A word of council to the Disaffected.  

Will ye not fear? hath not th' Almighty shown  
His works of wonder? will ye not them own?  
Think who hath still withstood ye when ye hatched  
Infernal Plots? what eye, his overwatc'ht?  
Think how by sea and land your forces joined,  
Who still made frustrate what ye had designed?  
Think when ye thought come was the critic hour  
That none could help, how God still showed his power.  
Think thus, and let your stubborn wills submit  
To him that changed the world, still orders it:  
But if thou see not, thou'rt a Bird of night,  
Whose eyes are dazzled with the dawning light.    

To the same, upon the Scots recantation.  

Will ye not turn your angry stomach, since  
The Scotish Conscience doth itself convince?  
Will ye not hear the Brethren that defy  
Their feigned Compact, give themselves the lie?  
Have you a Scottish Faith? do like them then;  
Far wandered from your friends, return again.    

To the same about Engaging.  

ARe you so tied to'th Covenant that ye dare  
Not promise 'gainst what formerly ye swore?  
Is not that Covenant that ye should resist  
All Hostile bands that 'gainst Religion list?  
The Kirk confesseth that her powers are such,  
That she's deceived; do but ye as much;  
But ye are tied to Fathers, and their Heirs.  
What say ye then if God new powers prepares,  
To present Rule his Word commands, ye bow;  
Shall God's Command be crossed by your Vow?  
His Word obliging bonds from Conscience takes;  
His word forbidding, oaths unlawful makes.  
You'll say to such as have a legal call:  
But God himself doth bid submit to all.  
You'll say to good and just, not bad ye dare:  
But God bids yield unto the powers that are;  
And in so doing, promises to bless  
Men with a quiet life in Godliness;  
For they that Titles do so far extend.  
Will kindle fires that burn unto the end:  
Who swears to future powers, doth strife increase;  
Who swears to present, is a friend of peace.  
Thus heavenly wisdom doth direct to be  
Submiss' neath present; from past powers free,  
Marking the streams in which his actings run,  
Praying, thy will, O Lord, on earth be done.    

London, Printed for Francis Titan. 1651.