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A66794 Verses intended to the King's Majesty by George Wither, whilst he was a prisoner in Nevvgate, which being found written with his own hand, among his loose papers, since his commitment close prisoner to the Tower, are now published, as pertinent both to His Majesty, and to him. Wither, George, 1588-1667. 1662 (1662) Wing W3207; ESTC R12299 4,615 12

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your Protection have enjoy'd Nought save a dying-life a living-grave Or that whereof so small esteem I have That if my Work were done and GOD would say Amen I would resign my Life this day Yet so far am I from repining at My Portion or my seeming sad estate That in this Posture I will serve as long As to endure it GOD shall make me strong Not doubting but when all things come to proof My Suffrings will be much to my behoof Mean time lest otherwise my good intent To you some causualty may prevent I will so far forth as my Chain will stretch And mine now shortned arm and hand will reach Exhibit such Expedients as from Time And other Herbs I 've suckt within your Clime And wanting better Gifts will offer you This little Cluster of those Grapes which grew Upon my wither'd Vine For though they are But sowre your Kingdom yeelds none wholsomer If you shall seasonably press out the Juice And then assume it without prejudice This Time is critical The wayes be ruff And many of those Chariot-wheels fly off By which your Marches expedited seem'd And lost Advantages must be redeem'd Lest when you think that they are come to hand Your main Expectances be at a stand Or put so far back that you may survive Your hopes and your own happiness outlive I wish it otherwise and know it may Be as I wish if you the means assay Not giving ear to those who will withstand Your Good that which GOD hath now in hand I have discharg'd my Conscience and so shall VVhatever for so doing doth befall In hope that will not wholly be dispis'd Which now shall be in faithfulness advis'd To those men do not over-much adhere Who think all Wisdom lies within their sphear For Honours Riches and self-Interest Have made wise-men as brutish as a Beast Heed otherwhile what Common Fame doth say Aswel as what your Courtiers whisper may Lest you be ignorant of many things Whose cognizance is pertinent to Kings Make no man your chief Confident but he That 's both discreet and honest known to be Lest he deceives your trust and in the close Destroyes your old Friends or begets new Foes Let Justice be your Scepter let your Crown Be Mercy and if you would keep your own Give that to others which to them belongs And free the Poor and Fatherless from wrongs Especially your main Endeavours bend To make and keep your Sov'reign Lord your friend And if you would be setled on your Throne Take care that His usurped be by none Enjoy your Conscience whatsoere it be So other men may have their Conscience free And hang me for a Traitor if thereby You then enjoy not more Security Than what your Strength by Sea and Land now gives And all that humane Policy contrives Let Truth and Error fight it out together Whilst Civil Peace disturbed is by neither Which may be so provided for that none Shall justly be displeas'd with what is done Nor you hereafter be for evermore Disturbed as you have been heretofore If You neglect this and I disobey T will be with much grief and no other way But only passively and whatsoever I suffer will your Welfare still endeavour To be of this mind thousands are believ'd VVho are not into favour yet receiv'd And whilst they are excluded though in peace They live suspitions daily will encrease And from their Malice who nor GOD nor King Much care for some ill consequence may spring By which You may have trouble and they blame VVho shall be no way guilty of the same Your taking timely Opportunities Now offred and of what before You lies May render You a blessed Instrument In making passage to that Government VVhich Tyrants fear more glorious make Your Throne Than ever any King yet sate upon And make Your Name a terror to all those VVho to that Kingdom shall continue Foes Herein I 've spoke according to my creed Wishing my just hopes may thereon succeed And that upon Your heart it may work more Than what I 've spoke to others heretofore But GOD's time is at hand within his pow'r Are all mens ways yea both your hearts our And I will patiently submit unto VVhat either He or You shall please to do Not asking whatsoere I seem to want Ought more than you spontaneously shall grant For what I may expect if you denie So far as need shall be GOD will supply These words when I was young my Motto were Thus English'd I nor have nor want nor care So are they now I 'm old yea somewhat more Essentially than ever heretofore And thereof I will not abate one Letter Till GOD and You dirrect me to a better The Liberty I covet to enjoy Is that which no man living can destroy The Wealth I aim at is nor less nor more But to be well contented Rich or poor And if I had a mind my Wits to strain That I to earthly Honours might attain I should to no such common heights aspire As now are objects of most mens desire Or to a stile of so mean consequence As is an Earl a Marquess Duke or Prince Or to be call'd your Cousin For no less VVould satisfie my large Ambitiousness But so much worth at least as did commend His Loyalty whom David call'd his Friend And wit enough to make a parallel Of ev'ry Traytor with Achithophel Or show to you the diffrence 'twixt the Faiths Of all your Ziba's and Mephibosheths For then you should in very short time see That no man more deserves esteem'd to be Your Majesties loyal Subject Than Geo. Wither Newgate Mar. 22. 1662. FINIS * Non cuivis homini conting it adire Corinthum Princibus placuisse Viris non ultima laus est Hor. Epistol 17. Coram Rege suo de paupertate placentes Plus poscente ferènt Hor ibidem Nec habeo nec careo nec curo