THE RECANTATION Of the Prelate of CANTERBURY: Being his last Advice to his Brethren the Bishops of ENGLAND: To consider his Fall, observe the Times, forsake their ways, and to join in this good work of REFORMATION.  
Remember that ye magnify this great work which men behold, The Nations that knew not God, shall rejoice at it, The noise thereof shall go to the ends of the world, Psal.  
London, Printed, 1641.   

To his ever much esteemed, and most deserving Friend, the author of this Palinodia.  

WHilst thou unmitr'st prelates, lo! we bow  
To gather gracious Garlands for thy brow.  
And 'cause thou woundest them with so sweet a grace,  
They cannot grudge, but smiling on thy face,  
Must humbly kiss the Rod: So, make thy way  
Through glories air, until the vulgar eye  
Forget thee, and aethereal thou appear  
Unto the sons of wisdom, like a clear  
And select Star, which cannot deign to bow,  
And court the empty vapours here below.  
P. A.    

Palinodia Cantuariensis.  
THough the wicked hath settled his habitation with the Eagle among the stars, and say in his mind, I shall not be changed, I shall not taste of affliction, neither shall the days of Adversity lay hold on me, yet there is an appointed time for all things, And the Almighty who hath disposed the whole world, and hath charge over the Earth, will not pervert Judgement, His Eyes are upon the ways of Man, He seeth all his goings, There is no darkness, nor shadow of Death where the workers of iniquity may hide themselves, but in end the fullness of destruction will come upon them, as the wide breaking in of Waters: Terrors will pursue their souls as the wind, and their welfair shall pass away as a Cloud.  
To these great Verities do I now humble myself, and in the sense of that convincing power (my reverend Brethren, who should be to your times the Beauty of Integrity) that shakes my mind as an Earthquake, do I pronounce the children of wisdom blessed, and that no State is so good, so sure, so happy, as the State of a good conscience. But alas, the immoderate desire of a foolish glory, and the passion to raise my condition to an height as unlawful as unbeseeming, and the want of an humble affection to truth, and hatred of error, hath now produced me an example to after ages, and a beacon to preserve you from Ship wrack, since therefore my angry stars, will that I forfeit my reputation to shame, and my life t● Justice; Suffer me (ye that have had a Communion of Fortune with me, and on whom the door of Favour is not, yet altogether shut) Suffer me to pour further my Soul in the bosom of your compassion: resign all your tears to me, that I may weep for this day, this day of indignation, which hath swallowed me up as a prey, and wherein destruction hath come upon me like an armed man, Receive these my words, my last words, I bequeathe to you the Counsels of Truth, which if ye treasure up in your mind, will be a cordial to make you live, and not die, for now I am upon the borders of Time, The veil is removed, and I must enter Eternity, 'tis no more time to dally with the gospel, and the World.  
Ye have been my Fellow-Labourers in a strange Work, which we must now confess, is not of God, and therefore wonder not, if it tumble down. We have miserably prostituted our souls to the Imagination of a mitre, whose Glory cannot save us in the day of shame, And all our endeavours have been to erect an Hierarchy, upon the ruins of Religion and commonwealths. O consider this, ye that figure to yourself a happiness, where there is none, and look what pleasure I have of those things, whereof I am now ashamed, No nothing but the comfortless stings of a restless remembrance, of by gone unanswerable deeds, w●● I speak with horror, and profess with a bleeding heart. I have embraced that shadow which ye so hotly court; I have been lift up to the pinnacle of the Temple, whereat ye so zealously aspire, and was gazed upon as a star, which gave life, and motion to you all; I have trod these same paths wherein ye contend, and liberally tasted these empty pleasures of preferments. And of all my labours, have reaped nothing, but hatred, and ruin to myself, misery, and reproach to the Church.  
And it is in vain to put the day of evil, and Justice far from me, for it He that lately did swim in his Prince's smiles, on whom Nature had bestowed her great abilities with a liberal hand, and Fortune had bountifully opened her breast, could find no eloquence to be with the sword of Justice, nor to mollify the cruelty of the times, but behooved to drink the unavoidable Cup presented to him, What can I expect when the Appetite of revenge is set on edge? And if Wrath has so easily traveled over Mountains, how shall it not strike flat the molehills: If the angry thunder made the noble Cedars shrink, how shall not the silly shrubs, lately crept from the mud of the Valleys be drowned in their Primitive baseness? I will not harbour the least hopes of escape, or think that my Surplice stained with the adulterous spots, of the great whore, can plead favour, when the purple richly died with the rays of His majesty's Countenance, could not meet with pardon.  
Though I have hitherto decked myself with a kind of Majesty, and Grace, in my prelatical pride arrayed with splendour, and taught the gazing times to hide my faults, giving my Plots good Fortune, yet behold, an ungracious light (sudden as a Tempest at Sea) hath discovered my nakedness, and published my shame; I am vile, and abased, trod down, and hid in the dust; Judgement and Justice take hold on me, and cast abroad the rage of their wrath, which will certainly extend their terrors to you, and grind you to powder, if ye forsake not these ways, whose going down are to the chambers of death. And therefore while my oil is yet lasting, and my Taper weakly burning, I will disclose the true causes of this great misery, and help you with an upright confession of my ways, as a Sacrifice for myself (if it were possible to expiate the stain of my dishonour, and appease the world's displeasure, universal as the Sunne-Beams, and hot consuming flames) and a Testimony against you (O children of defection) in the day of your account.  
That I might appear a great churchman of vast desires, and designs, being radically resolved to set up a tyrannical Power in the Persons of Prelates, over the worship of God, over the consciences, liberties, and goods of the People, It cannot be denied, but I have negotiated most eagerly, and strained all Possibilities, and Stratagems of State, to erect an Hierarchy, forgetting the directions of the Gospel, and the bonds of Monarchy, and the cries of the oppressed, leaving nothing undone to promote my intentions, and achieve my ends, to which I had emancipated all thepowers of my mind, with so strong a Passion, as if I had been sent into the world for no other purpose, or as if the glory of God had been interessed, the honour of the King wounded, and all Religion had consisted in Episcopacy.  
This I thought to effectuate two manner of ways, especially, first by establishing myself at home in England, in the power of Sole and universal Jurisdiction, and that I might attain to be a Patriarch, for which ye know I have not stuck to plead contentiously. 2. By bringing the neighbour Nations of His majesty's Dominions, but most particularly that Kingdom of Scotland (to me so fatal) under my verge, and to the obedience of these novations, and alternations, wherein my Grandeur, and this change did essentially consist; With what excrbitancy of over-daring pride, and what insolency I have swayed all in the Church of England. How impudently I laid by the pastoral duty, and a care to approve myself to the eternal and secular Powers; how I have neglected all fear of Laws, of censure and shame, since I obtained the chair of Canterbury, and begun my Antichristian reign, imposing absolute Tyranny on the souls and wills of people, shall the after-age be hardly induced to believe. O b●t behold your poor Primitive mother, the distressed Church of this island, (if you be the children concerned in her bleeding miseries) and look how woefully she is torn, how we have opened her tender sides, pulled her Crown from her head, and trod her under foot, Nay she lies breathlesses, all covered with wounds, with sores all defiled, And those glorious twins, Religion and Peace, who loved to triumph here, sweetly kissing each other, spreading over us the beauty of their haltionian days, how have we alas so shrewdly, so undeservedly banished, and given place to the unquiet furies of ugly error, and bloody war, so that whiles she lies labouring, like a disgraced Virgin under the throws of her thick coming sorrows, in all the corners of the land, may it justly, be complained.  

Postquam interna furor discerpere viscera caepit,  
Omnia membra labant, soluto & defecta vigore,  
Tabescunt, tota penitus compage soluta  
A capite ad calcem vestigia nulla salutis  
Quip ubi cor languct, vitalia cuncta laborant.  
Quis miserae queat Ecclesiae memorare dolores,  
Vulnera deflere lachrimis? mala dicere verbis?  
Nec mihi si centum linguae, totidem ora sonarent,  
Nec si Mconii Vatis torrente redundem,  
Nec si mell●fl●i contingat Musa Maronis  
Haec satis enumerem, subsint aut verba volenti.   
But now her cries have pierced the Clouds, and he that said he would come, does come full of vengeance, with phials of wrath in his hand to pour upon those who have so sore oppressed her. I did voluntary forego her woe, and Sacrificing to the lusts of my own mind, I luled the world a sleep, that the throne which I was building, for the greatness of my name, might rise more safely, I had erected a kind of Inquisition through the whole Land, and none dared so much to look stern upon the face of Episcopacy, (though they had been most eminent in all the graces of the Spirit) but presently behooved to be crushed; I had so cunningly interlaced the Image of the Beast, with His majesty's portrait, that none durst inveyagainst the one, but presently behooved to injure the other (thus caught within the compass of Treason,) by a strange Divinity, assuring the world, that the Crown could not flourish on the King's head, without the Fellowship of a mitre; All my pretensions were deeply guilded with the Beams of Authority, which through inadvertency, and fashion of Times, I made Usher in such strangers, as deflored the Church, abused the State, and dishonoured the whole Dominion.  
When the seeds of Arminianism, Superstition, and Popery, (by my episcopal law more tendering the honour of Hierarchy, than the gospel's integrity) simplicity had been very Luxuriant, and overrun the whole Vineyard, I knew that as Rome was now filled with joy, for the fair hopes of our return to her, so was England, and all the Churches reformed choked with fear and sorrow; For alas, even as the Earth looks sad, and sullen, at the sun's departure, and every Tree, every flower puts forth a tear when he renews his comfort, Why do not we conceive the lovers of the Spirit of truth, must be dismayed, wounded in heart, and clothed in sorrow when truth is banished from out the face of the Earth. Yet would I never make scruple (out of zeal to that spiritual Monarchy) to tread down all those who were bold to speak against the calamities of Times, iniquities of the Times, and the injuiries done to the Gospel, though we must all confess the Spirit of Truth, did powerfully dwell in them. I suppressed them, removed them, and send them in banishment beyond Sea, thereby depriving Church and commonwealth of their Christian help, both in Religion, and Policy; But my own Creatures, willing Instruments to promote my counsels, and Projects, were most solemnly advanced to the places in Church and State. Thus We went on, kept our correspondence, and ordored our game by such a strange cunning, and violence, that there remains a black History for our deeds, which will hardly meet with belief in other Churches.  
By the whole Current of my carriage, by my practices, ways, motions, and intelligence ye knew, alas, that I was about that great work of the Whore of Rome, (in such sort that some of the Pasquils of the time have Charactered me Her laborious Pander) to make the possession of World Hers, and derogate from the glory of the Gospel, and honour of Kings. O be ashamed for so miserably prostituting yourselves, and your souls to the domineering pride of my humour, in fomenting my Popish intentions, constantly followed by you, as if we had jointly conspired to the overthrow of Truth and Religion.  
And because the Printers press did often speak the times, and tell the world the mystery of my Episcopising, therefore did I arrogate to myself the keys thereof, and making the power of Printing depend on me, did shut and open the same at my pleasure. Neither durst any book though never so richly embellished with the treasures of piety and wisdom once appear, until by a supercilious licence my canonic Secretaries had first found it relish deeply of the Romish and Arminian poison. And as I was the rule of doctrine, intending and remitting the qualities of Sermons, as the conditions of times required, So were many Pulpits profaned with Heresies, Revilings, and Scurrilous reproaches; Nay, wherein have I restrained my insolent, and unbridled mind in the pursuit of my superstitious follies? What Statute civil or ecclesiastical cannot rise up against me, and argue guilty? To show how I have framed new Constitutions, Ceremonies without number, which infest the world daily more and more, Canons, and Articles, and Oaths, printed, published, and forced upon the people? How we have dared to grant Licenses, and make presumptuous Dispensations? How we have kept Courts, made all our Processes, Summons, Citations, and Censures in our own name, & style, it would make a History as long as tedious to the World, as shameful to my abhorred self: They are written with the point of a Diamond on all the Church windows, every letter whereof to me is a nigrum Theta; for it must be confessed, that I and my furious faction so ordered all, until all was put out of frame, making the kingdom the object of pity, lacerate with many miseries and distresses, and myself of too just an hate, thereby giving occasion to the Enemies of the Gospel, to sing Te Deum, and to the Church of England to cry Ichabod. And never more justly than now might it be said, Men groan from out of the City, and the souls of the wounded cry out.  
But I forbear to enlarge myself, and afflict you with the sad relation of these conveyances wherein ye had a great hand, & to which ye are privy, only let me confound myself, before the World in this Declaration concerning my tyranny in the Scottish affairs, because it is the most eminent, and funest act of the Tragedy, and has proved most effectual to my perdition, and from thence unde dolour & lachrymae, put forth a prophecy to you of these evils, which will certainly come upon you likeways, break you asunder, and shake you to pieces, if you stop your ears, and still hate to be reformed, when he that is the confidence of all the ends of the earth, hath now revealed himself so powerfully, and answered the expectation of the upright creature by terrible things, in righteousness; for I know the end of your hopes, and gave expansion to my soul to seek the things of this world, and not of God, but now, behold, I stand upon the stage of mortality like an accursed tree, the miserable object of this age, groan under the hatred of three kingdoms, able to crush all the mitres in England, ready to be teared by the wrath of mine Enemies, who sharp their eyes against me.  
Not content with that absolute Power which the error and consuetude of Times, and the indulgence of Princes (importuned with restless ambition) suffered to fall upon me here in the English Church, I would needs dilate myself like a swollen cloud of infection, to obscure the light, to poison the air, and to trouble the calm, and serenity of other kingdoms; I could not endure that other Churches should look grievously, and a squint upon our manner of government. For I must confess, my intentions were deep and large, against all the reformed Churches, and Reformation of Religion, which through his majesty's Dominions I had wounded to the very soul, so that it lay grovelling, and panting on the ground ready to expire, if I had not been removed, and our plots detected to the glory of God, to the honour of King and Parliament, to the terror of the wicked, and comfort of all those who have been labouring after the beauty of these times, and would have bought these acceptable days with many thousands.  
For this purpose, I made the first assault on the weakness of Scotland, (as in my light estimation I conceived, but was destitute of the Spirit of prophecy) and caused to be compiled a Service book for their devotion, obtruding the same upon their Church, which I knew the tenderness of their conscience could no ways endure; yet by my own counsel I was cast down; for though I knew well it was nothing else but a strange Rhapsody of all unclean things and unsavoury, which once received in the bowels of Church or State, could never give rest, till like a virulent poison it had begotten intestine war in the body ecclesiastic and civil. I knew likeways it overturned from the foundation the order of their Church, making a large entry to all Novations to come, being repugnant to the Doctrine, Discipline, and order of their Reformation, to their Confession of Faith, Constitutions of their general Assemblies, and Acts of their Parliament establishing true Religion; yet would I needs enforce that book upon a Nation, which sooner would have welcomed the Plague, the Famine, and the Sword. Hence did spring this terrible combustion, (which I fear shall no other ways be quenched, then by the blood of that faction which caused the same) now threatening with open mouth, and implacable fury to devour us all; When the Scots affrighted with such an unknown Monster had in most humble manner prostrate themselves to authority, and craved a dispensation, from that imprestable obedience, not able to drink that poison which I had so imperiously presented to them, as if supreme Majesty had been violated, Monarchy affronted, and a royal Prerogative many ways injured, I armed Authority against them, and made such strange pretences, dissembling a zeal to the honour of the crown (which mean while I was trampling underfoot) that any thing behooved to be done, all the Treasures of Revenge were to be wasted, before his majesty's command did not meet with full obedience; but the suggestions and motions were ever mine, most palpably to blow up all, and involve all in conflagration.  
All the Supplications (both pious and frequent) the Declarations, Informations, and Reformations (to which none of us could ever reply) of that afflicted Nation, I caused to be suppressed most diligently (not able to stand before such a Light, and fearing they should work the overthrow of our cause) and procured them to be answered, with terrible Proclamations. And when they were constrained to use the remedy of protestation, without any scruple or trial of the business, (like an undistinguishing fire that delights to feed itself by embracing all Objects) I caused them be declared and published, in all the Churches of England, Traitors, and rebels; And lastly when they were seeking to possess their Religion against my strange devices, and Novations, I Kindled the fatal war, and rather than I should fall from my counsels, and have any of my intentions cast back on my face, I choosed to cover the whole Island with blood.  
And therefore having once espoused the Roman quarrel, I caused display an open banner and mustered my forces, called forth my Squadrons (as if religion, and the honour royal had been lying at the stake) and set forth an episcopal Expedition for defence of the Mitre, which in end will be covered with ashes in despite of all created powers. But o ye of little providence, for what all this fury? Where were your souls? And why did none of us foresee the black success of such destructive, distempers, and unmerciful extremities? But this was our hour, our very hour, wherein we were wise to our own destruction.  
Thus when by our working the Land was divided in two Armies, advanced and brought in view of each other, yet not so much as a Dog to offend; When all matters were sweetly composed, and by a Pacification as undesired as unexpected of us both Nations had comforted themselves with the hopes of peace and quietness, then like an angry wind that lays bare the very ocean, or like fire imprisoned, I burst forth and spread myself with greater violence, and could not give rest to my mind, till a new war was kindled, and all things for their destruction with a fresher resolution than before prepared against them. How I bestirred by self both at the counsel Table, and privy Juncto, to reproach all his majesty's royal intentions of peace with his Subjects, and that Pacification as dishonourable, and fit to be broken, ye can all bear me record. I controlled the judgement of the whole kingdom and Parliament. And though they found no just reason and emergency for war, yet because I apprehended our kingdom was like to make a fatal end, and our Babel was trembling, ready to tumble down about our ears, and that there was no safety left but to build upon the ruins of their confusion, Therefore in politic probability I thought it most fit to shake all, and put all in divisions and disorders, that so we might work our own safety, and the redemption of Hierarchy from the public reproach, fishing in troubled waters: Thus in my graceless fagacity, I concluded it good counsel to bring both kingdoms nearer to ruin, that being made poor and passive, they might be ruled with the more ease.  
It is not unknown to you all how impudently, and blasphemously I railed against that Covenant of Scotland, (which like a terrible Spear in the hand of the mighty has strike us through the very soul, & must triumph through the world, to the abolishing of that great Bishop, if we observe the indeniable finger of a Providence) though it was most true that the same did contain nothing but the marrow of Religion, was approved by national Assemblies, subscribed by his majesty's Commissioners, & by the Lords of his majesty's counsel, and by them commanded to be subscribed by all the Subjects of that kingdom, as a testimony of their duty to God & the King. Though the beautiful face of Religion which did shine there most gloriously, and all these warrants in a moral way could have justified them, and taught me better manners, yet I would break through all considerations, and make good my mistake, using that power whereof I was in possession to the effectual embracements of my own wishes. As they used all means to approve themselves to God and Man, and deliver unto their posterity the true Religion in her purity and majesty, So I profess my study was to render them odious, charging with unquestioned guilt these Subjects that endeavoured to gain his majesty's favour and were most faithful to his Crown, and dignity.  
When the Parliament could not be induced to descend into war against a Nation, maintaining their Religion, and Liberties, I did impede their proceedings, and stop their Resolutions, as if they had met for no other purpose, then to give up their Judgements to me, and evidence their devotion to my corrupt ends. And not only did I advise the breaking up of that high and honourable Court of Parliament, (on which all the eyes of Europe were fastened, and whence the reformed Churches expected refreshment) but did like-ways sit still in the Convocation house, making Canons and Constitutions: Ordaining under all highest pains, that hereafter the Clergy should preach four times in the year such Doctrines as were contrary not only to the Scottish proceedings, but to the Doctrines and proceedings of other Churches, to the Judgement of all sound Divines, and politics, and tending to the utter slavery, and ruining of all Estates, and kingdoms, and to the dishonour of Kings, and Monarchs. Not content herewith, I procured six Subsidies to be levied of the clergy, under pain of deprivation to all who should refuse for this great exigency, and Holy war. And as if all these had not been sufficient (O hide your faces, and blush for shame) I caused frame and print a Prayer, and sent through all the parishes of England, to be said in time of divine Service, against that Nation by the name of traitorous Subjects having cast off all obedience to their anointed sovereign, and coming in a rebellious manner to invade England, that shame might cover their faces, as enemies to God and the King. Here let horror and wonder seize your soul, and all Religion and C●dor be ashamed; if these alas be the fruits of the spirit of truth, and peace, or the words of charity or the ways of the Gospel God and the World will judge.  
Many strange oaths I invented pressing them upon the pain of imprisonment and huge pecunial mulets. And in that sacred Synod (as we called it, but God is not mocked) was that love-lock of Antichrist forged, that prodigious that bottomless and unlimited oath coined, which was provided most prudently as bonds and chains to tie the laity from invading our liberties which we conceived to be powerfully fortified with our imperiors Canons as a Rampard: So that if the wisdom of the State, in the great counsel and supreme Senate of the kingdom, should think fit to alter any thing hereafter in the government of the Church, we gloried in this as a masterpiece of providence, to anticipate and forestall their judgement by making them swear before hand to damnable heresies (for why should I now dissemble) That the government of Archbishops, Bishops, Deacons, &c. (A strange mishap in Monster with a dragon's tail, not sprung from Scripture,) is jure divino, and that they should never give consent to any alteration. This was a heavy yoke, and strong fetters cast upon Christian liberty. Ye all know what means we used in that our Conclave to make all sure against the storm that threatened us: for the motive of our meeting was not the peace and purity of the Church, (nay, we threw oil in the flame) nor the extirping of heresies, (for day after day they set up their abominable heads, and came forth as Locusts out of the pit) and establishing the truth, in the power of doctrine and discipline; but to assure our episcopacy, and exalt hierarchy, which was now fainting and languishing under the weight of so many reproaches ready to expire. If we dare not for the illegality of these Canons, appear before that powerful sunbeam (the Estates of Parliament) which doth melt us like Snow, and make us ashamed like Bats and Owls, where shall we stand for their impiety in the great day of our reckoning.  
These, o these be the trophies of my triumph, these be the garlands adorning my Mitre, which are now desperately blasted with the angriest thunder that ever fell upon an ambitious hea●, which shall be likeways shortly turned to cypress at my unlamented funerals. The black cloud of dishonour hangs over me, and I am drowned in shame; I am now the despised prey of the world, the noisome spectacle of this age, example of justice to all those who dare crucify the harmless truth, disgrace the beauty of the glorious light, resist the graces of the gospel, stifle the rays of Majesty with impure smoke, and drink with open throat the intoxicate cup of accursed preferment, which taints the judgement, and poisons the heart: And therefore on the bended knees of my soul let me entreat you, to cast your eyes upon me, not for pity and wonder only, but to hate those things which have plunged me in this depth of misery. Go measure the height of your hopes, examine the very life & strength of my happiness, and compare it with that weight of anguish, that mighty trouble of mind, those heavy disappointments, the loss of reputation, that bitter hatred (one dram of which evils, drowns the memory of all my forsaken follies, and deceitful policies) and let this sad and serious remonstrance beget in you a perfect hatred of my ways, opinions and practices, and bring forth in your melting souls, a tender love to the peace of the Church: as you would embrace your own eternal weal.  
For behold I had lately established myself upon the tops of the mountains, and thought I could not be removed, and flourishing like a Bay tree, the terror of three Nations, feared at home, reverenced abroad, (in such sort that the Romish Church thought herself meritoriously acquit, when she made eminent mention of me in her prayers, as of the Rulers of kingdoms, and Princes of the earth, that God would bless so worthy a Prelate, and the great work in his hands) But now I pass away, and my memory stinketh, Lo, there are no more eyes in the 3 kingdoms, nay, in all the Neighbour Churches almost, then are bent against me, and setting me up as a mark, do shoot their anger at me, and gaze at me with outstretched necks: Consider this, and look a little how abject I am now, and how they have pestered me, every mouth is filled with railings, and I remain the subject and recreation of the more frolic pens. The World has consulted with my fate, and found nothing but tyranny contained in the leaf of my destiny, which they have picked out in the anatomy of my name, as if I had been a man set apart for the abuse of Churches and kingdoms, while one doth persecute me with this Anagram,  
WILLIAM Laud. Anagram. I made will Law.  

Spirit of Delusion, Church and State  
Have found this wrapped in thy black fate:  
Thou rearedst forth the Canon law,  
And trembling mad'st them stand in awe,  
And both the sceptres swayaest, but now  
Thy Mitre tumbles from thy brow,  
Thy mask is torn, and we do see  
The flames of thine adulterate eye,  
'Twas from the North was heard the voice  
Making all England to rejoice,  
Which first betrayed thee to thy shame,  
And did display thy stinking fame:  
With tyrant Laws, and Iron rod,  
Thou mad'st the prouder Mountains nod  
And cedars reel, Thence thou wouldst try  
The Arctic Pole, and reach the sky,  
But thence great terrors, lightnings, thunder  
Did tear thy throne, thyself asunder,  
And drowned thee in eternal night  
Proud and counterfeited light.   

'Tis reason scurvy Mitres fall,  
Before base Statesmoles sink us all.   
If this be the world's estimation, how is my Garland now humbled, and laid in the dust? where is that honour, that usurped power by which I knew well how to muzzle the times, and correct the petulancy of the bolder pens? but now they are filled with the venom of Asps, and cast forth floods of gall upon me. Lo here another monument of my fame, for I thought good to show you with what honourable Elegies they resolve to attend my hearse, that ye may be acquainted with your panegyrics before they be engraven on your tomb, no kind recompense they will allow you nor such as this.  

LIke to a blazing Comet in the North  
Drowning the Neighbour Stars, and casting forth  
A flood of fire, that poisoned all the air,  
And darkened the light, thou didst erewhile appear,  
Sulphureous Meteor, dangling in thy sky,  
Thou thoughtst thou couldst the Sun with beauty die,  
And sovereignly presumedst to dispense  
On everything thy usurped influence.  
Base, putrid vapour, which some gentle rays,  
When Phoebus smiling on the Centre plays,  
Hath lately but exhaled, and with his beams  
Hath so so deeply guilded, that it seems  
Thou art a Star indeed, 'Cause thou didst mock  
The Moon and heavenly bodies, and provoke,  
Climbing with jealousy as to a crown,  
Like Lucifer thou diest, and art thrown down.   
Here is likeways the lash of another unmerciful pen; It is my glory to abhor myself, and I must present these little flourishes to you who like chameleons feed on the air of popularity, that in them as in a mirror, ye may discover the mind of the people, and their propension to hate you as Vipers & Serpents, enemies to mankind.  

Laude tibi Laudis nomen malefacta dedere,  
Vt sine Laude praeis, sic sine Laude peris,  
Perniciem in patriae natus, Regisque ruinam es,  
Nequam es consiliis, alter & Achitophel:  
Hic natum in Patrem docuit fera bella movere,  
Tu natum in Matrem bella ciere doces.  
Vt tibi perfidiis fuit ille exemplar iniquis,  
Sic tibi sit mortis unica norm atuae  
I morere ut meritus, laqueoque averte laborem  
Carnificis, Patriae carnificina tuae.   
A comfortless comparison and sad sentence: but what will not a provoked people (alas too justly provoked) say in the heat of their rage? all language is too narrow. If you will have more evidences of the universal distaste, and know how perfectly odious I am, cast your eyes upon this following satire, where they have stretched themselves to the furthest extent of language, & made me as well a devil, as a Tyrant, resolving my name thus,  
WILLIAM LADE. Anagram. I am a devil.  

THen like a fury post to Tartarus,  
Ungentle Monster, and depart from us,  
Sink to the brazen-gated deep abyss,  
And there iriumph, Quaff Stygian Nonacris.  
Now, now the Tale-tell God displays his light,  
To show the world the horror of thy night;  
At whose approach perfuming all the air  
With spicy vapours, Spirits must disappear.  
Hence, hence, on sorrow and revenge to feed,  
Go pulla Viper from Alectoe's head;  
Like angry winds go whip the Stygian Lake,  
And Rodomanthoes' Iron throne make shake;  
Go swallow Lightnings, dart thy prouder thunder,  
Fill hell, as earth, with horrors, fear, and wonder.  
We make more heavenly music at thy fall,  
Than all the spheres that dance about the ball.   
Here comes forth another full of spite as the Grape ready to burst, and shoots his arrows against me, whose poison doth make my spirit to smart.  

To the memory of the true Labourer in the Roman Cause, the Prelate of Canterbury.  
LAborious Pander to the Whore of Rome,  
Th''ve acted bravely, and deserv'st a room  
Above all those who could divide, confound,  
And raze a Church, and kingdom to the ground.  
Thou sprungest most proudly with aspiring vole  
Which could not stoop but to the Capitol.  
The Church, the State, lay panting under neath  
Thy pestering foot, and durst not once but breathe  
A sigh, or groan, nay, though the times we sie  
Were bleeding forth their soul, yet durst not cry.  
Thou pick'st the Diamonds from the diadem  
T' adorn the Mitre, and t'exalt the name  
Of Prelacy'bove power Secular,  
Which shines beside your Moon, but like a Star.  
Dread prelate Lambethan, thou shalt be known  
Where e'er the Roman Eagle yet has flown:  
Nor Becket, Wolsie, nor the hot-brained Crew,  
Who did the harmless Truth so sore pursue,  
Gregorian calendar have beautified,  
So nobly as thou in rubrics deified.  
'Tis true enraged times may sacrifice  
Thee for thy zeal, laugh forth thine Elegies,  
And make thee a Proverb, yet the Lady of lands  
Which doth embrace the World, amazed stands  
And weeps thy loss, the consistorial train,  
His holiness himself, do much complain,  
And swear thehave loosed th' Arch-feather of their wings  
By which they used to soar above the Kings:  
Therefore about each Altar shall they bays  
Throng most solemnly, incense of thy praise  
Shall stream through every grieved cathedral,  
While all the bells toll forth thy funeral.   
Thus am I tossed and made the scorn of time, they hold it good service to the present age, and posterity, to limne me in an hideous hue, and contend whose pen shall be most pungent, and victorious in the Pasquil: These same palms are springing and ripening for you, if ye continue to incense the impetuous people, now in a dangerous agitation, which though oftentimes undistinguishing, yet nothing mistaken in me.  
I desire therefore to entreat you, and conjure you all, in the power of passion, to be no more heirs of my institutions and designs, but rather be astonished, putting on wonder, and pity: for I must tell you, some think that prophecy (Thirteen Revel. at the last) about the beast coming out of the earth, which spoke as a Dragon, even now to be fulfilled, and the mystery thereof revealed in my name, the numeral letters whereof being thus written WILL. Laud make directly the number of the Beast.  
I am the Beast count it that can,  
This is the number, I am the Man.  
If this commentary be not accurate, yet sure the envy is exact, which should beget remorse and fear in me, and wisdom in you, for it will not forbear you when your cup shall be full. O the revolution of times, o the hopes of man! How happy is he who is prepared for all the turnings of the World? I must be shortly dissolved, brethren, and have faithfully (as becomes one in the last Article of his tim●) cast open to you the inner cabinet of my heart, where you may see the very fountain and root of all my woes, and learn to correct the perverseness of your own souls, & come out of Babel, as you would fly from a falling tower. Let my words be precious to you, my condition terrible, and this my lamentation, which I have  
Bathed in dearest tears of bitter grief,  
That ever sought to language for relief.  
Unmask your eyes, and reclaim you from that spiritual adultery, whereby ye have so grievously profaned the chastity of Religion, and given offence to the Reformed Churches. O with what exact humility would I cast myself in the bosom of that truth which I have wounded, if I thought my return would be gracious to the World. I know of what spirit ye be, and in the days of my labour did swell with that happiness which ye all promise to yourselves. But take knowledge from me who has bought it at so dear a rate, and assure yourselves that the hopes of the Righteous shall be gladness, when the expectation of the wicked shall perish. Truth must triumph.  
What shall I do to enforce this great Resolution which concerns you as the life of your souls? Even to quit that your darling which you have hugged so dearly; To lay by your Rochets, renounce your episcopacy, which has ever been the very root of all these Ceremonies which this day do infest the world, & have of old produced the mystery of iniquity: Once begin to entertain this thought that you are fighting against the heavens, and forsake those things which do so evidently foment the combustions of the Christian world.  
How many Rites, and Orders, and Ceremonies, and comic follies, & novations (which are not confined to number, but still springing up after the vanity of the imagination of the heart of man) do attend that Antichristian prelacy, as the tail of the Comet doth follow the imperfect mistion of the evanishing body, which must all be drowned in the clouds of shame, when the Sun comes forth in Majesty like a valiant Champion, to chase ungracious darkness from the face of heaven and earth? O be ashamed, for all that is dear to you in heaven or in earth be ashamed, for the peace of your mind, for the world's reputation, and the welfare of your dear Primitive Mother the Church, be ashamed of these Lordly dignities, that abhorred pre-eminence. No wonder we have so long troubled the calm of Church and commonwealth, because being lift up to the unnatural places of preferment, we are out of our Element, and so cannot give rest to ourselves, nor the world. 'Tis no time to stand out any more, multitude of days may teach you wisdom; God is thundering from above, and in a vein of working miracles. The mystery of iniquity is now perfectly revealed, and the world begins to be weary of that tyranny and Iron rod, which so cruelly has bruised the powers of the earth, and twiched with repentance, shall shortly swell with the spirit of revenge; join therefore cheerfully hand in hand to this Reformation: Behold, the voice of the Turtle is heard in the Land. Night is gone, the day is come, even the day of his power, the beauty of his holiness; for now he will make known the strength of his kingdom, and his Subjects shall be multiplied as the dew from the womb of the morning. Can ye restrain the influence of his will? Or make his eternal purpose of no effect? O remember that ye magnify this great work which men behold, The Nations that knew no God shall rejoice at it, The noise thereof shall go to the ends of the World. Inquire of the days of old, and ask the Generations past, since this Island was blessed with the prerogative of the gospel (whereat the rest of the World may stand jealous, and amazed) if ever the Revelation of the Glory of God, was working more powerfully. Nay, certainly, it must be confessed, if we believe the Scriptures, that as the great Bishop of Bishops, That Man of Sin, that has so long deluded the Kings of the Earth, making them worship vain imaginations, must be swept out of the Church, and be destroyed, So now, even now the disenchanted World thrusts at his very soul through our sides. And those who are more inward with the Spirit of discerning, and observe the advancing of the prophecies, and long after the riches of the gospel to be poured forth upon the fullness of Nations, have joyfully found; in these times a very strange revolution, and that the powers of heaven are shaken, as if it had been mystically foretold in the 111 psalm, Verse 3. 

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{non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} 4 70 30   whose numeral Letters produce directly the strange year, even the year 1640, wherein by the dread Covenant of Scotland most especially, and ever since by the deportments of the children of peace and terror, the God of Truth seemed to make a vow against us. This computation doth hold in English, As in the Hebrew, HIs work Is honourable, anD glorious, anD hIs righteousness enDVrech for eVer, Which cannot be but strange, and joined with the consonancy of times abroad and at home, and the congruity of spirits and humours of men, might charge you with this sad acknowledgement, and beget in you a curiosity to observe what God is doing.  
We must indeed be forced to acknowledge from the sense of our losses, from the daily decreasing of our glory, and the advancements of our enemies, since that great year 1640 (which by after ages shall be observed as the times of Babylonish confusion) That the Lord has been with them wonderfully, that we have been deserted in every particular, and tumbling from a precipice day by day, so that it were madness to think we shall recover our game, or attain to the tops of the Mountains from whence we are fall'n: This assistance, and the very time of the beginning of this reformation is observed by the more curious to have been promised, as it were, and intimated in the 2 Chron. 15. 2. in these. The LorD Is with you WhILe ye be WIth hIM, whose numeral letters, fulfil the same year. But howsoever those curiosities hold, prophecies are no more mysteries, when mysteries are unveiled, and become Histories, for we have found those times, the beginnings of a revolution, which tend to great and effectual alterations, which have given such a swing to the whole fabric of our kingdom, that the ligatures thereof are shaken. Nay, though we should use all nature and art to cement the same, it shall not avail, it shall not prosper, because the finger of God is against us.  
We need not strain arguments afar, to bring this home to your indocile souls, and possess you with this assurance, that there is a great work begun which shall be consummate with glory, to the joy of the friends of the gospel, and utter confusion of the enemies of Peace and Truth; and that in the Church of England likeways, there is certainly a Reformation to be looked for, as in the Church of Scotland, which has (to the great emulation of the disheartened people here, in this hour of hope, promising to themselves a certain relief) so restored Religion and Truth to their splendour and purity (through the particular finger of God) that this day it is the measure of the desires, and the height of the wishes, of all distressed Churches to be established in the comforts of such a Reformation as they now enjoy.  
If the purpose of God by the condition of these times, and this strange working, be not manifested to you, advise with politic probability (Ye that are Jesuited Statists) and behold how every thing struggles for our confusion. The winds are let loose from all the corners of the earth, and spread themselves furiously: All men's affections decay almost, and are loosed to the Leaders of that great cause, for which we have poured out our souls (but unprofitably as waters spilled on the ground). For though to the gloriation of Papists (which they have openly, and insolently declared in print) the face of our Church was changed, and the language thereof altered, yet now consider the temper of men's minds, the strength of their wishes, and power of their affection. Nothing but universal detestation, and averseness from us, and our ways, nothing but an inclination well followed, with the maturity of times, to the contrary in all points. For the people, like a field of standing corn moved by a stiff gale, do all bow their heads one way, or like a strong tide chased by the wind do all make but one current.  
There is likeways a certain quickening, and agitation, and expectation in the spirits of men, to believe, and hope for the beauty of Reformation, and our utter removal, according as they have been (no question) effectually praying, and of late in an extraordinary manner, reporting the comfort of a sure confidence. Now tell me if ye conceive it possible, that so great a work, so eminently assisted by him who holds the ends of the world in his hands, can be deserted, but that it shall be crowned with the Copestone, else they had loosed their prayers, and the strength of their wit, by which we confess they prevail, for he that is the God of their Covenant marches on like a man of war, and will notstay, till the Antichrist be pulled down, and his Enemies be made his footstool, and the Jews and Gentiles called in. We have seen the goings of God the King in the Sanctuary. This is the day, and the work of the Lord terrible in our eyes, wherein the Judgement of the great Whore that sits over many waters shall be shown.  
Moreover, the fautors and instruments of this great work, have p●inted their truth, and their actions with a sunbeam, and so strongly seized the judgements of the World, that now every soul is warmed, filled with wonder, and rests sweetly convinced. With us and our faction, nothing but a benumbed sullenness, and a profound silence; We are all given over to the spirit of slumber; Our pens are plagued with a lethargy, Though your prelacy be now lying gasping, yet there is none almost that dare own it, not any to encounter those papers which come forth in Squadrons, displaying the Banner of Truth, to captivate every understanding, and will, to the obedience thereof. Lay your hands on your mouth: for we are not all able to restore that Monster to its wonted dignity, and height of power, nor fetch its pedigree from Heaven, or show how the same aught to be welcomed in the World, or can be useful, and expedient in a Christian republic: no we should fail, though we concentrat our wits, and alambique our spirits. There is one, indeed, who hath afflicted his understanding, and wearied his pen in the defence thereof, and now of late, with a new assault, tendered his Remonstrance to the Parliament, humbly entreating the honourable Court, to let the poor, miserable, torn thing, breath a while, but alas, think not that noble Senate (to whose wisdom all Europe do pay their tributary gazes) will any longer nourish such Snakes, & keep Serpents in their bosom, for it cannot be but they must resent their smarts, and think we have stinged them with a dangerous poison, which has mortally defiled all the veins of the politic and ecclesiastic body. How ready man's corruption is to any thing, which can give warrant, or coloured pretence to his ambition, may well appear by his liveless apology, wherein his Arguments are not so much Christian, as wrested from Antiquity. Yet ye that are the Fathers of the Church might well know, it was not so from the beginning, Truth did precede erroar, and drive the point home to the Source, it shall be clear. Antiquity is no patrociny for error, and prescription no prejudice to Truth, his reasons do as much befriend the Romish Hierarchy as militate for the English episcopacy, and much more easy it is to answer them, then to find them out.  
But I pray you why do not we follow the safest way, most free of Ceremonies and offences? Which among us can reproach all this while the Government of the Scottish Church? And dare we deny but it is most agreeable to the simplicity of the gospel? And a surer Rampard against the prevalency of Heresies? whether of the governments, their presbyterial, or our splendide, and magnific Orders are more consonant to the Apostolic & Primitive, and least approaching to the Romish? What Office-bearers among them, which ye find not in the Scriptures? Or any pre-eminence, and relation, of a Minister to a Minister, being both of one degree? Nay, give over the game which must be lost, ye know if the Antichrist must fall that we can hardly stand; If the Ocean be dried up, whence shall the Rivers come?  
It cannot be denied, but'wee have moved swiftly and boldly. And to say we have nothing advanced to Rome, & forsaken the clear waters of the gospel, evaporated, and dispirited the powers of Religion, it were an impudence beyond wonder, which all the Reformed Churches would cast back on our faces with shame. Nay, we have dethroned Truth, and builded Altars to error and Superstition, chasing Christ out of the Church, and making an holy place for Antichrist; from Kings likeways have we wrested Authority, torn the crown, and adorned the Mitre, in such sort that the God of all the World may well say, We have reigned, but not by him, we have made ourselves Princes, but he knew it not. If it be not so, what then means the lowing of the Oxen, and the bleating of the Sheep? Whence the huge number of Ceremonies? The continual increase of Novations? The authorising of Id●l●●●● by Church Canons? Whence the communion of words, and practices, with Romanists? For it is very unbeseeming the people of God to symbolize with Idolaters, and the Enemies of God, (whether in their manner of worship or government) where there is no necessity. The Jews would not speak though it were but half the speech of Ashod. And when the world cries out against us, charging our profession with these great dishonours done to the Name of God, we have no other hole to creep in, nor any better answer to return, than the Papists have for avoiding the stain of that abomination, which this day cuts the hearts of the Jews, and Reformed Churches. Now, to think that the Truth shall ever be born down, and not once set up his victorious head, Nay, in this same Article of Time, wherein it has received such strength, and power, and Majesty, and hath dispersed the clouds, which we of a long while have been diligently assembling, were egregiously to be infatuate, and if ye continue to let these hopes smile upon you ye are certainly finally demented, and fitted to perdition, examples and forerunners of that great wrath, appointed for those who had their eyes upon our returns, and expected the propagation of their kingdom from us.  
But if all other things should hold their peace (ye that are witnesses to this great reformation, and upon whom these happy days have fall'n) hear how this late Covenant doth cry aloud; even this great Covenant, sworn, and sealed so solemnly. Do not ye see how they hold out their arms to embrace it, and think they have found a sovereign balm for all the wounds in Church & State, if happily applied? Have they not hereby as it were taken the Sacrament for our destruction? What less things can be expected then from the Covenant of Scotland, which as it hath filled the earth with the noise thereof, and made the Altars of Rome to tremble for fear, so now likeways has proved a dangerous precedent, and a strange leading case for our complete rain? Of what strange productions can this be the forerunner? Are all these motions, these solemnities of new resolutions, to which the people have so willingly espoused themselves, to no purpose? Can all this be for the upholding of our kingdom? Or do not ye rather perceive a streaming Banner displayed against you? Have not they combined themselves with immovable thoughts, to extirpate all unnecessary follies, and novations which are the very soul of our glory, and the beams of our splendour? Have they not cut our hairs wherein our strength does lie, made us bald, and discovered our shame, and who may not invade us securely? No, no, do not disdain these great appearances; from the root of this Covenant shall spring a Tree whose top shall reach the Heaven, and under the branches thereof shall the Nations of the earth hide themselves; it shall increase and flourish as the goodly Cedars of Lebanon, but our contemptible plant, which the heavenly Father hath not planted, shall be pulled up, and die. Tell me, ye that can discern the face of the weather, and pretend to know the times and seasons, doth not every day look more black and ugly? What kindness have we found of God, or what conquest of friends have we made amongst men, since the times began to be shaken? Doth not every day pull a feather from our wings, by which we used to work so high, till the vapours of the earth could not reach us? Quae nos dementia coepit to think we shall ever recover of these wounds already inflicted, since the arrows are daily multiplied, and fall on us in showers from all hands; we have strained our moyen at the Courts of Princes, but they be now justly wearied of us: And he is reputed neither good Christian, nor understanding countryman, neither pious, nor politic, that dare open his mouth for us. And if we shall lift up our eyes to Heaven, behold, we cannot say there be more for us, then against us, we can meet with no consolation, but a devouring sword drawn against the children of Pride. What Giant plots we have set afoot, and how inseasonably they are discovered, to our eternal shame, it is now spread like the sun's light. And though hitherto there were some hopes left, yet now they are all blasted, and we begin to stink in the eyes of our bosom friends. Our purposes are unveiled, our intentions, black as darkness, are now made known, and howbeit we could have joyed before in some of the people's good graces, yet these horrible designs, of advocating strange assistance, of soliciting and covenanting with Papists, of forcing and besieging the very Houses of Parliament, and doing violence to the whole kingdom, for upholding our Grandours, for keeping our venerable Garlands upon our heads, are indeed Acts able to draw the insupportable weight of public hate upon us, and which might as deservedly procure us to be cast out of the Church and State, as ever the Jesuits were turned out of France, and are to this day banished from the Venetian republic.  
Nor let us any more evanish in this deceit, to think we can move Authority to lend us a gracious hand, and keep us from sinking: for though the favours we have found be great, and a merciful Majesty hath done much, yet now (it is to be feared) he will relinquish us, and not undo his State civil, for upholding the ecclesiastic in Accidentals. And when Heaven and Earth combine against us, and the present estate of affairs deny help, and refuse hope, Whether shall we fly? There is no balm in Gilead now; Take heed, The winds are blowing, the floods are coming, and our thunder-stricken building must down, because not of God.  
We have already received sentence from the Honourable House of Commons; their wisdom and justice have pronounced the people's mind, and denounced the kingdom's pleasure; And though the influence of some frolic faction (now fugitive as our hopes are) should yet a little prolong the life of our expectation, and entertain us with a possibility of wrestling thorough, Tell me if ever any person did thrive being once condemned by them? It is certainly a great loss, not to have the Parliaments affection, and very hard (as they say) to fit in Rome, and strive against the Pope. No, no, Nature and Grace, Time and Fortune, have taken such a good course to destroy us, that it is impossible we can be saved without a miracle.  
Far, far be it from us to think our contracted, and long accustomed boldness, and impudency, can any more inveigle the eyes of the World, with that idol of jealousy, which by the corruption of times, through the ambition of man's unlimited heart, is now exalted to such exorbitancy of height, that become top-heavy, it falls with its own weight. O then forsake, In the bowels of mercy depart from that willingly, which as you are now deserted of men, will once make you rejected of God. What is it (alas) to be covered with a Prince's wings, to be warmed with the beams of his favour, to be set up as it were on a pyramid, and made the object of wonder, to have such sway, that with the one foot ye may tread on the Church, with the other crush the State, and so to monopolise all power, that without you there is nothing but simulachrum potestatis? What is it I say, all this? Is God mocked? Can ye elude the thunderbolts of his anger? Can ye be lift up beyond the stroke of revenge? Can ye give laws to the Spirit of the most high, to mould the times in what fashion pleaseth you? Be there not certain fatal periods, as of Houses, Families, & common-weals, so likeways a vicissitude of governments? In many other places has episcopacy been cast out, neither ever could the face of Church or commonwealth look calm, till that Ionas was thrown in the Sea. And in this disposition of time, when all things smile on them, but frown upon us, nothing more easy, nothing more absurd, than to flatter ourselves with contrary expectations.  
O that I knew what way to induce you powerfully, to contemn that, which is unwarranted of God, hateful to men, odious to the times, hurtful to the Church, & in the end will bring a dire destruction upon yourselves. Would ye have signs from Heaven? Remember how all the inventions of our sublimated policies, assisted by the powers of the time, have failed us very wonderfully, in every particular, and turned upon our own pates; look to the continual progress of our affairs, how all the machinations which we conceived were sufficiently able, to ripen and produce our designs, have proved steps to advance our enemies (The great chastisers of the times) and that we have reaped nothing of all our pains and expenses, but sad disappointments to ourselves, and confusion to our cause.  
Put off therefore these vain and unprofitable desires, which are of the World, and die with the world. The foolish grandeur of your Lordly dignities, is but a dream and toy of some few decrepit years, which flown over, will make all the veins of your heart to shake, 'Tis but a shadow, in the morning with you, at night behind you, past and gone.  
But now the inexorable messenger of death approacheth furiously, and charges me to remove, The impatient world chaseth me away, and I must be gone: I take therefore Heaven and Earth to witness against you, that I have not hid my offences from you, but spread myself open, and given your discerning eyes a liberal view of my errors, which have so truly deserved the heaviest censure which can f●ll from the sword of Justice, advising you as ye would eschew the wrath to come, and be delivered from the world's anger, no longer to resist the Spirit, which prompts the times so powerfully, to solicit the embracements of the Whore, and by the continual increase of miseries, to expose the Church & Kingdom, to be a spectacle of pity & laughter to Neighbour Churches, and Common-weals. And if ye will not forsake your ways, lay down your Antichristian Offices at the foot of the Church, which ye have so miserably torn, If you will not divorce yourselves, from the lusts of that abominable pre-eminence, and be strongly devoted to the advancements of this happy Reformation, which moves so sweetly towards the end of prophecies, for the preservation of the glorious light of salvation, and encouragement of God's people, I declare in audience of the World, that wrath shall come and fall upon your necks as Thunder from the Clouds, ye shall die and none lament it.  
Thus have I acquit myself: for the spirit within me constrained me. I must depart, and resign my chair, never to be filled again. Have pity upon me my friends, for the hand of the Lord is upon me.  
FINIS.