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A50629
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The moderate cavalier, or, The soldiers description of Ireland and of the country disease, with receipts for the same
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Mercer, William, 1605?-1676?
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1675
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Wing M1739; ESTC R17061
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yet found out No Treatise of Religion and I doubt No History or good Romance worth reading VVas yet by any of them writt and spreading In any part oth'world what they doe call Philosophy wherein their boast's not small Is skill in Sophistry wherewith to wrangle They are well verst who do sor Trifles Iangle And with a Pack of learned Cow-boys they May with the world compare none sayes them Nay On th' other side VVhole Volumes English works through Christendom havegone yea'mongst the Turks 'T is true some Irish speak good Latine though The most of their Schoolmasters do not so But none of them can speak one word of Greek or Hebrew in those tongues they are to seek VVhere all the English that do bear the name of Scholars are good linguists in the same And such as through the Gramar scarse have read In England are Doctours to them here bred The Padagogâ—es here cry'd up Humanists May blush if shame they had to come ith'Lists Of our half-Gramarians All but the blind And obstinate this truth can eas'ly find Nothing hath done more hurt toth ' English Nation Than Irish Schoolmasters by all relation The Fosterer the babes the Schools the youth Do English turn to Irish of a truth Their Speech and Manners are corrupted so That Mongrell-English may for Irish goe As in all Ages past they had an hand In all Rebellions hatch'd within this Land So will they still it much is to be doubted Ioyne with the Irish if they be not Routed For many of them who were well to passe From Church have lately turn'd now go to Masse So then the Nurse Schoolmaster and the Priest Doe foster Teach and Preach up Antichrist The Cannons of the English Church forbid Such Schoolmasters yet of them wee 're not rid And divers Statutes were in Ireland made Against them Fostering and Priests now layd Behind the backs of such as rule the rost For ' mongst the Great ones they 're conniv'd at most Though some of them are free from Imputation Of such like deeds It is my chief perswasion Some Justices of Peace for their owne ends To my own knowledge have bespoke their friends To send their Children to an IrishMaster A Papist and but a Gramaticaster And seded him within an English towne VVherein were English SchoolMasters and downe Have voted them whose skill if not exceed Did equall his of whom there was no need Vnless it were to teach an Irish smack To such as did it in their English lack This ill Example gave occasion to The Common people for the like to doe And by such means the Bread is ta'ne away Out of the English mouths now at this day A good requitall for their comeing o're Soldiers into this Land and it is more Than Probable 't will prove an Invitation To other English for planting of this Nation Shibboleth Iephthah's word recorded stands Which try'd the Rebell Ephraimites whose bands Were scatterd when Forty and two thousand At â—ordan Passages fell by his hand Though they themselues Ephraimites deny'd By Sibboleth pronouncing they 're descry'd So here I say the tongue will soon discover Which is the man that is an Irish lover Bid him but say This thing in Mouth A Third Hee 'l fairly say Dis Ting in Mout A Tird Some say the water of St. Patricks well When English drink thereof like to a Spell By Magick Art procur'd makes them forgetfull Of English Manners others hold deceitfull Is the Irish Clime transforming Mens minds Toth ' Countrey Customs turning with all winds But not the Water nor the Irish Clime Have pow'r o're Noble minds Spirits sublime Contemne the Elements there 's no mutation VVith them Nor subject are to alteration 'T is he who hath an evil eye whose mind Is not with Vertue but full fraught with wind And such as place their chiefest happinesse In things below the Sun whose thoughts are lesse To be good than great faine would have excuses For unjust actions and father abuses Done to their Neighbours on the land or water VVhen their base hearts are guilty of the matter He well observ'd in writing Irelands Story Sir Iohn Davies Since first the English Conquer'd it the the glory VVhereof he gave to Strongbows Martiall hand VVho then made Englands King Lord of this Land How that the great Estates some Chieftaines had VVithin three Ages made them prove as bad Or worse than the Wild-Irish were before For they did much oppress and Lord it o're Their followers that help'd them for to gaine The Countrey So that these poore souls were faine For England from their Tyranny to flye Here quitting their Estates when by and by Broke forth Rebellions for the strongest hand was all the Law they would have in this Land Then England would be forc'd againe to send More Men to make new Conquests and defend The Title which to Ireland it did claime For the first Conquerers were scarce in name English Degenerating so in manners That they did March under the Rebells Banners And it was harder to suppress that crewe Than the Wild Irish who was beat by few Nay 't is suppos'd the Major part this day Of Irish are but Mongrells such as they For many of Queen Elizabeths men In these last Warres were Rebells But 't is ten To one that they were Papists or my life For it they Marry'd had an Irish wife Which were grand Causes of degeneration Ever observ'd to happen in this Nation 'T was not for want of wholsome Laws still made So long it was e're Ireland could be said To be an English Plantation but ' cause There wanted Execution of those Laws For had Oppression been but peep'd into The meaner sore had liv'd here as they doe In England where Yeomen and Tradesmen dare Demand their debts o th' best not standing bare And if the statutes against Fosterers And those made against Irish SchoolMasters And Priests had been observ'd this Land had then Been well planted with perfect English men Such as to flatter are asham'd or turne From English principles would sooner burne VVho love their Countrey speech bee 't ne're so broad Beyond an Irish Tone though their abode Be in the Countrey chuse to be untarght Rather than learn'd esteeming that so naught If none but Irish Teachers they can have They'd Latine Jack their Native tongue to save And rather than marry an Irish wife VVill Batchellers remain for tearme of life And for Religion had rather than Papists Be any thing the Heathens and meer Athists Did never hold To Murther men was Just Because not of their Sect. As Papists must Believe to kill an Heretick is Merit Monsters in Nature that 's their Divlish Spirit The English Custom 's not to put to Nurse Their Children untill Gold have fill'd their purse Or esse the Mother can't give suck and then They claime no Foster-kindred being Men Nor are they Foster'd up in Idlenes Although their Parents do great wealth possesse But they do
to God he made 's Confession And did declare toth ' World it griev'd him more To see the English make the English poor Than all the hardships he did e're indure And 't was too late then to prescribe him cure Hee pray'd God to forgivetheir Sin and turne Their hearts for whoÌ„ to 's Death he needs must mourne Cause Evil they had done for Good and did conclude They was most guilty of Ingratitude Though 't is but some English I 'le not say all Are so and those too now I hope mend shall This said it was the Vote o th' whole Enquest The man had liv'd had he not been Opprest Which is one kind of the Countrey-Disease Infectious and Mortall in times of Peace When bred of Wealth grows envious and haughty Good mens enemy and friend to the naughty Now since the Disease is found out the Cure To tak 't in time may be effected sure The Learned say whose sayings lett ' respect Remove the Cause that takes away th' Effect I 'me no Physitian but by chance have gott Three good Receits which in my mind may not Be much unfit to be prescribed here To cure this Countrey-Disease far and near The first Receit AGainst the first kinde cre while callâ—d Murthor Ne're trust an Irish Papist further than you can throw an Oxe and if he flatter Suspect deceit to be the end o th' matter Let him not wear a Sword nor yet a Skâ—an Nor be too intimate with him if mean You do to sleep in a whole skin Put not A Gun into his hands Powder or Shott To kill the Dawes Nor give or Lend or Sell To such as he though he shoot ne're so well Let him not be your Fowler if you can In Ireland find but any English man For by such means they Arm'd themselves at first And after that into Rehellion burst And with the Weapons of the very Owner Have Murtherd him their hearts as hard as stone-are Let him not ride in the Militia-troops Nor in a Man of Warre whose stately Poops Was not ordain'd for Shamrogeers to serve Lest they Betray or else doe from you swerve Whereby the English may at Sea and Land This Deare-bought Kingdome keep vnder command Let not the want of Numbers e're invite The Ppaists aid to Joyne with you in fight But Trust on God to Help you in your need Not Isr'el-like on Egypts broken Reed The Scriptures do declare Armies have been Too great for God to lead and that was seene By David and valiant Ionathan Said God could save by few the arm of man He did despise so say's the Sacred Story Lest to themselves Men should a scribe the glory If any private Murther chance to be As from such like this Nation 's seldome free Let not the Murtherer escape whose bloud Shall be on his owne head and reason good GODS Law doth warrant it let not affection Favour or fear or any mans Protection Save the Offenders life Who sheds mans Bloud By Man shall his be shed though ne're so good Let not pretence of Valour or a Duell Have countenance in Law or to the cruell Murtherer be hopes of pardon this sure against all Murther if not to say cure Is a good Antidote taken in season This Kingdome to preserveith ' eye of Reason The Second Receit THis second kind doth only bear the name Of the Countrey-Disease in warre this same Doth vse t'outvie the Sword the cause is want Of wholsome dyet and good Lodgings scant From whence this Disease doth proceed Fresh men Are subject most to this scarce one in ten But at some time or other hath been sick of this very Disease 't is not so quick As is the former kind yet more have dy'd Of it than of any other beside Med'cins for th'Flux are plenty some will drink New Alâ— over the Kieve for it some think The leanest flesh of a Buttocke of Biefe Fresh and half broyl'd Griskin-like's the chief As forth ' Ague-in England so we here For this Receits have store that I 'le for bear Now any more to name ' cause I intend But this one preservative to commend First keep Rebellions downe which causeth Warre Warre bringeth Scarcity and that Hard fare Hard fare and cold causeth the Bloudy-Flux VVhich Thousands English into their Gravesplucks Now if VVarre happen to be counted wise Better than heretofore your Soldires prize Let them have constant Pay to buy them food And see their Provant be wholsome and good And let their Garrisons unto them yield Good Lodgings and when out they goe toth ' Field Let them have Tents and pitch on Champaign ground VVhere Fire and Water may be eas'ly found All things so order'd will doubtlesse prevent The Bloudy-Flux to Armyes incident This last in Warre the rest in simes of Peace Are Med'cines against the Countrey-Disease The Third Receit AGainst Oppression thus runs my Receit Take out of Holy Scripture ev'ry Threat pronounc'd against that Sin spread them upon A fine cloath of Vnderstanding let none Of them be lost and if your Plaister crumble Or stick not fast your Vnderstanding humble By dipping it ith'Oyle of Grace then cling As'twere a Cere-cloath 't will toth ' Vâ—â—'rous thing That done apply the Plaister to the part That doth Oppresse which most on end 's the Heart Thence ne're remove it till it make you say Like Samuel behold I 'me here this day VVitness against me now before the Lord And before his Annoynted say the word VVhose Oxe have I taken whose Asse or whome Have I defrauded let the Oppressed come Of whose hand have I any Bribe receiv'd To blind mine eyes therewith be not deceiv'd And I will it restore to them I doubt If some Men here should say the like then out VVould come an answer not like his the Poor English would say then first our Armes restore VVhich you unjustly tooke away by force Not paying what they cost us out of purse VVherewith by Gods blessing we did regaine This lost Kingdome and made you Lords in vaine Have we ventur'd our Lives and lost our Bloud To get Estates for you if this be good Requitall Judge yee sure it was not so That Isr'el answer'd Samuel No no They said thou hast not us defrauded not Oppressed us neither did'st thou take for A Babe ought of any mans hand the Lord And his Anoynted witness 't is our word This Med'cine may be fitt for the Trustees o th' Forty-Nine who by their licking Fees I 'le not say Bribes have got such vast Estates Makes Wise Men think of what the Vulgar prates The Green-Chamber bus'ness was but a Cheat Not well perceav'd their Jugling was so neat Till now we see theirs was an Army strange All Officers No Soldiers could they range In Muster-Rolls it seems they all were Slaine And their Dead-Pays toth ' Trustees now remaine This Med'cin's for the use of such as have A mind like Ahabs to whome his Wise gave Naboths Vineyard because it