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A96625 England's changeling or, The time servers laid open in their colours, being a clear discovery of the new cheat of the thing called the good old cause. By one that hopes to see better times. Willis, Humphrey. 1659 (1659) Wing W2805; Thomason E988_16; ESTC R208112 2,609 8

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ENGLAND'S CHANGELING OR The Time Servers Laid open in their Colours BEING A clear Discovery of the New Cheat of the Thing called the Good Old Cause By one that hopes to see better TIMES Printed in the year 1659. To all true English-men Dear Country-men TO let you know that one as truely now Forgets himself as he remembers you I here present you with I know not what To do you service What though some rotten Vpstart swell what then So you take 't friendly what care I for them But would you know this Sir that 's here intended His titles what and whence he is descended Then know they call this Gent. sprung from a Fig One for the good Old Cause Times Whinligig Titles sufficient to make him a flaunting And now time-Gallant tho' true worth be wanting He comes to kisse your hands and hope that you Will give him Quarter for a night or two And afterwards if so you think it fit To burne him do or tear him every bit Wishing poor Englands Tyrants all so us'd That have so many honest men abus'd And that is all and that is scarce enough For them or this drest up in such a stuffe Yours and onely yours H. W. To Englands Tormentors HAve at you Sirs 't is but a word or two And that 's enough if not too much for you You that pretend Religion and why To make Religion cloak your villany You that pretend the publike good but how Iust as the Pigs that whine to suck the Sow You men-devouring beasts you ne'r-be-good Will nothing please you but our all hearts-blood No wonder that sweet England seems a hell When you sit Iudges in our Israel What e're you think we think you mad or worse D' e hope to fatter still by th' peoples curse Foxes indeed fare best when wisht a rope But you 'l unkennel'd be e're long we hope And then what then 't will be such sport that O Acteons Dogs ne're us'd their Master so ENGLANDS CHANGLING OR The Time Servers c. WHat Age is this What times are now Vice states it so in each mans brow with thousands waiting on her Cloth'd all in silkes and Purple brave As if no honest man but knave should ere againe have honour Whilst vertue who 's so heavenly sweet That blest are Kings if kisse her feet goes slighted up and down She that laments poor Englands woes See see how naked there she goes Kikt at by every Clowne An honest man a thing most rare Or Gentleman that 's D●bonaire to live hath much adoe Then what one say'd I now avow T is hard not to write Satyrs now I think you think so too A Gentleman good Sir alack What 's that a last years Almanack I thought so by his look A foolish useless worthless thing A cast-by now just as the King whom Upstarts cannot brook No no we have a people now Blew-apron-blades men that know how all Nations fill with wonder Who'r skill'd in State-affaires so well Each man 's another Machivell to keep the Gentry under Religion 's made a Tennis-Ball For every fool to play wîthall both which we have so many That we disputed have so long 'Bout which is right and which is wrong till we have hardly any I now have liv'd to see the day Wherein a Fig-man beares such sway that Knights dare scarce sit by him Yea I have liv'd to see the hour In which a Clothier hath such power that Lords are glad to buy him Thus do the froth of all the earth A spawn sprung from a dungill birth now Prince it in our Land A people come the Lord knowes how Both Fame and nameless till just now must every one command Kind hearted souls they are indeed O that we had more of the breed which take such mickle paine Spending their spirits day and hight That they the Nation may requite by turning all again Ah me what times sad times are these Wherein such tadpole slaves with ease mount up and live respected When they that have done service more Then ten of them yea ten score go slighted and neglected Witness those many Gallant men That fought it out so stoutly when The State was brought most lo Which now for their Arrcares do lye But not one groat can they come by though some a begging go Yet such as have no service done Nor ever did on hazzard run these warrs I dare be sworne But lay for Offices in waite Aiming to get a great Estate get thousands in a morne The honest souls which live by love Now see all this but dare not move the cause because not Master For they to prove the City lover So long the staff delivered over that now they cannot bast her Then what is man to trust upon Who is so fond so fickly gone so craz'd in 's apprehension He 's never well untill he be Above his fellowes thought straight he downfall beyond demension And down good God pluck all such down That seem for Christ but seek their own where ere they come or go But peace no more the rest is meant O that this long-long Parliament would rid us of our wo. But Parliaments have done amiss Themselves ere now pray may not this then who 'l cast anchor there Alas can men do what they should Nay would they do it if they could a second War I fear A second War how can that be Hath not the Parliament and we brought all we wisht to passe So long as Monk and we agree And all ovr Enemies forc't to flee who feares a War 's an asse But why should we be so secure Sith God is just h●e'l ne're endure things manag'd as you see P●ide and oppression cry aloud Then cry to Heaven to Heaven for bloud and they shrewd sticklers be What was 't that beat the first alarms In English hearts to take up armes I menn i th' well affected Was 't not our Chu●ch to pu●ifie From all the dregs of Popery which had her so infected And this was well and bravely done Had we gone on as we begun 't had been a gallant Cure But for to thrust out one Church so And suffer thousand worse to grow this purge is not so pure And what was next the moving cause That made us rush even in the jawes of death with such delight Was 't not left arbitrary Power Should State and liberty devoure to stave off if we might Sure this was it and this was all These were the main the principall that made the honest fight And now that this accomplisht is Beyond what we could think or wish you sweetly them requite If we sometimes had from our Prince A lash or two what have we since indeed a world of favour Just as from Rehoboam when One finger should be heavier then the weight of all his Father How often promis'd but still fool'd Were we the Aegyptian taskers should be punisht for oppression But whilst the Sheep hath any wool Our Shepherds will be never full teares make but poor impression Then since that man 's grown such a beast That Homo homini lupus est blest they who are unborn How ere let 's sigh to God bove One sigh may chance to get his love though men our teares do scorne FINIS