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A84647 Radius heliconicus or, the resolution of a free state. Fletcher, R. 1651 (1651) Wing F1356; Thomason 669.f.15[83]; ESTC R212097 1,620 1

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RADIUS HELICONICUS OR THE RESOLUTION OF A FREE STATE Emori per virtutem praestat quam vitam miseram atque inhonestam ubi alienae superbiae ludibrio fueris per dedecus amittere Salust FAme is the life of action He that will Grasp at a world must not be scar'd with ill Or any puling Sophistry that may Clog a brave mind or rust it by delay But Gallantry should ramble in the stile Of roaring Torrents over-run of foile That worm Obstruction no Attempts can be Beyond true Valours equipollencie Beasts were decreed to serve Man hath a free Tenure and birthright of his libertie Custome enslaves us all Our fathers were Blinded and we born heires of their feare But our deliv'rance dawns and Nature seems To joy there is a Seed that dare redeem's Hang old Descents those antique Confirmations Of blushing Cowardise the shame of Nations We are those limbs of earth which scorn to stoop To that thing Monarchy or kisse the poop Of any Lawn-sleev'd hrother Nay so far From worshipping a Meteor or a Star In this our Element we soar above Such Sphears own no Superior lesse then Jove Lawes were the curbs of Conquest thence constraint Made them compulsive duties which our quaint Insinuating Politiques did give Soon the fain'd name of a Prerogative A mild construction or a glosse upon The cruelty of Domination Thus captiv'd in Succession ran the Times And the long Vass'lage of these Northern Climes Link'd to one Family and will But we That set them up have vow'd a nullitie Of that grand pressure Hence our lives swords Shall be the seals and labels of our words Religion wings the Cause and he that dies In its defence ne're sinks but falls to rise The Creatures Day and Elements are things We equally partake bot h slaves and Kings The Earths productions Rain and Seasons are Bounties predestin'd to a common share Why should we cramp our selvs nay not content With the reins of our Civil Government There is a pack which strive even as they please To force our soules and wrest our consciences But faith will not be pinn'd on any one Synod's decree or mans opinion No there 's a freedome still reserv'd in all For the election of their severall Professions here which as a publique right We 're bound to vindicate 'gainst Hells despight And therefore heightned with Camilla's zeale In rescue of a free-born Common-weale From the base yoke of bondage we defie All the dependencies of Tyrannie And by the dint of Arms shall make it plain There is a Truth commands a Soveraign Let grov'ling Animals submit for feare And bow their necks we cannot center there Our Resolutions strike a higher string Then Tarquin's Base Tenor or Minikin Which time shall ripen and successe befriend The glory of a war is in the end Servility's a plague look'd to be known When snapt by Moores or Tartars but at home Even in the womb conceiv'd us is a curse Not to be parallel'd in death or worse He then that will not when he may go free Commits a sinne against Nativitie We are not born in fetters Nature gives A manumission to each that lives No Marshals of restraint which may controule's The ties we find are seated in our soules Transgression 's check'd by Reason great Crimes by An inbred Justicer Civility These by instinct the rest we do imbrace As supernaturals devolve from grace Adam knew no Star-chamber as we see Unlesse you mean the heav'nly Canopie And there few Bishops sate The pride and will Of most extortious Tyrannies are still The sinew of our quarrels which alone Compell'd us to a Reformation And since we have begun that fatal work Wee 'll perfect our Attempts maugre the Turk Or any humane nay howe're wee 'll fall From brave designs and gallant if at all Heathens were wont to s●●l their Libertie With universal ruine Why should we Be lesse couragious Though not Roman bands Yet we have Roman hearts and Roman hands Let envy swell and burst Malignancie Curse its hard fate grow sullen sick and die Whiles our triumphant palms spread increase Like the preservers of a common peace Caesar and Cromwell why 't is all but C. And why not England now as Italie Rome's Basis was as small as this whereon We hope to raise our Fame's encomion Nay our encouragements are rather more Smile gentle Fortune as thou didst before Then Thames as Tybur shall rejoice to be Crown'd with the spoiles of the worlds royaltie And all the neighb'ring Continents implore To be imbrac'd under the British lore 'T is but assay'd and finish'd try'd and done The act 's half perfect that is well begun R. Fletcher FINIS