THE NOBLE CAVALIER CARACTERISED, AND A REBELLIOUS CAVILLER CAUTERISED.  By JOHN TAYLOR. 
TO begin roundly, soundly, and profoundly, The Cavalier is a Gentleman, a Commander on horseback; The Caviller is a rascal, whether he swim, go, or ride; the Cavalier dares fight and be valiant, obey Law, and serve for his sovereign, his country, for the true Religion established, for the laws, for the Subjects Liberty, for the Rights and privileges of Parliaments, and for the peace, conservation and tranquillity of all these he will send his best blood, and life too, and think them well spent; the Caviller dares quarrel, but not fight, he dares rebel and not obey, he transforms his obedience into refractory contempt, his love into loathing of Loyalty; his Religion into false hypocritical Faction, the service of his King he translates into Treason, his service to his country is his country's ruin, his seeming to support the laws, is on purpose to be lawless, the Subjects Right and Liberty he metamorphiseth into oppression, slavery and bondage, the Rights and privileges of Parliaments he destroys with defending, and against the peace of all these he will plot, contrive, invent, contemplate, meditate, slander, lie, write, rail, libel, and do or say any thing but what is just, true, and honest.  
All which villainies are so contrary to a cavalier, that a greater disparity is not betwixt Light and darkness, or between God and Belial; and although the black mouthed, venomed toothed Caviller doth daily seek to sully and blast the name of a Cavalier, by bestowing on them the sweet stinking epithets and Titles of dam, renounce, consume, confound, sink, and the like execrable Blasphemies, which indeed are inexcusable, and inevitably damnable; yet I must be so plain with the Caviller, as to tell him that Lot's Incest was no excuse for Achan's Theft, Cain's committing Murder was no warrant for Achitophel to give treacherous counsel, nor was Rabsheka's blasphemy any precedent for the lying hypocrisy of Ananias and Saphira; no more are the detestable and damnable oaths with which the Caviller doth charge and scandal the Cavalier, any precedents to move or maintain lying, dissimulation, cheating, Rebellion, Treason, &c.  
Nor can I believe the saint seeming Caviller, that the Cavalier hath taken all the profane swearing from him, for if he will but call his seared, cauterised Conscience to a strict examination, it will tell him, that he hath sworn an Oath of Allegiance to be loyal to his King, which Oath is recorded in Heaven, and the breach of it is to be punished in Hell, of the violation of which Oath the Cavalier is guiltless, and the Caviller most damnably guilty.  
We must with humble thankfulness confess the great blessings which the Almighty hath been graciously pleased to multiply upon the learned and pious pains taking of our Preachers, for they do preach and exhort to the amendment of life and manners; they do pray to the God of peace for the peace of God, and they do implore and invocate the Throne of Grace, for the Conversion of all cavilling contentious Preachers, and all the rest of malicious and ignorant seduced Cavillers, that (seeing their errouts) they may heartily and unfeignedly repent for their Rebellions and Treasons, against the Lord and against his Anointed. Those Preachers have so prevailed in their good endeavours, that they have and daily do beat down swearing, and wound the Consciences of the swearers with the Sword of the Spirit, so that the Cavaliers can afford the Cavillers and their holy Armies all their oaths, and their drunkenness too, although it is manifestly known that you have been always provided, by the help of your Grand signior of the Lower black House, to furnish all the Armies in Christendom with those accursed conditions.  
It was never known that all soldiers should be found to be All Saints, or that a whole Army consisted of none but godly and religious Persons, some may be drawn (out of blind zeal) by opinion and imagined good intents; also there are great numbers that bear arms more for company than conscience, more for spoil and plunder than for the Cause which they seem to stand for; some plunged deep in Debts run to the wars for Acquittances, and perhaps pay their creditors with cutting their throats; some servants and Apprentices turn raw soldiers, to free themselves from their Master's command; some felons, Ravishers, Man slayers and Murderers, run to the wars to escape the Hangman; and of all these virtuous sorts of Vermin is the Cavillers whole Force compacted, whose Leaders and Abetters are ambitious, pernicious, avaricious, malicious, seditious, not caring how long these miserable calamities of war endure, so that by their tricks, Sleights, Votes, Excises, Plunderings, Robberies, and extorting Taxations, they make England like a Mill, and themselves (like thievish Millers) may imperiously and securely take trible Toll of the Goods and Estates of all the English Protestants, and loyallest Subjects in the kingdom, or of as much as their usurping Power can lay hold on. But their zealous Pulpit men have so rooted them in the rudiments of Rebellion, that they are persuaded that their Cause is meritorious, their being beaten is victorious, and if they be killed, their deaths are glorious; but if they understood, that he that desperately runs himself into forbidden wickedness (as Rebellion and Treason is) doth precipitate himself into needless dangers, and if he catch his death in the action, (for aught I know) he is so far from a reward of future glory, as any of the devil's Martyrs are from eternal happiness.  
Moreover the Cavalier hath a natural and earnest desire to better his condition, he hath that discretion as not to wish himself worse to day than he was yesterday, & desires to be better to morrow than he is to day; whilst the Caviller follows the Devil's rule, that as he hath been bad, so it is his safest way to be worse, and that to be worst of all is his securest defence, his surest Guard being to defend old wickednesses with new villainies, and former transgressions with quotidian iniquities, for many do go to the wars, not to lose their old faults but to gain fresh and new ones; and as the Caviller holds himself to be a Subject out of courtesy not conscience; so the Cavalier doth know himself bound to be a true Liegeman to his King, not out of courtesy but conscience. The caviller amplifies the casual slips and frailties of other men, and self-flattering extenuates his own gross enormities, he is quicksighted to spy a mote, but purblind in discerning a beam, he will outface a man that the smallest Geneva Print are the greatest Capital Letters, and that the roaring voice of sientor, is but the squeling of a pigmy; the Cavalier knows his own faults to be greatest, and could be as contented to be quiet honourably, as to fight valiantly, he hath honest and unstained reputation besides a life to lose; whilst the Cavillers and their memorable Members of infamous and impious remembrances may bravely persist in Rebellion, for they have nothing to lose that is good, except the stolen Goods of the King and kingdoms; they cannot lose Honour, for that is lost already, and forfeited by Rebellion and most horrid Treason; they cannot lose a Gentleman, for their Gentility is gone hand in hand with the lost Honour; they cannot lose a Protestant, for they have none of that Religion to be killed, except they murder them; nor can they lose a good Subject, for there is not one in their Armies: they may lose traitors, rebels, Thieves, Anabaptists, Brownists, Libertines, Hypocrites, Schismatickes, Separatists, Cheaters, and Cuckolds, but for them to lose an honest man is as impossible as to paint an echo, or make the Moon a new Coat.  
So that in this case the Cavaliers are at an exceeding great disadvantage, to fight with those unkind kind of Creatures, for they adventure pearls against pebbles, and Gold to Dirt, a thousand pound to a nutshell, and a large kingdom to a small molehill.  
Indeed the inveterate hatred and malice of the Cavillers is no longer than they live, but (in their own life time) it extends towards the dead, for they have barbarously entered into Churches, (which are dedicated to the Service of God, and consecrated only for pious and Divine Services) and there they have not only torn and broken down all Ornaments of Order and comely Decency, but also they have rased tombs, sepulchers, Statues, Monuments, Bones, Eschucheons, arms, Hatchments, and any thing that was either erected, engraven, carved, or ensculpted as most reverend Memories of the dead, the least part of which irreligious inhumanity would never have entered into the thought of the most savage Heathens, Pagans, Infidels, Cannibals, Atheists, Anthropophagi or Devils.  
But note, and with horror and trembling consider, how the Divine Vengeance hath suddenly confounded some of those malicious or mislead Wretches, a few of which fearful Examples I will truly relate.  
It is not long since, that a sincere senseless churchwarden at the Town of Teuxbury (in the year of his reign) caused a stone-cross in the churchyard to be pulled down, and in the upper part of it, wherein was graven or carved the Figures of our Saviour's remembrance Crucified, with the forms of two persons weeping at the foot of the cross, in memory of the extreme griefs and dolours which then afflicted the blessed Virgin, and Evangelist Saint John; which part of the cross M. churchwarden caused to be hewn by a Mason into a Hog-trough, (he being of the race of the Gadarens, and loved his Swine better than any memory of his Redeemer) but within two or three days all his hogs and hoggish Beasts were strucken dead, his Wife ran mad, his Children, one was drowned, and himself struck with a miserable languishing Disease, and died a wretched spectacle, or admirable miracle of misery.  
Another that boldly adventured to climb up to pull down the cross in Cheapside, but he slipped his holdfast, and fell with his ribs upon the iron pikes or grate which encompassed the cross, so that he was wounded to death with the fall.  
Also, at Worcester, a fellow would take upon him to tear down the Organs, and he fell from the top of them down upon the pavement of the Church, and broke his bones, that he presently died.  
Moreover, in Oxford, when the Rebelis were there 1642. they most insolently marched through the Streets, and impiously one of their dragoons shot at the Figures of our Saviour, and the blessed Virgin, and with the shot beat and battered off the heads and faces of the harmless Figures, but he presently fell from his Horse, to the great endangering of a neck-breaking.  
Another, the same time shot at the Similitude of Christ, over the Gate of all-soul: college, and his Piece broke and split and shivered his hand in pieces.  
Also at Merton college, another impudent Varlet did the like, but his powder-bag being open, a spark of his Match fell into it, which set fire on his Powder, and blew out both his eyes. And but for two of these three villainies, I would not have mentioned any of them, but that I knew one Master Thomas Rogers a chirurgeon (deceased) in Oxford, had them in Cure, and he whose hand was torn was cured (though maimed) the other had one of his eyes recovered: and these Examples are sufficient to deter and hold men's hands from impious sacrilege.  
Moreover (to seasen all the rest) I must not omit the zeal of a devout Brother, whose name is Francis Beale, (dwelling in the ax-yard in King's Street, Westminster.) this Beale was sometimes an Ale-house-keeper and Tobacco-man, that with pot and pipe, nick, froth, puff, and whiff, got a devilish deal of money, by punishing, cheating, and beggering of Drunkards; then he gave over that kind of life, and was a Porter to the Lady Kincleavin, since when he is turned Gentleman, and contributory bountiful rebel; this Beale hath a son at man's estate, (a proper honest man) who left father, mother, sectarism and Rebellion, and hath long served in His majesty's Army, (which his father and mother hold to be apostasy) and she good old Gentlewoman, with grief and sorrow that her son was so undutiful as to be a Protestant, and a good Subject, she caused a Bill to be written to have him prayed for in the Church, which Bill was delivered in Martin's Church near charing-cross, to the famous Master Case, the Lecturer there on Thursdays; the form of the Bill was as followeth. These are to desire you to take into your Christian considerations the grief and sorrow of one Mistress Beale of Westminster, whose son Francis Beale is fallen away from grace, and serves the King in his wars. Wherefore she most humbly beseecheth the prayers of this Congregation, that he may return and be converted. But this kind Gentlewoman was not so fixed to Brownism, Anabaptism, or round-headism, but that within these few years she was in hope that her hypocritical going to hear mass at the Queen's chapel at Denmark House, would have been the means to have made her either a Nurse, a Rocker, or a necessary Chairewoman to the Duke of Gloucester, but though she failed of her Office, there was an old Knight, with a great feather, no hair, and so much wit that he entertained her all night (for her better edification in the Catholic Cause) in imitation of the sign where she dwelled, [An Axe cutting of a Feather] by this you may perceive how constant the Creature is in any Religion. I have read that George, King of Bohemia, and John, King of Hungaria, were at deadly war for Religion, and after much blood shed, the Kings having each of them a fool or a Jester, they agreed that their fools should have a single combat at Buffets, and which of them won the Victory at cuffs, that both the Kings should be of the same Religion with the conqueror; and such as this was the zeal of Mistress Beale and many thousands more shallow-brained, malicious, ignorant, and seduced people that are rebels for Religion, when as (God knows) there is no Religion for Rebellion, nor can they show any Reason why or wherefore they are thus mad against all obedience, order, and loyalty to God and their sovereign.  

But as poor silly Sheep run all together,  
And in confusion send they know not whether;  
So those mad People, pray, disburse, and fight,  
Not knowing truths from lies, or wrong from right:  
The Multitude like dogs with open jaws,  
One bawls cause tother barks, yet knows no cause:  
Ask rebel's what's the reason they rebel,  
And ask dogs why they bark, They cannot tell.   
Thus with the deluding and threatenings of lying Lecturers, and princed lies, the Gates of London are shut and guarded so strongly, that Truth or Honesty can get no entrance, for it is a most dangerous thing for a Protestant or a true subject to live there; they may be perhaps persuaded to have a King, but they would have that King to have no kingdom, they might be brought to call Him their sovereign Lord, but withal that he shall be without any Dominion, and they may be entreated to be called his subjects, provided that he will be subject to them; but I advise them, that as they have made bold to call themselves a Parliament, and been bolder to make a counterfeit Great seal, so they may fill up the measure of their iniquities, and (by Master Prinnes Law) by as good right make a fresh and new counterfeit King; or if no man will be so impudent or insolent to accept it, take a suit of John Pym's clothes well brushed, picked, and lowse, and stuff it with straw, which being placed in the Throne will be a suitable sovereign to support the power of your seal, Orders, Votes, and pretended sovereign Power of your Utopian Parliament. If rebellious and bewitched London would with her many headed, mislead Beasts, but examine themselves truly of two things, they would then perceive what falsities the grand Cavillers have blinded them withal, and to what misery their cavilling hath brought them, and (if God prevent not) will bring them into irremediable destruction. The first thing I wish them to call their consciences to an account of, is, why they were rebels at all? The second is, wherefore they do obstinately and execrably continue in Rebellion? If every Caviller would catechise himself, they would find that they have wandered in vanity, and followed after lies. They would hang down their heads with shame, and acknowledge themselves worthy to be hanged for their treacherous disobedience, and open hostile Treasons against so good and gracious a sovereign, they would then consider to what a ruinous Desolation they have brought this famous flourishing kingdom, whose Government was admired and honoured through the whole world; till now of late a multitude of misbegotten and worse bred rebels have done their best and worst to bring all to confusion. For which wicked purposes they have made bold to make Mercury their counterfeit post, post-horse and packhorse, who under the names of Civicus, Britannicus, scouts, Scottish Pigeons, and other pretty, ill-contrived, sweet, filthy, sophisticated Titles and epithets, hath beswarmed all the Christian world over with English lies, written by as very villains as could be spewed from the bottomless Pit, dispersed by as arrant Rogues as ever dropped into the hangman's budget, and believed and countenanced by none but malicious traitors, superstitious, nose-wise Schismatickes, or ignorant loggerheads, the fruits, and damnable events that have been produced from these diabolical practices. Contrarily, the Cavalier knowing his cause just, applies himself only to Truth, both in fighting and writing, they have used three sorts of Christian Discipline to the Cavillers, in a charitable desire to conform them. First, they have given them kind admonitions, wherein they have told them truly, that the public Faith in which they have too much confided is no Faith either to be saved by, or to be made saviours; they have further advertised them to beware of Sects, and believing seditious Counsels, because they were motives to Rebellion, which is as the sin of Witchcraft, 1 Sam. 15. 23. Secondly, when Admonition would do no good with these Cavillers the Cavaliers did take a little stiffer course, and from exhortation they fell to reprehension, telling them roundly that they were seduced and blinded by fears, flatteries and jealousies out of their earthly estates and lives, and extremely hazarding the loss of a better life to come. But when neither kind Admonition, or wholesome Reprehension would work upon their perfidious and benumbed consciences, then were the Cavaliers enforced (for their own safety) to take defensive arms, and to use the means to save the Cavillers souls, by beating them Northerly, Westerly, and most brotherly both in Wales and England; and by those ways to belabour them out of their bad conditions into better manners: to this end and purpose, the Cavalier party have not only used the spiritual and temporal Swords, but also they have with their pens so banged and basted their libellous and rebellious forgeries, and ridiculous fopperies, that their Ballad-makers and pamphleteers are defunct, the bright lustre of Truth hath eclipsed them and gulleries, so that like rotten Sheep they would be glad to skulk under a hedge for shelter: and it is manifest that the Pen of a true Writer will cut keener than a Sword, when a lying, scandalous Knave cuts his own throat with his own Goose Quill.  
Of the which scribbling number, the nine times thrice valiant, conquering, commanding Captain George Withers hath written a pretty, foolish, witty, loyal, traitorous Book called Campo Musae, composed of the two most delicate Simples, Flattery and Treason: but I leave him and the rest of the railing Rabble of Rabshakehs to amend or be hanged, and that is a  
FINIS.