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
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
bring them up at such a rate As is most sutable to their Estate Some shall their Youth at Schoole and Colledge spend Others at Inns of Court their Studies end Some go to Trades others their Stately Teams Are wont to drive VVhilst here all 's in extreames A Gentleman or Churle Scholar or Cowboy No Trade but Merchant serves for ev'ry Plow-boy Hee that can reckon but his Pedegree Twenty descents from a Gentleman Hee I say as a poor gentleman will beg All o're the Kingdome till he hath one leg i th ' Grave rather than he will so disgrace His farre fetche Kindred and their Gentile race By being of a Trade though ne're so good He will be Hang'd first and not stain his Bloud Another Evil in Ireland we see VVhich happens most to such as English be Farmers can't live unlesse their VVealth be great Or be befriended by some Potentate A Freehold worth ten pounds a year's no more To live on than to make the owner Poor VVho must attend all Sessions and Assiâ—es And Turnes and County Courts and all devices That may be if his land doe bound or 's near Any Great Mans He dares not but be there Or else hee ' s Fin'd a Quarters Rent at least That in short space he shall not have a Beast To ride on or a Garran for to Plough 'T was ever fo in Ireland and so 't is now Then fain hee 'd sett his Land But who dares take it For he must Sell't out right or quite forsake it ' Cause this Great man doth only aime to Ha'te Hee Sells it to him even at 's owne Rate Then if hee 's VVife for England hee 'l away Before all 's gone where that in Peace he may Of a small Stock or by a working hand Live better there than here on 's Freehold Land To goe or stay now doubtfull is the matter For live he can't here well if he can't Flatter And if therein he get not the right knack He shall have Teige and Dermott on his back With Mongrell Sheorge and his appostate friends To sit on 's skirts ' gainst whome good Lord defend's Who will back-bite him and traduce him so That though hee 's poor yet poorer he shall grow Ill sed Cloathed and Lodg'd the man falls sick And weary of the world cares not how quick Death summons him unto the silent grave VVho trusts in Christ that he his Soul will save Hee liues not long but yet he doth survive His neighbours Charity which he alive Amongst his Countreymen long since saw dead VVho unto Doggs do throw the Childrens bread And wil use means to save an Oxe or Cow Of their owne but their poor Countrey-man now They have no need of for he looks for Cates They say is too fine mouth'd and at the rates The Irish de can't live give them Potatoes They 'l Boyle and Roast and stroke up their Mustachoes This makes them Teige employ cause he will serve For lâ—sse than English can so they must starve Thus Irish fare must serve the man that labours Which hath destroy'd many poor English neighbours The honest man thus deed now goes to wracke That family his widdow at her back Getts up their youngest child the rest by th' hand She takes and goes to him who hath much Land An English man suppose and tells her grief And for her and the children beggs relief From thence they strike o're to an Irish Village VVhere Stacks of Corne they see and store of tillage But when they 're there the people of the place Come round about them stareing in their face And call them Clan Igauda's in disgrace That without Alms from thence they trudge apace Then doe they goe to such another man Though ten miles off if one such finde they can As was the Childrens Father though no kin VVith whom they doe make bold he takes them in And setts such meat before them as he eats Condoles their case and gives advise not threates To goe for England amongst their owne friends And when refresh'd a Garrane to them lends To bring them to some towne with English planted VVho have not yet forgot that they once wanted Such men as was these poor soules Father and They make a purse to send them for England VVhere we suppose they shall some comfort find ' Mongst Christians there who will relieve their kind And where I leave them sadly to report How our Grandees Oppresse the meaner sort VVhich to confirm and to make Assidavit I 'de bring Tea thousand if need were to have-it But now ' cause this poor Man doth personate The major part o th' English who of late VVere Soldiers let me not begrudge my breath To tell how it was sound he came by 's Death The Crowner being call'd one Mr Justman VVhome if I mayn't believe I 'le never trust-man In pannelled a JURY whose Fore-man VVas Mr. Reason next him if I can tells name I thinke was Mr. Look-sharp who VVith three more such was sworn and next unto Them Mr. Experience with his Pair-Royall And three with Mr. Tell-troth pass'd o th' Tryall First Reason he began the Corps to view He pass'd byth'old wounds and look'd about for new But finding none he Judged him to die Oâ—â— Countrey-Disease or some maladie Inward which master'd had his vitall part And did suppose Oppression went to 's heart Next Mr. Look-sharp with his three espy'd OId wounds that were on 's head and some on 's side Which look'd like Cutts Thrusts or Stals with Skeans The least whereof might well have been a means To have brought him to 's end for such like Scarres Had many Kill'd the first day of the Warres But ' cause they saw them whole they pass'd them by And on his meagre face they east their eye Which did denote he had been hardly vsed And to say truth was over much abused They spy'd his neck to bend his Sholders black As if hee 'd borne Oppression on his back VVhich made them judge that gave the man his Bane VVhereat the Corps did as 't were Sneeze againe Then said Experience and his three Friends The Countrey-Disease in three kinds extends Itselfe first Murther then the Blondy-â—lix Which hath consum'd more men by three in six Than did the Sword in the late Bloudy VVarre The last's Oppression whereof lett 's take care o th' First and Last Ireland was never free But to the Last let ts Death ascribed be At length comes tell-troth who brings up the Rear And his companions all speak without feare That this man had been long sore sick But never Had any comfortable thing whatever To cure his grief the man was Broken-hearted E're since the day that he with his Land parted They said he faintly spake on his Death-bed Not all the Wounds he had receiv'd on 's head And in his body Some at Knocknonosse Some at Conmell at Lymrick and at Rosse No nor the Bloudy Flux but 't was Oppression That did him Kill
to God he made 's Confession And did declare toth ' World it griev'd him more To see the English make the English poor Than all the hardships he did e're indure And 't was too late then to prescribe him cure Hee pray'd God to forgivetheir Sin and turne Their hearts for whoÌ„ to 's Death he needs must mourne Cause Evil they had done for Good and did conclude They was most guilty of Ingratitude Though 't is but some English I 'le not say all Are so and those too now I hope mend shall This said it was the Vote o th' whole Enquest The man had liv'd had he not been Opprest Which is one kind of the Countrey-Disease Infectious and Mortall in times of Peace When bred of Wealth grows envious and haughty Good mens enemy and friend to the naughty Now since the Disease is found out the Cure To tak 't in time may be effected sure The Learned say whose sayings lett ' respect Remove the Cause that takes away th' Effect I 'me no Physitian but by chance have gott Three good Receits which in my mind may not Be much unfit to be prescribed here To cure this Countrey-Disease far and near The first Receit AGainst the first kinde cre while callâ—d Murthor Ne're trust an Irish Papist further than you can throw an Oxe and if he flatter Suspect deceit to be the end o th' matter Let him not wear a Sword nor yet a Skâ—an Nor be too intimate with him if mean You do to sleep in a whole skin Put not A Gun into his hands Powder or Shott To kill the Dawes Nor give or Lend or Sell To such as he though he shoot ne're so well Let him not be your Fowler if you can In Ireland find but any English man For by such means they Arm'd themselves at first And after that into Rehellion burst And with the Weapons of the very Owner Have Murtherd him their hearts as hard as stone-are Let him not ride in the Militia-troops Nor in a Man of Warre whose stately Poops Was not ordain'd for Shamrogeers to serve Lest they Betray or else doe from you swerve Whereby the English may at Sea and Land This Deare-bought Kingdome keep vnder command Let not the want of Numbers e're invite The Ppaists aid to Joyne with you in fight But Trust on God to Help you in your need Not Isr'el-like on Egypts broken Reed The Scriptures do declare Armies have been Too great for God to lead and that was seene By David and valiant Ionathan Said God could save by few the arm of man He did despise so say's the Sacred Story Lest to themselves Men should a scribe the glory If any private Murther chance to be As from such like this Nation 's seldome free Let not the Murtherer escape whose bloud Shall be on his owne head and reason good GODS Law doth warrant it let not affection Favour or fear or any mans Protection Save the Offenders life Who sheds mans Bloud By Man shall his be shed though ne're so good Let not pretence of Valour or a Duell Have countenance in Law or to the cruell Murtherer be hopes of pardon this sure against all Murther if not to say cure Is a good Antidote taken in season This Kingdome to preserveith ' eye of Reason The Second Receit THis second kind doth only bear the name Of the Countrey-Disease in warre this same Doth vse t'outvie the Sword the cause is want Of wholsome dyet and good Lodgings scant From whence this Disease doth proceed Fresh men Are subject most to this scarce one in ten But at some time or other hath been sick of this very Disease 't is not so quick As is the former kind yet more have dy'd Of it than of any other beside Med'cins for th'Flux are plenty some will drink New Alâ— over the Kieve for it some think The leanest flesh of a Buttocke of Biefe Fresh and half broyl'd Griskin-like's the chief As forth ' Ague-in England so we here For this Receits have store that I 'le for bear Now any more to name ' cause I intend But this one preservative to commend First keep Rebellions downe which causeth Warre Warre bringeth Scarcity and that Hard fare Hard fare and cold causeth the Bloudy-Flux VVhich Thousands English into their Gravesplucks Now if VVarre happen to be counted wise Better than heretofore your Soldires prize Let them have constant Pay to buy them food And see their Provant be wholsome and good And let their Garrisons unto them yield Good Lodgings and when out they goe toth ' Field Let them have Tents and pitch on Champaign ground VVhere Fire and Water may be eas'ly found All things so order'd will doubtlesse prevent The Bloudy-Flux to Armyes incident This last in Warre the rest in simes of Peace Are Med'cines against the Countrey-Disease The Third Receit AGainst Oppression thus runs my Receit Take out of Holy Scripture ev'ry Threat pronounc'd against that Sin spread them upon A fine cloath of Vnderstanding let none Of them be lost and if your Plaister crumble Or stick not fast your Vnderstanding humble By dipping it ith'Oyle of Grace then cling As'twere a Cere-cloath 't will toth ' Vâ—â—'rous thing That done apply the Plaister to the part That doth Oppresse which most on end 's the Heart Thence ne're remove it till it make you say Like Samuel behold I 'me here this day VVitness against me now before the Lord And before his Annoynted say the word VVhose Oxe have I taken whose Asse or whome Have I defrauded let the Oppressed come Of whose hand have I any Bribe receiv'd To blind mine eyes therewith be not deceiv'd And I will it restore to them I doubt If some Men here should say the like then out VVould come an answer not like his the Poor English would say then first our Armes restore VVhich you unjustly tooke away by force Not paying what they cost us out of purse VVherewith by Gods blessing we did regaine This lost Kingdome and made you Lords in vaine Have we ventur'd our Lives and lost our Bloud To get Estates for you if this be good Requitall Judge yee sure it was not so That Isr'el answer'd Samuel No no They said thou hast not us defrauded not Oppressed us neither did'st thou take for A Babe ought of any mans hand the Lord And his Anoynted witness 't is our word This Med'cine may be fitt for the Trustees o th' Forty-Nine who by their licking Fees I 'le not say Bribes have got such vast Estates Makes Wise Men think of what the Vulgar prates The Green-Chamber bus'ness was but a Cheat Not well perceav'd their Jugling was so neat Till now we see theirs was an Army strange All Officers No Soldiers could they range In Muster-Rolls it seems they all were Slaine And their Dead-Pays toth ' Trustees now remaine This Med'cin's for the use of such as have A mind like Ahabs to whome his Wise gave Naboths Vineyard because it