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A76768 Bishops, iudges, monopolists 1641 (1641) Wing B3026; Thomason E171_2; ESTC R8403 2,368 7

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Bishops Iudges Monopolists Bishops WHat strange earths tremor doth so agitate The late firme scite of our Episcopate That what was layd a thousand yeares ago With hundreds added as our Annals show Whose high Towers have their heads so proudly borne Should suddenly be from their groundsils torne Is it because their structures were so great They made the groaning earth beneath them sweat Is it because no bound could circumscribe Th'expansed power of that Levitick Tribe Or that they had ingrost into their hands Such ample purchase of the temporall lands That not with their due Decimates content Both Tythe and Totall must encrease their rent Or as Prelati steering the Church helme They thought t'out-brave the Pares of the Realme Nay more than that an higher straine had runne As divers proud priests had before them done As Wolstan Becket Wolsey who durst write I and my King even in his Soveraignes sight And their successors like ambitious growne Would make the Miter levell with the Crowne Or that our modern Prelates have of late Sought to raise new combustions in our State And as Incendiaries thought to devour Their Countries freedome with their purse and power Or that inclining to the Arminian Sect And preaching in the Romish Dialect They labor'd mongst us Protestants to intrude What our Reformed Church did quite exclude New Cannons Oathes and Altars bending low To where in time the Images must grow Reviving antient and forgot Traditions Grounded upon old Popish superstitions Or that a strange sinistor course they tooke In altering the Scottish Service booke By which two sister kingdomes were constraind Toopen wars which stiffely they maintaind Or that so far beyond all rationall bounds By their rough consures in the high Commission Not sparing Priest the Lawyer nor Physitian Their Ex Officio Oathes their Ius Divine And Clergy Coutts which conscience should refine More full of bribes corruption and blacke staine Than the lay benches they so much disdaine Yet could I wish though all these have been prov'd Th' offendors once being punisht and remov'd The function might remaine to their disgraces To try who better might supply their places Of Iudges CAn Iudges be corrupt or staggering stand Who should be fathers both of lawes and land They did of old upon wilde Asses ride An emblem that when doubts they did decide They should be slow in sentence and consider The cause both parties being brought together Athens for them did Images devise To intimate nought should from them be heard Savoring either of favor or reward But corrupt Iudges such no doubt there are Punish the purse and still the person spare And I have heard from a most learned Speaker That no Law-maker should be a law-breaker Hee 's only a wise Iudge that stands in awe Of one God solely one King and one Law But to our former Quaere May it bee That in these times we any Iudge shall see Who on the Bench being seated as a god Should be call'd thence and beat with a Blacke Rod Nor wonder is' t when some as grave and great Have in the same or like Judiciall Seat Only to give his wit some vaine applause Jested and jeer'd a poore man from his Cause But O you Judges that your selves forget And in the high seat of the Scornfull sit Who with the wicked have gon hand in hand You in the future judgement shall not stand But how of late are things growne out of order When we shall see one from a bare Recorder Rais'd unto such an eminence of state That quite forgetting what he was but late He shall through all Judiciall seats aspire Even till he gaines the height of his desire And then through guilt of conscience none accusing His place of soveraigne trust so much abusing When standing eminent in the Worlds broad eye Then like a Finch to take his wings and fly Leaving the Purse and the Broad Seale behind him As had they bin meere toyes and did not mind them But all have not the fortune to evade Their triall for though some fly some are stayd When those whose livelihoods are the lawes indeed By which they onely can subsist and feed Which such sworne Fathers should as sacred keep And no houre in their execution sleep When such shall seeke to extirpe the Lawes foundation And in the stead thereof bring innovation To them I leave the Magna Charta's curse Now let the better Judges judge the worse Of Monopolists HOw comes this swarme of Locusts to appeare More this then any other Temperate yeere This crew of moaths and cankers that bereaves Our flourishing Orchard both of fruit and leaves Who do not onely vex us here about But pester all the Trees the Realme throughout I mean those Drones that fly about in mists Divelish Projectors damn'd Monopolists Who now are hid in holes and keepe a loofe Being indeed not Parliamentall proofe Yet may we finde them in our bread our meat In every draught or bit wee drinke or eat Our Bevers and the Bootes wee plucke on whether We have them made of Calve-skin or Neats Leather Our Salt and Oatmeal Porridge are not free But they from their ingredience must have fee Our cloath stuffe lace points tagges even to a pinne Nay even the linen next unto our skinne And needle it is sow'd with they make Boote Of every thing we wear from head to foote Nay I may speake it to them with a pox I find them even in my Tobacco box To leave your petty feoffors and feoffees And come to your brave skarlet Patentees Who when our sope of sweetest oyle was made By which they drove a good and wholsom Trade These by an ingrost Patent coveting gaine Compos'd it all of stinking rape and traine For what care they so it may make them rich To fill our bodyes full of scabs and itch Which was a great cause as some Artists guest To bring amongst us a contagious pest And then thinkes one where sope hath fayl'd without Balderdash wines within will worke no doubt And then comes in that project once begun New inposts upon every Pipe and Tun. The price of French and Spanish winds are raisd How ever in their worth deboyst and craisd The subject suffers in each draught he swallows For which may they be doomb'd unto the gallows Abel and Cain were shepheards the Text saies But which is strange turnd Vintners in these days The wicked Caine his brother Abel slew Which in these brother Vintners proves not true For unto this day Caine keepes up his signe But Abel lyes drownd in his Medium wine Projecting Kilvert some say was the cause Who making new Lords had devisd new lawes But those that would the ancient custome vary Shall now 't is thought be made exempleary FINIS