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Nevves from the Kings bath reporting nothing but an honest means whereby to establish an happy and much desired peace, in all His Majesties kingdoms generally.
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Pricket, Robert.
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1645
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Wing P3408; Thomason E290_19; ESTC R200141
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Foy you ran away Like to a brave and Noble Generall And left your men to th' worst might them befall O my good Lord full time enough you had And might a way unto your Peace have made Not by your running from but running to Your good King Charles and something so to do As might befit a Subject low submission And so have made your Peace on good Condition But neither God nor your good King could move you To do so as your God and King might love you But out you runne in your mis-leading way And so you do in your Rebellion stay What is 't my Lord you and your Armies crave Would you our good King Charles your Prisoner have Now God forbid Two Kings * so once were kept And both of life and Kingdoms were bereft To King and Kingdoms woe when Subjects shall Upon their King in terms imperious fall Sir if you will not with our will complye We will thereto enforce your Majesty Your words have sounded to the like effect And thereof do your deeds your selves detect We then must grant Our Soveraign justly stands Upon his Guard to keep out of your hands His Royall Person What! must Kings submit Unto their Subjects Can we think it fit That Subjects should their Soveraign's Judges be Out fall their eyes that this desire to see There is a Court where Christ the Judge doth sit Before whose judgement-Seat we all must meet T is he that sayes By me Kings rule and Reign T is He will then the Right of Kings maintain Gainst those he will his powerfull Justice arm Who His Annointed Touch and Prophets harm Good David did confesse he sinn'd that day When he the lap of Sauls Coaâ— cut away Is 't not a greater sinne when Subjects take All things from their good King and Shipwrack make Of all belonging to his Royall State And so their King and Kingdom ruinate Before the Lord our God of Kings the King When Subjects come to answer such a thing Unto what help can they themselves betake But to repent and restitution make It 's long before that Judge will come some say Judge Conscience know his Cour keeps every day If Conscience thee condemne thou ought'st to know Heavens Judge is greater giving Judgements blow The rule by which he judgeth is his Word This doth a most un-erring Truth afford If by this blessed Rule thou wilt be led By it not me be thou thus counselled My Noble Lord Your Royall King behold And then your self in Faiths obedience fold Ask but his Pardon 't is a Noble thing A Noble Subject yeelds unto his King And such a King whose mercy doth transcend The faults wherein his subjects can offend Then love your King His Pardon once obtain'd The love of God and King you then have gain'd So shall you then a Noble Subject be And all good Subjects will rejoyce to see When to your King you reconciled are And seek for Peace and stop the course of warre This is the thing for which we humbly pray And will rejoyce to see that happy day Then Noble Peer thy fellow-Peers perswade That Peace 'twixt King and People may be made So shall we all most heartily rejoyce And praise our Gracious God with heart and voice The Second Song My Mâ—se a â—ace to Manchester doth hye As hearing there are Irish Wares to buy Râ—ugh Irish Ruggs and horâ—ed Beasts full many Of Irish breed which are the worst of any My Muse a while doth go to look on those And see how there mongst them the Market goes EArl Manchester what an infectious stirre Is made by thee what rage doth make the spurre That drives thee on in Actions to proceed Whereby thou mak'st thy Native Country bleed The Scab the Botch the Murrain and the Byle Of Egypt was as thine not half so vile That onely did on the Egyptians fall Gods people were therewith not hurt at all But now Rebâ—llion ayded by thy hand Doth with a Plague fill all thy Native Land And like a Leprosâ—e infecteth so As all the Kingdom sensible of woe Mourns to behold the Ruine that is brought Upon her self by her own Children wrought And here at thee I wonder more the rather Because the Sâ—nne of such a Noble Father That Noble Root whence thou a Branch art grown Was to his King a faithfull Subject known For Fourty yeers I all his wayes observ'd And for my part I never found he swerv'd From Rules of Justice but did think that he Might wash his hands as from Corruption free What others have laid to his charge of late For me to question now 't is out of date Because hee 's gone away to his last home And long before this time hath known his doom The time was when a Parliament could do it Which question 's greatest men and makes them rue it When guilty found That Court doth over awe The greatest Peers that sinne against the Lawe And calls them to account Thus Subjects all Unto that High Court's Censure stand or fall Their power reacheth over every Soul Except the King Hee 's free from their controul For they but Subjects are He is their King And must obeyed be in every thing If not in active yet in passive wayes This ever was the Christian Subjects praise Who rather would his deâ—rest blood expend By suffering then their God and Prince offend By damn'd Rebâ—llion Noble Earl what shame What great dishonour hast thou brought thy name Unto I do not know the like was done By any of thy house before to run In such Rebellious courses none hath stain'd Thy race that way none unto it hath gain'd The name of Rebell Thou I must confesse A yonger brother hast who runs no lesse Yet in another way He takes Romes part And therein thou like him a Rebell art He runs from his obedience to his King And so do'st thou the very self same thing Romes Soveraign Power thou seemest to deny Yet grantest not our Kings Supremacy If good King Charles Supreme in all things be Why then do'st thou from thy obedience flee because therein thou would'st with Rome agree For shame my Lord for shame this error see Thou had'st an Uncle by thy Fathers side A noble Reverend Prelate that did ride In Honours Chariot for his vertuous life Who made Gods House his most endeared wife Bath Church will ever sound his honoured praise Out of the Dust he did her beauty raise And she doth there unto the world present His blessed memory in his Monument I 'me suâ—e that he withstood Romes Popery And did maintain Truths written verity What makes thee then thus to degenerate The Churches Cause Yes yes so some do prate In Church Religion pure to keep is 't that Hath made thee do indeed thou know'st not what A Proud perverse and peevish Puritan Doth want no ill that can be in a Man And yet he will Religious seem to be O horrible 't is more then shame to see