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A86134
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This last ages looking-glasse: or Englands sad elligie. By S. H.
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S. H.
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1642
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Wing H125; Thomason E124_2; ESTC R4702
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Laws that are inacted ' Gainst Subjects Liberties and Rights Alas poor Soules Oh wofull wights That once so fairely flourished Are now quite Dead and Perished What Age is this wherein we live All takes away and none will give Takes what our chiefest Joys increase Our choisest Jem our Jewell Peace This Nations chiefest Ornament Yet none doe Sorrow or Repent Some muddie makes the Christall streame Others of better times doe dreame But as for me I le serue and feare The Lord my God and King most deare O wofull age that ere was seen How neare to falling have we been Somtimes by sword of Forraigne foe Somtimes home broyles Domesticke woe We have beene scourg'd with famine great The poore have di'd for want of meat Yea further Gods most heavie hand With Pestilence hath plagu'd this land But still in safetie we have slept For sinfull crimes we have not wept But to our selves have cried peace Living securely and at ease When as our sins are as the sand ' Gainst God himself we warlike stand But marke we now how times do turne In staed of mirth we now must mourne One griefe another up doth call Our drinke is teares mingled with gall Sorrow we doe we cannot speake Our hearts with griefe are like to breake Some are possest with Jealous feares drunk with worm wood tearse But I 'm resolved firmely still To keep Gods and my Soveraigns will Yea stranger still doth seem this Age The poore opprest the wicked rage With Murders Rapines and with Theft This Land is poll'd and nothing left No man living scarcely can say This is mine own for 't I did pay He that hath felt the smart can tell That strongest bears away the Bell Yet some fatted to the slaughter Spend their time in Mirth and Langhter Merrily quaffing off their VVine Vainly spending precious Time Though Sword be drawn and Bow be bent And all the wicked must be shent How idly still their daies are spent Their hearts are heard they 'l not relent But putting off the evill day To turn from sin they do delay In sinfull crimes they live and dye Which in their bosoms hidden lye Gods word by them is set by light Those sacred Lines do dim their sight But firme and constant I will prove My God to fear my King to love Was ever Age in such a case To bring forth such a Rebels Race To sheathe his Sword in 's Fellows side To Lye Dissemble and cog beside Judas-like each other betray For Peace few Preach for Love few Pray We are taught a quite contrary way None caring what they speake or say It 's as common to vent Treason As t' is to speake sence and Reason Yee flintie stones what not relent To see this sadd and dire Event Of times wicked inclination Which threates ruine to this Nation Our Sins the Skies haue Ascended Yet our lives are not Amended Still drawing downe Gods irefull rod Procureing emnitie with God without whose freindship there 's no peace Nor hope of Judgments great release But a fearfull expectation Of destruction to this Nation But Lord thy favour let me finde That God and King may haue my minde Alas pore age what is the cause Force guides thee now and not the lawes That formerly haue rul'd this Land All gvided were by their command But how are they infringed now Old statuts to the new must bow Surely there was no wisdome then This Age hath got far wiser men True it is but is' t not most strange That these times should so quickly change And be as though they ne'rc had bene The oldest man this true hath seene Sins are the sole procureing things That alterations alwayes bringes Yet this full litle is regarded Though sin 's never unrewarded Yet till wee feele the wofull smart Wee will not lay our sins to heart Wee put our trust in horses strength Measuring God by our owne length To our Nets thus Sacrificing Not regarding evils rising Lord grant on thee I may depend And serve my god and King to th' end Did ever age know such a thing For Songs of Joy we Sorrow sing Our joyfull notes are changed quite And mournefull tunes we Sing each night With frights and feares we stand agast To see these times and what is Past But when we thinke of times to come We stricken speachles are and dumbe Our peace is turned into warre We one with other seeke to jarre Envie hath up her Kingdome set Hatred this Nation hath beset Divisions great from Sects doe spring Which have devided People and King All truly are at variance Oh sad estate oh wofull chance And silence up our mouthes haue shut Pride and arrogance bravely strut Yea beggars ride Kings goe on foot Swolne ambition rules looke too 't Each one dare not trust another Brother persecutes the brother But I detest such tunes to sing I le love my God and my good King An age indeed to see the times Bespread with ribauldries and rimes Striking at scepters yea Kings wounding Royall Monarchie confounding Seeking to eclipse his name Whose worth shall outlive time and fame Yea flourish still and fairely shine ' Mongst men on earth ane Saints divine His peacefull raigne begot a storie To Crowne his yeares with lasting glorie Which evill tongues can never blast But shall all Ages farr out last Nay here their malice doth not bound What Sacred things have they left sound With strange Sects we are devided Law and Gospell are derided Decent order is neglected Church government disrespected All ceremonies now must downe They with Garlands their actions Crowne Great distractions full this Land Tell me then Can this Kingdome stand I 'me dumbe Lord teach me what to say That I to God for King may pray Now having taken this short view Of things not good yet too too true Of things not heard in times before Which ages now may well deplore No Age that 's past can paralell These times wherein we live and dwell Yea after Ages shall admire Flourishing England now on fire Let us now look another way And unto God Almighty pray Lord look down from Heaven and see This Nations wofull miserie Behould our languishing Estate Let not our sorrow come too late We are at the pit ready to fall From sinking Lord do us recall Make up the breaches Thou' rt the Man Of the distrest Physitian If thou hold off what are we then Most miserable of all Men. O succour Lord and help us send Thou art our God be thou our friend That I in heart and voice may sing To God be prayse and to my King Help Lord for thou art onely hee Or els we never shall agree We are arrived at that height That thou alone canst make us straight O we are rent and wounded sore Our wounds increase still more and more Each one seeking to have his will But few the Law for to fulfill It is a curb that keeps us in We strive to free us from this gin Lord cut off those rotten Members That of these broiles are the senders That in this Land run to and froe To hatch the Eggs of wretched woe Whose hearts and minds are wholly bent To cause this Land sadly lament Sowing seditious wicked seed Thou Lord root out that sinfull Breed And let the World see and wonder At them struck dead with thy Thunder But let them live in Joyes increase That love the Olive branch of Peace Who Joy to heare of Sions Joy Let no dire mischiefe them anoy But let them live and flourish still And guard them strongly from all ill Lord teach my heart to prayse thy name Let tongue and voyce eeke doe the same Let Charles glorie through England ring Let Subjects say God Save the King FINIS