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A11385 The complaint of time against the tumultuous and rebellious Scots Sharply inveighing against them (as most justly they deserve) this yeare, 1639. by W.S. Saltonstall, Wye, fl. 1630-1640. 1639 (1639) STC 21643.5; ESTC S106432 3,734 9

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THE COMPLAINT OF TIME Against the tumultuous and Rebellious Scots Sharpely inveighing against them as most justly they deserve this yeare 1639. By W. S. LONDON Printed by B. A. and T. F. for Richard Harper in Smithfield at the Bible and Harpe 1639. The Grounds and Reasons of Times Complaint against the Rebellious Scots THis Land God be thanked is blest in the happy Government of a most gracious King against whom in despight of Mercy divers aff●onts have lately beene offerd by the Rebellions Scots who under pretence of Religion would ouerthrow the Hierarchy of the Church pulling downe the house of God and building Babels of their owne invention and man'd with this furious zeale they have raised great forces and stand ready armed in the Field to resist the head of the Church in his Dominions our most gracious King CHARLES Time therefore hearing how these bold Attempts under the Title of Covenanters bad acted many outrages entrencht vpon the Kings Soveraigne power and have hitherto neglected and slighted his Royall authority therefore in this complaint of Time some reasons are laid downe For the Chronicles of this Land due witnesse that Rebels have beene alwayes overthrowne in their designes and at last met with a deserved Death Thus Mortimer who rebelled against King Edward the second and violently tooke away his Queene was afterwards himselfe taken and beheaded Also those rude mechannicke Rebels that were led under the conduct of Watt Tiler Tom Miller and Iack Strae made a great tumultuous vproare in Kent and Essex untill Sir William Walworth than Lord Mayor of London did with his Dagger stabbe Iacke Straw in Smith-field whereupon the Dagger was set in the Armes of London The rebellion for Perkin Warbek was soone disanimated and the Imposture discovered and so likewise Iack Cade and his associates were soone confounded and overthrowne and punished according to their Deserts And thus Rebellion is like that Ignis fatuus or that phantastick apparition of fire which running under hedges doth affright Country-people but having blazed a while it is soone dissipated and extinguished The Scots therefore cannot promise to themselves any better fortune than their rebellious Predecessours who were soone scatter'd and confounded and their leaders received condigne punishment If therefore any precise Humorist that accounts himselfe a transcendant Protestant and a Goliah in Religion when indeed he is an Hypocriticall Puritane if any such doe thinke the complaint of Time against the Scots is too Satyricall I would have him know that the Rebellion of the Scots as it is haynous in its owne nature and deserves a sharpe vindication and revenge so it also hath cast an aspersion vpon Time for both the City and Country doe find fault that it is a very hard dangerous and doubtfull Time And some in regard of this unnaturall Rebellion say Time declines and growes worse and that many discentions Divisions and Rebellions shall happen in the old Age of Time unto all which accusations Time doth make answere with one old ancient Verse Conscia mens recti famae mendacia ridat The Conscience that is cleere from spot or stayne Laughs at the false reports of flying Fame Time did not cause the Scots rebellious factions Which breaking forth in Time Time blames their Actions THE COMPLAINT OF Time against the tumultuous and rebellious SCOTS Anno Dom. 1639. AGe now hath silver'd ore the haires of Time And as I am growne old so I decline In native goodnes else what frantick moode Could make the Scots so prodigall of their blood To staine their honour by the Imputation Of tempting their King to high Indignation By being Sonnes of tumult and of thunder Time grieves for them and shooke with holy wonder Admires what Genius leades them on to be Revolters against sacred Majestie Why they had best attempt if they thinke good To prove themselves of the Gygantick brood Pelion on Ossa hurling up againe So to invade the high Olimpian name Of love for whether wont their boldnesse presse Vnlesse the just Revenger send redresse Time needs not heere from his owne height descend As to make answere to what they pretend In frivolous objections for what pretence Can heaven allow them for their bold offence What have they made such a strange Scrutiny That none but they have found Divinity Or have they fanci'd to themselves abstractions Of Angels zeale set forth in divelish actions Will they allow unto the King of Heaven No Ceremonies which are duly given Vnto his Majesty but will bluntly fall Without Ceremony to rebellion all Must they needs teare the Miter from the head Of Bishops what Antipathy is bred Within that Land which doth on England border That they should seeke equality of disorder Which alwayes tends to ruine Nature makes In all her workes a resemblance of Estates The peacefull Bees have Kings the Waspes have none They onely buzze and sting and so are gone Most perfect Creatures have the truest sence Of Soveraignty and true obedience The Hierarchy of Angels still doe cry All prayse and honour be to God on high Whom they obey and government on Earth From Heaven had originall and birth And would the Scots thinke by their furious rage To turne the world into a golden Age As in the Infancy of Time Yet then Saturne did raigne and was obey'd by men Then Iupiter the ancient world sway'd Whose Soveraignty was generally obey'd And Time that measures out the workes of nature From the first being of a formed Creature To thee not being was at first created By the King of Heaven and my power is dated And whatsoever is his great Decree I must therein obey his Majesty But since the Giants warres I was not tooke With greater feare nor with more horrour strooke Then when lowd Fame did bring unto my Eares The Scots attempt I drown'd my cheekes with teares And wisht that I my Patent might resigne Before the world should say that aged Time Had thus produc'd by the seeds of dissention An armed brood of men sprung from contention That in despight of mercy will proceed To court their ruine and desire to bleed Is there a Plurisie and an excesse In Spirituall matters that must find redresse By such a cruell salve or doth the Sword More mercy then is vsuall now afford And not cut off ill members will it spare Those who in deepe affronts engaged are Against their Soveraigne who did wooe them long By mercy which was powerfull and strong To conquer good minds but when his Grace found That Balme of mercy could not cure the wound Then our dread Soveraigne mindfull of his cause Went downe against those that did flight his lawes Arm'd with his Iustice full of powerfull dread For Kings have Iron hands though feete of Lead Now heaven protect him Time on aged knees Prayes that these waspes which scorne the obedient Bees Though they are gathered into mighty swarmes Yet may bee all compell'd by force of Arm●s To yeeld their stubborne neckes let