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The foure ages of England, or, The iron age with other select poems / written by Mr. A. Cowley.
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Cowley, Abraham, 1618-1667.
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1648
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Wing C6671; ESTC R18757
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're unjust And negligent giv'n to delight and lust And what 's done there to give the more offence They still interpret in the worser sense In all they make great showes of what they 'l do They 'l hear the poor and help the needy too For in all civill Discords those that are Disturbers alwaies counterfeit the care Of Publike good pretending they will be Protectors of the Peoples Libertie The Priviledge o' th' State the good o' th' King The true Religion yet all 's but to bring Their owne designes about they 'l ruine all That they may rise though the whole Kingdome fall By these delusions us'd with dext'rous Art They drew all factious spirits to their part The childish People gazing at what 's gay Flock to these showes as to a Puppet-Play Like drunken men they this way that way reele And turne their minds as Fortune does her wheele They long for noveltie are pleas'd with showes And few truth from truth-seeming Error knowes Their love like French-mens courage does begin Like powder and goes out as soon 's 't is in The thing or person whom they dearly love Within a moment hate and disapprove They measure every Action by th' event And if they 're crost by some ill accident Whoever serves them nere shall recompence With all his vertuous deeds one slight offence So wretched is that Prince that Church that State That rests upon their love or on their hate They 'l all be Kings and Priests to teach and sway Their Brethren but they can't indure t' obey Nor rule themselves and that 's the only cause Why they 've pluck'd down Religion and the Lawes And yet will settle neither that they might Have faire pretences to make people fight For by this cunning every factious mind Hopes to find that to which he 's most inclin'd They like Miscellionists of all minds bee Yet in no one opinion can agree Their Planet-heads they in Conjunction draw As empty Skulls meet in a Golgotha Each head his severall sence though senslesse all And though their humors by the eares do fall In this they jump to disobey and hate What ere 's injoyn'd them by the Church or State And all strive to be Reformation-men Yet putting out one evill bring in ten CHAP. XV GReat men that would be little Kings did come Some led by discontent b' ambition some Others of ruin'd fortunes but a mind To pomp to sloth and luxury inclin'd Who long'd for civill warres that they might be Instal'd in wealth or we in miserie These bobtail'd Beares would faine like Lyons raign And Clownes would drive or ride in Charles his Wain These by their greatnesse were the heads of Faction The Commons must be hands and feet of Action That must by force defend if they had need Their grand design Thus on their plots succeed All humours stir'd none cur'd jarr yet conspire To be all fuell to begin the fire Some go in wantonnesse to see and some Must go because they cannot stay at home Villaines that from just death could not be free But by the Realms publique calamitie They 're like the Milt which never can increase But by the bodies ruine or disease That with our money must recruit their chests And only in our trouble have their rests Such as in luxury in lust in play Have prodigally thrown their states away Convicted persons Bankerupt Citizens That spend their own and long for other mens Servants which from their Masters hither flee And change their bondage for this libertie Men of high thoughts and of a desp'rate mind Wild Gallants whose vast thoughts were not confin'd To'th' Circle of the Lawes and all whom want Or guilty Conscience made extravagant Flock'd in to make up this new Colonie Where hainous Crimes had got a Jubilee And as in this so 't is in every state Men of low fortunes envy still and hate The good extoll the bad they disapprove All ancient Lawes and novelties do love Disdaine their own estates and envy those Whose wealth above their ruin'd fortune goes These are secure from troubles for they 're poore And come what can they can't be made much more Nor was 't a small incentive to behold How the poor Skowndrells wallowed in Gold How Kingly in their diet and array And how they do their betters daunt and sway To whom they had been vassalls heretofore And been perhaps relieved from their doore This made the Peasant who did work for 's hire Or beg or steal leave ploughing and aspire To imitate the rest as well's he can First steales a horse and then 's a Gentleman A young Phisitian well may guesse th' events Of medicines made of such ingredients For how unlikely is 't things should go right When th' Devills Souldiers for Gods cause do fight 'Mongst these they stole the hearts of some that be True meaning men of zeale and piety Though ignorantly zealous still possest By their strange Doctrine that none could be blest That were not Actors who did neuters stand God would spue out Opposers out of hand Should be cut off No mercy they decreed To th' Enemy though Christ should intercede No pardon but their goods moneys and all As guerdon of their facts to them should fall Wealth pleasure honour that were wont to be The generall spurrs to all Activitie Were largely promis'd unto every one Just as they found his inclination It was esteem'd an ordinary grace For broken Citz to get a Captaines place The wealthy Citizens whose glut'nous eye Gaz'd on the publique faith that Lotterie Though they for feare or shame were loth to do it They 'd cut down Boughs and cry Hosanna to it They brought their plate and money to this Bank Hoping for Prizes but draw forth a Blank Themselves reserve the Prizes and this stands Still gaping like the bottomlesse Quicksands You might track plate like beasts to th' Lyons den How much went in but none came out agen Here was our Primum mobile of woe This was the Mother and the Nurse on 't too Thus many were drawn in But those that were Not mov'd by love were driven on by feare CHAP. VI THe adverse part perceiving their intents Prepar'd them powers for their own defence The Gentry for the basenesse they did do Were quite discountenanc'd and justly too They grew degenerate and Gentility Was but a Nick-Name or a livery Which every wealthy Clown might have and weare And be stil'd Worshipfull They took no care To keep their blood untainted from the stain Of vulgar sordidnesse and so maintain The glory of their Ancestors that be Deriv'd to them from vast eternitie But mixt the Blood that had inrich'd their veines With each ignoble Slave or Trull for gaines Learning wit vertue birth report that be Essentiall bases of Gentilitie Vail'd all to wealth and that 's the Cause we find So many rich in purse so few in mind How many Justices did wealth advance That had nothing to show but ignorance They liv'd like