THE Wheel of Time turning Round TO THE GOOD OLD WAY; OR, The Good Old Cause Vindicated.  
Friends,  

'tIs you who did Defend the Good Old Cause,  
And Guarded England's Fundamental Laws,  
That for a time under a Cloud do lie  
To make you know the price of Liberty;  
Oh droop not then! there is no reason why  
You should not suffer Bonds as well as I,  
Who have engaged for a Parliament,  
And many drop of preci'us blood have spent?  
Yet doubt I not (though now in Bonds I be)  
But I a day of Liberty shall see.  
And though our Sun-shine's darkened by a Cloud,  
Yet time will move away that Veil or Shroud  
That doth Eclipse our Light, then shall appear  
The Morningstar, our Daylight shall be clear,  
And those that now in grief and sorrow be  
By Magna Charta, shall be soon set free;  
The glory of the Beast away shall fly  
That beat down Law by Will and Tyranny;  
Good Judges than shall Truth and Right maintain  
When as the Beast and all her Imps are slain;  
Though now they Rule, and over us bear Sway,  
And worship God The clean contrary Way,  
With Places built of Stone, whose Consecration  
They style, The ready Way unto Salvation,  
And Copes like Aaron's, but no Bells to jingle  
Placed on the skirts, the Surplis, or Sursingle;  
Besides the bawling Singers that do cry,  
And roar out Prayers in this Solemnity.  
With Boys like Puppets, who with Voices shrill,  
Bawl loud, the ears of th' ignorant to fill,  
With Common-Prayers like an old Wife's Fable,  
An Altar made of a Communion Table;  
Wax-Candles, Lawn-sleeves, Holywater, Rocket;  
And Wafers sweet, to put into the Pocket;  
With other Fancies which they do allow  
As Images, for every soul to bow  
And fall down to, nay worship as their own  
Creator, though a God to them unknown,  
With Organ-pipes their mirth they do advance  
Above their God, and lead in ignorance,  
The People, who do for their music pay,  
Whilst Master Black-coat carries all away,  
And Crams his paunch, till that he looks as big  
As Bacon-Hog, with eating Tyths of Pig.  
But yet in time their Organ-pipes, and all  
Their Impliments shall in a Chaos fall.  
The time's but short, for he that lives to see  
This Babel fall, shall find in Sixty Three  
A Curtain drawn, by which he soon shall know,  
It's near the ending of this Poppet-show.  
Dagon shall down, each Consecrated place  
Of Worship shall both break his head and face,  
Nay on the Thresholds of the door shall lie  
The pieces which do from this Image fly.  
Rome shall destroyed be, and the Scarlet Whore  
Shall never drink the blood of Martyrs more.  
Poor Christians then shall not pay Contribution  
To Prelates for the Bonds of Persecution;  
No new-vampt Justice shall the Truth Control,  
And with a Billet knock down every soul  
That will not bow to Baal, and bend the knee  
And swear to stand for the old Liturgy  
'Gainst Conscience, no dam 'em than shall be  
Respected, but the godly person free;  
Nor shall the honest person be undone  
By Cruel Laws of Mer. Abbington,  
A Gentleman, who doth fanatics style 'em  
That fear the Lord, and would like Faggots pile 'em;  
This Plot was first contrived by a Monk  
Or dancing Ape, whose Sack hath made him drunk,  
With Robinson, a mayor once of this Town,  
Who reeled along the streets; 'twas with a Brown  
And fiery Sot, who still the mischief broaches,  
Though then so drunk they could not find their Coaches.  
Though now in grief and sorrow we do lie,  
Embroidered Cloaks shall be as poor as I;  
And every man shall then discern his friend,  
And live in love and peace, and so I end.   Written by a Lover of the Good Old Cause, who expects a time of Redemption from his present Captivity.