Englands murthering monsters set out in their colours. In a dialogue between Democritus and Heraclitus. G. P. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A90692 of text R211438 in the English Short Title Catalog (Thomason 669.f.22[54]). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 8 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2017 A90692 Wing P22 Thomason 669.f.22[54] ESTC R211438 99870165 99870165 163636 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A90692) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 163636) Images scanned from microfilm: (Thomason Tracts ; 247:669f22[54]) Englands murthering monsters set out in their colours. In a dialogue between Democritus and Heraclitus. G. P. 1 sheet ([1] p.) s.n., [London : 1660] Verse - "Weeping Heraclitus laments to see". Imprint from Wing. A satire. Annotation on Thomason copy: "Jan. 5. 1659". Reproduction of the originals in the British Library. eng Political satire, English -- Early works to 1800. Great Britain -- Politics and government -- 1649-1660 -- Humor -- Early works to 1800. A90692 R211438 (Thomason 669.f.22[54]). civilwar no Englands murthering monsters set out in their colours. In a dialogue between Democritus and Heracclitus. G. P. 1660 1124 1 0 0 0 0 0 9 B The rate of 9 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the B category of texts with fewer than 10 defects per 10,000 words. 2007-05 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2007-06 Apex CoVantage Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2007-08 Emma (Leeson) Huber Sampled and proofread 2007-08 Emma (Leeson) Huber Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-02 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion Englands Murthering Monsters Set out in their Colours . In a DIALOGUE between DEMOCRITVS and HERACCLITVS . Weeping Heracclitus laments to see Jack-Anabaptist in such state to be . Democritus hopes before the Month of June , That the Birds will sing another Tune . Heracclitus . O That mine Eyes were a continual River Of briny tears , that I might weep for ever , To see the Woes that Mortals do attend For Sin , yet men will not their Lives amend . Democritus . I laugh to see so many men grow mad , ( Like fools ) to loose what Liberty they had By seeking more ; and for believing lyes , Are come in Bondage to their Enemies . Herac . Alas ! I grieve to see that woes of Albion , ( Once happy Seat of Learning and Religion ) Now ( sad ) become the Stage of Villany , Of Vice , the Mother , under Tyranny . Dem. I nothing view upon the Stage of Albion , At present , but a Chaos of Confusion , Where Hell-spur'd Pluto in a godly guise , Doth play Guvanto 'gainst the Christmas-Pyes . Herac . I much lament to see his Oylie-Head ( Whose Hand th' Almighty treble Sceptered ) Upon a Block of Impudence most great , And wilful murther'd near his sacred Seat . Dem. It s not a sport to see the ignoble Groom Swording and swaggering in his Soveraign room , And when he please to speak but half a word , He must reply him with an , Yes my Lord . Herac . I melt in tears to see the Rebels reign In Court and City with their hungry train , That like Purse-Leeches in the Lawyers Inn , Sucks others Wealth , to enrich their begging Kin . Dem. Who can but laugh to see the Cobling Clown ( And dirty Dray-man ) in a Scarlet-Gown Lord it along ? Sure 't is a wondrous Fate To see such Monsters in a Robe of State . Herac . O 't is a grief to see that wicked weal'd The Sword and Scepter that so long upheld Justice and Truth ; but now profound , profane Hypocrisie , with Schism and Error reign . Dem. I burst almost with laughter when I view So many Polips in an humble hue , Yet under hand , with a stock of Impudence , Strive for the Title of , His Excellence . Herac . O , who can see the People by rebellion Destroy the Fountain of well-ordered Union , And their Allegeance basely basterdize To those that over them doth tyrannize . Dem. I laugh to see how Fortune ( wrong or right ) Doth ( blind-fold ) make of any Knave , a Knight ; Dis-thrones a Monarch by unheard of Fate , And lifts a Lobster to a Chair of State . Herac . O! canst thou laugh to see the Martial Sword ( At pleasure ) make of any Lout a Lord , And such as are willing to be their constant slaves , Are forc't to suffer for cowardly Knaves . Dem. Weep if you list , and I will laugh it out , To see blind Fortune throw the Ball about ; One while a Villain she doth inthronise , And with a worse doth him anon chastise . Herac . I can but weep to see the once famous City Slav'd to the will of an Unsafe Committy ; Threatned with throws of furious Fire-balls , And many murthered then within our Walls . Dem. I cannot well their woful case bemoan , That factious slaves do for their Rulers own , Who strongly strive for to destroy the State , And make all men believe that they do plunder hate . Her. Woe to the Land where that the Tyrants stores , That Parliaments and Peers they turn out of doors , And then restore , to gratifie ambition The Rumpe thereof , in spite of all the Nation . D●m . I laugh to see so many swaying swords Swear that for zeal they hate a House of Lords : When Quaking Coblers but with half their eies , They hope thereby to rule and revelize . Her. Pure zeal for peace , for freedom , and Religion , Is made a cloak to cover damn'd invention : And still the more I weep to see their folly , That hold such lewdness to be very holy . Dem. Lament no more , Heraclitus , to see The louzie Lobsters in such state to be , Murthering like monsters such as them oppose , For to maintain their Bastard Good Old Cause . Her. The Cause was good , had they their Oaths perform'd , But fickle faction hath it so deform'd , Now vice is crept into our once happy Land , But yet we hope it hath not long to stand . Dem. 'T is a sport to see the City be a Baud , To any Tyrant , and his train applaud : And some therein are so faint-heart and evil , To save estates they will adore the Devil . Her. Still more I grieve to see the Church despis'd By Sacrilegers , that new waies devised For their will-worship ; and far past all awe Profane , presume to jeer the sacred Law . Dem. And more I laugh to hear Mr. Mend-all Tinker and Tailot , Mr. Spare and Spend-all Think they can preach profound as any Doctor With their new Logick , and exceed the Proctor . Her. What Clime , what Time , what Age , what Nation , What grave Historian worthy reputation , Did ever note before these dayes of mine , So many wresters of the law Divine . Dem. I laugh to see such as with solemn Vows Pluralities of Churches disallows ; Be priests , be prophets , be both Judge and Jaylors , And for large stealing do exceed the Taylors . Her. I much bemoan to see the crimson hands That slew their neighbours , ther'by to gain their Lands , Be Knaves , be Keepers , be High Chancellors , Be Clerks , be Truck-men , and be Treasurers . Dem. 'T is better for thee to preserve thine eyes , And lament not our sad calamities : T is vain to weep for such as hast to hell , And so my friend Heraclitus farewel . G. P.