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A56839 The shepheards oracles delivered in certain eglogues. By Fra: Quarles. Quarles, Francis, 1592-1644.; Quarles, Francis, 1592-1644. Shepheards oracle. aut 1645 (1645) Wing Q115A; ESTC R200445 54,381 150

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authentick If the Common Lawes Condemne our Right by vertue of that Clause Of heedlesse Forfeiture O then we fly To be reliev'd in the high Chancery That uncorrupted Court that now does rest In the great Chamber of the Assemblies brest Ther 's Iudgement there which idle heaps of gold Despaires to bribe and Conscience there unsold Poore Shepheards there shall find as faire accesse As Peers as Princes and as just redresse PHILAR. Heav'n be our great Protection and close Their suits-attending ears against all those Whom rayling Ignorance and frantick Zeale Hath only taught the way to say and seale And set their marks not having skill to shape A Letter or without a Lye to scape The danger of Non legit whose profession Is only to scorne Lambeth and discretion These be fit men Philorthus to descend Into these Lists sweet Champions to contend About these Myst'ries likely to confound Those famous Worthies that have searcht the ground Of sage Antiquity wherein of old The Government was wrapt and still enroll'd PHILAR. Come Shepheard come our great Assemblie's wise And for a while in policy complies With the rude Multitude who must have day To breath their humors which would else break way Like earth-imprisoned Aire whose sudden birth Startles the world and shakes the shivering earth It is the nature of the vulgar brest Still to mislike and count that State the best Which they enjoy not Pleas'd with Novelties They grow impatient of the old and prize What 's next in hope more happy in expectation Then when possest all fire to Alteration But Shepheard know our grave Assembly pryes Where they nere view'd and looks with clearer eyes Their wisdoms know what sudden Change portends Things rash begun too oft in danger ends But unavoided ruine daily waites On suddain change of fundamentall States PHILAR. I but Philorthus whilst the State complies With the tumultuous Vulgar tumults rise And rude disorder creeps into our plains Swains will be Shepheards Coblers will be Swains Flocks are disturb'd and pastures are defac'd Swains are despis'd and Shepheards are disgrac'd Orders are laught to scorn and in conclusion Our Kingdome 's turn'd a Chaos of confusion PHILOR. Why Shepheard there 's the Plot the surest way To take the Fish is give her leave to play And yeeld her Line He best can cure the Cause That marks th' effect Evill manners breed good Laws The wise Assembly knowing well the length Of the rude popular foot with what a strength The vulgar fancy still pursues the Toy That 's last presented leaves them to enjoy Their uncontrolled wils untill they tire And quickly surfeit on their own desire Whose wild disorders secretly confesse Needfull support of what they 'd most suppresse But who comes here Anarchus PHILAR. 'T is the same PHILOR. How like a Meteor made of zeal and flame The man appears PHILAR. Or like a blazing Star Portending change of State or some sad War Or death of some good Prince PHILAR. He is the trouble Of three sad Kingdomes PHILAR. Even the very Bubble The froth of troubled waters PHILOR. Hee 's a Page Fill'd with Errata's of the present Age PHILAR. The Churches Scourge PHILOR. The devils Enchiridion PHILAR. The Squib the Ignis fatuus of Religion But hee ' at hànd Anarchus what 's the newes PHILOR. In a Browne studie PHILAR. Speechlesse PHILOR. In a Muse ANAR. Man if thou be'st a Babe of Grace And of an holy Seed I will reply incontinent And in my words proceed But if thou art a Child of wrath And lewd in conversation I will not then converse with thee Nor hold communication PHILOR. I trust Anarchus wee all three inherit The selfe same Gifts and share the selfe same Spirit ANAR. Know then my brethren heav'n is clear And all the Clouds are gone The Righteous now shall flourish and Good dayes are comming on Come then my Brethren and be glad And eke rejoyce with me Lawn Sleeves and Rochets shall go down And hey then up goe we Wee 'l breake the windows which the Whore Of Babylon hath painted And when the Popish Saints are downe Then Barow shall be Sainted There 's neither Cr●sse nor Crucifixe Shall stand for men to see Romes trash and trump'ries shall goe downe And hey then up goe we What ere the Popish hands have built Our Hammers shall undoe Wee 'l breake their Pipes burn their Copes And pull downe Churches too Wee 'l exercise within the Gr●ves And teach beneath a Tree Wee 'l make a Pulpit of a Cart And hey then up goe wee Wee 'l down with all the Varsities Where Learning is profest Because they practise and maintain The Language of the Beast Wee 'l drive the Doctors out of doores And Arts what ere they be Wee 'l cry both Arts and Learning down And hey then up goe we Wee 'l down with Deans and Prebends too But I rejoyce to tell ye How then we will eat Pig our fill And Cap●n by the belly Wee 'l burn the Fathers witty Tomes And make the Schoole-men flee Wee 'l down with all that s●els of wit And hey then up go wee If once that Antichristian crew Be crusht and overthrown Wee 'l teach the Nobles how to croutch And keep the Gentry down Good manners have an evill report And turns to pride we see Wee 'l therefore cry good manners down And hey then up goe wee The name of Lord shall be abhorr'd For every man 's a brother No reason why in Church or State One man should rule another But when the change of Government Shall set our fingers free Wee 'l make the wanton Sisters stoop And hey then up go we Our Coblers shall translate their soules From Caves obscure and shady Wee 'l make Tom T as good as my Lord And Joan as good as my Lady Wee 'l crush and fling the marriage ring Into the Romane See Wee 'l ask no bands but even clap hands And hey then up goe wee PHILAR. Heaven keep such vermin hence If sinfull dust May boldly chuse a punishment and trust Their own desires let Famine Plague or Sword A treacherous friend or what is more abhorr'd A foolish false contentious wife first seise On our sad souls then such wilde beasts as these ANAR. Surely thou art an Hypocrite A lewd false-hearted Brother I find thou art a Childe of Rome And smell the whore thy Mother PHILOR. Away false varlet come not nere my flocks Thou taint'st my pastures Neither Wolfe nor Fox Is halfe so furious They by stealth can prey Perchance upon a Lambe and so away But thy blood-thirsty malice is so bold Before my face to poison all my fold I warn thee hence come not within my list Be still what thou art thought a Separatist ANAR. Thou art the spawn of Antichrist And so is this thy Brother Thou art a man of Belial And he is such another I say thou art a Priest of Baal And surely I defie thee To Satan I will leave thy soul And never more come nigh thee PHILAR. A gentle riddance O may never crosse Fall heavier on this Land then such a losse PHILOR. But think'st thou Swain the great Assemblies eye Beholds not these base Sycophants that lye Close gnawing at the root as well as those That with the Romish Axe strike downright blows On the main body of Religions tree Think'st thou their sharp ey'd Providence can see The Chamber Councels and the close designes Of forain Princes and their secret Mines Of State Invention Can their wisedomes rome Through all the world and yet be blinde at home No no Philarchus the Assemblies hand Feels but as yet the Pulses of the Land Seeks out the ev'll and with a skilfull eye Enquiers where the peccant humours lye But when th' apparent Symptomes shall disclose The certain griefs that vex and discompose Our universall Body then no doubt Their active Wisdomes soon will cast about To make a glorious Cure which shall enhance Heav'ns greater glory settle and advance The rest of groaning Sion to th' encrease Of their own honour and great Britains peace PHILAR. My bended knee shall never rise till then PHILOR. Heav'n nere shall rest till Heav'n shall say Amen FINIS * Numb. 6.23