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A79264	Englands sad posture; or, A true description of the present estate of poore distressed England, and of the lamentable condition of these distracted times, since the beginning of this civill, and unnaturall warr. / presented to the Right Honourable, pious and valiant, Edward, Earle of Manchester.	Calver, Edward, fl. 1649.; Manchester, Edward Montagu, Earl of, 1602-1671.	1644 (1644)	Wing C315; ESTC R170351	22,334	53

spare us till thy hand be stayd That to accuse thee were but to encrease Thy fury rather then our feares release But sword of England though thou hast a charge To drink in England is the same so large And so unbounded that it hath no tye But thou must drink heer till thou drink us drye If it be so then England is accurst But if some part sword may aswage thy thirst Then shew this Kingdome since thou must have blood Drink the corrupted so thou mayst doe good But oh thou God of England who hast sent This bloody weapon for our punishment Alasse it oft too often doth mistake Then guide or sheath it for thy mercies sake The Kingdome bleeding My dlssolation must be doubtlesse neere All tokens of my fatall change appeare Bleeding and fainting gasping yea and dying If that some hand be not some help applying My late cheefe comfort in distresse my God In my distresse now whipps me with his rod. My Forts my Holds my Castles tumbling downe Nay more my King endangering a Crowne My face looks pale where beauty late sat glowing My brest are emtie whence late streams were flowing My young men flaine my virgins drownd in teares My songs of pleasure turn'd to sights and cares Where Musick sounded Bells did sing before Now Drums are beating hideous Cannons roare My friends and lovers doe amazed wring There helplesse hands my foes rejoyce and sing The Epigram Sad posture sure a spectacle wherein Wee may behold the image of our sinn Lust hath conceaved brought forth sin and loe Sin in conclusion brings forth death and woe But bleeding England could we it is true Have bled in teares for these our sins as due The streames of blood which doe increase so high Had been by teares distll'd in time put by Our Sins and want of sorrow for the same Were then the cause from whence this deluge came Unhappie men that we could not desery Our want of bleeding when our eyes were dry But England England is it yet too late Cannot our teares yet this same flood abate Oh! let us trie it teares have still done good In deepest dangers why not then stanch blood Our King turmoyling Oh heavie heavie what a weight I beare Are Royall Septers swaid with so much care Are these the Glories and delights that waite Upon a Septer priz'd at such a height I am by sacred providence a head But here lies that now which doth presse like lead Those tender members which from me take life Are with themselves now and with me at strife My subjects who are so my members deare They some seduce me others domineere And almost all my members goe about To let each others dearest blood run out Think you a head then can be free from aking Whose members heart vaines are thus bleeding breaking The Epigram Deeare and dread Soveraigne and our Sun belowe As from your highnesse beames of brightnesse flowe So beames of life to us that lie beneath And we without you very faintly breath If such a sunne may under shaddowes rest Well may your subjects be in sackcloath drest Unhappie straite then wherto you are brought Oh that we could lament it as we ought The sillie subjects for a conquest straine But still you loose which side soever gaine And yet your Highnesse doth not se et redrest Because uncertaine who advise you best Indeed dread Soveraigne men of deepest witt Most neere most deare most farr may faile but yet It were a wonder England never knew If Parliaments should not to Kings be true Our Parliament toyling Most gratious Soveraigne under whose command Next under great Iehovahs charge we stand Your grace hath put us with a charge in trust We then were Traytors should we not be just When we enjoyd your Royall presence heere And you indeed were in your proper sphere You then condemnd such lesser lights as had Abusd there stations running retrograde But now thy presence is from us withdrawne Those satall starrs upon your highnesse fawne And would perswade it too by warrs We are but commets they your fixed starrs But your conjunction with them doth declare By the effects produced what they are Your Kingdoms all to blood and death subjected Which could not be so were you well affected The Epigram Great counsel you may well recount your cares And stead of inke may sum them up in teares That such a Court should in such danger stand As hath been such a Piller to the land Yet be not daunted sith the cause is good Vertue shines cleerest when t is most withstood You were elected by a publike call What private aimes can then your acts forestall Had you been guilty in some haynous matter You might like others have been forc'd to flatter But Being guiltlesse feare not falsehood sowne By such as therby would excuse their owne Although our Soveraigne may a while be held By false suggestions Lies at length will yeeld And then the truth shall be our Soveraigns guide To prove them drosse but you the gold that 's tride Religion Shaking Well may J totter as if feaver taken When thus my pillars are remov'd and shaken Needs must I tremble as most like to slide When my upholders are so much envi'd The world indeed is with me at defiance Because I with her must not have compliance Because I may not with her greatnesse doate Ten thousand swords are drawne to cut my throate Besides the many stabbs and wounds I take By such as on me a meer cloake doe make Whiles others turne me to as many terrours By rending mein peeces into errours Poore true Religion how am I distrest The world growes troubled if I seem to rest Am I become a burden to the same Heav'n call me home then thither whence I came The Epigram Most deare Religion and of Heaven by birth Canst thou be persecuted thus on earth Hath the old serpent not forgot his spleen Which in thy tender infancy was seen No no that serpent Sathan prince of Hell Is now become a Dragon and most fell And steed of spleen persues thee with a flood To overwhelme thee and that too of blood But deare Religion heer lies thy repose The Earth shall drink this Ocean up thy foes And thou shalt finde in times of most distresse A hideing place though in the wildernesse Then deare Religion if that England may Not once againe be happie in thy stay Oh yet dispaire not God will sure prepare A biding for thee though some other where Our Lawes now quaking T is then no marvell sure you need not wonder To see the Kingdome thus lie sighing under So much distemper and distresse when we That should conforme all thus confounded be Needs must the building of a state decay When thus you take its principalls away While such as gloried in our happie state Are now bewayling there unhappie fate Late active servants we lament to see How slowe you move now and how sadd you bee Your heavie

Wherein the soules of very Saints must be Till by the suits of living men set free If thus the living for the dead must pray VVhat can you for the suits of dead men say Fond man have you no better helpes to clayme Your hopes are weake then and amisse doe ayme Malignants Raving Oh mserable world what times are here What ever praying yet no ease appearc Our states consumd our selves consumd and lost Besides a sea of guiltlesse blood 't hath cost And all forsooth to satisfie some few Some most precise or most prodigious crew Or to speake truly might we speake so farr To helpe to mayntaine a Rebellious warr Accurst be those occasion'd our betraying Into this thraldome what no end of praying And these perfidious Roundheads who so farr Doe strive to further such unnaturall warr Is this Religion you that seem so pure That kill in publike could be so demure Finde you occasion now to vent that spleen VVhich in your bosomes boyld so long unseen The Epigram Perverse Malignants if I had the skill Had Art as I have Inke within my quill I would so paint you that you in this booke Should finde and should confesse your are mistooke Mistook indeed could you else so mistile Yea so miscensure malice and revile Those men whose lives t is manifestly knowne Have been by odds more vertuous then your owne More vertuous true t is that you doe envy Because your vices are condemn'd thereby Earth blinded moles but will you blame the day Because it doth your deeds of night bewray Earth blinded sure this Epithite befits T is only earth doth thus distract the wits In earthly things did you no dammage finde You would remaine as silent men as blinde Good Christians craving Sure Lord thy Iustice and thy Mercies strive Thy mercy would have England kept alive Thy Iustice on the other side doth crye England is guilty guilty let it dye Lord canst thou be thus as it were distrest Because that England will not seek for rest And canst thou England not lament thy fate When God himselfe seems so Compassionate Oh England England let our suits make speed That mercy may with Iustice beagreed For it is certaine till there be this peace Above our warrs will not belowe surcease But gratious God whose mercy doe appeare Then when thy Iustice seems to domincere Sith England is not of thee yet forgot Though thou dost scourge it yet consume it not The Epigram Heavens helpe you Christians you are well imployd Helpe you to pray for prayers will provide You are the souldiers in this time of need That are most faithfull and most like to speed You are both voluntary yea and prest Oh ply your place your Amunitions best You have Rams hornes whose shrill Ecchoes shall Make Rome to totter Ierico to fall Then though your weapons be condemn das slight Yet be not daunted but maintaine your fight The noble Captaine in whose cause you stand Can where and when and how he list command Then though you dare not in your own strength trust Yet call your Captaine and your conquer must Fight then with comfort doe not faile therein Pray without ceasing I shall say Ames Our Sinnes provoking Lord thou with England well mayst be in ire Yea be to England a consuming fire Its sinns are greivous very Sodome like Sure the are full Lord it is time to strike Fulnesse of bread much idlenesse and pride Were Sodoms sinns but therefore Sodome died England in all these hath polluted been Shall England live then Lord repay its sinn Thou didst indeed great Ninivy forbeare But it repented Ionah being there Thou hast to England many Ionahs sent But drowsie England doth not yet repent Nay England hath thy messengers abus'd Contemnd thy Message thy commands refus'd Profayn'd thy Sabboths nay t is come to passe That England once more falls in love with Masse The Epigram Thy accusations sinne are sure too just And what with sorrow we acknowledg must That we have nothing to thy charge to lay But only this that thou didst us betray Thou didst allure us till the baite we took But now dost wound us kill us with the hook Most subtle fisher but most simple wee Who in thy baites could not our baine feresee But England England let us be more wise See here the cause from whence our cares arise This is indeed that deadly darling foe Which both betrays us and consumes us so This is that viper in our bowells bleeding Which whiles we suffer on our soule lyes feeding To kill this bratt then only can doe good To stop this vent can only staunch our blood Gods Anger smoaking Ah foolish England hadst thou but confest Thy faults in time thou mightst have been at rest But as thou long time hast been luke-warme cold Thou hast of late been desperatly bold But though thou wouldst not yet did J lament thee And in my mercy many warnings sent thee Besides examples of my wrath for sin VVhich pointing at thee from all parts have been I put my spirit of fore-telling harmes Upon thy teachers who have sought by charmes Both by entreaties and by threats to win Or to awake thee from thy sleep in sin But thou hast counted their reports untrue False teachers therefore justly are thy due That through delusions as it is ensuing Thou mightst be seal'd up to thy utter ruine The Epigram Great God of Europe God of England then Though we have set up other Gods therin Thou dost most justly charge us nay t is much That thy forbearance hath so long been such Been such indeed we long have sinnd but stil Thou seemdst to winck although we knew thy will We had thy word still sounding in our eares Which though we loath'd still still thou didst forbear's Nothing could urge thee till we took in hand To set up Dagon where thy Arke should stand To set up Idolls in thy name and place And bowd before them to thy very face But this hath urgd thee once more to a flood At least in England and that too of blood But when this deludge shall have washt this land Lord rest thy Arke heer let not Dagon stand The Sword proceeding Proceed t is certaine how can I be still When God himselfe hath given mee charge to kill Can I suppose you in my Scabbard rest And am by such an awfull Captaine prest But I have further summons in this thing England I have a warrant from thy King From awfull powerfull angry Charles besides Within whose keeping much command abides He is offended at the very heart And hath commanded I should take his part Then England doe not blame me as unkinde Though I consume thee beeing thus enjoyn'd No no but England wouldst thou have release Thou must with God then and thy King make peace For till they stay me by a new command I must not will not cannot stay my hand The Epigram Thou sword of England thou hast truly sayd Thou canst not