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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

they cannot digest Another sort amongst us now doth dwell VVho nothing preach but Christ and can you tell The truth of Gospell how to lead your life Yet in their hearts is nothing else but strife Follow their doctrine let their works alone For they will bring you to destruction These are the wolves which in Lambs clothing come VVhose doctrine's purely good their vices shun And such as these though they seem men of worth Must out of Church and state be spued forth The Canaanites amongst us yet do dwell As bad as Locusts sprung from deepest hell Most cruell swearers such as do profane And take the glorious name of God in vain To you that sit at helm it doth belong To punish such who do Gods name thus wrong And have a care you do it out of hand Lest God do cast you out of Canaans land And pride in cloathes is grown to great excesse In them who chiefly should it most suppresse The poore and needy not regarded are Nor for to ask their own they hardly dare You rich men have a care think on the grief Of those which are in want send them relief When as your table 's full you little know That like to want there is no greater wo All these are punishments which God hath sent Amongst us and yet we hardly can repent And let me tell you which you may believe If we do still Gods sacred spirit grieve And do persist in these our sinfull wayes More heavy judgements shall come in our dayes That sword of warre which God hath in his hand Hath it not been unsheathed in our land How many souls have felt witnesse that blood In severall battells flowing like a flood If we by these cannot amend our ill God in his quiver hath more arrows still His bow is bent and if he once more shoot Famine shall destroy both the branch and root Though God comes slowly with his leaden heele His iron hands shall make the stoutest reel The Authours most humble Petition to the Honourable House of Commons Most worthy Senatours LEt me beseech you pity my sad fate And let your goodnesse help my poore estate I alwayes faithfull to the State have stood Adventuring many times my dearest bloud In your most just defence nor did I seek Mine own advantage but did fight to keep Your Noble persons for to sit in Peace That truth by your grave wisdomes might increase Commiserate my wants think on my grief And let your Honours quickly grant relief And I as bound in duty ever shall For your prosperity to heavens call POEMS VPON THE SEVERALL Members of the honourable House of Commons and others On his Excellencie Sir THOMAS FAIRFAX Capt. Generall of the Parliaments Forces True nobly valiant and of courage stout Have you not put the Kingdomes foes to rout Of you it may be said without controule Man ne're injoyed a more purer soule And for your valour who can paralell Sure many may surmise but few can tell Fidelitie with true religion plac't Are of such worth they cannot be disgrac't In these 't is known your honour hath them both Religion linckt with vertue is your troth For sure I am that after ages will Admire your Feats in Militarie skill Xerxes in wisdome had not halfe your fill On Oliver Cromwell Esquire Lieutenant Generall and a Member of the honourable House of Commons Oft hath your valour in the field bin shown Loud hath the Trump of fame your merits blown In Winchby field and vpon Marston More Vndauntedly you fought and kill'd goodstore Eternall blisses shall for you statues raise Remembrancers to be of your just praise Courage and valour have you in every par● Religions purities plac'd in your heart Only true love unto Gods sacred word Made you unsheath your keen well tempred sword What have you left undone for Countries right Enforc't you have their enemies to flight Leaving a name shall live so long as light On Major Generall Skippon Philip of Macedon was not more stout How many Battells have you fiercely fought In Cornwall was your valour bravely shown Leaving true trophies to the world well known Let Newb'ries witnesse besides Kenton field In which the stoutest you did make to yeild Proudly your brandish'd sword you there did weild Stand firme and sure as you have begun Keeping truth fast untill your glasse be run Invalid merits tends upon all those Prefers true vertue hates the publique foes Oft have you ventur'd life for Countries cause Nor have you swerv'd from justnesse of the lawes On William Lenthall Esquire Speaker of the Honourable House of Commons Wisdome with vertue joyn'd dwells in your brest Inflam'd with zeale to seek your Countries rest Learned you are in Lawes concernes this State Lending your aide to punish all that hate In their most cruell mindes the publique good Attesting against those which have withstood Maliciously to ruine all our good Loud let the trump of fame sound out your praise Erecting statues and true trophies raise Never to fade that your deserved worth To after ages clearly may shine forth Have you not spent your time enacting Lawes All in defence of Parliamentall cause Live shall your pious name while England is Leaving a fame shall crown your end with blisse On Sir Benjamin Rudyard Knight a worthy Member of the honourable House of Commons Blest are you in your just and pious wayes Envie it selfe cannot detract your praise Nor can the worst of hate blame your true worth Jn spight of ill your vertues shines more forth All godly men are happy in your good More vigour hath it then the greatest flood In your religious and pure harmlesse life None can outvie with all their greatest strife Remain a Pillar fixt on Englands Land Vnblemisht shall your name for ever stand Deeds of your goodnesse and in smoother verse You shall have writ upon your sable hearse And af●er ages shall admire your fame Rightly deserved and your spotlesse name Doth speak the goodnesse of your pious flame On Sir John Francklin Knight a Member of tbe Honourable House of Commons Jnspir'd with vertue inricht with noble brest Of learning wisdome goodnesse full possest Have you not spent much time in taking pain Not for your own by-ends but Countries gain Faithfull and trusty to the State you are Religious in performing arts most rare All Souldiers prayers is that you may bee Not happy here but to Eternitie Courage most noble sir in your brave waies Knowing your merits do deserve great praise Let envie speak its worst sure you shall have Immortall fame to bring you to your grave Nor shall the evillest tongue your merits wave On Sir Tho. Dacres Knight a Member of the honourable House of Commons Trusty and faithfull are you to the State Have you not spent your time to extirpate Open known vices and for to expell Many grosse errors which amongst us dwell Arming your heart with power and might Sins to demolish that stop Gospells light Deserving here