LONDONS Warning-Leece, BEING, The Common-Prayers Complaint.
WHat shall I doe; I am cast out of doore,
In Church, nor Chappell, I must come no more:
For I am call'd plain Popery, by those,
That by the Spirit, Prayers doe compose;
Such are the men your Round-heads dote upon,
That can make prayers, of an houre long:
That sigh, and sob, with making many faces,
And these are men, preferr'd in good mens places.
Fy, fy, I am ashamed to see these dayes,
Where none but such as by th'Spirit prayes,
Regarded are; for now adayes they cry,
Down all, that will not with the times comply.
So impudent they are, the Church they call
A den of Theeves, yea and th' house of
Ball:
Th'had rather preach in Barnes, in Tubs, and Stables,
For there they can repeat their lyes and fables:
But Parliament look too't, or else wee'l come
'Gainst them and you at dreadfull day of doome:
You chosen were as Fathers of the land,
Thinking for King and Kingdom you would stand,
Maintaining our Religion, as it stood
In th'best Reformers time, that e're were good.
Stablish'd I was by Orthodox Devines,
But
Pim, and th'rest to contrary inclines,
They think they're wiser then our Fathers were,
And yet will coozen, lye, and cheat, and sweare:
But 'twas not so in that Queenes dayes, whose fame
To th'world is spread,
Elizabeth by name:
There never was such Schisms, such sects as now,
Preaching in tubs,
Green, Spencer, Hunt and
How.
No, not so much as one man durst be seen
To contradict the sayings of the Queen:
Much lesse to take up Armes, for to Rebell,
And Parliament to count this doing well;
No marvell 'tis that 'gainst me they doe rise,
When as they doe our Gratious King despise:
Yea, base Mecannicks, that doe preach in tubs,
Did come to th'Court with swords, and staves, & clubs,
And did annoy CHARLES, our most gracious King,
Day after day they came (but did not bring
Petitions in their hands) for to implore,
But Brazen fac'd they came to
White-hall doore;
At which affront our King seem'd discontent,
And thought not little that his Parliament
Should slight him so, as not to take a course
With base Mechanicks as did sweare, nay worse,
Yea, speak high Treason 'gainst our royall King,
Which he did hear, yet 'twas counted nothing:
His Majestie seeing himself so slighted,
Abus'd by base Mechanicks, and not righted,
White-hall he left, to Hampton Court he went,
Being fill'd with sorrow, grief and discontent,
To think that having reign'd so long in peace,
This happy Peace should now begin to cease,
And Civill Warre amongst our selves begin:
O what an age is this we now live in,
That Subjects now against their Prince must warre,
Yea, and themselves at first begin to jarre:
For they began an Army for to raise,
Five members 'twas, bee't spoken to their praise.
Pim, he began to set it first on foot,
And
Stroud, and
Hampden both apploy'd them toot,
An Army must be rais'd, or wee're undon,
The land with Popery will soon be o're run,
Come sayes
Kimbolton, let's not make delay,
Let's raise Ten Thousand men, and send away,
Brave
Essex wee will make our Generall,
And to the Souldiers wee'l be liberall,
Scarfs▪ Swords, and money then they had great store,
Great heaps of money, and of Plate, nay more
Then for the present they could well dispose,
But what's become of all that now, God knowes,
The Army being rais'd, away they bent,
To meet our Soveraigne with full intent,
To kill and slay all those that took his part,
But yet you see it was beyond their art;
For I am sure they have been often bang'd,
And in the end I think they will be hang'd.
What! take up arms against your gracious King!
This is a horrid and a Heathenish thing.
Stay, cry you mercy: CHARLES is no longer King,
King
Pim it is, the Round-heads would have him:
Their Zeal is set all on a burning fire,
That none a happy Union doth desire:
See how the rage of this great factious crew,
Are bent 'gainst kingdoms three, all to undoe,
Such plunderings, and such pillaging, nay stay,
Is theeving, though Malignant carry 't away:
One robs another, for to make himselfe,
And hoards in baggs and trunks this cursed pelfe.
Well Londoners, Let no more money goe,
Be now a friend to CHARLES, and not a foe,
Foresee how he doth prosper in his way,
Scarse once in twice that you have got the day;
Brave
Bristolls taken,
Glocester now is shaking,
Ga
[...]sbrough forsaken,
Exceter is quaking:
Wee'l now submit, and joyn at last for peace,
That this unhappy Civill Warre may cease:
Then CHARLES too's Crown may be receiv'd with joy,
So wee'l triumph, and sing,
Vive la roy.
O Yes, O yes, O yes.
If any man have found Law in a Dcclaration,
That strayed from
Westminster after a strange fashion,
Since the Fifteenth of November 'twas not seen in this Nation:
Let him bring news unto
Pim, he shall have thanks in a Narration.
O Yes, O yes, O yes.
If any man hath found Sir
Iohn Hotham, or shall,
Who hath lost himself in the keeping of
Hull,
And now strayed away, by an Order that's Null,
If the Parliament will not have him, his Majestie will.
God save the King.
O yes. O yes, O yes,
If any man hath lost any money or plate,
There was a great deale took up at
Gulid-Hall of late;
Let them shew the marks on't, now it's melted, abate
Onely the keeping, and by Publick Faith ye shall ha'te.
God save the King, let's all sing.
LONDONS SACRIFICE,
VVIll nothing serve? will nothing else suffice
For
Englands Peace? No other Sacrifice?
Isaack's demanded:
Isaack is deni'de,
Our Righteous
Abra'ms they will not confide:
Though prompted by their own Indeavor came,
To rescue Zealous
Isaack with a Ramme,
If neither
Isaack nor the Ram can doe,
The Devill take both, Ram▪ and
Isaack too.
Finis.
YORKE, Printed by STEPHEN BUCKLEY. 1643.