Gold And 't is no wonder if with such a Sum Our Brethrens frailty might be overcome VVhat though hereafter it may prove their Lot To be compared with Iscariot Yet will the VVorld perceive which was most wise And who the Nobler Traitor by the Price For though 't is true Both did Themselves undo They made the better Bargain of the Two VVhich all may reckon who can difference Two hundred thousand Pounds from Thirty Pence However something is in Justice due VVhich may be spoken in defence of You For in your Masters Purchase you gave more Than all your Iewish Kindred paid before And had you wisely us'd what then you bought Your Act might be a Loyal Ransome thought To free from Bonds your Captive Soveraign Restoring Him to his lost Crown again But You had other Plots your busie hate Ply'd all advantage on His fallen State And shew'd Yoâ— did not come to bring Him Bayl But to remove Him to a stricter Gaol To Holmby first whence taken from His Bed He by an Army was in Triumph led Till on pretence of safety Cromwel's wile Had juggl'd Him into the Fatal Isle VVhere Hammond for his Jaylor is decreed And Murderous Rols as Lieger-Hangman fee'd VVho in one fatal Knot Two Counsels tye He must by Poison or by Pistol Dye Here now deny'd all Comforts due to Life His Friends His Children and His Peerless VVife From Carisbrook He oft but vainly sends And though first Wrong'd seeks to make you Amends For this He 〈◊〉 and by his râ—stless Pen Importâ—nes Yoâ—r deaf Eâ—rs to Treat agen VVâ—ilst th◠〈◊〉 Faction scorning to go less Return thâ—s◠〈◊〉 Votes of Non Adâ—ress VVhich 〈◊〉 were by th' Armies thundring To 〈…〉 agâ—inst the King Yâ—t whâ—n 〈◊〉 râ—mov'd and the clear Light Drawn fâ—â—m 〈…〉 Reasons gave You sight O◠〈◊〉 own 〈◊〉 had not Their Intents Reâ—ardâ—d bâ—en by sâ—mâ— crâ—ss Accidents VVhich 〈◊〉 a while with fâ—rtunate 〈◊〉 Châ—câ—'d 〈◊〉 divâ—râ—â—d Their swoln Insâ—lâ—nce When the whole Kingdom fâ—r a Treaty cry'◠〈…〉 Tha◠〈…〉 Votes and God once mâ—râ— Your 〈…〉 Kingdome did restore Remâ—mbâ—r how 〈…〉 Treatâ—r◠〈◊〉 Not to 〈◊〉 Pâ—acâ— but to proâ—ong Dâ—bâ—te How Yoâ— that precious time at first dâ—lâ—y'd And what ill â—se of Your advantage made As if from Yoâ—r 〈◊〉 Hâ—nds God had decreed Nothin◠〈◊〉 War and Mischiâ—f should succâ—ed Fâ—r whâ—n by â—â—sy Graâ—â—s the Kings Assent Did your Desirâ—â— in greater things prevent Whâ—n 〈…〉 yield â—â—ster than You intreat And mâ—râ— thâ—n Modâ—sty dares well repeat Yet not content with this withoâ—t all sense Or of His Honoâ—â— or His Conscienâ—e Still you prest on till you too late descry'd 'T was now less safe to stay than be deny'd For like a Flood broke loose the Armed Rout Then Shut Him closâ—r up And Shut You out Who by just Vengâ—ance are since Worried By those Hand-wolâ—es Yoâ— for His Ruine bred Thus like Two smoaking Firebâ—ands You and They Have in this Smother choak'd the Kingdom 's Day And aâ— you rais'd Them first mâ—st shave the Guilt With all the Blood in those Distractionâ— spilt For though with 〈◊〉 Foxes backward turn'd When he Philistia's fruitfull Harvâ—st burn'd The fâ—ce of yoâ—r Opinion stands averse All yor Coâ—clâ—sions bâ—t one Fire disperse And â—very Line which carries your Designs In thâ— sâ—mâ— Centre of Confâ—sion joyns Thoâ—gh then the Iâ—dâ—pendants end the Work 'T is known they took theâ—r Platform from the Kirk Though Pilâ—te Brâ—dshâ—w with his pack of Jews God'â— High Vice-gâ—râ—nt at the Bar accuse They but râ—viv'd the Evidâ—nce and Charge Yoâ—r poys ' noâ—s Dâ—clâ—ratâ—ons laid at large Though they Condemn'd or made his Life their Spoil Yoâ— were the Sâ—tters forc'd him to the Toil For you whose fatal hand the Warrant writ The Prisoner did for Execution fit And if their Ax invade the Regal Throat Remember you first Murther'd Him by Vote Thus they receive your Tennis at the bound Take off that Head which you had first Un-crown'd Which shews the Texture of our Mâ—schiefs Clew If Ravell'd to the Top begins in You Who have for ever stâ—in'd the brave Intents And Credit of our English Pâ—â—liâ—ments And in this One caus'd greaâ—â—r â—lls and more Than all of theirs did Good that went bâ—fore Yet have You kept your word against Your will Your King is Great indeed and Glorious still And You have made Him so We must impute That Lustre which His Sufferings contribute To your preposterous Wisdoms who have done All your good Deeds by Contradiction For as to work His Peace you rais'd this Strifâ— And often Shot at Him to Save His Life As you took from Him to Encrease His wealth And kept Him Pris'ner to secure His Health So in revenge of your dissembled Spight In this last Wrong you did Him greatest Right And cross to all You meant by Plucking down Liâ—ted Him up to His Eternal Crown With this Encircled in that radiant Sphear Where thy black Murtherers must ne'r appear Thou from th'enthroned Martyrs Blood-stain'd Line Dost in thy Virtues bright Example shine And when thy Darted Beam from the moist Sky Nightly salutes thy grieving Peoples Eye Thou like some Warning Light rais'd by our fears Shalt both provoke and still supply our Tears Till the Great Propâ—et wak'd from his long Sleep Again bids Sion for Iosiah weep That all Successions by a firm Decree May teach their Children to Lament for Thee Beyond these Mournfull Rites there is no Art Or Cost can Thee preserve Thy better Part Lives in despight of Death and will enduâ—e Kept safe in thy Unpattern'd Portraicture Which though in Paper drawn by thine own Hand Shall longer than Corinthian-Marble stand Or Iron Sculptures There thy matchless Pen Speaks Thee the Best of Kings as Best of Men Be this Thy Epitaph for This alone Deserves to carry Thy Inscription And 't is but modest Truth so may I thrive As not to plâ—ase the Best of thine Alive Or flatter my Dead Master here would I Pay my last Duty in a Glorious Lye In that Admired Piece the World may read Thy Virtues and Misfortunes Storied Which bear such curious Mixture Men must doubt Whether Thou Wiser wert or more Devout There live Blest Relick of a Saint-like mind With Honours endless as Thy Peace Enshrin'd Whilst we divided by that Blooâ—y Cloud Whose purple Mists Thy Murther'd Body shroud Here stay behind at gaze Apt for Thy sake Unrâ—ly murmâ—rs now 'gainst Heav'n to make Which binds us to Live well yet gives no Fence To Guard her dearest Sons from Violence But He whose Trump proclaims Revenge is mine Bids us our Sorrow by our Hope confine And reconcile our Reason to our Faith Which in thy Ruine such Conclusions hath It dares Conclude God does not keep His Word If Zimri dye in Peace that slew his Lord. From my sad Retirement March 11. 1648. CAROLUS STUART REX ANGLIAE SECURE COESUS VITA CESSIT TRICESSIMO IANUARII * Resurgam * Magis triumphati â—â—uam â—victi Tacit. de nor Ger. * Sr. Edwin Sandys survay of religion in the West Ioh. Ecclâ—siastes â—he Act of â—arliament â—or publick 〈…〉 on the â—â—fth of Noâ—emb set to tune by â— Dod a tradesman of London at the end of his Psalmes which stole â—om the Press Anno Domini 1620. Hymns Lamentat Psalmes * Non nasci aut quà m citissimè mori * Belshazar Dan. 5. * Sir George Lisle at Newbury charged in his Shirt and Routed them * Patroclus * Famagosta defended most Valiantly by Signior Bragadino in the time of Selymus 2d. was upon Honourable terms surrendred to Mustapha the Bashaw who observing no Conditions at his Tent Murthered the Principal Commanders invited thither under shew of Love and slayed Bragadine Alive * The Swedes hired Anno 164. to invade the King of Denmark provided to assist his Nephew the King of England * See the Letter sent to Edward Earl of Manchester Speaker of the House of Peers pro tempore from T. Fairfax Dated August 29. 1648. at Hieth * Wat-Tyler and his coâ—plices design was to take away the King and chief Men and to erect petty Tyrannies to themselves in every Shire And already one Littistarâ— a Dyar had taken upon him in Norfolk the Name of King of Commons and Robert Westborâ— in Sastolk Rich. 2. Anno 1381. Speed * Aâ— St. Fagans in Glamorganshire near Cardiff The Welsh unarmed were taken in very great Numbers and Sold for twelve pence a piece to certain Merchants who bought them for Slaves to their Plantation * Grimes now a Captain formerly a Tinker at St. Albans with his own hand Killed four of the Prisoners being not able for Faintaess to go on with the rest of which number Lieutenant Woodward was oâ—e Likâ—wise at Thame and at Whateley some others were Kill'd 1 Kings 2. 32. vers 〈…〉 Call'd the Councel of Troubles The form of taking the Covenant June 1643. 〈…〉 lib. â— Remonstrance of the State of the Kingdom Dec. 15. 1641. Ord. Feb. 29. Voted March 15. The Nivy seiz'd Mar. 28. 1642. The London Tumults Jan. 10. 1641. * At Basing-Chapel Sold Dec. 29. 1643. * At Winchester Lactant. â— l. 2. c. 4. Iulian. Praefectus Aegypti Theodoret. l. 3. c. 11. ibid. Gâ—nguin l. 6. The Carpet belonging to the Commâ—â—ioâ— Table of Winchester Cathedral Dec. 18. 1642. Adrian Emp. At Winchcomb in Glocestershâ—re Whitehall Windsor Feb. 3. 1643. E. of Essex Army Aug. 1. 1642. The Standard at Notingham Aug. 25. 1642. June 27. 1643. Declaration and Resolution of Parl. Aug. 15. 1642. History of English and Scotish Presbytery p. 3â—0 The 19 Propos. April 27. 1646. May 5. 1646. This Order publish'd by beat of Drum May 4. 1646. Jan. 3. 1647. Jan. 9. 1647. Câ—â—chester Siâ—ge Junâ— 30. 1648. Treâ—ty Vâ—ted Julyâ—8 â—8 1648.
when e'r 't was begg'd did safety give And oft unasked bid the vanquish'd live Ev'n these not more undaunted in the Field Than mild and Gentle unto such as yield Were after all the shocks of battails stood Let me not name it murther'd in cold blood Such poor revenge did the enraged Greek Against till then victorious Hector seek Triumphing o'r that Body bownd and dead From whom in Life the Pow'rs of Argos fled Yet might Achillis borrow some excuse To colour though not warrant the abuse His dearest Friend in the fierce combate foyl'd Was by the Trojans hand of Life despoyl'd From whence unrâ—ly grief grown wild with rage Beyond the bownds of Honour did engage But these confirm'd in their unmanly hate By Counsels cruel yet deliberate Did from the Stock of bleeding honour hew Two of the noblest Branches ever grew And which our grief and Pitty must improve When brought within their reach with shews of Love For by a Treaty they entangled are And Rendring up to Mercy is the Snare Whence we have learn'd when e'r their Saint-Ships Treat Then ends are mortall and the means a Cheat In which the World may read their black intent Drawn out at large in this sad President Who though fair promis'd might no Mercy have But such as once the faithless Bashaw gave When to his trust deluded Bragadine Himseâ—f and Famogasta did resign Whose envy'd Valour thus to bonds betray'd Was soon the mark of barb'rous slaughter made So gallant Shipps which rocks and storms had past Though with torn Sails and spending of their Mast When newly brought within the sight of Land Have been suckt up by some devouring Sand You wretched Agents for a Kingdoms fall Who yet your selves the Modell'd Army call Who carry on and fashion your Design By Syllaes Syllaes red proscriptions Line Romes Comet once as You are Ours for shame Henceforth no more usurp the Souldiers Name Let not that Title in fair Battails gain'd Be by such abject things as You profan'd For what have you atchiev'd the world may guess You are those Men of Might which you profess Where ever durst You strike if you met foes Whose Valour did your odds in men oppose Turn o're the Annalls of your vaunted Fights Which made you late the Peoples Favourites Begin your course at Naseby and from thence Draw out Your Marches full circumference â—ridgwater Bristol Dartmouth with the rest Of Your well-plotted renders in the West Then to the angry North Your compass bend Untill Your spent careere in Scotland end This is the perfect Scale of our mishap Which measures out your conquest by the Mapp And tell me he that can What have you won Which long before Your progress was not done What Castle was besieg'd what Port what Town You were not sure to carry ' ere sat down There needed no Granadoes no Petard To force the passage or disperse the Guard No Your good Masters sent a Golden Ramm To batter down the gates against You came Those blest Reformers who procur'd the Swead His armed Forces into Denmark lead 'Mongst them to kindle a sharp warr for hire Who in mear pitty meant to quench our fire Could where they pleased with the King 's own coyn Divert His Aids and Strengths at home purloyn Upon Sea Voyages I sometimes find Men trade with Lapland Witches for a Wind And by those pâ—rchas'd Gales quick as their thought To the desired Port are safely brought We need not here on skillfull Hopkins call The States allow'd Witch-finder General For though Rebellion wants no Cad nor Elâ—e But is a perfect Witchcraâ—t of it self We could with little help of art reveal Those learn'd Magitians with whom You deal We all Your Juggles both for Time and Place From Darby-house to Westmiaster can Trace The Circle where the factious Jangle meet To Trample Law and Gospel under feet In which like Bells Rung backward they proclaim The Kingdom by their Wild-fire set on flame And quite Perverting their First Rules invent What mischief may be done by Parliament We know Your holy Flamens and can tell What Spirits Vote within the Oracle Have found the spells and Incantations too By whose assistance You such Wonders do For divers Years the credit of Your warrs Hath been kept up by these Familiars Who that they may their providence express Both find you Pay and purchase Your Success No wonder then You must the Garland wear Who never fought but with a Silver Spear We grant the Warrs unhappy consequence With all the num'rous Plagues which grow from thence Murthers and Rapes threats of Disease and Dearth From You as for the proper Spring take birth You may for Laws enact the Publick Wrongs With all fowl Violence to them belongs May bawl aloud the Peoples Right and Pow'r Till by Your Sword You both of them Devour For this brave Liberty by You up-cry'd Is to all others but Your-selves deny'd May with seditious fires the Land embroyl And in pretence to quench them take the Spoyl You may Religion to Your lust sabdue For these are actions only Worthy You Yet when your Projects crownd with wish'd event Have made You Masters of the ill You meant You never must the Souldiers glory share Since all your Trophies Executions are Not thinking your Successes understood Unless Recorded and Scor'd up in Blood In which to Gull the People you pretend That Military Justice was Your end As if we still were Blind not knowing this To all your other Virtues suited is Who only Act by your great Grandsires Law The Bâ—tcher Cade Wat Tyler and Iack Straw Whose Principle was Murther and their Sport To cut off those they fear'd might do them hurt Nay in your Actions we compleated find What by those Levellers was but design'd For now Committees and your Arm'd supplies Cantâ—â— the Land in petty Tyrannies And for one King of Commons in each Shire Four hundred Commons rule as Tyrants here Had you not meant the Copies of each Deed Should their Originals in ill exceed You would not practice sure the Turkish Art To Ship your taken Pris'ners for a Mart Least if with Freedome they at Home remain They should which is your Terrour Fight again A thing long since by Zealous Rigby mov'd And by the Faction like himself approv'd Though you uncounsell'd can such Outrage try Scarce sampled from the basest Enemy Naseby of Old and late St. Fagans Fare Of these inhumane Truckings witness are At which the Captiv'd Welch in Couples led Were Marketted like Cattel by the Head Let it no more in History be told That Turks their Christian Slaves for Aspers sold When we the Saints selling their Brethren see Who had a Call they say to set them free And are at last by Right of Conquest grown To claim our Land of Canaan for their own Though luckless Colchester in this out-vies â—giers or Tunis shamefull Merchandise Where the Starv'd Souldier as th' agreement was Might not
of Godâ— Hoâ—se or His own Heart To be supplanted by some 〈◊〉 art And that he might in same with Ioash share VVhen he the ruin'd Temple did repair His câ—st on Pauls late ragged Fabrick spent Must if no other be His Monument From this Sâ—rvey the Kingdom may conclude His Merits and her Lâ—sses Magnitude Nor think he flatters or blasphemes who tells That Charls exceeds Iudea's Parallels In whom all Verâ—ues we concentred see VVhich 'mongst the best of them divided be O weak built Glories which those Tempests feel To force you from your firmâ—st bases reel VVhat from the stroaks of Chance shall you secure VVhen Rocks of Innocence are so unsure VVhen the VVorld's only mirrour slaughter'd lies Envies and Treasons bleeding sacrifize As if His stock of Goodness could become No 〈◊〉 but that of Maâ—tyâ—dom See now ye cursed Mountebanks of State VVho have Eight years for Reformations sate You who dire Alva's Counsels did transfer To Act his Scenes on England's Theater You who did pawn your Selves in Publick Faith To slave the Kingdom by your Pride and VVrath Call the whole VVorld to witness now how just How well you are responsive to your trust How to your King the promise you perform VVith Fasts and Sermons and long Prayers sworn That you intended Peace and Truth to bring To make your Charls Europes most Glorious King Did you for this Liâ—t up your Hands on high To Kill the King and pluck down Monarchy These are the Fruits by your wild Faction sown VVhich not Imputed are but Born your own For though you wisely seem to wash your Hands The Guilt on every Vote and Order stands So that convinc'd from all you did before Justice must lay the Murther at your Door Mark if the Body does not Bleed anew In any Circumstance approach'd by You From whose each motion we might plain desery The black Oftents of this late Tragedy For when the King through Storms in Scotland bred To his Great Coâ—ncel for his shelter fled VVhen in that meeting every Error gain'd Redresses sooner granted than Complain'd Not all thâ—se â—rank Concâ—ssions or Amends Did 〈◊〉 the then too Powerfull Faction's ends No Acts of Grace at present would Content Nor Promise of 〈…〉 Till by a fâ—rmal â—â—w the King had past This Session should at Yâ—ur plâ—â—sure last So having got the 〈◊〉 and that 't was â—nown No power could dissâ—lve Yoâ— bâ—t Your own Your gracâ—less Junto mâ—â—e sâ—ch use of this As once was practâ—s'd by Semiramâ—s VVho strâ—ving by a subtile Sâ—te to prove The largeness of her Hâ—â—band Trâ—st and Love Did from the much abâ—sed King obtain That for Three dâ—yâ—s She might sole Empress râ—ign Before which time expir'd the bloody VViâ—e Dâ—priv'd her Loâ—d both of his Crown and Life There needs no Comment when your deeds apply The Demonstration of her Treachery VVhich to effect by Absolon's foul wâ—le You of the Peoplâ—s Heâ—rt your Prince beguile Urging what Eases they might reap by it Did you their Iudgesâ—it â—it How did you fawn upon and Court the Roâ—t VVhoâ—e Clamour câ—ry'd your whole Plot about How did you thank Seditious men that came To bring Petitions which your selves did frame And lest they wanted Hands to set them on You lead the way by throwing the first stone For in that Libel after Midnight born VVherewith your Faction labour'd till the Morn That Famous Lye you a Reâ—oâ—straâ—ce name VVere not Reproaches your malicâ—oâ—s aim VVas not the King's dishonour your intent By Slanders to traduce his Government All which your spightfull Cunning did contrive Men must recâ—ive through your false Perspective In which the smallest Spots improved were And every Mote a Moâ—ntain did appear Thus 〈◊〉 by th' ungratefâ—ll Senate found His Life assâ—ulted through his Honour 's VVound And now to make Him hopeless to resist You gâ—ide His Sword by Vote which as you liâ—t Must Strike or Spare for so you did enforce His Hand against His Reason to divorce Brave Strâ—fford's Life then wring it quite away By yoâ—r usâ—rping each Militia Then seize His Magazines of which possest You turn the VVeapons 'gainst their Mâ—ster's Breast This done th' unkennell'd crew of Lawless men Led down by 〈◊〉 Penniâ—gâ—oâ— and Ven Did with confused noise the Court invade Then all Dissenters in Both Houses Bay'd At which the King amaz'd is forc'd to flye The whilst your Mouth 's laid on mantain the Cry The Royal Game dislodg'd and under Chase Your hot Pursute dogs Him from place to place Not Sâ—ul with greater fury or disdain Did flying David from Ieshimon's plain Unto the barren Wilderness pursue Than Cours'd and Hunted is the King by you The Mountain Partridge or the Chased Roe Might now for Emblemes of His Fortune go And since all other May-games of the Town Save those your selves should make were Voted down The Clam'rous Pulpit Hollaes in resort Inviting men to your King-catching Sport VVhere as the Foyl grows cold you mend the Scent By crying Privilege of Parliament VVhose fair Pretenâ—ions the first sparkles are VVhich by your breath blown up enflame the VVar And Ireland bleeding by design the Stale VVherewith for Men and Money you prevail Yet doubting that Imposture coâ—ld not last VVhen all the Kingdoms Mines of Treasure waste You now tear down Religion's sacred Hedge To carry on the VVork by Sacriledge â—eputing it Rebellions fittest Pay â—o take both God's and Caesar's dues away The tenor of which execrable Vote â—our over-active Zelots so promote â—hat neither Tomb nor Temple could escape â—â—r Dead nor Living your Licentious Rape â—tatues and Grave-stones o'r men buried â—ob'd of their Brass the Coffiâ—s of their Led â—ot the Seventh Henry's gilt and curious Skrâ—en â—or those which 'mongst our Rarities were seen The Chests wherein the Saxon Monarchs lay â—â—t mâ—st be basely sould or thrown away May in succeeding times forgotten be Those bold Examples of Impiety VVhich were the Ages wonder and discourse â—oâ— have Their greatest ills improv'd by worse No more be mention'd Dionysius Theft VVho of their Gold the Heathen Shrines bereft For who with Yours His Robberies confer Must him repute a petty Pilâ—erer Nor Iulian's Scoff who when he view'd the State Oâ— Aâ—â—ioch's Church the Ornaments and Plate Cry'd Meaner Vessels would serve turn or None Might well become the birth of Mary's Son Nor how that spightfull Atheist did in scorn Pisse on God's Table which so oâ—t had born The Hallow'd Elements his death present Nor he that â—ould it with his Excrement Then turn'd the Cloth unto that act of shame VVhich without trembling Christians should not name Nor Iohn of Leydâ—n who the pillag'd Qâ—ires Employ'd in Munster for his own attires His pranks by Hazleâ—â—g exceeded be A wreâ—ch more wicked and as mad as he Who once in triumph led his Sâ—mpter Moâ—l Proudly bâ—dâ—â—ked with the Altar's spoyl Nor at Bizantium'sâ—ack â—ack how Mahomâ—t