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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A66746	Campo-musæ, or The field-musings of Captain George VVither touching his military ingagement for the King ann [sic] Parliament, the justnesse of the same, and the present distractions of these islands.	Wither, George, 1588-1667.	1643 (1643)	Wing W3145; ESTC R222288	41,516	83

House almost in ev'rie place With Cries and Teares and Loud-complaints we meet And each one thinks his own the saddest case But what are private Losses while we view Three famous Kingdoms wofully expos'd To miserable Ruine and so few Lament that plague wherewith we are inclos'd My self and my estate I shall contemne Till we in freedome sing our Syon-Songs Till we have peace in our Ierusalem And Church and State have what to them belongs For what to these are Oxen Sheep and Kine Or any losse that is but your or mine But how should we have Peace or Consolation Whence can it come whilst each of us neglects The meanes of such a blessed expectation And from bad Causes looks for good effects Who yet repents who all alone bewailes His private sins Or since this Tempest rose Hath taken down one furle of his proud failes That we the publike Vessell might not lose Few of us yet have truely laid aside Our Self-conceit our Envies or our Spleene Our Avarice our Wilfulnesse or Pride And doubtlesse whilst among us these are seene In vaine we hope our miseries will cease In vaine we look for Comfort Truth or Peace Give me Oh God! give me those moving teares Those deep-fet sighes and those prevailing groanes Which may have powre to pierce through all the Spheres And fetch downe Pitie for distressed-ones Give me enough for one that would deplore The sins of three great Nations and lament For his own share a little world-full more Which he too long deferred to repent Give me those Teares that acceptable be Such as on Syons evil day were shed Such as in bottles are preserv'd by thee Such as were dropt when Lazarus was dead Such as if Teares might so much virtue have May three great Kingdoms from destruction save Help us to that Peace-Offring whence may fume Into thy nostrils that sweet-smelling savour Whereby thy Majestie may re-assume These Kingdoms once again into thy favour With holy Charmes thou hast delighted bin For when in mournfull Elegies to thee The Son of Iesse did bewaile his sin From all his guilt thy grace did set him free Why may not then to me for whose example Thy Spirit hath his piety recorded Having within my heart thy Inner-Temple Compos'd a Song like mercie be afforded In hope it shall to thee O Gracious-God My Spirit groaneth forth this mournfull Ode ALas how darkesome be How gloomy and how dim Thy Privic-lodgings LORD in me Which Ioy was wont to trim What Ghosts are they that haunt The Chambers of my breast And when I sleep or comfort want Will give my heart no rest Me thinks the sound of grones Are ever in mine eare Deepe-graves Deaths-heads and Charnel-bones Before me still appear And when a sleep I fall In hope to finde some ease My dreames to me are worst of all And fright me more then these Ah me why was I borne So late or why soone To see so bright so cleare a Morne So black an Afternoone What in my youth I fear'd What was long since foretold And oft with scornes and sleightings heard Fulfild I now behold The Queene of Europes Iles The Princesse of her Lands Late happy in thy loving smiles Now neer to ruine stands For by their Crying-sins Prince Peers and People too Have brought their feet into those Gins Which no man can undoe Our Cunningst-wits have tride To help untwist the Snare But when they thought the cords would slide They more insnarled were And since it is not words That can our Peace restore We now betake us to our Swords And make the mischief more How great is our distresse How grievous is our sin That eve'ry thing doth more increase The Plague that we are in There is yet LORD in thee A meanes of ease and aid Whereby we sav'd from that might be Whereof we are afraid O God! thy helpe command For humane helpes are vaine And in compassion to this Land Returne thou once again And if so much regard May to my suit be showne Let me behold this Tempest clear'd Before my Sun go down O LORD return with mercy to these Lands Give not thy Glory over to the Foe Leave not thy Churches in their bloodie hands Who seek in this thy Kingdoms overthrow Returne before our Spoilers hand have laid On ev'rie pleasant ev'ry pretious thing Before the Lyons on thy Lambs have preyd Before they shall thy Flocks to ruine bring Before our habitations do appeare Like heaps of Rubbish or the ploughed earth Before our pleasant fields and gardens are Like Fornace-Fels or Highlands in the North And e're our palaces late neat and trim Are made the walks and haunts of Zim and Iim Once more once more oh GOD in mercie heare These miserable Pleas of whose neare fall Their neighb'ring Foes in expectation are And to behold it on each other call Thy foes they are oh LORD as well as our Oh! give not therefore way to their despight Let not their malice nor our sins have powre Upon our Tombes to build up their delight Though they Divide permit them not to Raigne But let our Head and Bodie so accord That we the stronger may be knit againe And in their bosome sheath our angrie Sword For our blest reconcilement further shall Thy Churches triumphs and their Babels fall Their date is neare if I aright have hit The meaning of that Number which by thee Was left to trie the strength of everie wit Which longs the fall of Antichrist to see To Them I turn my speech and thus dare say His Friends and Helpers are now moving on The cunningst plot that they have left to play And when that 's past their game will quite be done Some SAINTS their policie will so beguile That they to their Design shall furth'rance bring Yea they shall help it forward for a while Who favour not the Persons nor the Thing But lest your hearts may faile through long delay Give ear and heed what now my Muse will say That yeer in which ROMES long-liv'd Empeire Shall from the day wherein it was at height Sum up M D C L X V and I In order as these Letters here I write That Yeare that Day that Houre will be the date Of her continuance preserving neither Top Root or Branch of that accursed State Nor Head nor Bodie Limb Horne Claw or Feather For here are all the Numerals of ROME In order as they are in valuation Which cannot make a lesse or greater sum Without Disorder Want or Iteration Nor can she longer stand or sooner fall If I mistake not Him who governs all By Number Weight and Measure worketh He Allotting to each thing the Bound and Season Which may both correspond with his Decree And somewhat also suit with Humane-Reason In AEgypt thus a certain time of stay Was to the seed of Iacob there assign'd Thus likewise to a fore-appointed day The raigne of Baltashazar was confin'd Thus from the time of Daniels supplication Till CHRIST

have hope our safeties to enjoy When they are still his Counsell who intend Our lawfull Rights and Freedoms to destroy And thither all their force and cunning bend Is true Religion like to be maintain'd While they who innovated every day And have their old Affections yet retain'd Are kept in hope their former parts to play Or can we think the Popish Generation Are arm'd for our Religions preservation Can we have in us either heart or braines If we believe this when to mind we call How great a multitude of souls complains Which in the Irish-Massacre did fall If we propose before our ears and eyes The horrid murthers of our brethren there Their fears their sad destractions and their cries When by their Butchers they surprised were How terrible it was when they beheld Their bloudy neighboure rudely rushing in And saw perhaps their dear companions kild By those with whom they had familiar bin Yea saw before they doubted cause of feare A murth'rer or a mischief ev'ry-where If we remember that the mazed Father And trembling mother in the winter-night Were forc'd in hast without their cloaths to gather Their children up and with them take their flight Through fields and boggs and woods with naked feet Lesse fearing thirst and hunger frost and snow Then with those cursed Edomites to meet Who neither manhood nor compassion know If we consider why they first began Their hellish Tragedie how great a flood In ev'ry Irish Town and Village ran Of harmlesse Protestant and English blood How in their tortures and their fears they joy'd And what great numbers they had soon destroy'd If we consider this and that a Nation So bloudy-minded and professing too A worship which is our Abomination Should by His Majesty be favour'd so That after all their mischiefe all their spoile And cruelties committed in that Land They should be called over to this I le To kisse with good respect the Royall-hand Can we these things consid'ring symptomes finde That ought for us but mischiefe is intended To soule and body Can we have a minde So sottish as to hope to be befriended In our Religion by the Kings protection While such as these have place in his affection Maintaineth he our Lawes as he hath sworn VVhen he maintains Law-breakers in despight Of common equity And as in scorn Of Justice at the root of Law doth smite Or doth he keep his Oath though he alone Allowes of Lawes enacted heretofore If he to us denies as he hath done VVhat might secure the common safety more Or hath he done his duty in denying His and the Kingdomes Counsell to embrace Or in imprudent and unjust complying VVith Parasites to his and their disgrace Or valuing men of Rascall Reputations Before the wisest of three noble Nations No change in Church or Commonwealth we crave But what Gods Word and Reason shall allow That we are bound to seek and ought to have And what that is hereafter you shall know Our Churchmens honour we envied not But could what they enjoyed have allow'd Had it been rightly us'd and fairly got But they have long been lazie false and proud And I foretold them many years agoe The course they took in hope thereby to stand Should cause their fall And if it now be so It is the work of God Almighties hand And since it proves their honour did them hurt I am content to see it in the durt The King is not obliged to uphold Their outward pomp when his great Counsell shall Inform that if the same abide it should It may become the ruining of all Him doth his Oath or Place ingage to cherish A rotten Member though by doing so The whole Republike may grow sick and perish Or Piety receive her overthrow Or should we fancie that the Law intended This Realmes whole Body should not be believ'd When they complain'd of that which them offended And told which way they best might be reliev'd Or can he think his Oath he broken had When they shall him acquit for whom 't was made When on the Prelates Law did first confirme Their Dignities the common-people thought They came from God so wisely they could charme To compasse for themselves the things they sought And ev'ry age brought forth a man or two Whose knowledge and whose piety made way For them who came another work to do And whose first founder now discern we may Then since we now discover them to be Not Christs Apostles as we once beleev'd But Engines for the Papall Monarchie And hypocrites by whom we were deceiv'd VVhy should we now suppose we do them wrong To take away what they have kept too long VVhy should we think it sacriledge or sin To take both wealth and dignities away From those to whom they never due have bin From such as would the Cause of CHRIST betray VVhy should his Jewels by his Foes be worn VVhy on his bread should Droans and Robbers feed To cloath a wolf why should a sheep be shorn Or they be spar'd whose fall is fore-decreed Let them learn true humility of CHRIST And studie how in Spirit to be poore Their earthly honours will not then be mist Their want of wealth will be a want no more And they shall honour GOD and blesse the day In which he took their needlesse trash away It is my grief that I am forc'd to bring Those Reasons of defence which may appear Reflecting on the honour of the King VVhich keep I would from all aspersions clear But his dear Favourites have blended so His Acts with their designes and their with his That we their malice cannot fully show VVithout some touch on what he doth amisse And that consider'd makes their fault the greater And Him though their ill-service he approve To them for what they claime the lesse their debter Because his Honour they but little love For till these times though Courtiers plaid the k●… They sav'd their Honours who them sought to sa●… But whatsoever by the Parliament Or by my PEN he seemeth to have lost In point of Honour if he shall assent To that which will be nothing to his cost But rather for his profit let the same Be at my hands requir'd unlesse I shall Finde out not onely means whereby his Name Shall publikely stand faire and clear from all Dishonourable staines but also shew How his may all his Predecessors glory Out-shine and leave to times that shall ensue An everlasting honourable Story Which to believe me thinks he should be mov'd Since all I yet fore-told him true hath prov'd GODS will be done within whose pow'rfull hands The hearts of Princes are and let us wait With patience till for us his Grace commands That aid which makes things crooked to be straight Meane-while we must not those just means neglect VVhich to the publike safety may pertaine Nor cease from doing good though an effect Not purpos'd make him causlesly complaine Our Cause we must expostulate that We May to the