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A50629 The moderate cavalier, or, The soldiers description of Ireland and of the country disease, with receipts for the same Mercer, William, 1605?-1676? 1675 (1675) Wing M1739; ESTC R17061 19,621 38

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to God he made 's Confession And did declare toth ' World it griev'd him more To see the English make the English poor Than all the hardships he did e're indure And 't was too late then to prescribe him cure Hee pray'd God to forgivetheir Sin and turne Their hearts for whō to 's Death he needs must mourne Cause Evil they had done for Good and did conclude They was most guilty of Ingratitude Though 't is but some English I 'le not say all Are so and those too now I hope mend shall This said it was the Vote o th' whole Enquest The man had liv'd had he not been Opprest Which is one kind of the Countrey-Disease Infectious and Mortall in times of Peace When bred of Wealth grows envious and haughty Good mens enemy and friend to the naughty Now since the Disease is found out the Cure To tak 't in time may be effected sure The Learned say whose sayings lett ' respect Remove the Cause that takes away th' Effect I 'me no Physitian but by chance have gott Three good Receits which in my mind may not Be much unfit to be prescribed here To cure this Countrey-Disease far and near The first Receit AGainst the first kinde cre while call●d Murthor Ne're trust an Irish Papist further than you can throw an Oxe and if he flatter Suspect deceit to be the end o th' matter Let him not wear a Sword nor yet a Sk●an Nor be too intimate with him if mean You do to sleep in a whole skin Put not A Gun into his hands Powder or Shott To kill the Dawes Nor give or Lend or Sell To such as he though he shoot ne're so well Let him not be your Fowler if you can In Ireland find but any English man For by such means they Arm'd themselves at first And after that into Rehellion burst And with the Weapons of the very Owner Have Murtherd him their hearts as hard as stone-are Let him not ride in the Militia-troops Nor in a Man of Warre whose stately Poops Was not ordain'd for Shamrogeers to serve Lest they Betray or else doe from you swerve Whereby the English may at Sea and Land This Deare-bought Kingdome keep vnder command Let not the want of Numbers e're invite The Ppaists aid to Joyne with you in fight But Trust on God to Help you in your need Not Isr'el-like on Egypts broken Reed The Scriptures do declare Armies have been Too great for God to lead and that was seene By David and valiant Ionathan Said God could save by few the arm of man He did despise so say's the Sacred Story Lest to themselves Men should a scribe the glory If any private Murther chance to be As from such like this Nation 's seldome free Let not the Murtherer escape whose bloud Shall be on his owne head and reason good GODS Law doth warrant it let not affection Favour or fear or any mans Protection Save the Offenders life Who sheds mans Bloud By Man shall his be shed though ne're so good Let not pretence of Valour or a Duell Have countenance in Law or to the cruell Murtherer be hopes of pardon this sure against all Murther if not to say cure Is a good Antidote taken in season This Kingdome to preserveith ' eye of Reason The Second Receit THis second kind doth only bear the name Of the Countrey-Disease in warre this same Doth vse t'outvie the Sword the cause is want Of wholsome dyet and good Lodgings scant From whence this Disease doth proceed Fresh men Are subject most to this scarce one in ten But at some time or other hath been sick of this very Disease 't is not so quick As is the former kind yet more have dy'd Of it than of any other beside Med'cins for th'Flux are plenty some will drink New Al● over the Kieve for it some think The leanest flesh of a Buttocke of Biefe Fresh and half broyl'd Griskin-like's the chief As forth ' Ague-in England so we here For this Receits have store that I 'le for bear Now any more to name ' cause I intend But this one preservative to commend First keep Rebellions downe which causeth Warre Warre bringeth Scarcity and that Hard fare Hard fare and cold causeth the Bloudy-Flux VVhich Thousands English into their Gravesplucks Now if VVarre happen to be counted wise Better than heretofore your Soldires prize Let them have constant Pay to buy them food And see their Provant be wholsome and good And let their Garrisons unto them yield Good Lodgings and when out they goe toth ' Field Let them have Tents and pitch on Champaign ground VVhere Fire and Water may be eas'ly found All things so order'd will doubtlesse prevent The Bloudy-Flux to Armyes incident This last in Warre the rest in simes of Peace Are Med'cines against the Countrey-Disease The Third Receit AGainst Oppression thus runs my Receit Take out of Holy Scripture ev'ry Threat pronounc'd against that Sin spread them upon A fine cloath of Vnderstanding let none Of them be lost and if your Plaister crumble Or stick not fast your Vnderstanding humble By dipping it ith'Oyle of Grace then cling As'twere a Cere-cloath 't will toth ' V●●'rous thing That done apply the Plaister to the part That doth Oppresse which most on end 's the Heart Thence ne're remove it till it make you say Like Samuel behold I 'me here this day VVitness against me now before the Lord And before his Annoynted say the word VVhose Oxe have I taken whose Asse or whome Have I defrauded let the Oppressed come Of whose hand have I any Bribe receiv'd To blind mine eyes therewith be not deceiv'd And I will it restore to them I doubt If some Men here should say the like then out VVould come an answer not like his the Poor English would say then first our Armes restore VVhich you unjustly tooke away by force Not paying what they cost us out of purse VVherewith by Gods blessing we did regaine This lost Kingdome and made you Lords in vaine Have we ventur'd our Lives and lost our Bloud To get Estates for you if this be good Requitall Judge yee sure it was not so That Isr'el answer'd Samuel No no They said thou hast not us defrauded not Oppressed us neither did'st thou take for A Babe ought of any mans hand the Lord And his Anoynted witness 't is our word This Med'cine may be fitt for the Trustees o th' Forty-Nine who by their licking Fees I 'le not say Bribes have got such vast Estates Makes Wise Men think of what the Vulgar prates The Green-Chamber bus'ness was but a Cheat Not well perceav'd their Jugling was so neat Till now we see theirs was an Army strange All Officers No Soldiers could they range In Muster-Rolls it seems they all were Slaine And their Dead-Pays toth ' Trustees now remaine This Med'cin's for the use of such as have A mind like Ahabs to whome his Wise gave Naboths Vineyard because it