a shambles But thy sins Are well rewarded as he first begins With thy confusion makes thee a Runnagate 〈◊〉 in this Kindome and that State So Agrippine will have her Nero raigne Though as he swayes his Mother shall be slaine Imperiall Cities are sollicited The Princes the Electours and the Swede Lewes and Adolph in strong leagues shall joyn To share Beme Austria Franconie and Rhine The couquering Swede shall think 't a point of State Not to surrender the Palatinate Although he had ingag'd his Royall word Such small fidelity attends the sword VVhat pen can write how many plagues invade Afflicted Germany Fire Famine Blade And pestilence Ride forty leagues and you Shall scarce a Village or a Cottage view I' th' way lie many famish'd corps that are The bleeding Testâ— of an inhumane warre England reflect and feare 't will be thy fate To be as Germany so unfortunate Vnlesse the sager Councels of our King And Parliament a mediation bring And make our Albion happy VVhy should we The same blood Language Land so cruell be Vnto ovr selves at last when all is done The Sonne shall grieve his Father is undone The Father that his Sonne is slaine the Mother Abhorre her Sonne because he kild his Brother Saturity of Bread long ease much pelfe Makes wanton England fight against it selfe VVhat France and Spaine could not abundant store Of gold has made us miserablie poore Therefore our Indian Ants in love to man Treasure up gold and with what art they can Keep 't from us that the ready impliments Of strife remov'd we buy not penitence At too deare rates Yet all their industry Cannot prevent their neighbours treachery For when Sol mounted high on Leâ—'s back Or pressing Virgo through the Zodiak Shall drive his steeds and with his scorching fire Cause the laborious Emmets to retire Vnto their Cells the false inhabitants Of Darda steale the treasure of our Ants Hid in remoter Magazins but they Knowing by th' sent the theeves have made a prey Of their concealed wealth like eager hounds Pursue the flying Felons and with wounds Recover the lost booty then returne Their gold amongst them in much Triumph borne The Conclusion WHen the Angels had the ample world survaid And here and there in much amazement staid They all agreeing one sole Deitie Could of so rare a work the workman be One added 't were a Luciferian pride VVhat 's wanting what 's superfluous to decide Since he made all whose wisdome best could see VVhat and how fashion'd things he made should be Yet since we have a freedome to unfold Our sence had I been Counsellour I would Have had a voice more audible and higher Then of that Trump which when a generall fire Consumes the world shall summon soules to come To judgement and receive their latest doome This every day and houre should walke the round O' th' spatious Globe and to the creatures sound The praise of their Creatour with what art He made the world and polisht every part How Heaven and Earth at his appointment stand Supported with a finger of his hand How he the watry Meteors snowes hailes raines I' th' aiery Regions with a word sustaines Gives limits to the swelling Ocean then Extoll his works amongst the sonnes of men His orderd providence supreamer love Even to his enemies as from above He sent his only Sonne to pay the price Of Adams debt and be a sacrifice For mans transgression with his pretious bloud Purchast for sinfull man Beatitude So shall the learned and unlearned know VVhence why and how the streames of graces flow And wakened by this voice their spirits raise And be the Organs of their Makers praise Having spoke thus a Seraphin replies If this were granted I would then advise The VVarlike Drum eternally should cease And the world gently lul'd asleep by Peace The noyse of warre being like the noise of hell VVhere constant horrour and confusion dwell VVhere Eccho Drums and Guns and Trumpets sound Th' harmonious streines of Piety are drownd VVe all love man let 's at Iehovah's Throne Petition hee 'd all differences attone And Kings and Common-weales to union bring That all may joyntly Allelujahs sing In Heaven where are no jarres no warres no strife But full fruition of a blessed life Errata PAge 9. line 16. for deluding ruine read deluding spirit Ibid. for Iorams raigne read Iorams ruine FINIS Phi. lib. de Plantations Noemi Gen. 1. The Greek Doctors hold the Angels to have bin created before the world the Latin D. with the World which opinion is more probable though the other is not erâ—onious D. Th. 1. p. q. 61. art 3. Gen. 6. Deut. 34. Cornelius a lapide in Gonesin Pererius in Dan esteemes this out of the greatest miracles in nature Job 38. Reg. 2. 18. The Duke of Alva observed to be erected and magnanimous in adversity Insolent and insulting in prosperity Psal. Exod. Reg. 7. Iob. 15. 16. Ps. 7. 4. Apoc. 7. Isai. 19. Reg. 3. 32. lob 1. Pestilence Famine Gen. 4 Ex Phile 〈…〉 aliis â—â—ich 〈…〉 sacra humana Exod. 3 Polib lib. 1. At large relates the remarkable passages of the Mercenary Warre And out of him Sir Walter Raleigh in his history of the World Caufin Calepin Verb. sormic Albert Walstone Duke of Freid land Ferdinand the â—conds Generall making a prey of both Imperials and the enemy in a short time heaped up infinite Treasures Philip of Macedon was wâ—nâ— to say an Asse loaden with gold would enter any City Philip 2. Philip 4. Vindex revolting from Nero is observed to roule the first stone which thrust Nero out the Empire Tacitus The King of Swedeland Mary Medises Queen of France the raiser of Cardinall Richelieu and by him made forsake the Kingdome Iob. Iob. 7.
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 Bâ—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 theâ— 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 theâ—â— 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
Rurall swaine Shall leave his tillage Shepheards leave the plaine The Prentice shall forget what doe you lack And joy to March with iron on his back The Murrion on his head And to advance The common cause with Gun with sword with launce The Citizen weary of rest lay down The Robe of Peace his gracefull livery gown Exchange security for doubtfull warres And deem it honour to return with scarres From the unnaturall conflict women shall Animate their husbands by the sword to fall Wives VViddowes Virgins freely give their gold And with their Iewels bloody strifes uphold Though by the warre no other good they reap Then to make VViddowes VVives and Virgins cheap Men easily numbred VViddowes shall be rife And no great businesse then to get a wife Midst these combustions turmoiles the Glebe Land Shall unmanured and untilled stand The plough shall be neglected and the corn By th' horse hoofe trampled fade before full born 'T is fit for sickle Graziers sell away Their beasts lest kept they prove the souldiers pray Then want and griping penury shall kill The wretches that survive and Church-yards fill VVith starved corps what warre and famine leave Contagious pestilence shall of life bereave So warre plague famine in a league shall joyne To serve you and performe what I designe The glorious Senate of the starry Hall Voted allowance and confirmed all The Fiend demanded So the sacred Court Dissolves and every Burges does resort To his happy mansion all the furies play And hell triumphing keeps a holy day For when their Rivall man suffers annoy They have some slight but momentary joy The Parliament thus ended now begins Our misery and we may thank our sins Or rather curse 'em that have brought these woes On England made our selves domestick foes Vnto our selves No fights with France and Spaine Though we successive warfare with those twaine Have lately wagde issued so large a flood As these uncivill broyles of English blood One onely Sidney slaine i' th Belgck fights But numbers numberlesse of Lords and Knights Have perisht in these Conflicts Let us look VVith gushing eyes on Linsey Daubeny Brook Northampton Denbigh Greenvill Grandison Should we count all when would the list be done Nor can the Conquerour true Trophees raise As mournfull Cipres not triumphant baies Become the victour whose felicity Is purchast with his Countries misery Great Rome abhor'd any triumphant Car Should grace successes of a Civill VVar VVhere so much blood as might whole Regions get Pollutes the Chariot and the Consuls seat Have we no doubts of Holland France and Spaine Are the Irish quiet No hopes to regain The Electorall rights Or will we not That we So prodigall in mutuall murthers be Our England is a shambles our selves keep The Butchershop and are our selves the sheep And when at last we almost all are slain VVho'l keep us safe from Holland France and Spain But wee 'l leave England weltring in its blood Permit Leviathan in the Ocean flood To range and folowing our main intent Lift up our eyes to'th spangled firmament Where we shall see the Angels who survaid By Gods command the Fabrick which he made Having past Heaven the Ayre the Sea the Land At fight of the Ant in admiration stand Are there not other objects to delight The Angels contemplation Does the sight Of fierce Martichora deterre their view Dare they not eye him as he does pursue Both Man and Beast This horrid Monster made By our Step mother Nature to invade And murther Mortals seems a subject more Worthy their admiration then the poore Emmet VVhat in his little compound can In them breed wonder when 't doth not in Man But whose more curious pen had yet the power Rightly to character the Martichore His formidable shape strength that exceeds The greatest Lyons parched Africk breeds Body proportioned like that royall Beast That awes the Forrest Monarck of the rest The head and face O strange just like the head And face of Man the skin a Tinto red Two slambewes for the eyes the eye lids flush Of brisled haire resembles Moyses bush Still burning not consuming Eares nor long Nor short tide with a crisped thong Are still erect His mouth stands open'd wide Three rowes of Teeth like Combes on either side Insinuate a new Hell that every houre Consume yet alwayes covet to devoure Then in his brushie Taile the wondrous strength In magnitude a Cubit three in length With which as some stor'd Magazine well arm'd He enters battaile and with fury warm'd Assailes the Huntsmen who pursue him and Disdaining to be chased makes a stand And as the Porcupine or Ostrich throwes His piercing darts amongst his thickest foes So Roman Legions the swift Parthians dread VVhen as pursu'd retreating they make head Against their following foes and dare assaile VVith winged shafts flying as stormes of haile 'Midst the condensed Brigades In such guise The inraged Monster with much fury eyes VVhere he shall shoot then with innumerous store Of forked Iavelins his pursuers gore The Taile his Quiver and his Bow which he Can mannage with such rare dexteritie This way that way backwards and forwards bend On every side his dangerous arrowes send That no side is secure more he will take His very nailes and of them weapons make Then the bird swifter he swifter then winde VVho ever chac'd him but was left behind Miles nor demensions cannot hinder him Come to broad Rivers hee 'l leap o're not swim If any Creature would the Angels move To wonder here would be a Theame above The silly Ant. Fond mortall so speak I But they are better furnisht to descry The artifice of the best Makers hand And at his workmanship amazed stand They see the Causes joynd with the effects VVe see the Creatures and make them the Text Of some short wonder but not mount so high As to the Cause one onely Deitie Who only could in his al-knowing mind The true Idea that showes every kind Of Creatures first their Natures represent Vnto himselfe then being omnipotent Existence give store them with qualities VVhich passe the ignorant amaze the wise This this eternall Mover had a will In the small Ant to shew his infinite skill And it shall be our better Muses charge To speake the Angels wonderment at large And thinke the subject well deserves our Rimes When th' Oracles of Learning and their times Bazil and Ierome what a paire of men On the like Theame imploy'd their sacred pen 'T is certain there 's some more extensive Art I' th' Fabrick of the World then of a Part. Yet as much skill to make a Gnat or Flye As to create the ninefold Hierarchy Why so Cannot an Actor merit praise I' th' Idiots part as well as he that playes The haughty Monarch and at every straine Expresses Pompey or great Tamerlane According to the bulke we value not The Artists skill but truly estimate Him perfect in his opifice when he Makes his expressions just