Bloud and let it lie Speechless still and never cry Epitaphium Thomoe Comitis Straffordii c. phium EXurge Cinis tuumque solus qui potis es scribe Epita Nequit Wentworthi non esse facundus vel Cinis Effare Marmor quem coepisti comprehendere Macte Exprimere Candidius meretur urna quam quod rubris Notatum est literis Elogium Atlas Regiminis Monarchici hic jacet lassus Secunda Orbis Britannici intelligentia Rex Politiae Prorex Hiberniae Straffordii Virtutum Comes Mens Jovis Mercurii ingenium lingua Apollinis Cui Anglia Hiberniam debuit seipsam Hibernia Sydus Aquilonicum quo sub rubicunda vespera occidente Nox simul dies visa est dextroque oculo flevit Laevoque laetata est Anglia Theatrum Honoris itemque Scena calamitosa Virtutis Actoribus morbo morte invidia Quae ternis animosa Regnis non vicit tamen Sed oppressit Sic inclinavit Heros non minus Caput Belluâ—… vel sic multorum Capitum Merces furoris Scotici praeter pecunias Erubuit ut tetigit securis Similem quippe nunquam degustavit sanguinem Monstrum narro fuit tam infensus Legibus Ut prius Legem quà m nata foret violavit Hunc tamen non sustulit Lex Verum necessitas non habens Legem Abi viator caetera memorabunt posteri On J. W. A. B. of York SAy my young Sophister what thinkst of this Chimera's real Ergo falleris The Lamb and Tyger Fox and Goose agree And here concorp'rate in one Prodigy Call an Haruspex quickly Let him get Sulphur and Torches and a Lawrel wet To purifie the place for sure the harms This Monster will produce transcend his Charms 'T is Nature's Master-peice of Error this And redeems whatever she did amiss Before from wonder and reproach this last Legitimateth all her By-blows past Loe here a general Metropolitan An Arch-Prelatique Presbyterian Behold his pious Garb Canonick face A zealous Episco Mastix Grace A fair blew-Apron'd Priest a Lawn-sleev'd Brother One Leg a Pulpit holds a Tub the other Le ts give him a sit name now if we can And make th'Apostate once more Christian. Proteus we cannot call him he put on His change of shapes by a Succession Nor the Welch-Weather-cock for that we find At once doth only wait upon the wind These speak him not but if you 'll name him right Call him Religious Hermaphrodite His head i' th sanctified mould is cast Yet sticks th' abominable Miter fast He still retains the Lordship and the Grace And yet hath got a rèverend Elders place Such act must needs be his who did devise By crying Altars down to Sacrifise To private Malice where you might have seen His Conscience holocausted to his Spleen Unhappy Church The Viper that did share Thy greatest Honours helps to make thee bare And void of all thy dignities and store Alas Thine own Son proves the forrest Boar And like the Dam-destroying Cuckow he When the thick shell of his Welch Pedigree By thy warm fost'ring Bounty did divide And open straight thence sprung forth Parricide As if'twas just revenge should be dispatch'd In thee by the Monster which thy self hath hatch'd Despair not though in Wales there may be got As well as Lincolnshire an Antidote 'Gainst the foul'st venom he can spit though's head Were chang'd from subtle gray to poys'nous red Heaven with propitious eyes will look upon Our party now the cursed thing is gone And chastise Rebels who nought else did miss To fill the measure of their sins but his Whose foul imparallel'd Apostasie Like to his sacred Character shall be Indelible when Ages then of late More happy grown with most impartial fate A period to his days and time shall give He by such Epitaphs as this shall live Here Yorks great Metropolitan is lay'd Who Gods Anointed and his Church betray'd An Elegy upon Dr. Chaderton the first Master of Emanuel Colledge in Cambridge being above an hundred years old wheâ—… he died Occasioned by his long deferred Funeral PArdon dear Saint that we so late With lazy sighs bemoan thy fate And with anafter-shower of Verse And Tears we thus bedew thy Herse Till now alas we did not weep Because we thought thou didst but sleep Thou liv'dst so long we did not know Whether thou couldst now dye or no We look'd still when thou shouldst arise And ope ' the Casement of thine eyes Thy feet which have been us'd so long To walk we thought must still go on Thine ears after an hundred year Might now plead custom for to hear Upon thy head that reverend Snow Did dwell some fifty years ago And then thy Cheeks did seem to have The sad resemblance of a Grave Wert thou ere young For truth I hold And do believe thou wert born old There 's none alive I am sure can say They knew thee young but always gray And dost thou now venerable Oak Decline at death's unhappy stroak Tell me dear Son why didst thou dye And leave 's to write an Elegy We' are young alas and know thee not â—…end up old Abraham and grave Lot Let them write thine Epitaph and tell The World thy worth they ken'd thee well When they were Boys they heard thee preach And thought an Angel did them teach Awake them then and let them come And score thy Virtues on thy Tomb That we at those may wonder more Than at thy many years before Mary's Spikenard SHall I presume Without Perfume My Christ to meet That is all Sweet No I 'll make most pleasant Posies Catch the breath of new blown Roses Top the pretty merry flowers Which laugh in the fairest Bowers Whose Sweetness Heaven likes so well It stoops each morn to take a smell Then I 'll fetch from the Phoenix nest The richest Spices and the best Precious Ointments I will make Holy Myrrh and Aloes take Yea costly Spikenard in whose smell The Sweetness of all Odours dwell I 'll get a Box to keep it in Pure as his Alabaster Skin And then to him I 'll nimbly fly Before one sickly minute dye This Box I 'll break and on his head This precious Ointment will I spread Till ev'ry lock and every hair For Sweetness with his breath compare But sure the Odour of his Skin Smells sweeter than the Spice I bring Then with bended knee I 'll greet His holy and beloved Feet I 'll wash them with a weeping Eye And then my Lips shall kiss them dry Or for a Towel he shall have My hair such flax as nature gave But if my wanton locks be bold And on thy sacred feet take hold And curl themselves about as though They were loth for to let thee go O chide them not and bid away For then for grief they will grow gray CHRONOSTICON Decollationis CAROLI Regis tricesimo die Ianuarii secunda hora Pomeridiana Anno Dom. 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Se-Cvre CHARLES ah forbear forbear lest Mortals prize His name too dearly and Idolatrize His Name Our Loss Thrice cursed and forlorn Be that Black Night which usher'd in this Morn CHARLES our Dread Soveraign hold lest Out-law'd Sense Bribe and seduce tame Reason to dispense With those Celestial powers and distrust Heav'n can behold such Treason and prove Just. CHARLES our Dread Soveraign's murther'd tremble and View what Convulsions shoulder-shake this Land Court City Country nay three Kingdoms run To their last Stage and set with him their Sun CHARLES our Dread Soveraign's murther'd at His Gate Fell fiends dire Hydra's of a stiff-neck'd State Strange Body-politick Whose Members spread And Monster-like swell bigger then their HEAD CHARLES of Great Britain He who was the known King of three Realms lies murther'd in his own He He Who liv'd and Faith's Defender stood Dy'd here to re-Baptize it in his bloud No more no more Fame's Trump shall eccho all The rest in dreadful Thunder Such a Fall Great Christendom ne'er pattern'd and 't was strange Earth's Center reel'd not at this dismal Change The blow struck Brittain blind each well-set Limb By dislocation was lopt off in HIM And though she yet live's she live's but to condole Three Bleeding Bodies left without a Soul Religion put 's on Black sad Loyalty Blushes and mourns to see bright Majesty Butchered by such Assassinates nay both 'Gainst God 'gainst Law Allegiance and their Oath Farewell sad Isle Farewell thy fatal Glory Is Sum'd Cast up and Cancell'd in this Story AN ELEGY Upon King CHARLES the First murthered publickly by his Subjects WEre not my Faith buoy'd up by sacred blood It might be drown'd in this prodigious flood Which Reasons highest ground do so exceed It leaves my Soul no Anch'rage but my Creed Where my Faith resting on th' Original Supports it self in this the Copies fall So while my Faith floats on that Bloody wood My Reason's cast away in this Red flood Which ne'er o'reflows us all Those Showers past Made but Land-floods which did some Vallies wast This stroke hath cut the only Neck of Land Which between us and this Red Sea did stand That covers now our World which Cursed lies At once with two of Egypts Prodigies O'er-cast with Darkness and with bloud o'er-run And justly since our hearts have theirs outdone Th'lnchanter led them to a less known ill To act his sin then 't was their King to kill Which Crime hath widowed our whole Nation Voided all Forms left but Privation In Church and State inverting ev'ry Right Brought in Hells State of fire without Light No wonder then if all good eyes look red Washing their Loyal hearts from blood so shed The which deserves each pore should turn an eye To weep out even a bloody Agoâ—…y Let nought then pass for Musick but sad Cries For Beauty bloudless Cheeks and blood-shot Eyes All Colours soil but black all Odours have Ill scent but Myrrh incens'd upon this Grave It notes a Iew not to believe us much The cleaner made by a religious Touch Of their Dead Body whom to judge to dye Seems the Judaical Impiety To kill the King the Spirit Legion paints His rage with Law the Temple and the Saints But the truth is He fear'd and did repine To be cast out and back into the Swine And the case holds in that the Spirit bends His malice in this Act against his ends For it is like the sooner he 'll be sent Out of that body He would still torment Let Christians then use otherwise this blood Detest the Act yet turn it to their good Thinking how like a King of Death He dies We easily may the World and Death despise Death had no Sting for him and its sharp Arm Only of all the Troop meant him no harm And so he look'd upon the Axe as one Weapon yet left to guard him to his Throne In His great Name then may His Subjects cry Death thou art swallowed up in Victory If this our loss a comfort can admit 'T is that his narrow'd Crown is grown unfit For his enlarged Head since his distress Had greatned this as it made that the less His Crown was fallen unto too low a thing For him who was become so great a King So the same hands enthron'd him in that Crown They had exalted from him not pull'd down And thus God's Truth by them hath rendred more Than ere Mens falshood promis'd to restore Which since by death alone he could attain Was yet exempt from Weakness and from Pain Death was enjoyn'd by God to touch a part Might make his Passage quick ne'er move his heart Which ev'n expiring was so far from death It seem'd but to command away his Breath And thus his Soul of this her Triumph proud Broke like a flash of Lightning through the Cloud Of Flesh and Blood and from the highest Line Of Humane Vertue pass'd to be Divine Nor is 't much less his Virtues to relate Than the high Glories of his present State Since both then pass all Acts but of Belief Silence may praise the one the other Grief And since upon the Diamond no less Than Diamonds will serve us to impress â—…'ll only wish that for his Elegy This our Iosias had a Ieremy AN ELEGY â—…n The best of Men The meekest of Martyrs CHARLES the I. c. DOes not the Sun call in his Light and Day Like a thin Exhalation melt away â—…oth wrapping up their Beams in Clouds to be Themselves close Mourners at the Obsequie â—…f this Great Monarch does his Royal Blood Which th' Earth late drunk in so profuse a Flood Not shoot through her affrightned Womb and makâ—… All her convulsed Arteries to shake So long till all those â—…hinges that sustain Like Nerves the frame of Nature shrink again Into a shuffled Chaos Does the Sun Not suck it from its liquid Mansion And Still it into vap'rous Clouds which may Themselves in hearded Meteors display Whose shaggy and disheveld Beams may be The Tapers at this black Solemnity You Seed of Marble in the Womb accurst Rock'd by some Storm or by some Tigress nurst Fed by some Plague which in blind mists was hurl'd To strew infection on the tainted World What Fury charm'd your hands to act a deed Tyrants to think on would not weep but bleed And Rocks by Instinct so resent this Fact They 'ld into Springs of easie tears be slack'd Say Sons of Tumult since you think it good Still to keep up the Trade and Bath in Bloud Your guilty hands why did you not then State Your Slaughters at some cheap and common rate Your gluttonous and lavish Blades might have Devoted Myriads to one publick Grave And lop'd off thousands of some base allay Whilst the same Sexton that inter'd their Clay In the same Urn their Names too might intomb But when on him you fixt your fatal Doom You gave a Blow to Nature since even all The Stock of Man now bleeds too in his
the Candle 's out But I profane thy Ashes gracious Soul Thy Spirit flew to high to truss these foul Gnostick Opinions Thou desired'st to meet Such Tenents that durst stand upon their Feet And beard the Truth with as intens'd a Zeal As Saints upon a fast Night quilt a Meal Rome never trembled till thy piercing Eye Darted her through and crush'd the Mystery Thy Revelations made St. Iohn's compleat Babylon fell indeed but 't was thy Sweat And Oyl perform'd the work to what we see Foret old in misty Types broke forth in thee Some shallow Lines were drawn and sâ—…onces made By Smatterers in the Arts to drive a Trade Of Words between us but that prov'd no more Than threats in cowing Feathers to give ore Thy Fancy laid the Siege that wrought her Fall Thy Batteries commanded round the Wall Not a poor loop-hole Error could sneak by No not the Abbess to the Friery Though her Disguise as close and subtly good As when she wore the Monk's hose for a Hood And if perhaps their French or Spanish Wine Had fill'd them full of Beads and Bellarmine That they durst sally or attempt a Guard O! How thy busie Brain would beat and ward Rally And reinforce Rout And relieve Double reserves And then an onset give Like marshal'd Thunder back'd with Flames of Fire Storms mixt with Storms Passion with Globes of ire Yet so well disciplin'd that Judgment still Sway'd and not rash Commissionated Will No Words in thee knew Order Time and Place The instant of a Charge or when to face When to pursue advantage where to halt When to draw off and where to reassault Such sure Commands stream'd from thee that 't was one With thee to vanquish as to look upon So that thy ruin'd Foes groveling confess Thy Conquests were their Fate and Happiness Nor was it all thy Business hereto war With forreign Forces But thy active Star Could course a home-bred Mist a native Sin And shew its Guilt 's Degrees how and wherein Then sentence and expel it Thus thy Sun An Everlasting Stage in labour run So that its motion to the Eye of Man Waved still in a compleat Meridian But these are but fair Comments of our Loss The Glory of a Church now on the Cross The transcript of that Beauty once we had Whilst with the Lustre of thy Presence clad But thou art gone Brave Soul and with thee all The Gallantry of Arts Polemical Nothing remains as Primitive but Talk And that our Priests again in Leather walk A Flying Ministry of Horse and Foot Things that can start a Text but ne'er come to 't Teazers of Doctrines which in long sleev'd Prose Run down a Sermon all upon the Nose These like dull glow-worms twinckle in the Night The frighted Land-skips of an absent Light But thy rich Flame 's withdrawn Heaven caught thee hence Thy Glories were grown ripe for Recompence And therefore to prevent our weak Essays Th' art crown'd an Angel with Coelestial Bays And there thy ravish'd Soul meets Field and Fire Beauties enough to fill its strong Desire The Contemplation of a present God Perfections in the Womb the very Road And Essences of Vertues as they be Streaming and mixing in Eternity Whiles we possess our Souls but in a Veil Live Earth confin'd catch Heaven by retail Such a Dark-lanthorn Age such jealous Days Men tread on Snakes sleep in Batalias Walk like Confessors hear but must not say What the bold World dares act and what it may Yet here all Votes Commons and Lords agree The Crosier fell in Laud the Church in thee On the death of his Royal Majesty Charles late King of England c. WHat went yout out to see a dying King Nay more I fear an Angel suffering But what went you to see A Prophet slain Nay that and more a martyr'd Soveraign Peace to that sacred Dust Great Siâ—… our Fears Have left us nothing but Obedient Tears To court your Hearse and in those Pious Floods We live the poor remainder of our Goods Accept us in these latter Obsequies The unplundred Riches of our Hearts and Eyes For in these faithful Streams and Emanations W' are Subjects still beyond all Sequestrations Here we cry more than Conquerors Malice may Murder Estates but Hearts will still obey These as your Glory 's yet above the reach Of such whose purple Lines confusion preach And now Dear Sir vouchsafe us to admire With envy your arrival and that Quire Of Cherubims and Angels that supply'd Our Duties at your Triumphs Where you ride With full Caelestial Ioes and Ovations Rich as the Conquest of three ruin'd Nations But 't was the Heavenly Plot that snatch'd you hence To crown your Soul with that Magnificence And bounden rites of Honour that poor Earth Could only wish and strangle in the Birth Such pittied Emulation stop'd the blush Of our Ambitious Shame non-suited us For where Souls act beyond Mortality Heaven only can perform that Iubilee We wrestle then no more but bless your day And mourn the Anguish of our sad delay That since we cannot add we yet stay here Fetter'd in Clay Yet longing to appear Spectators of your Bliss that being shown Once more you may embrace us as your own Where never Envy shall divide us more Nor City-tumults nor the Worlds uproar But an Eternal Hush a quiet Peace As without end so still in the Increase Shall lull Humanity asleep and bring Us equal Subjects to the Heavenly King Till when I 'll turn Recusant and forswear All Calvin for there 's Purgatory here An Epitaph STay Passenger Behold and see The widdowed Grave of Majesty Why tremblest thou Here 's that will make All but our stupid Souls to shake Here lies entomb'd the Sacred Dust Of Peace and Piety Right and Just. The Blood O start'st not thou to hear Of a King 'twixt hope and fear Shed and hurried hence to be The Miracle of Misery Add the ills that Rome can boast â—…rift the World in every Coast â—…ix the Fire of Earth and Seas With humane Spleen and Practices To puny the Records of time By one grand Gygantick Crime Then swell it bigger till it squeeze The Globe to crooked Hams and Knees Here 's that shall make it seem to be But modest Christianity The Law-giver amongst his own â—…entenc'd by a Law unknown â—…oted Monarchy to Death By the course Plebeian Breath The Soveraign of all Command â—…uffering by a Common Hand A Prince to make the Odium more Offer'd at his very door The head cut off O Death to see 't â—…n Obedience to the Feet And that by Iustice you must know If you have Faith to think it so Wee 'l stir no further than this Sacred Clay But let it slumber till the Iudgment Day Of all the Kings on Earth 't is not denyed Here lies the first that for Religion dyed A Survey of the World THe World 's a guilded Trifle and the State Of sublunary Bliss adulterate Fame but an empty Sound a
painted noise A Wonder that ne'er looks beyond nine Days Honour 's the Tennis-Ball of Fortune Though Men wade to it in Blood and Overthrow Which like a Box of Dice uneven dance Sometime 't is one 's sometimes another's chance Wealth but the hugg'd Consumption of that Heart That travels Sea and Land for his own Smart Pleasure à courtly Madness a Conceit That smiles and tickles without Worth or Weight Whose scatter'd reck'ning when 't is to be paid Is but Repenance lavishly in-laid The World Fame Honour Wealth and Pleasur then Are the fair Wrack and Gemonies of Men. Ask but thy Carnal Heart if thou shouldst be Sole Monarch of the Worlds great Family If with the Macedonian Youth there would Not be a corner still reserv'd that could Another Earth contain If so What is That poor insatian thing she may call Bliss Question the loaden Gallantry asleep What profit now their Lawrels in the deep Of Death's Oblivion What their Triumph was More then the Moment it did prance and pass If then applause move by the vulgar cry Fame 's but a Glorious Uncertainty Awake Sejanus Strafford Buckingham Charge the fond Favourites of greatest Name What Faith is in a Prince's Smile what Joy In th' high and Grand Concilio le Roy Nay â—…sur's self that march'd his Honours throu The Bowels of all Kingdoms made them bow Low to the Stiâ—…up of his Will and Vote What safety to their Master's Life they brought When in the Senate in his highest Pride By two and thirty Wounds he fell and dyed If Height be then most subjected to Fate ' Honour 's the Day-spring of a greater Hate Now ask the Grov'ling Soul that makes his Gold His Idol his Diâ—…a what a cold Account of Happiness can here arise From that ingluvious Surfeit of his Eyes How the whole Man 's inslav'd to a lean Dearth Of all Enjoyment for a little Earth How like Prometheus he doth still repair His growing Heart to feed the Vulture care Or like a Spider's envious Designs Drawing the threads of Death from her own Loyns Tort'ring his Entrails with thoughts of to Morrow To keep that Mass with grief he gain'd with Sorrow If to the clincking Pastime in his Ears He add the Orphans Cries and Widows Tears The Musick 's far from sweet and if you found him Truly they leave him sadder than they found him Now touch the Dallying Gallant he that lies Angling for Babies in his Mistris's Eyes Thinks there 's no Heaven like a Bale of Dice Six Horses and a Coach with a device A cast of Lackeys and a Lady-bird An Oath in fashion and a guilded Sword Can smoak Tobacco with a Face in Frame And speak perhaps a Line of Sense to th'same Can sleep a Sabboth over in his Bed Or if his Play book 's there will stoop to read Can kiss its Hand and congé a la mode And when the Night 's approaching bolt abroad Unless his Honour's Worship 's Rent's not come So he falls sick and swears the Carrier home Else if his rare Devotion swell so high To waste an Hour-glass on Divinity 'T is but to make the Church his Stage thereby To blaze the Taylor in his Ribaldry Ask but the Iay when his distress shall fall Like an arm'd Man upon him where are all The Rose-buds of his Youth Those antick Toys Wherein he sported out his precious Days What comfort he collects from Hawk or Hound Or if amongst his looser Hours he found One of a thousand to redeem that time Perish'd and lost forever in his Prime Or if he dream'd of an Eternal Bliss Hee 'l swear God damn him he ne'er thought of this But like the Epicure ador'd the day That shin'd rose up to eat and drink and play Knows that his Body was but Dust and dye It once must so have Mercy and God b'wy Thus having travers'd the fond World in brief The Lust of the Eyes the Flesh and Pride of Life Unbiass'd and impartially we see 'T is lighter in the Scale than Vanity What then remains But that we still should strive Not to be born to dye but dye to live An Old Man courting a young Girl COme Beauteous Nymph canst thou embrace An Aged Wise Majestick Grace To mingle with thy youthful Flames And made thy Glories stay'd the Dames Of looser Gesture blush to see Thy Lillies cloth'd with Gravity Thy happier choice Thy gentle Vine With a sober Elm entwine Seal fair Nymph that lovely Tye Shall speak thy Honour loud and high Nym. Cease Grandsire Lover and forbear To court me with thy Sepulchre Thy chill December and my May Thy Evening and my Break of Day Can brook no Mixture no Condition But stand in perfect Opposition Nor can my active heart embrace 〈◊〉 shivering Ague in Love's Chase. Only perhaps the lucky tye â—…ay make thy forked Fortune high Man If fretted Roofs and Beds of Down â—…nd the Wonder of the Town â—…nded Knees and costly Fare â—…ichest Dainties without Care May Temptations Motives be Here they all attend on thee â—…nd to raise thy Bliss the more â—…ell thy Trunks with precious Ore â—…he glittering Entrails of the East â—…o varnish and perfume thy Nest. Nym. I question not Sage Sir but she â—…hat weds your grave Obliquity â—…our Pthisick Rheums and Soldans Face â—…all meet with Fretted Roofs apace â—…ancy not your bended Knees â—…st bowing you can sprighly rise â—…ur Gold too when you leave to woo Will quickly become Precious too â—…d dainty Cates without Delight â—…ay glut the Day but starve the Night For when thou boasts the Beds of Bliss The Man the Man still wanting is Man Nay gentle Nymph think not my Fire So quench'd but that the strong Desire Of Love can wake it and create New Action to cooperate The Sparks of Youth are not so gone But I ay marry that I can Come smack me then my pretty Dear Tast what a lively Change is here Why fly'st thou me Nym. yce yce begone Clasp me not with thy Frozen Zone That pale Aspect would best become The sad Complexion of a Tomb. Think not thy Church-yard Look shall move My Spring to be thy Winter's Stove If at the Resurrection we Shall chance to marry call on me By that time I perhaps may guess How to bath and how to dress Thy weeping Legs and simpathize With perish'd Lungs and wopper Eyes And think thy touchy Passion Wit Love disdain and flatter it And ' midst this costive Punishment Raise a politick Content But whiles the Solstice of my years Glories in its highest Sphears Deem not I will daign to be The Vassal of Infirmity The Skreen of flegmatick old Age Decay'd Methusalem his Page No! Give me lively Pleasures such Melt the Fancy in the touch Raise the Appetite and more Satisfie it o'er and o'er Then from the Ashes of those Fires Kindle fresh and new Desires So Cyprus be the Scoene Above Venus and the God of Love Knitting true-love knots in one Merry happy Union Whiles
heal'd Ruperts is such 'T would find St. Peters Work yet wound as much He gags their Guns defeats there dire Intent The Canons do but lisp and Complement Sure Iove descended in a leaden Shower To get this Perseus Hence the fatal Power Of Shot is strangled Bullets thus allied Fear to commit an Act of Parricide Go on brave Prince and make the World confess Thou art the greater World and that the less Scatter th'accumulative King untruss That five-fold Fiend the States SMECTYMNUUS Who place Religion in their Vellum-ears As in their Phylacters the Jews did theirs England's a Paradise and a modest Word Since guarded by a Cherub's flaming Sword Your Name can scare an Athiest to his Prayers And cure the Chin-cough better then the Bears Old Sybil charms the Tooth-ake with you Nurse Makes you still Children nay and the pond'rous curse The Clowns salute with is deriv'd from you Now RUPERT take thee Rogue how dost thou do In fine the Name of Rupert thunders so Kimbolton's but a rumbling Wheel-barrow An Elegy upon Mr. John Cleveland PRime Wits are prun'd the First this may appear By that high-valued Piece interred here Whose Laureat Genius rapt with Sacred Skill Prov'd his Extraction from Pernassus Hill Whose Fame like Pallas Flame shone in each Clime Crowning his Fancy royally Divine Rich in Elixar'd Measures and in all That could breath Sense in Airs Emphatical Pure Love his Native Influence A Lot Given him from Heav'n No People save the Scot But did affect him These had lov'd Him too Had he school'd Baseness with a smoother Brow But his refined Temper scorn'd t' ingage His Pen to Time or Humour any Age. Compleat in all that might true Honour gain Only an Enemy to Withers Strain Holding it still the Prodigy of Time To Canonize a Poet for a Rhyme Free in Fruition of himself Content In what dis-relish'd Servile Sp'rits Restraint Now some will say His Uolume was too small To rear an Hermian Arch or Escural To his dilated Fame O do not put These frivolous Objections Homers Nut Inclos'd a living Iliad 'T is not much Perpetuates our Memory but such As can act Wonders And apply a Cure To States surprized with a Calenture And with their Quill beyond all Chymick Art Purge the Corruptions of a State-sick Heart By rare Phlebotomy This Art was His Which made his Name so precious as it is Such was the Practice of a Golden Time To spare the Person but to taxe the Crime Age is not summ'd by Years but Hours as Times So 〈◊〉 are ballanc'd not by Leaf but Lines Clitus affirm'd and bound it with an Oath That Celsus Poems were meer Food for th'Moth And for those Manuscrips which Mevius writ They might be styl'd the Surquedry of Wit Look home and weigh the Fancies of these Days And you 'l conclude they merit equal Praise A Title or a Frontispiece in Plate Drawn from a Person of Desertless State Lures Legions of Admirers Wits must want That holds a Distance with the Sycophant Timists be only Thrivers But a Brain That 's freely Generous scorns Servile Gain Such was this pure Pernassian whose clear Nature To gain a World could never brook to flatter Poize this Imparallel and you will find A Mine of Treasures in a Matchless Mind No more The Name of Cleveland speaks to me A living Annal dying Elegy Upon the pittiful Elegy writ lately on him modestly taxed and freely vindicated by the canded Censure of an indeared Brother SInce thy Remove form Earth there came to me A Funeral Elegy addrest to thee Elegiacks made gracious by thy Name But too short-lung'd to parallel thy Fame Laurel and Bays were the Subjects of his Pen Whose muddy Muse deserved none of them A sublimated Style bereft of Sense Is like a Brain-strapt Justice on a Bench Whose Tones are Thunder Fury and Command But in a Dialect none understand Thy Native Fancy was no Lucian Dream Deriv'd from th'Chrystal Rills of Hypocrene Thy free-born Genius did it self express Iu Phidias Colours without forreign Dress Much like the Damask Rose but newly blown And blusheth in no tincture but her own Such was thy Posie which th' Albion State May envy or admire scarce imitate In purest Odes Bards should thy Loss bemoan And in surviving Measures or in none For these who want Art to Imbellish Worth Wrong them whom they endeavour to set forth Sic perit Ingenium Genii ni pignora vitam Perpetuam statuant Monumenta struant Aurea sic docilem coluerunt Secula vatem Ordine Pieridum commemorando parem Auson An Elegy in Memory of Mr John Cleveland SOon as a Verse with Feet as swift as Thought The Stabbing News of Clevelands Death had brought To sad Parnassus the distracted Nine First in a dismal Shriek their Voices joyn Which the forkt Hill did eccho twice and then Each Eye seem'd chang'd into an Hippocrene As if like Niobe 't were their Intent To weep themselves into his Monument Nor did their Grief exceed their Loss his Quill More Love and Honour gain'd to th' Muses Skill Then all those Modern Factions of Wit Such as 'gainst Gondibert or for him writ And such whom their Rhymes so much do affect To be esteem'd o' th' Court or Colledge Sect Whose Lines with Clevelands such Proportion hold As the New-Court and Colledges with th' Old How lofty was his Strain yet clear and even The Center ofâ—…s Conceptions was Heaven 'T was not his Muses toyl but ease to soar He writ so high cause he could write no lower And though the World in English Poetry No Monarch knew so absolute as He Yet did he ne'er Excise the Natives nor Made Forreign Mines unto his Mint bring Oar. He his own Treasure was and as no Quill Was Guide to his so shall his Verse be still Un-imitated by the best and free From meaner Poets Petty-larceny That Plagiary that can filch but one Conceipt from Him and keep the Theft unknown At Noon from Phaebus may by the same Sleight Steal Beams and make 'em pass for his own Light W. W. An Elegy offered to the Memory of that Imcomparable Son of Apollo Mr. John Cleveland GRief the Souls Sables in my Bosom lies A true Close-mourner at thy Obsequies Whilst Tears in Floods from my o'er-charg'd Eyes ran With Grief to drown the little World of man He that survives this Loss may justly say His Soul doth Pennance in a Sheet of Clay And rather welcome Death than patient sit To solemnize the Funeral of Wit The Painter Agamemnon's Face did screen Drawing the Sacrifice of Iphygene To shew his grieved Looks as well as Heart Did far transcend the humble reach of Art So when all 's said that can be said we find There 's nothing said to what he left behind But his all searching Soul scorning to be Confin'd to th'limits of Mortality Shook off its clog of Flesh that pond'rous Mass His Spirit freer than his Country was For Fate his Life might circumscribe and
stir unless we tugg at Oar. Our Scene 's translated Fate will have it so We live in Venice now or Mexico Or Amsterdam our Parlors so in pickle Enough to make those in 't a Conventicle Petty wrackt Strangers tost we know not whither Holm Holm in England Oh Sirs shew us thither Yet sure 't is England still no other Nation Can shew so much Land under Sequestration All 's swallow'd up and drown'd our Fifths and all Something sweeps worse than Habber dashers-Hall A guilty Tap-house feels the Floods Assault Murder will out and it had drown'd much Mault Must now it self be duckt by this just Tide Because it stood so nigh the Water-side See the tenth Wave into the House is tost And dubs a Captain Otter of mine Host Who with a File of bowzing Comrades there Resolve still not to leave their Dover Peer Thus fixt they drink until their Noses shine A Constellation in this Watry Sign Which they Aquarius call for by Degrees Each Man perceives himself took up to th'Knees Yet still they and the Flood do Brimmers vye At last it sobs and thus they drink him dry But these the spongy-Leeches of the Town Amphibious were good Drinkers cannot drown We puny Dablers are as ill beset We whose unliquor'd Hides will turn no wet The Floods a Tenant too until't retreats Great Rooms are Oceans and the lesser Streights Tongues are confounded in a various Stile Our Computation runs by th'League not Mile How soon the Earth dissolv'd so soon that some That journeyed out will make a Voyage Home They go aboard their Dwellings and embark Houses are Ships and Newark's a Noah's Ark. The Cook mistakes his floating Seigniories For Sound and so takes Impost in his Fees Some truck for Rumps and Kidneys he and 's Spouse Call them the Farmers of the Custom-house Now Bedfellows do one another greet I' th' Saylors Phrase Vere vere more Sheet Women are Syrens for the wise Man wears When they strike up their Ela's wax in 's Ears Whose Fate is yet peculiar in this Flood To scape the Water and retain the Mud. The inseparable Scum is so increast Another Flood will not make all clean Beast Yet still their Scene and their Complexion 's right Place them but where they paint the Devil white Our Townsmen since of Floods they must turn Skippers Will change their Religion too and so turn Dippers Now they dispute and no small Doubts propound Some say the Meadows swim some say theyâ—… drown'd And 't is disputed whether yea or no They are Ground Chambers still that overflow Their Hay is gone and some the Question start How't could be fetcht away without a Cart But these submit to the rest of Learned Team Who strong'st conclude it went away with Stream At last it is observ'd by all the Sages Who e'er set it on Work they pay the Wages One Hotspur storms and swears that he and 's Faction Will sue the Flood Trespass will â—…ear aâ—… Action Then thought on 's Lanlord whom he fears hath sent His Water-Bayliâ—… thus to drive for Rent Haycocks to Sea are driven where they 'l muster And make of Scylla Isles another Cluster Prize Till vampt with more such Wracks they grow a For some Columbus new Discoveries The Stakes stand firm though batter'd all the while These Pyramids are Proof against this Nile And might like Egypts Piles enjoy a Prime Wer 't but for fiercer Teeth than those of Time What neither Floods nor Age can Beasts will tear Our Beasts now starved lean like Pharoahs are Strange Skeletons for all the time of Flood They nothing had to chew but their own Cud And since alas no work for Syâ—…he or Sickle Poor Cattle all their Commons are in Pickle This sure must needs produce a Chap-faln Pallat When without Meat they only feed on Sâ—…llat But these we prize for most are sail'd away Who knows but to stock Hispaniola One Herd and 's Flock in one kind Hill found Mercy Like Liâ—…burn and his Wool in the Isle of Iersey A Barber 's close yet all would counter-bail Steept till the Corn grew Mault and Water Ale Had we the Gotham Policy and Luck to Hedge in the Water as they did the Cuckow But oh it soon retreats and the Ebb is more Disastrous to us than the Flood before The Fifth day lands us Shews each Man his Ground But so much Slime we can't see Ground for Ground The Flood 's a single Tyrant Bogs allow No scape Water and Earth both vex us now Till the Sun our Low-Countries purge and then Out-drink a Dutch-man draining of a Fen Till then our Trent is Acharon we dwell I' th' Stygian Lake the Netherlands are Hell Rivers are Nymphs they say something 's the matter Then sure with ours she cannot hold her Water Unless the Gossip th'Room's so on a Float Went drunk to Bed and spilt her Chamber-pot Howe'er since we 're deliver'd let there be From this Flood too another Epoche For Sleep REturn Grief's Antidote soft Sleep return Why do'st thy blithe Embrace adjourn Once more this Garrison of Sense surround It 's wild Exorbitances Pound Lock the Cinque-Ports the Centinels arraign Make Fractions in the Royal-Train 2. Sleep The Souls Charter Bodies Writ of Ease Reasons Reprieve Fancies Release The Senses Non-term Life's serenest Shore A smooth-fac't Death thick candied o'er Catastrophe of Care Time's balmy Close The Muses Eden and Repose 3. Sleep The Days Centre Nights Meridian Bright Meteor in the Sphere of Man A Grand Dictator in the Womb of Death Whilst the still returning Breath Sails through Fears Tears and Joysat once With quick Reciprocations 4. Sleep The firm cement of unravel'd Hours Night usher'd with Ambrosial Show'rs Days Phylactery with her Spangles crown'd Fancy snatch'd up at first Rebound Fancies Exchequer Natures younger Son Times other Iubilee begun 5. Sleep The Worlds Evensong Natures Anthem borâ—… Between the Lips of Night and Morn Heaven in a Mask Sunday's Parhelion Preface to th' Resurrection Nepent he kissing out the wheeling Light Darkness emparadiz'd Good Night Against Sleep BE gone Joy's Lethargy pale Fiend be gone Why this dull Fascination No more Life's Cittadel invade no more Ravish its Sallies o'er and o'er Gag the Broad Gates the Court of Guard Essoâ—… At these disjoynted thoughts rejoyn 2. Sleep The Souls Wardship but the Bodies Goal Reason's Assassine Fancies Bail The Senses Curfew Life and Loyal Breath Minâ—…'t small and blended into Death Joys Explicite unfathom'd Guâ—…f of time The Muses Fence and frozen Clime 3. Sleep The Night's Winter Shadow of a Dream A dark Fog rampant Horror's Theme Free Denizon of Darkness Blisses Wane An untrim'd Chaos Beauties Bane Youth 's Sepulchre a Parallel to Age A Negro fills Life's second Page 4. Sleep The Days Colon many Hours of Bliss Lost in a wide â—…arenthesis Life in an Extasie bound Hand and Foot Spirits entomb'd and Time to boot The Trump of Solitude a sprightly Flame Smother'd in Sables and made lame 5. Sleep The
Worlds Limbo Nature's Discord Day Because a Mourner hurl'd away Hell pav'd with Down a Purgatory skreen'd Death's Counterpane mixed with a Fiend Half time eclipst and tinctured Black as Sorrow Light dungeon'd manacled Good Morrow On a little Gentleman profoundly Learned MAkes Nature Maps Since that in thee Sh' has drawn an University Or strives she in so small a piece To sum the Arts and Sciences Once she writ only Text-hand when She scribled Gyants and no Men But now in her decrepit Years She dashes Dwarfs in Characters And makes one single Farthing bear The Creed Commandments and Lords Prayer Would she turn Art and imitate Monte-rigos flying Gnat Would she the Golden Legend shut Within the Cloyster of a Nut Or else a Musket-Bullet rear Into a vast and mighty Spear Or pen an Eagle in the Caul Of a slender Nightingale Or shews the Pigmies can create Not too little but too great How comes it that she thus converts So small a Totum and great Parts Strives she now to turn awry The quick Scent of Philosophy How so little matter can So monstrous big a Form contain What shall we call it would be known This Gyant and this Dwarf in one His Age is blaz'd in silver Hairs His Limbs still cry out want of Years So small a Body in a Cage May chuse a spacious Hermitage So great a Soul doth fret and fume At th'narrow World for want of Room Strange Conjunction Here is grown A Mole-hill and the Alps in one In th'self same Action we may call Nature both Thrist and Prodigal On an Ugly Woman AS Scriveners sometimes take Delight to see Their basest Writing Nature has in thee Essay'd how much she can transgress at once Appelles Draughts Durers Proportions And for to make a Jest and try a Wit Has not a Woman in thy Forehead writ But scribl'd so and gone so far about Indagine would never smell thee out But might exclaim here only Riddles be And Heteroclites in Physiognomy But as the mystick Hebrew backward lies And Algebra's guest ' by Absurdities So must we spell thee for who would suppose That globous piece of Wanescot were a Nose That crookt et-caetera's were Wrinkles and Five Napiers Bones glew'd to a Wrist and Hand Egyptian Antiquaries might survey Here Hieroglyphicks time hath worn away And wonder at an English Face more odd And antick than was e'er a Memphian God Eras'd with more strange Letters than might scare A raw and unexperienc'd Conjurer And tawny Africk Blush to see her fry Of Monsters in one Skin so kennel'd lie Thou mayst without a Guard her Deserts pass When Savages but look upon thy Face Were but some Pict now living he would soon Deem thee a Fragment of his Nation And wiser Ethiopians infer From thee that Sable's not the only Fair Thou Privative of Beauty whose one Eye Doth question Metaphysicks Verity Whose many cross Aspects may prove anon Foulness more than a meer Negation Blast one Place still and never dare t' escape Abroad out of thy Mother Darkness Lap Left that thou make the World afraid and be Even hated by thy Nurse Deformity To the King recovered from a Fit of Sickness Most Gracious Sir NOw that you are recover'd and are seen Neither to fright the Ladies nor the Queen That you to Chappel come and take the Air Makes that a Verse which was before my Prayer For Sir as we had lost you or your Fate Not Sickness had been told us all of late So truly mourn'd that we did only lack One to begin and put us all in Black The Court as quite dissolv'd did sadly tell White-Hall was only where the King is well Nor griev'd the People less the Commons Eyes Free as their Loyal Hearts wept Subsidies And in this publick Wee some went so far To think the Danger did deserve a Star Which though 't were short As but to show You would like one of us a Sickness know And that you could be mortal and to prove By Tryal of their Grief your Subjects Love Would keep your Bed or Chamber yet our â—…ear Made that short time we saw you not a Year So did we Reason mindless and to gain Your quick Recov'ry striv'd to share your Pain Nay such an Interest had we in your Health That in you sick'ned Church and Commonwealth Alas to miss you was enough to bring An Anarchy but that your Life was King More than your Scepter and though you refrain'd To come among us yet your Actions reign'd They were our Pattern still and we from thence Did in your Absence chuse our Rule and Prince And liv'd by your Example which will stay And govern here when you are turn'd to Clay For what is he that ever heard or saw Your Conversation and not thought it Law Such a clear Temper of so wise and sweet A Majesty where Power and Goodness meet In just proportions such Religious Care To practice what you bid as if to wear The Crown or Robe were not enough to free The Prince from that which Subjects ought to be Lastly for all your Graces to rehearse Is fitter for a Story than my Verse Such a high Reverence do your Vertues win They teach without and govern us within And so enlarge your Kingdoms when they see Our Minds more than our Bodies bend the Knee And though before you we stand only bare These make your Presence to be every where Upon the Birth of the Duke of York MAke big the Bonfires for in this one Son The Queen 's delivered of a Nation She hath brought forth a People now we may Confess our doubted Life and boldly say This Prince compleats our Joy because he can Already make the Prince of Wales a Man And so confute the Nurse when he shall see Himself in him past his Minority Good morrow Babe welcome into that Air Which thou confirmestiours which now we dare Bequeath to our late Nephews that shall see It always English in the Prince and thee And never know the doubtful Scepter stand In Expectation of a chosen Hand Nor Danger of an armed that may bar The Crown from falling perpendicular And so cross Nature For I must confess 〈◊〉 wish the Prince such lasting Happiness And do commend to Providence this Work That the State may not need a Duke of York And think a gâ—… and protected Heir Enough to silence any â—…odest Prayer Yet since the wiser Heavens do conceive A way to bless Posterity to leave So much of Charles to them as they shall see Drawn to the Life in so much Imag'ry And durst not trust a Chronicle but wou'd Derive his Virtues only in his Blood And thinking them too vast for one did try To coyn a Partner to his Legacy May Heaven proceed to keep him may he shine To mock the Poorness of the Indian Mine And scorn the Fleet having a Treasure far Above the Winds reach or the Hollander So may he puzzle Statesman and put down All Reck'â—…mgs of Revenues
Disguise Where ever Men where ever Pillage lyes Like ravenous Vultures our wing'd Navy flys Under the Tropick we are understood And bring home Rapine through a Purple Flood New Circulations found our Blood is hurl'd As round the lesser to the greater World In civil Broils he did us first engage And made three Kingdoms subject to his Rage One fatal Stroke slew Justice and the Cause Of Truth Religion and our sacred Laws So fell Achilles by the Trojan Band Though he still fought with Heaven its self in 's hand Nor would Domestick Spoil confine his Mind No Limits to his Fury but Mankind The Brittish Youth in Forreign Coasts are sent Towns to destroy but more to Banishment Who since they cannot in this Isle abide Are confin'd Prisoners to the World beside No Wonder then if we no Tears allow To him that gave us Wars and Ruin too Tyrants that lov'd him griev'd concern'd to see There must be Punishâ—…ent for Cruelty Nature her self rejoyced at his Death And on the Waters sung with such a Breath As made the Sea dance higher than before While her glad Waves came dancing to the Shore FINIS THE Rustick Rampant OR RURAL ANARCHY AFFRONTING Monarchy IN THE INSURRECTION OF WAT TYLER By I C. Claudian Asperius nihil est humili cum surgit in altum LONDON Printed by R. Holt for Obadiah Blagrave at the Bear in St. Paul's Church-yard 1687. Iohn of Lydgate Lib. 4. ANd semblably to put it at a Prefe And execute it by clear Experience One the most contrarious Mischief Found in this Earth by notable Evidence If only this by Fortunate Uiolence When that Wretches churlish of Fature The Estate of Princes unwarely doth recure A Crown of Gold is nothing according For to be set upon a Knaves heed A Foltish Clerk for to wear a Ring Accordeth not who that can take hede And in this World there is no greater Dread Then Power give if it be well sought Unto such one that first rose up of Fought There is no manner iust Convenience A Royal Carbuncle Ruby or Garnet For a chast Emeraud of Uirtues Excelence For Inde Saphirs in Copper to be set 〈◊〉 Kind'ly Power in foul Metal is let And so the State of politick Puysance Is euer lost where Knaves have Governance For a time they may well up ascend Like windy Smoaks their fumes sprede A crowned Ass plainly to comprehend Uoid of Discretion is more for to drede Then is a Lyon for that one indede Of his Fature is Mighty and Royal Uoid of Discretion that other Beastial The gentle Fature of a strong Lyon To prostrate People of kind is merciable For unto all that fall afore him doun His Royal Puissaunce cannot be vengeable But churlish â—…olves by Rigour untreatable And folty She-asses eke of Beastialty Failing Reason braid ever on Cruelty Fone is so proud as he that can no good The leuder heed the more Presumption Most Cruelty and Uengeance in low Blood â—…ith Malaperâ—…ness and Indiscretion Of Churl and Gentle make this Division Of outhor of them I dare right well report Fro thence they came thereto they wyll resort To the Reader THe Beginnings of the Second Richard's Reign are turmoiled with a Rebellion which shook his Throne and Empire A Rebellion not more against Religion and Order than Nature and Humanity too a Rebellion never to be believed but in the Age it was acted in and our own in which we find how terrible the Overflows of the common People ever delighted in the Calamities of others untyed and hurryed on by their own Wills and beastly Fury must prove Though Masanello is short of Tyler yet if we compare that Fisherman with our Hind the Neapolitan Mechanicks and our Clowns we shall not find them much unlike not in their sudden Flourish and Prosperity not in the Mischiefs they did and the barbarous savage Rudeness in the doing them Masanello made a Shew of foolish unseasonable Piety to the Prince and Archbishop which became not his part which made him the more imperfect Rebel the worse Politician however he might seem the better Man but these too might be but counterfeit Reverence this might be his Disguise and he might have come up to more according to the new Lights which we may imagine was breaking in The Continuance and Mis-rule of these Worthies were much of a Length in a few ' Days the Brands themselves had fired broke upon their own Heads they were pluck'd up before their full Growth like airy flitting Clouds they were blown over e'er they could pour down the Storm they were big with The Colours of these Tumults were fair and taking such as their Architects Baal and Straw the Priests had laid such as the Masters of these Schools have deliver'd in all Ages The Weal publick the Liberty of the free-born People pilled and flayed by the King's Taxes and the cruel Oppression of the Gentry Iustice Reformation or Regulation of Fundamental Laws long subverted considerable Names if we may believe them set them on The King his Glory his Honour his Safety the King and the Commons are cry'd up But the King was compassed with Traitors and Malignants they will have it so and it is their Care to remove them Root and Branch they will fire the House to cleanse it much other Business they had much was amiss much to be reformed but in the first Sally all is not noised what was not handsome what might give a fuller Fright was lapped up in Folds to be discovered as they had thriven to be swallowed but gilded with a Victory we know Crimes carried in a happy Stream of Luck lose their Names in it are Beautiful and must be thought so The Ordale of the Sword justified Caesar and condemned Pompey not his Cause Adversae res etiam bonos detractant says Salust Good Men if they miscarry do not only lose themselves but their Integrity their Iustness their Honesty they are what the Conqueror pleases and the silly Multitude which ever admires the glitter of Prosperity will hate them Providence preserved the English Nation from this Blow The Lawrel of Success crowned not the Rebels they crumble to their first Dust again are ruined by their own Weight and Confusion They had risen like those Sons of the Dragons Teeth in Tempests without Policy or Advice Their Leaders were meerly fantastical but Goblins and Shadows Men willing to embroyl and daring whose Courage was better than their Cause and who to advance the Design would not boggle at a piece of Honesty an Oath a Protestation or Covenant a Verse of St. Paul or St. Peter a Case of Conscience in the Way of brave bold manly Spirits yet without Heads or Wits to manage the Great Work which in so vast a Body suddenly composed like the Spawns of Nile of Slime and Dirt of so different Parts so unequal Members was fatal to the Whole Tyler had no Brains he could not plot nor contrive and those about him were as
could not be well tempered with vulgar Blood a Servant of the Arch-Bishops who had trusted himself to these Guards and Walls is forced to betray his Lord. He brings them into the Chappel where the Holy Prelate was at his Prayers where he had celebrated Mass that Morning before the King and taken the Sacred Communion where he had spent the whole Night in watching and Devotion as presaging what followed He was a Valiant Man and Pious and expected these Blood-hounds with great Security and Calmness of Mind when their bellowing first struck his Ears he tells his Servants that Death came now as a more particular Blessing where the Comforts of Life were taken away that Life was irksome to him perhaps his pious Fears for the Church and Monarchy both alike indangered and fatally tied to the same Chain might make him weary of the World and that he could now dye with more quiet of Conscience than ever a Quiet which these Parricides will not find when they shall pay the Score of this and their other Crimes However the Flattery of Success may abuse our Death-bed represents things in their own Shape and as they are After this the Rout of Wolves enter prophanely roaring where is the Traitor where is the Robber of the Common People He answers not troubled at what he saw or heard Ye are welcome my Sons I am the Arch-Bishop whom you seek neither Traitor nor Robber Presently these Limbs of the Devil griping him with their wicked Clutches tear him out of the Chappel neither reverencing the Altar nor Crucifix figured on the top of his Crosier nor the Host these are the Monks Observations for which he condemns them in the highest Impiety and makes them worse than Devils and as Religion went then well he might condemn them so They drag him by the Arms and Hood to Tower Hill without the Gates there they howl hideously which was the Sign of a Mischief to follow He asks them what it is they purpose what is his Offence tells them he is their Arch-Bishop this makes him guilty all his Eloquence his Wisdom are now of no Use he adds the Murder of their Soveraign Pastor will be severely punished some notorious Vengeance will suddenly follow it These Destroyers will not trouble themselves with the idle Formality of a Mock-trial or Court of their own erecting an abominable Ceremony which had made their Impiety more ugly they proceed down-right and plainly which must be instead of all things He is commanded to lay his Neck upon the Block as a false Traitor to the Commonalty and Realm To deal roundly his Life was forfeited and any particular Charge or Defence would not be necessary his Enemies were his Accusers and Judges his Enemies who had combined and sworn to abolish his Order the Church and spoil the Sacred Patrimony and what Innocency what Defence could save Without any Reply farther he forgives the Headsman and bows his Body to the Axe After the first hit he touches the Wound with his Hand and speaks thus It is the Hand of the Lord. The next Stroke falls upon his Hand e'er he could remove it cuts off the tops of his Fingers after which he fell but dyed not till the eighth Blow his Body lay all that day unburied and no Wonder all Men were throughly Scared under the Tyranny of these Monsters all Humanity all Piety were most unsafe The Arch-bishop dyed a Martyr of Loyalty to his King and has his Miracles recorded an Honour often bestowed by Monks Friends of Regicide and Regicides on Traitors seldom given to honest Men. In his Epitaph his riming Epitaph where is shewn the pittiful ignorant Rudeness of those times he goes for no less he speaks thus Sudburiae natus Simon jacet hic tumulatus Martyrizatus nece pro republica stratus Sudburies Simon here intombed lies Who for the Common-wealth a Martyr dies It is fit says Plato that he who would appear a just Man become Naked that his Vertue be dispoiled of all Ornament that be he taken for a wicked Man by others wicked indeed that he be mocked and hanged The wisest of Men tell us There is a Just Man that perisheth in his Righteousness and there is a wicked Man that prolongeth his Life in his Wickedness The Seas are often calm to Pirates and the Scourges of God the Executioners of his Fury the Goths Hunns and Vandals heretofore Tartars and Turks now how happy are their Robberies how do all things succeed with them beyond their Wishes Our Saviours Passion the great Mystery of his Incarnation lost him to the Iews his Murtherers Whereupon Grotius notes it is often permitted by God that pious Men be not only vexed by wicked Men but murdered too He gives Examples in Abel Isaiah and others the MESSIAH dyed for the Sins of the World Ethelbert and Saint Edmund the East-Angles Saint Oswald the Northumbrian Edward the Monarch c. Saxon Kings are Examples at Home Thucidides in his Narration of the Defeat and Death of Nician the Athenian in Sicily speaks thus Being the Man of all the Grecians of my Time had least deserved to be brought to so great a Degree of Misery It is too frequent to proclaim Gods Judgments in the Misfortunes of others as if we were of the Celestial Council had seen all the Wheels or Orbs upon which Providence turns and knew all the Reasons and Ends which direct and govern its Motions Men love by a strange Abstraction to seperate Facts from their Crimes where the Fact is Beneficial the Advantage must canonize it it must be of Heavenly Off-spring a Way to justifie Cain Abimelech Phocas our Third Richard Ravilliac every lucky Parricide whatsoever Alexander Severus that most excellent Emperor assassinated by the Militia or Souldiery by an ill Fate of the Common-wealth for Maximinus a Thracian or Goth Lieutenant General of the Army a cruel Savage Tyrant by Force usurped the Empire after him replyed to one who pretended to foretell his End That it troubled aim not the most Renowned Persons in all Ages dye violently This Gallant Prince condemned no Death but a dishonest fearful one Heaven it self declared on the Arch-bishops side and cleared his Inocency Starling of Essex who challenged to himself the Glory of being Headsman fell mad suddenly after ran through the Villages with his Sword hanging naked upon his Breast and his Dagger naked behind him came up to London confest freely the Fact and lost his Head there As most of those did who had laid their Hands upon this Arch-bishop coming up severally out of their Countrys to that City and constantly accusing themselves for the Parricide of their spiritual Father Nothing was now unlawful there could be no Wickedness after this they make more Examples of barbarous Cruelty under the Name of Justice Robert Lord Prior of St. Iohn and Lord Treasurer of England Iohn Leg or Laige one of the Kings Sergeants at Arms a
Husbandman does in Overflows of Waters who clears and drains his Ground repairs the Banks but does not usurp upon the Stream does not inhance within the Channel and farther that quarrels to his Government and Laws are unreasonable from those who out of Ambition arm to overthrow both that Reformation is not the Work of Sedition which ever disorders what is well setled He conjures them to forsake these Furies who says he abuse their Lightness meerly for their own Ends whose Companions and Masters they were lately now are they but their Guards and that if they refuse a Subjection according to all Laws Divine and Humane to his Scepter they must become Slaves and Tributaries to their Iron to the Flails and Pitch-forks of some Mushroom of their own Dirt and that advancing their Mushroom thus upon his Power by the Ways of Force gives an Example to the next Tumults against themselves There can be no Safety for any new Power raised upon this Force the Obedience to that upon these Rules being limited and annexed to the Force and Success and to yield and give Way to the next Power visible which shall overbear it A way to thrust a Nation into a State of War continual Perjury and Impiety to the Worlds End This Realm as he goes on is my Inheritance which I took Possession of after the Death of my Grandfather being a Child and did I claim only by your Gift which I shall never grant yet are not you free to make a new Choice you are bound to me by Oaths and Compacts and no Right of new Complyance or Submission can be left you to transfer He concludes That Despair was a dangerous Sin which would drive them head-long to Destruction that whatsoever their Offences had been they were not above his Mercy He bids them not trouble themselves for Tyler a base Fellow who thrust them into Dangers and blew them into a Storm to raise himself upon the Billows upon the Ruins of his Country He promises to lead them he will be their Captain if they will follow him he will please them in all their Desires This he spake to draw them off farther into Smithfield fearing they would again fall to burning of Houses They now wanted their Devil who possessed them and being in Doubt whether they should kill the King or return Home with his Charters there being no Incendiary to command follow the King in Suspence Baal and Straw about this time amazed at the Idol's Fall lose Courage and slip away In the mean time the stout Mayor spurs to the City with one Servant where in a few Words he acquaints the Citizens with the Kings Peril and his own and requests their sudden Assistance if not for himself for the King who says he is in Danger now to be murthered Some Loyal Hearts some good Men of the Kings Party arm and joyn to the Number of one Thousand and range themselves in the Street expecting some of the Cavaliers of the Kings Knights to conduct them resolved either to overcome or not to fear the Conquerors Sir Robert Knowles a renowned Commander in the French Wars of the King's Grandfather called falsly Canol by Polydore and others undertakes this Charge Sir Perducas D'Albret called D'Albreth a Noble Gascoign and a Commander too in those Wars Nicholas Brembre the Kings Draper and other Aldermen come in with their Levies and march to the King in sight of the Rebels There the King knights the brave Wil Walworth Iohn Standish one of his Esquires Nicholas Brembre Iohn Philpot 'a most generous Citizen famous for his faithful Service to his Prince in the times succeeding and others The Nobility about the King desire him to strike off an hundred or two of the Clowns Heads in Revenge of the Injuries and Infamy they had received from them Sir Robert Knowls would have him fall on and cut them all to pieces The King dislikes both these Counsels He says many of these unhappy Men were awed to side without either Malice to his Person or Power and that if the first Advice were taken the most Innocent might be punished and the Guilty scape If the Second the very Rebel and the Counterfeit the forced one must be swallowed up together which was high Injustice Yet were there many of these Rebels called to an Account and their Acts of Blood Rapine and Burning cost them dear but these Acts of theirs done against Law were punished Legally upon the finding of Juries when the Tumults were composed Which was fair and handsome and shew the Honourable Justice of our King All that was done against them that Night was to forbid the Citizens by Proclamation to entertain any of these Men in the City or communicate with them and to command all Men who had not dwelt there for one Year before to depart So far was the young King from approving the Cruelty of the late Counsels that in the next Place he causes the Charters which he had promised them to be delivered Yet some may suppose this but a Pardon of Shew and the Pardon-piece of the Charters as well as the other part rather a Piece of Policy than any thing else the Countrys being yet Tumultuons the Clowns were upon their good Behaviour that was a Condition of their Pardon which they would not observe they commit new Outrages break the Kings Laws and pluck down the Vengeance of Justice upon their Heads afresh they did not give over their Mischiefs after their Return says Wals. By the King and his Counsel the Charters at extorted out of Force and Necessity were recalled and though the Meynie generally were pardoned the King again provoked staid but for a fit time to take Vengeance on the Ring-leaders and punish particular Offenders who could not be forgiven It being necessary in so desperate a Revolt for the Terror of others to make Examples of some such malicious Disturbers of the Peace as would never have been reclaimed The King 's Charters contained a Manumission of the Villains and Abolition of the Memory of what was past for the rest The Tenor says Walsingham of the Charters extorted from the King by Force was this he gives us only that of Hartfordshire the Province of his Monastery RIchard by the Grace of God King of England and of France Lord of Ireland To all his Bayliffs and others his Trusty to whom these Letters shall come greeting Know ye that we of our special Grace have made free all our Lieges and every of our Subjects of Hartfordshire and we free those and every of them from all Bondage and quit them by these Presents and also we pardon the same our Lieges and Subjects for all Fellonies Treasons Trespasses and Extortions by them or any of them in any wise done or committed and also every Outlary or Outlaries if any against them or any of them are or shall be published and our full Peace to them or any of them therefore we grant In witness
by that time our publick Thieves had cast Lots for the Kings Churches Nobilities and Gentrys Revenues what Boars of other Countrys could have compared with the Riches of our Peasants and their Captain Tyler When there should have been so Straw goes on none left more great more strong or more wise than our selves then we had set up a Law of our own forging at our Pleasure by which our Subjects should have been regulated Necessary it was the old Law should be voted down it condemned them in every Line Then had we created us Kings Tyler for Kent a part too small for the Arch-tyrant and others for other Shires Here was to be Monarchy still not Evil in it self but where it ought to be of Right only the Family was to be changed the ancient Saxon Norman Stemm for an upstart Dunghil Brood of Vipers Tyler to be advanced upon the Ruins of Richard the Cedar to be torn up to make the Bramble Room enough while any of the Royal Off-spring had been in being to claim the Right to have involved the Miserable Perjured Foolish People in an Everlasting Civil War never to have ceased while there had been a Vein of Blood to run The Maintenance of Tylers Wrong his Usurpation not to look farther then the present World would have been more fatal than ten Plagues Iohn adds no Man thwarted these Ends of ours more than the Arch-bishop therefore we hated him to Death and made all the Haste possible to bring him to it In the Evening of that Saturday in which Wat perished because the poorer sort of the Londoners favoured us we intended to have fired the City in four Places and to have divided the Spoils So the faithful Citizens as forward as they were had at last paid for their Love he calls God to witness these Truths The Confessions of many others of the Ingagement agreed with this of Straw The Lawyers and those as one who sled from the Tyranny of the Time durst now shew their Faces Here is Tyranny of the Rout Tyranny of a Savage Clown their Boutefeu whose few Days of cruel Usurpation were more bloody more destroying than the Years of any Caligula any Nero any Domitian whatsoever A Civil War says a Noble Frenchman makes more Breaches as to a Country as to Manners Laws and Men in six Months then can be repaired in six Years What then can be thought or said of those Monsters who against all ties of Nature and Piety shall raise a desperate Civil War meerly with the Intent to overthrow Religion the Church the Government Laws and Humanity out of a cursed divelish Ambition to advance themselves Tylers and Sons of the Earth before to an Height which God as some love to speak never called them to For though Power is of God it is only so when the coming to it is by lawful Means He that ordains the Power allows not the Usurpation of it Tyler had the Power to do Mischief the Power of Rebellion the Power which must have ruined the Church and Common-wealth but whether this be the Power which Christians are to submit to let the next Casuists judge The Septuagint Translation of the Bible says of Abimelech who slew his Seventy Brethren Murder ushers Usurpation in He made himself King by Tyranny The Monk who writes the Lives of the Offa's speaking of Beormred the Mercian Usurper has these Words In the same Region of the Mercians a certain Tyranny rather destroying and dissipating the Nobility of the Realm then ruling c. persecuting banishing c. Lest any one especially of the Royal Blood should be advanced in his Place he vehemently 〈◊〉 The thirty Usurpers in the time of Gallieâ—… are every where called Tyrants Paulus Diacâ—…nus writing of Valentine in the time of Valentinian says He was crushed in Brittany before he could invade the Tyranny and of Maximus that he was Stoâ—… and Valiaâ—… and worthy of the Empire â—…ad he not against the Faith of his Oath raised himself per tyrannidem by Tyranny In other places Engeâ—… Gratian Constance Sebastian created Tyrannis The Words Tyranny and Tyranne and Tyraâ—…ous Party being used often by him are ever opposed to just and Regal Power never used in any other Sense Widdrington to the Example of Athalia urged by Bellarmine against Kings says she was no lawful Queen she had seized the Kingdom as an Usurpress by Tyranny the Kingdom belonged to Ioash in whose Right and by whose Power she was justly â—…lain Our most learned Prelate Bishop Abbot of Sâ—…lisbury tells the Cubs of Loyolaâ—… Athalia had snatched had grasped and held the Kingdom with no Right no Title but by Butchery Robbery Rapine and forcible Entry and that she was thrown down and killed by the common bounden Duty and Faith of Subjects to their Prince Baronius a Cardinal that the Maccabees of Levi or House of the Assamoneans may not be made Usurpers matches them with the Royal Line of David else says he absque labe Tyrannidis without the Stain of Tyranny they could not meddle with the Kingdom Rodolph Duke of Suevia or Suabenland set up for a false Emperor by that devilish Pope Hildebrand against the Emperor Henry the IV. is called by the Germans a Tyranne upon this Score A full Tyranny says one of our Chief Justices speaking of the Papal Power in Church-causes here has two Parts without Right to usurp and inordinately to rule and the Statute 28 of King Henry the 8th against the Papal Authority calls it an usurped Tyranny and the Exercise of it a Robbery and spoyling of the King and his People The Statute 31 Henry the 6th adjudging Iohn Cade another Imp of Hell and Successor of Wat to be a Traitor which are the Words of the Title and all his Indictments and Acts to be void speaks thus The most abominable Tyranny horrible odious and arrant false Traitor Iohn Cade naming himself sometime Mortimer he and Tyler had two Names taking upon him Royal Power c. by false subtile and imagined Language c. Robbing stealing and spoiling c. And that all his Tyranny Acts Feats and false Opinions shall be voided and that all things depending thereof c. under the Power of Tyranny shall be likewise void c. And that all Indictments in times coming in like Case under Power of Tyranny Rebellion c. shall be void in Law and that all Petitions delivered to the King in his last Parliament c. against his Mind by him not agreed shall be put in Oblivion c. as against God and Conscience c. To proceed The King because all these Risings were by the Ringleaders protested to be made for him and his Rights and that the Forces then raised were raised by his Authority and all their Actions owned by him issues out a Proclamation from London to this Effect RIchard c. To all and singular Sheriffs Mayors Bayliffs c. of our County of N.