News FROM The King's Bath Reporting nothing but an Honest means whereby to establish an happy and much desired Peace, in all His majesty's Kingdoms Generally.  Psal. 122. 6. Pray for the Peace of Jerusalem; they shall prosper that love thee. Prov. 24. 21. My son, fear thou the Lord, and the King, and meddle not with them that are given unto change. 22 For their Calamity shall rise suddenly: and who knoweth the ruin of them both? Eccles. 8. 2. I counsel thee to keep the King's commandment, and that in regard of the Oath of God. 3 Be not hasty to go out of his sight: stand not in an evil thing, for he doth whatsoever pleaseth him. 4 Where the word of a King is, there is power: and who may say unto him, What dost thou? 5 Whos● keepeth the commandment shall feel no evil thing, and a wise man's heart discerneth both time and judgement. 
Bristol, Printed at the author's Charge: 1645.   

The Epistle Dedicatory.  
THou royal cross, with Age and  
Honour crowned,  
That stand'st i'th' midst of the  
King's Bath, renowned  
Both far and near, such Cures thy Bath hath wrought,  
As thousands unto thee for help have sought,  
Who by thy warming Waters healed were,  
Whose Stilts there left thereof do witness bear,  
And to thy Honour, on thy top are placed,  
To show with what great virtue thou art graced:  
Near to thy Springs my agitating Muse,  
Hath made a Book which doth report some news  
As from thyself: Her Book craves at thy hand  
It under thy renowned name may stand.  
And I the Author choose to make my moan  
Uuto thyself. For why? As senseless stone  
Most hearts are now become. Therefore from thee  
An equal good may well expected be,  
Through devious ways & sundry sudden fears  
My Pilgrimage in this sad vale of tears  
Hath past, In Schools, Camp, and Court, poor I  
Have seen the change of times variety;  
And learned to know world's best prosperity  
Is but a state of wretched misery.  
I then began my thoughts for to remove,  
From things beneath unto those things above  
And then my heart all sweetening comfort borrows.  
From him who was a man of woe and sorrows  
In this base world, which then I did forsake,  
And once again unto my books betake  
Myself, God then of his free grace did call  
Me to that war which is spiritual,  
And lawfully by Church-authority,  
I was admitted to the Ministry;  
And being thus by God's great mercy brought  
Unto his work, I have his battles fought,  
Full forty years, and never yet did cease,  
Next to the Faith, for to preserve the Peace  
Of holy Church, as did become a son;  
All her commads by me were justly done:  
And yet the heaps of followers did me wrong,  
I could not mended but all the way along,  
In the whole course of my poor Ministry,  
I was acquainted with adversity.  
And did at last all means of living loose,  
That hope failed me which I to trust did choose;  
The Letters from, and Orders of that Court  
Of High-Commission shall of me report  
No thing but well, who please to see them may,  
And hear on my behalf what truths they'll say:  
But once grown poor from England than I went  
To Ireland, where I might with good content,  
Have lived but that Rebellious fatal curse  
Drove me from thence, to a Rebellion worse,  
And now poor man in this thy City Bath,  
I am alive as buried in my grave;  
With grief I see the woeful misery  
Of honest, poor, despised Poverty.  
The Prophet of his time did hit it right,  
That every one was found an Hypocrite.  
Yea, now that hellborn sin doth wound and stain.  
The greatest number, who as yet remain  
Professed Christians without Charity:  
In such I'm sure there's most hypocrisy:  
And for this cause that Book doth swiftly fly,  
Which lamentation, mourning, woe doth cry  
To every Soul. This Truth though seen, and known,  
The greatest part from ill to worse are grown.  
And seeing this, I have the world forsook,  
A help from thence it is in vain to look:  
Yet went I on with my well-meaning Book,  
From first to last with hardship undertook.  
And though the means appears despised & weak,  
And men may think it doth but vainly speak,  
To stop rebellious course that's grown so strong  

* Joshua. 6. 4. Seven Trumpets of rams-horns. Judges 7. 16. G●deons 300. broken Pit hers. 1 Sam. 17. 49. Young, little, and unarmed David with a Stone and a sling to overcome and slay the triple armed giant great Goliath.  By weaker means God hath destroyed the throng,  
Of stronger Enemies as you may see,  
In holy Writ recorded there to be.  
Myself, my Book poor and despised though thought  
Yet by such means the mighty God hath brought  
Great things to pass, yea, works of wondrous fame.  
That glory might be given to his great name,  
A happy Peace that precious Pearl to gain.  
My Book with God's assistance may obtain,  
Or further the Obtainment and not hinder,  
What may a Peace to King and Kingdom render.  
Kind cross, I pray thou wouldst accept it then,  
For thou art kind unto all sorts of men.  
To Poor, and Rich, to th' Lesser, and the Great,  
To all thou dost afford a warming Seat  
As is thyself, my book's a Bath for Health,  
To heal the Aches of the commonwealth,  
If some therein to bathe will wisely try,  
It would them heal of treason's leprosy,  
And thus (kind cross) I humbly take my leave  
Thou wilt not me of any hope bereave.  
And what thou art, I must resolve to bear,  
My proper cross is unto me my share,  
Which I'll take up, and joyfully will kiss,  
So following Christ to my eternal bliss.  
R. P.   

The Definition of a Round-head.  
My Muse, at first desireth to give a full and satisfactory Answer unto all those who do so often ask the Question What is a Round-head?  
Answer. A Round-head is a proud rebel, and a most Rebellious Unsound-head, Roundly, and thoroughly, that is, in all things throughout proudly rebelling against our good King Charles His royal Person, Princely Progeny, Crown and Dignity, and Kingdom generally; and against all the Laws and Statutes both Divine, and human in such Case made and provided.  
Behold this is a Round-head, but not a Sound-head: and roundness without soundness is nothing else but stinking Putrefaction, and rottenness: and such, and no better are all the Actions done by those who are roundheads, but no Sound-heads.  
Me thinks then every good Subject should be ashamed to be such an Vnsound-head, as justly to deserve the name of a Round-head.  
What now doth follow, take it as it falls.  
As spoken to the roundheads generals.  
To them my Muse some several Songs doth sing,  
Expressing love unto Our Worthiest King.   

THE FIRST SONG. SX.  

THat Noble name Time past, and present viewing  
Thy Fathers tells, and what will be thy ruin.  
His Fall I mourned, and from the dust did raise,  
His cast-down Honour with deserved praise,  
Yet for thy sake His fault I'll briefly touch,  
That thou thereby mayst see thy Danger's much.  
The course He steered was to be over strong  
For his good Queen, and those that did Him wrong  
To have removed. For this he did devise  
Both Queen, and Court on sudden to surprise.  
No thought He had His Queen to hurt at all,  
But at Her royal feet on's knees to fall,  
Present His wrongs, and humbly crave redress:  
Resolved yet, by force the Queen to press,  
And thus His Gracious Mistress would compel  
To do what He thought Good. This was not well:  
Beho●d the Fault his Honour did commit  
And Law adjudged Him to death for it.   

My Noble Lord, on this but think a while,  
And let your Judgement not yourself beguile,  
Can Subjects seek their Prince to over-awe,  
And not offend Divine, and human Law?  
All Subjects know the King's supremacy:  
He must command and not commanded be.  
No Subjects Laws can make Kings to command:  
And if by Force such thing they take in hand,  
It is Rebellion, All the Learned know:  
All Laws of God, and Man have styled it so.  
Since Reign of Henry, of that name the first,  
This now Rebellion is of all the worst.▪  
Worse luck, my Lord, that in this war of all  
You should become Rebellions general:  
And lead an Army even in open sight,  
Against so good a King as ours to fight▪  
But if your Lordship say in this I lie;  
I would I did; your Honour cleared thereby.  
My Noble Lord, our good King Charles, you know●  
His royal Person in the field doth show;  
So do Prince Charles, and Princely Duke of York;  
Both with the King by your rebellious work  
Are seen in war, by force themselves defending:  
The Subject fatal violence 'gainst them intending.  
And though you see the royal Standert pitched,  
Yet like a madman, or one that's bewitched,  
You draw your Army forth all in Array,  
You beat Your Drums, and Colours do display,  
And then your Horse, your Foot most strongly guarding  
With Trumpets sound Rebellion still enlarging,  
You beat th' Alarm, and sound a Charge▪ let fly,  
Like raging Fiends 'gainst sovereign Majesty:  
Against His Person, Crown and Dignity:  
And Princes of His blessed Posterity:  
'Gainst Laws and Statutes human and Divine.  
To higher pitch can pride's Rebellion climb?  
To root out all! What barbarism is this,  
Thyself know, Essex, See thine own amiss.  
When Subjects 'gainst their King such force do try,  
Who saith, It is Rebellion, doth not lie.  
And in such work Rebellions general,  
Must hear Truth in her stile Maj●sticall:  
In holy Job (my Lord) the words are found:  
And there God's Spirit doth your sentence sound.  
" His head though reaching Heaven in men's account, 
Iob. 20. 6, 7.   
" And though his Excellence doth clouds surmount,  
" Yet shall he perish, even as his own dung:  
Thus speaks the Spirit in the Scriptures tongue.  
Then Moble Earl, Be to thyself a friend:  
This way cannot hold prosperous to the end.  
But you will say, You bear your Arms 'gainst those  
The Kings bad counsellors, our country's foes,  
Them to remove, and from our King expel  
Is that you seek; and think it wondrous well  
Such course to take. Your error to refel,  
Our chronicle a story will you tell.   

Earl Lancaster 
* In the Reign of Edw. 2.  without his King's consent  
Did raise an Army for the same intent,  
Which you pretend; and bravely on did go;  
Takes Gaveston that King and country's foe  
Commands his death. For which unlawful fact  
When once arraigned, to justify his act,  
He for himself did plead your own pretence,  
This lessened not the ill of his offence.  
Because as you do now, even so he did,  
And doing so, most justly lost his head.  
A Prince he was, and of the royal Blood:  
Five Earledoms then in his possession stood.  
Yet He, and all the Lords that with him sided;  
The Law for them as for himself provided.   

" Than (Noble Essex) know they happy are,  
" Whom others fatal harms make to beware.  
And let me once more work upon this heat,  
Whilst I the fellow-story do repeat.   

Proud Leicester 
* 41. H. 3. In the time of that mad Parliament at Oxford, called, The Assembly of Rebels. This King H●n. 3. Reigned 56. years, and saw the fall of all his Enemies: And his son Edw. 1. Reigned wondrous happily: and by his Subjects was supplied most bountifully and never contradicted by any Parliam. So may it be with our K. Charles, Amen.  that lawgiver to his King,  
At Evesham ask what did become of him.  
His naked body on the ground did lie,  
His Head struck off, Face upward laid thereby:  
His privy parts were from his body cut,  
And they on either side his Nose were put  
A spectacle of shame, and infamy  
In him was left to all Posterity.  
As if that sight unto the world should tell  
Such Noses might like shameful dangers smell.  
The Waterman that he may forward row  
With safer speed, looks strictly backward: So▪  
If by your Lordship this be rightly done,  
Your Noble self▪ may future dangers shun.  
But yet methinks some nearer precedent  
May w●ll be made your lordship's document,  
To show your ways 'gainst God himself are bent,  
Whi●'st you 'gainst God's anointed are intent:  
That God the Cause into his hand hath took,  
And bids your Lordship on yourself to look.  
When he himself the blow did strike, which then  
Did rouse your Honour from your warlike den,  
'Twas when that you in Camp well formed did lie  
Besieged by his royal Majesty:  
Whose royal Person though yourself beheld;  
Yet scorning unto Him yourself to yield,  
You manned each Trench cast up with warlike skill,  
Proceeding stoutly in Rebellion still.  
Indeed (my Lord) you were encamped so strong,  
As if your works to Pyrrhus did belong.  
Your rampires you so strongly up did raise  
Had it not been against your King, your praise  
Might have advanced the Honou● of your name:  
But being as it was, therein your shame  
Appears; and shows it was a shameful thing  
When done against the Person of Your King.  
You trusted to the strength of your defence,  
Your Sconces, Forts, Mounts, Bulworks, and from thence  
Your Cannon Bullets, and Case-shot let fly  
Against the Forces of His majesty.  
Indeed you were right strongly fortified,  
And Roman-like with all things well supplied:  
And well you might, for all the kingdom's wealth,  
Y' had taken from the King by open stealth.  
At Sea not yours, but your King's Ships did tend,  
Upon your Army, ready still to send  
Unto your Honour all things you should want,  
When you in this your power yourself did vaunt,  
Behold the mighty work of God, how he  
Did check your greatness, and did make you see  
Him make his Winds a constant gale to blow,  
And keep from you provisions which (you know)  
You sorely wanted: This you had in view:  
But God would have you know 'twas not for you▪  
The Ships that rode in sight could not enjoy,  
One blast for them into the River Foy;  
Nor up that stream convey supplies expected:  
Our Gracious God had so your hopes rejected,  
Your Honour then as one amazed stands  
To see your Camp, and all your Armed Bands  
Left desolate; your soldier's hunger-sterved;  
And nothing but despair for you reserved.  
In this distress war's counsel you do call  
And there resolve your Infantry should fall  
To some good Composition with the King,  
And so their persons out of danger bring:  
Though Rebels, yet their blood to him was dear,  
As by his mercy showed did appear.  
He but disarms them; and doth give them leave  
To march away. That none might them bereave  
Of what they had; nor offer violence  
Unto their persons, but might safely thence  
Unto their rebel-garrison repair,  
A Convoy granted is, which brings them there.  
But first (my Lord) of you I needs must say,  
That down the River Foy you ran away,  
Like to a brave, and Noble general,  
And left your men to th'worst might them befall,  
O my good Lord, full time enough you had  
And might a way unto your Peace have made,  
Not by your running from, but running to  
Your good King Charles, and something so to do,  
As might befit a Subject, low submission,  
And so have made your Peace on good Condition.  
But neither God, nor your good King could move you,  
To do so as your God and King might love you.  
But out you run in your misleading way  
And so you do in your Rebellion stay.   

What is't (my Lord) you, and your Armies crave?  
Would you our good King Charles your Prisoner have?  
Now God forbid. Two Kings 
* Edward the 2. Imprisoned in Berkley Castle, and there cruelly murdered: and Richard the second Imprisoned in Pontefract Castle, and there murdered. Both these Kings were deposed by unlawful Assemblies which were not rightly to be called Parliaments.  so once were kept  
And both of life, and Kingdoms were bereft  
To King, and kingdom's woe; when Subjects shall  
Upon their King in terms imperious fall,  
Sir, if you will not with our will complye,  
We will thereto enforce your Majesty.  
Your words have sounded to the like effect;  
And thereof do your deeds yourselves detect.  
We then must grant Our sovereign justly stands  
Upon his Guard, to keep out of your hands  
His royal Person. What! must Kings submit  
Unto their Subjects? Can we think it fit,  
That Subjects should their sovereign's Judges be  
Out fall their eyes that this desire to see.  
There is a Court where Christ the Judge doth sit,  
Before whose judgement-Seat we all must meet.  
" 'tis he that says, By me King's rule, and Reign,  
" 'tis He will then the Right of Kings maintain:  
" 'gainst those he will his powerful Justice arm  
Who His anointed Touch, and prophet's harm.  
Good David did confess he sinned that day  
When he the lap of Saul's Coa● cut away.  
Is't not a greater sin when Subjects take,  
All things from their good King; and shipwreck make  
Of all belonging to his royal State,  
And so their King, and Kingdom ruinate?  
Before the Lord our God, of Kings the King  
When Subjects come to answer such a thing,  
Unto what help can they themselves betake,  
But to repent, and restitution make?  
It's long before that Judge will come some say,  
Judge Conscience (know) his Cour keeps every day,  
If Conscience thee condemn, thou oughtst to know  
Heaven's Judge is greater, giving Judgements blow.  
The rule by which he judgeth is his Word,  
This doth a most unerring Truth afford.  
If by this blessed Rule thou wilt be led,  
By it, not me, be thou thus counselled.   

My Noble Lord, Your royal King behold,  
And then yourself in faith's obedience fold:  
Ask but his Pardon, 'tis a Noble thing,  
A Noble Subject yields unto his King;  
And such a King whose mercy doth transcend,  
The faults wherein his subjects can offend:  
Then love your King; His Pardon once obtained,  
The love of God, and King you than have gained.  
So shall you then a Noble Subject be,  
And all good Subjects will rejoice to see  
When to your King you reconciled are,  
And seek for Peace, and stop the course of war,  
This is the thing for which we humbly pray,  
And will rejoice to see that happy day.  
Then Noble Peer thy fellow-Peers persuade,  
That Peace twixt King and People may be made,  
So shall we all most heartily rejoice,  
And praise our Gracious God with heart, and voice.    

The Second Song.  

My M●se a ●ace to Manchester doth high  
As hearing there are Irish Wares to buy.  
R●ugh Irish rugs▪ and hor●ed Beasts full many  
Of Irish breed, which are the worst of any,  
My Muse a while doth go to look on those,  
And see how there 'mongst them the Market goes.   

EArl Manchester, what an infectious stir  
Is made by thee? what rage doth make the spur  
That drives thee on in Actions to proceed,  
Whereby thou mak'st thy Native Country bleed?  
The Scab, the Botch, the Murrain, and the boil  
Of Egypt was as thine not half so vile,  
That only did on the Egyptians fall:  
God's people were therewith not hurt at all.  
But now Reb●llion aided by thy hand,  
Doth with a Plague fill all thy Native Land,  
And like a Lepros●e infecteth so,  
As all the Kingdom sensible of woe  
Mourns to behold the ruin that is brought  
Upon herself; by her own Children wrought.  
And here at thee I wonder more, the rather  
Because the S●nne of such a Noble Father;  
That Noble Root whence thou a Branch art grown,  
Was to his King a faithful Subject known,  
For forty years I all his ways observed,  
And for my part I never found he swerved  
From Rules of Justice, but did think that he  
Might wash his hands as from Corruption free;  
What others have laid to his charge of late  
For me to question now, 'tis out of date,  
Because he's gone away to his last home,  
And long before this time hath known his doom.  
The time was when a Parliament could do it  
Which question's greatest men, and makes them rue it  
When guilty found: That Court doth over awe  
The greatest Peers that sin against the law,  
And calls them to account: Thus Subjects all  
Unto that High Court's Censure stand or fall.  
Their power reacheth over every Soul,  
Except the King: he's free from their control:  
For they but Subjects are; He is their King  
And must obeyed be in every thing,  
If not in active yet in passive ways;  
This ever was the Christian Subjects praise;  
Who rather would his de●rest blood expend  
By suffering, than their God and Prince offend  
By damned Reb●llion. Noble Earl, what shame,  
What great dishonour hast thou brought thy name  
Unto? I do not know the like was done  
By any of thy house before to run  
In such Rebellious courses: none hath stained  
Thy race that way; none unto it hath gained  
The name of rebel. Thou, I must confess,  
A younger brother hast, who runs no less,  
Yet in another way: He takes Rome's part,  
And therein thou like him a rebel art.  
He runs from his obedience to his King:  
And so dost thou the very self same thing.  
Rome's sovereign Power thou seemest to deny  
Yet grantest not our King's Supremacy.  
If good King Charles Supreme in all things be  
Why then dost thou from thy obedience flee?  
because therein thou wouldst with Rome agree;  
For shame (my Lord) for shame this error see.   

Thou hadst an Uncle by thy father's side,  
A noble Reverend Prelate that did ride  
In honour's Chariot for his virtuous life;  
Who made God's House his most endeared wife.  
Bath Church will ever sound his honoured praise;  
Out of the Dust he did her beauty raise.  
And she doth there unto the world present  
His blessed memory in his Monument,  
I'm su●e that he withstood Rome's Popery,  
And did maintain Truths written verity.  
What makes thee then thus to degenerate,  
The church's Cause? Yes, yes, so some do prate.  
In Church Religion pure to keep, is't that  
Hath made thee do indeed thou know'st not what?  
A Proud, perverse, and peevish Puritan,  
Doth want no ill that can be in a Man,  
And yet he will Religious seem to be:  
O horrible! 'tis more than shame to see,  
That they should dare a seeming sh●w to make,  
As if they did all for religion's sake!  
When true Religion never yet durst take  
Up Arms against God's anointed, and forsake  
The word of truth, Religions only stay,  
Which doth command all Subjects to obey  
Their King. And rules he ill, or well,  
They must not dare against Him to rebel,   

When Heathen Kings the Christian world did sway,  
For them the Christians did most humbly pray,  
And low obedience to their Thrones did yield;  
And herein they religion's Law fulfilled.  
Th' Apostate Julian had his Armies; He  
Of Christians there might many thousands see,  
Of force sufficient him to have deposed:  
Obedience yet their Christian hearts enclosed.  
To dateless shame he makes himself a debtor,  
Rebelling 'gainst a Christian King none better.   

But Christians now unto religion's shame,  
Rebellion shroud under religion's Name.  
And do by this their foul, and vile transgression,  
Most foully wrong the Protestants profession.  
Shall Protestants, such as be of thy Faction  
'Gainst holy truth maintain each Popish Action?  
Hast thou a Bull sent from the Roman Sea,  
That makes thee bold to plead Rebellions plea?  
Is this the way to keep out Popery?  
Accursed is all your foul Hypocrisy:  
A door most wide to let Rome's Popery in  
Is opened by thy Hands. The more's thy sin,  
Both Church and commonwealth to overthrow:  
No other fruit forth from thy Root can grow  
Thy factious Teachers in thy mind have bred  
That error which hath thee so much misled.  
Yes, without doubt; for of them there's a swarm,  
Whose stinging doth both King, and Kingdom harm,  
A faithful Minister as Christ should Preach:  
And not repugn what Christ himself doth teach▪  
Give unto God that which is God's: do this:  
And unto Cesar give what Cesar's is  
Christ King of Kings, in him 'tis God's Command.  
Who are they then that dare against him stand?  
Whos'ever shall against his mandates speak,  
With Rod of Iron he'll them in pieces break.  
To give to God what's God's they vainly try,  
Who what is Cesar's Cesar doth deny.  
For God, and for my King good Subjects say.  
And so indeed good Subject should obey.  
And with this truth our human laws comply;  
'Gainst God, our King, his Crown, and Dignity:  
Offenders sin, Enditements framed are so,  
The Guilty found from bar to Gallows go.  
And whether then think you should they be sent,  
Who with full purpose of their wills intent,  
Rob God himself when they his church's spoil,  
And 'gainst their King keep a Rebellious coil?  
In Robbing him of all his proper own  
By Sea, and Land, Ships, Castles, Towns, all known  
Unto his Crown most justly to belong:  
Offenders when indicted for such wrong,  
Must they not needs thereof be guilty found?  
In this le● Law the following sentence sound.  
The Danger such what is't that hope doth bring,  
But only this the mercy of their King.  
Our King so good, and merciful to see,  
Shall he without all mercy used be  
By Subjects? ●Tis a work so merciless,  
No Tongue, nor pen can to the full express;  
And use religion's name for their excuse,  
No heathen story can the like produce.  
Now sure that man doth make his shot the worse,  
Which makes Religion but his stalking Horse.  
Earl Manchester, wilt thou a gunning go  
Among those gunner's workers of our woe?  
What folly, nay, what fury makes thee then,  
To rank thyself among the worst of men?  
Whose foul dishonour Trump of Fame hath whirled,  
With shames report even round about the world.  
Although some Lords their lost Estates when viewing,  
Will raise themselves upon their country's ruin,  
'Tis not thy cause: an Earls Estate thou hast,  
And never didst thy substance vainly waste  
By any loose, or riotous expense;  
No, no, thy breeding ba●●es thee that offence:  
Yet now thou dost a fouler sin commit,  
And dost thy God, thy King, and self forget,  
When impiously thou fully dost intend,  
In this bad war thy whole Estate to spend.  
Didst thou but spend on wanton vanity,  
Thou then shouldst be but thine own Enemy;  
But spending it upon Rebellions part,  
To King, and country Enemy thou art.  
But see thyself; consult with thy own mind,  
Who will not see, than such there's none more blind.  
Search the Records, and truth of History,  
And learn to know, (and that for certainty)  
What show soe'er may varnish thy intent,  
Thy actions are with high Rebellion bent  
Against thy King▪ and thou shalt find them then  
To be against the Laws of God, and Men.  
If so thou do thy judgement then advance  
And be not led by impure puritans.  
Now though I know they Calvin do allege,  
And on their part his reputation pledge,  
I will make bold in that which I have read,  
To show his words to no such sense will lead.  
His Institutions, Fourth Book, near the end,  
Last Section saving one his words are penned.  
Whose entrance Orthodox divinely sings  
The sovereign power of anointed Kings,  
His Song in Magistracies name he sets,  
And willingly the name of Kings forgets,  
Democracy 'gainst Monarchy doth stand,  
Geneva so misled their Calvin's hand.  
As man might Calvin into error fall;  
The Proverb is, wise Bernard sees not all.  
And Calvin to himself hath got this gain,  
His virtue's pride, and Avarice did stain.  
But when to change his note he doth begin,  
A peradventure brings his matter in.  
And of the power of three estates he speaks,  
And thereby all the Laws divine he breaks.  
For this I'm sure, he can no warrant bring,  
That Subjects may bear Arms against their King,  
For any cause what's ever they pretend;  
As private ones may not therein offend;  
So no Authority of Subjects must,  
Or can allowed be their King to thrust  
From lawful Rights belonging to his Crown:  
Kings do not grant a power to throw down  
Themselves▪ nor raise they any Court so high,  
Themselves of Kings to make no Kings thereby.  
The power of Kings though Calvin's fourth Book speaketh;  
Ith' former part, yet in the last he breaketh▪  
What he before with weighty reasons taught▪  
And they who have by him occasion ●ought  
To make his words with force and power be bent,  
'Gainst present state of England's Government,  
To King, and State they proudly offer wrong;  
A question than may stay their clamorous tongue;  
Where is the King that rules by Tyranny,  
That down doth trample his poor commonalty?  
Our good King Charles his Commons to content,  
Hath given them a triennial Parliament,  
A royal favour, never given before;  
Should we not therefore love our King the more?  
And those last Acts made with our King's consent,  
Are powerful Objections to prevent,  
And show his Subjects that in royal love  
He would from them all grievances remove;  
The Commons, and those trusted by them then  
May find just cause to rest contented men.  
And Calvin's words, not spoken to his praise,  
Can give no cause Commotions up to raise▪  
To make such Laws our King is well content,  
As may consist with monarch's Government.  
And now (my Lord) our noble mind to move  
With fervency desired Peace to love,  
Your Honour may be pleased yourself t'advise  
By thinking on precedent Prophecies▪  
Sixth Henry sure in this a Prophet was  
And did forese● what things would come to pass;  
Whom when confined by Imprisonment,  
King Edward Fourth o'th' name to visit went;  
With Gl●s●●●● Duke, and Richmonds, all in state,  
〈…〉 two did Henry ru●na●e)  
When those four Princes in one basin washed  
Successively, a smile from Henry past,  
Which Edward spies, and thereupon would know,  
The reason that did move him thereunto:  
Th' unhappy King as he yet smiling stands,  
'Tis strange, quoth he, four Kings should wash their hands  
Thus in one basin. Edward presseth on  
To know his meaning: Henry thereupon  
Doth thus express himself; I was; Thou art:  
And Gloster will be: But for Richmond's part  
He shall be: speaking thus as in despite▪  
Of all that should withstand great Richmond's might.  
What shall be, shall be; none shall it oppose,  
This force the words do in themselves enclose.  
And so it was; by Conquest Richmond won  
The Crown of England, and by him was done  
A glorious work; He did in one unite  
Those fragrant Flowers, the Red-Rose, and the White;  
And so did cease that deadly bleeding war  
twixt those two Houses, York, and Lancaster.  
That King renowned did in his judgement see  
Another union which in time might be;  
When Monarchs two should so in one be met,  
As that one Monarch over both should set  
A Crowned King: England and Scotland, both  
Their peoples should be made by sacred Oath  
One King to serve; and that one to obey,  
Whose royal sceptre should both kingdom's sway.  
What Henry 7. foresaw to pass is brought;  
The union, as you see, is firmly wrought:  
The Laws of God, and Nations do confirm it,  
Woe then to them who seek to overturn it,  
Our good King Charles from Henry 7 descended,  
Of all the Kings no one King more commended,  
For all the virtues that a King adorn,  
His royal Head by Right the Crown hath worn,  
And Rightfully it doth to Him belong,  
This to deny, none dares do such a wrong.  
Shall than the Subjects of his Kingdoms bend  
Their strength His Kingdoms from his Crown to rend?  
With England Scotland joined in full consent,  
Shall each from other be in pieces rent?  
God made the marriage; and it is a wonder  
What God hath joined that man should dare to sunder.  
Great Britain now by her great union is  
A Lady crowned with everlasting bliss,  
If that her King and people could agree  
But to uphold her peaceful unity.  
And this to do is our good King's desire,  
It is the thing which he doth most require:  
His proffered love is by his Subjects slighted,  
And his desires of Peace with war requited.  
Division now the union disuniting,  
Sets both the Kingdoms 'gainst each other fighting.  
And both of them 'gainst their monarchal King  
Do join their Forces, and their Armies bring  
Into the Field. Can Heathen stories tell  
A work that may such mischiefs parallel?  
Then (Noble Earl) be touched with some remorse.  
And now no longer do thyself enforce  
By civil war ●o spoil thy country's Peace,  
But rather cause all bloody broils to cease:  
Remember Richmond shall be, Henry said,  
So Richmond was. Now than his offspring aid,  
And boldly say, our good King Charles shall be  
In spite of Foes, Our royal King: And he  
Shall Rule and Reign; and all his Subjects they  
With faith's Allegiance shall their King obey.  
Promote but this, Great Britain's joy shall then  
In union stand confirmed, Amen, Amen.  
Renounce Rebellion, 'tis thy honour's stain;  
He runneth far that never turns again:  
Turn to thy King, and he will turn to thee  
With mercy more than can deserved be.  
Lead on the Army under thy Command  
No more against, but with thy King to stand.  
Thy Christian love, and loyalty express,  
In working thus our kingdom's happiness:  
Thus what Charles Ancestors did once foresee  
Shall be established to Eternity.  
Thou shalt by such endeavours (never fear it)  
The love of God, and all good men inherit.  
But if thou shalt this war continue, than  
Thou shalt abhorred be of God and Men;  
For such a wasteful cruel war needs must  
In th' issue lay this Kingdom in her durst;  
And therein will God's worship be interred;  
And best of civil Government lie buried.  
Of this Great Isle the Old Inhabitants▪  
Did paint themselves to make their countenance  
Seem to beholders ghastly, grim, and fierce;  
Such Cesar▪ found us: But we now are worse,  
We then were savages, now Christians are;  
And this Rebellion makes us worse by far  
Then rude Barbarians; such ways, we know,  
Do worst beseem such as for Christians go.  
America when first discovered;  
Her People though by Heathens governed,  
Yet to their King were most obedient.  
And 'mongst them was such form of Government  
As all could well what was their own enjoy,  
Themselves did not as we ourselves destroy:  
O mourning Times for every honest man,  
Men-eaters like to those of Magellan,  
Who viperlike no whit at all will spare,  
Their mother's Womb quite out to rend, and tear,  
Wilt thou be one of that base viperous brood?  
And is to thee thy Countries spoil thy food?  
Thou dost thyself a Christian write: why then  
Wilt thou in sin outstrip those Heathen men?  
Who served their King, and durst not him offend:  
Wilt thou thy evils unto that height extend?  
Even Heathens shall 'gainst thee in judgement rise  
Unless some better course thou dost devise  
In time: For what by war can mended be?  
In war we can but our confusion see.   

In presence of our God conjure I thee  
That thou thy King, and native country free  
From their sad fate: So that Religion true  
May stand established to the world's wide view;  
And that fair England's people as in times  
Of Yore may all sit underneath their vines,  
And peacefully enjoy what is their own,  
That King, and kingdom's bliss may still be known,  
And bear aloft the honour of their name,  
Cleared from Rebellion christian's stain, and shame.  
This to achieve do from Rebellion cease,  
And Nobly wor●el●y King and country's Peace.  
Thus shalt thou make a mends for what's a miss,  
And to thine Honour gain eternal bliss.    

The third Song.  

My Muse is now upon an Errand sent  
To view a Wall that gives no good content.  
Of such bad Waller's there's too many now,  
And one of them my Muse will show to you.   

MY Muse doth now Sir William Waller see,  
Who loves to sight where Walls and Hedges be  
Twixt him and them he is to fight withal;  
For then he'll show himself a soldier tall.  
O could his wit but handsomely contrive  
Before him always Woods and Hills to drive,  
Then would he with a soldier's threatning looks  
Amaze his Foes, and burn up watery Brooks.  
But on plain ground if he be brought to fight,  
He knows full soon to save himself by slight.  
For after-ages this remember will,  
How fast he ran away at Roundway-Hill.  
Yet notwithstanding that his overthrow  
My mind to me can sundry Actions show  
That 'tis in war a very Common-thing,  
One day to lose, another day to win●e.  
The Proveth bids us to remember this, 
Ipsa dies mater quandoque noverca est   
One day a Mother, and a stepdame is.  
But yet methinks that erring Knight should see  
The hand of God, his providence to be  
The working cause that made him then to fly;  
Even when he thought t'have gained the victory.  
For into Bristol news there Posting flies,  
That he by Conquest had driven to device  
His old Comrade, a Noble general:  
On whom a sudden Accident did fall,  
That to Devise did cause him to retire;  
Which made Sir William's Pride such height aspire,  
That he presumed, and so his brags did make  
In three days' space the Town Devise to take;  
And unto Bristol as a Prisoner bring  
That Noble Knight proved faithful to his King,  
But in the ruff of that his swelling pride,  
God did for him in Justice so provide,  
That he which did conceited Conquest boast,  
Was conquer●d and compelled away to post,  
As fast as he upon his Horse could fly;  
And to his Troops Ride, Ride, alo●d did cry.  
And well he might, for than he did behold  
That brave Prince Maurice coming on so bold;  
One which deserves that Character to have  
Which Homer once ●●to Achilles gave,  
He wisely knew an Army to command,  
And to a fight would stoutly valiant stand.  
He first took notice of Sir William's fear;  
And bids fall on they're running in the Rear.  
And then that Knight though hurt before by chance  
Doth from device into the field advance  
And marcheth on 'gainst them who proudly said  
He shall no more King Charles his party aid.  
And yet he did: The Noble Prince, and He  
The spoil of their proud Enemies did see.   

Though Waller's Horse had saved themselves by flight,  
Yet all his Foot amazed at the sight  
Stood in a Body; knew not how to fight.   

And those that did, resistance being vain,  
Were almost all on heaps together slain:  
But few escaped that were not Prisoners took;  
God then that pack of Rebels had forsook:  
Their Colours, Ordnance, Carriages were lost  
And Cornets thrown from some that well were horsed,  
Sir William's Camp was then camped under Feet;  
Such just reward was for Rebellion meet:  
And he like a right beaten soldier sent  
To Bristol, there his sad fate to lament.  
Sir William Waller, think upon this thing,  
My Muse her lines unto thyself doth bring,  
That so thy wisdom might perceive God's hand  
To be the strength which did thee then withstand:  
And sure it was to thee in mercy done,  
That thou no more a Rebels course shouldst run,  
Than time was given unto thee to repent;  
But thou that time haste to this time misspent,  
It was thy Pride, and Pride foreruns a fall:  
Remember this Rebellions general.  
The royal Person of thy King lay not  
That thou dost love, when in Rebellions plot  
Thou runn●st on, and in thy sovereign's sight  
Thou da●'st against his royal Person fight;  
Whose virtues do deserve a better love,  
Then that thou shouldst thine hand against him move.  
I do not know that e'er I saw thine eye;  
I know thine Image in Bath Church doth lie,  
Which I full many a time have looked upon,  
And seen as much as could be seen in stone.  
One thing I'm sure of viewing thee enshrin'de,  
I often with the good Duke Humphrey dined,  
There soldierlike in Arms complete thou art,  
To show thou canst discharge a soldier's part,  
With such a valiant wise dexterity,  
As may some great Commander dignify.  
Now when my Muse did think upon thee thus,   

My thoughts did then their pressing griefs discuss;  
That such an one as thou, so worthy a Knight  
Shouldst 'gainst thy King so like a rebel fight.  
Whereby thou canst expect unto thy name  
No Honour, but an everlasting shame.  
My thoughts then me unto a wondering led,  
That one of thy good parts, a scholar bred,  
Should so much blindness to the world bewray,  
As not to see what's clearer than the day.  
Thou needst must know the cause by thee defended,  
Doth stand by Law of God, and man condemned.  
Have Oaths, and vows of reason thee bereft?  
Such oaths, and vows are better broke then kept,  
Thus in Bath-Church of thee my thoughts have talked,  
When with a sorrowing soul I there have walked:  
These were my thoughts, which now I do disclose  
Unto thyself. Thy Anger, I suppose,  
I shall not to myself procure thereby,  
And if so be I do, yet what ca●e I;  
I'm poor enough, already made a scorn  
My Age by proud ones being overborne  
My Youth, I'm sure, could soon the means have wrought  
Which them more wit, and manners might have taught.  
From those that are endued with Noble mind,  
I cannot but expect respect to find.  
I soldiers love; and must: A soldier I  
Was of the Queens of blessed memory.  
In thee Sir William I do nothing hate,  
But that thou dost thy country ●uinate.  
And 'gainst thy King and country bearest Arms,  
Working thereby thy Kings and country's harms.  
And though I know my lines no praise can merit,  
As being penned with a distracted spirit:  
Yet seeing I have heard thou learned art,  
In hidden words I will my mind impart  
Hows'ever liked, this Truth be understood,  
I truly wish my King and cowntries good.  
The Moon, we know, hath but a borrowed Light,  
She put betwixt the Sun and human sight  
Makes sun's eclipse, as now we see it made,  
Which clouds the Kingdom in a darkened shade.  
●rather wish the Moons eclipse to see,  
Than by the Moon the sun eclipsed should be,  
That of the Moon doth Mortals little trouble,  
That of the sun doth morals horror double.   

Moon's body put twixt us, and sun's great light,  
The beams of Majesty which should shine bright  
Are so eclipsed as that a pitch-black night   

So darkened hath fair England's Hemisphere  
As nothing but prodigious flames appear,  
And Clouds of smoke, whose inside lined with Thunder,  
Our Kingdom muffles both aloft, and under:  
And in this storm of Subjects foul revolt,  
Thyself is made a tearing thunderbolt;  
Although thou know'st, and that unto thy cost  
That twice thou hast thy Thundering Pieces lost;  
Yet fire remains involved in thy cloud,  
Whose breaking forth bespeaketh ruin loud:  
And some fierce flames of lightning thou mak'st fly,  
Which may endanger sovereign Majesty.  
O! what a Torrent hath our Peace uprent  
With blood's expense most prodigally spent,  
By thee increased, who like a Blazing star  
Portendest nought but ruin by this War●e.  
A burning Comet doth not ever last:  
Thy flame hath burned too long in time forepast.  
It seems thy wrath into thy mind had sent  
A massy wad of sl●my stuff not spent  
In three years burning. What, is't thy desire  
As Phaeton to set the world on fire?  
Quench in thyself the flame thyself hast kindled;  
R●pentant tears with Faith, and Love when mingled  
Will do the deed, and cause thee wisely then  
To help to quench like fire in other men  
Behold thy mournful King in sorrows share  
So deep, none found 'mongst all his Subjects are:  
Yet all good Subjects have enough to make  
Their stouter hairs to quake, if not to ache,  
Yea, break in pieces, 'cause they all foresee  
The doleful State of England's misery.  
By this accursed Rebellion: The whole Nation  
With speed now Posting unto desolation.  
If thou good Subject be'st, remove those fears,  
That make the Land power out such bleeding tears;  
'Tis more than time this fearful storm to cease;  
And nothing can ●ffect it but a Peace,  
A happy Peace will both eclipses clear,  
And sun and Moon in glory shall appear,  
Each brightly shining in their proper sphere  
And then they will a glorious Peace uprear,  
When Cynthia as a Servant unto Sol  
With one consent a happy union shall  
Twixt King and Subjects make, and clouds disperse  
That be or shall be to our Peace averse.  
This to effect, Sir William reach thy hand,  
And for thy King with resolution stand  
For Peace, for Peace our Gracious King doth call,  
Peace is that precious Pearl will please us all.  
'tis that will make both Church and State to flourish,  
Blessed be each Soul the means thereto doth cherish.  
And blessed art thou (Sir William Waller) when  
With heart, and mind to this thou sayst Amen,  
Amen, Amen to this Amen say I,  
Amen say all that love His Majesty.    

The Fourth Song.  

My Muse doth now make haste into the North,  
To taste a mess of Scottish ill made Broth:  
And dine herself with Plummery and Keale  
Although she makes a very hungry meal.  
And sooth to say, and not at all to jest,  
she'll tell you whom she findeth at that feast.   

BRave Limping Lesley Rebels welcome Guest.  
Thy rough and boisterous blast blows North North East  
A Wind that's good for neither Man, nor Beast:  
And yet enclosed in Concave of thy breast,  
Like Aeolus thou send'st it forth from thence,  
And mak'st thereby a raging violence,  
Which doth produce a fearful bleeding work;  
All to uphold thy factious Scottish Kirk,  
And bring a proud and upstart presbytery,  
To Rule and sway in England's monarchy.  
And in this work to further thy int●nt,  
A Factious Force from England there is sent.  
So that the Factious in both Kingdoms are  
Against their King met in Rebellious war,  
Working ther● by, each Kingdoms fatal fall  
And this to do thou'rt made a general.  
Doth Scotland's Kyrk thy actions look upon,  
Allowing Ill, that Good may come thereon?  
God's word then sure is not the Rule whereby  
They order all their seeming Sanctity.  
All of thy Kyrk condemn I must not dare,  
Among them sure some learned Divines there are;  
Some that are just, and good, and holy men;  
With all my heart I love, and reverence them.  
But for the most, the Swing of their intent  
Is unto schism, and Faction chiefly bent.  
The Brethren of the Parity are they  
Which in Rebellions war do bear most sway;  
And for a true religious work allow it;  
None of the Faction dare to disavow it.  
Thou of that brotherhood a Brother art,  
And stand'st, though halting, strongly on their part.  
Say not thou art a true Religious man  
Thy best is but a Rebel-Puritan;  
Thou giv'st a mocking taunt to Purity,  
And art but pure religion's Enemy.  
Who plainly showest by thy Rebellious Course  
Thou hast no more Religion than a Horse.  
Did ever Pure Religion teach this thing  
That Subjects might raise war against their King,  
For any Cause or seeming good pretence?  
No true Religion unto such offence  
Doth warrant give: That false one doth of Rome,  
Unto whole Tenent thou dost closely come:  
Thus as the devil to the collier cried  
Like unto Like; So thou with Rome dost side.  
I care not though thou take my words in snuff,  
I will not fear to give thy Pride a cuff.  
Thyself, thy words, thy works all rude and rough  
Are Bastard-like, base, misbegotten stuff.  
But in the wisdom of thine own conceit,  
If thou dost think praise on thy Actions wait,  
Then must I tell thee out of Wisdoms School,  
That thou art left more hopeless than a Fool.  
The wisest King that ever Scotland bred  
Whose judgement was with understanding fed  
In things Divine to clear each raised-up doubt  
There was like him in all the world through out  
Not any King. It was his full intent  
To state both Kingdoms in one Government.  
That scholar like King, and King of scholars He  
The English and the Scottish Church did see  
Both of one Faith: and that they might agree  
In Discipline with fuller unity,  
Considering our English Form was found  
More pure than that of Scotland, and more sound,  
His whole endeavours he did then incline  
That Scots might use the English Discipline.  
And to that end our Service-book he sent  
To them that they therewith might be content:  
Which if with Ours it did not full agree,  
Upon Complaint it should amended be.  
And rightly judging that Episcopy  
Was b●st agreeing unto Manarchy,  
He laboured that Scotland's Church might have  
Their learned Bishops, godly, wise, and grave.  
By this one Form of Discipline he knew  
Both Churches should be one, though they were two  
And might appear full strong in their defence,  
When in them both there was no difference.  
But that blessed work most proudly was withstood  
By those that were the Factious brotherhood,  
Whose malice did mischievously contrive  
Their Bishops all at once away to drive;  
And in despite our Service book they throw  
Out of their Church: A better yet I trow,  
Nay more, I dare 'gainst any undertake  
Those Factious fools could not, can ever make  
Scarce one so good. Of one thing I am sure  
The Scriptures Test it will throughout endure.  
Here now begins Rebellion forth to break,  
And Rebels mouths most lavishly do speak  
'Gainst God's anointed, and belch out this lie,  
That he did mean to bring in popery;  
A thing which never came into his thought,  
As knowing well what works proud Rome hath wrought.  
Yet now he finds his factious Subjects all  
Are in their works Rome-like, tyrannical.  
And thou (proud general) a man accursed,  
If not the worst of all, yet next the worst,  
Dost as a chief in their Society  
Uphold this work of damned Impiety;  
And with thee join our English schismatics,  
The bats of Hagar, full of mocking tricks.  
Our Mother-Church you all most proudly scorn,  
As Hagar Sarah, and each Isaac born  
Of h●r blessed womb, each child of promise must  
With you as Off-scummes out of door be thrust.  
None are a Church but those of your new faction;  
Lo, how you join with Rome in this your action,  
And this your monstrous building up to rear  
Against your King, you proudly Arms do bear;  
For why? such sons of Desperation  
Can give themselves a Dispensation.  
Two famous Kingdoms thus confounded are  
By civil, most uncivil barbarous war.  
The secret plot which did this work contrive  
Got life long since, though then not seen alive.  
To Luds great Town was sent from Eden's land,  
The Contract which fast joined hand in hand  
This factious Crew, by Vow, and Oath to make  
This rueful war, which dangerously doth shake  
Of either Kingdom their most strong foundation,  
And threatneth both with direful desolation.  
For now ye see the Scottish Covenanter  
His Covenant dares to English Lord's prefer;  
And thereby England's Subjects sworn must be  
Against their King. O matchless villainy!  
Who takes that Oath are perjured every one;  
From Faith and Truth they desperately are gone,  
No age before produced so vile a thing  
That subjects should be sworn against their King.  
One thing there is our Rebels stand upon,  
Which doth in their Rebellion lead them on;  
The King his Oath, and Oath of Subjects all  
Are both alike, say they, reciprocal;  
And so they are; both must indeed be kept,  
But know they have a different respect;  
The King his Oath doth take with reverend fear  
To God alone: But Subjects, they do swear  
To God, and to their King. If Kings offend,  
'Tis God alone that must with them contend,  
A power above them; That which is below,  
I mean, Those that their Subjects be, must know  
They cannot move in any other sphere  
Then of Subjection. Whence it is most clear,  
As God alone hath power over the King,  
So Subjects must submit in every thing  
Unto their lawful Prince; who power hath  
To punish Subjects for their breach of Faith.  
Let Subjects know it is not in their part,  
To say unto their King, Thou wicked art.  
Who dares speak so? but such as speak not well,  
And proudly dare against their King rebel,  
And most unjustly when they but surmise  
The King doth 'gainst his Oath some plots devise  
Which he ne'er minded: Then if Subjects all,  
On such suspect shall from obedience fall  
And run into Rebellion presently,  
All Government is quite destroyed thereby.  
If Husbands chance to break their Marriage Vow,  
Shall wives 'gainst Husbands straight rebel think you?  
And then again much more especially  
When wives are moved by causeless jealousy?  
Yet Subjects of our King so moved are  
To take up Arms in this Rebellious war.  
And thou (proud Lesley) makes thyself a chief,  
In working of thy King and country's grief.  
And this must still be for religion's sake,  
That makes the Rebels such a coil to make.  
The Turk were he to choose Religion now.  
He would not be Religious like to you,  
Scotch general then go gang thy way along,  
Help to uphold the Turkish Koran.  
At Mecca there do thou a Champion set,  
And fight thou there for their great Mahomet,  
And then by that thy valiant enterprise  
Thou mayst command the Great Turks janissaries,  
Or general be of his Timariot Force,  
And so command three hundred thousand Horse;  
And rise to be of some great Bashaw's might,  
Or Beglebeg, a Lord of Lords in sight.  
Here's Honour for thy high Ambition fit,  
Who mayst make choice of thy Religion yet.  
Then stay not here great Britain's Isle to spoil,  
By mischief of thy proud Rebellions broil.  
Thy Scottish Covenant keep among the Scots;  
Our English Church and commonwealth it blots  
With Treason 'gainst our King uprightly just,  
Who gave himself into his Subjects trust:  
And that so generally as none before  
Was known to do so in the days of Yore.  
Shall Subjects than their sovereign's trust betray,  
And 'gainst their King foul parts of Treason play?  
The Proverb thou dost know, it loudly rings,  
And tells the world that Scotland bears no Kings.  
Wouldst thou of such condition England make?  
And spoil her honour with thy Scottish rake?  
May judgement first upon thee strongly seize,  
And King and Kingdom of that sickness ease.  
A work's begun which with infection strong  
Infects both Kingdoms by Rebellions wrong.  
And canst thou Lesley find within thy heart  
Such works to do, and take such workers part?  
O strange to see! for I have heard thy name  
With Honour praised, whereof if true the Fame,  
Thou art a soldier, and with warlike skill  
Canst in a battle all thy ranges fill;  
And valiantly command an Army so,  
As where thou marchest Honour there may go  
And so it might in war when Honourable:  
Rebellions praise is most abominable.  
Quit then thy Honour from dishonours stain;  
And march no longer in Rebellions train.  
It's much, too much thou hast already done;  
Thyself but conquer, there's a Conquest won  
Shall make thee great: Great glory shall they win  
Who can like conquerors o'ercome their sin.  
Our good King Charles, Prince Charles, & Noble Duke  
Set them before thee, and upon them look  
With heart of love: The King deserves no less;  
And those sweet Princes do such grace express,  
As not an heart unless of Steel or Stone,  
But would be moved to love them every one.  
Against them all to fight, Offences such  
Do with a mischief God's anointed touch.  
And yet the Actors, they themselves will style  
His majesty's most loyal Subjects, while  
They're nothing less: Their actions foul and vile  
Do justly them from Subjects name exile.  
To see in this how Subj●cts do proceed;  
May justly make the stoniest heart to bleed.  
Great Britain's Self herself doth bite and sting;  
Our sins, our sins on us these judgements bring.  
What? are the English now of madman's Tribe  
To let the Scots to them a Form prescribe  
Of Government in Church, and commonwealths?  
And to enforce't for King and Kingdom healths?  
No Lesley, no▪ wise England will not brook  
What thy base Faction now hath undertook.  
Feed then no longer thy deluding hope,  
Nor vainly give unto thy fancy scope;  
For if thou dost, thou wilt but fool thyself.  
And lay thy hopes upon a broken Shelf.  
New Covenanters, Ours, and You, Crafty Scots  
All base Projectors, full of cozening Plots,  
Shall all in God's good time from England pack,  
And work no more our Kings and country's wrack.  
To England's Rule if Scotland please to yield,  
Great Britain's Union shall be then upheld.  
Renowned King Charles shall from that very day,  
With joy the sceptres of both kingdom's sway.  
God's true Religion than shall firmly stand;  
And Britain's Isle shall be a glorious Land.  
No clouds shall then eclipse her glorious shine  
Among the Nations round about her clime.  
Her Peace shall then her safety fortify,  
As City built in glorious unity.  
Lesley behold a wished for happiness  
Which to accomplish thou thy mind address,  
If thou indeed religious rightly art,  
Religion bids thee take thy sovereign's part,  
And be content in Scotland to abide,  
And take what there God doth for thee provide;  
And never henceforth any inroad make  
Into this Land, in Hostile way to take  
From England's King and English Subjects what  
To thee, or any of thine belongeth not:  
Which yet I'd have thee know thou couldst not do,  
Did not our Bastard-English help thereto.  
I know 'tis natural for man to err  
But know that beastlike 'tis to persevere  
In error. Then retract; To King submit  
And do what best a Subject may befit.  
Strive now for Peace, to Peace thyself betake,  
And let an happy Peace thy Period make.  
In Peace to live, and so in Peace to die  
Will bring to thee a Peace eternally.  
And scorn not him whose pen these lines did write,  
His Youth could well in warlike battle fight,  
The Accidence of Arms long since he knew,  
And all the grammar Rules of war did view:  
And can dispute the learning of that Art  
Even with thyself, were we both set a part.  
But now let's both to shield ourselves from evil  
Fight 'gainst our sins, the World, the Flesh, the devil  
My Muse will him a Christian subject sing,  
That Feareth God, and honoureth the King.    

The fifth Song.  

Now that my Muse into the North is come,  
she seeks about, as hearing there are some  
Who side with Lesley in this shameful war,  
Which honest men should from their heart abhor.  
My Muse in seeking, one she hath found out,  
Doth tell his name, and so resolves the doubt.   

FAirfax, far fetched, dear bought is good, men say,  
For Ladies: yet not if they strain to pay  
Too dear a price for all the things they buy;  
Such chapmen turn to Bank-rupts suddenly.  
Bankrupt of Grace it seems that now thou art  
Against thy King to take Rebellions part,  
And such a King as England never had,  
Who did delight to make his Subjects glad  
By granting what they justly should desire;  
What more could Subjects of their King require?  
What fury then inflames Rebellions fire,  
And causeth Rebels proudly to aspire  
To such an height, their sovereign to compel  
To do but what themselves should say is well:  
Although it be at once to overthrow  
Both King, and Kingdom; which the Powder-blow  
Intended: And what that would then have wrought  
This now Rebellion to effect hath brought  
Fair England, which advanced in glory stood,  
Is now thrown down into a Sea of blood.  
A Jesuit, and schismatic in evil,  
Are both alike the Children of the devil.  
Thou Fairfax art the last, and dost so walk;  
That future Ages thus of thee will talk;  
He hated Rome, and yet made way to bring  
A Roman-like Rebellion 'gainst her King.  
In such a war wilt thou with Lesley join  
And set Religion's Stamp upon thy coin?  
False coin to make by Law is Treason held,  
And such a work thou brought'st into the field.  
A Princely general in's 
* William of Nassaw: Pro Deo, Pro Rege, pro Grege, pro Lege.  Colours had this clause  
Fo● God, for King, for country, for the Laws,  
For these to fight it is a soldier's praise;  
And who so fight their honour's name shall rai●e  
In future Ages unto such an height,  
As Honour shall on their memorial wait.  
But those that die in foul Rebellions plot  
Their memory, their name shall stink and rot.  
And so shall thine if still thou bearest Arms  
To work thereby thy Kings, and country's harms:  
And all good Laws to trample under Feet  
Is this a work for Noble Subjects meet?  
Ignobly sure with shames reproach run they  
Who will run on in proud Rebellions way.  
I wonder, Fairfax, what 'tis makes thee fight?  
What Bugbear standeth in thy judgements sight?  
Thy King hath promised by Oath and Vow  
'Gainst Kingdoms Laws no one thing to allow.  
You say His Protestations verbal are:  
'Twere well for all you not so real were;  
Then would you not so really intend  
Your Gracious King unjustly to offend  
For whatsoever our King his word hath past  
Should be performed from the first to th' last,  
If Subjects but a legal way would take  
They might be sure he wholesome Laws would make,  
And by their Execution give them life,  
And so prevent whatsoever should move to strife.  
What moves thee then thy Armies on to bring  
In Hostile manner 'gainst so good a King?  
A woeful thing with Lucan 'twas to spy,  
'Gainst Roman Eagle, Roman Eagle fly.  
Unto our woe our eyes are now descrying  
'Gainst England's red-cross, England's red-cross flying.  
And Andrew's cross to fill their Scottish Gorge  
Comes flying in against our England's George.  
And English hands with strong Rebellions might  
Must Andrew help against themselves to fight.  
‛ 'ware England,' ware: help not the Scots too much.  
Lest that mad work produce a danger, such  
As may effect that anchorets' prophecy,  
Which Polychronicon doth testify. 
* See Heylins Geography, of British Isles. pag. 510. English men for that they wonneth them to drunkenness, to Treason, and to recklessness of God's house, first by Danes, and then by Normans, and the third time by Scots, whom they holden least worth of all, they shallen be overcome. Then the world shall be unstable, and so divers and variable, that the unstableness of thoughts shall be betokened by many manner diversity of clothing.   
Both Kingdoms Forces firmly joined may  
With boldness to the world most stoutly say  
Deal as thou wouldst be dealt with: We not care  
To bid our proudest foes do what they dare  
Our Force by Sea about the Island round  
Was strength enough to keep the Inland sound.  
By Sea and Land we now ourselves destroy:  
Which into Mourning changeth all our Joy.  
We through the World our Honour might have born,  
But now to th' world have made ourselves a scorn.  
And 'mong ourselves we have a spo●le begun,  
Which all the World 'gainst us could not have done.  
And yet the workers of our mischief still  
Do all run on most desperately in ill.   

I●Fairfax mad or drunk? what dulls thy sense,  
Thou canst not see the ill of thine offence?  
Who eats a Hemlock-root in parsnips stead,  
Is thereby into fits of madness led.  
What Cup of Lethe doth thy sense beguile,  
And makes thee sleeping die, and dying smile?  
Awake thyself; rouse thy distracted senses:  
Rebellion, Treason, are such vile offences,  
As throws thee down into an horrid State,  
That God and all Good men thy Actions hate.  
As Alexander once was heard to say  
To wise Calisthenes, the same I may  
Speak unto thee, That wiseman I do hate,  
That doth not wisely for his own estate. 
* Odi Sophistam qui sibi non sapit.   
Wise to thyself learn thou in time to be,  
That thou thy straying ways mayst wisely see.  
The fear of God best wisdom doth begin;  
It will thee reach to see, and know thy sin.  
In thine amiss do thou thyself not cherish,  
Thy Judge doth say thou must repent, or pe●ish.  
The prodigal comes to himself again,  
Shows they are mad that do in sin remain.  
The Christians Faith not with Repentance joined,  
Doth argue name of Christian falsely coined:  
Believe, confess, Repent, and sin forsake,  
These Graces do a Christian rightly make.  
Those men are truly mad which do suppose  
Themselves true Christians, whilst they do enclose  
Themselves in worst of sins: such Monsters are,  
And so art thou in this Rebellious war.  
If thou'lt be led by sacred Wisdoms lore,  
It will thee then unto thy wits restore.  
Thou shalt no more in fits of madness run,  
Thy madness hurt enough, too much hath done  
Already: 'tis time those fits should stay,  
Which to thyself, and country brings decay.  
Two Kingdoms will but make a sad conclusion,  
When both of them have wrought their own confusion,  
Me thinks Jerusalem may cause suspicion,  
That we ourselves will bring to her condition.  
None but seditious Brethren 'mongst us are  
The causers of this most destructive war.  
Will valiant Fairfax chief Commander be  
In such a war? And where himself may see  
His country's ruin joined with his own?  
O let so vile a thing no more be known:  
A danger when foreseen is soon prevented,  
It may at last untimely be lamented.  
This foul Rebellion not in time withstood  
'Tis vain to think of Kings and countries good.  
Thy warlike Hands hast thou to sin so sold  
As by them still Rebellion to uphold?  
Is this the way bright honour's Fame to win,  
By thy persisting in so damned a sin?  
That Honour purchased is at dearest cost,  
When Soul and Body both thereby are lost.  
Not Honour then, but foul Dishonours shame  
Shall wait upon the memory of thy Name  
When thou art dead. Do therefore whilst alive  
Thy better thoughts within thyself revive.  
Each Kingdom in itself divided is,  
And each 'gainst other. Now the Lord of bliss,  
Even Truth itself hath spoken to us all,  
No Kingdom in such case can stand but fall.  
What hast thou done? what is't thou dost then?  
No b●tter actions than the worst of men.  
Such actions do as may thyself commend,  
'Gainst King and country do no more offend.  
Thy country now which thou hast made to bleed,  
To staunch her blood thy helping hand doth need.  
Some healing balm unto thy country bring,  
The scorpion's oil doth heal the scorpion's sting.  
Now then resolve with all thy greatest force,  
To stop and stay Rebellions wounding course:  
Join thou with those that with our King do join,  
Religion than no counterfeited coin  
Shall make to pass, but lawful money than  
Shall only pass amongst us English men:  
King Charles his Image coin shall lawful make,  
And that for currant shall his Subjects take;  
Though now we are enforced by lawless might  
Some things to do as if in Laws despite;  
And that by those who should our Laws protect,  
Though now they do both King and Laws reject.  
The King 'mongst them doth but a Cipher stand;  
Their Will's a Law, and unto their Command  
Both King and fellow-subjects must submit:  
O monstrous shame, for Heathens most unfit.  
Yet to maintain such Actions most unjust  
They take up Arms, and in their Swords do trust.  
'Gainst God and King when such Rebellion's raised,  
Cursed be those tongues by whom it shall be praised.  
To call ill good is an accursed thing,  
A Curse it will at last most surely bring.  
Who unto Peace do bend their heart, and mind,  
Shall out of doubt from God a blessing find.  
Then Fairfax, if thou truly valiant art,  
Strike in for Peace, and take thy sovereign's part.  
One of thy name long since in Arms I knew  
At Groning-Leaguer: and indeed 'tis true  
He was a valiant Captain; Art thou so?  
No more against the Lord's anointed go.  
No● fight again against His Maj●sty,  
Nor Actor be in England's Tragedy.  
The Peace of Charles our sovereign Lord the King,  
His Crown, and Dignity, yea, that's the thing  
Which honest Subjects strongly should uphold,  
And so in Arms of Peace their country fold.  
Fight thou for this, and therein valiant be,  
So Honour shall attend, and follow thee.  
Know Fairfax that I wish thy happiness,  
As thou thyself dost unto Peace address.  
Peace, Glory, Honour, these shall Crown thee then,  
This Peace God grant unto us all, Amen.    

The sixth Song.  

'mongst Oxen now my Muse descendeth down,  
From Hob, to Job; and so cries who to Brown.   

BRown-Bread, and Onions with a garlic-head  
Is Carters meat, So Coridon's are fed;  
By which strong food, they thereon feeding well,  
Their breath is made to have a stinking smell.  
So (Brown) hath thine, what Onion (is't I think)  
Thou feedest upon which makes thy breath to stink?  
Is't a Scotch Onion which England's house withstood,  
Though now they serve it even in broths of Blood?  
It seems it is an Onion sharp, and sour,  
Which causeth many a thousand eyes to pour  
Forth tears with many a sad and grieved thought  
To see what sour effects are thereby wrought.   

But (Brown) art thou of that proud Brown's descent 
Brownists.   
Whose schism at first our Peace in pieces rent?  
And of whose name the Brownists have their stile, 
Greenway. Barrow Penry. Penry flies to Scotland.   
Whose foolish Sect can none but Fools beguile:  
Yet of such Force, as it hath been a terror  
To those who love to please themselves in error.  
Those Greenway, Barrow, first did break the Ice;  
Then Udall did with Penry join advice.  
Three first were hanged: to Scotland Penry fled,  
And there abroad his schism he proudly spread.  
The Brethren of the Scottish Parity  
Did join with him in all his Knavery.  
So that each Kingdom to their trouble felt  
The share which schism and Faction freely dealt  
Amongst them; And the holy Br●thren, they  
Grew up together; walked in one way,  
By vow, and Oath in League and Covenant knit,  
To serve each others turn when time should fit.  
Now Brownism, though it was by Law suppressed;  
In Corners yet it was too much professed.  
And those though silenced would not silence keep;  
But Preach at midnight (when 'twas time to sleep)  
In Woods, in Cock-lofts, cellars, Gravel-pits,  
(For some such place such Brethren best befits)  
There would they pray, and there full often Preach,  
And to their brotherhood Rebellion teach,  
And say, 
They will have Kings unto them subjected.  In cause ecclesiastical  
The King himself can have no power at all.  
The Church is governed by her Ministry,  
And herein they renounce his Majesty.  
The King himself he must a member be,  
Of some one Congregation: and He  
Must Subject be unto their Church-Divine,  
And must submit unto their Discipline.  
So Preach the Brethren of the Parity;  
And what is this but downright Popery?  
But David, 
King's Supremacy.  Solomon, each following King  
In holy writ sufficient warrant bring,  
That every King in his own Kingdom is  
Next unto Christ supreme: And things amiss  
In Church or commonwealth, they all should be  
By Him reformed. Without him you may see  
No thing is done: His Warrant, His Consent  
Is that enables Subjects to Convent,  
And ratifies what they conclude upon:  
So that without him nothing can go on  
Priests, High-Priests are by Kings preferred: They can  
At pleasure place, and displace any man.  
King's hold their Crown from God▪ He that is King  
Doth in his Kingdom rule in every thing.  
Such is His Dignity and royal State,  
All powers else are but subordinate  
To Him: And Subjects ranged in their List,  
The powers which are of God must not resist,  
For if they do, 'gainst God themselves they set:  
And shall thereby his high displeasure get  
Kings take their place next underneath their God,  
To Him alone they must be left. His Rod  
Is only that which over-aweth them,  
And not the Words, nor rods, nor Swords of men,  
Who being Subjects only must obey:  
These no Commission have to oversway  
Their King. If Brown 'gainst this his reasons bring,  
he'll reason like a traitor to his King.  
And those his Priests who 'gainst this truth do Preach,  
Do Treason and Rebellion plainly teach.   

'Mongst them too sorts of Brownists may be found, 
Two sorts of Brownists.   
Both building on the one and self same ground.  
And both alike uphold Rebellion's Action:  
Upraised by schism, and by seditious faction.  
The first, 
The first sort.  least dangerous, do separate  
Themselves from this our Church, and dare to prate  
'Gainst this their Mother Nation, and deny  
That here the being of a Church doth lie.  
To build their Church to Amsterdam they run,  
But lose their labour when they thither come:  
For why? The States will not allow them there  
The honourable name of Church to bear.  
They an ass-sembly are: not named Holy:  
So well discerned is their Factions folly.  
Some years there spent, at last from thence they go,  
As wise, as Waltham's Calf; for we must know  
They hither come, into blind Corners creep:  
And there's their Church; There they like coxcombs keep.  
And Ignorant of sound Divinity,  
They rail against our church's Ministry.  
And on our Church this foul aspersion put 
They Rule against our Church.   
That she is of the Popish Roman cut.  
Nay, more than this; for thus they lay it on,  
They call our Church the Whore of Babylon.  
They learning hate; an Ancient father's name  
Must not be used by them, the more's their shame.  
Yet 'mongst themselves they reverend Fathers have  
Of wisdom great, 
Their Reverend Fathers.  of carriage finely grave.  
First Father Cromp the cobbler he shall stand,  
As being always on the mending hand.  
And Father will the Weaver cries down theft,  
Although to steal the Yarn he hath not left.  
Then Father Talk the Patcher he will try  
To Preach, though quite besides the needle's eye  
He put his thread: he'll overcast his Text,  
And prating speak what to his Tongue comes next.  
His Flock of Ge●se for good his gaggling take,  
Though Botcher-like he mars what he doth make.  
And Father Axe the Butcher hath a vain,  
That's very killing: All the Calves lie slain  
As at his Feet; so powerful is his preaching,  
And Fools so love his Kill-Calf kind of Teaching.  
But Father Thunder, that's a man of zeal,  
Can eat a well-sized pig even at a meal:  
He with his thundering voice would Babel shake,  
When yet himself doth but a Babel make,  
The ass though fold●d in a lion's Skin,  
Yet when to bray he doth but once begin,  
He proves himself a long-card-ass to be  
And brayeth forth his asslike fool●ry.  
Then Father Bear, that swinish grunting grub,  
A ●reacher strange, O how he'll thump a Tub.  
And Tr●sh the T●nker, in he fiercely comes,  
The Drummer of those rattling kettledrums;  
Among them all a noise they make as good,  
As do the Cataracts of Nilus flood;  
Of which experience for a truth doth tell  
They're all made deaf who near their noise do dwell.  
In that same Nilus Cro●adiles do breed  
Who love themselves upon mankind to feed.  
And so those Preachers spoken of before,  
Make lean their flock to fat themselves the more.  
And then forsooth Fine simpering Mistress Peg  
Who likes her best must have the capon's leg. 
Their zealous Prayers.   
And all of them have wondrous gifts in Prayer:  
Petitions such as strongly pierce the air.  
The same Petition they will oft repeat,  
And bring themselves and Hearers to a sweat.  
With voice, and gesture strangely violent  
'Gainst King, Church, State, they show their discontent.  
They backward, forward, to and again do trace,  
As if they running were the Wild-Goose chase:  
Their zeal so drives themselves they know not whither:  
And praying thus, they'll pray four hours together.  
These by their powerful zeal, and zealous power,  
To widows Houses creep, and them devour.  
All men of Spirit, Holy Fathers named,  
Who have our Church and true Religion shamed.  
And these proud Fools they dare their King control,  
For Church upholders these their names enrol.  
This is good stuff, like Popish Friety,  
Fit to uphold the church's Dignity.  
All Brownists, those without, and they within  
Our Church▪ are equal in Rebellions sin.   

These Brownists do our Bishops next oppose, 
They rail against Bishops.   
And in their zealous pride affi●m of those,  
That Limbs of Roman Antichrist they be,  
By which the world their Ignorance may see  
And laugh thereat: 
The singular piety of Roman Bishops in the first 300. years.  For plainly it appears  
That Rome herself in first three hundred years  
Had Ruling Bishops numbered thirty two,  
Who only had in their own See to do.  
And most of them who died not in their bed,  
For Christ's his Cause to Martyrdom were led;  
For whom to die they were exceeding g'ad,  
This Honour they, 
Bishop's Subject to the Em●perour.  those Ruling Bishops had.  
And yet when Constant●●e was pleased to call  
First Nicene Councel● truly general▪  
Then under him, and his ●mperiall Sea●  
There came together in that council Great  
Three Hundred Eighteen Bishops, And all these  
Were Ruling Bishops in the● several Sees▪  
That Blessed council to the Church gave Peace  
And did her bloody Persecutions cease.  
And after that were Bishops thirty three,  
Which sa●e Succ●ssively i'th' Roman See  
O'er them the Emperor was sovereign Lord  
Unto whose Ruling power with one accord  
They all did humbly yield themselves▪ And they  
Next under God did His command obey.  
Unto the year six hundred ●ive 'tis clear,  
Full fifty five Rome's Bishops did appear,  
Who were to th' Emperor true Subjects sound, 
Boniface the Pope the first Roman Bishop that exa●●d himself above all other Bishops.   
The word of Truth had laid no other ground.  
But in the year six hundred, near the end  
The Roman Bishop sixty six no friend  
Was found to God, or Church: For then by name  
Came Boniface the third, past Grace, and shame;  
He first the stile of universal took,  
And proudly did all Bishops over look:  
That Time, and person, if observed well,  
Doth unto us a special secret tell,  
The year six hundred, Bishops sixty six,  
The learned do the Beasts name rightly fix 
The number of the Beast 666. made up in him.   
On him for Antichrist so long foretold  
In Holy Scriptur● where it stands enroled▪  
How universal Priest he came to be,  
The story of the Church doth let us see.  
When Ph●cas had the Emperor Maurice slain,  
Unto himself the Empire then to gain▪ 
How Boniface came to be universal Bishop by Phocas.   
He prays that Boniface would then comply  
With him in that his treason's villainy.  
And vows if he but once the Empire get;  
That Boniface in Church supreme shall set▪  
Be universal Bishop: only he  
In Christian world the highest Lord should be,  
By whose command all Bishops might be pressed  
To yield obedience to his Lordly Hest:  
This was the match. The Empire Phocas had,  
And Boniface the Highest Priest was made.  
Thus Treason unto him conception gave;  
And murder then the midwife's part would have:  
Ambition was his Nurse; The Milk him fed  
An Emperor's blood by Phocas murdered.  
So that the legs whereon he proudly stood  
Were these, Ambition, Treason, murder, Blood.  
Sith on such grounds Rome's Papacy doth stand:  
What good is to be looked for at their hand?  
Yet will I not condemn all Papists: 
Many Papists good Su●jects.  Nor  
Can think't a blessed work, (which I abhor)  
To kill those that amongst us do remain:  
For some we have, free from the Jesuits strain;  
Who, if the Pope himself in Arms should bring  
An Army 'gainst the Kingdom, and our King,  
To King and country would their love express,  
And boldly fight against his holiness.  
Though many Papists have b●en much misled,  
This is the mind of those not Jesuited. 
The authors disaffection to Popery.   
And for my speaking thus let no man doubt,  
But still I wish to keep Rome's Popery out.  
And though you say you saw it very plain,  
That Popery was coming in a main, 
Our Laws of Force to keep out Popery.   
Laws ready made, not one of them repealed:  
They justly would that mischief soon have healed  
Without Rebellions help. O bloody deed!  
Against all Laws like Tyrants to proceed!  
Brown's Brownists then in this Rebellion, who  
Are now the Rebels? Papists? No, but you.  

* The false scandal of Bishops bringing in Popery.  And though you think that now our Bishops are  
Most Popish: yet they never once did war  
Against our King, as you do at this day;  
And y●● of them y'are not ashamed to say  
That in th'intention of their Policy  
They sought again to bring in Popery:  
When they but thought in one conformity  
To state the Church, her Peace to dignify.  
If Bishops all the self same thing had minded,  
It had been well, as now too late we find it;  
Next to the Faith the church's Peace to keep,  
Which broken now makes thousand eyes to weep.  
Faith's Doctrine when 'tis kept uprightly sound  
Should outward Form the church's Peace confound?  
Our God, you know, the God of Order is,  
Each Christian King had always power in this,  
In his own Kingdom to determine so,  
As all the Church might in one Order go  
In outward Form of Church-like Government.  

* His Majesty unjustly scandalised for intending to bring in Popery.  To which because our King his purpose bent,  
Must your Rebellious Tongues with one Consent,  
Say that it was his majesty's intent  
Again, for sooth, to bring in Popery?  
In plain Terms truth to speak, Rebels ye lie.  

a Though the late Roman Bishops have erred from the Truth: yet the Bishops of the Church of England have stoutly defended the Truth.  Though Roman Bishops now are found to swerve  
From Rule of Truth, must Bishops all deserve  
To be accounted Popes? What have they done  
Since Reformation in our Church begun?  

b Our Princes have stood for it. King Edward.  King Edward and His Bishops they drove out  
Rome's Popery: and with resolution stout  
Withstood proud R●mes usurped Suprema●i●,  
And did our church's evils remedy. 
Queen Elizabeth.   
Our Queen Eliza with the full consent  
Of England's then most happy Parliament,  
Where all her Reverend Bishops jointly met,  
(For they in Parliament have always set)  
King Edward's Laws confirmed, and did scorn  
By papal power to be overborne.  
King James with his grave Bishops did comply 
King James.   
To write 'gainst Rome, and that most learnedly;  
And in despite of Rome and Rome's disdain  
Our England's Church did in her Peace maintain;  
And would not suffer any factious brain  
The honour of her settled Peace to stain.  
And our King Charles, 
King Charles.  and all his Bishops, they  
Do hold their course even in the self same way.  
Our good King, and his Bishops now condemned,  
Should rather for their care be much commended.  
Old Rome at first with pious Bishops filled, 
Ol●●Romes Religion, and our now-Religion all 〈◊〉.   
Our now-Religion was by them upheld.  
Their Bishops all for first six hundred years,  
As ours now are, they were, as it appears  
When Bishop Iewel's Challenge could not gain  
One Romish Bishop able to maintain  
Rome's now-Religion, in those points we fall  
Away from that which we do Popery call  
Why are our Bishops then so much despised?  
No new Religion is by them devised.  
The old Religion is by them revived:  
Who never yet so vil●● thing contrived  
As you have done▪ when for religion's sa●e  
You do most vile Rebellion lawful make.  
Of Bishop's Protestants I know this thing,  
None ever proved a Traitor to his King.  
Let Brownists then our Bishops let alone,  
And know themselves for Rebels every one.   

For what though some defects there might be found  
In some of them? Yet firmly stands this ground,  
A personal defect ne'er takes away  
The lawfulness of Place, but still that may  
Be kept: For this the Rule hath always been,  
Uphold the place but take away the sin.  
But now the place must quite unlawful be  
When some defects we do in persons see.  
Way given to this, what Place can firmly stand?  
Behold what course the Factious take in hand.  
But (which is strange) as Bishops they defy,  
So they against our church's Prayers do cry, 
Brownists except against the Churches, set Forms of Prayer.   
And say the Church of Christ is much abused,  
When those good Prayers of our Church are used.  
The Church to give set forms of Prayer! Now fie,  
Where's then the Spirit, which immediately  
Inspires the Church, and all her Ministry  
To pray to God, and that effectually?   

Know, 
And are answered.  Moses did set forms of Prayer prescribe  
To Israel's people, even to every Tribe  
Which should be used when they in hand did take  
Their ●ourney with God's Holy ark to make, 
Num. 10. 25. ●0.   
Both at the taking up when they began  
Their daily March and when at even they came  
Unto their Resting Place. Like holy form  
By those by whom the Glorious ark was born  
Was used in Prayer. 
Num. 6. 22, to 27.  These Form●Moses gave  
Unto the Church: Doth he deserve to have  
It said, Fie on Him, for his doing so?  
What God allows who dare to it say no?  
God's word a form of blessing doth express  
And wills his Church in blessing so to bless.  
Then fie on those who cannot now ab●de  
Set forms of Prayer, but do them deride.  
Know, holy David Songs of Prayer and Praise  
Did form and pen, that thereby he might raise  
The hearts of all God's People up on high  
To pray unto, and praise the Majesty  
Of our great God, with Prayers and Praises fit,  
Which might in them an holy zeal beget:  
And then those Psalms unto the Church he sent,  
Which there unto our God he did present.  
Was then (think you) the Church of God abused  
By them by whom those holy forms were used?   

Our holy Common-Prayer-book first penned  
By those who did for Christ their blood expend, 
The compilers of our commonprayer Book.   
Should not I think) be as it is, depraved  
By wilful Fools, who will a mass-book have it.  
Those that compiled it Rome's mass did hate,  
And England's Church in true Religion state.  
Those then by whom that Book is now refused,  
By them God and his Church is most abused.  
And yet at this we need not wonder much;  
For why? 
Brownists despise the Lord's Prayer. Barrow.  their pride and arrogance is such,  
As even that Prayer which Christ himself did make  
They most blasphemously in scorn do take.  
When Barrow stood at Tyburn in a Cart,  
Under the Gallows, praying in his heart,  
The lookers on to him did humbly say,  
In the Lord's ●rayer, Sir, let's hear you pray:  
He shalt his head; and did refuse to do it,  
And so was hanged: Their pride may bring them to it.   

But yet there do some other things remain  
Which (they account) do so Religion stain, 
Brownist● against wholesome Ceremonies   
As those to use they highly do disdain.  
And would all others should with them refrain  
To touch such trash, or near them once to come,  
As being relics of the Church of Rome.  
In outward things who do Religion place,  
To true Religion do a foul disgrace.  
But what things are they that their Conscience scare?  
O, Monstrous things! Such as most fearful are,  
I'll show you them: and so you'll clearly see.  
What terrible, and fearful things they be.  
Our harmless Ceremonies do them fright;  
Our Gesture, Habit; each of them a spirit,  
And scars them. Now by this you may descry  
The strangeness of their fearful foolery.  
Should things indifferent Divisions make? 
They ought not to separate from the Church for things indifferent.   
When Truth commandeth that for Christ his sake,  
To every Ordinance of man, not bent  
Against the Faith, we be obedient.  
The Conscience should be ruled by Rule of faith:  
And what I say I'm sure the Scripture saith.  
But factious Fools to give themselves content  
Have worse than Roman soldiers basely rent  
The unscamed Coat of Christ in pieces: and  
To justify their work, in Arms they stand.  
So that our Brown with Brownists now consents  
Even to dispute with cutting Arguments.  
Browne, no less fearful seems thy coxcomb head,  
Then Lion Rampant in Cake Ginger bread.   

But stay (my Muse) thy mark thou tak'st amiss,  
For Browne will say that he no Brownist is:  
No? Is he not? He is as bad, or worse,  
As now appears by his Rebellious course.  
Though Brownists from our Church do separate,  
They cannot thereof overthrow the state  
So dangerously as those amongst us staying, 
The second sort of Brownists. Burton. Bastwick. Prynne. Great undertakers.   
Who still appear our church's Peace betraying.  
Here the Triumviri which first begin  
To lead the way unto Rebellions sin  
Are Burton, Bastwick, and their brother Prynne  
The stinking Sink of honoured Lincolns-inn.  
These three the Church and commonwealth would sway,  
All men of greatest Understanding. They  
Would seem to see all dangers imminent,  
And seeming ones with mischief to prevent;  
These lay their Plot upon which ground now stands  
The Armies of Rebellions armed hands.  
I know them all, 
Rebellion upon mere jealousies.  and for them have been sad  
To see that they no more discretion had.  
In every thing that counsel is not just  
Which thus prescribeth, To be sure, mistrust.  
Moved by mere jealousies (the more's their guilt)  
They throw down outworks where no Fort is built.  
For what they saw they should not so have spoken, 
The Princ's Care to keep out Popery.   
The lion sleeps when yet his eyes are open.  
There was a care Rome's Popery to withstand,  
Even in those things which then were tool in hand●  
Yet they cry out, sail not too near Rome's Gates  
Lest Popery prevail: thus talked these Mates.  
Those that would in the way of Truth prevail,  
Must sailing unto heaven by hell's Gates sa●●e.  
And yet their course in all things wisely steer,  
As Rocks, and Shelves, and Sands they never fear.  
The church's Ship in this world's Sea thus sailing,  
'Gainst Rocks, & Shelves, and Sands shall be prevailing.  
And those that thus in sailing wisely strive,  
At last in Heavens fair Haven shall arrive  
But they so ill a course (like wise-ones) took,  
As on a Dangerous Rock the Ship is struck:  
And must into a general shipwreck fall,  
If this Rebellious war continue shall.  
In which thou (Brown) a great Commander art,  
And Brownist art in taking of their part.   

But all this while I cannot but admire  
What things they are these Rebels do require: 
The upholding of true Religion pretended by the Rebels; but truly performed by King Charles.   
Is it the true Religion to uphold?  
This to defend, our King is wondrous bold.  
His royal person into th'Field to bring,  
And to his Subjects say, Behold your King  
Complete in Arms Religion to defend,  
And for the same his dearest blood to spend.  
And in this Cause Prince Charles with valiant spirit  
Doth nobly seek true honour's fame to merit:  
And in th'atchievement of this glorious work,  
We may behold the Princely Duke of York.  
This sight but seen should make Rebellion cease,  
And move all Subjects to embrace a Peace  
So often offered by his royal Grace:  
Why should not this in every Heart take place?  
If in this war the royal blood be spilled,  
Can England ever wash away the guilt? 
The rebel's intent to root out Papists.   
What is your aim? All Papists out to root?  
Is this the mark whereat your minds do shoot?  
This but suspected, Papists on their Guard  
Would stand: and so your Market might be marred.  
They do not want the best Intelligence:  
There's not a Kingdom, but they hear from thence.  
And whatsoever against them is debated,  
Is by some speedy means to them related.  
And sure it is, that they did understand  
Three Kingdoms schismatics joined hand in hand  
A strong Rebellion by degrees to raise, 
The schismatics of all three Kingdoms join to make up this Rebellion.   
Whose first beginning should be Scotland's praise.  
And in that work, although most closely arted,  
The Papists knew they chiefly should have smarted:  
Have been destroyed every mother's Child;  
At best should be perpetually exiled.  
This mine perceived, a Counter mine was wrought,  
Which to effect in Ireland first was brought. 
Scotland must begin it.   
Not Papists there, they schismatics did call;  
As here not schismatics were Papists all.  
First Ireland's mine did spring; and up were blown  
The Protestants of English Nation. 
Rebellion in Ireland.   
Thus did this bloody war take its beginning,  
From Web of woe our schismatics were spinning  
For Papists. 
The Moneys gathered for suppressing the Rebels in Ireland converted to maintain Rebellion in England.  Now when Ireland thus br●ke forth,  
Resolved to go on by Vow, and Oath,  
Our Parliament was trusted to address  
Some present means Rebellion to suppress.  
And Moneys raised were to this intent,  
That presently an Army should be sent  
To Ireland: but then suddenly did break  
Rebellion forth here 'mongst ourselves to speak  
The Truth) contrived long before:  
Rebellion here increasing more, and more,  
By Moneys here for Ireland's cause collected,  
An homebred sad Rebellion was protected.  
Which spareth no man's livelihood, nor life,  
But strikes at all: and still doth grow more ri●e.  
Wherein our good King Charles hath saddest share.  
His sorrows being deep beyond compare,  
His royal Heart from grief to grief proceeding,  
To see that all his Kingdoms lie a-bleeding.  
Herewith when as my mourning Muse had met,  
Teers from my eyes my blotted Papers wet.  
The more, because Our King still offered Peace:  
Yet Rebels would not from Rebellion cease.  
What hearts have they? whence do they draw their might?  
'Gainst King so good can any subject fight?   

But next unto pretenced Religions cause,  
They say they fight for to maintain the Laws  
Of England's Kingdom, 
The Rebels pretend maintaining the Laws a cause of taking up Arms.  and the Subjects Right:  
For these they bring their Armies forth to fight.  
O shameless boldness, that dares this aver!  
When all the Kingdoms Laws by this their war  
They overthrow, so much as in them lies:  
T'uphold the Kingdoms Laws, His majesty's  
Great Care is known: he nothing more desires;  
The Magna Charta's that which he requires  
Should stand in force, of England's Laws the ground.  
And in that Magna Charta there is found  
A solemn Curse which doth most sharply speak  
'Gainst those who shall our Laws foundation break,  
Though not pronounced at our Great Courts down setting,  
Yet still it speaks, a Curse on those begetting  
Who shall our Kingdoms National Laws destroy:  
And children's Children may that Curse enjoy.  
But this Rebellion Subjects Right doth seek  
As it the former doth: 
The Subjects Right destroyed by this Rebellion.  for both alike  
Are overthrown by it. The Laws maintain  
The Subjects Right: by Law the Subjects gain  
Their just propriety in every thing:  
This to uphold our just and righteousse King  
Commands his Judges: wherein if they fail,  
The Law doth then against themselves prevail.  
Fain would the King at White-Hall Palace be,  
That thence he might his Reverend Judges see  
In Order each unto their Courts to pass:  
O what a singular blessed sight it was.  
For Christ himself doth say, King's reign by me,  
I Judges make my Justice to decree.  
The King and Judges out of this way kept,  
The Kingdom is of her just Laws bereft,  
Who are they then that Subjects Right debar?  
The King, or those that 'gainst the King make war  
Admit some wrongs 'gainst Law the Subjects grieved,  
Were they not by our Gracious King relieved  
In those last Statutes which he pleased to make.  
But now for making Laws new ways we take.  
The Subject dares against his sovereigns will  
Make Laws, what Age can precedent such ill?  
That lawless man the Antichrist of Rome  
Within the bounds of Law will never come:  
Divine, and human Laws, he breaks them all:  
And Ruleth by a power tyrannical:  
He standing on high terms doth proudly say  
That he will never any King obey.  
His will is that which for a Law shall stand.  
The greatest King must yield to his Command.  
That Court whose pride unto such height is triced  
Is sure therein a very Antichrist:  
And every one of Antichrist a limb  
Who hoisteth Sailes, and doth his Tacklings trim  
(Like men of war) such Actions to defend  
As do against his King and country bend.  
Your Preachers, your seditious Preachers are  
The Whelps that cry up this Rebellious war:  
" And say, if the King's party overcome,  
" Woe to us all, 
Seditious Ministers, the sum of their Sermons.  the Kingdom is undone.  
" And Popery than the upperhand shall have:  
" This, this, (Dear Br●thren) all the Papists crave.  
" Withstand them then: prevent our misery  
" Which will be wrought by papal Tyranny.  
" Our Laws will all be then quite overturned:  
" And Christ's dear Flock with fire, and faggot burned.  
" Let all good Christians then (as Scripture saith)  
" With might and main strive to defend the Faith:  
" Religions Cause is that we have in hand:  
" This to defend 'gainst King and Ke●sar, stand.  
" Gods word doth warrant that in Cases such  
" We cannot show our love and zeal too much.  
Such lies they do with monstrous zeal express,  
And nonsense words, and that in great exc●sse:  
They box their Desks, and Pulpits bottom stamp,  
Are drawn awry as with Convulsions Cramp.  
If loud and fast their lying Tales they tell,  
Th●y 〈◊〉 Chu●ch men, Pr●●●h most monstrous well.  
These are the zealous men, for so they're called,  
That have 〈◊〉 so dangerou●●y ●enthrali'd;  
These and th●● followers full of zeal Igrant:  
But all true ●nowledge and discretion want.  
And hence it is they in their zeal desire  
To set, and see the Kingdom all on fire.  
Yet some thing else Rebellion goes about, 
This Rebellion would root out the honourable that the common people might rule.   
Which is to root our kingdom's Honour out:  
The many headed Beast sole Rule would have;  
Our Honour then lies buried in that Grave.  
A Noble people once the English were;  
And did aloft their Honour Nobly bear:  
And shall we now dishonourably choose  
New shame to get, and ancient Honour lose?  
From best to worst, from Monarchy to fall  
To Oligarchy, bafest Rule of all?  
Brave Noble minds in England Nobly bred  
O'er us to Rule: Let not that Hydra's head  
King Charles advance, to's Honours him restore;  
And state this Kingdom as it was before,  
With this let all most wisely be content;  
And strive no more for change of Government.  
Their seeking so the thing for which they sought  
Hath a most miserable ruin brought  
Upon this Land; The Kingdom rent and torn,  
Is like a City ruined, and forlorn.  
Those things which did her Glory best adorn  
Rebellion spoils, and makes of them a scorn.   

Those two most famous universities  
Fair England's Beauty, and her starbright eyes,  
From whence there did such glorious Lights arise,   

As that the splendour of their glorious shine,  
Did spread itself through every Zone, and Clime  
In all the world, Is't not a wondrous sight  
To see, as now, that sunlike shining light  
To be eclipsed whose once most heavenly rays  
Was honoured with such deserved praise?  
Those goodly Halls, and Stately colleges  
The Seed-plots of the liberal Sciences,  
The fountain-heads of every pleasant spring  
About whose Banks did all the Muses sing,  
Where scholars lived, and some so wondrous rare,  
As might for learning with the world compare;  
From whence was wont into the Church to flow  
Those blessed means which made her glory grow,  
And bring forth fruit of greatest dignity,  
A Reverend, Grave, and Learned Ministry.  
Who being Orthodox with Spirit bold,  
The Truth 'gainst Rome's false Doctrines did uphold.  
But now our Church whoso but looks upon her,  
Shall see her robbed of all her pristine Honour:  
And scholars are enforced to lay aside  
Their learned Books, and for themselves provide  
As soldiers furnished in complete Arms,  
To shield themselves from present threatened harms,  
And save their lives, and all their Colledge-Lands,  
Out of the reach of Rebels spoiling hands.  
No Heathens yet would once dare to deface  
Their Idol-Gods, nor to the ground to raze  
Their Pagan Temples: But we now far worse  
Than they, have robbed our God▪ and brought a curse   

Upon us all, which may cradicate  
Our kingdom's Glory, and so leave her state  
As wholly ruined, waste, and desolate.   

And this to do rebel on doth not stay,  
But runneth on, even in the ready way.  
For next the Church what did our Kingdom grace  
They seek to spoil, and utterly deface,  
The inns of Chan●●ry, and inns of Court  
Where England's Gentry used to resort  
And study there, that they might wisely learn  
All points of Law with Judgement to discern;  
Those Houses where the Ancients ruled so  
As all did in a comely order go;  
And able were a King to entertain  
With Honours due unto his royal train:  
These all our Honour greatly did augment  
They did in them a kind of state present,  
Which did the glory of our Land advance,  
Now spoiled by Obnoxious Ignorance;  
Laws Divine, human, civil, Common, all  
Are trodden down by force tyrannical  
'tis then high time, we should our sins repent  
For they are cause of all our punishment   

But now because a present bloody broil  
The Peace of England doth destroy and spoil,  
What may be done a Peace for to restore  
To King and Kingdom? 
What is to be done to restore Peace.  nothing wished for more,  
Why, This to do I nothing will invent  
But what I learn by actual precedent.  
Rome's self it seems doth now desire a Peace;  
And that all wars in Christian world may cease  
Since Gregory the first, surnamed the Great;  
Vrban the 8th who sat in Rome's high seat  
Of all their Bishops was the very best, 
Pope Urban the 8.   
His like was never found among the rest.  
And this I think of him, that su●e he would  
Have been a Protestant, if that he could.  
He doubtless loved a Protestant in's heart,  
And would not 'gainst them take the Papists part.  
In German wars he nothing would decree  
On either part; but wished they might agree.  
For whilst they strived each other to confound,  
No Peace could grow out of so bad a ground.  
Experience taught Rome's Church this Truth to know;  
When as their Priests did seeds of Treason sow,  
And thereby spoiled the Protestant Estate,  
And did Reformed Churches ruinate.  
The Plots whereby they kept so great a coil  
Themselves thereby at last did chiefly spoil.  
A peaceful way Rome's Bishop then intended, 
Protestants and Papists to live lovingly together. The French Cardinal.   
Which was of all the best to be commended.  
In outward form the Papists well may stand  
With Protestants, affording friendship's hand  
Each unto other. That French Cardinal  
Who sought a Peace most wisely to install  
In that French Kingdoms royal Government,  
About that work he with such wisdom went  
As that by him the Protestants protected,  
Their faith's Allegiance never was suspected:  
For they themselves did as good Subjects bear  
Unto their King: He had no cause to fear  
Them any whit at all; For, as was meet,  
They ready were down at their sovereign's Feet  
To lay their lives their country's Peace to gain;  
For this they would themselves to th'utmost strain.  
There now when Protestants and Papists meet,  
They do most lovingly each other greet.  
If such a course 'mongst us were wisely taken,  
The Sword of war should be no longer shaken  
Against our Peace. Our King should Papists find  
As Protestants in France to bear like mind.  
Then Protestants and Papists surely would  
Our King, and kingdom's Peace alike uphold.  
And those that did attempt this way to try,  
They did not deal therein unfaithfully,  
Shall I for this a Papist judged be?  
And one that would uphold Rome's Popery? 
Rome's Church was as ours now is.   
'Twixt Roman Church and Poperies rule therein  
I know not but a difference may be seen.  
Rome's Church had once no universal Power,  
But was in Faith and Truth a Church like our,  
Rome's being of a Church not quite distrust,  
Rome still a true Church is, though much corrupt.  
From Rome as she's a Church we do not sever.  
But where she is corrupt, in that we leave her.  
The Scripture hath to us this truth revealed,  
We Babylon would heal, she'd not be healed.  
Come out of her Corruptions then with haste,  
Lest staying in them we her judgements taste,  
Rome's Church that was we must thereof allow;  
We only shun those vile corruptions now.  
Which are in Rome, and do that Church deface:  
We dare not for our Souls such stuff embrace.  
With Papists yet in outward things we may  
Hold such a Peace as doth not Truth gainsay.  
This Truth Saint Paul doth by his Doctrine reach,  
And so indeed doth his example preach,  
To Jews a Jew, to Greeks a Grecian Paul  
Would show himself, becoming all to all,  
That he might by his sacred Ministry  
Gain some to Christ. And why then may not I,  
In imitation of so holy a Saint,  
Myself with those of Roman stamp acquaint?  
When Paul himself doth thus the Church advise,  
Have Peace with all as much as in you lies.  
This may be done Faith kept uprightly sound,  
For we our Faith upon God's word do ground.  
The sacred certain grounds of our Salvation  
Our Church will hold without an alteration;  
Those Fundamentals are, and must be kept:  
Rome's newer Creed by us to Rome is left.  
But to disturb the Peace of God and King,  
For what is but a circumstantial thing,  
A Ceremony, we, in sober sadness,  
Do utterly abhor such factious madness.  
Who for such things themselves in Faction suit,  
A Bridewell School may best with them dispute.  
And still the better honest minds to stay,  
And drive from them all jealous fears away,  
Let no man fear in Christian world to see  
The papal Monarchy advanced to be.  
Free Kings and Princes now so wise are grown,  
As under Christ they know to hold their own;  
And not admit Rome's papal Jurisdiction  
Which to the world hath wrought such great affliction.  
Shall it again a work of praise be counted,  
To mount up him by whom themselves dismounted  
Have been so shamefully? King's will nor be  
The stirrop-holders' to Rome's Papacy:  
The Pope, His ass, the Emperor shall be  
No more brought on the stage to make up three:  
Rome's Triple-Crowned Prince shall at no rate  
With what is theirs, nor they with his estate  
Once meddle; He his oar shall never thrust  
Into another's boat, for that's unjust,  
And so will prove when Judgement once comes thither,  
When He, and Rome in flames shall burn together.  
Christ's Church to have an universal Head  
Besides himself, must not be seen, nor said.  
Pope Gregory the Great shot not beside  
The mark, who called it Antichristian pride.  
Dear Protestants then let your hopes not quail,  
For of great power is truth, and will prevail.  
All Protestants in truth who tightly are  
Let them the Peace of God, and King prefer.  
God's Spirit which into all Truth doth lead,  
In Scripture for the church's Peace doth plead:  
And doth beseech to mark with diligence  
The causers of all Schism, and difference;  
And to avoid them. For indeed such are  
The causers, raisers of Rebellious war.  
I would to God each Brownist, Separatist,  
Each Anabaptist, and each Familist  
The brats of strife, and workers of Division,  
Whose Tenets Sound Divines have in Derision,  
Were either banished out of England's ground,  
Or here to punish them some course were found.  
Laws ready made, if executed well,  
Have Force enough their Factions to refel.  
These have a new Division made, most strange,  
Which hath in Subjects wrought a dangerous change.  
The Person of the King they set a side;  
And to the Laws His royal Power divide.  
A strange Division whereby Subjects may  
Rebel against their King, yet Laws obey.  
When as the Laws do in the King subsist;  
His royal Person gives to them their list  
If Laws be none of his, whose are they then?  
The Laws of Subjects given to other men  
Who, as themselves, are Subjects, and no more.  
This is a strain of wit not known before.  
A Constable with power is heard to say,  
I charge you in the King's name to obey:  
His Laws then in his Person do subsist:  
And those who them, His Person do resist,  
His Crown, and Dignity, and every thing  
Which doth adorn the Person of a King.  
These are the Sophisters whose sly dispute  
Enwrapped the Kingdom in a Mourning Su●e.  
Had five of them at first been put away:  
It had been happy for us at this day.   

Westminster builded was a Monument  
Of regal State, and power Magnificent.  
Westminster now a Monument hath built,  
Which stains her Glory with Rebellions guilt.  
That Cloud dispersed, a sun will shine upon her;  
And her restore unto her Ancient Honour.  
The Kings, and country's Peace from her shall flow,  
And make them both in glory up to grow.  
That man, or woman is too much to blame,  
Whose heart and mind doth not desire the same.  
If Protestants would all in one agree  
That true Religion might upholden be,  
And as d●er Children of our holy Mother  
The Church of Christ in England love each other,  
And keep the truth of Faith with full consent,  
Submitting to our church's Government,  
We then might Peace enjoy; and every one  
Be both true Christian, and good Subject known.  
And let not Fools though they Divisions see,  
Think that 'mongst us no Church of Christ can be;  
The Spouse, though black, yet like the tents of Keder  
She comely is; and on the mounts of Bether 
* That is to say, Divisions.   
Her glorious Husband Jesus Christ is found  
As Roe, or Hart about that Hilly ground  
In Christ his Church offences will fall out,  
But woe to those by whom they're brought about: know  
Christ knows his own; they him their Shep heard  
This Church of Christ no power can overthrow.  
In England Christ hath his beloved choice;  
And those are they who harken to his voice,  
And follow him unto their last of breath,  
And he'll pr●serve them both in life and death.  
His Church as Tirzah doth appear in sight  
Most beautiful, her glory shining bright:  
And as an Army terrible is she  
With Banners spread: Her foes will fear to see  
The Majesty of Her well ordered form,  
Which threatneth them with a most fearful storm.  
The Captain of Jehovah's Host doth lead  
The battle on: He for his Church will plead:  
And those who will not his commands obey,  
He all of them will in his presence slay.  
This Church is Solomon's delightful Bed,  
For whose defence His warriors expert bred  
About it stands, and will defend it well,  
As valiants for his chosen Israel.  
In Arms they watch their Armour shining bright,  
Because of fears which may be in the night,  
There Legions of Angels pitch their Tents;  
Right glorious is the strength of that defence  
Which keeps the Church: In it Divisions bred  
Shall ne'er divide the Body from her Head.  
There is a time in which her wars shall cease;  
The unity of Spirit in bond of Peace  
Shall then be kept, when Subjects, and their King  
Unto their God shall thankful Praises sing.  
And wouldst thou (Brown) be of that Heavenly choir?  
A better spirit must thy soul inspire,  
Then that thou now dost breathe with: For above  
(Know) that there is no room for such as love,  
And live in ways of Blood, and Rebels are  
To God, and his anointed: Such are far  
Out of the way to Heaven. I must thee tell  
It is thy Case; thy ways lead swift to Hell:  
Thy soul is sick unto the death: O take  
Some course that may thy Soul right healthy make.  
I once will be thy Doctor, and will give  
Thee a Receipt, which used will make thee live  
Ith'state of Grace a Christian sound, and right  
To godward and thy King: That when the night  
Of death shall come, thou shalt thy Saviour see  
Unto thy endless joys embracing thee.   

And here because the Trade thou best dost know  
Is that of woodmonger, I will thee show  
To make a Faggot which shall do the deed,  
And work a perfect cure in thee with speed:  
A Faggot of full length, and equal size,  
It shall be, and beyond all worldly prize.  
" Take thou Repentance, Faith, Hope, Love: with these  
" Take Peace; these to the purpose will thee please,  
Faith joins with Truth; Hope will not them forsake;  
Loves joins the sticks, and Peace the bond doth make  
Which binds the Faggot strongly up together.  
Such Faggots make for London: send them thither;  
Lud's people move of thee to buy their wood,  
Woodmongers Wharf hath none that's hall so good.  
Full sure I am, were it their hearts desire  
Of Faggots of this kind to make their Fire,  
It would their cold and frozen joints refresh,  
And make them new, and hearty joys express;  
Their Gates they'd open, and their Bells would ring,  
And bonfires make to entertain their King:  
And curse the day that they seduced were  
Against their King and country to appear  
In Arms: They then would learn to hate  
That Factious crew which hath abused the state;  
Yea, they would deeply then abhor themselves,  
Because they have been such ungracious Elves  
To forward this Rebellion; Such a Crime,  
Each circumstance considered, no time  
Before did yield the like. Then out of hand  
Knock off, and do not like a rebel stand  
Against a King thou know'st right gracious is,  
A King so prompt to pardon thine amiss,  
He for his people's good so dearly loves  
The thing called Peace, that every stone he moves  
To gain it. Then unto thy King comes in,  
And let Rebellion be no more thy sin.  
Peace is a Lady beautiful and sweet;  
Who woos her, wins her, and doth blessings meet  
Which Crown the Christian heart: for she doth bring  
That which will make us here, and eversing.  
And therefo●● let all Christians undertake  
To follow Peace, for Jesus Christ his sake.    

The seventh Song.  

Say, not to whom, for that's already said,  
By him to say who will not be afraid.   

LOrd Say how well thy own bru'de Ale doth taste;  
And thou shalt find it sharp and sour at last,  
When thou thy general and thy colonel Fines,  
Do reap the guerdon of black Treasons lines.  
Say, Say no more nor of Religion boast  
A rebel schismatic thou'rt at the most,  
For true Religion never yet durst take  
Up Arms 'gainst God's anointed, and to make  
Rebellion seem to be a lawful thing,  
For Subjects to rebel against their King,  
Was this the roundness of your roundheads plot,  
Roundly 'mong rebels to cast in their lot▪  
The Brooks whose streams your blotted hopes did nourish.  
One Muskets shot spoiled all that painted flourish;  
And showed the fall of those whose foul intents,  
Are masked up in gospel Ornaments,  
As Satan shining in an angel's light,  
Such is the glory of an Hypocrite;  
And such is thine, thy base hypocrisy,  
Will close thy name in endless infamy,  
Woe, woe be to thee thou hast brought a shame,  
On thy Religion and Professions name.  
Then what thou dost there's no more shameful thing,  
Then let it shame and shames confusion bring;  
As recompense upon the heads of those  
Rebels, who are our Kings and country's foes.  
To what is said, who more can any say,  
How to prevent the coming of that day.  
When all the says shall say and saying think,  
The sourest dregs of their own Ale to drink.  
It true repentance could possess the mind,  
Than God's anointed they should su●rly find  
As God himself, most ready to forgive  
Say so, so do, and in so doing live,  
Or else run on in treason's villainy  
And die a death, that dies eternally.   
FINIS.