REBELLION'S DOWNFALL
‘Justitia Regis, Paxest populorum, Tutamen patriae, immunitas pl
[...]bis, temperies aeris, serenitas Maris, Terrae saecunditas, solatium paupuram, Cura laguorum, Gaudium hominum hariditas Filiorum, et sibimet ipsi spes futura beatitudinis.’
Greg. Mor. 5.
BEhold how Blood-hown-
Vengeance hath at last
Unlodg'd
Security, and over-cast
Prospirous
Rebellion, which so long hath blaz'd
Like a prodigious
Commet, and had rais'd
Vice to so high a pitch, that, Vertue seem'd
As 'twere imposible to be redeem'd
From sad
Captivety, till
Heav'n thought good
To tracke
Rebellion by the guiltless blood
Of Martyr'd CHARLES which hath betray'd, though late,
The worst of
Traytors to the worst of
Fate;
Now they may see by this their sudden
fall,
That slow-pac'd
Judgment is the worst of all:
A prosperous
Vice serves only to delude
Like
Fatious Fire, the gazing
Multitude.
How hath this
Nation bin a long time us'd
To these false
Lights, how sadly bin abus'd
And led by them out of the quiet way
Of
Peace, and Cheated by a
yea, and
nay:
Rebellion (like a monstruous Hydra) spreads,
Till Judgment, at one blow, cuts off her heads.
Thankes be to
Heaven, that hath in
Merey brought
Israel, from
Egypt, who, a long time wrought
Vnder the fatall
Task-masters, whose Law
Made us make Bricks, yet took away our Straw;
Moses and
Aron (partners in this woe)
Could not prevaile to let the
Children goe.
Pharaoh was still perfidious, Yet the
God
Of our blest
Jacob, with his Iron-rod,
Scourg'd
Pharaoh and his
Hoast, and made them know
That
Israel must not stay, if Heav'en bids go;
Yet this Jle say of
Pharaoh and his
Powers,
Though ours were Saints, yet his were Saints to ours:
Thankes be to
Heav'en for this most happy day,
Judgments Red-Sea hath washt them both away;
Strange alteration!
Pharaoh being drown'd
In his
own Floods, our
Israel is Crown'd;
Let not the Children grumble, or account
Their labours lost,
Moses is in the
Mount,
He will prevaile to wash away this staine,
If like
Lotts wife we looke not back againe;
He will prevaile with
God in our behalse,
If Aron does not make a golden Calfe:
Our
Voes we see, if we observe, with care
Like
Absalom are hang'd in their own
haire;
Rebellion leaves them underneath the
Oake,
Whilst
Justice (like to
Joab) gives the
Stroake:
But
David mournes (thinking what they have bin)
Not for their
punishment, but for their
sin;
When
Vengance comes in hast it will not stay,
Like
Pioneers, it cuts our Judgments way;
The
Arke thus won, let
David dance before it,
And, like the
Isralites, we will adore it:
Thus as our
David, with a faithfull
Sling
Hath kill'd
Goliah, let our
David sing
As
David did, My
God which dwells on high
Hath done this good for
Israel, not
I:
He hath redeem'd
us from our great distress,
And led
us from
Rebellions Wilderness:
Now may the
Isralites declare and tell
They were deliver'd by a
Miracle;
Merey preserv'd them from the fatall brinke
Of
death' nay and the R
[...]
[...]d make them drinke;
Heav'en sent them Qu
[...]
[...] all the ground was spred
With
Manna, like a ta
[...]
[...]or their
bread;
Is it not meet that those which liv'd so long
With
Israels mercy; should fing
Jsraels Song?
But yet there are some
Isralites forgot,
As they suppose, that drew the longest Lot
In our late Miseries, who now repine,
Being glad of
Water, that expected
Wine;
Some that were never constant to their
Vows
They say, now snatch the
Manna from their
mouths;
But
Moses does not know how they are fed,
Some having all, and others wanting bread:
They say
Desert goes wandring up and down
Being loath t'intrench too much upon the Crown:
Since
Heav'en in Judgment hath rewarded
Treason,
True
Loyalty will never our of season,
Though at the present we are something lame
(Being Fortunes
Criples) we are still the same,
Tis not within the power of griping sorrow
To make us good to day, and bad to morrow;
We are no old
State-Juglens, that can be,
Honest for
gaine, or else
nescessitie:
But hold, I shall be chidd, but 'tis no matter,
A
Pen too full of
Jnck, may some time scatter,
And leave a
blott or two; and so has mine,
But J'le not write my selfe into a
Line:
Therefore, as
God hath out of
mercy sent
Our
Soveraigne home againe, let's rest content,
And not with fruitless petulacies bring
Upon our heads, the anger of our
King,
Lest
God, whose goodness, takes delight to save,
Should take in Judgment, what his
mercy gave:
Let us rejoyce that our (once hopelels) eyes
Doe see the downfall of our
Enemies.
Now CHARLES the
great, and
good, hath purg'd the Land
And Rules his
Subjectes with a prosperous hand;
Let us be thankfull, that in
him are blest,
Time, and conveniency, will worke the rest.
Qaesitor selerum veniet vindexque reorum,
Qui Commissa suis rimabitur argumentis,
In lucemique trahet, tacitaque licentia fraude,
Hine etiam immitis tortor poeneque minister,
Et quisque vero savit, culpamve perodit,
Proditur, atque alio qui iurgia Pectore tollat.
FINIS.
London, Printed by Edward Crowch dwelling on Snow-hill. 1662.