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A56578 The fanatick indulgence granted anno 1679. By Mr. Ninian Paterson. Paterson, Ninian, d. 1688. 1683 (1683) Wing P693; ESTC R217125 7,716 23

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Prophesie is hid The Leopard must lie down with the kid Then wheel about and as at first ye were The Court commands the haughtie Presbiter Auspicious peace clapps her triumphant wings Betwixt the Presbiterians Cause and Kings That valiant heel runs from it self at last That lately ran from Bothwel-bridge so fast Yet who should challenge those the King will cocker Stay stay then take up that ewe and yoak her A companie of bloody mutineers Who alwayes set both Church and State by th' ears The Planets if we trust the Astrologer At their wretcht birth were all irregular A tribe that would that learned Greek compel To bring Metempsychosis too from hell Changing like weather Cocks still at the flight Like Metra daughter to the hungrie wight Still skittish finding fault with that with this Making the Bible Metamorphosis The Hieroglyphicks of all ill no less Then the perfection of all wickedness For if uncleanness lyes and murders be The Devils markes they 're Devils more then he Sleep Pluto sleep thou has no more to do Wher 's one of those ther 's hell and Legion too All coxcomb motly clowns yet could invent A way to Heaven called Kirk Government Where Major Wier who galls their memories Is now call'd Maximus and bears the keyes They 'r Dan and Bethels Calfs yet whom before Ladyes not on their face prostrate adore These she-Fanaticks worst of Papists be If creature worship be worst Poperie Yet since Sharp's slain Justice may fall asleep And her revengful sword in scabbard keep And it may be Astrea's gainful trade To use her ballance now more then her blade Or since correction makes the rabble worse Its gallantrie to let them take their course So Lybian Lyons in ther high wrought rage With Bulls and Panthers only will engage While the dull snail and painted butterflie Glides through the Air or craw'ls securely by We fear not then the Caledonian Boar As the Tangier his wanscot faced Moor. For such Indulgence were he nee'r so wild Would make a Tyger or a Panther mild How many have severe proceedings ended Whom such indulgence might perhaps amended If Iove dart thunder still when men revolt He quickly would not leave himself a bolt VI. Indulgence if an Act of Pollicie It s deep as hell or as the heavens it's hie To gather altogither in a train And Iehu and Baals Priests to Act again Or else it 's like to JESUS who did call From Heaven and pardoned a slaughtering Saul Amen good LORD but let us never see Our King accurst for letting Syria free Me thinks I saw our trembling Kirk for life Panting like Isaack underneath the knife And heard Heavens cry CHARLES withdraw that blow Let not these ramms caught in the thickets go But since it s done Heavens pardon all offence In pities or in Policies pretence Yet we thought Policy should taught you rather To Indulge them as they indulg'd your Father Or as he did we fear too late yee 'l see There are extreams of gracious Clemencie Since none may say what doest thou I take leave Indulgeo seldom hes the accusative Mollis illa educatio quam indulgentiam vocamus nervos omnes mentis corporis frangit Quintilianus Nimia principum clementiorum lenitas innumer a mala Caedes Latrocima in ipsorum ditionibus gignit adeo principum Indulgentia quam inclementia publicè nocentior est Machiavellus de Principe cap. 17. O Cruel and wicked Indulgence that is now found guilty of the death not only of the Priests People but of Religion Unjust mercy can never end in less then blood and it were well if only the body should have cause to complain of that kind cruelty Halls-works first vol. lib. 11. pag. 967. In Mr. Ninian Paterson his Book of Epigrams Lib. 3 Epi. 4 The Ghost of King Charles the First is brought in thus speaking Non scelus ingrati populi non palma rebellis Me non ira poli noxa luesve soli Non vis foeta dolis non daemonis aestus astus Sed mea me pietas perdidit atque fides Esto tibi clemens populo me teste rebelli Impius es princeps qui cupis esse pius Englished abus Nor crimes nor sucoess of the rebell crue Nor yet Heaven vengeance nor earths curse me slew Valor not wiles Hells craft nor rage annoy'd Me my Indulgence and my faith destroy'd Art thou a pious Prince learn this of me Kindness to rebels is impietie A welcome to his Royal Highness IAMES Duke of Albanie to the Kingdom of Scotland Novr. 24. 1679. NOw now I know what made the Eolian ●lave Stern Northern Boreas lately so outbrave Our hosts of mists and clouds and sweep the sky With his swell'd cheeks to brush a canopy For Justice Princely Stuard that none may know Tempests above or murmurs here below Welcome Great Sir welcome as was the light To Chaos after an eternal night For in this distance from our CHARLES his wayn Only lights elder Brother here did raign We were so dark and in so great a thrall Egypt might well boast our Original And Lesly make less-ly who sayes we came From Scota Pharohs Daughter whence our name And make Buchanans Ghost for to recall Both our Ius Regni and Original Shine then upon our poor Cimmerian clime Make this our first of moneths of years of time All annals eternize this happy day Let it be Rubrick and an Epochee To all succeeding generations Since THE BLEST ARRIVAL of that Noble Prince Let old men blesse their fates that made them last Till now and young men that they made such haste For all dayes untill this had lost their Names In golden number since our late King JAMES Heavens grant our Scotland once more the renown To bring him furth shall wear the British Crown And since it 's thought good fortune Lacqueys names Let him be REX Pacificus A JAMES That so this Isle the worlds Epitomee Neptuns inclosure once more Gods may be Yee 'r welcome then Great Sir to put a date To the tempestuous tumults of our state Whose boiling billows to that hight did rise Like Gyants to wage warr against the skies Ambitious is that raging foaming main Once more to exalt it self o're CHARLES his wain But all in vain Heavens will all storms defeat Where CHARLES is Pilot Great JAMES his mate Be our physician all our fears appease Calm Church distractions and cure states disease And crush them Sir for they are your worst friends Who turns their publick power to private ends Ambitious Phaetons may they have place Will gladly sacrifice their Countries peace Ye will see Royal sparkes amongst our smoak Wee 'l be your Ivi if yee 'l be our oak And faithfully we promise for our parts Tho we cannot give Crowns we will give hearts Let English be more fortunate throughout Bate us that ace we Scots are still as stout Nor power nor honour is confin'd to place The Trojans ruins rais'd the Roman race Nay we have some who fame and honour breath Dare gaze undaunton'd on the face of death Who to the whispers of a palefac't fear Or dreadfull danger never lent an ear Whose purchases altho not great yet good Were bought with sweat and sealed with their blood All which in camp or court by night or day If you command are ready to obey May 't only please your Highness quash these fears We have conceiv'd from dalted Whiggimares And yet what e're these villains did presume Their flamm at last did only prove a sume So may health honour saftie still attend Your Royal Highness to an happy end And still like Caesars may intrancing blisse Crown your desires or else prevent your wis●● And be it registrate in after storie Your presence was our happiness and glory Ad Illustrissimum Principem JACOBUM ALBANIAE Eboraci Ducem DVX duce ubique DEO per te tua Scotia sumit Fracta ani●●s mores barbara pa●per opes FINIS James Stuart Anagr. True Majeste ablato A. S. * Sanum The Bishops murder 2 Kings 6. 25. Vid. Pell de Indulg Lib. 1. c. 13. Lightfoots Temple Service c. 9. * This was fulfill'd in Cameron and his companie the Spawn of the Indulgence Pythagoras Si quoties peccant b●mines c. At the arrival of his R. Highnes it blew hard The dutchess was reported with Child
THE FANATICK INDULGENCE Granted ANNO 1679. Si natura negat facit indignatio versum Qualemcunque potest Juvenal Sat. 1. By M r. NINIAN PATERSON EDINBVRGH Printed by DAVID LINDSAY and his Partners at the foot of Heriot's Bridge 1683. Ad Illustrissimum Principem IACOBVM ALBANIAE Et Eboraci Ducem PRinceps magne meae tibi si placuere Camoenae Muneris instat erit quod plac●●re tibi At si displiceant metuendae praem●● poenae Damnum ingens claris displicuisse viris Principis est laus summa tamen dare dona Poëtis Vel magis ut placeant displiceantve minus TO HIS ROYAL HIGHNES JAMES Duke of ALBANIE GReat Sir this Poëm still conceal'd have I Till time hath Christn'd it a Prophesy Indulgence now unmasked strives to tryst With John of Leyden against Antichrist This is the Trojan Horse wherein there lies Catsbie and Vaulx with new conspiracies This the Shaftburian Crockodil his blind To lure Scotes Rogues to English commons mind Nor is this twattling fame but sure as death Witness where Welsh resign'd his latest breath This Meteor impregnated the air With some to usurp the throne and sacred chair With a new faith but not without its works Yet such as more beseemeth Iews and Turks But now wee 'r fallen in that dismall time Wherein to utter truth 's an hainous crime When squinteyed slander and hypocrisy In triumph bear away the verdant bay Protect me then the galled Brother-hood Smart censures will reject thô wise and good Being swell'd with that same furie which before Glutted it self with our dread Soveraings Gore Noll is reviv'd his Ghost drinks our ill health And we must once more try a common wealth No more Succession rather be 't our fate To truckle under illegitimate And then in our career each friend or foe Iust as we please wee 'l call or make him so And like an hurrying flood wee 'l still increass And swell our channel as we mend our pace Wee 'l scorn Hobs Leviathan whill we play Our selves i' th Ocean of Stern Tyrranny Begon Religion and be buried Law Brittain must once more turn Aceldama But oft omnipotency lurkes untill The Creaturs Pollicy and prowess fail And GOD will Joseph press and gall and wring E're he advance him second to the King And hath decreed this lot for every man To pass the red Sea e're he taste Canaan We see the Soveraign and imperial State Is not exempted from the common fate Nay Heavens impartial and resistless brow Frowns oftner on the Scepter then the plough When he securely whistles to his teem The other fears a tottring diadem All my desire Great Sir is that I may Live like an Atome in the radiant Ray Of your life-giving heat and glorious light Whose crisping spires may make me warm and bright Princes ar Prophets Guardians ye know Jacobus Rex was Aris excubo David was Poët and King James they sing Was King of Poets and the Poëts King And this emblazons most a Prince renown When he with Muses Laurel Crowns his Crown Poets and Prophets both inspir'd of GOD Were Kings Companions till our late Bownd rode Where Reason and Religion did invade A Frantick passion and prevailing made That giddie furie that awaits the power Of thy more sacred charming Hellebore And be 't thy fate for to suppress this flamm And be true Majestie thy Anagram Which for thy Anagram may justly passe As wanting the dull omen of the A. S. And spite of envy may thy glory be Confin'd to nothing but eternity The FANATICK INDULGENCE ANNO 1679. Juven Sat. 1. Sed si mora longior hortum Fanatico Indulget non illi deerit amator Mittentur braccae cultelli fraena flagellum Agmina sic veteres referent Whigimiria mores Idem Sat. 2. Sic sic Fanaticus oestro Percussus Bellona tuo pugnavit ingens Abstulit omen adhuc clari magnique triumphi Nam regem cepit sic de temone Britanno Excidit Arviragus sat not a est bellua cerno Erectas in terga sudes ast absit ab illo Dedecus hoc Claverus ait Sat. 4. ver 124. Sic vetus indulget senibus Clementia porcis Idem Sat. 6. Quae stimulat vos Iam sibi materiam Ducis indulgentia quaerit Spes nulla ulterior Idem Sat. 7. Iramque animosque a crimine sumunt THE FANATICK INDULGENCE To the KING 1. INDULGENCE thunder-clap Medusa's head Which makes us all like stones dumb stupified And with amazement confidently vow The British isle it is grown Africk now It s Crete its Crete this Island and at length Indulgence tells us what 's the Labyrinth Not in one Town but all the Nation o're Ten thousand sold to feed the Minotaure And which would make an heart of flint to bleed No hope appears of Ariadne's threed Wee are in Monsters ●ertil after this Impossible incredible what is What is 't that the Fanatick askes so great Transcends his hopes or can his wish defeat When wee thy Loyal Subjects looked for Some Halcyonian dayes the Tempests Roar And to our eyes on every rising wave Death sits in Triumph and presents a grave And in the mid'st of our dispaires and fears Tears drowns our sighs and sighs dries up our tears Wee are like Iob's these ninteen years perplext Betwixt distractions and destructions vext And that dread Sir tho not so strange as true By Scabbs and Devils now Indulg'd by you 2. Indulgence Mercy LORD from whence to whom From CHARLES Nay to ripp his mothers womb As Nero did I 'le nee'r belive't like this Ovid hath no such Metamorphosis CHARLES both merciful and wise to Act The much deplored Athamas mistake To murder his own Children and to spare The loathsome vermin the whole body tare To set three Kingdoms all again in flamm And throw poor Meleager in the same To please some mad Altheas Acts like those May frett thy friends not satisfie thy foes To lay the tittle Faith's Defender down The richest Jewel of thy radiant Crown Strike Loyalty Law and Religion dumb To please a fullsome nastie hairbraind scum A furious spawn of fiends by whom alone The devil doth blush to see himself outdone I mean their Master leaders the rest all sees Hes no more brains then sillie butter-flies And yet can act such bloody monstrous crimes Not writ in Registers of former times Rebellion murder sacriledg a fault Complext not to be purg'd with fire nor salt These to indulge is Scepter to resign And let the bramble King it o'r the vine O boundless mercy Heaven and Hell here lyes In strange how reconcil'd antipathies Base unrelenting fate could thou not spare Good Major Weir till now to have got a share Unhappy Mitchel had thou liv'd so long Thou had escaped in this damned throng And had been sentenc'd at the Council Table The innocentest traitour of the Rabble III. Indulgence in the Hebrew Hamal is Yet Hamilton swears this is none of his Projecting or procuring or desire His grace