proudly say That he will never any King obey His will is that which for a Law shall stand The greatest King must yeeld to his Command That Court whose pride unto such height is Tric't Is sure therein a very Antichrist And every one of Antichrist a Limbe Who hoyseth Sailes and doth his Tacklings trimme Like men of Warre such Actions to defend As do against his King and Countrey bend Your Preachers your seditious Preachers are The Whelps that crie up this Rebellious Warre And say if the Kings party overcome Woe to us all the Kingdom is undone And Popery then the upper-hand shall have This this deer Brâ—thren all the Papists crave Withstand them then prevent our misery Which will be wrought by Papall Tyranny Our Laws will all be then quite overturned And Christ's deer Flock with fire and Fagot burned Let all good Christians then as Scripture saith With might and main strive to defend the Faith Religions Cause is that we have in hand This to defend 'gainst King and Keâ—sar stand Gods word doth warrant that in Cases such We cannot shew our love and zeal too much Such lies they do with monstrous zeal expresse And non-sence words and that in great excâ—sse They box their Desks and Pulpits bottom stamp Are drawn awry as with Convulsions Cramp If loud and fast their lying Tales they tell Thâ—y 〈◊〉 Chuâ—ch men Prâ—â—â—h most monstrous well These are the zealous men for so they 'r call'd That have 〈◊〉 so dangerouâ—â—y â—enthrali'd These and thâ—â— followers full of zeal Igrant But all true â—nowledge and discretion want And hence it is they in their zeal desire To set and see the Kingdom all on fire Yet some thing else Rebellion goes about Which is to root our Kingdoms Honour out The many headed Beast sole Rule would have Our Honour then lies buried in that Grave A Noble people once the English were And did aloft their Honour Nobly beare And shall we now dishonourably choose New shame to get and Antient Honour loose From best to worst from Monarchy to fall To Oligarchy bafest Rule of all Brave Noble mindes in England Nobly bred O're us to Rule Let not that Hydra's head King Charles advance to 's Honours him restore And state this Kingdom as it was before With this let all most wisely be content And strive no more for change of Government Their seeking so the thing for which they sought Hath a most miserable ruine brought Upon this Land The Kingdom rent and torn Is like a City ruin'd and forlorn Those things which did her Glory best adorn Rebellion spoiles and makes of them a scorn Those two most famous Vniversities Fair Englands Beauty and her Starre-bright eyes From whence there did such glorious Lights arise As that the splendour of their glorious shine Did spread it self through every Zone and Clime In all the world Is 't not a wonderous sight To see as now that Sunne-like shining light To be Eclips't whose once most heavenly rayes Was honoured with such deserved praise Those goodly Halls and Stately Colledges The Seed-plots of the liberall Sciences The fountain-heads of every pleasant spring About whose Banks did all the Muses sing Where Schollers liv'd and some so wondrous rare As might for learning with the world compare From whence was wont into the Church to flow Those blessed means which made her glory grow And bring forth fruit of greatest dignity A Reverend Grave and Learned Ministry Who being Orthodox with Spirit bold The Truth 'gainst Romes false Doctrines did uphold But now our Church whoso but looks upon her Shall see her rob'd of all her pristine Honour And Schollers are enforc't to lay aside Their learned Books and for themselves provide As Souldiers furnished in compleat Arms To shield themselves from present threatned harms And save their lives and all their Colledge-Lands Out of the reach of Rebels spoyling hands No Heathens yet would once dare to deface Their Idol-Gods nor to the ground to raze Their Pagan Temples But we now farre worse Then they have rob'd our God and brought a curse Upon us all which may cradicate Our Kingdoms Glory and so leave her state As wholly ruin'd waste and desolate And this to do Rebell on doth not stay But runneth on even in the ready way For next the Church what did our Kingdom grace They seek to spoile and utterly deface The Innes of Chanâ—â—ry and Innes of Court Where Englands Gentry used to resort And study there that they might wisely learn All points of Law with Judgement to discern Those Houses where the Ancients ruled so As all did in a comely order go And able were a King to entertain With Honours due unto his Royall train These all our Honour greatly did augment They did in them a kind of state present Which did the glory of our Land advance Now spoyled by Obnoxious Ignorance Laws Divine Humane Civill Common all Are troden down by force Tyrannicall T is then high time we should our sinnes repent For they are cause of all our punnishment But now because a present bloody broyle The Peace of England doth destroy and spoile What may be done a Peace for to restore To King and Kingdom nothing wisht for more Why This to do I nothing will invent But what I learn by actuall president Romes self it seemes doth now desire a Peace And that all Warres in Christian world may cease Since Gregory the first Surnam'd the Great Vrban the 8th who sate in Romes high seat Of all their Bishops was the very best His like was never found among the rest And this I think of him that suâ—e he would Have been a Protestant if that he could He doubtlesse lov'd a Protestant in 's heart And would not 'gainst them take the Papists part In Germane Warres he nothing would decree On either part but wish't they might agree For whil'st they striv'd each other to confound No Peace could grow out of so bad a ground Experience taught Romes Church this Truth to know When as their Priests did seeds of Treason sow And thereby spoil'd the Protestant Estate And did Reformed Churches ruinate The Plots whereby they kept so great a coyle Themselves thereby at last did chiefly spoile A Peacefull way Romes Bishop then intended Which was of all the best to be commended In outward form the Papists well may stand With Protestants affording friendships hand Each unto other That French Cardinall Who sought a Peace most wisely to enstall In that French Kingdoms Royall Government About that work he with such wisdom went As that by him the Protestants protected Their Faiths Allegiance never was suspected For they themselves did as good Subjects bear Unto their King He had no cause to fear Them any whit at all For as was meet They ready were down at their Soveraigns Feet To lay their lives their Countreys Peace to gain For this they would themselves to th' utmost strain There now when Protestants and
he no Brownist is No Is he not He is as bad or worse As now appears by his Rebellious course Though Brownists from our Church do separate They cannot thereof overthrow the state So dangerously as those amongst us staying Who still appear our Churches Peace betraying Here the Triumviri which first begin To lead the way unto Rebellions sin Are Burton Bastwick and their brother Prynne The stinking Sink of honoured Lincolnes-Inne These three the Church and Common-wealth would sway All men of greatest Understanding They Would seem to see all dangers imminent And seeming ones with mischief to prevent These lay their Plot upon which ground now stands The Armies of Rebellions armed hands I know them all and for them have been sad To see that they no more discretion had In every thing that counsell is not just Which thus prescribeth To be sure mistrust Mov'd by meere jealousies the more 's their guilt They throw down Out-works where no Fort is built For what they saw they should not so have spoken The Lyon sleeps when yet his eyes are open There was a care Romes Popery to withstand Even in those things which then were tool in handâ— Yet they crie out Saile not too neer Romes Gates Lest Popery prevaile thus talk't these Mates Those that would in the way of Truth prevaile Must sailing unto Heav'n by Hells Gates saâ—â—e And yet their course in all things wisely steere As Rocks and Shelves and Sands they never feare The Churches Ship in this worlds Sea thus sailing 'gainst Rocks Shelves and Sands shall be prevailing And those that thus in sailing wisely strive At last in Heavens fair Haven shall arrive But they so ill a course like wise-ones took As on a Dangerous Rock the Ship is strook And must into a generall shipwrack fall If this Rebellious Warre continue shall In which thou Brown a great Commander art And Brownist art in taking of their part But all this while I cannot but admire What things they are these Rebels do require Is it the true Religion to uphold This to defend our King is wondrous bold His Royall person into th' Field to bring And to his Subjects say Behold your King Compleat in Arms Religion to defend And for the same his dearest blood to spend And in this Cause Prince Charles with valiant spirit Doth nobly seek true Honours fame to merit And in th' atchievement of this glorious work We may behold the Princely Duke of York This sight but seen should make Rebellion cease And move all Subjects to embrace a Peace So often offered by his Royall Grace Why should not this in every Heart take place If in this warre the Royall blood be spilt Can England ever wash away the guilt What is your ayme All Papists out to root Is this the mark whereat your minds do shoot This but suspected Papists on their Guard Would stand and so your Market might be marr'd They do not want the best Intelligence There 's not a Kingdom but they hear from thence And whatsoere against them is debated Is by some speedy means to them related And sure it is that they did understand Three Kingdoms Schismaticks joyn'd hand in hand A strong Rebellion by degrees to raise Whose first beginning should be Scotlands praise And in that work although most closely arted The Papists knew they chiefly should have smarted Have been destroyed every Mothers Child At best should be perpetually exil'd This Myne perceiv'd a Counter Myne was wrought Which to effect in Ireland first was brought Not Papists there they Schismaticks did call As here not Schismaticks were Papists all First Irelands Myne did spring and up were blown The Protestants of English Nation Thus did this bloody Warre take its beginning From Web of woe our Schismaticks were spinning For Papists Now when Ireland thus brâ—ke forth Resolved to go on by Vow and Oath Our Parliament was trusted to addresse Some present means Rebellion to suppresse And Moneys raised were to this intent That presently an Army should be sent To Ireland but then suddenly did break Rebellion forth here mongst our selves to speak The Truth contrived long before Rebellion here increasing more and more By Moneys here for Irelands cause collected An home-bred sad Rebellion was protected Which spareth no mans lively-hood nor life But strikes at all and still doth grow more riâ—e Wherein our good King Charles hath saddest share His sorrows being deep beyond compare His Royall Heart from grief to grief proceeding To see that all his Kingdoms lye a bleeding Herewith when as my mourning Muse had met Teers from my eyes my blotted Papers wet The more because Our King still offer'd Peace Yet Rebels would not from Rebellion cease What hearts have they whence do they draw their might 'gainst King so good can any subject fight But next unto pretens'd Religions cause They say they fight for to maintain the Laws Of Englands Kingdom and the Subjects Right For these they bring their Armies forth to fight O shamelesse boldnesse that dares this averre When all the Kingdoms Laws by this their Warre They overthrow so much as in them lies T' uphold the Kingdoms Laws His Majesties Great Care is known he nothing more desires The Magna Charta's that which he requires Should stand in force of Englands Laws the ground And in that Magna Charta there is found A solemn Curse which doth most sharply speak 'gainst those who shall our Laws foundation break Though not pronounc'd at our Great Courts down setting Yet still it speaks a Curse on those begetting Who shall our Kingdoms National Laws destroy And Childrens Children may that Curse enjoy But this Rebellion Subjects Right doth seek As it the former doth for both alike Are over-thrown by it The Laws maintain The Subjects Right by Law the Subjects gain Their just propriety in every thing This to uphold our just and righteousse King Commands his Judges wherein if they faile The Law doth then against themselves prevaile Faine would the King at White-Hall Palace be That thence he might his Reverend Judges see In Order each unto their Courts to passe O what a singular blessed sight it was For Christ himself doth say Kings reign by me I Judges make my Justice to decree The King and Judges out of this way kept The Kingdom is of her just Laws bereft Who are they then that Subjects Right debarre The King or those that 'gainst the King make Warre Admit some wrongs 'gainst Law the Subjects grieved Were they not by our Gracious King relieved In those last Statutes which he pleas'd to make But now for making Laws new wayes we take The Subject dares against his Soveraigns will Make Laws what Age can president such ill That lawlesse man the Antichrist of Rome Within the bounds of Law will never come Divine and Humane Laws he breaks them all And Ruleth by a power Tyrannicall He standing on high terms doth
That they should dare a seeming shâ—w to make As if they did all for Religions sake When true Religion never yet durst take Up Arms against Gods annointed and forsake The word of truth Religions onely stay Which doth command all Subjects to obay Their King And rules he ill or well They must not dare against Him to Rebell When Heathen Kings the Christian world did sway For them the Christians did most humbly pray And low obedience to their Thrones did yeeld And herein they Religions Law fulfill'd Th' Apostate Iulian had his Armies He Of Christians there might many thousands see Of force sufficient him to have depos'd Obedience yet their Christian hearts inclos'd To datelesse shame he makes himself a debter Rebelling 'gainst a Christian King none better But Christians now unto Religions shame Rebellion shrowd under Religions Name And do by this their foule and vile transgression Most fouly wrong the Protestants profession Shall Protestants such as be of thy Faction Gainst holy truth maintain each Popish Action Hast thou a Bull sent from the Roman Sea That makes thee bold to plead Rebellions plea Is this the way to keep out Popery Accurs'd is all your foule Hypocrisy A door most wide to let Romes Popery in Is opened by thy Hands The more 's thy sinne Both Church and Common-wealth to over-throw No other fruit forth from thy Root can grow Thy factious Teachers in thy mind have bred That error which hath thee so much mis-led Yes without doubt for of them there 's a swarm Whose stinging doth both King and Kingdom harm A faithfull Minister as Christ should Preach And not repugn what Christ himself doth teach Give unto God that which is Gods do this And unto Cesar give what Cesar's is Christ King of Kings in him 't is Gods Command Who are they then that dare against him stand Whos'ever shall against his mandates speak With Rod of Iron he 'l them in peeces break To give to God what 's Gods they vainly trie Who what is Cesar's Cesar doth deny For God and for my King good Subjects say And so indeed good Subject should obay And with this truth our Humane laws comply Gainst God our King his Crown and Dignity Offenders sinne Enditements fram'd are so The Guilty found from Barre to Gallows go And whether then think you should they be sent Who with full purpose of their wills intent Rob God himself when they his Churches spoile And 'gainst their King keep a Rebellious coyle In Robbing him of all his proper own By Sea and Land Ships Castles Towns all known Unto his Crown most justly to belong Offenders when endited for such wrong Must they not needs thereof be guilty found In this leâ— Law the following sentence sound The Danger such what is 't that hope doth bring But onely this the mercy of their King Our King so good and mercifull to see Shall he without all mercy used be By Subjects â—Tis a work so mercilesse No Tongue nor penne can to the full expresse And use Religions name for their excuse No heathen story can the like produce Now sure that man doth make his shot the worse Which makes Religion but his stalking Horse Earl Manchester wilt thou a gunning go Among those gunners workers of our woe What folly nay what fury makes thee then To rank thy self among the worst of men Whose foul dishonour Trump of Fame hath whirld With shames report even round about the world Although some Lords their lost Estates when viewing Will raise themselves upon their Countreys ruine 'T is not thy cause an Earls Estate thou hast And never did'st thy substance vainly waste By any loose or riotous expence No no thy breeding baâ—â—es thee that offence Yet now thou do'st a fouler sinne commit And do'st thy God thy King and self forget When impiously thou fully do'st intend In this bad Warre thy whole Estate to spend Didst thou but spend on wanton vanity Thou then should'st be but thine own Enemy But spending it upon Rebellions part To King and Countrey Enemy thou art But see thy self consult with thy own mind Who will not see then such there 's none more blind Search the Records and truth of History And learn to know and that for certainty What shew so'ere may varnish thy intent Thy actions are with high Rebellion bent Against thy King and thou shalt find them then To be against the Laws of God and Men If so thou do thy judgement then advance And be not led by impure Puritants Now though I know they Calvin do alledge And on their part his reputation pledge I will make bold in that which I have read To shew his words to no such sense will lead His Institutions Fourth Book neer the end Last Section saving one his words are penn'd Whose entrance Orthodox divinely sings The Soveraign power of annointed Kings His Song in Magistracies name he sets And willingly the name of Kings forgets Democracy 'gainst Monarchy doth stand Geneva so mis-led their Calvins hand As man might Calvin into error fall The Proverb is wise Bernard sees not all And Calvin to himself hath got this gain His vertues pride and Avarice did stain But when to change his note he doth begin A peradventure brings his matter in And of the power of three estates he speaks And thereby all the Laws divine he breaks For this I 'me sure he can no warrant bring That Subjects may bear Arms against their King For any cause what 's ever they pretend As private ones may not therein offend So no Authority of Subjects must Or can allowed be their King to thrust From lawfull Rights belonging to his Crown Kings do not grant a power to throw down Themselves nor raise they any Court so high Themselves of Kings to make no Kings thereby The power of Kings though Calvin's fourth Book speaketh i th' former part yet in the last he breaketh What he before with weighty reasons taught And they who have by him occasion â—ought To make his words with force and power be bent Gainst present state of Englands Government To King and State they proudly offer wrong A question then may stay their clamorous tongue Where is the King that rules by Tyranny That down doth trample his poor Comminalty Our good King Charles his Commons to content Hath given them a Trienniall Parliament A Royall favour never given before Should we not therefore love our King the more And those last Acts made with our Kings consent Are powerfull Objections to prevent And shew his Subjects that in Royall love He would from them all grievances remove The Commons and those trusted by them then May find just cause to rest contented men And Calvins words not spoken to his praise Can give no cause Commotions up to raise To make such Laws our King is well content As may consist with Monarchs Government And now my Lord our noble mind to move With fervency desired Peace to love Your Honour may
to winâ—e The Proveth bids us to remember this One day a Mother and a Step-dame is But yet me thinks that erring Knight should see The hand of God his providence to be The working cause that made him then to flie Even when he thought t'have gain'd the victory For into Bristoll newes there Posting flies That he by Conquest had driv'n to Devise His old Comrade a Noble Generall On whom a sudden Accident did fall That to Devise did cause him to retire Which made Sir William's Pride such height aspire That he presum'd and so his braggs did make In three dayes space the Town Devise to take And unto Bristoll as a Prisoner bring That Noble Knight prov'd faithfull to his King But in the ruffe of that his swelling pride God did for him in Justice so provide That he which did conceited Conquest boast Was conquerâ—d and compell'd away to post As fast as he upon his Horse could flie And to his Troops Ride Ride aloâ—d did cry And well he might for then he did behold That brave Prince Maurice coming on so bold One which deserves that Character to have Which Homer once â—â—to Achilles gave He wisely knew an Army to command And to a fight would stoutly valiant stand He first took notice of Sir William's fear And bids fall on they 'r running in the Rear And then that Knight though hurt before by chance Doth from Devise into the field advance And marcheth on 'gainst them who proudly said He shall no more King Charles his party aide And yet he did The Noble Prince and He The spoile of their proud Enemies did see Though Wallers Horse had sav'd themselves by flight Yet all his Foot amazed at the sight Stood in a Body knew not how to fight And those that did resistance being vain Were almost all on heaps together slain But few escap'd that were not Prisoners took God then that pack of Rebels had forsook Their Colours Ordnance Carriages were lost And Cornets thrown from some that well were Horst Sir William's Camp was then Camp'd under Feet Such just reward was for Rebellion meet And he like a right beaten Souldier sent To Bristoll there his sad fate to lament Sir William Waller think upon this thing My Muse her lines unto thy self doth bring That so thy wisdom might perceive Gods hand To be the strength which did thee then withstand And sure it was to thee in mercy done That thou no more a Rebels course should'st run Then time was given unto thee to repent But thou that time hast to this time mispent It was thy Pride and Pride foreruns a fall Remember this Rebellions Generall The Royall Person of thy King lay not That thou do'st love when in Rebellions plot Thou runnâ—st on and in thy Soveraigns sight Thou daâ—'st against his Royall Person fight Whose vertues do deserve a better love Then that thou should'st thine hand against him move I do not know that e're I saw thine eye I know thine Image in Bath Church doth lie Which I full many a time have look't upon And seen as much as could be seen in stone One thing I 'me sure of viewing thee enshrin'de I often with the good Duke Humphrey din'de There Souldier-like in Arms compleat thou art To shew thou canst discharge a Souldiers part With such a valiant wise dexterity As may some great Commander dignifie Now when my Muse did think upon thee thus My thoughts did then their pressing griefs discusse That such an one as thou so worthy a Knight Should'st 'gainst thy King so like a Rebell fight Whereby thou canst expect unto thy name No Honour but an everlasting shame My thoughts then me unto a wondring led That one of thy good parts a Scholler bred Should so much blindnesse to the world bewray As not to see what 's clearer then the day Thou needst must know the cause by thee defended Doth stand by Law of God and man condemned Have Oaths and Vowes of reason thee bereft Such Oathes and Vowes are better broke then kept Thus in Bath-Church of thee my thoughts have talked When with a sorrowing soul I there have walked These were my thoughts which now I do disclose Unto thy self Thy Anger I suppose I shall not to my self procure thereby And if so be I do yet what caâ—e I I 'me poore enough already made a scorn My Age by proud ones being overborn My Youth I 'me sure could soon the means have wrought Which them more wit and manners might have taught From those that are indu'd with Noble mind I cannot but expect respect to find I Souldiers love and must A Souldier I Was of the Queens of blessed memory In thee Sir William I do nothing hate But that thou dost thy Countrey â—uinate And 'gainst thy King and Countrey bearest Arms Working thereby thy Kings and Countries harms And though I know my lines no praise can merit As being penn'd with a distracted spirit Yet seeing I have heard thou learned art In hidden words I will my mind impart Hows'ever lik't this Truth be understood I truly wish my King and Couuntries good The Moon we know hath but a borrowed Light She put betwixt the Sun and human sight Makes Sunnes Ecclipse as now we see it made Which clouds the Kingdom in a darkned shade â—rather wish the Moons Ecclipse to see Than by the Moon the Sunne Ecclips'd should be That of the Moon doth Mortals little trouble That of the Sunne doth Morrals horror double Moons body put twixt us and Sunnes great light The beams of Majesty which should shine bright Are so Ecclips'd as that a pitch-black night So dark'ned hath fair Englands Hemisphere As nothing but prodigious flames appear And Clouds of smoak whose inside lin'd with Thunder Our Kingdom muffles both aloft and under And in this storm of Subjects foul revolt Thy self is made a tearing Thunder-bolt Although thou know'st and that unto thy cost That twice thou hast thy Thundering Pieces lost Yet fire remains involved in thy cloud Whose breaking forth bespeaketh ruine loud And some fierce flames of lightning thou mak'st flie Which may endanger Soveraign Majesty O! what a Torrent hath our Peace uprent With bloods expence most prodigally spent By thee encreas'd who like a Blazing Starre Portendest nought but ruine by this Warâ—e A burning Comet doth not ever last Thy flame hath burn'd too long in time forepast It seemes thy wrath into thy mind had sent A massie wad of slâ—my stuffe not spent In three yeers burning What is 't thy desire As Phaëton to set the world on fire Quench in thy self the flame thy self hast kindled Râ—pentant Teares with Faith and Love when mingled Will do the deed and cause thee wisely then To help to quench like fire in other men Behold thy mournfull King in sorrows share So deep none found mongst all his Subjects are Yet all good Subjects have enough to make Their stouter hears to quake if not to ake Yea break in pieces
memory of thy Name When thou art dead Do therefore whilst alive Thy better thoughts within thy self revive Each Kingdom in it self divided is And each 'gainst other Now the Lord of Blisse Euen Truth it self hath spoken to us all No Kingdom in such case can stand but fall What hast thou done what is 't thou doest then No bâ—tter actions then the worst of men Such actions do as may thy self commend Gainst King and Countrey do no more offend Thy Countrey now which thou hast made to bleed To stanch her blood thy helping hand doth need Some healing Balme unto thy Countrey bring The Scorpions Oyl doth heale the Scorpions sting Now then resolve with all thy greatest force To stop and stay Rebellions wounding course Joyn thou with those that with our King do joyn Religion then no counterfeited Coyn Shall make to passe but lawfull money then Shall onely passe amongst us English men King Charles his Image Coyn shall lawfull make And that for currant shall his Subjects take Though now we are enforc'd by lawlesse might Some things to do as if in Laws despight And that by those who should our Laws protect Though now they do both King and Laws reject The King mongst them doth but a Cipher stand Their Will's a Law and unto their Command Both King and fellow-subjects must submit O monstrous shame for Heathens most unfit Yet to maintain such Actions most unjust They take up Arms and in their Swords do trust 'gainst God and King when such Rebellion's rais'd Curst be those tongues by whom it shall be prais'd To call ill good is an accursed thing A Curse it will at last most surely bring Who unto Peace do bend their heart and mind Shall out of doubt from God a blessing find Then Fairfax if thou truly valiant art Strike in for Peace and take thy Soveraigns part One of thy name long since in Arms I knew At Groning-Leaguer and indeed t is true He was a valiant Captain Art thou so No more against the Lords Annointed go Noâ— fight again against His Majâ—sty Nor Actor be in Englands Tragedy The Peace of Charles our Soveraign Lord the King His Crown and Dignity yea that 's the thing Which honest Subjects strongly should uphold And so in Arms of Peace their Countrey fold Fight thou for this and therein valiant be So Honour shall attend and follow thee Know Fairfax that I wish thy happinesse As thou thy self dost unto Peace addresse Peace Glory Honour these shall Crown thee then This Peace God grant unto us all Amen The sixth Song Mongst Oxen now my Muse desendeth down From Hob to Lob and so cries Whoo to Brown BRown-Bread and Onions with a Garlike-head Is Carters meat So Coridons are fed By which strong food they thereon feeding well Their breath is made to have a stinking smell So Brown hath thine what Onion is't I think Thou feed'st upon which makes thy breath to stink Is 't a Scotch Onion which Englands house withstood Though now they serve it even in Broaths of Blood It seemes it is an Onion sharp and sowre Which causeth many a thousand eyes to powre Forth teares with many a sad and grieved thought To see what sowre effects are thereby wrought But Brown art thou of that proud Browns descent Whose Schisme at first our Peace in peeces rent And of whose name the Brownists have their stile Whose foolish Sect can none but Fools beguile Yet of such Force as it hath been a terror To those who love to please themselves in error Those Greenway Barrow first did break the Ice Then Vdall did with Penry joyn advice Three first were hang'd to Scotland Penry fled And there abroad his Schisme he proudly spred The Brethren of the Scottish Parity Did joyn with him in all his Knavery So that each Kingdom to their trouble felt The share which Schisme and Faction freely dealt Amongst them And the holy Brâ—thren they Grew up together walked in one way By vow and Oath in League and Covenant knit To serve each others turn when time should fit Now Brownisme though it was by Law supprest In Corners yet it was too much profest And those though silenc'd would not silence keep But Preach at mid-night when 't was time to sleep In Woods in Cock-lofts Sellars Gravel-pits For some such place such Brethren best befits There would they pray and there full often Preach And to their Brother-hood Rebellion teach And say In cause Ecclesiasticall The King himself can have no power at all The Church is govern'd by her Ministry And herein they renounce his Majesty The King himself he must a member be Of some one Congregation and He Must Subject be unto their Church-Divine And must submit unto their Discipline So Preach the Brethren of the Parity And what is this but down-right Popery But David Salomon each following King In holy writ sufficient warrant bring That every King in his own Kingdom is Next unto Christ Supream And things amisse In Church or Common-wealth they all should be By Him reform'd Without him you may see No thing is done His Warrant His Consent Is that enables Subjects to Convent And ratifies what they conclude upon So that without him nothing can go on Priests High-Priests are by Kings prefer'd They can At pleasure place and displace any man Kings hold their Crown from God He that is King Doth in his Kingdom rule in every thing Such is His Dignity and Royall State All powers else are but subordinate To Him And Subjects ranged in their List The powers which are of God must not resist For if they do 'gainst God themselves they set And shall thereby his high displeasure get Kings take their place next under-neath their God To Him alone they must be left His Rod Is onely that which over-aweth them And not the Words nor Rodds nor Swords of men Who being Subjects onely must obey These no Commission have to over-sway Their King If Brown 'gainst this his reasons bring Hee 'l reason like a Traytor to his King And those his Priests who 'gainst this truth do Preach Do Treason and Rebellion plainly teach Mongst them too sorts of Brownists may be found Both building on the one and self same ground And both alike uphold Rebellion's Action Uprais'd by Schisme and by seditious faction The first least dangerous do separate Themselves from this our Church and dare to prate 'gainst this their Mother Nation and deny That here the being of a Church doth lye To build their Church to Amsterdam they runne But lose their labour when they thither come For why The States will not allow them there The honourable name of Church to bear They an Asse-sembly are not named Holy So well discerned is their Factions folly Some yeers there spent at last from thence they go As wise as Walthams Calf for we must know They hither come into blind Corners creep And there 's their Church