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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B04342	News from Parnassus, in the abstracts and contents of three crown'd chronicles, relating to the three kingdoms of England, Scotland and Ireland. In a poem, divided into two parts : first, to the king, secondly, to the subjects of the said three kingdoms. Dedicated to His Majesty. / By a servant to Mars, and a lover of the muses, William Mercer.	Mercer, William, 1605?-1675?	1682 (1682)	Wing M1740; ESTC R180533	40,838	104

to do so do not grudge Such doings do deserve a deep deluge For I had rather been try'd and tyred tarrying Than come with Cargazon were not worth the carrying Most Sacred Sir ●f all the Muses of the Mount were mine Though they are noted for the Sacred nine And could they make Maeonides of me All my Inventions were but vanity Weigh'd with the Wisdom Solomon did reherse So often writing advice in every Verse Urging as 't were by Arguments to win Mens welfare So I humbly here begin ●eing prompted or rather timely tempted to What in obedience I am bound to do And that I would with Eagles Feathers fly To fetch fruition for your Majesty All which I say assembled at the Throne 〈◊〉 to assist my Resolution Were but to blame me to make bold to bring ●uch empty Emblems to encroach a King Though in the close they come like claps of Thunder Moving the Mountains both above and under Then seeing things in danger do confess Determin'd timely to make this address So I in duty and long date of days ●pprest my Pen till it in part displays Not sparing pains to put in rural Rhime The passages since first that fatal time There was a Cause cry'd up whose pregnant Pride Aspir'd three Kingdoms and three Crowns beside A Cause which Cause had it but been so us'd As some men meant though more men it abus'd It might done well but O when power takes place On pure pretence to spit God in the face What fearful fall doth follow Then let none Dare to invent works of Rebellion Against that God who gives so good a King To govern us with healing under his Wing Contrary causes produce effects conform As we beheld the late destructive storm So that I should not seek the Sacred nine Though they 'r avoucht through all the World Divine To help me here nor scale Parnassus Throne To fill my Quill in Holy Helicon Such glancing Glow-worms glittering in the dark By such Dark Lanthorns I may miss my mark Wherefore for aid since I this day am driven I 'll scale the Skies and have my help from Heaven Then to Jehovah not to Jove in jest I recommend my Muse to move at least And in a cause such crosses doth afford In pray'r at length must invocate the Lord My mighty maker then do thou inspire Such power in me my Tongue may never tire To tell the truth that Angel Lord allow Me that kept Eden then when Adam flew Forth from thy presence be thou present still Assisting me and work upon my will Such Sacred sense that equally to all Of whom I speak I prove Impartial Lord let thy Spirit penetrate by power And melt my Soul in a celestial shower To sing the secrets that concern the King Wrapt up in Clouds of carnal covering To which effect I humbly prostrate pray To prosper me in all I think to say And where a fault appears in my Expression In such a case connive at my Confession Which I will now in clear Characters raise Against my self and those are only these When of my Age I was but twelve and three I fled from School where few such follow'd me And serv'd an Emperour and in much ado I serv'd in Denmark and Gustavus too ●erv'd all the three but each of them one year ●ook never pay not sinning I may swear 〈◊〉 that it seems amongst so many men ●oss'd a Pike more than I spoil'd a Pen ●nd I may tell as truly too indeed ●writ much more by Millions than I read ●ot loving to get Learning nor remain 〈◊〉 School and now not greedy to get gain ●ow should I then or render Verse or Rhime ●roving so prodigal of my precious time Wherefore I hope albeit but bad excuses ●our Majesty hath meekness for such Muses Whence being but simple this present profit springs The perfect truth is taken from such things And so I shall in some degree go on To bring my Mite before my Monarchs Throne Though I say Mite unto your Majesty ●ll make the Mite a Mountain in your Eye And then again I shall some Mountains make Tremble when I have tyed them to the stake Great Sir then that Confusion may not fill This call'd the Abstract of my Chronicle Allow me leave to moderate my Muse So my constructions be not too abstruse That in a Method seeming meet to me Your Majesty may many Secrets see As in a Mirrour moral Miscreants Deeply dissembling as all such were Saints But as at first when all was only Chaos E're man was made God in himself foresaw us That when we are his Work would be in vain Man would in such Confusion fall again So also I first when I undertook Of such shrewd matter for to make a Book I did conjecture I the mark might miss As much indeed as I have done in this For I did in such sad confusion fall My Muse may make a Chaos of us all Yea and assum'd such zeal so on me too I for their sakes Idolatry did do And did as Saul once doubtless did in zeal But now at last I must as Paul appeal For even as Paul as Persecutor prov'd Being blind but then became the Lords belov'd So in blind zeal I prais'd as men appear'd But when I found my fond conjectures jeer'd Faithless Professors in their promise fail As Balaam's Beast then I began to rail Upon the Prophets but to reprehend Was work in vain and therefore in the end Things to resent said this That they might see Habet Musca splenem prov'd in me Neglecting those to whom they ne'r said no An Enemy would not be served so That when I view'd they wickedly would venture To add such Items to a bad Debenture Then I began a clear Account to cast And in the Close concluded this at last The persecutions not of all but even Out of a dozen I might draw eleven And so as Saul who when he saw the sin Pray'd to convert them that would scrape his skin So in my Book albeit forbearing those My Persecutors and I pray for foes Yet by so doing as Divines do read I may heap Coals of fire upon their head Wherefore in all humility I here In this Catalogue shall come something near To show by signs Wares at the Window vented Proclaiming worse within if not prevented My Chronicles tells clearly when it comes Of Webs that weaving wanted they the Thrums I say as did Diogenes in jest Then when he saw the greater Thieves in hast Running to see the lesser hang'd he laught And said the great Thieves should as Knaves be caught Both Throats and Thrums cut Webs then better would Fully unfolded keep us from the cold These things apply'd now in Parenthesis Much more make plain the meaning than of this So I return though in familiar stile To put in order all that 's in this Isle But here I only do by tokens tell 'um The Chronicle more Scholar-like can spell 'um So