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The loyal citizen, or, Sedition laid open a satyr presented to all loyal citizens and subjects / by J.D., Gent.
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J. D., Gent.
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1682
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Wing D37; ESTC R1520
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THE Loyal Citizen OR SEDITION LAID OPEN A SATYR Presented to all LOYAL Citizens and Subjects Vivat Rex Floreat Justitiae By J. D. Gent. LONDON Printed for Walter Davis 1682. To all LOYAL Citizens and Subjects COnsidering at this Grand Juncture of Time the base Scandalous Pamphlets both against Majesty and Orthodoxal Divinity the private envy and Aspersions thrown upon so Worthy and Loyal a Person as the Right Honorable the Lord Mayor and the rest of the Loyal Citizens has forc'd me at last to send forth this Satyr under the Patronage of all well-wishing Subjects that you may a little perceive the devout holy Zeal which these envious Whigglanders bear both to Monarchy Church and People wherein you may partly perceive the Miseries all Loyalists suffer'd in the late Rebellious Times and what we are to expect and likely to undergo in case as God forbid of a second Relaps May Heaven of its mercy protect us from it and that our preservation in peace may be both the continual care of Heaven and all our Earthly Magistrates is both the Prayers and Hearty Wishes of your humble faithful fellow Subject and Servant J. D. TO ALL Serious Dissenters If such there be IT is not out of Envy either to you or to any Christian Soul upon Earth that I have writ this short Pamphlet but my real Love that I bear both to you and all my fellow Subjects That you may see how you are led by the Nose drawn into Disloyal Snares by pretended Zeal and an out-side Form of Divinity by those that will speak you fair and dissemblingly to the face and endeavour your ruin behind your backs by those that care not so their interest be preserved if all the rest of the World was destroyed I will entreat so much that you will patiently read it and Seriously consider it and then if you find me blame worthy let some of your Scribling Party Answer it and you shall hear more from him that is both a Lover of his King and Country J. D. THE Loyal Citizen OR SEDITION LAID OPEN A SATYR Presented to all Loyal CITIZENS and SUBJECTS BRave Moor thou glory of this Latter Age How are we bound to thank thee for thy pity Thy noble Spirit boldly dares t' ingage Those Zealots of our once call'd Loyal City Of Factions Fathers right the Factious Son Who wou'd with Jealousies and fears o'rerun Our happy Ile till we were all undone The Churches prayer's whilst they did all repent Cut off the sin ' gainst one Commandement That plainly tells the Fathers sins shall fall Upon the Son's Heaven still prefer ve our Nation Therefore to memory those words recall From Generation to Generation Ha's Heaven been Kinder than we could expect And shall our Zeal Heavens Kindness still neglect And on our Prince whom Heavens preserve reflect 'T is not so long since pray call back to mind Murd'ring the Sire then to the Son be Kind And say once more your Zeal had made you blind 'T was Zeal indeed taught by a homespun Taylor Doctâ—ing that 's next a Kâ—n to what James Naylor In the late times did preaâ—â— ' twâ—s Blasphemy That Naylor taught against our Heaveâ—ly King But Subtle 〈…〉 dealt more craftily He Sought the ruin of an Earthly King Which to our future comforts let all Know Created England Misery and wo. Look to great Moor although our Father's sâ—ns Are taken from us yet our Zeal begins To draw us back unto our Fathers blindness Taught by pretended Zeal dissembling kindness We only want to make our Eighty Two A Forty Eight then after have at you Which if they shou'd Great Heaven protect us still Out of the pow'r of Zealots and their ills Your self must then expect no greater pity Then poor young Royalists from proud Committee In the late Times scarecly a piece of Bread To satisfie their Hunger or a Bed To rest their weary Loyal Bones upon They might as well to Hell have made their moan As unto them for i' faith it was all one Here stands a Baron cringing to a Sadler A Noble Man saluting of a Cobler Makes his Addresses to his Lady Wife Who at the first beginning of her Life Was Dairy Maid unto his loving Mother And once from Hanging sav'd her eldest Brother A Gentleman with Hat in hand salutes A grave Old Broker yet the Fool Coâ—nutes For though that Sequestration made 'em rich It could not keep their Wives T from the Itch But some of those poor Gentlemen through want Was forc'd to be their Drudges and supplant Number of Horns to drain their good Wives purses Their Zealous Wives such was their fatal Curses To work tho' hard for what they knew their own So that to some at last 't was all one grown For they kept Servants and yet paid no wages Hansome Cash-keepers Youthful Grave all Ages But yet they was to their Cash-keepers Pages The grave Committee was their faithful Stewards Their Zealous Wives were Cash-keepers in few They had Estates and yet they had no Land words They had no Money yet money cou'd Command They Servants had yet Servants was their Masters Altho' they Eat their Servants are their Tasters But this good Fate did happen but to some The rest may Gang to France or else to Rome Fine World i' faith must certain Heaven please on Had it raign'd longer we had been deseas'd With all the Plagues of the Antipodes The Fools turn'd Wise the Wise men turned Fools The Children gone to Change Old Men to Schools Lie on the Floor and on us laid our Beds Wore Hat on Heels and walk'd upon out Heads Have Slept all day at night got up to Work Left to be Christians and at last turnld Turk Doubtless a second Babel had been Founded And heaven one more forc'd the earth t' have drowned Or else confus'd their base blaspheming Tongues Made them speak nothing right but all things wrong Instead of Plalms made them sing wanton Songs 'T is coming to 't again My Lord beware We be not drawn into a Second Snare There is just such illit'rate Whining Fellows Puffs out their Non-sence from their Plaugy Bellows They talk of Heaven of Angels and of Saints And in the end against Kings make Complaints They speak of great Jehovah and his Mercies Then presently call out of Popish Farcies They rail at none but follows right their Text Yet Bawls out Plaguyly if they be vext They breath you out O Lord an Hour together Hail Rain or Snow in Sun-shine or foul weather Cries out Beloved Oh! Look to your Lives But never tells 'em that they kiss their Wives O Lord look down on thy distressed Servants His Plaguy Subjects long for great Preferments They wou'd not be called Bishops but wou'd fain Over their Lands create a Second Reign They cry Beloved see poor Englands Teachers They 're Glutton Drunkard Simmonaical Preachers O my Beloved are such men as these Fit to teach Souls or great Jehovah please Why no