[E]nglands miraculous preservation emblematically described, erected for a perpetual monument to posterity. By John Leicester. Leicester, John. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A88863 of text R210668 in the English Short Title Catalog (Thomason 669.f.10[107]). 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 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2017 A88863 Wing L807 Thomason 669.f.10[107] ESTC R210668 99869443 99869443 162639 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. A88863) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 162639) Images scanned from microfilm: (Thomason Tracts ; 246:669f10[107]) [E]nglands miraculous preservation emblematically described, erected for a perpetual monument to posterity. By John Leicester. Leicester, John. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. Printed for John Hancock, and are to be sold, at the entrance to Popes.head [sic] Ally, London : 1646 [i.e. 1647] In verse: "This Ark cal'd Union hath not her Peer" ... Features engraved portraits of the Earl of Essex; the Earl of Warwick; the Earl of Manchester; General Lesley; Sir Thomas Fairfax; and Oliver Cromwell. Annotation on Thomason copy: "Jan: 4th". Reproduction of the original in the British Library. eng Great Britain -- History -- Civil War, 1642-1649 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. A88863 R210668 (Thomason 669.f.10[107]). civilwar no [E]nglands miraculous preservation emblematically described, erected for a perpetual monument to posterity. Leicester, John. 1647 1173 2 0 0 0 0 0 17 C The rate of 17 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 2007-07 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2007-07 Aptara Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2007-08 Mona Logarbo Sampled and proofread 2007-08 Mona Logarbo Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-02 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion ●nglands Miraculous Preservation Emblematically Described , Erected for a perpetuall MONVMENT to Posterity . Though Englands Ark haue furios storms jndurd By Plotts of foes and power of the sword Yet to this day by Gods almighty hand The Ark 's preserud and almost safe at land Earle of Essex portrait Earle of Warwick portrait Earle of Manchesester portrait Generall Lasley portrait Sr. Tho: Fairfax portrait Leint: Gen: Cromwell portrait House of Lords House of Comōs Asembly depiction of ark THis Ark cal'd Union hath not her Peer On Earth , & 's laden with a fraught so dear To her Almighty Pilo● , that no waves Of might or malice rais'd b' infernal slaves Of human shape and lofty high estate , Nor yet their father that inveterate Old Serpent raging 'gainst this blessed Bark The Antitype of righteous Noahs Ark Can make to sink or split upon the rocks Of ruine , maugre all their furious knocks Of powdered bals , and force of armed steel By violence to make this Ark to feel Their wrathful open rage , when neither plots Nor treacheries fast tyed with the knots Of vows , and Sacraments of miracles , Impostures , fachinations , and spels , Espoused interests of Potentates Forraign and home-bred Soldiers , and Prelates ; Threats , Promises , and Protestations , Aulick Libels , Lyes , and Defamations , Nor all the cunning , study , pains , and sweat Of all Malignant Foxes smal , and great ; In Court , and Campe , City , and Countrie , Nor in this Ark ( if any lurking lie ) Can break this Churches Trinity of State Described here , nor make them violate That pious Covenant , which holds them fast , And is indeed that Vessels mainest Mast , By which she saileth through the troubled seas Of her affairs ; and now hath found some case , Thanks be unto that heavenly Cynosure Above the Stars , which gives a light t' allure Her Mariners , and yet wil give light more T' unfold the secrets of the Romish Whore , The hellish darkness of those mists and foggs Of blasphemies , and errors , which those froggs Or unclean Spirits from the Beast proceeding ( Whose thoughts upon Reformers blood are feeding ) Have now unbowelled , and spread about To put the light of Reformation out , And with new Hydra-headed heresies ( Like to that smoke ) t' obscure the clearest skies Of sacred Truth ( a devillish designe More dangerous , then was the Powder-Myne ) And raise tempestuous storms about this Ark , And now they cannot beat by force , they bark Belch , and disgorge their Stygian despight 'gainst the Protector of this Ark outright ; And stil their horrid rage doth more abound Because this Ark of Union is not drown'd ; But wait a while , and see this cursed crew Pertake of that reward , that 's here in view : For fix your eyes upon these Seas of ire Involving those , that did 'gainst th' Ark conspire : See here some headlesse floating in the waves Of direful death , some dead , and wanting graves : See all their warlike Engines , and their Forces , Now as feeble as their liveless Corses ; See these bloody men and their Commission To kil Innocents brought to perdition ; And they that living yet thought it no sin To leave this Ark , now wish they had kept in ; But now they are the scorn of time , and fate , Who did this tossed Bark despise , and hate , Augmented more in that they did remove The Royal Steers-man , whom our Ark doth love . But see these noble Champions ( lately six ) Guarding th' assaulted Union , and fix Themselves to courage , valor , care , and love To bring to rest this tossed Turtle-dove . Their brave atchievements Chronicles shal speak , And learned Volumes ; but my pen's too weak To tel their worth , or their due praises spread , Whom great JEHOVAH hath so honored . Draw neer , kind Reader , do but view this peece , 'T is not of Jason , nor of his Golden fleece That here is Emblem'd , nor the high renown Of Hectors Acts ere Troy was battered down , That here we shew you , but it doth presage A watry Landskip of a weeping Age . The Ark that rideth here whose tender wals Contains in her our English Admirals , For Reformation swimming on the Main , 'gainst Superstition which so much did raign : Charge on , charge on , the guard of Pluto al , The Pope , the Bishop , and the Cardinal : But you had best retire , 't is all but vain , For truth hath gotten higher , and she wil raign . Here Reader pause , and judge our Land is free , A Chronicle for our posteritie ; For God hath brought them , lo their pride doth swage And we made happy in a peaceful Age . Had not the LORD bin for us , they had won , And cloth'd this Land with red confusion ; But now sail on you worthies through the Ocean Of sad distempers , let your winged Motion Out pace the flight of Eagles , that aspire Go take your Sensers fil'd with zealous fire : Let truth cōmand the way , by her the Ark is guided , And let the Gospel sway , and Errors be avoyded : Great God of wind & sea , who searchest thro' the dark Who didst command old Noah to enter in the Ark , Direct this ARK unto the Key of peace , Command deliverance that our Wars may cease . An Apostrophe to the Church . THen woman thou whose clothing is the Sun , Cease to complain , nor say thou art undone For thou hast suffered harder things of yore , Than now ; weigh with the present times before . Seest thou not how thy sad and heavy night Of fears and sorrows now are vanisht quite : Triumphing days thy late griefs do beguile , And Halcyon times begin again to smile . Behold how rugged Mars is posting hence , Seeing thee armed so with heav'ns defence : Outward enmity shal not hurt a jot , If thine intestine Errors hurt thee not . Then wipe thy blubbered face , and lay aside Thy mourning weeds , and like a loving Bride With spirit mounted on a heav'nly flame Spread abroad thy Bridegrooms glorious fame ; What tongue of mortal , men or Seraphim Can tel sufficiently the praise of him . By John Lecester . LONDON , Printed for John Hancock , and are to be sold at his shop , at the entrance into Popes-head Ally . 1646.