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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A96767	Salt upon salt: made out of certain ingenious verses upon the late storm and the death of His Highness ensuing. By which contemplative object, occasion is taken, to offer to consideration the probable neer approaching of greater storms, and more sad consequences. / By Geo. Wither, Esquire.	Wither, George, 1588-1667.	1658 (1658)	Wing W3188; Thomason E1827_2; ESTC R204101	33,469	72

that they should to Pietie invite And make Mankinde in Virtues more delight From which prevaricating they have lost Their Honour and are quite despis'd almost They should not strive for words to please the ear In which no solid Matter doth appear But write so plainly that the meanest Wit Might from their Musings reap some benefit They should not weave their Webs of Stuffs that be So diff'ring that they never can agree Nor when our Sin for Sober-Mourning calls Play us a Jigg or sing us Madrigals Meer verbal Whimseys in a Serious Cause Which most part of the Readers more amaze Then edifie by that which never was Nor is nor shall hereafter come to pass Look like solemnizing an Ordinance In Pious Duties with a Morrice-Dance Or like their actings who against the Forces Of well-arm'd Foes bring Troops of Hobby-horses What in the Theam foregoing is there said Which honours him deceased if well weigh'd And hath not rather into question brought Things which to question few men would have thought There at his Death a Storm is fain'd to roar Which was o'er-blown almost a week before And had it not been so some would from thence Have drawn perhaps an evil Consequence More Fancies forming in the People's Brain Then two such Storms would have blown out again Allusions too are made as if surmiz'd That He henceforth should be Idolatriz'd As more then Man whom we this day perceive Laid lower then the meanest Men that Live To teach us that in Princes there 's no trust That all meer Human-Glories are but dust And that Death will their Vanity discover At whatsoe'er cost Double-Guilded over So did His last Breath shake this Isle of our As Pellets from a Pot-Gun shake a Tow'r For all her Shakings to my best perceiving Rise from our own Distempers who are Living So for his Funeral-Pile un-cut Trees fell So Romulus and He were Parallel So New-Rome in a Tempest mist her King Then from obeying fell to worshipping And so on Oeta Hercules lay dead As Chalk's like Cheese and Beer is like to Bread So from the Continent He Towns hath torn As he who teats a Hedge and gets a Thorn Which wounds his hand and when he dreads no harm Doth gangrene to the losing of his Arm. So are our Freedoms and our Bounds inlarg'd As his who from a small Debt is discharg'd To re-oblige himself in that which may Sweep Liberty and all he hath away And if our Endings prove like our Beginnings Our Losses vvill be greater then our Winnings What Comfort yields it to impose a Yoke On others if our Fetters be not broke VVhat Pleasure brings it if our Confines be Inlarged if in them vve are not free VVhat Profit is it unto us at Home That some in Forraign Parts inrich'd become If vve mean vvhile are Beggars or else more At least impov'rish'd then we vvere before VVhat Honour is it that both Tropicks hear Our Language if to speak Truth few men dare Or vvhat by Conquests vvill be got or sav'd If they vvho Conquer'd are at last inslav'd Not unto us not unto us be given Or to our Chiefs but to the GOD of Heaven The thanks and honour that both our Late Wars VVith Neighb'ring Foes and our Domestick Jarrs Are Super-added VVould GOD I could say VVere vvholly ended as I hope I may For had not He with our Protector stood VVe till this day had wallow'd in our Blood Yea had not GOD a timely ayd brought in Destroy'd long since both He and vve had bin Our Antient Way of Conquering abroad VVhich this Muse doth implicitely applaud VVhat got vve by it but a Cursed Game Atchiev'd vvith Blood and lost vvith Blood again I know not vvhat the Conscience of a State Or Policy by Law may tolerate VVith that I vvill not meddle But to me It seemeth not to Quadrate or agree VVith Moral Honesty or Sacred Laws Unless there be unquestionable Cause And Pow'r apparent vvhich doth vvarrantize GOD's calling us to such an Enterprize That vve into our Neighbours Lot should fall VVith Fire and Sword and Honourable call Those Deeds for vvhich LAVV to their Actors gives The stiles of Pyrats Murtherers and Thieves Or that a few should vvithout free assent Of all the People in a Parliament Ingage them by a Quarrel which may cost Their Lives and all that may vvith Life be lost I know no Law or Gospel vvarranting So hazzardous or reasonless a thing Or that vve vvho subjection do profess Unto the King of Righteousness and Peace Should take the Wages and the Colours carry Of him that 's both His and our Adversary Nor can I understand how vve then do As we would willingly be done unto VVhen to accomplish the ambitious ends Of Princes vve have hazzarded our Friends To trouble and infringe the Peace of those VVho vvould not vvillingly have been our Foes Till many hundred thousands are undone To satisfie the boundless Lust of One Squandring away those Blessings to th' increase Of Discord which we might have kept in Peace How many a goodly City Town and Field VVhich did a comfortable Dwelling yeild To Millions who were no way interested In Tyrants Quarrels have of late been wasted And what a sad Accompt to make have they Upon whose heads that Blood and Spoil doth lie Believe it though to keep from Violation Those Laws which have respect to every Nation GOD's Vniversal Justice doth engage The Nations on each other War to wage Yet use they should not make of His Commissions To satisfie their Vengeance their Ambitions Or Avarice nor any vvay extend them Beyond those Ends for which he doth intend them It is but little less then Blasphemy The Works of Nature so to mis-apply As this Muse doth who in a Strain doth write As if none could express a Glow-Worm's light Unless he did Hyperbolize so far At least to equalize it to a Star He seems as if he would insinuate That Nature at his Death was passionate And makes that Creature speak which never Flatters Or Speaks at all save onely in such Matters As do concern GOD's glory or may shame Those Wits who grossly mis-apply the same So Nature hath took Notice of His Death And sighing swel'd the Ocean with her breath The Death of her great Ruler to foreshew As 't was presaged when my Cat did Mew For Nature never heed in such wise took Of any Princes Death but when it shook The Vniverse to see the SON OF GOD Dead on the Cross with Arms display'd abroad And from the Reverence that 's due to such High Mysteries this hath detracted much Of this kinde and of such-like Airy-Puffs Of such deceivable vain empty stuffs Are most of all those Books and Trophies made Which Princes to eternize them have had And so small credit is attributed To what is either to their Honour sed Or their Dishonour that wise Men reject it As of no Value or at least suspect it As an effect of Flatterie or of