Caledons complaint against infamous libells, &c. Mure, William, Sir, 1594-1657. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A51264 of text R7424 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing M2609). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 8 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 3 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2017 A51264 Wing M2609 ESTC R7424 13234292 ocm 13234292 98605 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. A51264) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 98605) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 429:8) Caledons complaint against infamous libells, &c. Mure, William, Sir, 1594-1657. [3]-6 p. s.n., [London : 1641] Incomplete. The poem is a protest against the measures taken by the king to enforce his will upon the Scottish nation, and a denunciation of the malicious calumnistors who had induced him to adopt them. Cf. Mure, W. The works of ... 1898, v. 2, p. 297. Caption title. Place and date of publication from Wing. Reproduction of original in Cambridge University Library. eng Great Britain -- History -- Charles I, 1625-1649. A51264 R7424 (Wing M2609). civilwar no Caledons complaint against infamous libells: or A censure past upon the truth-betraying sycophant, dareing (most ignobly) to streck at the h Mure, Sir William 1641 1250 0 0 0 0 1 0 80 B The rate of 80 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the B category of texts with fewer than 10 defects per 10,000 words. 2003-12 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2004-01 SPi Global Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2004-02 Mona Logarbo Sampled and proofread 2004-02 Mona Logarbo Text and markup reviewed and edited 2004-04 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion Caledons complaint against infamous Libells , &c. VVHat raging fury , Guest of horrid night , Comes arm'd with flames and shaikes against the Light , Loos'd , from the chaines of darknesse , to disturbe The sons of unitie , borne vice to curbe ? By Law , not force , wee move , not tumult make , Wee Justice plead , Sedition doe forsake : None with rebellion our attempts will brand But who themselves to crush Religion band By act , or by intent . Faire Vertue shines , Reflecting every where from our designes ; That whither forc'd , to arme , or to entreat , Our mildnesse , our Submission to bee great None can denie . For , so with Truth , sweete peace ( Which in our chiefe desires , hath chiefest place ) Joyn'd hands ; and did from Heaven salute this Land , Who could the excesse of his joy command ? Who would not fall before his sacred Feete , Whom royall Vertues make a Prince compleete , And Armes lay downe , or at his will employ , Lift Him to honour , and his foes destroy : Who equall with his life his peoples good , Would value , were they rightly understood ? But , by Religions overthrow , to gaine Dishonourable ease , with Conscience staine ; That truth be underminde by Policie , For Peace shoud wee dispence ; Who can deny This cursed peace , this ignominious ease , Were high rebellion , would the Lord displease . MOst sacred SOVERAIGNE honour of this Age , Thy Justice wee appeale , brought on the Stage By close Camelions ; ( foes who friendes appeare ) Abusing our indulgence and thine Eare , Deserving on the parchment of their backe , The hang-mans whips , should in characters blacke , Draw out each passage of those wicked arts , They us'd , to wound thy grievous Subjects hearts , And kindle in thy royall Breast a fire Which never can bee quench'd , till thy just ire Their bloud doe expiate , till vengeance fall And from the heavens confound those fire-brands all . Lo ! braine-sicke Cherelus dare brave our State , As at his fancie thy displeasures spaite Were readie to breake forth . Darre hee repine That Light , throughout this glorious Yle doth shine , For which , too narrow Europ shall bee found , Before the worke bee with the issue crown'd . Base lies now vents hee , now with malice stings Those honour'd Heraulds of the King of Kings , Chaifes , that from mongst our honey-bees wee drive , Those Wasps , whose venome had infect'd the hyve . That wee , those limbs of Antichrist abjure , Unmitring monsters that did court the Whorre Of Rome , this Land adventuring to defile , And make through their abominations vile . Now , to our charge disloyaltie is laide , That ( Parricids ) wee dare the Throne invade , Rob Caesar of his due , disclaime our head , And limits of alleadgeance doe exceed . O hight of hate ! O hellish impudence ! To thinke , that men of honour could dispence With conscience , with their duetie to a King , So good , so just , so wisely governing . Whose Love , as of a Fathers , found we have , As of a Master wee his favour crave , His Aide as of a Lord ; since Fathers love , And Sons obedience , hand in hand doe move To homage , and protection , mutually Since true relation Prince and people tye . THy countreys heart doth bleed , her grieves art great Both fraud and force conspire against her State . Her native liberties encroach'd on are , Which , gain'd with honour , honourably were From time to time maintain'd , against the pride , And power , of all that durst against her side . Her violated Lawes , ; the civill Right Of Subjects shaken ; Justice , mar'd by might , Religion vex'd and wrong'd ; ( that sacred Band Of Amitie , and Union of the Land , The solide Pillar which the State sustaines , By which cemented , firme each piece remaines ; ) Christs cause , yea Crowne in question ; by the bands Of duetie , by the pow'r put in thy hands ( The regall Scepter , Diadem , and Sword , In Faith's defence , entrusted by thy LORD ) Conjure Thee , while the lowring Skies portend A Tempest , to the danger to attend , And wisely to His interest advert , Who count will crave how acted is thy part . Those , whom eclipses , more than Sun-light please ( The birds of prey , which gape for gaine ) Those flies Which feed upon infection and stinke , Our Camels ; which but troubled streames can drinke , Divisions Cataracts would open keep , And kindle quarrels which lye buried deep , That Brethren , Pillars of the royall Throne , By GOD and Nature , under Thee , made one , One bundell of united shafts ; a Band Not easie to bee brash'd by strangers hand , May ( thus ) be weakened , and receive a wound , Endangering both , which shall not soone be sound . But ah ! to thinke , that Thou whose aide wee call , The peoples Parent ; Watch-man on our wall ; The Geometrick point , with eaven Aspect , Bound all thy bounding Borders to respect ; The Head , the Heart of the Republicke , made A God , a Judge , set over good and bade ; That Thou thy royall Banners shouldst display , By Justice Sword , to make thy passion way , Against a Nation , from defection free , Who heavens dare face , for their integritie ; O depth of woe ! O hight of passing griefe ! That Thine , who supplicate by Thee reliefe , Must arme : and at uncertaine blouds expense , Bee forc'd , unto an innocent defence . Dread Soveraigne , Son of Mars , if arme thou wilt , No drop of bloud let bee in Britaine spilt . March , and all Europe shall be put in fray , The Alpes , the Perinees , shall make Thee way . Thy neighbouring state , with Olives shall attend , Thy rights decision while thou dost suspend . The Rhine , whose streams are swolne with tears , shall smile And fears of longer servitude exile . Romes wals shall tremble , proud Madrid shall quaik , When with joynt-forces thou the fields shall take , With warriours , more then men , thy Britanies bold Attended ; who for feare nor force will fold . Thy sea-wall'd world , huge colonies shall spair For peopling kingdomes which usurped are , By Tyrants bold and blinde , the foes of Truth . Yea , Thou shalt lead , with Albions choicest youth . ( The worthies and the wits of either land ) Our Archimeds , who with industrious hand Reach Natures depths , reviving Dedals arts . Thy Scots , with Gyants hands and Lyons hearts Shall gallantly go on , who whiles they arme