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The liberty of the imprisoned Royalist.
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Lovelace, Richard, 1618-1658.
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1647
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Wing L3239A; Thomason E398_12; ESTC R201688
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The Liberty of the Imprisoned ROYALIST BEat on proud Billows Boreas blow Swell curled waves high as Ioves roofe Your incivility shall know That innocence is Tempest proofe Though surely Nereus roare my thoughts are calme Then strike affliction for thy wounds are Balme That which the world miscalls a Iayle A private closset is to me Whilst a good conscience is my baile And Innocence my Libertie Locks Barrs Walls Leannesse though together met Make me no prisoner but an Anchorite I whilst I wisht to be retir'd Into this private roome was turn'd As if their wisdome had conspir'd A Salamander should be burn'd And like a Sophie who would drownd a fish I am condemnd to suffer what I wish The Cynick huggs his poverty The Pellican his willdernesse And 't is the Indians pride to be Naked on frozen Caucasus Contentment cannot smart Stoicks wee see Make torments easie by their Apathie These Manacles upon my arme I as my Sweet-hearts favour weare And then to keep my anckles warme I have some iron shack's there These walls are but my Garrison this Cell Which men call jaile doth prove my Cittadell Soe he that stroke at Jasons life Thinking h' ad made his purpose sure By a malitious freindly knâ—fe Did only wound him to a cure Malice I see wants will for what is meant Mischief oftimes proves favour in th' event Here sin for want of food doth sterve Where tempâ—ing obiects are not seene And those strong Walls doe only serve To keep vice out not let sin in Malice of late 's growne charitable sure I 'me not committed but am kept secure I 'me in this Cabinet lockt up As some high prized Margarit And like some great Magull or Pope Am cloystered up from publike sight Retir'dnesse is a point of Majestie And thus proud Sultan I 'me as great as thee When once my Prince affliction hath Prosperity doth Treason seeme And then to smooth so rough a path I can learne patience too from him Now not to suffer shews no loyall heart When Kings want ease Subjects must learne to smart What though I cannot see my King Either in 's person or his coine Yet contemplation is a thing Which renders what I have not mine My prince from me what Adamant can part Whom I doe wear engraven on my heart My soule is free as Ambient Aire Although my baser parts be mu'd Whilst loyall thoughts doe still rejoyce To company my solittude And though Rebellion may my bodie bind My King can only captivate my mind Have you not seene the Nightingale When turn'd a Pilgrim in her Cage And heare her tell her wonted tale In that her Hermitage Even her chirping melodie doth prove That all her barrs are trees her cage a groue I am the bird whom they combine Thus to deprive of libertie Who though they doe my corps confine Yet maugre hate my soul is free And though I 'me mu'd yet I can chirp and sing Disgrace to Rebells Glory to my King Vive le Roy FINIS Vpon his MAJESTIES Coming to HOLMBY HOld our brave Charles and thou shalt winne the feild Thou canst not loose thy selfe unlesse thou yeeld On such conditions as will force thy hand To give away thy Scepter Crown and Land And what is worse to hazzard by thy fall To loose a greater Crowne more worth then all Thy poore distressed Cavaliers rejoyced To heare thy royall resolâ—tion voiced And are content yet farre more poore to be Then now they are so it reflect from thee Thou art our Soveraigne still in spight of hate Our zeale is to thy person not thy state We are not so ambitious to desire Our drooping fortune to be mounted higher And thou so great a Monarch to our greife Must sue vnto thy subiects for releife And when they sit and long debate about it Must either stay or goe away without it No sacred Prince thy freinds esteeme thee more In thy distresses then they did before And though their wings be clipt their wishes fly To heaven by millions for a fresh supply That as thy cause was thus betrai'd by men It may by Angeâ—s be restor'd againe A PANEGYRICK Faithfully representing The proceedings of the PARLIAMENT at Westminster since their first Sessions to this present Wherein their wonderfull Acts are truely declared And what is further by them to be expected MOst gracious Omnipotent And everlasting Parliament Whose power and Majestie Is greater then all Kings by odds Yea to account you lesse then Gods Must needs be blasphemy Moses and Aaron ne're did doe More wonders then are wrought by you For Englands Israel But through the Red-Sea we have past If you to Canaan bring's at last Is 't not a miracle In six years space you have done more Then all our Parliaments before You have quite done the work The Cavaliers the King the Pope You have o'rethrowne and next we hope You will confound the Turke The heads of Strafford and of Laud You did cut off because by fraud They would have made you slaves But sure you are ten times more iust Who Carew and the Hotham's trust For they are arrant knaves By you we have deliverance From the desigâ—s of Spaine and France Ormond Montrosse and Danes Yâ—u aided by our Brethren Scots Defeated have malignants plots And brought their swords to Canes What wholsome Laws have you ordain'd Wherby out Properties maintain'd 'gainst those would us undoe Yea both our fortunes and our lives And what is dearer ee'n our wives Are wholly kept by you O what a flourishing Church and State Have we enjoy'd ere since you sate What a glorious King God save him Have you now made his Majestie Had he the grace but to comply And doe as you would have him When Hell was not enough to fright And mâ—ke the râ—yall party right You wisely did invent That dreadfull Tophet Goldsmiths-hall And Committees worse then Devill and all For their full punishment Your Directory how to pray By th' Spirit shews the perfect way In zeale you have abolisht That Dagon of the Common-prayer And next we see you will take care That Churches be demolisht What multitudes in every Trade Of painfull preachers you have made Learned by revelation Oxford and Cambridge make poore Preachers Each Shop affordeth better Teachers Oh blessed Reformation Your godly wisdomes have found out The true Religion without doubt For sure among so many We have five hundred at the least Is not the Gospell well encreast One must be pure if any Could you have done more piously Then sell Church-lands the King to buy And stop the City plaints Paying the Sects Church-Militant That the new Gospell help to plant God knows they are poore Saints Because th' Apostles Creed is lame Th' Assembly doe a better frame Which saves us all with ease Provided still we have the grace To beleeve th' two houses i' th' first place Let our works be what they please 'T is strange your pow'r and holinesse Can't th' Irish Devill dispossesse His kind is very stout That though you doe so often pray And every Moneth keep Fasting-day You cannot get him out Who will not pay with all his heart Excise the fifth and twentieth part Assessments Taxes Rates 'T is easy what both Houses leavy Our duties to our King are heavy But all we have's the States For all your sufferings and your pains What in the end shall be your gains You never did regard Some twenty thousand pounds a man An Office too alas who can Think that a fit reward Wherefore as soone as you 're dissolv'd To shew our thanks we are resolv'd The King himself engages Another Parliament to call Which your deserts consider shall And surely pay your wages FINIS