VERSES IN HONOUR OF THE Reverend and Learned judge of the Law, JUDGE JENKIN; The sole Author of his Sovereign's Rights, England's Laws, and the people's Liberty.  
Written by a Loyal Subject of his Majesties.  
Printed in the Year, 1648.   

Upon judge jenkin, and his Plea before the Speakers of the two Houses of Parliament, Lord of Manchester, William Lenthall Esquire, at the Chancery Bar, Feb. 14. 1647.  
HAve you e'er seen a sullen Rock, disdain  
The high-swollen Billows of th'enraged Main?  
And in pure Indignation, defy  
Neptune, and all his curled Artillery?  
Just so stood JENKIN! like a well-fixed Rock  
Built on a Base, (that never feared the shock  
Of Rage, or Tempest) Justice, and the Law;  
Which by a Lovely, yet Majestic Awe,  
Bounded, and blessed Us; till these savage Boars  
Broke it upon Her, and cast out of Doors,  
Law, and Religion, Mercy, Discipline,  
Sense, and Civility, and what e'er's Divine  
Or decent, and in lieu of them, did bring  
Geneva's Sluttery, and (that cursed Thing)  
The Hell bred Covenant, 'mongst us, to ensnare.  
And cheat poor Israel with Gibeons Ware:  
Can any but this Parliament and Hell,  
Ere teach the very Law for to Rebel?  
And implead Loyalty, call it Criminous,  
Nay Treason, (worst of crimes) yet even thus  
Great Strafford, Reverend Laud, and Burley fell;  
Whose Martyrdoms when after-ages tell  
Posterity will stand aghast, and swear  
That Rebel Typhon's, and not Men dwelled here:  
Unpolitick Miscreants! to un-hinge a State,  
And leave its Emendation unto Fate,  
Or Fortune! Prudence being banish quite,  
Which the Learned Bude calls, Reason's Favourite;  
Did not that 
* Lord Brook in his speech against Bishops, Anno 1642. or 43.  Sophy Senator once cry  
(We came not here to build) let us Destroy!  
Thus down fell D gon-Bishops! who had stood  
Full fourteen hundred years before his blood  
Did speak him Gentleman; admit that he  
Were of no postern, but true Pedigree:  
But strait as those 
* The Bishops.  Bright Stars were all unsphered,  
The Dunghill Exhalations appeared,  
The House of Commons, and began to strive  
For Parity at least, and boldly give  
The Lords checkmate; (how wise, how just is God,  
To pay degenerous Peers, with their own Rod!)  
Yet boast not (Feet of Clay!) against the Head  
Of Gold; Your Kingdom too is numbered;  
For all your Bramble-Grandeur, Greg does vow  
To be supreme, when you do hang below:  
And when your Rebell-soules do fry in Hell,  
(Infecting with your Names our Chronicle)  
Than JENKIN shall be Canonised in Story,  
His KING'S Defender, and his Kingdom's Glory!   

Another Copy of Verses on the Reverend judge Jenkins.  
BRave Limb of Law, great England's Statute prop,  
Whom Tyrants neither can make stoop or stop:  
Against their Ordinance, thou thy Cannon bring'st,  
They un-king Charles, and Him again Thou King'st.  
For Laws and Statutes Humane and Divine  
Thy knowledge makes thy true allegiance shine:  
And 'tis more easy for thy foes to be  
Three Kingdom's ruin, then to conquer thee.  
Stout heart of Oak, whom no false private end  
Corrupts, but dares to break, but not to bend.  
Afflictions fire hath burnished bright thy fame,  
All Britain is embroidered with thy name:  
And Wales, thy Honour, no Eclipse can shade,  
Because thou didst produce so brave a Blade:  
Grave Reverend Jenkin, that with pen and word  
Support'st true Justice Balance, and her sword  
Will never hurt thee: If in justice dares  
Draw forth her hanger, thou art cleared of cares:  
If Foes judge thee to death, they do no more  
Than Nature, Nature doomed thy death before:  
The more thy sufferings are, the more thy praise,  
They may take minutes from thee, hours, and days,  
Weeks they may rob thee of, but there's no fear  
That they will steal thy Climacterical year.  
Thou art Law's Line, whose Level is dispatch,  
Thou art Law's Lark, whose unseeld eyes keep watch,  
Law's Lamp, whose light shows justice what is right  
Law's Loom, whose list cannot be swayed by might,  
Law is the Helm, that steers the ship of State,  
The cheerful Star which early shines and late;  
The staff whose stay supports the languishing;  
The Spring whose stream is ever flourishing:  
Strait line, bright lamp, sweet Lark, strong Loom choice List,  
Guide, shine, shield, guard, and live Truth's Martialist:  
Rare Helm, strait staff, pure stream, illustrious Star  
Steers, cheers, directs, supports, in Peace and War:  
Clear Light, pure Lamp, rich stream of truth and life,  
Justice's Throne, to cool the heat of strife,  
Whose spotless currant, runs a crystal course,  
By curbing Awe with Law, with censures force,  
By making every wronger render right,  
By being blind, and yet have clearest sight.  
This is just Law, and he a Lawyer is  
Who rightly knows, and practiseth all this:  
And such art thou grave, Judge, even thou art he,  
The Magazine of Law's Integrity,  
Long mayst thou live, since thy good life doth give  
Justice new breath, and make her ever live.  
'Tis not by Law that thou a Prisoner art,  
But for thy taking Law, and Justice part;  
Opressions weight, thy mind cannot deject  
Thou protect'st Law, and Law will thee protect:  
The courage of a Martyr, is his cause,  
Who suffers for his God, and Country's Laws.  
If thou fall for thy King and Kingdom's sake,  
The Cause will thee, a glorious Martyr make.  
Courage brave Patriot, to thy tacklin stand,  
Thou art supported by th' Almighty's hand;  
Thy fame and name shall live with the Eternal,  
When as thy foes shall fry in flames Infernal.  
T. I.   

In Honour of the Reverend Father of the Law, Judge Jenkin.  

1 A Sophy politic, that slights all charms 
The Argument.   
2 A Rock that bears a House against all storms,  
3 Moses and's Serpent's Rod,  
4 A nimble Cat,  
5 One of the lean Kine that devoured the fat.  
6 A British Lawyer, well beloved and known,  
7 Judge Jenkin, (wise, grave, just) is such a one.   

STate Lawyers, you that make the Laws your spells, 
1 A Sophy.   
And charm the Truth, (dissembling Machiavils)  
Well may you charm with Law-tearms (doubtful words)  
And feed with Chaff (in stead of corn) young Birds,  
Jenkins (too old for you) he spies your nets,  
He tells us where, and how, and who them sets.   

Send out your storms floods, gusts, tempestuous rain, 
2 Rock.   
You beat upon this house (his corpse) in vain:  
You storm at him, he cares not for't a louse,  
His God's his Rock, that props Him and his House.  
Beat not against this Rock; this if you spurn,  
To powder, yea to Atoms ye shall turn.   

Ye Egyptian Jugglers, show your Serpent sticks, 
3 Moses and his serpent.   
(Statutes misconstrued) show your shuffling tricks  
To blind your Pharaoh, (your grand Parliament)  
God (out of Cambria) hath a Moses sent,  
His Serpent Will devour yours, every crumb,  
he'll spoil your pleading, strike you all quite dumb.   

You toss and tumble him; 
4 A nimble Cat.  but what of that?  
He lights still on his feet, as doth a Cat:  
And in good time may scratch out all your eyes  
That on King Charles are false rebellious spies.   

 made him lean, 
5 One of the 7 loan King.  you Basan Bulls are fat,  
He is much better, you much worse for that:  
His Chyrograph (as on Belshazers' Wall)  
Will (on a sudden) make your courage fall.  
And in my Genius, I am much mistake,  
If each of you have not a hanging look:  
Rebellion and Witchcraft are alike,  
God hates them both, his vengeance both shall strike.  
Your fat is turned to lean, your reign is done,  
And you (each one) a bare State-skelleton:  
Your wealth shall waste away, and all your parts  
Shall be turned rotten, as are now your hearts.   

A British Lawyer, 
6 A British Lawyer, etc.  (in the Laws well grounded)  
By lawless madmen in a Jail impounded;  
Beloved, not having any good man's hate,  
A well known Champion'gainst th'usurping State.  
He was no Clotho to spin out a cause,  
And grind poor Clients with oppressions jaws.  
He was no Lachefis to reel out suits  
With fine putoffs, demurs, or vain disputes:  
But he was Atropos to cut the thread,  
To stifle strife, and strike contention dead.  
Long live (thou learned preserver of the Law)  
Traitors to curb, and Rebels keep in a we.   

And when Death brings this good man to his grave, 
7 A Judge, etc.   
You that love Truth, and Law, his Parchments save,  
That they may be such terror unto some,  
As once was Ziska's skin upon a Drum. G. W. Basileophilos.   

When force of Arms could not one jot prevail,  
To make resistance'gainst the Dragon's tail,  
That Giant monster called a multitude,  
Which with a raging fury did intrude  
Upon the ●●acefull quiet of the Land,  
Then (like Gamaliel) in the gap did stand  
judge Jenkins; he with Law and Eloquence,  
Hammered the fenceless people into sense  
Of all illegal ills which they have done  
Against the King in this rebellion.  
He tells the Army and the Parliament,  
What Bias ways they run in government?  
How Leg slative power and close Committee  
Must needs destroy the Country and this City.  
How Perjury, and Blood, and Sacrilege,  
Are Hell and Treason's cursed privilege.  
Let Cedunt Arma Togae be his praise,  
His head be crowned with Stars in stead of Bays.  
The conquest with the pen to him we grant  
In spite of Directory or Covenant.  
There's many Writers that can jeer and jybe,  
And wittily do gall Rebellions Kybe,  
Who every week do dare to write what's true,  
Call Martin Traitor, and Miles Corbet Jew:  
And now and then (a fancy by the way)  
They mention Pembroke, or the zealous Say,  
The man (Mandevill) mighty Manchester:  
And divers others in particular;  
These have done well in some things they have written,  
And England's foes (by them) have been Fleabitten:  
These are but squibs, and crackers (at the best)  
For though they writ plain truth, 'tis read in jest.  
But Noble Jenkins (without fear or flattery)  
With Common Law (thy Cannon) makest such battery,  
Whereby the Levellers shall levelled be,  
And thy reward blessed immortality.    

To the reverend and learned supporter of the Law, Judge DAVID JENKYNS.  
Anagramma. KAINS DID ENVY.  
A Crew of Kains, and Kains accursed seed,  
In covenant (with Death and Hell) agreed,  
That every Abel they would kill and slay,  
Who would not be of their rebellious way.  
Kains won the day, poor Abel's were not able  
T'oppose so damnable a R●ut and Rabble.  
Murder was Kains delightful recreation,  
Imprisonment, exile, and sequestration,  
Oppressions, taxes, plunderings, polls, extortions,  
Swords, halters, axes, were poor Abel's portions.  
The King himself is also used thus,  
Strong guarded by a whelp of Cerberus:  
These lawless miseries (the land o'erflowing)  
And law and justice held scarce worth the knowing.  
Then thou (grave Judge) with courage and with skill,  
Didst take in hand the right supporting quill,  
Of England's downtrod Statutes, and dejection,  
Which thou hast raised up to new resurrection:  
Thy pen cuts deeply, and more sharply strikes  
Then doth a hundred thousand swords and pikes.  
And for thy loyal writing true and free,  
The cursed Kains did Envy and hate thee.  
This Parliament hath Lawyers who are members,  
But they have raked their law up in the embers.  
They know it, but not show it, Sergeant wild,  
Saint John, and Selden, these are passed a child's,  
And sure Miles Corbet is not such a sot,  
But that he knows what's law, and what is not.  
But those men are not tortured by the Kains,  
Nor have they feeling of poor Abel's pains;  
And though they know all is unlawful done,  
They let all law, and right to ruin run  
Because injustice is their precious gem,  
And chiefest treasure that enricheth them.  
But Jenkins still dares call a spade a spade,  
To speak and write truth is his only trade:  
Fine smooth-tongued flattery, he will still abhor it,  
Though Kains did Envy him, he cares not for it.  
FINIS.