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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A54808	The Sad condition of a distracted kingdome, expressed, in a fable of Philo the Jew	Philo, of Alexandria.; Rivers, J. A. (John Abbot)	1645 (1645)	Wing P2130; ESTC R40672	16,919	35

Ayrie Regions that they not descend At once and with a deluge make an end Of all VVho firmes the Earth and with just lines The East the VVest the South the North designes On what substantiall B●ses do's it stand Or is it propt only by Gods right hand VVho wrought and put on the main Seas their shrowds And like some new-born babe wrapt 'em in Clouds For swadling clouts who a confining barre Could set upon 'em bid 'em passe so farre And passe no further Thus the Oceans bounds Circling not swallowing the embraced grounds Are a new wonder Then amidst the waves They hear how that unweldie Monster raves The VVhale and laugh at his complaints because They are injurious to the wholsome Lawes Of God and nature Let us hear his song Then vindicate Gods providence from wrong Is not the whole circumference of the Maine The Baltick Sea the Seas of France and Spaine The waves that glide by India Africa Sufficient space for him to feed and play And chase the Orke Myriads of miles at least Are thought a prison by this Monstrous Beast And Nature is injurious that hath put Him in a Goale and in a dungeon shut Are Londoners in prison 'cause the Line Limits their gadding and the● Outworks confine Their pleasant walkes the Ocean that surrounds Our Island washing all our English grounds Speaks England but a Goale Mans noble mind VVithin this house compos'd of clay confinde Although it can i th' twinkling of an eye On wings of swift imagination flye Thorough the Vniverse transcend the skie And comment even on Gods immensitie Yet is a Captive and close prisoner Our mixed Elements the Goalers are And only death can grant a full discharge And with his warrant the thrald soul inlarge But wherefore will Leviathan complaine VVho for his rendevous hath all the Maine And hundreth Seas Because he cannot go Into the Straits of Archipelago There the wise God of nature doth provide VVhere ships continually and Navies ride Many Charihdaes Scyllaes dangerous rocks Facing that Isle where fed the fleecie flocks Of Polypheme That for the generall good And his own safety no Atlantick flood Should bear this Monster but where billowes break At great Alcides Pillars there they speak A Non plus ultra to the VVhale For if He enter should the Levant Sea no Skif No vessell could be safe nor he himselfe But every rock and every shallow shelfe VVould menace death and danger to prevent VVhich inconveniences wise nature meant He should be barr'd those Deeps his duller eye Not able Rocks and dangerous Syrts to spye VVhich would his too unweldy body teare Peece-meale and he must every minute feare Present destruction Should he be pursu'de By covetous man and certainly he wou'de VVhat rills of brinish water can he throw Into the ayre able to overthrow The largest ship and with his massie taile More spread then some huge Carrike under saile Or'ewhelme and drowne all vessels To save these Mischiefs he ne're shall wallow in those Seas Now judge who is the Prisoner who has cause To grudge and challenge Gods and Natures Lawes So frantick Man like Absolon takes joy In that which shall his happinesse destroy The shrub envies the Cedar and the Oake VVhen that stands firme these feel the thundring stroke Of angry Heaven Poore men although despis'd Are safe when oft the Rich are sacrific'd VVee 'd saile in plenty but our puft up sailes Are driven as well by rough as prosperous gales Those promise shipwrack more then these aport The Cottage hath lesse danger then the Court Was it not Villers Mothers Adage shee Vntill a Courtier ne're knew miserie And Straffords Father did advise his Sonne To run that race his Ancestors had run Had he obayed his prudent sire and lead A private life no Troops had seen his head Chopt off and the inconstant Multitude First thirsting then triumphing in his bloud This Canterbury conscious of his parts How greedily and with what wilie arts Got he to be a States-man with what sweat And study did he labour to be great But whereto serves his Grace his dignities But to make more deplorde the Precipice Yet all like Frantick Icarus will flye Alost although they perish in the skye And Phaeton will beg to guide the Sunne A day although before that day be done He rue his rash attempt Such things are sweet That are prohibited or else not meet God meanes to give us bread not stinging scorpions When he raines on us blessings or afflictions But we divert his purpose and misuse His providence not knowing how to use What he intends for blessings Many are Like D' Alva's Duke oppressed better far Then in prosperity But we will runne The wild goose chase untill we are undone If in adversity say God's unjust If in prosperity follow what lust Spleen avarice and ambition dictate look On lately glorious London 'T is a book Worth the perusall nay let 's trace about The Circuite of the Kingdome and find out What Devill what Enyo sowed these tares Amongst us and engendred all these warres That have destroyed out Brittish Isle and rent The Kingdome 'twixt the King and Parliament Who sayes who 's faulty He or they The King A God on Earth a consecrated thing Cannot transgresse and being the only source Whence Iustice and our Laws derive their fotce Must needs be pure They Iethro's Elders are Englands supreamest Senate whom the care Of the whole Kingdome chose to cure the sick Condition of the Body Politick And 't were a fin t' imagine these should erre Their own before the●● publike good prefer How then rise all these tumults these sad jarres The clamour of the Drum intestine warres VVhat is the Origen where springs the cause Of all these plagues we suffer 'gainst the lawes Of reason dictating that every State Preserve it selfe not set wide ope a gate To its own destruction and as Trojans did Cheated by perjur'd Synon fondly bid Their foes nay haile themselves the fatall Steed Stuft with Vlisses Pyrrhw Diomed VVho issuing forth shall Dardans Town destroy VVith flames consume the lofty Towers of Troy Speak better Muses what wrong'd Deitie Hath brought on England so much miserie VVho has inflamde our English blouds to sheath Their swords in English breasts and to make Death Ride in such triumph where our English are The sad attendants of his duskie Car. VVhen the Assyrians shall be punish'd God Fetches no hostile forces from abroad But skares the souldiers with a Pannick fright And makes Assirians with Assyrians fight They on themselves their spleen and malice spend Brother kils brother friend his dearest friend Nor can they bragge of Conquest as no blade But their own swords this bloody slaughter made We drinke the Dutch downe and our whoring's more Then the hot Spaniards more hard to the poore Then Iewes we are blaspheaming swearing play Our prophanation of the Sabborn day Cheating our Neighbour and we have so