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A35335
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Naboth's vinyard, or, The innocent traytor copied from the orginal of Holy Scripture : in heroick verse.
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Caryll, John, 1625-1711.
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1679
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Wing C745A; ESTC R4677
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their Prince they disobey Fear not the Law but by the Judge be fear'd Else as the Pedants gravely wag their Beard Kings must of their Prerogatives be stript As Children are for breach of Grammar whipt Then trust my skill I 'll bring you quick relief To heal the wounds of your unseemly Grief Both you and Naboth your just Rights shall have You shall possess his Vineyard he his Grave Thus with her oyly words she skins his Sore But adds new Poyson to the ulcerous Core And that false Comfort leaves in Achabs mind Which Villains in their thriving Mischiefs find She summons then her chosen Instruments Always prepar'd to serve her black Intents The chief was Arod whose corrupted youth Had made his Soul an Enemy to truth But Nature furnisht him with Parts and wit For bold Attempts and deep Intriguing fit Small was his Learning and his Eloquence Did please the Rabble nauseate men of sence Bold was his Spirit nimble and loud his Tongue Which more than Law or Reason takes the Throng Him part by Money partly by her Grace The covetous Queen rais'd to a Judges place And as he bought his Place he Justice sold Weighing his Causes not by Law but Gold He made the Justice-Seat a common Mart Well skill'd he was in the mysterious Art Of finding Varnish for an unsound Cause And for the sound Imaginary Flaws With him fierce Jezabel consults the way How she for harmless Naboth Snares may lay Madam says he you rightly judge the course Unsafe to run him down by open Force In great Designs it is the greatest Art To make the Common People take your part Some words there are which have a special Charm To wind their Fancies up to an Alarm Treason Religion Liberty are such Like Clocks they strike when on those Points you touch If some of these unto his Charge you lay You hit the Vein of their Tarantala For to say truth the trick did never fail Loud Calumny with them does still prevail I Madam of these means no scruple make Means from their End their Good or Badness take Naboth a Rebel to his Soveraign's Will By any ways we lawfully may kill Whilst thus he pour'd his Venom in her Ear A spightful Joy did in her Face appear She said your faithful Counsel I approve You have chalkt out the way we are to move But still you leave untoucht the hardest part Which most requires your Industry and Art Where is the Crime where are the Witnesses It is my Province Madam to find these Reply'd the Judge and that our Project may Take faster hold let there a solemn day To seek the Lord by Fasting and by Prayer Be set apart This will exactly square With the whole Model of our Work design'd This will the People draw Body and Mind To act their Parts in Naboth's Tragedy This builds the Stage on which the Wretch shall dye As Glasses by the Sun 's reflected Ray The silly Lark into the Net betray So will the People by the dazling thought Of Godliness religiously be caught When the Queen saw that her Design would take She with impatient haste the Conference brake Of Av'rice and Revenge such is the thirst That with the least Delay the Patients burst Lose no more time she cry'd with speedy care Letters and Orders for our Seal prepare Such as the Work requires For 'till I gain This Point each Moment is an Age of pain Since first for acting God proud Angels fell Still to ape Heaven has been the Pride of Hell As the bright Spirits always attend his Throne And what he wills they execute as soon Our Fury so could not conceive the Fact More nimbly than her Agent Fiend did act Stay Hell-Hounds stay why with such rav'nous speed Must the dear Blood of Innocence be shed Blind is your Haste and blinder is your Rage Hell no successful War 'gainst Heaven can wage You shoot at Naboth but your selves you wound With poyson'd Darts for which no Cure is found The Poyson drawn from a remorseless Heart Baffles Divine much more all Humane Art What will your Rage effect but lasting shame In this in the next World Eternal Flame With all your subtle Arts of Perjury And all the Varnish of your Bloody Lye To make him Guilty and you Rightful seem Hell for your selves you build and Heaven for him Arod had always Tools at his Command Of a fit temper for his Work in hand But here no Villains of a common size In Wickedness or Cunning would suffice Yet two he found which did as much exceed All common Rogues as common Facts this Deed. Malchus a puny Levite void of sence And Grace but stuft with Noise and Impudence Was his prime Tool so Venomous a Brute That every place he liv'd in spued him out Lyes in his Mouth and Malice in his Heart By Nature grew and were improv'd by Art Mischief his pleasure was and all his Joy To see his thriving Calumny destroy Those whom his double Heart and forked Tongue Surer than Vipers Teeth to death had stung Python his Second was and his alone For he in Ills no other First would own A braver Impudence did Arm this Wight He was a Russian and no Hypocrite And with audacious and loud Villany He did at once Vertue and Fame defie These two though Malchus wore the longer Cloak Were evenly pair'd and drew in the same Yoke No Forresters with keener Appetite In running down their hunted Game delight Than these the Slaughter of the Guiltless view Whom their Malicious Calumny pursue This goodly Pair were by their Teachers Art Fully prepar'd and tun'd to play their part A Fast is then proclaim'd this serves as Leaven To raise the People's Lump with News from Heaven They in the dark when bid to seek the Lord Are sure for His to take the Preachers word These when they tole their great DIANA-Bell Look up to Heaven and do the works of Hell Always State-Fasts some strange Events portend And often in a Godly Mischief end The fair Pretence is that the Lord may weed Treason and Blasphemy from Abraham's Seed Great and just God! will it be always so When thy Rebellious Creatures here below Their black Designs of deepest Mischief frame Shall they still stamp on them thy holy Name Make thee All-good a Party in their Ill Thy very Word abuse to break thy Will By which their Leaders draw the Vulgar in With harmless Minds to perpetrate their Sin By which the Just are by the Impious slain And Abel still is sacrific'd by Cain How can thy Justice and thy Thunder sleep When such affronts on thee and thine they heap How can the Earth forbear with open Jaws To swallow these Contemners of thy Laws Hold Muse Thy Zeal now grows to Mutiny Thou dost ignobly from thy Colours fly Under the Standard of the Cross we serve And from our Leaders ways we must not swerve By Form of Law He did submit to dye