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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A29149	Several poems compiled with great variety of wit and learning, full of delight wherein especially is contained a compleat discourse, and description of the four elements, constitutions, ages of man, seasons of the year, together with an exact epitome of the three by a gentlewoman in New-England.; Tenth muse lately sprung up in America	Bradstreet, Anne, 1612?-1672.	1678 (1678)	Wing B4166; ESTC R22624	114,811	269

the crown contend Do Barons rise and side against their King And call in foraign aid to help the thing Must Edward be depos'd or is' t the hour That second Richard must be clapt i' th tower Or is' t the fatal jarre again begun That from the red white pricking roses sprung Must Richmonds aid the Nobles now implore To come and break the Tushes of the Boar If none of these dear Mother what 's your woe Pray do you fear Spains bragging Armado Doth your Allye fair France conspire your wrack Or do the Scots play false behind your back Doth Holland quit you ill for all your love Whence is the storm from Earth or Heaven above Is' t drought is' t famine or is' t pestilence Dost feel the smart or fear the Consequence Your humble Child intreats you shew your grief Though Arms nor Purse she hath for your relief Such is her poverty yet shall be found A Suppliant for your help as she is bound Old England I must confess some of those sores you name My beauteous body at this present maime But forreign foe nor feigned friend I fear For they have work enough thou knowst elsewhere Nor is it Alcies Son nor Henryes daughter Whose proud contention cause this slaughter Nor Nobles siding to make John no King French Jews unjustly to the Crown to bring No Edward Richard to lose rule and life Nor no Lancastrians to renew old strife No Duke of ●ork nor Earl of March to soyle Their hands in kindreds blood whom they did foil No crafty Tyrant now usurps the Seat Who Nephews slew that so he might be great No need of Tudor Roses to unite None knows which is the red or which the white Spains braving Fleet a second time is sunk France knows how oft my fury she hath drunk By Edward third and Henry fifth of fame Her Lillies in mine Arms avouch the same My Sister Scotland hurts me now no more Though she hath been injurious heretofore What Holland is I am in some suspence But trust not much unto his excellence For wants sure some I feel but more I fear And for the Pestilence who knows how near Famine and Plague two Sisters of the Sword Destruction to a Land doth soon afford They 're for my punishment ordain'd on high Unless our tears prevent it speedily But yet I Answer not what you demand To shew the grievance of my troubled Land Before I tell th' Effect I 'le shew the Cause Which are my sins the breach of sacred Laws Idolatry supplanter of a Nation With foolish Superstitious Adoration Are lik'd and countenanc'd by men of might The Gospel troden down and hath no right Church Offices were sold and bought for gain That Pope had hope to find Rome here again For Oaths and Blasphemies did ever Ear. From Belzebub himself such language hear What scorning of the Saints of the most high What injuries did daily on them lye What false reports what nick-names did they take Not for their own but for their Masters sake And thou poor soul wert jeer'd among the rest Thy flying for the truth was made a jest For Sabbath-breaking and for drunkenness Did ever land profaness more express From crying blood yet cleansed am not I Martyres and others dying causelesly How many princely heads on blocks laid dow● For nought but title to a fading crown ' Mongst all the crueltyes by great ones done Of Edwards youths and Clarence hapless son O Jane why didst thou dye in flowring prime Because of royal stem that was thy crime For bribery Adultery and lyes Where is the nation I can't paralliz● With usury extortion and oppression These be the Hydraes of my stout transgression These be the bitter fountains heads and roots Whence flow'd the source the sprigs the boughs fruits Of more then thou canst hear or I relate That with high hand I still did perpetrate For these were threatned the wofull day I mockt the Preachers put it far away The Sermons yet upon Record do stand That cri'd destruction to my wicked land I then believ'd not now I feel and see The plague of stubborn incredulity Some lost their livings some in prison pent Some fin'd from house friends to exile went Their silent tongues to heaven did vengeance cry Who saw their wrongs hath judg'd righteously And will repay it seven-fold in my lap This is fore-runner of my A●terclap Nor took I warning by my neighbours falls I saw sad Germanyes dismantled walls I saw her people famish'd Nobles slain Her fruitfull land a barren Heath remain I saw unmov'd her Armyes foil'd and fled VVives forc'd babes toss'd her houses calcined I saw strong Rochel yielded to her Foe Thousands of starved Christians there also I saw poor Ireland bleeding out her last Such crueltyes as all reports have past Mine heart obdurate stood not yet agast Now sip I of that cup and just't may be The bottome dreggs reserved are for me New-England To all you 've said sad Mother I assent Your fearfull sins great cause there 's to lament My guilty hands in part hold up with you A Sharer in your punishment's my due But all you say amounts to this effect Not what you feel but what you do expect Pray in plain terms what is your present grief Then let 's joyn heads hearts for your relief Old England Well to the matter then there 's grown of late 'Twixt King and Peers a Question of State Which is the chief the Law or else the King One said it 's he the other no such thing 'T is said my beter part in Parliament To ease my grouning Land shew'd their intent To crush the proud and right to each man deal To help the Church and stay the Common-weal So many Obstacles came in their way As puts me to a stand what I should say Old customes new Prerogatives stood on Had they ●ot held Law fast all had been gone Which by their prudence stood them in such stead They took high Straff●rd lower by the head And to their Laud be 't spoke they held i' th tower All Englands Metropolitane that hour This done an act they would have passed fain No Prelate should his Bishoprick retain Here tugg'd they hard indeed for all men saw This must be done by Gospel no● by Law Next the Militia they urged sore This was deny'd I need not say wherefore The King displeas'd at York himself absents They humbly beg return shew their intents The writing printing posting too and fro Shews all was done I 'le therefore let it go But now I come to speak of my disaster Contention grown 'twixt Subjects their Master They worded it so long they fell to blows That thousands lay on heaps here bleeds my woes I that no wars so many years have known Am now destroy'd and slaught'red by mine own But could the Field alone this strife ●●cide One Battel two or three I might abide But these may be beginnings of more woe Who