THe twofold object sea­son [...]ble for our specu­lation, is a noble King happy in his true mise­ries, and an insulting convention miserable in their seeming happinesse. The first having from his Princely essence, Noblenesse enough to create fortitude; The latter from their ambitious attempts, Uncertainty of event the Parent of Doubt and Feare.

Should the intention of the second move to the ruine of the first, their owne mischeife would halt, till their inten­tion gave it feete to overtake themselves. Pollicy and Allegiance make a happy Prince in a discreete Subject, but a people that mixe Pollicy and Disobedience, make an unhappy Kingdom.

Obedience is implicite wisdom, but ill-guided Pollicy excludes Christianity, without which all security is counterfeit.

London hath long wrestled like IACOB with Westminster, and got nothing but lamenes; I doubt the Angell will not con­ferre a blessing, some of them are tyr'd e­nough with the sleepy Patriarch to lye down and dreame of a ladder while their Angels fly up and down, and their pillow of peace will prove to their considerate sence a stone.

If the Scots take the cure in hand, one poyson may expell another; something must succeede to cure the Remedy, else [Page 3] the mist that makes Independency vanish may make us wander. He that Drownes or Hangs meetes Death in the same Cen­ter. HENRY the eigth confind Rome: lea­ving Rome for Herresies no lesse dange­rous.

True virtue is irrelative to either ex­treame, and there is hope the House may stand when two contraries winds strive to overthrow it. The Independent cedes to the Presbiterian, and while he seemes to give ground, destroyes his pursuer; thus a flying Scythian shootes backward, the Presbiterian thinks himself Master of the Field while his secure breast receives the unexpected Arrow. When both are either fled or dead, the Kingdome will be with­out an Army.

The noble King (of a molehill, though Master of a heart vast like Pelion upon essa) like the king of true Beasts entangled in the toyle by some improvidence, scorns to fill the eares of the world with com­plaints [Page 4] and roaring; but with a Majesty repining to begg even liberty it sel [...]e, ex­pects with silence the event of his Bon­dage; Thus CESAR threw his garment o­ver his face and dyed perpetuall Dicta­tor.

See what an undesturbd mildnesse his countenance and actions expresse, as if this Eagle were a Dove and had no gall; the mischeife is more then single which thunders upon his soule, the injuries of a dear Wife and a loud Issue come to Crown his patience, a shock worthy the resist­ance of so confirmd a Prince, Their owne eyes who have been Instruments in this, must pay due tribute to so sad a Contem­plation, and weepe that only this way is left them to their supposed safety.

What are his sufferings? such as would make death in all its horrour to be courted by a carnall apprehention. Dejected IOB in the depth of m sery had triple comfort, and though he chose the Dunghill for a [Page 5] repose was unconfind. Heere tis treason for the sonne to begg the Fathers blessing; too much liberty for the Father to be shut up from the sight of his children, and ut­terly impossible for the counsell of friends to reach his eares; who being in himself so admirable a president, if to them the prime object and motive of imitation and parseverance.

Let us dissect and Anatomize the Parli­ament, whose outside promise the Refor­mation of Church and Weale, The faire one had some spots in her Face, to cleanse those in a Laver of bloud, we have clouded the glory of her countinance; this purifi­cation begun at Canterbury, and to do well must end at White-Hall, the ill that they have done cannot be safe &c. like cunning state fencers threatning to strike off petty abuse at the foote of the Com­mon-wealth, they falsifie and have a care of the head. The designe is not yet ripe for action, the squinting communalty sees [Page 6] something, and a Northern plea puts in a Demur, The affections of the Subject must be sounded indirectly, first remove his throne out of the peoples hearts, and then one man may do the rest, something effectual has been long expected in that respect, and now tis come from Rochel a fine Kickshau.

The King would not give way to the reliefe of Rochel, and their own King re­duc't them to due obedience, Dangerous and Exemplary this relates to them­selves.

The next Objection has the same re­ference, they must pretend something monstrous enough, to busie the eyes of the World, that their own intended mis­chiefs may be the lesse inquired into: the Kid must be seethed in the Dams milke, the Father dy'd to leave the Son a King­dome, the Son must not be a King, be­cause the Father's dead, Quis nisi Phalaris, who but such an Artificer could have in­vented [Page 7] such an Engine, Here Machiavel do homage: Did the King consent to vi­olate his Fathers Age: he is as far above their question, as they are beneath their own justification, who like impious sons would doe no lesse to the father of their Kingdome, the meanest of their allega­tion wants no other confirmation. If the traine take fire, and blow up the King, power, and person, Look upon the series of his progeny, and this is no security to the Machinators, but the Sun in stead of shining with serenitie upon the King­dome, wil become a blazing Comet, thret­ning fire and sword.

I hope the better, and believe, that the wisest of them, like expert Generals, keepe their ground, til their Cariages are marcht off, some pretty Voters that pin their re­solves upon unpremeditated event have not the discretion eyther to perceive their own danger, or the conveyances of their wiser followers.

When Souldiers turn Lawyers rapine will prove right; when Law [...]ers and Souldiers are thus con­founded, MAGNA CHARTA shall be a Co­lour displayd at the Commmand of FAIRFAX and CROMWEL. Miserable is their condition whose [...]afety only liues in the opinion of a hir'd-Army, especially when [...]hemselves so loath to pay the Hire of their own security

If the King may be kept mew'd up, the A [...]my fool d, and the Scots bl [...]ishd, till the Hou­s [...]s are finisht at Amsterdam, and the designes An­ge [...]s fl [...]wn to rest on t [...]e Banck beyond the water, then all that can will slip, to scape the collar.