Time's Anatomy. Containing: The poor man's plaint, Britons trouble, and her triumph. The Pope's pride, Rome's treasons, and her destruction: Affirming, That Gog, and Magog, both shall perish, the Church of Christ shall flourish, judeas' race shall be restored, and the manner how this mighty work shall be accomplished.  
Made by Robert Pricket, a Soldier: and dedicated to all the Lords of his majesties most honourable privy Council.  
Multis pateo, non multiloquis.  
Imprinted at London by George Eld, and are to be sold by john hodget's. 1606.   

To the Right Honourable, the Lords and others of his majesties most Honourable privy Council. Robert Pricket wisheth all increase of Honour in this world, and in the world to come life everlasting.  
MY honoured Lords, it is a true saying, that Conscientia est mill testes, which sentence makes me confident, because I know the uprightness of my heart to God, and faithful and obedient loyalty unto my King, and love to you the honourable Peers and Princes of the State, together with my honest zeal unto my country's benefit, is, in the presence of heavens Majesty testified by a thousand witnesses, and therefore in the justice of my hopes resolve, I have adventured, unto your honours to dedicate this little book, and in the clearness of my consciencs, I cannot but expect a kind acceptance at your Lordship's hands.  
The last untimely fruit, which by a public print I rashly published▪ gave just occasion to procure your dislike: and my amiss there in, was greater, then at first I could conceive, for it is an evil not to be borne with, when the greatest (much more, when so mean a subject as myself) shall dare to call in qrestion, things formerly determined, by the justice of the Law, judgement of the honoured Peers, and prudent wisdom of a kingdoms most honourable counsellors: and too high doth their presumption clime (especially in a cause of so great consequence▪) whose words would seem as if they did desire, so to extenuate an offence, as that in respect of the offendor, opinion should be taught, either to tax the Law with cruelty, or the State with inhumanity: he therefore whose actions shall but bear a show, as if they were directed unto some such purpose, justly deserveth to be punished. And yet may it please your Honours; I must needs confess, my punishment was compounded of an absolute Lenity, without (in the least sort) being mixed with any appearance of Severity: 〈◊〉 as I am in this respect, bound unto you all (my Lords) so principally my thanks must humbly run, unto the Right Honourable the Earl of Salisbury, by whose love and bounty, my cause was favourably censured, my liberty procured, and my wants relieved. Concerning the worthiness of whose ever honourable disposition, I would largely speak, but that I know; true honoured virtue, whose ever constant wisdom, and approved judgement, laboureth to perform each virtuous and well commended office, so as it cannot, but by a certain kind of supreme excellence, worthily deserve world's praise, yet will it not endure to hear itself praised.  
As just cause there is, so now I do rejoice to see, that Mars and Mercury, are in Conjunction joined, the powerful Venus, Lady of that house, and mighty jupiter, with kind Apect, Predominate: Majesty, Honour, Wisdom, love, and wisdoms government, have wrought a happy work, unto them all, be still continued and increased, the glory of each best esteemed happiness. And that Imperial greatest union maker, whose prudent judgement, laboureth in peace for to unite, great Britons Monarchy, in him, and in his Royal line, shall most Princely and potent monarchs be establish●●●●●d, by 〈◊〉 Empires and Kingdoms, shall be unto their Christ vnite●●●●● Conquest and Triumph, shall for ever wait upon the Regal Sceptre of their awful government, Oh let the love of all good Subjects, unto them remain as constant, as they are constantly of heaven beloved.  
In this little work which I have called, Time's Anatomy, (the first part whereof was finished by me almost two years since) I do with a religious anger chid●●●●●, the violont, and presumptuous rage of unruled abuses, because I grieve to see the gross impieties which our time commits; bree●●●●●ely therefore, I have Anotomized those evils which do ass●●●●●ct the world, And in the prosses of my books discorse, my reprehentions, may peradventure be accounted round, and sharp. But Co●●●●●siue useth not to be applied unto the flesh that is sound, and where it hath no power to toothache, it procures no smar●●●●●, and therefore cannot be offensive unto you my Lords, whose judgement, wisdom, virtue, and justice, always bou●●●●●ded ●●●●●n the most honourable life of v●●●●●stained uprightness, lab●●●●●reth by all means p●●●●●ssible to purge our land from those iniquities, against which my poor and vnresp●●●●●cted words complain. But when they shall from your perfection pass, unto the general, much disord●●●●●red multitude, where imperfection swells with misdemeanours sur●●●●●eting▪ if the●●●●● it be there chance to light upon an ill compounded outside closed up ulser, whose unseen hollowness in itself contains, 〈◊〉 pason of some gross corruptions Core, there let them sink and work, and purge, and by the roots pluck up that which puts do●●●●●ne the race of man; from heavens eternal most glorious and uncompared felicity.  
Some littlehale part of my most pi●●●●●h-lesse work is drawn from obseruation●●●●● Philosophical, the rightly termed Agar. servant to Saray, a●●●●●d hand-made to divinity; for signs of times and seasons, 〈◊〉 the stars created, and son and moon were made times governors: all which do by a special influence unto time, presage times future accedents, and do prescribe right well approved, and most worthily commended documents, so far forth as the all pourful Mai●●●●●sty of the Creator, be not tied to the 〈◊〉 included in the Creature, and what in this case I hau●●●●● briefly specified, I hope my pen hath used such moderation, a●●●●● that no word in this unworthy work shallbe offensive to your honoured wisdoms.  
Against the Sea, and seat of Blasphemy, I do (in this my writing) most desire with greatest force to bear ●●●●●y self because from Rome, that cursed Babylon, proceeds each ●●●●●ellborne dangerous mischief, by which our King and State is, (〈◊〉 always hath been) menaced: I have therefore directly pointed, a●●●●● the approved nearness of proud Rome's destruction, farther showing, that both Gog, and Magog, shall be 〈◊〉 extinct, and utterly cast out, by the wrathful fury of a merciless confusion, and have briefly given an Index unto the manner how, this mighty work shall be accomplished, grounding the truth of my description, upon observations grounded on holy Writ, that most Sacred and Divine authority. And though that in a plain and modern verse, I have described the weighty Accedents of Time: yet if your Honours will vouchsafe to read, I hope you shall find me much to differ, from an idle Poet●●●●● usual course▪ for without having respect to a vain variety of words, or painted circumstance, I have only applied my endeavours, unto the effectual life, and material Substance, of that which I desire to describe.  
Though time receives disturbance, by some, neither valiant, wise, nor honest, but in their hearts, no less than State disturbing Catiline's, for Libelers are merely such, whose thoughts be in themselves rebellions, and actions tend unto rebellion, but in despite of them, and treasons treachery, God will bring his purposes to pass, by the instrumental means of human government, and Britton shall (as now it is) by a prudent wisdom, judgement, and providence, be for ever uprightly governed.  
Thus may it please your Honours, I have once more adventured, by my unworthy (and yet well meaning) Pen, not to present this book alone, but therewith to dedicate my poor and unrespected self unto your Lordships: and though my labours do never chance to meet with the approbation of this sentence, 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉, yet I hope my now endeavours shall not make me say, Solabar●●●●●atis, contraria Fata rependens, for my labour doth but desire to live, to the end my lives employments may wholly be devoted to my country's benefis. But, unto that all powerful providence, which holds the hearts of Kings within his hand, do I commit my hopes, and you my Lords to heavens eternal happiness  
Your Honours, in all humble dutifully, Robert Pri●●●●●ket.   

To the Reader.  
THough custom, doth in a sort compel my Pen, by this Epistle, generally to direct my labours to the vulgar multitude; yet I neither do desire, nor expect, a favourable censure of every one that reads: for my affection bounded in a compas●●●●●e more particular, doth only desire to content, and please, the Grave, wise, religious, and well affected Readers, for the rest, let them in opposition stand, for my part neither loved, nor feared; yet in my charity, I wish amendment unto all, lest all be marred for want of mending.  
Such as myself, either Soldiers, or generally the poorer sort, whose poverty unto the earth is crushed, with the massy burden of their woes calamity, to whom is given no hand to help them up; but hate, contempt, and scorn, to keep them down, whilst Envy, Pride, and Malice, merciless, strange Monsters-like, with he●●●●●ds of Brass, hands of Lead, feet of Iron, and hearts of Flint, with violence, and insulting steps, do tread upon the adverse fortune of a poor man's misery, unto those poor ones, though in this world's respect, accounted absolutely comfortless, yet may my lines to them, the comfort of the sweetest consolation bring, if with a Christian patience, they do endure their wants, and in the sight of their impiety, confess that God is just, and justly punisheth, and then, if in the inward feeling of griefs true compunction, and sorrows sound Anxiety for sin. Their soul's humility, and repentant hearts, do from these things beneath, with joy, direct faiths eyes above to look, they shall behold the glory of that throne, where shines the ever radiant golden beams of heavens eternal glorious malestie, where at the right hand of God the father, sits redemptions only strength, & world's alone salvation, jesus Christ, who hath prepared a kingdom for his Saints, from whence the greatest power can never pluck the poorest soul, that on his grace depends and in the meditation of this felicity and uncompared never ending happiness, let them rejoice who in this world do want each worldly cause of joy.  
Those Idle vain misgoverned dissolutes, the spots and stains of our corrupted time, proud plumed gallants whose actions atheismetical, do seem as if they scorned both heaven and hell, for them I wish they did but know themselves, or could perceive the fearful horror of their own estate; for certain the world shall pass from them, or they from it, and they not here on earth their sins repenting, the world to come shall be to them most terrible. When they in vain shall wish earth's mountains on their heads to fall, thereby to hide them, from the wrath of God, those therefore that make a gain of sin, and lets adultery and fornication out, to fear those that by whoredom reap an annual rent, and do resolve by them, to live upon whom they have spent their means of living, such as do with most delight suck up the filthyest dregs of worst Impiety, and glut themselves with rank damnation, whose proud presumptuous sin doth as it were, even in a desperate wild despite, proudly bear itself against the powerful greatness of their maker's majesty & with their savage rude, and godles●●●●●e blasphemy, do rend●●●●● and tear in sunder the glory of salvations name, those of that number which usually do use for affirmation of their vildest filthiness to swear, God confound them. God's curse light on their hearts, God dam them body & soul perpetually, and if it were not so, when for because it was so all that they wish on their own heads shall fall, and in the presence of heavens justice, their names being registered in hell's black book, they one day, must receive that sentence which shall throw their souls and bodies into that sulphur lake, where for ever, in endless burning flames amongst the devils, they must & shall endure the all consuming fury and fires indignation of God's eternal judgement, Oh may we therefore here on earth, ourselves so judge as that in the world to come, we be not unto hell adiugded.  
You little least and almost unseen number in respect of world's great multitude, who in your hearts do purpose to perform, those actions that unto righteousness belong; know I cannot give offence to you by plainly setting forth the true Anatomy, of our times abuse, do you as those of heaven beloved, increase in love, and heavenly charity: for those whom God doth justify, their affections are also sanctied, unto the obedience of his will. Make therefore your election sure, by sufficient testimony in yourselves, on earth, by holy works, let your faith be dignified that in heaven by faith alone, you may be justified, bild not the solace of your faiths content, upon the fruitless flourish, of unfruitful leaves; nor let a self concealed pride, or wilful arrogance, disturb the peace of Zion, and glory of our church, but, as becomes the members of jesus Christ our head, join in the fellowship of saints and walk together in the paths of sanctity, still praising God whose mercy hath preserved great Briton●●●●● monarch, with the princely state and glory of his monarchy.  
Concerning Rome, if any Papist chance to read, and find himself aggrieved at my words, let him, or them, even as they will, or can be satisfied, for were the Pope a temporal Prince, and so accounted and no more, I would use him with some reverent respect; although I know him, (as indeed he is) my country's enemy. But as he is the now revealed Antichrist, and si●●●●●tes upon the seat, and Sea, of blasphemy; I will not use any show of re●●●●●erence to his misnamed holiness, whose vildest predecessor Boniface, the 3. at first did build the strength of every Pope's supremacy upon the blood of Christians, and spoil of Christiandome, since when, neither by laws human, nor yet divine, but rather by devilish plots, most treacheries and inhuman policies the Pope, and court of Cardinals have 〈◊〉 maintained the most 〈◊〉, tyrannical, usurpant, bloody, and aspiring pride of Rome's blasphemous government, which shortly will break forth into 〈◊〉 public rage, and then confusion's shame, with condign●●●●● punishment, armed in wrath's fury, will unto the fearful downfall of her utmost ruin●●●●●, ●●●●●wiftly follow her, when she, and all her followers shall mourn, because the laws of hell they followed.  
About the approbation of Rome's most monstrous greatness, I cannot with my Pen make answer, unto the sophism of their wrangling Sophister, Rome's great 〈◊〉 les, and like him a Christian, famousness Bellermine; but if on Rome's behalf, in a soldiers place, a Champion would skip forth, and play the Challenger, him I thank God I durst be bold to answer, and on his head, and heart for to 〈◊〉, that Rome maintains, an Antichristian regency, & that the Pope is this world's deceiving Antichrist, and the self same whore that in the Revelation of S. john is specified, and in this truths defence, if called by a lawful means, the resolved readiness of my lives resolution, shall with most comfortable joy both live and die.  Mors Christi causa, vita perennis erit: 
Not to wrong the Roman charity, but to give the devil his due, if on the Pope's behalf I stood with no less confidence, than I against him do, undoubtedly, I think that then I should not need for to deplore, nor yet complain, the wants of me and mine, nor to endure an unrespected misery: but God forbid that any hope of gain, should make me join with them that are the foes to Christ, nor do I now enforce my manner of writing, by reason of the times advantage, for by a book entitled A soldiers Resolution, dedicated to the King, and unto his Royal self delivered, I made bold to tell his Majesty, even at his first coming into England, what fruits his Highness should expect to reap from Roman Catholics, and now my words are by their actions verified.  
As touching Papists generally, I those to heaven commit, that unto heaven belong, and for the treasons to our King, & kingdoms, done by Rome's adherence, & Popish pack, Catholical, be all they accused, that may justly be condemned and for those that have been actors in this last and greatest treason, let justice unto their destruction follow them, and least good subjects should still too much affect, those that will remain infected with the Roman Leprosy, I but request the well affected sort indifferently to judge. What may not they do, unto whom all things may be made lawful to be done, and what credit is there to be given to them, unto whom is granted so learge a liberty? and what use they have always made thereof, the world may witness, and our experience have oft been in a dangerous hassared, to be most dearly bought, those then that by substantial proof, cannot otherwise be accounted, then corrupted and infected members, always corrupting, infecting, and most dangerously working in our public weal, why may not every good subject, justly desire to be discharged of them, for unless, the material cause whence evil proceeds be clearly taken hence, the effects of evil can never cease, and when some times an evils presumption, be not so at first laid hold upon, as that thereby the passage of each suspected course, may with an inviolable strength be stayed: A little sufferance (in such cause) may most unhappily too soon, produce the damned vildness of some vil le action done, whereby a just lamenting, shall have too just a cause to run before a just revenging; but the consideration hereof, I refer unto the Majesty, honour, and wisdom of that place, where at this time, there should not now have been, either place, wisdom, honour, or Majesty, if Rome's designs, could with a hellborn black destruction's hand, have razed them out.  
To conclude, seeth the sins of the People: do 〈◊〉 bring the wrathless of GOD upon that land, in which they dwell, it behoveth all of us, with fear and trembling, v●●●●●to our God ●●●●●ue, & with faith's repentance in the 〈◊〉 of jesus Christ to pray heavens majesty, that as in mercy he hath preserved us from that uninersall blow, which would in blood have drowned our monarchy, that so in th●●●●● love & favour of his still continued grace, he would vouchsafe far from us to remove, those other judgements which if we still procure his wrath do stand prepared for our punishment, and to this petition (of more weight 〈◊〉 than is considered) let every honest reader say amen.  
Thus wishing that my labours may unto the best procure contentment, I leave the r●●●●●st, even as they will to 〈◊〉 contented, and do only vow myself a friend to thos●●●●● that unto God, my King, and Country, are approved friends, to such, the abondant zeal, of a poor man's love, slows forth, to you, the well affected, himself he humbly gives.  
That will in life, and death, be only yours▪ Robert 〈◊〉.   

TIMES ANATOMY.  

EVen in the time, when joy and sorrow met,  
When present woe, did present joy beget.  
When eyes, and hearts, did make an equal choice,  
To weep, to mourn, to triumph, and rejoice:  
When heaven took hence, and yet unto us sent  
Most cause of grief, and cause of most content:  
Then in that strange, worst, best, and happiest time,  
A Soldier sung, loves song, in unsmoothed ●●●●●ime.  
Yet by his words, it might be plainly seen,  
He praised the virtues of a maiden Queen.  
Whose Majesty in glory now excelling,  
Leaves glories fame on earth, to keep her dwelling;  
A poor man's love, her grace would well requisitive,  
But now poor men, in vain loves songs indite.  
The Muse by whom, her virtues most are praised,  
Shall lest thereby, from woe to weal be raised.  
When matchless worth, is wrapped in leaves of lead,  
The living, they forget the worthiest dead.  
No virtue can, itself continuance give,  
It is the pen, that makes all virtues live,  
And pens I know, will mount her praise so high,  
That in this world, her fame shall never die.  
My lines alas, from worth do differ far,  
I do confess, they most unworthy are:  
And yet my love aswell desired to sing,  
The praises of the worlds administered King:  
A Soldiers wish, I am sure, wished all things well,  
His wish, his want, did in strange sort compel.  
Yet he resolved; A Resolution framed,  
For which ('gainst him) Gods foes have chiefly aimed.  
A traitorous speech, which might not be concealed▪  
he's, hated most, by whom it was revealed.  
Hate, Scorn, Despite, wrong done to honest 〈◊〉  
Then out of rule are such disordered fractions.  
Though men not gain, when well to do they 〈◊〉  
It's hard when men for doing well shall lose.  
But poor to be, if thence proceeds the cause,  
Ha●●●●●d world, when poor, must feed proud 〈◊〉 〈◊〉  
Hence doth proceed sad woes, abundant sorrow,  
Not knowing whence, it might contentment borrow▪  
To the poor man's King, a poor man's plain●●●●● shall 〈◊〉  
And thus complain, unto his Majesty.   

The poor man's breast, in seas of sorrow ●●●●●ost,  
For shipwreck looks, hopes anke●●●●●s all are lost.  
Oh where is mercy, doth the poor man ask,  
On earth to find, it were a wondrous task.  
The word alone, is easy to be found,  
But as a word, it hath no more than sound.  
Contempt, and scorn, extortion, envies rage,  
They flourish b●●●●●st, in this remorseless age.  
The poor may say, feeling oppressions wrong,  
That few or none, will sing King David's song.  
This rotten world, doth painted garments wear,  
Leaves without s●●●●●uit, processions name doth bear.  
Blessed charity, divine religiousnesses grace,  
Now stearued to death, hath but a pictures place▪  
Celestial Love, the golden chain of piety.  
Is turned to lust, and clothed in sins variety.  
Friendships' best show, deceit and fraud doth 〈◊〉,  
Dissembling friends, are wrapped in flatteries smoke.  
Plain dealing men, that honest plainness use,  
Them to uphold, doth every hand refuse.  
Clam Claw●●●●●ack he, with Peter Pi●●●●●k▪ 〈◊〉 〈◊〉,  
To reap reward, even from the worthiest hands.  
Fair words feeds fools, best wise men are mi●●●●●led,  
Even by that baire, wherewith most fools are fed.  
Well, will they speak, whose thoughts 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 evil,  
In words a Saint, in 〈◊〉, a 〈◊〉 〈◊〉.  
Who doth desire world's wise 〈◊〉 to 〈◊〉,  
Must learn by art, with cunning to 〈◊〉,  
He that is not, beyond all compass hollo●●●●●,  
His wit is gross, and his invention shallow.  
Good policy, hath lost commended use,  
Bad politics, boast, in that words abuse.  
A faithless wit, is wisdom which excels,  
They are best wise, that most are 〈◊〉.  
Wisdom itself, itself doth much disgrace,  
When as it strives, a shadow to embrace.  
As if that men should here for ever live,  
So they themselves unto the world do give.  
Poor men that in this world, do want world's wealth,  
Are sure to want, love, friends, meat, drink, clothes. health  
This proveth lives, each for himself cries all,  
Great 〈◊〉 thereby, from heaven to hell do fall.  
The poor man thus, this world his tourmaline doth serve,  
Steal, and be hanged, or mourning, sigh and starve.  
Wet eyes, sad hearts, poor men oppressed and grieved,  
May live, or die, unpitied, unreleeved.  
Great wealth that 〈◊〉, evil gotten riches fast,  
Will not his bread, upon the water cast▪  
Sadly poor men, may mourn their wretched thrall,  
Whilst rich men add, more bitterness to gall.  
Proudly, rich pomp (with proudness) pride adorneth,  
Proud wealth, the poor man's poorness, proudly scorneth  
Poor, poorly sits, his poverty deploring,  
Wealth (as his God) sits heaps of dirt adoring.  
What old Churls gets, by extortious usury,  
Young fools do spend, in pride and luxury.  
Vain, Vainest, Vainness, Vanity doth nourish,  
In silk and gold, vain ones do vainly flourish.  
Experience tells, Pride's painted prodigality,  
Hath cut the throat, of wont hospitality.  
The poor man's want, no painted Peacock feels,  
Poor souls must not come ne●●●●●e Pride's wagon wheel●●●●●.  
Silks must be worn, what price so ere they cost,  
Three suits perhaps, ere once the book be crossed.  
Proud female fel●●●●●s, are like the Ostrich plumed,  
And Soldiers now, by chamber wars consumed,  
Such in their caps must gallant feathers wear,  
Who in their hearts do such like lightness bear:  
Nature; no Art, beautifies the blood  
As fair, as sweet, both artificial good.  
Musk, civit, and Embroidery, high prized vain,  
Hath charity, with Pride's corruption slain.  
Pride hath so much a decent form forsook,  
As now proud heads through gridi●●●●●on ribs must look.  
So much is loved the tricks of French attire,  
As many are more Frencht than they desire.  
Pripe puppetlike in Female folly flings,  
with a good gowns charge, in one vain pair of wings.  
world's pomp, world's wrack, world's woe, world's misery  
Pride, not content to go, gets wings to fly.  
Court, Pride's devise, our gentry imitates,  
The City follows, each, each ruinates.  
The yoemans' name, proud minds will not allow,  
All Gentles, Knights, Ladies or Beggars now.  
Pride bears that wealth, upon presumptions back,  
That makes the poor, so much relief to lack.  
Italian tricks have raised the ancient rent,  
In idle Pomp must be most bounty spent.  
Gay clothes, Rich Plate, fine Houses, jewels, Rings,  
To public weal, pale deaths consumption brings.  
Pride, to defend base proud ambitions for't,  
A Cottage makes to seem a princely Court.  
Now to maintain the pomp of th●●●●●iftles sending,  
Each subtle brain must be in Law contending.  
A hurtful swarm of hungry trencher-flies,  
To fat themselves, can wrangling tricks devise.  
With foggy sweat, the Lazy lubbers toil,  
Desir's to feed upon his country's spoil.  
Oh were they Tithed, and all the Nie●●●●●ths cast by,  
Each tenth would serve to labour honestly.  
Their wits can make such wondrous heaps their own,  
As molehills are to mighty mountains grown.  
Wealths current in a threefold stream doth run,  
Two floods are past, the third not yet begun,  
The Clergy first, the Law●●●●●er next gets much,  
The end of time will make the Soldier rich.  
Goods by deceit, cunning, fraud and wrong,  
Together scraped, will not continue long.  
The mother Church, locked up a golden store,  
To feed itself, and to relieve the poor.  
That bounty which did unto all sorts give,  
fats but a few, the most must poorly live.  
Wealth which itself did to good use dispose,  
Now serves to paint an idle velvet hose.  
The stock grown poor, which should maintain good preachers,  
Makes Cobblers now to seem sufficient teachers.  
All sorts can prate and talk of things divine,  
In few or none a righteous life doth shine.  
Brave plumed gallants, made gay with silken suits,  
On God's pure word, amongst their cups disputes.  
A tavern, dice, wine, sugar, and a wench,  
Much love to them, doth good devotion quench.  
The Papa●●●●● sea, doth think good works do merit,  
The Protestant his ●●●●●aith must heaven inherit.  
For to evil use, one doth good works devise,  
The other doth good works, to use despise.  
Time past, did to the world, this truth reveal,  
A blind devotion, hindered faithful zeal.  
Time present doth, this truth for certain show,  
Lest good we do, when most we seem to know.  
The Heathen men did so themselves incline,  
That Stoycks seemed (than we) far more divine.  
Amongst them was, the law of mine and thine,  
With better faith, though in a faithless time.  
They served their Gods, with a religious care,  
And did their laws obey, with trembling fearnmore.  
The God of Gods, to us in truth declared,  
We live, as though, nor heaven, nor hell we feared.  
jerusalem, men seem as if they sought,  
But going wrong, they are to Babel brought,  
Some fools do think, to find the way by chance,  
And thither run, as in a Mor●●●●●ice dance.  
Some at a play, have wisely more discerned,  
Then ever they, at any Sermon learned.  
Who from the Stage, would fetch heavens admonitions  
Let Woodcocks be, unto those fools Physicians.  
by-ways to seek, and tread in paths uneven,  
Such travailers near find the way to heaven.  
No shadow can, substantial hope beguiled,  
If on God's word, faith doth arightly build.  
In building new, men use such curious cost,  
As that the most, have best foundation lost.  
Some think such power, in them remaineth still,  
As God's commandments, break and keep they will;  
But if there did, such strength in us remain,  
God then should use, salvations means in vain.  
What Adam lost, all human race did lose,  
And what he kept, that for our part we chose.  
Will, to do good, that force in Adam died,  
Since when, that grace was to his seed denied.  
So in ourselves, sin every action stains,  
That to do good, in us no power remains.  
From Heaven, where God doth in his glory dwell,  
By Adam's fall, he and his children fell,  
And when to rise, no means at all they knew,  
The promised seed, did Death, and hell subdue.  
We are restor●●●●●d by our Redeemers hand,  
Not of ourselves, but by his grace we stand.  
Then let the souls, of righteous men express,  
That in their Christ, doth live their righteousness.  
I sigh to hear some wild ones, vildly say,  
That unto life or death, foredoomd are they,  
A soul d●●●●●ownde up, in hellish desperation,  
Saith he believes in God's predestination.  
Or heaven, or hell, or well, or evil to do,  
He hath or doth, what he's ordained unto.  
Taught by the devil, falsely affirm he can,  
Without God's will, there's nothing done by man.  
Our knowledge hath, brought forth infectiousness fruit,  
When hell▪ born ●●●●●mpes, dares thus like devils 〈◊〉▪  
Ears stopped, and hearts, with burning Irons seared,  
As overquell are for God's fierce wrath prepared▪  
Who thinks of sin that God the author is,  
Shall be exempt from God's eternal bliss.  
The strength of Gods uncomprehended state,  
Is that whereby we are predestina●●●●●e.  
Yet doth he suffer, what he doth not will,  
Wherein his Power is undivided still.  
The evil we do, he wills not to be done,  
For in ourselves that cause is first begun:  
God by his Grace, doth so man's soul attend,  
As that we know what 'tis for to offend.  
If evil we do, and shall his gr●●●●●ce reject.  
The fault is ours, for done by our neglect.  
heavens justice then, most justly doth dispense,  
Presumptuous sin, is a most damned offence.  
Do well, and then in Christ thy deeds are known,  
Do ●●●●●uill, and sin, is in thyself thine own.  
Be not deceived, good works thy faith must prove;  
For God in Christ doth all good actions love.  
Christ died for me, so each believer saith,  
As Infidels are men of fruitless faith.  
Profession fi●●●●●, it doth too much dissemble,  
Not using that which most Christ doth resemble.  
Where are the hands which should poor creatures cherish  
Christ saves not those that lets his members perish?  
Do good to them that of faith's household be,  
No, the world delights their greatest wants to see.  
On earth alas, to whom should poor men fly,  
In vain their words tells forth their misery.  
Honour which should the poor man's cause defend,  
Helps not that hope which doth thereon depend  
Compassion so in all estates is vanished,  
As by decree, it were from all sorts banished.  
Religion's name, is but dessemblers mockery,  
And seeming saints, are masked in hell's hypocrisy.  
Oh in this age, such is the world's condition,  
As this word poor, doth spoil the poor petition.  
Poor man, poor hope, poor to thy plaint not put,  
Poor 'gainst itself, itself, all doors doth shut.  
The poor man's heart, with grief to death is stung,  
In vain he speaks that wants a golden tongue.  
Silent be he whose come his cause declareth,  
A feeling sense, which understanding heareth.  
An honest name, divine religion two,  
Is bought and sold, all this can money do.  
Who to good fame by gone den steps can mount,  
Him doth this world, for worthiest man account.  
Let virtue in a poor man clearly shine,  
A guilded gull is counted more divine.  
A satin suit, be daubed with silver lace,  
Beyond desert, doth vildest clou●●●●●ship grace.  
Immodest talk, and shameless ribaldry,  
With monstrous oaths is court like blasphemy.  
In money now there is such wondrous might,  
As that a clown will strive to be a knight.  
Bright Honers wreath vain idle fools will crave it,  
That want wherewith to keep it when they have it.  
No doubt but now a gallant velvet company,  
Three times a week may banquet with Duck Hum●●●●●ery.  
In blood our gallants once called to use wor●●●●● 〈◊〉,  
With running they will swe●●●●●t most fearfully.  
They'll do no less unto the filled once led,  
Then Rome's brave youths for their great Pompay did.  
Proud 〈◊〉 looks, in scorn of all disgraces,  
Will turn their backs, to save their amorous faces.  
A face stark nought, in fear of present harms,  
Muffels itself, with cross wreathed recreant arms.  
when once Sir money Knight, hears the fired mouthed guns,  
He starts, and shakes, and swears, and hence he runs.  
Disgrace not dears, to touch the worthy merit,  
Of any valiant well resolved spirit.  
What ist the worst may not for money buy,  
Honour, much Love; and seeming honesty.  
Rich let him be, and who ca●●●●● hurt him then,  
Knaves wrapped in wealth, are counted honest men.  
Honest, if poor, he this reward must have,  
Hang him ba●●●●●e rogue, proud beggar, impious knave.  
No place nor overoffice can the poor man buy,  
Wealth near so wild, can mount itself on high.  
Such is the ●●●●●orce, of this corrupted time,  
Down trampled poor, helps wealth aloft to climb.  
Wealth doth so much, from nature's law digress,  
As that it feeds upon the poor man's flesh.  
Seven lea●●●●●e beasts had, of seven fat oxen, power,  
But now seven ●●●●●at, do seventy lean devour.  
Rich men do make, poor trad●●●●●s-men faint and sweat,  
Who in their wants, their clothes, and tools, must eat▪  
The science, which made England's weal to flourish,  
And of the poor did many thousands non●●●●●ish.  
Must now enrich, a foreign stranger's store,  
And leave us heaps of unreleeved poor.  
From England if, raw clothes might not be sent,  
It would redress poor p●●●●●oples languishment.  
And pay far more, in task, and subsidy,  
Then now is raised, to Britons Majesty.  
In common wealth, a man may thousands see,  
That common wealths-men do disdain to be.  
Self scraping gain, the children are of sloth,  
In public weal, they are like moths in cloth.  
Monopoli●●●●●ans are they whose policy,  
Commits a wild, yet unchecked felony.  
Let poor men thus of this or that complain,  
Rich men will hold the course whereby they gain.  
Who findeth fault with things that are amiss,  
If he be poor, he must affliction kiscadale.  
The poor man saith that justice wants a hand,  
It beats, the bad, not helps the good to stand.  
That Sovereign Mistress should the evil reject,  
But not refuse, her children to protect.  
Oppression swims amidst ex●●●●●ortions streams,  
And doth not know, what restitution means.  
Rich men do wrong, no; it's right though it be wrong,  
At lest he makes it so, whose 〈◊〉 is strong.  
A poor man struck, his cry hates ●●●●●age doth threaten,  
For crying then he must again be beaten.  
Poor men accustomed, though no offence be proved,  
Hate is th●●●●●ir meed, they are of none beloved.  
Do evil, and then, justice will seize on thee,  
Do well, and then, thou shalt contemned be.  
From good desert, 〈◊〉 reward is stealing,  
Trust, waning truth, doth use perfidious dealing.  
Like 〈◊〉 fish, let poor men swim or fly,  
They have no means; to shun their misery.  
A poor man whilst his grief, woes passion weary,  
Dispai●●●●●e, the door of his affliction keepeth.  
A mind whose thoughts, no force no●●●●● danger fears,  
Is forced to weep, his wife and children's tears.  
Vain sighs, vain tears, when want proclaims 〈◊〉 woe,  
The poor man knows not unto whom to go.  
Poor man, poor wife poor children all rejected,  
Apes, Parrots, Dogs, and Monkeys more respected,  
The poor man's words plainly and truly tells,  
He cannot find, the place where Mercy dwells,  
And yet he seeks, and hath a long time sought,  
His labou●●●●● hath his woes enlargement wrought.  
For whilst he waits on time, best time observing,  
Himself and his by want of food are starving.  
Those hands cannot, their Country's weal preserve,  
Which in their Count●●●●●y must endure to starve▪  
Hard world when love to do●●●●● a thing most just,  
Shall cause the poor that wrong endure they must.  
justice, love, 〈◊〉, and faith, all these are razed,  
When things well done, must be with force disgraced,  
When Law commands an action to be done,  
Why should that act into wild scandal run,  
If so the law and makers thereof must,  
In cause of evil be justly blamed first.  
To King and State, a Soldiers honest love,  
Hath caused his heart, sad woes extremes to prove,  
A Sou●●●●●diers h●●●●●nd, half starved, and wanting might,  
Shall for them both want force and power to fight.  
No peace on earth, though seeming most secure,  
Can well resolve, how long it shall endure.  
When wars sta●●●●●u'd force, threatens a kingdom's land,  
B●●●●●st safety than lives in the soldiers hand.  
In peace me thinks, those men should not be ste●●●●●ued,  
By whom the strength of peace, is best preserved.  
I●●●●● to respect time present barbarous be,  
The time to come, should wisdoms eyes foresee.  
All those great nations which themselves dispe●●●●●se,  
Upon the bosom of world's universe.  
For rash attempts are not so much condemned,  
As is that I'll, in which ourselves are hemined,  
P●●●●●oud wit, that is with self conceitment swollen,  
Makes fast the door, when first the steed is stolen.  
An after-wit, is counted England's guise,  
A forehand looks judicial wisdoms eyes,  
For gain, men will their lives and country sell,  
A general spoil, makes some to prosper well.  
Our Corn that goes unto corruptions friend,  
May feed a strength against ourselves to bend.  
We not respect although both heaven and ear-reach,  
Do in their course foretell a threatened dearth▪  
As Dragons we ourselves desire to bite,  
Our hands, ourselves do most unkindly smite.  
wars weapons we unto those countries send,  
Whose use at last will most ourselves offend.  
We have no fear, our land no danger knows,  
Until it feels the force of dangers blows.  
Britain hath foes, who in their thoughts do strive,  
How best they may our country's harm contrive.  
But this I think, our ●●●●●ame shall thus be spread,  
We may be beat, but never conquered.  
I would to God our land may so provide,  
As we at first might kill presumptions pride.  
Peace smiles on us, but view heavens motion well,  
Combustious times doth Sun and Moon foretell.  
This years Eclipse, a fatal period maketh,  
And God thereby all earth's foundation shaketn.  
The Planets in their ●●●●●spects differ far,  
From former time by course irregular.  
The Crab, and Goat, whose Circles do divide,  
The sweeting Summer, from frosty Winter's tide.  
Keep still the times, of ancient nomination,  
But want the force, of wont operation,  
Ver, Eastus, Autumn●●●●●, Hymen, all grown strange,  
Seem as they would, their seasons each exchange.  
Celestial fierce, that round this world empale,  
And should from hence, corruptions dregs exhale.  
Leaves them beneath, that noisome pestilence,  
On earth, might fetch, material cause from thence.  
When from the grave, corruptions slime doth soak,  
Mantling the earth, in clouds of stiucking smoke.  
Devouring creatures in that fog shall breed,  
Earth's breast shall then, her children scarcely feed.  
Corruption gross, thick, fat sad, slimy, slow,  
Shall by the Sun, to a combustion grow.  
Those dregs congealed, by steps to hugeness creeps,  
By Eyrie Orbs, a wandering motion keeps.  
Turning about, from place to place, their scent,  
Spreading themselves, on earth's vast continent.  
Taking the shapes, from whence they first did grow,  
In Airy forms like men and beasts they show.  
When so they do themselves, with wonder spreed,  
It tells▪ they still expect on Death to feed.  
Amidst some plain, so are those Mea●●●●●ures spread,  
As were an army there imbattelled.  
And when they thus, on heaps together cluster,  
They fummon men, unto a general muster.  
But humane eyes amazed, cannot dispense  
With reason's force, of Nature's influence.  
Involved heaps, grown once unmeasured great,  
They strive to rise; against the Clouds to beat.  
Exhaled once, in rotten showers do fall,  
Infectious drops, such as men Mill-dewes call.  
And then at last, in Middle- Region fed,  
They are with force from thence exturbated.  
And having climbed the upper Regions hem,  
To blazing fiery Comets turned then.  
For so our God by mighty wonder makes,  
Prodigious fires, threatening Kingdoms states.  
Then shall the wild ones of this world despair,  
When they behold, such flames amidst the air.  
A while beneath, those exhalations stays,  
Which shortly will, foretell some dangerous days.  
But not to build on humane foolery,  
I thus much ground on scriptures Prophecy.   

EVen in the days when the seventh Angel should,  
Begin to blow his Trumpet, than God would  
His Ministry accomplished should be,  
As to his Prophets before revealed had he.  
The Angeli hath, long time his Trumpet blown,  
Which to the world, world's latter end hath shown.  
Before which time the world's Deceivers must,  
By wraths fierce hand, be all in sunder burst.  
And first falls he, with stroke of Iron rod,  
Who in God's Church, doth sit as he were God.  
With subtle craft, when he suspects his fall,  
By secret force, himself defend he shall.  
When as 'gainst him, a long feared power doth grow,  
Such as before, the world could never show.  
Then desperate mad, his anger and his fear,  
Against that power, a secret wrath shall bear.  
To hell his hope, doth for assistance fly,  
And then corrupt earth's Princes secretly.  
An host of tigers shall themselves combine,  
With savage hogs to spoil the 〈◊〉 vine.  
And think from grapes to draw a bleeding flood,  
When in one night, shall rain a shower of blood.  
A winter gre●●●●●ne their summer's hope doth make,  
They think their force shall cause ●●●●●oues Island shake.  
That down they might heavens golden Palace take,  
A strength shall rise from hell's infernal lake.  
The Leopard, the Wolf, the Fox, all these,  
Shall unawares; upon the Lion seize-  
The Lion rows d his foes shall soon be torn,  
With him shall join the princely Unicorn.  
And push the best with his all cleansing horn,  
And make him wish he never had been borne.  
Hell's dogs shall think oa●●●●●e mountain tops to climb,  
But break their necks before their wished for time.  
They are mustering now of Satan's regiment,  
Their plot is laid hope feeds their vild intent.   

When time shall be into combustion thrown,  
And falsehoods nurse to hostile actions grown.  
Wars thunder then, when it sha●●●●●l shake the world,  
People shall be into amazement whirled.  
A sca●●●●●let horse shall stumble and fall down,  
And after him a triple hallowed crown.  
The beast whose legs of clay, and Irone, wrought,  
Must be unto a fearful ruin brought▪  
Because Gods t●●●●●uth for to defile he sought,  
He and his sea shall waste and come to noug●●●●●t.  
〈◊〉 seat doth shake and reel I see him ●●●●●alling,  
The wounded monster, on the earth lies scrawling.  
He gapes for breath, strangled himself he chokes,  
About his ears, his painted Palace smokes.  
Down tumble must, that triple crowned whore,  
Once fal●●●●●e, her fall not any shall deplore.  
But those that would her spotted garments wear,  
Whose foreheads do, the mark of Dagon bear.  
The Champions all, which would the best maintain,  
Shall at his feet, by conquering swords be slain.  
Gog overthrown, Mag●●●●●g shall think to come,  
With fire and sword, through glorious Christendom,  
From E●●●●●phrates, and Tigris, then shall ●●●●●ise,  
A strength, that will, our tyrants tyrannize.  
Arabians Gulf-like, to Percias Gulf shall flow,  
From whence, a high reared softly flood shall grow.  
Whose Sea like waves, from thence to Fes shall roll,  
Down tumbling all, that would their force control.  
R●●●●●uenge, and death, to war●●●●●es alarms leads.  
The Eagles last continued monstrous heads.   

The mountain Wol●●●●●es from Christian bounds called hence,  
Christians then, by force shall drive them thence.  
And Christendom, whilst God her peace doth shield,  
Shall strive aright, in her God's house to build.  
That she may teach, the nations thus to say,  
Her Christ is God, we will his laws obey.  
Our Bishops then, the truth shall ratify,  
In order chief, not in authority,  
And that Religion shall stand most beloved,  
Whose rule is best by Scriptures truth approved,  
And for a judge, a Church find out we can,  
That knew the truth, before the Pope began.  
Then shall the Church be built on Peter's faith,  
And that believe, which holy Scripture saith.  
Then shall God's Church her strength and glory see,  
When Christ alone, her corner stone shall be.  
Above God's word, shall then be raised no head,  
By Christ their Shepherd, shall his flock be lead.  
Such Union shall the Northern Prince contrive,  
As Christians shall no more with Christians strive.  
Then Christendom, shall all her power bestow,  
By force to work the Pagans overthrow.  
All Christian Princes, will themselves protect,  
As shall the Northern Prince their course direct.  
And now me thinks, I see a glorious sight,  
A Christian Army, shining wondrous bright,  
Marching in wars 〈◊〉 fit for fight,  
In the defence of their Redeemers ●●●●●ight.  
The Northern Emperor, doth the red cross bear,  
To who●●●●●e command, the army craves to swearegene.  
With 〈◊〉 blood, their warlike weapons stains,  
〈◊〉 fields, and fair Hungarian plains.  
Whilst 〈◊〉, Ishmael, and the cursed seed,  
Do strive to make each others breast to bleed.  
Working that work, for which they were compounded,  
That each by other, may be with war confounded.  
The t●●●●●mperour of the North, that Prince of fame,  
Brings Christendom into her wont frame.  
And all that did unto that Empire bend,  
At last shall back, unto that state descend.  
Empires, and Kingdoms, shall at once recoil,  
And bend their strength, to work their spoilers spoil.  
Those locked up Devils, in wildest Mountains bred,  
Whom Christian hands, from thence deliveted;  
To whom at first, the Saracens gave pay,  
By whom at last, themselves destroyed were they;  
By all that strength, which hath their wrong endured,  
Shall be at last their razed out name procured.  
Sara, and Ketura, shall a conquest win,  
Of whom there is a mighty power unseen.  
And then once more, in pomp of Empire swells,  
Those that are called Religious 〈◊〉.  
Before they do the sacred truth retain,  
'mongst them is 〈◊〉 and Elias slain.  
From forth the North, a lions voice shall roar,  
And make them then, the murdered dead deplore.  
The doctrine which they taught, once called to mind,  
Shall Heathens teach, the way heavens path to find.  
Old Magog then new built, his name shall lose,  
And for his God, the God of Gods shall choose.  
The Northern Empire, shall to him disclose,  
That Truth, 'gainst which he did himself oppose.  
The Persians shall the Christians kindly greet,  
When both their Armies, shall with conquest meet.  
Mount Harmons dew, that sweetly then distills,  
From off the tops of fair Arabian hills:  
Shall fall on them, of Abraham's line the race,  
Though yet unseen, by faith the seeds of grace.  
Then hungry Dogs, no more a stray shall wander,  
judeas' race, shall find the bridegrooms chamber.  
Time takes in hand, to work this wonder great,  
A Northern blast, must cool the Sothern heat.  
For of the Princes that shall work this thing,  
The worthiest power, from forth the North shall spring,  
A Potent Prince, a strong and powerful King,  
His famous deeds, through all the world shall ring.  
It is established, and his Throne shall stand,  
Whose force shall take a wondrous work in hand.  
In his blessed Li●●●●●e triumphant glory goes,  
With glorious Race of conquering Emperors.  
This is the wind; and Lion of the wood,  
From whom a most Imperial strength shall bud.  
And to the Eagle, in wraths fires fury speak,  
And all his wings, and Feathers, pe●●●●●cemeale break.  
The Heathens he, at judgements bar shall set,  
And make them know the power 'gainst which they fre●●●●●.  
He shall the land from Paganism deliver,  
And wash heavens flock, in faith's salvations river.  
He shall the earth, with heavenly grace refresh,  
And unto her, heavens laws with truth express.  
The foes whereof he shall with force destroy,  
And turn earth's bondage into freedoms joy.  
Set free her hope, shall wait on that salvation,  
whose mercies judgement, laid her first foundation.  
This Royal line, the whole continuance, sums,  
Of all the years until great Shil●●●●● comes.  
God shortly will the business undertake,  
For which he doth the Northern Empire make.  
Upon his head, stands an Imperial Crown,  
Whose Monarchy shall throw Rome's Empire down.  
Fools though they brag, their cloud of earth's elus●●●●●on,  
Both must, and shall, come to a raced confusion.  
And that ear long, time doth a course begin,  
Whereby consumed shall be, worlds sink of sin.  
This happen shall, and when these signs appear,  
Know then the day of judgement draweth near.  
Be I excused, and not condemned of men,  
No devill-borne Merline, doth direct my pen.  
Unto an end time doth each creature drive,  
From holy writ do I these words derive.  
This rotten age, pointing at world's decay,  
But well observed, doth wondrous things bewray.  
Both heaven, and earth, mankind so loads with sin,  
They pray heavens God, he would their rest begin.  
And set them in that state wherein they stood,  
When God made all, and said all things were good.   

Of time to come, what means my pen to write?  
Whom present time, holds in such base despite.  
In spite of time, and times unkind ●●●●●espising,  
My time shallbe, my country's good devising.  
The times abuse, let time to come, amend  
For trifles, let not time with, truth contend.  
A union, and a uniform conclude,  
Oh let no shadows, this happiest time delude.  
Unto the Church, a glorious time is sent,  
Things now decreed, must be world's precedent.  
Let then this time, foresee with judgements sight,  
By sacred law, to rule all actions right.  
Time must suppress all such untimely fruit,  
As doth itself in Schism and Faction suit.  
Condemn not those, either of Schism, or Faction,  
Whose lives are given to every godly action.  
Let goodmen use wise wisdoms sound advise,  
Lest causeless fear, makes them unwisely nice,  
Who so their wills, before their wit prefer,  
By wilfulness, may most unwisely err.  
Indifferent things, not hindering good devotion,  
Wise men for them, should raise no vain commotion.  
No true Church can her glory dignify,  
Whose power Commands 'gainst written verity.  
We may observe, what ere the wrangler saith,  
Rules that are held within the list of faith.  
True faith in which salvations strength is found,  
It must itself, upon the scriptures ground.  
Things done which do not hinder faiths belief?  
Why should they seem to work Religious grief?  
Me thinks we do unto religion wrong,  
By seeming week, when faith should make us strong.  
Foxes, dumb dogs, let no man them prefer,  
Nor such as those, that too contentiousnesses are.  
Let not divines like physic doctors be,  
The more the worse, and most lack honesty.  
Nor let our hope upon this motion rest,  
To keep the worst and cast away the best.  
Those tri●●●●●les which do now dissturbe our peace,  
Could men be wise, they of themselves would cease.  
The consort of a lawful ministr●●●●●e,  
Must be on earth heavens sweetest harmony.  
Oh let them then, that do God's vineyard keep,  
Watch, preach, and pray, and not like sluggards sleep.  
Paul shaved his head, and did thereby intend,  
His course might not his brethren weak offend.  
join in on trunkfish, with blessed unity,  
Great Britain's ●●●●●ame adorn and beautify.  
Fear not, but know, for it is Albion's doom,  
Her kings shall never yield their Crown to Rome.  
Then let heavens flock, with patient souls abide,  
Although like gold, they must be seven times tried.  
When God doth mean to scourge a land for sin,  
At his own house the blow must first begin.  
Who so will be, the glorious bridegrooms Bride,  
Must in afflictions flames be purified.  
The path to glory, is no pleasant way,  
Take up thy cross, and seek eternal joy.  
Whilst Preachers preach, of Christ his sacred deity,  
Where are the deeds of Mercy, Love, and Piety?  
Where are the fruits, Religion should bring forth?  
When Saintlike show, ungodly actions doth.  
Ou●●●●● seeming zeal doth this report preserre,  
We scornful, proud, and merely faithless are.  
A seeming friend, will friendship's name delude,  
And stain himself with hell's ingratitude.  
One by his friend, both raised to wealth and credit,  
His thanks shall be, to cut his throat that did it.  
Let but a muck-heape, possess great heaps of gold,  
And Honour then, shall be by him controlled.  
Each witless peasant, by his wealth made proud,  
Thinks he talks well, and if he speaks but loud.  
A servile mind, his hopes at lowest ebb,  
Worships, as God, the golden Calse in Hereb.  
Though by the poor, the rich are honoured▪  
Yet by the rich, the poor may starve unfed.  
Our lameness must, with skilful Art be dressed,  
So out of joint are all our actions wrested.   

Great Britain know, a time will come to thee,  
In which thy sin, shall sharply punished be.  
Therefore repent, least judgements follow fast,  
First plague, than dearth, and use of swords at last.  
Be reconciled, though God will not abhor thee▪  
Yet he prepares an angry judgement for thee.  
Thy pride, and proud contempt of God's pure word,  
Makes Heaven 'gainst thee, to draw a wr●●●●●thfull sword.  
Thy whoredoms lust, and drunkards blasphemy,  
Extortion, bribes, and hateful usinie,  
Lies, fraud, deceit, and poors oppression,  
Slowness to good, from God thy swift digression,  
Will bring on thee a wrath to plague thee so,  
As thou shalt groan, with se●●●●●se of feeling woe.  
With seeming Saints, the time not temporize,  
A broken heart to God is sacrifice.  
Wraths 〈◊〉 ●●●●●eares, shall whip thee for thy sin,  
Unless thou dost for to repent begin.  
Such judgements do, 'gainst thee themselves assemble,  
As were they seen, would make hell's Ruffians tremble,  
heavens gracious God, be pleased for thine elect,  
Fair Albion's good, with safety to protect,  
Direct us so, that we to thee may turn,  
That then 'gainst us thy wrath may cease to burn.  
The swarms sent from the Antichristian beast,  
Confound them Lord, let them in no place rest.  
And those by whom, our harm is yet concealed,  
In thy good time, be all their plots revealed.  
Great Britain, do thou not despair, but mourn.  
In sorrow, let repentant robes be worn,  
That when thou sightst for thy Redeemers name,  
Thy deeds in war, may dignify thy fame.  
From foreign coasts, the thing which most thou harms,  
Is England's Armour, wanting English arms.  
And Englishmen from use of war exempt,  
Are oft proved cowards in the first attempt,  
A soldiers name, though now it be refused,  
A time will come, when Soldiers must be used.  
Not every one that bears a soldiers name,  
If rightly tried, will be approved the same.  
It is not he, that drinks sick healths, and swears,  
That in a Tavern, proudly swagger dares,  
Nor he that doth, a misled Mistress keep,  
And vows for her, his sword in blood to steep.  
Nor he that feareth, neither God nor devil,  
Whose daily actions, are the worst of evil.  
He is no Soldier, that wanteth virtues stay,  
Who loves to make a desperate drunken ●●●●●ray.  
That is no valour, nor resolution right,  
That vainly will for worthless trifles fight.  
But they do best, a soldiers name approve,  
Who wisely do their reputation love.  
Be he a Soldier, worthy praise to win,  
Who fears his God, and hates the deeds of sin.  
He whose body and stomach can digest,  
Heat, cold, hunger, thirst, much pains, and little rest.  
He that can well embattle soon his men,  
And knows in clouds o●●●●● smoke to skirmish then.  
He that leads on, and with discretion leads,  
And least dismayed, when most in blood he treads.  
He that when thousands, do with thousands fight,  
By word, or sign, can give directions right.  
He that so can, both charge and make retreat,  
As Honour still upon his steps shall weight.  
That Fortitude, joined with sound judgements sense,  
Is wrought of more, than nature's quintessence.  
Those Soldiers are of greatest excellence,  
Whose lives and deaths, have honours recompense.  
A poor man, if a Soldier rightly tried,  
King Harry would have placed him by his side.  
Those spirits which are fit for war esteemed,  
Amongst the best, be they the worthiest deemed.  
Be they embraced with loves respective arm,  
Whose hands know how to shield our peace from 〈◊〉  
I do not wish; but doubt wars rattling drum,  
Ere long to arms will summon Christendom.  
The red-cross though it may some times retire,  
At last his same shall to the heavens aspire.  
Great Britain so, is by God's hand installed,  
As it shall be the land of conquest called.   

But now to ease a poor man's grieved mind,  
In things above, my sight shall comfort find.  
I know the time, when I poor wretch rejected,  
Shall as the best, be no whit less respected.  
When Kings, and Queens of greatest excellence,  
Twixt them, and me, shall be no difference.  
And there dwells Mercy, Oh there a Saviour liveth,  
That to the poor, salvations comfort giveth.  
Not many Kings, nor Queens, nor Nobles shall,  
Triumph before heavens throne majestical.  
But those that in this world their heaven do make,  
Shall in that world, before God's judgement shake.  
The beauty which on earth no praise doth lack,  
Masked up in shame, hell's sulphur smoke, makes black.  
The snow white hand, moist, soft, foul sins desire.  
Shall burn in lake of hell's eternal fire.  
where devils, men's souls, with fiery darts strikes thorough,  
And in their jaws, like dogs, they them shall worow,  
Where God doth so his anger's judgement frame,  
As that his wrath shall blow, hell's endless flame.  
Ever, Ever, oh fearful word, for ever,  
Where plagues increase, but shall be ended never.  
Where torment brings torments, with fresh supply.  
Where dying souls do live, but never die.  
And there's the place, where earth's proud dignity,  
Shall plunge itself in endless misery.   

But happy those, whose souls by grace made pure,  
Exempt from wrath, shall no such plagues endure.  
And most of them poor souls, scorned and disgraced.  
Are those that shall with God and Christ be placed.  
When most on earth, the poor despised do stand,  
It doth presage Christ's coming near at hand.  
Dejected, base, and outcast poverty,  
Rejoice, triumph, in Mercies clemency.  
You are heavens flock, a Shepherd doth you keep,  
Who of his number will not lose a sheep.   

Thus hath my sigh, an honest passion breathed,  
And of my woes, a weeping garland wreathed.  
My sighs, my tears, my woes, my griefs lament,  
My plaints, my groans, all fruits of discontent▪  
Do not themselves, upon one substance feed,  
A general doubt, makes heart and soul to bleed.  
A general evil, a land to vildness bend,  
Must needs expect some fearful punishment.  
Of present time, the things desired here,  
Time proves my words, and makes the truth appear.  
Of time to come, I humbly do avow,  
Experience shall my words for truth allow.  
Search but the Story of that writ divine,  
And understand the change of every time.  
Five hundred, fifty two years counted was,  
A period whole, which ever brought to pass,  
Strange alterations, both in Church and State,  
Kings, Kingdoms then, did strive to ruinate.  
Temples were rac'te, Religion clean despised,  
Tyrants by force of sword, new laws devised.  
And now the time doth on such period stand,  
As if it meant to take like course in hand.  
Do but observe, each Celestial sphere,  
And see what signs do in their course appear.  
Compare the time, with antedated times,  
And understand the heavens true speaking signs.  
Then will you not these lines of mine deride,  
Nor smother them, with smoke of scornful pride.  
A soldiers writing, like his fight is,  
His course no●●●●● knows, how dangers rocks to miss.  
Those Pens do most, their hopes in pieces batter,  
That cannot best with oiled smoothness flatter.  
A soldiers name, strive not for to disgrace,  
Poor should not be accounted 〈◊〉 base.  
And that I may not from the truth digress,  
My humble lines, shall thus my state express.  
The Soldier which doth scorn the lie to take,  
Should scorn as much himself the lie to make.  
The open fields, to me is made my bed,  
A bank of earth, a pillow for my head.  
In shady groves, and solitary places,  
My steps do make their sorrows mournful traces.  
Imprisonment, woes woeful habitation,  
Hath forced my Muse, to secret contemplation.  
In winter nights, when I a Soldier was,  
Alone my Muse, should private motions toss.  
When in the war, I wars attire did bear,  
My books to me, most kind companions were.  
And some sad hours, on skie-born●●●●● books I read,  
Amongst the flarres, an humble path I tread.  
And see the great, and strange Con●●●●●unctions there,  
Of angry, Saturn, Mars, and jupiter.  
Since fi●●●●●st the Planets disclosed their variation,  
Saturn near had more Lordlike domination.  
What it foretells, my wea●●●●●y Muse sorgets,  
In Dragon's tail, when strange Conjunction sets.  
His name stands rolled in perditions book,  
Whose tail from heaven, of stars the third part struck.  
Under the Dragon's tail, is fixed fast,  
A strength that shall, him and his tail down cast.  
Mankind, the stars that Heaven should 〈◊〉,  
Shall be upreard, with glorious dignity.  
Though observation rightly may collect,  
The judgement of some retrograde aspect:  
Yet Christ, our King and kingdoms hath possessed,  
With that wherein ourselves, and world, is blessed.  
Though L●●●●●os house hath such reflection glided,  
As tells there is, some wondrous thing provided.  
I leave to write, and will conceit the rest,  
Our land shall still by God's great love be blest.  
A constant faith, true resolution proves,  
Fears not what under the first mover moves.  
And in this thought I see with humble eye,  
The mighty work of Prima ●●●●●obili.  
And know the world, in fiery flames shall burn,  
Before he doth, to his first point return.  
For Heaven and earth, by fire once purged, then sure,  
They shall remain, as they at first were pure.  
When God the world, to judgement summon will,  
That first great mover, keeps his motion still▪  
Whose slow pace round, doth roundly comprehend,  
Those lesser Orbs, that under him do wend.  
In order each, his fixed journey takes,  
And in their turns, celestial music makes.  
And then I think of that most happy time,  
When I shall hear their dulsive heavenly chime.  
Above them all, faiths eyes through Bethelem,  
Be holds the glory, of new jerusalem.  
Where sits upon a Throne majestical,  
The mighty maker of this wondrous all.  
When thither once my joyful thoughts are sent,  
I am amazed with wonders ravishment.  
Nor tongues, nor Pens, nor Angels can express,  
The glory of that glorious happiness.  
From thence to Luna, not any Orb to miss,  
I cannot find, where Purgatory is.  
So that I think, it sure remaineth yet,  
Within their bellies that devised it.  
And those that would attain to heavens great joy,  
Must leave byepathes, and find in Christ their way.  
But for the Stars, I creatures them account,  
Above them all, their maker's power must mount.  
And by their influence, more I will not learn,  
Then Rules divine, shall teach me to discern.  
And in that course, men sometimes are befriended,  
Of those pure fires, by whom they are attended.  
God ever yet, by signs and visions told,  
So as world's change, world's worldlings might behold.  
But clods of clay, because they will not grieve,  
This course they take, to hear, but not believe,  
To guess, to speak, to judge, great states to touch,  
For me poor soul, it is a strength too much.  
Who so doth tell what things themselves do show,  
May doubt his words will too presumptuous grow.   

Full twenty times, night's Bride herself hath changed,  
Since from my former work, my muse estranged.  
Her grieved thoughts, my own estate to view,  
Still being fed, with wormwood, gall, and rue.  
And now though wrapped in folds of mournful care,  
I am roused up, some part with them to bear.  
Which do rejoice, as theirs, so is my joy,  
That God is pleased hell's actions to destroy.  
And now my muse in more than wonder wrapped,  
Will speak of what, since first she writ hath happed.  
Two nights before the night of England's wrack,  
Such griefs themselves upon my breast did pack;  
That from woes Couch I rose alone to walk,  
And with myself, of my sad fa●●●●●e to talk.  
For when days light upon my face should shine,  
I knew those wants, would ●●●●●ip both me and mine.  
No sooner up, and forth my chamber stepped,  
But strait my thoughts into amazement leapt.  
For round about, I saw so clear a light,  
As that I thought, it rather day than night▪  
And well I knew that Luna then did please,  
To show herself to the Antipedes.  
And when aloft I did survey the sky,  
There was no stars that any man could spy.  
To search the cause resolved of my intent,  
I walked abroad to view the Element.  
A tossing wind, whorled round the earth below,  
as from earth's womb, some tumbling noise did grow.  
Said I, such noise as this, is said of some,  
For to foretell an Earthquake near to come:  
And looking up, a general seeing flame,  
With burning streams, bemantled all heavens frame.  
That from one part did not arise lights beams,  
But heaven was Clothed, with universal streams.  
Amids the Air, I might sometimes espy,  
The flashing flames unto a roundness fly.  
And then dispierce themselves immediately,  
The world o'er spreeding with a burning canopy.  
When thus I saw sent from the fiery spheate,  
Such burning streams and flashing flames so clear.  
Said I, this truth doth on these signs depend,  
Doubtless the world is near unto her end▪  
And then I thought, that such despised as I,  
With joy should have, an end of misery.  
Thus having viewed till eyes all dazzled were,  
My reeling steps, my dussie brains did bear.  
To sorrows cell, the Cave of former Care,  
Unto myself I did my woes declare.   

From Sol, to Mars, with usual attribute,  
Four times Aurora in her Crimson sure.  
Had bid god morrow to her friends beneath,  
Whilst all this time, my grief (woes sighs) did breathe▪  
And then my mind, griefs danger to eschew,  
For solace went Gorguntus walls to view.  
Abroad, my steps, had me no sooner brought,  
But strait my ears had such a rumour caught,  
As made me start, and in a maze to wonder,  
How hell devised, to rend the world in sounder.  
A treason no, A devil borne fiery rage,  
A work near thought of in precedent age.  
A Savage wrath, whose like near stained a story,  
Should have destroyed the heaven of Britons glory.  
It's true in war, that soldiers not refuse,  
Against their foes, the like devise to use.  
But in a kingdom, by subjects to their King,  
The world till now, near heard so wild a thing.  
The name of England, with dateless infamy,  
Had stood engraven to worlds posterity.  
Breeder of Devils so sit for villainy,  
As at one blow, could sack a monarchy.  
The whore, whose laws, allows such deeds of horror,  
Let heaven, and earth, and all the world abhor her.   

The Project of these traitorous homycites,  
A book at large to every mind recites.  
And though I would, I dare not speak no more,  
Of Treason plots, then hath been spoke before.  
But now I see, the night that I admired,  
Foretold the flame, that should the world have fired.  
And yet the general of heavens fiety war,  
Included more than on particular.  
Oh if that God for England's sin had pleased,  
That horrid act, on king and state had seized.  
Great Britons breast had now been drowned in blood,  
Razed, sacked, and spoiled, bereft of every good.  
Theft, murder, Rape, and every act of hell,  
Had built their house on England's face to dwell.  
The spoil of man, of human race the shame,  
Would have razed out all human virtues name.  
wild dissolutes, profane, and insolent,  
Like Tyrants would have wronged the innocent.  
A Goathian Army, amongst ourselves maintained,  
Would them, with blood, our towns & streets have stained.  
Our laws of God, our laws of man should then,  
have been of force, to govern faithless men.  
The rich man's wealth, should not his own have bottolene▪  
But made a spoil unto the hands of sin.  
Fair London then, her glorious pomp and state,  
The vildest hands, would vildly ruinate.  
Young maids, and wives, of feature excellent,  
Had been abused by brutish ravishment.  
Beauty most rare, if it continued chaste,  
Had then unto luxurious arms been cast.  
The courtly nymphs, fair, wise, and trimly gay,  
That could not but with silks and velvets play.  
Whose masked up cheesecakes, from wind & sun are fled,  
All fresh to keep their artificial red.  
There beauties shield (white breasts) scarce paper proof,  
Must then have tumbled with some ruder stuff.  
With correspondence, rude arms besmeer'd with grease  
Should have embraced a painted sluttishness,  
And they perhaps, resolved in misery,  
Would smi●●●●●e, at that their least calamity.  
But minds refined, of purest substance framed,  
Such as on earth, may be heavens Angels named.  
Whose beauties no adulterate deeds have stained,  
But spotless, they have truly chaste remained.  
That Angel number, with hell's rage over spread,  
That heavens impression vildly ravished.  
Oh what a terror should their hearts have felt,  
When wild ones would, with them have vildly dealt.  
Evil to suppress, when justice stirred had been,  
Then blood and murder, had mainteind hell's sin.  
The strength which makes the magistrate most strong,  
And gives him warrant to suppress each wrong.  
The name which doth unto the laws give force,  
Had hence been snatched, if hell had held his course.  
In vain should then the officers have said,  
In the King's name we charge, let's be obeyed.  
In the Queen's name then if justice out should cry,  
Hell's hounds had said, she with the king should die.  
Prince Henry's name, if justice should have tried,  
Sweet Prince he should, with King & Queen have died.  
If to the Duke of Torke, our hopes had fled,  
Doubtless hells hands, would him have murdered.  
Should justice then unto the Princess fly,  
She had been seidze by traitors tyranny.  
The honoured Council, might help the just to save,  
For King, Queen, Prince, & them, was made one grave.  
Then to the Lords, and Bishops of the land,  
They with the rest had died by treasons hand.  
Should in the judges than our hope have joyed?  
They with the rest, had been at once destroyed.  
From knights and burgesses, if safeties hope distilled,  
They with the rest a sulphur flame had killed.  
With bibles then, should faithful preachers press,  
And breath forth, judgements 'gainst sins wickedness.  
And say, Behold, heavens indignation fear,  
This book of God, doth Gods fierce wrath declare.  
The rage which should, from romish flames have fumed,  
Would quickly have them and their books consumed.  
Oh then of whom should justice help require,  
All these Consumed by flame of ruthless fire.  
No age makes record, of so foul a sin,  
Since god did first to frame this world begin.  
dooms day to England, now been threatened hath,  
o'er which heavens God hath shak●●●●●e his hand of wrath.  
Oh may our deeds his mercy so Commend,  
As still his grace, may Britons I'll defend.  
But now behold, the fruits of Romish faith,  
And know for truth, what Popish doctrine saith.  
Of binding, and of losing, Popes have got,  
A strength, which knits of every evil the knot.  
And makes damnation seem salvation sure,  
If so thereby Rome may her gain procure,  
What most she craves, is every course to take,  
How best she may herself. world's Monarch make.  
The Pope that saith himself, worlds God to be,  
Speaks truth, for so's the devil as well as he.  
But Pope from Peter doth derive his race,  
And saith, to him belongs the keys of grace.  
And he Christ's vicar, of all God's church the head,  
Must be supreme, all Kings his frown must dread.  
With any oath, he can at large dispense,  
And at his pleasure, pardon each offence.  
Above God's word, he doth himself avow,  
And his construction, must the world allow.  
True Christians, they only his doctrine likes,  
And all the rest are damned Heretics.  
'Gainst this, the Lion of the Tribe of juda cries,  
And tells the Pope, that like a devil he lies.  
But still the Pope will keep heavens golden gate,  
And doth from thence, Kings excomunicate.  
No King on earth, must have his name enrolled.  
Unless that first on him his Crown he hold.  
And all the world, that on his sea not dwells,  
Are Ethnics, Pagans, faithless Insidels.  
Those that not grow upon his stock entire,  
Are branches wild, fit for destruction's fire.  
Such hath he power, to any death to put,  
And from life's tree, those sapless twigs to cut.  
Without the Church, as jews and Turks they be,  
That will not yield to his supremacy.  
And Popish romans, they are taught to know,  
It lawful is to work their overthrow.  
That will not yield obedience to the Pope,  
In whose behalf is given so large a scope,  
That Traitors do for heavenly merit hope,  
Though thence the devil doth pluck them in a Rope.  
If for Rome's sake, they kill their lawful King,  
Bald jades for them, shall trotting trentals sing.  
And they, because so wild a deed poll they did,  
For Saints at Rome shall be canonised.  
The Pope such power unto himself doth take,  
As he, a devil, a Saint, can quickly make.   

here briefly see, the power of Rome set down,  
Above the world, himself, himself doth crown,  
Above God's word, and sacred Laws divine,  
The monsters proud, ambitious steps do climb.  
And from his seat of blasphemy hath flown,  
The fire that should have King and Realms up blown.  
Villains that would the world in sunder rive,  
Say for Religion's sake, they did contrive  
That damned plot; oh hellish insolence!  
When devils will make Religion evils defence.  
The actors in a work more than Tyrannical,  
They did themselves, their country's purgers call.  
In all they did, merely their country's love,  
Did them unto the vildest actions move.  
They would not leave her, but like Champions stand,  
Till they from bondage, had freed their native land.  
They but resolved to be most merciless,  
To free the Catholics from their long distress▪  
From desperate times disease, evils strength to lose,  
They were enforced a desperate salve to choose.  
The worst of evil, was b●●●●●st in their esteem,  
From worse than evil, their country to redeem.  
The Pope might them, for faithful Christians take,  
When what they did, was for religions sake.  
Their plot found out, the very place to sack,  
Where all the laws were made, that wrought their wrack.  
And this conceit in them, a hope prefers,  
They should be thought, God's justice ministers.  
These Realms with Rome, in union to unite,  
Was all the cause, for which their hopes did fight.  
For Rome's avail, and for the Church her good,  
King & Kingdoms, they would have drowned in blood▪  
For these good deeds, whatsoever did befall,  
Saints at the least, the Pope would make them all.   

Now see their work, and cause, for which th●●●●●y wrought  
And judge how well, Rome hath her children ●●●●●aught.  
Their evil to do, they were so confident,  
As to performeed, they took the Sacrament.  
Christ's Royal body, substantial flesh and blood,  
They say, they eat and drank, and thereby stood;  
Bound to perform the evil which they intended,  
Oh then, how far should be their faith commended▪   

Here doth my Muse want words, my thoughts to speak,  
And doth into a strange admirement break.  
Oh God, how durst these me●●●●● Satanical,  
Imbru'de in blood, with hearts Tyrannical.  
Made black with treason, 'gainst God's anointed King,  
Themselves before heavens jesus Christ to bring.  
And though from bread, they can him not 〈◊〉,  
Yet in the sign he's representative.  
And bread not changed, yet holy scripture saith,  
By it we feed, on jesus Chris●●●●● by faith.  
Not to dispute, but say as they account,  
Into what height, do their presumption mount.  
When as a wretch, before his God shall stand,  
And think he holds his Maker in his hand.  
And yet with soul all stained, as black as hell,  
Even at that instant, doth in damnation dwell.  
And records God, and in him all the Trinity,  
To be the witness of his hellborn villainy.  
And swears by them, with desperate hand to act,  
The vildness, of the very vildest fact.  
And thus resolved, his Saviour up he eats,  
So armed in proof, a King and State he threats.  
Oh fearful thing, the seal of man's salvation,  
Seals up to them, assured condemnation.  
Yet they so blind, in faithless hopes do trust,  
And think thereby, their vildest actions just.  
here see the strong delusion that should mock,  
The race, cast from the number of Christ's flock▪  
here see the cup of world's abominations,  
And know the whore, that breathes forth execrations  
Against heavens throne, the Lamb, and all his Saints,  
And yet she so, her damned vildness paints;  
As that she seems of holiness the seat,  
But God for her, hath laid up judgements great.  
She, and her pack, that had our fall compounded,  
Shall be ere long, by God's fierce wrath confounded.  
And they that did for us one flame desire,  
God hath for them, prepared an endless fire.   

NOw would my Muse desire to express,  
In vildest evil, false traitors readiness.  
Catesby, so soon as he did Winter move,  
Consent strait joined, the worst of evil to prove.  
There needed no persuasion to be used,  
Hell's motion was at first, not once refused.  
What course so ere, hell could to him propound,  
His lives adventure, he thereon would ground.  
So all the rest, with self-same swismesse ran,  
To work an evil, the like near wrought by man.  
Their labour then, their care, and diligence;  
Their watchful heed, their bounty, and expense,  
Their desperate and resolved confidence:  
Till death, to fight 'gainst heaven, in hell's defence:  
Approves what power, the devil doth bear in those,  
That serve his will, and to his Aul●●●●●ers goes.   

In England now, what course the Pope doth take,  
His Champions proud, so fit for hell to make,  
Let me set forth; that every one may spy,  
The cunning work of Rome's ar●●●●●h villainy.  
For Rome's avail, are built beyond the Seas,  
(As Christian deeds) some stately Colleges.  
And they are given in charity, to bring  
Up those, that will Rome's Masses learn to sing:  
Children there taught, the rules of Popery,  
Are learned to know proud Rome's supremacy.  
Their teachers largely, do to them express,  
How much th●●●●●y owe, to Rome's Scald holiness.  
And that their lives, lost in th●●●●● Pope's behoof,  
Confirms the truth of their religions proof.  
If for Rome's good, to shameful death they come,  
It crowns them with, a glo●●●●●ious martyrdom.  
Who yields not to Rome's laws are only those,  
Which they must know on earth to be God's foes.  
Their parents, if they shall Rome's Pope displease,  
It's lawful for them, on their lives to seize.  
To any Prince they are no subject held,  
That dares deny, unto Rome's sea to yield.  
For Rome, If subjects their lawful sovereign kill,  
Rome's laws affirm, that they Gods laws fulfil.  
Unto the Church a benefit to bring,  
Each evil is made a sanctimonious thing.  
When thus they are instructed, than I hope,  
They may become, fit servants for the Pope.  
Then taking oath in vildest evils to trade,  
They are indeed substantial villains made.  
And thus those schools, the Pope's best charity,  
Are made the nurse of treasons treachery.  
Thither oft goes our England's Papal youths,  
To read the volumes of the Pope's untruths.  
To study there, do idle wits devise,  
Where legions are, of uprearde mountain lies.  
Logician like, who best can lies maintain,  
Can best uphold Rome's blood red scarlet train.  
There in those schools, Rome doth those scholars che●●●●●ish,  
By whom he hopes to make gods kingdom perish.  
From forth those lakes, as from a Stygian gulf,  
To England comes each hellborn Roman wolf.  
Of our own people, do those schools beg●●●●●tt,  
A viperous swarm, for vildest treasons fit.  
Semina●●●●●yes, the children of perdition,  
Thence bring to us Rome's Popish superstition.  
With him he brings authority to bear,  
All shapes, and forms, and may each fashion wear.  
Sometimes like clowns, sometimes like ruffians br●●●●●ue,  
Sometimes like courtiers sometimes like lawyer's gra●●●●●e,  
Like Farmers, Citizens, or like a serving man,  
Like glassemen, tinkers, or like foot posts, can  
Those Rascals run, our kingdom round about,  
And not be found when justice seeks them out.  
They may be drunk, or swear, or of the Pope speak 〈◊〉,  
Forswear themselves, or lie, or what they will.  
No evil in them, can join sins name unto it,  
If for the Church, and Pope's avail they do it.  
The self same power that to deccave hath he,  
He gives to them that once deccaved be.  
With hell's Commission, given a devil to preach,  
So doth the Pope his Saints and Children teach.  
From Rome then let this truth be understood,  
The Pope knows how, to make all mischiefs good.   

These hell seed sowers, when they come to see  
Such, as to whom, they may unmasked be.  
With words dissolved in graceless zeal to tears,  
He then to them, with humble speech declares.  
He doth no more than their salvation crave:  
He comes, their souls from Hell, and Devil, to s●●●●●ue,  
Alas saith he, your preachers do you wrong,  
Not of the Church, you not to heaven belong.  
The●●●●● with a cross, and body humbly bend,  
My Lord the Pope his holiness hath sent▪  
By me, from forth Saint Peter's blessed store,  
heavens heavenly kingdom, home unto your door.  
Oh do you then, with joy your hearts address,  
For to receive, heavens proffered happiness.  
To heaven, mark well, for it is truth I say,  
You cannot go, unless I teach the way.  
And if you will no longer be beguiled,  
To holy Rome you must be reconciled.  
Thus they at first, do set destructions trap,  
And throw themselves into devotions lap.  
They ●●●●●old their words, in seeming holy zeal,  
And from the hearers, thus their hearts they steal.  
And when as their persuasions thus have wrought,  
As to Rome's sea, by th●●●●●m some souls are brought.  
Then to the Pope, once reconciled and sworn,  
From hence to Rome, their hallowed names are borne.  
And afterwards, it's taught them by degrees,  
To understand the strength of Rome's decrees.  
And so forth on, until they come to this,  
To know like them, their prince no Christian is.  
And some thing done, from sin their land to free,  
As murdering him, should meritorious be.  
And as they find a spirit fit to hear,  
So will they use their doctrines to declare.  
And give to them, wha●●●●● thei●●●●● denotion brings,  
Beads, pictures, Saints, and pretty hallowed things.  
Pope's do maintain their Antichristian Schism,  
With relics, rags, and A pish Munckanisme.  
The simple thus, by them dece●●●●●ued are,  
The wise are caught, even by the self same snare.  
Thus in the da●●●●●cke of hell's eternal shade▪  
Amongst ourselves, are English traitors made.  
This is the seed that 〈◊〉 sow,  
And this the 〈◊〉, that from their labours grove.  
And that these evils unseen may safely flourish,  
our Papists do them and thei●●●●● actions nourish.   

But that which thre●●●●●ts great Brit●●●●●ns monarchy,  
and best uphold Rome's hateful dignity.  
Is that 'mongst us, there ruleth secretly,  
A sea, and state, of Popish presbetrie.  
In England here Rome hath an Archpriest placed,  
The Pope hath him as with a Council graced.  
Some certain Papists only knows his walk.  
And they alone, of Rome's diseignes must talkative.  
All Jesuits, of Rome's Privy Council be,  
For best they know the grounds of treachery.  
At Rome for them, Princelike their Agents are,  
Who doth their causes to the Pope prefer.  
Rome hither, they thither, usually,  
As cause requires, do send in embassy.  
Before our safety, can sound be enjoyed,  
This Priest and Council needs must be destroyed.  
For by their means the Pope doth play the devil,  
And plagues us here with every kind of 〈◊〉.  
All they desire, is our Co●●●●●fusions shame,  
And o●●●●●er us, the Pope supreme to name.  
Arch-Papist, doth for this the best he ca●●●●●,  
Church-papist, he becomes his journey man;  
All work together, the Pope aloft to raise,  
And still their working, works our dangerousness' days.  
Of some perhaps that thing is now cond●●●●●mned,  
which done, would then, much more have been cōmende●●●●●  
All did not know, by some the treason coined,  
Once done, God knows, how many would have 〈◊〉  
To sound effect, could Rome her hopes compose,  
Rome's foreign friends, would soon bec●●●●●me our 〈◊〉  
For he, on whom is laid their faith's foundation,  
Can quickly give a gene●●●●●all dispensation.  
What Rome not gets by force or policy,  
By promise, vows, oaths, threats, or 〈◊〉.  
By charms, in chantments, witchcraft, sorcery,  
For that he fights ape●●●●●te, or secretly.  
With murder, treason, blood, and treachery,  
The Pope makes these his great artillery.  
Thus he upholds his sea of blasphemy,  
And when he doth, to hostile actions fly,  
Then that which most is shame to Majesty:  
His kings must serve him in his villainy,  
there's not an evil, that hell determine shall,  
But Popes will use, to seru●●●●● their turns withal.  
Their actions weighed, then let the truth speak thus,  
Pity to them, is cruelty to us.   

Are these the fruits, that Romish Saints forth bring?  
Is it for this, so oft th●●●●●y masses sing?  
Is this the zeal of their veligio●●●●●s heat?  
So oft for this, do they their prayers repeat?  
Is it for this, their God in mind to bear?  
That on their breasts, a Crueifixe they wear?  
Is it for this, that whip themselves they use?  
For this do they, their clothes to wear refuse?  
Do they for this, to Saints and Angels pray.  
Use shrift, and ponance, and fast so oft must they?  
Is this their love, alms, patience, and humility?  
Is this their peace, and churches sweet tranquillity▪  
Are these the children, that Roman faith begets?  
With help of Popes, Friars, Nuns and jesuits?  
Are they for this, with holy-water bles●●●●●?  
Do their perfection in these effects consist?  
Now suit since they, such deeds as these prefer,  
The Pope's a whore, her children bastards are.  
All their deuotion●●●●●, brings such works about,  
Oh God keep me from being so devout.  
I hope the Papists, no excuse can make,  
This treason was for their religion sake.  
And all the treasons, in late Eliza●●●●●s reign,  
Were done by those, that did Rome's Sea 〈◊〉▪  
So many then, as are thereof ashamed,  
Leave Rome, serve God, and be no further blamed.  
But let obedience, to your Sovereign prove,  
Your saithful soundness, and repentant love.  
And though ere long the cunning of Rome's dr●●●●●ft,  
Will coin some cause, themselves from shame to 〈◊〉  
Yet those of you, that will not shameless be,  
Come to our Church, and from Rome's doctri●●●●●e flee.  
And you that are the simplest sort of them,  
That may be thought, plain honest meaning men▪  
Your ignorance, no sound devotion teacheth,  
Trust not the lies, that Popish doctrine preacheth.  
Some now I hope heavens grace to them imparted,  
Will be from Rome, by Rome's foul deeds converted▪  
Oh may that honour, whose heart sins action loathed,  
Hence forth no more, be in Rome's darkness clothed▪  
Mount Eagles like, love heavens all lightning sun,  
And from the clouds of Popish darkness run.  
So many years the truth hath clearly shined,  
As none but those that will, can still be blind.  
Who so his eyes, against the light will shut,  
Must needs himself in misty darkness put.  
Be such Religion, of the world disdained,  
As is with treason, blood, and murder stained.  
Papists still blind, let not our Isle contain them,  
Send them to R●●●●●me, for all but Rome disdains them.   

From of Rome's shore, my Muse herself doth wend,  
And would her course unto Great Briton bend.  
My native land, oh let to her my zeal,  
The evidence of loves affection seal.  
Who ist that sees the wrong unto us done,  
But will from Rome and Rome's adherents run.  
God in thy love, preserve those Princely states,  
Who all as one, Rome's Sea, and doctrine hates,  
And those 'mongst us, that of profession vaunt,  
My little ruft, most peevish puritant.  
Whose Brownisme, must our quiet state offend,  
That witless strives for trifles to contend.  
Whose in good sooth, indeed, and verily,  
Near knew the ground, of faith's sincerity.  
Whose folly, in a wide masked net doth dance,  
Whose zeal is but a painted ignorance.  
Whose wildness runs the fields and woods unto,  
Where preaching Cobblers, learns them what to do.  
Nise, curious wits, vain, idle, wise, like daws,  
jump over blocks, and stumble most at straws.  
When now they see, how God his Church hath loved,  
Let them thereby, to join with us be moved.  
And strive no more to prove their foolery,  
Against both learning and authority.  
Such will alone, for Christ his flock be known,  
And will allow no Church, besides their own.  
Twixt them and those, thrown into like suspense,  
There should be made, some greater difference.  
Those that have borne the burden of the day,  
And never ceased, to watch, to preach, to pray.  
Whose love and zeal, hath so heavens precepts taught,  
As they to heaven, have greatest number brought.  
To King and State, whose hearts are constant, sound,  
Whose doctrine doth on faith's salvation ground.  
Let not the Church, give to itself a wound,  
By losing those that are most faithful found.  
All those grave Preachers, wise and fit to teach,  
For trifles, let them not refuse to preach.  
But use their tallant, God's number to increase,  
Great is the sin, if now they hold their peace.  
He doth not evil, that to his power withstands it,  
But who forbids not sin, and may, command it.  
The threats of law, sway not affection so,  
As those good deeds which righteous rulers do,  
When no man may, tell kings they do amiss,  
Then in obedience their corruption is.  
But God hath sent to us a virtuous King,  
Let virtues love, true loves obeisance bring.  
Oh let our love be to that grace not missed,  
In which ourselves, and all the world is blessed.  
The glory of that royal issues line,  
Like to the sun, their famous deeds shall shine.  
For Britons weal, let all good people try.  
To crown her fame with perpetuity.  
God so the ground of her foundation lay,  
As that no strength may work her weals decay.  
Her glories, trophies, let no such earthquake shake,  
Whose force would her, the land of Ruin make.  
But let the glory of her King and state,  
Consume those foes that would her ruinate.  
Traitors that would, in blood our land have drowned,  
God them destroy, and all their plots confound.  
Those hearts that would, domestic wars procure.  
Be they first made, of death's destruction sure.  
No home bred broils, may they our peace disturb,  
Such minds, oh let the strength of justice 〈◊〉.  
Me thinks there should be some thing understood,  
When heaven is clothed in clouds of fire and blood.  
Before and since the heavens did never cast,  
More signs than were about this treason last.  
Could heathen men judge future evils to hap,  
When thunder did the Oaks in pieces rap.  
And if the sun should but some sign bewray,  
Might no man dare 'gainst such prediction say.  
And now shall heaven both fire and blood presage,  
And we not think they chide this sinful age.  
Eclipses strange both 〈◊〉 Moon and Sun,  
When strangely they, on heaps together come.  
Shall reason so, and wisdoms strength be broken,  
That by such signs, there shallbe nothing spoken.  
Shall God oft shake, as in his fury's wrath,  
The solled roundle of this maslie earth.  
And yet we still remain secure in sin,  
Oh no, let's all for to repent begin.  
The better that our safeties strength may grow,  
Let josua, Acan, and his wedge hence throw.  
Our peace at home, be that established sure,  
No force abroad, can Britons wrack procure.  
In civil wars, when soldiers arms are worn,  
Unjust, triumph, the just are forceed to mourn.  
No soldiers sword, could make Rome's Empire stand,  
When Rome, Rome self, bruised with rebellion's hand.  
Let Britons, which do God and Christ pro●●●●●esse,  
Their faiths true soundness, by their deeds express.  
So shall heavens God, our King and land defend,  
And from his Loins a Royal issue send.  
That on his throne, shall sit triumphantly,  
Till Christ doth come in glorious dignity.  
This grace God grant, and thus shall cease my pen,  
But still my heart, till death shall say Amen.   
FINIS.   

A Song of rejoicing for our late deliverance.  

GReat Britons Isle, world's wonder, heavens delight,  
Religion's strength, faith's seat, professions stay:  
Confirmed, mayntaynd, upheld, in hell's despite,  
That 〈◊〉 in thee salvation flourish may.  
Thy King survives, and on Mount Zion stands,  
Protected safe, from force of traitors hands.   

Thy Queen, thy Prince, thy Peers, and Princely state,  
Thy Lords, thy bishops, Knights, and Burgesses:  
God hath preserved from Rome's intestine hate,  
A sudden flame, should have consumed, all these.  
Rome's traitors n●●●●●w, so to the world are known,  
As treasons Min●●●●●, hath Rome, and them up blown.   

falsehood, ●●●●●ells child, in hell dark Paths doth tread,  
To hide itself, from truths disc●●●●●rning eye▪  
But traitors, God will to destruction lead,  
They cannot live, from judgements struck to fly.  
Treason is like, the Baziliske his eyes,  
First seeing, kills, first being seen, it dies.   

In s●●●●●ight of Rom●●●●●s proud Antichristian force,  
Celestial ioy●●●●●, with heavenly comfort 〈◊〉  
Their souls in whom, once touched with sins remorse.  
By ●●●●●aith in Christ, a gracious dew distilleth.  
Rome is exiled, and this is Albion's glory,  
King james maintains, the scriptures sacred story,   

When Gods true Church, doth in her glory shine,  
Why should some minds, their wisdom so preserre:  
As if they were, than scripture more divine,  
By self conceit, to seed contentions jar.  
Sun, Moon, and Stars, those lights too little be,  
To give them light, that will themselves not see.   

A unyon, and a uniform, Conclude,  
For trifles, let not time with truth contend:  
No shadows can, substantial faith delude.  
Indifferent things, should not the wise offend.  
By joining all, in blessed unity,  
With dateless fame, Crown Britons monarchy.   
FINIS.