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The Scots constancy. Or, An answer to Cleveland's Scots apostacy.
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Bostock, Robert, d. 1656.
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1647
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The SCOTS CONSTANCY OR An Answer to CLEVELAND'S Scots Apostacy Aprill â—â—… 1647. written by Robin â—â—â—â—â—…k Stationer IS Cleveland new in print Is this the fume Of his last cup of Sack the strong perfume Distill'd from his noddle What to spue Such vile prodigious curses nothing new Poore Crumms of Comfort to a dying cause Of his malignant party whose applause The meager starveling feeds on 't is a feast At some malignant Tavern scraps at least Which noselesse Davenant sends these cram his muse With strong bum-basted raptures to abuse The poore compounders yet it will not fall One penny of their rate at Goldsmiths Hall No paper-kites from York no proclamations To undeceave the people no observations Upon the Kings return no pregnancy Of new invention all dull poetry Where 's the Court parasites to resolve the case Of none-resistance now what is their place Empty at court where 's Hamond Ferâ— and he Pretends himself Bishop of Ossory All silent speechlesse dum as Aulicus What 's Heylin's table turn'd how comes it thus No hope no comfort for malignancy Except to joyne with Independancy Cajole the Scots the Citty why so dull No fine designes abroach come one more pull Where 's Digby in a valt what no new plot Is this the last to rayle and curse the Scot Send to Kilketto post what cannot hee Disturb that Kingdome raise more mutiny What 's France transform'd a stone and will not stirr To help your gasping cause Thou bauling curre Bark more incessantly let Denmark hear He soundly snorteth what will none appeare Where are the Rebells the Cessation sure Commands them from their boggs now 't is secure To help their Popish Queen or else to see Her and her fav'rite in a Monast'ry Are your designes abortive is the Scot More faithfull to the King and is the plot Become apparent now doth Ormond hate Your base designes doth he congratulate The good successe of this blest Parliament Forbeare your cursed language come repent All things miscarry ' mongst you and we see The vip'rous venom of malignancy This makes you mad and some observe the Scot Breakes not his Covenant 's constant Spoyles your plot And had the King kept faith and not the Queen Been so predominant we should have seen His blessed reconcilement with the State But sure his CHARLES most unhapy sate How dar'st thou Sycophant abuse the King Is he not just to punish such a thing Of most prophaned cursing cannot bee Indur'd by any who love piety Should wee retort thy curses there would be A Vollume vented ' gainst malignancy But Silence is sufficient 't is enuffe T' extinguish thy abhorred stinking snuffe I tell thee Cleveland how to get some praise Add but those curses to the last new playes The Stationer no doubts will give thee pence Joyne to the last of 's verses thy nonsence Jeare not the proffer for thy freinds now hate Thy profane curses and abominate Thy hatefull title doth more fit become Thy sweet companions and freinds at Rome It is not long agoe since wee did see Thy famous Wentworth's grand Apostacy The King s' in safety greeve not 't is with those Who will perswade him never to oppose The good advice of Scotland not like Laud Who bid him break his faith and then applaud That most unkingly breach unnaturall warre With his best subjects no King Charles is farre From any more such counsell he doth see The fatall consequence of all flatt'ry What foule mouthd language thou givest that nation So ancient with whom a combination France did solicit England now doth twine And is compleated in that royall line But what of Londons speech 't is writ in Gold With admiration honest men behold His Loyaly what did the King declare Amongst the Scots what protestations are Dâ—vulged to the world by him yet he Must be excused for infirmity But let the noble Londons speech be scann'd By most nay all malignants in the land The proper genuine sence of all will be We will maintaine the King not Tyranny And here of purpose thou forgetst the place Where London was confin'd but no disgrace To Londons Innocency we did see Some stepps then neere to Turkish slavery That good advice which pious Henderson Gave to the King thou hat'st to mention Or that thy flattering Clergy did adore The Scottish nation but a while before O how their papers then did make you glad How jocund but of late exceeding sad Did you expect a change And now to see The City right and the Scots constancy O how it frets malignants they had hope By our dissentions to have taken scope To worke some new designes malignancy The brat of Machavell Independency His Jesuited brother and those two Are acting mischiefe hopeing to undoe Two ancient Kingdomes that they might be free Of Presbyterian and of Monarchy But wee have hopes 't is far from the intent Of the Scots nation or our Parliament What sixty Kings were murder'd by the Scots 'T is but a fable thrice as many plots Have acted been of late to overthrow This rich and â—amous City and to blow Three Kingdomes into atomes by such men Who meerely vapour curse and rayle but then We finde them most unnaturall not to spare The essence of a Parliament pretend 〈◊〉 faire Great faith and Loyalty a fained thing To gaine a party and abuse a King That hardy nation hath been ever free And scorn'd the bondage of base slavery Read but Thuanus an Historian Who writes impartially read Buchanan King James his Tutor one who did not feare The frownes of Kings was bold and durst appeare I' th cause of truth in spite of opposition There we may read the freedome of that nation Belov'd of good men for their Constancy Recorded is to all posterity FINIS