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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A65439	To the most illustrious, High and Mighty Majesty of Charles the II, by the grace of God King of Great Britain, France and Ireland, defender of the faith, etc. the humble declaration of being first a supplicatory preface and discourse of His Majesty, and then humbly shewing the great and dangerous troubles and intollerable oppressions of himself and his family, and the true occasion thereof, in the wofull times of these late most unhappy distractions : wherein the perfect loyalty of a true subject, and persideous malice and cruelty of a rebell, are evidently deciphered, and severally set forth to the publick view in their proper colours, as a caution for England : hereunto are annexed certain poems, and other treatises composed and written by the author upon several occasions, concerning the late most horrid and distracted times, and nver before published.	Wenlock, John.	1662 (1662)	Wing W1350; ESTC R8066	124,478	168

crucifie your King And had he dream't the Godhead was his Father Then shed his bloud he would have perisht rather But these did know the Father and the Son Were lawfull Monarchs of this Region By just succession and did make the Oath Of true Allegiance often to them both And their Successors yet they martyr'd one And forc'd the undoubted Heir from his Throne By which injustice they contend in vain To rob and kill their Soveraign once again A President beyond abomination And never heard of since the Worlds creation The Turk and Pope may lay the Bucklers by Scarce conscious yet of such base cruelty And therefore these flesh s●ends without compare In Antichrist may claim the greater share Such Cacodemons scarce were ever found In Affrick India or the Welk● round Whose bloudy base enchantments with outcries Proclaims their guilt to all posterities Whose iron stony hearts shall feel the fates Of all their sins as holy writ relates Whose Tyrannies shall tumble down and lye Prostrate on earth sans hope or remedy No rout nor rabble runs unto their aide The People will no longer be betraide With vizard false for now the time is come That Athal●ah's shall receive their doom That Davids tribe ●iumphantly may reign And Aarons sacred rod may bud again Yet let us only praise Johovah's power Who now in mer●y doth begin to showre His grace and love on such an Ethnick land So long hath stoop'd to the usurpt command Of Idols base with filth so overgrown Whom neither nature art nor law can own Whose treasons and exactions sprung from thence Renders them Tyrants void of common sense Whose damned projects and prophane desires May fear a doom as fierce as Sodom's fires Who●e horrid barbarous measure by them dealt Deserves more plagues than ever Aegypt felt Whose scourge the Devil would hardly undertake Were he not forc'd their Process for to make And who●e Religion had they power alone Would quite devest th' Almighty from his Throne No sin to Satan can be so coherent As murder of their King the Lords Vice-gerent But these have far endeavoured to excell In all their plots the Beelzebub of hell They outvied Lucifer whose highest aime Was with the Godhead but a share to claime But here their Soveraigns Kingdoms were too small To gorge these kites they must have life and all Because his Christian conscience was so loath To violate his Coronation oath And yield consent with wolvish Tyrants power The Church to rob and Common-wealths devo●● That painting proud Zidonian 〈◊〉 Just Naboth from his Vineyard did expell Spilling his bloud and yet upon pretence He had blasphem'd his God and Soveraign Prince But these o●e flowed in their outragious spleen Accursed Ahal and his bloudy Queen Enforcing most their freedoms to redeem Because they would not God and King blaspheme And made all feel their Tyrants raging rod That would not fight against their King and God Yet after all these bloudy-dy'd distractions This spawn of hell would justifie their Actions O horror never heard of damned Crue Can ever earth afford them vengeance due No sure there is decreed for such men A mansion dark in the infernal den Where they shall strongly guarded be about And dwell secure from being turned out Their Guardians there will constant be and ring In their sad ears the murder of their King And loyal Nobles Gentry and the rest Devour'd and to●n by that prodigious beast Be●●● in hell where Justice shall re●ound A just reward to every member round Where damn'd oppression of our royal race May spout sulphurious bloud into their face VVhere all the hellish mischiefs they have wrought Shall be revealed and to Judgement brought And execution as befits their sin Where torments endlesse ever more begin And where for all their jealousies and fears They shall have payment of their full arrears And yet if Grigg should misse of them his meed Tyburn again would wear a mourning weed Should it but I ose the guerdon of such Elves As would have all men Traytors like themselves That robb'd all Subjects of their goods and lands That durst withstand their devillish commands Who merit far more solid hempen frumps Than the poor senselesse sheeps and bullocks Rumps Hung up in figure where they pine untill The Saints they cypher do their rooms up fill O Lord that true repentance may prevent The just deserts of that mock Parliament Hath caus'd that name to scent as bad as hell Which yet in former Ages rellisht well And Oh that others might be struck with terrors And humbled for their sordid sottish errors The Lawyers purse deserves a sharp incision For acting Justice by Jack Cades Commission 'T is tenter'd law too rigid and too brief A lawlesse Traytor to condemn a Thief They 're none of Plowdo●s kindred nor of Cokes Such Doctrine's neuter unto all the books The Country Just asse Maior and Recorder How retrograde have they been out of order Intruding with the basest adulations To court Rebellion in her several statious But who at first refin'd these rural Wits Metropolis of all our frensie fits Th' Apostate Clergy needs must have remorse That us'd Religion like a stalking horse To drive on Faction with a dull designe The setled Hierarchy to undermine I hope they see that Schisme and fond division Hath made them emblems of the Worlds derision Deserve they not more than a moderate mulct That forg'd for Rome a season to insult On our Religion that was well before That hair-brain'd Rebels it in pieces tore When Presbyters nor Independents name Were no such pillars in our Churches frame All innovations both in Church and State Spring up too soon repented are too late A monstrous horrid wonder 't is to see That such as dare professe Divinity Should be with such a Lethargy beset The principle foundations to forget Such in a dark some labyrinth are lost As ●light the Father Son and Holy Ghost The Decalogue Lords Prayer and the Creed These new-come Teachers cannot say nor read Why do not these the word of God remain Beyond the fancies of a crazy Brain Hath not St. Paul such phantasies forbod As please the People and dishonour God Yet mock fasts and prophaner gratulations Were cryed up within these mole-eyed Nations To these the vulgar with devotion flocked Not once remembring God would not be mocked Or that their zeal of knowledge so bereft VVas but a loathsome sacrilegious theft Robbing of God of his divine applause To set a varnish on the Devils Cause For Truth did never yet approve it good To render thanks for shedding Christian blood Or when the wicked were resolv'd to sin They should with fasts and prayers first begin These were the Devils subtle sole inventions To mask and colour the obscaene intentions Of all his perjur'd agents plung'd in woe For temporizing and blaspheming so For calling darknesse light and bitter sweet For blazing Treasons without all regreet Who did not Conscience nor Allegeance tender But