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
Papists meet They do most lovingly each other greet If such a course mongst us were wisely taken The Sword of Warre should be no longer shaken Against our Peace Our King should Papists find As Protestants in France to bear like mind Then Protestants and Papists surely would Our King and Kingdoms Peace alike uphold And those that did attempt this way to trie They did not deal therein unfaithfully Shall I for this a Papist judged be And one that would uphold Romes Popery 'Twixt Roman Church and Poperies rule therein I know not but a difference may be seen Romes Church had once no Vniversall Power But was in Faith and Truth a Church like our Romes being of a Church not quite distruct Rome still a true Church is though much corrupt From Rome as shee 's a Church we do not sever But where she is corrupt in that we leave her The Scripture hath to us this truth revealed We Babilon would heal she 'd not be healed Come out of her Corruptions then with haste Lest staying in them we her judgements taste Romes Church that was we must thereof allow We onely shunne those vile corruptions now Which are in Rome and do that Church deface We dare not for our Souls such stuffe embrace With Papists yet in outward things we may Hold such a Peace as doth not Truth gainsay This Truth Saint Paul doth by his Doctrine reach And so indeed doth his example preach To Jewes a Jew to Greeks a Grecian Paul Would shew himself becoming all to all That he might by his sacred Ministry Gain some to Christ And why then may not I In imitation of so holy a Saint My self with those of Roman stamp acquaint When Paul himself doth thus the Church advise Have Peace with all as much as in you lies This may be done Faith kept uprightly sound For we our Faith upon Gods word do ground The sacred certain grounds of our Salvation Our Church will hold without an alteration Those Fundamentals are and must be kept Romes newer Creed by us to Rome is left But to disturb the Peace of God and King For what is but a Circumstantiall thing A Ceremony we in sober sadnesse Do utterly abhorre such factious madnesse Who for such things themselves in Faction sute A Bride-well School may best with them dispute And still the better honest minds to stay And drive from them all jealous fears away Let no man fear in Christian world to see The Papall Monarchy advanc'd to be Free Kings and Princes now so wise are grown As under Christ they know to hold their own And not admit Romes Papall Jurisdiction Which to the world hath wrought such great affliction Shall it again a work of praise be counted To mount up him by whom themselves dismounted Have been so shamefully Kings will nor be The Stirrop-holders to Romes Papacy The Pope His Asse the Emperour shall be No more brought on the stage to make up three Romes Triple-Crowned Prince shall at no rate With what is theirs nor they with his estate Once meddle He his Oare shall never thrust Into anothers boat for that 's unjust And so will prove when Judgement once comes thither When He and Rome in flames shall burn together Christ's Church to have an Vniversall Head Besides himself must not be seen nor said Pope Gregory the Great shot not beside The mark who call'd it Antichristian pride Deer Protestants then let your hopes not quaile For of great power is truth and will prevaile All Protestants in truth who tightly are Let them the Peace of God and King preferre Gods Spirit which into all Truth doth lead In Scripture for the Churches Peace doth plead And doth beseech to mark with diligence The causers of all Schism and difference And to avoid them For indeed such are The causers raisers of Rebellious Warre I would to God each Brownist Seperatist Each Anabaptist and each Familist The brats of strife and workers of Division Whose Tenets Sound Divines have in Derision Were either banish't out of Englands ground Or here to punish them some course were found Laws ready made if executed well Have Force enough their Factions to refell These have a new Division made most strange Which hath in Subjects wrought a dangerous change The Person of the King they set a side And to the Laws His Royall Power divide A strange Division whereby Subjects may Rebell against their King yet Laws obey When as the Laws do in the King subsist His Royall Person gives to them their list If Laws be none of his whose are they then The Laws of Subjects given to other men Who as themselves are Subjects and no more This is a strain of wit not known before A Constable with power is heard to say I charge you in the Kings name to obey His Laws then in his Person do subsist And those who them His Person do resist His Crown and Dignity and every thing Which doth adorn the Person of a King These are the Sophisters whose slye dispute Enwrapt the Kingdom in a Mourning Suâ—e Had five of them at first been put away It had been happy for us at this day Westminster builded was a Monument Of Regall State and power Magnificent Westminster now a Monument hath built Which staines her Glory with Rebellions guilt That Cloud dispers't a Sunne will shine upon her And her restore unto her Ancient Honour The Kings and Countreys Peace from her shall flow And make them both in glory up to grow That man or woman is too much to blame Whose heart and mind doth not desire the same If Protestants would all in one agree That true Religion might upholden be And as dâ—er Children of our holy Mother The Church of Christ in England love each other And keep the truth of Faith with full consent Submitting to our Churches Government We then might Peace enjoy and every one Be both true Christian and good Subject known And let not Fools though they Divisions see Think that mongst us no Church of Christ can be The Spouse though black yet like the tents of Keder She comely is and on the mounts of Bether * Her glorious Husband Iesus Christ is found As Roe or Hart about that Hilly ground In Christ his Church offences will fall out But woe to those by whom they 'r brought about know Christ knows his own they him their Shep heard This Church of Christ no power can overthrow In England Christ hath his beloved choice And those are they who hearken to his voice And follow him unto their last of breath And hee 'l prâ—serve them both in life and death His Church as Tirzah doth appear in sight Most beautifull her glory shining bright And as an Army terrible is shee With Banners spread Her foes will fear to see The Majesty of Her well ordered form Which threatneth them with a most fearfull storm The Captain of Iehovahs Host doth lead The Battell on He for his
Foy you ran away Like to a brave and Noble Generall And left your men to th' worst might them befall O my good Lord full time enough you had And might a way unto your Peace have made Not by your running from but running to Your good King Charles and something so to do As might befit a Subject low submission And so have made your Peace on good Condition But neither God nor your good King could move you To do so as your God and King might love you But out you runne in your mis-leading way And so you do in your Rebellion stay What is 't my Lord you and your Armies crave Would you our good King Charles your Prisoner have Now God forbid Two Kings * so once were kept And both of life and Kingdoms were bereft To King and Kingdoms woe when Subjects shall Upon their King in terms imperious fall Sir if you will not with our will complye We will thereto enforce your Majesty Your words have sounded to the like effect And thereof do your deeds your selves detect We then must grant Our Soveraign justly stands Upon his Guard to keep out of your hands His Royall Person What! must Kings submit Unto their Subjects Can we think it fit That Subjects should their Soveraign's Judges be Out fall their eyes that this desire to see There is a Court where Christ the Judge doth sit Before whose judgement-Seat we all must meet T is he that sayes By me Kings rule and Reign T is He will then the Right of Kings maintain Gainst those he will his powerfull Justice arm Who His Annointed Touch and Prophets harm Good David did confesse he sinn'd that day When he the lap of Sauls Coaâ— cut away Is 't not a greater sinne when Subjects take All things from their good King and Shipwrack make Of all belonging to his Royall State And so their King and Kingdom ruinate Before the Lord our God of Kings the King When Subjects come to answer such a thing Unto what help can they themselves betake But to repent and restitution make It 's long before that Judge will come some say Judge Conscience know his Cour keeps every day If Conscience thee condemne thou ought'st to know Heavens Judge is greater giving Judgements blow The rule by which he judgeth is his Word This doth a most un-erring Truth afford If by this blessed Rule thou wilt be led By it not me be thou thus counselled My Noble Lord Your Royall King behold And then your self in Faiths obedience fold Ask but his Pardon 't is a Noble thing A Noble Subject yeelds unto his King And such a King whose mercy doth transcend The faults wherein his subjects can offend Then love your King His Pardon once obtain'd The love of God and King you then have gain'd So shall you then a Noble Subject be And all good Subjects will rejoyce to see When to your King you reconciled are And seek for Peace and stop the course of warre This is the thing for which we humbly pray And will rejoyce to see that happy day Then Noble Peer thy fellow-Peers perswade That Peace 'twixt King and People may be made So shall we all most heartily rejoyce And praise our Gracious God with heart and voice The Second Song My Mâ—se a â—ace to Manchester doth hye As hearing there are Irish Wares to buy Râ—ugh Irish Ruggs and horâ—ed Beasts full many Of Irish breed which are the worst of any My Muse a while doth go to look on those And see how there mongst them the Market goes EArl Manchester what an infectious stirre Is made by thee what rage doth make the spurre That drives thee on in Actions to proceed Whereby thou mak'st thy Native Country bleed The Scab the Botch the Murrain and the Byle Of Egypt was as thine not half so vile That onely did on the Egyptians fall Gods people were therewith not hurt at all But now Rebâ—llion ayded by thy hand Doth with a Plague fill all thy Native Land And like a Leprosâ—e infecteth so As all the Kingdom sensible of woe Mourns to behold the Ruine that is brought Upon her self by her own Children wrought And here at thee I wonder more the rather Because the Sâ—nne of such a Noble Father That Noble Root whence thou a Branch art grown Was to his King a faithfull Subject known For Fourty yeers I all his wayes observ'd And for my part I never found he swerv'd From Rules of Justice but did think that he Might wash his hands as from Corruption free What others have laid to his charge of late For me to question now 't is out of date Because hee 's gone away to his last home And long before this time hath known his doom The time was when a Parliament could do it Which question 's greatest men and makes them rue it When guilty found That Court doth over awe The greatest Peers that sinne against the Lawe And calls them to account Thus Subjects all Unto that High Court's Censure stand or fall Their power reacheth over every Soul Except the King Hee 's free from their controul For they but Subjects are He is their King And must obeyed be in every thing If not in active yet in passive wayes This ever was the Christian Subjects praise Who rather would his deâ—rest blood expend By suffering then their God and Prince offend By damn'd Rebâ—llion Noble Earl what shame What great dishonour hast thou brought thy name Unto I do not know the like was done By any of thy house before to run In such Rebellious courses none hath stain'd Thy race that way none unto it hath gain'd The name of Rebell Thou I must confesse A yonger brother hast who runs no lesse Yet in another way He takes Romes part And therein thou like him a Rebell art He runs from his obedience to his King And so do'st thou the very self same thing Romes Soveraign Power thou seemest to deny Yet grantest not our Kings Supremacy If good King Charles Supreme in all things be Why then do'st thou from thy obedience flee because therein thou would'st with Rome agree For shame my Lord for shame this error see Thou had'st an Uncle by thy Fathers side A noble Reverend Prelate that did ride In Honours Chariot for his vertuous life Who made Gods House his most endeared wife Bath Church will ever sound his honoured praise Out of the Dust he did her beauty raise And she doth there unto the world present His blessed memory in his Monument I 'me suâ—e that he withstood Romes Popery And did maintain Truths written verity What makes thee then thus to degenerate The Churches Cause Yes yes so some do prate In Church Religion pure to keep is 't that Hath made thee do indeed thou know'st not what A Proud perverse and peevish Puritan Doth want no ill that can be in a Man And yet he will Religious seem to be O horrible 't is more then shame to see
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