The SCOTS CONSTANCY. OR, An Answer to CLEVELAND'S Scots Apostasy. April ●●… 1647.  written by Robin ●●●●●…k Stationer 
IS Cleveland new in print? Is this the fume  
Of his last cup of Sack? the strong perfume  
Distilled from his noddle? What, to spew  
Such vile prodigious curses? nothing new?  
Poor Crumms of Comfort to a dying cause  
Of his malignant party; whose applause  
The meager starveling feeds on; 'tis a feast.  
At some malignant Tavern: scraps at lest  
Which noseless Davenant sends: these cram his muse  
With strong bombasted raptures, to abuse  
The poor compounders: yet it will not fall  
One penny of their rate at Goldsmiths Hall.  
No paper-kites from York, no proclamations  
To undeceave the people, no observations  
Upon the King's return; no pregnancy  
Of new invention: all dull poetry.  
Where's the Court parasites, to resolve the case  
Of none-resistance now? what is their place  
Empty at court? where's Hamond, Fer●, and he  
Pretends himself Bishop of Ossory?  
All silent? speechless? dum as Aulicus?  
What's Heylin's table turned? how comes it thus?  
No hope, no comfort for malignancy,  
Except to join with Independency.  
Cajole the Scots, the City: why so dull?  
No fine designs abroach? come, one more pull:  
Where's Digby? in a vault? what, no new plot?  
Is this the last, to rail and curse the Scot?  
Send to Kilketto post: what, cannot he  
Disturb that Kingdom, raise more mutiny?  
What's France transformed a stone, and will not stir  
To help your gasping cause? Thou bawling cur,  
Bark more incessantly: let Denmark hear;  
He sound snorteth: what will none appear?  
Where are the Rebels? the Cessation sure  
Commands them from their bogs, now 'tis secure,  
To help their Popish Queen; or else to see  
Her and her favourite in a Monast'ry.  
Are your designs abortive? is the Scot  
More faithful to the King? and is the plot  
Become apparent now? doth Ormond hate  
Your base designs? doth he congratulate  
The good success of this blessed Parliament?  
Forbear your cursed language; come, repent:  
All things miscarry 'mongst you; and we see  
The viprous venom of malignancy.  
This makes you mad, and some; observe, the Scot  
Breaks not his Covenant; 's constant; Spoils your plot.  
And had the King kept faith, and not the Queen  
Been so predominant, we should have seen  
His blessed reconcilement with the State:  
But sure his CHARLES most unhapy sat.  
How darest thou (Sycophant) abuse the King?  
Is he not just to punish? such a thing  
Of most profaned cursing, cannot be  
Endured by any who love piety.  
Should we retort thy curses, there would be  
A Volume vented 'gainst malignancy.  
But Silence is sufficient: 'tis enough  
T' extinguish thy abhorred stinking snuff.  
I tell thee Cleveland how to get some praise;  
Add but those curses to the last new plays:  
The Stationer, no doubts will give thee pence,  
Join to the last of is verses thy nonsense,  
Jeer not the proffer; for thy friends now hate  
Thy profane curses, and abominate:  
Thy hateful title doth more fit become  
Thy sweet companions and friends at Rome.  
It is not long ago since we did see  
Thy famous Wentworth's grand Apostasy.  
The King sh' in safety (grieve not) 'tis with those  
Who will persuade him never to oppose  
The good advice of Scotland: not like Laud,  
Who bid him break his faith, and then applaud  
That most unkingly breach, unnatural war  
With his best subjects: no, King Charles is fare  
From any more such counsel: he doth see  
The fatal consequence of all flattery.  
What foul mouthed language thou givest that nation  
So ancient; with whom a combination  
France did solicit, England now doth twine,  
And is completed in that royal line.  
But what of London's speech? 'tis writ in Gold;  
With admiration honest men behold  
His Loyaly: what did the King declare  
Amongst the Scots? what protestations are  
Divulged to the world by him? yet he  
Must be excused for infirmity.  
But let the noble London's speech be scanned  
By most, nay all malignants in the land;  
The proper genuine sense of all will be,  
We will maintain the King, not Tyranny.  
And here of purpose thou forgettest the place  
Where London, was confined; but no disgrace  
To London's Innocency: we did see  
Some steps then near to Turkish slavery.  
That good advice which pious Henderson  
Gave to the King, thou hat'st to mention:  
Or that thy flattering Clergy did adore  
The Scottish nation but a while before:  
O how their papers then did make you glad?  
How jocund? but of late exceeding sad.  
Did you expect a change? And now to see  
The City right, and the Scots constancy,  
O how it frets malignants! they had hope  
By our dissensions to have taken scope  
To work some new designs; malignancy  
The brat of Machavell, Independency,  
His Jesuited brother; and those two  
Are acting mischief, hoping to undo  
Two ancient Kingdoms, that they might be free  
Of Presbyterian and of Monarchy.  
But we have hopes 'tis far from the intent  
Of the Scots nation, or our Parliament.  
What sixty Kings were murdered by the Scots?  
'Tis but a fable: thrice as many plots  
Have acted been of late, to overthrow  
This rich and ●amous City, and to blow  
Three Kingdoms into atoms; by such men  
Who merely vapour, curse and rail: but then  
We find them most unnatural not to spare  
The essence of a Parliament: pretend 〈◊〉 fair▪  
Great faith and Loyalty; a feigned thing  
To gain a party, and abuse a King.  
That hardy nation hath been ever free.  
And scorned the bondage of base slavery.  
Read but Thuanus an Historian  
Who writes impartially; read Buchanan  
King James his Tutor, one who did not fear  
The frowns of Kings; was bold, and durst appear  
I'th' cause of truth in spite of opposition:  
There we may read the freedom of that nation,  
Beloved of good men; for their Constancy  
Recorded is to all posterity.  
FINIS