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
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
NEWES FROM The King's Bath Reporting nothing but an Honest means whereby to establish an happy and much desired Peace in all His Majesties Kingdoms Generally Psal. 122. 6. Pray for the Peace of Ierusalem they shall prosper that love thee Prov. 24. 21. My son fear thou the Lord and the King and meddle not with them that are given unto change 22 For their Calamity shall rise suddenly and who knoweth the ruine of them both Eccles. 8. 2. I counsell thee to keep the Kings Commandement and that in regard of the Oath of God 3 Be not hasty to go out of his sight stand not in an evill thing for he doth whatsoever pleaseth him 4 Where the word of a King is there is power and who may say unto him What doest thou 5 Whosâ— keepeth the Commandement shall feele no evill thing and a wise mans heart discerneth both time and judgement BRISTOLL Printed at the Authors Charge 1645. The Epistle Dedicatory THou Royall Crosse with Age and Honour crown'd That stand'st i' th mid'st of the Kings Bath renown'd Both farre and neer such Cures thy Bath hath wrought As thousands unto thee for help have sought Who by thy warming Waters healed were Whose Stilts there left thereof do witnesse beare And to thy Honour on thy top are placed To shew with what great vertue thou art graced Neer to thy Springs my agitating Muse Hath made a Book which doth report some Newes As from thy self Her Book craves at thy hand It under thy renowned name may stand And I the Author choose to make my moan Uuto thy self For why As senselesse stone Most hearts are now become Therefore from thee An equall good may well expected be Through devious wayes sundry suddain fears My Pilgrimage in this sad vale of tears Hath past In Schools Camp and Court poor I Have seen the change of times variety And learn'd to know worlds best prosperity Is but a state of wretched misery I then began my thoughts for to remove From things beneath unto those things above And then my heart all sweetning comfort borrows From him who was a man of woe and sorrows In this base world which then I did forsake And once again unto my books betake My self God then of his free grace did call Me to that Warre which is spirituall And lawfully by Church-authority I was admitted to the Ministry And being thus by Gods great mercy brought Unto his work I have his Battels fought Full fourty yeers and never yet did cease Next to the Faith for to preserve the Peace Of holy Church as did become a Sonne All her commads by me were justly done And yet the heaps of followers did me wrong I could not mend't but all the way along In the whole course of my poor Ministry I was acquainted with adversity And did at last all means of living loose That hope fail'd me which I to trust did choose The Letters from and Orders of that Court Of High-Commission shall of me report No thing but well who please to see them may And hear on my behalf what truths they 'l say But once grown poor from England then I went To Ireland where I might with good content Have lived but that Rebellious fatall curse Drove me from thence to a Rebellion worse And now poor man in this thy City Bath I am alive as buried in my grave With grief I see the wofull misery Of honest poor dispised Poverty The Prophet of his time did hit it right That every one was found an Hypocrite Yea now that Hell-born sinne doth wound and stain The greatest number who as yet remain Professed Christians without Charity In such I 'me sure ther 's most Hypocrisie And for this cause that Book doth swiftly flie Which lamentation mourning woe doth cry To every Soul This Truth though seen and kown The greatest part from ill to worse are grown And seeing this I have the world forsook A help from thence it is in vain to look Yet went I on with my well-meaning Book From first to last with hardship undertook And though the means appears dispis'd weak And men may think it doth but vainly speak To stop Rebelious course that 's grown so strong * By weaker means God hath destroy'd the throng Of stronger Enemies as you may see In holy Writ recorded there to be My self my Book poor and dispis'd though thought Yet by such means the mighty God hath brought Great things to passe yea works of wondrous fame That glory might be given to his great name A happy Peace that precious Pearl to gain My Book with Gods assistance may obtain Or further the Obtainment and not hinder What may a Peace to King and Kingdom render Kind Crosse I pray thou wouldst accept it then For thou art kind unto all sorts of men To Poor and Rich to th' Lesser and the Great To all thou dost afford a warming Seat As is thy self my Booke 's a Bath for Health To heale the Aches of the Common-wealth If some therein to bathe will wisely trie It would them heale of Treasons Leprosie And thus kind Crosse I humbly take my leave Thou wilt not me of any hope bereave And what thou art I must resolve to bear My proper Crosse is unto me my share Which I 'le take up and joyfully will kisse So following Christ to my eternall blisse R. P. The Definition of a Round-head My Muse at first desireth to give a full and satisfactory Answer unto all those who do so often aske the Question What is a Round-head Answer A Round-head is a proud Rebell and a most Rebellious Unsound-head Roundly and thorowly that is in all things thorowout proudly rebelling against our good King Charles His Royall Person Princely Progeny Crown and Dignity and Kingdom generally and against all the Laws and Statutes both Divine and Humane in such Case made and provided Behold this is a Round-head but not a Sound-head and Roundnesse without Soundnesse is nothing else but stinking Putrefaction and Rottennesse and such and no better are all the Actions done by those who are Round-heads but no Sound-heads Me thinks then every good Subject should be ashamed to be such an Vnsound-head as justly to deserve the name of a Round-head What now doth follow take it as it falls As spoken to the Round-heads Generalls To them my Muse some severall Songs doth sing Expressing love unto Our Worthiest King THE FIRST SONG SX THat Noble name Time past and present viewing Thy Fathers tells and what will be thy Ruine His Fall I mourn'd and from the dust did raise His cast-down Honour with deserved praise Yet for thy sake His fault I 'le briefly touch That thou thereby mayst see thy Danger 's much The course He steer'd was to be over strong For his good Queen and those that did Him wrong To have remov'd For this he did devize Both Queen and Court on sudden to surprize No thought He had His Queen to hurt at
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