and Gods favour lose If friends by flatt'ry be procur'd alone Befriend me heav'n on earth I 'le looke for none Grant therefore God of truth into his hands I Never fall that holy truth withstands The Explanation of the Table Prefixed AN endles bloudy war that never yet Cessation truce or peace did once admit From the worlds Cradle so it 's hoary age Hath still beene wag'd with vnappeased rage By cursed Sathan and his damned bands Of reprobates against Christs church like sands Her foes in number are no station 's free From fierce assaults and furious battery When time began this malice first began Nor will it end but with the latest man ' ' Time shall produce Thus iustice hath decreed ' ' Those shall be crown'd in heav'n on earth must bleed To exercise the Churches patience hope And faith God hath ordaind a Turke or Pope To persecute her saints her sins to scourge And from her purer gold the drosse to purge Of vaine corruption oft he tryes in flames Her glorions Martyrs and sometimes he tames Herself admiring and applauding pride That on presumption of his loue doth ride In to that high conceit the Iewes haue told her Since God hath chose her he is bound t' uphold her By drawing from her his supporting grace That see'ing in what a weake and vvretched case She is vvithout his helpe hovv soone she 'd fall If grace be not her leader Generall To Heresy or any other snare The tempter to entrap her shall prepare She may rely vpon his povver alone VVho is the Rock of her salvation To be exposed thus to Sathans spleene Of Christs true Church a true marke still hath beene The church malignant vvhose prodigious head The Divel is himselfe vvee see hath led The Captiue vvorld in triumph liu'd at rest And most of nations vvith subiection prest No streames of Martyrs blood her temples di'de Nor did she persecution e're abide His Cruelty not to his friends but foes The Prince of darknes here in this vvorld shovves VVhom but th' Apostles did he sift like wheate And whom like Paul did he desire to beat VVithout with Ievvish scourges and vvithin VVith buffets of his flesh-assaulting sin Such barb'rous tortures vvho did e're endure VVithout all pity as the saints most pure This bold adventurous foe his fiery darts Directs vvith matchlesse cunning at the harts Of them that are the best of saints And vvhere He sees the richest graces shine most cleere There he his strongest engines doth erect If possible ev'n to subvert th'elect Thus haue vve seene in heate of vvarres alarmes VVhere bloudy fields are pav'd vvith broken armes The foes redouble all their force and might To breake the battailes vvhere the gen'ralls fight Such vvas the Syrian monarchs charge to bring Captiue o◠kill none else but Israels King So Caesar thought those soldiours vvorthiest grace VVhose poynts still levell'd at their foemens †face Thus strong temptations forcibly appli'd Haue made the best of Gods owne children slide Lot Noah David Peter fouly fell Because their gifts did all mens else excell Adam in Paradise no safety found Nay he that of all safety is the ground Escap'd not vnassaulted of vvhose fare Good reason all his servants should haue share Stand forth then Roman strumpet vvipe thine eyes Pull of thy scales of blindnes yet be vvise Ere 't be too late Then shalt thon cleerely see VVho the erroneous vvho the true Church be I vvill not nor is 't fitting here discusse Those points of doctrine vvhere in you from vs Are in Diameter oppos'd as farre As bright truth from darke fals hood such a vvarre Requires a larger and more spatious field Then this restrained straine can aptly yeeld VVherefore in freer methode more solute I leaue your tenents for the schools dispute And yet hovv easy vvere 't to make you knovv Humane traditions are alas too lovv To mate Gods sacred vvord nor may the vaine Inventions of an erring mortall braine Braue th' oracle of truth if th' Arke to check Dagon presume Dagon shall breake his neck Hovv easy vvere 't to proue that saving grace Of our corrupted nature must take place Errour hath Champions 't is not my intent That Antichristian Councell which from Trent Takes it's denomination to refell Since those blasphemons Cannons now doe smell O're all the vvorld and you your selues are faine Many for shame back to revoke againe No were there no marke else the Church to knovv Our truth your falshood this vvould cleerely shovv To proue vs Christs and aggravate your sin VVe haue the patients you the agents bin In all massacres treasons persecutions Close murthers cruell bloudshed and dirutions Of Cityes kingdomes vvofull devastations Rebellions povvderplots and vvrong invasions Perform'd to force mens consciences and make Inconstant soules vvith errour part to take These are the bloody glosses of your text VVhich you vvell hop'd vve should interpret next And if your projects be not timely crost Our freedome and religion both are lost For that our safety might be vndermind You haue not onely all your povvers combin'd Abroad but ev'n at home prepar'd such vvay That vve our selues should our ovvne selues betray To vvhat end else did you in time of danger You introduce vve entertaine a stranger T' our reform'd doctrine was 't for Conscience sake To bring vs to the truth or was 't to make Entrance for Spanish waspes to th' English hiue VVhile vve for conscience with our selues should striue Thus simple truth hath by your cunning bill Assaild without falsely betrayd within And when religions bond 's once broke asunder No mervaile forreigne Atheisme bring vs vnder Which that the Church may better take to hart And yet prevent that for which else she 'le smart Her dangers here appeare that when you view them You better may advise which way t' eschew them Truths Fortresse whose fundation's layd vpon Th' Apostles Prophets aud that Corner-stone VVhereon they build morter'd and cemented VVith blood of Martyrs for the gospell shed Then by degrees rays'd to the present frame By such of ancient and of later fame VVhose workes and wordes liues lines harts hands haue made Truth flourish errour vanish falshood fade And shak'd proud Babel stands beleaguer'd here On all sides by her foes Two Ports appeare Gainst which th' assailants ar'md with fury rage And hellish spleene that nothing can asswage But blood and ruine all their engines plant And forces bend here is of plots no want Or Cunning projects for their braines are filld VVith all the stratagems that hell can yeeld Religions Port's beleaguer'd by the whore Of erring Babel's cursed Paramour VVhose right hand 's armed vvith the fulmination Of Kingdomes-blasting excommunication To send to hell or some such place all those His jurisdiction or his lavves oppose His bull 's his buckler vvherevvith he defends As he makes credulous soules beleeue his friends Pardons their sinnes pulls such from Sathans
Arminius they send Got by Pelagius and in Rome nurst up VVhence drunke vvith superstitious errours cup He 's sent to Leyden by the Popes direction To blast the vvorld vvith 's heresyes infection Nor rests th' ambiguons crafty monster there But spewes the poyson of 's false doctrine here Comes like a protestant in shew before And vowes he hates the Antichristian whore Disclaimes her tenents Nay none seemes to be More zealous in the gospells cause then he Oh that false tongues were ever made so smooth Or lying lips should haue the power to sooth Tell him the doctrine of the Pope is ' true Concerning merits he will censure you For errour straight Say that vve may attaine By nature povver saluation to gaine By vvorking it our selues he vvill reply These doctrines are condemnd for heresy And yet vvhat positiuely he thus denyes By necessary consequence implyes So that obserue him vvell vvithin you 'le find A friers hart as here his coule behind Behold novv sathans masterpiece t'or'e spread The Church vvith Popery so long banished Had he in publique these his tenents held And justify'd he should haue beene expelld From all reformed Churches and confuted Had he such Theses in the schooles disputed Therefore vvith truth dissembling to take part He Ioab like doth closely vvound her heart And silly soules entangled by him ly In nets of errors that they cannot spy Yet though Arminius Hollaâ—d had infected Since vve his poysonous doctrine had detected And that blest King most learnedly refelld Those false positions seduc'd Vorstius held VVhat madnes vvas 't for vs to foster here Those errours that our Church condemned there Had sathans instruments beene all vvithout The danger vvere not great vve need not doubt So much our safety But vvithin they lurke That vnder name of truth's stout'st chaÌ„pions vvorke Her ruine and to back her making shovv Betray her and conspire her overthrovv No sooner comes Arminius to vntwine The bond of concord and to vndermine Religion vvith condemn'd Pelagianisme To make way for the Pope but factious Schisme VVith sencelesse Atheisme cold neutrality Loose Epicurisme and damned Policy Are ready t' entertaine him and declare Themselues perfidious vvretches as they are For him g'ainst truth receiud VVherefore in hast As he is formost by the divell plac't VVith schismes vvild fire Riligions Port to set In a combustion he is straightvvay met By messengers sent to salute him VVho They are I scarce can yet precisely knovv But Bishops Chapleines they should be I deeme For by their stately port no lesse they seeme And such is he vvhose purblind Couzning eye It's objects as 't appeares doth multiply And make tvvo Sacraments seeme sea'vn Like him But that his Carriage something is more grim Is he that takes vpon him to suppresse All bookes against his Leyden friend vnlesse His sence of feeling be a little feed VVere I his indge it should be so indeed But him that welcomes first this Heretick His very lookes proclaime a Schismatick He hath Commission with a false forg'd key To let this monster in and so make way For all the rest of that accursed crevv In truthes chiefe Martyrs bloud their hands t'mbrue These these not those at Clerkenvvell we tooke The strong foundation of our Church haue shooke And made Religion reele Our foes we shun But these false faigned friends haue truth vndone Oh vipers most vnnaturall thus to teare The bowells of that mother held you deare Alas alas too true it is I see All men are for themselues few Christ for thee Errour prevailes and while thy sheapheards sleepe Wolves in sheepes clothing Worry all thy sheepe VVho almost cares which way Religion bends So they may compasse their ambitious ends Hovv sone doe those that should firme Moâ—ntaines be For truth to build on leane to popery Laude Romish lawes and to disgrace endeavour In truth's profession such as would persever So they may rise they make their betters fall Thus doe they ship wrack faith loue soule and all Yet blest be God Truth ne're was so distrest But she had still some Champions those the best T'abet her quarrell See the faiths defender VVth's brandish'd sword is ready ayd to lend her And thouhands more of soldiours stout there be VVhich never yet to ertour bow'd their knee For truths sake would in midst of faggots dance Yea Bishops some But see a luckles chance Befalls one Prelate hastning to repell Arminius and 's adherents back to hell For feare of faction He himselfe is tane By proud Ambition that is still the bane Of all religious acts the roote of evill The Character and darling of the devill Aud violently I know not why 's throwne downe Vnable to resist ev'n bv a frowne Me thinkes 't is pitty for a cause vniust That godly gravity should ly i' th' dust But though he fall himselfe he sayes shall rise And he shall fall when none shall vvet their eyes Hovv speed the rest their vvell meant labour 's lost A bald appa'ritour hath their iourney crost VVho muzz'ling them by virtue of his box Extorts the spirits svvord from th' orthodox Nor doe these flattr'ing Prelates cease to bring Such men in hatred dayly vvith their King And falsly that th' are Calvinists report Onely to make them odious in the court Nor is 't vnlike some hope by pleasing so The Kingdomes secret bane and Churches foe They may in this golden corrupted state Bishopricks purchase at an easier rate Then the chiese-iustice-ship Thus Errour beares Her selfe aloft while Truth bedevv'd vvith teares To thinke vpon the wofull sad events Schismes ever bring vpon the Church laments For if the monuments of formerages VVe search and studiously turne ore the pages Of all historians they vvill shevv vs plaine No state or Kingdome ever did sustaine Such fatall dovvnfalls gene'rall devastations Finall subversions and depopulations By open foes though ne're so fiercely bent As by intestine civill broyles Hovv went The Graecian Monarchy to nothing why Lost Rome her greatnes vvherefore doth she ly Buryed in her owne ruines who vvas once The glory of the East an heape of stones But aske antiquity how these did fall 'T will answere discord hath or'ethrowne theÌ„ all Enquire of Carthage and her rubbish towers Will cry would Hannos ' house had ne're beene ours Aske how the Thracian empire's stately seate Became a slaue to Mahomet the great How we lost all those Countreyes in the East And how that land our Saviours presence blest Truth must reply dissension was their fall And Christian princes discord lost them all This was spide wisely by a graue Bashaw And as a strong persuasion vs'd to draw Great Soliman to Rhodes For while quoth he The Christian princes thus divided be They hasten their destruction 't was too true This Counsaile Rhodes and Hungary did rue Civill dissensions are most mortall ever But when religion breeds them then they sever The very
soules of men This nature makes Become vnnaturall it no notice takes Of father brother friend but all doth vse With like Contempt with equall hate pursues VVhich Sathan th' enemy of humane peace The gospells glory and the truths encrease Perceiving and by long experience knowing That nothing keepes religion more from grovving Then Church contentions As the surest way To rayse vp errour and make Truth decay He hath suborned in all ages those That vnder Christs ovvne name should Christ oppose None 's hurt but by himselfe to Christ none is A foe so mortall as he that seemes his Schismes in the church are like i' th' soule a vvound To cure't no Aesculapius can be found Th' are like * Elias cloud though small at first Yet still encreasing and being dayly nurst VVith male contented humours at the length They by degrees attaine to so much strength Truth 's suune is by them overshadowed quite And like a tempest on the church they light Or'ewhelming vvith a bloody inundation Cityes and kingdomes ev'n to desolation Such sad proceedings had the Arrian errour VVhich first contemn'd prou'd aftervvards a terrour To all the vvorld That sparke whence once it brake To flames made Europe Asia Afrike quake And so obscur'd the Churches glory over She never could her lustre yet recover So vvas th' Arabian in Heraclius dayes Whom Sathan did another agent rayse Truth to disturbe vvhen he began to broach His damned Dogma's fitter of reproach And scorne reputed then represt to b'e By force or Councells censure And thus he Though an vnread Barbarian after came By this connivence to attaine such fame For false supposed truth since no man could Gainsay as it vvas thought because none vvould This nevv-spring doctrine that it quickly grevv Through force and juggling of this Pagan Ievv To such an height of greatnes and of povver That from that age vnto this present hovver His barb'rous proud successours still haue beene The executioners of Sathans spleene And heaviest scourges for the Gospells side That ever Christendome did yet abide So fatall 't is oh then vvhat state vvould doe ' To let an errour in the church take root If later times examples better take And in mens minds deeper impression make What frequent streames of bloud of Christians drevv The mad phantastick giddy-headed crevv Of Germane Anabaptists to maintaine VVhose grosse erroneous tenents there vvere slaine Thrice fifty thousand soules vvho lost their breath In that false quarrell by a timeles death If then th' obtrustion of nevv dogmatiques Vpon th' abused Church so deepely pricks Her grieved hart if it her quiet marre And turne her happy peace to bloody vvarre VVhat Belials brats or Bichris sonnes could find In hart to be s'vnnaturall and vnkind As to that mother ill for good to render VVho hath beene ever of their vvellfate tender Oh that such dang'rous serpents ere should rest I' th' choysest mansions of a Kingdomes brest VVould suck her hart bloud out it vvere too much In monster-moulding Africk to find such VVho then would ere suspect a monstrous seed And more prodigious Africk ere did breed Should spawne in England in so cold an ayre VVhere matter of corruption should be rare That then that doth this mi'shap'd births create Is not the sunne of zeale but fire of hate And slime of pride and treason these they be That turne a man into a prodigie And such there are too many who doe hope And strongly labour to reduce the Pope Vs her'd b' Arminius that themselues in time To th' honour of a Cardinalls cap may clime First let them breake their necks And let that hand Be ever mark'd with th' ignominions brand Of infamous sedition whose appeale For Spanish-English favour not for zeale To God or truth did hither first transferre The Belgian Heretick to make vs erre Did we not see of late what sad effect This doctrine wrought in that pernicious sect Had not the States like to their cost t' haue felt By th' trecherous designes of Barnevelt His sonnes and others what religious fruites We might expect from such seditious bruites If the same danger we had meant to shun VVhy the same hazard did we rashly run Nor vvere these tenents in the schooles discust Fit places vvhere such paradoxes must Be controverted but in publique print To make vnlearned vulgar eyes to squint From truth on falshood all the land about These dang'rous bookes are cast to make men doubt The truth receiv'd and not resoluing vvhere Safely to stand or to vvhat side t' adhere To fall as fast to Rome or atheisme As those in Arrius time to Gentilisme Better discretion from the heathens lavves Might be observ'd For no religious cause VVith them vvas handled ' mongst the vulgar sort And vvith the Turckes his life he forfaites for 't Dares question any Learned Varro shut Such bookes in schooles and private closets But Boue all th' Apostles and the fathers vvere Herein most chary For vvhen ever there Sprung any diff'rence ' tvvixt them they ne're made Saucy appeales to temprall Kings to shade Or bolster up their fancyes None did write Bitter invectiues gainst his opposite Nor clamorous bills in any princes court Put up but lovingly they did resort I' th' feare of God together there propose Their doubtes alleadge their reasons confirme those And then determine from Gods sacred word VVhat must be follovv'd vvhat must be ahorr'd Good sheapherds lead their flocks to feeding nigh Those pleasing rivers that streame quietly And not in whirle pooles Those of highest place Shall haue fruition in th' almighty's grace That draw most soules vnto him VVhere shall they Become that fright vnstable soules away Consider this all you whose hot desire Of worldy honour far surmounts the fire Of your cold zeale And fix in heav'n your mind Where onely lasting honour you shall find So shall our Church be happy in her seed So shall she be from present dangers freed So shall the Gospell 'mongst vs ever flourish So shall our state the true professours nourish So shall the God of Truth your labours blesse And your endeavours Crovvne vvith vvish'd successe Port della Fidelita NOw rise vp Rawleigh helpe me to vnfold A mystery shall make the bloud grow cold In all true English harts VVhich to defeate Those boundlesse braines ofthine did ever beate Till Wisedome swallovved Spanish figges and thou Great Lesters treach'rous ghost assist me novv To vnrip Treasons bowells That may be Hath harbour'd in as great a Peere as thee As highly honour'd and as highly plac'd In Offices of vveight more highly grac'd And novv you Catilines that agents are For Spaines designes to hang your selues prepare For we already haue though late detected Your Treasons blest be God ere th' are effected Nay novv our eyes peace blinded long haue found The plots the meanes to worke by and the ground Of your attempts VVhereby y' haue slily sought Our English freedome Traytor like t' haue brought
pavves As damne themselues for his vnhallovved cause Next him the Cardinalls march in pompous sort VVh ' vvould rather the defendants of the port Corrupt then force by conquest This implyes They shall not vvant for earthly dignityes And temp'rall honours that vvith Rome vvill side Gainst heaun in vvordly triumph those shall ride And he for Babels vvhore vvill spend a soule Shall quaffe in fornications golden boule Be it so Lord such their revvard haue here And plagues hereafter but thy children deere Novv suffer that they may be after Crovvn'd VVhen they shall in thy cup of vvrath be drovvnd A squadron of fat Bishops marcheth next VVhose armes are Pickaxes in stead of text Truth by the spirit can sustaine no harme Therefore they 'd batter't vvith the fleshes arme The last though not the least in force consists Of a vvhole Legion of * Ignatius Priests VVho hauing learnd the vndermining art From him that taught it first to †Berthold Schwart Doubt not to make Truth 's strongest hold to fly VVith * pouderbarrells vp into the sky VVhen lying forging and equivocation Too vveake they found to batter truth's foundation And that the seeming'st reasons they could rack From their sublimest braines reflected back Vpon themselues with shame and vvith disgrace For falshood must at last to truth giue place Though ne're so nearly varnish'd they betooke Themselues to treasons and their bookes forsooke As Iulius did his keyes vvith fire and svvord In stead of zeale and the spirituall vvord They take the field not only to enthrall Mens consciences but liberty and all Thus arguments for armes they haue refused And treasons base for their best reasons â—sed Thus haue they chose for Pallas povverfull charmes Mars his more harsh and forcible alarmes And not prevailing by far-strain'd conclusions Would put dovvne Truth by lavvlesse vvrong confusioÌ„s This Germany too sensibly hath felt And smarted for vvhose soule can chuse but melt To thinke on 't vvhere the title to the Crovvne Of that vnhappy Kingdome tumbled dovvne Truth 's best professours For the plot vvas layd Before th' election of the Paltz grave made Hovv to defeate him This vvas onely done To make him on his owne confusion runne And that they might the eyes of iustice blind VVith some pretence of equity and bind Our hands that vvere engaged to support So iust a cause How grossely did they sport VVith thy mild nature thou whose sacred name The title of the Prince of Peace may Claime How was thy soule abus'd with false relations And hopes of ne're-meant reconciliations How did that damned Don and 's agents here That were of all thy subjects plac'd most neere Thy nought-suspecting heart infatuate The wisest Prince on earth and captivate That iudgment whereat all the world did gaze Sure he that skrew'd thee into such a maze Of errour was no Spanyard but a devill Sent vp from hell to worke the Church such evill Hovv couldst thou else vvith patience sit and see Truth 's fall and thine ovvne childrens misery VVhile as 't is thought there vvas more treasure speÌ„t In fruitles embassades and complement Then vvould not onely haue the Paltz secur'd But in it's bounds the Austrian pride immur'd VVer 't nor for this blest King and th' old ones playster Thou migh'st perchance haue yet beene Britaines master Novv Germany lyes drovv'nd in her ovvne blood And all that for Religions quarrell stood Haue suffer'd Martyrdome and Frances King Is set a vvorke the Huguenots to bring Into subjection Yet one sore doth ly In th' eye o' th' Pope and 's Catholique Majesty VVhich needs must be remov'd before the rest And that 's our land of Heretiques the nest As they please terme it hovv they this may doe Spaines councell and the Romane Conclaue too VVith Beelzebub that sits as President At Councell table haue a long time spent VVith forreigne forces to invade a land So rich so vvell appointed so vvel mann'd VVith high resolved spirits that ever bore Themselues in vvarres victorious heretofore And made good proofe of perfect valour till Base treachery against the valiant's vvill Did Generally Mislead them novv of late And the vvhole vvorld may Admire all thereat T' invade so stout a people needs must be A dang'rous action full of jeopardy Besides the very thought of eighty eight Dants them and quells such resolutions straight VVherefore 't is safest in such case to fly From open vvarre to secret trechery He that intends to bring a countrey vnder Either he must before he lighten thunder Or else rayse vp and nourish in 't a faction May make him entrance through their ovvne destraction In eyghty eight the former they assay'd Then treating peace vvhen th' had their anchores vvaigh'd To saile to our destruction But be blest You heav'ns their svvord vvas turn'd on their ovvne brest Novv of the second project they make tryall And Spanish gold alas finds rare denyall From Spaines exchequer some some from the Popes Aâ—e fed with gold but more with golden hopes This th' haue attempted long and how too true T is th' haue prevaild I feare too late we rue â—iâ—st seeing Religion is the strongest Chaine To ty mens harâ—s together and 't is vaine To hope for conquest whiles that Concords band Environs like a wall of brasse our Land His Holynes hath learn'd of Machiavell In whom all Popes haue ever beene read well T' advise his standard bearer to devide Truths chiefest followers that while they doe side In factions mongst themselues he may with ease Destroy them all ev'n as himselfe shall please By taking part with th' one Which to effect Sathan his writts doth readily direct To all the peeres of darknes VVho being met And capering to the Councell-table set In comes the Divells Duke great Lucifer VVhen all to make obeysance quickly stir Scraping their cloven feet and lovvely bending Because their honours are from him depending Straight Beelzebub the chosen President After a hem that all in pieces rent The walls of Lâ—mbo an oration roar'd To all the Luciferians amply stor'd With threatnings what he sayd I did not heare If needes you 'le know the cause I was not there But by the sequell I perchance may guesse That solemnly his hate he did professe To Truth and all her follo'wers and 's desire T' enlarge his empire and to bring it â—igher To vniversall greatnes But there lay To curbe his great designes a rubbe i' th vvay Truths fortresse vvhence he often had sustaind Losse irrecov'rable and seldome gaind Ought else but shamefull falls disgracefull foyles Or strong repulses Therefore all their vviles Of hellish policy they novv must proue This let of their ambition to remoue All spend their censure that since force prevailes not Treason must do 't that too too often failes not VVherefore vvith generall voyces they conclude That fiends in shevv of friends must truth delude And so betray her To this cursed end In humane shape
vndermine 't VVho ever found fall Corrivalls in a throne endure each other VVhat ere he be friend kinsman father brother VVhen empires ly at stake the one must dovvne Such jealousies ever attend a Crowne And think'st thou theÌ„ cause th' art imploy'd by Spaine The German princes freedome to restraine Th' empire shall by succession be deriu'd To the right line no that must be depriu'd To make thy founders large extents entire Thus thou art but the faggot set to fire Thy friends and burne thy selfe the bee vvhose sting In others fix'd her selfe to death shall bring The same ignoble Saxon is thy case Whom envy stir'd and emulation base Against the checks of conscience to forsake Truth 's cause and part with errours friends to take What hast thou gain'd hereby first God that knovves The harts of all men heavy iudgments shovves To curbe such irreligious Atheists pride That vvillfully vvith earth 'gainst heav'n doe side He loues no sinners but such reprobates And grosse dissemblers from his soule he hates Hereby blind Duke what purchase hast thou made But ev'n a yoke vpon thine owne neck layd And made thy children slaues Could'st not foresee VVhen Austria hath subiected Germany Th' Empire shall by inheritance descend As Boheme long hath done then to what end Serue the Electours but to serue like slaues Spaines Tyrants and endure their basest braues By ayding thus in friendly sort thy foes And with an envyous spleene pursuing those That were thy friends Th' hast cut with luckles hand Thy right hand of So maymed shalt thou stand Vnpityed to posterity As one VVho by opposing that religion Against his conscience he himselfe profest On earth gain'd slauery and in hell vnrest So speed Truths foes that dry deaths seldome see Such turne coate Saxon 's like thy end to be Now march on Spaines right arme whose hardned skill In feates of war so many mouthes doth fill VVith high encomious as if thou of men Deseru'dst alone to make the Worthyes ten VVhy dost thou here whose well knowne name and force Frights further then it strikes the Troian horse Beare for device vvhat doth it intimate Thy Sinon craft got the Palatinate Yes sure it iustly may For all knovv vvell That since your divelish maxime rose from hell Of breaking oathes and leagues vvhen ere you please Y' haue gained more by such damn'd tricks as these Then by your svvords VVhen thou hadst past the Rhine Into the countrey of the Palatine Thou knew'st thy iourney like to cost thee deare If Thurlach and Count Mansfield tarried there The Tyger then his vvonted courage vvanted Being by a more couragious Lyon danted See what the fox can doe Thou knevv'st so farre Our peacefull King did hate the name of vvarre That rather then he vvould of battels heare He 'd beg for peace or purchase 't ne're so deare Therefore th' Arch-duchesse sends to him vvith speed An embassade as Spinola decreed King Iames did ' by persuasion soone consent Desiring blouds effusion to prevent That on condition Spinola vvould avvay To free the countrey Mansfield should not stay The time 's prefix'd By th' style th' Arch-duchesse gets Ten dayes And first Count Mansfield forvvard sets And marcheth fairely vvith his army thence As Thurlach did vvhen novv vvithout defence The Paltz vvas left th' Italian quit indeed The land in person as it vvas decreed But left his army vvith Gonzales there VVho seconded by Mounsieur Tilly vvere These none opposing vvast vvith fire and svvord And all the cruelty vvarre can afford The miserable countrey Naked left Vnto th' invaders fury And bereft Of Mansfields helpe for vvhom in vvait they lay But through their sides his valour made him vvay Then might you see flames frequent murthers rapes On all sides none the soldiours fury scapes But torrent-like the Wallon beares dovvne all Not sparing yong or old or great or small And in contempt of God and men detaines Perfidiously these his ill-purchas'd gaines Our King being made by this Italian vvile The Instrument his children to beguile Iustly vvith such a base affront incens'd Had vvith his quiet nature novv dispens'd Then zealous in Gods cause and ours vvert thou Earle Pembroke but the case is alter'd novv And vovves to take revenge by open vvarre VVhich to prevent Spaines old familiar Most cunningly corrupts the English court Suborning some and those of highest sort In vaine their King to credulous to persuade For all wrongs satisfaction should be made Which ne're was meant they knew sometimes they 'd fire him VVith high encomions All the vvorld admire him As peaces Patron all posterityes Him as the Prince of peace shall memorize But if his svvord vvere dravvne oh vvhat a floud VVould it dravv out vvith it of Christian bloud Then should that honour he by peace had gain'd Be lost and vvith a boutefeaus title stain'd At other times his feare they 'd vvorke vpon VVith faign'd surmises of invasion For breach o' th' league if he should succour those That must be Spaines because th' are Austrias foeâ— Thus vvhile too iustly he doth vveigh the cause They make him breake the bond of natures lavves Yet nettled something vvith so grosse a vvrong From one that to th' Arch duchesse did belong He sent to let her knovv he vvas abus'd She flightly vvith a Punick trick excus'd Her servants actions Sending vvord vvithall Neither Gonzales vvas her generall Nor Tilly therefore by no meanes it lay In her the army to command avvay VVhich yet she vndertooke till those had quit The countrey vvho had else safe guarded it And Spinolas army lay there Then amaine Another posts vnto the King of Spaine He ansvvere makes it vvas not in his povver Tilly commanded for the Emperour To vvhom another's sent and he replyes Lieutenant for Bavaria there he lyes Bavaria this disclames and doth professe He tooke and kept it for his Holynesse So vvas thy Paltz Prince Frederick quite forsaken Of all thy friends by fraud not valour taken But rise thou God of Truth avvake from sleepe Hovv long shall thy distres'd and slaughter'd sheepe Be thus by VVolues devour'd lift vp thine head And let thine enemies be scattered Though we haue been thus backward all this while And let our foes as 't were besiege our Ile Yet now oh now at last your hearts combine Great Caesar and graue Senate yet now joyne Your force witts whatsoe're is yours t' abate French Spanish Austrian pride and let our state Gaine once againe what rate so ere it cost If possible the honour it hath lost The fire in frost its heat doth recollect T' expell the cold let this conceit reflect Vpon your breasts Let publique danger bind In publick vnity your soule and minde So may our concord giving life and heate To our allies abroad remoue the seate Of war from home which had bene done ere this Had not our Councels guided bene amisse So may I liue to see proud Austria sit perchance as low as poore as ever yet So may the Gospell flourish and regaine It 's former splendour and our land retaine Her ancient prosperous happines and rest Neither abroad nor yet at home opprest Which that it may doe and th'unconquer'd Fort Of Truth for ever safely may support Thy poore distres'd ones Let oh Lord the Eye Of thy most watchful Providence descry All danger may annoy't And let it stand Safe guarded with thy strong Protections Hand And let the Scepter of thy Power defend The Scepter that defends it to the end FINIS * Exo. â— 17. * Soloâ—… mentia 〈…〉 mulan insolitis tibi vâ—â— sibus capitis 〈◊〉 persuasit Atheniensib 〈◊〉 Megaâ—â—sâ—◠〈◊〉 bâ—llu inferre Iust lâ—… †Certainâ— bitter invectiue orationâ— of de 〈◊〉 nes against Phil. of Macedon and 〈◊〉 Cicero 〈◊〉 mitation of him against M Antonius †Neither totally noâ— fully but in the sencibility of operation * 1. Kin 22. 31. Miles saciâ—n feri A Casteâ—â—o 〈◊〉 â—a verita B Port orthe dosso C The Pope ◠◠〈…〉 〈…〉 * 〈…〉 * Nido d'heâ—â—â—tici ◠†Of Pardons c. †A ReligaÌ„â—o * The Diuel * Da chi mi fido mi guar do Dio. Da chi mi noÌ„ fido mi guar â—â—ro 〈◊〉 H ◠◠†Intus quod latet externa pingitur in facie Caâ—e a signatis â— * 〈…〉 19. 18 M N †Tu nullâ— plangente 〈…〉 * In quo discordia cives Perduxiâ— miâ—eros Virgi †〈…〉 * Christiaâ—us occasâ—â—â—â—testinis discordijs labâ—â—◠†Qui sub nomine Chri stiano doctri uae resisterent Christianae Tertul * †Mahomet * 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Sozom Scholis ac parietibus clausit Aug. de C. D. * Act. 15. * 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Sep. Ps. 23. 2 * To true P Port della Fidelita ◠†Kind of 〈…〉 an â—…an Rat creepes â—…elly a sleeping â—…s out â—utts â—â—â—sse â—i◠†â—â—tuâ—sse â—â—n lâ—ng â—oâ—â—iers to â—â—â—â—n agt. â—…ke â—â—nd agt. 〈…〉 Arch â—â—agt the 〈…〉 c. 〈…〉 one â—…hers 〈…〉 R †â—h of Maced thought no gate so strong but an asse laden with gold might passe â—t He was not far from â—â—uth I feare 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Pind. * 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Dem. Olynt 1. * 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 the same case Dem. Oly. 1. Principâ—â—â— obsta * 〈…〉 2 Fides non est â—enonda cum hâ—reticis Gallus gallicus * Neque enim bénefacta ma ligne detrectare meum est Mat. 13 * Dunkirke †〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Xerx de Artem in Her Vn is Pellaeo iuveni non sufficit orbis * Ad geneâ— Cereris sinâ—c aede saâ— guine panâ— c. Iuve â— sat T V * Too familiar with K. Iames. Hac ratione potes iustus Rex forte videri sed non crudelis non potes esse pater X Y Z