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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A76407	England in its condition, briefly and most lively characterized, by way of essay VVhereunto are annexed some acrosticke verses, vpon the names of severall members of the honourable House of Commons, and others, (viz.) Sir Tho. Fairfax. ...Iohn Wastell, Esquire. By Iohn Benson, Gent.	Benson, John, gent.	1648 (1648)	Wing B1904A; ESTC R232486	9,110	30

ENGLAND IN ITS CONDITION BRIEFLY And most lively Characterized by way of Essay VVhereunto are annexed some Acrosticke Verses Vpon the Names of severall Members of the Honourable House of Commons and others viz. Sir Tho. Fairfax Lieut. Generall Cromwell Major Generall Skippon William Lenthall Esquire Sir Benjamin Ruddiard Sir Iohn Francklyn Sir Thomas Dacres Sir Iohn Trever Sir Robert Pye Sir Roger North. Sir Francis Pile Coll. Henry Martin Capt. Thomas Wogan Sir Walter Earle Tho. Earle Esquire Coll. Will. Purefoy Michael Oldsworth Tanfield Vachell Sir Iohn Gell. Sir George Gresley Sir Iohn Davers Mr. Ephraim George Manley Esq Capt. Richard Owen Iohn Wastell Esquire By IOHN BENSON Gent. Omne tulit punctum qui miscuit utile dulci. Printed in the Yeare 1648. To the courteous Reader LOoke not for smooth lines from a Souldiers quill Who in the art of Retorique hath small skill In stead of pure phrase hee did use to heare The Drums and Trumpets sounding in his eare Accept this little Poem as it is Your smiles can only Crown its Fate with blisse Devoted truly to serve you I. B. The Authors Prayer for the Parliament PReserve good Lord this happy Parliament Destroy all those which any wayes invent Mischief against them Oh let them flourish And with thy paps of justice do them nourish Let no dissensions spring in that just Court Where so wise gallant godly men resort Oh grant them wisdome that they may foresee Those which delight so in our miserie Blesse their indeavours let them never cease Till they have made an everlasting peace For King and Kingdome Church and publick State Against all those which Reformation hate That Gods true sacred word may be shown forth And we of his pure truth may know the worth And let them perish that shall go about To raise new warre grant you may find them out Let all their plots and mischiefs be prevented Let all their evill wayes be circumvented So pray shall he whilst breath is in his breast Your true devoted servant e're shall rest An Essay or short Poeme upon the Times The Authour briefly here doth show From whence our miseries do flow WHen great Jehovah with out-stretched hand Did powr his mercies on this sinfull land When Peace and plenty increast more and more And heavenly blessings did fill full our store Instead of rendring thanks for our great good Our sinnes abounded more then swiftest flood Fullnesse of bread begot in us great pride And from Religions truth we gan to slide Nothing but envy did our hearts possesse Our sinfull soules in goodnesse still grew lesse Sects and divisions did amongst us grow In works of goodnes we grew dull and slow In Seates of Justice sate corrupted Judges Instead of Peace amongst us private grudges Nothing but cruell men tyrannising Instead of Justice Monopolising Our Lordly Prelates that most wicked stock False doctrine preached to their harmles flock Instead of Christs true Gospell they thrust in Romes traditions that same man of Sinne. Nothing but pride possest their sinfull mindes More cruell then the Tigers in their kinds England was blessed with a happy sate VVhen Bishops scorn'd their faith to violate The Judges they who should just Fathers be In doing justice were fill'd with bribery They viper-like fed on their mothers heart Making her dearest children for to smart Those upright men were left durst hardly speak Their hearts within them ready were to break To see such sinfull wayes and unjust crimes As daily acted were in those sad times It griev'd their godly souls within their breast To see ungodly men so full possest VVith wickednesse treading ungodly wayes And from Gods sacred truth most impure strayes The Lord of hosts grown angry with our Sin D●d with the sword of Pestilence begin To try if that would make us leave our ill His hand of mercy being with us still VVhen that would do no good on our hard hearts He did divide us into severall parts Thousand of opinions mongst us rise And we the sacred truth gin to despise Friend against Friend brothers each other hate And nothing but combustions in our State Our souls are troubled being fully bent Seeking each other for to discontent Malicious thoughts possesse our evill hearts And gladly we do laugh when others smarts Nor can our malice any wayes appease Untill the cure proves worse then the disease The sound of Trumpets and the beat of Drummes Our onely joy and solace now becomes The ratling armour and the noise of swords Doth louder sound then do our greatest words From words to blowes we fall then to killing Not sparing our deare friends blood from spilling All Kenton field as I well witnesse can Did see the death of many a gallant man And from my heart unfeignedly confesse Gods mercies there to me nor can I lesse Then with a gratefull heart hmmbly protest The Lord of hosts me wonderfully blest Besides in many other dismall fights That I have fought in for my countries rights Against all those whose evill hearts did hate The good and welfare of this publick state VVhich heaven preserve from all that seek its ill And with his hand of mercy keep it still Amongst us now are those who do foment Loving to swim in streames of discontent Because they cannot gain their ill designes They are disturbers in these worst of times They neither care for God nor his just wayes If they in Luxury may spend their dayes Or wanton out their time in drinking down Full bowls of wine and when the signes i' th' crown They rail and fume against both Church and State And all the godly cruelly do hate Or what 's averse to their most unjust wills Instead of mending runs to worser ills There is another sort which likewise doth Invent new Tenets from the brainy froth Of their inventions and bring forth A new Religion but of slender worth Thinking no truth was found in former times But what they now produce these are great crimes They likewise in their mad prophetick fate Are great disturbers of a quiet State God is the God of order and he will Preserve true order in spight of their ill Heavens fabrick doth in a just order run The glorious stars and transplendent Sun The Moon and wandring stars that are above By their Creators order gently move If order be not both in Church and State It lively pourtrayes forth an evill fate Another sort there is that for no cause Would gladly alter all Religions Lawes Nothing but what is new they cry is good And such as these are are to be withstood Another sort there is within this nation VVhich fiercely bawles gainst Reformation Because it doth restrain their perverse will And in a godly way outvies their skill They take it to be a most grievous rod So strictly to observe the Law of God Because it crosseth their Libertine will They with the Egyptians would live still Romes reliques do them so deeply possesse That truth of Gospell