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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A77237	The tenth muse lately sprung up in America or severall poems, compiled with great variety of vvit 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 epitomie of the four monarchies, viz. The Assyrian, Persian, Grecian, Roman. Also a dialogue between Old England and New, concerning the late troubles. With divers other pleasant and serious poems. By a gentlewoman in those parts.	Bradstreet, Anne, 1612?-1672.	1650 (1650)	Wing B4167; Thomason E1365_4; ESTC R209246	98,259	223

Ague quaking Unlesse some Cordial thou fetch from high Which present help may ease this malady If I decease dost think thou shalt survive Or by my wasting state dost think to thrive Then weigh our case if 't be not justly sad Let me lament alone while thou art glad New England And thus alas your state you much deplore In generall terms but will not say wherefore What Medicine shall I seek to cure this woe If th' wound 's so dangerous I may not know But you perhaps would have me guesse it out What hath some Hengist like that Saxon stout By fraud and force usurp'd thy flowring crown And by tempestuous Wars thy fields trod down Or hath Canutus that brave valiant Dane The regall peacefull Scepter from thee tane Or is' t a Norman whose victorious hand With English blood bedews thy conquered Land Or is' t intestine Wars that thus offend Doe Maud and Stephen for the Crown contend Doe Barons rise and side against their King And call in Forreign ayde to help the thing Must Edward be depos'd or is' t the houre That second Richard must be clapt i' th' Tower Or is the fatall jarre againe begun That from the red white pricking Roses sprung Must Richmonds ayd the Nobles now implore To come and break the tushes of the Boar If none of these deare Mother what 's your woe Pray doe not feare Spaines bragging Armado Doth your Allye faire France conspire your wrack Or doth the Scots play false behind your back Doth Holland quit you ill for all your love Whence is this storme from Earth or Heaven above Is' t Drought is' t Famine or is' t Pestilence Dost feele the smart or feare the consequence Your humble Childe intreats you shew your grief Though Armes nor Purse she hath for your releif Such is her poverty yet shall be found A supplyant for your help as she is bound Old England I must confesse some of those Sores you name My beau●eous Body at this present maime But forraigne Foe nor fained friend I feare For they have work enough thou knowst elsewhere Nor is it Alcies Son and Henries Daughter Whose proud contention cause this slaughter Nor Nobles si●ing to make John no King French Lewis unjustly to the Crown to bring No Edward Richard to l●se rule and life Nor no Lancastrians to renew old strife No Crook-backt Tyrant now usurps the Seat Whose tearing tusks did wound and kill and threat No Duke of York nor Earle of March to soyle Their hands in Kindreds blood whom they did foyle No need of Teder Roses to unite None knowes which is the Red or which the White Spaines braving Fleet a second time is sunke France knowes how of my sury she hath drunk By Edward third and Henry fifth of fame Her Lillies in mine Armes avouch the same My Sister Scotland hurts me now no more Though she hath bin injurious heretofore What Holland is I am in some suspence But trust not much unto his Excellence For wants sure some I feele but more I feare And for the Pestilence who knowes how neare Famine and Plague two sisters of the Sword Destruction to a Land doth soone afford They 're for my punishments ordain'd on high Unlesse thy teares prevent it speedily But yet I answer not what you demand To shew the grievance of my troubled Land Before I tell the effect I le shew the cause Which are my Sins the breach of sacred Lawes Idolatry supplanter of a Nation With foolish superstitious adoration And lik'd and countenanc'd by men of might The Gospel is trod down and hath no right Church Offices are sold and bought for gaine That Pope had hope to finde Rome here againe For Oathes and Blasphemies did ever eare From Beelzebub himself such language heare 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 owne but for their Masters sake And thou poore soule wast jeer'd among the rest Thy flying for the Truth I made a jeast For Sabbath-breaking and for Drunkennesse Did ever Land prophannesse more expresse From crying bloods yet cleansed am not I Martyrs and others dying causelesly How many Princely heads on blocks laid down For nought but title to a fading Crown ' Mongst all the cruelties which I have done Oh Edwards Babes and Clare●ce haplesse Son O Jane why didst thou dye in flowring prime Because of Royall Stem that was thy crime For Bribery Adultery for Thefts and Lyes Where is the Nation I cann't paralize With Usury Extortion and Oppression These be the Hydra's of my stout transgression These be the bitter fountains heads and roots Whence flow'd the source the sprigs the boughs and fruits Of more then thou canst heare or I relate That with high hand I still did perpetrate For these were threatned the wofull day I mock'd the Preachers put it farre away The Sermons yet upon record doe stand That cry'd destruction to my wicked Land These Prophets mouthes al●s the while was stopt Unworthily some backs whipt and eares crept Their reverent checks did beare the glorious markes Of stinking stigmatizing Romish Clerkes Some lost their livings some in prison pent Some grossely fin'd from friends to exile went Their silent tongues to heaven did vengeance cry Who heard their cause and wrongs judg'd righteously And will repay it sevenfold in my lap This is fore-runner of my after clap Not took I warning by my neighbours falls I saw sad Germanie's dismantled walls I saw her people famish'd Nobles slain Her fruitfull land a barren heath remain I saw unmov'd her Armies foil'd and fled Wives forc'd babes toss'd her houses calcined I saw strong Rochel yeelding to her foe Thousands of starved Christi ns there also I saw poore Ireland bleeding out her last Such cruelty as all reports have past My heart obdurate stood not yet agast Now sip I of that cup and just 't may be The bottome dregs reserved are for me New England To all you 've said sad mother I assent Your fearfull sinnes 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 termes what is your present grief Then let 's join heads and hands for your relief Old England Well to the matter then there 's grown of late 'Twixt King and Peeres a question of state Which is the chief the law or else the King One saith it s he the other no such thing My better part in Court of Parliament To ease my groaning land shew their intent To crush the proud and right to each man deal To help the Church and stay the Common-Weal So many obstacles comes in their way As puts me to a stand what I should say Old customes new Prerogatives stood on Had they not held law fast all had been gone Which