REBELLION'S DOWNFALL  Justitia Regis, Paxest populorum, Tutamen patriae, immunitas pl●bis, temperies aeris, serenitas Maris, Terrae saecunditas, solatium paupuram, Cura laguorum, Gaudium hominum hariditas Filiorum, et sibimet ipsi spes futura beatitudinis. Greg. Mor. 5. 

BEhold how Blood-hown- Vengeance hath at last  
Unlodged Security, and overcast  
Prospirous Rebellion, which so long hath blazed  
Like a prodigious Comet, and had raised  
Vice to so high a pitch, that, Virtue seemed  
As 'twere impossible to be redeemed  
From sad Captivety, till Heaven thought good  
To track Rebellion by the guiltless blood  
Of Martyred CHARLES which hath betrayed, though late,  
The worst of Traitors to the worst of Fate;  
Now they may see by this their sudden fall,  
That slow-paced Judgement is the worst of all:  
A prosperous Vice serves only to delude  
Like Fatious Fire, the gazing Multitude.   

How hath this Nation been a long time used  
To these false Lights, how sadly been abused  
And led by them out of the quiet way  
Of Peace, and Cheated by a yea, and nay:   

Rebellion (like a monstruous Hydra) spreads,  
Till Judgement, at one blow, cuts off her heads.   

Thanks be to Heaven, that hath in Merey brought  
Israel, from Egypt, who, a long time wrought  
Under the fatal Taskmasters, whose Law  
Made us make Bricks, yet took away our Straw;  
Moses and Aron (partners in this woe)  
Could not prevail to let the Children go.  
Pharaoh was still perfidious, Yet the God  
Of our blessed Jacob, with his Iron-rod,  
Scourged Pharaoh and his Host, and made them know  
That Israel must not stay, if heaven bids go;  
Yet this J'll say of Pharaoh and his Powers,  
Though ours were Saints, yet his were Saints to ours:  
Thanks be to heaven for this most happy day,  
Judgements Red-Sea hath washed them both away;  
Strange alteration! Pharaoh being drowned  
In his own Floods, our Israel is Crowned;  
Let not the Children grumble, or account  
Their labours lost, Moses is in the Mount,  
He will prevail to wash away this stain,  
If like Lotts' wife we look not back again;  
He will prevail with God in our behalse,  
If Aron does not make a golden Calf:  
Our Voes we see, if we observe, with care  
Like Absalon are hanged in their own hair;  
Rebellion leaves them underneath the Oak,  
Whilst Justice (like to Joab) gives the Stroke:  
But David mourns (thinking what they have been)  
Not for their punishment, but for their sin;  
When Vengeance comes in haste it will not stay,  
Like Pioners, it cuts our Judgements way;  
The Ark thus won, let David dance before it,  
And, like the Isralites, we will adore it:   

Thus as our David, with a faithful Sling  
Hath killed Goliath, let our David sing  
As David did, My God which dwells on high  
Hath done this good for Israel, not I:  
He hath redeemed us from our great distress,  
And led us from Rebellions Wilderness:  
Now may the Isralites declare and tell  
They were delivered by a Miracle;  
Merey preserved them from the fatal brink  
Of death ' nay and the R●●●●●d make them drink;  
heaven sent them Queen 〈…〉 〈◊〉 all the ground was spread  
With Manna, like a ta 〈…〉 ●or their bread;  
Is it not meet that those which lived so long  
With Israel's mercy; should sing Jsraels' Song?  
But yet there are some Isralites forgot,  
As they suppose, that drew the longest Lot  
In our late Miseries, who now repine,  
Being glad of Water, that expected Wine;  
Some that were never constant to their Vows  
They say, now snatch the Manna from their mouths;  
But Moses does not know how they are fed,  
Some having all, and others wanting bread:  
They say Desert goes wand'ring up and down  
Being loath t'intrench too much upon the Crown:  
Since heaven in Judgement hath rewarded Treason,  
True Loyalty will never our of season,  
Though at the present we are something lame  
(Being Fortune's Cripples) we are still the same,  
'tis not within the power of griping sorrow  
To make us good to day, and bad to morrow;  
We are no old State-Juglens, that can be,  
Honest for gain, or else nescessitie:  
But hold, I shall be chidd, but 'tis no matter,  
A Pen too full of Jnck, may some time scatter,  
And leave a blot or two; and so has mine,  
But J'll not write myself into a Line:  
Therefore, as God hath out of mercy sent  
Our Sovereign home again, let's rest content,  
And not with fruitless petulacies bring  
Upon our heads, the anger of our King,  
Lest God, whose goodness, takes delight to save,  
Should take in Judgement, what his mercy gave:  
Let us rejoice that our (once hopelels) eyes  
Do see the downfall of our Enemies.  
Now CHARLES the great, and good, hath purged the Land  
And Rules his Subjects with a prosperous hand;  
Let us be thankful, that in him are blest,  
Time, and conveniency, will work the rest.   

Qaesitor selerum veniet vindexque reorum,  
Qui Commissa suis rimabitur argumentis,  
In lucemique trahet, tacitaque licentia fraud,  
Hine etiam immitis tortor poeneque minister,  
Et quisque vero savit, culpamve perodit,  
Proditur, atque alio qui iurgia Pectore tollat.   By John Quarles. 
FINIS.   

London, Printed by Edward Crouch dwelling on Snow-hill. 1662.