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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A79264	Englands sad posture; or, A true description of the present estate of poore distressed England, and of the lamentable condition of these distracted times, since the beginning of this civill, and unnaturall warr. / presented to the Right Honourable, pious and valiant, Edward, Earle of Manchester.	Calver, Edward, fl. 1649.; Manchester, Edward Montagu, Earl of, 1602-1671.	1644 (1644)	Wing C315; ESTC R170351	22,334	53

spare us till thy hand be stayd That to accuse thee were but to encrease Thy fury rather then our feares release But sword of England though thou hast a charge To drink in England is the same so large And so unbounded that it hath no tye But thou must drink heer till thou drink us drye If it be so then England is accurst But if some part sword may aswage thy thirst Then shew this Kingdome since thou must have blood Drink the corrupted so thou mayst doe good But oh thou God of England who hast sent This bloody weapon for our punishment Alasse it oft too often doth mistake Then guide or sheath it for thy mercies sake The Kingdome bleeding My dlssolation must be doubtlesse neere All tokens of my fatall change appeare Bleeding and fainting gasping yea and dying If that some hand be not some help applying My late cheefe comfort in distresse my God In my distresse now whipps me with his rod. My Forts my Holds my Castles tumbling downe Nay more my King endangering a Crowne My face looks pale where beauty late sat glowing My brest are emtie whence late streams were flowing My young men flaine my virgins drownd in teares My songs of pleasure turn'd to sights and cares Where Musick sounded Bells did sing before Now Drums are beating hideous Cannons roare My friends and lovers doe amazed wring There helplesse hands my foes rejoyce and sing The Epigram Sad posture sure a spectacle wherein Wee may behold the image of our sinn Lust hath conceaved brought forth sin and loe Sin in conclusion brings forth death and woe But bleeding England could we it is true Have bled in teares for these our sins as due The streames of blood which doe increase so high Had been by teares distll'd in time put by Our Sins and want of sorrow for the same Were then the cause from whence this deluge came Unhappie men that we could not desery Our want of bleeding when our eyes were dry But England England is it yet too late Cannot our teares yet this same flood abate Oh! let us trie it teares have still done good In deepest dangers why not then stanch blood Our King turmoyling Oh heavie heavie what a weight I beare Are Royall Septers swaid with so much care Are these the Glories and delights that waite Upon a Septer priz'd at such a height I am by sacred providence a head But here lies that now which doth presse like lead Those tender members which from me take life Are with themselves now and with me at strife My subjects who are so my members deare They some seduce me others domineere And almost all my members goe about To let each others dearest blood run out Think you a head then can be free from aking Whose members heart vaines are thus bleeding breaking The Epigram Deeare and dread Soveraigne and our Sun belowe As from your highnesse beames of brightnesse flowe So beames of life to us that lie beneath And we without you very faintly breath If such a sunne may under shaddowes rest Well may your subjects be in sackcloath drest Unhappie straite then wherto you are brought Oh that we could lament it as we ought The sillie subjects for a conquest straine But still you loose which side soever gaine And yet your Highnesse doth not se et redrest Because uncertaine who advise you best Indeed dread Soveraigne men of deepest witt Most neere most deare most farr may faile but yet It were a wonder England never knew If Parliaments should not to Kings be true Our Parliament toyling Most gratious Soveraigne under whose command Next under great Iehovahs charge we stand Your grace hath put us with a charge in trust We then were Traytors should we not be just When we enjoyd your Royall presence heere And you indeed were in your proper sphere You then condemnd such lesser lights as had Abusd there stations running retrograde But now thy presence is from us withdrawne Those satall starrs upon your highnesse fawne And would perswade it too by warrs We are but commets they your fixed starrs But your conjunction with them doth declare By the effects produced what they are Your Kingdoms all to blood and death subjected Which could not be so were you well affected The Epigram Great counsel you may well recount your cares And stead of inke may sum them up in teares That such a Court should in such danger stand As hath been such a Piller to the land Yet be not daunted sith the cause is good Vertue shines cleerest when t is most withstood You were elected by a publike call What private aimes can then your acts forestall Had you been guilty in some haynous matter You might like others have been forc'd to flatter But Being guiltlesse feare not falsehood sowne By such as therby would excuse their owne Although our Soveraigne may a while be held By false suggestions Lies at length will yeeld And then the truth shall be our Soveraigns guide To prove them drosse but you the gold that 's tride Religion Shaking Well may J totter as if feaver taken When thus my pillars are remov'd and shaken Needs must I tremble as most like to slide When my upholders are so much envi'd The world indeed is with me at defiance Because I with her must not have compliance Because I may not with her greatnesse doate Ten thousand swords are drawne to cut my throate Besides the many stabbs and wounds I take By such as on me a meer cloake doe make Whiles others turne me to as many terrours By rending mein peeces into errours Poore true Religion how am I distrest The world growes troubled if I seem to rest Am I become a burden to the same Heav'n call me home then thither whence I came The Epigram Most deare Religion and of Heaven by birth Canst thou be persecuted thus on earth Hath the old serpent not forgot his spleen Which in thy tender infancy was seen No no that serpent Sathan prince of Hell Is now become a Dragon and most fell And steed of spleen persues thee with a flood To overwhelme thee and that too of blood But deare Religion heer lies thy repose The Earth shall drink this Ocean up thy foes And thou shalt finde in times of most distresse A hideing place though in the wildernesse Then deare Religion if that England may Not once againe be happie in thy stay Oh yet dispaire not God will sure prepare A biding for thee though some other where Our Lawes now quaking T is then no marvell sure you need not wonder To see the Kingdome thus lie sighing under So much distemper and distresse when we That should conforme all thus confounded be Needs must the building of a state decay When thus you take its principalls away While such as gloried in our happie state Are now bewayling there unhappie fate Late active servants we lament to see How slowe you move now and how sadd you bee Your heavie

dispell Indeed your greatnesse hath protested well But men Religious do so deeply groan That some suspect you bear not rule alone Our Parliament toyling Oh froward people or unhappie we That from you can thus ill rewarded be We seek your safty as our soules to save And yet some murmur some mistrust some rave And dare accuse us as the cause of all These warrs these judgments death and thrall For had we say they curb'd Ambitious will These hidious warrs had long ere now been still But how soever thus your spleen to vent You dare to utter what we never ment Yet God our conscience and good christians know You pay us hatred for the love you owe Which God we trust will make ere long be seen But in the meane time though you vent your spleen It shall not dant us in our charge in trust Having such witnesse that our cause is just The Epigram Most Noble Champions valiant Captaines sure Who in such onsets thus resolv'd indure Who would not freely venture on that side Where the Commanders are thus faithfull try'd Could the reproaches of malignant spight Could multitudes against a few to fight Threats smiles or losses have your minds perverted You had like some this case ere now deserted But none of these nor ought that might resist Could either draw or drive you to desist Or yeeld to such conditions as you thought Would by such yeelding be too decrely bought But some dare say you fight against your King But J dare say then you lament the thing But can they justly say so in this case When you fight for him to redeeme his grace Religion Shaking Oh! England England wilt thou let me goe Canst thou be blinded in thy jugdment soe Let me alasse instead of all remorse Thou art in Armes to drive me out by force Thou hast already into corners pent me As if thou hast a full commission sent thee From some infernall powers would domineer To worke my utter extirpation heer But England England ope thy eies more wide I may have worth thou hast not yet descry'd Thy God is with me I am his he mine Where I goe he goes we in one doe joyne Wilt thou then England drive me out indeed Because that Hell or Rome hath so decreed When my departure shall thy selfe betray And drive besides thy God of peace away The Epigram Deare deare Religion from whose breasts indeed We draw the milke which succours most at need Succours in want in war in sicknesse thrall In death in judgment succours soule and all Can we that have so many yeares been nourish'd And in thy Armes so tenderly been cherish'd Prove now abortives bastard like or worse And seek to bannish such a tender nurse England then England this no doubt hath bin A mightie aggravation of thy sin That this true Mother many yeares unknowne Hath suckled Infants which were not her owne Were we not false borne or begot indeed But of this Mother true descended seed Could we become so cruell as to see Our Mother bannish'd sure it could not be Our Lawes now quaking Sure we must perish more then suffer now What else in reason can you hence allow When such as on our safetie should agree Betwixt themselves now at most discord bee Those fountains where we had our issues granted Are now so seald up nothing can be vented Or if some little courrents breake away They run too weakly to beare wonted sway Oh then you Fountaines where should we have vent Give us more vigor by your joynt consent For if you keep us thus confind confusion Is likely to be our and your conclusion But this were dreadfull you that are the eie To see all order'd under lock and key And we your keepers to make all things fast Should through confusion loose our selves at last The Epigram You lawes thus quaking which decyphers sure You have been faulty how can you endure To see your chang now and within the same The heavie charge is laid unto your shame It is reported you have winckd at sin And in your judgment oft corrupted bin That gold hath been so pretious in your fight That judgment dazel'd where it glister'd bright That poore mens cases could not please your care Because your wisdoms did their purses feare That either favour fees or force thereby Hath made you constant in inconstancy Nay t is reported you have banishd some And courted more because precise become Then in your conscience you must needs confesse T is time in conscience you should have redresse Delinquents Plotting Up Noble spirits let us now be stirring Let us not venture all yet by demurring But let us strike now whiles the iron 's hot For now or never must the day be got Our force increaseth and doth still prevaile Our foes grow weaker and doe daily faile We have already such on un-set given then As hath you see it into corners driven them Indeed they dote of comfort in the Scots But we we feare not shall prevent their plots And if they faile them as they doe begin They will grow quickly miserable men The Scots have promisd toprevent this thing That they will never goe against their King But though some few may this their faith deny The greater part may put the lesser by The Epigram Hold hold Delinquents boast not you too fast You doe conclude as if all feare were past And you already had the day no lesse Delinquents use not to have such successe But to speake truly as indeed you ought What you have gaind yet is but dearly bought And though of conquest you can boast it out To gull the simple it is yet in doubt Nay whatsoever you have others shown You yet have no accquitance of your own But guiltie doe as Iudas did in this Betray your Master with a deadly kisse And for the Scots of whom you dare to vant As if they did a Christian feeling want They to their Soveraign will be true we know Yet not adhear unto Delinquents though The Papist plotting Come Christian Catholikes our case is good And many yeares yea hundred yeares hath stood And still shall stand indeed how should it fall Built on a Rock as Christ did Peter call And though this land this fatall land of late Hath curbd our case and us by act of state Yet both the first and most of Englands Kings Have shrouded under our Religions wings And for the present though we dare not say Our King is for us yet our Queen we may And though she seeks not to usurp his Crowne Yet where she smiles we trust he will not frowne Deare Queens of England you have shown good will Except some few to our Religion still And sure her Highnesse who doth meetly sen So neer His grace wil not our case forget The Epigram Oh! Royall Mary one of Englands pearles And set within the signet of our Charles Yea sealed in the center of His heart Though you possesse it doe not