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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A54021	Mvltvm in parvo lately come to town with some reflections upon His Majesties late regulators, or, (as some do call them) the booted apostles : with some other observations, not unworthy (at this present juncture) any true English man's perusal / by T.P. an orthodox and loyal Protestant, though by some nick-named, a latitudinarian trimmer.	T. P., Orthodox and loyal Protestant.	1688 (1688)	Wing P115; ESTC R4119	4,628	14

Licensed Ro. L'Estrange February 17. 1687 / 8. MVLTVM IN PARVO Lately come to TOWN WITH SOME REFLECTIONS UPON His Majesties Late REGULATORS OR As some do call them The Booted Apostles With some other Observations not unworthy at this present juncture any true English Man's Perusal By T. P. An Orthodox and Loyal Protestant though by some Nick-named A Latitudinarian Trimmer London Printed in the Year 1688. SOME REFLECTIONS UPON His Majesties late REGVLATORS c. THese Regulators some think were to Blame And a great Blot unto their Christian Name As they were such But we deny the Fact And here declare it was a Noble Act And truly Loyal for their Country's Good When once they are but fairly Understood Though we have hear'd them much Traduc'd by those Who can't distinguish between Doves and Crows What was their Aim or what was their Intent In this Affair Only a PARLIAMENT To get and Sit as should with them all bring A Healing Spirit to our Lord and KING Who did declare so just and fair that he Would give to all true Christian Liberty And if the Country would Elect such Men And them Return for his great Council then Whatever they as Sages should Debate For England's Good both in the Church and State He freely would concur with all his Heart Provided that His Subjects might not Smart After his Death when mounted up on High There to enjoy a Vast ETERNITY This was his Care and this was his Desire To quench the Flames of that Unchristian Fire By which his Subjects had been Scorch'd to Death And still will be so long as some have Breath If Laws won't Bind us what will Bind us then Unless it be a Force of Armed Men Who know no Laws but all our Rights devour The longest Sword to them creates a Power This is the Mode and this the cursed Fate When Armed Men do rule the Church and State. Heavens keep us all in Safety from all such Whether English French or hogan mogan Dutch. But when good Laws are made with one Consent By Prince and People in a PARLIAMENT And these Good Laws extend to all Degrees And none of them are mix'd with Sower Lees. Of Penal Statutes to Oppress all such As will not go unto their Parish-Church And after this the Prince will keep up still His Armed Force and Rule by his own Will In such a Case the Prince is much to Blame But till that 's done we must not all cry Shame Our present Prince of all the Norman Race Is come the nearest to the Christian Pace Who ever promis'd Liberty before As he hath done their Conduct was to Gore Their quiet Subjects by that ugly Fate Truth to Defend by Knock down Laws of State. His Conduct is That Liberty may stand Like Mead and Persian Laws within his Land That so great Truth may get the Upper-hand Which doubtless will when we do all agree To joyn with him for Christian Liberty And to be plain we must now here declare We may Bless God for such a Christian Heir As he hath sent us to ascend the Throne For by his mild and gentle Hand alone Though back'd with Human Force he doth begin In this our Isle to pluck the Man of Sin Out of his Throne and may he still succeed Of such a Prince we never had more need And so make way for a more Christian State Which shall Treat all without a Broken Pate Ho Anti-christos then will have Jeck Mate Once England's Prince with Resolution Bold When he was King the Pope himself Cajol'd Shook off the Mitre from his Supream Head And sent it Home to Tyber unto Bed No more to Lodge within his Royal Bower Because all Stuff and Anti-christian Power So our Great Prince had he not broke the Ice Some Dog-Stars still would here have rul'd the Dice A Second Cyrus By his great Command To Build God's Temple in our Christian Land VVhich was demolish'd then from time to time VVhen Christian Truths by Laws were made a Crime And did declare we knew to Master Pen His Judgment was a Freedom to all Men In Sacred things which was so fair and just That in that word Our self did put our Trust And many more of our most Noble Crew Though all Nick-nam'd are Protestants true Blew And all shall own that we are truly Loyal If once the King of us should make but Tryal And those that will not joyn in such a Plot May all their Names for ever Die and Rot But if he was Impos'd upon in this Let Jesuits Pay for their own Rods in Piss If underneath themselves did lay a Snake Shall we blame Caesar for such Villains sake Let them now suffer in the name of Jove But to our King let us return in Love And if a Crime in these our Booted Men Instead of one we wish there had gone ten And if a greater Force now set us Free And shall redeem us from CAPTIVITY Still thank our King and his great Orange-Tree Next under God though to some People Strange For in Extreams God often works a Change When Orphans Cries and Widdows Tears do hap Then Jove sends down his mighty Thunder-clap For their Relief and many Sturdy Oaks Must then fall down at such great Thunder-stroaks Those that here first with their strong Lyons Paws Did Tear from us our Liberties and Laws Gave up our Charters and Betray'd their Trust These are the Men of all Men sure that must Now pay the Baker none can them Defend Our Regulators were the Nations Friend And what they did in their progressive Round Was to get Members True Sincere and Sound And if the Country now send such as these We fear them not for they will give us Ease No more expose us to the Rage of some Who would Enslave us till the day of Doom We know them well and to be plain are such Who now look Pale by reason of the Dutch Upon our Coast and in our Land beside To see them Sail both with the Wind and Tide Nay some do fear they shall be made so Free To take their Swing upon that Soveraign Tree VVhich Cures Men of all their Frantick Fits Before they run stark mad out of their Wits We wish our Muse were not Prophetical At this Conjuncture some cry Hang up all Though we do hope if some shall pay the Score 'T will make Attonement for ten Thousand more We wish it may Trimmers are not for Blood But for all things of Universal Good. Here 's Multum in parvo for that noble Race Though Honest Roger did them so Disgrace Trimmers were worse Men in that Tory Day Than Popish Priests or Dutch men at Tor-Bay Our Trusty Friend did then so set them out Nothing would serve him but a total Rout Of all such Men who then were down the Wind But since got up Remember EHVER KYND What he then told them when at lowest Ebb Their Tory Actions were a Spider's Webb They ran so