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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
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

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

have wee More sad then these sad days surviv'd to see How is the guilt of our forefathers crimes Reveng'd on us in these distracted times How is the Shepheards honour that while ere Shone like the morning Star and did appeare To all the world like Heraulds to make known Th' approaching Glory of the rising Sun How is that honour dim how is her light Clouded in shades of Ignorance and night How is our Calling sleighted and that power Our Master lent us threatned every hower How are our worried Names become the scorn Of every base Mechanick rent and torn In every vulgar mouth reproacht and made Delinquents judg'd by every triviall Trade How are our persons scorn'd contemn'd revil'd Nay even by him whose schoole-instructed child Ieers at his ignorance and oft by him Whose sinking fortunes teaches how to swim With zealous Bladders being apt to steale Advantage from the times and trade in zeale How are wee growne the By-word of the land Commanded now where late we did command Prest like a Vintage banded like a Ball Despis'd of many and dispris'd of all PHILOR. True my Philarchus Shepheards never found So hard a time Ah fortune never frown'd So sterne till now Presumptuous Ignorance Had nere till now the boldnesse to advance Her beetle browes or once to tread the Stage Of this blest Island in so bright an Age But ah when Lights grow dim and dull what hand Can keepe out darkenesse who can countermand The melancholy shades of ugly night When heaven wants Lamps or when those Lamps want light Come Shepheard come here 's none but Thee and I We taxe the Times but could the Times reply They 'd vindicate their evils and lay their crimes On us poore Shepheards that thus taxe the Times Had we burnt bright had our refulgent Rayes Given lustre to the world and fill'd our dayes With glorious brightnesse how had darknesse found A place for entrance where could shadowes ground Their ayery errands or what soule could taint Our Sun-bright names what evill could cause complaint How blest how more then blest had Shepheards been Had Shepheards beene so happy to have seen But their owne happinesse Had the waxen wings Of their ambitious thoughts not aym'd at things Beyond their pitch Had they beene wise to move In their owne Orbes and not like Phaeton rove Through the wild Labyrinth of th' Olympick tower And search'd the secrets of too vast a power Their Glory had not found so short a Date Nor caus'd combustion in so calme a State PHILAR. Admit all this Philorthus for who can Consider frailty and not thinke of Man Shall some few staines in the full Lampe of night Cry downe the Moone and wooe the Stars for light What if thy too neglected Soile abound With noysome Weeds wilt thou disclaime the ground Or wouldst thou dry the earths full breast that feeds Thy fragrant Flowers because it fosters Weeds Ah my Philorthus thus the cause now stands With us poore Swaynes The power of our hands Entrusted there by our all-wise God Pan To whom the frailties of collapsed Man Was knowne too well for some disorders growne Among us Swaines is cry'd is voted downe And that fair Livelyhood that late maintain'd Those love-preserving Festivals which chain'd Our mutuall hearts in links of love which clad The naked Orphan and reliev'd the sad Afflicted widow and releas'd the bands Of the lean Prisoner grip'd with the hard hands Of his too just oppressor this they say Is to be shortned if not snatcht away PHILOR. Ah gentle Shepheard heaven ah heavens forefend Those Tydes should ebb that flow to such an end But some we fear bin more corrupt then so They 'r two things what they should what they do PHILAR. True my Philorthus some lewd Swains there bee That have more Bags then Bowels that can see Pale misery panting at their Lordly gates Answerd with Statutes and repulsive Rates Whose hard whose Adamantine eare can brook The sad Complaints of those who cannot look Beyond the Prospect of consuming Grief Without Remorse at all without Relief Whose wanton tables deckt with costly fare Pamper their idle bodies and prepare Oyl for their lust whose craving thoughts made poore With too much wealth condemn themselves to more And such they be Philorthus whose lewd fames And lives have poyson'd the illustrious names Of reverend Shepheards whose ambitious pride Hath brought contempt and made the world deride What late it honour'd now disdain'd abhorr'd By whom they were as much ere while ador'd Ah Shepheard these are they whose vain ambition Made us sad Partners in the worlds derision But that which wounds my soul beyond redresse And aggravates my grief above excesse Those Past'rall staves wherewith those reverend Sages Of former times have rul'd so many ages And by a settled Government exilde Confus'd disorder the prodigious Childe Of factious Anarchie Those Rods of power That rul'd our Swains by day and did secure Their Folds by night are threatned from our hands And all our Flocks to bow to new Commands PHILOR. It cannot be the great Assembly 's wise Has many Heads and twice as many Eyes Eyes bright as day that view both things and times Fast clos'd to persons open to their crimes Judgement nor Fancy moves in that bright Sphere There are no Ends no by-Respects are there The care of Truth and zeal of publique Rest Rests in their restlesse their united brest Heav'n be their Guide and may their pains encrease Heav'ns glory and this glorious Islands peace Ah thinkst thou Shepheard their heav'n-guided heart Will venture to decline his ways or start From Heav'ns Example Heav'n was pleas'd to beare With very Sodom had but ten been there That had been righteous loath to mixe the blood Of guilty thousands with some few of good No question Shepheard but the enormous crimes Of our Profession heightened with the times Are foule enough nor could such Actions lye Conceal'd and clos'd before so cleare an Eye And being seene how could they choose but grate The groaning Feoffees of our tottering State How could our growing greatnesse choose but blow And quicken up their zealous flames or how Could our untam'd Ambition hope to stand Against the power of so great a hand But they are just and wise and wisdome still Shews rather what it can then what it will When publick Iustice threatens it propounds Way for amendment rather then confounds And far lesse cost and dammage vvill ensue To vveed old Gardens then to dig a nevv PHILAR. True Shepheard But they plead for want of dressing Our Garden 's forfeited and they are pressing Hard for Reentry They have seal'd a Deed Vpon the ground intending to proceed Next Tearme t' Ejectment by which means they 'l stand A new possest and re-enjoy the Land PHILOR. Shepheard we hold in Terme from great god Pan His Counsell drew the Lease If wiser Man Can find a flaw our weaknesse must appeale To Pan's Vicegerent He will vouch the seale Faire and