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cause_n	king_n	lord_n	time_n	4,864	5	3.7091	3	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A66795	Vox & lacrimæ anglorum, or, The true English-men's complaints to their representatives in Parliament humbly tendred to their serious consideration at their next sitting, February the 6th, 1667/8.	Wither, George, 1588-1667.	1668 (1668)	Wing W3208A; ESTC R12298	7,953	18

succour have 'T is too much like a base French stratagem To make the People poor to govern them More happy for a Prince when Aid he craves To hav 't from free-born men than injur'd slaves We are free-born we yet are English-men Let 's not like old men boast what we have been But make us happy by your gentle Rayes And You shall be the tenour of our Praise And our posterities with joynt consent Shall call you Englands healing Parliament But if you still will make our Bands the stronger If Prisoners must remain in durance longer If wandring Stars must still by force detrude Under Eclipse those of first Magnitude If Prelates still must ov'r our Conscience ride And Papists bonfires make on us beside If he and they whose Avarice and Pride So long have rid our backs and gall'd our side Have got so strong an intrest in the State That their Commitment costs so long debate Until a way be made for his escape To forreign parts there to negotiate The edge of Justice surely's turn'd aside To cut the poor ones flesh and save the Hide If you mens Lusts and Av'rice gratifie And yet our empty Purse-strings will unty You are too free of what nev'r was your own And know you only make us more to groan Asse-like and surely any mortal man Will seek to ease his burden when he can There 's not an English-man but well hath learn'd Your Priviledges are alike concern'd With all our Liberties That he that doth Infringe the one usurps upon them both And shall it on your Door and Tombs be writ This was that Parliament so long did sit While Conscience Liberty our Purse and Trade The Country City Ships and All 's betray'd That made an Act for building on the Vrn But no Inquest who did the City burn To feed a Palmer-worm who threw away That publick stock that Seamen should defray Since now you have an opportunity Redeem your selves and us from Slavery If not the Wheel goes round there is no doubt You 'l also share with those you have turn'd out Vivat Lex Rex POST-SCRIPT IF ere you leave us in a lasting-Peace 'T is by redressing all our Grievances When Rulers stop their ears to th' Peoples cryes Those are sad symptoms of Catastrophies In Watch or Clock things made irregular Though ne're so small make all the work to jar And in the Body Natural 't is sound That if an Humour doth therein abound That the Physician must extenuate And make it with the rest co-operate So if in Bodies Politick there be Not found 'twixt all Estates a harmony They cease not till in tract of time they bring All to Confusion Peasant Lord and King To make some great and ruine all the rest In this a Commonwealth cannot be blest And doth it follow hence great Sirs that we Must be made Beggars to posteritie Let Equity and Justice plead our Cause And then refer us to our antient Laws If Magna Charta must be wholly slighted We must conclude our Rulers are benighted But needs must we be poor when it is known We 've had a second Pearce of Gaveston Your Power is sovereign else we durst not quote His poysonous name without an Antidote Perfideous Clarenden that potent Thief His Prince's blemish and the Peoples grief Who once did scorn to plunder by retail Who stretch'd the State 's purse till the strings did fail He and his fellow Juglers found the knack To plow deep furrows on the Nations back Like Glaziars who incite the roaring Crew Windows to break that they may make them new So they pick Quarrels with our Neighbor Nations Then baul at you to peel us with Taxations Which having got stil more and more they crave Ev'n like the Horsleech or devouring Grave For Avarice cannot be satisfi'd No more than Belzebub and 's Brother Hide That Machiavil we have not yet forgot Who brew'd that wicked hellish Northern Plot Where many Gentlemen had ruin'd been If Providence had not stept in between Who then amongst vour selves secure can be If this be not check'd by Authoritie He was one of that open-handed Tribe Whose Avarice ne're yet refus'd a Bribe What suit of Law soev'r before him came He that produc'd most Angels won the Game Be 't right or wrong or Plaintiff or Defendant Should have the Cause if Gold were at the end on 't How did he send without remorse or fear Thousands brave English to that Grave Tangier What usage had the Scots thousands can tell When the late Remonstrators did rebel Whilst Irish Rebels quit their old O hone Poor English Protestants take up that tone Empson and Dudly's facts compar'd with his Were but nights darkness unto Hells Abiss The famous Spensers did in type pourtray What should be acted by this Beast of prey Earth him and you shall find within his Cell Those mischiefs which no Age can parallel War Fire and Blood with vast expence of Treasure Ruine of Englishmen his chiefest pleasure In fine for Mischief he was what you will The perfect Epitome of all ill All good men hate his Name nay which is worse Three Nations doggs him with their heavy curse As he regarded not the Widows tears So ye just Heavens multiply his fears Let Cains most dreadful doom soon overtake him And his companion Gout never forsake him Let Heavens Vengeance light upon his pate Till all our wrongs it doth retaliate Till he himself to Justice doth resign Let all men call him Cursed Clarendine Dexterous Artist he with little ease Transplanted Dunkirk from beyond the Seas And dropt it near that fatal spot of Land Where for him now Tyburn doth weeping stand The ecchoing Ax out of the Tow'r doth call To speed this Monster Epidemical But he upon us having plaid his prank Follows his Brethren Finch and Windebank Thus Hide by name is Hide by practice too Yet cannot hide from Heav'n tho hid from You. And being gone hath left his Imps behind Whose only work is all your Eyes to blind Lest tracing him you find their villany Yet known to few but the All-seeing Eye If any thing of common fame be true He 's only gone our Mischiefs to renew And if his practice justifie our fears Hee 'l sets again together by the ears Ambition's of the nature of the Devil Alwayes to brood and hatch and bring forth evill If true that Maxime be Kings cannot err With modesty we may from thence infer Ill thrives that hapless Nation then that shows A silent Prince and Chancellor that crows Over his Equals over all his Peers Over Fanaticks over Cavaliers He was so absolute 't was hard to say Or he or Charles whether we must obey Rose from a Gentleman too near the Throne Sought not the Nations Intrest but his own You are our Bridle in such Tyrants jaws That would destroy us and subvert our Laws Now hold the Beign now keep the Ballance true Find those Bandetro's that do lie purdue If you like Cato for your Country stand Three noble Nations are at your command Whilst Justice Truth Right ousness do guide you Wee 'l be your Guard whatever shal1 betide you Disarm the Papists and secure our Ports Place Protestants iu Garrisons and Forts Why should the French and Irish here bear sway That Enemies to England are this day Let not our Magazines remain with those That burnt our City and abide our Foes Whose hellish bloody principles are such To butcher English-men they think nor much What Safety Peace or Trade can we expect When these protected are and you neglect Us to secure against such Cut-throat Dogs As swarm now in our Land like Egypts Frogs What means the flocking of the French so fast Into our Bowels thus with Arms to hast And must our Horses which of value be Be unto France transported as we see Are not our Forts and Castles all betray'd When all their Stores and Guns aside are laid Out of the reach of such as would oppose Forreign Enemies and Domestick Foes Did the Dumb Child when at his Father's throat He saw a Knife immediately cry out Can we be silent when the Train is laid And Fire-works prepared as 't is said Look through the Vail and yon will soon espy The Romish Councils close at work do lie To undermine You and Religion too Look well about you lest you do it rue Now is the time to quit your selves like men Now stand up for our Liberties and then The Lawrel Wreath and never-fading Bayes Shall crown your heads and we shall sing your praise Is there no Balm in Gilead is there no Physician there Why then is not the health of the daughter of my people recovered FINIS