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A plea for prerogative, or, Give Cæsar his due being the wheele of fortune turn'd round, or, the world turned topsie-turvie : wherein is described the true subjects loyalty to maintain His Majesties prerogative and priviledges of Parliament / by Thorny Aylo, alias, John Taylor.
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Taylor, John, 1580-1653.
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A Plea for PREROGATIVE OR Give Caesar his due Being the Wheele of Fortune turn'd round Or The World turned topsie-turvie Wherein is described the true Subjects loyalty to maintain his Majesties Prerogative and priviledges of Parliament By Thorny Aylâ— alias Iohn Tayler Malice Disloyalty War and Sects aspire Religion Peace Obedience are i th mire MALLICE PEACE.RELIGION.OBEDIENCE.LOVE.WAR.SECTS.DISLOYATY Religion Peace Obedience Love no doubt Though they be lâ—t the Wheele will turne about London printed for T. Bankes 1642. A Plea for PREROGATIVE OR Give Caesar his due THE Divel 's horne-mad Religion here should florish Or England constantly the Truth should nourish And He contriving with the Romish Sect They soon a hellish stratagem project That with a strange blast of a Powder-blow Into the Ayre the Parliament to throw And with a whirle-winde terrour to appall Gods Word profest the Court the State and all Records Lawes Statutes Grants Decrees and Charters Men women children piece-meale torne in quarters Magnifique Buildings pompous Monuments Illustrious guildings sumptuous ornaments King Prince Peeres Commons with one puffe should caper And in a moment turn'd to ayre and vapour The Divell and Rome are all starke mad at this That they their great desired aime should misse Devis'd more mischiefes from th' infernall pit To make us this deliverance to forget And be ingratefull to that power above Who this great danger from us did remove For Sathan knowes that base ingratitude Doth all and every damned vice include And therefore 't is the totall of transgressions To be unthankfull for Gods gracious blessings There 's nothing else drawes down th' Almighties hate It hath dismembred wretched Englands state Pride avarice lust hath broke our happy peace And daily do our sins and shames increase He 's a wise man that without danger can Serve God his King and be an honest man For in these dayes to speak truth and do right Is paid with scandall danger and despight Thus vice is entred vertue is thrust out And Fortunes Wheele is madly turn'd about Peace Love Religion and Obedience Are vertues of exceeding excellence Yet as the Picture in the Wheele doth show They are turn'd downwards in the spokes below Whilst Malice War Sects and Disloyalty Are in the upper spokes exalted high And true Obedience neuer did refuse To give to God and Caesar both their dues Though she be humble free from arrogance Yet her humility doth her advance And though she be trod downe I make no doubt But Fortunes Wheel will shortly turn about Disloyalty doth proudly over-top her And makes a glistning guilded shew of copper Full of corruption basenesse and deceit Deluding and most feigned counterfeit Some do complain of Fortune and blinde chance And do their hands and eyes t'wards heaven advance And cry O God which madst the glorious Sun What hath poore England 'gainst Religion done That all her goodnesse topsie turvie lyes Derided jeer'd at wrong'd by contraries Religion was the sacred bond and tye The rule and square how men should live and dye The ground and sole foundation of the Law The good mans sword and shield the bad mans awe T was one entire in Majesty high stated Now broken fractur'd rent and dislocated Divided into Sects in pieces shatter'd And like a Beggers cloake all patch'd and totterd And what hath England done to worke all this Nothing at all but doing all amisse Esteeming earths corrupted faâ—ing drosse And slighting heaven and true Religions losse These are the causes these for vengeance cals This makes high climers to have loest fals When men seeke Honour with ambicious guile My little wit doth at their follies smile That though they seeme most glorious great and stout Yet Fortunes Wheele will quickly turne about The potent Pope and Conclave of that Sect Did and do daily stratagems project The mungrill Papist the Arminian The consubstantiall misled Lutheran The Anabaptists Brownists Arians Scismaticall Disciplinarians These and more Sects of Seperatists beside Do from Religion to opinion slide And as they from each other disagree In various fashions God is serv'd we see Th' eternall Word 's high Majesty in such That man can never honour it too much Is turnd unto the lowest spoke o' th Wheele And too too few the overthrow doth feele The King who is the Lords anointed knowne Whose Crownes and Kingdomes under God's 〈◊〉 I will not say 't t' oppresse but true and just To guide all under his great charge and trust Though he next Christ imediate power hath And his resisters merit heau'ns hot 〈◊〉 Yet this is not remembred very few Will render Caesar what is Caesars due Which is obedience loyalty and love Because his power is from the power above But Church and State are by the rabble rout Abus'd thus Fortunes wheele is turn'd about Religion true that ought to be the â—ye From God to man that man should 〈…〉 Is made a stable a very staulking horse Wherein each beast doth 〈◊〉 a beastly course Religion now each ignoramus whirles Into the fancies of fooles boyes and girles Who dare talke of Misterious 〈◊〉 Better then Bishops can in 〈…〉 They can finde out Daniels prophetique meaning And from the Bible they have so much gleaning That they dare venture with their quirks and quips To expound Saint Iohn and his Apocalips Thus they thinke we and we thinke they are out But Fortunes wheele I hope will turne about Sects up are mounted and their impudence And ignorance hath drove Religion hence As once the Papists in Queene Maries raigne The Protestant profession did disdaine When swords and halters and tormenting flames Exiles imprisonments and all th'extreames That hell or Roman 〈…〉 The Gospell to suppresse by tyranâ—ize And now the Almighty hath this Kingdome grac'd That Popish superstition is defac'd A crew of new Sects are sprung up of late As bad as Papists were to Church and State Whose barren knowledge seemes all things to know Who would all rule and learning overthrow Whose wisdomes still are in the wane most dull Whose ignorance is alwayes at the full Whose good workes are invisible so good Not to be seene felt heard or understood Of these mad Sects ther 's too too many a wigeon That doth despise the Protestant Religion And worse then Papists they deride and flout But Fortunes wheele I guesse will turne about Peace the same day that Christ rose from the grave Was the first gift He his Disciples gave And that his Peace should still with them remain He eight dayes after gave them Peace again That Peace which passeth understanding all Is racketed and bandied like a ball Warre strife contention mischiefe and debate Opposeth Peace and seekes to ruinate Faire England by the meanes of men accurst Who wrong her most whom she hath bred and nurst And now against her Peace th' have madly fought But Fortunes wheele I know will turn about Love is the Livery cognizance and Crest Christ gives his servants who are ever blest Th' immortall God left glorious heaven above And was made mortall O transcendent Dove Nay more he for his enemies did dye And rise that they might live eternally He cald them brethren so their loâ—es to win And made himselfe like them in all but sin He cals each true beleeving soule his brother And lov'd us so cause we should love each other But all this love which he bestow'd so free Is back repaid with Malice as we see The Wheele doth shew us how the case doth stand Malice and hatred hath the upper hand Our words and works do shew we love him not Our love to one another is forgot We say and do the most part to this end He that so lov'd us how we may offend And stead of loving one another as Our blessed Saviours last Commandment was With malice we would cut each others throats Which shewes we do not wear Christs livery coats And as Himselfe hath long agoe foretold Th' increase of sin makes many mens love cold Thus man his malice against man doth spout God grant the Wheele may quickly turne about Nor shall my Muse in this taske further run I wish the King and Parliament had done That as his Majesty is knowne to be Gods chiefe vicegerent in his soveraignty So He with them may All as one combine To settle things both Humaine and Divine That we may be held free from all offence And gaine him hither and not drive him hence With Libels tumults and a wretched rout For which I 'le hope the Wheele will turn about FINIS Ioh. 20.19 26. Phil. 4.7 Ioh 13.35 Heb. 2 1â—