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cause_n	good_a	king_n	lord_n	4,716	5	3.8323	3	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A51686	Corpus sine capite visibili, an ænigmaticall emblem, or, a modell of these distemper'd times being an apparent body, well proportioned, upright and streight, but yet without any visible head, in this our most unhappy mereridian [sic] of London, lately conceived in a dreame or slumber, and now delineated, penned and produced, to the open view of the world / by I.M., Student of Exon. in Oxon.	I. M., Student of Exon. in Oxon.	1642 (1642)	Wing M31A; ESTC R5813	6,211	16

what is meant By this darke Emblem of our Parliament The Reasons also I have signifi'de Of all the Adjuncts to be seene beside But Oh the chiefe where I should first begun Invisible doth seeme the lesse is done Things doe not goe so forward as they might If one that 's wanting dayly were in sight This Head not seene into your minds may bring The grievous absence of our gracious King That Cloud which will not let us see our Sun Hath beene the cause of all our woes begun Of all our troubles and of Irelands sorrowes Whose every day griefe of the next still borrowes Lord looke upon them in their great distresse Send them a speedy and a quick redresse And grant good God oh heare our fervent prayers That our case here may nere be like to theirs And gracious God if so it be thy will Keep not our discontented Soveraigne still From out our sight that misty Cloud remove Streame downe on him and us thy Rayes of love Lord take away those feares and jealousies Which have beene cause our sad miseries Let King and Parliament be all as one Let all mistakings be forgot and gone Let CHARLES come to us Lord and with him bring A branch of Olive as a peacefull King Let Iudah come and sit in his owne Throne Let Subjects all injoy and know their owne Let peace and plentie dwell amongst us heere That wee noe homebred nor out-foes may feare Let King and People bee no more affrighted But let them all in love bee re-united Then may we all rejoyce untill which time I have small list to write in Prose or Rime The end of the Explanation of the precedent EMBLEM The distinction betwixt Peace and VVarre with the Authors propitious Wish WHen Adam with his fairest Eve was plac'd In Eden then the world with peace was grac'd But when the subtile Serpent did begin To bring in hatred then began our Sin He taught our Parents disobedience first He drew them on till we were all accurst They both excluded were from Paradice And we were made Co-heires of their Vice Then Caine his onely Brother Abell slew When he should nere have more for ought he knew Contention strife and malice doe not care Whom first they kill nor Friends nor Foes they 'l spare Mars and Bellona still are hath'd in blood And very seldome have done any good But heav'nly Peace is held the thing of things The chiefest Darling of the King of Kings Peace was King JAMES his choise God grant that he To CHARLES his Sonne a President may be And grant O Lord if 't be thy blessed will That we may have true peace and keepe it still An Emphaticall Dreame WHen glorious Phoebus had run out his Course Whirling his Chariot from the East to th' West And Cinthia bright had took a kind remorse Of Mortalls lighting them unto their rest I laid me downe my heart full sore opprest And long I had not beene upon my Bed But many Whimsies came into my Head My wearied Eyes would faine have had some sleepe My vexed Cogitations long'd for Peace My troubled Fancie such a quoile did keepe As if my Cares begun would never cease My Soule each minute pray'd for her release All sublunary things seene heard or read In my Conceipt seem'd then to want a Head At length I fell into a DREAME or Slumber You must conceive I was perplexed much My Thoughts disturb'd so then I now can't number Yet part thereof I briefly here will touch If in few Lines one may great Matters couch What e're I saw seem'd then without a Head Which was the cause the World is growne so dead Me thought I was transported from the Vale Of darke Obscurity where long I 'd liv'd Industry put her curious Workes to sale Her dainty Pieces wittily contriv'd All shew'd few bought so few or none there thriv'd And still me thought all things did want a Head And that 's the cause the World is growne so dead Thousands of Objects came before mine eyes All in good earnest nothing in dirision Horrour mine intellectuals did surprize Amazement seizd my senses of each Vision All things distracted seemed with division Bad Newes both farre and neere was hourely spread Which is the cause the World is growne so dead Me thought I saw whole Houses Families All full of sorrow paler then the Moone Some wrung their hands and some with watry eyes Cry'd out no Takings We are all undone No monies to be had 'twixt Sun and Sunne All Trades but for Militia now are fled Which is the cause the World is growne so dead Me thought I saw each Village and each Towne All in an uproare struggling for the best Some standing for and some against the Crowne Tumults from North to South from East to West All Voluntiers of either side none prest This Land hath long been sick now pain'd i' th Head Which is the cause her Trading's growne so dead Me thoughts I saw each County Shire and City Weltring in blood or wearied with turmoiles Brave houses plundred which to see was pitty And Cavalliers even glutted with rich Spoyles No place quite free from these outragious broyles Rumours of Wars through every Coast were spread Which is the cause the World is growne so dead Me thought I saw full many a Corporation Without a Magistrate a Maior or Guide Whereat a neere approaching Desolation Threatned their ruine to pluck downe their pride Grave Senators I saw much vilifide Upon Authority each Boy would tread Whence now 't is come the World is grown so dead Me thought I saw a Kingdome all in Armes And which is strange divided in it selfe Guns shooting off Drums beating up Allarmes The Rich most ready to produce their Pelfe And some that had but two Spoons on their shelfe But all that while opprest with care and dread Which is the cause the World is grown so dead Me thought I saw both Vniversities Distracted quash't and strucken with amaze Religion minced with Diversities Of strange opinions makes the vulgar gaze At Academians and their shame t' emblaze Schollers are scoft and scorn'd Schools want their Head The Arts may sleepe for Learning now is dead Me thought I saw the severall Inns of Court Looke red for anger of a long Vacation Places of Justice had but small resort No Clyents but a few for recreation ' Cause Lawyers smel't so of Equivocation Their Judges faile Courts want their cheifest Head Which is the cause our Lawes doe seeme so dead Me thought I saw a Diocesan CHVRCH A stately PALLACE and a Bishoppricke All stand forlorne the Deanes and Chapters lurch The Metropolitan touch'd to the quick The Surrogates and Proctors all were sick Their head-strong Humors have brought low their Head Which is the cause their Calling is so dead Me thought I saw a second Heaven on Earth A Parliament of noble Peeres and Commons All which according to their States and Birth Came and attended at their severall Summons Such