THE COPY OF A LETTER Sent from JOHN Lord FINCH, late Lord Keeper, to his Friend Dr. COUSINS: WITH A Commemoration of the Favours Dr. Cousins Shown him in his VICE-CHANCELLORSHIP.  
UNTO Which is annexed a good Admonition to PROTESTANTS.  
Printed in the year 1641.   

A COPY OF a LETTER sent from JOHN Lord FINCH, to Doctor COUSINS.  
Dr. Cousins,  
THe Quotidian familiarity of our Religion, did heretofore contabulate our minds together, and did at this present time suggest me to recall our affinity. And although the impetuous novercation of ambiguous Fortune, have digested you from that fear of Honour, to which you were promoted, yet I have not buried our former acquaintance in oblivion, but have been very sensible of your misery. For you know I myself was subject to the same Destiny, and if I had stayed any longer, they would have put the poor Finch in the Cage, and have made me sing Pricksong there but I had more wit then to stay, for I did presuppose that there was a tempestuous storm arising. And kind Doctor, if you had taken my course, you might have likewise escaped the danger that now hangs over your head. But I deplore the vicissitude of your malignant fate; yet I remember that Apothegmaticall sentence of the Lyrian Horace,  sementem feceris, ita meats. For had not you sown such Antichristian seeds of Popish introduction into the Church, you should never have reaped this harvest of misery. For my part, I was Eaglewinged, and as soon as I perceived that Limetwigges were laid for me, I did erect myself, and by the expansion of my nimble wings escaped those snares into which you are fallen. But I beseech you Sir, let me recall our inveterate Counsel by the fresh recordation of memory: What, does your Chapel retain its former ornaments? Does the Crucifix remain? and do the Pictures, and graven Images a dorne it still, as in my time? Does the Altar stand still? or do not nefarious persons wish you facrificed thereon? Does the Triple Crown which you erected in Saint Maries, illustrate still the vulgar speculation? Sir, if the tumultuary imprecations of the Vulgar do oppose you; yet macerate not yourself, neither let passion conquer your captive thoughts; for 'tis a true Apologization, Quod tibi facere non vis, alteri ne feceris. But you did contaminate that sentence too much, by the unjust exulceration of eclesiastical Innovations: Remember me to the Archbishop, and desire him to put my good counsel in execution, that he shall Excommunicate both Houses, before they divorce him from his Spouse▪ but (alas) I fear his Cannons do requoile, and his Founders miscarry, therefore set them be new Cast. Remember me likewise to Bishop Wren, and bid him strain for it, for he will be made to sing a note above Elie. Remember me likewise to Kilbert and Abel, who (I think) are grown weary of two pound in a Tun, but I think if their Hogsheads were pierced, that you would have wine at , and twelvepences again. Remember me to judge Crawly, and tell him that I wonder that Noverint universi should condemn him with such celerity. Remember me likewise to the Gentleman in the cut-finger Gloves, and let him know that I understand that Casus noster venit ad non suite jam— Remember me to the Physicians, for they have strong stomaches, and can digest a sum without fear or prejudice of censorious Momus. Remember me to all Lawyers, and tell them that I understand their Obligation is contrary to their condition. I think their lines had some pernicious disease either the running of the reins, or the French pox, for they straddled as wide as any French man. Remember me lastly to all the Tailors, and tell them that they have better luck than Pontificians, for they do daily invent new fashions, and are commended for it, for which you are taxed. But loving Doctor, perhaps my pen do seem too remiss, wherefore I will contract myself in a compendiary Epitome of my thanks unto you, for all your favours shown me since the last time I was at the Vniverfitie, for letting me kiss the Virgin mary's Picture, and the Popes-head, and for innumerable other Courtesies, all which if I should express, I should not only dilate myself in a too deveous expansion, but likewise transgreffe the limits of your patience: therefore the few admonitions, and salubrity of Council which I derove unto you briefly shall be these: First, That whither soever the tempestuous Wind hurrieth, you would remember to keep your head warm. Secondly, Although you climbed up to that Honour upon other men's necks, have a great care that you come down with your own. Reject not my good Council, neither contemn my affectionate desire. Thus beseeching you to see the Remembrance to my Friends fully executed, I commend you to Destiny, desiring you to accept the will of,  
Your engaged and obsequious friend JOHN FINCH.   

Good council to PROTESTANTS.  

SInce Pontificians cannot have their plots,  
Full executed (whom the righteous Scots  
Do utterly detest) since Papists all,  
Shall by the sacred sword of justice fall;  
Let Protestant's Religion true profess,  
And fully from impiety digress:  
For lo! Here Baal's irreligious Priests  
Nefarious Prelates, and all Atheists,  
Are now abjected by the Parliament,  
Whom GOD for Malefactor's punishment,  
Hath piously clected, and hath made  
Them Authors, Honest men that in their Trade,  
May prosperously flourish from base fees,  
Projects, and impious Monopolees,  
With their exactions which did lately make,  
The threadbare Commons of the land to shakebag  
Learn therefore by their punishment to hate,  
All wicked Heresy, which now of late,  
Did overspread the Church, with Cannon's base,  
With Ceremonies, and a Popish face,  
Of Innovations, but to him above,  
Be thanks immortal to Tri-une jehove;  
Let us extol his all-disposing power,  
Who all our enemies will thus devour.  
False jesuits repent, false Prelates mourn,  
False Doctors howl, who heretofor did scorn  
True Doctrine, bewail the numerous crimes  
Which ye did introduce in former times:  
But to the Protestant this I will say,  
Prophets and Teachers false do not obey;  
Confirm thy faith, and then if Envy durst  
Presume to snarl, let envy snarl her worst;  
Yet still confirm thy faith, and do not yield,  
As a weak Coward to her sanguine field.  
Stand firm: do, let her fret, fume some & fall,  
Stark mad, yet stand thou firm, whilst in her gall  
Of malice the base Bedlam taint & stink  
In her polluted and contagious sink  
Of all iniquity, if she chance to harm,  
Thy steadfastness, yet stand thou still more  
For God who pulleth down each wicked shrin  
Will set up true Religion more divine.    
FINIS.