had
             rehears'd
             :
          
           
             By
             the
             King's
             Power
             was
             op'lent
             Bristol
             won
             ,
          
           
             And
             round
             strong
             Glocester
             next
             his
             Leagure
             known
             .
          
           
             Tho'
             much
             admired
             by
             discerning
             Men
             ,
          
           
             Why
             that
             Town
             's
             Siege
             was
             undertaken
             then
             :
          
           
             When
             Rumour
             had
             on
             London
             fear
             Imprest
          
           
             From
             Waller
             beaten
             and
             subdu'd
             the
             West
             :
          
           
           
             The
             Factious
             Senate
             too
             divided
             there
             ,
          
           
             And
             did
             their
             Cause
             and
             Person
             's
             safety
             fear
             .
          
           
             Their
             Party
             wav'ring
             or
             inclin'd
             to
             yield
             ,
          
           
             Instead
             of
             raising
             numbers
             for
             the
             Field
             .
          
           
             Essex
             demurring
             ,
             and
             his
             Army
             weak
             ,
          
           
             And
             no
             March
             ,
             if
             recruited
             ,
             car'd
             to
             take
             .
          
           
             'Till
             Glocesters
             bold
             Defence
             their
             Courage
             rais'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             *
             Massey
             her
             Defender
             loudly
             prais'd
             .
          
           
             Unhappy
             Prince
             whom
             Stars
             had
             thither
             brought
             ,
          
           
             That
             by
             no
             future
             Aid
             repair'd
             the
             fault
             .
          
           
             So
             Hannibal
             before
             Tarentum
             stay'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             lost
             Romes
             Conquest
             by
             time
             there
             delay'd
             .
          
           
             Nor
             was
             then
             Glocester's
             bold
             defence
             alone
          
           
             The
             King's
             Misfortune
             but
             Hull's
             stronger
             Town
             .
          
           
             Before
             which
             Brave
             Newcastle
             then
             did
             lie
          
           
             Besieger
             by
             one
             Fatal
             Destiny
             .
          
           
           
             His
             Number
             great
             and
             the
             vast
             Northern
             Clime
          
           
             No
             less
             then
             Western
             vanquish'd
             at
             that
             time
             .
          
           
             And
             but
             his
             Enemies
             worsted
             Reliques
             left
          
           
             To
             man
             this
             place
             of
             other
             Aid
             bereft
             :
          
           
             As
             then
             Lord
             Fairfax
             and
             his
             Valiant
             Son
          
           
             For
             their
             last
             refuge
             fled
             unto
             this
             Town
             :
          
           
             By
             Nature
             strong
             and
             fortify'd
             by
             Wall
             ,
          
           
             That
             seem'd
             for
             Scaling-Ladders
             ,
             built
             too
             tall
             .
          
           
             Fam'd
             Troy
             ,
             though
             Neptune's
             Fabrick
             said
             to
             be
             ,
          
           
             Not
             like
             to
             Hull
             did
             find
             support
             from
             Sea.
          
           
             Where
             through
             vast
             Sluces
             Humbers
             Waves
             may
             run
             ,
          
           
             And
             the
             Adjacent
             parts
             to
             distance
             drown
             .
          
           
             So
             strongly
             did
             rough
             Neptune's
             Trident
             here
          
           
             Against
             King
             Charles
             his
             Scepter
             Leavy
             War.
          
           
             Whilst
             the
             Renown'd
             Newcastle
             soon
             beheld
          
           
             His
             Trenches
             ,
             Bullwarks
             ,
             Tents
             ,
             with
             Streams
             orewhelm'd
             .
          
           
             Untill
             his
             Camp
             ,
             thus
             made
             a
             watry
             Lake
             ,
          
           
             He
             did
             ,
             with
             loss
             of
             Men
             and
             Time
             forsake
             .
          
           
             Which
             Suffrance
             wither'd
             his
             sam'd
             Army's
             Flower
             ,
          
           
             And
             former
             Conquests
             gain'd
             by
             Warlike
             Power
             .
          
           
           
             Who
             else
             Victorious
             might
             have
             Eastward
             gone
             ,
          
           
             And
             ,
             with
             his
             Sovereign
             joyn'd
             ,
             have
             London
             won
             .
          
           
             When
             Stars
             from
             Fate
             's
             Similitude
             decreed
             ,
          
           
             That
             both
             at
             hapless
             Leaguers
             should
             be
             stay'd
             .
          
           
             But
             what
             the
             Counsels
             of
             that
             Time
             alledge
          
           
             For
             undertaking
             Hull
             and
             Glocesters
             Siege
             :
          
           
             My
             Muse
             no
             Descants
             here
             presumes
             to
             make
             ,
          
           
             Since
             from
             Event
             appears
             their
             gross
             mistake
             .
          
           
             Which
             gave
             to
             
             London's
             Senate
             wish'd-for
             scope
             ,
          
           
             From
             their
             Disasters
             to
             erect
             their
             Hope
             .
          
           
             Not
             doubting
             but
             ,
             from
             them
             diffus'd
             ,
             't
             would
             bring
          
           
             Increase
             of
             Fury
             to
             Oppose
             their
             King.
          
           
             Tho'
             they
             perceiv'd
             ,
             amongst
             the
             Crowds
             of
             Men
             ,
          
           
             The
             Fervor
             of
             the
             most
             abated
             then
             :
          
           
             Wearied
             by
             War
             ,
             or
             dubious
             whether
             Right
          
           
             Stood
             on
             that
             part
             which
             them
             allur'd
             to
             Fight
             .
          
           
             When
             *
             Hugon
             did
             to
             Vulgar
             Minds
             apply
          
           
             His
             Tempting
             Zeal
             and
             strenuous
             Industry
             .
          
           
           
             Hugon
             ,
             who
             in
             this
             Story
             room
             must
             find
             ,
          
           
             From
             Comick
             part
             and
             Tragick
             badly
             Joyn'd
             :
          
           
             Whose
             Artifice
             could
             men
             to
             Fight
             dispose
             ,
          
           
             But
             Laugh'd
             at
             all
             that
             dy'd
             in
             Field
             by
             Blows
             .
          
           
             No
             Levite
             call'd
             ,
             tho'
             oft
             in
             Pulpits
             known
             ,
          
           
             Where
             Don-Quixot
             he
             play'd
             without
             a
             Gown
             .
          
           
             With
             Patriots
             of
             that
             Time
             in
             high
             esteem
             ,
          
           
             And
             ruling
             Females
             Amorous
             of
             them
             .
          
           
             But
             how
             his
             Genius
             to
             this
             height
             arose
          
           
             My
             Muse
             by
             this
             ensuing
             Wonder
             shows
             .
          
           
             'T
             is
             told
             a
             Witch
             ,
             on
             Puritan
             Begot
             ,
          
           
             Came
             from
             New-England
             to
             aid
             〈◊〉
          
           
             Comely
             in
             Figure
             ,
             tho'
             se●…
             Stories
             〈◊〉
          
           
             That
             Dames
             of
             Magick
             did
             in
             Form
             ex●…
             :
          
           
             As
             if
             that
             
               Venus
               Pluto's
            
             Lips
             to
             spite
             ,
          
           
             By
             Course
             Amours
             attr●…ed
             his
             delight
             .
          
           
             Demure
             in
             Speech
             and
             〈◊〉
             was
             her
             Mene
             ,
          
           
             And
             on
             her
             dies
             ;
             a
             〈◊〉
             where
             Vaile
             was
             seen
             .
          
           
             At
             distance
             Z●…
             did
             her
             Beams
             admire
             ,
          
           
             When
             told
             that
             〈◊〉
             could
             ●ove
             and
             Cant
             Inspire
             .
          
           
           
             And
             when
             the
             Sorc'ress
             would
             the
             Harlot
             play
             ,
          
           
             On
             him
             she
             doted
             that
             could
             Faithless
             pray
             .
          
           
             Near
             London
             Suburbs
             was
             her
             then
             abode
             ,
          
           
             To
             whom
             by
             search
             had
             Hugon
             found
             the
             Road.
          
           
             Admitted
             to
             her
             close
             Apartment
             there
             ,
          
           
             Her
             Beauty
             he
             adjudg'd
             above
             compare
             :
          
           
             And
             ,
             as
             't
             is
             thought
             ,
             Charm'd
             by
             her
             taking
             sight
             ,
          
           
             His
             Nerve
             was
             risen
             above
             usual
             height
             .
          
           
             Busy
             as
             Sybil
             soon
             he
             her
             perceives
             ,
          
           
             Inscribing
             Scripture
             Texts
             on
             diverse
             Leafs
             .
          
           
             And
             as
             she
             mov'd
             her
             wan
             and
             words
             did
             speak
             ,
          
           
             Around
             her
             head
             a
             trembling
             flight
             they
             take
             :
          
           
             And
             when
             descended
             on
             her
             Table
             find
          
           
             The
             Order
             which
             for
             them
             she
             first
             design'd
             .
          
           
             Wonder
             ,
             above
             what
             Sybils
             Leafs
             could
             shew
             ,
          
           
             If
             this
             on
             Fame's
             account
             be
             granted
             true
             .
          
           
             Not
             many
             words
             this
             admir'd
             Charmer
             us'd
             ,
          
           
             'Till
             kissing
             him
             she
             Love
             and
             Zeal
             infus'd
             :
          
           
             Letting
             him
             know
             that
             she
             'd
             improve
             his
             Sense
             ,
          
           
             By
             bold
             Intrigues
             and
             Pulpit
             Impudence
             :
          
           
           
             Since
             well
             she
             knew
             his
             Soul
             did
             little
             care
          
           
             Tho'
             retrograde
             to
             Heaven
             he
             vented
             Prayer
             .
          
           
             Then
             takes
             a
             Leaf
             on
             which
             a
             Text
             was
             wrote
             ,
          
           
             On
             purpose
             Charm'd
             his
             Faction
             to
             promote
             :
          
           
             And
             with
             a
             tickling
             whisper
             next
             infus'd
          
           
             The
             Spiritual
             Gibberish
             by
             him
             after
             us'd
             .
          
           
             Which
             on
             his
             Knees
             't
             is
             said
             he
             did
             receive
             ,
          
           
             To
             shew
             th'Adorement
             he
             th'Enchantress
             gave
             .
          
           
             His
             Conge
             taken
             ,
             the
             ensuing
             day
          
           
             He
             broach'd
             in
             Pulpit
             a
             new
             Canting
             way
             .
          
           
             Which
             being
             Inspired
             by
             the
             Devil's
             Wit
             ,
          
           
             Some
             Insides
             did
             of
             Men
             and
             Women
             fit
             .
          
           
             Whence
             fervent
             Matrons
             soon
             for
             fight
             design'd
          
           
             Their
             Husbands
             ,
             whilst
             to
             Whore
             they
             stay'd
             behind
             .
          
           
             Nor
             did
             the
             Virgins
             ,
             with
             a
             Blush
             that
             Time
             ,
          
           
             Present
             their
             Gifts
             to
             aid
             the
             Publique
             Crime
             .
          
           
             Who
             with
             a
             shameless
             Confidence
             declaim'd
          
           
             Against
             all
             such
             from
             War
             would
             be
             reclaim'd
             .
          
           
             This
             Female
             Vogue
             ,
             and
             Moneys
             lov'd
             Command
             ,
          
           
             Soon
             did
             incite
             the
             Soldiers
             Armed
             hand
             ,
          
           
           
             And
             London
             Legions
             to
             the
             rest
             adjoyn'd
             :
          
           
             As
             Essex
             them
             for
             Glocesters
             Aid
             design'd
             .
          
           
             Who
             now
             his
             hope
             ,
             tho'
             lately
             droop'd
             does
             raise
             ,
          
           
             Of
             Meriting
             by
             Conduct
             renew'd
             Praise
             .
          
           
             Skippon
             ,
             he
             Led
             ,
             with
             Chiefs
             of
             bold
             Import
             ,
          
           
             Rounded
             by
             Guns
             ,
             that
             like
             a
             moving
             Fort
          
           
             His
             Army
             did
             in
             wide
             Campagnes
             appear
             ,
          
           
             And
             Fruitless
             Charg'd
             by
             *
             Rupert
             when
             met
             there
             .
          
           
             Too
             strong
             for
             Let
             ,
             the
             Earl
             still
             forward
             goes
             ,
          
           
             'Till
             Glocesters
             Joy
             his
             bold
             Arrival
             shows
             .
          
           
             The
             King
             when
             thus
             approach'd
             his
             Foes
             he
             saw
             ,
          
           
             By
             Night
             ,
             does
             from
             that
             Town
             ,
             his
             Force
             withdraw
             :
          
           
             Fatal
             that
             Night
             ,
             as
             Elements
             did
             show
          
           
             By
             Thunder
             ,
             Storms
             ,
             and
             Winds
             that
             loudest
             blow
             .
          
           
             This
             grand
             Relief
             offected
             by
             this
             Peer
             ,
          
           
             Return
             to
             London
             next
             imploy'd
             his
             Care.
          
           
             And
             how
             his
             Warlike
             Caution
             might
             contrive
          
           
             That
             he
             might
             thither
             without
             Fight
             arrive
             .
          
           
           
             Lest
             other
             Actions
             should
             his
             Fame
             impair
             ,
          
           
             E're
             he
             receiv'd
             ,
             for
             this
             ,
             Applauses
             there
             .
          
           
             When
             Stars
             decreed
             ,
             that
             for
             a
             Bloudy
             Day
             ,
          
           
             He
             should
             in
             Newberry's
             Field
             his
             Files
             Array
             .
          
           
             Where
             overtaken
             by
             the
             Royal
             Power
             ,
          
           
             Both
             sides
             engag'd
             as
             rose
             the
             Morning
             hour
             .
          
           
             Profufely
             Bloud
             was
             soon
             on
             each
             part
             shed
             ,
          
           
             No
             Verse
             can
             here
             enough
             lament
             the
             Dead
             :
          
           
             'Mongst
             whom
             Canarvan
             ,
             Valour
             's
             Glory
             ,
             fell
             ,
          
           
             And
             Faukland
             by
             the
             Muses
             Lov'd
             so
             well
             .
          
           
             Obliging
             Sunderland
             here
             also
             slain
             :
          
           
             What
             Field
             like
             this
             from
             Noble
             Bloud
             bears
             Stain
             ?
          
           
             The
             Earl
             ,
             amongst
             his
             Dead
             some
             Brave
             had
             lost
             ,
          
           
             Tho'
             this
             Advantage
             much
             his
             side
             could
             boast
          
           
             That
             they
             with
             cheaper
             Mettal
             had
             supply'd
          
           
             Their
             Cause
             ,
             'gainst
             which
             oppos'd
             the
             Nobless
             dy'd
             .
          
           
             So
             few
             of
             their
             High
             Station
             then
             were
             known
          
           
             That
             would
             in
             Field
             the
             Houses
             Quarrel
             own
             .
          
           
             Never
             more
             pois'd
             was
             Battel
             by
             Event
             ,
          
           
             Or
             Armies
             known
             more
             hours
             of
             day
             had
             spent
          
           
           
             With
             equal
             Prowess
             ,
             so
             hard
             't
             is
             to
             know
             ,
          
           
             When
             English
             Valours
             Fight
             ,
             which
             bravest
             do
             .
          
           
             Both
             sides
             in
             Warlike
             form
             appear'd
             next
             day
             ,
          
           
             When
             Essex
             first
             withdrew
             and
             march'd
             his
             way
             .
          
           
             Nor
             did
             the
             Roy'lists
             hold
             it
             prudent
             then
          
           
             To
             tempt
             him
             ,
             in
             Retreat
             ,
             to
             fight
             again
             .
          
           
             Weighing
             the
             Order
             in
             which
             he
             withdrew
             ,
          
           
             Themselves
             o'retoyl'd
             with
             March
             and
             fighting
             too
             .
          
           
             On
             each
             part
             yielded
             that
             they
             could
             no
             more
          
           
             At
             that
             time
             Combate
             as
             they
             did
             before
             .
          
           
             O
             Fatal
             Soil
             that
             must
             next
             year
             contain
          
           
             A
             Second
             Battel
             ,
             and
             more
             English
             slain
             ,
          
           
             Where
             Essex
             did
             his
             rallied
             Ensigns
             lead
             :
          
           
             Better
             that
             he
             o're
             furthest
             Seas
             had
             fled
             ,
          
           
             Or
             dy'd
             by
             Shipwrack
             on
             the
             Cornish
             Shore
             ,
          
           
             When
             Treaty
             sav'd
             his
             there
             *
             deserted
             Power
             :
          
           
           
             Then
             with
             bold
             Legions
             ,
             so
             repriev'd
             ,
             display
          
           
             Rebellions
             fury
             here
             another
             day
             .
          
           
             Yet
             this
             Last
             Battle
             ,
             Tho'
             uncurb'd
             his
             Sword
             ,
          
           
             No
             Future
             Trophy
             did
             to
             him
             afford
             :
          
           
             Or
             Lessen
             the
             Disgust
             that
             was
             exprest
          
           
             Against
             his
             Late
             Misfortune
             in
             the
             West
             .
          
           
             Whence
             the
             Imperious
             Houses
             did
             decree
          
           
             That
             he
             ,
             their
             wars
             first
             Guide
             ,
             remov'd
             should
             be
             .
          
           
             And
             other
             Conduct
             chosen
             to
             Enhance
          
           
             Deeds
             ,
             which
             they
             Judg'd
             he
             slowly
             did
             Advance
             ;
          
           
             Howe're
             his
             Faction
             did
             with
             theirs
             Comply
             .
          
           
             In
             being
             their
             Soveraign's
             Common
             Enemy
             .
          
           
             But
             how
             Intrigu'd
             their
             Parties
             and
             Designs
             ,
          
           
             Would
             tedious
             render
             this
             brief
             Poems
             Lines
             :
          
           
             Wherefore
             we
             must
             from
             Passages
             descend
             ,
          
           
             And
             that
             may
             give
             our
             Story
             closer
             end
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           The
           SEVENTH
           BOOK
           .
        
         
           
             The
             Argument
             .
          
           
             
               The
               Houses
               their
               new
               Modell'd
               Army
               raise
               ,
            
             
               And
               Fairfax
               ,
               tho'
               but
               Knight
               ,
               their
               General
               made
               .
            
             
               Cromwells
               bold
               rise
               and
               Counsells
               verse
               relates
               .
            
             
               Direfull
               Events
               the
               Nation
               apprehends
               .
            
             
               Lov
               's
               passion
               and
               concern
               with
               War
               Intrigue
               .
            
             
               The
               King
               by
               Furious
               Storm
               does
               Leicest●…r
               win
               .
            
             
               Fairfax
               to
               Oxford
               does
               his
               Army
               Guide
               :
            
             
               Which
               Action
               the
               Kings
               Northern
               March
               diverts
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             ESSEX
             remov'd
             ,
             the
             Houses
             soon
             decree
          
           
             That
             Fairfax
             should
             their
             Captain
             Generall
             be
             .
          
           
             Not
             mean
             his
             Birth
             ,
             of
             Disposition
             sit
          
           
             To
             be
             subservient
             to
             their
             ruling
             Wit.
          
           
             A
             Complysance
             they
             did
             believe
             Improv'd
             ,
          
           
             As
             they
             had
             the
             more
             haughty
             Earl
             remov'd
             .
          
           
             By
             Martiall
             deeds
             this
             Knight
             had
             gain'd
             renown
             ,
          
           
             And
             for
             the
             Houses
             was
             Successfull
             known
             .
          
           
           
             Implicitly
             he
             could
             their
             rule
             Obey
             ,
          
           
             Which
             most
             Endear'd
             them
             to
             his
             Fighting
             way
             .
          
           
             Whose
             Brain
             more
             with
             the
             Soldiers
             part
             conspir'd
          
           
             Then
             Ends
             by
             which
             to
             Factions
             Men
             Aspir'd
             .
          
           
             Or
             how
             Presbitery's
             Interest
             was
             wain'd
             ,
          
           
             As
             Independency
             Improvement
             Gain'd
          
           
             Both
             in
             the
             Houses
             and
             the
             Armys
             Sense
             ,
          
           
             Who
             did
             their
             high
             Caresses
             then
             dispense
          
           
             Unto
             aspiring
             Cromwells
             growing
             Name
             ,
          
           
             The
             darling
             Leader
             of
             Fanatique
             Flame
             .
          
           
             Poor
             had
             he
             Liv'd
             ,
             altho'
             Gentilely
             born
             ,
          
           
             His
             Interest
             despicable
             and
             sorlorn
             :
          
           
             Whilst
             his
             Life
             past
             ,
             to
             Shame
             had
             vitious
             bin
             ,
          
           
             Till
             he
             ,
             by
             Covert
             Zeal
             ,
             Transform'd
             his
             Sin.
          
           
             And
             now
             '
             tho
             but
             Lieutenant-Generall
             made
             ,
          
           
             By
             craft
             was
             more
             than
             Fairfax
             soon
             obey'd
             .
          
           
             And
             had
             this
             new
             form'd
             Army
             so
             Cajol'd
             ,
          
           
             As
             all
             therein
             seem'd
             for
             his
             purpose
             Soul'd
             .
          
           
             Thus
             was
             the
             Man
             ,
             and
             thus
             his
             figure
             rose
             ,
          
           
             Above
             what
             story
             ,
             most
             Prodigious
             shows
             .
          
           
           
             But
             how
             he
             made
             progression
             to
             this
             height
          
           
             The
             Mediums
             tell
             ,
             which
             briefly
             we
             'l
             recite
             .
          
           
             Essex
             discarded
             by
             that
             Factions
             Power
             ,
          
           
             Of
             which
             then
             Cromwell
             was
             esteem'd
             the
             Flower
             ,
          
           
             This
             Subtle
             Man
             to
             Grandees
             next
             propos'd
          
           
             How
             Martiall
             Force
             might
             surer
             be
             compos'd
             :
          
           
             If
             from
             their
             Numbers
             they
             'd
             Scelectly
             take
          
           
             Men
             that
             by
             zeal
             their
             valours
             fiercer
             make
             :
          
           
             And
             with
             them
             ,
             so
             devoted
             ,
             Legions
             fill
             ,
          
           
             Prepar'd
             by
             Conscience
             for
             their
             sakes
             to
             kill
             .
          
           
             Declaring
             how
             Perswasion
             hardens
             fight
             ,
          
           
             And
             how
             men
             Motiv'd
             so
             ,
             all
             perills
             slight
             :
          
           
             Tho'
             Stetes
             Subverted
             are
             or
             Thrones
             remov'd
             ,
          
           
             The
             Action
             seems
             to
             them
             by
             Heaven
             approv'd
             :
          
           
             Who
             deem
             it
             Sublime
             Glory
             to
             destroy
          
           
             Prophaner
             Rule
             which
             Mortalls
             would
             enjoy
             .
          
           
             Nor
             feazibly
             will
             this
             our
             war
             proceed
             ,
          
           
             If
             Harden'd
             conscience
             does
             not
             formost
             Lead
             .
          
           
             Each
             man
             is
             more
             then
             man
             whom
             that
             Inspires
             ;
          
           
             The
             Spirituall
             Gideons
             which
             no
             money
             hires
             .
          
           
           
             And
             tells
             how
             fruitlessly
             we
             conquest
             sought
          
           
             As
             men
             for
             us
             of
             hireling
             Genius
             fought
             .
          
           
             Who
             but
             for
             Muster
             pay
             to
             Fields
             make
             hast
             ,
          
           
             And
             would
             Wars
             hours
             in
             Plenteous
             quarters
             waste
             .
          
           
             The
             Armed
             Drones
             that
             Nationall
             Treasure
             Spend
             ,
          
           
             Without
             a
             sting
             of
             Spirit
             to
             Contend
             :
          
           
             Let
             Votes
             ,
             Instead
             of
             them
             ,
             Bold
             Godly
             chuse
          
           
             To
             Fight
             our
             Battells
             ,
             and
             our
             Cause
             espouse
             .
          
           
             Nor
             think
             that
             Militants
             ,
             with
             softer
             Flame
             ,
          
           
             Can
             the
             Fierce
             Honour
             of
             the
             Kings
             side
             Tame
             .
          
           
             This
             zealots
             Speech
             ,
             like
             Tinder's
             catching
             fire
             ,
          
           
             Did
             with
             the
             Houses
             servent
             votes
             conspire
             :
          
           
             Which
             by
             a
             *
             self-deniall
             Nam'd
             decree
          
           
             Ordain'd
             their
             Army
             should
             new
             modell'd
             be
             :
          
           
             O're
             which
             ,
             tho'
             Fairfax
             Generall
             we
             finde
             ,
          
           
             His
             Power
             to
             Cromwell
             ward-like
             was
             design'd
             .
          
           
           
             The
             Knight
             but
             factions
             Nominall
             allow'd
             ,
          
           
             Whilst
             Cromwell
             rose
             the
             Phaenix
             of
             their
             Crowd
             .
          
           
             Fatall
             Conjunction
             ,
             as
             their
             Actions
             Tell
             ,
          
           
             That
             direfull
             on
             their
             King
             and
             Nation
             fell
             .
          
           
             But
             how
             their
             Crimes
             arriv'd
             unto
             that
             height
             ,
          
           
             Our
             sorrowfull
             Measures
             will
             in
             Course
             recite
             .
          
           
             Well
             did
             the
             Commons
             House
             Approve
             the
             Choice
          
           
             Of
             this
             new
             Modell
             and
             in
             hope
             rejoyce
          
           
             Events
             they
             judg'd
             from
             such
             a
             Power
             would
             spring
             ,
          
           
             That
             they
             held
             keenest
             form'd
             against
             the
             King.
          
           
             And
             tho'
             in
             t'other
             House
             ,
             the
             sitting
             Peers
          
           
             Had
             long
             concurr'd
             with
             Voting
             Commoners
             :
          
           
             And
             had
             to
             Lapse
             of
             Honour
             vilely
             been
             ,
          
           
             Abetters
             of
             this
             Wars
             designed
             Sin
             ;
          
           
             Yet
             in
             this
             Juncture
             had
             this
             Act
             withstood
             ,
          
           
             From
             sense
             perhaps
             of
             their
             Neglected
             Bloud
             ,
          
           
             By
             which
             the
             Furious
             Commons
             did
             require
          
           
             The
             Knight's
             Advancement
             and
             his
             Hardy
             Squire
             .
          
           
             Howe're
             unto
             their
             Essex
             thought
             disgrace
             ,
          
           
             And
             Peerage
             then
             deny'd
             a
             Generalls
             Place
             .
          
           
           
             Thus
             did
             Inferiour
             Votes
             the
             Higher
             Sway
             ,
          
           
             As
             Lords
             did
             Commons
             ,
             in
             effect
             ,
             Obey
             .
          
           
             And
             now
             this
             Novell
             Army
             does
             prepare
          
           
             To
             raise
             their
             Faction
             by
             Succeeding
             war.
          
           
             For
             whose
             Success
             ,
             were
             many
             prayers
             said
             ,
          
           
             By
             such
             as
             held
             themselves
             most
             Sanctify'd
             .
          
           
             Tho'
             Prayers
             ,
             hopes
             ,
             wishes
             ,
             had
             their
             different
             Crime
             ,
          
           
             As
             
             London's
             Juncto
             vary'd
             at
             that
             time
             :
          
           
             Where
             for
             disbanded
             
             Essex's
             party's
             sake
             ,
          
           
             The
             Presbyterians
             high
             disgust
             did
             Take
             .
          
           
             And
             from
             Regret
             could
             Inwardly
             Scarce
             pray
          
           
             For
             Independents
             on
             their
             fighting
             day
             .
          
           
             Lest
             that
             sierce
             Party
             ,
             on
             a
             Martiall
             Score
             ,
          
           
             Shou'd
             end
             what
             T'other
             Left
             undone
             before
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             highly
             Fairfax
             and
             his
             Cheifs
             Caress
          
           
             Their
             Souldiers
             to
             attain
             by
             Arms
             Success
             .
          
           
             And
             with
             Bold
             confidence
             their
             March
             design'd
          
           
             Where
             e'er
             they
             might
             the
             Royall
             Army
             find
             .
          
           
             When
             rumours
             from
             this
             Movement
             every
             where
          
           
             Busy'd
             the
             thinking
             Heart
             and
             watchfull
             ear
             ;
          
           
           
             As
             men
             did
             Problems
             and
             conclusions
             draw
          
           
             From
             what
             they
             heard
             ,
             or
             Judg'd
             their
             Souls
             foresaw
             .
          
           
             Whence
             various
             Expectations
             fill'd
             the
             Minde
          
           
             As
             to
             the
             King
             or
             Houses
             they
             Inclin'd
             .
          
           
             Or
             did
             their
             forward
             Emulations
             guide
          
           
             By
             Gallantries
             observ'd
             on
             either
             side
             .
          
           
             Nor
             did
             some
             Beauteous
             of
             their
             Sex
             decline
          
           
             Glory
             ,
             which
             love
             to
             Valour
             could
             Assigne
             :
          
           
             If
             not
             by
             Speech
             their
             Rivaldries
             declare
             ,
          
           
             As
             they
             did
             Hero's
             Martial
             Acts
             compare
             .
          
           
             When
             in
             Flavira's
             Character
             and
             Deeds
          
           
             Was
             passion
             found
             that
             womans's
             Soul
             exceeds
             .
          
           
             Brave
             Lyle
             she
             Lov'd
             ,
             as
             is
             declar'd
             before
             ,
          
           
             And
             thought
             it
             Heroine
             valour
             to
             explore
          
           
             His
             Fame
             in
             war
             ,
             the
             Jewell
             of
             her
             heart
             ,
          
           
             Like
             which
             she
             Judg'd
             no
             Hero's
             valiant
             part
             .
          
           
             To
             whom
             a
             visit
             Rosaline
             now
             makes
             ,
          
           
             Of
             whose
             bright
             figure
             verse
             precedent
             speaks
             ,
          
           
             Pensive
             in
             Minde
             as
             she
             for
             Lucas
             sake
             ,
          
           
             Did
             prospect
             of
             wars
             fatall
             dangers
             take
             ,
          
           
           
             And
             thought
             she
             did
             that
             Instant
             him
             behold
          
           
             Leading
             his
             Troops
             too
             desperatly
             bold
             ,
          
           
             And
             how
             his
             wounded
             Horse
             did
             three
             times
             bound
             ,
          
           
             And
             threw
             him
             off
             as
             it
             fell
             dead
             to
             ground
             .
          
           
             Wishing
             that
             ,
             from
             such
             chance
             ,
             Flavira
             might
          
           
             Less
             prompt
             her
             Lovers
             Soul
             to
             dangerous
             fight
             .
          
           
             And
             now
             Flavira
             as
             if
             she
             perceiv'd
          
           
             The
             Sentiments
             that
             Rosaline
             had
             griev'd
             :
          
           
             By
             complysance
             and
             Generall
             converse
             ,
          
           
             From
             what
             Fame
             did
             in
             Town
             or
             Court
             disperse
             ,
          
           
             A
             while
             directs
             her
             Language
             and
             her
             mene
             ,
          
           
             And
             seem'd
             without
             Caprice
             a
             Lover
             then
             :
          
           
             Or
             that
             she
             had
             on
             Glory
             solely
             Layd
          
           
             The
             Pride
             of
             Passion
             which
             her
             Soul
             obey'd
             .
          
           
             Reflecting
             on
             the
             Exigent
             of
             Times
             ,
          
           
             And
             how
             Improv'd
             by
             mens
             degenerate
             Crimes
             :
          
           
             From
             which
             Mean
             Source
             the
             Chills
             ,
             to
             valour
             spring
             ,
          
           
             As
             some
             relentingly
             assist
             their
             King.
          
           
             Tender
             perhaps
             as
             Ladies
             please
             to
             Fear
             ,
          
           
             That
             would
             their
             Hero's
             Softer
             Toyls
             endears
          
           
           
             And
             think
             't
             is
             Glorious
             if
             their
             choicer
             Beams
          
           
             Do
             from
             Campaignes
             with-hold
             their
             Lovers
             flames
             .
          
           
             Know
             Rosaline
             ,
             says
             she
             ,
             Flavira
             shall
          
           
             Never
             ,
             her
             Lovers
             honour
             ,
             so
             Enthrall
             .
          
           
             Let
             it
             her
             Emulation
             rather
             be
             ,
          
           
             To
             heighten
             others
             by
             his
             Gallantry
             .
          
           
             What
             verse
             can
             tell
             how
             Rosaline
             was
             mov'd
             ,
          
           
             When
             these
             words
             heard
             ,
             whose
             Soul
             more
             calmly
             Lov'd
             .
          
           
             Pos'd
             ,
             as
             she
             would
             her
             apt
             return
             now
             fit
          
           
             Unto
             Flavira's
             speech
             ,
             and
             sprightly
             wit
             ;
          
           
             And
             could
             not
             but
             with
             troubled
             minde
             explain
          
           
             Her
             Sense
             which
             in
             these
             words
             did
             utterance
             gain
             .
          
           
             Highly
             your
             valo●…
             Madam
             is
             Confest
          
           
             By
             my
             hearts
             def'rence
             to
             what
             yours
             exprest
             :
          
           
             Whereby
             your
             Admir'd
             Loyallty
             appears
          
           
             Unto
             our
             Soveraign
             ,
             whom
             my
             Soul
             revers
             .
          
           
             Nor
             shall
             e're
             my
             Affection
             Arm
             withdraw
          
           
             That
             can
             in
             Field
             his
             Rebell
             Subjects
             Aw
             .
          
           
             Begging
             of
             Heaven
             that
             Titulary
             Stars
          
           
             May
             Loyall
             Lives
             defend
             throughout
             these
             Wars
             .
          
           
           
             And
             that
             the
             Jewell
             Life
             which
             Love
             would
             save
             ,
          
           
             May
             not
             from
             Bloudy
             power
             a
             Period
             have
             .
          
           
             Little
             this
             Speech
             did
             with
             Flavira
             weigh
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             eye
             was
             then
             removing
             to
             Survey
          
           
             A
             painted
             Story
             ,
             where
             the
             Pencills
             Art
          
           
             Did
             her
             Great
             Hero's
             deeds
             to
             Life
             Impart
             .
          
           
             And
             where
             with
             proud
             delight
             she
             did
             behold
          
           
             Fields
             ,
             in
             which
             Lyle
             renownedly
             was
             bold
             .
          
           
             And
             how
             ,
             before
             him
             ,
             shot
             had
             Numbers
             slain
             ,
          
           
             As
             his
             Files
             vanquish'd
             ,
             or
             did
             post
             maintain
             .
          
           
             Inspecting
             next
             how
             in
             last
             Newbery
             Fight
             ,
          
           
             His
             valour
             did
             Amaze
             beholders
             sight
             :
          
           
             When
             to
             Encourage
             Soldiers
             not
             to
             Fear
             ,
          
           
             He
             did
             their
             Leader
             in
             his
             *
             Shi●t
             appear
             .
          
           
             Which
             Posture
             so
             Flavira's
             Passion
             pleas'd
             ,
          
           
             As
             her
             soft
             Arms
             his
             Picture
             's
             form
             embrac'd
             :
          
           
             Next
             kiss'd
             his
             Lips
             ,
             and
             to
             the
             Pencills
             Grace
             ,
          
           
             Admired
             the
             figure
             of
             his
             Valiant
             Face
             .
          
           
           
             When
             Rosaline
             did
             from
             this
             action
             finde
          
           
             The
             high
             Transport
             that
             rul'd
             Flavira's
             Minde
             :
          
           
             And
             how
             she
             from
             Excess
             of
             Spirit
             gave
          
           
             Encomiums
             by
             comparing
             of
             the
             Brave
             :
          
           
             Whilst
             Jealous
             Honour
             might
             in
             others
             raise
          
           
             Excess
             of
             Daring
             to
             gain
             Womans
             Praise
             ;
          
           
             She
             from
             Flavira
             with
             a
             modest
             Grace
          
           
             Retir'd
             ,
             and
             pitying
             Lovers
             wept
             apace
             .
          
           
             Fame's
             watchfull
             Tongue
             not
             only
             from
             this
             Scene
             ,
          
           
             But
             what
             before
             Flavira's
             words
             had
             been
             ,
          
           
             Promulg'd
             to
             Martialists
             that
             Womans
             heart
          
           
             Encited
             Emulation
             on
             their
             Part.
          
           
             Whence
             some
             of
             either
             Sex
             did
             make
             their
             claim
          
           
             To
             Love
             and
             Honour
             by
             a
             Rivall'd
             Fame
             .
          
           
             Or
             did
             ,
             with
             Animosity
             ,
             Contest
             ,
          
           
             As
             they
             affected
             or
             Judg'd
             actions
             best
             .
          
           
             This
             known
             to
             Lucas
             ,
             in
             whose
             Gallant
             mind
          
           
             Desert
             and
             Glory
             did
             their
             Center
             find
             :
          
           
             Above
             all
             Boast
             ,
             the
             varnish
             of
             the
             Proud
             ,
          
           
             Or
             Men
             whose
             Tongues
             ,
             to
             Fames
             deceit
             ,
             are
             Lowd
             ,
          
           
           
             As
             Surreptitionsly
             they
             'd
             six
             renown
          
           
             On
             deeds
             ,
             they
             would
             be
             fancy'd
             to
             have
             done
             .
          
           
             Yet
             from
             prevailing
             Sense
             of
             Honour
             thought
             ,
          
           
             Himself
             disparag'd
             if
             to
             Ballance
             brought
          
           
             With
             any
             ,
             to
             the
             Van
             of
             Fame
             had
             rose
             ,
          
           
             Or
             to
             him
             were
             compar'd
             in
             lighting
             Foes
             .
          
           
             And
             as
             a
             Lover
             lov'd
             the
             praises
             too
             ,
          
           
             Which
             Heroine
             Beauty
             Valour
             did
             allow
             .
          
           
             These
             thoughts
             had
             giv'n
             some
             trouble
             to
             his
             breast
             ,
          
           
             When
             Lyle
             ,
             on
             Wars
             concern
             ,
             to
             him
             addrest
             :
          
           
             Nor
             had
             he
             his
             Lov'd
             person
             till
             that
             Hour
          
           
             Beheld
             ,
             since
             his
             return
             from
             Marston-Moor
             ;
          
           
             Where
             Lucas
             did
             to
             wonder
             fight
             maintain
             ,
          
           
             And
             of
             successfull
             Foes
             had
             many
             slain
             .
          
           
             A
             Bloody
             Vict'ry
             and
             deplor'dly
             great
             ,
          
           
             Since
             that
             *
             day
             Dates
             the
             King's
             first
             grand
             defeat
             ;
          
           
             The
             Northern
             Counties
             wholly
             lost
             thereby
             ,
          
           
             And
             Num'rous
             Lives
             renown'd
             for
             Loyalty
             .
          
           
           
             As
             soon
             as
             Lyle
             beheld
             brave
             Lucas
             Face
             ,
          
           
             With
             h●…y
             kindness
             he
             did
             him
             embrace
             :
          
           
             Wishing
             that
             if
             in
             War
             ,
             by
             Heavens
             decree
             ,
          
           
             Their
             Lives
             must
             have
             a
             Fatal
             destiny
             :
          
           
             That
             one
             days
             Bloudy
             Period
             both
             might
             end
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             one
             Grave
             be
             bury'd
             friend
             by
             friend
             .
          
           
             This
             sense
             of
             
             Lyl's
             so
             generously
             kind
             ,
          
           
             Impress'd
             such
             passion
             on
             the
             others
             Mind
             ,
          
           
             That
             his
             Soul
             yields
             a
             noble
             Tear
             to
             shed
             ,
          
           
             E're
             for
             reply
             he
             these
             words
             to
             him
             said
             .
          
           
             Highly
             thy
             kindness
             Valiant
             Lyle
             I
             own
             ,
          
           
             And
             the
             remarks
             of
             Honour
             by
             it
             shown
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             do
             I
             doubt
             but
             that
             some
             future
             Field
             ,
          
           
             Shall
             to
             us
             Joyntly
             Crops
             of
             Glory
             yield
             .
          
           
             Tho'
             Rebells
             did
             at
             Marston-Moor
             succeed
             ,
          
           
             Where
             Loyal
             valours
             did
             profusely
             bleed
             :
          
           
             Of
             whom
             perhaps
             some
             Ghosts
             less
             quiet
             rest
          
           
             As
             they
             discern
             Mens
             former
             worth
             deprest
             :
          
           
             Or
             by
             Capricious
             Fame
             Misunderstood
          
           
             The
             value
             of
             their
             deeds
             and
             Warlike
             bloud
             ;
          
           
           
             As
             Tongues
             of
             Envy
             she
             to
             Camps
             does
             send
          
           
             That
             to
             Impede
             Man
             's
             Glory
             there
             contend
             :
          
           
             Or
             unto
             Piekes
             dispose
             the
             Martial
             Breast
             ,
          
           
             As
             Actions
             by
             Compare
             are
             deemed
             best
             .
          
           
             A
             way
             ,
             some
             Ladies
             for
             Loves
             sake
             rejoyce
             ,
          
           
             When
             they
             to
             valour
             give
             their
             casting
             voice
             .
          
           
             These
             words
             and
             what
             their
             Tendency
             might
             mean
             ,
          
           
             Seem'd
             to
             prepare
             some
             unexpected
             Scene
             .
          
           
             Well
             known
             to
             Lyle
             the
             high
             disgust
             of
             Spirit
          
           
             That
             Lucas
             had
             to
             descants
             on
             his
             Merit
             :
          
           
             Or
             any
             fond
             Perceptions
             that
             Imply'd
             ,
          
           
             Tho'
             by
             a
             friend
             ,
             his
             valour
             equaliz'd
             .
          
           
             Whence
             Lyle
             was
             sorry
             that
             Flavira's
             Mind
          
           
             Was
             ,
             for
             her
             Lovers
             sake
             ,
             to
             Boast
             inclin'd
             .
          
           
             And
             now
             he
             bends
             discourse
             another
             way
          
           
             To
             Wars
             designs
             ,
             and
             Battels
             future
             day
             :
          
           
             Telling
             they
             soon
             must
             Enemies
             oppose
             ,
          
           
             By
             
               Fairfax
               ,
               Cromwell
            
             ,
             Lead
             ,
             their
             active
             Foes
             :
          
           
             Who
             for
             fierce
             Wars
             increase
             in
             Soul
             conspire
             ,
          
           
             Like
             fewell
             added
             to
             some
             spreading
             fire
             ,
          
           
           
             May
             Heavens
             decree
             all
             dire
             presage
             restrain
             ,
          
           
             As
             Royal
             Powers
             their
             Cause
             in
             fields
             Maintain
             :
          
           
             Let
             their
             bold
             Chiefs
             their
             private
             Grudges
             slight
             ,
          
           
             That
             Stars
             may
             aid
             their
             Union
             as
             they
             fight
             .
          
           
             No
             matter
             if
             Fond
             Tongues
             Incline
             to
             Scan
          
           
             The
             Martial
             Deeds
             of
             this
             or
             t'other
             Man
             :
          
           
             Or
             from
             peculiar
             favour
             would
             prefer
          
           
             Some
             they
             admire
             to
             Fame's
             first
             Room
             in
             War
             :
          
           
             An
             Emulation
             that
             should
             least
             Infest
          
           
             The
             steady
             Temper
             of
             the
             valiant
             Breast
             .
          
           
             Know
             dearest
             friend
             ,
             that
             Lucas
             does
             concede
          
           
             And
             Love
             the
             rule
             by
             which
             thy
             Soul
             is
             led
             .
          
           
             Granting
             with
             you
             that
             valours
             noble
             part
             ,
          
           
             In
             spight
             of
             tongues
             ,
             resideth
             in
             the
             heart
             :
          
           
             Yet
             tho'
             there
             seated
             ,
             still
             the
             Bravest
             must
          
           
             Their
             Overt-acts
             by
             humane
             praise
             adjust
             .
          
           
             As
             Men
             from
             use
             this
             gross
             advantage
             have
             ,
          
           
             That
             Jury-like
             ,
             they
             honour
             kill
             ,
             or
             save
             .
          
           
             No
             Soul
             of
             Glory
             will
             a
             Vaunter
             be
             ,
          
           
             Or
             by
             form'd
             speech
             declare
             its
             Gallantry
             .
          
           
           
             Yet
             could
             Man's
             valour
             high
             ascend
             as
             Star
             ,
          
           
             I
             'de
             have
             it
             thought
             at
             least
             Mine
             went
             as
             sar
             .
          
           
             Suppose
             Flavira's
             Lips
             your
             praise
             should
             tell
             ,
          
           
             Or
             boast
             that
             your
             atcheivments
             all
             excell
             .
          
           
             Wer
             't
             not
             Inglorious
             If
             from
             Rosaline
             ,
          
           
             Prowess
             ,
             should
             want
             her
             tongues
             applause
             ,
             i●
             mine
             .
          
           
             Tho'
             with
             a
             Blush
             she
             should
             my
             deeds
             declare
             ,
          
           
             And
             them
             with
             Lovers
             Boasted
             Fame
             compare
             .
          
           
             Love
             does
             me
             to
             that
             Competition
             draw
             ,
          
           
             Without
             Intended
             Breach
             of
             Freindships
             Law.
          
           
             When
             Lyle
             the
             Purport
             of
             this
             Speech
             had
             weigh'd
             ,
          
           
             His
             Modest
             replication
             thus
             he
             made
             .
          
           
             Vain
             't
             were
             for
             us
             ,
             Brave
             friend
             to
             Canvas
             words
             ,
          
           
             Which
             womans
             tongue
             ,
             (
             with
             Passion
             sway'd
             ,
             )
             affords
             :
          
           
             Or
             think
             they
             Lessen
             honours
             Compleat
             Sum
             ,
          
           
             As
             from
             their
             Partiall
             value
             Plaudits
             Come
             .
          
           
             Believe
             my
             heart
             ,
             which
             never
             so
             conspir'd
          
           
             With
             womans
             Soul
             ,
             for
             deeds
             to
             be
             admir'd
          
           
             Tho'
             hardly
             Man
             resentingly
             will
             blame
          
           
             Affection
             ,
             when
             Indulgent
             to
             his
             Fame
          
           
           
             I
             grant
             that
             womans
             Love
             is
             highly
             great
             ,
          
           
             Said
             Lucas
             ,
             that
             would
             honour
             Stimulate
             :
          
           
             And
             thereby
             Loyall
             valour
             so
             Inhance
             ,
          
           
             That
             with
             it
             Love's
             best
             Glory
             may
             advance
             .
          
           
             Such
             Rivaldry
             I
             willingly
             allow
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             a
             friend
             it
             bravest
             must
             Avow
             .
          
           
             Give
             me
             thy
             hand
             as
             valiantly
             we
             make
          
           
             This
             contract
             for
             our
             Love
             and
             honours
             sake
             :
          
           
             Who
             of
             us
             can
             Most
             foes
             by
             Conduct
             slay
             ,
          
           
             Or
             Pers'nall
             Gallantry
             next
             Battells
             day
             ;
          
           
             Let
             him
             unto
             his
             Lady
             that
             report
             ,
          
           
             Or
             for
             more
             Grandure
             Publish
             first
             at
             Court.
          
           
             To
             which
             Lyle
             did
             ,
             with
             some
             Surprize
             ,
             reply
             ,
          
           
             Brave
             the
             Proposall
             is
             none
             can
             deny
             :
          
           
             Yet
             who
             untill
             this
             time
             ,
             of
             Cheif
             e're
             heard
             ,
          
           
             That
             would
             by
             this
             bold
             Method
             be
             preferr'd
             .
          
           
             And
             if
             Agree'd
             't
             is
             left
             to
             Martiall
             Chance
             ,
          
           
             Which
             of
             our
             Swords
             or
             conducts
             't
             will
             advance
             .
          
           
             Where
             accidents
             sometimes
             Attempts
             do
             Ayd
             ,
          
           
             That
             could
             not
             else
             Auspiciously
             be
             made
             .
          
           
           
             Know
             ,
             Answer'd
             L●cas
             ,
             't
             is
             not
             Fortunes
             power
             ,
          
           
             That
             Slurrs
             the
             Dye
             of
             war
             some
             winning
             howr
             ,
          
           
             That
             can
             Impair
             this
             Actions
             high
             des●rt
             ,
          
           
             Or
             from
             Success
             Select
             the
             Bravest
             heart
             .
          
           
             What
             if
             resolv'd
             Like
             us
             few
             have
             been
             known
             ,
          
           
             Or
             that
             to
             Camps
             the
             brave
             Novell
             we
             own
             :
          
           
             Th'
             examples
             rise
             ,
             our
             Glory
             will
             be
             Found
             ,
          
           
             And
             others
             teach
             in
             valour
             to
             abouud
             .
          
           
             Lucas
             said
             Lyle
             ,
             enough
             I
             do
             embrace
          
           
             This
             offer
             ,
             upon
             which
             you
             value
             place
             :
          
           
             Without
             enquiring
             by
             a
             stricter
             Sense
             ,
          
           
             Why
             the
             proposall
             does
             from
             you
             Commence
             .
          
           
             And
             well
             I
             know
             with
             us
             some
             Cheifs
             Conspire
             ,
          
           
             That
             the
             worlds
             talk
             should
             most
             their
             facts
             admire
             :
          
           
             And
             think
             they
             bid
             for
             Fame
             by
             Trumpets
             sound
             ,
          
           
             If
             by
             Compare
             they
             find
             themselves
             renoun'd
             .
          
           
             Whence
             Jars
             and
             sierce
             Contests
             the
             Soul's
             divide
          
           
             Of
             Prov'd
             Commanders
             on
             th●
             Royall
             side
          
           
             Who
             so
             their
             An●mosities
             prefer
             ,
          
           
             ●s
             Loyall
             Duty
             Slackens
             in
             this
             war
             ;
          
           
           
             And
             Judge
             't
             is
             brave
             if
             one
             another
             they
             ,
          
           
             In
             stead
             of
             Foes
             ,
             by
             Arms
             attempt
             to
             slay
             .
          
           
             To
             cease
             such
             Ills
             if
             our
             example
             may
             ,
          
           
             I
             'le
             gladly
             Fight
             as
             you
             propose
             the
             way
             .
          
           
             And
             others
             te●ch
             ,
             that
             competitions
             vye
             ,
          
           
             To
             turn
             their
             Force
             against
             the
             Enemy
             ;
          
           
             And
             less
             for
             Fame
             then
             for
             their
             King
             Imploy
          
           
             The
             Hectors
             part
             ,
             as
             they
             his
             Foes
             destroy
             .
          
           
             Now
             reply'd
             Lucas
             ,
             I
             'm
             endeared
             more
          
           
             Unto
             thy
             Soul
             ,
             If
             possible
             ,
             then
             before
             ;
          
           
             That
             with
             such
             Grandure
             does
             conspire
             to
             raise
          
           
             Example
             Joyntly
             to
             our
             Loyall
             praise
             .
          
           
             Which
             to
             attain
             the
             Motive
             first
             was
             mine
             ,
          
           
             The
             Applications
             Glory
             I
             grant
             Thine
             .
          
           
             And
             ●…ls
             the
             world
             thy
             Soul
             does
             war
             Approve
             ,
          
           
             N●…
             〈◊〉
             ●…he
             Bloud
             or
             Spoil
             too
             many
             Love
             ,
          
           
             But
             t●
             uphold
             thy
             Soveraigns
             right
             and
             Laws
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             a
             heart
             unblemish'd
             serve
             his
             Cause
             .
          
           
             No
             G●…dy
             hopes
             or
             fury
             Leads
             thee
             on
             ,
          
           
             But
             worth
             to
             act
             what
             should
             be
             Glorious
             done
             .
          
           
           
             Thus
             war's
             thy
             honour
             ,
             and
             if
             decrees
             above
          
           
             Permit
             that
             foes
             my
             Life
             shall
             first
             remove
             ;
          
           
             I
             beg
             of
             Heaven
             ,
             that
             my
             then
             dying
             Face
          
           
             May
             be
             last
             valu'd
             by
             thy
             Lov'd
             embrace
             .
          
           
             This
             Caress
             pass'd
             ,
             they
             next
             resolv'd
             to
             act
          
           
             According
             as
             here
             told
             their
             Gallant
             pact
             .
          
           
             And
             if
             our
             Muse
             can
             give
             their
             deeds
             a
             Glory
             ,
          
           
             They
             shall
             have
             lasting
             Fame
             within
             her
             story
             .
          
           
             Now
             Rosaline
             within
             whose
             tender
             Breast
             ,
          
           
             Terror
             and
             bad
             presage
             had
             Greif
             Imprest
             .
          
           
             And
             sinding
             tho'
             by
             Speech
             and
             blushes
             try'd
             ,
          
           
             Flavira's
             heart
             could
             not
             be
             Mollify'd
             :
          
           
             Who
             had
             ,
             with
             disregard
             to
             other
             Merit
             ,
          
           
             Allow'd
             to
             Lyle
             the
             most
             Heroique
             Spirit
             :
          
           
             From
             whence
             might
             dangerous
             Emulations
             〈◊〉
          
           
             ●f
             Fame
             did
             such
             discourse
             to
             Lucas
             bring
             .
          
           
             And
             his
             sierce
             minde
             Incite
             for
             love
             of
             her
             ,
          
           
             His
             value
             by
             his
             perill
             to
             prefe●…
             :
          
           
             Occasion
             gave
             her
             sorrow
             to
             Revolve
          
           
             The
             Apprehensions
             of
             her
             tender
             Soul
             :
          
           
           
             As
             firmest
             Love
             her
             restless
             Fears
             did
             weigh
          
           
             From
             her
             first
             waking
             time
             to
             end
             of
             day
             .
          
           
             Nor
             could
             she
             take
             her
             soft
             repose
             at
             Night
          
           
             For
             dismall
             Dreams
             that
             did
             her
             more
             assright
             .
          
           
             By
             which
             she
             thought
             in
             Vision
             she
             beheld
          
           
             Her
             Lucas
             wounded
             ,
             or
             to
             Death
             compell'd
             .
          
           
             And
             Judging
             that
             her
             presence
             nor
             her
             Fears
             ,
          
           
             Or
             Love
             ,
             tho'
             Interceding
             with
             her
             tears
             ,
          
           
             Could
             him
             ,
             her
             Soul
             affected
             ,
             now
             deter
          
           
             From
             forwarding
             his
             Perills
             in
             this
             War
             :
          
           
             Resolve
             she
             does
             her
             person
             to
             remove
             ,
          
           
             Howe're
             obscure
             she
             griev'd
             or
             dy'd
             for
             Love.
          
           
             A
             Servant
             old
             she
             had
             of
             firmest
             trust
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             Paps
             her
             Beauteous
             Infancy
             had
             Nurst
             :
          
           
             Whom
             solely
             she
             acquaints
             with
             her
             Intent
             ,
          
           
             And
             why
             from
             Oxford
             she
             would
             now
             Absent
             :
          
           
             Tho'
             to
             her
             grief
             ,
             she
             did
             from
             him
             depart
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             Love
             she
             still
             must
             carry
             in
             her
             heart
             ;
          
           
             Wishing
             her
             Breast
             ,
             when
             shot
             flies
             thick
             i●
             field
             ,
          
           
             Might
             Interpose
             and
             be
             her
             Lovers
             shield
             .
          
           
           
             Then
             ask'd
             her
             Nurse
             ,
             if
             she
             could
             find
             a
             way
          
           
             Unto
             some
             place
             where
             she
             unknown
             might
             stay
             .
          
           
             To
             which
             her
             Matron
             Servant
             thus
             reply'd
             ,
          
           
             Your
             Gracious
             Mother
             sometime
             e're
             she
             dy'd
             ,
          
           
             Me
             ,
             by
             her
             will
             ,
             your
             Gardianess
             design'd
             ,
          
           
             No
             Less
             then
             Naturall
             Mother
             to
             you
             kind
             :
          
           
             E're
             since
             your
             Infant
             Lips
             first
             Suck'd
             my
             breast
             ,
          
           
             And
             kiss'd
             as
             you
             did
             in
             my
             Bosom
             rest
             .
          
           
             But
             why
             ,
             my
             dearest
             Child
             ,
             must
             your
             presage
             ,
          
           
             Even
             to
             despair
             ,
             your
             Tender
             heart
             engage
             .
          
           
             Don't
             other
             Beauties
             ,
             this
             sad
             Time
             ,
             behold
          
           
             The
             Armed
             Lover
             ,
             and
             observe
             when
             told
          
           
             His
             Martiall
             acts
             ,
             altho'
             their
             gentle
             car
          
           
             Would
             softer
             Sounds
             perhaps
             desire
             to
             hear
             :
          
           
             Yet
             ,
             who
             of
             these
             ,
             Society
             or
             place
          
           
             For
             this
             Cause
             leave
             ,
             or
             sight
             of
             Warlike
             Face
          
           
             By
             them
             belov'd
             ;
             And
             wherefore
             should
             you
             more
          
           
             Then
             other
             hearts
             your
             Sorrow
             thus
             explore
             .
          
           
             Grant
             me
             said
             Rosaline
             ,
             by
             thy
             Compare
             ,
          
           
             More
             Tender
             Soul'd
             then
             many
             Lovers
             are
             :
          
           
           
             And
             that
             when
             Drumms
             do
             beat
             or
             Trumpets
             Sound
             ,
          
           
             My
             Breast
             ,
             by
             inward
             Grief
             ,
             receives
             a
             wound
             :
          
           
             Least
             their
             bold
             Summons
             should
             the
             armed
             hand
          
           
             Of
             him
             I
             Love
             too
             desperatly
             command
             .
          
           
             Be
             this
             the
             Cause
             ,
             or
             let
             thy
             Soul
             devise
          
           
             Any
             for
             my
             remove
             ,
             more
             kind
             ,
             or
             wise
             .
          
           
             Her
             carefull
             woman
             having
             Ponder'd
             well
          
           
             Her
             Ladyes
             Grief
             ,
             and
             Tears
             that
             from
             her
             fell
             ;
          
           
             Her
             sleep
             disturb'd
             ,
             and
             how
             she
             made
             her
             moan
          
           
             In
             Love's
             ●ad
             accents
             as
             she
             walk'd
             alone
             :
          
           
             Nor
             could
             her
             Lute
             ,
             or
             Musick
             of
             her
             Voice
             ,
          
           
             At
             which
             when
             heard
             Birds
             did
             in
             Groves
             rejoyce
             ;
          
           
             Asswage
             the
             Apprehensions
             of
             her
             Soul
             ,
          
           
             The
             waves
             that
             in
             her
             heart
             did
             restless
             rowl
             .
          
           
             Unto
             Fair
             Rosaline
             ,
             thus
             briefly
             said
             ,
          
           
             Loves
             Fear
             I
             see
             has
             your
             Loves
             torment
             Bred
             :
          
           
             And
             hard
             it
             is
             ,
             I
             Judge
             ,
             by
             your
             remove
          
           
             To
             leave
             behind
             the
             fears
             that
             spring
             from
             Love.
          
           
             But
             since
             in
             being
             Spectator
             here
             you
             find
          
           
             That
             terrors
             hast
             their
             pastport
             to
             your
             Minde
             :
          
           
           
             I
             can
             your
             Fair
             removall
             so
             contrive
             ,
          
           
             As
             Wars
             events
             shan't
             to
             your
             ears
             arrive
             .
          
           
             And
             where
             ,
             with
             wellcome
             ,
             you
             may
             seasons
             spend
          
           
             By
             harmless
             ease
             till
             Battles
             have
             an
             end
             .
          
           
             Guide
             me
             kind
             Foster-mother
             to
             the
             place
             ,
          
           
             Where
             I
             may
             that
             Content
             in
             Soul
             embrace
             :
          
           
             And
             for
             my
             Lover
             there
             devoutly
             Pray
          
           
             That
             Heaven
             may
             him
             defend
             each
             Fatall
             day
             .
          
           
             Her
             wise
             attendant
             having
             these
             words
             weigh'd
             ,
          
           
             No
             longer
             did
             her
             Ladies
             stay
             perswade
             .
          
           
             Since
             in
             that
             Juncture
             expectations
             were
          
           
             Busy'd
             by
             dangers
             of
             ensuing
             war
             ,
          
           
             And
             rumor'd
             then
             that
             to
             perform
             some
             deed
             ,
          
           
             By
             boldest
             Prowess
             ,
             Lucas
             stood
             oblig'd
             .
          
           
             Wherefore
             she
             with
             her
             Ladies
             hast
             conspires
             ,
          
           
             After
             she
             her
             had
             Cloath'd
             in
             sit
             Attires
             .
          
           
             And
             over
             these
             a
             Black
             silk-robe
             had
             hung
          
           
             To
             vail
             her
             visage
             as
             they
             passed
             on
             .
          
           
             But
             for
             her
             own
             disgnise
             took
             no
             more
             care
          
           
             Then
             on
             her
             head
             a
             Travellers
             hood
             to
             wear
             .
          
           
           
             And
             thus
             Night
             come
             ,
             they
             '
             riv'd
             beyond
             the
             Line
          
           
             Which
             Oxford
             works
             and
             Ramparts
             did
             confine
             .
          
           
             When
             by
             few
             steps
             the
             appointed
             place
             they
             ●inde
             ,
          
           
             Whether
             a
             Trusty
             Sorvant
             was
             Assign'd
          
           
             To
             wait
             with
             Horses
             ,
             on
             which
             mounted
             they
          
           
             With
             all
             Convenient
             speed
             did
             hast
             away
             .
          
           
             Neatly
             the
             Virgin
             could
             her
             Palfrey
             guide
             ,
          
           
             Enur'd
             for
             pastime
             mettl'd
             steeds
             to
             ride
             :
          
           
             And
             as
             hers
             sometimes
             now
             remisly
             trod
             ,
          
           
             His
             fault
             she
             told
             him
             by
             her
             rein
             ,
             or
             rod.
          
           
             With
             care
             her
             woman
             to
             direct
             her
             course
             ,
          
           
             Before
             her
             rid
             ,
             tho'
             worse
             she
             rul'd
             her
             horse
             .
          
           
             Yet
             with
             best
             dilligence
             Imploy'd
             her
             eye
             ,
          
           
             That
             timely
             she
             might
             uncooth
             Tracts
             espy
             :
          
           
             That
             from
             her
             Horses
             steps
             her
             Ladies
             might
          
           
             The
             safest
             tread
             ,
             as
             on
             they
             pass'd
             that
             Night
             .
          
           
             No
             Pilate
             ,
             Sayling
             dangerous
             Creek
             or
             streight
             ,
          
           
             When
             Orient
             Pearls
             the
             riches
             of
             his
             freight
             ,
          
           
             Could
             with
             more
             vigilance
             his
             Compass
             steer
             ,
          
           
             Then
             for
             her
             Lady
             was
             her
             womans
             care
             .
          
           
           
             Who
             knowing
             long
             that
             Countreys
             site
             and
             coast
             ,
          
           
             From
             Roads
             she
             to
             less
             usuall
             ways
             had
             Crost
             ,
          
           
             Where
             least
             she
             thought
             might
             plundering
             Soldiers
             stray
             ,
          
           
             Or
             Troups
             that
             Foes
             by
             Star-light
             sought
             to
             slay
             .
          
           
             And
             as
             securest
             way
             she
             thought
             to
             Chuse
             ,
          
           
             Nights
             Gloom
             Increasing
             ,
             the
             design'd
             did
             loose
             .
          
           
             This
             Guide
             now
             frighted
             for
             her
             Ladies
             sake
             ,
          
           
             And
             dangers
             might
             ensue
             from
             her
             Mistake
             :
          
           
             No
             step
             her
             horse
             did
             tread
             on
             Leaf
             or
             Grass
             ,
          
           
             But
             she
             fear'd
             Notice
             gave
             where
             they
             did
             pass
             .
          
           
             And
             if
             some
             spiry
             Bush
             by
             her
             was
             seen
             ,
          
           
             She
             doubted
             it
             might
             armed
             Man
             have
             been
             .
          
           
             Her
             Lady
             seeing
             thus
             perplex'd
             her
             guide
             ,
          
           
             To
             lead
             her
             boldly
             on
             ,
             did
             foremost
             ride
             :
          
           
             Imploring
             ,
             from
             above
             ,
             her
             Journey
             's
             ayd
             ,
          
           
             Who
             was
             too
             Innocent
             to
             be
             afraid
             .
          
           
             And
             thus
             she
             sometimes
             wrong
             and
             sometimes
             right
             ,
          
           
             Had
             forward
             led
             till
             hours
             near
             spent
             of
             Night
             .
          
           
             When
             she
             by
             Chance
             a
             Candle
             did
             perceive
          
           
             That
             from
             a
             Cottage
             some
             Small
             light
             did
             give
             .
          
           
           
             Whither
             she
             rid
             and
             calling
             at
             the
             door
             :
          
           
             A
             Hoory
             Dame
             ,
             from
             spinning
             on
             her
             floor
             ,
          
           
             Opening
             her
             wicket
             ,
             with
             a
             churlish
             flame
             ,
          
           
             At
             first
             word
             gave
             to
             her
             a
             Harlot's
             Name
             .
          
           
             Saying
             ,
             that
             she
             had
             lost
             both
             food
             and
             rest
          
           
             By
             Drabs
             that
             with
             their
             Troopers
             her
             opprest
             :
          
           
             Nor
             doubted
             but
             such
             horrid
             Queans
             were
             they
             ,
          
           
             And
             swore
             she
             'd
             not
             ayd
             them
             if
             lost
             their
             way
             .
          
           
             Old
             woman
             ,
             said
             the
             Virgin
             ,
             pray
             forbear
          
           
             Words
             ,
             that
             from
             bad
             mistake
             ,
             offend
             my
             ear
             .
          
           
             We
             to
             no
             other
             purpose
             hither
             came
             ,
          
           
             Save
             to
             enquire
             the
             road
             t'wards
             Buckingham
             :
          
           
             Which
             I
             suppose
             thy
             Pitty
             won't
             deny
             ,
          
           
             Or
             let
             this
             peice
             of
             Gold
             that
             kindness
             Buy
             .
          
           
             The
             Money
             handled
             ,
             soon
             the
             Belldame
             made
          
           
             A
             homely
             Curtsey
             ,
             and
             her
             pardon
             pray'd
             :
          
           
             Saying
             insooth
             Fair
             Mistress
             ,
             I
             perceive
          
           
             I
             was
             mistaken
             ,
             since
             you
             frankly
             give
             .
          
           
             We
             Countrey-folk
             ,
             God
             wot
             ,
             kind
             words
             best
             savour
             ,
          
           
             When
             they
             do
             likewise
             us
             with
             profit
             favour
             .
          
           
           
             And
             wish
             that
             all
             as
             truly
             serv'd
             their
             King
             ,
          
           
             As
             we
             take
             pains
             to
             get
             and
             love
             his
             Coine
             .
          
           
             Your
             way
             ,
             when
             pass'd
             this
             Gate
             ,
             the
             right
             hand
             shows
             ,
          
           
             And
             whither
             you
             intend
             directly
             goes
             .
          
           
             So
             hard
             it
             is
             a
             Kindness
             to
             Obtain
             ,
          
           
             Of
             Rugged
             Natures
             ,
             unless
             won
             by
             Gain
             .
          
           
             The
             knowing
             Matron
             by
             this
             little
             ayd
             ,
          
           
             Her
             Ladies
             passage
             without
             error
             made
             .
          
           
             Towards
             a
             forrest
             where
             she
             did
             Intend
          
           
             Their
             Journeys
             trouble
             should
             receive
             an
             end
             .
          
           
             And
             thus
             they
             forward
             safely
             pass'd
             some
             Miles
             ,
          
           
             When
             Mornings
             face
             appear'd
             with
             rosy
             smiles
             ;
          
           
             As
             Birds
             seem'd
             Notes
             on
             purpose
             to
             prepare
             ,
          
           
             Thereby
             to
             ●…en
             this
             soft
             Virgin
             's
             Care
             ;
          
           
             And
             bad
             pr●sage
             which
             oft
             her
             mind
             did
             fill
             ,
          
           
             Who
             could
             not
             as
             she
             rode
             but
             Tears
             distill
             :
          
           
             Or
             blam'd
             sometimes
             her
             fear
             ,
             tho'
             caus'd
             by
             Love
             ,
          
           
             That
             her
             from
             Lucas
             sight
             did
             thus
             remove
             ;
          
           
             And
             him
             ,
             if
             wounded
             ,
             not
             in
             person
             Aid
             ,
          
           
             Or
             by
             her
             Skill
             ,
             Or
             Tears
             ,
             his
             Balsom
             made
             .
          
           
           
             Thus
             thoughts
             revolv'd
             within
             her
             troubled
             Breast
             ,
          
           
             As
             with
             her
             faithfull
             woman
             on
             she
             past
             .
          
           
             The
             Morning
             Smooth
             as
             was
             her
             Infant
             Face
             ,
          
           
             When
             Heaven
             did
             New
             born
             light
             in
             Skies
             first
             place
             .
          
           
             Nor
             less
             Auspicious
             did
             appear
             the
             way
          
           
             On
             which
             they
             forward
             rid
             that
             Early
             day
             .
          
           
             No
             Terrible
             man
             beheld
             ,
             or
             noise
             was
             heard
             ,
          
           
             That
             might
             their
             further
             Progress
             have
             dete●…'d
             .
          
           
             Untill
             arriv'd
             unto
             a
             parting
             road
          
           
             That
             led
             unto
             another
             by
             a
             Wood
             :
          
           
             From
             whence
             ,
             as
             if
             in
             Ambush
             laid
             before
             ,
          
           
             Of
             Armed
             Horse-Men
             Twenty
             if
             not
             more
             ,
          
           
             By
             speech
             Outlandish
             ,
             and
             of
             Visage
             Grim
             ,
          
           
             With
             rugged
             fury
             apprehended
             them
             .
          
           
             And
             like
             a
             Dove
             ,
             when
             by
             a
             Vulture
             seiz'd
             ,
          
           
             This
             Virgin
             Beauty
             was
             by
             these
             surpriz'd
             .
          
           
             Whil'st
             she
             ,
             as
             Boistrously
             they
             her
             surround
             ,
          
           
             From
             ready
             thought
             had
             this
             expedient
             found
             ;
          
           
             As
             them
             ,
             to
             spare
             rude
             search
             ,
             she
             frankly
             gave
          
           
             Her
             Coyn
             and
             Gems
             ,
             and
             what
             then
             all
             she
             'd
             save
             ,
          
           
           
             A
             little
             Picture
             Jewells
             did
             adorn
             ,
          
           
             And
             next
             her
             breast
             for
             Lucas
             sake
             was
             worn
             .
          
           
             When
             these
             they
             had
             ,
             and
             from
             her
             woman
             too
          
           
             Had
             taken
             what
             they
             found
             about
             her
             now
             ;
          
           
             Like
             fierce
             Banditti's
             that
             could
             not
             decide
          
           
             How
             amongst
             them
             Stollen
             Booties
             to
             divide
             :
          
           
             From
             horrid
             words
             to
             Oaths
             their
             threats
             arose
             ,
          
           
             And
             next
             prepar'd
             to
             force
             their
             keenest
             Blows
             .
          
           
             Till
             some
             more
             Temperate
             did
             advise
             the
             rest
             ,
          
           
             That
             since
             by
             Power
             these
             women
             they
             possest
             ,
          
           
             And
             things
             of
             value
             ,
             dutcous
             't
             was
             that
             they
          
           
             Should
             to
             Vanbralders
             presence
             them
             convey
             :
          
           
             To
             whose
             Decision
             their
             contests
             should
             yield
             ,
          
           
             He
             being
             their
             Supream
             Officer
             in
             Field
             .
          
           
             Perswaded
             thus
             to
             stand
             to
             his
             award
             ,
          
           
             Their
             lovely
             Captive
             towards
             him
             they
             Guard.
          
           
             No
             Beauteous
             Saint
             ,
             when
             to
             be
             Martyr'd
             led
          
           
             By
             Faces
             dreadfull
             as
             the
             Gorgon's
             head
             :
          
           
             Could
             more
             Serenely
             resolute
             appear
             ,
          
           
             Then
             Rosaline
             did
             amongst
             such
             figures
             here
             .
          
           
           
             
               Walloone
               Vanbralder
            
             was
             ,
             and
             hither
             came
             ,
          
           
             As
             Verse
             relates
             ,
             to
             raise
             his
             Martial
             Name
             .
          
           
             When
             many
             of
             his
             hardy
             *
             Nation
             were
          
           
             Paid
             by
             the
             Houses
             to
             assist
             their
             War.
          
           
             When
             this
             Bold
             Leader
             Rosaline
             had
             seen
             ,
          
           
             And
             well
             observ'd
             her
             Comely
             form
             and
             Mein
             :
          
           
             His
             Looks
             were
             troubled
             and
             Amaz'd
             his
             Eyes
             ,
          
           
             Like
             one
             from
             sudden
             wonder
             felt
             surprise
             ;
          
           
             Unto
             his
             Breast
             Throbs
             did
             Allarums
             Beat
             ,
          
           
             And
             rais'd
             within
             a
             Lovers
             ardent
             heat
             .
          
           
             T'●njoy
             her
             Person
             fully
             he
             inclin'd
             ,
          
           
             But
             by
             what
             Method
             no
             less
             pos'd
             his
             Mind
             :
          
           
             So
             Love
             and
             Honour
             struggled
             in
             his
             Soul
             ,
          
           
             Where
             hard
             't
             was
             found
             to
             yield
             them
             joyntly
             rule
             .
          
           
             But
             now
             to
             seem
             Compos'd
             ,
             howe're
             he
             meant
          
           
             To
             Manage
             or
             Compleat
             his
             Loves
             intent
             ;
          
           
             He
             kindly
             Bow'd
             ,
             and
             to
             her
             words
             address'd
          
           
             That
             Gentle
             seem'd
             ;
             yet
             others
             with
             them
             mix'd
             ▪
          
           
           
             Which
             told
             that
             Martial
             Trust
             severe
             must
             be
             ,
          
           
             Against
             whoe're
             befriend
             the
             Enemy
             :
          
           
             Or
             such
             that
             might
             Intelligence
             Convey
             ,
          
           
             Tho'
             of
             her
             Sex
             ,
             by
             any
             Subtile
             way
             .
          
           
             Or
             should
             ,
             excuse
             Me
             that
             I
             put
             the
             Case
             ,
          
           
             More
             to
             deserve
             some
             Chiefs
             desi●'d
             Embrace
             :
          
           
             From
             Camp
             to
             Camp
             a
             Beauteous
             spy
             arrive
             ▪
          
           
             And
             Teach
             him
             next
             our
             ruine
             to
             contrive
             .
          
           
             A
             Crime
             like
             this
             the
             Houses
             did
             of
             late
          
           
             Detect
             ,
             in
             handsom
             Lady
             ,
             ▪
             gainst
             their
             state
             .
          
           
             Wherefore
             you
             must
             expect
             b●fore
             you
             go
             ,
          
           
             That
             I
             your
             person
             will
             and
             business
             know
             :
          
           
             Your
             taken
             Jewells
             you
             may
             have
             again
             ,
          
           
             But
             Lucas
             Picture
             shall
             with
             me
             remain
             .
          
           
             The
             cause
             this
             whisper
             briefly
             shall
             declare
             ,
          
           
             And
             such
             as
             will
             require
             your
             kindest
             Ear.
          
           
             What
             thought
             can
             guess
             how
             her
             Soul
             was
             perplex●
             ,
          
           
             As
             this
             man
             had
             thus
             coucht
             his
             amorous
             Text.
          
           
             Whilst
             she
             ,
             that
             for
             loves
             Pitty
             only
             fled
             ,
          
           
             Must
             here
             detested
             Lovers
             Presence
             dread
             .
          
           
           
             But
             since
             his
             words
             ,
             at
             which
             her
             Soul
             took
             fright
             ,
          
           
             Had
             not
             as
             yet
             arriv'd
             to
             wicked
             height
             :
          
           
             She
             thus
             with
             modest
             considence
             reply'd
             ;
          
           
             Justly
             by
             me
             your
             Inserence
             is
             deny'd
             ,
          
           
             Since
             I
             have
             nothing
             done
             against
             your
             cause
             ,
          
           
             Or
             what
             may
             Interfere
             with
             Martial
             Laws
             .
          
           
             Wars
             daring
             Conflicts
             and
             their
             sierce
             result
             ,
          
           
             Have
             been
             my
             dread
             but
             never
             my
             consult
             .
          
           
             And
             were
             the
             Motive
             of
             my
             Journey
             known
             ,
          
           
             Enough
             't
             would
             prove
             the
             truth
             which
             here
             I
             own
             .
          
           
             Well
             I
             discern
             (
             said
             he
             )
             that
             Womans
             thought
          
           
             Can
             speciously
             evade
             or
             excuse
             fault
             .
          
           
             But
             know
             that
             to
             my
             power
             no
             less
             't
             is
             free
          
           
             To
             tax
             your
             Crime
             as
             it
             appears
             to
             Me
             :
          
           
             Or
             send
             you
             to
             the
             Houses
             under
             Guard
             ,
          
           
             Who
             may
             you
             long
             Imprison
             before
             heard
             .
          
           
             Tho'
             unto
             you
             I
             gentler
             am
             Inclin'd
             ,
          
           
             As
             to
             my
             heart
             your
             Beams
             do
             passage
             find
             .
          
           
             Perhaps
             you
             'l
             call
             this
             Love
             ,
             and
             next
             expect
          
           
             That
             honour
             should
             in
             Me
             cause
             its
             Neglect
             :
          
           
           
             And
             you
             by
             Pass-port
             to
             your
             Hero
             send
             ,
          
           
             That
             story
             may
             my
             Temperance
             Commend
             .
          
           
             To
             which
             ,
             for
             glorious
             praise
             ,
             I
             might
             comply
             ,
          
           
             Tho'
             Honour
             by
             that
             Act
             should
             Love
             deny
             :
          
           
             Did
             not
             Me
             other
             obligation
             sway
             ,
          
           
             To
             discharge
             which
             ,
             I
             must
             your
             person
             stay
             .
          
           
             Then
             Venus
             ,
             Martial
             Sir
             ,
             't
             is
             I
             perceive
          
           
             That
             has
             Commenc'd
             within
             you
             this
             Intr●gue
             .
          
           
             And
             whence
             my
             persons
             safety
             you
             propose
             ,
          
           
             If
             with
             your
             wishes
             mine
             would
             kindly
             close
             ?
          
           
             Are
             you
             a
             Soldier
             ,
             and
             thus
             guide
             your
             Charms
             ,
          
           
             Which
             Cupid
             would
             despise
             did
             he
             wear
             Arms.
          
           
             Or
             is
             't
             some
             stratagem
             ,
             I
             can't
             discern
             ,
          
           
             That
             you
             in
             some
             loose
             Forreign
             Camp
             might
             learn.
          
           
             Be
             't
             what
             it
             will
             ,
             my
             Virtue
             I
             dare
             trust
             ,
          
           
             Howe're
             to
             Honour
             you
             'd
             appear
             unjust
             .
          
           
             When
             this
             return
             ,
             this
             
             Walloon-Chief
             did
             hear
             ,
          
           
             Guilt
             touch'd
             his
             Soul
             ,
             where
             love
             would
             guilt
             endear
             ;
          
           
             Whilst
             as
             she
             Pleaded
             Virtues
             cause
             to
             him
             :
          
           
             His
             lov
             's
             Transport
             he
             then
             did
             greatest
             deem
             .
          
           
           
             Her
             Grace
             ,
             looks
             ,
             Speech
             ,
             by
             Natures
             special
             Art
             ,
          
           
             He
             Judg'd
             design'd
             Allurements
             to
             his
             heart
             :
          
           
             And
             thought
             she
             did
             luxuriously
             adjust
          
           
             That
             Beauty
             had
             no
             Virtue
             by
             her
             trust
             .
          
           
             From
             this
             Course
             Principle
             he
             does
             design
          
           
             How
             Fraud
             with
             Lust
             should
             wicked
             aid
             combine
             ,
          
           
             And
             by
             a
             fond
             device
             so
             manage
             Time
             ,
          
           
             As
             might
             compleat
             his
             vile
             intended
             Crime
             .
          
           
             And
             thus
             does
             by
             Fictitious
             Story
             tell
          
           
             That
             sad
             disaster
             late
             had
             him
             befell
             :
          
           
             As
             he
             a
             Beauty
             ,
             to
             his
             Soul
             most
             dear
             ,
          
           
             Had
             lost
             by
             rude
             surprize
             this
             Time
             of
             War.
          
           
             Perhaps
             conceal'd
             by
             some
             Chiefs
             rigid
             Power
             ,
          
           
             That
             but
             too
             soon
             her
             Person
             may
             deslower
             .
          
           
             A
             Lady
             lately
             ,
             whether
             her
             or
             no
             ,
          
           
             From
             full
             report
             I
             cannot
             certain
             know
             ,
          
           
             By
             Lucas
             was
             detain'd
             I
             understand
             ;
          
           
             If
             so
             ,
             his
             Pledge
             in
             you
             is
             in
             my
             hand
             .
          
           
             And
             if
             Exchange
             of
             Beauty
             compass
             may
          
           
             Her
             wish'd
             return
             ,
             yours
             shall
             her
             ransome
             pay
             .
          
           
           
             But
             should
             I
             apprehend
             ,
             which
             Heaven
             avert
          
           
             From
             e're
             a●●●cting
             of
             her
             fair
             desert
             ,
          
           
             That
             any
             Impious
             Man
             ,
             by
             Lustfull
             force
             ,
          
           
             Has
             stain'd
             her
             Person
             to
             her
             Souls
             Remorse
             :
          
           
             The
             same
             I
             'le
             act
             on
             you
             ,
             unless
             I
             find
          
           
             That
             your
             Embrace
             proceods
             from
             yielding
             mind
             .
          
           
             Let
             chance
             the
             valiant
             Lucas
             hither
             Bring
             ,
          
           
             To
             fight
             at
             once
             for
             his
             Love's
             sake
             and
             King
             :
          
           
             On
             Terms
             resolv'd
             defiance
             I
             'de
             express
             ,
          
           
             And
             tell
             that
             I
             his
             Rosaline
             possess
             .
          
           
             This
             
             Synon-Lover
             having
             form'd
             this
             Tale
             ,
          
           
             His
             wicked
             Ends
             pretextly
             to
             avail
             ;
          
           
             And
             by
             feign'd
             Cause
             some
             seeming
             Grandieur
             add
          
           
             Unto
             the
             Method
             of
             his
             being
             had
             :
          
           
             Concludes
             ,
             that
             soon
             his
             Subtle
             Terrors
             would
          
           
             This
             Virgins
             mind
             unto
             his
             purpose
             mold
             :
          
           
             And
             to
             her
             blushes
             joyn
             a
             yielding
             sense
             ,
          
           
             Till
             kisses
             won
             her
             totall
             Complaisance
             .
          
           
             Whose
             breast
             now
             fill'd
             with
             sorrow
             ,
             and
             her
             eyes
             ,
          
           
             Like
             drops
             engend'ring
             in
             serenest
             Skies
             ,
          
           
           
             Tho'
             big
             with
             tears
             ,
             yet
             did
             allow
             no
             grief
             ,
          
           
             By
             which
             ,
             from
             this
             vile
             Man
             ,
             she
             'd
             ask
             relief
             :
          
           
             But
             look
             upon
             him
             with
             a
             Scornfull
             ray
             ,
          
           
             That
             more
             then
             words
             did
             her
             disdain
             convey
             .
          
           
             Her
             faithfull
             woman
             ,
             tho'
             attending
             near
             ,
          
           
             Could
             ,
             not
             the
             sense
             Vanbralder
             utter'd
             ,
             hear
             :
          
           
             He
             having
             ,
             aside
             some
             steps
             ,
             her
             Lady
             took
             ,
          
           
             Before
             he
             had
             his
             lustfull
             accents
             spoke
             :
          
           
             Yet
             in
             her
             prospect
             of
             his
             dismall
             Face
             ,
          
           
             Where
             Red
             and
             Pale
             did
             vary'd
             Horrors
             place
             :
          
           
             His
             rough
             aspect
             and
             eyes
             that
             siercely
             rowl'd
             ,
          
           
             As
             Comets
             when
             Prodigious
             Acts
             foretold
             ;
          
           
             She
             saw
             her
             Ladies
             danger
             ,
             and
             by
             Tears
             ,
          
           
             Shed
             in
             abundance
             ,
             did
             imply
             her
             Fears
             .
          
           
             And
             with
             a
             womans
             fury
             next
             design'd
          
           
             T'
             upbraid
             the
             fervor
             of
             his
             wicked
             mind
             :
          
           
             Or
             else
             to
             kill
             him
             by
             some
             proper
             way
             ,
          
           
             Tho'
             Guarded
             by
             his
             Troops
             ,
             in
             open
             day
             .
          
           
             And
             if
             the
             Fact
             her
             Lady
             could
             defend
             ,
          
           
             She
             'd
             gladly
             forfeit
             life
             to
             give
             his
             End.
          
           
           
             But
             otherwise
             it
             was
             above
             decreed
             ,
          
           
             That
             this
             Libidinous
             Forreign
             Chief
             should
             bleed
             .
          
           
             Whose
             hasty
             Scouts
             to
             him
             now
             Tydings
             brought
          
           
             Of
             Marching
             Powers
             ,
             on
             good
             Terms
             might
             be
             fought
             :
          
           
             Their
             Numbers
             less
             then
             he
             Commanded
             there
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             the
             next
             Campaign
             arrived
             were
             .
          
           
             Adding
             that
             Lucas
             as
             Intelligence
             said
             ,
          
           
             Before
             them
             as
             Supream
             Commander
             Led
             .
          
           
             When
             fierce
             Vanbralder
             heard
             brave
             Lucas's
             name
             ,
          
           
             He
             bid
             a
             Guard
             surround
             the
             Beauteous
             Dame
             :
          
           
             And
             next
             ,
             her
             to
             some
             rising
             space
             convey
             ,
          
           
             Whence
             she
             might
             view
             the
             action
             of
             that
             day
             :
          
           
             And
             with
             what
             Courage
             he
             'd
             her
             Hero
             Fight
             ,
          
           
             Or
             kill
             him
             ,
             if
             he
             could
             ,
             her
             love
             to
             spight
             :
          
           
             Then
             with
             stern
             visage
             does
             a
             march
             Command
             ,
          
           
             Till
             near
             arriv'd
             where
             did
             Embattled
             stand
          
           
             His
             valiant
             Foes
             ,
             and
             next
             a
             halt
             he
             makes
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             his
             Trumpetter
             this
             Message
             speaks
             .
          
           
             Tell
             Lunas
             ,
             if
             he
             Leads
             the
             Troups
             I
             see
             ,
          
           
             That
             here
             Vanbralder
             stands
             his
             Enemy
             :
          
           
           
             Not
             only
             as
             I
             act
             the
             Soldiers
             part
             ,
          
           
             But
             as
             a
             Lover
             more
             ●n●lam'd
             my
             heart
             .
          
           
             The
             Object
             I
             admire
             he
             'l
             pronely
             guess
             ,
          
           
             When
             told
             that
             I
             fair
             Rosaline
             possess
             .
          
           
             And
             might
             alledge
             ,
             if
             his
             belief
             't
             would
             gain
             ,
          
           
             That
             cause
             besides
             does
             bid
             me
             her
             retain
             .
          
           
             Who
             am
             from
             chance
             of
             War
             perhaps
             of
             late
             ,
          
           
             In
             my
             lost
             Mistress
             full
             unfortunate
             .
          
           
             As
             just
             it
             is
             ,
             that
             I
             his
             Lady
             stay
             :
          
           
             And
             if
             occasion
             calls
             ,
             some
             future
             day
             ,
          
           
             Her
             person
             as
             a
             fair
             exchange
             allow
          
           
             For
             her
             I
             lost
             ,
             and
             would
             recover
             now
             .
          
           
             This
             Picture
             too
             which
             Rosaline
             did
             wear
             ,
          
           
             As
             his
             Lov'd
             figure
             ,
             to
             him
             likewise
             bear
             .
          
           
             When
             Lucas
             this
             strange
             Errand
             understood
             ,
          
           
             Horror
             and
             rage
             fomented
             in
             his
             Bloud
             .
          
           
             And
             to
             express
             his
             Detestation
             said
             ,
          
           
             What
             Theory
             has
             vicious
             Man
             display'd
          
           
             Like
             him
             who
             does
             Ingloriously
             confer
          
           
             Fowlest
             dishonour
             on
             the
             Name
             of
             War
             :
          
           
           
             And
             observations
             more
             Fruitfull
             make
          
           
             When
             heinous
             presidents
             from
             Camps
             they
             take
             :
          
           
             As
             if
             their
             Circuits
             ,
             which
             the
             Schools
             should
             be
          
           
             Of
             Ethicks
             rais'd
             to
             bravest
             dignity
             ,
          
           
             Did
             worst
             conducters
             unto
             Vice
             contain
             ,
          
           
             Or
             such
             ,
             who
             pronest
             Lives
             with
             vileness
             stain
             .
          
           
             Wherefore
             for
             Honours
             Cause
             ,
             and
             Glorious
             War
             ,
          
           
             'Gainst
             him
             my
             Soul
             and
             Sword
             desiers
             are
             .
          
           
             And
             if
             my
             Arms
             can't
             Rosaline
             relieve
             ,
          
           
             May
             Heaven
             her
             Virtue
             happy
             safety
             give
             .
          
           
             Enough
             I've
             spoke
             ,
             and
             let
             Vanbralder
             know
             ,
          
           
             My
             Trumpet
             soon
             a
             warlike
             charge
             shall
             Blow
             .
          
           
             This
             Messenger
             return'd
             ;
             in
             Martial
             form
          
           
             They
             led
             their
             Powers
             :
             so
             Pilots
             ,
             when
             a
             Storm
          
           
             Is
             near
             approach'd
             ,
             with
             utmost
             conduct
             try
          
           
             To
             s●em
             the
             adverse
             Waves
             their
             Enemy
             .
          
           
             Lowd
             neigh'd
             the
             Horse
             ,
             and
             with
             erected
             Ear
          
           
             Fierce
             noise
             of
             War
             couragiously
             did
             hear
             .
          
           
             Whose
             eager
             strength
             would
             fain
             his
             Guider
             slight
             ,
          
           
             And
             without
             Reins
             now
             carry
             him
             to
             Fight
             :
          
           
           
             Whilst
             as
             the
             Surface
             hears
             his
             Trampling
             Feet
             ,
          
           
             Earth
             sounds
             ,
             and
             vents
             a
             Feaverish
             fume
             and
             heat
             .
          
           
             Tedious
             was
             time
             by
             Gallant
             Lucas
             thought
             ,
          
           
             Untill
             his
             opposits
             he
             closely
             fought
             :
          
           
             Impuls'd
             at
             once
             for
             his
             Kings
             cause
             to
             kill
             ,
          
           
             And
             Loves
             revenge
             ,
             which
             fury
             did
             instill
             :
          
           
             And
             as
             their
             Forces
             now
             just
             meeting
             were
             ,
          
           
             Vanbralder
             does
             aloud
             to
             his
             declare
             :
          
           
             That
             who
             of
             them
             so
             boldly
             could
             succeed
             ,
          
           
             As
             to
             leave
             Lucas
             on
             the
             Surf●ce
             dead
             :
          
           
             With
             Plumes
             and
             gifts
             he
             should
             rewarded
             be
          
           
             For
             killing
             his
             Chiefs
             hated
             Enemy
             .
          
           
             Smartly
             alike
             both
             sides
             their
             onsets
             made
             ,
          
           
             And
             first
             with
             shot
             no
             time
             of
             death
             delay'd
             .
          
           
             Yet
             scarce
             a
             man
             had
             room
             ,
             when
             kill'd
             ,
             to
             fall
             ;
          
           
             As
             close
             they
             fought
             in
             Warlike
             posture
             all
             .
          
           
             So
             pois'd
             their
             courage
             and
             their
             strength
             of
             Horse
             ,
          
           
             As
             neithers
             shock
             a
             while
             had
             greatest
             force
             .
          
           
             When
             Steeds
             did
             opposite
             Steeds
             with
             Fury
             Bite
             ,
          
           
             That
             could
             not
             spurr'd
             bear
             Ryders
             on
             to
             Fight
             .
          
           
           
             Whose
             shining
             Swords
             ,
             as
             yet
             not
             coming
             nigher
             ,
          
           
             Enforc'd
             from
             their
             keen
             clashings
             sparkling
             sire
             .
          
           
             And
             sometimes
             sever'd
             by
             their
             Strenuous
             blows
             ,
          
           
             Instead
             of
             Limbs
             ,
             the
             Weapons
             of
             their
             foes
             .
          
           
             Till
             Lucas
             ,
             Lyon-like
             ,
             his
             way
             did
             Force
             ,
          
           
             Killing
             a
             stout
             Commander
             of
             their
             horse
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             his
             wounding
             Sword
             attained
             Room
          
           
             For
             other
             Valours
             after
             his
             to
             Come
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             thus
             he
             charg'd
             ,
             three
             fierce
             and
             huge
             Walloons
          
           
             Attack'd
             his
             Person
             ,
             to
             one
             of
             which
             deaths
             wounds
          
           
             He
             swistly
             gives
             ,
             and
             kills
             the
             Second
             so
          
           
             That
             boldly
             sought
             ,
             and
             some
             think
             hurt
             him
             too
             .
          
           
             The
             Third
             Man
             ,
             seeing
             this
             ,
             away
             did
             fly
             ,
          
           
             And
             dis-inhearten'd
             his
             strong
             side
             thereby
             .
          
           
             Which
             by
             degrees
             ,
             as
             Lucas
             Troops
             prest
             on
             ,
          
           
             Did
             Courage
             slack
             and
             from
             their
             Fury
             run
             .
          
           
             Bold
             and
             upright
             ,
             then
             all
             more
             Big
             and
             Tall
             ,
          
           
             Vanbralder
             rid
             ,
             and
             with
             stern
             voice
             did
             call
          
           
             His
             Militants
             to
             kally
             ,
             or
             he
             Swore
          
           
             By
             lot
             the
             Tenth
             man
             else
             should
             dye
             ,
             or
             more
             .
          
           
           
             Expressing
             what
             a
             shame
             it
             was
             to
             them
          
           
             On
             Forreign
             Soyl
             to
             fly
             or
             desert
             him
             .
          
           
             And
             tho'
             by
             words
             he
             could
             but
             few
             persuade
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             with
             those
             few
             ,
             to
             charge
             ,
             resolv'd
             he
             stay'd
             .
          
           
             When
             Lucas
             in
             pursuit
             near
             him
             arriv'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             by
             his
             Plumes
             and
             Scars
             the
             Man
             descry'd
          
           
             To
             be
             the
             person
             he
             that
             day
             had
             sought
             ,
          
           
             And
             would
             on
             Loves
             account
             have
             chiefly
             fought
             :
          
           
             He
             bids
             ,
             with
             ready
             voice
             ,
             the
             Walloon
             know
             ,
          
           
             That
             he
             might
             singly
             fight
             with
             Lucas
             now
             .
          
           
             Who
             would
             not
             by
             success
             or
             Numbers
             stay
          
           
             Him
             yet
             from
             gaining
             a
             victorious
             day
             :
          
           
             If
             by
             Encount'ring
             hand
             to
             hand
             he
             'd
             try
          
           
             Which
             of
             them
             two
             in
             Field
             should
             boldest
             dye
             .
          
           
             Glad
             was
             Vanbralder
             to
             receive
             this
             word
             ,
          
           
             And
             charg'd
             him
             home
             with
             Pistoll-shot
             and
             Sword.
          
           
             The
             first
             of
             which
             had
             almost
             Lucas
             stun'd
             ,
          
           
             Tho'
             not
             enforcing
             any
             Bloudy
             wound
             ,
          
           
             As
             'gainst
             his
             Head-piece
             did
             the
             Bullet
             light
             ,
          
           
             And
             left
             thereon
             a
             sign
             of
             this
             fierce
             sight
             .
          
           
           
             But
             Lucas
             ,
             soon
             recovering
             ,
             near
             him
             got
             ,
          
           
             Hoping
             to
             kill
             this
             mighty
             man
             with
             shot
             :
          
           
             Unto
             whose
             face
             his
             Pistol
             he
             advanc'd
             ,
          
           
             Which
             would
             not
             sire
             however
             so
             it
             chanc'd
             .
          
           
             And
             now
             their
             Combat
             was
             to
             end
             by
             Sword
             ;
          
           
             And
             one
             would
             judge
             that
             Method
             did
             afford
          
           
             No
             small
             advantage
             to
             this
             huge
             Walloon
             ,
          
           
             Who
             had
             so
             vast
             a
             Weapon
             of
             his
             own
             .
          
           
             Or
             near
             as
             great
             as
             that
             appears
             to
             Eyes
          
           
             That
             in
             th'Tower
             for
             Conqueror
             William's
             lies
             .
          
           
             As
             here
             this
             mighty
             Sword
             Vanbralder
             weilds
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             Edge
             he
             thought
             would
             cut
             through
             hardest
             shields
             ,
          
           
             A
             furious
             blow
             he
             at
             Brave
             Lucas
             makes
             ,
          
           
             Who
             by
             his
             steeds
             quick
             motion
             it
             escapes
             :
          
           
             And
             ,
             by
             a
             Nimble
             manage
             ,
             turn'd
             again
             ,
          
           
             He
             Cuts
             his
             Foes
             hand
             off
             and
             bridle
             Rein
             :
          
           
             Whose
             furious
             Horse
             ,
             thus
             sreed
             from
             rule
             by
             Bi●
             ,
          
           
             Disdains
             his
             riders
             Weight
             should
             on
             him
             sit
             :
          
           
             And
             boundeth
             oft
             unto
             a
             wondrous
             height
             ,
          
           
             As
             this
             ,
             or
             that
             way
             moves
             his
             ruleless
             might
             :
          
           
           
             Till
             down
             a
             Precipice
             he
             takes
             his
             way
             ,
          
           
             And
             does
             by
             fall
             his
             Mighty
             Master
             slay
             .
          
           
             Thus
             Providence
             did
             death
             Vanbralder
             give
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             Soul
             ,
             in
             Body
             ,
             was
             too
             bad
             to
             live
             .
          
           
             The
             King's
             Troops
             many
             ,
             besides
             Walloon
             foes
             ,
          
           
             Kill'd
             here
             of
             English
             we
             may
             well
             suppose
             :
          
           
             But
             to
             what
             Number
             Fighters
             fell
             that
             day
             ,
          
           
             Our
             Muse
             does
             no
             Particulars
             convey
             .
          
           
             Tho'
             near
             a
             thousand
             Horse
             on
             each
             side
             fought
             ,
          
           
             If
             from
             her
             Computation
             deeds
             be
             sought
             .
          
           
             What
             strange
             dis●…ay
             by
             fears
             and
             doubts
             was
             then
          
           
             Th'
             A●●●iction
             of
             the
             Beauteous
             Rosaline
             :
          
           
             Who
             Guarded
             by
             Vanbralders
             Power
             might
             see
          
           
             The
             Bloudy
             Toyles
             of
             that
             days
             Victory
             .
          
           
             And
             more
             concern'd
             in
             Soul
             perhaps
             beheld
          
           
             Her
             belov'd
             Lucas
             engag'd
             in
             that
             Field
          
           
             With
             Stout
             Walloo●s
             ,
             or
             huge
             Vanbralders
             might
             ,
          
           
             As
             they
             two
             did
             in
             Terrible
             Combat
             fight
             .
          
           
             Who
             having
             fully
             now
             dispers'd
             his
             Foes
             ,
          
           
             To
             free
             her
             Person
             next
             he
             boldly
             goes
             .
          
           
           
             Whom
             ●ierce
             Vanbralder
             had
             plac'd
             under
             guard
             ,
          
           
             Which
             now
             its
             bold
             Attendance
             soon
             discharg'd
             :
          
           
             After
             beheld
             the
             fortune
             of
             this
             day
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             prevent
             their
             danger
             fled
             away
             .
          
           
             When
             he
             to
             her
             arriv'd
             and
             saw
             a
             space
          
           
             The
             gastly
             paleness
             of
             her
             lips
             and
             Face
             :
          
           
             And
             how
             her
             Cheeks
             were
             sometimes
             drawn
             awry
             ,
          
           
             Like
             Mortall
             whom
             Convulsive
             sits
             do
             ply
             ;
          
           
             And
             as
             the
             fixed
             Stars
             appear
             in
             Skies
             ,
          
           
             Moveless
             beheld
             the
             Glory
             of
             her
             Eyes
             .
          
           
             And
             thus
             within
             her
             womans
             arms
             she
             lay
             ,
          
           
             Who
             diligent
             was
             by
             every
             carefull
             way
          
           
             Her
             Lady
             in
             Lifes
             conflict
             to
             Assist
             ,
          
           
             And
             by
             her
             help
             her
             grievous
             pains
             resist
             :
          
           
             As
             sometimes
             she
             her
             Beautious
             Temples
             strok'd
             ,
          
           
             Or
             had
             by
             Prayers
             and
             Tears
             heaven's
             ayd
             Invok'd
             .
          
           
             In
             hast
             had
             Lucas
             from
             his
             steed
             remov'd
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             fear'd
             to
             see
             the
             face
             of
             her
             he
             Lov'd
             :
          
           
             As
             he
             beheld
             her
             Cheeks
             Impair'd
             of
             red
             ,
          
           
             And
             features
             ,
             like
             remains
             of
             Beauty
             dead
             .
          
           
           
             When
             from
             his
             Souls
             deep
             anguish
             thus
             he
             said
             ;
          
           
             If
             Speech
             by
             me
             to
             Rosaline
             here
             Made
          
           
             Can
             passage
             find
             ,
             and
             wellcome
             from
             her
             ear
             ,
          
           
             'T
             is
             beg'd
             that
             she
             'd
             think
             Lucas
             now
             does
             fear
             :
          
           
             And
             that
             his
             Soul
             that
             never
             yet
             could
             weep
             ,
          
           
             Or
             suffer
             from
             his
             breast
             a
             sigh
             to
             creep
             ,
          
           
             When
             his
             bloud
             by
             most
             desperate
             wounds
             was
             shed
             ;
          
           
             Or
             seen
             in
             fields
             his
             bravest
             friends
             lye
             dead
             :
          
           
             Does
             both
             ,
             as
             he
             her
             danger
             does
             behold
             ;
          
           
             And
             if
             his
             Lips
             from
             hers
             could
             remove
             cold
             ,
          
           
             He
             'd
             willingly
             by
             it
             Loves
             power
             explore
             ,
          
           
             If
             that
             might
             her
             Life
             's
             pristine
             warmth
             restore
             :
          
           
             At
             Least
             he
             'd
             take
             it
             as
             his
             Last
             farewell
             ;
          
           
             If
             her
             Soul
             must
             on
             earth
             no
             longer
             dwell
             .
          
           
             But
             whilest
             he
             thus
             did
             his
             Lov
             's
             passion
             vent
             ,
          
           
             Her
             woman
             on
             her
             Ladies
             Cure
             intent
             ,
          
           
             Had
             from
             a
             Violl
             Cordiall-drops
             convey'd
             ,
          
           
             Which
             Polyasters
             skill
             't
             is
             thought
             had
             made
             ,
          
           
             And
             'twixt
             her
             Lips
             dispos'd
             so
             much
             of
             them
             ,
          
           
             As
             did
             her
             Life
             from
             Danger
             soon
             redeem
             .
          
           
           
             Tho'
             to
             that
             weakness
             brought
             she
             scarce
             could
             speak
             ,
          
           
             As
             by
             the
             hand
             he
             kindly
             her
             did
             take
             :
          
           
             Whilest
             all
             she
             utter'd
             was
             but
             to
             express
          
           
             Why
             she
             remov'd
             ,
             and
             love
             of
             him
             Confess
             .
          
           
             Which
             soon
             he
             granted
             ,
             who
             before
             perceiv'd
          
           
             The
             Cause
             that
             had
             her
             Gentle
             Temper
             griev'd
             :
          
           
             And
             how
             for
             love
             of
             him
             ,
             and
             kindest
             fear
             ,
          
           
             She
             had
             withdrawn
             to
             her
             disaster
             here
             .
          
           
             Yet
             would
             not
             further
             passages
             relate
             ,
          
           
             That
             to
             her
             Mind
             disquiet
             might
             create
             :
          
           
             And
             chiefly
             did
             conceal
             how
             with
             brave
             Lyle
          
           
             He
             had
             conspir'd
             to
             Ryvall
             Martiall
             Toyl
             .
          
           
             But
             to
             oblige
             heroickly
             her
             Sense
             ,
          
           
             From
             his
             Souls
             Greatness
             did
             these
             words
             dispense
             .
          
           
             Sorry
             is
             Lucas
             that
             he
             now
             must
             ●ay
          
           
             That
             he
             can't
             Love
             appoint
             a
             Nuptiall
             day
             :
          
           
             Since
             vow'd
             I
             am
             that
             Hymen
             ne're
             shall
             light
          
           
             Taper
             for
             me
             ,
             till
             Rebells
             cease
             to
             sight
             :
          
           
             Nor
             Houses
             sit
             that
             by
             obtruded
             vote
          
           
             Dare
             Arms
             in
             Field
             against
             their
             King
             promote
             .
          
           
           
             But
             when
             with
             smoothest
             Brow
             peace
             yields
             her
             smiles
             ,
          
           
             And
             rightfull
             war
             requires
             no
             more
             my
             Toyls
             :
          
           
             I
             'le
             then
             fair
             Rosalines
             embrace
             desire
             ,
          
           
             And
             meet
             her
             wishes
             with
             a
             Lovers
             fire
             .
          
           
             Till
             when
             to
             Heaven's
             protection
             I
             'le
             her
             leave
             ,
          
           
             And
             place
             she
             Judges
             best
             may
             her
             receive
             .
          
           
             Or
             where
             she
             least
             may
             of
             fierce
             Battells
             hear
             ,
          
           
             Or
             what
             in
             them
             my
             Martiall
             perills
             are
             :
          
           
             And
             whenso'ere
             I
             full
             perceive
             their
             end
             ,
          
           
             The
             wellcome
             News
             to
             Rosaline
             I
             'le
             send
             .
          
           
             In
             whose
             behalf
             her
             woman
             does
             declare
             ,
          
           
             Her
             Lady
             ,
             as
             yet
             weak
             ,
             and
             speech
             would
             spare
             ,
          
           
             That
             well
             the
             Method
             he
             propos'd
             conspir'd
          
           
             With
             what
             ,
             by
             present
             thought
             ,
             she
             most
             desir'd
             :
          
           
             Assuring
             him
             that
             when
             they
             fix'd
             on
             place
             ,
          
           
             He
             should
             have
             notice
             in
             Convenient
             space
             .
          
           
             Being
             thus
             resolv'd
             ,
             and
             by
             Brave
             Lucas
             seen
          
           
             That
             in
             few
             Minuts
             perfectly
             Serene
          
           
             The
             Beauteous
             form
             appear'd
             of
             Rosaline
             ,
          
           
             And
             strength
             restor'd
             by
             wonderous
             Medicine
             :
          
           
           
             He
             gently
             lifts
             her
             to
             her
             Saddles
             seat
             ,
          
           
             And
             ,
             with
             his
             kindest
             farewell
             ,
             kiss'd
             her
             feet
             .
          
           
             And
             that
             she
             might
             the
             more
             securely
             ride
             ,
          
           
             Appoints
             ,
             to
             ayd
             her
             way
             ,
             a
             knowing
             guide
             .
          
           
             But
             to
             what
             place
             her
             person
             she
             withdrew
             ,
          
           
             My
             Muse
             ,
             in
             proper
             time
             ,
             Intends
             to
             shew
             .
          
           
             Whilest
             valour
             ,
             Loyalty
             ,
             and
             Love's
             high
             Glory
             ,
          
           
             Commends
             this
             Hero's
             worth
             to
             future
             story
             .
          
           
             Who
             having
             then
             obtain'd
             a
             Glorious
             day
             ,
          
           
             With
             Trumpets
             Sound
             he
             March'd
             his
             design'd
             way
             .
          
           
             Thus
             raging
             war
             fermented
             every
             where
             ,
          
           
             By
             Fates
             decree
             ,
             this
             most
             unhappy
             year
             :
          
           
             In
             which
             the
             King
             ,
             tho'
             much
             his
             Force
             Impair'd
             ,
          
           
             As
             'gainst
             him
             had
             the
             Houses
             four
             years
             warr'd
             ;
          
           
             Their
             Interest
             Mighty
             and
             no
             less
             their
             power
             ,
          
           
             From
             Londons
             Endless
             Srength
             ,
             and
             Treasures
             store
             :
          
           
             Was
             Northward
             March'd
             ,
             as
             many
             did
             suppose
             ,
          
           
             T'
             encounter
             in
             those
             Regions
             Scottish
             Foes
             ;
          
           
             Who
             would
             not
             Grant
             that
             duty
             should
             compell
          
           
             Their
             Persons
             in
             their
             colder
             Clime
             to
             dwell
             :
          
           
           
             And
             Southward
             to
             Assist
             the
             Houses
             came
             ,
          
           
             Their
             Friends
             by
             League
             ,
             but
             with
             more
             zealous
             slame
          
           
             Their
             bold
             partakers
             as
             they
             hop'd
             to
             share
          
           
             Treasures
             and
             Spoyls
             of
             England
             by
             this
             War.
          
           
             Yet
             nearer
             then
             these
             ,
             Enemies
             were
             found
             ,
          
           
             That
             'gainst
             the
             King
             ,
             at
             that
             time
             did
             abound
             .
          
           
             Thus
             was
             great
             Leicester
             fill'd
             with
             fighting
             Men
             ,
          
           
             That
             the
             King
             might
             not
             there
             have
             passage
             then
             :
          
           
             But
             be
             repuls'd
             in
             case
             he
             should
             assay
             ,
          
           
             To
             Curb
             that
             daring
             City
             in
             his
             way
             .
          
           
             The
             King
             his
             Summons
             sends
             to
             this
             bold
             Town
             ,
          
           
             Which
             ,
             like
             to
             others
             Principled
             ,
             did
             own
             ,
          
           
             That
             Royal
             Power
             did
             not
             of
             right
             Command
             ,
          
           
             Whilst
             it
             the
             Houses
             Arms
             in
             Field
             withstand
             .
          
           
             So
             far
             Allegiance
             badly
             then
             decay'd
             ,
          
           
             As
             Men
             by
             Power
             or
             Interest
             were
             sway'd
             .
          
           
             Affronted
             thus
             ,
             the
             King
             soon
             Storms
             the
             place
             ,
          
           
             Which
             Stifly
             did
             resist
             some
             few
             hours
             space
             :
          
           
             Till
             oft
             attaqu'd
             by
             res'lute
             Foot
             and
             Horse
             ,
          
           
             Like
             Boistrous
             Waves
             that
             break
             through
             Bays
             by
             force
             ,
          
           
           
             This
             City
             they
             by
             Strenuous
             onset
             take
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             its
             Spoils
             their
             numbers
             richer
             make
             .
          
           
             This
             Action
             great
             ,
             yet
             Signally
             must
             be
             ,
          
           
             By
             the
             Permissive
             will
             of
             Heavens
             decree
             ,
          
           
             The
             last
             Successfull
             that
             the
             King
             obtain'd
             ,
          
           
             As
             he
             by
             Arms
             his
             Crown
             and
             Life
             maintain'd
             .
          
           
             Forward
             the
             King
             meant
             to
             have
             Northward
             gone
             ,
          
           
             His
             Soldiers
             heighten'd
             by
             this
             City
             won
             :
          
           
             And
             were
             for
             number
             and
             reputo
             the
             Flower
          
           
             Of
             his
             remaining
             Millitary
             Power
             .
          
           
             But
             soon
             diverted
             was
             his
             design'd
             course
             ;
          
           
             As
             Fairfax
             led
             his
             sierce
             New
             modell'd
             force
          
           
             In
             sight
             of
             Oxford
             ,
             and
             dread
             to
             Create
             ,
          
           
             Seem'd
             ,
             Siege-like
             ,
             there
             his
             Army
             to
             dilate
             .
          
           
             Hoping
             that
             Town
             ,
             the
             Kings
             Force
             not
             at
             hand
             ,
          
           
             Durst
             not
             ,
             if
             frighted
             well
             ,
             his
             Power
             withstand
             .
          
           
             Nor
             did
             he
             want
             Intelligence
             within
             ,
          
           
             That
             could
             avail
             him
             from
             *
             Sydesmonds
             Sin
             :
          
           
           
             Or
             others
             by
             the
             Houses
             money
             paid
             ,
          
           
             As
             usefull
             Tydings
             they
             to
             them
             convey'd
             .
          
           
             The
             Queen
             who
             with
             her
             Court
             and
             Ladies
             there
          
           
             Resided
             then
             ,
             what
             unkind
             cause
             of
             fear
          
           
             Did
             this
             Appearance
             to
             her
             bosom
             bring
             ,
          
           
             Tho'
             the
             dear
             Consort
             to
             a
             Mighty
             King
             :
          
           
             Since
             Londons
             furious
             Senate
             durst
             decree
          
           
             Her
             Person
             Guilty
             cause
             their
             Enemy
             :
          
           
             And
             that
             she
             like
             a
             Kings
             Imperiall
             Wife
             ,
          
           
             Endeavour'd
             to
             preserve
             his
             Crown
             and
             life
             .
          
           
             When
             her
             concern
             was
             by
             Fame's
             speedy
             wing
          
           
             Carry'd
             unto
             the
             most
             Indulgent
             King
             :
          
           
             He
             as
             a
             Lover
             and
             a
             Sovereign
             Chief
             ,
          
           
             Resolv'd
             to
             give
             his
             Heroin
             Queen
             relief
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           The
           EIGHTH
           BOOK
           .
        
         
           
             The
             Argument
             .
          
           
             
               Fairfax
               does
               sometime
               before
               Oxford
               stay
               .
            
             
               The
               Queen
               a
               prospect
               of
               his
               Army
               takes
               .
            
             
               A
               Martial
               Habit
               's
               by
               Flavira
               worn
               ,
            
             
               In
               which
               she
               deeds
               to
               wonder
               does
               perform
               .
            
             
               Sydesmond
               subtile
               Cromwell
               does
               deceive
            
             
               For
               private
               Gain
               ,
               not
               service
               of
               his
               Prince
               .
            
             
               Naisby's
               Fierce
               Battle
               ,
               and
               the
               fatal
               loss
            
             
               The
               Crown
               there
               suffers
               ,
               after
               which
               the
               King
               ,
            
             
               His
               Forces
               every
               where
               declining
               ,
               is
            
             
               By
               the
               vile
               Armys
               power
               sometime
               Restrain'd
               ;
            
             
               And
               next
               Imprison'd
               in
               the
               
                 Isle
                 of
                 Wight
              
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             SMall
             was
             at
             Oxford
             Loyall
             hearts
             repose
             ,
          
           
             As
             Eyes
             there
             saw
             how
             bold
             and
             numerous
             Foes
          
           
             Begirt
             the
             Town
             ,
             and
             as
             appear'd
             days
             light
          
           
             Allarum'd
             all
             within
             to
             Arm
             for
             Fight
             :
          
           
             If
             as
             Defendants
             Bulwarks
             they
             'd
             maintain
             ,
          
           
             And
             posts
             that
             did
             least
             Fortify'd
             remain
             ;
          
           
           
             Or
             for
             more
             Glory
             skirmishes
             design
          
           
             By
             daring
             parties
             led
             beyond
             their
             Line
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             youthfull
             Students
             Colledges
             forsake
             ,
          
           
             And
             Pikes
             and
             Guns
             ,
             to
             defend
             Science
             ,
             take
             .
          
           
             To
             lead
             whom
             Gravest
             of
             the
             Long
             Robe
             joyn'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             unto
             Arms
             their
             Pupills
             disciplin'd
             :
          
           
             Inciting
             them
             from
             apt
             and
             Learned
             Phrase
             ,
          
           
             To
             Merit
             ,
             Next
             the
             Muses
             ,
             Martial
             praise
             .
          
           
             When
             the
             fair
             Queen
             and
             Ladies
             of
             her
             Court
          
           
             Early
             awak'd
             ,
             and
             with
             a
             Glorious
             port
          
           
             Ascended
             to
             a
             Turret
             rais'd
             on
             high
             ,
          
           
             That
             fac'd
             the
             thick
             arrayed
             Enemy
             .
          
           
             Where
             being
             seated
             ,
             by
             each
             Mene
             and
             Grace
             ,
          
           
             She
             added
             to
             the
             splendors
             of
             her
             Face
             :
          
           
             Or
             such
             from
             Grandeur
             of
             her
             Bloud
             relate
          
           
             To
             Daughter
             of
             French
             
               Henry
               the
               Great
            
             .
          
           
             And
             now
             Magnanimously
             beheld
             the
             force
          
           
             Of
             her
             Opposers
             ranks
             of
             Foot
             and
             Horse
             :
          
           
             Their
             Martial
             equipage
             and
             daring
             Spirit
             ,
          
           
             And
             what
             their
             valours
             she
             allow'd
             might
             Merit
          
           
           
             Did
             they
             by
             rightfull
             War
             their
             King
             assist
             ,
          
           
             Or
             Forreign
             powers
             by
             his
             Command
             resist
             .
          
           
             Next
             pittying
             their
             bold
             errors
             dropt
             a
             Tear
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             Soul
             ,
             in
             perills
             ,
             ne're
             had
             wept
             for
             fear
             .
          
           
             The
             Female
             Nobless
             waiting
             round
             the
             Queen
             ,
          
           
             Like
             lesser
             Stars
             in
             Constellations
             seen
             ,
          
           
             When
             one
             of
             supreme
             Magnitude
             and
             height
          
           
             Appears
             the
             most
             conspicuous
             to
             sight
             :
          
           
             By
             aptest
             words
             did
             sev'rally
             extoll
          
           
             The
             serene
             worth
             of
             her
             Majestick
             Soul
             :
          
           
             Wishing
             that
             for
             her
             sake
             ,
             Time
             did
             allow
             ,
          
           
             As
             heretofore
             when
             Dames
             us'd
             dart
             and
             bow
             ,
          
           
             That
             they
             might
             with
             Men
             hardy
             Courage
             vye
             ,
          
           
             And
             force
             them
             ,
             when
             array'd
             ,
             by
             arms
             to
             ●●y
             .
          
           
             This
             Glorious
             Spectacle
             by
             Fairfax
             seen
             ,
          
           
             And
             known
             that
             there
             spectator
             ●ate
             th●
             Qu●●n
             :
          
           
             His
             Modesty
             ,
             that
             always
             did
             attend
          
           
             Actions
             that
             do
             his
             Va●our
             most
             commend
             ,
          
           
             Produc'd
             his
             Blush
             ,
             and
             thought
             his
             Cause
             less
             brave
             ,
          
           
             As
             their
             perfections
             it
             desiance
             gave
             .
          
           
           
             But
             Cromwell
             hating
             all
             superiour
             sway
             ,
          
           
             And
             Legall
             power
             which
             Subjects
             should
             obey
             :
          
           
             Projected
             had
             in
             his
             aspiring
             thought
             ,
          
           
             How
             he
             'd
             to
             supreme
             height
             himself
             promote
             :
          
           
             As
             gradually
             the
             Ligaments
             of
             State
             ,
          
           
             He
             'd
             sever
             ,
             and
             vile
             Factions
             animate
             ;
          
           
             That
             in
             the
             end
             he
             might
             subvert
             the
             Throne
             ,
          
           
             And
             Line
             of
             Brittish
             Kings
             so
             famous
             known
             :
          
           
             And
             in
             this
             juncture
             gladly
             would
             have
             gain'd
          
           
             This
             Town
             ,
             where
             for
             security
             remain'd
          
           
             The
             Queen
             and
             Royall
             Children
             ,
             whom
             to
             surprize
          
           
             He
             now
             and
             after
             blackly
             did
             devise
             .
          
           
             And
             calling
             Hugon
             ,
             on
             whose
             preaching
             part
             ,
          
           
             Aided
             besides
             't
             is
             thought
             by
             Magick-Art
             ,
          
           
             He
             much
             rely'd
             to
             fascinate
             the
             Soul
             ,
          
           
             And
             spirit
             Men
             against
             their
             Sovereigns
             rule
             :
          
           
             To
             him
             thus
             said
             ,
             well
             I
             discern
             thy
             Gifts
          
           
             In
             Prayer
             and
             Preaching
             ,
             and
             such
             Spiritual
             shifts
          
           
             As
             do
             Enthusiasms
             usefully
             disperse
             ,
          
           
             For
             which
             I
             can't
             enough
             thy
             Fame
             rehearse
             ;
          
           
           
             When
             I
             revolve
             that
             quaintest
             Pulpit-cheat
          
           
             Could
             but
             thin
             schisms
             heretofore
             dilate
             :
          
           
             Whilst
             thy
             Insinuations
             Men
             incite
          
           
             To
             Aid
             our
             Cause
             ,
             yet
             know
             not
             why
             they
             sight
             .
          
           
             Which
             Mighty
             Nothing
             ,
             from
             thy
             Preached
             sense
             ,
          
           
             Does
             fruitfull
             use
             of
             Souls
             to
             us
             dispense
             .
          
           
             O're
             Church
             and
             State
             Faith's
             Chaos
             first
             must
             spread
             ,
          
           
             E're
             here
             Created
             Rule
             Improveth
             dread
             .
          
           
             Then
             Hugon
             hugs
             ,
             and
             bids
             him
             apt
             Texts
             find
          
           
             T'●nstruct
             their
             Forlorn
             hopes
             when
             next
             design'd
             .
          
           
             To
             which
             this
             Canting
             Imp
             did
             thus
             reply
             ,
          
           
             What
             words
             enough
             can
             Cromwell
             magnify
             :
          
           
             Fairfax
             too
             meanly
             were
             to
             you
             compar'd
             ,
          
           
             As
             you
             for
             Brain
             and
             Valour
             stand
             rever'd
             .
          
           
             Heaven
             has
             throughout
             your
             Visage
             Sprinkl'd
             grace
             ,
          
           
             Like
             Moses
             shines
             your
             elect
             Nose
             and
             face
             .
          
           
             Each
             of
             your
             Features
             do
             by
             Semblance
             speak
          
           
             A
             Scripture
             Hero
             ,
             and
             his
             Context
             make
             .
          
           
             When
             to
             New-England
             banish'd
             for
             a
             Crime
             ,
          
           
             By
             Prelats
             held
             Sedition
             at
             that
             time
             ,
          
           
           
             In
             dream
             I
             there
             Prophetique
             Vision
             had
             ;
          
           
             And
             saw
             ,
             as
             now
             ,
             your
             Person
             Arm'd
             and
             ●lad
             .
          
           
             And
             how
             at
             Marston-Moor
             a
             Cannon
             shot
             ,
          
           
             By
             Miracle
             swarv'd
             ,
             that
             else
             had
             miss'd
             you
             not
             .
          
           
             For
             Joy
             asleep
             I
             smil'd
             ,
             and
             will
             some
             day
          
           
             To
             applaud
             you
             my
             dream
             in
             Pulpit
             say
             .
          
           
             Accept
             this
             List
             ,
             in
             which
             you
             'l
             some
             perceive
             ,
          
           
             That
             to
             our
             Cause
             their
             lives
             will
             fearless
             give
             :
          
           
             ●…
             ,
          
           
             ●…
             and
             Plot.
          
           
             Their
             Courage
             ●●tly
             will
             this
             Town
             oppose
             :
          
           
             (
             Where
             Bookmens
             rules
             assist
             our
             greatest
             foes
             )
          
           
             The
             Goths
             that
             sack'd
             old
             Superstitious
             Rome
             ,
          
           
             Did
             not
             more
             fierce
             destroyers
             thither
             come
             ,
          
           
             Then
             these
             would
             Oxfords
             Libraries
             despoil
             ,
          
           
             And
             Profligate
             the
             Studious
             Gownmens
             Toyl
             .
          
           
             Thy
             Catalogue
             ,
             said
             Cromwell
             ,
             I
             embrace
             ;
          
           
             And
             for
             facin'rous
             deeds
             against
             this
             place
             ,
          
           
             Such
             Principles
             and
             Swords
             I
             will
             Imploy
             ,
          
           
             As
             ,
             Our
             Foe
             ,
             prating
             Science
             ,
             shall
             destroy
             .
          
           
           
             And
             thou
             a
             Spiritual
             Renagado
             known
             ,
          
           
             Our
             Army
             shall
             for
             that
             Complyance
             own
          
           
             Thee
             Chaplain-General
             ,
             and
             Impower'd
             to
             preach
          
           
             Sworded
             when
             e're
             thou
             men
             wouldst
             boldest
             teach
             .
          
           
             To
             aid
             our
             counsells
             few
             we
             must
             s●elect
             ,
          
           
             Tho'
             in
             that
             manage
             Fairfax
             we
             neglect
             :
          
           
             Or
             else
             allure
             his
             easy
             Nature
             on
             ,
          
           
             To
             forward
             deeds
             he
             meant
             not
             should
             be
             done
             .
          
           
             But
             now
             the
             motions
             of
             this
             Town
             let
             's
             see
             ,
          
           
             And
             how
             t'
             oppose
             prepar'd
             the
             Enemy
             .
          
           
             Mean
             while
             Flavira
             ,
             who
             from
             height
             of
             Mind
          
           
             Fame
             to
             her
             Sex
             and
             beauty
             had
             design'd
             :
          
           
             And
             would
             not
             grant
             that
             Natur
             's
             elder
             choice
             ,
          
           
             Or
             cu●●om
             ,
             deem'd
             by
             her
             man's
             partiall
             voice
             ,
          
           
             Should
             Prowess
             most
             on
             Sex
             of
             men
             confer
             ,
          
           
             And
             Value
             heighten'd
             by
             their
             deeds
             in
             war
             :
          
           
             Excluding
             women
             by
             a
             tender
             Name
             ,
          
           
             And
             habit
             ,
             from
             advent'ring
             life
             for
             fame
             .
          
           
             Or
             seldom
             rais'd
             to
             higher
             future
             Glory
             ,
          
           
             Then
             to
             adorn
             ,
             with
             Men
             ,
             a
             painted
             Story
             .
          
           
           
             And
             next
             Magnanimously
             does
             disdain
          
           
             That
             womans
             habit
             should
             her
             Soul
             restrain
          
           
             From
             such
             Atchievments
             ,
             Hero's
             might
             admire
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             her
             brave
             esteem
             ,
             her
             Sex
             raise
             higher
             .
          
           
             Discreetly
             weighing
             the
             Commanding
             Cause
             ,
          
           
             That
             Subjects
             call'd
             to
             Fight
             for
             King
             and
             Laws
             .
          
           
             And
             tho'
             no
             woman
             Summon'd
             it
             to
             Ayd
             ,
          
           
             None
             were
             forbid
             ,
             she
             judg'd
             ,
             if
             not
             afraid
             .
          
           
             Nor
             did
             she
             doubt
             but
             in
             Lyles
             Gallant
             Minde
          
           
             Her
             virtues
             would
             sublimer
             value
             ●inde
             :
          
           
             If
             as
             her
             Soul
             his
             valour
             did
             esteem
             ;
          
           
             His
             might
             ,
             on
             that
             account
             ,
             her
             worthyer
             deem
             :
          
           
             And
             by
             alternate
             Glory
             next
             Improve
          
           
             The
             estimate
             of
             Fame
             as
             well
             as
             Love.
          
           
             But
             her
             designs
             she
             so
             resolv'd
             to
             Guide
             ,
          
           
             As
             for
             Flavira
             she
             'd
             be
             not
             espy'd
             :
          
           
             Whilest
             habited
             like
             man
             to
             fields
             she
             'd
             go
             ,
          
           
             And
             there
             encounter
             with
             the
             warlike
             Foe
             .
          
           
             Her
             woman-dresser
             did
             not
             now
             explore
          
           
             Further
             her
             Ladies
             sense
             then
             told
             before
             :
          
           
           
             Thinking
             that
             to
             raise
             Mirth
             ,
             by
             some
             Surprise
             ,
          
           
             She
             did
             intend
             her
             person
             to
             disguise
             .
          
           
             Or
             from
             her
             love
             of
             Arms
             and
             sprightly
             Minde
             ,
          
           
             To
             visit
             the
             Kings
             Camp
             ,
             thus
             clad
             design'd
             .
          
           
             Perhaps
             that
             valiant
             Lysle
             might
             there
             confess
          
           
             How
             well
             she
             did
             become
             a
             Heroine
             dress
             .
          
           
             But
             this
             she
             might
             intend
             her
             waiter
             thought
             ,
          
           
             When
             way
             from
             Oxford
             might
             be
             safer
             sought
             :
          
           
             Or
             chiefly
             to
             take
             pleasure
             in
             her
             glass
             ,
          
           
             By
             seeing
             how
             ,
             Arm'd
             ,
             her
             Figure
             Beauteous
             was
             .
          
           
             By
             quick
             degrees
             her
             Lady
             she
             undrest
             ,
          
           
             And
             on
             her
             slender
             Body
             plac'd
             a
             Vest
             ,
          
           
             For
             mode
             and
             Colour
             like
             the
             youthfull
             wear
             ,
          
           
             Of
             such
             as
             Gayest
             then
             led
             Troops
             of
             war.
          
           
             Next
             compass'd
             round
             her
             tender
             wast
             with
             Steel
             ,
          
           
             Which
             tho'
             her
             pain
             she
             seem'd
             no
             pain
             to
             feel
             .
          
           
             Upon
             her
             helmet
             a
             white
             Cross
             was
             plac'd
             ,
          
           
             To
             shew
             that
             Spotless
             Faith
             her
             valour
             grac'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             Just
             defyance
             of
             the
             bloudy
             Crime
          
           
             Of
             Boundless
             Heresies
             that
             Fatall
             Time.
          
           
           
             A
             Negro
             Page
             she
             for
             attendant
             took
             ,
          
           
             That
             to
             her
             Horse
             and
             Arms
             would
             carefull
             Look
             :
          
           
             Charging
             her
             woman
             ,
             if
             inquiry
             made
          
           
             Of
             means
             by
             which
             she
             undiscern'd
             convey'd
          
           
             Her
             personall
             remove
             ,
             she
             was
             to
             say
          
           
             The
             wonder
             must
             remain
             to
             future
             day
             .
          
           
             When
             in
             convenient
             time
             she
             should
             receive
          
           
             Notice
             to
             come
             and
             serve
             〈◊〉
             if
             alive
             .
          
           
             And
             mounted
             on
             her
             Steed
             by
             ea●ly
             day
             ,
          
           
             Through
             Lanes
             and
             Streets
             she
             took
             the
             privat'st
             way
             ,
          
           
             Till
             beyond
             Oxfords
             outworks
             she
             had
             Joyn'd
          
           
             With
             Forces
             for
             stout
             Skirmishes
             design'd
             .
          
           
             Where
             with
             a
             dauntless
             ear
             she
             heard
             the
             Noise
          
           
             Of
             Canon
             ,
             that
             most
             terribly
             destroys
             ;
          
           
             And
             saw
             how
             shot
             off
             heads
             from
             bodies
             fiew
             ,
          
           
             And
             Comely
             Limbs
             whose
             want
             the
             Owners
             slew
             .
          
           
             Nor
             brandish'd
             weapons
             ,
             nor
             the
             array'd
             field
             ,
          
           
             Or
             grimmest
             looks
             which
             Foes
             embattell'd
             yeild
          
           
             Could
             her
             concern
             ,
             as
             with
             a
             gentle
             Brow
          
           
             These
             Horrors
             with
             contempt
             ,
             she
             then
             did
             view
             .
          
           
           
             Whil'st
             boldly
             weilding
             of
             her
             Naked
             Sword
             ;
          
           
             She
             thought
             it's
             bright
             reflection
             did
             afford
          
           
             More
             beauty
             to
             her
             face
             then
             e're
             before
          
           
             She
             from
             her
             clearest
             Mirror
             could
             explore
             .
          
           
             And
             like
             some
             youthfull
             Squire
             that
             had
             abroad
          
           
             Attain'd
             in
             Camps
             a
             gen'rous
             warlike
             Mode
             :
          
           
             She
             courteously
             to
             Militants
             then
             speaks
          
           
             As
             room
             amongst
             their
             marshall
             ranks
             she
             takes
             .
          
           
             Adding
             besides
             ,
             their
             courage
             to
             Incite
             ,
          
           
             The
             Causes
             Just
             concern
             for
             which
             they
             sight
             .
          
           
             And
             how
             tho'
             young
             ,
             She
             early
             had
             Inclin'd
          
           
             To
             season
             with
             best
             fortitude
             her
             Minde
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             other
             Tempers
             ,
             if
             but
             sine
             in
             face
             ,
          
           
             To
             meaner
             charms
             ,
             in
             stead
             of
             War
             's
             gave
             place
             .
          
           
             As
             she
             had
             thus
             express'd
             some
             Troops
             appear
          
           
             That
             to
             attaque
             her
             Party
             order'd
             were
             .
          
           
             Which
             when
             observ'd
             ,
             she
             blam'd
             Cheifs
             of
             her
             side
          
           
             That
             now
             too
             slow
             ,
             she
             thought
             to
             charge
             did
             guide
             ,
          
           
             Longing
             to
             come
             to
             Strenuous
             handy
             blows
             ,
          
           
             And
             dye
             her
             Maiden
             Sword
             in
             Bloud
             of
             Foes
             .
          
           
           
             Engage
             they
             sharply
             did
             ,
             and
             for
             a
             while
          
           
             Fairfax
             his
             Party
             something
             did
             prevail
             :
          
           
             For
             they
             selected
             Bodies
             were
             of
             Men
             ,
          
           
             By
             Cromwell
             held
             most
             Zealous
             sighters
             then
             .
          
           
             But
             soon
             Flavira
             ,
             wanting
             other
             guide
             ,
          
           
             Did
             rally
             into
             Form
             her
             worsted
             side
             :
          
           
             And
             by
             renewing
             of
             the
             Charge
             again
             ,
          
           
             Not
             only
             did
             th'
             opposi●g
             Force
             restrain
             :
          
           
             But
             them
             pursuing
             to
             their
             body
             threw
          
           
             A
             hand
             Granade
             ,
             which
             firing
             divers
             slew
             .
          
           
             Some
             tell
             it
             near
             to
             Cromwells
             Horse
             did
             light
             ,
          
           
             As
             with
             reserves
             he
             seconded
             the
             sight
             :
          
           
             But
             howsoe're
             same
             does
             her
             deeds
             report
             ,
          
           
             'T
             is
             sure
             that
             he
             observ'd
             her
             brave
             effort
             :
          
           
             And
             blam'd
             his
             Soldiers
             'cause
             they
             could
             not
             slay
          
           
             One
             that
             so
             boldly
             fought
             their
             Rancks
             that
             day
             .
          
           
             And
             swore
             ,
             by
             
               Lord
               of
               Hosts
            
             ,
             that
             they
             should
             try
          
           
             Once
             more
             to
             slay
             this
             daring
             Enemy
             .
          
           
             For
             sure
             some
             Spirit
             't
             is
             ,
             or
             not
             the
             least
          
           
             Of
             Devills
             in
             a
             lusty
             Popish
             Priest
             :
          
           
           
             As
             by
             the
             Cross
             I
             plainly
             apprehend
             ,
          
           
             That
             does
             upon
             the
             Youngsters
             H●lmet
             stand
             .
          
           
             Such
             Crossing
             Enemies
             I
             'de
             first
             dest●●●
             ,
          
           
             That
             with
             their
             Catholick
             Arms
             our
             Cau●…oy
             .
          
           
             And
             will
             be
             Loyal
             to
             their
             Sovereigns
             trust
             ,
          
           
             Tho'
             his
             Laws
             their
             Faiths
             safety
             don
             't
             adjust
             .
          
           
             Away
             and
             lose
             no
             time
             by
             longer
             halt
             ,
          
           
             Lest
             valour
             cool
             e're
             you
             again
             assault
             .
          
           
             'T
             is
             but
             a
             party
             ,
             howe're
             ●old
             they
             are
             ,
          
           
             And
             yours
             is
             more
             if
             Numbers
             we
             compare
             .
          
           
             Our
             General
             would
             scorn
             it
             should
             be
             said
             ,
          
           
             That
             he
             detach'd
             more
             Troops
             to
             give
             you
             aid
             ▪
          
           
             And
             if
             you
             can't
             leave
             all
             that
             party
             dead
             ,
          
           
             I
             'le
             him
             reward
             that
             but
             the
             Crosiers
             head
          
           
             To
             me
             presents
             :
             a
             Superstitious
             fool
             ,
          
           
             That
             after
             Crossing
             fights
             without
             a
             Rule
             .
          
           
             Commanded
             thus
             ,
             they
             readily
             assail
             ,
          
           
             And
             hope
             their
             valours
             ●iercely
             may
             prevail
             .
          
           
             When
             Oxfords
             Chiefs
             no
             less
             couragious
             led
             ,
          
           
             That
             both
             sides
             receiv'd
             loss
             from
             Numbers
             dead
             .
          
           
           
             But
             this
             could
             not
             Phanatique
             Fury
             stay
             ,
          
           
             Which
             through
             th'
             opposing
             party
             sorc'd
             its
             way
             .
          
           
             That
             in
             some
             haste
             the
             bravest
             did
             retire
             ,
          
           
             Whilst
             Friends
             and
             Foes
             Flaviras
             Soul
             admire
             .
          
           
             Who
             sometimes
             turning
             fought
             ,
             then
             sled
             to
             sight
             ,
          
           
             Then
             ●iercely
             wheels
             and
             destroys
             Foes
             by
             sight
             .
          
           
             A
             many
             blows
             at
             her
             opposers
             strook
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             blam'd
             their
             force
             when
             view'd
             her
             beauteous
             look
             .
          
           
             Perhaps
             rejoyc'd
             as
             by
             indulgent
             chance
             ,
          
           
             Their
             Swords
             her
             face
             did
             miss
             ,
             and
             sideway
             glance
             .
          
           
             If
             so
             her
             visage
             pleas'd
             in
             Ragefull
             toyl
             ,
          
           
             What
             man
             would
             not
             admire
             her
             kindest
             smile
             .
          
           
             And
             as
             she
             thus
             engag'd
             ,
             some
             sighters
             stay'd
             ,
          
           
             That
             boldly
             fought
             for
             her
             defence
             and
             ayd
             :
          
           
             When
             ●the●s
             rallying
             ,
             onsets
             made
             again
             ,
          
           
             And
             did
             their
             ground
             successfully
             maintain
             .
          
           
             Till
             ●…ence
             ●ad
             oblig'd
             'em
             to
             retire
             ,
          
           
             As
             they
             beheld
             more
             Num'rous
             parties
             nigher
             ,
          
           
             Which
             Fairfax
             from
             his
             mighty
             Camp
             had
             brought
             ,
          
           
             And
             could
             not
             be
             by
             power
             of
             Oxford
             sought
             .
          
           
           
             When
             Cromwell
             saw
             his
             parties
             forc't
             retreat
             ,
          
           
             Whom
             most
             Flavira's
             Courage
             did
             defeat
             ,
          
           
             He
             bit
             his
             Tongue
             for
             rago
             ,
             and
             curs'd
             in
             mind
             ,
          
           
             As
             bloudily
             revenge
             he
             then
             design'd
             .
          
           
             And
             could
             not
             in
             his
             Visage
             for
             a
             space
             ,
          
           
             Compose
             the
             usual
             Cousenage
             of
             his
             face
             .
          
           
             Till
             looks
             and
             speech
             conspir'd
             his
             Canting
             way
             ,
          
           
             Or
             when
             for
             wicked
             ends
             he
             'd
             fast
             and
             pray
             .
          
           
             Vowing
             that
             for
             the
             Crossed
             Champions
             sake
             ,
          
           
             He
             'd
             vengeance
             on
             that
             Christian
             〈◊〉
             ●…ke
             .
          
           
             For
             as
             in
             front
             ,
             a
             Cross
             that
             figure
             bore
             ,
          
           
             Who
             was
             by
             Metaphor
             a
             Romish
             Whore
             ,
          
           
             So
             in
             the
             Forehead
             of
             each
             Church
             we
             see
          
           
             Erected
             is
             a
             Harlots
             Dignity
             .
          
           
             Wherefore
             't
             will
             well
             become
             our
             Zealous
             ●lame
          
           
             To
             ruine
             Crosses
             ,
             and
             so
             Churches
             mai●
             ,
          
           
             That
             Saints
             before
             most
             comely
             figur'd
             there
             ,
          
           
             May
             without
             Nose
             or
             Limbs
             provoke
             our
             jeer
             .
          
           
             And
             sure
             his
             power
             by
             Time
             was
             bolder
             known
             ,
          
           
             That
             Silver-shrin'd
             Diana
             melted
             down
             ,
          
           
           
             And
             her
             admir'd
             Temples
             structure
             raz'd
             ,
          
           
             Then
             he
             ,
             by
             holy
             Cost
             ,
             there
             first
             her
             plac'd
             .
          
           
             Hugon
             when
             heard
             these
             words
             did
             laugh
             for
             joy
             ,
          
           
             Since
             thus
             Commission'd
             Churches
             to
             destroy
             :
          
           
             And
             plunder
             from
             within
             them
             what
             was
             left
             ,
          
           
             Since
             Abbys
             fall
             enrich'd
             their
             growing
             Sect.
          
           
             And
             next
             declar'd
             ,
             altho'
             by
             Heavenly
             will
             ,
          
           
             They
             did
             not
             then
             the
             daring
             Crosier
             kill
             :
          
           
             That
             better
             't
             was
             as
             he
             'd
             disperse
             a
             tale
             ,
          
           
             Which
             more
             ,
             then
             kill'd
             the
             Imp
             ,
             should
             them
             avail
             .
          
           
             And
             how
             True-Protestant
             Children
             to
             devour
             ,
          
           
             This
             serious
             thing
             was
             sent
             by
             Romish
             power
             :
          
           
             And
             unto
             wonder
             could
             ,
             instead
             of
             Meat
             ,
          
           
             A
             Wooden
             Cross
             with
             Superstition
             Eat
             .
          
           
             And
             ,
             should
             the
             King
             prevail
             ,
             had
             power
             from
             thence
             ,
          
           
             T'a●…ict
             our
             sleshly
             friends
             by
             Penitence
             .
          
           
             And
             force
             our
             Dames
             ,
             that
             Thimbles
             ,
             Bodkins
             ,
             wear
             ,
          
           
             By
             Crosses
             figur'd
             on
             'em
             Crimes
             to
             fear
             .
          
           
             This
             I
             consess
             last
             audience
             I
             forgot
             ,
          
           
             As
             I
             had
             long
             discours'd
             of
             other
             plot
             .
          
           
           
             Cromwell
             ,
             the
             Tale
             approv'd
             ,
             and
             bid
             when
             next
             ,
          
           
             On
             this
             occasion
             ,
             he
             should
             chuse
             a
             Text
             :
          
           
             To
             Fairfax
             so
             to
             preach
             as
             might
             his
             Soul
             ,
          
           
             Unto
             their
             change
             design'd
             ,
             devoutest
             Fool.
          
           
             And
             now
             bids
             Hugon
             him
             amuse
             by
             Prayer
             ,
          
           
             Made
             against
             Kingly
             Rule
             and
             Spiritual
             Power
             ,
          
           
             Whilst
             Cromwell
             would
             with
             Ireton
             Counsels
             joyn
             ,
          
           
             That
             sitter
             was
             to
             further
             their
             design
             .
          
           
             Yet
             ,
             tho'
             some
             days
             fac'd
             Oxford
             ,
             little
             more
          
           
             Their
             Army
             did
             then
             was
             perform'd
             before
             .
          
           
             Now
             had
             the
             Sun
             ,
             within
             the
             Western
             Main
             ,
          
           
             Some
             hours
             his
             Steeds
             refresh'd
             ,
             as
             Poets
             fain
             .
          
           
             When
             the
             Moon
             's
             Orb
             with
             Stars
             ,
             Nights
             twinkling
             eyes
             ,
          
           
             Arose
             to
             comfort
             Earth
             with
             Beams
             from
             Skies
             .
          
           
             A
             season
             that
             designing
             Man
             fits
             best
             ,
          
           
             Whilst
             others
             would
             Indulge
             their
             harmless
             rest
             .
          
           
             When
             Fairfax
             had
             strict
             Guards
             near
             Oxford
             set
             ,
          
           
             That
             passers
             thence
             and
             spies
             might
             Intercept
             ,
          
           
             Of
             which
             some
             had
             detain'd
             a
             single
             man
             ,
          
           
             Who
             from
             that
             City
             hastily
             mov'd
             then
             ;
          
           
           
             Like
             Cassock'd
             Schollar
             Grave
             his
             Robe
             appear'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             no
             less
             Reverend
             seem'd
             his
             face
             and
             beard
             ;
          
           
             For
             Priest
             they
             took
             him
             ,
             which
             enough
             that
             time
             ,
          
           
             If
             but
             for
             Function
             sake
             ,
             was
             deem'd
             a
             Crime
             .
          
           
             And
             searching
             of
             him
             found
             a
             written
             pass
             ,
          
           
             By
             the
             Queens
             Royal
             hand
             inscribed
             was
             .
          
           
             Death
             in
             worst
             shape
             they
             unto
             him
             declare
             ,
          
           
             Thinking
             ,
             for
             Popish
             Fighters
             ,
             he
             made
             Prayer
             ,
          
           
             Or
             with
             the
             Armed
             Crosier
             Joyn'd
             of
             late
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             Valour
             boldly
             did
             their
             force
             defeat
             .
          
           
             Smiling
             he
             heard
             their
             threats
             ,
             and
             told
             that
             he
          
           
             Would
             Cromwell
             ,
             if
             brought
             to
             him
             ,
             satisfy
             .
          
           
             To
             whom
             conducted
             ,
             Cromwell
             took
             no
             care
          
           
             Further
             a
             while
             t'inspect
             the
             man's
             affair
             :
          
           
             Or
             thought
             to
             hang
             him
             without
             more
             ado
             ,
          
           
             Since
             that
             he
             was
             a
             Priest
             he
             judged
             true
             .
          
           
             Till
             he
             maturer
             some
             concerns
             did
             weigh
             ,
          
           
             That
             possibly
             this
             Man
             could
             soon
             betray
             ,
          
           
             Either
             as
             Fear
             of
             death
             or
             torture
             might
          
           
             His
             Soul
             unto
             discovery
             affright
             .
          
           
           
             And
             taking
             him
             apart
             ,
             the
             man
             he
             found
             ,
          
           
             To
             be
             Sydesmond
             ,
             to
             his
             purpose
             sound
             :
          
           
             Who
             holding
             of
             his
             false
             beard
             in
             his
             hand
             ,
          
           
             Like
             part
             on
             stage
             that
             undisguis'd
             does
             stand
             ,
          
           
             Fawning
             Address
             he
             thus
             to
             Cromwell
             makes
             :
          
           
             See
             Famous
             Chief
             what
             pains
             Sydesmond
             takes
             ,
          
           
             That
             dangerously
             his
             person
             does
             Commit
          
           
             To
             diverse
             perills
             whilst
             Imploy'd
             his
             wit
             ,
          
           
             For
             your
             Assistance
             ,
             and
             the
             Cause
             you
             serve
             ,
          
           
             What'ere
             of
             King
             and
             Queen
             such
             deeds
             deserve
             .
          
           
             Kind
             Lady
             ,
             she
             her
             pass-por●…●…e
             allow'd
             ,
          
           
             That
             none
             might
             me
             Impede
             when
             I
             remov'd
          
           
             Where
             Royall
             powers
             Command
             ,
             in
             hope
             that
             I
             ,
          
           
             As
             promis'd
             't
             was
             ,
             would
             'gainst
             yours
             prove
             a
             spy
             .
          
           
             I
             took
             the
             pass
             that
             you
             might
             better
             see
          
           
             The
             Considence
             these
             Soveraigns
             have
             in
             me
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             I
             do
             now
             my
             utmost
             Care
             Imploy
          
           
             That
             they
             may
             Oxfora's
             rule
             small
             time
             Injoy
             :
          
           
             And
             how
             Triumphantly
             your
             Army
             may
          
           
             This
             Teeming
             Fagle
             and
             her
             young
             ones
             Slay
             .
          
           
           
             Observe
             this
             persons
             Name
             I
             here
             present
             ,
          
           
             Whom
             I
             corrupted
             have
             to
             my
             Intont
             .
          
           
             And
             shall
             to
             you
             betray
             an
             
             Oxford-port
             ,
          
           
             By
             which
             the
             Town
             you
             'l
             gain
             by
             small
             effort
             .
          
           
             But
             first
             I
             must
             make
             good
             the
             Promis'd
             Coyn
          
           
             That
             is
             assur'd
             him
             upon
             word
             of
             mine
             .
          
           
             Not
             doubted
             by
             the
             Houses
             that
             for
             gain
          
           
             Unto
             their
             Cause
             ,
             I
             such
             Intrigues
             maintain
             .
          
           
             Cromwell
             embrac'd
             the
             Motion
             ,
             and
             profest
          
           
             Sydesmond
             was
             most
             dear
             unto
             his
             Breast
             :
          
           
             And
             should
             Advantages
             to
             come
             receive
             ,
          
           
             By
             which
             his
             favour
             richly
             he
             'd
             perceive
             ,
          
           
             Since
             he
             endeavour'd
             so
             their
             power
             to
             ayd
             ,
          
           
             As
             Martiall
             prospects
             would
             be
             surer
             made
             .
          
           
             And
             who
             'd
             not
             in
             a
             Per'lous
             Journey
             Try
          
           
             The
             shortest
             way
             ,
             if
             more
             Secure
             thereby
             .
          
           
             Here
             take
             this
             Gold
             ,
             and
             let
             the
             Care
             be
             thine
             ,
          
           
             In
             proper
             time
             ,
             to
             perfect
             this
             Design
             .
          
           
             The
             Coyn
             Sydesmond
             takes
             ,
             and
             when
             alone
          
           
             Laugh'd
             well
             to
             think
             how
             smooth
             his
             cheat
             had
             gone
             .
          
           
           
             And
             that
             by
             his
             device
             he
             could
             Cajoal
             ,
          
           
             The
             subtile
             Cromwell's
             disbeleiving
             Soul.
          
           
             Since
             neither
             Hell
             nor
             he
             did
             know
             the
             man
          
           
             That
             would
             give
             up
             a
             Port
             in
             Oxford
             then
             .
          
           
             And
             was
             a
             fiction
             for
             his
             ends
             devis'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             by
             his
             craft
             might
             be
             enough
             disguis'd
             ;
          
           
             As
             things
             at
             Oxford
             chang'd
             ,
             or
             aid
             arriv'd
             ,
          
           
             E're
             this
             design
             ,
             if
             true
             ,
             could
             be
             contriv'd
             .
          
           
             And
             hasting
             his
             return
             unto
             the
             Queen
             ,
          
           
             'T
             was
             sure
             he
             told
             her
             not
             with
             whom
             he
             'd
             been
             .
          
           
             Who
             by
             a
             tale
             well
             feign'd
             another
             way
             ,
          
           
             Expected
             from
             her
             bounty
             thanks
             and
             pay
             .
          
           
             The
             Senat
             's
             Army
             that
             before
             this
             Town
          
           
             Some
             days
             had
             staid
             and
             nothing
             Signal
             done
             :
          
           
             Drew
             off
             ,
             referring
             unto
             future
             Hour
          
           
             What
             might
             be
             there
             effected
             by
             their
             Power
             :
          
           
             Either
             as
             Force
             or
             Powerfull
             Gold
             should
             aid
          
           
             Designs
             ,
             that
             might
             in
             time
             be
             surer
             laid
             .
          
           
             Having
             from
             best
             Intelligence
             now
             heard
             ,
          
           
             That
             the
             King
             did
             his
             Northern
             March
             retard
             .
          
           
           
             And
             after
             Leicester
             by
             Storm
             bravely
             won
             ,
          
           
             Design'd
             to
             guide
             his
             Army
             t'wards
             this
             Town
             .
          
           
             Least
             in
             his
             absence
             Oxford
             straiten'd
             were
             ;
          
           
             And
             siege
             ,
             or
             Storm
             make
             his
             Foes
             Victors
             there
             .
          
           
             Fairfax
             who
             had
             with
             res'lute
             Cromwell
             thought
             ,
          
           
             Time
             long
             e're
             they
             the
             Royal
             Army
             fought
             :
          
           
             Their
             numbers
             great
             ,
             and
             full
             compos'd
             of
             Men
          
           
             That
             'gainst
             the
             King
             were
             siercest
             fighters
             then
             :
          
           
             Resolv'd
             with
             all
             convenient
             hast
             to
             find
          
           
             Some
             fit
             Campaign
             where
             Battle
             might
             be
             joyn'd
             .
          
           
             Oxford
             thus
             freed
             ,
             and
             Supernumeraries
             there
          
           
             Which
             well
             the
             Town
             could
             in
             that
             juncture
             spare
             :
          
           
             The
             Prudent
             Queen
             and
             Council
             did
             detach
          
           
             Troops
             thence
             of
             Cavaldry
             strictly
             charg'd
             to
             March
          
           
             Unto
             their
             Sovereigns
             Camp
             the
             nearest
             way
             ,
          
           
             And
             boldly
             aid
             him
             on
             next
             Battles
             day
             .
          
           
             With
             these
             Flavira
             ,
             full
             resolv'd
             that
             fame
          
           
             Should
             to
             her
             Martial
             deeds
             give
             lasting
             name
             ,
          
           
             Like
             some
             young
             Hero
             rides
             a
             Voluntier
             ,
          
           
             To
             meet
             in
             far
             Campaign's
             severest
             War.
          
           
           
             
             Di●…a's
             Form
             ,
             when
             brightest
             Arm'd
             in
             Field
             ,
          
           
             Could
             ne're
             such
             chast
             and
             sprightly
             lusters
             yield
             ,
          
           
             As
             did
             her
             comely
             Beams
             and
             Warlike
             Grace
             ;
          
           
             Ensoul'd
             by
             Mars
             ,
             tho'
             Venus
             was
             her
             Face
             .
          
           
             And
             Journeying
             thus
             till
             Night
             for
             rest
             did
             call
             ,
          
           
             The
             worst
             bed
             sometimes
             to
             her
             Lot
             did
             fall
             .
          
           
             Yet
             with
             no
             Niceness
             ,
             Beauties
             resin'd
             Care
             ,
          
           
             She
             did
             that
             way
             her
             persons
             hardship
             spare
             .
          
           
             Nor
             doubts
             my
             Muse
             that
             such
             shift
             then
             she
             made
             ,
          
           
             Tho'
             seeming
             Man
             ,
             that
             none
             were
             with
             her
             Lay'd
             .
          
           
             Whose
             Last
             days
             march
             more
             admir'd
             then
             the
             rest
             ,
          
           
             As
             accidents
             are
             by
             our
             verse
             exprest
             :
          
           
             Has
             such
             relation
             unto
             persons
             here
             ,
          
           
             As
             will
             to
             wonder
             ,
             speak
             their
             shame
             or
             fear
             .
          
           
             A
             Yeoman's
             wife
             ,
             handsome
             ,
             young
             and
             Gay
             ,
          
           
             Black-eye'd
             ,
             to
             boot
             ,
             whence
             darts
             slew
             Cupid's
             way
             :
          
           
             Was
             Landlady
             when
             from
             these
             Troops
             did
             come
             ,
          
           
             Commanders
             to
             her
             house
             for
             quarter-Room
             .
          
           
             'Mongst
             whom
             Flavira
             did
             arrive
             unknown
             ,
          
           
             And
             hop'd
             ,
             within
             her
             walls
             ,
             to
             ly
             alone
             .
          
           
           
             The
             Beauteous
             housewife
             ,
             as
             does
             story
             tell
             ,
          
           
             Lov'd
             youthfull
             Soldiers
             Dalliance
             full
             well
             :
          
           
             And
             was
             especially
             't
             is
             thought
             that
             Night
             ,
          
           
             Enamour'd
             of
             one
             there
             of
             goodly
             plight
             .
          
           
             Her
             Husband
             old
             and
             Jelous
             to
             dispair
             ,
          
           
             Observ'd
             her
             looks
             abroad
             ,
             at
             home
             ,
             at
             prayer
             :
          
           
             And
             if
             her
             eye
             betray'd
             a
             wanton
             Rowl
             ,
          
           
             It
             deeply
             frighted
             his
             Suspicious
             Soul.
          
           
             But
             she
             found
             means
             to
             keep
             his
             humour
             low
             ,
          
           
             Lest
             his
             words
             should
             her
             Amorous
             Genius
             show
             ;
          
           
             Saying
             that
             man
             does
             worst
             himself
             Cornute
             ,
          
           
             That
             from
             suspition
             would
             discourse
             promote
             :
          
           
             And
             how
             their
             Gentile
             quarterers
             might
             Complain
             ,
          
           
             If
             she
             to
             wellcome
             them
             ,
             should
             Smiles
             restrain
             .
          
           
             For
             which
             some
             Testy
             husbands
             in
             that
             time
          
           
             Plunder'd
             had
             been
             to
             punish
             their
             harsh
             Crime
             .
          
           
             This
             Motive
             most
             the
             Covetous
             man
             Cajol'd
             ,
          
           
             Who
             above
             all
             things
             fear'd
             to
             lose
             his
             Gold.
          
           
             At
             Supper
             pleas'd
             they
             stoutly
             fed
             and
             quass'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             the
             Beauteous
             house-dame
             talk'd
             and
             Laugh'd
             .
          
           
           
             And
             as
             amongst
             Chiefs
             here
             Brave
             healths
             went
             round
             .
          
           
             Their
             Trumpets
             did
             a
             chearfull
             musick
             sound
             .
          
           
             When
             fair
             Flavira
             ,
             as
             in
             Course
             arriv'd
          
           
             The
             Cup
             to
             her
             ,
             had
             some
             excuse
             contriv'd
             :
          
           
             Or
             that
             it
             would
             not
             with
             her
             health
             conspire
          
           
             To
             drink
             beyond
             what
             nature
             did
             require
             .
          
           
             Untill
             a
             Health
             ,
             to
             famous
             Lyle
             begun
             ,
          
           
             To
             her
             was
             offer'd
             as
             it
             pass'd
             along
             :
          
           
             Who
             blushing
             could
             not
             chuse
             but
             kindly
             sip
          
           
             The
             Liquor
             as
             this
             Health
             requir'd
             her
             lip
             .
          
           
             Which
             some
             observ'd
             ,
             who
             little
             did
             suspect
          
           
             That
             love
             did
             ,
             in
             her
             Visage
             ,
             blush
             effect
             ;
          
           
             And
             thought
             it
             caus'd
             from
             want
             of
             use
             and
             Meen
             ,
          
           
             That
             this
             supposed
             youth
             was
             bashfull
             seen
             ,
          
           
             As
             he
             to
             War
             'mongst
             jolly
             Hero's
             came
             ,
          
           
             And
             did
             by
             modest
             looks
             their
             Licence
             blame
             .
          
           
             Some
             question'd
             if
             in
             Beauteous
             Man
             there
             were
          
           
             Form
             that
             with
             her
             smooth
             figure
             might
             compare
             :
          
           
             Or
             singly
             wish'd
             that
             their
             chance
             so
             should
             light
             ,
          
           
             As
             they
             ,
             in
             Bed
             ,
             might
             solve
             their
             doubt
             that
             night
             .
          
           
           
             Supper
             well
             past
             ,
             and
             time
             of
             rest
             being
             come
             ,
          
           
             The
             better
             sort
             had
             Beds
             within
             that
             home
             :
          
           
             But
             so
             far
             straighten'd
             ,
             as
             the
             most
             of
             those
          
           
             Did
             there
             with
             Bedfellows
             accept
             repose
             .
          
           
             Unto
             
             Flavira's
             lot
             a
             sole
             Bed
             fell
             ,
          
           
             Because
             pretending
             that
             she
             was
             not
             well
             .
          
           
             Or
             was
             hers
             by
             the
             House-dam's
             special
             Grace
             ,
          
           
             Who
             ready
             was
             t'
             oblige
             a
             Comely
             face
             .
          
           
             A
             transom
             Lattise
             did
             divide
             that
             Room
             ,
          
           
             Where
             to
             another
             Bed
             one
             was
             to
             come
             ,
          
           
             That
             had
             been
             to
             the
             gay
             House-Mistriss
             known
             ,
          
           
             And
             for
             her
             sake
             was
             not
             to
             lye
             alone
             .
          
           
             Her
             Husband
             next
             she
             carefully
             dispos'd
          
           
             To
             watch
             his
             house
             ,
             lest
             if
             in
             bed
             repos'd
             ,
          
           
             Some
             Camp
             retainers
             to
             these
             Persons
             might
          
           
             Imbezzell
             from
             the
             House
             his
             goods
             that
             night
             .
          
           
             Her
             Husband
             thus
             imploy'd
             ,
             the
             Gayfull
             Dame
          
           
             To
             the
             appointed
             Bed
             and
             Lover
             came
             .
          
           
             But
             e're
             they
             fitted
             were
             for
             full
             Embrace
             :
          
           
             Her
             Jelous
             Husband
             ,
             by
             a
             stealing
             pace
             ,
          
           
           
             Himself
             by
             Moon-light
             to
             the
             Room
             convey'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             on
             
             Flavira's
             bed
             along
             he
             laid
             :
          
           
             Which
             well
             he
             knew
             might
             one
             Man
             lodging
             spare
             ,
          
           
             And
             was
             convenient
             for
             his
             eye
             and
             ear
             .
          
           
             So
             zealous
             is
             Mans
             jealousy
             to
             find
          
           
             Facts
             that
             when
             known
             do
             most
             afflict
             the
             mind
             .
          
           
             The
             Virgin
             wak'd
             ,
             and
             feared
             't
             was
             some
             Man
             ,
          
           
             By
             drink
             made
             ruleless
             ,
             that
             disturb'd
             her
             then
             .
          
           
             And
             as
             she
             was
             resolving
             soon
             to
             rise
             ,
          
           
             His
             gentle
             whisper
             he
             to
             her
             applies
             ,
          
           
             Desiring
             she
             'd
             a
             while
             her self
             contain
          
           
             Within
             her
             Bed
             ,
             and
             quiet
             there
             remain
             :
          
           
             If
             she
             ,
             at
             his
             request
             ,
             would
             prove
             so
             kind
          
           
             To
             him
             that
             sadly
             grieved
             was
             in
             mind
             .
          
           
             These
             wo●…s
             she
             heard
             —
          
           
             But
             could
             not
             their
             intended
             sense
             desine
             ,
          
           
             Or
             what
             he
             lying
             by
             her
             might
             design
             :
          
           
             Till
             Judging
             that
             he
             did
             her
             Sex
             mistake
             ,
          
           
             She
             seem'd
             to
             rest
             and
             to
             him
             nothing
             spake
          
           
             Whilst
             ear
             he
             closely
             to
             the
             Lattise
             laid
             ,
          
           
             And
             heard
             the
             Jog's
             within
             his
             Wifes
             bed
             made
             :
          
           
           
             At
             which
             he
             sigh'd
             ,
             but
             sigh'd
             with
             greater
             pain
          
           
             As
             he
             lov's
             motion
             heard
             renew'd
             again
             .
          
           
             Flavira
             wondering
             why
             the
             man
             thus
             griev'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             judging
             he
             might
             be
             by
             help
             reliev'd
             :
          
           
             Naked
             ,
             unto
             her
             smock
             ,
             from
             bed
             she
             rose
             ,
          
           
             Intending
             to
             put
             on
             her
             Manly
             Cloaths
             .
          
           
             When
             from
             the
             Amorous
             Wife
             the
             Gallant
             came
             ,
          
           
             And
             clasp'd
             her
             round
             with
             a
             surprizing
             flame
             .
          
           
             The
             Virgin
             soon
             for
             her
             defence
             prepar'd
             ,
          
           
             As
             thus
             he
             ,
             in
             his
             shirt
             ,
             to
             her
             appear'd
             .
          
           
             When
             he
             by
             earnest
             words
             did
             much
             desire
          
           
             That
             she
             would
             now
             unto
             her
             bed
             retire
             ;
          
           
             And
             net
             ,
             whate're
             she
             guess'd
             ,
             the
             fact
             disclose
          
           
             That
             had
             that
             time
             disturb'd
             her
             soft
             repose
             .
          
           
             His
             last
             request
             she
             grants
             ,
             and
             smil'd
             in
             thought
          
           
             At
             the
             adventures
             which
             that
             night
             had
             brought
             .
          
           
             And
             next
             her
             habit
             for
             her
             March
             put
             on
             ,
          
           
             That
             she
             from
             this
             bad
             quarter
             might
             be
             gone
             .
          
           
             How
             afterwards
             did
             Man
             and
             Wife
             agree
             ,
          
           
             My
             Muse
             thinks
             no
             concern
             to
             her
             ,
             or
             me
             .
          
           
           
             Tho'
             she
             deplores
             the
             vices
             of
             that
             time
             ,
          
           
             Too
             pronely
             then
             the
             Royal
             Parties
             crime
             .
          
           
             Strong
             in
             Recruits
             and
             Valiant
             force
             the
             King
          
           
             His
             Army
             did
             to
             fatal
             Naseby
             bring
             .
          
           
             Not
             dismaller
             was
             
               Romes
               Th●ssalia●
            
             f●●e
             ,
          
           
             When
             Pomp●y
             there
             o'rethrown
             and
             Roman
             State
             ,
          
           
             Then
             the
             Essusion
             here
             of
             Loyal
             bloud
             ,
          
           
             By
             wicked
             Arms
             that
             King
             and
             Laws
             withstood
             .
          
           
             The
             Mornings
             *
             Queen
             soon
             clouded
             did
             appear
             ,
          
           
             And
             seem'd
             her
             mournfull
             Purple
             Robe
             to
             wear
             ;
          
           
             As
             she
             did
             her
             sad
             Throne
             Ascend
             that
             day
             ,
          
           
             And
             saw
             the
             hapless
             King
             his
             Powers
             array
             .
          
           
             When
             Fairfax
             'gainst
             him
             did
             Embattell'd
             stand
             ,
          
           
             That
             Fortune
             might
             be
             won
             by
             armed
             hand
             :
          
           
             Who
             with
             his
             Chiefs
             accustom'd
             to
             success
             ,
          
           
             Thought
             Stars
             their
             Rebell
             Swords
             did
             therefore
             bless
             :
          
           
             When
             but
             permitted
             for
             a
             scourge
             to
             Crimes
             ,
          
           
             That
             were
             their
             Nations
             in
             those
             horrid
             times
             .
          
           
             Now
             Heavens
             Omnipotent
             Pencil
             did
             in
             Skies
          
           
             Delineate
             marvells
             to
             observing
             eyes
             ;
          
           
           
             By
             Figures
             ,
             that
             to
             wonder
             did
             declare
          
           
             The
             just
             ,
             and
             unjust
             Cause
             ,
             of
             this
             vilde
             War
             :
          
           
             If
             ,
             on
             Fames
             word
             ,
             my
             Muse
             here
             aptly
             may
          
           
             Such
             Prodigies
             to
             future
             age
             convey
             .
          
           
             Three
             Mighty
             Shapes
             above
             did
             then
             appear
             ,
          
           
             Vaster
             in
             Form
             then
             Constellations
             there
             :
          
           
             Whose
             Characters
             perspicuously
             were
             read
             ,
          
           
             By
             large
             Inscriptions
             plac'd
             o're
             every
             Head
             :
          
           
             The
             First
             of
             these
             did
             Piety
             renown
             ,
          
           
             Beauteous
             her
             Face
             ,
             and
             wore
             a
             Diamond
             Crown
             :
          
           
             White
             was
             her
             Robe
             ,
             yet
             brighter
             far
             then
             Rays
          
           
             Of
             Phaebus
             when
             he
             finest
             them
             conveys
             .
          
           
             To
             Sov'reignty
             ,
             which
             next
             to
             her
             did
             stand
             ,
          
           
             She
             gave
             a
             Scepter
             from
             her
             holy
             hand
             :
          
           
             His
             Vesture
             such
             as
             on
             a
             Solemn
             day
             ,
          
           
             Our
             Kingly
             Power
             and
             Majesty
             display
             .
          
           
             Tho'
             all
             the
             pur●led
             Stars
             that
             it
             adorn'd
             ,
          
           
             For
             earthly
             Clory
             ,
             dark
             on
             sudden
             turn'd
             .
          
           
             Yet
             still
             his
             figure
             Royally
             look'd
             great
             ,
          
           
             Like
             to
             King
             Charles
             when
             most
             distress'd
             by
             Fate
             .
          
           
           
             To
             wonder
             next
             State
             Order
             was
             beheld
             ,
          
           
             Or
             such
             as
             under
             Sceptred
             Rule
             excell'd
             :
          
           
             Where
             Myter'd
             Dignity
             ,
             by
             Sovereign
             Grace
             ,
          
           
             Before
             all
             Civill
             has
             an
             honour'd
             place
             .
          
           
             And
             where
             in
             sev'rall
             Magnitudes
             appear
          
           
             Degrees
             of
             Nobless
             in
             the
             Royal
             Sphere
             .
          
           
             The
             short
             Rob'd
             next
             ,
             who
             from
             the
             studied
             Law
             ,
          
           
             Judiciall
             Reverence
             to
             their
             Science
             draw
             ;
          
           
             On
             Seats
             of
             Judgments
             gravely
             seem'd
             to
             sit
             ,
          
           
             And
             aid
             the
             Publick
             by
             their
             learned
             wit.
          
           
             Close
             unto
             these
             were
             seen
             the
             ruling
             Gown
             ,
          
           
             And
             order
             of
             th'
             Incorporated
             Town
             ;
          
           
             Where
             Royal
             Charters
             ,
             God-like
             do
             Create
          
           
             The
             body
             Politiques
             Eternal
             State.
          
           
             Nor
             did
             best
             Science
             ,
             or
             Mans
             usefull
             Art
             ,
          
           
             Want
             in
             this
             Vision
             their
             becoming
             part
             .
          
           
             Or
             how
             from
             Kingly
             Rule
             their
             values
             rise
             ,
          
           
             By
             honour
             given
             to
             Humane
             Industries
          
           
             Oppos'd
             to
             Piety
             fierce
             discord
             stood
             ,
          
           
             Her
             Monstrous
             figure
             cloath'd
             in
             Robes
             o●
             〈◊〉
             ▪
          
           
           
             And
             seem'd
             to
             feed
             on
             Serpents
             as
             they
             hung
          
           
             Upon
             her
             Sanguine
             Person
             all
             along
             .
          
           
             Her
             hands
             did
             round
             th'
             Horizon
             Libells
             Throw
             ,
          
           
             Worst
             seeds
             of
             ill
             when
             e're
             in
             States
             they
             grow
             .
          
           
             Furious
             her
             Eyes
             ,
             and
             had
             a
             Throat
             so
             wide
          
           
             As
             some
             thought
             Churches
             down
             it
             then
             did
             slide
             .
          
           
             To
             Aid
             her
             ,
             proud
             Rebellion
             claim'd
             a
             part
             ,
          
           
             Demure
             in
             looks
             and
             Speech
             ,
             but
             base
             in
             heart
             :
          
           
             Various
             as
             Popular
             Sense
             ,
             her
             Person
             drest
             ,
          
           
             And
             thus
             she
             lyes
             to
             Vulgar
             ears
             Exprest
             :
          
           
             Sister
             to
             fame
             ,
             Fame
             did
             her
             now
             allow
             ,
          
           
             And
             gave
             this
             Gyantess
             a
             Trumpet
             too
             .
          
           
             A
             Crown
             she
             wore
             and
             on
             it
             stood
             upright
          
           
             A
             Sword
             ,
             whose
             point
             seem'd
             to
             touch
             Skies
             to
             fight
             :
          
           
             Near
             to
             her
             side
             wild
             Anarchy
             did
             stand
             ,
          
           
             The
             confus'd
             guide
             of
             worst
             disposed
             Man
             :
          
           
             Heads
             from
             her
             head
             and
             body
             seem'd
             to
             grow
             ,
          
           
             Whilst
             her
             vast
             hands
             'mongst
             Crouds
             did
             firebrands
             throw
             .
          
           
             No
             humane
             measure
             could
             her
             compass
             take
             ,
          
           
             For
             she
             was
             of
             the
             Devills
             Legion-make
             .
          
           
           
             These
             Visions
             if
             to
             Allegory
             joyn'd
             ,
          
           
             All
             without
             help
             of
             Verse
             their
             sense
             must
             find
             ▪
          
           
             Wherefore
             a
             while
             we
             'le
             leave
             'em
             in
             the
             Air
             ,
          
           
             And
             this
             fierce
             Battels
             deeds
             in
             brief
             declare
             .
          
           
             For
             challenge
             both
             sides
             fir'd
             their
             loudest
             Gun
             ,
          
           
             E're
             here
             that
             early
             morning
             ▪
             fight
             begun
             ;
          
           
             When
             soon
             their
             bodies
             siercely
             did
             engage
             ,
          
           
             That
             bloud
             might
             quench
             their
             hearts
             inflamed
             rage
             .
          
           
             Brave
             Rupert
             first
             the
             Foes
             Right
             wing
             does
             meet
             ,
          
           
             And
             gave
             their
             daring
             Troups
             a
             quick
             defeat
             :
          
           
             Pursu'd
             ,
             and
             kill'd
             beyond
             their
             Armies
             Rear
             ,
          
           
             Which
             Victor
             like
             he
             boldly
             Summons
             there
             .
          
           
             But
             no
             return
             from
             them
             he
             could
             receive
             ,
          
           
             Other
             then
             what
             their
             Cannon-mouths
             did
             give
             .
          
           
             Fully
             resolv'd
             ,
             in
             spite
             of
             this
             bad
             cast
             ,
          
           
             That
             Fortune's
             Nick
             would
             win
             for
             them
             at
             last
             .
          
           
             This
             valiant
             Prince
             ,
             who
             in
             Wars
             d●●ing
             Toyls
          
           
             Had
             to
             his
             Perill
             oft
             led
             foremost
             Files
             :
          
           
             Was
             destin'd
             more
             by
             onset
             to
             attain
             ,
          
           
             Then
             his
             succeeding
             Conduct
             could
             retain
             .
          
           
           
             Which
             sad
             disaster
             had
             been
             his
             before
          
           
             At
             Edge-Hill
             Fight
             ,
             but
             worse
             at
             Marston-Moor
             .
          
           
             And
             now
             had
             by
             attack
             dispers'd
             the
             Force
          
           
             Of
             Zealous
             Ireton's
             Phanatick
             Horse
             .
          
           
             And
             him
             his
             Captive
             did
             a
             while
             retain
             ,
          
           
             Till
             from
             his
             fierce
             pursuit
             return'd
             again
             ,
          
           
             He
             met
             with
             foes
             that
             forc'd
             him
             to
             resign
          
           
             The
             taken
             Ireton
             ,
             and
             the
             field
             decline
             .
          
           
             But
             e're
             verse
             does
             such
             accidents
             display
             ,
          
           
             That
             gave
             a
             period
             to
             this
             Fatal
             day
             :
          
           
             My
             Muse
             reserves
             ,
             for
             Lyles
             especial
             Grace
          
           
             And
             fair
             Flavira's
             deeds
             ,
             a
             signal
             place
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             other
             valours
             ,
             to
             contract
             our
             story
             ,
          
           
             Are
             left
             unto
             more
             large
             Records
             of
             Glory
             .
          
           
             This
             Gallant
             Virgin
             from
             Loves
             power
             had
             chose
          
           
             A
             Warlike
             Room
             where
             Ranks
             did
             nearest
             close
          
           
             To
             a
             Batallion
             then
             Brave
             Lyles's
             Command
             ,
          
           
             And
             sought
             to
             aid
             him
             with
             an
             armed
             hand
             :
          
           
             Whilst
             as
             she
             saw
             the
             perills
             of
             that
             Field
             ,
          
           
             His
             dangers
             there
             she
             most
             concern'd
             beheld
             :
          
           
           
             And
             when
             in
             doubt
             lest
             he
             might
             want
             her
             aid
             ,
          
           
             Her
             Soul
             ,
             that
             else
             could
             not
             ,
             was
             then
             afraid
             ;
          
           
             So
             bravely
             did
             her
             mind
             Loves
             fear
             Imploy
             ,
          
           
             Till
             she
             ,
             to
             assist
             him
             ,
             did
             Foes
             destroy
             .
          
           
             And
             as
             she
             now
             ●…d
             his
             〈◊〉
             ess
             perceiv'd
             ,
          
           
             In
             Tears
             she
             fought
             and
             kill'd
             till
             him
             reliev'd
             .
          
           
             Whose
             valiant
             person
             having
             fallen
             to
             Ground
             ,
          
           
             Enforc'd
             by
             weight
             of
             Blows
             and
             bleeding
             wound
             :
          
           
             She
             leaping
             off
             her
             Steed
             did
             him
             embrace
             ,
          
           
             And
             being
             not
             known
             ,
             perhaps
             then
             kiss'd
             his
             face
             ;
          
           
             Helping
             him
             soon
             unto
             his
             horse
             to
             rise
             ,
          
           
             And
             guided
             next
             his
             way
             from
             Enemies
             .
          
           
             Heroick
             Lyle
             whom
             grief
             did
             ●ndispose
          
           
             Far
             more
             then
             toyls
             of
             War
             and
             hurts
             from
             soes
             :
          
           
             As
             then
             he
             weigh'd
             disasters
             of
             his
             King
             ,
          
           
             And
             consequence
             which
             that
             days
             loss
             might
             bring
             .
          
           
             A
             Soldiers
             thanks
             to
             her
             he
             gave
             in
             brief
             ,
          
           
             Conceiving
             her
             to
             have
             been
             some
             youthfull
             Chief
          
           
             That
             him
             reliev'd
             ,
             and
             thus
             they
             Gallop'd
             on
          
           
             Till
             he
             lost
             her
             among
             the
             ●lying
             throng
             .
          
           
           
             When
             furious
             Cromwell
             had
             dispers'd
             this
             Wing
             ,
          
           
             As
             he
             with
             bloudy
             Swords
             approach'd
             the
             King
             :
          
           
             And
             stout
             Commanders
             had
             and
             Soldiers
             kill'd
             ,
          
           
             That
             Furrows
             there
             with
             Sanguine
             streams
             were
             fill'd
             .
          
           
             When
             the
             Magnanimous
             Sovereign
             this
             beheld
             ,
          
           
             And
             saw
             his
             powers
             by
             Subjects
             force
             compell'd
             ,
          
           
             As
             Irrecoverable
             did
             appear
             the
             day
             ;
          
           
             Yet
             he
             as
             Chief
             ,
             and
             Soldier
             did
             assay
          
           
             His
             Men
             to
             ●ally
             ,
             and
             with
             chearfull
             look
          
           
             Encourag'd
             them
             to
             stand
             the
             utmost
             shock
             .
          
           
             But
             how
             could
             Majesty
             or
             duty
             win
          
           
             Persons
             to
             sight
             when
             fear
             enforc'd
             their
             Sin.
          
           
             Who
             now
             ,
             instead
             of
             stop
             ,
             so
             rudely
             run
          
           
             As
             the
             King
             's
             forc'd
             to
             fly
             amongst
             their
             throng
             .
          
           
             So
             Boystrous
             waves
             an
             approv'd
             Ship
             convey
             ,
          
           
             Against
             the
             Pilots
             will
             ,
             to
             remote
             Sea.
          
           
             The
             Royal
             General
             thus
             compell'd
             to
             flight
          
           
             By
             those
             ,
             tho'
             led
             by
             him
             ,
             that
             would
             not
             fight
             :
          
           
             With
             such
             becoming
             Grandeur
             bore
             that
             fate
             ,
          
           
             As
             suited
             Majesties
             afflicted
             State
             :
          
           
           
             Or
             Prince
             ,
             that
             of
             best
             Fortune
             ne're
             was
             Proud
             ,
          
           
             And
             would
             not
             by
             adverse
             in
             Soul
             be
             bow'd
             .
          
           
             The
             wondrous
             f●gures
             that
             Spectators
             stood
          
           
             In
             Sky
             ,
             (
             as
             here
             display'd
             a
             Scene
             of
             bloud
             )
          
           
             And
             Order
             show'd
             and
             Grandeur
             of
             his
             state
             ,
          
           
             Now
             Trembled
             to
             behold
             this
             Battels
             fate
             ;
          
           
             And
             a●t●r
             him
             ,
             like
             Storms
             in
             Clouds
             ,
             did
             fly
             ,
          
           
             Untill
             obscur'd
             ,
             to
             sight
             ,
             below
             the
             Sky
             .
          
           
             But
             Piety
             ,
             Heavens
             Influence
             on
             his
             heart
             ,
          
           
             That
             in
             extremes
             was
             his
             conspicuous
             part
             ;
          
           
             Above
             ,
             as
             here
             describ'd
             ,
             attends
             his
             flight
             ,
          
           
             By
             his
             Soul
             seen
             ,
             tho'
             not
             by
             other
             sight
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             Discord
             ,
             Rebellion
             ,
             Anarchy
             ,
             that
             then
          
           
             Was
             hov'ring
             o're
             the
             Houses
             sighting
             Men
             ,
          
           
             Did
             with
             their
             Iron-hands
             such
             Clappings
             make
             ,
          
           
             As
             seem'd
             the
             Fabrick
             of
             the
             Heaven
             ▪
             s
             to
             shake
             .
          
           
             The
             Royal
             Infantry
             of
             aid
             bereft
             ,
          
           
             As
             the
             Kings
             Cavaldry
             the
             Field
             had
             left
             :
          
           
             (
             Which
             Fate
             in
             mighty
             Battels
             does
             foreshow
          
           
             The
             valiant
             Foot
             's
             ensuing
             overthrow
             )
          
           
           
             Endeavour'd
             now
             by
             valour
             to
             repair
          
           
             The
             loss
             ,
             howe're
             of
             Fortune
             they
             despair
             :
          
           
             As
             boldly
             they
             their
             Ensigns
             wav'd
             on
             high
             ,
          
           
             And
             closing
             of
             their
             Files
             did
             foes
             defy
             .
          
           
             Brave
             *
             
               Lindsey
               ,
               Ashly
               ,
               Russell
            
             ,
             led
             their
             Ranks
             ,
          
           
             And
             ,
             tho'
             they
             wounded
             were
             ,
             ▪
             both
             Fronts
             and
             Flanks
          
           
             Had
             by
             their
             valiant
             Conduct
             long
             maintain'd
             ,
          
           
             With
             other
             Chiefs
             that
             with
             them
             Glory
             gain'd
             .
          
           
             Stoutly
             they
             here
             their
             Enemies
             compell'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             had
             ,
             oft
             charg'd
             ,
             their
             flying
             backs
             beheld
             .
          
           
             Till
             Fairfax
             led
             against
             'em
             Horse
             and
             Foot
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             Number
             more
             then
             Valour
             caus'd
             their
             Rout.
          
           
             Too
             tedious
             't
             were
             all
             actions
             here
             to
             tell
             ,
          
           
             Or
             what
             by
             wounds
             or
             death
             the
             Brave
             befell
             :
          
           
             Nor
             shall
             my
             Muse
             by
             Catalogue
             convey
          
           
             The
             Names
             or
             Sum
             of
             Captive
             men
             that
             day
             :
          
           
           
             Let
             volum'd
             stories
             such
             particulars
             treat
             ,
          
           
             Whilst
             her
             *
             Compendium
             does
             enough
             relate
             ;
          
           
             That
             all
             the
             brave
             ,
             by
             Heavens
             permissive
             doom
             ,
          
           
             On
             the
             Crowns
             side
             at
             Naseby
             were
             o'recome
             .
          
           
             Of
             whom
             some
             Thousands
             hence
             were
             Pris'ners
             sent
             ,
          
           
             And
             for
             the
             Houses
             Triumph
             after
             went
          
           
             Like
             Slavish
             Captives
             thorough
             
             London's
             Street
             ,
          
           
             When
             foes
             durst
             there
             rejoyce
             their
             Kings
             defeat
             .
          
           
             Tho'
             this
             to
             Fairfax
             Honour
             may
             be
             said
             ,
          
           
             Howe're
             bad
             Cause
             ,
             for
             Crime
             ,
             to
             him
             is
             laid
             ;
          
           
             That
             to
             the
             Conquer'd
             he
             was
             ne're
             unkind
             ,
          
           
             But
             Gentle
             ,
             as
             became
             Heroick
             Mind
             :
          
           
             If
             not
             so
             modest
             that
             to
             them
             his
             Mene
          
           
             Was
             liker
             on●
             subdu'd
             ,
             then
             Victor
             seen
             .
          
           
             And
             had
             not
             wicked
             Men
             his
             Soul
             abus'●
          
           
             By
             Counsells
             which
             they
             speciously
             infus'd
             :
          
           
           
             From
             his
             Complyance
             no
             such
             Ills
             had
             been
             ,
          
           
             That
             did
             Inhance
             his
             Armys
             bloudy
             Sin.
          
           
             Yet
             here
             ,
             from
             verse
             ,
             to
             give
             their
             valour
             praise
             ,
          
           
             With
             the
             Encomiums
             Naseby's-field
             does
             raise
             :
          
           
             As
             became
             English
             bloud
             their
             persons
             fought
             ,
          
           
             And
             marks
             of
             prowess
             ,
             to
             their
             fame
             ,
             thence
             brought
             .
          
           
             Of
             whom
             the
             daring
             *
             Skippon
             did
             appear
          
           
             Highly
             renown'd
             for
             his
             Atchievements
             there
             :
          
           
             Who
             would
             not
             ,
             tho'
             much
             wounded
             ,
             leave
             the
             field
             ,
          
           
             But
             fought
             till
             all
             ,
             to
             give
             off
             fight
             ,
             did
             yield
             .
          
           
             So
             bravely
             wicked
             were
             some
             in
             that
             time
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             fortitude
             was
             deprav'd
             by
             their
             Crime
             ;
          
           
             Or
             not
             so
             happy
             from
             their
             Souls
             to
             know
             ,
          
           
             How
             great
             a
             Sin
             was
             to
             their
             valour
             due
             .
          
           
             This
             Field
             thus
             lost
             th'
             unhappy
             King
             no
             more
          
           
             Display'd
             his
             Standards
             as
             he
             'd
             done
             before
             :
          
           
           
             Or
             with
             joy
             heard
             Drums
             beat
             or
             Trumpets
             sound
             ,
          
           
             As
             dayly
             he
             his
             forces
             weaker
             found
             :
          
           
             O'repower'd
             by
             Foes
             and
             routed
             every
             where
             ,
          
           
             Untill
             to
             aid
             him
             longer
             they
             despair
             .
          
           
             When
             some
             to
             Forreign
             Countries
             took
             their
             flight
             ,
          
           
             Hoping
             ,
             in
             future
             time
             ,
             for
             him
             to
             fight
             .
          
           
             With
             these
             Flavira
             did
             unknown
             retire
             ,
          
           
             If
             truth
             does
             rightly
             here
             with
             Verse
             conspire
             .
          
           
             Where
             we
             shall
             leave
             her
             unto
             after
             day
             ,
          
           
             When
             of
             this
             H●roin's
             worth
             we
             more
             shall
             say
             .
          
           
             Thus
             swistly
             had
             the
             Royall
             Cause
             declin'd
             ,
          
           
             The
             Field
             first
             lost
             and
             Garrisons
             next
             resign'd
             ;
          
           
             As
             them
             th'
             Enemy
             pleased
             to
             Command
             ,
          
           
             Or
             March'd
             to
             Force
             'em
             by
             an
             Armed
             hand
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             full
             distress'd
             the
             best
             of
             Kings
             could
             gain
          
           
             No
             loosers
             Peace
             ,
             which
             Subjects
             now
             disdain
             :
          
           
             As
             they
             at
             Westminster
             did
             Voters
             sit
             ,
          
           
             And
             thought
             all
             Kingly
             Rule
             below
             their
             Wit.
          
           
             Neglected
             thus
             he
             Oxford
             lest
             at
             last
             ,
          
           
             And
             unto
             Scots
             Besieging
             Newark
             past
             :
          
           
           
             When
             Noble
             *
             Bellace
             bravely
             did
             oppose
          
           
             Attempts
             of
             English
             and
             worst
             Scottish
             Foes
             .
          
           
             Untill
             his
             Sov'reign
             out
             of
             Prudence
             thought
             ,
          
           
             'T
             was
             ●it
             Scots
             there
             should
             not
             be
             longer
             fought
             ,
          
           
             But
             have
             the
             Town
             surrender'd
             to
             their
             force
             ,
          
           
             As
             for
             Crimes
             past
             they
             seem'd
             to
             own
             remorse
             :
          
           
             And
             promis'd
             to
             allay
             the
             Houses
             heat
             ,
          
           
             That
             their
             King
             might
             with
             them
             the
             gentler
             treat
             .
          
           
             To
             which
             effect
             the
             Scots
             did
             ,
             for
             a
             space
             ,
          
           
             Speciously
             give
             their
             deeds
             some
             Loyall
             face
             .
          
           
             As
             they
             to
             th'
             Houses
             applications
             made
             :
          
           
             And
             in
             dispute
             ,
             on
             both
             sides
             ,
             sharp
             things
             said
             ;
          
           
             That
             words
             did
             seeming
             difference
             promote
             ,
          
           
             Till
             mony
             came
             to
             give
             the
             casting
             Vote
             :
          
           
             For
             which
             the
             Scots
             soon
             sold
             their
             Gracious
             King
             ;
          
           
             Whom
             Guarded
             back
             ,
             the
             Houses
             Power
             did
             bring
             :
          
           
             And
             him
             to
             Holmby
             Pallace
             next
             remov'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             kept
             by
             Preshyterians
             they
             approv'd
             .
          
           
           
             But
             this
             their
             sawcy
             Army
             did
             resent
             ,
          
           
             And
             *
             Joyce
             an
             Independant
             Cornet
             sent
          
           
             With
             fifteen
             hundred
             horse
             to
             sieze
             from
             thence
          
           
             The
             Royal
             Person
             by
             high
             Impudence
             .
          
           
             Thus
             to
             this
             Army
             was
             the
             King
             convey'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             march'd
             their
             Prisoner
             till
             a
             Plot
             they
             laid
             :
          
           
             That
             turn'd
             him
             over
             to
             the
             
               Isle
               of
               Whight
            
             ,
          
           
             Where
             Cursed
             Ha●mond
             with
             a
             Jaylors
             spight
          
           
             His
             King
             Imprison'd
             ,
             in
             the
             highest
             Sense
          
           
             Of
             Subject
             turn'd
             to
             Traytors
             impudence
             .
          
           
             And
             thus
             restrain'd
             he
             liv'd
             above
             a
             year
          
           
             Under
             vild
             Guard
             in
             
               Carisbrook
               Castle
            
             there
             .
          
           
             Debarr'd
             from
             all
             best
             comforts
             his
             had
             been
             ,
          
           
             Since
             hopeless
             then
             e're
             more
             to
             see
             his
             Queen
             :
          
           
             Or
             Royall
             Children
             whom
             Heaven
             did
             Ensoul
          
           
             For
             highest
             Glory
             of
             Monarchial
             Rule
             .
          
           
             When
             nothing
             for
             his
             solace
             here
             remain'd
             ,
          
           
             But
             what
             his
             Piety
             from
             above
             obtain'd
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           The
           NINTH
           BOOK
           .
        
         
           
             The
             Argument
             .
          
           
             
               In
               
                 England
                 ,
                 Wales
              
               ,
               and
               Scotland
               Subjects
               rise
               ,
            
             
               To
               free
               their
               King
               from
               vil'd
               Imprisonment
               :
            
             
               The
               Houses
               force
               dispose
               these
               to
               subdue
               .
            
             
               Till
               when
               on
               Loves
               account
               the
               Poet
               spares
            
             
               Verse
               ,
               by
               which
               Rosaline
               retir'd
               is
               found
               ,
            
             
               And
               Old
               Hermanders
               character
               describ'd
               .
            
             
               Flavira's
               Gallantry
               and
               Fate
               express'd
               .
            
             
               Fam'd
               Colchester
               surrender'd
               ,
               and
               the
               deeds
            
             
               Of
               Lyle
               and
               Lucas
               with
               their
               ends
               declar'd
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             WHen
             Impious
             Men
             by
             Series
             of
             Bad
             Deeds
          
           
             Do
             one
             Compleat
             that
             all
             the
             rest
             exceeds
             :
          
           
             What
             Satyr
             can
             the
             horrid
             fact
             explain
             ,
          
           
             Or
             spread
             it's
             Mediums
             by
             their
             broadest
             stain
             .
          
           
             Thus
             Gradually
             appear'd
             the
             wicked
             Course
             ,
          
           
             Both
             of
             the
             Houses
             and
             their
             armed
             Force
             :
          
           
             The
             Last
             of
             which
             compell'd
             'em
             to
             obey
             ,
          
           
             And
             vote
             for
             Militants
             the
             vildest
             way
             .
          
           
           
             As
             Joyntly
             they
             their
             King
             a
             pris'ner
             made
             ,
          
           
             And
             all
             possess'd
             of
             his
             they
             could
             Invade
             .
          
           
             To
             subdue
             next
             his
             Mighty
             Soul
             they
             strove
             ,
          
           
             Whilst
             outward
             Comforts
             they
             from
             him
             remove
             ;
          
           
             Not
             suffering
             Friends
             ,
             or
             spirituall
             men
             to
             pray
          
           
             With
             him
             ,
             'gainst
             bloudy
             ends
             ,
             a
             Christian
             way
             .
          
           
             And
             when
             their
             Hellish
             spite
             this
             deed
             had
             done
             ,
          
           
             They
             Fear'd
             his
             Contemplations
             most
             alone
             :
          
           
             Lest
             his
             Majestique
             Thoughts
             ,
             and
             heavenly
             wit
             ,
          
           
             Should
             in
             his
             words
             to
             Tax
             their
             Crimes
             be
             writ
             .
          
           
             On
             which
             account
             ,
             they
             Pen
             and
             Ink
             deny
             ,
          
           
             Tho'
             to
             the
             Sacred
             hand
             of
             Majesty
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             thus
             their
             Evill
             deeds
             their
             King
             afflict
             ,
          
           
             Heaven
             would
             by
             outward
             wonders
             them
             Convict
             :
          
           
             As
             by
             his
             holy
             Touch
             the
             Lame
             and
             Blind
             ,
          
           
             Their
             *
             Cures
             from
             him
             Miracalously
             finde
             .
          
           
             Tho'
             ,
             like
             the
             world's
             Redeemer
             ,
             he
             was
             then
          
           
             Rejected
             by
             the
             Crowds
             of
             faithless
             Men.
          
           
           
             Whilest
             some
             admir'd
             that
             in
             his
             Zodiocks
             line
          
           
             The
             Sun
             could
             uneclips'd
             at
             that
             time
             Shine
             ;
          
           
             When
             Royall
             Beams
             ,
             far
             more
             divinely
             great
             ,
          
           
             Obstructed
             were
             by
             Interposing
             Fate
             .
          
           
             Tho'
             virtually
             no
             Closure
             could
             withstand
          
           
             The
             Kingly
             Influence
             which
             he
             did
             expand
          
           
             Throughout
             his
             Nations
             ,
             howe're
             Captive
             he
          
           
             Was
             made
             by
             guilt
             of
             arm'd
             Impiety
             .
          
           
             When
             many
             their
             Kings
             suff'rings
             did
             deplore
             ;
          
           
             And
             some
             ,
             who'ad
             been
             his
             Enemies
             before
             ,
          
           
             Renounc'd
             the
             Houses
             Cause
             ,
             and
             next
             contriv'd
          
           
             That
             by
             Fresh
             power
             their
             Prince
             should
             be
             releiv'd
             .
          
           
             Howe're
             ,
             'gainst
             prevalent
             Foes
             ,
             the
             Outward
             Face
          
           
             Of
             war
             was
             Intermitted
             then
             a
             space
             .
          
           
             Tho'
             Loyall
             hearts
             disdain'd
             Pacisick
             hours
             ,
          
           
             As
             their
             King
             liv'd
             restrain'd
             by
             wicked
             powers
             .
          
           
             Whilest
             some
             from
             Noble
             sorrow
             dy'd
             for
             Greife
             ,
          
           
             Because
             despair'd
             their
             Soveraigns
             Just
             releife
             .
          
           
             Others
             unto
             their
             homes
             ,
             in
             hope
             retir'd
             ,
          
           
             As
             with
             their
             Freinds
             they
             Loyally
             conspir'd
          
           
           
             To
             arm
             again
             the
             most
             Heroique
             way
             ,
          
           
             And
             by
             a
             Second
             war
             Opposers
             slay
             .
          
           
             Thus
             had
             affairs
             some
             Monthly
             periods
             stood
             ,
          
           
             And
             no
             Campaign
             fresh
             stain'd
             with
             English
             bloud
             .
          
           
             An
             Intervall
             in
             which
             verse
             does
             design
          
           
             To
             find
             out
             the
             retired
             Rosaline
             ,
          
           
             Whom
             Lucas
             Love
             and
             valour
             Nobly
             free'd
          
           
             From
             the
             Intended
             Rape
             which
             was
             decree'd
          
           
             By
             Fierce
             Vanbralder
             ,
             whom
             he
             bravely
             kill'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             her
             wish
             releiv'd
             her
             from
             that
             field
             .
          
           
             Who
             by
             her
             womans
             help
             found
             the
             abode
             ,
          
           
             Of
             old
             Hermander
             ,
             Standing
             far
             from
             Road
             :
          
           
             And
             to
             the
             Chase
             of
             Whittlewood
             adjoyn'd
             ,
          
           
             Where
             he
             to
             quiet
             life
             himself
             Confin'd
             .
          
           
             Whose
             age
             compar'd
             ,
             't
             was
             hard
             to
             finde
             a
             Tree
             ,
          
           
             Within
             those
             shades
             ,
             that
             older
             was
             than
             He.
          
           
             His
             abstinence
             prolong'd
             his
             wondrous
             years
             ,
          
           
             Which
             harden'd
             were
             by
             his
             austerities
             .
          
           
             Oft
             Fasts
             he
             kept
             condoling
             wicked
             Life
             ,
          
           
             And
             bloudy
             deeds
             ,
             that
             time
             of
             Impious
             strife
             :
          
           
           
             And
             to
             Chastise
             his
             body
             allways
             Lay
          
           
             'Twixt
             hair-cloath
             Sheets
             ,
             yet
             slept
             enough
             that
             way
             .
          
           
             Gen'rous
             by
             birth
             ,
             and
             was
             by
             Bloud
             ally'd
             ,
          
           
             As
             from
             our
             Muse
             his
             Mentions
             verify'd
             ,
          
           
             Unto
             th'
             Attendant
             of
             fair
             Rosaline
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             Care
             her
             Lady
             thither
             did
             design
             :
          
           
             Comely
             his
             Face
             ,
             as
             smooth
             there
             white
             and
             red
             ,
          
           
             As
             when
             a
             youthfull
             Prime
             his
             visage
             had
             :
          
           
             His
             hair
             nor
             Beard
             by
             age
             chang'd
             as
             they
             hung
          
           
             In
             locks
             that
             Curl'd
             unto
             his
             Bosome
             Long.
          
           
             Clear
             seem'd
             his
             eyes
             ,
             yet
             could
             no
             sight
             retain
             ,
          
           
             But
             when
             by
             wonder
             he
             did
             that
             obtain
             :
          
           
             At
             other
             times
             no
             glimps
             he
             saw
             of
             Light
             ,
          
           
             Or
             object
             usuall
             unto
             humane
             sight
             .
          
           
             Yet
             could
             in
             shaded
             paths
             ,
             to
             him
             long
             known
             ,
          
           
             Near
             to
             his
             dwelling
             steadfast
             walk
             alone
             .
          
           
             Tall
             and
             erect
             his
             figure
             did
             appear
             ,
          
           
             As
             he
             a
             comely
             Robe
             of
             Green
             did
             wear
             .
          
           
             With
             him
             had
             long
             a
             faithfull
             Servant
             liv'd
             ,
          
           
             Who
             tho'
             both
             dumb
             and
             deaf
             the
             words
             perceiv'd
          
           
           
             His
             Master
             utter'd
             ,
             by
             whose
             Lips
             he
             knew
             ,
          
           
             If
             Speech-like
             moving
             ,
             what
             he
             would
             bid
             him
             do
             ,
          
           
             When
             first
             his
             kinswoman
             had
             with
             him
             spoke
             ,
          
           
             And
             told
             why
             thither
             she
             had
             undertook
          
           
             To
             guide
             her
             Bea●teous
             Lady
             ,
             to
             whose
             fame
          
           
             Virtue
             and
             Love
             did
             Merit
             Joyntly
             claim
             .
          
           
             Unto
             fair
             Rosaline
             he
             bowed
             Low
             ,
          
           
             And
             his
             full
             wellcome
             did
             on
             her
             bestow
             :
          
           
             Telling
             how
             he
             oblig'd
             was
             to
             that
             day
             ,
          
           
             By
             womans
             beauty
             the
             Refinest
             way
             .
          
           
             Tho'
             now
             no
             Leave
             unto
             his
             eyes
             was
             given
          
           
             To
             view
             her
             Feature
             ,
             till
             the
             act
             of
             Heaven
          
           
             Should
             from
             those
             Orbs
             obscurity
             remove
             ,
          
           
             And
             manifest
             to
             her
             his
             wondrous
             Love.
          
           
             Which
             in
             due
             time
             he
             doubted
             not
             to
             show
             ,
          
           
             That
             his
             esteem
             of
             her
             she
             thence
             might
             know
             .
          
           
             Much
             she
             admir'd
             at
             what
             this
             person
             said
             ,
          
           
             And
             why
             to
             her
             he
             had
             address
             thus
             made
             :
          
           
             And
             more
             because
             by
             age
             depriv'd
             of
             sight
             ,
          
           
             He
             talk'd
             of
             seeing
             Beauty
             with
             delight
             .
          
           
           
             But
             Judg'd
             't
             was
             best
             ,
             however
             pass'd
             in
             Minde
             ,
          
           
             From
             Time
             the
             meaning
             of
             his
             speech
             to
             finde
             .
          
           
             Wherefore
             beyond
             thanks
             ,
             an
             obliging
             way
             ,
          
           
             For
             her
             reception
             ,
             little
             she
             did
             say
             :
          
           
             And
             thus
             a
             while
             without
             his
             house
             they
             talk'd
             ,
          
           
             Till
             handing
             of
             her
             kindly
             In
             they
             walk'd
             .
          
           
             Pleasant
             and
             Clean
             his
             dwelling
             tho'
             but
             small
             ,
          
           
             And
             rooms
             enough
             contain'd
             to
             serve
             'em
             all
             .
          
           
             Of
             which
             he
             One
             appropriated
             with
             Care
             ,
          
           
             For
             pious
             use
             ,
             and
             call'd
             his
             place
             of
             Prayer
             .
          
           
             A
             decent
             Altar
             on
             that
             Surface
             stood
             ,
          
           
             Rais'd
             by
             his
             hands
             ,
             and
             bless'd
             by
             him
             the
             wood
             .
          
           
             To
             this
             place
             first
             he
             guides
             his
             beauteous
             guest
             ,
          
           
             And
             kneeling
             with
             her
             there
             some
             prayers
             addrest
             .
          
           
             Which
             done
             ,
             to
             an
             appartment
             her
             he
             Led
             ,
          
           
             That
             Neat
             was
             and
             contain'd
             a
             Handsome
             Bed.
          
           
             A
             Room
             within
             it
             where
             her
             woman
             might
          
           
             Lodge
             ,
             and
             be
             near
             her
             Ladies
             call
             at
             night
             :
          
           
             Telling
             fair
             Rosaline
             ,
             that
             he
             had
             Chose
          
           
             That
             Bed
             to
             give
             her
             person
             soft
             repose
             :
          
           
           
             In
             which
             an
             admir'd
             beauty
             once
             did
             rest
             ,
          
           
             And
             at
             that
             word
             he
             three
             times
             Crost
             his
             Brest
             ;
          
           
             Adding
             that
             he
             ,
             for
             her
             sake
             ,
             hop'd
             to
             find
          
           
             The
             Soul
             of
             Rosaline
             unto
             his
             kinde
             .
          
           
             These
             words
             unto
             the
             virgin
             seem'd
             yet
             more
          
           
             Misterious
             ,
             then
             some
             spoke
             by
             him
             before
             .
          
           
             Wherefore
             she
             blushing
             ask'd
             him
             to
             dispense
          
           
             His
             meaning
             ,
             and
             unriddle
             so
             his
             Sense
             .
          
           
             To
             which
             he
             answer'd
             ,
             that
             as
             yet
             no
             〈◊〉
          
           
             He
             had
             ,
             that
             could
             presage
             the
             hower
             ;
          
           
             On
             which
             account
             the
             explanation
             must
          
           
             Be
             left
             to
             time
             ,
             which
             might
             the
             deed
             Adjust
             :
          
           
             Wherefore
             he
             then
             no
             more
             to
             her
             exprest
             ,
          
           
             And
             after
             Supper
             ,
             brought
             her
             to
             her
             rest
             .
          
           
             Fully
             contented
             Rosaline
             was
             here
             ;
          
           
             Who
             quiet
             valu'd
             above
             Costly
             Fare
             .
          
           
             Tho'
             sometimes
             to
             make
             delicate
             her
             Food
          
           
             His
             Servant
             caught
             choice
             birds
             in
             field
             and
             wood
             .
          
           
             Thus
             had
             this
             Virgin
             past
             some
             Months
             away
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             still
             did
             longer
             here
             desire
             to
             stay
             :
          
           
           
             A
             place
             remote
             ,
             and
             whither
             none
             did
             come
             ,
          
           
             The
             Master
             Blind
             and
             Servant
             deaf
             and
             dumb
             .
          
           
             And
             where
             unknown
             she
             might
             best
             thoughts
             enjoy
             ,
          
           
             Not
             hearing
             when
             fierce
             War
             would
             more
             destroy
             .
          
           
             Betimes
             her
             Bed
             devoutly
             she
             forsook
             ,
          
           
             And
             next
             of
             Natures
             Mirrour
             prospect
             took
             :
          
           
             More
             pleas'd
             then
             in
             her
             Morning
             glass
             to
             view
          
           
             Reflections
             ,
             which
             could
             there
             her
             beauty
             shew
             .
          
           
             The
             early
             Lark
             she
             oft
             observ'd
             on
             high
             ,
          
           
             As
             mounting
             he
             Sung
             Carrolls
             to
             the
             Sky
             .
          
           
             And
             saw
             how
             other
             birds
             did
             next
             awake
             ,
          
           
             And
             their
             Love-Songs
             in
             Joyfull
             Couples
             make
             .
          
           
             Happy
             she
             thought
             these
             birds
             ,
             that
             could
             appear
             ,
          
           
             So
             like
             Immortalls
             ,
             in
             an
             earthly
             sphear
             :
          
           
             Resembling
             as
             they
             Sing
             and
             as
             they
             Love
             ,
          
           
             The
             Joys
             ,
             by
             Blessed
             Souls
             ,
             perceiv'd
             above
             .
          
           
             But
             when
             she
             saw
             the
             furious
             Hawk
             affright
          
           
             These
             from
             their
             us'd
             abode
             and
             Lovers
             sight
             ;
          
           
             And
             that
             in
             Air
             ,
             as
             well
             as
             earth
             ,
             liv'd
             Foes
          
           
             That
             could
             disturb
             the
             Mated
             hearts
             repose
             :
          
           
           
             She
             Judg'd
             It
             might
             with
             her
             distress
             compare
             ,
          
           
             And
             what
             ,
             for
             Lucas
             sake
             ,
             oblig'd
             her
             Fear
             .
          
           
             Yet
             ,
             this
             war
             ceas'd
             ,
             she
             saw
             some
             birds
             could
             meet
             ,
          
           
             And
             for
             past
             dangers
             Chaunt
             their
             Lovers
             Treat
             .
          
           
             May
             Heaven
             she
             wish'd
             such
             Bliss
             for
             her
             ordain
             ,
          
           
             And
             unto
             him
             she
             'd
             sing
             when
             met
             again
             .
          
           
             Thus
             severall
             days
             she
             pass'd
             ,
             till
             one
             did
             more
          
           
             Amuse
             her
             Soul
             then
             all
             spent
             there
             before
             .
          
           
             Which
             time
             Hermander
             met
             her
             in
             a
             Grove
             ,
          
           
             And
             unto
             her
             again
             discours'd
             of
             Love
             :
          
           
             Letting
             her
             know
             that
             she
             had
             understood
          
           
             From
             him
             ,
             in
             part
             ,
             what
             now
             he
             should
             make
             good
             .
          
           
             If
             with
             him
             there
             a
             space
             she
             would
             remain
             ,
          
           
             Till
             his
             Love
             's
             Secret
             might
             it self
             explain
             .
          
           
             Much
             did
             the
             virgin
             his
             addre●●●esent
             ,
          
           
             Doubting
             is
             modest
             were
             the
             Love
             he
             meant
             :
          
           
             Since
             she
             had
             heard
             of
             men
             tho'
             old
             and
             blind
             ,
          
           
             That
             had
             warm
             appetites
             for
             woman-kind
             :
          
           
             And
             as
             she
             vi●●'d
             his
             smooth
             atd
             Ruddy
             Look
             ,
          
           
             Her
             virtue
             ●en
             afresh
             allarum
             took
             :
          
           
           
             And
             thus
             concern'd
             she
             moving
             was
             away
             ,
          
           
             Till
             on
             his
             knees
             He
             begg'd
             her
             longer
             stay
             :
          
           
             Which
             spoken
             ,
             soon
             by
             them
             was
             heard
             around
          
           
             A
             Harmony
             beyond
             Lute
             's
             choicest
             Sound
             ,
          
           
             And
             such
             as
             heaven
             might
             give
             to
             humane
             ear
             ,
          
           
             If
             blest
             with
             musick
             of
             the
             moving
             sphear
             :
          
           
             When
             of
             the
             finest
             Substance
             of
             the
             sky
             ,
          
           
             An
             Airy
             form
             descended
             to
             their
             eye
             ;
          
           
             That
             first
             ,
             
             Chimera-Like
             ,
             appear'd
             to
             sight
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             did
             ,
             tho'
             Shapeless
             seen
             ,
             their
             view
             delight
             .
          
           
             It
             's
             various
             Beams
             did
             most
             refin'd
             convey
          
           
             The
             Diamond
             ,
             Ruby
             ,
             and
             the
             Emralds
             ray
             :
          
           
             Till
             by
             degrees
             contracted
             was
             it's
             space
             ,
          
           
             And
             chang'd
             to
             womans
             comely
             shape
             and
             Face
             .
          
           
             Her
             vest
             of
             Azure-Colour
             ,
             like
             the
             morn
             ,
          
           
             When
             Brightest
             Estearn
             Streaks
             her
             sphere
             adorn
             :
          
           
             Her
             amber-locks
             ,
             unto
             her
             Bosome
             long
             ,
          
           
             In
             shining
             Curls
             to
             admiration
             hung
             ;
          
           
             And
             dallying
             with
             the
             air
             did
             seem
             to
             play
             ,
          
           
             Like
             finest
             Gossamours
             in
             Summers
             day
             :
          
           
           
             And
             as
             they
             mov'd
             was
             seen
             the
             Ivory
             white
          
           
             That
             in
             her
             neck
             's
             soft
             form
             display'd
             to
             sight
             .
          
           
             Whose
             presence
             did
             ,
             by
             miracle
             ,
             Restore
          
           
             Sight
             to
             Hermanders
             eyes
             ,
             tho'
             blind
             before
             .
          
           
             ●…drous
             Intervalls
             to
             him
             was
             given
             ,
          
           
             ●…'s
             account
             ,
             by
             the
             sole
             Act
             of
             Heaven
             .
          
           
             ●…ld
             ,
             towards
             her
             his
             eyes
             did
             move
          
           
             Kind
             as
             when
             they
             ,
             time
             past
             ,
             assured
             Love.
          
           
             Tho'
             something
             more
             did
             her
             soft
             Beams
             Imply
             ,
          
           
             Then
             Languishments
             of
             Love
             in
             Beauteous
             eye
             .
          
           
             And
             sometimes
             bIush'd
             ,
             and
             sometimes
             smil'd
             a
             space
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             Blush
             her
             smiles
             ,
             whose
             smiles
             her
             blush
             did
             grace
             :
          
           
             More
             Gay
             then
             such
             on
             virgin
             Cheeks
             are
             shed
          
           
             On
             the
             first
             night
             within
             th'espouss'd
             bed
             .
          
           
             To
             kiss
             her
             Rosy
             Lips
             he
             did
             assay
             ,
          
           
             As
             bashfully
             she
             seem'd
             to
             yield
             him
             way
             :
          
           
             But
             when
             he
             thought
             t'
             arrive
             unto
             that
             bliss
             ,
          
           
             He
             could
             not
             feel
             the
             Lip
             he
             thought
             to
             kiss
             .
          
           
             Which
             she
             excus'd
             ,
             and
             said
             no
             sense
             could
             finde
          
           
             The
             Method
             by
             which
             she
             to
             him
             was
             kinde
             .
          
           
           
             A
             Secret
             that
             hereafter
             he
             'd
             perceive
             ,
          
           
             When
             Heaven
             his
             Soul
             Eternity
             should
             give
             .
          
           
             To
             Rosaline
             ,
             who
             had
             devoutly
             kneel'd
          
           
             Since
             miracle
             ,
             she
             Judg'd
             ,
             this
             sight
             reveal'd
             ,
          
           
             She
             kindly
             spoke
             ,
             and
             bid
             her
             understand
          
           
             That
             she
             would
             Commune
             with
             her
             hand
             in
             hand
             :
          
           
             And
             thus
             a
             while
             this
             vision
             with
             her
             walk'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             of
             refined
             Souls
             divinely
             talk'd
             ;
          
           
             Assuring
             her
             that
             Love
             could
             only
             be
          
           
             In
             Heaven
             possess'd
             by
             full
             felicity
             :
          
           
             Which
             she
             found
             there
             because
             her
             youth
             Inclin'd
          
           
             T'
             affect
             Hermander
             with
             no
             earthly
             mind
             .
          
           
             And
             promis'd
             had
             ,
             If
             she
             that
             Grace
             could
             Merit
             ,
          
           
             To
             visit
             him
             ,
             as
             thus
             beheld
             in
             Spirit
             :
          
           
             A
             Miracle
             he
             had
             perceiv'd
             before
             ,
          
           
             When
             Heaven
             to
             see
             her
             did
             his
             sight
             restore
             ;
          
           
             And
             from
             above
             had
             leave
             now
             to
             appear
             ,
          
           
             As
             by
             Hermander
             was
             desir'd
             by
             prayer
             ,
          
           
             That
             she
             might
             unto
             her
             Sublimly
             tell
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             Grace
             and
             Beauties
             mortalls
             much
             excell
             ,
          
           
           
             How
             she
             hop'd
             soon
             to
             meet
             her
             form
             above
             ,
          
           
             Where
             no
             Fate
             could
             be
             Enemy
             to
             Love.
          
           
             But
             Rosaline
             ,
             who'ad
             of
             Prognosticks
             heard
             ,
          
           
             By
             holy
             Spirits
             said
             t
             o'ave
             been
             declar'd
             ,
          
           
             Doubting
             lest
             words
             by
             this
             bright
             vision
             spoke
             ,
          
           
             Were
             Ominous
             to
             her
             Loves
             mortall
             hope
             :
          
           
             Whose
             tender
             Soul
             ,
             not
             willing
             to
             allay
          
           
             The
             wishes
             which
             she
             plac'd
             on
             future
             day
             ;
          
           
             When
             she
             might
             Lucas
             see
             from
             dangers
             free'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             her
             Bosom
             peaceably
             decreed
             ;
          
           
             Desirous
             was
             some
             such
             presage
             to
             hear
             :
          
           
             When
             soon
             this
             Beauteous
             form
             dis●ers'd
             to
             Air.
          
           
             And
             as
             it
             did
             now
             wond'rously
             depart
             ,
          
           
             Voices
             were
             heard
             that
             sung
             by
             Heavenly
             art
             :
          
           
             As
             such
             Stupendious
             accents
             then
             did
             sound
             ,
          
           
             That
             in
             no
             Humane
             Speech
             were
             ever
             found
             .
          
           
             Which
             done
             Hermander
             Leads
             her
             back
             again
          
           
             And
             ,
             this
             sight
             past
             ,
             did
             after
             Blind
             remain
             .
          
           
             When
             Rosaline
             had
             these
             strange
             deeds
             admir'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             of
             his
             wond'rous
             Love
             enough
             Inquir'd
             :
          
           
           
             He
             kindly
             told
             —
          
           
             That
             since
             she
             Leave
             did
             to
             her
             virtue
             give
             ,
          
           
             In
             his
             Society
             and
             home
             to
             Live
             :
          
           
             The
             entertainment
             that
             he
             deem'd
             most
             great
             ,
          
           
             He
             had
             Implor'd
             as
             his
             divinest
             Treat
             :
          
           
             Which
             in
             his
             Loves
             bright
             vision
             she
             perceiv'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             Heavenly
             Comfort
             had
             from
             thence
             receiv'd
             .
          
           
             An
             object
             that
             ,
             till
             then
             ,
             no
             other
             eye
          
           
             But
             his
             restor'd
             by
             wonder
             could
             espy
             :
          
           
             Which
             Intervall
             so
             fill'd
             him
             with
             delight
             ,
          
           
             As
             he
             to
             see
             her
             only
             Car'd
             for
             sight
             :
          
           
             Thus
             his
             discourse
             had
             of
             this
             Subject
             end
             .
          
           
             At
             other
             times
             he
             his
             converse
             did
             Blend
          
           
             With
             pleasant
             stories
             of
             his
             younger
             years
             ,
          
           
             And
             things
             most
             facile
             to
             divert
             her
             Cares
             .
          
           
             Relating
             how
             his
             youth
             in
             war
             had
             been
             ,
          
           
             Where
             bold
             he
             fought
             yet
             no
             wound
             receiv'd
             then
             .
          
           
             And
             wish'd
             that
             her
             renouned
             Lover
             might
          
           
             Be
             so
             preserv'd
             when
             next
             engag'd
             in
             Fight
             .
          
           
           
             But
             wishly
             told
             her
             ,
             that
             tho'
             humane
             Minde
          
           
             To
             wellcome
             best
             events
             was
             most
             Inclin'd
             :
          
           
             Yet
             when
             no
             adverse-fate
             the
             Soul
             could
             ply
             ,
          
           
             God-like
             appear'd
             it's
             then
             Security
             ;
          
           
             And
             next
             ,
             his
             prudence
             suitably
             advis'd
          
           
             Her
             Guardianess
             ,
             near
             unto
             him
             ally'd
             :
          
           
             Whom
             he
             oblig'd
             ,
             should
             Martiall
             tidings
             Come
          
           
             To
             her
             ,
             by
             means
             unthought
             of
             to
             his
             home
             :
          
           
             No
             sad
             Intelligence
             or
             actions
             to
             declare
             ,
          
           
             That
             might
             provoke
             her
             Ladies
             Grief
             or
             fear
             .
          
           
             Since
             after
             he
             had
             Fasting
             Spent
             a
             day
             ,
          
           
             That
             with
             more
             Zeal
             he
             for
             his
             King
             might
             pray
             :
          
           
             By
             Dream
             he
             bloudy
             Battles
             saw
             at
             night
             ,
          
           
             And
             persons
             slain
             in
             cold
             Bloud
             after
             fight
             .
          
           
             Some
             shot
             to
             death
             ,
             some
             Murder'd
             to
             disport
          
           
             Of
             Impious
             Men
             ,
             and
             their
             Mock-Justice
             Court
             :
          
           
             Where
             ,
             to
             his
             horrour
             ,
             he
             in
             Vision
             saw
          
           
             His
             King
             Condemn'd
             against
             Imperial
             Law.
          
           
             After
             which
             dream
             he
             little
             had
             desir'd
          
           
             To
             hear
             of
             War
             ,
             or
             how
             bad
             men
             conspir'd
             .
          
           
           
             Wherefore
             he
             did
             with
             caution
             her
             advise
             ,
          
           
             Lest
             Rosaline
             were
             griev'd
             with
             Novelties
             ,
          
           
             That
             she
             'd
             no
             Cruel
             sights
             to
             her
             relate
             ,
          
           
             Or
             what
             ,
             to
             him
             she
             Lov'd
             ,
             might
             bode
             ill
             fate
             .
          
           
             To
             which
             his
             prudent
             Kinswoman
             reply'd
             ,
          
           
             How
             she
             her
             Circumspection
             had
             apply'd
             ,
          
           
             That
             no
             bad
             Tidings
             might
             such
             passage
             sind
             ,
          
           
             As
             should
             afflict
             her
             Ladies
             tender
             Mind
             .
          
           
             Tho'in
             due
             time
             by
             promise
             she
             must
             tell
          
           
             Great
             Lucas
             where
             his
             Rosaline
             did
             dwell
             ;
          
           
             Howe're
             remote
             her
             person
             might
             reside
          
           
             From
             hearing
             Novells
             that
             might
             worse
             betide
             .
          
           
             Thus
             they
             express'd
             —
          
           
             Whilst
             ,
             as
             by
             dream
             ,
             Hermander
             was
             soretold
             ,
          
           
             His
             Nation
             Wars
             Irruptions
             did
             behold
             .
          
           
             As
             *
             Hambleton
             had
             Scottish
             powers
             prepar'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             'gainst
             the
             Houses
             forces
             had
             declar'd
          
           
           
             Hostility
             ,
             that
             the
             Imprison'd
             King
             ,
          
           
             He
             might
             by
             Arms
             to
             Royal
             freedom
             bring
             .
          
           
             Brave
             Langdals
             Levies
             met
             him
             in
             the
             North
             ,
          
           
             By
             Risings
             Seconded
             which
             first
             brake
             forth
          
           
             In
             powerfull
             Kent
             ,
             where
             
               Goring
               ,
               Capell
            
             then
             ,
          
           
             With
             Lyle
             ,
             and
             Lucas
             ,
             and
             renowned
             Men
          
           
             Were
             Num'rous
             form'd
             the
             Houses
             to
             re●…st
             ,
          
           
             And
             by
             bold
             deeds
             the
             Royal
             Cause
             a●…ist
             .
          
           
             These
             Voluntary
             Files
             of
             Kentish
             force
             ,
          
           
             Led
             by
             reputed
             Chiefs
             of
             Foot
             and
             Horse
             ;
          
           
             Besides
             the
             Insurrections
             then
             begun
          
           
             In
             Wales
             ,
             to
             aid
             what
             in
             the
             North
             was
             done
             :
          
           
             Occasion
             gave
             the
             Houses
             to
             provide
             ,
          
           
             That
             to
             sight
             these
             their
             Army
             should
             divide
             ;
          
           
             Who
             Fairfax
             to
             make
             War
             in
             Kent
             Injoyn'd
             ,
          
           
             Whilst
             Cromwell
             to
             march
             Northward
             was
             design'd
             .
          
           
             But
             first
             to
             reduce
             Wales
             they
             him
             Imploy'd
             ,
          
           
             E're
             by
             his
             Conduct
             Scots
             must
             be
             destroy'd
             .
          
           
             At
             Maidstone
             Kentish
             valour
             did
             exceed
          
           
             Wonders
             ,
             which
             Martial
             Men
             in
             stories
             read
             :
          
           
           
             When
             long
             there
             Fairfax
             Army
             did
             Assail
             ,
          
           
             Before
             his
             powers
             by
             Fighting
             could
             prevail
             .
          
           
             And
             if
             a
             foot
             of
             Ground
             they
             seem'd
             to
             win
             ,
          
           
             With
             greater
             fury
             't
             was
             forc'd
             back
             again
             .
          
           
             The
             Women
             here
             their
             Heroine
             Leader
             sought
             ,
          
           
             And
             under
             her
             ,
             like
             Amazons
             ,
             then
             fought
             .
          
           
             Not
             Penthesilia
             ,
             to
             assist
             Troy's
             King
             ,
          
           
             So
             siercely
             did
             her
             Warlike
             Females
             bring
             ,
          
           
             As
             these
             at
             Maidstone
             ,
             for
             their
             Sovereign's
             Aid
             ,
          
           
             To
             repell
             Foes
             by
             Valour
             had
             assay'd
             .
          
           
             Whose
             dauntless
             seed
             in
             Girls
             and
             Striplings
             young
             ,
          
           
             To
             second
             them
             ,
             'gainst
             daring
             force
             ,
             did
             throng
             .
          
           
             Who
             with
             sharp
             Stones
             ,
             instead
             of
             shot
             ,
             some
             kill'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             streets
             ,
             where
             late
             they
             suck'd
             ,
             with
             Foes
             bloud
             sill'd
             .
          
           
             What
             eye
             could
             not
             have
             wept
             t
             o'ave
             seen
             this
             sight
             ,
          
           
             Where
             Children
             did
             for
             bleeding
             Mothers
             Fight
             :
          
           
             And
             the
             fair
             Virgin
             ,
             and
             young
             Beauteous
             wife
             ,
          
           
             Dy'd
             ,
             to
             ayd
             Fathers
             ,
             or
             the
             Husbands
             Strise
             .
          
           
             As
             here
             from
             Evening
             unto
             Midnight
             past
             ,
          
           
             Gainst
             Enemies
             ,
             did
             bloudy
             Combats
             last
             :
          
           
           
             Thus
             bravely
             they
             had
             long
             this
             Town
             maintain'd
             ,
          
           
             Till
             from
             both
             Sexes
             Fairfax
             it
             obtain'd
             :
          
           
             Glad
             that
             his
             Trophees
             might
             that
             Glory
             share
             ,
          
           
             Since
             women
             ,
             brave
             as
             Men
             ,
             oppos'd
             him
             there
             .
          
           
             Soon
             many
             Valiant
             did
             from
             hence
             Retreat
             ,
          
           
             That
             they
             to
             make
             War
             might
             in
             Essex
             meet
             .
          
           
             Where
             
               Goring
               ,
               Capell
            
             ,
             had
             with
             Lucas
             joyn'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             Levies
             ,
             which
             to
             aid
             them
             were
             design'd
             .
          
           
             Tho'
             much
             the
             loss
             at
             Maidstone
             did
             impair
          
           
             Th'
             Assistance
             they
             expected
             in
             this
             War.
          
           
             When
             many
             ,
             dreading
             of
             the
             Houses
             Force
             ,
          
           
             Declin'd
             to
             bring
             them
             promis'd
             Foot
             and
             Horse
             .
          
           
             That
             some
             held
             sit
             to
             take
             into
             Debate
             ,
          
           
             Whether
             not
             Wisest
             then
             to
             seperate
             .
          
           
             And
             more
             recruits
             not
             Venture
             to
             obtain
             ,
          
           
             After
             their
             first
             attempts
             in
             Kent
             prov'd
             vain
             .
          
           
             But
             Gallant
             Lucas
             ,
             in
             whose
             Soul
             was
             found
          
           
             Courage
             ,
             that
             did
             in
             Wars
             Extreams
             abound
             :
          
           
             With
             some
             disdain
             such
             Counsells
             then
             did
             hear
             ,
          
           
             That
             seem'd
             ,
             tho'
             Wise
             ,
             accompany'd
             with
             fear
             .
          
           
           
             And
             with
             a
             Steady
             Considence
             thus
             said
             ,
          
           
             Let
             Rebells
             be
             of
             their
             vild
             Cause
             affraid
             ,
          
           
             And
             Prompt
             their
             wicked
             Senate
             to
             Confess
             ,
          
           
             That
             Civill
             War
             was
             Voted
             wickedness
             :
          
           
             E're
             Loyall
             Man
             to
             oppose
             them
             should
             cease
             ,
          
           
             Or
             ,
             to
             give
             up
             his
             Sword
             ,
             oblig'd
             by
             Peace
             :
          
           
             Unless
             he
             would
             a
             Tame
             Spe●tator
             live
             ,
          
           
             On
             Slavish
             Terms
             ,
             which
             such
             Dictators
             give
             .
          
           
             Or
             Pitiously
             his
             Kings
             restraint
             bewail
             ,
          
           
             And
             Nation
             ruin'd
             ,
             and
             yet
             not
             arm'd
             assail
          
           
             The
             Foes
             of
             Both
             :
             Let
             rather
             Stories
             say
          
           
             That
             Lucas
             ,
             'gainst
             his
             Life
             ,
             advis'd
             this
             day
             :
          
           
             Who
             is
             resolv'd
             ,
             if
             but
             one
             Valiant
             File
          
           
             Of
             Militants
             shall
             company
             his
             Toyl
             ;
          
           
             The
             Royal
             Cause
             shall
             not
             deserted
             be
             ,
          
           
             What
             e're
             his
             Stars
             unhappily
             decree
             .
          
           
             When
             
               Goring
               ,
               Capell
            
             ,
             and
             brave
             Lyle
             did
             hear
          
           
             This
             Martiall
             Speech
             with
             all
             their
             Armed
             there
             :
          
           
             Like
             Men
             whom
             Mars
             ,
             to
             wonder
             ,
             had
             inslam'd
             ,
          
           
             Their
             full
             resolve
             to
             do
             brave
             deeds
             proclaim'd
             .
          
           
           
             And
             next
             their
             Valiant
             Chiefs
             ,
             to
             quicken
             hearts
             ,
          
           
             Declar'd
             their
             hope
             of
             aid
             from
             Northern
             parts
             ;
          
           
             As
             Hambleton
             his
             March
             did
             thither
             guide
             ,
          
           
             And
             promis'd
             had
             to
             aid
             the
             Royal
             side
             .
          
           
             In
             Essex
             many
             discontented
             were
             ,
          
           
             And
             'gainst
             the
             Voting
             Houses
             welcom'd
             War
             :
          
           
             After
             Imprison'd
             by
             their
             force
             the
             King
             ,
          
           
             To
             whom
             for
             Peace
             they
             'd
             duly
             nothing
             bring
             .
          
           
             Incited
             thus
             ,
             a
             hasty
             March
             they
             made
             ,
          
           
             And
             Colchester
             well
             Strengthen'd
             with
             their
             aid
             :
          
           
             Resolv'd
             their
             Enemies
             there
             to
             withstand
             ,
          
           
             And
             Conquer
             ,
             when
             besieg'd
             ,
             by
             Armed
             hand
             .
          
           
             Whose
             Garrison
             Numbers
             could
             not
             soon
             prepare
          
           
             Materialls
             for
             their
             bold
             subsistance
             there
             :
          
           
             No
             Granaries
             they
             ,
             wanting
             Time
             ,
             could
             sill
             ,
          
           
             Or
             Magazins
             of
             shot
             that
             Foes
             should
             kill
             :
          
           
             Nor
             leisure
             had
             they
             Regular
             line
             to
             form
             ,
          
           
             ●hilst
             nobler
             Fortify'd
             to
             repulse
             Storm
             ,
          
           
             ●n
             Courage
             they
             for
             their
             defence
             rely
             ,
          
           
             Eowe're
             assaulted
             by
             the
             Enemy
             .
          
           
           
             When
             Fairfax
             soon
             his
             Army
             thither
             guides
             ;
          
           
             Contriving
             ,
             their
             distress
             ,
             all
             ways
             besides
             .
          
           
             And
             in
             his
             first
             Attempt
             perceiv'd
             the
             Town
          
           
             To
             bravely
             Man'd
             ,
             by
             onset
             to
             be
             won
             .
          
           
             Where
             
               Goring
               ,
               Capell
               ,
               Lyle
            
             ,
             and
             Lucas
             were
             ,
          
           
             And
             famous
             Chiefs
             ,
             who
             to
             increase
             siles
             there
             ,
          
           
             Like
             Common
             Militants
             ,
             for
             Glory's
             sake
             ,
          
           
             Did
             ranks
             of
             Foot
             and
             Horse
             more
             Gallant
             make
             .
          
           
             Which
             Fairfax
             sinding
             ,
             by
             Wars
             saser
             mode
             ,
          
           
             He
             timely
             straightens
             them
             with
             want
             of
             food
             .
          
           
             That
             Famine
             might
             force
             them
             to
             yield
             at
             last
             ,
          
           
             Since
             no
             Hearts
             long
             can
             fight
             whose
             Mouths
             do
             Fast.
          
           
             Thus
             leaving
             him
             before
             this
             Leagur'd
             Town
             ,
          
           
             My
             Muse
             a
             prospect
             takes
             of
             what
             was
             done
          
           
             By
             Cromwells
             Conduct
             ,
             as
             he
             March'd
             through
             Wales
             ,
          
           
             Where
             'gainst
             the
             Valiant
             Welsh
             he
             soon
             prevails
             ;
          
           
             And
             Gallant
             
               Owen
               ,
               Powell
               ,
               Laughorn
               ,
               Poyer
               ,
            
          
           
             With
             others
             fam'd
             ,
             made
             Captive
             by
             his
             Power
             .
          
           
             Which
             being
             done
             ,
             and
             full
             subdu'd
             that
             Clime
             :
          
           
             His
             furious
             Soul
             does
             next
             delay
             no
             time
             ,
          
           
           
             That
             he
             with
             Scottish
             Hambleton
             might
             meet
             ,
          
           
             And
             him
             in
             Field
             by
             armed
             force
             defeat
             .
          
           
             At
             Preston
             soon
             these
             opposite
             Armies
             fought
             ,
          
           
             Where
             this
             Scotch
             Duke
             receiv'd
             a
             Totall
             rout
             .
          
           
             Nor
             could
             brave
             Langdail
             with
             his
             Loyall
             Powers
             ,
          
           
             Joyn'd
             with
             this
             Peer's
             ,
             prevail
             by
             bloud
             those
             hours
             :
          
           
             When
             adverse
             Fortune
             had
             inclin'd
             to
             bring
          
           
             Ruine
             on
             all
             ,
             that
             by
             War
             serv'd
             their
             King.
          
           
             And
             more
             admir'd
             ,
             because
             this
             battells
             day
          
           
             The
             odds
             of
             Number
             on
             the
             Kings
             side
             lay
             .
          
           
             As
             hapless
             had
             some
             Risings
             been
             before
             ,
          
           
             In
             Surrcy
             made
             against
             the
             Houses
             Power
             :
          
           
             Which
             *
             Holland
             did
             ,
             and
             Loyall
             Nobles
             Head
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             bloud
             lost
             were
             swiftly
             vanquished
             .
          
           
             So
             ominously
             did
             Stars
             that
             time
             conspire
             ;
          
           
             As
             best
             Men
             were
             deprest
             ,
             and
             bad
             rais'd
             higher
             .
          
           
             Thus
             Fatall
             War
             had
             Royalists
             undone
          
           
             A
             Second
             Time
             ,
             and
             every
             Strong
             hold
             won
          
           
           
             But
             Colchester
             ,
             where
             unto
             highest
             Glory
             ,
          
           
             The
             deeds
             of
             Heroes
             fix
             their
             Fame
             on
             Story
             ;
          
           
             Full
             forty
             days
             had
             th●y
             been
             distress'd
             there
             ,
          
           
             By
             all
             the
             Miseries
             of
             Cruell
             War
             :
          
           
             Their
             numbers
             much
             impair'd
             by
             bloudy
             Fights
             ,
          
           
             And
             wasted
             by
             long
             hardships
             days
             and
             Nights
             .
          
           
             When
             Fairfax
             and
             his
             Mirmidons
             thought
             sit
             ,
          
           
             That
             straits
             should
             force
             that
             City
             to
             submit
             :
          
           
             As
             Monster
             famine
             ,
             whose
             hungry
             Hectic
             kills
             ,
          
           
             And
             seems
             to
             eat
             ,
             tho'
             her
             Gorge
             never
             fills
             ,
          
           
             When
             her
             devourings
             Jaws
             and
             Bowells
             wast
             ,
          
           
             And
             them
             compell
             to
             Pining
             deaths
             at
             last
             :
          
           
             Did
             by
             degrees
             her
             Ghastly
             Visage
             Spread
          
           
             In
             Colchester
             ,
             where
             scarce
             was
             Meat
             or
             Bread
             :
          
           
             And
             could
             not
             long
             or
             healthfully
             sustain
          
           
             Valours
             ,
             that
             nobly
             did
             that
             place
             maintain
             .
          
           
             To
             Forrage
             Fields
             they
             often
             foes
             assayl'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             sustain'd
             lives
             as
             that
             way
             they
             prevail'd
             :
          
           
             When
             their
             bold
             Swords
             did
             food
             the
             Aged
             give
             ,
          
           
             And
             Mothers
             ,
             on
             whose
             breasts
             ,
             did
             Insants
             live
             .
          
           
           
             Some
             Virgins
             wept
             in
             Fear
             what
             would
             betide
          
           
             The
             Men
             to
             whom
             their
             Souls
             had
             been
             ally'd
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             other
             Females
             ,
             more
             Heroique
             hold
             ,
          
           
             To
             aid
             their
             Lovers
             durst
             sierce
             weapons
             hold
             :
          
           
             And
             like
             Virago's
             with
             locks
             loosly
             spread
          
           
             On
             Naked
             breasts
             ,
             and
             tuck'd
             up
             Vests
             did
             speed
          
           
             Their
             ready
             Courage
             to
             defend
             the
             Post
             ,
          
           
             That
             then
             requir'd
             such
             fierce
             assistance
             most
             .
          
           
             Thus
             bravely
             had
             they
             Loyalty
             endear'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             neither
             Enemies
             Swords
             nor
             famine
             fear'd
             :
          
           
             Resolv'd
             whilst
             they
             life's
             sinews
             could
             sustain
             ,
          
           
             Tho'
             by
             course
             food
             ,
             no
             Force
             the
             Town
             should
             gain
             .
          
           
             Flavira
             now
             return'd
             from
             Forreign
             soyls
             ,
          
           
             Where
             she
             experienc'd
             more
             her
             Martiall
             Toyls
             ;
          
           
             And
             hearing
             of
             this
             City's
             sad
             estate
             ,
          
           
             With
             what
             thence
             might
             unto
             her
             Lyle
             relate
             :
          
           
             By
             quickest
             means
             had
             gather'd
             Loyall
             force
             ,
          
           
             Compos'd
             of
             Reliques
             of
             brove
             Langdall's
             Horse
             ,
          
           
             Which
             joyn'd
             with
             others
             that
             dispersed
             were
             ,
          
           
             As
             Holland
             rose
             in
             Surrey
             to
             make
             War
             ,
          
           
           
             About
             an
             hundred
             Cavaliers
             in
             Sum
             ,
          
           
             As
             from
             Fame's
             Lists
             they
             to
             us
             Number'd
             come
             ;
          
           
             Who
             deeming
             that
             she
             was
             some
             youthfull
             Chief
          
           
             Imploy'd
             to
             give
             the
             Royal
             Cause
             relief
             ,
          
           
             Gladly
             did
             to
             her
             sprightly
             Conduct
             yield
             ,
          
           
             As
             she
             to
             lead
             'em
             had
             appear'd
             in
             Field
             :
          
           
             Discreetly
             cautious
             ,
             as
             that
             time
             requir'd
             ,
          
           
             When
             for
             Brave
             Deeds
             men
             secretly
             Conspir'd
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             want
             of
             Circumspection
             ost
             did
             bring
          
           
             Ruine
             to
             such
             as
             Rose
             to
             serve
             their
             King.
          
           
             Her
             Tru●●
             Bla●●-a-Moor
             Page
             to
             Lysle
             she
             sent
             ,
          
           
             Letting
             him
             know
             by
             Letter
             her
             intent
          
           
             Was
             ,
             with
             that
             Party
             ,
             t'wards
             the
             Town
             she
             led
             ,
          
           
             To
             aid
             him
             there
             or
             leave
             her
             person
             dead
             .
          
           
             And
             where
             the
             posted
             Enemy
             she
             'd
             charge
             ,
          
           
             And
             by
             her
             Prowess
             match
             to
             him
             enlarge
             ;
          
           
             Resolv'd
             that
             she
             ,
             by
             days
             next
             Early
             break
             ,
          
           
             Would
             this
             attempt
             with
             her
             best
             Conduct
             make
             .
          
           
             Obliging
             him
             ,
             whate're
             might
             her
             befall
             ,
          
           
             That
             he
             'd
             her
             Name
             and
             Sex
             conceal
             to
             all
             .
          
           
           
             This
             Message
             highly
             did
             Fam'd
             Lysle
             surprize
             ,
          
           
             Her
             danger
             weigh'd
             ,
             and
             ●ed
             extremities
          
           
             The
             Town
             endur'd
             ,
             which
             could
             not
             many
             hours
             ,
          
           
             In
             all
             respects
             ,
             withstand
             opposing
             powers
             .
          
           
             Yet
             much
             admir'd
             her
             Loyalty
             and
             Love
             ,
          
           
             That
             would
             thus
             signally
             their
             worth
             approve
             :
          
           
             Tho'
             with
             a
             Lovers
             great
             and
             tender
             Mind
             ,
          
           
             He
             wish'd
             no
             Perills
             to
             her
             Glory
             joyn'd
             .
          
           
             But
             judging
             that
             she
             would
             not
             now
             recede
          
           
             From
             Acting
             what
             this
             juncture
             she
             decreed
             ,
          
           
             As
             honour
             and
             Assections
             brave
             Effort
             ,
          
           
             Did
             to
             her
             Soul
             with
             Fames
             best
             pride
             resort
             :
          
           
             Soon
             he
             determin'd
             ,
             when
             she
             should
             Invade
          
           
             Their
             Common
             Enemies
             ,
             that
             he
             'd
             her
             valour
             aid
             .
          
           
             Imploring
             Sta●s
             her
             pe●son
             to
             desend
             ,
          
           
             And
             make
             her
             Victr●ss
             ,
             tho'
             his
             Life
             they
             end
             .
          
           
             By
             help
             of
             Nigh●
             his
             Answer
             to
             her
             came
             ,
          
           
             Her
             Page
             in
             passing
             having
             Swam
             a
             stream
             ;
          
           
             And
             now
             as
             soon
             as
             Mornings
             Blushing
             light
          
           
             Streak'd
             the
             Horison's
             Cheek
             ;
             to
             Furious
             Fight
          
           
           
             The
             dauntless
             Virgin
             led
             her
             Party
             on
             ,
          
           
             And
             from
             the
             daring
             Foes
             had
             passage
             won
             :
          
           
             As
             Lyle
             to
             aid
             her
             boldly
             then
             assail'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             thus
             both
             Lovers
             equally
             prevail'd
             .
          
           
             When
             to
             their
             Camp
             their
             sierce
             opposers
             fled
             ,
          
           
             And
             of
             their
             Numbers
             left
             some
             persons
             dead
             .
          
           
             Impow'r'd
             by
             Victory
             these
             Lovers
             met
             ,
          
           
             What
             Martial
             Glory
             e're
             appear'd
             so
             great
             ;
          
           
             Their
             greeting
             such
             ,
             as
             in
             some
             glorious
             Field
          
           
             One
             Armed
             Chies
             would
             to
             another
             yield
             :
          
           
             When
             to
             endear
             their
             Valours
             prosp'rous
             toyl
          
           
             The
             heart
             rejoyceth
             as
             the
             Eye
             doth
             smile
             .
          
           
             Tho'
             Love
             't
             is
             sure
             did
             in
             their
             looks
             convey
          
           
             Some
             intermixtures
             of
             his
             kindest
             Ray.
          
           
             But
             how
             to
             serve
             her
             who
             such
             deeds
             had
             done
          
           
             For
             his
             Affection
             ,
             and
             her
             Souls
             renown
             ;
          
           
             Not
             less
             his
             thought
             Imploy'd
             ,
             then
             caus'd
             his
             grief
             ,
          
           
             As
             hopeless
             he
             judg'd
             Colchesters
             relief
             :
          
           
             Where
             sood
             was
             wanted
             to
             support
             the
             brave
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             Valours
             did
             that
             place
             to
             wonder
             save
             :
          
           
           
             Doubting
             lest
             fair
             Flavira
             there
             might
             ●nd
          
           
             Distress
             ,
             which
             above
             all
             would
             grieve
             his
             mind
             .
          
           
             Howe're
             his
             Soul
             did
             signs
             of
             Comsort
             place
          
           
             Upon
             his
             looks
             ,
             for
             joy
             to
             see
             her
             Face
             .
          
           
             Whose
             kindness
             with
             such
             Grandeur
             could
             appear
             ,
          
           
             As
             she
             might
             least
             his
             straits
             or
             perill
             sear
             .
          
           
             And
             now
             ,
             as
             they
             retir'd
             towards
             the
             Town
             ,
          
           
             Discoursing
             of
             some
             deeds
             in
             War
             were
             done
             :
          
           
             The
             Enemy
             did
             force
             in
             Ambush
             lay
             ,
          
           
             To
             Cut
             off
             them
             as
             they
             withdrew
             that
             way
             :
          
           
             Furious
             the
             Conssict
             was
             ,
             as
             Love
             did
             Guide
             ,
          
           
             And
             Noblest
             Valour
             Engaged
             on
             their
             side
             .
          
           
             When
             sometimes
             Lyle
             did
             sighting
             interpose
          
           
             'Twixt
             her
             and
             peals
             of
             shot
             ,
             and
             Swords
             of
             Foes
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             she
             ,
             his
             wond'rous
             Courage
             to
             requite
             ,
          
           
             Her
             Person
             him
             defends
             by
             dang'rous
             Fight
             .
          
           
             Fame
             tells
             that
             she
             ,
             by
             Combat
             then
             in
             Field
             ,
          
           
             Had
             a
             Fifth-Monarch
             brawny
             Champion
             kill'd
             :
          
           
             And
             how
             an
             Antinomian's
             Head
             she
             lopt
             ,
          
           
             That
             for
             a
             space
             upon
             Earths
             surface
             hopt
             .
          
           
           
             Which
             seen
             the
             Amazed
             Enemy
             retir'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             at
             more
             distance
             his
             lowd
             Musquets
             fir'd
             .
          
           
             These
             Acts
             she
             did
             ,
             and
             doubtless
             more
             had
             done
             ,
          
           
             Had
             not
             a
             shot
             ,
             too
             dismally
             was
             strong
             ,
          
           
             Her
             Armour
             pierc'd
             and
             body
             by
             its
             force
             ,
          
           
             That
             dying
             she
             was
             falling
             from
             her
             Horse
             ;
          
           
             Till
             Lyle
             ,
             full
             griev'd
             ,
             had
             staid
             her
             on
             her
             Steed
             ,
          
           
             At
             which
             her
             Soul
             reviv'd
             with
             so
             much
             speed
             ,
          
           
             As
             her
             Arm
             closely
             did
             his
             neck
             embrace
             ,
          
           
             And
             seem'd
             to
             kiss
             him
             with
             her
             dying
             face
             .
          
           
             Astonishmen●
             and
             sorrow
             fill'd
             his
             breast
             ,
          
           
             More
             then
             by
             words
             and
             Tears
             could
             be
             exprest
             :
          
           
             In
             which
             sad
             posture
             back
             with
             her
             he
             mov'd
             ,
          
           
             Her
             snow-white
             arm
             yet
             circ'ling
             him
             she
             lov'd
             .
          
           
             But
             as
             he
             stood
             oblig'd
             by
             her
             request
             ,
          
           
             Resolv'd
             that
             uuto
             none
             should
             be
             Confest
          
           
             Her
             Name
             and
             Sex
             :
             and
             next
             as
             Time
             gave
             leave
             ,
          
           
             With
             Decency
             convey'd
             her
             to
             her
             Grave
             ;
          
           
             Whate're
             account
             the
             future
             Age
             may
             gain
          
           
             Of
             this
             fam'd
             Heroine
             bury'd
             thus
             or
             slain
             .
          
           
           
             So
             Fatally
             had
             Love
             a
             period
             here
             :
          
           
             When
             soon
             the
             worst
             extremities
             of
             War
          
           
             The
             Town
             endur'd
             ,
             as
             want
             of
             foods
             support
          
           
             Enfeebl'd
             Nerves
             of
             Heroes
             and
             th'Effort
          
           
             Of
             bravest
             Militants
             ,
             who
             now
             Lament
          
           
             That
             they
             can't
             longer
             keep
             Curst
             Famines
             Lent
             ;
          
           
             And
             that
             the
             hungry
             Housewife
             Nature
             should
          
           
             So
             meanly
             Humane
             Composition
             Mold
             ;
          
           
             As
             unfed
             Bowells
             might
             the
             Soul
             distress
             ,
          
           
             Altho'
             Immortal
             ,
             when
             for
             food
             they
             press
             .
          
           
             Thus
             had
             Complain'd
             the
             Valiant
             late
             and
             strong
             ,
          
           
             Impair'd
             by
             Fights
             and
             Hunger
             suffer'd
             long
             :
          
           
             And
             saw
             their
             stoutest
             Soldiers
             Famish'd
             dye
             ;
          
           
             Or
             kill'd
             ,
             near
             starv'd
             ,
             when
             fought
             the
             Enemy
             .
          
           
             The
             Steed
             that
             had
             couragiously
             before
          
           
             His
             Gallant
             Rider
             in
             fierce
             charges
             bore
             ,
          
           
             Now
             fall'n
             in
             Crest
             and
             shrunk
             in
             Body
             stood
          
           
             Imploring
             ,
             of
             his
             wanting
             Master
             ,
             food
             .
          
           
             Who
             then
             instead
             of
             yielding
             him
             relief
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             strength
             by
             routing
             Foes
             had
             fav'd
             his
             Life
             ,
          
           
           
             Ingratefull
             made
             by
             Famines
             rigid
             Force
             ,
          
           
             Murders
             ,
             to
             feed
             himself
             ,
             his
             belov'd
             Horse
             .
          
           
             Yet
             even
             this
             food
             too
             soon
             their
             Persons
             spend
             ,
          
           
             That
             sust'ring
             did
             thus
             Col●●●ster
             defend
             :
          
           
             When
             Carcasses
             of
             Steeds
             that
             tainted
             lay
          
           
             In
             Fields
             ,
             where
             shot
             did
             them
             and
             Riders
             slay
             ,
          
           
             By
             Force
             they
             seize
             ,
             their
             Valour
             to
             sustain
             ,
          
           
             Till
             this
             vild
             Meat
             no
             longer
             they
             could
             gain
             .
          
           
             Thus
             Famine
             ,
             still
             encroaching
             ,
             them
             Compell'd
          
           
             On
             Warlike
             Terms
             unto
             their
             〈◊〉
             to
             yield
             .
          
           
             Which
             Fairfax
             did
             Indefinite
             Mercy
             c●ll
             ,
          
           
             Tho'
             by
             their
             coment
             not
             then
             meant
             to
             all
             :
          
           
             As
             that
             false
             Court
             of
             War
             condemn'd
             to
             dye
             ,
          
           
             Brave
             Lyle
             and
             Lucas
             ,
             to
             their
             Insamy
             .
          
           
             The
             wicked
             Ireton
             whose
             subtle
             Tongue
             ,
          
           
             And
             Pen
             ,
             had
             Mischiefs
             dispers'd
             all
             along
             ;
          
           
             Demurest
             seem'd
             ,
             with
             his
             White-Liver'd
             Face
             ,
          
           
             When
             his
             Soul
             Bloudy
             ●nds
             design'd
             apace
             .
          
           
             And
             'gainst
             these
             renown'd
             Chiefs
             had
             Impious
             spite
             ,
          
           
             Because
             their
             Conducts
             worsted
             his
             by
             Fight
             :
          
           
           
             Whose
             wiles
             had
             now
             his
             easy
             Gen'ral
             won
          
           
             To
             kill
             these
             Heroes
             in
             Cold
             Bloud
             with
             Gun.
          
           
             Thus
             Cromwell
             whilst
             he
             Manag'd
             other
             War
          
           
             In
             Ireton
             had
             his
             Cruel
             Deputy
             here
             ,
          
           
             Who
             with
             his
             bold
             Associate
             Mis●reants
             lay'd
          
           
             The
             Tragick
             Scene
             which
             Colchesler
             display'd
             :
          
           
             And
             unto
             Englands
             lasting
             shame
             could
             kill
          
           
             Their
             fellow-Natives
             by
             their
             Merc'less
             will.
          
           
             Whilst
             
               Goring
               ,
               Capell
            
             ,
             for
             succeeding
             fate
             ,
          
           
             Must
             on
             the
             Houses
             dismall
             sentence
             wait
             .
          
           
             These
             Noble
             persons
             ,
             Great
             in
             Soul
             and
             Birth
             ,
          
           
             Strove
             to
             o'recome
             ,
             when
             Men
             ,
             the
             shame
             of
             Earth
             ,
          
           
             Their
             King
             Imprison'd
             ,
             and
             by
             wicked
             Guilt
          
           
             The
             Bloud
             of
             Subjects
             barbarously
             spilt
             :
          
           
             Whilst
             they
             ,
             from
             perfect
             Magnitude
             of
             mind
             ,
          
           
             Were
             more
             then
             Stars
             to
             aid
             their
             Monarch
             kind
             .
          
           
             And
             should
             disloyal
             Arms
             still
             prosp'rous
             prove
             ,
          
           
             Resolv'd
             the
             Conquer'd
             Cause
             they
             'd
             dying
             〈◊〉
             .
          
           
           
             Or
             if
             enforc'd
             at
             Lawless
             *
             Bars
             to
             stand
             ,
          
           
             They'd
             defy
             Rebells
             without
             Armed
             Hand
             :
          
           
             Deeming
             if
             there
             vilde
             power
             their
             death
             design
             ,
          
           
             'T
             would
             Honour
             add
             unto
             their
             Noble
             Line
             .
          
           
             Brave
             Lucas
             first
             must
             by
             their
             direfull
             rage
          
           
             Be
             brought
             to
             dye
             on
             their
             appointed
             Stage
             :
          
           
             By
             Starrs
             design'd
             his
             Theatre
             of
             Fame
             ,
          
           
             Where
             his
             last
             act
             most
             Elevates
             his
             Name
             .
          
           
             Serene
             and
             Resolute
             appear'd
             his
             Brow
             ,
          
           
             As
             when
             in
             Fields
             he
             fac'd
             the
             Armed
             Foe
             ;
          
           
             Or
             from
             disastrous
             War
             endur'd
             distress
             ,
          
           
             That
             could
             no
             Greatness
             of
             his
             mind
             suppress
             ;
          
           
             Who
             thus
             beholding
             the
             Commanded
             Files
          
           
             Ordain'd
             to
             kill
             him
             by
             his
             Enemies
             :
          
           
             And
             how
             amongst
             spectators
             some
             there
             were
          
           
             That
             for
             him
             wept
             ,
             whilst
             he
             did
             shed
             no
             Tear.
          
           
           
             With
             an
             Erected
             Countenance
             thus
             said
             ,
          
           
             Death's
             ghastly
             prospect
             no
             surprize
             has
             made
          
           
             In
             Lucas
             ,
             who
             would
             not
             by
             Mercy
             Live
             ,
          
           
             If
             Begg'd
             to
             take
             it
             ,
             which
             the
             guilty
             give
             .
          
           
             Nor
             can
             their
             Guns
             or
             all
             their
             pointed
             Steel
             ,
          
           
             Give
             me
             more
             wounds
             then
             gladly
             I
             would
             feel
             :
          
           
             If
             killing
             me
             they
             would
             their
             Crimes
             relent
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             their
             Injur'd
             King
             ,
             on
             Knees
             ,
             repent
             :
          
           
             Then
             bids
             'em
             boldly
             shoot
             against
             his
             Breast
             ,
          
           
             Whilst
             in
             his
             Looks
             such
             courage
             he
             exprest
             ,
          
           
             As
             Valiant
             *
             Scaeva
             did
             for
             Caesar's
             sake
             ,
          
           
             When
             he
             by
             Num'rous
             shot
             did
             Life
             for
             sake
             .
          
           
             Next
             whom
             ,
             stout
             Lyle
             his
             Tragick
             Scene
             must
             end
             ,
          
           
             By
             the
             same
             Guns
             that
             slew
             his
             Valiant
             Friend
             .
          
           
             Death
             he
             before
             had
             wish'd
             ,
             as
             he
             beheld
             ,
          
           
             In
             Cruel
             Fight
             ,
             his
             Dear
             Flavira
             kill'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             had
             from
             Loves
             Impulse
             then
             sought
             to
             dye
          
           
             By
             desp'rate
             charges
             of
             the
             Enemy
             :
          
           
           
             Had
             not
             his
             Loyalty
             and
             publique
             Spirit
             ,
          
           
             Been
             more
             endear'd
             by
             him
             then
             his
             Loves
             Merit
             .
          
           
             Not
             much
             he
             spoke
             ,
             resolv'd
             that
             Actions
             more
          
           
             Should
             win
             on
             hearts
             ,
             that
             would
             his
             worth
             explore
             :
          
           
             And
             witness
             how
             brave
             Subject
             and
             best
             friend
          
           
             In
             him
             conspicuous
             were
             to
             his
             Lifes
             end
             :
          
           
             Who
             as
             he
             Lucas
             body
             did
             perceive
             ,
          
           
             Lying
             near
             the
             place
             where
             death
             he
             should
             receive
             ,
          
           
             Often
             he
             kiss'd
             his
             friends
             yet
             dying
             Face
             ,
          
           
             And
             whilst
             he
             kiss'd
             his
             Eyes
             shed
             Tears
             apace
             .
          
           
             Then
             with
             expanded
             Arms
             their
             shot
             receives
             ,
          
           
             As
             his
             last
             word
             his
             Murtherers
             forgives
             .
          
           
             Thus
             dy'd
             these
             Chiefs
             ,
             above
             what
             verse
             can
             blaze
             ,
          
           
             At
             least
             such
             here
             ,
             as
             would
             Inscribe
             their
             praise
          
           
             Longer
             then
             Sculptur'd
             Lines
             in
             Marble
             tell
             ,
          
           
             How
             Gloriously
             at
             *
             Colchester
             they
             fell
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           The
           TENTH
           BOOK
           .
        
         
           
             The
             Argument
             .
          
           
             
               Wars
               last
               great
               stake
               at
               Colchester
               thus
               won
               ,
            
             
               The
               Bloudy
               Armies
               Insolence
               Improves
               ,
            
             
               As
               on
               the
               Houses
               Members
               they
               Impose
               ,
            
             
               And
               violate
               the
               Treaty
               with
               the
               King.
            
             
               In
               shape
               of
               Friend
               the
               Devill
               Cromwell
               Tempts
            
             
               By
               w●ck●dest
               Ambition
               to
               aspire
               .
            
             
               The
               ●ray●'rous
               Court
               and
               Characters
               describ'd
            
             
               That
               Murder'd
               by
               their
               Doo●
               K.
               Charles
               the
               First
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             THE
             Army
             Leaders
             who
             by
             Faithless
             guilt
          
           
             Had
             Cruelly
             Heroick
             Bloud
             thus
             spilt
             :
          
           
             Soon
             sound
             how
             English
             hearts
             their
             deeds
             did
             hate
             ,
          
           
             And
             wish'd
             the
             Authors
             an
             accursed
             fate
             .
          
           
             T'Imprison'd
             King
             ,
             whose
             Soul
             had
             hop'd
             to
             hear
          
           
             Some
             happy
             progress
             of
             that
             furious
             War
             ,
          
           
             (
             Which
             his
             Brave
             Subjects
             for
             his
             Scepters
             Aid
          
           
             And
             pers'nal
             safety
             Loyally
             had
             made
             )
          
           
           
             Too
             soon
             ,
             alas
             ,
             descern'd
             the
             sad
             Novell
          
           
             That
             told
             what
             them
             and
             Colchester
             befell
             ,
          
           
             And
             how
             the
             Valiant
             Lyle
             and
             Lucas
             were
             ,
          
           
             In
             Cold
             Bloud
             kill'd
             ,
             by
             Conquering
             Rebells
             there
             .
          
           
             Heroick
             
               Capell
               ,
               Goring
            
             ,
             and
             of
             Fame
          
           
             A
             many
             Chiefs
             whom
             verse
             here
             needs
             not
             name
             ,
          
           
             Forc'd
             to
             surrender
             and
             attend
             the
             will
          
           
             Of
             Tyrant
             Subjects
             as
             they
             'd
             save
             or
             kill
             .
          
           
             Which
             Tydings
             Hammond
             by
             the
             Juncto
             made
          
           
             Their
             Sovereigns
             Jaylor
             ,
             boastingly
             convey'd
             :
          
           
             In
             hope
             that
             Grief
             his
             Kings
             Soul
             might
             depress
             ,
          
           
             As
             his
             Tongue
             durst
             these
             Horrid
             facts
             express
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             Guns
             ,
             for
             wicked
             Joy
             ,
             from
             Carisbrook
             Towers
             ,
          
           
             And
             shouts
             of
             Foes
             divulg'd
             these
             dreadfull
             Hours
             .
          
           
             The
             Royal
             Breast
             where
             streams
             of
             sorrow
             flow'd
             ,
          
           
             Above
             what
             Parent
             e're
             for
             Children
             show'd
             ,
          
           
             Piously
             did
             in
             Secret
             Thought
             complain
          
           
             That
             he
             should
             Live
             ,
             at
             that
             Time
             ,
             King
             in
             vain
             :
             
          
           
           
             Since
             Heaven
             did
             not
             his
             Sword
             and
             prayers
             allow
          
           
             Mighty
             enough
             the
             wicked
             to
             subdue
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             grievously
             restrain'd
             ,
             he
             heard
             the
             Sounds
          
           
             Of
             his
             best
             Subjects
             deaths
             ,
             and
             Kingdoms
             wounds
             .
          
           
             Wishing
             that
             Heaven
             had
             his
             Lifes
             end
             decreed
             ,
          
           
             When
             Bravest
             Men
             for
             his
             just
             cause
             did
             bleed
          
           
             At
             Keinton-field
             ,
             or
             Naseby's
             Fatall
             Toyls
             ,
          
           
             Where
             as
             a
             Soveraign
             Chief
             he
             led
             bold
             Files
             .
          
           
             Or
             if
             Clandestine
             Fate
             must
             be
             his
             doom
             ,
          
           
             Why
             did
             not
             *
             Rolph
             to
             kill
             him
             sooner
             come
             ,
          
           
             Or
             was
             discover'd
             e're
             his
             Piistoll
             shot
          
           
             King
             Charles
             had
             ended
             by
             their
             shortest
             Plot
             ;
          
           
             Then
             to
             their
             shame
             let
             him
             surviving
             see
          
           
             A
             longer
             series
             of
             their
             Villany
             .
          
           
             Happier
             he
             thought
             was
             Second
             Edwards
             fall
             ,
          
           
             Or
             Richards
             ,
             next
             to
             that
             ,
             deplor'd
             by
             all
             :
          
           
           
             Since
             by
             a
             quicker
             guilt
             ,
             usurped
             Power
          
           
             Forc'd
             on
             their
             distress'd
             Lives
             their
             dying
             hour
             .
          
           
             So
             Seldom
             prison'd
             Monarchs
             period
             have
          
           
             Other
             ,
             then
             Murder'd
             laid
             within
             a
             grave
             .
          
           
             Yet
             how'ere
             dreadfull
             unto
             humane
             sense
             ,
          
           
             Such
             terrors
             might
             their
             dismall
             shapes
             dispense
             ,
          
           
             He
             Judg'd
             ,
             in
             Prince
             ,
             't
             was
             next
             the
             Sin
             of
             Fear
          
           
             To
             apprehend
             Fates
             steps
             ,
             however
             near
             ;
          
           
             If
             Impious
             Men
             who
             had
             no
             right
             to
             Live
             ,
          
           
             Could
             killing
             power
             unto
             Deaths
             Scepter
             give
             .
          
           
             Resolv'd
             ,
             what'ere
             his
             foes
             'gainst
             him
             design'd
             ,
          
           
             His
             glory
             to
             his
             Soul
             should
             still
             be
             Joyn'd
             :
          
           
             Cofirm'd
             by
             patience
             full
             to
             undergo
             ,
          
           
             What
             Royall
             fortitude
             could
             suffering
             show
             .
          
           
             And
             as
             these
             words
             unto
             himself
             he
             said
             ,
          
           
             A
             Circling
             Flame
             around
             his
             head
             display'd
             ;
          
           
             Is
             not
             some
             brightest
             Angells
             spreading
             wing
             ,
          
           
             That
             did
             to
             him
             Caelestial
             comfort
             bring
             .
          
           
             As
             thus
             the
             King
             divinely
             great
             here
             spent
          
           
             Severest
             hour's
             of
             his
             Imprisonment
             :
          
           
           
             His
             Loyall
             friends
             ,
             far
             more
             concern'd
             th●n
             〈◊〉
             ,
          
           
             Fear'd
             that
             their
             Soveraign
             would
             soon
             Murder'd
             be
             :
          
           
             As
             Fame's
             bold
             Tongue
             dispers'●ly
             did
             relate
          
           
             Deeds
             that
             Conspir'd
             with
             that
             sad
             Juncture's
             date
             .
          
           
             And
             as
             swist
             means
             such
             horrors
             did
             convey
             ,
          
           
             By
             Fatall
             accident
             they
             pass'd
             a
             way
          
           
             That
             near
             was
             unto
             Rosalin's
             abode
             ,
          
           
             Where
             then
             her
             Woman
             walking
             on
             a
             Rode
             ,
          
           
             Had
             met
             a
             Passenger
             that
             did
             declare
          
           
             How
             Lucas
             dy'd
             and
             Lyle
             at
             Colchester
             .
          
           
             She
             having
             been
             by
             Wise
             H●rmander
             taught
          
           
             That
             by
             her
             means
             no
             Tydings
             should
             be
             brought
          
           
             Unto
             her
             Lady
             ,
             that
             her
             heart
             might
             grieve
             ,
          
           
             Or
             worst
             of
             wounds
             for
             Lucas
             death
             receive
             .
          
           
             This
             prudent
             Female
             having
             these
             words
             weigh'd
             ;
          
           
             T'
             amuse
             fair
             Rosaline
             ,
             on
             purpose
             made
          
           
             ●…story
             ,
             that
             no
             other
             stress
             display'd
             ,
          
           
             Then
             that
             great
             Lucas
             was
             by
             Foes
             decree
          
           
             Banish'd
             his
             Country
             for
             his
             Loyalty
             .
          
           
           
             Having
             on
             purpose
             so
             contriv'd
             this
             Tale
             ,
          
           
             As
             't
             did
             not
             only
             Lucas
             death
             conceal
             ,
          
           
             But
             to
             her
             Lady
             apt
             occasion
             give
          
           
             To
             travel
             ,
             where
             she
             thought
             he
             yet
             might
             Live.
          
           
             When
             Rosaline
             did
             graciously
             Address
          
           
             All
             that
             her
             thanks
             and
             wonder
             could
             express
          
           
             Unto
             Hermander
             ,
             bidding
             him
             farewell
             ;
          
           
             And
             next
             declar'd
             she
             was
             resolv'd
             to
             dwell
          
           
             By
             choice
             an
             Exile
             in
             Outlandish
             Clime
             ,
          
           
             Hoping
             abroad
             to
             hear
             in
             happy
             time
          
           
             Of
             her
             Lov'd
             Lucas
             :
             where
             her
             womans
             Care
          
           
             Long
             kept
             sad
             Truth
             from
             coming
             to
             her
             ear
             .
          
           
             But
             how
             her
             person
             she
             dispos'd
             when
             known
          
           
             His
             fatall
             Loss
             ,
             or
             how
             she
             did
             bemoan
          
           
             Her
             Lov
             's
             Misfortune
             ,
             verse
             can't
             fully
             say
             ,
          
           
             Or
             in
             what
             Cloyster
             was
             her
             ending
             day
             .
          
           
             Thus
             Noblest
             passions
             deepest
             did
             deplore
          
           
             The
             Impious
             progress
             of
             Usurping
             power
             :
          
           
             Whilst
             in
             this
             Nation
             no
             Just
             state
             of
             Life
             ,
          
           
             But
             did
             Lament
             that
             War
             's
             prodigious
             strife
             .
          
           
           
             When
             Haughty
             Cromwell
             did
             in
             Embrio
             Lay
          
           
             Aspiring
             thoughts
             ,
             to
             rise
             a
             future
             day
             .
          
           
             If
             he
             could
             first
             his
             Soveraigns
             Life
             destroy
             ,
          
           
             And
             next
             by
             Bold
             degrees
             his
             Throne
             Injoy
             .
          
           
             To
             aid
             which
             ends
             he
             Bloudy
             Men
             Cajol'd
             ,
          
           
             That
             for
             King-killing
             were
             alike
             him
             Soul'd
             .
          
           
             But
             these
             thoughts
             caus'd
             some
             strugling
             in
             his
             breast
             ,
          
           
             As
             guilt
             of
             Conscience
             would
             have
             them
             supprest
             ;
          
           
             Tho'
             at
             a
             time
             when
             his
             proud
             heart
             was
             Swell'd
             ,
          
           
             By
             routing
             the
             Scotch
             *
             Duke
             ,
             and
             risings
             quell'd
          
           
             Throughout
             the
             Nation
             ,
             which
             the
             Royall
             side
          
           
             Did
             unsuccessfully
             that
             Season
             guide
             .
          
           
             One
             Evening
             as
             he
             Towards
             London
             went
             ,
          
           
             Pondring
             past
             deeds
             and
             what
             to
             come
             he
             Meant
             :
          
           
             His
             Inward
             horror
             did
             his
             Soul
             assail
             ,
          
           
             And
             'gainst
             his
             dire
             ambition
             did
             prevail
          
           
             So
             far
             ,
             that
             now
             his
             haughty
             Minde
             did
             yield
          
           
             To
             force
             of
             Conscience
             all
             his
             Bosom's
             field
             .
          
           
           
             And
             as
             he
             thus
             awhile
             had
             walk'd
             alone
          
           
             Near
             to
             a
             lofty
             Grove
             perceiv'd
             by
             None
             :
          
           
             Fix'd
             to
             the
             Ground
             ,
             on
             sudden
             ,
             his
             feet
             seem'd
             ,
          
           
             As
             he
             upright
             then
             stood
             in
             trance
             ,
             or
             dream'd
             ;
          
           
             Amaz'd
             his
             looks
             ,
             erected
             was
             his
             hair
             ,
          
           
             Like
             one
             that
             did
             some
             dismall
             object
             fear
             .
          
           
             When
             for
             more
             wonder
             round
             him
             figures
             stood
             ,
          
           
             That
             from
             their
             Bosom
             's
             t'wards
             him
             spouted
             bloud
             :
          
           
             Like
             streams
             that
             from
             the
             Marble
             Image
             flow
             ,
          
           
             Whos
             's
             Sculptur'd
             shape
             does
             some
             ●am'd
             person
             show
             .
          
           
             Their
             visage
             resolute
             as
             he
             had
             beheld
          
           
             Them
             sighting
             ,
             or
             in
             fu●ious
             Battle
             kill'd
             .
          
           
             But
             as
             amongst
             these
             he
             did
             *
             Cavendish
             view
             ,
          
           
             And
             s●w
             the
             wounds
             that
             his
             brave
             person
             slew
             ;
          
           
             And
             call'd
             to
             mind
             the
             whisper
             that
             he
             gave
          
           
             Which
             caus'd
             the
             death
             of
             this
             Illustrious
             Brave
             ;
          
           
             As
             he
             unliors'd
             Surrounded
             was
             by
             Foes
             ,
          
           
             And
             stead
             of
             quarter
             received
             killing
             Blows
             :
          
           
           
             Unto
             remorse
             his
             Soul
             did
             him
             affright
             ,
          
           
             And
             seem'd
             to
             wish
             he
             never
             more
             should
             sight
             .
          
           
             Admiring
             that
             throughout
             his
             wicked
             part
             ,
          
           
             No
             Sword
             or
             Bullet
             had
             yet
             Pins'd
             his
             heart
             .
          
           
             Thus
             far
             did
             strength
             of
             Conscience
             over-rule
          
           
             Horrid
             Designes
             of
             his
             Aspiring
             Soul
             ,
          
           
             Inciting
             him
             to
             hate
             his
             former
             Cant
             ,
          
           
             And
             Specious
             guilding
             of
             his
             black
             Intent
             ,
          
           
             Whence
             he
             might
             Simulations
             past
             deplore
             ,
          
           
             And
             vow
             by
             which
             he
             promis'd
             to
             restore
          
           
             His
             Gracious
             Soveraign
             when
             at
             *
             Redding
             he
          
           
             Weeping
             assur'd
             that
             act
             of
             Loyalty
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             Conscience
             thus
             her
             Ensigns
             had
             display'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             by
             resistless
             Onsets
             victrix
             made
             :
          
           
             He
             thought
             he
             now
             could
             happily
             awake
             ,
          
           
             When
             all
             these
             figures
             that
             before
             did
             take
          
           
           
             Their
             Sangnine
             Station
             to
             affright
             his
             eyes
             ,
          
           
             By
             saddest
             Instance
             of
             their
             Tragedies
             ,
          
           
             Appear'd
             no
             more
             ,
             nor
             had
             left
             signe
             of
             Bloud
          
           
             Where
             he
             thought
             they
             had
             round
             him
             bleeding
             stood
             .
          
           
             At
             which
             rejoyc'd
             ,
             on
             Bended
             knees
             he
             pray'd
          
           
             That
             their
             death's
             guilt
             might
             not
             on
             him
             be
             laid
             .
          
           
             And
             thus
             his
             Crazy
             Conscience
             for
             a
             while
          
           
             Past
             deeds
             resented
             ,
             and
             the
             wicked
             Toyl
          
           
             Design'd
             by
             him
             in
             future
             ,
             'till
             his
             eye
             ,
          
           
             As
             he
             was
             kneeling
             ,
             did
             to
             wonder
             spy
          
           
             A
             Throne
             ,
             that
             from
             Earths
             Bowells
             seem'd
             to
             rise
          
           
             Adorn'd
             with
             all
             Majestique
             Dignities
             .
          
           
             At
             which
             ,
             tho
             something
             penitent
             in
             Trance
             ,
          
           
             He
             could
             not
             chuse
             but
             cast
             a
             Liquorish
             Glance
             .
          
           
             As
             when
             a
             Wolf
             does
             see
             his
             belov'd
             prey
             ,
          
           
             He
             Licks
             his
             Jaws
             and
             turns
             his
             Eyes
             that
             way
             ;
          
           
             Altho'
             his
             Entralls
             had
             been
             Clogg'd
             with
             store
          
           
             Of
             Carnage
             that
             he
             had
             devour'd
             before
             :
          
           
             So
             did
             this
             Man
             ,
             as
             he
             the
             Throne
             had
             view'd
             ,
          
           
             Aud
             from
             that
             Object
             appetite
             renew'd
             .
          
           
           
             But
             as
             he
             saw
             the
             Bloudy
             streams
             and
             Rills
             ,
          
           
             That
             sprung
             from
             Vales
             as
             well
             as
             highest
             hills
             ,
          
           
             Till
             Joyn'd
             in
             Current
             ,
             'twixt
             him
             and
             the
             Throne
             ,
          
           
             They
             in
             a
             Crimson
             River
             seem'd
             to
             run
             .
          
           
             This
             Vision
             more
             then
             t'other
             him
             assrights
             ,
          
           
             Who
             thought
             it
             caus'd
             ,
             to
             tempt
             him
             ,
             by
             Hells
             sprights
             .
          
           
             When
             three
             times
             a
             strong
             voice
             bids
             Cromwell
             come
             ,
          
           
             And
             boldly
             seize
             a
             Royal
             empty
             Room
             .
          
           
             I
             can't
             ,
             he
             answer'd
             ,
             and
             behold
             this
             Scene
          
           
             Of
             Horrors
             ,
             to
             my
             Conscience
             ,
             Intervene
             .
          
           
             Then
             Conscience
             ,
             not
             Ambition
             is
             the
             Choice
          
           
             Of
             Haughty
             Cromwell
             ,
             Laughing
             said
             this
             voice
             .
          
           
             Next
             personated
             unto
             him
             appears
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             a
             *
             Friends
             embrace
             this
             Chief
             endears
             ;
          
           
             Having
             in
             Soul
             ,
             a
             Patriot
             been
             ,
             some
             say
             ,
          
           
             That
             had
             in
             Body
             fought
             a
             certain
             day
          
           
           
             At
             Chalgrave-field
             ,
             and
             there
             did
             wounds
             receive
          
           
             That
             did
             his
             Mortal
             life
             a
             period
             give
             :
          
           
             Bidding
             the
             Mighty
             Cromwell
             from
             him
             know
             ,
          
           
             That
             there
             was
             no
             such
             thing
             as
             Hell
             below
             :
          
           
             Or
             Malefactor
             damn'd
             at
             Pluto's
             Court
             ,
          
           
             Which
             he
             assur'd
             ,
             and
             smiling
             made
             his
             sport
          
           
             At
             all
             such
             Tales
             ;
             Nay
             ask'd
             him
             if
             he
             thought
             ,
          
           
             As
             he
             his
             figure
             freely
             to
             him
             brought
             ,
          
           
             That
             Souls
             had
             ever
             felt
             Insernal
             pains
             ,
          
           
             Or
             in
             Hells
             Newgate
             dragg'd
             about
             their
             Chains
             .
          
           
             Who
             without
             leave
             ,
             if
             call'd
             by
             Grand
             Import
             ,
          
           
             Can
             to
             aid
             Mortalls
             Night
             and
             Day
             resort
             .
          
           
             Then
             handing
             Cromwell
             ,
             howe're
             yet
             in
             dream
             ,
          
           
             Boldly
             Conducts
             him
             o're
             the
             bloudy
             stream
             ;
          
           
             Bidding
             him
             look
             if
             Sanguine
             Tincture
             lay
          
           
             Upon
             his
             person
             as
             he
             pass'd
             that
             way
             .
          
           
             The
             Chief
             admir'd
             to
             see
             on
             him
             remain
          
           
             No
             spot
             ,
             as
             he
             through
             Bloud
             of
             Thousands
             slain
          
           
           
             Had
             thought
             he
             mov'd
             ;
             and
             to
             the
             Feind
             declar'd
          
           
             That
             Fopp-like
             Dreaming
             he
             had
             Conscience
             fear'd
             ;
          
           
             Which
             never
             more
             enfeeble
             should
             his
             mind
             ,
          
           
             Or
             from
             his
             Speech
             a
             Nomination
             find
             ,
          
           
             Other
             then
             as
             he
             'd
             speciously
             Cajole
          
           
             Such
             Factions
             ,
             as
             for
             ends
             ,
             he
             meant
             to
             Fool.
          
           
             Then
             swell'd
             in
             heart
             upon
             the
             Throne
             he
             sits
             ,
          
           
             Where
             being
             Rob'd
             ,
             Hells
             sprights
             ,
             like
             to
             some
             Witts
             ▪
          
           
             Whose
             eloquence
             did
             him
             in
             future
             treat
          
           
             When
             he
             with
             Grandeur
             took
             his
             Princely
             seat
             :
          
           
             In
             Long
             and
             Short
             Robes
             did
             they
             Reverence
             pay
             ;
          
           
             As
             some
             did
             there
             both
             Canting
             speak
             ,
             and
             pray
             .
          
           
             A
             Monstrous
             Register
             of
             Hells
             vast
             size
             ,
          
           
             That
             was
             to
             Book
             and
             Proclaim
             destinies
             ,
          
           
             Which
             by
             Fates
             Rigid
             Sisters
             had
             been
             spun
             ;
          
           
             To
             Crowds
             of
             Ghost
             ,
             with
             a
             hoarse
             Gyants
             Tongue
             ▪
          
           
             Declar'd
             ,
             the
             English
             Nation
             to
             despight
             ,
          
           
             That
             Mighty
             Noll
             ,
             the
             darling
             Son
             of
             Night
             ,
          
           
           
             After
             his
             horrid
             deeds
             did
             height
             obtain
             ,
          
           
             Should
             Bloudily
             Five
             years
             Protector
             Reign
             .
          
           
             Which
             words
             pronounc'd
             ,
             Dark
             Vapours
             overspread
          
           
             The
             Surface
             ,
             with
             which
             Mist-like
             vanished
          
           
             The
             Throne
             and
             Visions
             ,
             as
             himself
             he
             found
          
           
             Stretch'd
             out
             ,
             like
             to
             dead
             Corps
             ,
             upon
             the
             ground
             .
          
           
             Till
             waken'd
             from
             his
             Trance
             ,
             by
             some
             such
             Wind
          
           
             As
             blustring
             *
             Eolus
             did
             for
             him
             find
             ,
          
           
             When
             on
             his
             dying
             day
             the
             tumbling
             Sky
          
           
             Did
             rowl
             his
             Soul
             to
             sad
             Eternity
             :
          
           
             Upright
             he
             boldly
             stood
             ,
             and
             hop'd
             the
             Noise
          
           
             Did
             but
             resemble
             future
             Cannon
             Joys
             :
          
           
             Which
             from
             this
             Vision
             he
             judg'd
             should
             succeed
             ,
          
           
             As
             he
             resolv'd
             to
             heighten
             wicked
             Deed
             ;
          
           
             And
             by
             his
             daring
             Spirit
             Ghosts
             affright
             ,
          
           
             If
             they
             should
             him
             deterr
             by
             day
             or
             night
             .
          
           
           
             Like
             one
             ,
             whose
             fortune
             and
             his
             ●●most
             go●d
          
           
             Could
             have
             no
             other
             Fond
             then
             deeds
             of
             ●lo●●
          
           
             To
             dispose
             persons
             for
             his
             purpose
             ●●t
             ,
          
           
             He
             well
             Cajol'd
             the
             Men
             of
             Impious
             Wit
             :
          
           
             But
             most
             the
             Arm'd
             ,
             of
             whom
             then
             many
             were
          
           
             That
             o're
             their
             Nation
             strove
             to
             domineer
             .
          
           
             But
             lest
             they
             should
             not
             to
             his
             methods
             Bend
             ,
          
           
             As
             to
             aspire
             above
             them
             was
             his
             end
             ,
          
           
             He
             covertly
             does
             that
             Ambition
             Guide
             ,
          
           
             And
             seem'd
             but
             Instrumentall
             to
             their
             Pride
             :
          
           
             As
             their
             bold
             Power
             should
             King
             and
             Laws
             take
             down
             ,
          
           
             And
             be
             Joynt
             Sharers
             of
             a
             Conquer'd
             Crown
             .
          
           
             Soon
             with
             him
             
               Ireton
               ,
               Lambert
               ,
               Harrison
            
             joyn'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             others
             that
             as
             heinously
             combin'd
             :
          
           
             To
             whom
             this
             falsest
             Man
             ,
             thus
             Glozing
             spake
             ;
          
           
             How
             great
             I
             would
             your
             approv'd
             Valours
             make
          
           
             Heaven
             is
             my
             Witness
             ,
             as
             I
             zealous
             pray
             ,
          
           
             And
             seek
             God
             with
             you
             our
             s●elected
             way
             :
          
           
           
             If
             words
             of
             mine
             can
             prompt
             you
             to
             be
             wise
             ,
          
           
             And
             from
             Inferior
             Orbs
             to
             higher
             rise
             ,
          
           
             As
             you
             may
             spoils
             of
             Majesty
             soon
             seize
             ,
          
           
             And
             feast
             at
             will
             in
             Royal
             Palaces
             ;
          
           
             Where
             your
             brisk
             Wives
             with
             an
             exulting
             slame
          
           
             Shall
             you
             Embrace
             ,
             and
             in
             their
             Queens
             Beds
             Teem
             .
          
           
             Church
             and
             Crown
             Lands
             we
             will
             make
             spoils
             by
             force
             ,
          
           
             And
             Command
             Senats
             by
             bold
             Foot
             and
             Horse
             :
          
           
             If
             first
             the
             Soveraign
             owners
             bloud
             be
             spilt
             ,
          
           
             And
             '
             stead
             of
             us
             ,
             on
             him
             laid
             this
             Wars
             guilt
             .
          
           
             From
             which
             bold
             deed
             such
             powerfull
             rule
             will
             spring
             ,
          
           
             As
             shall
             have
             Rise
             from
             us
             without
             a
             King.
          
           
             These
             words
             when
             heard
             by
             men
             who
             before
             sought
          
           
             How
             vile
             designs
             might
             be
             to
             Issue
             brought
             ,
          
           
             Like
             Harpies
             waiting
             for
             a
             Luscious
             prey
             ,
          
           
             Agreed
             to
             fill
             their
             appetites
             his
             way
             .
          
           
           
             Who
             tho'
             their
             Masters
             with
             the
             King
             then
             were
          
           
             In
             *
             treaty
             to
             prevent
             all
             future
             War
             ;
          
           
             And
             near
             obtain'd
             such
             grants
             as
             without
             shame
          
           
             They
             could
             not
             Royal
             Condescensions
             name
             ;
          
           
             When
             they
             ask'd
             more
             then
             Subjects
             did
             become
             ,
          
           
             And
             left
             for
             Kingly
             Rule
             a
             narrow
             room
             :
          
           
             As
             Arm'd
             Usurpers
             they
             all
             Methods
             break
             ,
          
           
             And
             once
             again
             their
             King
             a
             Pris'ner
             make
             .
          
           
             Next
             purg'd
             the
             House
             of
             Members
             that
             did
             own
          
           
             Complyance
             by
             their
             Treaty
             with
             the
             Throne
             .
          
           
             When
             a
             Caball
             of
             Traytors
             left
             behind
             ,
          
           
             Of
             their
             vilde
             Senate
             ,
             horridly
             combin'd
          
           
             How
             a
             Prodigious
             Court
             they
             might
             devise
             ,
          
           
             That
             should
             the
             Murder
             of
             their
             King
             disguise
             :
          
           
             By
             such
             pretexts
             as
             sub'tly
             they
             'd
             Infuse
             ,
          
           
             And
             that
             way
             People
             ,
             the
             deed
             done
             ,
             Amuse
             .
          
           
           
             That
             fam'd
             *
             Appartment
             where
             to
             serve
             the
             State
             ,
          
           
             In
             happy
             times
             oft
             Lords
             and
             Commons
             Met
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             their
             Loyall
             Glory
             did
             Confer
             ,
          
           
             On
             means
             to
             make
             Kings
             great
             in
             Peace
             and
             War
             :
          
           
             Gave
             now
             reception
             to
             a
             Crew
             of
             Men
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             figures
             Liken'd
             Feinds
             in
             
             Pluto's
             den
             :
          
           
             When
             in
             their
             dismall
             shapes
             they
             Councells
             Joyn
             ,
          
           
             And
             vent
             with
             Forked
             Tongues
             their
             black
             design
             ;
          
           
             Whilst
             from
             Earth's
             deepest
             Caverns
             winds
             arise
          
           
             That
             Sigh
             as
             they
             'd
             Alarum
             Earth
             and
             Skys
             ,
          
           
             By
             telling
             how
             Hells
             Boldest
             Imps
             Imploy
          
           
             Wit
             ,
             more
             then
             usuall
             Wicked
             ,
             to
             Destroy
             .
          
           
             The
             Bloody
             Cromwell
             ,
             in
             whose
             Direfull
             Face
          
           
             His
             Nations
             Fatall
             Comet
             seem'd
             to
             Blaze
             ,
          
           
             Had
             Impious
             Men
             Inroll'd
             that
             by
             his
             skill
          
           
             Were
             guided
             to
             advance
             his
             Monstrous
             will.
          
           
           
             Ireton
             his
             Gastly
             Son
             in
             Law
             Accurst
             ,
          
           
             Prepar'd
             their
             Regicidall
             plotform
             first
             ;
          
           
             When
             Harison
             ,
             a
             Butchers
             Son
             by
             Birth
             ,
          
           
             Cruell
             by
             Nature
             like
             these
             Sons
             of
             Earth
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             Cold
             Bloud
             ,
             as
             fame
             his
             figure
             draws
             ,
          
           
             Instead
             of
             Beasts
             slew
             men
             to
             Glut
             his
             Cause
             :
          
           
             Thought
             he
             possess'd
             deservedly
             a
             Chair
          
           
             Amongst
             such
             Regicidall
             Patriots
             there
             .
          
           
             With
             whom
             had
             close
             Caball'd
             the
             Plodding
             Vane
             ,
          
           
             Who
             had
             more
             Subtile
             Theorems
             in
             his
             Brain
          
           
             Then
             Schoolmen
             teach
             when
             Ubi's
             they
             desine
             ,
          
           
             Or
             Entities
             which
             no
             Space
             can
             Consine
             .
          
           
             From
             some
             such
             resin'd
             Sistems
             perhaps
             He
          
           
             Resolv'd
             that
             Rules
             of
             State
             Immense
             should
             be
             .
          
           
             And
             if
             the
             Soveraign
             Power
             were
             laid
             aside
             ,
          
           
             Design'd
             no
             order
             Longer
             should
             abide
          
           
             Then
             the
             Ideas
             of
             his
             Brain
             should
             please
             ,
          
           
             That
             with
             no
             Government
             could
             be
             at
             ease
             .
          
           
           
             Who
             thought
             the
             Pop'lace
             but
             his
             Lump
             of
             Clay
             ,
          
           
             Which
             he
             'd
             ,
             Pro●ietheus
             like
             ,
             still
             ●old
             his
             way
             .
          
           
             And
             was
             for
             Pious
             phrase
             and
             Mene
             admir'd
          
           
             No
             less
             then
             if
             the
             Man
             had
             been
             inspir'd
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             Scot
             and
             Martin
             who
             did
             not
             pretend
          
           
             By
             Inspiration
             Men
             or
             State
             to
             mend
             ,
          
           
             Did
             from
             their
             Vicious
             Taint
             and
             Lawless
             Soul
             ,
          
           
             Avow
             that
             Change
             was
             Luxury
             of
             rule
             :
          
           
             And
             thought
             new
             Government
             was
             like
             fresh
             Choice
          
           
             Of
             Women
             they
             'd
             Lasciviously
             rejoyce
             .
          
           
             And
             as
             this
             Lustfull
             Tenent
             they
             explor'd
             ,
          
           
             In
             fancy
             they
             with
             the
             Republick
             whor'd
             .
          
           
             Thus
             these
             debauch'dly
             had
             their
             Wit
             employ'd
          
           
             That
             the
             best
             King
             and
             rule
             should
             be
             destroy'd
             ,
          
           
             By
             such
             pernicious
             Maxims
             they
             'd
             convey
             ,
          
           
             And
             Martin
             us'd
             at
             this
             Courts
             Meeting
             day
             :
          
           
             Letting
             'em
             know
             that
             in
             lowd
             Vulgars
             Name
          
           
             They
             must
             their
             Sovereign
             ,
             e're
             destroy'd
             ,
             defame
             ;
          
           
           
             And
             if
             the
             Charge
             ,
             by
             which
             King
             Charles
             shall
             dye
             ,
          
           
             Be
             call'd
             the
             Peoples
             ,
             who
             dare
             say
             we
             Lye.
          
           
             Well
             ,
             Answer'd
             Harrison
             ,
             thou
             hast
             d●vis'd
             ,
          
           
             For
             which
             thou
             Merits
             to
             be
             rebaptiz'd
          
           
             Amongst
             the
             Godly
             unto
             whom
             I
             Preach
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             asperse
             the
             Man
             did
             such
             words
             teach
             .
          
           
             Nor
             can
             ought
             *
             blacken
             more
             his
             Rule
             and
             Fame
             ,
          
           
             Then
             to
             sall
             Charg'd
             in
             the
             Lowd
             Peoples
             name
             .
          
           
             Thus
             they
             conspir'd
             as
             each
             here
             took
             their
             seat
             ,
          
           
             Where
             Regicides
             with
             plaudits
             them
             did
             Greet
             :
          
           
             And
             fully
             Number'd
             ,
             by
             their
             Mutual
             Vote
          
           
             Did
             Br●dsham
             their
             grim
             President
             promote
             ;
          
           
             Whose
             petty
             fogging
             Genius
             soon
             embrac'd
          
           
             That
             wicked
             Grandeur
             howe're
             Law
             debas'd
             .
          
           
             Which
             tells
             that
             if
             worst
             Cause
             be
             gainfull
             found
             ,
          
           
             'T
             will
             want
             no
             aid
             from
             Malefactor
             Gown'd
             .
          
           
           
             Hugon
             in
             Black
             Coat
             like
             Hells
             Pestor
             there
             ,
          
           
             As
             Feinds
             ,
             't
             is
             said
             ,
             sometimes
             that
             Livery
             were
             ,
          
           
             Dissembling
             of
             a
             Gospell
             Mene
             and
             face
             ,
          
           
             Pray'd
             for
             their
             sakes
             without
             all
             sense
             of
             Grace
             .
          
           
             And
             had
             't
             was
             thought
             by
             help
             of
             Witches
             spell
             ,
          
           
             Who
             was
             his
             Punck
             ,
             tho'
             Succubus
             to
             Hell
             ,
          
           
             Convey'd
             with
             Scripture
             such
             Prestigious
             sense
             ,
          
           
             As
             more
             Inflam'd
             their
             bloudy
             Impudence
             .
          
           
             This
             vast
             stupendious
             wickedness
             thus
             lay'd
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             Horrors
             did
             all
             Loyall
             hearts
             Invade
             ,
          
           
             And
             like
             worst
             prodigies
             that
             Men
             amuse
             ,
          
           
             More
             then
             unusual
             terrors
             did
             Infuse
             ;
          
           
             When
             some
             by
             grief
             were
             Metamorphis'd
             so
             ,
          
           
             As
             they
             Gray-hair'd
             before
             their
             time
             did
             show
             :
          
           
             More
             stunn'd
             with
             sorrow
             then
             in
             that
             sad
             day
          
           
             When
             London
             in
             vast
             heaps
             of
             Cindars
             lay
             ,
          
           
             And
             Crowds
             by
             Millions
             did
             with
             dread
             retire
          
           
             To
             Fields
             ,
             where
             Bedless
             they
             deplor'd
             the
             fire
             ;
          
           
           
             Hopeless
             that
             from
             her
             ashes
             e're
             should
             rise
          
           
             A
             Fairer
             Phoenix
             to
             delight
             their
             Eyes
             .
          
           
             In
             Zeal
             to
             Westminster
             a
             many
             went
             ,
          
           
             At
             Sacred
             Tombs
             of
             Sovereigns
             to
             Lament
             ,
          
           
             Doubting
             that
             Foes
             presumptuously
             would
             be
          
           
             With
             Royal
             Reliques
             there
             at
             Enmity
             .
          
           
             Or
             worse
             then
             Goths
             or
             Vandalls
             soon
             destroy
          
           
             Repose
             which
             dust
             of
             Monarchs
             did
             enjoy
             .
          
           
             Tho'
             to
             their
             wonder
             each
             Essigy'd
             Face
          
           
             Of
             Kings
             should
             weep
             ,
             to
             pitty
             this
             King's
             case
             :
          
           
             And
             the
             Fam'd
             Virgin
             *
             Queen
             with
             Blushes
             shed
          
           
             Tears
             ,
             in
             her
             sigure
             ,
             on
             her
             Marble
             Bed.
          
           
             One
             Man
             that
             Night
             who
             from
             devoutest
             Zeal
          
           
             Found
             means
             a
             while
             his
             Person
             to
             conceal
             .
          
           
             Address'd
             to
             Holy
             *
             Edwards
             sacred
             Shrine
          
           
             For
             Saint-like
             aid
             unto
             the
             Royal
             Line
             :
          
           
           
             When
             he
             conceiv'd
             a
             Voice
             thus
             to
             him
             said
             ,
          
           
             Heavens
             high
             permissive
             will
             must
             be
             obey'd
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             think
             Great
             Charles
             less
             Glorious
             shall
             dye
          
           
             Then
             Martyr'd
             for
             his
             steady
             Piety
             .
          
           
             Whose
             Faith
             ,
             tho'
             not
             call'd
             by
             Catholique
             Nam●
             ▪
          
           
             Shall
             have
             a
             Universall
             Christian
             Fame
             .
          
           
             And
             from
             the
             Merit
             of
             his
             Sacrifice
          
           
             Agrandiz'd
             shall
             the
             English
             Scepter
             rise
             ;
          
           
             And
             in
             a
             Second
             Charles
             and
             James
             dilate
          
           
             Above
             what
             e're
             in
             Brittish
             King
             was
             great
             .
          
           
             These
             accents
             utter'd
             ,
             or
             else
             fancy'd
             so
             ,
          
           
             As
             Thought
             sometimes
             may
             suture
             things
             foreshow
             ,
          
           
             This
             devout
             person
             from
             the
             shrine
             retir'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             as
             Heavens
             words
             th'
             Imagin'd
             speech
             admir'd
             .
          
           
             Thus
             holy
             Men
             sought
             Comforts
             from
             above
             ,
          
           
             Whilst
             Impious
             hearts
             were
             eager
             to
             remove
          
           
             The
             Life
             of
             Majesty
             ,
             and
             next
             that
             deed
          
           
             Settle
             a
             Deform'd
             Rule
             without
             a
             head
             .
          
           
           
             Cromwell
             ,
             whose
             Cous'ning
             face
             could
             Laugh
             or
             C●y
             ,
          
           
             As
             Grave
             or
             Comick
             was
             his
             Villany
             ,
          
           
             With
             feign'd
             Humility
             did
             them
             desire
             ,
          
           
             Not
             in
             the
             least
             to
             judge
             he
             would
             aspire
             ,
          
           
             But
             serve
             their
             Common
             ends
             ,
             like
             one
             that
             fought
          
           
             To
             raise
             their
             State
             ,
             whilst
             he
             no
             greatness
             sought
             ;
          
           
             Who
             to
             no
             An●alls
             did
             pretend
             or
             Line
             ,
          
           
             That
             could
             him
             more
             then
             private
             Life
             assign
             :
          
           
             Wishing
             his
             Wife
             and
             Children
             might
             partake
          
           
             No
             Blessing
             ,
             if
             sincere
             he
             did
             not
             speak
             .
          
           
             Thus
             he
             allur'd
             'em
             ,
             whilst
             his
             Inward
             Soul
          
           
             Smil'd
             to
             think
             how
             he
             'd
             their
             Ambition
             sool
             .
          
           
             And
             now
             their
             Bloudy
             Court
             presum'd
             to
             sit
             ,
          
           
             Where
             Bradshaw
             Mouth'd
             what
             he
             and
             they
             thought
             sit
             :
          
           
             Like
             Judge
             to
             Pluto
             was
             he
             seated
             there
             ,
          
           
             And
             Men
             ,
             that
             Feind-like
             his
             Pack'd-Jury
             were
             .
          
           
             Furious
             his
             looks
             ,
             his
             Gown
             high
             Crimson
             Red
             ,
          
           
             Who
             sate
             for
             Bloud
             and
             suitably
             was
             clad
             .
          
           
           
             If
             Poets
             past
             had
             like
             this
             heard
             of
             Court
             ,
          
           
             Their
             Indignation
             had
             rais'd
             their
             transport
          
           
             Beyond
             what
             they
             of
             Stygian
             Monsters
             tell
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             loathsom
             rout
             Tribunalls
             sills
             in
             Hell
             ;
          
           
             And
             had
             ,
             instead
             of
             those
             ,
             to
             us
             describ'd
          
           
             The
             Representment
             by
             ●mps
             here
             Contriv'd
             :
          
           
             Since
             never
             of
             Hells
             deeds
             ,
             or
             Earths
             'tis
             read
             ,
          
           
             That
             Goblins
             there
             or
             here
             so
             Judg'd
             their
             Head.
          
           
             Yet
             worse
             then
             such
             this
             wicked
             Court
             durst
             do
          
           
             Gainst
             the
             best
             Prince
             till
             then
             the
             World
             did
             know
             .
          
           
             Th'
             Excellent
             King
             being
             brought
             unto
             this
             place
             ,
          
           
             Where
             none
             of
             them
             deserv'd
             to
             see
             his
             face
             ,
          
           
             With
             reason
             ,
             as
             Majestique
             as
             his
             Cause
             ,
          
           
             Bassl'd
             their
             Sense
             ,
             and
             shew'd
             to
             them
             his
             Laws
             .
          
           
             But
             this
             must
             not
             confute
             their
             horrid
             Crime
             ,
          
           
             However
             Monstrous
             left
             to
             future
             Time
             :
          
           
           
             When
             soon
             their
             Haughty
             *
             Minos
             did
             reply
          
           
             That
             they
             could
             O'rerule
             pleas
             of
             Majesty
             ,
          
           
             By
             power
             ,
             which
             they
             held
             much
             a
             finer
             thing
          
           
             Then
             yielding
             due
             submission
             to
             their
             King
             ;
          
           
             Yet
             could
             not
             better
             reason
             for
             it
             give
             ,
          
           
             Then
             that
             it
             might
             with
             Vagabond
             Commons
             Live
             ;
          
           
             As
             these
             course
             representatives
             in
             fact
             allow'd
             ,
          
           
             Who
             had
             no
             other
             title
             to
             their
             Crowd
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             their
             Sollicitor
             ,
             Sputtering
             Cook
             ,
             did
             plead
             ,
          
           
             That
             Justice
             was
             by
             them
             too
             long
             delay'd
             :
          
           
             And
             of
             his
             Lordship
             much
             did
             it
             intreat
             ,
          
           
             To
             make
             their
             farce-Tribunal
             seem
             more
             great
             .
          
           
             As
             thus
             Currs
             did
             the
             Royal
             Lyon
             bait
             ,
          
           
             And
             by
             their
             forked
             Tongues
             design'd
             his
             fate
             ,
          
           
             Far
             more
             Inglorious
             then
             the
             pointed
             steel
          
           
             That
             Caesar
             did
             from
             Romes
             pack'd
             Senate
             feel
             .
          
           
           
             None
             there
             was
             found
             that
             durst
             by
             Loyal
             Speech
          
           
             This
             horrid
             Courts
             high
             wickedness
             Impeach
             :
          
           
             Untill
             a
             *
             Lady
             did
             with
             Grandeur
             say
          
           
             Words
             ,
             that
             her
             Husband
             should
             have
             own'd
             that
             day
             ,
          
           
             By
             which
             ,
             she
             did
             ,
             unto
             their
             guilt
             ,
             imply
          
           
             Their
             bold
             Contempt
             of
             Royal
             Dignity
             .
          
           
             So
             far
             the
             Woman
             did
             the
             Man
             out-do
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             power
             could
             not
             correct
             their
             fury
             now
             .
          
           
             Above
             Treasons
             height
             this
             Court
             soon
             Sentence
             pass'd
             ,
          
           
             Deeming
             time
             long
             whilst
             their
             Kings
             Life
             did
             last
             :
          
           
             That
             at
             his
             end
             ,
             Regalios
             of
             the
             Throne
             ,
          
           
             By
             Sacrilege
             before
             that
             time
             unknown
             ,
          
           
             Might
             with
             Church-Rapines
             to
             them
             Incom's
             yield
             ,
          
           
             As
             if
             the
             spoils
             of
             Heaven
             they
             'd
             won
             by
             Field
             .
          
           
             The
             Rebell
             Soldier
             who
             from
             Thirst
             of
             Gold
             ,
          
           
             And
             Lawless
             power
             ,
             thought
             conscience
             richly
             sold
             ,
          
           
           
             Conducted
             by
             the
             Scum
             of
             Humane-kind
             ,
          
           
             That
             on
             State
             Ruine
             had
             their
             rise
             design'd
             ;
          
           
             By
             sound
             of
             Trumpet
             and
             by
             beat
             of
             Drum
          
           
             Prepar'd
             for
             Triumph
             ,
             when
             the
             hour
             should
             come
             ,
          
           
             In
             which
             by
             a
             New-Modell'd
             Jewish
             way
             ,
          
           
             The
             King
             ,
             their
             Nations
             Saviour
             ,
             they
             would
             slay
             :
          
           
             And
             like
             Unchristned
             Files
             when
             Martyrs
             fell
             ,
          
           
             His
             Bloud
             by
             parcells
             for
             their
             Lucre
             sell.
          
           
             To
             fast
             and
             pray
             their
             *
             Leaders
             durst
             pretend
             ,
          
           
             When
             to
             no
             rules
             of
             Heaven
             their
             Souls
             did
             bend
             :
          
           
             And
             could
             their
             prayers
             so
             horridly
             Intrigue
             ,
          
           
             As
             they
             still
             more
             Improv'd
             with
             Hell
             their
             League
             .
          
           
             And
             since
             by
             Upstart
             force
             they
             much
             had
             won
             ,
          
           
             And
             Men
             of
             place
             and
             dignity
             undone
             ;
          
           
             They
             defy'd
             Scutch'ons
             because
             never
             said
          
           
             That
             Coats
             of
             Arms
             had
             Rebells
             famous
             made
             :
          
           
           
             Or
             such
             ,
             in
             Birth
             ,
             did
             with
             Plebcians
             snare
             ,
          
           
             And
             ought
             ,
             by
             right
             ,
             to
             be
             disarmed
             there
             .
          
           
             Yet
             this
             truth
             could
             not
             their
             course
             Pride
             abate
             ,
          
           
             Who
             raised
             were
             ,
             in
             spite
             of
             Fame
             ,
             by
             Fate
             .
          
           
             Their
             Rampant
             Wives
             and
             Daughters
             that
             before
          
           
             Had
             never
             comely
             Tire
             or
             Garment
             wore
             ,
          
           
             Now
             pamper'd
             with
             best
             Meat
             and
             pleasing
             Wine
             ,
          
           
             Chose
             their
             Gallants
             ,
             and
             ,
             Lady-like
             ,
             kiss'd
             fine
             .
          
           
             As
             thus
             deprav'd
             of
             Mankind
             did
             aspire
             ,
          
           
             And
             by
             their
             Monarch's
             death
             sought
             to
             rise
             higher
             :
          
           
             The
             Gen'rous
             English
             ,
             who
             in
             Field
             before
          
           
             Had
             bravely
             fought
             to
             aid
             Majestique
             power
             ,
          
           
             Now
             being
             con●in'd
             to
             homes
             and
             full
             opprest
          
           
             By
             Methods
             which
             the
             Juncto's
             Votes
             exprest
             :
          
           
             Wish'd
             that
             their
             sep'rate
             Numbers
             could
             unite
             ,
          
           
             And
             tho'
             disarm'd
             with
             Armed
             Rebells
             fight
             .
          
           
             When
             many
             hearts
             that
             had
             before
             endear'd
          
           
             The
             Senates
             Cause
             ,
             Abhorrers
             now
             appear'd
             ,
          
           
           
             As
             of
             that
             Body
             was
             a
             Faction
             made
          
           
             Of
             Men
             that
             endless
             Scenes
             of
             Mischief
             laid
             :
          
           
             And
             had
             appointed
             by
             their
             heinous
             power
             ,
          
           
             To
             the
             Worlds
             wonder
             ,
             their
             Kings
             dying
             hour
             .
          
           
             One
             worthy
             person
             who
             sometime
             had
             been
          
           
             A
             bold
             Complyer
             with
             the
             Houses
             Sin
             ,
          
           
             At
             Midnight
             time
             did
             to
             the
             place
             arrive
             ,
          
           
             Where
             a
             Caball
             was
             sitting
             to
             Contrive
          
           
             The
             Circumstance
             and
             manner
             of
             this
             deed
             ,
          
           
             That
             to
             the
             Nations
             shame
             was
             to
             succeed
             .
          
           
             Half
             Naked
             was
             he
             ,
             upright
             stood
             his
             hair
             ;
          
           
             And
             like
             distracted
             Man
             his
             Eyes
             did
             stare
             :
          
           
             Who
             to
             them
             these
             words
             spake
             —
          
           
             Dumb
             for
             some
             days
             I
             've
             been
             ,
             and
             at
             this
             time
          
           
             My
             Speech
             restor'd
             by
             Heaven
             to
             speak
             your
             Crime
             .
          
           
             Too
             long
             alas
             ,
             as
             my
             wounds
             may
             declare
             ,
          
           
             I
             was
             assistant
             to
             your
             Cause
             in
             War.
          
           
           
             And
             now
             my
             Soul
             Englighten'd
             is
             to
             know
          
           
             What
             guilt
             was
             Mine
             ,
             and
             how
             much
             worse
             you
             do
             .
          
           
             As
             you
             to
             Supreme
             wickedness
             Ascend
             ,
          
           
             And
             guide
             the
             blow
             meant
             for
             your
             Soveraigns
             end
             :
          
           
             In
             hope
             to
             plume
             your
             Junctos
             Callow
             State
             ,
          
           
             Which
             before
             fledg'd
             shall
             with
             you
             dissipate
             ;
          
           
             As
             your
             own
             Arm'd
             will
             ●leight
             your
             sway
             and
             birth
             ,
          
           
             And
             move
             you
             from
             your
             Seats
             with
             scornfull
             Mirth
             .
          
           
             Does
             Cromwell
             ,
             your
             Ulisses
             ,
             want
             deceit
             ,
          
           
             Or
             Soul
             that
             swells
             with
             hope
             of
             being
             great
             ;
          
           
             Tho'
             low
             your
             heads
             presumptuously
             he
             lays
             ,
          
           
             And
             for
             his
             Brow
             Usurp
             Imperial
             Bays
             .
          
           
             But
             when
             his
             Bloudy
             Rule
             shall
             have
             an
             end
             ,
          
           
             You
             shall
             with
             one
             another
             next
             Contend
             :
          
           
             Till
             Anar●hy
             ,
             the
             Leveller
             of
             State
             ,
          
           
             Does
             give
             your
             confus'd
             force
             a
             finall
             date
             ,
          
           
             As
             unto
             Royal
             Power
             without
             won
             field
             ,
          
           
             Your
             Armed
             Bands
             and
             Nations
             hearts
             shall
             yield
             ;
          
           
           
             Destin'd
             by
             Heaven
             ,
             as
             its
             restoring
             day
          
           
             The
             Throne
             shall
             have
             an
             Admir'd
             splendid
             way
             :
          
           
             When
             Regicidall
             Patriots
             soon
             shall
             find
          
           
             That
             'gainst
             their
             hearts
             an
             Arm
             of
             Steel's
             design'd
             .
          
           
             This
             and
             much
             more
             to
             me
             by
             Vision
             's
             shown
             ,
          
           
             Which
             I
             this
             dreadfull
             Night
             to
             you
             must
             own
             .
          
           
             And
             if
             Fates
             terrors
             may
             your
             hearts
             unsear
             ,
          
           
             Or
             slack
             the
             Iron
             Crimes
             yet
             harden'd
             there
             ,
          
           
             Know
             with
             affright
             and
             sorrow
             I
             beheld
          
           
             Your
             quarter'd
             Limbs
             on
             Towers
             and
             Steeples
             pil'd
             .
          
           
             And
             like
             your
             Treasons
             height
             erected
             high
             ,
          
           
             Heads
             that
             on
             Bodies
             here
             I
             now
             espy
             .
          
           
             And
             Cromwell
             think
             ,
             tho'
             Death-bed
             end
             you
             'l
             have
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             vast
             pomp
             born
             to
             an
             Usurp'd
             grave
             ,
          
           
             Where
             for
             base
             Glory
             ,
             amongst
             Royal
             du●t
             ,
          
           
             Your
             Carcasse
             shall
             be
             impudently
             thrust
             :
          
           
             That
             Sacred
             Vault
             it
             shall
             not
             desile
             long
             ,
          
           
             Before
             thy
             Bones
             with
             
             Tyburn-Rebells
             throng
             .
          
           
           
             And
             as
             thy
             head
             did
             Monstrously
             aspire
             ,
          
           
             Its
             Skeleton
             shall
             be
             advanced
             higher
          
           
             Then
             any
             loathed
             Skull
             whose
             brain
             with
             you
          
           
             Plotted
             both
             King
             and
             Nation
             to
             undo
             :
          
           
             Till
             yours
             and
             their
             vil'd
             reliques
             to
             dust
             fall
             ,
          
           
             As
             the
             Suns
             angry
             Eye
             will
             burn
             'em
             all
             .
          
           
             Enough
             I
             'ave
             said
             ,
             and
             if
             by
             heavens
             decree
          
           
             I
             'm
             Dumb
             again
             ,
             and
             still
             so
             doom'd
             to
             be
             ;
          
           
             The
             Sacred
             Power
             that
             prompted
             this
             address
             ,
          
           
             If
             penitenco
             it
             does
             on
             you
             impress
             ,
          
           
             Will
             grant
             ,
             for
             your
             sakes
             ,
             whensoe're
             I
             'm
             dead
             ,
          
           
             That
             on
             my
             Grave
             that
             Epitaph
             be
             read
             .
          
           
             The
             Cruel
             Grandees
             when
             they
             heard
             this
             speech
             ,
          
           
             That
             did
             their
             King-killing
             design
             Impeach
             ,
          
           
             On
             which
             they
             plac'd
             their
             Avaricio●s
             aim
             ,
          
           
             And
             thirst
             of
             Rule
             which
             did
             their
             hearts
             inflame
             :
          
           
             They
             bit
             their
             Lips
             ,
             and
             with
             a
             haughty
             frown
          
           
             Denoun●'d
             that
             he
             his
             Life
             should
             soon
             lay
             down
             ;
          
           
           
             Till
             when
             to
             their
             Loath'd
             Prison
             him
             they
             send
             ,
          
           
             And
             hasten
             with
             more
             rage
             their
             Monarchs
             end
             .
          
           
             Soon
             to
             the
             World
             did
             Fames
             loud
             Tongue
             relate
          
           
             The
             Kings
             distress
             and
             his
             sad
             Nations
             fate
             :
          
           
             When
             Forreign
             hearts
             no
             less
             then
             English
             strove
             ,
          
           
             For
             this
             Great
             Prince
             ,
             to
             blaze
             their
             grief
             and
             Love.
          
           
             As
             passionately
             their
             Souls
             did
             apprehend
          
           
             That
             just
             dominion
             every
             where
             would
             end
             :
          
           
             Since
             Englands
             rule
             in
             him
             ,
             on
             Earth
             the
             best
             ,
          
           
             Could
             not
             upon
             its
             Royal
             Fabrick
             rest
             .
          
           
             Thus
             as
             the
             World
             had
             one
             great
             Mourner
             been
             ,
          
           
             And
             fear'd
             the
             dire
             effects
             of
             Englands
             Sin
             ,
          
           
             As
             Kings
             and
             Subjects
             did
             at
             once
             lament
          
           
             The
             Horrid
             Nature
             of
             that
             President
             :
          
           
             Like
             which
             none
             burden'd
             e're
             the
             Tongue
             of
             Fame
             ,
          
           
             Or
             for
             Mans
             Overt-act
             had
             Treasons
             name
             ;
          
           
             That
             'gainst
             all
             Crowned
             Heads
             durst
             vent
             despight
             ,
          
           
             And
             vulgars
             give
             ,
             to
             rule
             at
             will
             ,
             bold
             right
             .
          
           
           
             Allaru●'d
             thus
             ,
             Sc●pters
             and
             Mighty
             States
          
           
             Soon
             own'd
             themselves
             this
             Junctos
             opposites
             .
          
           
             Yet
             did
             to
             serve
             King
             Charles
             so
             condescend
             ,
          
           
             As
             ,
             by
             their
             leave
             ,
             their
             Envoys
             low
             might
             bend
          
           
             To
             such
             who
             had
             no
             Right
             to
             seats
             they
             claim'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             for
             their
             Actings
             worser
             far
             defam'd
             .
          
           
             But
             when
             the
             August
             Deputies
             appear'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             Sov'raign
             Rule
             before
             vile
             Grandees
             clear'd
             ,
          
           
             Letting
             'em
             know
             th'
             Injustice
             of
             their
             cause
             ,
          
           
             With
             its
             offence
             to
             Majesty
             and
             Laws
             :
          
           
             By
             Natures
             Scepter
             to
             Mankind
             convey'd
             ,
          
           
             When
             the
             World
             her
             prime
             Monar●hy
             obey'd
             .
          
           
             Nor
             could
             they
             sever
             Ligaments
             of
             State
          
           
             Which
             Heaven
             did
             in
             the
             Souls
             of
             Men
             create
             .
          
           
             Tho'
             Fortunes
             sl●●
             has
             on
             your
             Nation
             past
             ,
          
           
             When
             for
             your
             side
             Wars
             winning
             Dye
             was
             cast
             ,
          
           
             Expect
             that
             she
             will
             soon
             her
             mean
             cheat
             scorn
             ,
          
           
             Since
             you
             it
             rais'd
             ,
             who
             to
             obey
             were
             born
             .
          
           
           
             And
             if
             with
             due
             submission
             you
             'l
             rely
          
           
             On
             duty
             ,
             and
             your
             Princes
             Clemency
             :
          
           
             Like
             Envoys
             from
             great
             States
             we
             'l
             Intercede
             ,
          
           
             And
             beg
             his
             Pardon
             for
             your
             boldest
             deed
             .
          
           
             The
             Grandees
             stung
             to
             hear
             these
             words
             addrest
             ,
          
           
             Which
             in
             the
             Worlds
             large
             sense
             their
             guilt
             exprest
             ,
          
           
             Bearing
             their
             Noses
             high
             presum'd
             to
             say
             ,
          
           
             That
             of
             their
             power
             and
             right
             they
             'd
             judge
             their
             way
             :
          
           
             What
             e're
             the
             dictates
             were
             that
             Forreign
             Prince
          
           
             Or
             testy
             .
             States
             by
             Narratives
             dispense
             ;
          
           
             Whose
             wav
             ▪
             ring
             Politicks
             ,
             like
             Winds
             that
             blow
          
           
             O're
             Seas
             their
             Envoys
             ,
             back
             and
             forward
             go
             :
          
           
             Whilst
             by
             a
             t●i●●ing
             Grandeur
             they
             assord
          
           
             Threats
             by
             Legations
             when
             fast
             sheath'd
             their
             Sword.
          
           
             Nor
             did
             we
             judg●
             when
             our
             Votes
             did
             decree
          
           
             The
             Ruine
             of
             the
             English
             Monarchy
             ,
          
           
             That
             Princes
             Souls
             ,
             where
             State
             Intrigues
             reside
             ,
          
           
             Could
             ●e
             to
             Kings
             Misfortune
             ●irm
             ally'd
             .
          
           
           
             Since
             by
             their
             practised
             Maxims
             more
             they
             fear
          
           
             A
             Monarchs
             Grandeur
             then
             employ
             their
             care
          
           
             To
             support
             Prince
             ,
             whose
             power
             successless
             falls
             ,
          
           
             Or
             rounded
             by
             Wars
             straits
             for
             their
             aid
             calls
             .
          
           
             This
             our
             assurance
             was
             when
             first
             we
             arm'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             next
             by
             bolder
             deeds
             the
             world
             allar'm'd
             ;
          
           
             When
             your
             great
             States
             were
             calmly
             lookers
             on
             ,
          
           
             Till
             our
             force
             had
             in
             field
             King
             Charles
             undone
             .
          
           
             Nor
             fear
             we
             ,
             as
             prov'd
             Legions
             us
             surround
             ,
          
           
             If
             denounc'd
             War
             on
             Sea
             and
             Land
             does
             sound
             .
          
           
             Which
             told
             your
             Masters
             ,
             Menacings
             they
             'l
             cease
             ,
          
           
             And
             Court
             us
             next
             to
             be
             ally'd
             by
             Peace
             .
          
           
             Thus
             spoke
             this
             daring
             Juncto
             ,
             swell'd
             with
             Pride
             ,
          
           
             As
             Crowns
             and
             States
             with
             scorn
             they
             vilify'd
             :
          
           
             Of
             which
             some
             where
             ,
             as
             verse
             must
             needs
             confess
             ,
          
           
             Who
             to
             their
             disrepute
             did
             soon
             address
             ,
          
           
             Below
             their
             greatness
             ,
             such
             barefac'd
             Intrigues
             ,
          
           
             As
             did
             with
             these
             vild
             Regicides
             make
             Leagues
             .
          
           
           
             And
             shews
             that
             Kings
             distress'd
             like
             other
             Mortalls
             find
          
           
             The
             Courtly
             World
             in
             words
             ,
             then
             deeds
             ,
             more
             kind
             .
          
           
             
               Great
               Brittains
            
             Queen
             who
             left
             no
             means
             untry'd
             ,
          
           
             That
             on
             this
             high
             concern
             could
             be
             apply'd
             ;
          
           
             Which
             she
             from
             Mighty
             Potentates
             obtain'd
             ,
          
           
             O're
             whom
             she
             judg'd
             her
             Royal
             Husband
             Reign'd
          
           
             A
             King
             of
             Hearts
             :
             And
             hop'd
             that
             she
             might
             hear
          
           
             (
             Since
             for
             his
             Life
             Crowns
             Intercessors
             were
             )
          
           
             Such
             comfort
             as
             would
             in
             her
             Soul
             allay
          
           
             The
             dismall
             thought
             of
             his
             Lifes
             ending
             day
             .
          
           
             But
             finding
             that
             unhappy
             rumours
             flew
          
           
             With
             sad
             Novells
             ,
             unto
             her
             grief
             found
             true
             ;
          
           
             Her
             Soul
             ,
             Heroick
             highly
             prov'd
             before
             ,
          
           
             Had
             chose
             that
             juncture
             to
             avow
             it
             more
             ,
          
           
             By
             all
             expressions
             that
             a
             Royal
             Wife
          
           
             Could
             make
             to
             save
             her
             King
             ,
             or
             with
             him
             end
             her
             Life
             .
          
           
             Who
             thought
             it
             was
             too
             Womanly
             to
             own
          
           
             That
             death
             should
             her
             destroy
             by
             grief
             alone
             ;
          
           
           
             Or
             not
             salute
             his
             Lip
             his
             dying
             day
             ,
          
           
             And
             next
             his
             fall
             ask
             death
             the
             self
             same
             way
             :
          
           
             Of
             her
             Kings
             vile
             Condemners
             did
             desire
          
           
             *
             Pass-port
             to
             him
             ,
             and
             with
             him
             to
             expire
             .
          
           
             This
             offer
             ,
             (
             tho'
             the
             Queen
             had
             been
             decreed
          
           
             By
             them
             to
             dye
             ,
             as
             they
             durst
             vote
             the
             deed
             )
          
           
             Was
             held
             too
             great
             for
             their
             Sense
             to
             allow
             ,
          
           
             Who
             wish'd
             her
             dead
             but
             fear'd
             to
             kill
             her
             so
             .
          
           
             Thus
             was
             the
             Period
             of
             this
             mighty
             King
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             end
             Three
             Kingdoms
             did
             to
             ruine
             bring
             ,
          
           
             Presented
             by
             all
             such
             unhumane
             spight
          
           
             As
             could
             display
             Men
             Monsters
             unto
             sight
             .
          
           
             When
             on
             a
             Scaffold
             rais'd
             by
             Crimson
             guilt
             ,
          
           
             The
             Sacred
             Royal
             bloud
             was
             to
             be
             split
             ;
          
           
             As
             in
             disguises
             ,
             worse
             then
             Hangings
             bear
          
           
             When
             Russian
             Murderers
             are
             figur'd
             there
             ,
          
           
           
             Two
             Persons
             were
             in
             Beards
             and
             Vizards
             found
             ,
          
           
             More
             dreadfull
             look'd
             then
             Bradshaw
             had
             sat
             gown'd
             :
          
           
             Design'd
             by
             wicked
             Execution
             to
             compleat
          
           
             What
             he
             pronounc'd
             on
             his
             false
             Judgment
             Seat.
          
           
             By
             armed
             ●iles
             that
             were
             to
             see
             him
             dead
             ,
          
           
             The
             Holy
             King
             to
             this
             dire
             Stage
             was
             led
             .
          
           
             Who
             but
             a
             Bishop
             ,
             whom
             his
             Soul
             had
             chose
          
           
             For
             his
             Attendant
             ,
             then
             desir'd
             to
             use
             ;
          
           
             When
             standing
             on
             this
             Peerless
             Trayt'rous
             floor
             ,
          
           
             His
             Royal
             Speech
             corrects
             their
             guilty
             power
             :
          
           
             Whilst
             gloriously
             ,
             exceeding
             humane
             Race
             ,
          
           
             Appear'd
             his
             words
             ,
             his
             gesture
             ,
             and
             his
             face
             .
          
           
             The
             Antick
             Villain
             ,
             who
             the
             Axe
             must
             hand
             ,
          
           
             Embolden'd
             was
             to
             strike
             by
             his
             Command
             .
          
           
             So
             highly
             great
             does
             his
             End
             raise
             his
             story
          
           
             Above
             what
             could
             have
             been
             his
             Earthly
             Glory
             :
          
           
             That
             even
             the
             Tragick
             Theatre
             of
             his
             fall
             ,
          
           
             Adds
             reverence
             ,
             by
             his
             death
             ,
             unto
             Whitehall
             .
          
        
         
           FINIS
           .
        
         
         
         
         
      
    
     
       
         Notes, typically marginal, from the original text
         
           Notes for div A44622-e2470
           
             *
             The
             City
             of
             York
             .
          
           
             *
             By
             Act
             of
             Parliament
             Ship-Money
             was
             damn'd
             ,
             by
             which
             and
             other
             Gracious
             Condescensions
             the
             King
             endeavour'd
             to
             prevent
             the
             future
             Miseries
             of
             his
             Nation
             .
          
           
             *
             Of
             Essex
             ,
             who
             was
             the
             first
             General
             ,
             and
             Head
             of
             this
             Grand
             Rebellion
             .
          
        
         
           Notes for div A44622-e7920
           
             *
             Sir
             Edmund
             Varney
             ,
             Standard-Bearer
             to
             King
             Charles
             tho
             First
             .
          
           
             a
             The
             King
             being
             Represented
             in
             his
             Standard
             with
             his
             Sword
             Drawn
             .
          
           
             b
             Sir
             John
             Smith
             .
          
        
         
           Notes for div A44622-e15440
           
             *
             A
             Name
             here
             us'd
             by
             Poetical
             License
             to
             describe
             in
             his
             Character
             the
             Sufferings
             of
             many
             Eminent
             Persons
             in
             behalf
             of
             the
             Crown
             .
          
           
             *
             A
             borrow'd
             Denomination
             to
             avoid
             what
             otherwise
             in
             his
             Character
             might
             reflect
             on
             the
             Honour
             of
             any
             known
             Name
             or
             Family
             .
          
           
             *
             Sir
             Arthur
             A●…on
             slain
             at
             the
             taking
             of
             Tredah
             by
             Oliver
             Cromwell
             ,
             where
             all
             that
             bore
             Arms
             were
             put
             to
             the
             Sword.
             
          
        
         
           Notes for div A44622-e29720
           
             *
             Supposed
             to
             be
             the
             then
             Dutchess
             of
             Richmond
             .
          
           
             *
             A
             Denomination
             under
             which
             is
             here
             described
             a
             Character
             of
             Science
             .
          
           
             *
             Archimedes
             the
             Famous
             Mathematician
             of
             Syracuse
             .
          
        
         
           Notes for div A44622-e37120
           
             *
             A
             great
             Plague
             in
             the
             Parliament
             Army
             soon
             after
             the
             Surrender
             of
             Redding
             .
          
           
             *
             Poetically
             said
             to
             be
             the
             God
             less
             of
             Piety
             and
             Justice
             .
          
           
             a
             Brother
             to
             the
             then
             Earl
             of
             Devonshire
             .
          
           
             b
             Who
             were
             both
             Slain
             as
             they
             led●
             their
             Cornish
             Countrymen
             .
             The
             first
             of
             whom
             Sr
             Bevil
             Greenville
             ,
             being
             kill'd
             at
             Lansdown
             ,
             as
             is
             afterwards
             ▪
             mention'd
             in
             this
             Poem
             ;
             and
             the
             other
             Sr
             Nicholas
             Slanning
             ,
             dying
             of
             a
             wound
             that
             he
             réceiv'd
             at
             the
             taking
             of
             Bristol
             .
          
           
             *
             Chalgrave-Field
             where
             Mr
             John
             Hampden
             was
             first
             said
             to
             be
             in
             Arms
             for
             the
             Parliament
             by
             raising
             the
             Militia
             in
             order
             to
             ●uppress
             the
             King's
             Commission
             of
             Array
             ,
             and
             in
             that
             Field
             afterwards
             received
             his
             Deaths
             wound
             .
          
           
             *
             The
             ●…ousie
             Disease
             ,
             of
             which
             he
             was
             reported
             ,
             about
             that
             time
             to
             dye
             o●
             ▪
             
          
           
             *
             Who
             in
             the
             breaking
             out
             of
             the
             Rebellion
             ,
             being
             forc'd
             from
             his
             Habitation
             in
             Somersetshire
             ,
             Retir'd
             for
             his
             Safety
             privately
             into
             Cornwall
             ,
             where
             he
             was
             not
             only
             worthily
             receiv'd
             by
             the
             Chief
             of
             that
             Country
             ,
             but
             as
             they
             Arm'd
             for
             the
             King
             entrusted
             to
             Command
             them
             .
          
           
             *
             This
             General
             mention
             ,
             intended
             to
             include
             an
             〈◊〉
             P●…ons
             as
             are
             most
             〈◊〉
             in
             Story
             ,
             i
             i●
             this
             a●
             〈◊〉
             〈◊〉
             of
             this
             Poem
             so
             to
             be
             understood
             that
             Prolixity
             may
             be
             avoided
             in
             repeating
             of
             proper
             Maines
             .
          
           
             a
             Sir
             George
             Loer
             ,
             a
             Gallant
             Gentleman
             ,
             then
             Major
             to
             the
             Regiment
             of
             Col.
             Thomas
             Howard
             ,
             since
             Earl
             of
             Berks
             ,
             Slain
             in
             this
             Battle
             .
          
           
             b
             That
             the
             Lord
             Dencourt
             was
             found
             Dead
             as
             is
             here
             describ'd
             is
             known
             from
             History
             .
          
           
             *
             By
             which
             is
             intimated
             both
             the
             Heroick
             end
             of
             this
             Gallant
             Person
             ,
             and
             the
             Noble
             T●tle
             of
             Baron
             of
             Lansdown
             given
             to
             his
             Posterity
             by
             King
             Charles
             〈◊〉
             Second
             .
          
           
             *
             A
             Large
             Borrough-Town
             in
             the
             Middle
             of
             Wiltshire
             .
          
           
             a
             A
             Lordship
             that
             did
             belong
             to
             the
             Earl
             and
             therefore
             speciously
             Nominated
             by
             Waller
             ,
             the
             better
             to
             disguise
             his
             intended
             design
             .
          
           
             b
             By
             the
             Author
             of
             this
             Poem
             Personally
             observ'd
             ,
             he
             being
             in
             Arms
             all
             the
             time
             of
             that
             Western
             Expedition
             .
          
           
             *
             One
             Pierce
             an
             Inhabitant
             of
             the
             Devises
             ,
             who
             discover'd
             to
             t●●
             Lord
             Hopton
             where
             for
             some
             time
             he
             had
             hidden
             Powder
             .
          
           
             *
             Call'd
             from
             the
             Village
             Adjacent
             Round-way-Hill
             or
             Down
             ,
             but
             since
             by
             way
             of
             Joque
             call'd
             Run-away-Hill
             ,
             Alluding
             to
             the
             confused
             flight
             of
             the
             Rebels
             there
             .
          
           
             *
             Hazelrig
             a
             Zealous
             Republican
             .
          
           
             *
             The
             reason
             for
             Introducing
             this
             Character
             is
             so
             fully
             give●…
             in
             the
             Third
             Book
             ,
             as
             it
             needs
             not
             be
             here
             repeated
             .
          
           
             *
             By
             whose
             Conduct
             Glocester
             was
             preserv'd
             ,
             tho'
             afterwards
             he
             had
             cause
             to
             repent
             it
             being
             persecuted
             by
             his
             own
             Party
             for
             not
             complying
             with
             their
             Antimonarchical
             Designs
             if
             not
             suspected
             to
             have
             remorse
             of
             Conscience
             for
             opposing
             of
             his
             Sovereign
             .
          
           
             *
             By
             whose
             Character
             I
             suppose
             the
             Reader
             may
             judge
             that
             the
             Infamous
             Hugh
             Peter
             ,
             who
             may
             not
             be
             improperly
             termed
             the
             most
             Artificial
             Canter
             of
             that
             time
             's
             Pulpit-Traytors
             was
             Intended
             ;
             〈◊〉
             he
             has
             the
             Authors
             consent
             so
             to
             understand
             this
             Nominal
             .
          
           
             *
             By
             which
             is
             Intimated
             the
             Attacque
             that
             was
             given
             by
             the
             Kings
             Cavalry
             ,
             Commanded
             by
             Prince
             Rupert
             ,
             to
             my
             Lord
             of
             Essex
             his
             Army
             marching
             to
             relieve
             Glocester
             near
             Stow
             an
             open
             Part
             of
             that
             Countrey
             .
          
           
             *
             A
             very
             Important
             Remark
             ,
             the
             Earl
             having
             left
             his
             Army
             in
             a
             Strait
             in
             Cornwall
             he
             took
             Shipping
             for
             London
             and
             left
             Skippon
             behind
             him
             to
             Treat
             for
             the
             Army
             of
             which
             the
             Infantry
             had
             Terms
             leaving
             Arms
             behind
             them
             ,
             their
             Horse
             having
             broken
             through
             one
             Wing
             of
             the
             Kings
             Army
             :
             These
             very
             men
             fought
             resolutely
             ,
             above
             others
             ,
             soon
             after
             at
             the
             Second
             Newberry
             Fight
             as
             is
             intimated
             here
             ,
             and
             in
             Fight
             were
             heard
             to
             express
             their
             desire
             to
             revenge
             the
             Kings
             success
             in
             Cornwall
             .
          
        
         
           Notes for div A44622-e46440
           
             *
             Their
             self-denying
             Ordinance
             so
             call'd
             ,
             because
             it
             allow'd
             no
             person
             of
             either
             House
             to
             have
             Military
             Command
             ,
             tho'
             purposely
             form'd
             to
             lay
             aside
             the
             Earl
             of
             Essex
             and
             some
             others
             〈◊〉
             him
             :
             notwithstanding
             which
             Cromwell
             was
             so
             favour'd
             as
             by
             particular
             dispensation
             to
             serve
             under
             Fairfax
             .
          
           
             *
             This
             manner
             of
             Gallantry
             in
             Lyle
             ,
             as
             a
             brave
             Incouragement
             to
             Militants
             ,
             whom
             he
             commanded
             at
             the
             sight
             above
             mention'd
             ,
             was
             observ'd
             by
             many
             ,
             and
             lest
             it
             should
             not
             have
             an
             Honourable
             Record
             from
             History
             is
             here
             mention'd
             .
          
           
             *
             In
             which
             as
             some
             write
             were
             kill'd
             on
             both
             fides
             Nine
             Thousand
             Men.
             
          
           
             *
             That
             some
             Numbers
             of
             Walloons
             were
             entertained
             by
             the
             41
             Parliament
             ,
             for
             their
             Military
             ●ervice
             ,
             is
             well
             known
             to
             all
             that
             are
             acquainted
             with
             that
             Time.
             
          
           
             *
             A
             Remarkable
             Parasite
             and
             Traytor
             as
             he
             is
             de●●ri●●d
             in
             the
             Third
             Book
             of
             this
             Poem
             .
          
        
         
           Notes for div A44622-e58430
           
             *
             Call'd
             Aurora
             by
             Poetical
             denomination
             .
          
           
             *
             The
             ●arl
             of
             Lindsey
             ,
             Lord
             Ashly
             ,
             Noble
             Collonel
             Russel
             ,
             all
             then
             Eminent
             Commanders
             under
             King
             Charles
             the
             First
             .
          
           
             *
             A
             Method
             in
             all
             the
             Martial
             parts
             of
             this
             Poem
             chiefly
             observ'd
             ,
             to
             avoid
             a
             prolix
             mention
             of
             Proper
             Names
             ,
             the
             Clogs
             of
             Poetry
             ,
             and
             are
             more
             properly
             enumerated
             by
             Historical
             relations
             .
          
           
             *
             He
             was
             Major-General
             to
             the
             Parliament
             Army
             ,
             as
             is
             mention'd
             before
             in
             this
             Poem
             ,
             and
             he
             was
             no
             less
             a
             knowing
             Commander
             ,
             then
             valiant
             in
             Person
             .
          
           
             *
             A
             Noble
             accomplish'd
             Person
             ,
             now
             living
             ,
             who
             Gallantly
             ●●fended
             that
             Town
             against
             all
             Opposers
             .
          
           
             *
             Said
             to
             have
             been
             a
             Taylor
             by
             Profession
             ▪
             
          
        
         
           Notes for div A44622-e68300
           
             *
             That
             the
             King
             by
             his
             touch
             did
             cure
             some
             persons
             that
             were
             brought
             to
             him
             ,
             being
             Infirm
             ,
             as
             above-mention'd
             ,
             during
             his
             Imprisonment
             in
             the
             Isle
             of
             Wight
             ,
             was
             cr●…ly
             Reported
             .
          
           
             *
             Duke
             Hambleton
             who
             before
             had
             been
             ,
             for
             some
             Miscarriages
             of
             his
             or
             doubted
             Loyalty
             ,
             Imprison'd
             by
             the
             King
             at
             Pendennis-Castle
             ,
             and
             being
             after
             freed
             ,
             march'd
             into
             England
             in
             the
             year
             1648
             and
             was
             taken
             ,
             and
             beheaded
             soon
             after
             by
             the
             Impious
             High-Court
             of
             Justice
             ,
             which
             wicked
             Tribunal
             had
             first
             Sentenced
             to
             death
             K.
             Charles
             the
             First
             .
          
           
             *
             The
             Earl
             of
             Holland
             who
             as
             the
             Chief
             Commander
             Rose
             with
             〈◊〉
             〈◊〉
             ●f
             Buckingham
             〈◊〉
             〈◊〉
             the
             Ld.
             ●rancis
             ,
             who
             was
             k●●d
             in
             that
             Action
             ,
             and
             other
             Persons
             of
             Quality
             .
          
           
             *
             This
             referrs
             ,
             for
             want
             of
             other
             Room
             in
             this
             Poem
             ,
             to
             the
             Tryalls
             of
             these
             two
             Peers
             before
             the
             then
             pretended
             High
             Court
             of
             Justice
             ,
             which
             was
             Subsequent
             to
             the
             death
             of
             King
             Charles
             the
             First
             ,
             when
             Goring
             Earl
             of
             Norwich
             was
             sav'd
             (
             as
             was
             thought
             )
             by
             the
             favour
             of
             Lenthall
             ,
             Speaker
             to
             the
             ●arliamentary
             Usurpers
             ,
             but
             the
             other
             ,
             the
             Lord
             Capell
             ,
             Sentenc'd
             to
             death
             ,
             whose
             Heroick
             Speech
             and
             End
             is
             well
             known
             to
             Story
             .
          
           
             *
             A
             Famous
             Commander
             under
             Julius
             Caesar
             highly
             renown'd
             in
             Story
             for
             his
             extraordinary
             Atchievements
             and
             Fortitude
             at
             his
             death
             :
             to
             whom
             Heroick
             Lucas
             may
             be
             deservedly
             parallel'd
             .
          
           
             *
             Where
             King
             Charles
             the
             Second
             soon
             after
             his
             Restauration
             ,
             in
             〈◊〉
             of
             their
             Memory
             ,
             erected
             a
             stately
             Monument
             .
          
        
         
           Notes for div A44622-e76760
           
             〈◊〉
             A
             Castle
             in
             the
             Isle
             of
             Wight
             in
             which
             the
             King
             was
             then
             in
             Prison
             ,
             and
             had
             been
             there
             Restrain'd
             by
             Hammond
             for
             several
             Months
             before
             .
          
           
             *
             This
             Heinous
             Traytor
             had
             been
             employ'd
             by
             some
             of
             the
             Army
             to
             Pistoll
             the
             King
             in
             Carisbro
             ●k-Castle
             ,
             where
             he
             was
             restrain'd
             ;
             but
             as
             ●e
             endeavour'd
             to
             make
             two
             Gentlemen
             his
             Assistants
             ,
             that
             there
             ●…en'ed
             on
             the
             King
             ,
             he
             was
             discover'd
             ,
             and
             accus'd
             by
             them
             :
             but
             〈◊〉
             that
             wicked
             Time
             ●ound
             favour
             enough
             to
             save
             him
             from
             death
             contrary
             to
             his
             demerit
             .
          
           
             *
             At
             Preston
             in
             Lancashire
             ,
             where
             Duke
             Hambleton
             was
             defeated
             by
             Cromwell
             in
             the
             year
             1648.
             
          
           
             *
             Which
             Noble
             Gentleman
             was
             said
             to
             be
             kill'd
             by
             the
             Secret
             Intimation
             of
             Cromwell
             to
             his
             Souldiers
             ,
             when
             he
             might
             have
             sav'd
             his
             Life
             .
          
           
             *
             At
             which
             place
             Cromwell
             having
             formerly
             seiz'd
             the
             King
             by
             his
             Contrivance
             at
             Holmby
             ,
             where
             he
             was
             kept
             and
             attended
             by
             Commissioners
             of
             the
             then
             Parliament
             ,
             he
             solemnly
             engaged
             a●
             Redding
             to
             restore
             him
             :
             Insomuch
             as
             this
             afflicted
             Prince
             said
             openly
             ,
             if
             Cromwell
             had
             a
             Soul
             he
             should
             be
             restor'd
             to
             his
             Throne
             .
          
           
             *
             The
             Devill
             who
             in
             the
             shape
             of
             a
             dead
             friend
             ,
             more
             to
             Insin●ate
             his
             Execrable
             Delusion
             and
             Temptation
             ,
             is
             thus
             suppos'd
             to
             have
             appear'd
             to
             Cromwell
             .
          
           
             *
             Poetically
             taken
             for
             the
             God
             of
             Winds
             ;
             and
             by
             the
             subsequent
             Verses
             is
             here
             Intentionally
             describ'd
             the
             prodigious
             Tempest
             at
             the
             death
             of
             this
             horrible
             Usurper
             .
          
           
             *
             Which
             was
             held
             with
             the
             King
             in
             the
             Isle
             of
             Wight
             by
             Commissioners
             from
             the
             Houses
             ,
             notwithstanding
             which
             hi●
             〈◊〉
             was
             〈◊〉
             in
             the
             time
             of
             treaty
             by
             the
             force
             of
             the
             Army
             .
          
           
             *
             The
             Painted
             Chamber
             in
             Westminster
             the
             usual
             place
             for
             Parliamentary
             Conferences
             .
          
           
             *
             The
             very
             wicked
             Expression
             that
             Harrison
             was
             〈◊〉
             with
             at
             his
             Tryal
             when
             Condemn'd
             for
             this
             Ex●●rabl●
             Treas●●
             .
          
           
             *
             Queen
             Elizabeth
             .
          
           
             *
             King
             Edward
             the
             Last
             of
             the
             Saxon
             Monarchs
             ,
             and
             for
             his
             Holiness
             of
             Life
             Sirnam'd
             the
             Confessor
             .
          
           
             *
             Feign'd
             by
             Poets
             the
             Judge
             of
             Hell
             ,
             and
             may
             in
             some
             sort
             resemble
             Bradshaw
             President
             of
             this
             wicked
             Court.
             
          
           
             *
             Wife
             to
             the
             Lord
             Fairfax
             ,
             General
             of
             the
             Army
             .
          
           
             *
             Who
             for
             the
             most
             part
             were
             the
             meanest
             of
             their
             party
             ,
             and
             of
             Low
             Extraction
             .
          
           
             *
             To
             which
             purpose
             the
             Queen
             sent
             a
             Letter
             to
             Lenthall
             ,
             the
             then
             Speaker
             of
             the
             pretended
             House
             of
             Commons
             .