There they like Cocks-combs keep And Ignorant of sound Divinity They raile against our Churches Ministry And on our Church this foul aspersion put That she is of the Popish Roman cut Nay more then this for thus they lay it on They call our Church the Whore of Babilon They learning hate an Ancient Fathers name Must not be us'd by them the more 's their shame Yet mongst themselves they reverend Fathers have Of wisdom great of carriage finely grave First Father Cromp the Cobler he shall stand As being alwayes on the mending hand And Father Wills the Weaver cryes down theft Although to steal the Yarn he hath not left Then Father Talk the Patcher he will trie To Preach though quite besides the needles eye He put his thread Hee 'l overcast his Text And prating speak what to his Tongue comes next His Flock of Geâ—se for good his gaggling take Though Botcher-like he marres what he doth make And Father Axe the Butcher hath a vain That 's very killing All the Calves lie slain As at his Feet so powerfull is his preaching And Fools so love his Kill-Calf kind of Teaching But Father Thunder that 's a man of zeal Can eat a well-siz'd Pigge even at a meal He with his Thundring voice would Babel shake When yet himself doth but a Babel make The Asse though foldâ—d in a Lions Skin Yet when to bray he doth but once begin He proves himself a Long-card-Asse to be And brayeth forth his Asse-like foolâ—ry Then Father Bear that swinish grunting grub A â—reacher strange O how hee 'l thump a Tub. And Trâ—sh the Tâ—nker in he fiercely comes The Drummer of those rattling Kettle-Drummes Among them all a noise they make as good As do the Cataracts of Nilus flood Of which experience for a truth doth tell They 'r all made deaf who neer their noise do dwell In that same Nilus Croâ—adiles do breed Who love themselves upon mankind to feed And so those Preachers spoken of before Make lean their flock to fat themselves the more And then forsooth Fine simpering Mistrisse Pegge Who likes her best must have the Capons Legge And all of them have wondrous gifts in Prayer Petitions such as strongly pierce the Aire The same Petition they will oft repeat And bring themselves and Hearers to a sweat With voyce and gesture strangely violent 'gainst King Church State they shew their discontent They backward forward to and again do trace As if they running were the Wild-Goose chace Their zeal so drives themselves they know not whither And praying thus they 'l pray four houres together These by their powerfull zeal and zealous power To Widdows Houses creep and them devour All men of Spirit Holy Fathers named Who have our Church and true Religion shamed And these proud Fools they dare their King controll For Church upholders these their names enroll This is good stuffe like Popish Friety Fit to uphold the Churches Dignity All Brownists those without and they within Our Church are equall in Rebellions sinne These Brownists do our Bishops next oppose And in their zealous pride affiâ—m of those That Limbs of Roman Antichrist they be By which the world their Ignorance may see And laugh thereat For plainly it appears That Rome her self in first three hundred yeers Had Ruling Bishops numbred thirty two Who onely had in their own See to do And most of them who dyde not in their bed For Christs his Cause to Martyrdom were led For whom to dye they were exceeding g'ad This Honour they those Ruling Bishops had And yet when Constantâ—â—e was pleas'd to call First Nicene Councelâ— truly Generall Then under him and his â—mperiall Seaâ— There came together in that Councell Great Three Hundred Eighteen Bishops And all these Were Ruling Bishops in theâ— severall Sees That Blessed Councell to the Church gave Peace And did her bloody Persecutions cease And after that were Bishops thirty three Which saâ—e Succâ—ssively i th' Roman See O're them the Emperour was Soveraign Lord Unto whose Ruling power with one accord They all did humbly yeeld themselves And they Next under God did His command obey Unto the yeer six hundred â—ive 't is cleer Full fifty five Romes Bishops did appear Who were to th' Emperour true Subjects â—ound The word of Truth had laid no other ground But in the yeer six hundred neer the end The Roman Bishop sixty six no friend Was found to God or Church For then by name Came Boniface the third past Grace and shame He first the stile of Vniversall took And proudly did all Bishops over look That Time and person if observed well Doth unto us a speciall secret tell The Yeer six hundred Bishops sixty six The learned do the Beasts name rightly fix On him for Antichrist so long fore-told In Holy Scripturâ— where it stands enroll'd How Vniversall Priest he came to be The story of the Church doth let us see When Phâ—cas had the Emperour Maurice slain Unto himself the Empire then to gain He prayes that Boniface would then comply With him in that his Treasons Villany And Vowes if he but once the Empire get That Boniface in Church Supream shall set Be Vniversall Bishop onely he In Christian world the highest Lord should be By whose command all Bishops might be prest To yeeld obedience to his Lordly Hest This was the match The Empire Phocas had And Boniface the Highest Priest was made Thus Treason unto him conception gave And Murther then the Mid-wifes part would have Ambition was his Nurse The Milk him fed An Emperours blood by Phocas murthered So that the Legges whereon he proudly stood Were these Ambition Treason Murther Blood Sith on such grounds Romes Papacy doth stand What good is to be look't for at their hand Yet will I not condemn all Papists Nor Can think 't a blessed work which I abhorre To kill those that amongst us do remain For some we have free from the Jesuits strain Who if the Pope himself in Arms should bring An Army 'gainst the Kingdom and our King To King and Countrey would their love expresse And boldly fight against his Holinesse Though many Papists have bâ—en much misled This is the mind of those not Jesuited And for my speaking thus let no man doubt But still I wish to keep Romes Popery out And though you say you saw it very plain That Popery was coming in a main Laws ready made not one of them repeal'd They justly would that mischief soon have heal'd Without Rebellions help O bloody deed Against all Laws like Tyrants to proceed Browns Brownists then in this Rebellion who Are now the Rebels Papists No but you * And though you think that now our Bishops are Most Popish yet they never once did Warre Against our King as you do at this day And yâ—â— of them y' are not asham'd to say That in th' intention of their Policy They sought again to
all But at Her Royall feet on 's knees to fall Present His wrongs and humbly crave redresse Resolved yet by force the Queen to presse And thus His Gracious Mistresse would compell To do what He thought Good This was not well Behoâ—d the Fault his Honour did commit And Law adjudged Him to death for it My Noble Lord on this but think a while And let your Judgement not your self beguile Can Subjects seek their Prince to over-awe And not offend Divine and Humane Law All Subjects know the Kings Supremacie He must command and not commanded be No Subjects Laws can make Kings to command And if by Force such thing they take in hand It is Rebellion All the Learned know All Laws of God and Man have stil'd it so Since Reign of Henry of that name the first This now Rebellion is of all the worst Worse luck my Lord that in this war of all You should become Rebellions Generall And lead an Army even in open sight Against so good a King as ours to fight But if your Lordship say in this I lie I would I did your Honour cleer'd thereby My Noble Lord our good King Charles you knowâ— His Royall Person in the field doth show So do Prince Charles and Princely Duke of York Both with the King by your rebellious work Are seen in Warre by force themselves defending The Subject fatall violence 'gainst them intending And though you see the Royall Standert pitcht Yet like a Mad-man or one that 's bewitcht You draw your Army forth all in Array You beat Your Drums and Colours do display And then your Horse your Foot most strongly guarding With Trumpets sound Rebellion still enlarging You beat th' Alarm and sound a Charge let flie Like raging Fiends 'gainst Soveraign Majesty Against His Person Crown and Dignity And Princes of His blest Posterity Gainst Laws and Statutes Humane and Divine To higher pitch can Prides Rebellion climbe To root out all What Barbarisme is this Thy self know Essex See thine own amisse When Subjects 'gainst their King such force do trie Who saith It is Rebellion doth not lie And in such work Rebellions Generall Must heare Truth in her stile Majâ—sticall In holy Iob my Lord the words are found And there Gods Spirit doth your sentence sound His head though reaching Heaven in mens account And though his Excellence doth clouds surmount Yet shall he perish even as his own doung Thus speaks the Spirit in the Scriptures tongue Then Moble Earl Be to thy self a friend This way cannot hold prosperous to the end But you will say You bear your Arms 'gainst those The Kings bad Counsellours our Countreys foes Them to remove and from our King expell Is that you seek and think it wondrous well Such course to take Your errour to refell Our Cronicle a story will you tell Earl Lancaster * without his Kings consent Did raise an Army for the same intent Which you pretend and bravely on did go Takes Gaveston that King and Countries foe Commands his death For which unlawfull fact When once arraign'd to justifie his act He for himself did plead your own pretence This lessen'd not the ill of his offence Because as you do now even so he did And doing so most justly lost his head A Prince he was and of the Royall Blood Five Earledoms then in his possession stood Yet He and all the Lords that with him sided The Law for them as for himself provided Then Noble Essex know they happy are Whom others fatall harms make to beware And let me once more work upon this heat Whil'st I the fellow-story do repeat Proud Lester * that Law-giver to his King At Evesham aske what did become of him His naked body on the ground did lie His Head struck off Face upward laid thereby His privy parts were from his body cut And they on either side his Nose were put A spectacle of shame and infamy In him was left to all Posterity As if that sight unto the world should tell Such Noses might like shamefull dangers smell The Waterman that he may forward row With safer speed looks strictly backward So If by your Lordship this be rightly done Your Noble self may future dangers shun But yet me thinks some neerer president May wâ—ll be made your Lordships document To shew your wayes 'gainst God himself are bent Whiâ—'st you 'gainst Gods Annointed are intent That God the Cause into his hand hath took And bids your Lordship on your self to look When he himself the blow did strike which then Did rowze your Honour from your warlike Denne 'T was when that you in Camp well form'd did lie Besieged by his Royall Majesty Whose Royall Person though your self beheld Yet scorning unto Him your self to yeeld You mann'd each Trench cast up with warlike skill Proceeding stoutly in Rebellion still Indeed my Lord you were encamp'd so strong As if your works to Pirrhus did belong Your Rampiers you so strongly up did raise Had it not been against your King your praise Might have advanc'd the Honouâ— of your name But being as it was therein your shame Appears and shews it was a shamefull thing When done against the Person of Your King You trusted to the strength of your defence Your Sconces Forts Mounts Bulworks and from thence Your Cannon Bullets and Case-shot let flie Against the Forces of His Majestie Indeed you were right strongly fortified And Roman-like with all things well supplied And well you might for all the Kingdoms wealth Y' had taken from the King by open stealth At Sea not yours but your Kings Ships did tend Upon your Army ready still to send Unto your Honour all things you should want When you in this your power your self did vaunt Behold the mighty work of God how he Did check your Greatnesse and did make you see Him make his Winds a constant gale to blow And keep from you provisions which you know You sorely wanted This you had in view But God would have you know 't was not for you The Ships that rode in sight could not enjoy One blast for them into the River Foy Nor up that stream convey supplies expected Our Gracious God had so your hopes rejected Your Honour then as one amazed stands To see your Camp and all your Armed Bands Left desolate your Souldiers hunger-sterved And nothing but despair for you reserved In this distresse Warres Counsell you do call And there resolve your Infantry should fall To some good Composition with the King And so their persons out of danger bring Though Rebels yet their blood to him was dear As by his mercy shewed did appear He but dis-arms them and doth give them leave To march away That none might them bereave Of what they had nor offer violence Unto their persons but might safely thence Unto their Rebell-Garrison repair A Convoy granted is which brings them there But first my Lord of you I needs must say That down the River
to winâ—e The Proveth bids us to remember this One day a Mother and a Step-dame is But yet me thinks that erring Knight should see The hand of God his providence to be The working cause that made him then to flie Even when he thought t'have gain'd the victory For into Bristoll newes there Posting flies That he by Conquest had driv'n to Devise His old Comrade a Noble Generall On whom a sudden Accident did fall That to Devise did cause him to retire Which made Sir William's Pride such height aspire That he presum'd and so his braggs did make In three dayes space the Town Devise to take And unto Bristoll as a Prisoner bring That Noble Knight prov'd faithfull to his King But in the ruffe of that his swelling pride God did for him in Justice so provide That he which did conceited Conquest boast Was conquerâ—d and compell'd away to post As fast as he upon his Horse could flie And to his Troops Ride Ride aloâ—d did cry And well he might for then he did behold That brave Prince Maurice coming on so bold One which deserves that Character to have Which Homer once â—â—to Achilles gave He wisely knew an Army to command And to a fight would stoutly valiant stand He first took notice of Sir William's fear And bids fall on they 'r running in the Rear And then that Knight though hurt before by chance Doth from Devise into the field advance And marcheth on 'gainst them who proudly said He shall no more King Charles his party aide And yet he did The Noble Prince and He The spoile of their proud Enemies did see Though Wallers Horse had sav'd themselves by flight Yet all his Foot amazed at the sight Stood in a Body knew not how to fight And those that did resistance being vain Were almost all on heaps together slain But few escap'd that were not Prisoners took God then that pack of Rebels had forsook Their Colours Ordnance Carriages were lost And Cornets thrown from some that well were Horst Sir William's Camp was then Camp'd under Feet Such just reward was for Rebellion meet And he like a right beaten Souldier sent To Bristoll there his sad fate to lament Sir William Waller think upon this thing My Muse her lines unto thy self doth bring That so thy wisdom might perceive Gods hand To be the strength which did thee then withstand And sure it was to thee in mercy done That thou no more a Rebels course should'st run Then time was given unto thee to repent But thou that time hast to this time mispent It was thy Pride and Pride foreruns a fall Remember this Rebellions Generall The Royall Person of thy King lay not That thou do'st love when in Rebellions plot Thou runnâ—st on and in thy Soveraigns sight Thou daâ—'st against his Royall Person fight Whose vertues do deserve a better love Then that thou should'st thine hand against him move I do not know that e're I saw thine eye I know thine Image in Bath Church doth lie Which I full many a time have look't upon And seen as much as could be seen in stone One thing I 'me sure of viewing thee enshrin'de I often with the good Duke Humphrey din'de There Souldier-like in Arms compleat thou art To shew thou canst discharge a Souldiers part With such a valiant wise dexterity As may some great Commander dignifie Now when my Muse did think upon thee thus My thoughts did then their pressing griefs discusse That such an one as thou so worthy a Knight Should'st 'gainst thy King so like a Rebell fight Whereby thou canst expect unto thy name No Honour but an everlasting shame My thoughts then me unto a wondring led That one of thy good parts a Scholler bred Should so much blindnesse to the world bewray As not to see what 's clearer then the day Thou needst must know the cause by thee defended Doth stand by Law of God and man condemned Have Oaths and Vowes of reason thee bereft Such Oathes and Vowes are better broke then kept Thus in Bath-Church of thee my thoughts have talked When with a sorrowing soul I there have walked These were my thoughts which now I do disclose Unto thy self Thy Anger I suppose I shall not to my self procure thereby And if so be I do yet what caâ—e I I 'me poore enough already made a scorn My Age by proud ones being overborn My Youth I 'me sure could soon the means have wrought Which them more wit and manners might have taught From those that are indu'd with Noble mind I cannot but expect respect to find I Souldiers love and must A Souldier I Was of the Queens of blessed memory In thee Sir William I do nothing hate But that thou dost thy Countrey â—uinate And 'gainst thy King and Countrey bearest Arms Working thereby thy Kings and Countries harms And though I know my lines no praise can merit As being penn'd with a distracted spirit Yet seeing I have heard thou learned art In hidden words I will my mind impart Hows'ever lik't this Truth be understood I truly wish my King and Couuntries good The Moon we know hath but a borrowed Light She put betwixt the Sun and human sight Makes Sunnes Ecclipse as now we see it made Which clouds the Kingdom in a darkned shade â—rather wish the Moons Ecclipse to see Than by the Moon the Sunne Ecclips'd should be That of the Moon doth Mortals little trouble That of the Sunne doth Morrals horror double Moons body put twixt us and Sunnes great light The beams of Majesty which should shine bright Are so Ecclips'd as that a pitch-black night So dark'ned hath fair Englands Hemisphere As nothing but prodigious flames appear And Clouds of smoak whose inside lin'd with Thunder Our Kingdom muffles both aloft and under And in this storm of Subjects foul revolt Thy self is made a tearing Thunder-bolt Although thou know'st and that unto thy cost That twice thou hast thy Thundering Pieces lost Yet fire remains involved in thy cloud Whose breaking forth bespeaketh ruine loud And some fierce flames of lightning thou mak'st flie Which may endanger Soveraign Majesty O! what a Torrent hath our Peace uprent With bloods expence most prodigally spent By thee encreas'd who like a Blazing Starre Portendest nought but ruine by this Warâ—e A burning Comet doth not ever last Thy flame hath burn'd too long in time forepast It seemes thy wrath into thy mind had sent A massie wad of slâ—my stuffe not spent In three yeers burning What is 't thy desire As Phaëton to set the world on fire Quench in thy self the flame thy self hast kindled Râ—pentant Teares with Faith and Love when mingled Will do the deed and cause thee wisely then To help to quench like fire in other men Behold thy mournfull King in sorrows share So deep none found mongst all his Subjects are Yet all good Subjects have enough to make Their stouter hears to quake if not to ake Yea break in pieces