London's outcry TO HER Sister-Cities of England.  
Remark (Dear Sisters of this noble Isle)  
My dismal tragedy: perhaps awhile  
You safe may be, so long as my supply  
Can be extorted by the Soldiery;  
Whilst that their wolvish hands, like Lycanthrops,  
Our houses plundered have, and robbed our shops,  
Despoiled our Churches, and defiled our Wives,  
Murdered our Servants, and enthralled our lives;  
But when they ruined have us and undone,  
Expect your dreadful Visitation.  
What Safety can we look for from such, where  
The lion, tiger, Panther, wolf, and bear,  
(With such like beasts of prey) sit in Committee,  
Whose savage Natures have no sense of pity?  
When fierce Lycaon is Dictator; when  
Bloodsucking Nero, Commodus, or then  
When damned apostatising Julian reign,  
When Hell's broke loose, and all the Devils streyn  
For the Supremacy, and who should be  
The Whitest Devil by Hypocrisy.  
When all our lawful Princes banished are,  
When a blind cobbler (for a bulk) the chair  
Of State usurps; when Grooms and Porters take  
The Regal Sword, and Plead for Conscience sake;  
When nothing but Rebellion can be said,  
Or beggary the Tutors of their trade.  
When Church and State in sad Confusion lie,  
When nothing perk's up but cropped anarchy.  
There is no Safety by the Hills or Field,  
Our fruitful Meads nothing but danger yield,  
Our Pastures, gardens, walks, Streets, Lanes, highways  
With thieves and Robbers plagued are, like those days,  
When Jeremy his Lamentations wrote,  
And zions music tuned a mournful Note.  
Our senators no more than Stators are,  
Rendered most vile and base: the Speakers chair,  
Which for five Centuries hath had renown,  
Is made the Scorn of every Red-coat Clown.  
The Glory of our head is fallen, and  
Our headless members like dumb Statues stand.  
The Basilick (of all the veins the chief)  
Being contused, obstructed, stopps in brief  
The Faculty and Energy o'th' parts,  
Contracts a lethargy or worse on hearts,  
So that the Bodies stupefied, do lie  
Senseless, half-dead, or at the point to die.  
As 'tis in naturals so is our case,  
The lawful Magistrate,' should stand in place,  
As the sole Vital of the State, by force  
Is now suppressed, and thereby all the course  
And Rules of Policy and Law subverted,  
Justice exiled, and Rapes of right asserted,  
Murder and Theft, and what is most condemned,  
By th' Law of God, (which more and more's blasphemed)  
Is by our Vult'rous Crew, and viprous Brood  
Maintained to be the principle of good:  
As if the seeds of Empire best are sown  
In blood, and that when no man knows his own,  
And all things in the most distraction are,  
Then should the only Cure be for despair,  
And order nearest to return again:  
As when chirurgeons lancing of a vein,  
Repel the virulence of Fevers, and  
When Contraries bring best Effects to hand.  
But may such sons of blood like Cyrus, be  
Drenched o'er in blood, and never live to see  
The Blessing of a second part of days,  
And may their memory no greater praise  
Have, than what Cataline's Conspiracy  
Obtained hath in the Roman History.  
May such Subvertors of all right and reason  
Receive the due rewards of hellbred treason.  
May (like their Crimes) their names detested be,  
And wither like good Jonah's short-lived tree:  
May such as will run through stitch, as they say,  
In Mischief have at last in full their pay.  
He that would have my Famous Seat consumed  
In flames, and his Bituminous scent perfumed,  
With the Oblation of my children's Bones,  
And all my Glory made an heap of Stones,  
May he tormented be with greater skill  
Alive, and then in Hell receive his fill,  
By all Artifices the Devils can  
Invent to torture such a Julian.  
Let Horror and despair (like Nero,) seize  
Such, and their own Swords give 'em a release,  
By their own hands, that God's revenge may be  
More Glorified in their iniquity;  
And may his gracious providence defend  
Me and my Children, from Old Rome's sad End.  
FINIS.