A POEM TO THE Right Honourable Sir J. B. Knight, &c.  

AS Mariners, that in a Storm are Tost,  
If they can get in safety to the Shore,  
ne'er mind the toil and Pains it Cost;  
But set it all on Safeties Score:   

So, Loyal Sir! though you have been of Late,  
Perplexed with a damned Rebellious Crew;  
That strive to over-throw King, Church, and State;  
Remember, therefore, what to Both is Due.   

Let not the Laws, Religion, and the Life  
Of Caesar lie within the Power of those,  
Whom you may see, by their Rebellious Strife,  
Have Sworn themselves the King and kingdoms Foes.   

Why do they Quarrel else, without Occasion,  
And fill the Rabble with such causeless Fears;  
What mean they by their damned Association,  
But for to set's together by the Ears?   

They Talk of Pope, and Arbitrary Power,  
Of Subjects Rights, and privileges too;  
Where was our privilege in that sad Hour,  
When these cursed Rebells did the Land subdue?   

Then sacrilege, and Murder, was no Crimes,  
Then Arbitrary Power was not named;  
Though all that knew or heard of those sad Times,  
Must doubtless think those very Saints were damned.   

Was not Our martyred sovereign, Church, and State,  
stripped of their Rights, Prerogative, and Power?  
Did He not fall a Victim to their Hate,  
That would again King, Laws, and Church devour?   

If Murders, Treasons, and such Crimes go free,  
As they have done of Late, with great Applause;  
What need they care, how wicked then they be,  
So they can carry on the Good Old Cause?   

Go on therefore, and put the Laws in Force,  
If you'd besafe; there's nothing else will do:  
And let not Ignoramus stop their Course,  
To favour any of the Factions Crew.   

Then would our Isle enjoy a Happy State,  
And Caesar Reign in Safety on the Throne;  
By your Example, would His Friends increase  
And all obediently His Power own?    

LONDON, Printed for T. S. in the Year 1682.