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A66746	Campo-musæ, or The field-musings of Captain George VVither touching his military ingagement for the King ann [sic] Parliament, the justnesse of the same, and the present distractions of these islands.	Wither, George, 1588-1667.	1643 (1643)	Wing W3145; ESTC R222288	41,516	83

CAMPO-MUSAE OR THE FIELD-MUSINGS OF Captain GEORGE VVITHER touching his Military Ingagement for the KING ann PARLIAMENT THE Justnesse of the same and the present distractions of these Islands DEUS dabit his quoque finem LONDON Printed by R. Austin 1643. To the ENGLISH AM not I now in England Is not this The Thames Is not that London Sure it is Me thinks that vast and ancient structure there Looks just like Pauls and that like Westminster Loe yon is High-gate you is Hamsted-mill There Bansted-downes there Kent there Shooters-hill This doubtlesse is that Countrey but why then Are here now living so few English-men Are all those English-men which now I see All true-bred English-men the Devill they be Indeed I finde there are a few among them And for their sakes I will not so much wrong them To say that Land hath none within whose veines The blood of our old Worthies yet remaines But out of question if the greatest part Were not a mungrell brood and without heart They could not lie so tamely in their beds And see what Plagues their Countrey over-spreads Yea seem content to be inslav'd to slaves And carry guilt and curses to their graves Perhaps they are asleep Ho! Englishmen Awake and be your selves yet once agen Heark how the Trumpet sounds heark how the Drum Beats up and calls in English Come Come Come Heark how the ghosts of your poore Brethren slaine And massacred in Ireland doe complaine And call for vengeance heark how loud they cry And threaten if you passe their murthers by Heark how the countrey round about you mournes See in how many parts it flames and burnes Marke what a delolation in one yeare Is broken in among us and how neare Our just and everlasting ruine drawes If we become no warmer in this Cause And that your cooled zeale may re-inflame Take up these Papers and new light the same To his EXCELLENCE the Earle of ESSEX Lord Generall of the Army raised for defence of the KING Parliament and Kingdome SIR UNtill my Troupe was disabled I served faithfully with my SWORD under your Command an eye-witnesse of your noble Patience Constancy and Valour and shall againe when my Troupe is recruted In the meane time being ingaged thereto by that emblematicall device which I beare in my Cornet I have endeavoured to be serviceable with my PEN that I might imploy every faculty which God hath given me for the King and Parliament to whom I am obliged by a double duty and I hope not impertinently to the glory of the Almighty who when most honourable teachers are not regarded sends men to learn of Pismires and despicable creatures and who for that cause is now pleased to make use of such a Vanity as I am and it may be shall by this Engine more strengthen your Army then a full Regiment of horse I have not here prefixed your Name or tendred this to your perusall meerly for a private advantage for what can I hope to obtain who am but Terrae filius a child of contempt and whose best endeavours have beene hitherto in outward respects for upon other considerations I have no reason to complaine rather mischievous then profitable unto him Neither presume I to add any thing hereby to your Honour that being farre above the dificiency needing such meane Additions but I being yet within the list of your Army it seems reasonable that some Account should be given of the time spent during my absence from it and I having no better fruit ripe thus to present this held it the duty SIR of Your EXCELLENCIES most humble Servant Geo. Wither CAMPO-MUSAE OR The FIELD-MUSINGS of Captaine GEORGE WITHER The Contents A Question presuppos'd the Muse Replyeth and her freedome shewes Tels with what heart with what intent This Warre her POET under-went Averros that Reason and the Lawes Will justifie him in his Cause The publike woe she doth expresse Lamenteth and implores redresse Fights Combats with Delusive-Reason Her Partie to acquit from Treason Their hearts incourageth to doe What GOD and Nature calls them to And many matters here and there Inserteth which we touch not here Then mentioneth a Voice of PEACE That she hath heard and there doth cease Intending ere She will proceed To make some proofe how this may speed YES now I 'le write againe and neither care Though nor Apollo aid me nor the NINE Nor whether Mars or Mercury appeare Crosse or in Sextile Quadrine or in Trine Nor carefull am I whether HEE or SHEE Be pleased or displeased with my Muse For none to sooth or vexe my Musings be But now I write because I cannot chuse To answer each man curious expectation Who asks why thus I said why this I do Is not the scope of my determination Though somewhat here conduces thereunto The Sword hath had his turne and now the Pen Advanced is to play her part agen The naked SVVORD and PEN my Cornet beares Pro REGE LEGE GREGE thereupon To be my Motto for the Field it weares And shewes for whom this Warfare we begun But Rymes and Reason growing out of date And Pens lesse modest now then heretofore Such lies and railings have divulg'd of late That I once thought to touch my Pen no more Besides with griefe I have observ'd in those Whose judgements have most need of Reformation That there is left no pow'r in Verse or Prose To make them wise or move to reformation For Wisedomes Charmes and Reasons best conclusions Beget but Furies and inlarge Confusions Yet since my musings when I shall be dead And lie unactive in a loanly roome May peradventure to good use be read By men reserv'd for better times to come And since it will not onely be an ease To mine owne heart my numerous thoughts to vent But also may some honest Readers please Ev'n in these times of gen'rall discontent Yea lest malignant censures passed on My late ingagement for the publike peace Should if I silent to my grave had gone Have caused false-opinion to increase My Per I re-assum'd in hope to shew My practice never prov'd my words untrue My Pen I re-assum'd and full of matter Sate downe to write but ere I ought exprest The Trumpet sounding all my thoughts did scatter And gave me since that houre but little rest Destructive times distractive muzings yeeld Expect not therefore method now of me But such as fits Minerva in the Field Where Interruptions and Confusions be Like or dislike I somwhat now shall say Which must be heard and heard to purpose too At least in gaining heed or making way For what if need require is yet to do When sin and self-conceit befools the wise They must be taught by those whom they despise For let not these Field-muzings be suppos'd The fruitlesse flashings of a Giddie-wit Because in measur'd-words they are compos'd Which many judge for serious works unfit Nor let them counted be a sleight invention Though souldier-like blunt complements I

lawfull deeds to fright Else cut-throat Parasites are onely they Whom for the truest Liege-men count we may That we have thus ingenuously proceeded Nor waging war nor our distrusts revealing Till our affaires those actions highly needed And made each Grievance fully ripe for telling Our consciences assure us though the slanders Of our Opposers have our Truths beli'd And led the people through those dark Maeanders Which our faire dealings and their frauds may hide And therefore should the King by wilfull stay Among that crue miscarry in the fight Which to prevent we still shall watch and pray Upon our heads the blame should not alight For who that woes the Plague hath health assur'd Or who can save what will not be secur'd I came as I professe with single heart To stay the mischiefe which I saw begun And entred with my Sword to act that part Which without blame I knew not how to shun For when God calls for blood and will not heare Our pray'rs untill his Justice to appease Those Beasts among us sacrificed are Whose life prolong'd prolongeth our disease 'T is time we should observe that we like Saul Those Hockes and those Amalakites have spar'd Whose preservation may become our Fall If his commands no better we regard 'T is time thought I that in the gap we stand To stop the breach that else will drown the land The Red-Horse then appear'd and thereupon That Rider forth advanc'd at whose command Those bloody executions must be done Which both defile and purge a sinfull Land A mixed multitude made up our Traine Which God for divers ends together brought Some to avenge his cause some to be slaine Some that Repentance in them might be wrought Our Army being rais'd the Trumpet sounds The Colours are display'd the Drums doe beat To make a passage thorow blood and wounds For Iustice Truth and Peace we forward set And whilst we marcht my heart with thoughts confus'd Was over-fill'd and thus I sadly mus'd Those dreadfull Tragedies must I O LORD Must I not onely now survive to see Which were so long time fear'd and so abhorr'd But live in them an Actor too to be Is that abused Peace which we injoy'd So many yeeres whilst ev'ry other State Was plagu'd with war and some nigh quite destroy'd In these our Islands now growne out of date Have we prolong'd Repentance till the Flame Which from the neighb'ring Countries did appeare Like Beacons giving warning of the same Spreads and devoures with no lesse fury here And is the time now come in which this Nation Must pledge them in thy cup of indignation Who did so much as dreame some yeeres agoe To see the Devil so prevailing here To conjure up to ev'ry man a Foe Among those Friends that in his bosome were Who thought to see so many brothers rage Against each other Fathers without griefe To ruinate the Pillars of their age ●o many sonnes to seeke their fathers life Who could have then beleeved this that friends Familiars neighbours kinsmen mothers daughters Should have so madly sought each others ends And mention without teares their wounds slaughters And finde this hellish poyson to be shed Almost in ev'ry village house and bed Who did suspect that men who dote on wealth And make a God of Pleasure and of Ease Esteeming highly safety limbs and health Should madly foole away their part of these And side and quarrell so about those things Which most of them regarded not a whit For what their duties were to God or Kings Or Common-Wealth it troubled not their wit Nor doth it now if their discourse and life May shew what Conscience of such things they make And from this observation I with griefe Infallibly may this Conclusion take That nothing else this mischiefe did begin But universall ripenesse of our sin How could there else so soone so many be So hardned in the cruelties of war And multitudes so forward as we see For Rob'ries Rapes and Murthers as they are Who did a while agoe suspect he had Acquaintance neighbours houshold servants too So wicked so malicious and so bad To put in act what now we see them doe War hath occasion given to disclose What ev'ry man affects And ev'ry one Is opportunity he gaineth shewes What things his heart is truly set upon Oh! if Wars entrance with such guilt begins Before it ends how great will be our sins Observe and credit this which now I say Though I perhaps not worth regard may seeme Lest you repent it else another day And finde too late my words were worth esteeme If Peace we seeke not and pursue it too Before there be too great an obduration Ere long so hardned men in sin will grow That on his neighbour none will have compassion But ev'ry one according to his powre Shall onely labour his owne Will to gaine And shall corrupt each other and devoure Till wealth nor wit nor honesty remaine Nor ought but such a raskall Generation As merits Gods and good mens execration How happy had we been if we had fear'd Before these feares had ceaz'd us and how blest Had we with penitence those warnings heard Which notice gave of this unwelcome ghuest But now the Breach is made the Floods break in And we with miseries are overslowne We shall be losers though the day we win When spoiles we take the losse will be our owne Because from forraigne foes we fear'd no harme God for our sins hath rais'd us foes at home Our selves against our selves we strongly arme And slaught'rers of each other are become An universall Ruine is begun And he that was most rich is most undone Behold the Plough by whom we are all fed Is throwne into the ditch Our Herds decay Our Shepheards and our Husbandmen are fled Artificers may shut up shop and play The Labourer must either starve or sight The Gownman must a Swordman learne to be Nor Magistrate nor Lawes can doe us right The Creditor and Debtor may agree The Glutton must be glad of homely fare The Drunkard must drink water or be drie Old lowsie rags Pride must be fain to weare Our idle Dames in vaine for bread shall crie And they who late in finest linnen lay Shall scarce have leave to lodge in straw and hay How are our goodly buildings overthrowne How are our pleasant arbours hackt and hew'd How bare and rude are those neat places growne Where fruitfull Orchards and fair Groves we view'd Through Walks and Fields which I have visited With peacefull Mates and free from fear of harmes Yea there where oft Fair-Ladies I have led I now lead on a Troupe of men in Armes In Medowes where our sports were wont to be And where we playing wantonly have laine Men sprawling in their blood we now doe see Grim postures of the dying and the slaine And where sweet musique hath refresht the eare Sad groanes of ghosts departing now we heare In ev'rie Field in ev'rie Lane and Street In ev'rie