overthrown He Syria makes a Province of his own Unto Damascus then comes Judah's King His humble thankfulness in haste to bring Acknowledging th' â—ssyrians high desert To whom he ought all loyalty oâ— heart But Tiglath having gain'd his wished end Proves unto Ahâ—z but a feigned friend All Israels lands beyond Jordan he takes In Galilee he woful havock makes Through Syâ—ia now he march'd none stopt his way And Ahaz open at his mercy lay Who still implor'd his love but was distrest This was that Ahaz who so high transgrest Thus Tiglath reign'd warr'd twenty seven years Then by his death releas'd was Israels fears Salmanassar or Nabanassar Tiglath deceas'd Salmanassar was next He Israelites more then his Father vext Hâ—â—heâ— their last King he did invade And him six years his Tributary made But weary of his servitude he sought To Egypt King which did avail him nought For Salmâ—nassar with a mighty Host Besieg'd his Regal Town and spoyl'd his Coast And did the people nobles and their King Into perpetual thraldome that time bring Those that from Joshuah's time had been a state 1â— years Did Justice now by him eradicate This was that strange degenerated brood On whom nor threats nor mercies could do good Laden with honour prisoners and with spoyle Returns triumphant Victor to his soyle He placed Israel there where he thought best Then sent his Colonies theirs to invest Thus Jacobs Sons in Exile must remain And pleasant Canaan never saw again Where now those ten Tribes are can no man tell Or how they fare rich poor or ill or well Whether the Indians of the East or West Or wild Tartarians as yet ne're blest Or else those Chinoes rare whose wealth arts Hath bred more wonder then belief in hearts But what or where they are yet know we this They shall return and Zion see with bliss Senacherib Senacherib Salmanasser succeeds Whose haughty heart is showne in words deeds His wars none better then himself can boast On Henah Arpad and on Juahs coast On Hevahs and on Shepharvaims gods 'Twixt them and Israels he knew no odds Untill the thundring hand of heaven he felt Which made his Army into nothing melt With shame then turn'd to Ninive again And by his sons in 's Idols house was slain Essarhadon His Son weak Essarhaddon reign'd in 's place The fifth and last of great Bellosus race Brave Merodach the Son of Baladan In Babylon Lieftenant to this man Of opportunity advantage takes And on his Masters ruines his house makes As Belosus his Soveraign did onthrone So he 's now stil'd the King of Babilon After twelve years did Essarhaddon dye And Merodach assume the Monarchy Merodach Balladan All yield to him but Niniveh kept free Untill his Grand-child made her bow the knee Ambassadors to Hezekiah sent His health congratulates with complement Ben Merodach Ben Merodach Successor to this King Of whom is little said in any thing But by conjecture this and none but he Led King Manasseh to Captivity Nebulassar Brave Nebulassar to this King was son The famous Niniveh by him was won For fifty years or more it had been free Now yields her neck unto captivity A Vice-Roy from her foe she 's glad to accept By whom in firm obedience she is kept This King 's less fam'd for all the acts he 's done Then being Father to so great a Son Nebuchadnezzar or Nebopolassar The famous acts of this heroick King Did neither Homer Hesiod Virgil sing Nor of his Wars have we the certainty From some Thucidides grave history Nor 's Metamorphosis from Ovids book Nor his restoriag from old Legends took But by the Prophets Pen-men most divine This prince in 's magnitude doth ever shine This was of Monarchyes that head of gold The richest and the dread fullest to behold This was that tree whose branches fill'd the earth Under whose shadow birds and beasts had birth This was that king of kings did what he pleas'd Kil'd sav'd pul'd down set up or pain'd or eas'd And this was he who when he fear'd the least Was changed from a King into a beast This Prince the last year of his fathers reign Against Jehojakim marcht with his train Judahs poor King besieg'd and succourless Yields to his mercy and the present ' â—press His Vassal is gives pledges for his truth Children of royal blood unblemish'd youth Wise Daniel and his fellowes mongst the rest By the victorious king to Babel's prest The Temple of rich ornaments defac'd And in his Idols house the vessels plac'd The next year he with unresisted hand Quite vanquishâ—d Pharaoh Necho with his band By great Euphrates did his army fall Which was the loss of Syria withall Then into Egypt Necho did retire Which in few years proves the Assirians hire A mighty army next he doth prepare And unto wealthy Tyre in hast repair Such was the scituation of this place As might not him but all the world out-face That in her pride she knew not which to boast Whether her wealth or yet her strength was most How in all merchandize she did excel None but the true Ezekiel need to tell And for her strength how hard she was to gain Can Babels tired souldiers tell with pain Within an Island had this city seat Divided from the Main by channel great Of costly ships and Gallyes she had store And Mariners to handle sail and oar But the Chaldeans had nor ships nor skill Their shoulders must their Masters mind fulfill Fetcht rubbish from the opposite old town And in the channel threw each burden down Where after many essayes they made at last The sea firm land whereon the Army past And took the wealthy town but all the gain Requited not the loss the toyle and pain â—ull thirteen years in this strange work he spent Before he could accomplish his intent And though a Victor home his Army leads With peeled shoulders and with balded heads When in the Tyrian war this King was hot Jehojakim his oath had clean forgot Thinks this the fittest time to break his bands Whilest Babels King thus deep engaged stands But he whose fortunes all were in the ebbe Had all his hopes like to a spiders web For this great King withdraws part of his force To Judah marches with a speedy course And unexpected finds the feeble Prince Whom he chastis'd thus for his proud offence Fast bound intends to Babel him to send But chang'd his mind caus'd his life there end Then cast him out like to a naked Ass For this is he for whom none said alas His son he suffered three months to reign Then from his throne he pluck'd him down again Whom with his mother he to Babel led And seven and thirty years in prison fed His Uncle he establish'd in his place Who was last King of holy Davids race But he as perjur'd as Jehojakim They lost more now then e're they lost by him Seven years he kept his faith and safe he dwells
did begin in th' end its found My Subjects bare my Brain is bad Or better Lines you should have had The first fell in so nat'rally I knew not how to pass it by The last though bad I could not mend Accept therefore of what is pen'd And all the faults that you shall spy Shall at your feet for pardon cry The four Monarchyes the Assyrian being the first beginning under Nimrod 131. Years after the Flood WHen time was young World in Infancy Man did not proudly strive for Soveraignty But each one thought his petty Rule was high If of his house he held the Monarchy This was the golden Age but after came The boisterous son of Chus Grand-Child to â—am That mighty Hunter who in his strong toyles Both Beasts and Men subjected to his spoyles The strong foundation of proud Babel laid Erech Accad and Culneh also made These were his first all stood in Shinar land From thence he went Assyria to command And mighty Niniveh he there begun Not finished till he his race had run Resen Caleh and Rehoboth likewise By him to Cities eminent did rise Of Saturn he was the Original Whom the succeeding times a God did call When thus with rule he had been dignifi'd One hundred fourteen years he after dy'd Belus Great Nimrod dead Belus the next his Son Confirms the rule his Father had begun Whose acts and power is not for certainty Left to the world by any History But yet this blot for ever on him lies He taught the people first to Idolize Titles Divine he to himself did take Alive and dead a God they did him make This is that Bel the Chaldees worshiped Whose Priests in Stories oft are mentioned This is that Baal to whom the Israelites So oft profanely offered sacred Rites This is Beelzebub God of Ekronites Likewise Baalpeor of the Mohabites His reign was short for as I calculate At twenty five ended his Regal date Ninus His father dead Nirus begins his reign Transfers his seat to the Assyrian plain And mighty Nineveh more mighty made Whose Foundation was by his Grand-sire laid Four hundred forty Furlongs wall'd about On which stood fifteen hundred Towers stout The walls one hundred sixty foot upright So broad three Chariots run a brest there might Upon the pleasant banks of Tygris floud This stately Seat of warlike Ninus stood This Ninus for a God his Father canonized To whom the sottish people sacrifiâ—ed This Tyrant did his Neighbours all oppress Where e're he warr'd he had too good success Barzanes the great Aâ—mâ—niaâ— King By force and fraud did under Tribute bring The Median Country he did also gain Thernus their King he caused to be slain An Army of three millions heled out Against the Bactrians but that I doubt Zorâ—aster their King he likewise flew And all the greater Asia did subdue Semiramis from Menon did he take Then drown'd himself did Menon for her sake Fifty two years he reign'd as we are told The world then was two thousand nineteen old Semiramis This great oppressing Ninus dead and gone His wife Semiramis usurp'd the Throne She like a brave Virago playd the Rex And was both shame and glory of her Sex Her birth place was Philistines Ascolan Her mother Dorceta a Curtizan Others report she was a vestal Nun Adjudged to be drown'd for th' crime she 'd done Transform'd into a Fish by Venus will Her beauteous face they feign reteining still Sure from this Fiction Dagon first began Changing the womans face into a man But all agree that from no lawfull bed This great renowned Empress issued For which she was obscurely nourished Whence râ—se that Fable she by birds was fed This gallant Dame unto the Bactrian warre Accompanying her husband Menon farr Taking a town such valour she did show That Ninus amorous of her soon did grow And thought her fit to make a Monarchs wife Which was the cause poor Menon lost his life She flourishing with Ninus long did reign Till her Ambition caus'd him to be slain That having no Compeer she might rule all Or else she sought revenge for Menon's fall Some think the Greeks this slander on her cast As on her life Licentious and unchast That undeserv'd they blur'd her name and fame By their aspersions cast upon the same But were her virtues more or less or none She for her potency must go alone Her wealth she shewâ—d in building Babylon Admir'd of all but equaliz'd of none The Walls so strong and curiously was wrought That after Ages Skill by them was taught With Towers and Bulwarks made of costly stone Quadrangle was the form it stood upon Each Square was fifteen thousand paces long An hundred gates it had of mettal strong Three hundred sixty foot the walls in height Almost increâ—ible they were in breaâ—th Some writers say six Chariots might affront With great facility march saâ—e upon 't About the Wall a ditch to deep and wide That like a River long it did abide Three hundred thousand men here day by day Bestow'd their â—abour and receiv'd their pay And that which did all cost and Aâ—t excell The wondrous Temple was she rear'd to Bell Which in the midst of this brave Town was plac'd Continuing till Xerxes it defac'd Whose stately top above the Clouds did rise From whence Astrologers oft view'd the Skies This to desâ—ribe in each particular A structure rare I should but rudely marre Her Gardens Bridges Arches mounts and spires All eyes that saw or Ears that hear admires In Shinar plain on the Euphratian flood This wonder of the world this Babel stood An expedition to the East she made Staurobates his Country to invade Her Army of four millions did consist Each may believe it as his fancy list Her Camels Chariots Gallyes in such number As puzzles best Historians to remember But this is wonderful of all those men They say but twenty e're came back agen The River Judas swept them half away The rest Sâ—â—urobates in fight did slay This was last progress of this mighty Queen Who in her Country never more was seen The Poets feign'd her turn'd into a Dove Leaving the world to Venus soar'd above Which made the Assyrians many a day A Dove within their Ensigns to display Forty two years she reign'd and then she di'd But by what means we are not certifi'd Ninias or Zamies His Mother dead Ninias obtains his right A Prâ—nce wedded to ease and to delight Or else was his obedience very great To sit thus long obscure rob'd of his Seat Some write his Mother put his habit on Which made the people think they serv'd her Son But much it is in more then forty years This fraud in war nor peace at all appears More like it is his lust with pleasures fed He sought no rule till she was gone and dead VVhat then he did of worth can no man tell But is suppos'd to be that Amraphel VVho warr'd with Sodoms and Gomorrahs King ' Gainst
whom his trained bands Abram did bring But this is farre unlike he being Son Unto a Father that all Countryes won So suddenly should loose so great a state VVith petty Kings to joyne Confederate Nor can those Reasons which wise Raileih finds VVell satisfie the most considerate minds VVe may with learned Vsher better say He many Ages liv'd after that day And that Semiramis then flourished VVhen famous Troy was so beleaguered VVhat e're he was or did or how it fell VVe may suggest our thoughts but cannot tell For Ninias and all his race are left In deep oblivion of acts bereft And many hundred years in silence sit Save a few Names a new Bâ—rosuâ— writ And such as care not what befalls their fames May feign as many acts as he did Names It may suffice if all be true that 's past T' Sardanapalas next we will make haste Sardanapalas Sardanapalas Son to Ocrazapes VVho wallowed in all voluptuousness That palliardizing sot that out of dores Ne're shew'd his face but revell'd with his whores Did wear their garbs their gestures imitate And in their kind tâ— excel did emulate His baseness knowing and the peoples hate Kept close fearing his well deserved fate It chanc'd Arbaces brave unwarily His Master like a Strumpet clad did spye His manly heart disdained in the least Longer to serve this Metamorphos'd Beast Unto Belosus then he brake his mind Who sick of his disease â—e soon did find These two rul'd Media and Babilon Both for their King held their Dominion Belosus promised Arbaces aid Arbaces him fully to be repayd The last The Medes and Persians do invite Against their monstrous King to use their might Belosus the Chaldeans doth require And the Arabians to further his desire These all agree and forty thousand make The Rule from their unworthy Prince to take These Forces mustered and in array Sardanâ—palâ—s leaves his Apiâ—h play And though of wars he did abhor the sight Fear of his diadem did force him fight And either by his valour or his fate Arbaces Courage he did so abate That in dispair he left the Field and fled But with fresh hopes Belosus succoured From Bactria an Army was at hand Prest for this Service by the Kings Command These with celerity Arbaces meet And with all Terms of amity them greet With promises their necks now to unyoke And their Taxations sore all to revoke T'insranchise them to grant what they could crave No priviledge to want Subjects should have Only intreats them to joyn their Force with his And win the Crown which was the way to bliss Won by his loving looks more by his speech T' accept of what they could they all beseech Both sides their hearts their hands bands unite And set upon their Princes Camp that night Who revelling in Cups sung care away For victory obtain'd the other day And now surpris'd by this unlookt for fright Bereft of wits were slaughtered down right The King his brother leavs all to sustain And speeds himself to Niniveh amain But Salmeneus slain the Army falls The King 's pursu'd unto the City Walls But he once in pursuers came to late The Walls and Gates their hast did terminate There with all store he was so well provided That what Arbaces did was but derided Who there incamp'd two years for little end But in the third the River prov'd his friend For by the rain was Tygris so o'reflown Part of that stately Wall was overthrown Arbaces marches in the Town he takes For few or none it seems resistance makes And now they saw fulfil'd a Prophesy That when the River prov'd their Enemy Their strong wal'd Town should suddenly be taken By this accomplishment their hearts were shaken Sardanapalas did not seek to fly This his inevitable destiny But all his wealth and friends together gets Then on himself and them a fire he sets This was last Monarch of great Ninus race That for twelve hundred years had held the place Twenty he reign'd same time as Stories tell That Aâ—â—zâ—ah as King of Israel His Father was then King as we suppose VVhen Jonah for their sins denounc'd those woes He did repent the threatning was not done But now accomplish'd in his wicked Son Arbaces thus of all becoming Lord Ingeniously with all did keep his word Of Babylon Belosus he made King VVith overplus of all the wealth therein To Bactrians he gave their liberty Of Ninivites he caused none to dye But suffer'd with their goods to go else where Not granting them now to inhabit there For he demolished that City great And unto Media transfer'd his Seat Such was his promise which he firmly made To Medes and Persians when he crav'd their aid A while he and his race aside must stand Not pertinent to what we have in hand And Belochus in 's progeny pursue VVho did this Monarchy begin anew Belosus or Belochus Belosus setled in his new old Seat Not so content but aiming to be great Incroaching still upon the bordering lands Till Mesopotamia he got in 's hands And either by compound or else by strength Assyria he gain'd also at length Then did rebuild destroyed Nineveh A costly work which none could do but he VVho own'd the Treasures of proud Babylon And those that seem'd with Sardanapal's gone For though his Palace did in ashes lye The fire those Mettals could not damnifie From these with diligence he rakes Arbaces suffers all and all he takes He thus inricht by this new tryed gold Raises a Phaenix new from grave o' th old And from this heap did after Ages see As fair a Town as the first Niniveh VVhen this was built and matters all in peace Molests poor Israel his wealth t' increase A thousand Talents of Menaâ—em had Who to be rid of such a guest was glad In sacrid writ he 's known by name of Pul. Which makes the world of difference so full That he and Belochus could not one be But Circumstance doth prove the verity And times of both computed so fall out That these two made but one we need not doubt What else he did his Empire to advance To rest content we must in ignorance Forty eight years he reâ—gâ—'d his race then run He left his new got Kingdome to his Son Tiglath Pulassar Belosus dead Tiglath his warlike Son Next treads those steps by which his Father won Damascus ancient Seat of famous Kings Under subjection by his Sword he brings Resin their valiant King he also slew And Syriâ— t' obedience did subdue Judas had King occasioned this war When Resins force his Borders sore did marre And divers Cities by strong hand did seaze To Tiglath then doth Ahaz send for ease The Temple robs so to fulfil his ends And to Assyâ—ia's King a present sends I am thy Servant and thy Son quoth he From Resin and from Pekah set me free Gladly doth Tiglath this advantage take And succours Ahaz yet for Tiglath's sake Then Resin slain his Army
But in the eighth against his Prince rebels The ninth came Nebuchadnezzar with power Besieg'd his city temple Zions tower And after eighteen months he took them all The Walls so strong that stood so long now fall The cursed King by flight could no wise fly His well deserv'd and foretold misery But being caught to Babels wrathfull King With children wives and Nobles all they bring Where to the sword all but himself were put And with that wofull sight his eyes close shut Ah! hapless man whose darksome contemplation Was nothing but such gastly meditation In midst of Babel now till death he lyes Yet as was told ne're saw it with his eyes The Temple 's burnt the vessels had away The towres and palaces brought to decay Where late of harp and Lute were heard the noise Now Zim Jim lift up their scrieching voice All now of worth are Captive led with tears And sit bewailing Zion seventy years With all these conquests Babels King rests not No not when Moab Edom he had got Kedar and Hazar the Arabians too All Vassals at his hands for Grace must sue A total conquest of rich Egypt makes All rule he from the ancient Phraohes takes Who had for sixteen hundred years born sway To Babilons proud King now yields the day Then Put and Lud do at his mercy stand VVhere e're he goes he conquers every land His sumptuous buildings passes all conceit Which wealth and strong ambition made so great His Image Judahs Captives worship not Although the Furnace be seven times more hot His dreams wise Daniel doth expound full well And his unhappy chang with grief foretell Strange melancholy humours on him lay Which for seven years his reason took away VVhich from no natural causes did proceed But for his pride so had the heavens decreed The time expir'd bruitish remains no more But Goverment resumes as heretofore In splendor and in Majesty he sits Contemplating those times he lost his witts And if by words we may ghess at the â—eart This king among the righteous had a part Fourty four years he reign'd which being run He left his wealth and conquests to his son Evilmerodach Babels great Monarch now laid in the dust His son possesses wealth and rule as just And in the first year of his Royalty Easeth Jehojakims Captivity Poor forlorn Prince 〈◊〉 had all state forgot In seven and thirty years had seen no jot Among the conquer'd Kings that there did ly Is Judah's King now lifted up on high But yet in Babel he must still remain And native Canaan never see again Unlike his Father Evilmerodach Prudence and magnanimity did lack Fair Egypt is by his remisness lost Arabia and all the bordering coast Warrs with the Medes unhappily he wag'd Within which broyles rich Croesus was ingag'd His Army routed and himself there slain His Kingdome to Belshazzar did remain Belshazzar Unworthy Belshazzar next wears the crown Whose acts profane a sacred Pen sets down His lust and crueltyes in storyes find A royal State rulâ—d by a bruitish mind His life so base and dissolute invites The noble Persian to invaâ—e his rights Who with his own and Uncles power anon Layes sieâ—ge to 's Regal Seat proud Baâ—â—n The coward King whose strength lay in his walls To banquetting and revelling now falls To shew his little dread but greater store To chear his friends and scorn his foes the more The holy vessels thither brought long since They carrows'd in and sacrilegious prince Did praise his Gods of mettal wood and stone Protectors of his Crown and Babylon But he above his doings did deride And with a hand soon dashed all this pride The King upon the wall casting his eye The fingers of a hand writing did spy Which horrid sight he fears must needs portend Destruction to his Crown toâ—s Person end With quaking knees and heart appall'd he cries For the Soothsayers and Magicians wise This language strange to read and to unfold With gifts of Scarlet robe and Chain of gold And highest dignity next to the King To him that could interpret clear this thing But dumb the gazing Astrologers stand Amazed at the writing and the hand None answers the affrighted Kings intent Who still expects some fearful sad event As dead alive he sits as one undone In comes the Queen to chear her heartless Son Of Daniel tells who in his grand-sires dayes VVas held in more account then now he was Dâ—niel in haste is brought before the King VVho doth not flatter nor once cloak the thing Reminds him of his Grand-Sires height and fall And of his own notorious sins withall His Drunkenness and his profaness high His pride and sottish gross Idolatry The guilty King with colour pale and dead Then hears his Mene and his Tekel read And one thing did worthy a King though late Perform'd his word to him that told his fate That night victorious Cyrus took the town Vâ—ho soon did terminate his life and crown VVith him did end the race of Baladan And now the Persian Monarchy began The End of the Assyrian Monarchy The Second Monarchy being the Persian began under Cyrus Darius being his Uncle and Father-in-law reigned with him about two years CYrus Cambyses Son of Persia King Whom Lady Mandana did to him bring She daughter unto great Astiages He in descent the seventh from Arbaces Cambyseâ— was of Achemenes race VVho had in Persia the Lieftenants place VVhen Sardanapalus was overthrown And from that time had helâ— it as his own Cyrus Darius Daughter took to wife And so unites two Kingdomes without strife Darius unto Manâ—aâ—a was brother Adopts her son for his having no other This is of Cyrus the true pedegree VVhose Ancestors were royal in degree His Mothers dream and Grand-Sires cruelty His preservation in his misery His nourishment afforded by a Bitch Are fit for such whose ears for Fables itch He in his younger dayes an Army led Against great Cressâ—â— then of Lidia head Who over-curious of wars event For information to Apollo went And the ambiguous Oracle did trust So overthrown by Cyrus as was just Who him pâ—asues to Sardis takes the Town Where all that dare resist are slaughter'd down Disguised Cressus hop'd to scape i' th' throng Who had no might to save himself from wrong But as he past his Son who was born dumb With pressing grief and sorrow overcome Among the tumult bloud-shed and the strife Brake his long silence cry'd spare Cressus life Cressus thus known it was grâ—at Cyrus doom A hard decree to ashes he consume Then on a wood pile set where all might eye He Solon Solon Solon thrice did cry The Reason of those words Cyrus demands Who Solon was to whom he lifts his hands Then to the King he makes this true report That Solon sometimes at his stately Court His Treasures pleasures pomp and power dâ—d see And viewing all at all nought mov'd was he That Cressus angry urg'd him to express If ever King
equal'd his happiness Quoth he that man for happy we commend Whose happy life attains an happy end Cyrus with pitty mov'd knowing Kings stand Now up and down as fortune turns her hand Weighing the Age and greatness of the Prince His Mothers Uncle stories do evince Gave him his life and took him for a friend Did to him still his chief deâ—igns commend Next war the restless Cyrus thought upon Was conquest of the stately Babilon Now treble wall'd and moated so about That all the world they need not fear nor doubt To drain this ditch he many Sluces cut But till convenient time their heads kept shut That night Belshazzar feasted all his rout He cut those banks and let the River out And to the walls securely marches on Not finding a defendant thereupon Enters the Town the sottish King he sâ—ayes Upon Earths richest spoyles his Souldiers preys Here twenty years provision good he found Forty five miles this City scarce could round This head of Kingdomes Chaldees excellence For Owles and Satyres made a residence Yet wondrous monuments this stately Queen A thousand years had after to beseen Cyrus doth now the Jewish Captives free An Edict made the Temple builded be He with his Uncle Daniel sets on high And caus'd his foes in Lions Den to dye Long after this he gainst the Scythians goes And Tomris Son and Army overthrows VVhich to revenge she hires a mighty power And sets on Cyrus in a fatal hour There routs his Host himself she prisoner takes And at one blow worlds head she headless makes The which she bath'd within a But of bloud Using such taunting words as she thought good But Xenophoâ— reports he di'd in 's bed In honour peace and wealth with a grey head And in his Town of Bassagardes lyes VVhere some long after sought in vain for prize But in his Tombe was only to be sound Two Scythian boys a Sword and Target round And Alexander coming to the same VVith honours great did celebrate his fame Three daughters and two Sons he left behind Innobled more by birth then by their mind Thirty two years in all this Prince did reign But eight whilst Babylon he did retain And though his conquests made the earth to groan Now quiet lyes under one marble stone And with an Epitaph himself did make To shew how little Land he then should take Cambyses Cambyses no waves like his noble Sire Yet to inlarge his State had some desire His reign with bloud and Incest first begins Then sends to find a Law for these his sins That Kings with Sisters match no Law they find But that the Persian King may act his mind He wages war the fifth year of his reign ' Gainst Egypts King who there by him was slain And all of Royal Bloud that came to hand He seized first of Life and then of Land But little Narus scap'd that cruel sate VVho grown a man resum'd again his State He next to Cyprus sends his bloudy Host VVho landing soon upon that fruitful Coast Made Evelthon their King with bended knee To hold his own of his free Courtesie Their Temple he destroys not for his Zeal For he would be profest God of their weal Yea in his pride he ventured so farre To spoyle the Temple of great Jupiter But as they marched o're those desert sands The stormed dust o'rewhelm'd his daring bands But scorning thus by Jove to be outbrav'd A second Army he had almost grav'd But vain he found to fight with Elements So left his sacrilegious bold intents The Egyptian Apis then he likewise slew Laughing to scorn that sottish Calvish Crew If all this heat had been for pious end Cambyses to the Clouds we might commend But he that 'fore the Gods himself prefers Is more profane then gross Idolaters He after this upon suspition vain Unjustly caus'd his brother to be slain Praxaspes into Persia then is sent To act in secret this his lewd intent His Sister whom Incestuously he wed Hearing her harmless brother thus was dead His wofull death with tears did so bemoan That by her husbands charge she caught her own She with her fruit at once were both undone Who would have born a Nephew and a son Oh hellesh husband brother uncle Sire Thy cruelty all ages will admire This strange severity he sometimes us'd Upon a Judge for taking bribes accus'd I lay'd him alive hung ' up his stuffed skin Over his seat then plac'd his son therein To whom he gave this in remembrance Like sault must look for the like recompence His cruelty was come unto that height He spar'd nor foe nor friend nor favourite 'T would be no pleasure but a tedious thing To tell the facts of this most bloody King Feared of all but lovâ—d of few or none All wisht his short reign past before 't was done At last two of his Officers he hears Had set one Smerdiâ— up of the same years And like in feature to his brother dead Ruling as they thought best under this head The people ignorant of what was done Obedience yielded as to Cyrus son Toucht with this news to Persia he makes But in the way his sword just vengeance takes Unsheathes as he his horse mounted on high And with a mortal thrust wounds him i th' thigh Which ends before begun his home-bred warr So yields to death that dreadfull Conquerour Grief for his brothers death he did express And more because he died Issueless The male line of great Cyrus now had end The Female to many Ages did extend A Babylon in Egypt did he make And Meroâ— built for his fair Sisters sake Eight years he reign'd a short yet too long time Cut off in 's wickedness in 's strength and prime The inter regnum between Cambyses And Darius Histaspes Childless Cambyses on the sudden dead The Princes meet to chuse one in his stead Of which the chief was seven call'd Satrapes Who like to Kings rul'd Kingdomes as they please Descended all of Achemenes bloud And Kinsmen in account to th' King they stood And first these noble Magi 'gree upon To thrust th' imposter Smerdis out of Throne Then Forces instantly they raise and rout This King with his Conspirators so stout But yet ' â—ore this was done much bloud was shed And two of these great Peers in Field lay dead Some write that sorely hurt they scap'd away But so or no sure 't is they won the day All things in peace and Rebels throughly quell'd A Consultation by those States was held What form of government now to erect The old or new which best in what respect The greater part declin'd a Monarchy So late crusht by their Princes tyranny And thought the people would more happy be If govern'd by an Aristocracy But others thought none of the dullest brain That better one then many tyrants reign What Arguments they usâ—d I know not well Too politick its like for me to tell But in conclusion they all agree Out of
their Controversies they 'l decide Ten dayes these Armyes did each other face Mardonius finding victuals wast apace No lâ—nger dar'd but bravely on set gave The other not a hand nor Sword would wave Tiâ—l in the â—ntrails of their Sacrifice The signal of their victory did rise Which found like Greeks they fight the Persians fly And troublesome Mardonius now must dye All 's lost and of three hundred thousand men Three thousand only can run home agen For pitty let those few to Xerxes go To certifie his final overthrow Same day the small remainder of his Fleet The Grecians at Mycale in Asia meet And there so utterly they wrackt the same Scarce one was left to carry home the Fame Thus did the Greeks consume destroy disperse That Army which did fright the Universe Scorn'd Xerxes bated for his cruelty Yet ceases not to act his villany His brothers wife solicites to his will The chast and beautious Dame refused still Some years by him in this vain suit was spent Nor prayers nor gifts could win him least content Nor matching of her daughter to his Son But she was still as when he first begun When jealous Queen Amestris of this knew She Harpy like upon the Lady flew Cut off her breasts her lips her nose and ears And leavs her thus besmear'd in bloud and tears Straight comes her Lord and finds his wife thus ly The sorrow of his heart did close his Eye He dying to behold that wounding sight Where he had sometime gaz'd with great delight To see that face where rose and Lillyes stood O'reflown with Torrent of her guiltless bloud To see those breasts where Chastity did dwell Thus cut and mangled by a Hag of Hell With loaden heart unto the King he goes Tells as he could his unexpressed woes But for his deep complaints and showres of tears His brothers recompence was nought but jears The grieved prince finding nor right nor love To Bactria his houshold did remove His brother sent soon after him a crew With him and his most barbarously there slew Unto such height did grow his cruelty Of life no man had least security At last his Uncle did his death conspire And for that end his Eunuch he did hire Who privately him smother'd in his bed But yet by search he was found murthered Then Artabanus hirer of this deed That from suspition he might be fre'd Accus'd Darius Xâ—â—xes eldest Son To be the Author of the crime was done And by his craft order'd the matter so That the Prince innocent to death did goe But in short time this wickedness was known For which he died and not he alone But all his Family was likewise slain Such Justice in the Persian Court did reign The eldest son thus immaturely dead The second was inthron'd in 's fathers stead Artaxerxes Longimanus Amongst the Monarchs next this prince had place The best that ever sprung of Cyrus race He first war with revolted Egypt made To whom the perjur'd Grecians lent their aid Although to Xerxes they not long before A league of amity had firmly swore Which had they kept Greece had more nobly done Then when the world they after overrun Greeks and Egyptians both he overthrows And payes them both according as he owes Which done a sumptuous feast makes like a king Where ninescore dayes are spent in banquetting His Princes Nobles and his Captains calls To be partakers of these Festivals His hangings white and green and purple dye With gold and silver beds most gorgeously The royal wine in golden cups did pass To drink more then he list none bidden was Queen Vasthi also feasts but 'fore t is ended She 's from her Royalty alas suspended And one more worthy placed in her room By Memucans advice so was the doom What Esther was and did the story read And how her Country men from spoyle she freed Of Hamans fall and Mordicaes great Rise The might of th' prince the tribute of the Isles Good Ezra in the seventh year of his reign Did for the Jews commission large obtain With gold and silver and what ere they need His bounty did Darius far exceed And Nehemiah in his twentieth year Went to Jerusalem his city dear Rebuilt those walls which long in rubbish lay And o're his opposites still got the day Unto this King Themistocles did fly When under Ostracisme he did lye For such ingratitude did Athens show This valiant Knight whom they so much did owe Such royal bounty from his prince he found That in his loyalty his heart was bound The king not little joyfull of this chance Thinking his Gresian warrs now to advance And for that end great preparation made Fair Attica a third time to invade His grand-Sires old disgrace did vex him sore His Father Xerxes loss and shame much more For punishment their breach of oath did call This noble Greek now fit for General Provisions then and season being fit To Themistocles this warr he doth commit Who for his wrong he could not chuse but deem His Country nor his Friends would much esteem But he all injury had soon forg it And to his native land could bear no hate Nor yet disloyal to his Prince would prove By whom oblig'd by bounty and by love Either to wrong did wound his heart so sore To wrong himself by death he chose before In this sad conflict marching on his wayes Strong poyson took so put an end to 's dayes The King this noble Captain having lost Disperst again his newly levied host Rest of his time in peace he did remain And di'd the two and forti'th of his reign Darius Nothus Three sons great Artaxerxes left behind The eldest to succeed that was his mind His second Brother with him fell at strife Stil making war till first had lost his life Then the Surviver is by Nothus slain Who now sole Monarch doth of all remain The two first sons are by Historians thought By fair Queen Esther to her husband brought If so they were the greater was her moan That for such graceless wreâ—â—hes she did groan Revolting Egypt ' gainst this King rebels His Garisons drives out that ' mongst them dwells Joyns with the Greeks anâ— so maintain their right For sixty years maugre the Persians might A second trouble after this succeeds Which from remissness in â—â—eâ—s Asiâ— breeds Amoâ—ges whom for Vice-Roy he ordain'd Revolts treasure and people having gain'd Plunders the Country much mischief wrought Before things could to quietness be brought The King was glad with Sparta to make peace That so he might those troubles soon appease But they in Asia must first restore All towns held by his Ancestors before The King much profit reaped by this league Regains his own then doth the Rebel break Whose strength by Grecians help was overthrown And so each man again possest his own This King Cambises like his sister wed To which his pride more then his lust him led For Persian Kings then deem'd
But Kings ne're want such as can serve their will Fit Instruments t' accomplish what is ill As Tyssaphernes knowing his masters mind Their chief Commanders feasts and yet more kind With all the Oaths and deepest Flattery Gets them to treat with him in privacy But violates his honour and his word And Villain like there puts them all to th' Sword The Greeks seeing their valiant Captains slain Chose Xenophon to lead them home again But Tissaphernes what he could devise Did stop the way in this their enterprize But when through difficulties all they brake The Country burnt they no relief might take But on they march through hunger through cold Oâ—re mountains rocks and hills as lions bold Nor Rivers course nor Persians force could stay But on to Trabesond they kept their way There was of Greeks setled a Colony Who after all receiv'd them joyfully Thus finishing their travail danger pain In peace they saw their native soyle again The Greeks now as the Persian king suspects The Asiaticks cowardiâ—e detects The many victoryes themselves did gain The many thousand Persians they had slain And how their nation with facillity Might gain the universal Monarchy They then Dercilladus send with an host Who with the Spartans on the Asian coast Town after town with small resistance take Which rumour makes great Artaxerxes quake The Greeks by this success encourag'd so Their King Agesilaâ—s doth over goe By Tissaphernes is encountered Lieftenant to the King but soon he fled Which overthrow incens'd the King so sore That Tissaphern must be Viceroy no more Tythraustes then is placed in his stead Commission hath to take the others head Of that perjurious wretch this was the fate Whom the old Queen did bear a mortal hate Tytâ—â—austes trusts more to his wit then Arms And hopes by craft to quit his Masters harms He knows that many Towns in Greece envyes The Spartan State which now so fast did rise To them he thirty thousand Tallents sent With suit their Arms against their Foes be bent They to their discontent receiving hire With broyles and quarrels sets all Greece on fire Agesilaus is call'd home with speed To defend more then offend there was need Their winnings loâ—â— and peace their glad to take On such conditions as the King will make Dissention in Greece continued so long Till many a Captain tell both wise and strong Whose courage nought but death could ever tame ' Mongst these Epimanondas wants no same VVho had as noble Raileigh doth evince All the peculiar virtues of a Prince But let us leave these Greeks to discord bent And turn to Persia as is pertinent The King from forreign parts now well at ease His home bred troubles sought how to appease The two Queens by his means seem to abate Their former envy and inveterate hate But the old Queen implacable in strife By poyson caus'd the young one lose her life The King highly inrag'd doth hereupon From Court exile her unto Babilon But shortly calls her home her counsells prize A Lady very wicked but yet wise Then in voluptuousness he leads his life And weds his daughter for a second wife But long in ease and pleasure did not lye His sons sore vext him by disloyalty Such as would know at large his warrs and reign What troubles in his house he did sustain His match incestuous cruelties of th' Queen His life may read in Plutarch to be seen Forty three years he rul'd then turn'd to dust A King nor good nor valiant wise nor just Dorius Ochus Ochus a wicked and Rebellious son Succeeds in th' throne his father being gone Two of his brothers in his Fathers dayes To his great grief most subtilly he slayes And being King commands those that remain Of brethren and of kindred to be slain Then raises forces conquers Egypt land Which in rebellion sixty years did stand And in the twenty third of 's cruel raign Was by his Eunuch the proud Bagoas slain Arsames or Arses Arsames plac'd now in his fathers stead By him that late his father murthered Some write that Arsames was Oâ—hus brother Inthron'd by Bagoas in the room of th' other But why his brother 'fore his son succeeds I can no reason give ' cause none I read His brother as t is said long since was slain And scarce a Nephew left that now might reign What acts he did time hath not now left pen'd But most suppose in him did Cyrus end Whose race long time had worne the diadem But now 's divolved to another stem Three years he reign'd then drank of 's fathers cup By the same Eunuch who first set him up Darius Codomanus Darius by this Bagoas set in throne Complotter with him in the murther done And was no sooner setled in his reign But Bagoas falls to 's practices again And the same sauce had served him no doubt But that his troason timely was found out And so this wretch a punishment too small Lost but his life for horrid treasons all This Codomanus now upon the stage Was to his Predecessors Chamber pagâ—â— Some write great Cyrus line was not 〈◊〉 run But from some daughter this new king was sprung If so or not we cannot tell but find That several men will have their several mind Yet in such differences we may be bold With learned and â—udicious still to hold And this ' mongst all 's no Controverred thing That this Dariâ—â— was last Persian King Whose Wars and losses we may better tell In Alexâ—nder's reign who did him quell How from the top of worlds felicity He fell to depth of greatest misery Whose honours treasures pleasures had short stay One deluge came and swept them all away And in the sixth year of his hapless reign Of all did scarce his winding Sheet retain And last a sad Catastrophe to end Him to the grave did Traitor Bessus send The End of the Persian Monarchy The Third Monarchy being the Grecian beginning under Alexander the Great in the 112. Olympiad GReat Alexander was wise Philips son He to Amyntas Kings of Macedon The cruel proud Olympias was his Mother She to Epirus warlike King was daughter This Prince his father by Pausanias slain The twenty first of ' sage began to reign Great were the Gilts of nature which he had His education much to those did adde By art and nature both he was made fit To ' complish that which long before was writ The â—ry day of his Nativity To ground was burnt Dianaes Temple high An Omen to their near approaching woe Whose glory to the earth this king did throw His Rule to Greece he scorn'd should be confin'd The Universe scarce bound his proud vast mind This is the He-Goat which from Grecia came That ran in Choler on the Persian Ram That brake his horns that threw him on the ground To save him from his might no man was found Philip on this great Conquest had an eye But death did terminate those thoughts so high
did Romulus erect The Mistress of the World in each respect His brother Rhemus there by him was slain For leaping o're the wall with some disdain The stones at first was cemented with blood And bloody hath it prov'd since first it stood This City built and Sacrifices done A Form of Government he next begun A hundred Senators he likewise chose And with the style of Patres honoured those His City to replenish men he wants Great priviledges then to all he grants That will within those strong built walls reside And this new gentle Government abide Of wives there was so great a scarcity They to their neighbours sue for a supply But all disdain Alliance then to make So Romulus was forc'd this course ro take Great shews he makes at Tilt and Turnament To see these sports the Sabins all are bent Their daughters by the Romans then were caught Then to recover them a Field was fought But in the end to final peace they come And Sabins as one people dwelt in Rome The Romans now more potent 'gin to grow And Feainates they wholly overthrow But Romulus then comes unto his end Some seigning to the Gods he did ascend Others the seven and thirtyeth of his reign Affirm that by the Senate he was slain Numa Pompilius Numa Pompilius next chose they King Held for his piety some sacred thing To Janus he that famous Temple built Kept shut in peace set ope when blood was spilt Religious Rites and Customes instituted And Priests and Flamines likewise he deputed Their Augurs strange their gestures and attire And vestal maids to keep the holy fire The Nymph Aegeria this to him told So to delude the people he was bold Forty three years he rul'd with general praise Accounted for a God in after dayes Tullius Hostilius Tullius Hostilius was third Roman King Who Martial discipline in use did bring War with the antient Albans he did wage This strife to end six brothers did ingage Three call'd Horatii on the Romans side And Cuâ—tatii three Albans provide The Romans conquer th' other yield the day Yet in their Compact after false they play The Romans sore incens'd their General slay And from old Albâ— fetch the wealth away Of Latin Kings this was long since the Seat But now demolished to make Rome great Thirty two years did Tullus reign then dye Left Rome in wealth and power still growing high Ancus Martius Next Ancus Martius sits upon the Throne Nephew unto Pompilius dead and gone Rome he inlarg'd new built again the wall Much stronger and more beautiful withal A staâ—ely Bridge he over Tyber made Of Boats and Oars no more they need the aid Fair Ostia he built this Town it stood Close by the mouth of famous Tyber â—oud Twenty four years time of his Royal race Then unto death unwillingly gives place Tarquinius Priscus Tarquin a Greek at Corinth born and bred Who from his Country for Sepition fled Is entertain'd at Rome and in short time By wealth and favour doth to honour climbe He after Martius death the Kingdome had A hundred Senators he more did add Wars with the Latins he again renews And Nations twelve of Tuscany subdues To such rude triumphs as young Rome then had Some State and splendor did this Priscus add Thirty eight years this stronger born did reign And after all by Ancus Sons was slain Servius Tullius Next Servius Tullius gets into the Throne Ascends not up By merits of his own But by the favour and the special grace Of Tanquil late Queen obtains the place He ranks the people into each degree As wealth had made them of ability A general Muster takes which by account To eighty thousand Souls then did amount Forty four years did Servius Tullius reign And then by Tarquin Priscus Son was slain Tarquinius Superbus the last King of the Romans Tarquin the proud from manners called so Sat on the Throne when he had slain his Foe Sextus his Son did most unworthily Luâ—retia force mirrour of Chastity She loathed so the fact she loath'd her life And shed her guiltless blood with guilty knife Her Husband sore incens'd to quit this wrong With Junius Brutus rose and being strong The Tarquins they from Rome by force expel In banishment perpetual to dwell The Government they change a new one bring And people swear ne'r to accept of King An Apology To finish what 's begun was my intent My thoughts and my endeavours thereto bent Essays I many made but still gave out The more I mus'd the more I was in doubt The subject large my mind and body weak With many moe discouragements did speak All thoughts of further progress laid aside Though oft perswaded â—as oft deny'd At length resolv'd when many years had past To prosecute my story to the last And for the same I hours not few did spend And weary lines though lanke I many pen'd But 'fore I could accomplish my desire My papers fell a prey to th' raging fire And thus my pains with better things I lost Which none had cause to wail nor I to boast No more I 'le do sith I have suffer'd wrack Although my Monarchies their legs do lack Nor matter is' t this last the world now sees Hath many Ages been upon his knees A Dialogue between Old England and New concerning their present Troubles Anno 164â— New-England ALas dear Mother fairest Queen and best With honour wealth and peace happy and blest What ails thee hang thy head cross thine arms And sit i' th' dust to sigh these sad alarms What deluge of new woes thus over-whelme The glories of thy ever famous Realme What means this wailing tone this mournful guise Ah tell thy daughter she may sympathize Old England Art ignorant indeed of these my woes Or must my forced tongue these griefs disclose And must my self dissect my tatter'd state Which ' mazed Christendome stands wondring at And thou a Child a Limbe and dost not feel My fainting weakned body now to reel This Physick purging potion I have taken Will bring consumption or an Ague quaking Unless some Cordial thou fetch from high Which present help may ease my malady If I decease dost think thou shalt survive Or by my wasting state dost think to thrive Then weigh our case if 't be not justly sad Let me lament alone while thou art glad New-England And thus alas your state you much deplore In general terms but will not say wherefore What medicine shall I seek to cure this woe If th' wound so dangerous I may not know But you perhaps would have me ghess it out What hath some Hâ—ngist like that Saxon stout By fraud or force usurp'd thy flowring crown Or by tempestuous warrs thy siâ—kls trod down Or hath Canutus that brave valiant Dane The Regal peacefull Scepter from thee tane Or is' t a Norman whose victorious hand With English blood bedews thy conquered land Or is' t Intestine warrs that thus offend Do Maud and Stephen for
the crown contend Do Barons rise and side against their King And call in foraign aid to help the thing Must Edward be depos'd or is' t the hour That second Richard must be clapt i' th tower Or is' t the fatal jarre again begun That from the red white pricking roses sprung Must Richmonds aid the Nobles now implore To come and break the Tushes of the Boar If none of these dear Mother what 's your woe Pray do you fear Spains bragging Armado Doth your Allye fair France conspire your wrack Or do the Scots play false behind your back Doth Holland quit you ill for all your love Whence is the storm from Earth or Heaven above Is' t drought is' t famine or is' t pestilence Dost feel the smart or fear the Consequence Your humble Child intreats you shew your grief Though Arms nor Purse she hath for your relief Such is her poverty yet shall be found A Suppliant for your help as she is bound Old England I must confess some of those sores you name My beauteous body at this present maime But forreign foe nor feigned friend I fear For they have work enough thou knowst elsewhere Nor is it Alcies Son nor Henryes daughter Whose proud contention cause this slaughter Nor Nobles siding to make John no King French Jews unjustly to the Crown to bring No Edward Richard to lose rule and life Nor no Lancastrians to renew old strife No Duke of â—ork nor Earl of March to soyle Their hands in kindreds blood whom they did foil No crafty Tyrant now usurps the Seat Who Nephews slew that so he might be great No need of Tudor Roses to unite None knows which is the red or which the white Spains braving Fleet a second time is sunk France knows how oft my fury she hath drunk By Edward third and Henry fifth of fame Her Lillies in mine Arms avouch the same My Sister Scotland hurts me now no more Though she hath been injurious heretofore What Holland is I am in some suspence But trust not much unto his excellence For wants sure some I feel but more I fear And for the Pestilence who knows how near Famine and Plague two Sisters of the Sword Destruction to a Land doth soon afford They 're for my punishment ordain'd on high Unless our tears prevent it speedily But yet I Answer not what you demand To shew the grievance of my troubled Land Before I tell th' Effect I 'le shew the Cause Which are my sins the breach of sacred Laws Idolatry supplanter of a Nation With foolish Superstitious Adoration Are lik'd and countenanc'd by men of might The Gospel troden down and hath no right Church Offices were sold and bought for gain That Pope had hope to find Rome here again For Oaths and Blasphemies did ever Ear. From Belzebub himself such language hear What scorning of the Saints of the most high What injuries did daily on them lye What false reports what nick-names did they take Not for their own but for their Masters sake And thou poor soul wert jeer'd among the rest Thy flying for the truth was made a jest For Sabbath-breaking and for drunkenness Did ever land profaness more express From crying blood yet cleansed am not I Martyres and others dying causelesly How many princely heads on blocks laid dowâ— For nought but title to a fading crown ' Mongst all the crueltyes by great ones done Of Edwards youths and Clarence hapless son O Jane why didst thou dye in flowring prime Because of royal stem that was thy crime For bribery Adultery and lyes Where is the nation I can't parallizâ— With usury extortion and oppression These be the Hydraes of my stout transgression These be the bitter fountains heads and roots Whence flow'd the source the sprigs the boughs fruits Of more then thou canst hear or I relate That with high hand I still did perpetrate For these were threatned the wofull day I mockt the Preachers put it far away The Sermons yet upon Record do stand That cri'd destruction to my wicked land I then believ'd not now I feel and see The plague of stubborn incredulity Some lost their livings some in prison pent Some fin'd from house friends to exile went Their silent tongues to heaven did vengeance cry Who saw their wrongs hath judg'd righteously And will repay it seven-fold in my lap This is fore-runner of my Aâ—terclap Nor took I warning by my neighbours falls I saw sad Germanyes dismantled walls I saw her people famish'd Nobles slain Her fruitfull land a barren Heath remain I saw unmov'd her Armyes foil'd and fled VVives forc'd babes toss'd her houses calcined I saw strong Rochel yielded to her Foe Thousands of starved Christians there also I saw poor Ireland bleeding out her last Such crueltyes as all reports have past Mine heart obdurate stood not yet agast Now sip I of that cup and just't may be The bottome dreggs reserved are for me New-England To all you 've said sad Mother I assent Your fearfull sins great cause there 's to lament My guilty hands in part hold up with you A Sharer in your punishment's my due But all you say amounts to this effect Not what you feel but what you do expect Pray in plain terms what is your present grief Then let 's joyn heads hearts for your relief Old England Well to the matter then there 's grown of late 'Twixt King and Peers a Question of State Which is the chief the Law or else the King One said it 's he the other no such thing 'T is said my beter part in Parliament To ease my grouning Land shew'd their intent To crush the proud and right to each man deal To help the Church and stay the Common-weal So many Obstacles came in their way As puts me to a stand what I should say Old customes new Prerogatives stood on Had they â—ot held Law fast all had been gone Which by their prudence stood them in such stead They took high Straffâ—rd lower by the head And to their Laud be 't spoke they held i' th tower All Englands Metropolitane that hour This done an act they would have passed fain No Prelate should his Bishoprick retain Here tugg'd they hard indeed for all men saw This must be done by Gospel noâ— by Law Next the Militia they urged sore This was deny'd I need not say wherefore The King displeas'd at York himself absents They humbly beg return shew their intents The writing printing posting too and fro Shews all was done I 'le therefore let it go But now I come to speak of my disaster Contention grown 'twixt Subjects their Master They worded it so long they fell to blows That thousands lay on heaps here bleeds my woes I that no wars so many years have known Am now destroy'd and slaught'red by mine own But could the Field alone this strife â—â—cide One Battel two or three I might abide But these may be beginnings of more woe Who