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The moderate cavalier, or, The soldiers description of Ireland and of the country disease, with receipts for the same
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Mercer, William, 1605?-1676?
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Wing M1739; ESTC R17061
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was so near The Kings let such the Prophets Judgment fear And if the Courts of Claims have done amiss Tâ—â—â— Med'cine for their Cure prescribed is Yet I for my part can no Man accuse And if I could I should be loath to use â—â—y pen ' gainst English they too my Superiours To whome is Honour due from all inferiours Some â—old the want of Money and bad Tradeing Somes of Oppression nay there is no wading In this great Sea where that a Ship may ride Not Sound the Depth at lowest Ebbe of Tide Oppression is so various that I Can only Hint what 's obvious to each eye The Wearer of the Shoe he best doth knowe VVhether it wring his Instep or his Toe Then briefly where to doe Men make profession As they 'd be done to that doth cure Oppression The Authors Prayer NOw thou O God who didst the Heavens make The Sea and Land when first the word thou spake Let there be Lihgt 't was so to thee alone We poor Distressed English make our moane O God who art the Scarcher of all hearts Tryest the Reines and in the inward parts Of Man has writt thy Law Reveal I pray Thy will On Earth that our Governours may Know that they Rule for thee the Kingdom 's thine And in thy hand all Power is Divine Make them to dread thy Name that sit at Helme Lest by ill Steering they at length o're whelme This floating bottome Ireland spoyl'd of Rigging Since th' English lost the VVells of their owne digging Their owne say I ' t was thou didst take this land From a Barb'rous People and in our hand Hast given it that we should not doe like The Nations whome thou didst in fury strike O let our Rulers see that they alone VVere not the men that hath this Kingdom wonne Nor that they can defend the same from harme By humane policy or fleshly arme VVhen Israel did all th' abominations Of the Heathen and round about the Nations Thou didst drive out whose Land thou didst them give Thou mad'st them flee before their Foes and live Captives in a strange Land so let us sear That our Back-slidings make us not appeare Like them then what may wee from thee expect But that our punishment may in effect Be like to theirs good God take thou away From our Great Men their stonyhearts I pray And give them Hearts of Flesh that ev'ry one May do but as unto he would be done Remove O Lord the spleen and take away The Gall that 's in mens hearts now at this day VVho Persecute their Brethren without Cause VVresting the Old and inventing New Lawes To punish Anabaptists and the Quakers And make the Cov'nanters turn Cov'nant-breakers Grant this Good God and whatsoever more Thou knowest needfull for us wee implore Thy Divine Goodness to bestow it on us And answer ev'ry Lord have Mercy ' pon us Pronovnc'd at Church at home or other place With tokens of thy Favour and thy Grace The KING his Counsells and his Kingdoms blesse And all his Subjects the Great ones and the Lesse The Rev'rend Clergie each man in his station The Lay-man too which comprehends the Nation Yea and the Irish that are honest hearted Gods blessings be amongst them all imparted And last of all O God Blesse and defend Both mee and mine and so I make an END The Conclusion ALL things that e're begining had Must have an end bee 't good or bad So hath this Book a Story sad that 's come sir To see you and some speciall friends And pray's you give your recommends To those in pow'r that may defend's from some sir That would abuse the Cavalier For writeing what he hath done here Though 't is not half I 'le make appear he could sir VVho is so Moderate that drives At the amendment of mens lives And that Peace be amongst them strives there should sir Now if the Soldier favour find Amongst his friends to be so kind As to Imprint his Book my mind to you sir I 'le tell is that the Kingdome o're It goe to shew what some before Ne're knew and I 'le say more T IS TRVE SIR A Dialogue betwixt the Soldier Author of the Book and an Echo being a summary Discourse of the whole matter briefly resounded by the Echo Sold Hark I heere is an Echo listen and hark Ech Mark S I will ralk with it shall I nor now Ech Now S and tell the passageâ—â— and then mark Ech Mark S what answer it make 〈…〉 â—â—ll how Ech How S the Irish into Rebellion first Ech First S gathered in a Riottous Rout Ech Rout S against Protestants their fury burst Ech Burst S for they were so full it needs must out Ech Out S of all measure was the cruell Papist Ech Papist S Bloudy a Murdrous Rogue was Teige Ech Teige S and Dermot too worse than a meer Athist Ech Athist S who Cov'nant keeps there is no league Ech League S but the Pope doth indulge to be broke Ech Broke S who to the Rebbells sent into Ireland Ech Ireland S a Bull that made the Kingdom smoak Ech Smoak S and to burne as if it were a fire-brand Ech Fire-brand S so starting mad the Bull was made Ech Made S so that the British should be pilled Ech Pilled S plundred their Cattell stoln prey'd Ech Prey'd S and ev'ry Protestant should be Killed Ech Killed S hanged starâ—ed to pitty no-man Ech No-man S that was of Brittish race a child Ech Child S newly born and ev'ry tender VVoman Ech Woman S to put toth'Sword he judg'd too mild Ech Mild S So was the Bull for the POVVDER PLOT Ech Plot S the Lords Annoynted must not be spared Ech Spared S then all his Kingdoms sure should not Ech Not S but the Lord who for our safetyes cared Ech Cared S his Name alone be praised then Ech Then S both the King and State preserved we see Ech See S which should be a warning to all men Ech Men S Watchfull and Carefull alwayes to be Ech Be S Pondering these things and keeping sober Ech Sober S so that they may alwayes Remember Ech Remember S FORTY ONE the moneth OCTOBER Ech October S and the FIFTH day of NOVEMBER Ech NOUEMBER FINIS
Moderate Caualier OR The Soldiers Description of IRELAND AND Of the Country Disease With Receipts for the same FRom Glocester Siege till Arms lay'd downe In Trewroe fields I for the Crowne Vnder St. George March'd up and down And then Sir For Ireland came and had my share Of Blows not Lands gain'd in that warre But GOD defend me from such fare Again Sir Take heed to thy self lest theu make a Covenant with the Inhabitants of the Land whither thou goest lest it be for a snare in the miast of thee Exod 34 12 Only take heed to thyself and keep thy soul diligently lest theu forget the things which thiâ—â— eyes have seen lest they depart from thy heart all the dayes of thy life â—hus teach them thy sons and thy sons sons Deut 4. 9 A Book fit for all Protestants houses in Ireland Printed Anno. Dom MDCIXXV To the Protestant Nobility Gentry and Soldiery of Ireland but more especially to the Woshipfull the Major Aldermen Sherriff Citizens and Inhabitants of the City of Corke A Soldier for the KING great Sirs to you Humbly presents this little book to viewe Which speaks of Storyes old and not of newes Things to most of you known may be of vse In after ages when wee 're dead and gone And ' mongst all Protestants worth thinking on He stiles his book The Mod'rate Cavalier Which who so reads will find him so appear Hee 's no Incendiarie to blow the fire Of discension ' mongst Factions or desire VVarres being content with his lowe estate But 's sorry that too true he can relate No more of good encouragement from friends To the poor Soldiers who deserv'd amends For their past Service nere to be forgott Whilst in Ireland's an Englishman or Scott Be pleas'd therefore brave Sirs to Patronize The Soldiers worke that to his Enemies He be not made contemptible whose drift For a poor liveing's only to make shift VVhich being granted the Soldier I say For you and yours Eternally shall pray The Author upon his intent to have presented three dozen of these Râ—ks to the Major of Corke and his guests at his Feast when he first comes into his Office GAllants to Crown this Feast you 're here presented With a New dish of Poetry Invented By a Soldier and brought from Camp toth ' City VVhich speaks of serious things more than of witty Yet if in reading it beget a smile I hope dear friends you 're pleased well that while Behold three dozen Servitors appears Which are six files of Mod'rate Cavaliers All private Soldiers of the Forty Nine Reviv'd with lost Arrears by th' grand designe VVho come to make up a new Convivium Aut Fabulosum Aut Historicum Their Root is Six which makes a Battail square Their Front their Flanks their Rear all equal are Silence once said then they in Posture stand Till they receive the next word of Command They will not Plunder For you may your pockett Or Truâ—k leave to their charge and never lock it Be pleas'd to hear them speak or you may find By lookeing on them what is in their Mind If you don 't like their Story you may clap-em by th' heels Cashier or â—eare or you may wrap-em About your Sweetmeats or they 'l light your Pipe Or at the worst they 'l serve your to wipe If you do like their speech which is but Rustick They 'l tell the Feats they 've done with Pike Musquet How they have chased Teige through woods Boggs And frightned him more than a Hare 's with Doggs They 'l tell how all Ireland was at their cost Of Blood and Sweat regain'd when it was lost Thus have I told you what they are and how They may prove serviceable unto you It onely rests that I Now for my paines No loser be if that I get no gaines Then what you please toth ' Poet or the Printer 'T Will be an help to keep a Fire in VVinter MY Countrey Conscience prompts me not at all ' On feigned Gods but o th' true God to call T' inspire my Muse and help me to relate The poor English Protestants case and State In Ireland and to shew how they grew poor And why so now and then let 's God implore To be their aid and pray him to enlarge Our Rich Countreymens hearts for to discharge Their duty naturall For I conclude To Help their Helpers is but gratitude These poor are such whose mishap made them so And not their Sloath as plainly here I 'le showe Four hundred years this venomless fair Land Except the Natives hearts was at Command o th' English Scepter and Imperialll Crowne VVhos 's often Conquests kept Rebellions down Till Forty one when Hell broke loose the Devill And Popish Priests all plotting the vncivill Late bloudy barb'rous and Inhumane warre I want apt words their mallice to declare That Authors Actours and Contrivers were To kill and spoyle the English ev'ry where Then spread abroad throughout this Isle in Peace At home and in their beds a sleep did these Hell-taught Furies in one black dismal night One hundred thousand Murther e're 't was light Except the light they made by setting fire o th' English dwelling houses But t' inquire Of all the Tortures and vnheard of deaths Till then the tongue of any man that breaths Cannot expresse much less then can my Pen For Burn'd Hang'd Drown'd Whip'd to dath were men Women with Child and Babes but newly borne Alive rip'd open and to pieces torne Strip'd naked forc'd to run through Furres Thornes And hunted were with Doggs having sett Horns Vpon their heads to make them seem strange beasts VVhreof they boasted ' mongst themselves at Feasts All this was nothing to their Cruelty VVhich to escape for England they must flye VVhere Men in hast are raised to suppresse Those Caniballs and help these comfortlesse VVho soon arrived by Gods blessing here And dar'd the Slaves to Battell every where Twenty to one Nay â—en they judg'd no odds To give the Butchers where the cause was Gods And in short space a handfull of Sick men This Bloudy Nation had almost againe Quite Conquered But oh alas the VVarre Twixt KING an Parliament our Trophees marre Those Warlike spirits Quash'd by a Cessation Of Arms the bloudy Rebells take occasion To gather strength whilst our weake aids do scatter They seem themselves with Victorie to flatter Takeing advantage of the time their Traine Is brought with speed their lost Forts to regaine All 's now their owne except some Sea-port town And that 's Besieg'd and almost batter'd downe VVherein letts leave them praying for some ayd And crosse the Seas for England let us wade VVhere Agents do addresse themselves toth ' King And Parliament more forces thence to bring But all in vaine their owne turnes first they 'l serve Let Ireland sink or swim or yeild or Starve VVhen Youghall was besieg'd and Corke block'd up Kinsale and Bandon bridge dreading the Cup The Rebells