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The sea could not such dangerous tempests move: Her knotty hairs were with dire serpents twist,
Clad with those arms of proof, her nakedness;
And lyes flew thick, like cannons' smoky cloud, He's a large prisoner in all England made! Here Learning and th' Arts met; as much they He must not pass to Ireland's weeping shore;
fear'd The wounds these surgeons make must yield them As when the Hunns of old and Goths appear'd. more;
What should they do? Unapt themselves to fight, He must not conquer his lewd rebels there,
They promis'd noble pens the acts to write. Lest ke should learn by that to do it here.
There Ignorance advanc'd, and joy'd to spy The sea they subject next to their command; So many that durst fight they know not why; The sea, that crowns our kings and all their land. From those who most the slow-soul'd monks disdain, Thus poor they leave him, their base pride and scorn, From those she hopes the monks' dull age again. As poor as these, now mighty men, were born; Here Mercy waits, with sad but gentle look, When straight whole armies meet in Charles's right; Never, alas! had she her Charles forsook ! A man would swear, that saw this altered state, For mercy on her friends to Heaven she cries, Kings were call'd gods because they could create Whilst Justice pulls down vengeance from the skies Vain men; 'tis Heaven this first assistance brings, Oppression there, Rapine, and Murder, stood, The same is Lord of Hosts that 's King of Kings. Ready, as was the field, to drink their blood : Had men forsook him, angels from above
A thousand wronged spirits amongst them moan'd, (Th’ Assyrian did less their justice move)
And thrice the ghost of mighty Strafford groan'd. World all have muster'd iu his righteous aid,
Now flew their cannon thick through wounded air, And thunder 'gainst your cannon would have play'd. Sent to defend, and kill, their sovereign there. It needs not so, for man desires to right
More than he them, the bullets fear'd his head, Abus'd mankind, and wretches you must fight. And at his feet lay innocently dead;
Wor'ster first saw 't, and trembled at the view; They knew not what those men that sent then Too well the ills of civil war she knew.
meant, Twice did the flames of old her towers invade, And acted their pretence, not their intent. Twice call'd she in vain for her own Severn's aid. This was the day, this the first day, that showid Here first the rebel winds began to roar,
How much to Charles for our long peace wę ow'd : Brake loose from the just fetters which they bore; By this skill here, and spirit, we understood, Here mutinous waves above their shore did swell, From war nought kept him but his country's good. And the first storm of that dire winter fell.
In his great looks what chearful anger shone !
They follow close, and haste into the fight,
Lest too much conquest lose so brave a day! On two fair bills both armies next are seen, For still the battle sounds behind, and Fate Th'affrighted valley sighs and sweats between; Will not give all; but sets us here a rate: Here angels did with fair expectance stay,
Too dear a rate she sets ; and we must pay And wish'd good things to a king as mild as they ; One honest man for ten such knaves as they. There fiends with hunger waiting did abide,
Streams of black tainted blood the field besmear, And cursed both, but sprrr'd-on th' guilty side, But pure, well-colour'd drops shine here and there i Jlere stood Religion, her looks gently sage,
They scorn to mix with floods of baser veins, Aged, but much more comely for her age!
Just as the nobler moisture oil disdains. There Schism, old hag, tho’seeming young, appears, Thus fearless Lindsey, thus bold Aubigny, As snakes by casting skins renew their years; Amidst the corpse of slaughter'd rebels lie: Undecent rags of several dyes she wore,
More honourably than --- e'er was found, And in her hand torn liturgies she bore.
With troops of living traitors circled round. Here Loyalty an humble cross display'd,
Rest, valiant souls, in peace ! ye sacred pair, And still, as Charles pass'd by, she bow'd and And all whose deaths attended on you there, pray’d.
You're kindly welcom'd to Heaven's peacefu Sedition there her crimson banner spreads,
coast, Snakes all her hands, and roars with all her heads : | By all the reverend martyrs' noble host :
Your soaring souls they meet with triumph, all The temple's decent wealth, and modest state, Led by great Stephen their old general.
Had suffer'd ; this their avarice, that their bate: Go,now prefer thy flourishing state
Beggary and scorn into the church they'd bring, Above those murder'd heroes' doleful fate;
And made God glorious, as they made the king: Enjoy that life which thou durst basely save, O happy town, that to lov'd Charles's sight, And thought'st a saw-pit nobler than a grave. those sad times, gay'st safety and delight, Thus many sav'd themselves, and night the rest, The fate which civil war itself doth bless! (ness. Night, that agrees with their dark actions best. Scarce would'st thou change for peace this happiA dismal shade did Heaven's sad face o'erflow, Midst all the joys which Heaven allows thee here; Dark as the night slain rebels found below : Think on thy sister, and then shed a tear. No gentle stars their chearful glories rear'd,
What fights did this sad Winter see each day, Asham'd they were at what was done, and fear'd Her winds and storms came not so thick as they! Lest wicked men their bold excuse should frame Yet nought these far-lost rebels could recall, From some strange influence, and so vail their Not Marlborough's nor Cirencester's fall. shame.
Yet still for peace the gentle conqueror sues ; To Duty thus, Order and Law incline,
By his wrath they perish, yet his love refuse. They who ne'er err from one eternal line;
Nor yet is the plain lesson understood, As just the ruin of these men they thought, Writ by kind Heaven in B- and HD's blood. As Sisera's was, 'gainst whom themselves had fought. Chad and his church saw where their enemy lay, Still they rebellion's ends remember well,
And with just red new mark'd their holy-day. Since Lucifer the great, their shining captain, Fond men ! this blow the injur'd crosier strook ;
Nought was more fit to perish, but thy book. For this the bells they ring, and not in vain; Suchiatal vengeance did wrong'd Charlegrove shew, Well might they all ring out for thousands slain : Where both begun and ended too Fortbis the bonfires their glad lightness spread, His curs'd rebellion; where his soul's repaid When funeral flames might more befit their dead : With separation, great as that he made. For this with solemn thanks they tire their God,
whose spirit mov'd o'er this mighty frame And, whilst they feel it, mock th’ Almighty's rod; O'th' British isle, and out this chaos came. They proudly now abuse his justice more,
the man that taught confusion's art; Than his long mercies they abus'd before.
His treasons restless, and yet noiseless heart. Yet these the men that true religion boast,
His active brain like Etna's top appear'd, The pure and holy, holy, holy, host !
Where treason's forg'd, yet no noise outward heard. What great reward for so much zeal is given ? 'Twas he contriv'd whate'er bold M— said, Why, Heaven has thank'd them since as they And all the popular noise that P— has made; thank'd Heaven.
'Twas he that taught the zealous rout to rise, Witness thou, Brentford, say, thou ancient town, And be his slaves for some feign'd liberties : How inany in thy streets fell groveling down : Him for this black design, Hell thought most fit; Witness the red-coats weltering in their gore, Ah! wretched man, curs’d by too good a wit! And dy'd anew into the name they bore:
If not all this your stubborn hearts can fright, Witness their men blow'd up into the air
Think on the West, think on the Cornish might: All elements their ruins joy'd to share);
The Saxon fury, to that far-stretch'd place, In the wide air quick flames their bodies tore,
Drore the torn relics of great Brutus' race: Then, drown'd in waves, they're tost by waves to Here they of old did in long safety lie, shore :
Compass'd with seas, and a worse enemy; Witness thou, Thames, thou wast amaz'd to see Ne'er till this time, ne'er did they meet with foes Men madly run to save themselves in thee; More cruel and more barbarous than those. In vain, for rebels' lives thou would'st not save, Ye noble Britons, who so oft with blood And down they sunk beneath thy conquering wave. Of Pagan hosts have dy'd old Tamar's flood; Good, reverend Thames! the best-belov'd of all If any drop of mighty ('ther still, Those nuble blood that meet at Neptune's hall; Or Uther's mightier son, your veins does fill; London's proud towers, which do thy head adurn, Show then that spirit, till all men think by you Are not thy glory now, but grief and scorn. The doubtful tales of your great Arthur true : Thou griev'st to see the white nam'd palace shine, You ’ave shown it, Britons, and have often done Without the beams of its own lord and thine: Things that have cheer'd the weary, setting Sun. Thy lord, which is to all as good and free, Again did Tamar your dread arms behold, As thou, kind flood ! to thine own banks canst be. As just and as successful as the old : How does thy peaceful back disdain to bear It kiss'd the Cornish banks, and vow'd to bring The rebels' busy pride at Westminster!
His richest waves to feed th' ensuing spring i Thon, who thyself dost without murmuring pay But murmur'd sadly, and almost deny'd Eternal tribute to thy prince, the Sea.
All fruitful moisture to the Devon side. • To Oxford next great Charles in triumph came, Ye sons of war, by whose bold acts we see Oxford, the British Muses' second fame.
How great a thing exalted man may be; Here Learning with some state and reverence looks, The world remains your debtor, that as yet And dwells in buildings lasting as her books; Ye have not all gone forth and conquer'd it. Both now eternal, but they’ad ashes been,
I knew that Fate some wonders for you meant, Had these religious Vandals once got in.
When matchless Hopton to your coasts she sent Not Bodley's noble work their rage would spare, Hopton! so nise, he needs not Fortune's aid, For bouks they know the chief malignants are. So fortunate, his wisdom's useless made : In sain they silence every age before;
Should his so often-try'd companions fa'l, Por pens of time to come will wound them more ! His spirit alone, and courage, would pr:vail.
Miraculous man ! how would I sing thy praise, Could this white day a gift inore grateful bring! Had any Muse crown'd me with half the bays Oh yes! it brought bless'd Mary to the king ! Conquest hath given to thee; and next thy name In Keynton field they met ; at once they view Should Berkely, Stanning, Digby, press to fame. Their former victory, and enjoy a new : Godolphin ! thee, thee Grenville! I'd rehearse, Keynton, the place that Fortune did approve, But tears break off my verse!-
To be the noblest scene of war and love. How oft has vanquish'd Stamford backward fed; Through the glad vale ten thousand Cupids fled, Swift as the parted souls of those he led !
And chas'd the wandering spirits of rebels dead; How few did his huge multitudes defeat,
Still the lewd scent of powder did they fear, For most are cyphers when the number's great! And scarter'd eastern smells through all the air. Numbers, alas! of nien, that made no more
Look, happy mount ! look well ! for this is she, Than he himself ten thousand times told o'er. That toil'i and travellid for thy victory : Why hears of Streatton-fight, but must confess Thy flourishing head to her with reverence bow; All that he heard or read before was less;
To her thou ow'st that fame which crowns thee Sad Gerinany can no such trophy bi ast, For all the blood this twenty years she 'as lost. From far-stretch'd shorès they felt her spirit and Vast was their army, and their arms were more
might; Thau th' host of hundred-handed giants bore. Princes ard God at any distance fight. So strong their arms, it did almost appear
At her return well might she a conquest have! Secure, had neither arms nor men been there. Whose very absence such a conquest gave.-In Hop ( n breaks, in break the Cornish powers, This in the West; nor did the North bestow Few, and scarce arm’d, „yet was th' advantage Less cause their usual gratitude to show:
With much of state brave Cavendish led them. What doubts could be, their outward strength to forth, win,
As swift and fierce as tempest from the north ; When we bore arms and magazine within ?
Cavendish! whom every Grace, and every Muse, The violent sword's outdid the musket's ire; Kiss'd at his birth, and for their own did chuse : It strook the bones, and there gare dreadful fire : So good a wit they meant not should excel We sciro'd their thunder; and the reeking blade In arms; but now they see 't an like it well: A thicker smoke than all their cannon made; So large is that rich einpire of his heart, Death and loud tumults fill?d the place around Well may they rest contented with a part. With fruitless rage; fail'n rebels bite the ground! How soon be forc'd the northern cionds to light, The arms we gam'd were wealth, bodies o’ th' foe, And struch confusion into form and light! All that a full-fraught victory can bestow!
Scarce did the Power Divine in fewer days Yet stays not Hopton thus, but still proceeds ; A peaceful world out of a chaos raise. Pursues himself through all his glorious deeds: Bradford and Leeds prop'd up their sinking fame; With Hertford and the prince he joins his fate They bragg'd of hosts, and Fairfax was a name. (The Belgian trophies on their journey wait); Leeds, Bradford, Fa rfax' powers are straight their The prince, who oft had check'd proud W-'s
As quickly as they vote men overthrown: And fool'd that flying conqueror's empty name ; Bootes from his wain look'd down below, Till by his loss that fertile monster thriv'd;
And saw our victory move hot half so slow. This serpent cut in parts rejoin'd and livd:. I see the gallant earl break through the focs; It liv’d, and would have stung us deeper yet, In dust and sweat how gloriously he shows! But that bold Grenville its whole fury inet;
I see him lead the pikes; what will be do? He sold, like Decius, his devoted breath,
Defend him, Heaven! oh, whither will he go? and left the commonwealth heir to his death. Up to the cannons' mouth he leads! in vain Hail, mighty ghost ! look from on high, and see They speak loud death, and threaten, till they're How much our hands and swords remember thee!
ta'en. At Roundway Heath, our rage at thy great fall So Capaneus two armies fill'd with wonder, Whet all our spirits, and made us Grenvilles all. When he charg'd Jove, and grappled with bis thun. Ome thousand horse beat all their numerous power;
der: Bless me! and where was then their conqueror? Both hosts with silence and with terrour shook, Coward of fame, he flies in baste away:
As if not he, but they, were thunder-strook. Men, arms, and name, leaves us, the victors' prey. The courage here, and boldness, was no less; What meant those iron regiments which he brought, Only the cause was better, and success. That moving statues seem'd, and so they fought? Heaven will let nought be hy their cannon done, No way for death but by disease appear'd,
Since at Edgehill they sinn'd, and Burlington. Cannon, and mines, and siege, they scarcely fear'd: Go now, your silly calunnies repeat, Till, 'gainst, all hupes, they proved in this sad And make all papists whom you cannot beat! fight
Let the world know some way, with whom you're Too weak to stand, and yet too slow for flight.
vext, The Furies howlid aloud through trembling air; And vote them Turks when they o'erthrow you Th’ astonish'd snakes fell sadly from their liair:
next! To Lud's proud town their basty flight they took, Why will you die, fond men ! why will you buy The towers and temples at their entrance shook. At this fond rate your country's slavery? In vain their loss they attempted to disguise, Is 't liberty? What are those threats we hear?' And mustered up new troops of fruitless lyes : God fought himself, nor conld th' event be less; 8 A line is here evidently wanting; but the defect Bright Conquest walks the fields in all her dress. is in all the copies hitherto known.
Why do you thus th’ old and new prison fill? The church of England, 'tis your protestation ; When that's the only why; because you will ? But that's “ New"-England by a small reservaFain vould you make God too thus tyrannous be,
tion. And damn poor men by such a stiff decree.
Power of dispensing oaths the Papists claim; Is 't property? Why do such numbers, then, Case hath got leave of God to do the same: From God beg vengeance, and relief from men ? For you do hate all swearing so, that when Why are th' estates and goods seiz'd-on, of all You've sworn an oath, ye break it straight again. Whom coretous or malicious men miscall ?
A curse upon you! which hurts must these naWhat's more our own than our own lives? But oh
tious, Could Yeomans or could Bourchier find it so? Cavaliers' swearing, or your protestations? The barbarons coward, always us'd to fly,
Nay, though oaths be by you so much abhor'd, Did know no other way to see men die.
Y'allow " God damn me" in the Puritan Lord. Or is 't religion? What then mean your lyes,
They keep the Bible trom laymen; but ye
Avoid this, for ye have no laity.
You in an unknown sense your prayers say ;
So that this difference 'twixt you does ensue,-
They an unprofitable zoal have got
Ofinvocating saints, that hear them not: THE PURITAN AND THE PAPIST. 'Twere well you did so; nought may more be fear'd, A SATIRE.
In your fond prayers, than that they should be
heard. So two rude wares, by storms together thrown, To them your nonsense well enough might pass, Roar at each other, fight, and then grow one, They'd ne'er see that i'th' divine looking-glass. Religion is a circle ; men contend,
Nay, whether you 'd worship saints is not known, And run the round in dispute, without end : For ye 'ave as yet, of your religion, none. Now, in a circle who go contrary,
They by good-works think to be justifi'd : Must, at the last, meet of necessity,
You into the same errour deeper slide; The Roman Catholic, to advance the cause,
You think bv works too justify'd to be, Allows a lye, and calls it pia fraus;
And those ill-works-lyes, treason, perjury. The Puritan approves and does the same,
But, oh! your faith is mighty; that hath been, Dislikes nought in it but the Latin name:
As true faith ought to be, of things unseen: He flows with his devices, and dares lye
At Wor'ster, Brentford, and Edgehill, we see, In very deed, in truth, and verity.
Only by faith, ye 'ave got the victory. He whines, and sighs out lyes with so much ruth, Such is your faith, and some such unseen way, As if he griev'd 'cause he could ne'er speak truth. The public faith at last your dcbis will pay. Lyes bave possess'd the press so, as their due, They hold free-will (that nought their souls may 'Twill scarce, I fear, henceforth print Bibles true.
bind) Lyes for their next strong fort ha' th’ pulpit chose; As the great privilege of all mankind : There they throng out at th' preacher's mouth and You 're here more moderate; for 'tis your intent nose,
To make 't a privilege but of parliament. And, howe'er gross, are certain to beguile
They forbid priests to marry : you worse do; The poor book-tumers of the middle isle ;
Their marriage you allow, yet punish too ; Nay, to th' Almighty's self they have been bold For you 'd make priests so poor, that upon all To lye; and their blasphemous minister told, Who marry scorn and beggary must fall. They might say false to God; for if they were They a bold power o'er sacred scriptures take, Beaten, he knew't not, for he was not there.
Blot out some clauses, and some new ones make: But God, who their great thankfulness did see, Your great lord Jesuit Brookes publicly said, Rewards them straight with another victory, (Brookes, whom too little learning hath made mad) Just such an one as Brentford ; and, sans doubt, That to correct the Creed ye should do well, Will weary, ere 't be long, their gratitude out. And blot out Christ's descending into Hell. Not all the legends of the saints of old,
Repent, wild man ! or you 'll ne'er change, I fear, Not vast Baronius, nor sly Surius, hold
The sentence of your own descending there. Such plenty of apparent lyes as are
Yet modestly they use the Creed; for they In your own author, Jo. Browne Cleric. Par. Would take the Lord's Prayer root and branch Besides what your smell poets said or writ,
away : Brookes, Strode, and the baron of the saw-pit : And wisely said a levite of our nation. With many a mental reservation,
The Lord's Prayer was a popish innovation. You 'll maintain liberty :-Reservd “your own," Take heed, you 'll grant ere long it should be said, For th’ public good the sums rais'd you 'll disburse; An't be but to desire your daily bread. -Reserv'd "the greater part, for your own purse." They keep the people ignorant: and you You 'll root the Cavaliers out, every man ;
Keep both the people and yourselves so too. -Faith, let it be reserv'd here" if ye can.” They blind obedience and blind duty teach : You'll make our gracious Charles a glorious king; You blind rebellion and blind faction preach; -Reservid"in Heaven”—for thither ye would bring Nor can I blame you much, that ye advance His royal head ; the only secure room
That which can only save you, ignorance ; For kings; where such as you will never come. Though, Heaven be prais'd ! 't bas oft been proved To keep th' estates o'th' subjects you pretend;
well, -Reserv'd“ in your own trunks.” You will defend Your ignorance is not invincible :
Nay, such bold lyes to God himself ye raunt, Nay, White, who sits i' th' infallible chair,
And most infallibly speaks nonsense there;
Nay, Cromwell, Pury, Whistler, sir John Wray, For lesser sinners; that is, I conceive,
He who does say, and say, ands ay, and say; Malignants only: you this trick does please ; Nay, Lowry, who does new church-government For the same cause ye 'ave made new Limbuses,
wish, Where we may lie iinprison'd long, ere we
And prophesies, like Jonas, 'midst the fish; A day of judgment in your courts shall see. Who can such various business wisely sway, But Pym can, like the pope, with this dispense, Handling both herrings and bishops in one day : And for a bribe deliver souls from thence.
Nay all your preachers, women, boys, and mer, Their councils claim infallibility:
From master Calamy to mistress Ven, Such must your conventicle-synod be;
Are perfect popes, in their own parish, grown; And teachers from all parts of th' Earth ye call, For, to out-do the story of pope Joan, To make 't a council oecumenical.
Your women preach too, and are like to be They several times appoint from meats' t'abstain The whores of Babylon as much as she. You now for th' Irish wars a fast ordain ;
They depose kings by force: by force you'd do And, that that kingdom might be sure to fast,
it, Ye take a course to starve them all at last :
But first use fair means to persuade them to it. Nay, though ye keep no eves, Fridays, nor Lent, They dare kill kings: and 'twixt ye here's the Not to dress meat on Sundays you're content;
strife, Then you repeat, repeat, and pray, and pray, That you dare shoot at kings to save their life : Your teeth keep sabbath, and tongues working. And what's the difference, pray, whether he fall day.
By the Pope's Bull or your Ox general ? They preserve relics : you have few or none, Three kingdoms thus ye strive to make your own, Unless the clout sent to John Pym be one;
And, like the pope, usurp a triple crown. Or Holles's rich widow, she who carry'd
Such is your faith, such your religion ; A relic in her womb before she marry'd.
Let's view your manners now, and then I've done. They in succeeding Peter take a pride:
Your covetousness let gasping Ireland tell, So do you ; for your master ye ’ave deny'd. Where first the Irish lands, and next ye sell But chiefly Peter's privilege ye choose,
The English blood, and raise rebellion here At your own wills to bind and to unloose.
With that which should suppress and quench it He was a fisherman ; you 'll be so too,
there. When nothing but your ships are left to you: What mighty sums have ye squeez'd out o'th' city! He went to Rome; to Rome you backward ride, Enough to make them poor, and something witty. (Though both your goings are by some deny’d) Excise, loans, contributions, poll-monies, Nor is 't a contradiction, if we say,
Bribes, plunder, and such parliament priv'leges, You go to Rome the quite contrary way.
Are words which you ne'er learnt in holy writ, He dy'd o' th’ cross; that death's unusual now ; Till th' spirit, and your synod, mended it. The gallows is most like't, and that's for you. Where's all the twentieth part now, which hath They love church-music; it offends your sense,
been And therefore ye have sung it out from thence; Paid you by some, to forfeit the nineteen? Which shows, if right your mind be understood, Where's all the goods distrain'd, and plunders past? You hate it not as music, but as good :
For you're grown wretched pilfering knaves it Your madness makes you sing as much as they Dance who are bit with a tarantula.
Descend to brass and pewter, till of late, But do not to yourselves, alas ! appear
Like Midas, all ye touch'd must needs be plate. The most religious traitors that e'er were,
By what vast hopes is your ambition fed? Because your troops singing of psalms do go; 'T'is writ in blood, and may be plainly read: There's many a traitor has march'd Holborn so. You must have places, and the kingdom sway; Nor was't your wit this holy project bore ;
The king must be a ward to your lord Say. Tweed and the Tyne have seen those tricks before. Your innocent speaker to the Rolls must rise ;
They of strange miracles and wonders tell : Six thousand pound hath made him proud and wise. You are yourselves a kind of miracle;
Kimbolton for his father's place dutb call, Ev'n such a miracle as in writ divine
Would be like him ;-would he were, face and all! We read o'—th' Devil's hurrying down the swine. Isaack would always be lord-mayor ; and so They have made images to speak : 'tis said, May always be, as much as he is now. You a dull image have your speaker made; For the five members, they so richly thrive, And, that your bounty in offerings might abound, That they would always be but members fire. Ye 'ave to that idol giv’n six thousand pound. - Only Pym does his natural right enforce, They drive-out devils, they say: here ye begin By th' mother's side he's master of the horse. To differ, I confess--you let them in.
Most shall have places by these popular tricks, They maintain transubstantiation ;
The rest must be content with bishoprics. You, by a contrary philosophers-stone,
For 'tis 'gainst superstition you're intent; To transubstantiate metals have the skill,
First to root out that great church-ornament, And turn the kingdom's guld to ir'n and steel. Money and lands: your swords, alas! are drawn ['th' sacrament ye differ; but 'tis noted,
Against the bishop, not his cap, or lawn.
Henry! the monster-king of all that age;
Wild in his lust, but wilder in his rage.