CANTERBURIES PILGRIMAGE: 〈◊〉 the Testimony of an accused CONSCIENCE For the Blood of 

Mr. Burton.  
Mr. Prynne. AND  
Doctor Bastwicke.    
… ed the just deserved Sufferings he lies under: Showing the Glory of Reformation, above Prelatical Tyranny.  
… erein is laid open, the reality of the Scottish Nation with the Kingdom of England.  
REED AND CONSIDAR  
LONDON Printed for H. Walker, 1641.   

CANTERBURIES PILGRIMAGE.  
THE just God of Heaven, being provoked by Sin, beyond the Bounds of Grace & Pardon, (though he be the Fountain of Mercy itself) yet will he manifest his Power when he is so provoked, which makes him to suffer Monsters to Tyrannize, Sulla's, Mariuses, nero's, Dioclesian's &c. which brought little Laud to our displeased Affections: such ravening Wolvet, like cruel Bears, are fittest to associate the hungry starved Monsters, beyond the Alps high Hills, and not to mix themselves into our merciful government; for the King of Israel is a merciful King, & out Laws are full of pity, and, which is above all, we profess the worship of a gracious, and merciful God; and thus we learn, that when a people are oppressed with Tyranny, let them call upon the Lord, and return from all their evil ways; and then the Lord will set them free, and give them victory over those Tyrants, that so cruelly oppress them: as blessed be his holy name, he hath now done for us; covering their faces with shame amongst us; so that we may say with the Poet:  
O simple fools, what mean you hence to run,  
You evil choose, your wont will to shun;  
Turn bacl for shame, turn back, and do not fly,  
To live with shame, and let your Honours die,  
Why are you gone, are you afraid to die?  
Is no hope left, a fortune here to try?  
Shall one vild Pagan boast another day,  
His cause alone hath driven you all away?  
When the Lord made England first a Protestant church, he bestowed upon her a great Blessing: he made her the spouse of jesus Christ, whose Members are his Saints on earth: this was a happy marriage for our Nation and herein have we been happy ever since. Only what hath been Eclipsed since by Popery, makes us miserable most of all; though by many other ways we sin: yet this hath been our greatest misery. God was provoked by our sins, when he did threaten us with Famine. Plague Wars, & we have often felt his gentle Chastisements, but we did not repent, and turn unto the Lord, & enter into Covenant with him: we cried like wanton Children whilst we felt the smart, but hated not the Cause; God sent us good Ministers to gather his people unto him; but the envious man's tares sprang up faster in our rotten hearts, than God's good seed: and Satan raised up opposers, even of those godly Preachers themselves, to stop their mouths: Then the Lord permitted blind unpreaching Prelates, & Ministers to be thrust into our Churches; who, whilst they alured us with the beauty of the Temple walls, & drew our affections to behold the huge Cedars of the church Mountains; but fed us not with the Word of God: they fed us with Leaves and Acorns, like the Beast of Rome, and withheld from us the truth of Scriptures, the savoury venison for our souls; and O how blind we were, to sit still; as if we had enough! But oh, the sad groans, and heave sighs that passed from the Souls of Gods holy people, the zealous Professors amongst us! When Bishop Laud was made Archbishop of Canterbury; his disaffection to the Truth of Protestant Religion, caused his designs to be expected as Tyrannous in his Metropolitan See, and to be as terrible to the Church & Children of God, as the fierce winds and storms, to the halfedrowned Passengers in the turmoiling waves of the troubled sea many were our prophets to foretell this sad disaster. And if we look upon this Monster, we shall see how high in pride he soared, whilst all Opposers of his will were endangered thereby to incur his great displeasure, whose prosecution was without pity.  
This Ork directed his course like a Canterbury Tyrant, against the faithful, godly, & Religious Protestants, labouring to suppress Purity: yet being zealously affected with Romish superstition, and blind Popery, roaring in a blind devotion; yet was his scent so sharp, that it was hard for any sincere, godly Professor, to shun his paws, either in himself or his Agents So was his power also great, in so much, that few could escape him; so that always, his Prisoners had little hope, either to fight or fly. Amongst the rest, look upon Reverend Mr. Burton, a grave, and worthy, Religious Divine; how he suffered under him, and that for no just cause, that I could ever hear; but because he was so pure, so holy, & that tyrant's will grew so great, that neither piety nor pity, wife, nor Children, would work upon him: No, he must have blood, his ears must be cut, & that in vild disgrace upon the Pillory, when the tender eyes of all spectators, could not refrain weeping, to behold so sad a spectacle. Look upon D. Bastwicke, a meek, courteous, affable Gentleman; yet to please the fancy of the bloodthirsty Monster, must suffer his ears also to be cropped. And how hath Master Prime, that admired Lawyer, whose Pious, and Godly Conversation, is transcendent above most; yet had his ears twice clipped, his Cheeks burnt with an hot Iron, his Books burnt before His Face, & each of them constrained to live in exile, from wives, Children, families, flock, friends: O monstrous cruelty, thus to trample on the blond of holy Christians; what shall I say of D. Laiton, M. Lilborn, Nathaniel Wickins, and many others who have been cruelly imprisoned, censured, whipped, fined beyond the bonds of charity, or Christian tie, who have been afflicted with the vast Cave of his illegal, and unjust proceeding Courts, and his large family of Rotchet Prelates; which comely Matrons, have kerbed the mouths of faithful Ministers, whilst this great Goat keeper himself, hath destroyed the grass upon the Mountains, prepared to f●ed the sheep.  
What lamentation was there then amongst the Saints, and godly people; how did they mourn to see the Church filled with popery and superstition, and Popist Innovations, and instead of the Ministers of God (in many places) were set the Priests of Baal. The good people of the land prayed for Reformation, but rested (almost) despairing of release.  
The Scots they rise, and tell our Kingdom, that the Ork of Canterbury, that great Monster, and his Agents, have kept away their sister, the Church of England, from Christ her spouse, and have polluted her with Popery; & that themselves also, are in danger of the same sad disaster and protested that they would lose their lives, before they would permit that their Doctrine should be corrupted.  
Hereupon a Parliament was called, which gave both us and them hope of Reformation; we poor souls were so taken with the Parliament; that we thought ourselves in Heaven at a trance, as if all was then done; but yet neglected the chiefest thing on our part, Repentance, and Conversion to God: we forgot the Lord, and thought our deliverance past: some few days passed sweetly, but politic Canterbury was so diligent; and Catulous of his own Inventions; he laboured in the day, and contrived in the night to hinder our Designs, and to obscure the bright day stars then appearing; & though not for his Sect, whose intents were wicked▪ but being provoked by our sins, God thwarted our hopes in that Parliament, by a dissolution thereof: This gave his graceless Laud, great satisfaction, his heart began to sore again, as high as ever: but this bred sad thoughts upon the hearts of good people, but they were constrained to patience, waiting Gods appointed time.  
The Scots were counted Rebels, and traitors, Soldiers were banded, wars were begun, blood was shed on both sides, and oh how beyond all admiration was the sword so soon sheathed again: had they gone or, O the lamentable spectacles that our eyes would have seen ere this, our Chan●els might have flowed with blood, and husband, wife Child, etc. have parisht before each others eyes: yet none able to help, the sword spareth neither the grey hair, nor the tender babe, old age, nor virginity? But ever blessed be our God who hath preserved us.  
The Tyrant of Canterbury, provided a sorrowful cup, for the Saints he drove his flock, and called his Goats together, themselves constituted ungodly Oaths, & sinful Canons, to confirm their Designs, and their silken Doctors, labour to establish them, whose readiness and diligence, was, as if they soared on eagle's wings, to perfect the same; whilst good and godly men, wept & bewailed the Calamities we then groaned under.  
The great Monster, still inflamed with cruel Rage, would have all power, and all Law's subject to him, and his Courts: nay, he would have men's means forced from them, and like a cruel Ork, in his own quarrel, draws the 3. Kingdoms to a Controversy, to make them swim in blood; but O our God, Deliver us we beseech thee from cruel bloodthirsty Tyrants. And ever blessed be our good God, who in our greatest need, in the midst of this distress, haeh set us free again, by an happy Parliament, from that forlorn and woeful Condition, in which we were, under so great Perils? O let us therefore praise our good God, & enter into Covenant with him of new Obedience, and write the memory thereof to our unborn Posterity for ever.  
Let us look upon this cruel Ork, as he is a Traitor convicted by the High Court of Parliament, and lying under the heavy sentence of death: by whom we have so long been plagued, and groaned under yet now (by God's providence we shall find) the troubled State set free.  
Let us again cast our eyes upon Gods, most ample blessings in the testimony of his favours, that we enjoy a merciful King that loveth his people, and as careful of our peace and profit: Let us, I say, magnify the felicity of our Realm of England, for the gracious and mild government of our Royal Sovereign, and the calling sitting, and confirming, of that great Assembly of wise Senators in Parliament, whose proceed appear like the Balm of Gilead, to our diseased Nation.  
Laus Deo.   
FINIS.