had prepar'd for them to drink Of Irelands sad estate what could men think The vast Estate of him that 's now a Lord One bit of bread to him did not affoard VVould he not Promise much but think ye then To VVarlike Officers and all their men That durst adventure but to fetch a Prey From his lost Lands what promises I say VVould he not make should not the Soldiers share Be the one half at least oth'gaine by warre VVould he not Promise much but think ye too If ere came Peace what he for them would do They should have Farmes to live on at such Rates As if the same had been their owne Estates And in all Cities and the Markett townes They should be Freemen if not weare Furre Gownes Have ye not heard how the Mouse in a Kieve Of good Ale drowning promised to give Her self toth'Cat if she would help her out Of that same danger whereof there is no doubt The Cat was glad and forthwith lent her hand And brought her forth The Mouse then at a stand What she should do at length espy'd a hole Wherein she crept the Car seeing her stole Away said Faithless Mouse performe your word Or ne're againe such help ' I le you affoard The Mouse secure tells her a pretty tale Wee keep no promises made in our Ale So here I say Soldiers were promis'd fair While to regaine Ireland most did dispaire But now the work is done they like the Cat Payd by the Mouse are even laughed at In England now the broyles are growne so great Some for the King and others for the State That men grow scarce the Father 's up in Armes Against the Son the Son againe Alarmes His Fathers Quarters Roundheads and Cavaliers They call each other in despight and Iears They turne their Colters to sharp Spears and Swords And fall to fighting more with Blows than words There is no roome for Cowards all wilâ— fight 'T is old mens glory and the Youths delight It was long doubtfull which should overcome Sometimes the Crowne prevail'd and other some ' Its Enemie and to promote each cause For bounden Prentices they make new Laws To take up Armes and serve their times i th' warre No Corporations may their Freedoms barre This liberty proclaim'd like cursed Charmes Emptyes the Shops fills the field with Armes Some borne by Men but more by Boyes they 're Soldiers That can but Musquetts carry on their shoulders Most hurtfull prov'd this Act toth ' Age Fifteen And there abouts as now is plainly seen For those that sav'd their lives they lost their trades And learn'd to swagger ' mong'st the Roreing blades They knew no Parents but were Sons of Mars Soldiers of Fortune bred up in the VVarres Yet Novices they were and spendthrifts too Hott-mettled blades they did themselves vndoe Who was too greedy for the Upper hand Which when 't is gott then Soldiers must disband Buffe Coates growe out of fashion voted downe And Armes must then give place unto the Gowne Had they but fought at the Low Countrey rate They'd better pleas'd the King if not the State But herein let ts not blame the Victors hast To end those Civil Broyles nor let us cast The name of Cowards on the Royall bands VVho were outwitted not or'ecome with hands Though wee can't Judge whose numbers were at first The Greatest yet now wee know who 'de the worst The Statesmen strove to weaken still the King Whose Project tooke effect in this one thing They Ransom'd still their Prisoners of Warre Whereof the other Party tooke no care But sufferd theirs to fill the Prisons so That half their men in field they could not showe Our English Irish Agents then addresses Make for those Soldiers and to them expresses Great Love pitty their present case and then Doe shew the oddes 'twixt Prisoners and Free men They further Urge the Justnes of the cause 'T is for their Countrey King and all the Lawes Of God and Nature ' gainst a Common Foe That they should fight and into Ireland goe Whilst here they fought but Brother against brother And dearest friends were killing one another The State consented and the Prisoners yeild To be at large once more i th' open field They cross the Seas and hast to Irish Shore VVhere getting foot-roome soon doe make it more They raise the Sieges that before was layd Against the Ports where first to land they made Their Cause thus chang'd a doubtfull for a Just one Toth ' midst of all their Foes they boldly thrust on Where let us leave them bravely makeing way For all the good that 's here enjoy'd this day The Royall Party now in England sees What 't is to lose such men for by degrees They are orecome meerly for want of men And are past hopes except that one beat ten Whereof they doe despaire knowing their Foe At Equall numbers fought them long agoe Thus weaker still they grow the other stronger They needs must yeild nor can they hold out longer The Warre thus ended th' Agents doe Petition For fresh supplyes and shew the sad condition Their friends are in in Ireland who doe want Both Men and money and their Men Provant That are already there a Comitte Reports their case toth ' House then they decree The Supernumeraries to disband Or send them over Seas into Ireland They give Commissions for to beat up Drums Throughout all England and list all that comes For Soldiers both Round-heads and Cavaliers All are accepted so they 'r Volunteers They promise them large pay and 't is no wonder The Rebells goods shall be to them free Plunder Each private man shall there be a Frecholder And Gentleman to boot is ev'ry Soldier These Baits prevail'd with such as lost their trades In the late VVarre and could not get by Spades Their living and of such an Army 's rais'd VVbo soon came o're and made the Rogues amaz'd They quitt their weaker holds flye to their stronger where they are Storm'd or else are Starv'd with hunger To Mountaines VVoods Boggs they 're chased then Not there secure they 're beaten out againe In Loughs and Islands then they seek to hide Themselves and villaines where to abide In safety and unsought for they suppose But they 're deceav'd for on drye land such showes Of New built Shallops Shipps Boats appeares Brought by these men that out they pull by th' ears Those Murth'ring Runawayes yet give them Quarter Who at the first put the British to torture Here by the way Reader I thee advise To take notice that I in any wise Do not ascribe the glory o th' Conquest To Men but God and where it is exprest The English suffer'd or such seats did doe Protestants I mean English and Scotch too Who Brittish are for diff'recne I make none Between them in any Service that 's done For if I should Mountroes brave Army then VVould be forgott who were deserving Men Episcopants and Presbyterians Independants
and such Sectarians I give the Name of Protestants to all That joyn'd against those that wee Papists call Nor was the Conquest made by Cavaliers Alone Nor yet by the Parliamenteers The Earl of Ormond Noble was i th' warre And so was Inchyquin who went as farre In danger for the time they both Commanded As any men could doe till Cromwell Landed Now when he came to give the Deel his due In Ireland he praise-worthy was though true It is for all his Acts in England done Against both Kings the Father and the Son I count him base But here some one may say His Irish Service too 's condemn'd this day Well if it be I think 't is without cause For Ireland then was in the very Jawes Of Death and had been swallow'd up no doubt It the Irish then had not got the Rout. But 't was not He nor his Army did all The Service that was since done as I shall Now make appear for then brave Sir Charles Coot Had been exempt who so Nobly stood too 't Maintaining of the Common cause Gods just Revenge against Murther whose very dust I honour who in 's Fathers stepps so trod As to the Rebells was the Scourge or Rod Of the Almighty He by good advise Did kill the Nitts that they might not growe Lice The Lord of Broghill too herein ought not Amongst the VVorthyes once to be forgott Generall Iones Reignolds and many more Brave things in Ireland did but as before I said These were Instruments now the praise To God alone let us returne alwayes And left that Teige should say He for the King Did fight which to me is a hatefull thing And pretend that these Worthyes were his Fees My mind and conscience I will now disclose I think they served God the King and State That were most Active in breaking Teigs pate Nay more I say I think Broghil an Câ—ot Against the King never lift hand or foot Whereas the Irish Rebel-like ran out Against the King and Law and meant no doubt To sett the Pope above his head whose right Before the Kings they did preferre in spight Could ever they then though deceitfully They seem'd reform'd have claime to Loyalty I answer nay God would not them permitt To goe unpunnish'd for all their subtile witt They vs'd when vanquish'd and quite overcome Then Teige is for the King forscoth for whome They Banish'd were and with him were partakers In sufferings impos'd by his forsakers No they did the King much wrong and great harmes Pretending for his right they took up Armes Yet was not able him for to restore No that 's a worke for those I nam'd before Broghil and Coot with the Irish Brigade So call'd with Monke their helping hands so lay'd That after subduing the Rebells here His Majesty in Peace they brought in clear And re-established him in his Throne O're whome on Earth Superiour ther 's none All this premis'd the Rebells vanquish'd quite Fairly in Field the Remnant put to flight Thus Ireland was reduc'd But let ts see how Our gallant Soldiers are requited now And whether they that have escap'd their Graves By their own Countrey men are not made slaves And first I will begin with those they say Did Cromwell serve who for Arrears of pay Had land sect out to them in satisfaction You 'd think them well But truth is no detraction Some private Soldiers were by their Commanders Chous'd of their Land and Pack'd away to Flanders And he that would not goe but thought to stay And live on 's Land they sound another way To make him weary of it by Law Suits Against him to commence whereby the fruits Of all his hopes his labour and his Land He spends at Law his Capraine to withstand VVeary'd at Law to purchase Peace at last He sells his Land and then that danger 's past Now while his money laâ—ts or some short space His Captaine makes him Seargeant of that place But this nere holds for he with Cap in hand To 's Captaines wife at all turnes cannot stand Nor can he Irish speake to buy and sell Nor tennants can procure with them to dwell Then out hee 's turn'd and in comes teige in 's roome VVhose double diligence like a new Broome Sweeps all clean is just toth ' Captaines mind VVhat e're his Master sayes hee 'l swear so kind Besides he proves toth ' Children of his Master That when the Maid chides them he swears hee 'l basther VVith Voâ—rneen glagal and Agra the crea He takes his Masters Son upon his knee And Streapâ—h granah learns the Child to call the Maid Buddah a Man adding taw Brawl And then teige laughs and sweares by 's gossips hand His Fathers son's the best in all Ireland Thus filthy words are taught the child in 's Cradle Which seldome are left off when come toth ' Saddle This pleases so the Mother of the child that all teig does is well she 's so beguil'd VVith flattering that now Teigs wife must Nurse The next Child she shall have Teige sweares his purse Shall be the Childs Now hee 's a Fosterfather Not for his own but for this Child hee 'l gather Hee 'l give the Child a Coat I Bawn of Bandle And buy it Erogel gaulda and then dandle The babe in 's Armes crying shane Poge Cade Poge â—ic a me Vaister Nab â—ousa Shane Oge Yoâ— tow Lawnah This pleases more and more Teigs now of Kin that was not so before VVho now but Teige His counsel so prevailes That all the English Servants by his tales Are threatned to be turn'd away his Cozins Come flocking round about him by whole dozens Donnough the groome steps in in Richards place And Sbevane Oge doth turne out gentle Grace Then Gilla Patrick Hugh and the Mac Roryes Are sent for home who 're out amongst the Toryes VVith them their Morter-pieces Owna Sive And Moar great beastly Drones creep intoth ' Hive VVho so bewitch the Captaine and his wife That these must be Followers all their life The English Neighbours undegenerate These Furies cause their Fosterer to hate Do Trespass on their land and drive to Pound The honest mens Cattle off their own ground To Law they goe now all things sute in fitnes And Right or wrong Teige is the Captaines Witnes But may we think that Teige and his salse Crue To their Fosterer will alwayes prove true No you may sweare it for what 's bred i th' bone Will not out of the flesh when all is done 'T is knowne too well in Ages past how they Behav'd themseves in peace and how i th' day Of warre their friendship was but feing'd in peace VVhich gave them great advantage to encrease Rebellions Then would shew their Cruelty To Gossips and their Fosterers and why Should any think that these who are the seed And offspring of a Murdrous Bloudy breed Be otherwise than they Had these but power Both Root and Branch of English in one houre
was so near The Kings let such the Prophets Judgment fear And if the Courts of Claims have done amiss Tâ—â—â— Med'cine for their Cure prescribed is Yet I for my part can no Man accuse And if I could I should be loath to use â—â—y pen ' gainst English they too my Superiours To whome is Honour due from all inferiours Some â—old the want of Money and bad Tradeing Somes of Oppression nay there is no wading In this great Sea where that a Ship may ride Not Sound the Depth at lowest Ebbe of Tide Oppression is so various that I Can only Hint what 's obvious to each eye The Wearer of the Shoe he best doth knowe VVhether it wring his Instep or his Toe Then briefly where to doe Men make profession As they 'd be done to that doth cure Oppression The Authors Prayer NOw thou O God who didst the Heavens make The Sea and Land when first the word thou spake Let there be Lihgt 't was so to thee alone We poor Distressed English make our moane O God who art the Scarcher of all hearts Tryest the Reines and in the inward parts Of Man has writt thy Law Reveal I pray Thy will On Earth that our Governours may Know that they Rule for thee the Kingdom 's thine And in thy hand all Power is Divine Make them to dread thy Name that sit at Helme Lest by ill Steering they at length o're whelme This floating bottome Ireland spoyl'd of Rigging Since th' English lost the VVells of their owne digging Their owne say I ' t was thou didst take this land From a Barb'rous People and in our hand Hast given it that we should not doe like The Nations whome thou didst in fury strike O let our Rulers see that they alone VVere not the men that hath this Kingdom wonne Nor that they can defend the same from harme By humane policy or fleshly arme VVhen Israel did all th' abominations Of the Heathen and round about the Nations Thou didst drive out whose Land thou didst them give Thou mad'st them flee before their Foes and live Captives in a strange Land so let us sear That our Back-slidings make us not appeare Like them then what may wee from thee expect But that our punishment may in effect Be like to theirs good God take thou away From our Great Men their stonyhearts I pray And give them Hearts of Flesh that ev'ry one May do but as unto he would be done Remove O Lord the spleen and take away The Gall that 's in mens hearts now at this day VVho Persecute their Brethren without Cause VVresting the Old and inventing New Lawes To punish Anabaptists and the Quakers And make the Cov'nanters turn Cov'nant-breakers Grant this Good God and whatsoever more Thou knowest needfull for us wee implore Thy Divine Goodness to bestow it on us And answer ev'ry Lord have Mercy ' pon us Pronovnc'd at Church at home or other place With tokens of thy Favour and thy Grace The KING his Counsells and his Kingdoms blesse And all his Subjects the Great ones and the Lesse The Rev'rend Clergie each man in his station The Lay-man too which comprehends the Nation Yea and the Irish that are honest hearted Gods blessings be amongst them all imparted And last of all O God Blesse and defend Both mee and mine and so I make an END The Conclusion ALL things that e're begining had Must have an end bee 't good or bad So hath this Book a Story sad that 's come sir To see you and some speciall friends And pray's you give your recommends To those in pow'r that may defend's from some sir That would abuse the Cavalier For writeing what he hath done here Though 't is not half I 'le make appear he could sir VVho is so Moderate that drives At the amendment of mens lives And that Peace be amongst them strives there should sir Now if the Soldier favour find Amongst his friends to be so kind As to Imprint his Book my mind to you sir I 'le tell is that the Kingdome o're It goe to shew what some before Ne're knew and I 'le say more T IS TRVE SIR A Dialogue betwixt the Soldier Author of the Book and an Echo being a summary Discourse of the whole matter briefly resounded by the Echo Sold Hark I heere is an Echo listen and hark Ech Mark S I will ralk with it shall I nor now Ech Now S and tell the passageâ—â— and then mark Ech Mark S what answer it make 〈…〉 â—â—ll how Ech How S the Irish into Rebellion first Ech First S gathered in a Riottous Rout Ech Rout S against Protestants their fury burst Ech Burst S for they were so full it needs must out Ech Out S of all measure was the cruell Papist Ech Papist S Bloudy a Murdrous Rogue was Teige Ech Teige S and Dermot too worse than a meer Athist Ech Athist S who Cov'nant keeps there is no league Ech League S but the Pope doth indulge to be broke Ech Broke S who to the Rebbells sent into Ireland Ech Ireland S a Bull that made the Kingdom smoak Ech Smoak S and to burne as if it were a fire-brand Ech Fire-brand S so starting mad the Bull was made Ech Made S so that the British should be pilled Ech Pilled S plundred their Cattell stoln prey'd Ech Prey'd S and ev'ry Protestant should be Killed Ech Killed S hanged starâ—ed to pitty no-man Ech No-man S that was of Brittish race a child Ech Child S newly born and ev'ry tender VVoman Ech Woman S to put toth'Sword he judg'd too mild Ech Mild S So was the Bull for the POVVDER PLOT Ech Plot S the Lords Annoynted must not be spared Ech Spared S then all his Kingdoms sure should not Ech Not S but the Lord who for our safetyes cared Ech Cared S his Name alone be praised then Ech Then S both the King and State preserved we see Ech See S which should be a warning to all men Ech Men S Watchfull and Carefull alwayes to be Ech Be S Pondering these things and keeping sober Ech Sober S so that they may alwayes Remember Ech Remember S FORTY ONE the moneth OCTOBER Ech October S and the FIFTH day of NOVEMBER Ech NOUEMBER FINIS
yet found out No Treatise of Religion and I doubt No History or good Romance worth reading VVas yet by any of them writt and spreading In any part oth'world what they doe call Philosophy wherein their boast's not small Is skill in Sophistry wherewith to wrangle They are well verst who do sor Trifles Iangle And with a Pack of learned Cow-boys they May with the world compare none sayes them Nay On th' other side VVhole Volumes English works through Christendom havegone yea'mongst the Turks 'T is true some Irish speak good Latine though The most of their Schoolmasters do not so But none of them can speak one word of Greek or Hebrew in those tongues they are to seek VVhere all the English that do bear the name of Scholars are good linguists in the same And such as through the Gramar scarse have read In England are Doctours to them here bred The Padagogâ—es here cry'd up Humanists May blush if shame they had to come ith'Lists Of our half-Gramarians All but the blind And obstinate this truth can eas'ly find Nothing hath done more hurt toth ' English Nation Than Irish Schoolmasters by all relation The Fosterer the babes the Schools the youth Do English turn to Irish of a truth Their Speech and Manners are corrupted so That Mongrell-English may for Irish goe As in all Ages past they had an hand In all Rebellions hatch'd within this Land So will they still it much is to be doubted Ioyne with the Irish if they be not Routed For many of them who were well to passe From Church have lately turn'd now go to Masse So then the Nurse Schoolmaster and the Priest Doe foster Teach and Preach up Antichrist The Cannons of the English Church forbid Such Schoolmasters yet of them wee 're not rid And divers Statutes were in Ireland made Against them Fostering and Priests now layd Behind the backs of such as rule the rost For ' mongst the Great ones they 're conniv'd at most Though some of them are free from Imputation Of such like deeds It is my chief perswasion Some Justices of Peace for their owne ends To my own knowledge have bespoke their friends To send their Children to an IrishMaster A Papist and but a Gramaticaster And seded him within an English towne VVherein were English SchoolMasters and downe Have voted them whose skill if not exceed Did equall his of whom there was no need Vnless it were to teach an Irish smack To such as did it in their English lack This ill Example gave occasion to The Common people for the like to doe And by such means the Bread is ta'ne away Out of the English mouths now at this day A good requitall for their comeing o're Soldiers into this Land and it is more Than Probable 't will prove an Invitation To other English for planting of this Nation Shibboleth Iephthah's word recorded stands Which try'd the Rebell Ephraimites whose bands Were scatterd when Forty and two thousand At â—ordan Passages fell by his hand Though they themselues Ephraimites deny'd By Sibboleth pronouncing they 're descry'd So here I say the tongue will soon discover Which is the man that is an Irish lover Bid him but say This thing in Mouth A Third Hee 'l fairly say Dis Ting in Mout A Tird Some say the water of St. Patricks well When English drink thereof like to a Spell By Magick Art procur'd makes them forgetfull Of English Manners others hold deceitfull Is the Irish Clime transforming Mens minds Toth ' Countrey Customs turning with all winds But not the Water nor the Irish Clime Have pow'r o're Noble minds Spirits sublime Contemne the Elements there 's no mutation VVith them Nor subject are to alteration 'T is he who hath an evil eye whose mind Is not with Vertue but full fraught with wind And such as place their chiefest happinesse In things below the Sun whose thoughts are lesse To be good than great faine would have excuses For unjust actions and father abuses Done to their Neighbours on the land or water VVhen their base hearts are guilty of the matter He well observ'd in writing Irelands Story Sir Iohn Davies Since first the English Conquer'd it the the glory VVhereof he gave to Strongbows Martiall hand VVho then made Englands King Lord of this Land How that the great Estates some Chieftaines had VVithin three Ages made them prove as bad Or worse than the Wild-Irish were before For they did much oppress and Lord it o're Their followers that help'd them for to gaine The Countrey So that these poore souls were faine For England from their Tyranny to flye Here quitting their Estates when by and by Broke forth Rebellions for the strongest hand was all the Law they would have in this Land Then England would be forc'd againe to send More Men to make new Conquests and defend The Title which to Ireland it did claime For the first Conquerers were scarce in name English Degenerating so in manners That they did March under the Rebells Banners And it was harder to suppress that crewe Than the Wild Irish who was beat by few Nay 't is suppos'd the Major part this day Of Irish are but Mongrells such as they For many of Queen Elizabeths men In these last Warres were Rebells But 't is ten To one that they were Papists or my life For it they Marry'd had an Irish wife Which were grand Causes of degeneration Ever observ'd to happen in this Nation 'T was not for want of wholsome Laws still made So long it was e're Ireland could be said To be an English Plantation but ' cause There wanted Execution of those Laws For had Oppression been but peep'd into The meaner sore had liv'd here as they doe In England where Yeomen and Tradesmen dare Demand their debts o th' best not standing bare And if the statutes against Fosterers And those made against Irish SchoolMasters And Priests had been observ'd this Land had then Been well planted with perfect English men Such as to flatter are asham'd or turne From English principles would sooner burne VVho love their Countrey speech bee 't ne're so broad Beyond an Irish Tone though their abode Be in the Countrey chuse to be untarght Rather than learn'd esteeming that so naught If none but Irish Teachers they can have They'd Latine Jack their Native tongue to save And rather than marry an Irish wife VVill Batchellers remain for tearme of life And for Religion had rather than Papists Be any thing the Heathens and meer Athists Did never hold To Murther men was Just Because not of their Sect. As Papists must Believe to kill an Heretick is Merit Monsters in Nature that 's their Divlish Spirit The English Custom 's not to put to Nurse Their Children untill Gold have fill'd their purse Or esse the Mother can't give suck and then They claime no Foster-kindred being Men Nor are they Foster'd up in Idlenes Although their Parents do great wealth possesse But they do