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cause_n	appear_v	great_a	see_v	1,485	5	2.9490	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B04342	News from Parnassus, in the abstracts and contents of three crown'd chronicles, relating to the three kingdoms of England, Scotland and Ireland. In a poem, divided into two parts : first, to the king, secondly, to the subjects of the said three kingdoms. Dedicated to His Majesty. / By a servant to Mars, and a lover of the muses, William Mercer.	Mercer, William, 1605?-1675?	1682 (1682)	Wing M1740; ESTC R180533	40,838	104

Majesty Divine and Moral some that knew not God But gave good Counsel was not that then odd Aristotle and Plato I have Cato too Socrates and all Diogenes could do Themistocles and Solon I have ev'n so The Romans General Generous Scipio Demosthenes his Answer to Epimites I spoke with Plutarch and Aristides I tell you also of Emelius Apelles Painting what will that avail us And I have catched Counsel too of Titus I also saw Egesilaus meet us Anaxagoras Periander I saw Zeno Pythagoras opinion spake with pain O Menander and Caligula and lo Domitian and Hippocrates also Lycurgus and Xenocrates and such And talked to Epictetus as much Xenophanes call'd Coward scarcely knockt Perseue lending his Money he was mockt Hesiodus his Precepts understood Agathocles a Potters Son not proud A King Darius and Artaxerxes with one score I yet could count but I will name no more But only three who I report for Pride Though here are thousands such as they beside Dioclesian the Emperour he was one Herod Agrippa another now I 'm gone But Titus Flaminius takes it as a wonder That I omit him therefore comes he under All these are Authors in my Chronicle Comparing men unto them good or ill I stay not now their Vertues to rehearse Nor will I put their praises here in Verse But every Subject let them fawn or frown As they deserve lo I have set them down By wise advice and by whose cunning skill Your Majesty may know my Chronicle Is compos'd now on another task I intrude Comparing some to Tutors too as rude Twelve famous Fathers Soveraign Sir consider What pains I past comparing them together Who to themselves can best the attribute Apply as to their knowledge they them suit But I alledge when in the Scales they come They will down-weigh I well may wager some Because they do their base debauch'dness bear Almost as much as any named now here Who though they be here only but eleven I do not doubt to draw the dozen even So I begin and in their greatness greet 'um But in the big Book like a man I meet ' um 1. Caligula is common in the case 2. Tiberius comes in with a flaming face 3. Nero is never very far to find 4. Heliogabalus hath a vicious mind 5. As Alexander men are most malicious And I aver all men almost are vicious 6. Cyrus is sly at Court and catching still 7. Vlysses likewise with his Wit doth ill 8. Mydas is mighty covetous you know 9. Hannibal's a crafty Knave ev'n so 10. Zopyrus hath in base dissembling skill 11. And Aristippus will be flattering still Now doubtless I dare out the dozen do 12. For I am sure here is a Judas too But I forbear until my big Book come Where on the Margin I have marked some I help the Heraulds when I 'm brisk about 'um Blazing their Arms but better be without 'um Yet it were ill all were alike for lo Parcite paucorum Diffundere crimen you know But since I in my Arithmetick move My Pen must more upon the point improve I search in Secrets which unlookt on lye Impeaching persons that aspire too high I speak of Pride the only evil even Why Angels were so hurl'd out of Heaven Envy I own the justest ill of all It kills it self to cause its father fall Of Straits and Trenches whom some call contriver The Chronicle that Doctrine doth deliver I talk of Traytors and I touch the Treason But Solomon for things assigns a season And I forbear allowing you to look Where you shall see abundance in the Book Only I bring albeit I be forbid The thing in sight the Lacedaemons did But I 'm afraid my Muse may be abhorr'd Or call'd a Fool for what she doth afford Affecting to be found a Fool in Verse Rather than call me Knave upon my Hearse Of Government I grant I give a touch But meddle not with Governours too much Because St. Paul bids us that block forbear And I must also seem so godly here Lift Hands and Eyes and bid the poor go pray But of such things see what St. James doth say And I do tell some tokens time and place How that the Romans rul'd in such a Case And they did rule and over-rule indeed In all Dominions through the World we read I scan the cause Great Britain bore abuse How Ireland felt the effect who will refuse I point at persons whom I fear foment Make Memorandums how we may prevent I could speak plain but should I so appear Though now I 'm safe it puts me in a fear Whenever my big Book shall be seen abroad I find such Friends as good Sir Edmund God But of the Romans what I said before Is true and I can add too on the score When Government to any one was given All old adherents that same day were driven Hence at great distance as was done of late At our Vice-gerents general debate Which of the two would touch us to the quick The Covenanter or Roman Catholick What was concluded must not with my will Come here but hazards in my Chronicle But Royal Sir by what is here I hope Your Majesty may soon conceive the scope 〈◊〉 this Complaint and that it clearly comes 〈◊〉 those before the Battel beating Drums 〈◊〉 bid alarms albe't I be the man ●hat fetches fewel and the fire do fan 〈◊〉 warm my self Sir yet a King doth know When Coals are cover'd one blast of Wind may blow ●eing as 't were the Watch-word to awaken ●ecure men sleeping thousands nigh forsaken ●orgive me then most Sacred Sir to show Without offence things that I cannot know ●learly concluded because I 'm none of them ●●ployed in private for to play the game 〈◊〉 lookers on though seeming in a Trance 〈◊〉 see as much as those that play perchance ●specially a person not imploy'd When Tempests threaten lest he be destroy'd ●ooks to himself and sees whereat they aim ●nd then in Conscience must the Cause proclaim 〈◊〉 Sentinel Perdu to defend the shot 〈◊〉 such as sleep but never get one Groat ●he Chronicle of all these Plots complain 〈◊〉 Prose and Verse But and every word in vain 〈◊〉 have not had no not in thirty years ●ore than Good morrow as it plain appears 〈◊〉 all that 's said serv'd suffer'd sure I think 〈◊〉 I lay sick they 'd give me Gall to drink ●ut though such things to our Creator cry ●he present issue 's in your Majesty 〈◊〉 pain to ponder and comparing it ●ive what my Soveraign finds for present fit ●nd for the future from such Sacred Throne 〈◊〉 end the Ark appoint a Pension ●hould it be small nine hundred sheets now nigh 〈◊〉 put to press whenever th' Author dye 〈◊〉 I am pleas'd this instant hour to Print ●he Piece wherein though here I only hint I publish all I cannot Cheaters cherish Fight for it too and if I perish perish The Chronicle consisting as I say Of bulk so