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Dr Wild's humble thanks for His Majesties gracious declaration for liberty of conscience, March 15. 1672.
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Wild, Robert, 1609-1679.
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Wing W2129A; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.2[81]; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.4[241]
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D r WILD's Humble Thanks For His MAJESTIES Gracious DECLARATION for Liberty of Conscience March 15. 1672. No not one word can I of this Great Deed In Merlin Old Mother Shipton read Old Tyburn take those Tychobrahe Imps As Silger who would be accounted Pimps To the Amorous Planets they the Minute know When Jove did Cuckold old Amphitryo â—en Mars and made Venus wink and glances Their close Conjunctions and mid-night Dances When costive Saturn goes to stool and vile Thief Mercury doth pick his Fob the while When Lady Luna leaks and makes her man Throw 't out of Window into th' Ocean More subtle than the Excise-men here below What 's spent in every Sign in Heaven they know Cunning Intelligencers they will not miss To tell us next year the success of this They correspond with Dutch and English Star As one once did with CHARLES and Oliver The Bankers also might have had they gone What Planet governe'd the Exchequer known Old Lilly though he did not love to make Any words oâ—'t saw the English take Five of the Smyrna Fleet and if the Sign Had been Aquarius then they 'd made them Nine When Sagitarius took his aim to shoot At Bishop Cosin he spyed him no doubt And with such force the winged Arrow flew Instead of one Church Stagg he killed two Glocester and Durbam when he espy'd Let Lean and Fat go together he cry'd Well Wille Lilly thou knew'st all this as well As I and yet wouldst not their Lordships tell I know thy Plea too and must it allow PRELATES should know as much of Heaven as thou But now Friend William since it s done and past Pray thee give us Phanaticks but one Cast What thou foresaw'st of March the Fifteenth Last When swift and sudden as the Angels flye Th' Declaration for Conscience-Liberty When things of Heaven burst from the Royal Breast More fragrant than the Spices of the East I know in next year's Almanack thou'lt write Thou saw'st the King and Council over-night Before that morn all sit in Heaven as plain To be discern'd as if 't were Charles's Waine Great B great L and two great AA's were chief Under Great CHARLES to give poor Fan's relief Thou sawest Lord Arlington ordain the man To be the first Lay Metropolitan Thou saw'st him give induction to a Spittle And constitute our Brother TOM-DOE-LITTLE In the Bears Paw and the Bulls right Eye Some Detriment to Priests thou didst espye And though by Sol in Libra thou didst know Which way the Scale of Policy would go Yet Mercury in Aries did decree That Wool and Lamb should still Conformists be But hark-you Will Steer-poching is not fair Had you amongst the Steers found this March-Hare Bred of that lusty Puss the Good Old Cause Religion rescued from Informing Laws You should have yelpt aloud hanging's the end By Huntsmens Rule of Hounds that will not spend Be gone thou and thy canting-Tribe be gone Go tell thy destiny to followers none Kings Hearts and Councils are too deep for thee And for thy Stars and Doemons scrutinie King CHARLES Return was much above thy skill To fumble out as 't was against thy will â—rom him who can the Hearts of Kings inspire Not from the Planets came that Sacred Fire Of Soveraign Love which broke into a Flame From God and from his King alone it came To the KING SO great so universal and so free This was too much great CHARLES except for Thee For any King to give a Subject hope To do thus like Thee would undo the Pope Yea tho his Vassals should their wealth combine To buy Indulgence half so large as thine No if they should not only kiss his Toe But Clement's Podex he 'd not let them goe Whil'st Thou to 's shame Thy immortal glory Hast freed All-Souls from real Purgatory And given All-Saints in Heav'n new Joys to see Their friends in England keep a Jubilee Suspect them not Great Sir nor think the worse For sudden joys like grief confound at first The splendor of your favour was so bright That yet it dazles and o'rewhelms our sight Drunk with her cups my Muse did nothing mind And until now her feet she could not find Greediness makes profa'ness i' th' first place Hungry men fill their bellies then say grace We wou'd make Bonfires but that we do fear The name of Incend'ary we may hear We wou'd have Musick too but 't will not doo For all the Fidlers are Conformists too Nor can we ring the angry Churchman swears By the King's leave the Bells and Ropes are theirs And let 'em take 'em for our tongues shall sing Your Honour louder than their Clappers ring Nay if they will not at this Grace repine We 'l dress the Vineyard they shall drink the Wine Their Church shall be the Mother ours the Nurse Peter shall preach Judas shall bear the purse No Bishops Parsons Vicars Curates we But only Ministers desire to be We 'l preach in Sackcloth they shall read in Silk We 'l feed the Flock and let them take the Milk Let but the Black-birds sing in bushes cold And may the Jack-dawes still the Steeples hold We 'l be the Feet the Back and Hands and they Shall be the Belly and devour the Prey The Tythe-pigg shall be theirs we 'l turn the spit We 'l bear the Cross they only sign with it But if the Patriarchs shall envy show To see their younger-Brother Joseph go In Coat of divers colours and shall fall To rend it ' cause it 's not Canonical Then may they find him turn a Dreamer too And live themselves to see his Dream come true May rather they and we together joyn In all what each can But they have the Coyn With Prayers and Tears such service much avail With Tears to swell your Seas with Prayers your Sails And with Men too from both our parties such I 'm sure we have can cheat or beat the Dutch A Thousand Quakers Sir our side can spare Nay two or three for they great Breeders are The Church can match us too with Jovial Sirs Informers Singing-men and Paraters Let the King try set these upon the Decks Together they will Dutch or Devil vex Their Breath will mischief further than a Gun And if you lose them you 'l not be undone Pardon dread Sir nay pardon this coarse Paper Your License 't was made this poor Poet caper ITER BOREALE