The recantation of the prelate of Canterbury being his last advice to his brethren the bishops of England : to consider his fall, observe the times, forsake their wayes, and to joyne in this good work of reformation.
         Laud, William, 1573-1645.
      
       
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             The recantation of the prelate of Canterbury being his last advice to his brethren the bishops of England : to consider his fall, observe the times, forsake their wayes, and to joyne in this good work of reformation.
             Laud, William, 1573-1645.
          
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           THE
           RECANTATION
           Of
           the
           Prelate
           of
           CANTERBURY
           :
           Being
           his
           last
           
             Advice
          
           to
           his
           Brethren
           the
           Bishops
           of
           ENGLAND
           :
           To
           consider
           his
           Fall
           ,
           observe
           the
           Times
           ,
           forsake
           their
           Wayes
           ,
           and
           to
           joyne
           in
           this
           good
           work
           of
           REFORMATION
           .
        
         
           
             Remember
             that
             yee
             magnifie
             this
             great
             worke
             which
             men
             behold
             ,
             The
             Nations
             that
             knew
             not
             God
             ,
             shall
             rejoyce
             at
             it
             ,
             The
             noyse
             thereof
             shall
             go
             to
             the
             ends
             of
             the
             world
             ,
          
           Psal.
        
         
           
             London
             ,
          
           Printed
           ,
           1641.
           
        
      
       
       
         
           To
           his
           ever
           much
           esteemed
           ,
           and
           most
           deserving
           Friend
           ,
           the
           Authour
           of
           this
           
             Palinodia
             .
          
        
         
           
             
               WHilst
            
             thou
             un-mytr'st
             Prelats
             ,
             lo
             !
             we
             bow
          
           
             To
             gather
             gracious
             Garlands
             for
             thy
             brow
             .
          
           
             And
             'cause
             thou
             wound'st
             them
             with
             so
             sweet
             a
             grace
             ,
          
           
             They
             cannot
             grudge
             ,
             but
             smiling
             on
             thy
             face
             ,
          
           
             Must
             humbly
             kisse
             the
             Rod
             :
             So
             ,
             make
             thy
             way
          
           
             Through
             glories
             aire
             ,
             untill
             the
             vulgar
             eie
          
           
             Forget
             thee
             ,
             and
             aethereall
             thou
             appeare
          
           
             Vnto
             the
             sons
             of
             wisdome
             ,
             like
             a
             cleere
          
           
             And
             select
             Star
             ,
             which
             cannot
             deigne
             to
             bow
             ,
          
           
             And
             court
             the
             empty
             vapours
             here
             below
             .
          
           
             
               P.
               A.
               
            
          
        
      
    
     
       
       
         
           Palinodia
           Cantuariensis
           .
        
         
           THough
           the
           wicked
           hath
           settled
           his
           habitation
           with
           the
           Eagle
           among
           the
           Starres
           ,
           and
           say
           in
           his
           minde
           ,
           I
           shall
           not
           be
           changed
           ,
           I
           shall
           not
           taste
           of
           affliction
           ,
           neither
           shall
           the
           dayes
           of
           Adversity
           lay
           hold
           on
           me
           ,
           yet
           there
           is
           an
           appointed
           time
           for
           all
           things
           ,
           And
           the
           Almighty
           who
           hath
           disposed
           the
           whole
           world
           ,
           and
           hath
           charge
           over
           the
           Earth
           ,
           will
           not
           pervert
           Judgement
           ,
           His
           Eyes
           are
           upon
           the
           wayes
           of
           Man
           ,
           He
           seeth
           all
           his
           goings
           ,
           There
           is
           no
           darknesse
           ,
           nor
           shaddow
           of
           Death
           where
           the
           workers
           of
           iniquity
           may
           hide
           themselves
           ,
           but
           in
           end
           the
           fulnesse
           of
           destruction
           will
           come
           upon
           them
           ,
           as
           the
           wide
           breaking
           in
           of
           Waters
           :
           Terrors
           will
           persue
           their
           souls
           as
           the
           Winde
           ,
           and
           their
           welfair
           shall
           passe
           away
           as
           a
           Cloud
           .
        
         
           To
           these
           great
           Verities
           do
           I
           now
           humble
           my self
           ,
           and
           in
           the
           sense
           of
           that
           convincing
           power
           (
           my
           reverend
           Brethren
           ,
           who
           should
           be
           to
           your
           times
           the
           Beauty
           of
           Integrity
           )
           that
           shakes
           my
           minde
           as
           an
           Earthquake
           ,
           do
           I
           pronounce
           the
           children
           of
           Wisedome
           blessed
           ,
           and
           that
           no
           State
           is
           so
           good
           ,
           so
           sure
           ,
           so
           happy
           ,
           as
           the
           State
           of
           a
           good
           conscience
           .
           But
           alas
           ,
           the
           immoderate
           desire
           of
           a
           foolish
           glory
           ,
           and
           the
           passion
           to
           raise
           my
           condition
           to
           an
           height
           as
           unlawfull
           as
           unbeseeming
           ,
           
           and
           the
           want
           of
           an
           humble
           affection
           to
           truth
           ,
           and
           hatred
           of
           error
           ,
           hath
           now
           produced
           me
           an
           example
           to
           after
           ages
           ,
           and
           a
           beaken
           to
           preserve
           you
           from
           Ship
           wrack
           ,
           since
           therefore
           my
           angry
           Starres
           ,
           will
           that
           I
           forfeit
           my
           reputation
           to
           shame
           ,
           and
           my
           life
           t●
           Justice
           ;
           Suffer
           me
           (
           ye
           that
           have
           had
           a
           Communion
           of
           Fortune
           with
           me
           ,
           and
           on
           whom
           the
           door
           of
           Favour
           is
           not
           ,
           yet
           altogether
           shat
           )
           Suffer
           me
           to
           pour
           further
           my
           Soul
           in
           the
           bosome
           of
           your
           compassion
           :
           Resigne
           all
           your
           tears
           to
           me
           ,
           that
           I
           may
           weep
           for
           this
           day
           ,
           this
           day
           of
           indignation
           ,
           which
           hath
           swallowed
           me
           up
           as
           a
           prey
           ,
           and
           wherein
           destruction
           hath
           come
           upon
           me
           like
           an
           armed
           man
           ,
           Receive
           these
           my
           words
           ,
           my
           last
           words
           ,
           I
           bequeath
           to
           you
           the
           Counsels
           of
           Truth
           ,
           which
           if
           ye
           treasure
           up
           in
           your
           minde
           ,
           will
           be
           a
           Cordiall
           to
           make
           you
           live
           ,
           and
           not
           die
           ,
           for
           now
           I
           am
           upon
           the
           borders
           of
           Time
           ,
           The
           Vail
           is
           removed
           ,
           and
           I
           must
           enter
           Eternity
           ,
           T
           is
           no
           more
           time
           to
           dally
           with
           the
           Gospell
           ,
           and
           the
           World
           .
        
         
           Ye
           have
           been
           my
           Fellow-Labourers
           in
           a
           strange
           Work
           ,
           which
           we
           must
           now
           confesse
           ,
           is
           not
           of
           God
           ,
           and
           therfore
           wonder
           not
           ,
           if
           it
           tumble
           down
           .
           We
           have
           miserably
           prostituted
           our
           souls
           to
           the
           Imagination
           of
           a
           Miter
           ,
           whose
           Glory
           cannot
           save
           us
           in
           the
           day
           of
           shame
           ,
           And
           all
           our
           endeavours
           have
           been
           to
           erect
           an
           Hierarchy
           ,
           upon
           the
           Ruines
           of
           Religion
           and
           Common-wealths
           .
           O
           consider
           this
           ,
           ye
           that
           figure
           to
           your self
           a
           happinesse
           ,
           where
           there
           is
           none
           ,
           and
           look
           what
           pleasure
           I
           have
           of
           those
           things
           ,
           whereof
           I
           am
           now
           ashamed
           ,
           No
           nothing
           but
           the
           comfortlesse
           stings
           of
           a
           restlesse
           remembrance
           ,
           
           of
           by
           gone
           unanswerable
           deeds
           ,
           w●●
           I
           speak
           with
           horror
           ,
           and
           professe
           with
           a
           bleeding
           heart
           .
           I
           have
           embraced
           that
           Shaddow
           which
           ye
           so
           hotly
           court
           ;
           I
           have
           been
           lift
           up
           to
           the
           Pinacle
           of
           the
           Temple
           ,
           whereat
           ye
           so
           zealously
           aspire
           ,
           and
           was
           gazed
           upon
           as
           a
           Starre
           ,
           which
           gave
           life
           ,
           and
           motion
           to
           you
           all
           ;
           I
           have
           trode
           these
           same
           paths
           wherein
           ye
           contend
           ,
           and
           liberally
           tasted
           these
           empty
           pleasures
           of
           preferments
           .
           And
           of
           all
           my
           labours
           ,
           have
           reaped
           nothing
           ,
           but
           hatred
           ,
           and
           ruine
           to
           my self
           ,
           misery
           ,
           and
           reproach
           to
           the
           Church
           .
        
         
           And
           it
           is
           in
           vain
           to
           put
           the
           day
           of
           evill
           ,
           and
           Justice
           far
           from
           me
           ,
           for
           it
           He
           that
           lately
           did
           swim
           in
           his
           Princes
           smiles
           ,
           on
           vvhom
           Nature
           had
           bestowed
           her
           great
           abilities
           with
           a
           liberall
           hand
           ,
           and
           Fortune
           had
           bountifully
           opened
           her
           Brest
           ,
           could
           finde
           no
           eloquence
           to
           be
           with
           the
           sword
           of
           Justice
           ,
           nor
           to
           mollifie
           the
           cruelty
           of
           the
           times
           ,
           but
           behoved
           to
           drink
           the
           unavoidable
           Cup
           presented
           to
           him
           ,
           What
           can
           I
           expect
           when
           the
           Appetite
           of
           revenge
           is
           set
           on
           edge
           ?
           And
           if
           Wrath
           has
           so
           easily
           travelled
           over
           Mountains
           ,
           how
           shall
           it
           not
           strike
           flat
           the
           Molehils
           :
           If
           the
           angry
           thunder
           made
           the
           noble
           Cedars
           shrink
           ,
           how
           shall
           not
           the
           silly
           shrubs
           ,
           lately
           crept
           from
           the
           mud
           of
           the
           Valleys
           be
           drowned
           in
           their
           Primitive
           basenesse
           ?
           I
           will
           not
           harbour
           the
           least
           hopes
           of
           escape
           ,
           or
           think
           that
           my
           Surplice
           stained
           with
           the
           adulterous
           spots
           ,
           of
           the
           great
           whore
           ,
           can
           plead
           favour
           ,
           when
           the
           purple
           richly
           dy'd
           with
           the
           rayes
           of
           His
           Majesties
           Countenance
           ,
           could
           not
           meet
           with
           pardon
           .
        
         
         
           Though
           I
           have
           hitherto
           deckt
           my self
           with
           a
           kinde
           of
           Majesty
           ,
           and
           Grace
           ,
           in
           my
           Prelaticall
           pride
           arrayed
           with
           Splendor
           ,
           and
           taught
           the
           gazing
           times
           to
           hide
           my
           faults
           ,
           giving
           my
           Plots
           good
           Fortune
           ,
           yet
           behold
           ,
           an
           ungratious
           light
           (
           sudden
           as
           a
           Tempest
           at
           Sea
           )
           hath
           discovered
           my
           nakednesse
           ,
           and
           publisht
           my
           shame
           ;
           I
           am
           vile
           ,
           and
           abased
           ,
           trode
           down
           ,
           and
           hid
           in
           the
           dust
           ;
           Judgement
           and
           Justice
           take
           hold
           on
           me
           ,
           and
           cast
           abroad
           the
           rage
           of
           their
           wrath
           ,
           which
           will
           certainly
           extend
           their
           terrours
           to
           you
           ,
           and
           grinde
           you
           to
           powder
           ,
           if
           ye
           forsake
           not
           these
           wayes
           ,
           whose
           going
           down
           are
           to
           the
           chambers
           of
           death
           .
           And
           therefore
           while
           my
           Oyl
           is
           yet
           lasting
           ,
           and
           my
           Taper
           weakly
           burning
           ,
           I
           will
           disclose
           the
           true
           causes
           of
           this
           great
           misery
           ,
           and
           help
           you
           with
           an
           upright
           confession
           of
           my
           wayes
           ,
           as
           a
           Sacrifice
           for
           my self
           (
           if
           it
           were
           possible
           to
           expiat
           the
           stain
           of
           my
           dishonour
           ,
           and
           appease
           the
           Worlds
           displeasure
           ,
           Universall
           as
           the
           Sunne-Beams
           ,
           and
           hot
           consuming
           flames
           )
           and
           a
           Testimony
           against
           you
           (
           O
           children
           of
           defection
           )
           in
           the
           day
           of
           your
           accompt
           .
        
         
           That
           I
           might
           appear
           a
           great
           Church-man
           of
           vast
           desires
           ,
           and
           designes
           ,
           being
           radically
           resolved
           to
           set
           up
           a
           Tyrannicall
           Power
           in
           the
           Persons
           of
           Prelates
           ,
           over
           the
           worship
           of
           God
           ,
           over
           the
           consciences
           ,
           liberties
           ,
           and
           goods
           of
           the
           People
           ,
           It
           cannot
           be
           denyed
           ,
           but
           I
           have
           negotiated
           most
           eagerly
           ,
           and
           strained
           all
           Possibilities
           ,
           and
           Stratagems
           of
           State
           ,
           to
           erect
           an
           Hierarchy
           ,
           forgetting
           the
           directions
           of
           the
           Gospel
           ,
           and
           the
           bonds
           of
           Monarchy
           ,
           and
           the
           cryes
           of
           the
           oppressed
           ,
           
           leaving
           nothing
           undone
           to
           promote
           my
           intentions
           ,
           and
           atchieve
           my
           ends
           ,
           to
           which
           I
           had
           emancipated
           all
           thepowers
           of
           my
           mind
           ,
           with
           so
           strong
           a
           Passion
           ,
           as
           if
           I
           had
           been
           sent
           into
           the
           world
           for
           no
           other
           purpose
           ,
           or
           as
           if
           the
           glory
           of
           God
           had
           been
           interessed
           ,
           the
           honor
           of
           the
           King
           wounded
           ,
           and
           all
           Religion
           had
           consisted
           in
           Episcopacy
           .
        
         
           This
           I
           thought
           to
           effectuate
           two
           manner
           of
           wayes
           ,
           especially
           ,
           first
           by
           establishing
           my self
           at
           home
           in
           
             England
             ,
          
           in
           the
           power
           of
           Sole
           and
           universall
           Jurisdiction
           ,
           and
           that
           I
           might
           attain
           to
           be
           a
           Patriarch
           ,
           for
           which
           ye
           know
           I
           have
           not
           stuck
           to
           plead
           contentiously
           .
           2.
           
           By
           bringing
           the
           neighbour
           Nations
           of
           His
           Majesties
           Dominions
           ,
           but
           most
           particularly
           that
           Kingdom
           of
           
             Scotland
          
           (
           to
           me
           so
           fatall
           )
           under
           my
           verge
           ,
           and
           to
           the
           obedience
           of
           these
           novations
           ,
           and
           alternations
           ,
           wherein
           my
           Grandeur
           ,
           and
           this
           change
           did
           essentially
           consist
           ;
           With
           what
           excrbitancy
           of
           overdaring
           pride
           ,
           and
           what
           insolency
           I
           have
           swayed
           all
           in
           the
           Church
           of
           
             England
             .
          
           How
           impudently
           I
           laid
           by
           the
           pastorall
           duty
           ,
           and
           a
           care
           to
           approve
           my self
           to
           the
           eternall
           and
           secular
           Powers
           ;
           how
           I
           have
           neglected
           all
           fear
           of
           Laws
           ,
           of
           censure
           and
           shame
           ,
           since
           I
           obtained
           the
           chair
           of
           
             Canterbury
             ,
          
           and
           begun
           my
           Antichristian
           raign
           ,
           imposing
           absolute
           Tyranny
           on
           the
           souls
           and
           wils
           of
           people
           ,
           shall
           the
           after-age
           be
           hardly
           induced
           to
           beleeve
           .
           O
           b●t
           behold
           your
           poor
           Primitive
           mother
           ,
           the
           distressed
           Church
           of
           this
           Iland
           ,
           (
           if
           you
           be
           the
           children
           concerned
           in
           her
           bleeding
           miseries
           )
           and
           look
           how
           wofully
           she
           is
           torn
           ,
           how
           we
           have
           opened
           her
           tender
           sides
           ,
           pulled
           her
           Crown
           from
           her
           head
           ,
           and
           
           trode
           her
           under
           foot
           ,
           Nay
           she
           lyes
           breathlesses
           ,
           all
           covered
           with
           wounds
           ,
           with
           sores
           all
           defiled
           ,
           And
           those
           glorious
           twins
           ,
           Religion
           and
           Peace
           ,
           who
           loved
           to
           triumph
           here
           ,
           sweetly
           kissing
           each
           other
           ,
           spreading
           over
           us
           the
           beauty
           of
           their
           halcyonian
           dayes
           ,
           how
           have
           we
           alas
           so
           shreudly
           ,
           so
           undeservedly
           banished
           ,
           and
           given
           place
           to
           the
           unquiet
           furies
           of
           ugly
           error
           ,
           and
           bloudy
           warre
           ,
           so
           that
           whiles
           she
           lyes
           labouring
           ,
           like
           a
           disgraced
           Virgin
           under
           the
           throwes
           of
           her
           thick
           coming
           sorrows
           ,
           in
           all
           the
           corners
           of
           the
           land
           ,
           may
           it
           justly
           ,
           be
           complained
           .
        
         
           
             Postquam
             interna
             furor
             discerpere
             viscera
             caepit
             ,
          
           
             Omnia
             membra
             labant
             ,
             soluto
             &
             defecta
             vigore
             ,
          
           
             Tabescunt
             ,
             tota
             penitus
             compage
             soluta
          
           
             A
             capite
             ad
             calcem
             vestigia
             nulla
             salutis
          
           
             Quippe
             ubi
             cor
             languct
             ,
             vitalia
             cuncta
             laborant
             .
          
           
             Quis
             miserae
             queat
             Ecclesiae
             memorare
             dolores
             ,
          
           
             Vulnera
             deflere
             lachrimis
             ?
             mala
             dicere
             verbis
             ?
          
           
             Nec
             mihi
             si
             centum
             linguae
             ,
             totidem
             ora
             sonarent
             ,
          
           
             Nec
             si
             Mconii
             Vatis
             torrente
             redundem
             ,
          
           
             Nec
             si
             mell●fl●i
             contingat
             Musa
             Maronis
          
           
             Haec
             satis
             enumerem
             ,
             subsint
             aut
             verba
             volenti
             .
          
        
         
           But
           now
           her
           cryes
           have
           peirced
           the
           Clouds
           ,
           and
           he
           that
           said
           he
           would
           come
           ,
           does
           come
           full
           of
           vengeance
           ,
           with
           phials
           of
           wrath
           in
           his
           hand
           to
           poure
           upon
           those
           who
           have
           so
           sore
           oppressed
           her
           .
           I
           did
           voluntary
           forego
           her
           wo
           ,
           and
           Sacrificing
           to
           the
           lusts
           of
           my
           own
           minde
           ,
           I
           lul'd
           the
           world
           a
           sleep
           ,
           that
           the
           throne
           which
           I
           was
           building
           ,
           for
           the
           greatnesse
           of
           my
           name
           ,
           might
           rise
           more
           safely
           ,
           
           I
           had
           erected
           a
           kinde
           of
           Inquisition
           through
           the
           whole
           Land
           ,
           and
           none
           dared
           so
           much
           to
           look
           stern
           upon
           the
           face
           of
           Episcopacy
           ,
           (
           though
           they
           had
           been
           most
           eminent
           in
           all
           the
           graces
           of
           the
           Spirit
           )
           but
           presently
           behoved
           to
           be
           crushed
           ;
           I
           had
           so
           cunningly
           interlaced
           the
           Image
           of
           the
           Beast
           ,
           with
           His
           Majesties
           Pourtrait
           ,
           that
           none
           durst
           inveyagainst
           the
           one
           ,
           but
           presently
           behoved
           to
           injure
           the
           other
           (
           thus
           caught
           within
           the
           compasse
           of
           Treason
           ,
           )
           by
           a
           strange
           Divinity
           ,
           assuring
           the
           world
           ,
           that
           the
           Crown
           could
           not
           flourish
           on
           the
           Kings
           head
           ,
           without
           the
           Fellowship
           of
           a
           Miter
           ;
           All
           my
           pretentions
           were
           deeply
           guilded
           with
           the
           Beams
           of
           Authority
           ,
           which
           through
           Inadvertencie
           ,
           and
           fashion
           of
           Times
           ,
           I
           made
           Usher
           in
           such
           strangers
           ,
           as
           deflored
           the
           Church
           ,
           abused
           the
           State
           ,
           and
           dishonoured
           the
           whole
           Dominion
           .
        
         
           When
           the
           seeds
           of
           Arminianisme
           ,
           Superstition
           ,
           and
           Popery
           ,
           (
           by
           my
           Episcopall
           law
           more
           tendering
           the
           honour
           of
           Hierarchy
           ,
           then
           the
           Gospels
           integritie
           )
           simplicity
           had
           been
           very
           Luxuriant
           ,
           and
           over-run
           the
           whole
           Vineyard
           ,
           I
           knew
           that
           as
           
             Rome
          
           was
           now
           filled
           with
           joy
           ,
           for
           the
           fair
           hopes
           of
           our
           return
           to
           her
           ,
           so
           was
           
             England
             ,
          
           and
           all
           the
           Churches
           reformed
           choakt
           with
           fear
           and
           sorrow
           ;
           For
           alas
           ,
           even
           as
           the
           Earth
           looks
           sad
           ,
           and
           sullen
           ,
           at
           the
           Sunnes
           departure
           ,
           and
           every
           Tree
           ,
           every
           flower
           puts
           forth
           a
           tear
           when
           he
           renews
           his
           comfort
           ,
           Why
           do
           not
           we
           conceive
           the
           lovers
           of
           the
           Spirit
           of
           truth
           ,
           must
           be
           dismayed
           ,
           wounded
           in
           heart
           ,
           and
           cloathed
           in
           sorrow
           when
           truth
           is
           banisht
           from
           out
           the
           face
           of
           the
           Earth
           .
           Yet
           would
           
           I
           never
           make
           scruple
           (
           out
           of
           zeal
           to
           that
           Spirituall
           Monarchy
           )
           to
           tread
           down
           all
           those
           who
           were
           bold
           to
           speak
           against
           the
           calamities
           of
           Times
           ,
           iniquities
           of
           the
           Times
           ,
           and
           the
           injuiries
           done
           to
           the
           Gospel
           ,
           though
           we
           must
           all
           confesse
           the
           Spirit
           of
           Truth
           ,
           did
           powerfully
           dwell
           in
           them
           .
           I
           suppressed
           them
           ,
           removed
           them
           ,
           and
           send
           them
           in
           banishment
           beyond
           Sea
           ,
           thereby
           depriving
           Church
           and
           Common-wealth
           of
           their
           Christian
           help
           ,
           both
           in
           Religion
           ,
           and
           Policy
           ;
           But
           my
           own
           Creatures
           ,
           willing
           Instruments
           to
           promote
           my
           Counsells
           ,
           and
           Projects
           ,
           were
           most
           solemnly
           advanced
           to
           the
           places
           in
           Church
           and
           State
           .
           Thus
           We
           went
           on
           ,
           kept
           our
           correspondence
           ,
           and
           ordored
           our
           game
           by
           such
           a
           strange
           cunning
           ,
           and
           violence
           ,
           that
           there
           remains
           a
           black
           History
           for
           our
           deeds
           ,
           which
           will
           hardly
           meet
           with
           belief
           in
           other
           Churches
           .
        
         
           By
           the
           whole
           Current
           of
           my
           carriage
           ,
           by
           my
           practises
           ,
           wayes
           ,
           motions
           ,
           and
           intelligence
           ye
           knew
           ,
           alas
           ,
           that
           I
           was
           about
           that
           great
           work
           of
           the
           Whore
           of
           
             Rome
             ,
          
           (
           in
           such
           sort
           that
           some
           of
           the
           Pasquils
           of
           the
           time
           have
           Charactered
           me
           Her
           laborious
           Pander
           )
           to
           make
           the
           possession
           of
           World
           Hers
           ,
           and
           derogate
           from
           the
           glory
           of
           the
           Gospel
           ,
           and
           honour
           of
           Kings
           .
           O
           be
           ashamed
           for
           so
           miserably
           prostituting
           your selves
           ,
           and
           your
           souls
           to
           the
           domineering
           pride
           of
           my
           humor
           ,
           in
           fomenting
           my
           Popish
           intentions
           ,
           constantly
           followed
           by
           you
           ,
           as
           if
           we
           had
           joyntly
           conspired
           to
           the
           overthrow
           of
           Truth
           and
           Religion
           .
        
         
         
           And
           because
           the
           Printers
           Presse
           did
           often
           speake
           the
           times
           ,
           and
           tell
           the
           world
           the
           mystery
           of
           my
           Episcopising
           ,
           therefore
           did
           I
           arrogate
           to
           my selfe
           the
           keys
           thereof
           ,
           and
           making
           the
           power
           of
           Printing
           depend
           on
           me
           ,
           did
           shut
           and
           open
           the
           same
           at
           my
           pleasure
           .
           Neither
           durst
           any
           booke
           though
           never
           so
           richly
           embellisht
           with
           the
           treasures
           of
           piety
           and
           wisdome
           once
           appeare
           ,
           untill
           by
           a
           supercillious
           license
           my
           Canonicke
           Secretaries
           had
           first
           found
           it
           relish
           deeply
           of
           the
           Romish
           and
           Arminian
           poyson
           .
           And
           as
           I
           was
           the
           rule
           of
           doctrine
           ,
           intending
           and
           remitting
           the
           qualities
           of
           Sermons
           ,
           as
           the
           conditions
           of
           times
           required
           ,
           So
           were
           many
           Pulpits
           prophaned
           with
           Heresies
           ,
           Revilings
           ,
           and
           Scurrilous
           reproches
           ;
           Nay
           ,
           wherein
           have
           I
           restrained
           my
           insolent
           ,
           and
           unbridled
           minde
           in
           the
           pursuit
           of
           my
           superstitious
           follies
           ?
           What
           Statute
           Civill
           or
           Ecclesiasticall
           cannot
           rise
           up
           against
           mee
           ,
           and
           argue
           guilty
           ?
           To
           shew
           how
           I
           have
           framed
           new
           Constitutions
           ,
           Ceremonies
           without
           number
           ,
           which
           infest
           the
           world
           daily
           more
           and
           more
           ,
           Canons
           ,
           and
           Articles
           ,
           and
           Oaths
           ,
           printed
           ,
           published
           ,
           and
           forced
           upon
           the
           people
           ?
           How
           wee
           have
           dared
           to
           grant
           Licenses
           ,
           and
           make
           presumptuous
           Dispensations
           ?
           How
           we
           have
           kept
           Courts
           ,
           made
           all
           our
           Processes
           ,
           Summons
           ,
           Citations
           ,
           and
           Censures
           in
           our
           owne
           name
           ,
           &
           style
           ,
           it
           would
           make
           a
           History
           as
           long
           as
           tedious
           to
           the
           World
           ,
           as
           shamefull
           to
           my
           
           abhorred
           selfe
           :
           They
           are
           written
           with
           the
           point
           of
           a
           Diamond
           on
           all
           the
           Church
           windows
           ,
           every
           letter
           whereof
           to
           mee
           is
           a
           
             nigrum
             Theta
             ;
          
           for
           it
           must
           be
           confessed
           ,
           that
           I
           and
           my
           furious
           faction
           so
           ordered
           all
           ,
           untill
           all
           was
           put
           out
           of
           frame
           ,
           making
           the
           Kingdome
           the
           object
           of
           pitie
           ,
           lacerate
           with
           many
           miseries
           and
           distresses
           ,
           and
           my selfe
           of
           too
           just
           an
           hate
           ,
           thereby
           giving
           occasion
           to
           the
           Enemies
           of
           the
           Gospel
           ,
           to
           sing
           
             Te
             Deum
             ,
          
           and
           to
           the
           Church
           of
           
             England
          
           to
           cry
           
             Ichabod
             .
          
           And
           never
           more
           justly
           then
           now
           might
           it
           be
           said
           ,
           
             Men
             groan
             from
             out
             of
             the
             City
             ,
             and
             the
             souls
             of
             the
             wounded
             cry
             out
             .
          
        
         
           But
           I
           forbeare
           to
           enlarge
           my self
           ,
           and
           afflict
           you
           with
           the
           sad
           relation
           of
           these
           conveyances
           wherein
           yee
           had
           a
           great
           hand
           ,
           &
           to
           which
           yee
           are
           privy
           ,
           only
           let
           me
           confound
           my self
           ,
           before
           the
           World
           in
           this
           Declaration
           concerning
           my
           tyranny
           in
           the
           Scottish
           affaires
           ,
           because
           it
           is
           the
           most
           eminent
           ,
           and
           funest
           act
           of
           the
           Tragedy
           ,
           and
           has
           proved
           most
           effectuall
           to
           my
           perdition
           ,
           and
           from
           thence
           
             unde
             dolor
             &
             lachrymae
             ,
          
           put
           forth
           a
           Prophesie
           to
           you
           of
           these
           evils
           ,
           which
           will
           certainly
           come
           upon
           you
           likewayes
           ,
           breake
           you
           asunder
           ,
           and
           shake
           you
           to
           pieces
           ,
           if
           you
           stop
           your
           eares
           ,
           and
           still
           hate
           to
           be
           reformed
           ,
           when
           Hee
           that
           is
           the
           confidence
           of
           all
           the
           ends
           of
           the
           earth
           ,
           hath
           now
           revealed
           himselfe
           so
           powerfully
           ,
           and
           answered
           the
           expectation
           
           of
           the
           upright
           creature
           by
           terrible
           things
           ,
           in
           Righteousnesse
           ;
           for
           I
           know
           the
           end
           of
           your
           hopes
           ,
           and
           gave
           expansion
           to
           my
           soule
           to
           seek
           the
           things
           of
           this
           world
           ,
           and
           not
           of
           God
           ,
           but
           now
           ,
           behold
           ,
           I
           stand
           upon
           the
           stage
           of
           mortality
           like
           an
           accursed
           tree
           ,
           the
           miserable
           object
           of
           this
           age
           ,
           groan
           under
           the
           hatred
           of
           three
           Kingdomes
           ,
           able
           to
           crush
           all
           the
           Miters
           in
           
             England
             ,
          
           ready
           to
           be
           teared
           by
           the
           wrath
           of
           mine
           Enemies
           ,
           who
           sharpe
           their
           eyes
           against
           mee
           .
        
         
           Not
           content
           with
           that
           absolute
           Power
           which
           the
           errour
           and
           consuetude
           of
           Times
           ,
           and
           the
           indulgence
           of
           Princes
           (
           importuned
           with
           restlesse
           ambition
           )
           suffered
           to
           fall
           upon
           mee
           heere
           in
           the
           
             English
          
           Church
           ,
           I
           would
           needes
           dilate
           my selfe
           like
           a
           swolne
           cloud
           of
           infection
           ,
           to
           obscure
           the
           light
           ,
           to
           poyson
           the
           aire
           ,
           and
           to
           trouble
           the
           calme
           ,
           and
           serenity
           of
           other
           Kingdomes
           ;
           I
           could
           not
           endure
           that
           other
           Churches
           should
           looke
           grievously
           ,
           and
           a
           squint
           upon
           our
           manner
           of
           government
           .
           For
           I
           must
           confesse
           ,
           my
           intentions
           were
           deepe
           and
           large
           ,
           against
           all
           the
           reformed
           Churches
           ,
           and
           Reformation
           of
           Religion
           ,
           which
           through
           his
           Majesties
           Dominions
           I
           had
           wounded
           to
           the
           very
           soul
           ,
           so
           that
           it
           lay
           groveling
           ,
           and
           panting
           on
           the
           ground
           ready
           to
           expire
           ,
           if
           I
           had
           not
           been
           removed
           ,
           and
           our
           plots
           detected
           to
           the
           glory
           of
           God
           ,
           to
           the
           honour
           of
           King
           and
           Parliament
           ,
           to
           the
           terrour
           of
           
           the
           wicked
           ,
           and
           comfort
           of
           all
           those
           who
           have
           bin
           labouring
           after
           the
           beauty
           of
           these
           times
           ,
           and
           would
           have
           bought
           these
           acceptable
           days
           with
           many
           thousands
           .
        
         
           For
           this
           purpose
           ,
           I
           made
           the
           first
           assault
           on
           the
           weaknesse
           of
           
             Scotland
             ,
          
           (
           as
           in
           my
           light
           estimation
           I
           conceived
           ,
           but
           was
           destitute
           of
           the
           Spirit
           of
           Prophecie
           )
           and
           caused
           to
           be
           compiled
           a
           Service
           booke
           for
           their
           devotion
           ,
           obtruding
           the
           same
           upon
           their
           Church
           ,
           which
           I
           knew
           the
           tenderness
           of
           their
           conscience
           could
           no
           ways
           endure
           ;
           yet
           by
           my
           owne
           counsell
           I
           was
           cast
           down
           ;
           for
           though
           I
           knew
           well
           it
           was
           nothing
           else
           but
           a
           strange
           Rhapsody
           of
           all
           unclean
           things
           and
           unsavoury
           ,
           wch
           once
           received
           in
           the
           bowels
           of
           Church
           or
           State
           ,
           could
           never
           give
           rest
           ,
           till
           like
           a
           virulent
           poyson
           it
           had
           begotten
           intestine
           warre
           in
           the
           body
           Ecclesiastick
           and
           Civill
           .
           I
           knew
           likewayes
           it
           overturned
           from
           the
           foundation
           the
           order
           of
           their
           Church
           ,
           making
           a
           large
           entry
           to
           all
           Novations
           to
           come
           ,
           being
           repugnant
           to
           the
           Doctrine
           ,
           Discipline
           ,
           and
           order
           of
           their
           Reformation
           ,
           to
           their
           Confession
           of
           Faith
           ,
           Constitutions
           of
           their
           Generall
           Assemblies
           ,
           and
           Acts
           of
           their
           Parliament
           establishing
           true
           Religion
           ;
           yet
           would
           I
           needs
           enforce
           that
           booke
           upon
           a
           Nation
           ,
           which
           sooner
           would
           have
           welcomed
           the
           Plague
           ,
           the
           Famine
           ,
           and
           the
           Sword
           .
           Hence
           did
           spring
           this
           terrible
           combustion
           ,
           (
           which
           I
           feare
           shall
           no
           other
           wayes
           be
           quenched
           ,
           then
           
           by
           the
           bloud
           of
           that
           faction
           which
           caused
           the
           same
           )
           now
           threatning
           with
           open
           mouth
           ,
           and
           implacable
           fury
           to
           devoure
           us
           all
           ;
           When
           the
           Scots
           affrighted
           with
           such
           an
           unknown
           Monster
           had
           in
           most
           humble
           manner
           prostrate
           themselvs
           to
           authority
           ,
           and
           craved
           a
           dispensation
           ,
           from
           that
           imprestable
           obedience
           ,
           not
           able
           to
           drinke
           that
           poyson
           which
           I
           had
           so
           imperiously
           presented
           to
           them
           ,
           as
           if
           Supreame
           Majesty
           had
           been
           violated
           ,
           Monarchy
           affronted
           ,
           and
           a
           Royall
           Prerogative
           many
           wayes
           injured
           ,
           I
           armed
           Authority
           against
           them
           ,
           and
           made
           such
           strange
           pretences
           ,
           dissembling
           a
           Zeale
           to
           the
           honour
           of
           the
           Crowne
           (
           which
           meane
           while
           I
           was
           trampling
           under-foote
           )
           that
           any
           thing
           behoved
           to
           bee
           done
           ,
           all
           the
           Treasures
           of
           Revenge
           were
           to
           be
           wasted
           ,
           before
           his
           Majesties
           command
           did
           not
           meete
           with
           full
           obedience
           ;
           but
           the
           suggestions
           and
           motions
           were
           ever
           mine
           ,
           most
           palpably
           to
           blow
           up
           all
           ,
           and
           involve
           all
           in
           conflagration
           .
        
         
           All
           the
           Supplications
           (
           both
           pious
           and
           frequent
           )
           the
           Declarations
           ,
           Informations
           ,
           and
           Reformations
           (
           to
           which
           none
           of
           us
           could
           ever
           reply
           )
           of
           that
           afflicted
           Nation
           ,
           I
           caused
           to
           bee
           suppressed
           most
           diligently
           (
           not
           able
           to
           stand
           before
           such
           a
           Light
           ,
           and
           fearing
           they
           should
           work
           the
           overthrow
           of
           our
           cause
           )
           and
           procured
           them
           to
           bee
           answered
           ,
           with
           terrible
           Proclamations
           .
           And
           when
           they
           were
           constrained
           
           to
           use
           the
           remedy
           of
           protestation
           ,
           without
           any
           scruple
           or
           tryall
           of
           the
           busines
           ,
           (
           like
           an
           undistinguishing
           fire
           that
           delights
           to
           feed
           it self
           by
           embracing
           all
           Objects
           )
           I
           caused
           them
           bee
           declared
           and
           published
           ,
           in
           all
           the
           Churches
           of
           
             England
             ,
          
           Traitors
           ,
           and
           Rebells
           ;
           And
           lastly
           when
           they
           were
           seeking
           to
           possesse
           their
           Religion
           against
           my
           strange
           devices
           ,
           and
           Novations
           ,
           I
           Kindled
           the
           fatall
           warre
           ,
           and
           rather
           then
           I
           should
           fall
           from
           my
           counsels
           ,
           and
           have
           any
           of
           my
           intentions
           cast
           back
           on
           my
           face
           ,
           
             I
          
           chosed
           to
           cover
           the
           whole
           Island
           with
           bloud
           .
        
         
           And
           therefore
           having
           once
           espoused
           the
           
             Roman
          
           quarrell
           ,
           I
           caused
           display
           an
           open
           banner
           and
           mustered
           my
           forces
           ,
           called
           forth
           my
           Squadrons
           (
           as
           if
           religion
           ,
           and
           the
           honour
           Royall
           had
           been
           lying
           at
           the
           stake
           )
           and
           set
           forth
           an
           Episcopall
           Expedition
           for
           defence
           of
           the
           Mitre
           ,
           which
           in
           end
           will
           be
           covered
           with
           ashes
           in
           despight
           of
           all
           created
           powers
           .
           But
           ô
           yee
           of
           little
           providence
           ,
           for
           what
           all
           this
           fury
           ?
           Where
           were
           your
           souls
           ?
           And
           why
           did
           none
           of
           us
           foresee
           the
           black
           successe
           of
           such
           destructive
           ,
           distempers
           ,
           and
           unmercifull
           extremities
           ?
           But
           this
           was
           our
           houre
           ,
           our
           very
           houre
           ,
           wherein
           wee
           were
           wise
           to
           our
           owne
           destruction
           .
        
         
           Thus
           when
           by
           our
           working
           the
           Land
           was
           divided
           in
           two
           Armies
           ,
           advanced
           and
           brought
           in
           view
           of
           each
           other
           ,
           yet
           not
           so
           much
           as
           a
           
           Dog
           to
           offend
           ;
           When
           all
           matters
           were
           sweetly
           composed
           ,
           and
           by
           a
           Pacification
           as
           undesired
           as
           unexpected
           of
           us
           both
           Nations
           had
           comforted
           themselves
           with
           the
           hopes
           of
           peace
           and
           quietnesse
           ,
           then
           like
           an
           angry
           wind
           that
           layes
           bare
           the
           very
           ocean
           ,
           or
           like
           fire
           imprisoned
           ,
           I
           burst
           forth
           and
           spred
           my self
           with
           greater
           violence
           ,
           and
           could
           not
           give
           rest
           to
           my
           mind
           ,
           till
           a
           new
           war
           was
           kindled
           ,
           and
           all
           things
           for
           their
           destruction
           with
           a
           fresher
           resolution
           then
           before
           prepared
           against
           them
           .
           How
           I
           bestirred
           by
           self
           both
           at
           the
           Counsell
           Table
           ,
           and
           privy
           Juncto
           ,
           to
           reproach
           all
           his
           Majesties
           Royall
           intentions
           of
           peace
           with
           his
           Subjects
           ,
           and
           that
           Pacification
           as
           dishonourable
           ,
           and
           fit
           to
           be
           broken
           ,
           yee
           can
           all
           beare
           mee
           record
           .
           I
           controlled
           the
           judgement
           of
           the
           whole
           Kingdome
           and
           Parliament
           .
           And
           though
           they
           found
           no
           just
           reason
           and
           emergencie
           for
           warre
           ,
           yet
           because
           I
           apprehended
           our
           Kingdome
           was
           like
           to
           make
           a
           fatall
           end
           ,
           and
           our
           Babel
           was
           trembling
           ,
           ready
           to
           tumble
           down
           about
           our
           eares
           ,
           and
           that
           there
           was
           no
           safety
           left
           but
           to
           build
           upon
           the
           ruines
           of
           their
           confusion
           ,
           Therefore
           in
           politick
           probability
           I
           thought
           it
           most
           fit
           to
           shake
           all
           ,
           and
           put
           all
           in
           divisions
           and
           disorders
           ,
           that
           so
           wee
           might
           work
           our
           owne
           safety
           ,
           and
           the
           redemption
           of
           Hierarchy
           from
           the
           publike
           reproach
           ,
           fishing
           in
           troubled
           waters
           :
           Thus
           in
           my
           gracelesse
           fagacity
           ,
           I
           concluded
           it
           good
           counsell
           to
           bring
           
           both
           Kingdomes
           neerer
           to
           ruine
           ,
           that
           being
           made
           poore
           and
           passive
           ,
           they
           might
           be
           ruled
           with
           the
           more
           ease
           .
        
         
           It
           is
           not
           unknown
           to
           you
           all
           how
           impudently
           ,
           and
           blasphemously
           I
           railed
           against
           that
           Covenant
           of
           
             Scotland
             ,
          
           (
           which
           like
           a
           terrible
           Spear
           in
           the
           hand
           of
           the
           mighty
           has
           strickē
           us
           through
           the
           very
           soul
           ,
           &
           must
           triūph
           through
           the
           world
           ,
           to
           the
           abolishing
           of
           that
           great
           Bishop
           ,
           if
           wee
           observe
           the
           indeniable
           finger
           of
           a
           Providence
           )
           though
           it
           was
           most
           true
           that
           the
           same
           did
           containe
           nothing
           but
           the
           marrow
           of
           Religion
           ,
           was
           approved
           by
           Nationall
           Assemblies
           ,
           subscribed
           by
           his
           Majesties
           Commissioners
           ,
           &
           by
           the
           Lords
           of
           his
           Majesties
           Counsell
           ,
           and
           by
           them
           commanded
           to
           be
           subscribed
           by
           all
           the
           Subjects
           of
           that
           Kingdome
           ,
           as
           a
           testimony
           of
           their
           duty
           to
           God
           &
           the
           King
           .
           Though
           the
           beautiful
           face
           of
           Religion
           which
           did
           shine
           there
           most
           gloriously
           ,
           and
           all
           these
           warrants
           in
           a
           morall
           way
           could
           have
           justified
           them
           ,
           and
           taught
           mee
           better
           manners
           ,
           yet
           I
           would
           break
           through
           all
           considerations
           ,
           and
           make
           good
           my
           mistake
           ,
           using
           that
           power
           whereof
           I
           was
           in
           possession
           to
           the
           effectuall
           embracements
           of
           my
           owne
           wishes
           .
           As
           they
           used
           all
           means
           to
           approve
           themselves
           to
           God
           and
           Man
           ,
           and
           deliver
           unto
           their
           Posteritie
           the
           true
           Religion
           in
           her
           purity
           and
           majesty
           ,
           So
           I
           professe
           my
           study
           was
           to
           render
           them
           odious
           ,
           charging
           with
           unquestioned
           guilt
           these
           Subjects
           
           that
           endeavoured
           to
           gain
           his
           Majesties
           favour
           and
           were
           most
           faithfull
           to
           his
           Crown
           ,
           and
           dignity
           .
        
         
           When
           the
           Parliament
           could
           not
           bee
           induced
           to
           discend
           into
           warre
           against
           a
           Nation
           ,
           maintaining
           their
           Religion
           ,
           and
           Liberties
           ,
           I
           did
           impede
           their
           procedings
           ,
           and
           stop
           their
           Resolutions
           ,
           as
           if
           they
           had
           met
           for
           no
           other
           purpose
           ,
           then
           to
           give
           up
           their
           Judgements
           to
           mee
           ,
           and
           evidence
           their
           devotion
           to
           my
           corrupt
           ends
           .
           And
           not
           only
           did
           I
           advise
           the
           breaking
           up
           of
           that
           high
           and
           honourable
           Court
           of
           Parliament
           ,
           (
           on
           which
           all
           the
           Eys
           of
           
             Europe
          
           were
           fastned
           ,
           and
           whence
           the
           reformed
           Churches
           expected
           refreshment
           )
           but
           did
           like-ways
           sit
           still
           in
           the
           Convocation
           house
           ,
           making
           Canons
           and
           Constitutions
           :
           Ordaining
           under
           all
           highest
           paines
           ,
           that
           hereafter
           the
           Clergy
           should
           preach
           foure
           times
           in
           the
           yeere
           such
           Doctrines
           as
           were
           contrary
           not
           only
           to
           the
           Scottish
           proceedings
           ,
           but
           to
           the
           Doctrines
           and
           proceedings
           of
           other
           Churches
           ,
           to
           the
           Judgement
           of
           all
           sound
           Divines
           ,
           and
           Politiques
           ,
           and
           tending
           to
           the
           utter
           slavery
           ,
           and
           ruining
           of
           all
           Estates
           ,
           and
           Kingdomes
           ,
           and
           to
           the
           dishonour
           of
           Kings
           ,
           and
           Monarchs
           .
           Not
           content
           herewith
           ,
           I
           procured
           six
           Subsidies
           to
           be
           levied
           of
           the
           Clergie
           ,
           under
           pain
           of
           deprivation
           to
           al
           who
           should
           refuse
           for
           this
           great
           exigency
           ,
           and
           Holy
           war
           .
           And
           as
           if
           all
           these
           had
           not
           been
           sufficient
           (
           O
           hide
           your
           faces
           ,
           and
           
           blush
           for
           shame
           )
           I
           caused
           frame
           and
           print
           a
           Prayer
           ,
           and
           sent
           through
           all
           the
           parishes
           of
           
             England
             ,
          
           to
           be
           said
           in
           time
           of
           divine
           Service
           ,
           against
           that
           Nation
           by
           the
           name
           of
           traiterous
           Subjects
           having
           cast
           off
           all
           obedience
           to
           their
           anointed
           Soveraigne
           ,
           and
           comming
           in
           a
           rebellious
           manner
           to
           invade
           
             England
             ,
          
           that
           shame
           might
           cover
           their
           faces
           ,
           as
           enemies
           to
           God
           and
           the
           King
           .
           Here
           let
           horrour
           and
           wonder
           sease
           your
           soul
           ,
           and
           all
           Religion
           and
           C●dor
           be
           ashamed
           ;
           if
           these
           alas
           be
           the
           fruits
           of
           the
           spirit
           of
           truth
           ,
           and
           peace
           ,
           or
           the
           words
           of
           charity
           or
           the
           wayes
           of
           the
           Gospel
           God
           and
           the
           World
           will
           judge
           .
        
         
           Many
           strange
           oaths
           I
           invented
           pressing
           them
           upon
           the
           paine
           of
           imprisonment
           and
           huge
           pecuniall
           mulets
           .
           And
           in
           that
           sacred
           Synod
           (
           as
           wee
           called
           it
           ,
           but
           God
           is
           not
           mocked
           )
           was
           that
           love-lock
           of
           Antichrist
           forged
           ,
           that
           prodigious
           that
           bottomlesse
           and
           unlimited
           oath
           coined
           ,
           which
           was
           provided
           most
           prudently
           as
           bonds
           and
           chaines
           to
           ty
           the
           laity
           from
           invading
           our
           liberties
           which
           wee
           conceived
           to
           be
           powerfully
           fortified
           with
           our
           imperiors
           Canons
           as
           a
           Rampard
           :
           So
           that
           if
           the
           wisdome
           of
           the
           State
           ,
           in
           the
           great
           counsell
           and
           supreame
           Senate
           of
           the
           Kingdome
           ,
           should
           think
           fit
           to
           alter
           any
           thing
           hereafter
           in
           the
           government
           of
           the
           Church
           ,
           we
           gloried
           in
           this
           as
           a
           Master-piece
           of
           providence
           ,
           to
           anticipate
           and
           forestall
           their
           judgement
           by
           making
           
           them
           sweare
           before
           hand
           to
           damnable
           heresies
           (
           for
           why
           should
           I
           now
           dissemble
           )
           That
           the
           government
           of
           Archbishops
           ,
           Bishops
           ,
           Deacons
           ,
           &c.
           
           (
           A
           strange
           mishap
           in
           Monster
           with
           a
           Dragons
           taile
           ,
           not
           sprung
           from
           Scripture
           ,
           )
           is
           
             jure
             divino
             ,
          
           and
           that
           they
           should
           never
           give
           consent
           to
           any
           alteration
           .
           This
           was
           a
           heavie
           yoke
           ,
           and
           strong
           fetters
           cast
           upon
           Christian
           liberty
           .
           Yee
           all
           know
           what
           meanes
           wee
           used
           in
           that
           our
           Conclave
           to
           make
           all
           sure
           against
           the
           storme
           that
           threatned
           us
           :
           for
           the
           motive
           of
           our
           meeting
           was
           not
           the
           peace
           and
           purity
           of
           the
           Church
           ,
           (
           nay
           ,
           we
           threw
           oile
           in
           the
           flame
           )
           nor
           the
           extirping
           of
           heresies
           ,
           (
           for
           day
           after
           day
           they
           set
           up
           their
           abominable
           heads
           ,
           and
           came
           forth
           as
           Locusts
           out
           of
           the
           pit
           )
           and
           establishing
           the
           truth
           ,
           in
           the
           power
           of
           doctrine
           and
           discipline
           ;
           but
           to
           assure
           our
           Episcopacie
           ,
           and
           exalt
           Hierarchie
           ,
           which
           was
           now
           fainting
           and
           languishing
           under
           the
           weight
           of
           so
           many
           reproaches
           ready
           to
           expire
           .
           If
           we
           dare
           not
           for
           the
           illegality
           of
           these
           Canons
           ,
           appeare
           before
           that
           powerfull
           Sun-beame
           (
           the
           Estates
           of
           Parliament
           )
           which
           doth
           melt
           us
           like
           Snow
           ,
           and
           make
           us
           ashamed
           like
           Bats
           and
           Owls
           ,
           where
           shall
           we
           stand
           for
           their
           impietie
           in
           the
           great
           day
           of
           our
           reckoning
           .
        
         
           These
           ,
           ô
           these
           be
           the
           trophees
           of
           my
           triumph
           ,
           these
           bee
           the
           garlands
           adorning
           my
           Mitre
           ,
           which
           are
           now
           desperatly
           blasted
           with
           the
           angriest
           
           thunder
           that
           ever
           fell
           upon
           an
           ambitious
           hea●
           ,
           which
           shall
           be
           likeways
           shortly
           turned
           to
           Cypresse
           at
           my
           unlamented
           funerals
           .
           The
           black
           cloud
           of
           dishonour
           hangs
           over
           me
           ,
           and
           I
           am
           drowned
           in
           shame
           ;
           I
           am
           now
           the
           despised
           prey
           of
           the
           world
           ,
           the
           noysome
           spectacle
           of
           this
           age
           ,
           example
           of
           justice
           to
           all
           those
           who
           dare
           crucifie
           the
           harmlesse
           truth
           ,
           disgrace
           the
           beauty
           of
           the
           glorious
           light
           ,
           resist
           the
           graces
           of
           the
           Gospell
           ,
           stifle
           the
           rayes
           of
           Majesty
           with
           impure
           smoake
           ,
           and
           drinke
           with
           open
           throat
           the
           intoxicate
           cup
           of
           accursed
           preferment
           ,
           which
           taints
           the
           judgement
           ,
           and
           poysons
           the
           heart
           :
           And
           therefore
           on
           the
           bended
           knees
           of
           my
           soule
           let
           mee
           entreat
           you
           ,
           to
           cast
           your
           eyes
           upon
           mee
           ,
           not
           for
           pity
           and
           wonder
           only
           ,
           but
           to
           hate
           those
           things
           which
           have
           plunged
           me
           in
           this
           depth
           of
           misery
           .
           Goe
           measure
           the
           height
           of
           your
           hopes
           ,
           examine
           the
           very
           life
           &
           strength
           of
           my
           happines
           ,
           and
           compare
           it
           with
           that
           weight
           of
           anguish
           ,
           that
           mighty
           trouble
           of
           mind
           ,
           those
           heavy
           disappointments
           ,
           the
           loss
           of
           reputation
           ,
           that
           bitter
           hatred
           (
           one
           dram
           of
           which
           evils
           ,
           drowns
           the
           memory
           of
           all
           my
           forsaken
           follies
           ,
           and
           deceitfull
           policies
           )
           and
           let
           this
           sad
           and
           serious
           remonstrance
           beget
           in
           you
           a
           perfit
           hatred
           of
           my
           ways
           ,
           opinions
           and
           practices
           ,
           and
           bring
           forth
           in
           your
           melting
           souls
           ,
           a
           tender
           love
           to
           the
           peace
           of
           the
           Church
           :
           as
           you
           would
           embrace
           your
           owne
           eternall
           weal
           .
        
         
         
           For
           behold
           I
           had
           lately
           established
           my self
           upon
           the
           tops
           of
           the
           Mountaines
           ,
           and
           thought
           I
           could
           not
           be
           removed
           ,
           and
           flourishing
           like
           a
           Bay
           tree
           ,
           the
           terrour
           of
           three
           Nations
           ,
           feared
           at
           home
           ,
           reverenced
           abroad
           ,
           (
           in
           such
           sort
           that
           the
           Romish
           Church
           thought
           her selfe
           meritoriously
           acquit
           ,
           when
           she
           made
           eminent
           mention
           of
           mee
           in
           her
           prayers
           ,
           as
           of
           the
           Rulers
           of
           Kingdomes
           ,
           and
           Princes
           of
           the
           earth
           ,
           that
           God
           would
           blesse
           so
           worthy
           a
           Prelate
           ,
           and
           the
           great
           worke
           in
           his
           hands
           )
           But
           now
           I
           passe
           away
           ,
           and
           my
           memory
           stinketh
           ,
           Lo
           ,
           there
           are
           no
           more
           eys
           in
           the
           3
           Kingdomes
           ,
           nay
           ,
           in
           all
           the
           Neighbour
           Churches
           almost
           ,
           then
           are
           bent
           against
           mee
           ,
           and
           setting
           me
           up
           as
           a
           mark
           ,
           do
           shoot
           their
           anger
           at
           mee
           ,
           and
           gaze
           at
           me
           with
           out-stretched
           necks
           :
           Consider
           this
           ,
           and
           looke
           a
           little
           how
           abject
           I
           am
           now
           ,
           and
           how
           they
           have
           pestred
           mee
           ,
           every
           mouth
           is
           filled
           with
           railings
           ,
           and
           I
           remaine
           the
           subject
           and
           recreation
           of
           the
           more
           frolick
           pens
           .
           The
           World
           has
           consulted
           with
           my
           fate
           ,
           and
           found
           nothing
           but
           tyranny
           contained
           in
           the
           leaf
           of
           my
           destiny
           ,
           which
           they
           have
           pickt
           out
           in
           the
           anatomy
           of
           my
           name
           ,
           as
           if
           I
           had
           beene
           a
           man
           set
           apart
           for
           the
           abuse
           of
           Churches
           and
           Kingdomes
           ,
           while
           one
           doth
           persecute
           me
           with
           this
           Anagram
           ,
        
         
           WILLIAM
           LAUDE
           .
           Anagram
           .
           
             I
             made
             will
             Law
             .
          
        
         
         
           
             SP'rit
             of
             Delusion
             ,
             Church
             and
             State
          
           
             Have
             found
             this
             wrapt
             in
             thy
             black
             fate
             :
          
           
             Thou
             rearedst
             forth
             the
             Canon
             law
             ,
          
           
             And
             trembling
             madst
             them
             stand
             in
             aw
             ,
          
           
             And
             both
             the
             Scepters
             swaya'st
             ,
             but
             now
          
           
             Thy
             Mitre
             tumbles
             from
             thy
             brow
             ,
          
           
             Thy
             maske
             is
             torn
             ,
             and
             we
             do
             see
          
           
             The
             flames
             of
             thine
             adulterate
             eye
             ,
          
           
             'T
             was
             from
             the
             North
             was
             heard
             the
             voice
          
           
             Making
             all
             
               England
            
             to
             rejoyce
             ,
          
           
             Which
             first
             betrayed
             thee
             to
             thy
             shame
             ,
          
           
             And
             did
             display
             thy
             stinking
             fame
             :
          
           
             With
             tyrant
             Laws
             ,
             and
             Iron
             rod
             ,
          
           
             Thou
             mad'st
             the
             prouder
             Mountains
             nod
          
           
             And
             
               Caedars
            
             reel
             ,
             Thence
             thou
             wouldst
             try
          
           
             The
             Artick
             Pole
             ,
             and
             reach
             the
             Skie
             ,
          
           
             But
             thence
             great
             terrours
             ,
             lightnings
             ,
             thunder
          
           
             Did
             teare
             thy
             throne
             ,
             thy selfe
             asunder
             ,
          
           
             And
             drown'd
             thee
             in
             eternall
             night
          
           
             Proud
             and
             counterfeited
             light
             .
          
        
         
           
             'T
             is
             reason
             scurvy
             Mitres
             fall
             ,
          
           
             Before
             base
             Statesmoles
             sink
             us
             all
             .
          
        
         
           If
           this
           be
           the
           world's
           estimation
           ,
           how
           is
           my
           Garland
           now
           humbled
           ,
           and
           layed
           in
           the
           dust
           ?
           where
           is
           that
           honour
           ,
           that
           usurped
           power
           by
           which
           I
           knew
           well
           how
           to
           muzzell
           the
           times
           ,
           and
           correct
           the
           petulancie
           of
           the
           bolder
           pens
           ?
           but
           now
           they
           are
           filled
           with
           the
           venom
           of
           Asps
           ,
           and
           cast
           forth
           flouds
           of
           gall
           upon
           me
           .
           
           Lo
           here
           another
           monument
           of
           my
           fame
           ,
           for
           I
           thought
           good
           to
           shew
           you
           with
           what
           honourable
           Elegies
           they
           resolve
           to
           attend
           my
           Herse
           ,
           that
           yee
           may
           be
           acquainted
           with
           your
           Panegyricks
           before
           they
           be
           engraven
           on
           your
           Tombe
           ,
           no
           kind
           recompence
           they
           will
           allow
           you
           nor
           such
           as
           this
           .
        
         
           
             LIke
             to
             a
             blazing
             Comet
             in
             the
             North
          
           
             Drowning
             the
             Neighbour
             Stars
             ,
             and
             casting
             forth
          
           
             A
             floud
             of
             fire
             ,
             that
             poyson'd
             all
             the
             aire
             ,
          
           
             And
             darkn'd
             the
             light
             ,
             thou
             didst
             ere-while
             appeare
             ,
          
           
             
               Sulphureous
               Meteor
               ,
            
             dangling
             in
             thy
             skie
             ,
          
           
             Thou
             thoughtst
             thou
             couldst
             the
             Sun
             with
             beauty
             die
             ,
          
           
             And
             Soveraignly
             presumedst
             to
             dispence
          
           
             On
             everything
             thy
             usurped
             influence
             .
          
           
             Base
             ,
             putrid
             vapour
             ,
             which
             some
             gentle
             rayes
             ,
          
           
             When
             
               Phoebus
            
             smiling
             on
             the
             Centre
             plays
             ,
          
           
             Hath
             lately
             but
             exhal'd
             ,
             and
             with
             his
             beams
          
           
             Hath
             so
             so
             deeply
             guilded
             ,
             that
             it
             seems
          
           
             Thou
             art
             a
             Star
             indeed
             ,
             'Cause
             thou
             didst
             mock
          
           
             The
             Moon
             and
             heavenly
             bodies
             ,
             and
             provoke
             ,
          
           
             Climbing
             with
             jealousie
             as
             to
             a
             crown
             ,
          
           
             Like
             
               Lucifer
            
             thou
             dyest
             ,
             and
             art
             thrown
             down
             .
          
        
         
           Here
           is
           likeways
           the
           lash
           of
           another
           unmercifull
           pen
           ;
           It
           is
           my
           glory
           to
           abhor
           my self
           ,
           and
           I
           must
           present
           these
           little
           flourishes
           to
           you
           who
           like
           Camelions
           feed
           on
           the
           aire
           of
           popularity
           ,
           that
           in
           them
           as
           in
           a
           mirrour
           ,
           yee
           may
           discover
           the
           minde
           of
           the
           people
           ,
           and
           their
           
           propension
           to
           hate
           you
           as
           Vipers
           &
           Serpents
           ,
           enemies
           to
           mankind
           .
        
         
           
             
               Laude
            
             tibi
             
               Laudis
            
             nomen
             malefacta
             dedere
             ,
          
           
             Vt
             sine
             
               Laude
            
             praeis
             ,
             sic
             sine
             
               Laude
            
             peris
             ,
          
           
             Perniciem
             in
             patriae
             natus
             ,
             Regisque
             ruinam
             es
             ,
          
           
             Nequam
             es
             consiliis
             ,
             alter
             &
             
               Achitophel
               :
            
          
           
             Hic
             natum
             in
             Patrem
             docuit
             fera
             bella
             movere
             ,
          
           
             Tu
             natum
             in
             Matrem
             bella
             ciere
             doces
             .
          
           
             Vt
             tibi
             perfidiis
             fuit
             ille
             exemplar
             iniquis
             ,
          
           
             Sic
             tibi
             sit
             mortis
             unica
             norm
             atuae
          
           
             I
             morere
             ut
             meritus
             ,
             laqueoque
             averte
             laborem
          
           
             Carnificis
             ,
             Patriae
             carnificina
             tuae
             .
          
        
         
           A
           comfortlesse
           comparison
           and
           sad
           sentence
           :
           but
           what
           will
           not
           a
           provoked
           people
           (
           alas
           too
           justly
           provoked
           )
           say
           in
           the
           heat
           of
           their
           rage
           ?
           all
           language
           is
           too
           narrow
           .
           If
           you
           will
           have
           more
           evidences
           of
           the
           universall
           distaste
           ,
           and
           know
           how
           perfectly
           odious
           I
           am
           ,
           cast
           your
           eyes
           upon
           this
           following
           Satyre
           ,
           where
           they
           have
           stretcht
           themselves
           to
           the
           furthest
           extent
           of
           language
           ,
           &
           made
           me
           aswell
           a
           Devill
           ,
           as
           a
           Tyrant
           ,
           resolving
           my
           name
           thus
           ,
        
         
           WILLIAM
           LADE
           .
           Anagram
           .
           I
           am
           a
           Divell
           .
        
         
         
           
             THen
             like
             a
             fury
             poast
             to
             
               Tartarus
               ,
            
          
           
             Vngentle
             Monster
             ,
             and
             depart
             from
             us
             ,
          
           
             Sinke
             to
             the
             brazen-gated
             deep
             Abysse
             ,
          
           
             And
             there
             iriumph
             ,
             Quaff
             
               Stygian
               Nonacris
               .
            
          
           
             Now
             ,
             now
             the
             Tale-tell
             God
             displays
             his
             light
             ,
          
           
             To
             shew
             the
             world
             the
             horrour
             of
             thy
             night
             ;
          
           
             At
             whose
             approach
             perfuming
             all
             the
             Aire
          
           
             With
             Spicie
             vapours
             ,
             Spirits
             must
             disappeare
             .
          
           
             Hence
             ,
             hence
             ,
             on
             sorrow
             and
             revenge
             to
             feed
             ,
          
           
             Go
             pulla
             Viper
             from
             
               Alectoe's
            
             head
             ;
          
           
             Like
             angry
             winds
             goe
             whip
             the
             
               Stygian
            
             Lake
             ,
          
           
             And
             
               Rodomanthoes
            
             Iron
             throne
             make
             shake
             ;
          
           
             Go
             swallow
             Lightnings
             ,
             dart
             thy
             prouder
             thunder
             ,
          
           
             Fill
             hell
             ,
             as
             earth
             ,
             with
             horrours
             ,
             fear
             ,
             and
             wonder
             .
          
           
             We
             make
             more
             heavenly
             Musique
             at
             thy
             fall
             ,
          
           
             Then
             all
             the
             Spheares
             that
             dance
             about
             the
             ball
             .
          
        
         
           Here
           comes
           forth
           another
           full
           of
           spight
           as
           the
           Grape
           ready
           to
           burst
           ,
           and
           shoots
           his
           arrows
           against
           me
           ,
           whose
           poyson
           doth
           make
           my
           spirit
           to
           smart
           .
        
         
           
             To
             the
             memory
             of
             the
             true
             Labourer
             in
             the
             
               Roman
            
             Cause
             ,
             the
             Prelate
             of
             
               Canterbury
               .
            
          
           
             LAborious
             
               Pander
            
             to
             the
             Whore
             of
             
               Rome
               ,
            
          
           
             
             Th'hast
             acted
             bravely
             ,
             and
             deserv'st
             a
             room
          
           
             Above
             all
             those
             who
             could
             divide
             ,
             confound
             ,
          
           
             And
             raze
             a
             Church
             ,
             and
             Kingdome
             to
             the
             ground
             .
          
           
           
             Thou
             sprung'st
             most
             proudly
             with
             aspiring
             vole
          
           
             Which
             could
             not
             stoop
             but
             to
             the
             Capitole
             .
          
           
             The
             Church
             ,
             the
             State
             ,
             lay
             panting
             under
             neath
          
           
             Thy
             pestring
             foot
             ,
             and
             durst
             not
             once
             but
             breath
          
           
             A
             sigh
             ,
             or
             groan
             ,
             nay
             ,
             though
             the
             times
             we
             sie
          
           
             Were
             bleeding
             forth
             their
             soul
             ,
             yet
             durst
             not
             cry
             .
          
           
             Thou
             pick'st
             the
             Diamonds
             from
             the
             Diademe
          
           
             T'
             adorn
             the
             Mitre
             ,
             and
             t'
             exalt
             the
             name
          
           
             Of
             Prelacy'bove
             power
             Secular
             ,
          
           
             Which
             shines
             beside
             your
             Moon
             ,
             but
             like
             a
             Star
             .
          
           
             Dread
             Prelat
             Lambethan
             ,
             thou
             shalt
             be
             known
          
           
             Where
             ere
             the
             
               Roman
            
             Eagle
             yet
             has
             flown
             :
          
           
             Nor
             
               Becket
               ,
               Wolsey
               ,
            
             nor
             the
             hot-braind
             Crew
             ,
          
           
             Who
             did
             the
             harmlesse
             Truth
             so
             sore
             pursue
             ,
          
           
             
               Gregorian
            
             Kalendar
             have
             beautified
             ,
          
           
             So
             nobly
             as
             thou
             in
             Rubricks
             deified
             .
          
           
             'T
             is
             true
             enraged
             times
             may
             sacrifice
          
           
             Thee
             for
             thy
             zeale
             ,
             laugh
             forth
             thine
             Elegies
             ,
          
           
             And
             make
             thee
             a
             Proverb
             ,
             yet
             the
             Lady
             of
             lands
          
           
             Which
             doth
             embrace
             the
             World
             ,
             amazed
             stands
          
           
             And
             weeps
             thy
             losse
             ,
             the
             Consistoriall
             train
             ,
          
           
             His
             Holinesse
             himself
             ,
             do
             much
             complain
             ,
          
           
             And
             sweare
             th'
             have
             loos'd
             th'
             Arch-feather
             of
             their
             wings
          
           
             By
             which
             they
             used
             to
             soare
             above
             the
             Kings
             :
          
           
             Therefore
             about
             each
             Altar
             shall
             they
             Bayes
          
           
             Throng
             most
             solemnly
             ,
             incense
             of
             thy
             prayse
          
           
             Shall
             stream
             through
             every
             grieved
             Cathedrall
             ,
          
           
             While
             all
             the
             bels
             tole
             forth
             thy
             funerall
             .
          
        
         
           Thus
           am
           I
           tossed
           and
           made
           the
           scorne
           of
           time
           ,
           they
           hold
           it
           good
           service
           to
           the
           present
           age
           ,
           and
           posterity
           ,
           to
           limne
           me
           in
           an
           hideous
           
           hue
           ,
           and
           contend
           whose
           pen
           shal
           be
           most
           pungent
           ,
           and
           victorious
           in
           the
           Pasquill
           :
           These
           same
           Palmes
           are
           springing
           and
           ripening
           for
           you
           ,
           if
           yee
           continue
           to
           incense
           the
           impetuous
           people
           ,
           now
           in
           a
           dangerous
           agitation
           ,
           which
           though
           oftentimes
           undistinguishing
           ,
           yet
           nothing
           mistaken
           in
           me
           .
        
         
           I
           desire
           therefore
           to
           entreat
           you
           ,
           and
           conjure
           you
           all
           ,
           in
           the
           power
           of
           passion
           ,
           to
           be
           no
           more
           heires
           of
           my
           institutions
           and
           designes
           ,
           but
           rather
           be
           astonished
           ,
           putting
           on
           wonder
           ,
           and
           pitie
           :
           for
           I
           must
           tell
           you
           ,
           some
           think
           that
           Prophesie
           (
           thirteene
           
             Revel.
          
           at
           the
           last
           )
           about
           the
           beast
           comming
           out
           of
           the
           earth
           ,
           which
           spoke
           as
           a
           Dragon
           ,
           even
           now
           to
           be
           fulfilled
           ,
           and
           the
           mystery
           thereof
           revealed
           in
           my
           name
           ,
           the
           numerall
           letters
           whereof
           being
           thus
           written
           WILL
           .
           LAVD
           make
           directly
           the
           number
           of
           the
           Beast
           .
        
         
           I
           am
           the
           Beast
           count
           it
           that
           can
           ,
        
         
           This
           is
           the
           number
           ,
           I
           am
           the
           Man
           .
        
         
           If
           this
           cōmentary
           be
           not
           accurate
           ,
           yet
           sure
           the
           envy
           is
           exact
           ,
           which
           should
           beget
           remorse
           and
           feare
           in
           mee
           ,
           and
           wisdome
           in
           you
           ,
           for
           it
           will
           not
           forbear
           you
           when
           your
           cup
           shall
           be
           full
           .
           O
           the
           revolution
           of
           times
           ,
           o
           the
           hopes
           of
           man
           !
           How
           happy
           is
           hee
           who
           is
           prepared
           for
           all
           the
           turnings
           of
           the
           World
           ?
           I
           must
           be
           shortly
           dissolved
           ,
           brethren
           ,
           and
           have
           faithfully
           (
           as
           becomes
           one
           in
           the
           last
           Article
           of
           his
           tim●
           )
           cast
           
           open
           to
           you
           the
           inner
           cabinet
           of
           my
           heart
           ,
           where
           you
           may
           see
           the
           very
           fountain
           and
           root
           of
           all
           my
           woes
           ,
           and
           learn
           to
           correct
           the
           perversnes
           of
           your
           own
           souls
           ,
           &
           come
           out
           of
           
             Babell
             ,
          
           as
           you
           would
           flie
           from
           a
           falling
           Towre
           .
           Let
           my
           words
           be
           precious
           to
           you
           ,
           my
           condition
           terrible
           ,
           and
           this
           my
           lamentation
           ,
           which
           I
           have
        
         
           Bathed
           in
           dearest
           teares
           of
           bitter
           grief
           ,
        
         
           That
           ever
           sought
           to
           language
           for
           relief
           .
        
         
           Unmaske
           your
           eyes
           ,
           and
           reclaime
           you
           from
           that
           spirituall
           adultery
           ,
           whereby
           yee
           have
           so
           grievously
           prophaned
           the
           chastity
           of
           Religion
           ,
           and
           given
           offence
           to
           the
           Reformed
           Churches
           .
           O
           with
           what
           exact
           humility
           would
           I
           cast
           my self
           in
           the
           bosome
           of
           that
           truth
           which
           I
           have
           wounded
           ,
           if
           I
           thought
           my
           return
           would
           be
           gracious
           to
           the
           World
           .
           I
           know
           of
           what
           spirit
           yee
           be
           ,
           and
           in
           the
           days
           of
           my
           labour
           did
           swell
           with
           that
           happinesse
           which
           yee
           all
           promise
           to
           your selves
           .
           But
           take
           knowledge
           from
           me
           who
           has
           bought
           it
           at
           so
           deare
           a
           rate
           ,
           and
           assure
           your selves
           that
           the
           hopes
           of
           the
           Righteous
           shal
           be
           gladnes
           ,
           when
           the
           expectation
           of
           the
           wicked
           shall
           perish
           .
           Truth
           must
           triumph
           .
        
         
           What
           shall
           I
           doe
           to
           enforce
           this
           great
           Resolution
           which
           concernes
           you
           as
           the
           life
           of
           your
           souls
           ?
           Even
           to
           quit
           that
           your
           darling
           which
           you
           have
           hug'd
           so
           dearly
           ;
           To
           lay
           by
           your
           Rochets
           ,
           renounce
           your
           Episcopacie
           ,
           which
           has
           ever
           been
           the
           very
           root
           of
           all
           these
           Ceremonies
           which
           this
           day
           doe
           infest
           the
           
           world
           ,
           &
           have
           of
           old
           produced
           the
           mystery
           of
           iniquity
           :
           Once
           begin
           to
           entertain
           this
           thought
           that
           you
           are
           fighting
           against
           the
           heavens
           ,
           and
           forsake
           those
           things
           which
           do
           so
           evidently
           soment
           the
           combustions
           of
           the
           Christian
           world
           .
        
         
           How
           many
           Rites
           ,
           and
           Orders
           ,
           and
           Ceremonies
           ,
           and
           Comick
           follies
           ,
           &
           novations
           (
           which
           are
           not
           confined
           to
           number
           ,
           but
           still
           springing
           up
           after
           the
           vanity
           of
           the
           imagination
           of
           the
           heart
           of
           man
           )
           doe
           attend
           that
           Antichristian
           Prelacie
           ,
           as
           the
           tail
           of
           the
           Comet
           doth
           follow
           the
           imperfect
           mistion
           of
           the
           evanishing
           body
           ,
           which
           must
           all
           be
           drowned
           in
           the
           clouds
           of
           shame
           ,
           when
           the
           Sun
           comes
           forth
           in
           Majesty
           like
           a
           valiant
           Champion
           ,
           to
           chase
           ungracious
           darknesse
           from
           the
           face
           of
           heaven
           and
           earth
           ?
           O
           be
           ashamed
           ,
           for
           all
           that
           is
           deare
           to
           you
           in
           heaven
           or
           in
           earth
           be
           ashamed
           ,
           for
           the
           peace
           of
           your
           minde
           ,
           for
           the
           worlds
           reputation
           ,
           and
           the
           welfare
           of
           your
           deare
           Primitive
           Mother
           the
           Church
           ,
           be
           ashamed
           of
           these
           Lordly
           dignities
           ,
           that
           abhorred
           preheminence
           .
           No
           wonder
           wee
           have
           so
           long
           troubled
           the
           calme
           of
           Church
           and
           Common-wealth
           ,
           because
           being
           lift
           up
           to
           the
           unnaturall
           places
           of
           preferment
           ,
           we
           are
           out
           of
           our
           Element
           ,
           and
           so
           cannot
           give
           rest
           to
           our selves
           ,
           nor
           the
           world
           .
           'T
           is
           no
           time
           to
           stand
           out
           any
           more
           ,
           multitude
           of
           days
           may
           teach
           you
           wisdome
           ;
           God
           is
           thundring
           from
           above
           ,
           and
           in
           a
           veine
           of
           working
           miracles
           .
           The
           mystery
           of
           inquity
           is
           now
           perfectly
           revealed
           ,
           and
           the
           world
           begins
           to
           be
           
           weary
           of
           that
           tyranny
           and
           Iron
           rod
           ,
           which
           so
           cruelly
           has
           bruised
           the
           powers
           of
           the
           earth
           ,
           and
           twiched
           with
           repentance
           ,
           shall
           shortly
           swell
           with
           the
           spirit
           of
           revenge
           ;
           Joyne
           therefore
           cheerfully
           hand
           in
           hand
           to
           this
           Reformation
           :
           Behold
           ,
           the
           voice
           of
           the
           Turtle
           is
           heard
           in
           the
           Land
           .
           Night
           is
           gone
           ,
           the
           day
           is
           come
           ,
           even
           the
           day
           of
           his
           power
           ,
           the
           beauty
           of
           his
           holinesse
           ;
           for
           now
           hee
           will
           make
           knowne
           the
           strength
           of
           his
           Kingdome
           ,
           and
           his
           Subjects
           shall
           bee
           multiplied
           as
           the
           dew
           from
           the
           wombe
           of
           the
           morning
           .
           Can
           yee
           restraine
           the
           influence
           of
           his
           will
           ?
           Or
           make
           his
           eternall
           purpose
           of
           no
           effect
           ?
           O
           remember
           that
           yee
           magnifie
           this
           great
           worke
           which
           men
           behold
           ,
           The
           Nations
           that
           knew
           no
           God
           shall
           rejoyce
           at
           it
           ,
           The
           noyse
           thereof
           shall
           goe
           to
           the
           ends
           of
           the
           World
           .
           Enquire
           of
           the
           dayes
           of
           old
           ,
           and
           aske
           the
           Generations
           past
           ,
           since
           this
           Island
           was
           blessed
           with
           the
           prerogative
           of
           the
           Gospell
           (
           whereat
           the
           rest
           of
           the
           World
           may
           stand
           jealous
           ,
           and
           amazed
           )
           if
           ever
           the
           Revelation
           of
           the
           Glory
           of
           God
           ,
           was
           working
           more
           powerfully
           .
           Nay
           ,
           certainly
           ,
           it
           must
           be
           confessed
           ,
           if
           wee
           believe
           the
           Scriptures
           ,
           that
           as
           the
           great
           Bishop
           of
           Bishops
           ,
           That
           Man
           of
           Sin
           ,
           that
           has
           so
           long
           deluded
           the
           Kings
           of
           the
           Earth
           ,
           making
           them
           worship
           vain
           imaginations
           ,
           must
           be
           swept
           out
           of
           the
           Church
           ,
           and
           be
           destroyed
           ,
           So
           now
           ,
           even
           now
           the
           disenchanted
           World
           thrusts
           at
           
           his
           very
           soule
           through
           our
           sides
           .
           And
           those
           who
           are
           more
           inward
           with
           the
           Spirit
           of
           discerning
           ,
           and
           observe
           the
           advancing
           of
           the
           Prophesies
           ,
           and
           long
           after
           the
           riches
           of
           the
           Gospell
           to
           be
           powred
           forth
           upon
           the
           fulnesse
           of
           Nations
           ,
           have
           joyfully
           found
           ;
           in
           these
           times
           a
           very
           strange
           revolution
           ,
           and
           that
           the
           powers
           of
           heaven
           are
           shaken
           ,
           as
           if
           it
           had
           been
           mystically
           foretold
           in
           the
           111
           
             Psalme
             ,
             Verse
          
           3.
           
           
             
               
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               400
               4
               40
               70
            
             
               
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               400
               100
               4
               90
               6
            
             
               
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               6
               30
               70
               80
            
             
               
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               200
               4
               5
               6
            
             
               
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               46.
               5
            
             
               
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               70
               30
            
          
           whose
           numerall
           Letters
           produce
           directly
           the
           strange
           yeere
           ,
           even
           the
           yeere
           1640
           ,
           wherein
           by
           the
           dread
           Covenant
           of
           
             Scotland
          
           most
           especially
           ,
           and
           ever
           since
           by
           the
           deportments
           of
           the
           children
           of
           peace
           and
           terrour
           ,
           the
           God
           of
           Truth
           seemed
           to
           make
           a
           vow
           against
           us
           .
           This
           computation
           doth
           hold
           in
           English
           ,
           As
           in
           the
           
             Hebrew
             ,
          
           HIs
           
             Worke
             Is
             honoVrabLe
             ,
             anD
             gLorIoVs
             ,
             anD
             hIs
             rIghteoVsnesse
             enDVrech
             for
             eVer
             ,
          
           Which
           cannot
           be
           but
           strange
           ,
           and
           joyned
           with
           the
           consonancy
           of
           times
           abroad
           and
           at
           home
           ,
           and
           the
           congruity
           of
           spirits
           and
           humours
           of
           men
           ,
           might
           charge
           you
           with
           this
           sad
           acknowledgment
           ,
           and
           beget
           in
           you
           a
           curiosity
           to
           observe
           what
           God
           is
           doing
           .
        
         
           We
           must
           indeed
           be
           forced
           to
           acknowledge
           from
           the
           sense
           of
           our
           losses
           ,
           from
           the
           daily
           
           decreasing
           of
           our
           glory
           ,
           and
           the
           advancements
           of
           our
           enemies
           ,
           since
           that
           great
           yeere
           1640
           (
           which
           by
           after
           ages
           shall
           be
           observed
           as
           the
           times
           of
           
             Babylonish
          
           confusion
           )
           That
           the
           Lord
           has
           beene
           with
           them
           wonderfully
           ,
           that
           wee
           have
           beene
           deserted
           in
           every
           particular
           ,
           and
           tumbling
           from
           a
           precipice
           day
           by
           day
           ,
           so
           that
           it
           were
           madnesse
           to
           thinke
           wee
           shall
           recover
           our
           game
           ,
           or
           attain
           to
           the
           tops
           of
           the
           Mountains
           from
           whence
           wee
           are
           falne
           :
           This
           assistance
           ,
           and
           the
           very
           time
           of
           the
           beginning
           of
           this
           reformation
           is
           observed
           by
           the
           more
           curious
           to
           have
           been
           promised
           ,
           as
           it
           were
           ,
           and
           intimated
           in
           the
           2
           
             Chron.
          
           15.
           2.
           in
           these
           .
           The
           LorD
           Is
           with
           yoV
           WhILe
           yee
           bee
           WIth
           hIM
           ,
           whose
           numerall
           letters
           ,
           fulfill
           the
           same
           yeer
           .
           But
           howsoever
           those
           curiosities
           hold
           ,
           prophesies
           are
           no
           more
           mysteries
           ,
           when
           mysteries
           are
           unvailed
           ,
           and
           become
           Histories
           ,
           for
           we
           have
           found
           those
           times
           ,
           the
           beginnings
           of
           a
           revolution
           ,
           which
           tend
           to
           great
           and
           effectuall
           alterations
           ,
           which
           have
           given
           such
           a
           swing
           to
           the
           whole
           fabrick
           of
           our
           Kingdome
           ,
           that
           the
           ligatures
           thereof
           are
           shaken
           .
           Nay
           ,
           though
           we
           should
           use
           all
           nature
           and
           art
           to
           cement
           the
           same
           ,
           it
           shall
           not
           avail
           ,
           it
           shall
           not
           prosper
           ,
           because
           the
           finger
           of
           God
           is
           against
           us
           .
        
         
           Wee
           need
           not
           straine
           arguments
           afarre
           ,
           to
           bring
           this
           home
           to
           your
           indocile
           soules
           ,
           and
           possesse
           you
           with
           this
           assurance
           ,
           that
           there
           is
           a
           great
           work
           begun
           which
           shall
           be
           consummate
           
           with
           glory
           ,
           to
           the
           joy
           of
           the
           friends
           of
           the
           Gospell
           ,
           and
           utter
           confusion
           of
           the
           enemies
           of
           Peace
           and
           Truth
           ;
           and
           that
           in
           the
           Church
           of
           
             England
          
           likewayes
           ,
           there
           is
           certainly
           a
           Reformation
           to
           be
           looked
           for
           ,
           as
           in
           the
           Church
           of
           
             Scotland
             ,
          
           which
           has
           (
           to
           the
           great
           emulation
           of
           the
           dis-heartned
           people
           here
           ,
           in
           this
           houre
           of
           hope
           ,
           promising
           to
           themselves
           a
           certain
           relief
           )
           so
           restored
           Religion
           and
           Truth
           to
           their
           splendour
           and
           purity
           (
           through
           the
           particular
           finger
           of
           God
           )
           that
           this
           day
           it
           is
           the
           measure
           of
           the
           desires
           ,
           and
           the
           height
           of
           the
           wishes
           ,
           of
           all
           distressed
           Churches
           to
           be
           established
           in
           the
           comforts
           of
           such
           a
           Reformation
           as
           they
           now
           enjoy
           .
        
         
           If
           the
           purpose
           of
           God
           by
           the
           condition
           of
           these
           times
           ,
           and
           this
           strange
           working
           ,
           be
           not
           manifested
           to
           you
           ,
           advise
           with
           Politike
           probability
           (
           yee
           that
           are
           Jesuited
           Statists
           )
           and
           behold
           how
           every
           thing
           strugles
           for
           our
           confusion
           .
           The
           winds
           are
           let
           loose
           from
           all
           the
           corners
           of
           the
           earth
           ,
           and
           spread
           themselves
           furiously
           :
           All
           mens
           affections
           decay
           almost
           ,
           and
           are
           loosed
           to
           the
           Leaders
           of
           that
           great
           cause
           ,
           for
           which
           we
           have
           poured
           out
           our
           souls
           (
           but
           unprofitably
           as
           waters
           spilt
           on
           the
           ground
           )
           .
           For
           though
           to
           the
           gloriation
           of
           Papists
           (
           which
           they
           have
           openly
           ,
           and
           insolently
           declared
           in
           print
           )
           the
           face
           of
           our
           Church
           was
           changed
           ,
           and
           the
           language
           thereof
           altered
           ,
           yet
           now
           consider
           the
           temper
           of
           mens
           minds
           ,
           
           the
           strength
           of
           their
           wishes
           ,
           and
           power
           of
           their
           affection
           .
           Nothing
           but
           universall
           detestation
           ,
           and
           aversenesse
           from
           us
           ,
           and
           our
           wayes
           ,
           nothing
           but
           an
           inclination
           well
           followed
           ,
           with
           the
           maturity
           of
           times
           ,
           to
           the
           contrary
           in
           all
           points
           .
           For
           the
           people
           ,
           like
           a
           field
           of
           standing
           corne
           moved
           by
           a
           stiffe
           gale
           ,
           do
           all
           bow
           their
           heads
           one
           way
           ,
           or
           like
           a
           strong
           tyde
           chased
           by
           the
           winde
           do
           all
           make
           but
           one
           current
           .
        
         
           There
           is
           likeways
           a
           certain
           quickning
           ,
           and
           agitation
           ,
           and
           expectation
           in
           the
           spirits
           of
           men
           ,
           to
           believe
           ,
           and
           hope
           for
           the
           beauty
           of
           Reformation
           ,
           and
           our
           utter
           removall
           ,
           according
           as
           they
           have
           been
           (
           no
           question
           )
           effectually
           praying
           ,
           and
           of
           late
           in
           an
           extraordinary
           manner
           ,
           reporting
           the
           comfort
           of
           a
           sure
           confidence
           .
           Now
           tell
           me
           if
           yee
           conceive
           it
           possible
           ,
           that
           so
           great
           a
           work
           ,
           so
           eminently
           assisted
           by
           him
           who
           holds
           the
           ends
           of
           the
           world
           in
           his
           hands
           ,
           can
           be
           deserted
           ,
           but
           that
           it
           shall
           be
           crowned
           with
           the
           Copestone
           ,
           else
           they
           had
           losed
           their
           prayers
           ,
           and
           the
           strength
           of
           their
           wit
           ,
           by
           which
           wee
           confesse
           they
           prevaile
           ,
           for
           Hee
           that
           is
           the
           God
           of
           their
           Covenant
           marches
           on
           like
           a
           man
           of
           war
           ,
           and
           wil
           notstay
           ,
           till
           the
           Antichrist
           be
           puld
           down
           ,
           and
           his
           Enemies
           be
           made
           his
           footstool
           ,
           and
           the
           
             Jews
          
           and
           
             Gentiles
          
           call'd
           in
           .
           Wee
           have
           seene
           the
           goings
           of
           God
           the
           King
           in
           the
           Sanctuary
           .
           This
           is
           the
           day
           ,
           and
           the
           worke
           of
           the
           Lord
           terrible
           in
           our
           eyes
           ,
           wherein
           the
           Judgement
           of
           the
           great
           
           Whore
           that
           sits
           over
           many
           waters
           shall
           be
           shown
           .
        
         
           Moreover
           ,
           the
           fautors
           and
           instruments
           of
           this
           great
           work
           ,
           have
           p●inted
           their
           truth
           ,
           and
           their
           actions
           with
           a
           Sun-beam
           ,
           and
           so
           strongly
           seized
           the
           judgements
           of
           the
           World
           ,
           that
           now
           every
           soule
           is
           warmed
           ,
           fill'd
           with
           wonder
           ,
           and
           rests
           sweetly
           convinced
           .
           With
           us
           and
           our
           faction
           ,
           nothing
           but
           a
           benummed
           sullennesse
           ,
           and
           a
           profound
           silence
           ;
           We
           are
           all
           given
           over
           to
           the
           spirit
           of
           slumber
           ;
           Our
           pens
           are
           plagued
           with
           a
           lethargie
           ,
           Though
           your
           Prelacie
           be
           now
           lying
           gasping
           ,
           yet
           there
           is
           none
           almost
           that
           dare
           owne
           it
           ,
           not
           any
           to
           encounter
           those
           papers
           which
           come
           forth
           in
           Squadrons
           ,
           displaying
           the
           Banner
           of
           Truth
           ,
           to
           captivate
           every
           understanding
           ,
           and
           will
           ,
           to
           the
           obedience
           thereof
           .
           Lay
           your
           hands
           on
           your
           mouth
           :
           for
           we
           are
           not
           all
           able
           to
           restore
           that
           Monster
           to
           its
           wonted
           dignity
           ,
           and
           height
           of
           power
           ,
           nor
           fetch
           its
           pedigree
           from
           Heaven
           ,
           or
           shew
           how
           the
           same
           ought
           to
           bee
           welcommed
           in
           the
           World
           ,
           or
           can
           be
           usefull
           ,
           and
           expedient
           in
           a
           
             Christian
          
           Republike
           :
           no
           we
           should
           fail
           ,
           though
           wee
           concentrat
           our
           wits
           ,
           and
           alambique
           our
           spirits
           .
           There
           is
           one
           ,
           indeed
           ,
           who
           hath
           afflicted
           his
           understanding
           ,
           and
           wearied
           his
           pen
           in
           the
           defence
           thereof
           ,
           and
           now
           of
           late
           ,
           with
           a
           new
           assault
           ,
           tendred
           his
           Remonstrance
           to
           the
           Parliament
           ,
           humbly
           entreating
           the
           Honorable
           Court
           ,
           to
           let
           the
           poor
           ,
           miserable
           ,
           torn
           thing
           ,
           
           breath
           a
           while
           ,
           but
           alas
           ,
           thinke
           not
           that
           noble
           Senate
           (
           to
           whose
           wisdome
           all
           
             Europe
          
           doe
           pay
           their
           tributary
           gazes
           )
           will
           any
           longer
           nourish
           such
           Snakes
           ,
           &
           keep
           Serpents
           in
           their
           bosome
           ,
           for
           it
           cannot
           be
           but
           they
           must
           resent
           their
           smarts
           ,
           and
           think
           wee
           have
           sting'd
           them
           with
           a
           dangerous
           poyson
           ,
           which
           has
           mortally
           defiled
           all
           the
           veines
           of
           the
           Politicke
           and
           Ecclesiasticke
           body
           .
           How
           ready
           mans
           corruption
           is
           to
           any
           thing
           ,
           which
           can
           give
           warrant
           ,
           or
           coloured
           pretence
           to
           his
           ambition
           ,
           may
           well
           appeare
           by
           his
           livelesse
           Apologie
           ,
           wherein
           his
           Arguments
           are
           not
           so
           much
           Christian
           ,
           as
           wrested
           from
           Antiquity
           .
           Yet
           yee
           that
           are
           the
           Fathers
           of
           the
           Church
           might
           well
           know
           ,
           it
           was
           not
           so
           from
           the
           beginning
           ,
           Truth
           did
           precede
           erroar
           ,
           and
           drive
           the
           point
           home
           to
           the
           Source
           ,
           it
           shall
           be
           cleere
           .
           Antiquity
           is
           no
           patrociny
           for
           errour
           ,
           and
           prescription
           no
           prejudice
           to
           Truth
           ,
           his
           reasons
           doe
           as
           much
           befriend
           the
           Romish
           Hierarchy
           as
           militate
           for
           the
           
             English
          
           Episcopacie
           ,
           and
           much
           more
           easie
           it
           is
           to
           answer
           them
           ,
           then
           to
           find
           them
           out
           .
        
         
           But
           I
           pray
           you
           why
           doe
           not
           we
           follow
           the
           safest
           way
           ,
           most
           free
           of
           Ceremonies
           and
           offences
           ?
           Which
           among
           us
           can
           reproach
           all
           this
           while
           the
           Government
           of
           the
           
             Scottish
          
           Church
           ?
           And
           dare
           wee
           deny
           but
           it
           is
           most
           agreeable
           to
           the
           simplicity
           of
           the
           Gospell
           ?
           And
           a
           surer
           Rampard
           against
           the
           prevalencie
           of
           Herefies
           ?
           
           whether
           of
           the
           governments
           ,
           their
           Presbyteriall
           ,
           or
           our
           splendide
           ,
           and
           magnifick
           Orders
           are
           more
           cōsonant
           to
           the
           Apostolike
           &
           Primitive
           ,
           and
           least
           approaching
           to
           the
           Romish
           ?
           What
           Office-bearers
           among
           them
           ,
           which
           ye
           find
           not
           in
           the
           Scriptures
           ?
           Or
           any
           preheminence
           ,
           and
           relation
           ,
           of
           a
           Minister
           to
           a
           Minister
           ,
           being
           both
           of
           one
           degree
           ?
           Nay
           ,
           give
           over
           the
           game
           which
           must
           be
           lost
           ,
           yee
           know
           if
           the
           Antichrist
           must
           fall
           that
           we
           can
           hardly
           stand
           ;
           If
           the
           Ocean
           be
           dryed
           up
           ,
           whence
           shall
           the
           Rivers
           come
           ?
        
         
           It
           cannot
           be
           denied
           ,
           but'wee
           have
           moved
           swiftly
           and
           boldly
           .
           And
           to
           say
           wee
           have
           nothing
           advanced
           to
           
             Rome
             ,
          
           &
           forsaken
           the
           cleer
           waters
           of
           the
           Gospell
           ,
           evaporated
           ,
           and
           dispirited
           the
           powers
           of
           Religion
           ,
           it
           were
           an
           impudence
           beyond
           wonder
           ,
           which
           all
           the
           Reformed
           Churches
           would
           cast
           back
           on
           our
           faces
           with
           shame
           .
           Nay
           ,
           wee
           have
           dethroned
           Truth
           ,
           and
           builded
           Altars
           to
           Errour
           and
           Superstition
           ,
           chasing
           Christ
           out
           of
           the
           Church
           ,
           and
           making
           an
           holy
           place
           for
           Antichrist
           ;
           from
           Kings
           likewayes
           have
           we
           wrested
           Authority
           ,
           torn
           the
           Crowne
           ,
           and
           adorned
           the
           Mitre
           ,
           in
           such
           sort
           that
           the
           God
           of
           all
           the
           World
           may
           well
           say
           ,
           We
           have
           reigned
           ,
           but
           not
           by
           him
           ,
           Wee
           have
           made
           our selves
           Princes
           ,
           but
           hee
           knew
           it
           not
           .
           If
           it
           be
           not
           so
           ,
           what
           then
           means
           the
           lowing
           of
           the
           Oxen
           ,
           and
           the
           bleating
           of
           the
           Sheep
           ?
           Whence
           the
           huge
           number
           of
           Ceremonies
           ?
           The
           continuall
           encrease
           of
           Novations
           ?
           
           The
           authorizing
           of
           Id●l●●●●
           by
           Church
           Canons
           ?
           Whence
           the
           communion
           of
           words
           ,
           and
           practices
           ,
           with
           Romanists
           ?
           For
           it
           is
           very
           unbeseeming
           the
           people
           of
           God
           to
           symbolize
           with
           Idolaters
           ,
           and
           the
           Enemies
           of
           God
           ,
           (
           whether
           in
           their
           manner
           of
           worship
           or
           government
           )
           where
           there
           is
           no
           necessity
           .
           The
           
             Jews
          
           would
           not
           speak
           though
           it
           were
           but
           half
           the
           speech
           of
           
             Ashod
             .
          
           And
           when
           the
           world
           crys
           out
           against
           us
           ,
           charging
           our
           profession
           with
           these
           great
           dishonours
           done
           to
           the
           Name
           of
           God
           ,
           wee
           have
           no
           other
           hole
           to
           creep
           in
           ,
           nor
           any
           better
           answer
           to
           return
           ,
           then
           the
           Papists
           have
           for
           avoiding
           the
           stain
           of
           that
           abomination
           ,
           which
           this
           day
           cuts
           the
           hearts
           of
           the
           
             Jews
             ,
          
           and
           Reformed
           Churches
           .
           Now
           ,
           to
           think
           that
           the
           Truth
           shall
           ever
           be
           born
           downe
           ,
           and
           not
           once
           set
           up
           his
           victorious
           head
           ,
           Nay
           ,
           in
           this
           same
           Article
           of
           Time
           ,
           wherein
           it
           has
           received
           such
           strength
           ,
           and
           power
           ,
           and
           Majesty
           ,
           and
           hath
           dispersed
           the
           clouds
           ,
           which
           wee
           of
           a
           long
           while
           have
           been
           diligently
           assembling
           ,
           were
           egregiously
           to
           be
           infatuate
           ,
           and
           if
           yee
           continue
           to
           let
           these
           hopes
           smile
           upon
           you
           ye
           are
           certainly
           finally
           demented
           ,
           and
           fitted
           to
           perdition
           ,
           examples
           and
           fore-runners
           of
           that
           great
           wrath
           ,
           appointed
           for
           those
           who
           had
           their
           eyes
           upon
           our
           returns
           ,
           and
           expected
           the
           propagation
           of
           their
           Kingdome
           from
           us
           .
        
         
           But
           if
           all
           other
           things
           should
           hold
           their
           
           peace
           (
           ye
           that
           are
           witnesses
           to
           this
           great
           reformation
           ,
           and
           upon
           whom
           these
           happy
           dayes
           have
           falne
           )
           hear
           how
           this
           late
           Covenant
           doth
           cry
           aloud
           ;
           even
           this
           great
           Covenant
           ,
           sworne
           ,
           and
           sealed
           so
           solemnly
           .
           Do
           not
           yee
           see
           how
           they
           hold
           out
           their
           arms
           to
           embrace
           it
           ,
           and
           think
           they
           have
           found
           a
           Sovereigne
           balme
           for
           all
           the
           wounds
           in
           Church
           &
           State
           ,
           if
           happily
           applyed
           ?
           Have
           they
           not
           hereby
           as
           it
           were
           taken
           the
           Sacrament
           for
           our
           destruction
           ?
           What
           lesse
           things
           can
           bee
           expected
           then
           from
           the
           Covenant
           of
           
             Scotland
             ,
          
           which
           as
           it
           hath
           filled
           the
           earth
           with
           the
           noise
           thereof
           ,
           and
           made
           the
           Altars
           of
           
             Rome
          
           to
           tremble
           for
           fear
           ,
           so
           now
           likewayes
           has
           proved
           a
           dangerous
           precedent
           ,
           and
           a
           strange
           leading
           case
           for
           our
           compleat
           raine
           ?
           Of
           what
           strange
           productions
           can
           this
           be
           the
           fore-runner
           ?
           Are
           all
           these
           motions
           ,
           these
           solemnities
           of
           new
           resolutions
           ,
           to
           which
           the
           people
           have
           so
           willingly
           espoused
           themselves
           ,
           to
           no
           purpose
           ?
           Can
           all
           this
           be
           for
           the
           upholding
           of
           our
           Kingdome
           ?
           Or
           do
           not
           yee
           rather
           perceive
           a
           streaming
           Banner
           displayed
           against
           you
           ?
           Have
           not
           they
           combined
           themselves
           with
           immovable
           thoughts
           ,
           to
           extirpate
           all
           unnecessary
           follies
           ,
           and
           novations
           which
           are
           the
           very
           soul
           of
           our
           glory
           ,
           and
           the
           beams
           of
           our
           splendour
           ?
           Have
           they
           not
           cut
           our
           haires
           wherein
           our
           strength
           does
           lie
           ,
           made
           us
           bald
           ,
           and
           discovered
           our
           shame
           ,
           and
           who
           may
           
           not
           invade
           us
           securely
           ?
           No
           ,
           no
           ,
           do
           not
           disdain
           these
           great
           appearances
           ;
           from
           the
           root
           of
           this
           Covenant
           shall
           spring
           a
           Tree
           whose
           top
           shall
           reach
           the
           Heaven
           ,
           and
           under
           the
           branches
           thereof
           shall
           the
           Nations
           of
           the
           earth
           hide
           themselves
           ;
           it
           shal
           increase
           and
           flourish
           as
           the
           goodly
           Cedars
           of
           
             Lebanon
             ,
          
           but
           our
           contemptible
           plant
           ,
           which
           the
           heavenly
           Father
           hath
           not
           planted
           ,
           shall
           be
           pulled
           up
           ,
           and
           die
           .
           Tell
           me
           ,
           yee
           that
           can
           discern
           the
           face
           of
           the
           weather
           ,
           and
           pretend
           to
           know
           the
           times
           and
           seasons
           ,
           doth
           not
           every
           day
           looke
           more
           blacke
           and
           ugly
           ?
           What
           kindnesse
           have
           wee
           found
           of
           God
           ,
           or
           what
           conquest
           of
           friends
           have
           wee
           made
           amongst
           men
           ,
           since
           the
           times
           began
           to
           be
           shaken
           ?
           Doth
           not
           every
           day
           pull
           a
           feather
           from
           our
           wings
           ,
           by
           which
           wee
           used
           to
           worke
           so
           high
           ,
           till
           the
           vapours
           of
           the
           earth
           could
           not
           reach
           us
           ?
           
             Quae
             nos
             dementia
             coepit
          
           to
           think
           we
           shall
           ever
           recover
           of
           these
           wounds
           already
           inflicted
           ,
           since
           the
           arrows
           are
           daily
           multiplyed
           ,
           and
           fall
           on
           us
           in
           showres
           from
           all
           hands
           ;
           Wee
           have
           strained
           our
           moyen
           at
           the
           Courts
           of
           Princes
           ,
           but
           they
           be
           now
           justly
           wearied
           of
           us
           :
           And
           hee
           is
           reputed
           neither
           good
           Christian
           ,
           nor
           understanding
           Countrey-man
           ,
           neither
           pious
           ,
           nor
           politike
           ,
           that
           dare
           open
           his
           mouth
           for
           us
           .
           And
           if
           wee
           shall
           lift
           up
           our
           eyes
           to
           Heaven
           ,
           behold
           ,
           Wee
           cannot
           say
           there
           be
           more
           for
           us
           ,
           then
           against
           us
           ,
           Wee
           can
           
           meet
           with
           no
           consolation
           ,
           but
           a
           devouring
           sword
           drawne
           against
           the
           children
           of
           Pride
           .
           What
           Giant
           plots
           we
           have
           set
           afoot
           ,
           and
           how
           inseasonably
           they
           are
           discovered
           ,
           to
           our
           eternall
           shame
           ,
           it
           is
           now
           spred
           like
           the
           Suns
           light
           .
           And
           though
           hitherto
           there
           were
           some
           hopes
           left
           ,
           yet
           now
           they
           are
           all
           blasted
           ,
           and
           wee
           begin
           to
           stink
           in
           the
           eyes
           of
           our
           bosome
           friends
           .
           Our
           purposes
           are
           unvailed
           ,
           our
           intentions
           ,
           blacke
           as
           darknesse
           ,
           are
           now
           made
           known
           ,
           and
           howbeit
           wee
           could
           have
           joyed
           before
           in
           some
           of
           the
           peoples
           good
           graces
           ,
           yet
           these
           horrible
           designes
           ,
           of
           advocating
           strange
           assistance
           ,
           of
           soliciting
           and
           covenanting
           with
           Papists
           ,
           of
           forcing
           and
           besieging
           the
           very
           Houses
           of
           Parliament
           ,
           and
           doing
           violence
           to
           the
           whole
           Kingdome
           ,
           for
           upholding
           our
           Grandours
           ,
           for
           keeping
           our
           venerable
           Garlands
           upon
           our
           heads
           ,
           are
           indeed
           Acts
           able
           to
           draw
           the
           insupportable
           weight
           of
           publike
           hate
           upon
           us
           ,
           and
           which
           might
           as
           deservedly
           procure
           us
           to
           be
           cast
           out
           of
           the
           Church
           and
           State
           ,
           as
           ever
           the
           Jesuits
           were
           turned
           out
           of
           
             France
             ,
          
           and
           are
           to
           this
           day
           banished
           from
           the
           
             Venetian
          
           Republike
           .
        
         
           Nor
           let
           us
           any
           more
           evanish
           in
           this
           deceit
           ,
           to
           think
           wee
           can
           move
           Authority
           to
           lend
           us
           a
           gracious
           hand
           ,
           and
           keep
           us
           from
           sinking
           :
           for
           though
           the
           favours
           wee
           have
           found
           be
           great
           ,
           and
           a
           mercifull
           Majesty
           hath
           done
           much
           ,
           yet
           now
           (
           it
           is
           to
           be
           feared
           )
           hee
           will
           relinquish
           us
           ,
           
           and
           not
           undoe
           his
           State
           Civill
           ,
           for
           upholding
           the
           Ecclesiastick
           in
           Accidentals
           .
           And
           when
           Heaven
           and
           Earth
           combine
           against
           us
           ,
           and
           the
           present
           estate
           of
           affairs
           deny
           help
           ,
           and
           refuse
           hope
           ,
           Whether
           shall
           wee
           flie
           ?
           There
           is
           no
           balme
           in
           
             Gilead
          
           now
           ;
           Take
           heed
           ,
           The
           windes
           are
           blowing
           ,
           the
           flouds
           are
           comming
           ,
           and
           our
           thunder-stricken
           building
           must
           down
           ,
           because
           not
           of
           God
           .
        
         
           Wee
           have
           already
           received
           sentence
           from
           the
           Honourable
           House
           of
           Commons
           ;
           their
           wisdome
           and
           justice
           have
           pronounced
           the
           peoples
           minde
           ,
           and
           denounced
           the
           Kingdoms
           pleasure
           ;
           And
           though
           the
           influence
           of
           some
           frolick
           faction
           (
           now
           fugitive
           as
           our
           hopes
           are
           )
           should
           yet
           a
           little
           prolong
           the
           life
           of
           our
           expectation
           ,
           and
           entertain
           us
           with
           a
           possibility
           of
           wrestling
           thorow
           ,
           Tell
           me
           if
           ever
           any
           person
           did
           thrive
           being
           once
           cōdemned
           by
           them
           ?
           It
           is
           certainly
           a
           great
           losse
           ,
           not
           to
           have
           the
           Parliaments
           affection
           ,
           and
           very
           hard
           (
           as
           they
           say
           )
           to
           fit
           in
           
             Rome
             ,
          
           and
           strive
           against
           the
           Pope
           .
           No
           ,
           no
           ,
           Nature
           and
           Grace
           ,
           Time
           and
           Fortune
           ,
           have
           taken
           such
           a
           good
           course
           to
           destroy
           us
           ,
           that
           it
           is
           impossible
           wee
           can
           be
           saved
           without
           a
           miracle
           .
        
         
           Far
           ,
           far
           be
           it
           from
           us
           to
           think
           our
           contracted
           ,
           and
           long
           accustomed
           boldnesse
           ,
           and
           impudencie
           ,
           can
           any
           more
           enveigle
           the
           eyes
           of
           the
           World
           ,
           with
           that
           Idoll
           of
           Jealousie
           ,
           which
           by
           the
           corruption
           of
           times
           ,
           through
           the
           ambition
           
           of
           mans
           unlimited
           heart
           ,
           is
           now
           exalted
           to
           such
           exorbitancie
           of
           height
           ,
           that
           become
           top-heavy
           ,
           it
           fals
           with
           its
           own
           weight
           .
           O
           then
           forsake
           ,
           In
           the
           bowels
           of
           mercy
           depart
           from
           that
           willingly
           ,
           which
           as
           you
           are
           now
           deserted
           of
           men
           ,
           will
           once
           make
           you
           rejected
           of
           God
           .
           What
           is
           it
           (
           alas
           )
           to
           be
           covered
           with
           a
           Princes
           wings
           ,
           to
           be
           warmed
           with
           the
           beams
           of
           his
           favour
           ,
           to
           be
           set
           up
           as
           it
           were
           on
           a
           Pyramide
           ,
           and
           made
           the
           object
           of
           wonder
           ,
           to
           have
           such
           sway
           ,
           that
           with
           the
           one
           foot
           ye
           may
           tread
           on
           the
           Church
           ,
           with
           the
           other
           crush
           the
           State
           ,
           and
           so
           to
           monopolize
           all
           power
           ,
           that
           without
           you
           there
           is
           nothing
           but
           
             simulachrum
             potestatis
             ?
          
           What
           is
           it
           I
           say
           ,
           all
           this
           ?
           Is
           God
           mocked
           ?
           Can
           yee
           elude
           the
           thunderbolts
           of
           his
           anger
           ?
           Can
           yee
           be
           lift
           up
           beyond
           the
           stroake
           of
           revenge
           ?
           Can
           yee
           give
           laws
           to
           the
           Spirit
           of
           the
           most
           high
           ,
           to
           mould
           the
           times
           in
           what
           fashion
           pleaseth
           you
           ?
           Be
           there
           not
           certain
           fatall
           periods
           ,
           as
           of
           Houses
           ,
           Families
           ,
           &
           Cōmon-weals
           ,
           so
           likeways
           a
           vicissitude
           of
           governments
           ?
           In
           many
           other
           places
           has
           Episcopacie
           been
           cast
           out
           ,
           neither
           ever
           could
           the
           face
           of
           Church
           or
           Common-wealth
           look
           calme
           ,
           till
           that
           
             Jonas
          
           was
           thrown
           in
           the
           Sea
           .
           And
           in
           this
           disposition
           of
           time
           ,
           when
           all
           things
           smile
           on
           them
           ,
           but
           frown
           upon
           us
           ,
           nothing
           more
           easie
           ,
           nothing
           more
           absurd
           ,
           than
           to
           flatter
           our selves
           with
           contrary
           expectations
           .
        
         
           O
           that
           I
           knew
           what
           way
           to
           induce
           you
           
           powerfully
           ,
           to
           contemne
           that
           ,
           which
           is
           unwarranted
           of
           God
           ,
           hatefull
           to
           men
           ,
           odious
           to
           the
           times
           ,
           hurtfull
           to
           the
           Church
           ,
           &
           in
           the
           end
           wil
           bring
           a
           dire
           destruction
           upon
           your selves
           .
           Would
           yee
           have
           signes
           from
           Heaven
           ?
           Remember
           how
           all
           the
           inventions
           of
           our
           sublimated
           policies
           ,
           assisted
           by
           the
           powers
           of
           the
           time
           ,
           have
           failed
           us
           very
           wonderfully
           ,
           in
           every
           particular
           ,
           and
           turned
           upon
           our
           own
           pates
           ;
           Looke
           to
           the
           continuall
           progresse
           of
           our
           affairs
           ,
           how
           all
           the
           machinations
           which
           wee
           conceived
           were
           sufficiently
           able
           ,
           to
           ripen
           and
           produce
           our
           designes
           ,
           have
           proved
           steps
           to
           advance
           our
           enemies
           (
           The
           great
           chastisers
           of
           the
           times
           )
           and
           that
           we
           have
           reaped
           nothing
           of
           all
           our
           pains
           and
           expenses
           ,
           but
           sad
           disappointments
           to
           our selves
           ,
           and
           confusion
           to
           our
           cause
           .
        
         
           Put
           off
           therefore
           these
           vain
           and
           unprofitable
           desires
           ,
           which
           are
           of
           the
           World
           ,
           and
           die
           with
           the
           world
           .
           The
           foolish
           Grandour
           of
           your
           Lordly
           dignities
           ,
           is
           but
           a
           dream
           and
           toy
           of
           some
           few
           decrepit
           yeeres
           ,
           which
           flowne
           over
           ,
           will
           make
           all
           the
           veins
           of
           your
           heart
           to
           shake
           ,
           'T
           is
           but
           a
           shadow
           ,
           in
           the
           morning
           with
           you
           ,
           at
           night
           behind
           you
           ,
           past
           and
           gone
           .
        
         
           But
           now
           the
           inexorable
           messenger
           of
           death
           approacheth
           furiously
           ,
           and
           charges
           mee
           to
           remove
           ,
           The
           impatient
           world
           chaseth
           me
           away
           ,
           and
           I
           must
           be
           gone
           :
           I
           take
           therefore
           Heaven
           and
           Earth
           to
           witnesse
           against
           you
           ,
           that
           I
           have
           
           not
           hid
           my
           offences
           from
           you
           ,
           but
           spred
           my selfe
           open
           ,
           and
           given
           your
           discerning
           eyes
           a
           liberall
           view
           of
           my
           errours
           ,
           which
           have
           so
           truly
           deserved
           the
           heaviest
           censure
           which
           can
           f●ll
           from
           the
           sword
           of
           Justice
           ,
           advising
           you
           as
           yee
           would
           eschew
           the
           wrath
           to
           come
           ,
           and
           be
           delivered
           from
           the
           worlds
           anger
           ,
           no
           longer
           to
           resist
           the
           Spirit
           ,
           which
           prompts
           the
           times
           so
           powerfully
           ,
           to
           solicit
           the
           embracements
           of
           the
           Whore
           ,
           and
           by
           the
           continuall
           encrease
           of
           miseries
           ,
           to
           expose
           the
           Church
           &
           Kingdom
           ,
           to
           be
           a
           spectacle
           of
           pitie
           &
           laughter
           to
           Neighbour
           Churches
           ,
           and
           Common-weals
           .
           And
           if
           yee
           will
           not
           forsake
           your
           wayes
           ,
           lay
           downe
           your
           Antichristian
           Offices
           at
           the
           foot
           of
           the
           Church
           ,
           which
           ye
           have
           so
           miserably
           torne
           ,
           If
           you
           will
           not
           divorce
           your selves
           ,
           from
           the
           lusts
           of
           that
           abominable
           preheminence
           ,
           and
           be
           strongly
           devoted
           to
           the
           advancements
           of
           this
           happy
           Reformation
           ,
           which
           moves
           so
           sweetly
           towards
           the
           end
           of
           Prophesies
           ,
           for
           the
           preservation
           of
           the
           glorious
           light
           of
           salvation
           ,
           and
           encouragement
           of
           Gods
           people
           ,
           I
           declare
           in
           audience
           of
           the
           World
           ,
           that
           wrath
           shall
           come
           and
           fall
           upon
           your
           necks
           as
           Thunder
           from
           the
           Clouds
           ,
           yee
           shall
           die
           and
           none
           lament
           it
           .
        
         
           Thus
           have
           I
           acquit
           my selfe
           :
           for
           the
           spirit
           within
           me
           constrained
           me
           .
           I
           must
           depart
           ,
           and
           resigne
           my
           chair
           ,
           never
           to
           be
           fill'd
           again
           .
           Have
           pity
           upon
           me
           my
           friends
           ,
           for
           the
           hand
           of
           the
           Lord
           is
           upon
           me
           .
        
         
           FINIS
           .