An Answer to a Printed Protestation made by some of the Societies of the Inns of Court, against Dutiful Addresses: with Thanks to His Majesty for his most Gracious Declaration to all his Loving Subjects.  Written by an Old Cavalier. 
GEntlemen, I admire not that you disagree,  
By Discords you have gotten many a Fee:  
You now make known averseness to a thing,  
When Loyal hearts do strive to treat their King.  
I do admire your Reasons, you should rather  
Maintain those Laws (perverted) killed his Father.  
Those noble good Laws which your studious care  
Hath made you know, should have a double share  
Of Loyalty and Duty, and not Passion,  
T' affront a Loyal zeal in such a fashion,  
(As to protest against it:) be not furious,  
Heats against Duty may become Injurious.  
If the true matter may be freely spoken,  
The Bond of Unity 'tis you have broken,  
By your opposing Duty, in a thing  
Consisting with the Laws; to thank their King  
For's condescending Favours, which doth flow  
From his pure Goodness, which doth always show  
Bountiful Encouragements to your Profession;  
And must he be requited with Transgression?  
Can you but know that from the Kingly Powers,  
Your Rise and Honours have had sovereign showers  
Of bountiful Immunities from the Crown?  
Which Lawless persons fain would tumble down.  
The King hath promised, and doth still declare,  
To maintain the Laws against them that dare  
Abuse them; may you not fairly repose  
In quiet, but create yourselves new Foes  
Amongst yourselves, as though your learned Skill  
Was thus to Rant, and vent your furious will?  
Is't to be thought unwise if chat you bring  
A thankful Offering to so good a King?  
A King that is so jealous of th'abuse  
Of Laws, that he punisheth the profuse  
Disturbers of its peace, and doth command  
A due Obedience throughout the Land:  
And your Societies he doth maintain,  
To your great Honour, and exceeding Gain.  
Then should it be your Duty to give Thanks,  
Not to oppose him with your vainer Pranks,  
More looking like a Conventicle Fry,  
Then from a learned grave Society;  
Which should be Leaders on in such an Action,  
But your high Walls I see can't keep out Faction;  
A Leprosy so spread beyond its border,  
And it is strange it should beget disorder  
In persons of great Parts and Education,  
Should thus become Disturbers of the Nation,  
Or Animators in this evil day,  
Where Lawless persons labour to bear sway;  
Control the Laws in force, make them as Flax,  
And turn it to their use like Nose of Wax.  
Let them have care that Hemp be not their merit,  
A Tribute due to men of such a Spirit.  
Consider it again this long Vacation,  
The ill Example you have shown the Nation:  
Other Societies, and of the Gown,  
Have paid most Loyal Duty from their Town;  
Corporations have abounded with Addresses,  
And must yours be the only sour Messes?  
Must the King still have such unsavoury Diet?  
Nothing of pleasing Taste, lest it disquiet  
Your squeazy Stomaches? you of your Profession  
Should cherish Duty, not think't a Transgression  
For to be grateful; your Precedent is ill,  
YE encourage Slighting, and do Duty kill.  
Consider it anew, return to Duty,  
Then will you give Societies a Beauty  
Which will look lovely, not like Janus Faces,  
Look both ways, to your very great disgraces.  
Remind your Educations and your Birth,  
For Princely Powers can Honour you on Earth:  
Powers Divine I'm sure pays Gratitude,  
Rejects th'ungrateful, passionate and rude  
Opposers of due Reverence to their Prince:  
From such Societies, God keep me thence.   

LONDON: Printed for N. T. 1681.