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A reasonable motion in the behalfe of such of the clergie, as are now questioned in Parliament for their places Together with the conference betwixt the two great associates, William Arch bishop of Canterbury, and Thomas late Earle of Strafford.
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Wing R462A; ESTC R200377
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A Reasonable Motion IN The behalfe of such of the CLERGIE As are now questioned in PARLIAMENT for their places Together with the Conference betwixt the two great Associates WILLIAM Arch bishop of CANTERBURY and THOMAS late Earle of STRAFFORD Printed in the unfortunate Yeare to Priests 1641. VOuchsafe GREAT LORDS with patience for to hear Our just request which we present you here 'T is said abroad that you the Church would free Of sundry faults which in the same there be But that it 's feard and you perhaps conceive A change of things we Priests will not receive But will stand out for things we former had And doe them still though you shall thinke them bad But we doe hope by this to make it cleare That no such thing of us you need to feare For we like Scots will not such things put by As are impos'd by Soveraigne Majesty Nor are we like the Puritanish Sects who 'll doe no more than what the Word directs We never yet have shew'd our selves so ill But what the State enjoyn'd we did it still And that your Honours may be sure of this We can produce the ages past for us You know King Edward did the Masse put downe And set the Service Booke up in the roome We then the Clergy of the Land throughout Forsooke the old and tooke the newer up When he was dead and Mary had the Crowne Then up goes Masse and Service it comes downe Yet we Sir Priests as men of quiet spirits Obey'd the Prince and turn'd unto our vomits Some few yeares after Mary being dead The Crowne is set upon her Sisters head Now shee againe puts downe the Idoll Masse And hath the Service as before it was To this our Father Priests did then submit Though most perhaps did minde it was not fit Yet what the State did thinke for to be best They question not but do 't and therein rest What they have done we meane the like to doe Conforme our selves to things confirm'd by you If you put downe our Bishops from their Chaire Their Liturgie and Courts and other geere What next by you shall be enacted then Shall be observ'd by us the Clergie men But if you please to have them yet stand still We are content and yeeld to them we will For government and worship what care we Or Rites and Orders what in Church there be Our care is onely for to keep from wants For Conscience here we leave to Puritants And this we judge to be no wise mans case To deeme his Conscience better than his place The Canons late which were on us impos'd By you are thought not fit for to be us'd Yet we Sir Priests did stand so much in aw As that we meant to yeeld unto their Law And ere that we will leave our gainfull trade We 'll stoop to all what ere by man is made Therefore brave Lords as you in Court now sit So let Religion be as you thinke fit We take no thought this way about Gods will But how to keepe our Benefices still And hope we doe although the better part To cast us out can finde it in their heart Yet there are some will speake for poore Sir Johns For lazy Dogs old Priests and idle Drones For pluralists non-res'dents and such men The Clergy now consisting most of them And cause there is the matter should be so For if turn'd out alas what shall we doe It 's now so long since we forsooke the trade Of cobling weaving thatching and the spade That for to worke our bodies are unfit Nor can We bring our hearts at all to it If we therefore must let our Priest-hood fall This then we beg most humbly of you all That still we may enjoy our belly cheare And idly live without all worke or care And if your honours will but grant us this We are content if you will us dismisse For we came to the place for Conscience sake As to be fed and labour none to take But yet we thinke much better it will be That in the Priest-hood left alone be wee For if the Puritaines the onely men Who wish us out so that they may come in Doe get but once into our place and roome They will not doe as we poore fooles have done They are forsooth so scruplous in their wayes That if it be against Gods holy Lawes They will not doe it no although it be A thing required of his Majestie But as for us our carriage is not so If State command we never say it no And this we dare affirme there is no where A more Time-serving Clergy than is here When our sweet Bishops had by Act obtain'd To have Gods holy day with sports profan'd Although the purer sort against it taught Yet we conform'd although we knew 't was naught What ever Laud devis'd and on us cast We did the same to hold our livings fast And we fore-saw what further was his hope To bring us all in service to the Pope Which thing if he had once but brought to passe To yeeld thereto our full intentment was And thus we have your Honours made to see VVhy in the Priest-hood we should suffered be Namely for this and nothing else at all There 's nought so bad but yeeld thereto we shall Quid rides mutato nomine de te Fabula narratur Straff GOD save your Grace How doe you doe Cant. My Lord I thanke you well as you Straff I have not seene your Grace of late So full of mirth may't auspicate Some good event and such as we May by it finde our liberty The Proverb him unwise doth hold Who loves his fetters though of gold Cant. Last night my Lord some nobler dreame Then did to sanguine choler phlegme Or unto melancholy owe Its birth did on my fancy grow Me thoughts I was in Oxford where Lord Chancellours name and power I beare What shouts Saint Johns there to me gave My gladded eares yet ringing have I heard their labouring joyes and throng Of praises both in prose and song And as me thoughts from thence I came To Lambeth I still heard the same So loud that Eccho from White-hall Return'd them to my Lambeths wall Straff In such a dreame O who would keep A noyse to break your graces sleep And though dreames erre yet may this be To you a happy prophesie And such a One as may prove true And faire unto my selfe as you For so by one compact of wit Our Counsells were together knit So close so even they did goe To worke the Common weale its woe We cannot well our selves define What plot was yours or which was mine They were each others In-mates twins That vy'd which most should number sins Both slept both wak'd at once and whether They lost or won both play'd together Cant. My Lord you rage Straff You cannot call Truth a disease or rage at all Truth neither can nor will deceive you Cant. Farewell my Lord for I must leave you Straff Yet stay a while and give to me Once more your benedicitee I must confesse I did begin To chide but now forget my spleene Cant. It doth increase my joy and sure The joy may well your praise procure How thinke you would this Kingdome flout To heare we two were falling out Come be your selfe relate at length What arm'd Recusants what new strength May come from Ireland to relieve Our dying faction Straff Never grieve My setled Soule I doe not know That root on which one hope might grow But in conclusion there must be A Rope for you an Axe for me Cant. Was this your so well grounded guesse Of our increasing happinesse Ends thus your boasting that you could Get money men or what you would To curb the insolence of those That were or would become our foes False Straffords Earle Straff Stop there your Grace His tongue doth trot too round a pace Looke look abroad can you now see No Patent no Monopolee All your Projects all your fine Devices sick as Medium Wine Can now no more Lauds lawdlesse might The Parson from the Pulpit fright The Subject from the Kingdome What Could ruine doe which you did not Cant. There 's something yet undone 't is true But shortly to bee done to you Each Guard you have for 't is the will Of Fate to have you guarded still Shall serve the minister of your doome Your Executioner not your Groom Your head that masterd so much Art Ere long shall from your shoulders part Your blou'd your Scarlet must new dye Your Spurres fall off your Ermines flye And of so great so fear'd a Name Scarce left a man that loves your Fame Straff So so my Lord my heart is glad I owne that griefe your grace can mad Your head no doubt is growne the lighter Since dis-invested of the Miter It was too proud a waight and knowne To nurse bad thoughts t is better gone The Shepheards on their Sheep-hooks laugh And doe upbraid your Crosiers staffe No more your now deafe Chaplaines harke What houre shall speake you Patriarke Cant. Farewell farewell your Time-calls on Speake thoughts more sanctifi'd or none T is you must lead the way and I Shall follow after by and by Straff My life 's short knarled thred doth stand Expecting Fates impartiall hand Heav'n hath my thoughts my Lord yet stay Shall we nere meet againe Cant. We may There 's roome enough in heaven for two Have more transgrest than I or you But I what time and place forbeare To name 't is GOD knowes when and where FINIS