A GOOD WISH FOR ENGLAND, OR ENGLAND'S Lord deliver us,
From all ills as you shall see,
To the State distempers be,
Buy and read, or sing with me,
Libera nos Domine.
To the tune of a Dirge.
1.
FRom them which doe their hands with guilt imbrue,
From those which would deprive the King of's due,
And from their erours who thinke all things true,
Libera nos Domine.
2.
From those that would our Brittish Ile betray,
From them that wish our King and States decay,
From all bad causes that are gone away,
Libera nos Domine.
3.
From he whose weaknesse makes him such a wigeon,
To joyne with many factions in this Region,
Who love a sect better then true Religion,
Libera nos Domine.
4.
From those indifferent men that know no Guid,
Who are from their allegiance so wide,
That come what will they'l take the strongest side,
Libera nos Domine.
5.
From those that dare worke ill in every season,
And are so farre from sanctity or reason,
They dare beleeve there's piety in treason,
Libera nos Domine.
6.
From him whose heart all wholsome law rejects,
From superstition which to hell directs,
From the poore Schollers eight and twenty sects,
Libera nos Domine.
7.
From all dissembling separatists, and those
That snuffle their unlearned zeale in prose,
Af if the way to Heaven were through the nose,
Libera nos Domine.
8.
From those light wenches that hate
Katherine Stubs,
And give her holy life scandalous rubs,
But from the Doctrine that is taught in Tubs,
Libera nos Domine.
9.
From him that shall desire another Pattin,
That may maintaine his falshoodship in Satten,
From he that hates an Organ and true Latten,
Libera nos Domine.
10.
From him who for his owne good never strives,
From him that often spends, and seldome thrives,
Those that love wenches better then their wives,
Libera nos Domine.
11.
From those that seeke faire verity to plunge her,
Who with low complement can give the
Bonjure,
From Papist-priests that can both preach and conjure,
Libera nos Domine.
12.
From him that listens to a Papists wish,
Who mixeth his religion in his dish,
And cals it fasting when he feeds on Fish,
Libera nos Domine.
13.
And from that sect, I meane that denne of Thieves,
Who to contemne the masse, the maker grieves,
With their Good-friday-feasts, and Vigill eves,
Libera nos Domine.
14.
From them which nothing but false rumors reare,
And likewise those which lend such men an eare,
Who publish for a truth all which they heare,
Libera nos Domine.
15.
From those whose subtile flattery extends
Not to our good, but their owne private ends,
From foes that come like reconciled friends,
Libera nos Domine.
16.
Next from all Parasites and fauning minions;
From Papists, Brownists, and the ranke Arminians,
That thus disturb the State with strange opinions,
Libera nos Domine.
17.
From such a factious crue whose discontent,
Expect at last to see a bad event,
Of Royall CHARLES and this blest Parliament,
Libera nos Domine.
18,
From selling, or from morgaging of Lands,
From turning over goods in others hands,
And from the setting of our markes to Bands,
Libera nos Domine.
19.
From cruelty, that keepes good men in aw,
From Sergeants, and such Griffins of the Law,
And from the chattering of a Guild-hall daw,
Libera nos Domine.
20.
From living at a miserable rate,
In Prison, where all people are ingrate,
And from the Porters at the Counter Gate,
Libera nos Domine.
21.
From being hurried in with cruell gripes,
By an old cursed Catchpole they call Tripes,
From paying for our Candles and our Pipes,
Libera nos Domine.
22.
Next from the Stockes, the hole, and little ease,
(Sad places which kind Nature much displease)
And from the ratling of the Keepers Keyes,
Libera nos Domine.
23.
From these and many tedious distractions,
And from innumerable more exactions,
From nonsuiting, or bayling of fobb'd Actions,
Libera nos Domine.
24.
If any here our
Libera nos doe pinch,
Were he as great as
Windibanck or
Finch,
Our Authour bids me, let the gall'd jade winch,
Libera nos Domine,
FINIS.
Printed at London, 1641.