Englands vanity or The Voice of God against the monstrous sin of pride, in dress and apparel wherein naked breasts and shoulders, antick and fantastick garbs, patches, and painting, long perriwigs, towers, bulls, shades, curlings, and crispings, with an hundred more fooleries of both sexes, are condemned as notiriously unlawful. With pertinent addresses to the court, nobility, gentry, city and country, directed especially to the professors in London / by a compassionate conformist.
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             Englands
             Vanity
          
           :
           OR
           THE
           Voice
           of
           God
           Against
           the
           Monstrous
           
             Sin
             of
             Pride
          
           ,
           IN
           Dress
           and
           Apparel
           :
           Wherein
           Naked
           Breasts
           and
           Shoulders
           ,
           Antick
           and
           Fantastick
           Garbs
           ,
           Patches
           ,
           and
           Painting
           ,
           long
           Perriwigs
           ,
           Towers
           ,
           Bulls
           ,
           Shades
           ,
           Curlings
           ,
           and
           Crispings
           ,
           with
           an
           Hundred
           more
           Fooleries
           of
           both
           Sexes
           ,
           are
           condemned
           as
           Notoriously
           Unlawful
           .
        
         
           With
           pertinent
           Addresses
           to
           the
           Court
           ,
           Nobility
           ,
           Gentry
           ,
           City
           ,
           and
           Country
           .
        
         
           Directed
           especially
           to
           the
           Professors
           in
           London
           .
        
         
           By
           a
           Compassionate
           Conformist
           .
        
         
           Zeph.
           1.
           8.
           
        
         
           I
           will
           punish
           the
           Princes
           ,
           and
           the
           Kings
           Children
           ,
           and
           such
           as
           are
           Cloathed
           with
           strange
           Apparel
           .
        
         
           Entred
           according
           to
           Order
           .
        
         
           London
           ,
           Printed
           for
           
             John
             Dunton
          
           ,
           at
           the
           black
           Raven
           in
           the
           Poultry
           ,
           1683.
           
        
      
    
     
       
         
         
         
           God's
           Voice
           against
           Pride
           ;
           in
           Dress
           and
           Apparrel
           .
        
         
           
             To
             the
             Court.
             
          
           
             THE
             design
             of
             this
             Treatise
             is
             not
             against
             in
             the
             least
             to
             Affront
             the
             Court
             ;
             for
             it
             seemeth
             to
             me
             ,
             that
             our
             Saviour
             hath
             granted
             some
             kind
             of
             dispensation
             to
             Princes
             ,
             and
             their
             Retinue
             ,
             (
             for
             the
             Honour
             of
             Kingdoms
             ,
             and
             Governments
             )
             to
             appear
             as
             Gloriously
             as
             themselves
             please
             ,
             or
             can
             .
             And
             though
             St.
             Matthew
             Epithets
             their
             Garments
             [
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             ]
             soft
             ,
             tender
             ,
             and
             smooth
             ,
             yet
             St.
             Luke
             has
             lin'd
             them
             all
             with
             Tissue
             and
             Gold.
             They
             that
             are
             in
             Kings
             Courts
             [
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             &c.
             ]
             are
             Gloriously
             and
             Gorgeously
             Apparrelled
             ,
             
             as
             becometh
             their
             place
             .
             'T
             is
             not
             for
             a
             poor
             preacher
             in
             the
             Wilderness
             ,
             who
             himself
             must
             be
             an
             Example
             of
             the
             greatest
             Austerity
             and
             Temperance
             of
             Life
             ,
             (
             that
             so
             he
             may
             recommend
             it
             to
             others
             ,
             and
             wean
             them
             from
             the
             Pomps
             and
             Vanities
             of
             this
             Evil
             World
             ,
             't
             is
             not
             for
             such
             a
             one
             )
             to
             flant
             it
             out
             in
             Purple
             and
             Silkes
             (
             as
             Courteours
             use
             )
             ;
             No
             ,
             a
             piece
             of
             course
             Chamlet
             will
             serve
             his
             turn
             well
             enough
             ,
             to
             preach
             Repentance
             and
             Mortification
             in
             .
             He
             whose
             business
             it
             is
             to
             declaim
             against
             the
             dangers
             of
             Luxury
             ,
             and
             Pride
             ,
             must
             not
             hang
             out
             the
             flags
             of
             it
             upon
             his
             own
             Body
             ,
             let
             Courteours
             do
             what
             they
             please
             ,
             he
             must
             not
             ;
             thus
             our
             Saviour
             .
             And
             who
             is
             ignorant
             that
             the
             
               Royal
               Robe
            
             is
             buttoned
             on
             the
             shoulders
             of
             Kings
             ,
             by
             the
             Divine
             hand
             ,
             and
             the
             Richest
             Jewels
             hang
             by
             Authority
             ,
             in
             the
             Ears
             of
             his
             
               Royal
               Consort
            
             .
             And
             therefore
             I
             think
             the
             Emperiour
             Severus
             ,
             answered
             his
             Name
             too
             farr
             ,
             who
             when
             once
             two
             Vnions
             of
             exceeding
             Greatness
             and
             Value
             ,
             were
             presented
             to
             his
             Empress
             by
             an
             Embassador
             ,
             he
             would
             not
             suffer
             her
             to
             wear
             them
             ,
             but
             hung
             them
             up
             at
             the
             ears
             of
             the
             Image
             of
             Venus
             ,
             (
             as
             Lampridus
             tells
             us
             )
             least
             any
             ill
             Example
             should
             proceed
             from
             
             Her
             ,
             and
             have
             too
             great
             an
             influence
             on
             the
             Ladies
             of
             the
             Court
             ,
             and
             he
             thought
             them
             more
             proper
             for
             the
             Levity
             of
             so
             worthy
             a
             Goddess
             as
             Venus
             ,
             than
             the
             grave
             Majesty
             of
             the
             Wife
             of
             Severus
             .
             However
             ,
             our
             Queen
             Elizabeth
             ,
             would
             never
             have
             done
             as
             that
             Emperour
             ,
             Whose
             very
             Picture
             every
             where
             shews
             us
             ,
             how
             great
             an
             admirer
             She
             was
             of
             Jewels
             .
             'T
             is
             fit
             indeed
             the
             Representative
             of
             him
             ,
             who
             is
             
               Cloathed
               with
               Light
               ,
               as
               with
               a
               Garment
               ,
            
             and
             who
             are
             
             God's
             
               upon
               Earth
            
             ,
             should
             (
             at
             least
             in
             their
             solemn
             Appearances
             )
             dart
             out
             some
             Rays
             of
             Majesty
             ,
             and
             Lustre
             ;
             like
             him
             they
             personate
             .
             King
             Herod
             was
             not
             smitten
             from
             Heaven
             ,
             for
             having
             on
             his
             back
             that
             Glorious
             Robe
             ,
             against
             which
             the
             Sun-Beams
             striking
             ,
             caus'd
             it
             to
             reflect
             so
             Divine
             a
             Splendour
             ,
             (
             as
             Josephus
             tells
             us
             )
             which
             occasion'd
             that
             Blasphemous
             Acclamation
             ,
             from
             the
             Astonisht
             People
             ;
             but
             because
             He
             too
             greedily
             swallowed
             down
             those
             vain
             Adulations
             ,
             and
             was
             inebriated
             with
             the
             conceit
             of
             being
             voted
             a
             Deity
             .
             Princes
             have
             their
             Garments
             ,
             as
             well
             as
             their
             Ministers
             of
             State
             ,
             which
             are
             the
             appropriate
             and
             
               peculiar
               Treasure
               of
               Kings
            
             ;
             and
             may
             the
             eye
             of
             that
             Subject
             wax
             sore
             ,
             that
             looks
             a
             squint
             on
             them
             ,
             were
             they
             
             as
             gorgeous
             ,
             as
             ever
             were
             worne
             by
             the
             Lydian
             Cresus
             ,
             who
             once
             vainly
             demanded
             of
             the
             wise
             Solon
             ,
             (
             a
             grave
             Philosopher
             )
             Whether
             ever
             he
             had
             seen
             a
             more
             Glorious
             sight
             than
             himself
             ,
             (
             being
             wonderful
             richly
             set
             out
             ,
             and
             sitting
             in
             State
             on
             his
             Throne
             )
             ?
             yea
             Sir
             ,
             quoth
             Solon
             ,
             I
             have
             seen
             
               Woodcocks
               ,
               Phesants
            
             and
             Peacocks
             ,
             and
             these
             were
             graced
             with
             a
             natural
             beauty
             ,
             whereas
             yours
             is
             but
             a
             borrowed
             Glory
             ,
             which
             must
             vail
             to
             time
             ,
             and
             shake
             hands
             ere
             it
             be
             long
             with
             Mortality
             .
             )
             He
             that
             thinks
             the
             Wardrobe
             too
             fine
             ,
             must
             traiterously
             fear
             the
             Exchecquer
             too
             full
             .
             But
             never
             was
             discourse
             of
             this
             Nature
             ,
             more
             unseasonably
             applicable
             to
             our
             English-Court
             ,
             when
             God
             has
             blessed
             us
             with
             a
             Prince
             ,
             who
             has
             given
             the
             greatest
             Example
             of
             Moderation
             and
             Gravity
             in
             Attire
             ,
             of
             any
             that
             ever
             yet
             swayed
             our
             Brittish
             Scepter
             ,
             when
             the
             richest
             Pearls
             cannot
             make
             Him
             ,
             but
             themselves
             proud
             in
             being
             Honoured
             to
             be
             worn
             by
             the
             Soveraign
             of
             the
             Seas
             ;
             but
             who
             perhaps
             might
             necessarily
             enough
             be
             addressed
             ,
             in
             the
             words
             of
             Seneca
             ,
             to
             Neroes
             Lady
             ,
             
               Indue
               te
               delicate
               ,
               non
               propter
               te
               ,
               sed
               propter
               honorem
               Imperii
               .
            
             (
             And
             indeed
             the
             glory
             of
             Empyre
             needs
             the
             Emission
             of
             some
             Lusture
             to
             keep
             up
             its
             Majesty
             and
             
             Dread
             .
             )
             
               William
               Rufus
            
             was
             of
             another
             Temper
             ,
             who
             when
             his
             Chamberlain
             brought
             him
             a
             pair
             of
             Hose
             of
             
               three
               shilings
            
             ,
             (
             which
             then
             ,
             might
             be
             equal
             to
             ten
             now
             )
             very
             passionately
             threw
             them
             away
             ,
             and
             would
             have
             a
             pair
             of
             a
             Mark
             I
             marry
             ,
             those
             were
             Hose
             sit
             for
             a
             Prince
             .
             So
             also
             there
             are
             Robes
             of
             Distinction
             which
             are
             clasped
             on
             Subordinate
             Magistrates
             ,
             both
             innocent
             and
             Laudable
             in
             themselves
             ,
             and
             are
             expressive
             of
             the
             Dignity
             and
             Office
             of
             such
             as
             weare
             them
             .
             Thus
             we
             read
             that
             Severus
             allowed
             his
             Judges
             Gownes
             to
             sit
             in
             publick
             Judgment
             ,
             and
             others
             to
             wear
             at
             home
             in
             their
             private
             houses
             .
             Our
             very
             Quakers
             were
             never
             so
             impudent
             to
             affront
             the
             Scarlet
             of
             the
             Judge
             or
             Praetor
             .
             And
             these
             indeed
             
               (
               Lampred
               in
               Alex.
               Sever.
            
             chap.
             42.
             )
             are
             rather
             hung
             upon
             them
             ,
             than
             girt
             to
             them
             ,
             and
             are
             as
             loose
             as
             the
             Golden
             Key
             that
             playes
             on
             the
             breast
             of
             a
             Lord
             Chamberlain
             ,
             or
             the
             Seal
             that
             is
             carried
             in
             the
             hand
             of
             a
             Lord
             Chancellour
             ,
             that
             is
             so
             far
             from
             making
             its
             impression
             on
             his
             heart
             ,
             that
             he
             knows
             it
             may
             be
             commanded
             away
             to
             another
             ,
             and
             is
             perfectly
             at
             the
             pleasure
             of
             his
             Prince
             .
             And
             't
             is
             observable
             how
             our
             Saviour
             phrases
             that
             expression
             but
             now
             mentioned
             ,
             
             [
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ]
             They
             that
             that
             bear
             soft
             clothing
             ,
             others
             wear
             it
             ,
             fast
             girt
             ,
             and
             stiff
             lac'd
             (
             as
             our
             Ladies
             stayes
             that
             penn
             her
             up
             as
             in
             a
             torturing
             prison
             ,
             to
             make
             her
             look
             slender
             and
             pretty
             )
             ;
             but
             these
             bear
             it
             ,
             (
             as
             loose
             Cloaks
             which
             are
             easily
             off
             and
             on
             :
             So
             the
             Famous
             Burleigh
             when
             at
             night
             coming
             wea●y
             home
             from
             the
             Croud
             ,
             and
             business
             ●f
             Court
             ,
             and
             pulling
             off
             his
             Gown
             ,
             was
             ●sually
             heard
             to
             say
             to
             it
             ,
             
               Lye
               there
               Lord
               Treasurer
            
             :
             and
             indeed
             when
             we
             remember
             what
             Cares
             the
             Robe
             of
             State
             are
             ●●ed
             with
             ,
             we
             shall
             have
             little
             Reason
             to
             ●uspect
             those
             of
             much
             Pride
             ,
             that
             bear
             them
             .
          
           
             The
             same
             dispensation
             doubtless
             extends
             to
             each
             Order
             and
             Decree
             of
             the
             Royal
             Household
             .
             It
             being
             not
             so
             Honourable
             for
             Princes
             (
             like
             him
             of
             the
             Ayr
             )
             to
             be
             attended
             on
             by
             a
             
               Black
               Guard
               )
            
             .
             When
             the
             Queen
             of
             the
             South
             took
             her
             tedious
             journey
             ,
             to
             hear
             the
             Wisdom
             of
             Solomon
             ,
             't
             is
             expresly
             said
             ,
             
               The
               attendance
               of
               his
               Ministers
               ,
               and
               their
               Apparrel
               ,
            
             was
             so
             glorious
             ,
             that
             it
             ravish't
             away
             her
             Spirit
             ,
             
               (
               passa
               est
               Ecstasin
            
             saith
             Junius
             )
             there
             was
             no
             more
             spirit
             in
             her
             .
             She
             fell
             into
             a
             trance
             to
             view
             so
             a
             glittering
             a
             Court
             ,
             where
             the
             great
             King
             ,
             
             as
             the
             Sun
             ;
             the
             chief
             Ministers
             ,
             as
             the
             Planets
             of
             the
             first
             magnitude
             ,
             and
             each
             inferiour
             Officer
             ,
             as
             the
             minor
             Stars
             (
             the
             very
             least
             had
             his
             shine
             )
             but
             altogether
             were
             (
             as
             our
             Saviour
             expresseth
             it
             )
             
               Solomon
               in
               all
               his
               Glory
            
             .
             Surrounded
             with
             all
             his
             Nobles
             and
             Councellors
             ,
             and
             Attendants
             ,
             each
             one
             in
             his
             Sphere
             contributing
             to
             the
             glory
             of
             so
             great
             a
             Constellation
             .
             Indeed
             God
             dress'd
             up
             Solom●●
             in
             the
             brightest
             Robes
             of
             Royalty
             with
             ful●
             design
             to
             make
             him
             the
             most
             illustrious
             Prince
             ,
             that
             he
             might
             undress
             him
             again
             and
             make
             him
             the
             most
             experienc'd
             Pr●●cher
             that
             all
             Princes
             to
             the
             worlds
             en●
             might
             have
             the
             Word
             of
             a
             King
             to
             asure
             them
             how
             much
             vanity
             attends
             the
             Courts
             of
             the
             most
             Magnificent
             Potentates
             ,
             and
             how
             little
             satisfaction
             ,
             or
             Soul-Acquiescence
             himself
             had
             found
             in
             all
             the
             Grandieurs
             of
             State.
             
          
           
             How
             charitably
             therefore
             may
             we
             judg
             of
             Those
             ,
             whom
             rather
             Reason
             and
             Necessity
             of
             State
             ,
             than
             any
             natural
             Inclination
             or
             Promise
             to
             the
             folly
             ,
             does
             exact
             from
             them
             a
             more
             gay
             and
             splendid
             Appearance
             and
             Dress
             .
             Courteours
             being
             not
             alwayes
             Proud
             ,
             though
             sometimes
             Poor
             (
             the
             more
             is
             the
             Pitty
             )
             and
             more
             ignorantly
             envied
             ,
             than
             cheerfully
             trusted
             by
             
             the
             jealous
             Citizen
             ,
             who
             yet
             can
             love
             it
             well
             enough
             ,
             when
             himself
             has
             the
             profit
             ,
             and
             they
             come
             to
             Buy
             ;
             But
             infinitely
             more
             ,
             where
             he
             hath
             it
             indeed
             ,
             and
             they
             come
             to
             pay
             .
          
           
             These
             therefore
             I
             shall
             leave
             to
             be
             as
             fine
             as
             they
             can
             ,
             and
             do
             heartily
             wish
             ,
             that
             of
             any
             part
             of
             their
             Suits
             ,
             the
             Pockets
             may
             be
             the
             most
             richly
             faced
             ;
             lest
             the
             Taylor
             trust
             them
             so
             long
             ,
             that
             they
             are
             put
             to
             the
             trouble
             of
             begging
             a
             Knighthood
             for
             him
             ,
             in
             satisfaction
             of
             a
             full
             discharge
             .
             Only
             I
             begg
             leave
             to
             be
             their
             Remembrancer
             of
             some
             excellent
             Advice
             ,
             which
             once
             a
             great
             Prelate
             of
             the
             Church
             delivored
             to
             the
             Houshold
             of
             King
             James
             in
             the
             Chappel
             of
             Theobalds
             ,
             and
             sure
             they
             cannot
             take
             it
             ill
             from
             one
             ,
             who
             died
             an
             Archbishop
             ,
             though
             I
             confess
             no
             very
             good
             Subject
             .
          
           
             As
             it
             is
             fitting
             you
             should
             be
             adorned
             for
             the
             Attendance
             of
             your
             Earthly
             ,
             so
             there
             are
             some
             Ornaments
             to
             be
             thought
             upon
             for
             the
             Service
             of
             your
             Heavenly
             Master
             .
             Oh
             happy
             We
             ,
             of
             all
             other
             Creatures
             ,
             if
             we
             were
             near
             so
             mindful
             of
             the
             one
             ,
             as
             we
             are
             too
             solicitous
             of
             the
             other
             .
             But
             hearken
             ye
             that
             forget
             God
             ,
             this
             is
             no
             proportion
             at
             all
             to
             allow
             half
             a
             day
             for
             the
             tricking
             of
             the
             Body
             ,
             and
             grudge
             the
             poor
             half
             hour
             for
             the
             preparing
             
             of
             the
             Soul.
             Those
             that
             glitter
             in
             soft
             Clothing
             ,
             may
             be
             respected
             in
             Kings
             Houses
             ;
             but
             without
             Faith
             ,
             Repentance
             and
             true
             Devotion
             ,
             they
             are
             of
             no
             reckning
             in
             Gods
             House
             :
             And
             such
             Correspondence
             there
             is
             between
             God
             &
             the
             King
             ,
             that
             I
             could
             never
             yet
             read
             of
             any
             ,
             who
             neglected
             the
             Service
             of
             their
             Master
             in
             Heaven
             ,
             did
             ever
             true
             service
             to
             their
             Master
             on
             Earth
             ;
             these
             two
             Worships
             therefore
             conjoyned
             in
             the
             Tables
             of
             the
             Law
             ,
             let
             them
             not
             be
             disjoyned
             in
             the
             Tables
             of
             our
             hearts
             :
             And
             so
             shall
             God
             who
             has
             made
             us
             now
             Attendants
             on
             Princes
             here
             below
             ,
             make
             us
             hereafter
             Fellows
             and
             Companions
             with
             the
             Angels
             above
             .
             Dr.
             Williams
             .
             
               To
               which
               I
               Heartily
               add
               my
            
             Amen
             .
             
               And
               do
               beseech
               the
               Present
               Gentlemen
               at
               Court
               to
               meditate
               on
               so
               good
               an
               Instruction
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             To
             the
             Nobility
             and
             Gentry
             .
          
           
             VVIth
             no
             less
             Observance
             and
             Respect
             do
             these
             Papers
             address
             themselves
             to
             you
             (
             the
             Truly
             Honourable
             and
             Vertuous
             Nobles
             ,
             and
             to
             you
             the
             Worshipful
             Gentry
             of
             the
             Kingdom
             .
             Whose
             high
             Birth
             and
             Blood
             ,
             whose
             Large
             Demesnes
             and
             Revenues
             do
             justly
             give
             you
             as
             a
             Precedency
             
             by
             the
             Ordinance
             of
             Heaven
             above
             others
             in
             Degrees
             of
             Honour
             and
             Worship
             ,
             so
             certainly
             a
             Prerogative
             ,
             and
             Priviledge
             of
             expressing
             them
             (
             by
             all
             the
             lawful
             ,
             modest
             ,
             and
             allowable
             Demonstrations
             )
             to
             the
             World.
             The
             very
             Laws
             of
             Honour
             obliging
             you
             to
             a
             strict
             observance
             ,
             not
             of
             the
             Rules
             only
             ,
             but
             very
             Complements
             of
             your
             Order
             ,
             which
             can
             never
             be
             performed
             (
             like
             those
             of
             the
             Church
             )
             without
             some
             external
             Ceremonies
             to
             set
             off
             the
             Grace
             and
             Decency
             of
             them
             .
             The
             Gloryes
             of
             Birth
             and
             State
             (
             like
             those
             of
             the
             Sun
             )
             being
             shrowded
             within
             the
             cloud
             of
             popular
             Ignorance
             ,
             or
             more
             private
             Cognizance
             ,
             till
             the
             several
             Beames
             of
             their
             Light
             and
             Vertue
             ,
             baffle
             the
             Shadow
             ,
             and
             triumphantly
             break
             out
             into
             universal
             Joy
             and
             Observation
             ;
             but
             then
             ,
             do
             never
             fail
             to
             attract
             on
             themselves
             the
             most
             prostrtae
             Adoration
             and
             Reverence
             .
          
           
             See
             this
             in
             Religion
             .
             The
             very
             Lustre
             of
             the
             Divine
             Image
             in
             the
             Soul
             ,
             is
             Grace
             in
             the
             Womb
             ,
             only
             ,
             very
             solitary
             and
             indiscernable
             by
             any
             prying
             eye
             ,
             while
             dweling
             in
             the
             dark
             Cell
             of
             the
             heart
             ,
             [
             is
             
               Faith
               to
               self
            
             only
             ,
             and
             
               before
               God
            
             ,
             as
             
               Rom.
               14.
               22.
               
            
             ]
             but
             the
             Darting
             out
             of
             those
             beams
             from
             that
             Covert
             ,
             the
             piercings
             of
             the
             
               Divine
               Nature
            
             through
             the
             dark
             Lanthorn
             of
             
             Flesh
             ,
             and
             emitting
             its
             Shine
             into
             the
             Life
             ,
             by
             great
             and
             excellent
             Actions
             ,
             this
             makes
             it
             
               Grace
               unto
               others
            
             ,
             and
             brings
             a
             Glory
             to
             God.
             Nor
             is
             it
             enongh
             for
             a
             Christian
             to
             light
             his
             Candle
             and
             keep
             it
             under
             a
             Bushel
             ,
             but
             his
             Light
             must
             [
             so
             ]
             shine
             ,
             that
             all
             in
             the
             House
             may
             see
             it
             ,
             and
             the
             great
             Author
             of
             it
             not
             lose
             his
             praise
             .
             Mat.
             5.
             15
             ,
             16.
             
             And
             what
             are
             
               Good
               works
            
             but
             the
             Garments
             of
             Holiness
             ,
             which
             the
             true
             Christian
             clothes
             himself
             with
             every
             day
             (
             according
             to
             his
             Ability
             )
             and
             which
             makes
             him
             beautiful
             to
             God
             and
             man
             ?
             Yet
             (
             like
             the
             Lustre
             on
             Moses
             face
             )
             though
             they
             render
             him
             Lovely
             and
             Amiable
             in
             the
             eyes
             of
             others
             ,
             still
             they
             keep
             him
             humble
             in
             his
             own
             ,
             and
             he
             is
             a
             Mirrour
             to
             all
             but
             himself
             .
          
           
             Since
             Nature
             hath
             lost
             her
             eyes
             ,
             and
             differs
             in
             Judgment
             from
             her
             Maker
             (
             for
             
               He
               seeth
               not
               as
               man
               seeth
            
             (
             1
             Sam.
             16.
             7.
             )
             Nor
             yet
             has
             attained
             the
             light
             of
             a
             rectified
             Reason
             or
             Knowledge
             to
             pry
             into
             the
             value
             of
             interiour
             Objects
             and
             Worth.
             It
             will
             ever
             be
             gazing
             after
             what
             it
             can
             reach
             to
             without
             ,
             and
             doting
             on
             the
             Surface
             of
             superficial
             Vanity
             and
             Lyes
             
               (
               Prov.
               30.
               8.
            
             )
             Thus
             
               Pride
               of
               Life
            
             ,
             as
             the
             first-born
             Leah
             ,
             hath
             gotten
             the
             advantage
             of
             the
             
               Beauty
               of
               Holiness
            
             (
             the
             incomparable
             
             Rachel
             )
             and
             starts
             before
             her
             into
             Jacobs
             Bed
             ,
             while
             the
             
               Kings
               Daughter
               (
               whose
               Glory
               is
               within
               )
            
             is
             thrust
             out
             to
             an
             enforced
             patience
             ,
             and
             made
             to
             wait
             for
             Admirers
             ,
             who
             as
             hardly
             are
             perswaded
             to
             fall
             in
             Love
             with
             what
             they
             cannot
             perceive
             so
             Adorable
             and
             Precious
             ;
             and
             (
             like
             Joseph
             )
             tho
             they
             will
             not
             expose
             her
             to
             dishonour
             ,
             yet
             resolve
             to
             shift
             her
             off
             with
             a
             Complement
             ,
             till
             an
             Angel
             from
             Heaven
             clear
             up
             her
             excellency
             ,
             and
             very
             happyly
             make
             up
             the
             Match
             .
             Thus
             may
             you
             you
             find
             the
             Brutish
             herd
             
               Crying
               up
            
             a
             glistering
             peece
             of
             dust
             to
             be
             God
             ,
             while
             they
             vote
             the
             
               True
               One
            
             ,
             in
             a
             
               plain
               Coat
            
             ,
             to
             the
             Cross
             .
          
           
             It
             is
             your
             Visible
             Glory
             (
             Oh
             ye
             Great
             and
             Honourable
             of
             the
             Earth
             )
             that
             the
             Idolatrous
             World
             (
             with
             the
             Persians
             )
             so
             superstitiously
             Worship
             and
             Adore
             ;
             Take
             heed
             therefore
             while
             ye
             paint
             out
             your
             bodies
             ,
             as
             so
             many
             Idols
             ,
             these
             purblind
             votaries
             mistake
             you
             for
             Deities
             ,
             who
             never
             saw
             any
             ,
             more
             Illustrious
             and
             Gaudy
             than
             your selves
             ;
             And
          
           
             (
             Alas
             ,
             )
             'T
             is
             too
             low
             and
             Hystriorick
             a
             Design
             for
             Persons
             of
             your
             high
             Station
             and
             Character
             to
             trick
             up
             your selves
             to
             the
             Acting
             so
             mean
             a
             Comedy
             ,
             (
             Like
             Nero
             fooling
             in
             the
             Theatre
             )
             while
             none
             but
             
             sorry
             and
             mechanick
             eyes
             are
             fed
             with
             the
             prospect
             of
             so
             great
             a
             Degeneracy
             from
             the
             more
             Noble
             Idea's
             of
             Vertue
             and
             Glory
             .
          
           
             This
             is
             a
             Game
             for
             base
             and
             Plebejan
             Spirits
             to
             pursue
             ,
             whose
             only
             project
             is
             for
             to
             cover
             some
             horrid
             Defects
             ,
             like
             Caligula's
             wearing
             a
             Needlework
             Cloak
             ,
             embroidered
             with
             every
             Colour
             ,
             and
             all
             bestudded
             with
             Precious
             Stones
             ,
             to
             divert
             his
             Spectators
             from
             being
             affrighted
             with
             his
             crabbed
             and
             hideous
             Face
             .
          
           
             Coaches
             ,
             they
             say
             ,
             were
             first
             invented
             by
             a
             Prince
             of
             gouty
             Leggs
             ,
             and
             ill
             shapen
             Feet
             ,
             from
             which
             the
             upper
             parts
             appear
             in
             all
             the
             Decorum
             of
             Majesty
             and
             Perfection
             without
             the
             least
             Jealousy
             of
             any
             Natural
             failure
             below
             ;
             but
             for
             those
             who
             are
             born
             to
             tread
             on
             the
             Mountaines
             of
             State
             ,
             (
             As
             you
             )
             'T
             is
             fit
             your
             Paces
             should
             be
             all
             so
             Honorable
             ,
             and
             Exemplary
             ,
             that
             you
             scorn
             to
             fear
             the
             Discovery
             of
             a
             wry
             step
             to
             the
             watchful
             eyes
             that
             trace
             you
             .
          
           
             And
             though
             the
             Spouses
             Feet
             are
             described
             to
             be
             
               Beautiful
               with
               Shoes
            
             ,
             Cant.
             7.
             1.
             
             Yet
             that
             still
             ,
             does
             but
             express
             the
             Majestick
             Gate
             of
             those
             holy
             Pilgrims
             who
             are
             directly
             passing
             to
             an
             higher
             Glory
             ,
             to
             which
             those
             Feet
             alone
             have
             strength
             and
             Grace
             to
             climb
             and
             convey
             them
             .
             And
             
             py
             were
             it
             for
             your
             Honourable
             Ladies
             ,
             if
             their
             Embroidered
             Shoes
             would
             mind
             them
             of
             a
             better
             Preparation
             to
             which
             they
             are
             exhorted
             to
             be
             Shod
             ,
             ere
             their
             delicate
             
               Feet
               stumble
               on
               the
               dark
               Mountanis
               .
            
          
           
             And
             why
             should
             I
             doubt
             it
             ?
             Since
             ,
             sure
             ,
             't
             is
             below
             the
             stately
             Cedars
             to
             pride
             themselves
             in
             their
             own
             shaddows
             ,
             whose
             kind
             branches
             spreading
             themselves
             by
             so
             ravishing
             a
             dilatation
             ,
             are
             ambitious
             to
             yield
             their
             charitable
             shelter
             to
             succour
             the
             distressed
             ,
             that
             fly
             for
             refuge
             to
             them
             ,
             and
             not
             to
             be
             only
             unprofitably
             gaz'd
             on
             .
          
           
             The
             Vine
             (
             in
             the
             Parable
             )
             scorn'd
             the
             Promotion
             to
             an
             Empyre
             over
             the
             Trees
             .
             Since
             't
             was
             honour
             enough
             for
             it
             to
             yield
             its
             lushious
             Clusters
             to
             cheer
             the
             hearts
             of
             men
             ;
             and
             what
             are
             the
             thorny
             burthens
             of
             a
             Crown
             ,
             to
             those
             that
             overflow
             (
             like
             God
             himself
             )
             in
             all
             the
             streams
             of
             Universal
             good
             from
             their
             Fulness
             and
             Greatness
             ?
          
           
             And
             the
             Simile
             is
             no
             Derogation
             to
             your
             Honours
             ;
             Since
             God
             himself
             has
             Dubed
             the
             Vine
             into
             Honour
             ,
             and
             given
             it
             the
             Appellation
             of
             Noble
             (
             Jer.
             2.
             21.
             
             )
             which
             I
             find
             no
             other
             Tree
             of
             the
             Forrest
             so
             happy
             to
             enjoy
             ;
             and
             the
             blessed
             Jesus
             ,
             calls
             himself
             one
             ,
             by
             a
             Metaphor
             .
             
               (
               Joh.
               15.
               1.
            
             )
             
             Yet
             of
             all
             other
             ,
             has
             the
             Vine
             the
             least
             Wood
             ,
             and
             the
             most
             ragged
             Rind
             ,
             (
             will
             a
             man
             make
             a
             pin
             of
             it
             to
             hang
             any
             Vessel
             on
             ,
             
               Ezek.
               15.
               3.
               
            
             )
             while
             all
             its
             Vertue
             lyes
             within
             ;
             and
             that
             which
             makes
             the
             least
             shew
             affords
             the
             most
             good
             ,
             is
             most
             Juicy
             and
             productive
             ,
             to
             acquaint
             us
             ,
             That
             the
             most
             Liberal
             ,
             and
             distributive
             Spirits
             care
             not
             to
             bear
             so
             great
             a
             Port
             in
             the
             World
             ,
             while
             they
             gratify
             themselves
             in
             pouring
             out
             all
             the
             Communications
             of
             their
             Treasure
             and
             Bounty
             to
             others
             .
             And
             even
             God
             himself
             appears
             only
             in
             the
             rich
             Effluxes
             of
             his
             Goodness
             .
             O
             ye
             Vertuous
             Nobles
             ,
             give
             no
             occasion
             to
             your
             Great
             Lord
             to
             take
             up
             that
             sad
             Complaint
             !
             
               How
               art
               thou
               turned
               into
               the
               degenerate
               Plant
               of
               a
               Strange
               Vine
               unto
               me
               !
            
          
           
             Nor
             may
             this
             Jealousy
             sink
             ,
             you
             into
             any
             Dishonourable
             Meaness
             of
             Appearance
             in
             Rind
             or
             Attire
             ,
             since
             it
             would
             be
             as
             ridiculous
             for
             a
             wealthy
             
               Noble
               man
            
             to
             draw
             on
             
               Course
               Cloath
            
             ,
             as
             for
             the
             poorest
             of
             his
             Tenants
             to
             swagger
             up
             and
             down
             in
             Scarlet
             ;
             or
             for
             his
             Countess
             to
             be
             lapped
             up
             in
             Flannel
             (
             while
             Alive
             )
             as
             for
             one
             of
             her
             Milkmaides
             to
             flant
             in
             about
             in
             
               Cloath
               of
               Gold.
            
             And
             surely
             the
             God
             of
             Decency
             and
             Order
             ,
             who
             hath
             required
             all
             men
             to
             discharge
             the
             Political
             Debt
             
             of
             Honour
             to
             whom
             Honour
             belongs
             ,
             hath
             as
             equally
             obliged
             those
             Honuorable
             Personages
             to
             all
             immaginable
             care
             ,
             and
             caution
             in
             the
             furnishing
             all
             the
             Rooms
             of
             State
             ,
             and
             rayling
             in
             the
             Bed
             of
             Honour
             ;
             Toguard
             and
             fence
             their
             Native
             Immunityes
             from
             all
             the
             insolen
             tinvasions
             of
             too
             incroaching
             Usurpations
             ,
             which
             the
             affronting
             hand
             of
             impudence
             does
             (
             but
             too
             commonly
             )
             thrust
             in
             to
             make
             upon
             them
             .
             God
             is
             so
             tender
             of
             the
             great
             Prerogative
             of
             his
             Worship
             ,
             that
             he
             professes
             ,
             by
             no
             means
             will
             he
             part
             with
             that
             Glory
             to
             Another
             ,
             nor
             his
             
               Praise
               to
               Graven
               Images
            
             .
             And
             no
             Phantasmes
             of
             the
             highest
             Consideration
             whatsoever
             ,
             should
             tempt
             a
             truly
             Generous
             Spirit
             ,
             to
             yeild
             up
             the
             Sword
             of
             his
             Knighthood
             ,
             which
             himself
             is
             sworn
             so
             superstituously
             to
             maintain
             ,
             That
             he
             were
             happier
             to
             feel
             it
             bathed
             in
             the
             blood
             of
             his
             heart
             ,
             than
             ignominously
             to
             surrender
             it
             with
             the
             least
             tainture
             of
             Cowardise
             .
             As
             the
             Christian
             profession
             is
             Commanded
             to
             
               abstain
               from
               all
               appearance
               of
               Evil
               ,
            
             So
             will
             our
             wise
             and
             wary
             Lord
             ,
             very
             providently
             foresee
             ,
             that
             no
             cloud
             of
             Envy
             interpose
             it self
             to
             procure
             an
             Eclips
             of
             his
             Glory
             ,
             nor
             that
             dignity
             wherein
             the
             providence
             of
             Heaven
             hath
             so
             happily
             fix'd
             him
             .
             Nothing
             that
             may
             perhaps
             ▪
             suggest
             
             to
             the
             observing
             eye
             ,
             the
             least
             shadow
             of
             the
             ignoble
             guilt
             of
             a
             Law
             and
             degenerous
             Spirit
             ,
             under
             the
             profuse
             largesses
             of
             the
             Divine
             bounty
             .
             History
             tells
             us
             of
             one
             Ardelio
             ,
             who
             himself
             being
             of
             an
             
               huge
               ,
               great
            
             ,
             and
             
               Bulky
               Body
            
             ,
             delighted
             in
             every
             thing
             like
             himself
             that
             was
             great
             ,
             would
             live
             in
             a
             great
             House
             ,
             lye
             in
             a
             great
             Bed
             ,
             eat
             in
             great
             Platters
             ,
             drink
             in
             great
             Bowles
             ,
             ride
             upon
             a
             great
             Horse
             ,
             entertain
             none
             but
             great
             Servants
             ,
             &c.
             however
             the
             story
             be
             true
             or
             false
             ,
             surely
             't
             is
             the
             most
             perfect
             beauty
             ,
             when
             great
             Persons
             act
             symmetrically
             to
             themselves
             ,
             when
             greatness
             of
             fortune
             and
             generosity
             of
             soul
             are
             happily
             concerned
             together
             ;
             and
             add
             yet
             a
             perfection
             of
             felicity
             ,
             to
             those
             that
             are
             the
             lucky
             heirs
             of
             it
             .
             But
             that
             Gentleman
             ,
             who
             from
             the
             little
             Devil
             of
             a
             narrow
             and
             Avaricious
             soul
             ,
             shall
             be
             tempted
             to
             shrink
             himself
             into
             the
             despicable
             contempt
             of
             every
             bordering
             Clown
             ,
             is
             ten
             times
             worse
             than
             that
             Roman
             Prince
             ,
             whose
             name
             and
             memory
             will
             ever
             strangely
             savour
             of
             the
             very
             pisse
             of
             the
             People
             .
          
           
             But
             ,
             I
             fancy
             ,
             this
             to
             be
             a
             needless
             and
             unseasonable
             surmise
             ,
             since
             we
             find
             so
             few
             ,
             under
             the
             guilt
             of
             (
             an
             unfashionable
             )
             frugality
             .
             The
             Ambition
             of
             our
             
             Ladyes
             being
             so
             very
             high
             and
             towring
             ,
             as
             speaks
             them
             resolv'd
             to
             consecrate
             this
             Age
             into
             a
             perfect
             Jubilee
             ,
             and
             make
             every
             Eve
             to
             usher
             in
             an
             Holy-day
             of
             pleasure
             and
             gayness
             ;
             and
             I
             'm
             sure
             I
             wrong
             not
             some
             of
             them
             ,
             if
             I
             say
             they
             never
             knew
             a
             Working-day
             these
             twenty
             years
             ,
             and
             have
             forgotten
             the
             old
             Reverend
             Custome
             of
             their
             Grand-Mothers
             ,
             whose
             Wedding
             Gowns
             ,
             and
             Kirchiefs
             ,
             never
             saw
             Light
             ,
             but
             on
             the
             solemn
             anniversaries
             of
             Christmas
             or
             Easter
             ,
             while
             those
             celebrate
             an
             Everlasting
             Christmas
             ,
             and
             dress
             on
             Saturdayes
             for
             the
             Stage
             with
             nicer
             preparations
             than
             the
             next
             morning
             ,
             for
             the
             Church
             ,
             and
             begin
             the
             week
             with
             the
             same
             zeal
             to
             their
             vanity
             ,
             as
             they
             ended
             it
             .
             And
             were
             this
             the
             grief
             of
             great
             ones
             only
             ,
             perhaps
             it
             might
             be
             less
             fatal
             and
             mischievous
             .
             But
             as
             Memucan
             ,
             once
             (
             aggravating
             the
             crime
             of
             the
             
               Persian
               Queen
            
             )
             said
             ,
             
               This
               deed
               of
            
             Vasthi's
             
               will
               come
               abroad
            
             (
             for
             ill
             Example
             )
             
               among
               all
               the
               Women
               ,
               and
               every
               Lady
               of
            
             Media
             and
             Persia
             
               will
               dispise
               their
               Husbands
               .
               His.
            
             1.
             17
             ,
             18.
             
             So
             from
             the
             ill
             Practise
             of
             those
             that
             are
             able
             ,
             (
             who
             can
             go
             to
             the
             charge
             of
             being
             Idle
             )
             Is
             this
             ruinating
             custome
             gone
             abroad
             even
             among
             others
             ,
             that
             undo
             their
             Husbands
             by
             following
             the
             Pattern
             .
             
             Why
             should
             not
             they
             do
             as
             Vastis
             ?
             But
             
               Matthew
               Paris
            
             ,
             in
             the
             life
             of
             King
             John
             ,
             tells
             us
             a
             Story
             of
             one
             Hubert
             ,
             then
             Arch-Bishop
             of
             Canterbury
             ,
             who
             ,
             when
             the
             King
             had
             given
             his
             Courteours
             Rich
             Liveries
             ;
             he
             to
             imitate
             his
             Soveraign
             ,
             would
             needs
             give
             his
             Servants
             the
             like
             ,
             which
             gave
             no
             small
             offence
             ,
             to
             his
             Majesty
             .
             Sure
             't
             is
             too
             great
             an
             arrogance
             to
             Ape
             the
             Lyon
             ,
             and
             the
             Cestern
             may
             not
             think
             to
             make
             so
             broad
             a
             stream
             ,
             as
             the
             Fountain
             .
             'T
             were
             happy
             for
             these
             minor
             Ladies
             ,
             if
             their
             hearts
             were
             Lower
             ,
             and
             their
             Fortunes
             Higher
             :
             But
             happiest
             of
             all
             ,
             if
             they
             would
             employ
             what
             they
             have
             to
             the
             ends
             God
             has
             given
             it
             ,
             and
             respect
             more
             the
             miseries
             of
             the
             poor
             ,
             and
             those
             below
             then
             to
             imitate
             the
             extravagancies
             of
             the
             Mighty
             and
             the
             Rich
             ,
             that
             are
             so
             far
             above
             them
             .
          
           
             There
             are
             ,
             who
             believe
             that
             superfluity
             is
             a
             necessary
             evil
             in
             a
             State
             ,
             the
             floating
             of
             Fashions
             affording
             a
             standing
             Maintenance
             to
             thousands
             ,
             which
             otherwise
             would
             be
             at
             a
             loss
             for
             a
             Livelihood
             ,
             and
             that
             men
             maintain
             more
             by
             their
             Pride
             then
             by
             their
             charity
             .
             And
             surely
             if
             Armenta
             be
             not
             turned
             into
             Ornamenta
             ,
             whole
             Herds
             and
             Flocks
             sold
             off
             to
             furnish
             Head
             and
             Locks
             ,
             and
             the
             very
             pastures
             in
             which
             they
             graze
             follow
             not
             to
             pay
             
             for
             one
             Jewel
             .
             If
             the
             Ancient
             Mannours
             of
             the
             Family
             ,
             have
             not
             exchanged
             their
             Lords
             ,
             nor
             are
             Commanded
             to
             do
             Homage
             to
             a
             Mechannick
             Master
             .
             If
             the
             Accounts
             of
             the
             Steward
             in
             the
             City
             ,
             do
             but
             keep
             even
             pace
             with
             the
             receipts
             of
             him
             in
             the
             Country
             ,
             and
             
               Terra
               firma
            
             be
             not
             boyl'd
             away
             into
             Luxurious
             Gellies
             ,
             and
             whole
             Acres
             be
             not
             swopped
             down
             for
             a
             mornings
             draught
             :
             If
             the
             Courts
             below
             can
             but
             answer
             Eccho
             to
             those
             above
             ,
             I
             know
             no
             reason
             why
             ruder
             Pens
             should
             so
             loudly
             exclaim
             against
             the
             Prodigalities
             of
             the
             Great
             Ones
             ,
             when
             we
             little
             know
             or
             consider
             what
             others
             of
             the
             same
             Spheare
             have
             Acted
             in
             Ages
             before
             us
             .
          
           
             And
             (
             sure
             I
             am
             )
             those
             have
             greatly
             exceeded
             them
             ,
             in
             that
             one
             engulphing
             profuseness
             of
             Jewels
             .
             Turtullian
             tells
             us
             ,
             in
             his
             time
             ,
             of
             twenty
             three
             thousand
             Crowns
             disbursed
             for
             one
             Rope
             of
             Pearl
             .
             
               Saltus
               &
               Insulas
               tenera
               cervix
               fert
               .
            
             One
             tender
             Neck
             of
             a
             Lady
             bears
             the
             burden
             of
             whole
             Woods
             and
             Islands
             .
             Sir
             
               Thomas
               Moor
            
             to
             a
             Gentlewoman
             (
             complaining
             of
             exceeding
             heat
             in
             her
             weighty
             dress
             )
             
               What
               wonder
            
             (
             saith
             he
             )
             
               for
               thou
               carryest
               upon
               thee
               Meadows
               ,
               Vineyards
               ,
               Mills
               ,
               Mansions
               ,
               and
               Islands
               in
               the
               value
               of
               Jewels
               .
            
             But
             prodigious
             was
             the
             Luxury
             of
             the
             Roman
             
               Paulina
               ,
               
               (
               Caligula
            
             's
             widdow
             )
             who
             ruin'd
             her
             Father
             with
             setting
             her
             out
             in
             so
             pompous
             excess
             ,
             That
             she
             moved
             about
             with
             no
             fewer
             Jewels
             then
             what
             cost
             him
             a
             Million
             of
             Gold
             ,
             as
             Plinie
             and
             others
             have
             given
             us
             her
             story
             .
             'T
             is
             very
             observable
             ,
             that
             the
             first
             Jewels
             we
             read
             of
             in
             Scripture
             ,
             should
             be
             found
             in
             the
             Closet
             of
             the
             best
             Lady
             in
             the
             World
             ,
             (
             not
             but
             that
             sure
             they
             were
             common
             before
             that
             time
             ,
             )
             but
             we
             read
             of
             none
             till
             Sarahs
             Cabinet
             is
             presented
             to
             Rebeccah
             ,
             and
             envy
             it self
             will
             never
             repine
             at
             those
             Armes
             wearing
             Bracelets
             ,
             that
             kneaded
             Cakes
             for
             Angels
             .
             The
             Wife
             of
             so
             great
             a
             Lord
             (
             as
             was
             Abraham
             )
             and
             the
             Lord
             of
             so
             good
             a
             Wife
             (
             as
             was
             Sarah
             )
             the
             one
             might
             warrantably
             wear
             what
             the
             other
             had
             cheerfully
             purchased
             for
             her
             .
             And
             Oh
             that
             our
             Ladies
             had
             but
             Sarahs
             Humility
             and
             good
             Houswifery
             with
             her
             Jewells
             ,
             whose
             Fingers
             are
             I
             fear
             ,
             too
             fine
             to
             deal
             in
             Dough
             ,
             and
             the
             very
             Angels
             shall
             fast
             rather
             than
             they
             will
             Kneel
             to
             the
             Kneading-troughs
             !
             So
             great
             a
             Difference
             between
             Sarah
             ,
             and
             her
             Daughters
             .
             
               Who
               are
               so
            
             (
             saith
             Peter
             )
             
               so
               long
               as
               they
               do
               well
               ,
            
             but
             no
             longer
             .
          
           
             Yet
             still
             I
             plead
             for
             Persons
             of
             Honour
             to
             keep
             up
             the
             the
             glory
             of
             their
             Station
             ,
             and
             sure
             I
             am
             they
             might
             best
             do
             it
             by
             curious
             
             weaving
             of
             Works
             of
             Mercy
             with
             those
             of
             State.
             Nay
             ,
             somtimes
             for
             Noble
             Persons
             to
             gratify
             their
             Fancies
             by
             unnecessary
             Enterprizes
             ,
             and
             seeming
             Acts
             of
             Prodigallity
             and
             Vanity
             ,
             is
             no
             great
             loss
             to
             the
             publick
             .
             There
             goes
             a
             Proverb
             ,
             if
             Rich
             men
             were
             not
             fools
             ,
             poor
             men
             might
             starve
             .
             I
             will
             not
             expound
             it
             so
             grossly
             ,
             but
             rather
             would
             call
             it
             an
             Honourable
             Benificence
             to
             poor
             Labourers
             ,
             should
             our
             Noble
             Lord
             distaste
             the
             form
             of
             his
             House
             (
             as
             too
             Antique
             and
             unfashionable
             )
             and
             resolve
             to
             pull
             it
             down
             ,
             as
             well
             to
             imploy
             poor
             Artificers
             ,
             as
             to
             please
             his
             own
             fancy
             in
             building
             it
             new
             .
             So
             for
             a
             good
             Lady
             (
             that
             has
             money
             enough
             )
             to
             take
             occasion
             to
             pick
             a
             quarrel
             with
             her
             Wardrobe
             ,
             as
             too
             thredbare
             and
             Immodish
             ,
             not
             from
             any
             design
             of
             Pride
             ,
             but
             a
             pious
             Principle
             of
             supplying
             her self
             and
             the
             Mercer
             together
             ,
             who
             might
             else
             sit
             a
             cold
             and
             shiver
             in
             his
             shop
             for
             want
             of
             Custome
             ,
             Cursing
             more
             her
             Covetousness
             ,
             than
             others
             her
             Pride
             .
             Will
             you
             call
             this
             a
             vain
             Excess
             to
             idle
             needless
             superfluity
             ?
             No
             alass
             ,
             it
             is
             a
             very
             perfect
             Charity
             .
             And
             such
             a
             good
             Lady
             (
             with
             holy
             Job
             )
             does
             but
             
               put
               on
               Righteousness
               as
               a
               Robe
               ,
               and
               clothes
               her self
               with
               Compassion
               ,
               as
               with
               a
               Diadem
               .
            
             Nay
             ,
             each
             Lace
             ,
             and
             inch
             of
             Ribband
             about
             her
             (
             like
             
             the
             spouses
             
               Thred
               of
               Scarlet
            
             )
             does
             but
             fasten
             her
             Grace
             the
             closer
             to
             her
             Heart
             .
             And
             her
             entire
             Dress
             is
             nothing
             else
             but
             the
             Herauld
             (
             in
             his
             Gaudy
             Coat
             )
             that
             Proclaimes
             her
             Goodness
             aud
             Charity
             .
          
           
             Nor
             would
             I
             wish
             a
             greater
             punishment
             on
             those
             ,
             whose
             Malice
             and
             Envy
             cuts
             so
             large
             slashes
             in
             the
             Vestments
             of
             the
             Rich
             ,
             than
             to
             pay
             the
             shot
             of
             those
             many
             Families
             ,
             who
             sit
             down
             ,
             and
             give
             God
             thanks
             for
             there
             honest
             Gain
             ,
             accruing
             to
             them
             from
             the
             Accoutrements
             of
             but
             one
             Honourable
             Lady
             ,
             when
             but
             Attir'd
             in
             a
             sutable
             Garb
             to
             her
             Honour
             .
             'T
             is
             easily
             apparent
             ,
             that
             above
             twenty
             honest
             Salesmen
             make
             their
             dinners
             every
             day
             from
             the
             allowable
             advantages
             of
             her
             Dress
             ,
             should
             you
             pass
             from
             the
             Silkman
             and
             Exchange
             ,
             from
             the
             Millener
             and
             the
             Goldsmith
             ,
             to
             the
             inferiour
             Furnitures
             of
             her
             body
             ;
             and
             instance
             but
             in
             the
             most
             contemptible
             and
             basest
             of
             all
             ;
             may
             the
             Reader
             consider
             ,
             that
             the
             least
             Pin
             about
             her
             ,
             passes
             throw
             two
             or
             three
             hands
             ere
             it
             is
             quallified
             for
             the
             Honour
             to
             have
             a
             place
             in
             her
             Head
             ,
             and
             I
             wish
             it
             stuck
             in
             the
             fingers
             of
             such
             who
             bethink
             the
             sorry
             Maintenance
             of
             those
             poor
             Wretches
             that
             point
             ;
             those
             others
             that
             head
             ;
             
             and
             again
             ,
             those
             others
             that
             fit
             them
             up
             in
             due
             ranks
             and
             numbers
             for
             sale
             .
          
           
             It
             was
             (
             Possibly
             )
             from
             such
             considerations
             as
             these
             that
             great
             St.
             Austin
             in
             one
             of
             his
             Epistles
             to
             Possidius
             ,
             gives
             him
             this
             necessery
             charge
             ,
             Tom.
             2.
             
             Epist
             37.
             
               ad
               Possid
               .
               Nolo
               ut
               de
               Ornamentis
               Auri
               vel
               vestis
               preproperam
               habeas
               in
               prohibendo
               sententiam
               .
            
             Be
             not
             rash
             in
             passing
             too
             hasty
             a
             Judgment
             against
             the
             Ornaments
             of
             the
             Rich
             ;
             And
             some
             perhaps
             will
             but
             smile
             at
             the
             Decree
             of
             an
             ancient
             Councel
             of
             the
             Church
             assembled
             at
             Gangra
             .
             That
             anathematizes
             those
             ,
             who
             shall
             be
             so
             rude
             and
             audacious
             to
             censure
             or
             control
             the
             Apparrel
             of
             great
             and
             superiovr
             Persons
             .
             
               (
               Qui
               cum
               Reverentia
               Birrhis
               usi
               fuerint
               )
            
             and
             the
             ground
             of
             that
             Curse
             (
             saith
             Balsamon
             )
             was
             this
             .
             Because
             such
             are
             cloathed
             ,
             not
             
               propter
               molliciem
               ,
               sed
               propter
               professionem
               ,
            
             not
             from
             any
             Luxury
             ,
             but
             distinction
             .
          
           
             Be
             not
             jealous
             (
             Reader
             )
             that
             I
             have
             forgotten
             my
             design
             ,
             or
             am
             become
             
               Prides
               Advocate
            
             .
             'T
             is
             ,
             every
             where
             seen
             that
             Platoe's
             rich
             Gown
             covers
             a
             more
             humble
             mind
             ,
             than
             the
             Cynicks
             Frieze
             .
             Pride
             is
             a
             disease
             that
             breads
             in
             course
             and
             branney
             Spirits
             (
             the
             very
             Scrapings
             of
             dame
             Natures
             trough
             )
             and
             blisters
             ever
             from
             the
             corruptest
             blood
             .
             'T
             is
             Humility
             is
             the
             
             Glory
             of
             the
             Great
             and
             the
             Noble
             ,
             their
             only
             unalterable
             Dress
             ,
             that
             is
             ever
             in
             fashion
             amongst
             them
             .
             The
             very
             Rubies
             they
             wear
             would
             wax
             pale
             at
             the
             draught
             of
             that
             Venom
             ,
             and
             Pearls
             themselves
             would
             blush
             for
             shame
             at
             the
             imputation
             of
             such
             a
             Foppery
             .
             What
             need
             such
             to
             swell
             ,
             that
             are
             so
             Great
             already
             ,
             or
             to
             aspire
             to
             a
             sublime
             Height
             when
             they
             are
             born
             on
             the
             Hills
             of
             Excellency
             ,
             and
             break
             into
             life
             ,
             like
             ,
             that
             Emperour
             Diadumenus
             with
             a
             Diademe
             of
             Honour
             on
             their
             forheads
             ,
             and
             whom
             the
             first
             light
             salutes
             into
             the
             World
             as
             happy
             ,
             as
             Great
             .
          
           
             Thus
             while
             (
             Right
             Honourable
             )
             I
             apologize
             for
             you
             ,
             and
             pay
             but
             the
             Tribute
             your
             Vertue
             and
             State
             calls
             for
             ,
             from
             every
             humble
             Pen.
             I
             have
             plotted
             all
             along
             to
             merit
             from
             you
             the
             Innocent
             Liberty
             of
             Insinuating
             (
             in
             the
             most
             prostrate
             and
             submissive
             posture
             of
             Address
             )
             the
             following
             considerations
             for
             good
             Noble
             minds
             to
             contemplate
             .
          
           
             First
             ,
             That
             as
             you
             are
             fixed
             by
             the
             Generous
             and
             only
             distinguishing
             bounty
             of
             God
             (
             your
             great
             Maker
             &
             ours
             )
             in
             the
             highest
             Orbe
             ,
             and
             to
             a
             more
             abstructed
             Degree
             of
             Happiness
             and
             State
             in
             the
             World
             ,
             than
             were
             others
             ;
             Licenced
             to
             bear
             a
             greater
             Sway
             and
             Port
             ;
             and
             to
             appear
             with
             
             all
             your
             pompous
             Traines
             ,
             drawing
             ,
             that
             eyes
             of
             the
             Universe
             after
             you
             by
             your
             Gallantry
             and
             splendour
             of
             Life
             .
             So
             that
             your
             Honours
             would
             ever
             Remember
             to
             give
             all
             this
             but
             its
             right
             Name
             ,
             and
             the
             same
             ,
             which
             the
             Holy
             Ghost
             gives
             it
             
               [
               Acts
               25.
               23.
            
             ]
             Where
             an
             whole
             Bench
             of
             Great
             Ones
             (
             and
             one
             of
             them
             a
             King
             )
             with
             all
             their
             Attendants
             and
             Glory
             appear'd
             to
             dazle
             the
             eyes
             of
             a
             poor
             Prisoner
             at
             the
             Bar
             (
             who
             yet
             by
             the
             Spirit
             and
             Power
             of
             the
             God
             that
             spake
             by
             him
             ,
             made
             the
             best
             of
             them
             tremble
             as
             he
             sate
             )
             calls
             all
             that
             Lustre
             ,
             But
             a
             meer
             Phantacy
             (
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             )
             A
             very
             Gleam
             and
             
               Vain
               Shew
            
             that
             appeared
             and
             vanished
             together
             ,
             and
             not
             so
             much
             as
             the
             Shaddow
             of
             the
             truer
             Glory
             ,
             which
             has
             weight
             indeed
             and
             is
             massie
             ,
             exceedingly
             so
             ,
             and
             eternal
             too
             .
             And
             this
             the
             Royal
             Prophet
             ,
             well
             experienced
             ,
             when
             he
             left
             behind
             him
             that
             very
             proper
             Lesson
             for
             Persons
             of
             your
             Noble
             Order
             to
             meditate
             on
             .
             
               Man
               in
               his
               best
               estate
               is
               altogether
               Vanity
               .
            
          
           
             Nor
             is
             it
             unworthy
             your
             profoundest
             thoughts
             to
             consider
             ,
             what
             little
             Courtship
             the
             God
             of
             Glory
             has
             used
             towards
             some
             ,
             very
             eminent
             Personages
             of
             the
             Earth
             ,
             by
             the
             contemptible
             characters
             he
             
             has
             stamped
             upon
             them
             in
             the
             sacred
             Records
             .
             The
             Great
             Antiochus
             who
             for
             his
             Magnificence
             was
             stiled
             Epiphanes
             ,
             or
             the
             Illustrious
             ,
             passes
             off
             the
             stage
             with
             the
             Ignominious
             impress
             of
             a
             
               Vile
               Person
            
             .
             Dan.
             11.
             21.
             
             (
             such
             it
             seems
             ,
             in
             Heavens
             Accounts
             notwithstanding
             his
             worldly
             Greatness
             )
             Herod
             ,
             gains
             no
             more
             from
             our
             Saviour
             than
             the
             sutable
             Title
             of
             a
             Fox
             (
             who
             so
             greedily
             sucked
             the
             Blood
             of
             the
             Innocent
             
               Baptist
               )
            
             :
             Those
             who
             push
             the
             Innocent
             with
             the
             hornes
             of
             oppression
             ,
             are
             (
             very
             congenially
             )
             termed
             the
             Bulls
             of
             
               Bashan
               ,
               Jehoiakim
            
             ,
             Jer.
             22.
             28.
             an
             ill
             Prince
             ,
             is
             shav'd
             into
             the
             despicable
             cut
             of
             Coniah
             ,
             as
             one
             unworthy
             to
             fill
             up
             the
             leaves
             of
             his
             sacred
             Book
             with
             the
             full
             sylables
             of
             his
             Name
             .
             But
             above
             all
             ,
             how
             remarkable
             is
             the
             crowding
             of
             at
             least
             forty
             Dukes
             of
             the
             progeny
             of
             Esau
             (
             whom
             God
             hated
             )
             into
             one
             short
             Chapter
             ,
             justling
             them
             together
             ,
             three
             or
             four
             into
             one
             line
             ,
             seven
             or
             eight
             of
             them
             into
             two
             .
             Duke
             Teman
             ,
             Duke
             Omar
             ,
             Duke
             Zepho
             ,
             Duke
             Kenaz
             ,
             &c.
             their
             whole
             story
             lost
             in
             the
             ayre
             of
             an
             empty
             Title
             ,
             their
             persons
             and
             hopes
             entred
             together
             in
             the
             dark
             vault
             of
             eternal
             Oblivion
             ,
             While
             yet
             above
             a
             dozen
             chapters
             are
             proved
             in
             the
             deciphering
             
             out
             the
             Excellencies
             of
             but
             one
             younger
             Son
             of
             a
             
               Plain
               man
               that
               dwelt
               in
               Tents
               ,
            
             and
             give
             us
             the
             exact
             memories
             of
             his
             whole
             life
             and
             actions
             to
             the
             Grave
             ,
             Gen.
             chap.
             37.
             to
             50.
             
          
           
             And
             the
             Almighty
             God
             make
             your
             Honours
             as
             Pious
             and
             Good
             ,
             as
             that
             famous
             Joseph
             ,
             and
             your
             Noble
             Consorts
             infinitely
             more
             Virtuous
             than
             his
             impure
             and
             unkind
             mistriss
             .
             Who
             ,
             as
             if
             his
             unnatural
             Brethren
             had
             not
             shewn
             cruelty
             enough
             to
             him
             ,
             by
             stripping
             him
             of
             one
             Coat
             ,
             and
             sending
             him
             into
             Exile
             ,
             She
             must
             conspire
             too
             ,
             and
             tear
             from
             him
             another
             ,
             dismissing
             him
             all
             cold
             into
             Prison
             ,
             (
             clad
             onely
             in
             the
             vest
             of
             divine
             Favour
             ,
             and
             his
             ,
             own
             innocency
             )
             yet
             anon
             breaking
             out
             into
             a
             resplendency
             ,
             outshining
             the
             Nobles
             of
             the
             whole
             Court
             when
             we
             find
             him
             wrapt
             in
             the
             Royal
             Ornaments
             and
             the
             finest
             Linnen
             of
             Egypt
             .
             Nor
             had
             I
             mentioned
             this
             ,
             Had
             it
             not
             been
             the
             perfect
             Mirror
             of
             your
             Honours
             own
             real
             story
             .
             Who
             must
             (
             as
             certainly
             )
             be
             devested
             from
             all
             your
             rich
             and
             gay
             coloured
             coats
             (
             that
             creates
             so
             great
             an
             Envy
             in
             the
             eyes
             of
             the
             world
             )
             though
             the
             particular
             Cognizances
             of
             your
             great
             Fathers
             kindness
             )
             and
             your
             desolate
             Bodies
             sent
             Captives
             into
             the
             dungeon
             of
             death
             .
             
             If
             therefore
             now
             ye
             shall
             carefully
             buckle
             on
             the
             secure
             Coat-Armour
             of
             faith
             ,
             and
             purity
             ,
             to
             fence
             your
             glorious
             souls
             from
             the
             repeated
             attempts
             ,
             this
             Egyptian
             strumpet
             ,
             the
             World
             ,
             shall
             make
             upon
             your
             Chastities
             .
             Then
             shall
             ye
             undoubtedly
             most
             triumphantly
             appear
             at
             the
             
               Resurrection
               of
               the
               Just
            
             .
             Cloathed
             with
             the
             bright
             rayes
             of
             your
             Saviours
             Righteousness
             ,
             and
             
               Shining
               as
               the
               Sun
               ,
               for
               ever
               and
               ever
               .
            
          
           
             But
             if
             (
             which
             God
             forbid
             )
             you
             shall
             suffer
             your
             Noble
             and
             more
             Sublimated
             Spirits
             to
             melt
             away
             in
             the
             Riots
             and
             Luxury
             of
             a
             meritorious
             bewitching
             World
             ,
             and
             this
             Circe
             to
             charm
             you
             into
             the
             killing
             slumbers
             of
             security
             and
             death
             ,
             should
             you
             pass
             into
             an
             ungrateful
             and
             slighting
             neglect
             of
             him
             whose
             goodness
             hath
             so
             deeply
             oblig'd
             you
             ,
             by
             the
             many
             rich
             demonstrations
             of
             his
             bounty
             and
             kindness
             ,
             then
             ,
             though
             you
             should
             here
             exalt
             your selves
             
               as
               the
               Eagle
            
             ,
             and
             
               Build
               your
               Nests
               among
               the
               Stars
            
             ;
             yet
             thence
             will
             God
             surely
             cast
             you
             down
             into
             Contempt
             ,
             and
             
               lay
               your
               Honour
               in
               the
               dust
               .
            
             Though
             the
             whole
             Creation
             ▪
             here
             be
             rifled
             for
             the
             furniture
             of
             your
             Tables
             ,
             though
             the
             
               Indian
               Rocks
            
             resign
             up
             their
             sparkling
             Diamonds
             ,
             to
             grace
             your
             Bosomes
             ,
             
             though
             you
             celebrate
             an
             uninterrupted
             Holy
             Day
             of
             Joy
             and
             Pleasure
             ,
             though
             the
             whole
             series
             of
             Life
             ,
             yet
             will
             a
             sawcy
             Disease
             very
             impudently
             intrude
             upon
             you
             ,
             and
             unpin
             the
             very
             foundations
             of
             all
             these
             Ravishing
             glories
             ,
             and
             tumble
             you
             into
             rottenness
             and
             the
             grave
             .
             The
             insolent
             Captain
             within
             ,
             will
             torture
             your
             unwilling
             ears
             with
             the
             dismal
             tydings
             of
             an
             approaching
             dissolution
             ,
             and
             Death
             it self
             will
             hardly
             be
             brib'd
             to
             the
             civility
             of
             giving
             Respite
             ,
             while
             you
             chaunt
             out
             Adrians
             dying
             Notes
             .
             
               O
               Animula
               ,
               blandula
               ,
               vagula
               ,
               quo
               nunc
               abibis
               !
            
             O
             my
             miserable
             darling
             soul
             ,
             into
             what
             shades
             art
             thou
             now
             passing
             ?
             This
             (
             Right
             Honourable
             )
             is
             the
             unavoidable
             Decree
             of
             Heaven
             ,
             and
             all
             the
             powers
             of
             Created
             strength
             and
             policy
             ,
             will
             never
             prevail
             to
             revoke
             it
             .
          
           
             Yet
             (
             while
             you
             live
             )
             it
             cannot
             but
             be
             some
             Regret
             to
             your
             Honours
             to
             see
             all
             the
             Badges
             of
             your
             Honourable
             Order
             so
             impudently
             invaded
             by
             the
             persons
             of
             the
             basest
             and
             most
             contemptible
             circumstances
             and
             condition
             .
             Each
             Ranter
             and
             Ruffian
             painting
             up
             himself
             into
             the
             most
             perfect
             hypocrisie
             of
             your
             Sate
             ,
             and
             hardly
             any
             thing
             wanting
             ,
             (
             save
             the
             
               Blew
               Ribbon
            
             and
             the
             George
             )
             to
             distinguish
             
             them
             from
             being
             Knights
             of
             the
             most
             Honourable
             Garter
             ,
             you
             'ld
             take
             them
             all
             to
             be
             Lords
             ,
             (
             as
             the
             Roman
             Senator
             appeared
             once
             to
             the
             Embassaduor
             to
             be
             no
             less
             than
             an
             Assembly
             of
             Kings
             )
             but
             that
             they
             have
             lost
             their
             Mannours
             and
             Manners
             together
             ;
             Envy
             would
             suggest
             ,
             as
             if
             the
             sparks
             of
             this
             Vanity
             had
             all
             proceeded
             from
             your
             palaces
             ,
             but
             alas
             ;
             every
             hand
             hath
             set
             the
             fire
             to
             his
             own
             Thatch
             ,
             that
             has
             scattered
             into
             this
             Universal
             conflagration
             .
             Pitty
             a
             distracted
             Nation
             that
             has
             borrowed
             your
             plumes
             to
             dress
             it self
             up
             to
             the
             Acting
             it's
             own
             Tragedy
             .
             The
             whole
             frantick
             Herd
             runing
             about
             with
             Gilded
             Horns
             ,
             and
             platted
             Manes
             ,
             presenting
             themselves
             to
             the
             Angry
             Deity
             for
             Sacrifice
             .
             'T
             is
             high
             time
             for
             you
             (
             ye
             Nobles
             )
             to
             put
             on
             your
             Sables
             ,
             while
             this
             mad
             Mummery
             is
             thus
             every
             where
             practised
             ,
             The
             whole
             Kingdome
             in
             masquerade
             ▪
             the
             distracted
             Mimmix
             of
             your
             Grandieur
             .
             Each
             pittiful
             fellow
             check-by-joleing
             it
             with
             your
             Lordships
             ,
             and
             every
             Mechanicks
             wife
             Apeing
             your
             high-born
             Ladies
             ,
             their
             heaps
             of
             Counterfeits
             not
             sweating
             for
             fear
             ,
             or
             shame
             to
             vie
             with
             the
             Richest
             Carcanets
             .
             Anciently
             Pearles
             were
             called
             Vshers
             ,
             because
             they
             made
             way
             for
             such
             as
             wore
             
             them
             ;
             now
             every
             Exchange-Wench
             is
             usher'd
             in
             by
             them
             into
             her
             stalls
             ,
             and
             while
             she
             calls
             to
             others
             to
             know
             
               what
               they
               Lack
            
             ,
             while
             her self
             lacks
             nothing
             to
             make
             her
             as
             fine
             as
             a
             Countess
             ,
             and
             stands
             there
             ,
             but
             to
             upbraid
             others
             wants
             .
             'T
             is
             a
             custome
             they
             say
             ,
             at
             the
             Creation
             of
             Knights
             of
             the
             Bath
             ,
             for
             the
             Kings
             Master-Cook
             to
             come
             forth
             ,
             and
             present
             his
             great
             Knife
             to
             the
             New-made
             Knights
             ,
             admonishing
             them
             to
             be
             Faithful
             and
             Valiant
             ,
             otherwise
             he
             threatens
             them
             ,
             that
             very
             Knife
             is
             prepar'd
             to
             cut
             off
             their
             Spurs
             .
             But
             here
             are
             such
             a
             multitude
             of
             Knights
             ,
             and
             Ladies
             of
             their
             own
             Creation
             ,
             behaving
             themselves
             so
             unworthy
             of
             that
             Dignity
             ,
             that
             the
             
               under
               Scullions
            
             of
             the
             Kitching
             ,
             would
             be
             tyred
             sufficiently
             with
             cutting
             off
             the
             combs
             of
             their
             Honour
             .
             And
             sure
             some
             sharp-edged
             Instrument
             or
             other
             ,
             must
             be
             whetted
             to
             do
             the
             Execution
             ,
             some
             severe
             Laws
             to
             crop
             off
             the
             Monsters
             head
             in
             time
             .
             Or
             't
             is
             to
             be
             feard
             ,
             God
             himself
             will
             take
             it
             into
             his
             own
             hands
             ,
             and
             make
             but
             bloody
             work
             among
             them
             .
          
           
             Thus
             having
             ended
             these
             necessary
             Caveats
             to
             take
             off
             any
             prejudice
             which
             might
             arise
             in
             great
             and
             innocent
             minds
             ,
             I
             shall
             now
             betake
             my self
             to
             those
             whom
             the
             
             guilt
             and
             danger
             does
             more
             immediately
             concern
             .
          
        
         
           
             To
             both
             City
             and
             Countrey
             .
          
           
             
               GOd
               who
               at
               sundry
               times
               ,
               and
               in
               divers
               manners
               ,
               hath
               spoken
               in
               times
               past
               to
               all
            
             Nations
             ,
             Kingsdoms
             ,
             and
             People
             ,
             as
             well
             by
             the
             
               Still
               Small
               Voice
            
             ,
             of
             his
             Mercies
             ,
             as
             by
             the
             direfull
             thunder
             of
             his
             Judgments
             ,
             hath
             in
             this
             present
             Age
             ,
             spoken
             to
             this
             sinfull
             Land
             ,
             in
             such
             terrible
             and
             astonishing
             accents
             as
             might
             well
             have
             prevail'd
             to
             startle
             and
             awaken
             the
             most
             drousie
             and
             secure
             People
             in
             the
             World
             that
             were
             not
             wholly
             expir'd
             in
             a
             mortal
             Lethargy
             ,
             and
             given
             over
             to
             the
             formidable
             judgment
             of
             an
             utter
             insencibility
             .
             'T
             is
             sign
             we
             are
             perfectly
             dead
             flesh
             ,
             that
             can
             suffer
             the
             many
             stroaks
             of
             Divine
             vengeance
             to
             be
             repeated
             on
             us
             so
             often
             without
             the
             least
             sense
             of
             reluctancy
             or
             groan
             ,
             the
             many
             stabbs
             from
             the
             Sword
             of
             Justice
             into
             our
             very
             bowels
             ,
             while
             we
             (
             like
             the
             late
             protestant-Martyrs
             Body
             )
             are
             so
             Stark
             and
             Stiff
             ,
             that
             no
             Tears
             or
             Blood
             bedew
             the
             Weapon
             that
             pierces
             us
             ,
             nothing
             alas
             issues
             from
             the
             wounds
             that
             are
             made
             into
             us
             .
             Whence
             is
             it
             ,
             and
             from
             what
             provocation
             
             (
             O
             ye
             unhappy
             Countrey-men
             )
             have
             we
             contracted
             this
             so
             perfect
             an
             obduration
             ,
             (
             the
             most
             infallible
             presage
             of
             our
             Ruine
             )
             ?
             have
             you
             not
             seen
             the
             
               Visions
               of
               the
               Prophet
            
             ,
             That
             incorrigible
             People
             (
             Once
             so
             dear
             and
             near
             unto
             God
             ,
             the
             very
             
               Apple
               of
               his
               Eye
            
             ,
             and
             
               dearly
               Beloved
               of
               his
               Soul
            
             )
             but
             a
             moment
             before
             their
             National
             Vis●tation
             and
             Ruine
             ,
             laugh
             in
             the
             Face
             of
             an
             afflicting
             God
             ,
             and
             bearing
             up
             themselves
             bravely
             under
             all
             the
             wounds
             of
             his
             Wrath
             ,
             and
             too
             cunningly
             baffling
             all
             the
             various
             Methods
             of
             his
             (
             unforcedly
             cruel
             )
             dispensations
             against
             them
             ?
             
               O
               Lord
               thou
               hast
               smitten
               them
               ,
               but
               they
               have
               not
               grieved
               ,
               thou
               hast
               consumed
               them
               ,
               but
               they
               have
               refused
               to
               receive
               correction
               ,
               they
               have
               made
               their
               faces
               harder
               than
               a
               Rock
               ,
               they
               have
               refused
               to
               return
               ?
            
             Let
             all
             mens
             Consciences
             witness
             ,
             whether
             ever
             the
             frame
             of
             Englands
             Spirit
             could
             have
             been
             pourtraied
             out
             to
             greater
             Life
             by
             another
             Pencil
             .
          
           
             One
             would
             prudently
             suppose
             ,
             it
             should
             be
             too
             late
             for
             Sin
             and
             Hell
             to
             play
             over
             again
             their
             old
             Games
             ,
             (
             now
             in
             this
             Rubbish
             Age
             of
             the
             World
             )
             while
             we
             see
             all
             the
             Earth
             almost
             to
             have
             been
             desolated
             into
             rubbish
             by
             their
             cruelty
             and
             fallacies
             .
             All
             the
             Nations
             and
             Kingdoms
             
             that
             were
             once
             Glorious
             ,
             to
             be
             thrown
             down
             into
             Destruction
             and
             Ruinous
             Heaps
             .
             The
             four
             great
             Monarchies
             of
             the
             Earth
             gobbled
             up
             by
             the
             Lyons
             that
             support
             the
             Throne
             of
             God's
             Justice
             .
             The
             fierceness
             of
             his
             Indignation
             burning
             up
             the
             
               Sanctuary
               of
               his
               Holiness
            
             ,
             and
             seizing
             on
             the
             Habitation
             of
             his
             Glory
             and
             Delight
             ,
             and
             his
             very
             People
             made
             an
             Hissing
             and
             a
             Reproach
             to
             the
             World.
             God
             for
             these
             
               five
               thousand
            
             years
             hath
             been
             scattering
             abroad
             the
             Arrows
             of
             his
             Rage
             ,
             
               hunting
               out
               after
               the
               Proud
               to
               humble
               them
               ,
               and
               treading
               down
               the
               wicked
               in
               their
               place
               ,
            
             Where
             they
             all
             lye
             his
             Prisoners
             in
             
               the
               dust
               together
               ,
               with
               their
               faces
               bound
               for
               destruction
               .
            
             And
             yet
             we
             wormes
             take
             no
             warning
             .
             Why
             ,
             open
             thine
             Eyes
             Reader
             ,
             and
             consider
             ,
             how
             many
             millions
             hath
             Sin
             and
             Judgment
             sent
             into
             the
             dungeons
             of
             darkness
             ,
             and
             thou
             art
             dancing
             on
             the
             very
             brink
             of
             the
             same
             precepice
             ,
             yet
             wilt
             not
             see
             it
             .
             No
             ,
             not
             though
             God
             has
             brought
             the
             Tragedies
             of
             Antiquity
             ,
             and
             Acted
             them
             over
             again
             at
             thine
             own
             door
             .
             Thou
             hast
             sent
             the
             Flames
             of
             Sodom
             ,
             burning
             up
             thine
             own
             House
             ,
             and
             the
             Pestilence
             of
             Egypt
             ,
             raging
             in
             thine
             own
             Streets
             .
             The
             silent
             murmurs
             of
             an
             
               Hundred
               Thousand
            
             Souls
             seeming
             to
             mutter
             
             out
             the
             frustrated
             end
             of
             their
             being
             lock'd
             up
             in
             darkness
             ,
             while
             there
             
               is
               so
               little
               profit
               in
               their
               Blood
            
             to
             the
             Living
             ,
             and
             the
             happiness
             is
             only
             to
             themselves
             ,
             in
             being
             delivered
             from
             plagues
             more
             infectious
             than
             those
             that
             destroyed
             them
             :
             And
             to
             this
             day
             the
             Sword
             of
             God
             reaching
             to
             the
             very
             soul
             .
             The
             Flames
             of
             his
             Wrath
             burning
             in
             the
             spirits
             of
             men
             ,
             ready
             to
             devour
             each
             other
             ,
             and
             enkindle
             the
             whole
             Kingdom
             into
             Flame
             ,
             while
             every
             one
             strives
             under
             the
             pretences
             of
             Religion
             ,
             which
             (
             in
             truth
             )
             is
             almost
             abandoned
             by
             all
             ,
             the
             Marrow
             and
             Fatness
             of
             it
             quite
             suck'd
             away
             ,
             while
             we
             are
             passionately
             quarrelling
             for
             the
             bone
             .
             And
             while
             those
             that
             profess
             ,
             say
             ,
             
               Here
               is
               Christ
            
             ;
             and
             others
             say
             ,
             
               Nay
               ,
               but
               He
               is
               there
               .
            
             The
             miserable
             prophane
             conclude
             ,
             he
             is
             no
             where
             .
             The
             very
             Life
             is
             lost
             in
             the
             contentions
             for
             the
             Form
             ,
             and
             the
             Substance
             is
             so
             farr
             from
             being
             embraced
             ,
             that
             the
             very
             Shadows
             are
             hated
             and
             persecuted
             by
             most
             .
             So
             little
             care
             taken
             for
             making
             up
             our
             Divisions
             ,
             that
             new
             Methods
             are
             dayly
             contrived
             to
             widen
             them
             .
             And
             while
             we
             are
             weakning
             one
             another
             ,
             the
             Enemy
             fortifyes
             himself
             against
             us
             all
             .
             Oh
             beloved
             Countrey-men
             !
             
               What
               shall
               we
               do
               to
               be
               saved
               ?
               
               Is
               there
               no
               Balm
               in
            
             Gilead
             ?
             Nor
             means
             to
             retrieve
             us
             ?
             shall
             we
             not
             at
             least
             go
             hand
             in
             hand
             ,
             and
             reconcile
             to
             prayers
             and
             tears
             ?
             shall
             we
             not
             weep
             together
             for
             deliverance
             ,
             without
             upbraiding
             each
             others
             drops
             ,
             as
             Hypocriticall
             ?
             Is
             not
             the
             Blessing
             ,
             a
             
               Common
               Salvation
            
             ,
             which
             we
             all
             so
             passionately
             long
             for
             ?
             do
             we
             hate
             each
             other
             to
             that
             Degree
             ,
             that
             some
             are
             contented
             to
             be
             miserable
             still
             ,
             that
             others
             may
             not
             be
             happy
             ?
             Is
             this
             the
             spirit
             of
             Love
             ?
             This
             the
             temper
             of
             the
             
             Gospel-Charity
             ?
             This
             the
             way
             to
             atone
             an
             incensed
             God
             ?
             who
             because
             our
             Spirits
             are
             burning
             in
             hatred
             ,
             is
             still
             enkindling
             the
             Flames
             of
             his
             Vengeance
             ,
             whose
             ashes
             ,
             because
             we
             will
             not
             lay
             them
             on
             our
             Heads
             ,
             God
             (
             ere
             they
             are
             quenched
             )
             lays
             them
             on
             our
             Habitations
             again
             ,
             and
             blows
             them
             up
             into
             fresh
             Fires
             ,
             and
             upon
             our
             breasts
             too
             to
             encrease
             the
             Coals
             there
             .
             Nay
             ,
             so
             far
             are
             we
             from
             thinking
             on
             Sackcloaths
             ,
             or
             treaties
             with
             God
             for
             forbearance
             ,
             so
             far
             from
             bending
             the
             stiffknee
             ,
             and
             lifting
             up
             the
             humble
             hand
             :
             That
             there
             is
             a
             danger
             in
             the
             very
             motion
             to
             it
             ,
             the
             very
             Exhortation
             to
             Repentance
             is
             maliciously
             construed
             into
             Sedition
             ,
             as
             a
             piece
             of
             Non-Conformity
             ,
             to
             the
             happiness
             and
             prosperity
             
             of
             the
             Age.
             As
             if
             Conversion
             to
             God
             were
             not
             the
             ready
             way
             to
             Establishment
             of
             peace
             .
             Come
             Reader
             ,
             before
             we
             breath
             in
             the
             Ayre
             ,
             and
             after
             we
             shall
             have
             ceas'd
             breathing
             here
             ,
             Will
             that
             maxime
             hold
             unanswerable
             in
             our
             Bibles
             ,
             
               There
               is
               no
               peace
               saith
               my
               God
               to
               the
               wicked
               .
            
             God
             saith
             so
             ,
             and
             he
             will
             make
             us
             all
             to
             know
             so
             !
             
               Hath
               He
               said
               it
               ,
               and
               will
               He
               not
               bring
               it
               to
               pass
               ?
            
             Let
             us
             lay
             down
             our
             pride
             ,
             our
             insolence
             ,
             our
             contempts
             of
             Judgments
             ,
             our
             abuse
             of
             names
             ,
             our
             cursed
             animosities
             ,
             our
             dreadful
             heart-burnings
             ,
             and
             bring
             our selves
             into
             a
             posture
             ,
             fit
             for
             Humiliation
             ,
             and
             return
             to
             God
             ,
             then
             may
             there
             be
             some
             hope
             indeed
             ;
             but
             without
             this
             ,
             God
             hath
             said
             it
             ,
             
               There
               is
               no
               peace
            
             .
             And
             a
             Mercy
             of
             Mercies
             it
             is
             ,
             that
             at
             such
             a
             time
             as
             this
             ,
             the
             Tongues
             of
             our
             Prophets
             do
             not
             
               cleave
               to
               the
               roof
               of
               their
               Mouths
               ,
            
             nor
             are
             Dumb.
             And
             He
             assure
             you
             ,
             some
             of
             them
             have
             
               cried
               aloud
            
             ,
             (
             Ezech.
             )
             and
             
               spared
               not
               ,
               yea
               have
               lift
               up
               their
               voice
               like
               a
               Trumpet
               ,
            
             and
             have
             not
             fear'd
             very
             roundly
             to
             shew
             the
             provocations
             of
             the
             Age
             :
             And
             the
             words
             that
             
               They
               have
               spoken
               shall
               Judg
               us
               at
               the
               last
               day
               .
            
             Instead
             of
             many
             ,
             I
             will
             instance
             but
             in
             two
             (
             and
             those
             indeed
             
               instar
               omnium
            
             )
             the
             very
             worthy
             and
             
             undaunted
             witnesses
             of
             God
             ,
             against
             all
             the
             cursed
             debaucheries
             ,
             that
             with
             such
             brazen
             fac'd
             impudence
             ,
             do
             spread
             and
             reign
             every
             where
             in
             the
             midst
             of
             us
             .
             And
             first
             ,
             Arise
             (
             thou
             
               Chariots
               of
            
             Israel
             ,
             
               &
               the
               Horsemen
               thereof
            
             )
             the
             Valiant
             and
             Magnanimous
             Bishop
             of
             Hereford
             ,
             (
             who
             in
             thy
             discourse
             to
             the
             Lords
             assembled
             in
             Parliament
             ,
             
               February
               4.
               (
               7
               3
               /
               4
               )
            
             from
             that
             above
             mentioned
             Text
             ,
             
               There
               is
               no
               peace
               to
               the
               Wicked
               )
            
             hast
             uttered
             these
             Words
             .
          
           
             
               Pag.
               17.
               
               Many
               complaints
               I
               heard
               abroad
               in
               the
               World
               ,
               but
               very
               little
               to
               the
               purpose
               ,
               not
               one
               of
               an
               hundred
               considers
               matters
               aright
               ,
               much
               less
               layes
               to
               heart
               the
               true
               cause
               of
               that
               whereof
               they
               complain
               .
               But
               shall
               I
               tell
               you
               the
               true
               Causes
               of
               our
               misery
               .
               We
               have
               made
               a
               League
               ,
               a
               most
               unfortunate
               evil
               League
               ;
               and
               we
               have
               made
               a
               War
               ,
               a
               most
               dangerous
               destructive
               War
               ;
               a
               League
               with
               Satan
               ,
               and
               a
               War
               with
               God
               :
               these
               are
               the
               radical
               causes
               of
               our
               destruction
               ,
               and
               unless
               rooted
               up
               ,
               will
               be
               our
               confusion
               .
               Not
               long
               since
               we
               lamented
               a
               Plague
               that
               destroy'd
               many
               thousands
               ;
               that
               ceased
               ,
               but
               our
               Sin
               ,
               the
               cause
               thereof
               ,
               that
               remained
               ;
               therefore
               another
               calamity
               ●oon
               followed
               :
               Then
               we
               lamented
               a
               great
               and
               dreadful
               Fire
               ,
               which
               consumed
               our
               Capital
               
               City
               ;
               that
               also
               ceased
               ,
               but
               Sin
               still
               remained
               .
               Then
               we
               lamented
               a
               dangerous
               War
               ,
               when
               our
               Enemies
               sayled
               up
               the
               River
               so
               near
               us
               ,
               that
               it
               struck
               a
               Terrour
               into
               the
               hearts
               of
               all
               :
               they
               likewise
               are
               gon
               ,
               Our
               Sin
               still
               remaines
               .
               So
               we
               go
               on
               lamenting
               one
               Calamity
               after
               another
               ,
               and
               labour
               still
               with
               might
               and
               main
               to
               redress
               the
               present
               grievance
               ,
               but
               the
               neglect
               the
               cause
               ,
               like
               men
               in
               a
               Feaver
               pain'd
               here
               ,
               and
               pain'd
               there
               ,
               we
               toss
               from
               side
               to
               side
               to
               find
               rest
               ;
               we
               call
               for
               this
               &
               that
               Drink
               to
               quench
               our
               thirst
               ,
               but
               all
               in
               vain
               ;
               the
               Feaver
               of
               Lust
               still
               burns
               in
               our
               Bowels
               ,
               and
               till
               this
               be
               cured
               ,
               no
               ease
               ,
               no
               rest
               to
               be
               had
               .
               (
               Again
               
                 Page
                 20.
              
               )
               The
               lusts
               of
               the
               Flesh
               are
               most
               horribly
               exorbitant
               in
               both
               the
               parts
               of
               it
               ,
               Voluptuousness
               of
               Diet
               ,
               and
               Lasciviousness
               of
               body
               .
               The
               business
               of
               Diet
               which
               formerly
               was
               the
               care
               and
               talk
               of
               Women
               to
               their
               Cooks
               ,
               and
               Caterers
               ,
               is
               now
               become
               the
               study
               and
               discourse
               of
               men
               ,
               even
               Gentry
               and
               Nobles
               ,
               whose
               Brains
               is
               sunck
               into
               their
               Guts
               ,
               and
               so
               are
               become
               very
               skillful
               in
               the
               Belly-science
               ;
               for
               they
               have
               invented
               Rarities
               never
               heard
               of
               in
               former
               Ages
               ,
               and
               are
               so
               early
               ripe
               in
               this
               Art
               ,
               that
               before
               they
               have
               studied
               Philosophy
               
               or
               Gramar
               ,
               they
               are
               Masters
               in
               the
               Art
               of
               Cookery
               .
               Nor
               are
               they
               less
               skilful
               in
               Drinks
               than
               Meats
               :
               and
               't
               is
               a
               thing
               adds
               much
               to
               their
               Reputation
               ,
               that
               there
               is
               not
               a
               sort
               of
               Wine
               growing
               in
               any
               part
               of
               
                 France
                 ,
                 Germany
                 ,
                 Spain
                 ,
                 Italy
                 ,
              
               but
               they
               have
               the
               particular
               name
               thereof
               more
               ready
               than
               their
               Creed
               or
               Pater-noster
               ,
               and
               will
               entertain
               you
               with
               a
               score
               at
               least
               in
               one
               Meal
               .
               (
               And
               
                 Page
                 22.
              
               )
               Thus
               having
               by
               the
               lust
               of
               Voluptuousness
               ,
               by
               curious
               and
               excessive
               Eating
               and
               Drinking
               ,
               procured
               the
               lust
               of
               Lasciviousness
               .
               They
               give
               themselves
               up
               to
               work
               all
               manner
               of
               uncleanness
               with
               Greediness
               ;
               Fornication
               ,
               and
               Adultery
               ,
               not
               only
               frequently
               acted
               in
               private
               ,
               but
               publickly
               owned
               .
               Men
               in
               the
               dark
               formerly
               sculk't
               into
               lewd
               houses
               ,
               and
               there
               had
               their
               revellings
               ;
               but
               now
               men
               ,
               Married
               men
               ,
               in
               the
               light
               ,
               bring
               into
               their
               own
               houses
               most
               lewd
               Strumpets
               ,
               feast
               and
               sport
               with
               them
               in
               the
               face
               of
               the
               Sun
               ;
               mean
               while
               their
               neglected
               ,
               scorned
               ,
               disconsolated
               wives
               ,
               are
               forced
               to
               retire
               to
               their
               secret
               Closets
               ,
               that
               they
               may
               not
               be
               spectators
               of
               those
               Abominations
               .
               And
               whoever
               doth
               not
               approve
               ,
               yea
               ,
               and
               practise
               such
               detestable
               wickedness
               ,
               whosoever
               
               is
               not
               a
               Devil
               incarnate
               ,
               is
               reproached
               by
               these
               as
               a
               devillish
               Hypocrite
               :
               
                 (
                 O
                 incomparable
                 Bishop
                 ,
                 never
                 so
                 great
                 a
                 Truth
                 spoken
                 !
                 )
              
               for
               they
               have
               totally
               quenched
               the
               light
               of
               the
               Spirit
               in
               their
               nasty
               pudle
               of
               uncleaness
               ,
               they
               have
               so
               feared
               their
               consciences
               with
               burning
               Lust
               ;
               they
               have
               so
               Metamorphosed
               themselves
               into
               Lascivious
               Goats
               ,
               as
               they
               have
               no
               more
               belief
               of
               God
               in
               them
               ,
               than
               these
               natural
               Bruite
               Beasts
               ,
               and
               so
               conclude
               .
               The
               rest
               of
               men
               have
               no
               more
               conscience
               or
               belief
               of
               God
               than
               themselves
               ,
               and
               that
               all
               their
               seeming
               pity
               is
               meer
               Hypocrisy
               ,
               and
               cunning
               designe
               for
               some
               advantage
               .
               
                 (
                 Reader
                 ,
                 thank
                 God
                 for
                 so
                 faithful
                 a
                 witness
                 .
                 )
              
               And
               by
               such
               scornful
               reproaches
               on
               one
               hand
               ,
               and
               enticeing
               allurements
               on
               the
               other
               ,
               they
               gain
               many
               Associates
               ,
               who
               have
               not
               the
               courage
               to
               resist
               the
               one
               ,
               nor
               constancy
               to
               withstand
               the
               other
               ;
               by
               which
               meanes
               Lewdness
               and
               Atheisme
               are
               strangely
               increased
               in
               Court
               ,
               City
               ,
               and
               Country
               .
               How
               far
               some
               Grandees
               of
               the
               Nation
               have
               been
               a
               Countenance
               and
               incouragement
               to
               Inferiours
               ,
               is
               so
               visible
               ,
               there
               needs
               no
               discourse
               to
               shew
               it
               .
            
             
               
                 (
                 Page
                 25.
              
               )
               We
               are
               grown
               so
               irreligiously
               
               civil
               in
               this
               Age
               ,
               that
               it
               passes
               for
               Incivility
               if
               any
               one
               offer
               to
               reprove
               ,
               or
               so
               much
               as
               frown
               ;
               nay
               ,
               if
               you
               do
               not
               shew
               some
               complaisance
               ,
               and
               smile
               at
               their
               lewd
               prophane
               discourses
               .
               
                 (
                 Page
                 27.
              
               )
               Come
               now
               you
               that
               wou'd
               pass
               for
               Noble
               and
               good
               natur'd
               men
               ,
               come
               you
               sweet
               natur'd
               and
               tender-hearted
               women
               ,
               consider
               well
               I
               pray
               you
               with
               me
               ,
               what
               shall
               we
               think
               of
               this
               our
               foul
               sinful
               and
               hateful
               behaviour
               towards
               our
               blessed
               Saviour
               Jesus
               Christ
               .
               Let
               us
               lay
               aside
               our
               gorgeous
               Apparrel
               ,
               all
               our
               splended
               Pomp
               &
               Vanity
               .
               And
               totally
               humble
               our selves
               inside
               and
               outside
               ,
               all
               Gallantry
               must
               be
               put
               off
               ,
               Sackcloth
               put
               on
               ;
               we
               must
               mortify
               our
               carnal
               beastial
               Lust
               ,
               and
               let
               our
               Eyes
               brake
               forth
               into
               fountains
               of
               tears
               ,
               to
               wash
               away
               the
               lothsom
               filth
               thereof
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
           
             Now
             judg
             Reader
             ,
             whether
             God
             hath
             left
             himself
             without
             witnesses
             ,
             shall
             not
             these
             words
             Pass
             as
             good
             Evidence
             to
             the
             confusion
             of
             such
             as
             
               go
               on
               still
               in
               their
               trespasses
               ?
            
             But
             because
             every
             Truth
             is
             established
             in
             the
             mouth
             of
             two
             or
             three
             ,
             let
             us
             adjoyn
             another
             to
             him
             as
             Nobly
             
               Valiant
               for
               the
               Truth
               ,
               and
               zealous
            
             for
             the
             Glory
             of
             his
             God
             as
             himself
             .
             The
             Right
             
             Reverend
             Bishop
             of
             Salisbury
             ,
             who
             in
             this
             Apostatizing
             Age
             ,
             wherein
             we
             have
             made
             so
             Universal
             a
             revolt
             from
             God's
             Covenant
             ,
             and
             all
             Goodness
             ,
             hath
             thus
             Valiantly
             born
             his
             Testimony
             against
             the
             Villanies
             of
             the
             Kingdomes
             ,
             in
             that
             Noble
             Sermon
             of
             his
             ,
             from
             
               [
               2
               Kings
               6.
               ult
               .
               ]
               This
               Evil
               is
               of
               the
               Lord
               ,
               wherefore
               should
               I
               wait
               for
               the
               Lord
               any
               Longer
               ?
            
             &c.
             (
             preached
             also
             before
             the
             Lords
             in
             the
             same
             place
             ,
             and
             but
             a
             month
             before
             the
             former
             )
             .
             —
             Page
             10.
             he
             raises
             this
             observation
             
               (
               viz
               )
               The
               most
               wicked
               and
               most
               Distemper'd
               Sinners
               are
               forced
               sometimes
               to
               acknowledg
               the
               hand
               of
               God
               in
               the
               dispensation
               of
               his
               Judgments
               .
            
             Tho
          
           
             
               
                 (
                 Page
                 12
              
               )
               they
               devote
               themselves
               to
               profaneness
               and
               debauchery
               ,
               enter
               themselves
               in
               the
               Academy
               of
               Athism
               and
               irreligion
               ,
               become
               very
               hard
               Studients
               in
               the
               Schools
               of
               Ryoting
               and
               Drunkenness
               ,
               of
               Chambering
               and
               Wantonness
               ,
               of
               Hectoring
               and
               Ranting
               :
               frequent
               the
               Brothels
               and
               the
               Stage
               :
               yet
               all
               this
               will
               not
               serve
               their
               turns
               ,
               when
               the
               hand
               of
               God
               is
               lifted
               up
               ,
               though
               they
               will
               not
               see
               ,
               yet
               they
               shall
               see
               and
               be
               afraid
               ,
               —
               Page
               25.
               —
               Come
               then
               in
               the
               Name
               of
               God
               ,
               let
               us
               reason
               a
               while
               together
               :
               hath
               this
               been
               the
               case
               of
               Joram
               ,
               (
               of
               whom
               we
               have
               been
               speaking
               )
               ?
               
               and
               is
               it
               not
               the
               case
               of
               us
               ?
               Plainly
               !
               was
               it
               only
               the
               case
               of
               that
               King
               of
               Israel
               ,
               and
               is
               it
               not
               the
               case
               of
               this
               Kingdom
               of
               
                 England
                 ?
                 (
                 Page
                 27
              
               )
               That
               a
               novel
               and
               upstart
               Common-Wealth
               of
               a
               Nation
               
                 (
                 He
                 means
                 the
                 Dutch
              
               )
               lately
               feeble
               and
               poor
               ,
               whyning
               and
               submissive
               ,
               should
               Arrive
               at
               the
               ungrateful
               boldness
               to
               provoke
               a
               powerful
               and
               mighty
               Kingdom
               ,
               that
               they
               should
               be
               permitted
               to
               disappoint
               and
               baffle
               their
               strongest
               preparations
               ,
               and
               come
               to
               such
               an
               height
               ,
               as
               to
               endeavour
               to
               fix
               upon
               them
               Marks
               and
               Characters
               of
               perpetual
               ignomy
               and
               dishonour
               .
            
             
               That
               a
               spark
               should
               kindle
               in
               a
               corner
               ,
               and
               should
               be
               permitted
               to
               destroy
               all
               the
               stately
               Palaces
               ,
               publick
               Buildings
               ,
               and
               Venerable
               Churches
               ,
               in
               one
               of
               the
               most
               considerable
               Cities
               in
               the
               VVorld
               ,
               besides
               
                 Twelve
                 Thousand
              
               private
               Habitations
               ;
               certainly
               this
               evil
               is
               from
               the
               Lord
               ,
               that
               after
               we
               have
               seen
               the
               end
               of
               the
               Lord
               ,
               the
               vengeance
               of
               God
               so
               signally
               executed
               upon
               the
               Principle
               Authors
               ,
               Actors
               ,
               and
               promoters
               (
               of
               his
               late
               Majesties
               Death
               )
               
                 (
                 Page
                 29
              
               )
               matters
               should
               be
               brought
               to
               that
               pass
               ,
               that
               some
               should
               fear
               ,
               and
               others
               hope
               ,
               that
               the
               Monarchy
               of
               England
               ,
               and
               that
               Religion
               ,
               
               and
               those
               Laws
               ,
               and
               the
               very
               persons
               which
               uphold
               it
               ,
               should
               now
               be
               abandoned
               ;
               and
               that
               the
               great
               Interest
               of
               Religion
               and
               Government
               should
               be
               delivered
               up
               into
               the
               hands
               of
               the
               Irish
               or
               English
               Papists
               ,
               the
               Scotch
               or
               English
               Covenanters
               ,
               or
               other
               Sectaries
               .
               Are
               not
               all
               these
               things
               strange
               and
               wonderful
               in
               our
               Eyes
               ?
               is
               not
               the
               hand
               of
               God
               to
               be
               seen
               clearly
               in
               all
               this
               ?
               —
               Let
               us
               now
               see
               the
               National
               behaviour
               ,
               when
               these
               Judgments
               have
               been
               so
               many
               ,
               so
               grievous
               ,
               so
               visible
               ,
               have
               the
               Inhabitants
               of
               the
               Land
               learned
               Righteousness
               ?
               have
               they
               prevailed
               upon
               us
               to
               break
               off
               our
               sins
               by
               Repentance
               ,
               or
               to
               continue
               in
               them
               ,
               and
               encrease
               them
               with
               a
               brisker
               and
               sturdier
               Resolution
               ?
               Instead
               of
               being
               a
               Religious
               and
               Praying
               people
               ,
               are
               we
               not
               become
               an
               Atheistical
               and
               Blaspheaming
               people
               ?
               Instead
               of
               a
               sober
               &
               fasting
               people
               ,
               are
               we
               not
               become
               a
               roitous
               &
               a
               drunken
               people
               ?
               Instead
               of
               being
               a
               chast
               and
               modest
               ,
               a
               meek
               and
               humble
               ,
               a
               gentle
               and
               composed
               people
               ,
               are
               we
               not
               become
               a
               shameless
               and
               immodest
               ,
               a
               ranting
               and
               tearing
               ,
               an
               hectoring
               and
               God-damning
               People
               ?
               Insteed
               of
               turning
               to
               the
               Lord
               with
               all
               our
               hearts
               ,
               with
               fasting
               ,
               weeping
               ,
               and
               mourning
               
               for
               our
               sins
               ,
               have
               not
               we
               turned
               from
               him
               with
               all
               our
               hearts
               ;
               and
               with
               laughing
               ,
               and
               with
               scoffing
               ,
               and
               with
               jeering
               at
               all
               Humiliation
               ,
               Devotion
               and
               Religion
               ?
               
                 [
                 Page
                 32.
              
               ]
               My
               Commission
               reaches
               to
               those
               who
               have
               called
               me
               hither
               ,
               and
               I
               hope
               they
               will
               not
               be
               offended
               at
               me
               ,
               
                 (
                 If
                 they
                 be
                 ,
                 't
                 is
                 no
                 great
                 matter
                 ,
                 sure
                 I
                 am
                 God
                 is
                 well
                 enough
                 pleased
                 ,
                 and
                 therefore
                 ,
                 (
                 Reverend
                 man
                 of
                 God
                 )
                 let
                 us
                 hear
                 it
                 all
                 out
                 .
                 )
              
               I
               take
               therefore
               the
               boldness
               in
               the
               Name
               of
               God
               ,
               and
               our
               King
               and
               Countrey
               ,
               to
               enquire
               of
               my self
               and
               those
               that
               brought
               me
               hither
               ,
               Whether
               we
               also
               have
               not
               fallen
               into
               the
               way
               of
               Joram
               ?
               VVhether
               we
               can
               wash
               our
               hands
               of
               the
               Universal
               irreligion
               and
               debauchery
               which
               seems
               to
               have
               overspread
               the
               Land
               ?
               
                 [
                 Page
                 34
              
               ]
               There
               is
               one
               thing
               I
               find
               my self
               obliged
               plainly
               ,
               and
               clearly
               ,
               to
               lay
               before
               your
               Lordships
               ,
               and
               it
               is
               this
               .
               —
            
             
               That
               (
               as
               sure
               as
               there
               is
               a
               God
               in
               Heaven
               ,
               a
               Lord
               that
               is
               higher
               than
               your
               Lordships
               :
               As
               sure
               as
               Christ
               is
               now
               sitting
               at
               his
               right
               hand
               ;
               As
               sure
               as
               holy
               men
               of
               old
               ,
               the
               Prophets
               and
               Apostles
               were
               inspired
               by
               the
               Holy
               Ghost
               )
               If
               we
               do
               not
               speedily
               break
               out
               of
               this
               way
               of
               Joram
               :
               If
               we
               do
               not
               our
               utmost
               
               to
               redeem
               and
               rescue
               the
               Kingdom
               from
               it
               ,
               
                 This
                 our
                 Iniquities
                 will
                 be
                 our
                 Ruin.
              
               That
               if
               after
               so
               many
               loud
               Calls
               to
               Religion
               ,
               and
               Virtue
               ,
               we
               shall
               resolvedly
               go
               on
               in
               the
               wayes
               of
               Irreligion
               and
               Debauchery
               .
               Or
               ,
               if
               we
               shall
               not
               do
               our
               utmost
               for
               the
               Erraducation
               of
               them
               ,
               We
               must
               expect
               a
               sure
               and
               swift
               destruction
               .
               Wherefore
               return
               now
               o
               Shunamite
               !
               Return
               .
               Arise
               and
               bethink
               your selves
               ,
               Men
               ,
               Brethren
               ,
               and
               Fathers
               .
               Oh
               ye
               wise
               and
               honourable
               among
               the
               People
               ,
               consult
               and
               consider
               !
               What
               shall
               we
               do
               that
               the
               blood
               of
               of
               Jesus
               may
               speak
               better
               things
               for
               us
               than
               the
               blood
               of
               the
               Righteous
               Royal
               Martyr
               ?
               what
               shall
               we
               do
               to
               be
               saved
               from
               Ruin
               and
               Destruction
               ?
               wherefore
               let
               us
               trifle
               no
               more
               ,
               let
               us
               sin
               no
               more
               ,
               let
               us
               fool
               no
               more
               ,
               lest
               we
               fall
               and
               perish
               under
               the
               condemnation
               of
               Joram
               .
            
          
           
             Go
             your
             wayes
             and
             Dye
             ,
             lay
             down
             your
             Sacred
             heads
             with
             peace
             and
             comfort
             ,
             
               (
               Oh
               ye
               faithful
               and
               excellent
               Bishops
               !
               )
            
             in
             that
             ye
             have
             so
             fully
             discharged
             your
             Consciences
             in
             standing
             up
             for
             God
             and
             his
             holy
             Religion
             ,
             and
             done
             what
             you
             could
             towards
             the
             setting
             some
             bounds
             ,
             &
             giving
             check
             to
             the
             deluge
             of
             prophanness
             that
             is
             broken
             in
             upon
             us
             .
             I
             will
             not
             dishonour
             
             these
             incomparable
             Persons
             ,
             by
             adding
             any
             more
             to
             strengthen
             the
             Testimony
             they
             have
             given
             against
             that
             General
             Wickedness
             ,
             my
             business
             calling
             me
             rather
             this
             time
             to
             Arraign
             a
             particular
             Vice
             ,
             that
             is
             the
             very
             Mother
             and
             Nurse
             of
             all
             the
             rest
             ,
             and
             that
             is
             Pride
             ;
             yet
             will
             I
             adventure
             here
             to
             subjoyne
             one
             short
             observation
             of
             a
             Bishop
             too
             ,
             Whose
             words
             will
             evidence
             for
             him
             the
             Integrity
             of
             his
             heart
             towards
             God
             in
             the
             late
             Age
             wherein
             he
             lived
             .
             The
             Learned
             Bishop
             Downeham
             in
             a
             Sermon
             at
             the
             Spittle
             (
             called
             
               Abrahams
               Tryal
               ,
            
             )
             Thus
             complains
             .
          
           
             In
             these
             times
             the
             Godly
             live
             among
             such
             a
             Generation
             of
             men
             ,
             As
             that
             if
             a
             man
             do
             but
             Labour
             to
             Keep
             a
             good
             Conscience
             in
             any
             measure
             ,
             although
             he
             meddle
             not
             with
             matters
             of
             State
             ,
             or
             Discipline
             ,
             or
             Ceremonies
             :
             As
             for
             example
             ,
             if
             a
             Minister
             diligently
             preach
             ,
             or
             in
             his
             preaching
             seek
             to
             profit
             rather
             than
             please
             (
             remembring
             the
             saying
             of
             the
             Apostle
             ;
             If
             I
             seek
             to
             please
             men
             ,
             I
             am
             not
             the
             Servant
             of
             God
             ,
             
               Gal.
               1.
               10.
            
             )
             Or
             if
             a
             Private
             Christian
             make
             Conscience
             of
             Swearing
             ,
             Sanctifing
             the
             Sabbath
             ,
             frequenting
             Sermons
             ,
             or
             abstain
             from
             the
             Common
             corruption
             of
             the
             times
             ,
             he
             shall
             straitwayes
             be
             condemned
             for
             a
             
             Purtian
             ,
             and
             consequently
             be
             less
             favoured
             ,
             than
             either
             a
             carnal
             Gospeller
             ,
             or
             a
             close
             Papist
             .
             I
             shall
             leave
             the
             application
             of
             this
             note
             to
             the
             Reader
             to
             make
             it
             as
             he
             pleases
             .
          
           
             When
             Luther
             began
             to
             preach
             against
             the
             Popes
             pardons
             ,
             a
             friend
             of
             his
             counselled
             him
             thus
             ;
             
               As
               good
               hold
               your
               tongue
               ,
               the
               Custom
               is
               so
               strong
               ,
               you
               will
               do
               no
               good
               :
               Get
               you
               into
               your
            
             Study
             
               and
               Pray
               ,
               Domine
               Miserere
               Mei
               ,
            
             and
             get
             you
             no
             anger
             .
             So
             methinks
             while
             I
             undertake
             a
             discourse
             against
             Pride
             ,
             and
             the
             fooleries
             of
             women
             especially
             ,
             that
             are
             rivited
             into
             their
             Nature
             ,
             and
             have
             gotten
             sure
             hold
             in
             their
             hearts
             (
             besides
             the
             plea
             of
             possession
             out
             of
             mind
             )
             I
             were
             as
             good
             hold
             my
             peace
             ,
             for
             all
             will
             be
             to
             no
             purpose
             .
             But
             
               Jacta
               est
               Alea.
            
             Let
             the
             Die
             run
             as
             it
             will
             ,
             't
             is
             good
             to
             let
             them
             see
             their
             folly
             however
             .
          
           
             I
             have
             often
             wondred
             why
             the
             Learned
             Fathers
             ,
             
               (
               Tertullian
            
             ,
             St.
             Cyprian
             ,
             St.
             Jerome
             ,
             St.
             Austin
             ,
             These
             Especially
             ,
             and
             some
             other
             )
             have
             bent
             their
             Pens
             so
             vehemently
             against
             the
             Pride
             and
             Vanity
             of
             womens
             Attyre
             ,
             writing
             whole
             Tracts
             and
             long
             discourses
             about
             them
             ,
             when
             now
             't
             is
             so
             perfectly
             out
             of
             fashion
             to
             deal
             upon
             these
             subjects
             ,
             and
             our
             Pulpits
             so
             generally
             
             silent
             ,
             as
             scarce
             a
             Reproof
             can
             be
             heard
             in
             a
             year
             :
             Is
             it
             because
             this
             Sin
             is
             reform'd
             ,
             and
             our
             Ladyes
             now
             a
             dayes
             grown
             more
             Modest
             and
             Christian
             ,
             and
             so
             not
             properly
             taxable
             of
             the
             Vice
             ?
             Ah
             no!
             I
             trow
             ,
             our
             Enquire
             will
             find
             them
             ten
             times
             more
             guilty
             than
             ever
             were
             those
             in
             the
             Fathers
             dayes
             ;
             Or
             what
             ?
             have
             we
             not
             so
             great
             a
             Kindness
             and
             Zeal
             to
             the
             Women
             as
             they
             ?
             and
             do
             we
             abate
             in
             care
             to
             their
             Souls
             ?
             I
             pray
             God
             we
             have
             not
             too
             great
             a
             Kindness
             to
             them
             ,
             for
             which
             they
             will
             Curse
             us
             another
             day
             .
             But
             when
             I
             hear
             St.
             Jerome
             so
             earnestly
             protesting
             to
             Demetrias
             ,
             that
             no
             
               Rayment
               ,
               Ornament
            
             ,
             or
             Habit
             whatsoever
             would
             be
             acceptable
             to
             Christ
             ,
             but
             what
             she
             made
             with
             her
             own
             hands
             ,
             either
             for
             her
             own
             use
             ,
             or
             to
             give
             unto
             her
             Grand-Mother
             ,
             or
             Mother
             ;
             Exhorting
             her
             therefore
             that
             to
             eschew
             Idleness
             (
             having
             performed
             her
             devotion
             )
             she
             shall
             take
             in
             hand
             her
             Flax
             and
             Spindle
             ,
             (
             as
             Dorcas
             )
             the
             better
             to
             pass
             the
             day
             away
             ,
             and
             dress
             up
             her self
             in
             the
             Cloth
             of
             her
             own
             Spinning
             (
             and
             yet
             this
             Demetrias
             ,
             a
             Lady
             of
             Fortune
             and
             Quality
             )
             I
             cannot
             but
             reflect
             on
             the
             idleness
             of
             our
             women
             ,
             who
             would
             huff
             St.
             Jerome
             (
             were
             he
             now
             alive
             )
             for
             the
             advice
             that
             should
             engage
             them
             to
             so
             tiresome
             
             a
             work
             ;
             the
             good
             Father
             must
             excuse
             them
             ,
             these
             have
             somthing
             else
             to
             do
             than
             to
             Spend
             those
             tedious
             hours
             in
             so
             dull
             an
             Employ
             .
             Yet
             I
             remember
             a
             Note
             of
             Bishop
             Babington
             [
             upon
             
               Gen.
               24.
               13.
            
             ]
             Where
             the
             Great
             
               Rebeccah
               came
               out
               with
               her
               Pitcher
               upon
               her
               shoulder
               to
               draw
               water
               —
               See
               (
               saith
               he
               )
               the
               simplicity
               and
               Plaineness
               of
               those
               dayes
               in
               the
               Education
               of
               their
               daughters
               ;
               I
               beseech
               you
               ,
               where
               were
               those
               Golden
               ,
               Silken
               ,
               Pearled
               ,
               Idle
               Dames
               that
               our
               dayes
               yield
               ,
               when
               Water-Pots
               ,
               and
               Sheep-Hookes
               ,
               were
               thought
               no
               hurter
               of
               womens
               hands
               ,
               by
               the
               very
               Parents
               themselves
               :
            
             Nay
             ,
             Eliezer
             who
             was
             there
             arrived
             to
             fetch
             her
             away
             to
             be
             Wife
             to
             the
             best
             Heir
             then
             in
             the
             World
             ,
             was
             so
             farr
             from
             liking
             her
             the
             worse
             ,
             that
             it
             was
             the
             onely
             thing
             that
             recommended
             her
             to
             his
             Choice
             ,
             and
             the
             Woman
             that
             could
             be
             so
             courteous
             and
             humble
             to
             draw
             water
             for
             himself
             and
             his
             Camels
             ,
             would
             infallably
             make
             the
             best
             house
             wife
             for
             Isaack
             :
             When
             now
             ,
             poor
             Girles
             surprised
             in
             an
             unperfect
             dress
             ,
             or
             a
             foul
             pair
             of
             Gloves
             ,
             are
             ready
             to
             sink
             down
             with
             fear
             and
             shame
             as
             if
             that
             were
             enough
             to
             brake
             off
             the
             match
             ,
             not
             considering
             how
             far
             they
             impose
             on
             the
             folly
             &
             indiscretion
             of
             such
             Addressers
             ,
             who
             should
             respect
             more
             the
             outward
             
             Niceties
             ,
             than
             the
             inward
             Virtues
             ,
             and
             Court
             rather
             the
             Cloaths
             than
             the
             Woman
             ;
             when
             yet
             there
             is
             not
             the
             least
             pin
             stuck
             into
             head
             or
             heart
             towards
             a
             preparation
             for
             a
             better
             Husband
             who
             has
             told
             them
             beforehand
             that
             he
             will
             come
             when
             they
             little
             think
             on
             't
             ,
             and
             commanded
             them
             therefore
             to
             be
             
               alwayes
               Ready
            
             ,
             lest
             they
             be
             surprized
             by
             Him
             too
             ,
             and
             found
             in
             such
             a
             pickle
             as
             will
             make
             him
             abhor
             them
             for
             ever
             .
             Indeed
             Tertullian
             hath
             advized
             them
             to
             more
             wit
             ,
             when
             he
             tells
             them
             ,
             that
             if
             they
             would
             
               dress
               them
               in
               the
               Silk
               of
               Sincerity
               ,
               the
               Sattin
               of
               Sanctity
               ,
               and
               the
               Purple
               of
               Modesty
               ,
            
             God
             
               himself
               would
               not
               fail
               to
               be
               a
               Suitor
               to
               them
               .
            
             Sir
             
               Thomas
               Moore
            
             once
             seeing
             a
             young
             Lady
             tricked
             up
             in
             the
             most
             excessive
             Curiosity
             of
             Attire
             ,
             (
             and
             I
             was
             surpriz'd
             when
             I
             found
             that
             Cornelius
             a
             Lapide
             in
             his
             Comment
             on
             Timothy
             ,
             has
             gotten
             the
             story
             by
             the
             end
             )
             Mistress
             ,
             saith
             he
             ,
             
               vnless
               God
               give
               you
               Hell
               for
               all
               this
               Pains
               and
               Labour
               of
               Dress
               ;
               Verily
               He
               will
               do
               you
               great
               Injury
               .
            
             But
             what
             said
             Old
             
               Plautus
               ,
               A
               Woman
               and
            
             a
             
               Ship
               are
               never
               sufficiently
               rigg'd
               up
               :
            
             therefore
             ,
             said
             he
             ,
             if
             any
             
               Man
               want
               work
               or
               business
               for
               his
               mony
               ,
               Let
               him
               get
               him
               a
               Ship
               or
            
             a
             Wife
             .
             Yet
             Plutarch
             tells
             us
             ,
             that
             Phocian
             (
             the
             Athenian
             General
             )
             was
             Singularly
             
             happy
             in
             this
             ,
             who
             when
             a
             great
             Lady
             of
             Jonia
             came
             to
             Athens
             to
             pass
             a
             visit
             on
             her
             ,
             and
             shew'd
             her
             all
             the
             Rich
             Jewels
             ,
             and
             Precious
             stones
             of
             her
             Cabinet
             ;
             But
             saith
             this
             Lady
             ,
             
               All
               my
               Riches
               ,
               and
               Jewels
               ,
               is
               my
               Husband
               Phocion
               .
            
             Indeed
             those
             Athenians
             were
             a
             politick
             People
             ,
             and
             car'd
             very
             little
             that
             their
             women
             should
             bare
             away
             the
             spoiles
             of
             their
             Estate
             ,
             who
             therefore
             had
             Officers
             on
             purpose
             who
             were
             to
             order
             the
             Apparrel
             for
             women
             ,
             and
             to
             take
             care
             that
             no
             one
             might
             wear
             any
             thing
             unbecoming
             her
             Place
             or
             Degree
             ,
             and
             these
             were
             called
             Gyneconomi
             .
             A
             Committee
             that
             sate
             on
             the
             Female
             affayrs
             ,
             to
             keep
             them
             in
             due
             Moderation
             and
             Order
             .
             Very
             much
             wanted
             in
             England
             .
             The
             like
             Power
             had
             the
             Ephori
             to
             correct
             the
             Spartan
             Extravagancies
             ,
             and
             I
             confess
             the
             Laws
             of
             Licurgus
             (
             for
             youth
             especially
             )
             were
             so
             choice
             and
             remarkable
             ,
             that
             the
             very
             reading
             of
             them
             would
             make
             us
             reflect
             on
             our
             own
             impudencies
             ,
             when
             (
             as
             my
             Author
             tells
             me
             )
             the
             very
             young
             men
             of
             the
             City
             were
             reduced
             to
             so
             high
             a
             degree
             of
             Civility
             and
             Modesty
             ,
             that
             passing
             through
             the
             Streets
             on
             their
             Lawful
             Occasions
             ,
             they
             would
             wrap
             themselves
             up
             in
             their
             Cloaks
             ,
             not
             stand
             prating
             to
             every
             one
             they
             met
             ,
             nor
             
               Gaze
               
               up
               and
               down
            
             ,
             but
             kept
             their
             very
             eyes
             fixt
             upon
             the
             ground
             ;
             by
             which
             means
             ,
             in
             a
             while
             ,
             the
             masculine
             Sex
             excelled
             in
             all
             bashfulness
             and
             gravity
             ,
             the
             very
             choicest
             perfections
             of
             the
             Feminine
             .
             Their
             Voices
             were
             no
             more
             heard
             ,
             than
             if
             they
             had
             been
             Statues
             of
             Stone
             ,
             neither
             were
             the
             young
             Damosels
             more
             chast
             in
             their
             Chambers
             ,
             than
             were
             those
             young
             men
             as
             they
             walked
             in
             the
             Streets
             .
             And
             does
             not
             this
             make
             thee
             blush
             ,
             Reader
             ,
             to
             consider
             ,
             the
             Rudeness
             ,
             the
             Incivility
             ,
             the
             Insolence
             ,
             the
             the
             Wild
             and
             Immodest
             Gestures
             ,
             and
             Deportment
             not
             of
             the
             Males
             only
             in
             our
             City
             ,
             but
             the
             Loosness
             ,
             the
             Staring
             and
             Gaping
             ,
             the
             Idle
             and
             Dissolute
             Carriage
             of
             the
             very
             Virgins
             and
             Young
             Ladies
             who
             set
             themselves
             out
             on
             purpose
             to
             be
             pick't
             up
             ,
             and
             Gaz'd
             on
             ,
             and
             turn
             their
             back
             upon
             every
             passenger
             ,
             as
             it
             were
             to
             tell
             him
             they
             are
             freely
             at
             his
             service
             .
             Not
             to
             speak
             now
             of
             the
             swarmes
             of
             these
             execrable
             prostitutes
             (
             the
             Plagues
             of
             the
             Town
             )
             that
             have
             every
             Night
             their
             several
             walks
             and
             appartments
             to
             ply
             in
             ;
             you
             may
             find
             them
             as
             Solomon
             sayes
             ,
             not
             in
             the
             
               Corner
               of
               the
               Streets
            
             onely
             ,
             but
             thick
             in
             the
             very
             midst
             of
             them
             ,
             and
             turning
             the
             whole
             City
             into
             a
             Stews
             .
             It
             were
             well
             if
             the
             like
             dispatch
             of
             some
             Ship-Loads
             
             of
             them
             were
             made
             to
             the
             Forraign
             Plantations
             ,
             as
             in
             the
             time
             of
             the
             Usurper
             there
             was
             .
             And
             these
             too
             ,
             glittering
             as
             so
             many
             Stars
             all
             over
             in
             the
             sparkles
             of
             St.
             Martins
             ,
             the
             proper
             Lawful
             Dress
             of
             their
             Trade
             by
             the
             
             Lacedemonian-Law
             ,
             who
             allowed
             none
             of
             these
             Gayities
             to
             any
             but
             VVhores
             .
          
           
             Nor
             can
             I
             but
             mention
             another
             most
             profitable
             Law
             of
             Licurgus
             ,
             who
             ordain'd
             ,
             that
             the
             young
             men
             of
             Sparta
             should
             have
             frequent
             meetings
             in
             some
             publick
             place
             ,
             where
             they
             should
             Eat
             and
             Drink
             together
             for
             a
             mutual
             increase
             of
             acquaintance
             and
             love
             ;
             but
             when
             assembled
             ,
             their
             chiefest
             discourses
             were
             ordain'd
             to
             be
             for
             the
             better
             contrivance
             and
             carrying
             on
             the
             prosperity
             and
             wellfare
             of
             the
             City
             ,
             on
             purpose
             (
             saith
             my
             Author
             )
             to
             avoid
             any
             idle
             or
             impertinent
             prattle
             ;
             and
             when
             all
             finish'd
             ,
             in
             due
             Order
             and
             Civility
             to
             depart
             each
             one
             to
             his
             proper
             home
             ,
             and
             betimes
             too
             ,
             without
             the
             Least
             Debauchery
             ,
             by
             VVine
             ,
             lest
             any
             notice
             should
             be
             taken
             of
             any
             disorder
             ,
             in
             their
             passage
             home
             through
             the
             Streets
             (
             for
             Night
             was
             to
             be
             no
             mantle
             to
             vice
             ,
             no
             more
             than
             the
             day
             had
             been
             )
             so
             as
             they
             were
             under
             an
             Excellent
             Government
             ,
             they
             should
             take
             care
             to
             honour
             it
             by
             as
             honest
             a
             
             Carriage
             .
             What
             ,
             Reader
             ,
             does
             the
             Wilderness
             bring
             forth
             better
             fruit
             than
             the
             Garden
             !
             We
             are
             every
             one
             striving
             for
             the
             Honour
             of
             the
             Church
             and
             the
             Kingdomes
             .
             Let
             us
             at
             least
             take
             Example
             by
             these
             Heathen
             ,
             who
             surely
             were
             wiser
             in
             their
             Generation
             than
             we
             .
             Is
             debauchery
             and
             sottishness
             become
             the
             true
             methods
             of
             Honour
             to
             so
             incomparable
             a
             Government
             we
             lye
             under
             ?
             and
             the
             roarings
             of
             our
             Taverns
             at
             midnight
             quite
             drowning
             the
             Anthems
             of
             our
             Church
             ?
             Alas
             ,
             when
             shall
             we
             begin
             with
             a
             faithful
             sobriety
             (
             with
             these
             Spartanes
             )
             to
             bring
             glory
             to
             the
             Crown
             and
             the
             Miter
             ,
             whose
             Honour
             we
             so
             passionately
             contend
             for
             ,
             yet
             suffer
             its
             Jewels
             to
             swim
             away
             in
             our
             Spew
             ,
             and
             then
             only
             to
             dispute
             for
             a
             Decipline
             ,
             when
             we
             have
             lost
             our
             sences
             in
             the
             draughts
             of
             intemperance
             ,
             and
             are
             not
             able
             to
             speak
             a
             plain
             word
             .
          
           
             And
             further
             ,
             they
             were
             so
             farr
             from
             Pomp
             of
             Apparrel
             ,
             that
             no
             gain
             or
             encrease
             of
             Estate
             could
             tempt
             them
             to
             so
             vain
             a
             Superfluity
             ;
             they
             consulted
             the
             well-Ordering
             and
             Governing
             their
             Bodies
             ,
             more
             than
             any
             Exteriour
             magnificent
             Clothing
             ;
             and
             loved
             better
             to
             have
             Mony
             in
             their
             Purses
             ,
             than
             to
             lay
             it
             all
             out
             on
             their
             Backs
             .
             When
             thou
             knowest
             Reader
             ,
             
             what
             a
             World
             of
             Byas'es
             ,
             appear
             like
             Princes
             among
             us
             ,
             yet
             carry
             all
             they
             have
             in
             the
             World
             about
             them
             ,
             as
             He.
             Long-Coats
             and
             a
             Drivelling-Cloth
             ,
             is
             the
             proper
             Demonstrative
             Garbe
             of
             a
             Natural
             ,
             and
             is
             not
             unbecoming
             for
             him
             ,
             who
             dresses
             himself
             up
             in
             his
             whole
             Estate
             ,
             and
             has
             left
             not
             a
             peny
             to
             dine
             on
             ,
             but
             is
             more
             ridiculous
             than
             Jack-Pudding
             ,
             who
             disguises
             himself
             to
             get
             some
             .
             There
             was
             once
             a
             Gallant
             in
             a
             Velvet-Coat
             ,
             and
             a
             Scarlet-Cloak
             over
             it
             ,
             walking
             in
             
             Paul's
             ,
             where
             finding
             himself
             very
             hungry
             ,
             and
             over-hearing
             some
             others
             discourse
             of
             a
             Feast
             the
             Ironmongers
             held
             that
             day
             in
             their
             Hall
             ,
             was
             glad
             of
             that
             News
             ,
             and
             resolving
             to
             intrude
             amongst
             them
             :
             No
             sooner
             appear'd
             ,
             then
             was
             courteously
             received
             and
             promoted
             by
             the
             Stewards
             to
             the
             best
             Seat
             at
             the
             Table
             ,
             (
             as
             one
             they
             thought
             ,
             who
             might
             formerly
             be
             of
             the
             
               Society
               ▪
            
             or
             at
             least
             descended
             from
             a
             Father
             that
             was
             ,
             and
             now
             had
             done
             them
             the
             Honour
             to
             Grace
             them
             with
             His
             Worshipful
             Company
             )
             when
             Dinner
             was
             over
             ,
             and
             he
             had
             lay'd
             well
             about
             him
             ,
             and
             brisk'd
             up
             his
             Spirits
             with
             Wine
             :
             The
             chiefest
             of
             the
             Company
             (
             with
             whom
             he
             Convers'd
             )
             were
             at
             length
             so
             bold
             to
             desire
             him
             to
             discover
             himself
             ,
             and
             what
             
             Relation
             he
             had
             to
             their
             Society
             :
             To
             whom
             he
             very
             merrily
             replyed
             .
             
               O
               a
               very
               near
               affinity
               to
               your
               Trade
               ,
               for
               I
               my self
               am
               a
            
             Monger
             too
             .
             They
             pray
             him
             to
             explain
             what
             he
             meant
             .
             
               By
               my
               troth
               Gentlemen
               ,
               since
               you
               must
               know
               ,
               I
               am
               a
               Whore-Monger
               ,
            
             and
             have
             wasted
             my
             Estate
             in
             my
             Vocation
             ,
             so
             that
             wanting
             a
             Dinner
             ,
             I
             supposed
             the
             contiguity
             of
             our
             Callings
             might
             well
             entitle
             me
             to
             the
             Good
             Repast
             I
             I
             have
             found
             among
             you
             ,
             and
             so
             I
             bid
             you
             adieu
             .
             I
             am
             afraid
             it
             will
             endanger
             most
             of
             the
             Societies
             in
             the
             City
             to
             provide
             for
             the
             mnltitudes
             of
             his
             Trade
             and
             Finery
             ,
             (
             that
             stand
             in
             as
             great
             need
             of
             a
             Dinner
             as
             he
             )
             who
             are
             Breathing
             Vivifications
             of
             that
             notorious
             Truth
             .
             
               By
               means
               of
               an
               Whorish
               Woman
               ,
               a
               Man
               is
               brought
               to
               a
               piece
               of
               Bread.
               
            
          
           
             Among
             the
             Heresies
             ,
             
               (
               August
               .
               de
               Heres
               .
               )
            
             that
             arose
             very
             early
             in
             the
             Church
             ,
             there
             started
             out
             a
             Sect
             ,
             called
             [
             the
             Paterniani
             ]
             possibly
             the
             Spawn
             of
             the
             filthy
             Gnosticks
             ;
             whose
             opinion
             was
             ,
             that
             the
             upper
             Parts
             of
             a
             mans
             Body
             were
             made
             indeed
             by
             God
             ,
             but
             the
             lower
             Parts
             from
             the
             Girdle
             ,
             they
             held
             was
             made
             by
             the
             Devil
             ;
             and
             very
             fond
             they
             grew
             of
             their
             fancy
             ,
             which
             they
             thought
             gave
             them
             a
             Liberty
             to
             do
             with
             the
             Devils
             part
             what
             
             they
             pleas'd
             ,
             so
             long
             as
             they
             reserv'd
             the
             rest
             unto
             God.
             Who
             must
             excuse
             them
             if
             they
             imploy
             that
             (
             wherein
             he
             had
             no
             title
             )
             unto
             the
             service
             of
             the
             Devil
             and
             lust
             .
             'T
             is
             to
             be
             fear'd
             ,
             this
             Heresie
             insensibly
             has
             crept
             in
             among
             us
             ,
             and
             gotten
             too
             generall
             an
             hold
             ;
             and
             it
             were
             well
             ,
             if
             it
             had
             not
             improv'd
             ,
             and
             encroach'd
             beyond
             it's
             first
             limits
             ;
             but
             ,
             sure
             it
             seemes
             to
             battle
             here
             in
             it's
             own
             Ordure
             ,
             and
             sport
             it self
             as
             in
             it's
             own
             Element
             .
             While
             it
             presumes
             to
             invade
             the
             poor
             remains
             it
             has
             left
             unto
             God
             ,
             and
             hardly
             left
             him
             an
             Eye
             or
             a
             Lip
             for
             his
             service
             .
             The
             Tongue
             (
             the
             Trumpet
             of
             his
             Honour
             )
             is
             now
             (
             as
             St.
             James
             said
             )
             set
             on
             fire
             of
             Hell
             ,
             and
             and
             belching
             out
             the
             Infernal
             Vapours
             ,
             with
             Aetna
             ,
             as
             furiously
             as
             the
             Tayle
             is
             reaking
             with
             the
             smoak
             and
             steames
             of
             impurity
             and
             filth
             .
             And
             (
             which
             is
             most
             pitteous
             to
             behold
             )
             our
             very
             Ladies
             (
             so
             far
             ,
             obeying
             the
             Apostle
             )
             
               yield
               the
               more
               abundant
               Honour
               to
               the
               less
               Honourable
               parts
            
             (
             which
             these
             Hereticks
             say
             ,
             were
             made
             by
             the
             Devil
             ,
             while
             they
             are
             grown
             so
             Universally
             careless
             of
             Gods
             ,
             that
             (
             like
             a
             solitary
             Mansion
             )
             they
             desert
             it
             all
             Naked
             and
             Unfurnish'd
             ,
             and
             leave
             it
             all
             Bare
             to
             shift
             for
             it's
             self
             as
             it
             can
             ,
             and
             declare
             to
             all
             mankind
             how
             ready
             they
             
             are
             to
             surrender
             possession
             to
             the
             Devil
             .
             'T
             is
             pitty
             :
             Ladies
             should
             be
             Hereticks
             too
             ,
             out
             their
             Naked
             Necks
             and
             Shoulders
             are
             undeniable
             Evidences
             of
             their
             Apostacy
             and
             Guilt
             :
             And
             acquaint
             us
             how
             little
             they
             fear'd
             that
             dreadful
             Judgment
             denounc'd
             against
             the
             wanton
             Dames
             of
             Syon
             (
             for
             the
             pride
             of
             their
             
               stretched-out
               Necks
               ,
               and
               tinckling
               Feet
               )
            
             that
             they
             hold
             it
             a
             Judgment
             ,
             if
             that
             Judgment
             be
             not
             frequently
             repeated
             upon
             them
             ,
             while
             they
             are
             half
             underess'd
             already
             to
             it
             ,
             and
             defie
             the
             worst
             that
             God
             or
             man
             can
             do
             against
             them
             .
          
        
         
           
             Of
             Naked
             Necks
             and
             Shoulders
             .
          
           
             AN
             Impudenee
             abominated
             by
             the
             very
             Light
             of
             Nature
             .
             No
             sooner
             (
             sayes
             Tertullian
             )
             did
             our
             first
             Parents
             perceive
             themselves
             Naked
             ,
             but
             they
             sought
             out
             for
             some
             Covering
             ,
             though
             a
             poor
             one
             :
             And
             the
             very
             Arabian
             Women
             (
             saith
             he
             )
             will
             rise
             up
             in
             Judgment
             against
             this
             Generation
             
               [
               Quod
               non
               caput
               modo
               ,
               sed
               faciem
               quoque
               ita
               totam
               tegunt
               ,
               ut
               uno
               oculo
               liberato
               ,
               corteatas
               sunt
               dimidia
               frui
               Luce
               ,
               quam
               totam
               faciem
               prostituere
               ]
            
             Who
             rather
             than
             they
             
             will
             prostitute
             the
             honour
             of
             their
             Countenances
             to
             publick
             danger
             (
             much
             less
             their
             Necks
             and
             Shoulders
             )
             do
             furle
             them
             in
             their
             Mantles
             all
             over
             ,
             and
             allow
             but
             a
             peeping-hole
             for
             one
             Eye
             to
             guide
             them
             in
             the
             way
             .
             The
             Roman
             Sulpicius
             was
             so
             far
             affronted
             to
             meet
             his
             wife
             in
             publick
             without
             her
             Vail
             ,
             that
             he
             devorced
             her
             for
             that
             Impudence
             ;
             so
             impossible
             did
             he
             think
             such
             a
             looseness
             could
             consist
             with
             Vertue
             ,
             and
             she
             that
             departed
             from
             the
             Grace
             of
             her
             Modesty
             ,
             must
             take
             leave
             of
             the
             Honour
             of
             his
             Bed
             too
             .
          
           
             How
             have
             the
             the
             Primitive
             Fathers
             Thundred
             against
             this
             insufferable
             shamelesness
             of
             bare
             Bodies
             ,
             as
             if
             wholly
             irreconcileable
             to
             the
             reverence
             and
             severity
             of
             the
             Christian
             Religion
             ?
             Where
             is
             the
             Dispensation
             we
             have
             gotten
             for
             it
             in
             these
             days
             ?
             Can
             our
             Ladies
             shew
             any
             ?
             Lay
             down
             thy
             Pen
             ,
             Tertullian
             ,
             and
             prescribe
             no
             more
             Rules
             for
             Womens
             behaviour
             and
             bashfulness
             .
             Here
             are
             a
             sort
             of
             things
             ,
             called
             Christians
             of
             a
             new
             Form
             ,
             that
             scorn
             thy
             Arguments
             to
             the
             (
             unfashionable
             )
             practice
             and
             exercise
             of
             Vertue
             ,
             tho
             thou
             hast
             told
             them
             plain
             enough
             ,
             
               That
               the
               nakedness
               of
               their
               Breasts
               is
               Adultery
               ,
            
             and
             that
             it
             's
             
               possible
               such
               as
               go
               so
               ,
               may
               be
               honest
               ,
               but
               very
               few
               that
               see
               them
               believe
               
               it
               .
            
             And
             thou
             Father
             Jerome
             ,
             who
             once
             most
             justly
             didst
             upbraid
             the
             loose
             Jovinian
             ,
             for
             entertaining
             an
             Army
             of
             these
             new
             fashioned
             
               Amazons
               .
               [
               Habet
               in
               castro
               Amazonas
               viros
               ad
               Labadinem
               provocates
               ,
               Mamma
               exerta
               &
               brachio
               Rado
               ]
            
             Who
             
               with
               their
               naked
               Breasts
               strutting
               out
               ,
               and
               Armes
               tuck'd
               up
               to
               the
               very
               shoulders
               ,
               did
               in
               that
               posture
               ,
               seem
               rather
               to
               challenge
               Combatants
               into
               the
               Fields
               of
               Venus
               ,
               than
               make
               any
               shew
               of
               fighting
               vnder
               the
               Banner
               of
               a
               Crucified
               Saviour
               .
            
             Let
             that
             passion
             cease
             now
             (
             holy
             Father
             )
             for
             he
             has
             gotten
             all
             the
             World
             into
             his
             Camp
             ;
             Who
             will
             make
             thee
             know
             ,
             Christianity
             can
             connive
             at
             those
             Libertinisms
             ,
             indulge
             against
             those
             Severities
             thy
             froward
             Spirit
             did
             ever
             abound
             with
             .
             And
             why
             hast
             thou
             rail'd
             against
             bare
             Necks
             ,
             
               As
               the
               flames
               that
               comsumed
               Youth
               ,
               the
               Incentives
               of
               Lust
               ,
               and
               the
               never
               failing
               Ensignes
               of
               an
               Impudent
               Mind
               ?
            
             What
             a
             storm
             wilt
             thou
             raise
             over
             thy
             sacred
             Head
             ,
             and
             provoke
             thy
             excellent
             Volumes
             to
             be
             doom'd
             to
             the
             fire
             ,
             their
             holy
             Leaves
             to
             be
             sacrificed
             to
             the
             humour
             of
             Womens
             Pride
             ?
             And
             what
             was
             thy
             Project
             (
             incomparable
             Chrysostome
             )
             to
             enter
             those
             Lists
             with
             the
             Ladies
             of
             thine
             Antioch
             ,
             Who
             dared
             to
             sit
             down
             under
             the
             droppings
             of
             thy
             slowing
             Lips
             ,
             and
             
             the
             showres
             of
             thine
             Eloquence
             ,
             with
             their
             naked
             Bodies
             ,
             as
             if
             they
             design'd
             to
             debauch
             the
             Purity
             of
             thy
             holy
             Affections
             and
             Soul
             !
             Oh
             what
             a
             Storm
             did
             thy
             fiery
             Zeal
             raise
             to
             set
             them
             in
             a
             trembling
             !
             
               What
               ,
               do
               ye
               come
               hither
               into
               the
               House
               of
               God
               as
               to
               a
               Play
               ?
               Do
               you
               come
               into
               the
               Sanctuary
               of
               your
               Maker
               to
               make
               your
               Conquests
               here
               ?
               And
               here
               to
               satisfy
               your
               Sensuality
               ?
               Do
               you
               approach
               hither
               to
               attaque
               even
               God
               too
               ?
               What
               ,
               does
               all
               this
               People
               ,
               this
               soft
               and
               wanton
               delicacy
               ,
               this
               affected
               nakedness
               become
               the
               estate
               and
               condition
               of
               such
               who
               could
               have
               mercy
               for
               their
               Sins
               ?
               Are
               these
               the
               Dispensations
               and
               Postures
               of
               Mourners
               and
               Penitents
               ?
            
             —
             Surely
             the
             bloud
             of
             their
             Hearts
             started
             up
             into
             their
             Face
             and
             Necks
             ,
             and
             all
             purpled
             their
             very
             shoulders
             ,
             when
             the
             astonishing
             Thunder
             fell
             upon
             them
             !
             But
             yet
             ,
             why
             (
             Golden
             Father
             )
             wast
             thou
             so
             un-Courtly
             and
             down-right
             to
             tell
             those
             
               Naked
               Dames
            
             ,
             that
             the
             very
             
               Devil
               sate
               upon
               their
               very
               Shoulders
               ,
            
             and
             Pearch'd
             himself
             upon
             the
             little
             Mounts
             of
             their
             exposed
             Breasts
             ,
             hopping
             as
             a
             Bird
             from
             one
             to
             tother
             ,
             and
             greatly
             pleasing
             himself
             with
             the
             Rayes
             they
             had
             set
             out
             for
             him
             .
             Sure
             thine
             ayme
             was
             to
             affright
             them
             out
             of
             their
             sins
             .
             But
             alas
             ,
             all
             this
             will
             not
             
             do
             ,
             tho
             they
             might
             well
             be
             scar'd
             out
             of
             their
             Wits
             ,
             with
             the
             very
             thought
             of
             having
             a
             Devil
             in
             their
             Bosomes
             .
             It
             were
             endless
             Reader
             ,
             to
             gather
             up
             the
             Testimonies
             of
             Writers
             both
             Ancient
             and
             Modern
             ,
             whose
             Ardency
             and
             Zeal
             for
             the
             happiness
             of
             those
             ,
             (
             who
             ,
             God
             knows
             ,
             are
             all
             dead
             and
             cold
             to
             their
             own
             )
             seems
             alas
             ,
             now
             very
             perfectly
             quench'd
             by
             the
             inundation
             of
             the
             Sin
             and
             Impudence
             ,
             They
             so
             passionatly
             Damned
             ,
             that
             the
             whole
             Church
             through
             all
             the
             World
             seems
             totally
             to
             despair
             of
             redress
             ,
             or
             any
             tolerable
             Reformation
             ,
             and
             betakes
             it self
             (
             with
             Jeremy
             )
             to
             weep
             in
             secret
             for
             the
             Pride
             of
             those
             Franticks
             ,
             leaving
             God
             (
             if
             he
             will
             )
             to
             work
             Miracles
             upon
             their
             miserable
             Souls
             ,
             since
             themselves
             can
             effect
             no
             Good
             in
             the
             well
             and
             modest
             ordering
             their
             Bodies
             and
             Habits
             .
          
           
             Yet
             to
             these
             Primitive
             Fathers
             ,
             I
             shall
             add
             the
             sence
             of
             two
             or
             three
             of
             our
             Modern
             Divines
             ,
             and
             shew
             my
             Reader
             how
             fully
             they
             accord
             with
             the
             former
             .
             
               How
               many
               (
               says
               Reverend
            
             Downeham
             )
             
               do
               openly
               profess
               their
               inward
               uncleanness
               ,
               by
               laying
               open
               to
               the
               common
               view
               ,
               their
               naked
               Breasts
               ,
               as
               tho
               it
               were
               a
               Bill
               affixed
               to
               the
               dore
               posts
               ,
               to
               signify
               to
               the
               passers
               by
               ,
               that
               within
               that
               place
               dwells
               an
               unclean
               Heart
               ,
               and
               that
               whosoever
               
               will
               ,
               may
               there
               buy
               Honesty
               and
               Chastity
               at
               an
               easy
               rate
               .
            
             [
             On
             Hosea
             2.
             2.
             ]
             And
             another
             on
             the
             same
             Text.
             
               Whores
               use
               to
               discover
               their
               filthiness
               much
               in
               their
               Breasts
               ,
               either
               in
               the
               Nakedness
               of
               their
               Breasts
               ,
               or
               in
               those
               Ornaments
               they
               hang
               about
               them
               .
            
             Reverend
             Mr.
             Perkins
             hath
             powred
             out
             a
             flood
             of
             Zeal
             ,
             were
             it
             possible
             to
             drown
             this
             madness
             .
             
               The
               end
               of
               Attire
               is
               to
               hide
               the
               shameful
               Nakedness
               of
               the
               body
               from
               the
               sight
               of
               men
               ;
               why
               then
               are
               Garments
               made
               of
               such
               a
               fashion
               as
               that
               the
               Neck
               and
               Breasts
               may
               be
               left
               for
               a
               great
               part
               uncovered
               ?
               But
               such
               Persons
               as
               these
               do
               hereby
               express
               the
               Vanity
               and
               lightness
               of
               their
               Minds
               :
               What
               do
               they
               else
               but
               even
               display
               and
               manifest
               unto
               Men
               and
               Angells
               their
               own
               shame
               and
               ignominy
               ?
               Nay
               ,
               what
               do
               they
               else
               ,
               but
               glory
               in
               that
               ,
               which
               is
               by
               the
               just
               judgment
               of
               God
               reproachful
               unto
               them
               ?
               Let
               all
               those
               that
               fear
               God
               and
               are
               humbled
               in
               consideration
               of
               their
               Sins
               ,
               be
               otherwise
               affected
            
             —
             Reader
             ,
             scorn
             not
             the
             Testimony
             of
             this
             holy
             Man
             from
             the
             plainess
             of
             his
             words
             .
             The
             name
             of
             Mr.
             Perkins
             is
             contemptible
             to
             none
             but
             such
             as
             want
             his
             humble
             Spirit
             .
          
           
             Come
             Ladies
             ,
             what
             is
             your
             opinion
             of
             these
             Holy
             Fathers
             ?
             Sure
             you
             cannot
             reproach
             
             them
             as
             Sectaries
             or
             Phanaticks
             ,
             who
             conspire
             to
             bring
             all
             the
             world
             under
             their
             Girdle
             ,
             as
             you
             think
             .
             You
             hear
             how
             boldly
             they
             have
             declared
             against
             the
             very
             Sin
             you
             practise
             and
             plead
             for
             :
             Whose
             words
             believe
             you
             ,
             will
             stand
             the
             Test
             another
             day
             ,
             theirs
             or
             yours
             ?
             the
             Vice
             is
             the
             same
             now
             ,
             as
             it
             was
             in
             the
             Ages
             they
             lived
             in
             ,
             and
             the
             danger
             from
             it
             the
             same
             .
             What
             ever
             prejudice
             you
             may
             idlely
             entertain
             (
             from
             the
             sad
             distraction
             of
             a
             divided
             Church
             )
             against
             the
             present
             Witnesses
             and
             Ministers
             of
             God.
             Sure
             I
             am
             ,
             you
             can
             righteously
             harbour
             none
             against
             these
             Eminent
             Persons
             (
             the
             very
             Glory
             and
             Flowers
             of
             Christianity
             )
             whose
             Piety
             and
             Memory
             all
             the
             Churches
             upon
             Earth
             meritoriously
             Celebrate
             .
             Who
             dare
             to
             retrieve
             you
             from
             the
             sentence
             they
             have
             passed
             against
             your
             folly
             ?
             Consult
             any
             worthy
             Divine
             of
             your
             acquaintance
             in
             the
             present
             Age
             ,
             and
             see
             whether
             he
             do
             differ
             in
             Judgment
             from
             these
             :
             If
             I
             have
             produc'd
             these
             few
             ,
             He
             will
             offer
             you
             ten
             times
             as
             many
             to
             corroborate
             the
             strength
             of
             the
             Evidence
             .
             Do
             but
             put
             the
             question
             home
             with
             earnest
             and
             hearty
             desire
             to
             be
             resolv'd
             —
             whether
             such
             a
             Guise
             or
             Fashion
             becomes
             the
             Gravity
             of
             a
             Christian
             woman
             ,
             that
             really
             hopes
             to
             be
             saved
             ,
             and
             would
             glorify
             God
             in
             her
             life
             to
             that
             end
             ?
             
             I
             have
             so
             much
             confidence
             in
             the
             fidelity
             of
             any
             true
             servant
             of
             Jesus
             ,
             that
             in
             this
             he
             will
             faithfully
             discharge
             his
             duty
             to
             his
             Master
             ,
             and
             your
             Souls
             ,
             and
             deliberately
             tell
             you
             ,
             that
             not
             this
             cursed
             custom
             only
             ,
             but
             a
             great
             many
             more
             that
             abound
             in
             your
             sex
             ,
             are
             perfectly
             inconsistent
             with
             the
             very
             temper
             and
             Holiness
             of
             those
             Laws
             and
             Religion
             from
             which
             they
             derive
             the
             means
             and
             hopes
             of
             a
             future
             Happiness
             .
             The
             truth
             is
             ,
             their
             appears
             so
             Universal
             a
             Degeneracy
             (
             in
             this
             Age
             )
             from
             the
             ancient
             foundation
             of
             piety
             and
             practise
             that
             Adorned
             and
             Gilded
             the
             Generations
             of
             old
             :
             That
             if
             mighty
             Allowances
             from
             the
             first
             Austerity
             ,
             be
             not
             granted
             to
             our
             present
             weakness
             ,
             there
             may
             be
             but
             cold
             hopes
             for
             the
             best
             of
             Professors
             .
             And
             how
             far
             one
             may
             prudently
             venture
             an
             Eternal
             Soul
             on
             the
             presumption
             that
             God
             will
             allow
             of
             those
             Licences
             we
             give
             our selves
             (
             which
             himself
             has
             no
             where
             revealed
             his
             pleasure
             to
             Tolerate
             ,
             and
             his
             best
             Servants
             declare
             that
             he
             never
             will
             )
             ,
             I
             must
             tell
             you
             ,
             may
             make
             you
             tremble
             to
             think
             on
             what
             ever
             other
             profession
             you
             make
             ,
             which
             the
             greater
             it
             is
             ,
             the
             more
             honour
             should
             you
             give
             it
             by
             an
             evangelical
             humility
             and
             self-denying
             Spirit
             ,
             
               Adorning
               the
               Doctrine
               of
               God
               your
               Saviour
               in
               all
               things
               .
            
             And
             I
             
             direct
             this
             especially
             to
             the
             most
             retire
             and
             solemn
             reflections
             of
             your
             rational
             Soul
             to
             consider
             of
             and
             apply
             :
             sure
             I
             am
             ,
             we
             are
             so
             far
             from
             the
             complexion
             of
             the
             primitive
             Christians
             ,
             that
             neither
             our
             Faces
             ,
             nor
             our
             Breasts
             ,
             nor
             our
             Hearts
             ,
             nor
             our
             Habits
             ,
             nor
             our
             Practises
             are
             the
             same
             .
             If
             the
             Gospel
             call
             to
             the
             professing
             women
             ,
             to
             Apparrel
             themselves
             in
             conformity
             ,
             to
             the
             modesty
             and
             simplicity
             of
             those
             that
             trusted
             in
             God
             in
             time
             of
             old
             :
             if
             those
             under
             the
             Law
             send
             out
             their
             Cryes
             to
             you
             under
             the
             Gospel
             to
             be
             Civil
             and
             Holy
             ,
             to
             be
             Meek
             and
             Chast
             ;
             and
             you
             can
             Eccho
             back
             again
             to
             them
             that
             you
             are
             so
             ,
             and
             professors
             under
             both
             are
             found
             clad
             but
             in
             the
             same
             Livory
             ,
             this
             will
             be
             your
             Glory
             indeed
             ,
             and
             a
             Blessed
             Uniformity
             .
             But
             should
             you
             make
             the
             Gospel
             to
             Vary
             in
             its
             Fashions
             ,
             and
             to
             be
             as
             inconstant
             in
             its
             precepts
             ,
             as
             you
             are
             in
             your
             fidelity
             to
             them
             ;
             this
             will
             look
             but
             very
             ill
             ,
             and
             the
             God
             who
             formerly
             would
             not
             abide
             his
             Spouse
             to
             be
             clad
             in
             a
             
               Linsey-Woolsey-Coat
               ,
               (
               Levit.
               19.
               19.
               
               )
            
             will
             very
             hardly
             be
             prevail'd
             on
             to
             approve
             an
             Obedience
             of
             more
             Natures
             and
             Colours
             than
             that
             .
             To
             speak
             plain
             ,
             the
             Modern
             Apostacies
             may
             not
             expect
             the
             reward
             of
             the
             first
             Faithfulness
             .
             Nor
             can
             
             the
             Attire
             and
             Spirit
             of
             an
             Harlot
             look
             to
             pass
             with
             the
             same
             approbation
             as
             that
             of
             a
             Chast
             and
             Pure
             Virgin.
             Remember
             ,
             't
             is
             the
             Wedding-Garment
             of
             Fidelity
             &
             Love
             can
             alone
             secure
             you
             from
             being
             expuls'd
             with
             shame
             and
             confusion
             from
             the
             Delicacies
             of
             the
             
               Marriage
               Supper
            
             :
             the
             Har●otry
             Dresse
             will
             have
             no
             Acceptation
             there
             .
             Do
             you
             know
             this
             ,
             Ladies
             ,
             and
             will
             you
             adventure
             your
             Immortal
             Spi●its
             under
             so
             formidable
             hazards
             ;
             as
             (
             if
             duely
             consider'd
             )
             would
             make
             your
             very
             Souls
             shake
             with
             far
             greater
             trembling
             ,
             then
             do
             your
             quivering
             Shoulders
             under
             the
             persecution
             of
             the
             blustering
             Winds
             ?
             When
             the
             unfortunate
             Thamar
             so
             freely
             ●ass'd
             to
             the
             Bed
             of
             Amnon
             ,
             shee
             had
             let●●e
             Jealousy
             that
             her
             steps
             posted
             her
             to
             the
             violent
             Gripes
             of
             a
             Ravisher
             ,
             who
             was
             sick
             and
             uneasy
             untill
             he
             had
             perfectly
             ruin'd
             her
             ;
             and
             when
             he
             had
             done
             it
             ,
             had
             little
             ease
             too
             ,
             nor
             Glory
             from
             the
             Spoiles
             of
             her
             Honour
             :
             And
             are
             not
             these
             cursed
             Vanities
             as
             so
             many
             Ravishers
             ,
             that
             fall
             foul
             on
             ,
             and
             violate
             your
             Virgin
             affections
             from
             God
             ,
             while
             some
             of
             you
             ignorantly
             believe
             there
             is
             little
             ●anger
             in
             those
             fatal
             haggs
             ;
             and
             others
             of
             you
             consent
             heartily
             to
             them
             ,
             and
             wipe
             off
             from
             Amnon
             the
             guilt
             and
             dishonour
             
             of
             the
             Rape
             ,
             till
             at
             last
             having
             marr'd
             you
             from
             ever
             partaking
             of
             the
             felicities
             of
             the
             Celestial
             Nuptials
             ,
             he
             first
             bolt
             you
             out
             from
             his
             own
             embraces
             ,
             and
             the
             shame
             confine
             you
             to
             a
             desolate
             Estate
             ,
             with
             the
             mournful
             Thamar
             ,
             sitting
             sad
             and
             solitary
             ,
             in
             some
             melancholly
             corner
             of
             her
             Brother
             Absoloms
             House
             ?
          
           
             But
             happy
             were
             you
             ,
             if
             in
             a
             provident
             foresight
             of
             so
             Tyrannous
             Cruelty
             ,
             you
             would
             presently
             do
             ,
             what
             she
             did
             too
             late
             :
             Rend
             your
             Gawdy
             Coats
             ,
             and
             put
             ashes
             on
             your
             heads
             ,
             and
             cry
             for
             revenge
             to
             Heaven
             against
             Pride
             ,
             the
             Deflowrer
             of
             your
             Souls
             :
             your
             undressing
             from
             vanity
             would
             be
             so
             profitable
             a
             Nakedness
             ,
             that
             were
             you
             to
             walk
             up
             and
             down
             in
             the
             Raggs
             your
             Repentance
             had
             rent
             into
             Tatters
             ,
             the
             shame
             would
             be
             infinite
             Glory
             ,
             if
             weigh'd
             with
             the
             confusion
             that
             will
             one
             day
             surprise
             you
             for
             the
             guilt
             of
             your
             insufferable
             Impudence
             and
             Folly.
             
          
           
             When
             the
             Israelitish
             Dames
             gave
             Aaron
             their
             Jewels
             to
             make
             them
             a
             God
             with
             ,
             Holy
             writ
             (
             descanting
             on
             that
             Act
             )
             saith
             ,
             that
             thereby
             he
             
               had
               made
               them
               Naked
               to
               their
               Shame
               .
            
             But
             was
             this
             Nakedness
             from
             the
             want
             of
             an
             Neck-Lace
             or
             an
             Eare-Ring
             ?
             Alas
             no
             ,
             they
             had
             put
             off
             a
             God
             to
             put
             on
             a
             
               Beast
               ,
               and
               turned
               their
               Glory
               
               into
               the
               Similitude
               of
               a
            
             Calf
             
               that
               eateth
               hay
            
             .
             And
             those
             who
             shall
             undress
             from
             their
             Strength
             above
             ,
             and
             strip
             off
             the
             
               Spirit
               of
               Glory
            
             ,
             that
             would
             rest
             upon
             them
             ,
             to
             prank
             themselves
             up
             in
             the
             beauties
             of
             Created
             Lustre
             ,
             and
             shine
             ,
             shall
             find
             their
             Shoulders
             as
             Naked
             as
             yours
             ,
             bare
             on
             purpose
             to
             receive
             the
             lashes
             of
             Vengeance
             ,
             which
             the
             Executioner
             ,
             Justice
             ,
             will
             lay
             on
             with
             severity
             ,
             and
             mercilesly
             multiply
             upon
             them
             .
          
           
             But
             ,
             Ladies
             ,
             why
             is
             
               Mary
               Magdalen
            
             set
             out
             in
             the
             Gospel
             (
             the
             most
             notorious
             Example
             of
             sin
             and
             Grace
             )
             but
             to
             let
             you
             know
             ,
             that
             her
             new
             Lover
             (
             who
             had
             set
             into
             Joynt
             her
             broken
             Soul
             ,
             and
             cag'd
             up
             her
             wandring
             affections
             in
             his
             own
             Bosome
             )
             is
             as
             ready
             to
             Act
             miracles
             for
             you
             too
             ,
             and
             discover
             to
             you
             the
             Charms
             of
             a
             Saviour
             ,
             which
             a
             Legion
             of
             other
             Pretenders
             can
             never
             pretend
             to
             Court
             you
             with
             .
             And
             though
             your
             Innocency
             suggest
             that
             you
             stand
             in
             less
             need
             of
             his
             favour
             than
             She
             ,
             yet
             if
             Scriptures
             convince
             you
             there
             are
             Adulteries
             of
             the
             Breast
             ,
             which
             you
             repeat
             every
             day
             ,
             and
             others
             of
             the
             Eye
             and
             Heart
             which
             you
             tempt
             your
             Admirers
             ,
             to
             as
             frequent
             guilt
             of
             ,
             I
             fear
             you
             will
             want
             little
             less
             weight
             of
             Sope
             to
             wash
             away
             your
             Crimes
             with
             ;
             and
             while
             they
             
             wear
             the
             Crimson
             Dye
             ,
             will
             require
             the
             very
             Heart
             Blood
             of
             a
             God
             to
             whiten
             you
             into
             Snow
             .
          
           
             And
             so
             far
             as
             you
             rest
             unconvinc'd
             of
             their
             Danger
             ,
             so
             long
             are
             you
             still
             unhumbled
             for
             their
             Guilt
             ,
             and
             by
             the
             same
             distance
             kept
             from
             the
             means
             of
             a
             Recovery
             ;
             so
             that
             while
             the
             groseness
             of
             her
             Lewdness
             ,
             the
             festring
             of
             her
             Sores
             ,
             spur'd
             her
             on
             to
             hasten
             after
             remedy
             and
             ease
             ,
             your
             
               Dead
               Flesh
            
             (
             for
             want
             of
             Anguish
             )
             insencibly
             betray
             's
             you
             to
             hugg
             your
             disease
             ,
             that
             (
             as
             some
             drilling
             consumptions
             )
             still
             flatters
             you
             on
             into
             hopes
             of
             life
             ;
             when
             (
             God
             knows
             )
             the
             staring
             out
             of
             your
             Shoulder-bones
             ,
             tell
             all
             the
             World
             how
             near
             the
             poor
             Skelleton
             hastens
             into
             Dust
             ,
             and
             the
             Spirit
             within
             it
             unto
             Judgment
             .
          
           
             Yet
             (
             ere
             you
             go
             )
             Contemplate
             on
             Her
             who
             so
             pittied
             her self
             ,
             that
             
               Seven
               Devils
            
             could
             not
             keep
             her
             from
             addressing
             a
             Saviour
             ,
             (
             and
             if
             you
             would
             cover
             your
             Necks
             ,
             you
             might
             be
             welcome
             too
             ,
             for
             ought
             I
             know
             )
             ;
             but
             should
             you
             appear
             in
             His
             presence
             in
             the
             lascivious
             garb
             you
             commonly
             present
             your selves
             abroad
             in
             ,
             His
             Glorious
             Purer
             Eyes
             
               (
               that
               cannot
               endure
               to
               behold
               Iniquity
               ,
            
             and
             are
             as
             
               a
               flame
               of
               Fire
            
             )
             would
             doubtless
             flash
             out
             wrath
             and
             
             death
             into
             your
             shameless
             hearts
             ,
             whose
             Vanity
             promps
             you
             to
             so
             profligate
             a
             dress
             ,
             as
             would
             infinitely
             incense
             even
             the
             meekest
             Spirit
             of
             Jesus
             ,
             who
             yet
             was
             condiscending
             enough
             to
             the
             meanest
             of
             your
             sex
             in
             the
             decorums
             of
             decency
             ,
             and
             due
             prostration
             ,
             of
             humility
             ,
             and
             a
             mortified
             sence
             of
             their
             wants
             .
             And
             though
             the
             poor
             Syrephaenician
             was
             a
             little
             roughly
             handled
             at
             first
             ,
             yet
             the
             Dog
             was
             not
             sent
             away
             with
             Crums
             only
             ,
             but
             carried
             home
             with
             her
             the
             whole
             Loaf
             of
             Mercy
             .
          
           
             History
             tells
             us
             of
             Pope
             Benedict
             the
             Eleventh
             ,
             the
             Son
             of
             a
             Peasant
             (
             and
             a
             Catholick
             is
             my
             Author
             )
             his
             Mother
             being
             brought
             unto
             him
             ,
             in
             a
             Rich
             and
             Sumptuous
             Habit
             ,
             with
             hopes
             of
             being
             more
             gratefully
             received
             ,
             by
             the
             splendid
             appearance
             she
             made
             before
             him
             ;
             he
             turning
             away
             his
             Eyes
             ,
             said
             ,
             He
             could
             not
             acknowledg
             that
             Woman
             for
             his
             Mother
             :
             but
             afterwards
             returning
             in
             her
             Rustick
             Attire
             ,
             he
             then
             acknowledged
             her
             ,
             and
             yeilded
             her
             all
             the
             Rights
             of
             a
             good
             Son.
             And
             surely
             He
             ,
             who
             rejecting
             all
             the
             glittering
             Ladies
             of
             the
             Earth
             ,
             
               Respected
               the
               low
               Estate
               of
               a
               poor
               Hand-maid
               ,
            
             Consecrating
             her
             Virgin
             Womb
             ,
             (
             the
             dressing-House
             wherein
             he
             Swath'd
             himself
             up
             into
             Humanity
             )
             first
             into
             a
             Sanctuary
             
             for
             His
             Honour
             ,
             for
             Nine
             whole
             Months
             together
             ,
             and
             afterwards
             Blessed
             Her
             
               Breasts
               that
               gave
               him
               Suck
            
             ,
             hath
             thereby
             proclaim'd
             to
             all
             the
             World
             how
             far
             his
             Sacred
             Heart
             prefers
             the
             Humble
             Cells
             of
             a
             pure
             and
             Virtuous
             Mind
             ,
             before
             all
             the
             Tapsteries
             of
             State
             ,
             and
             the
             painted
             Breasts
             of
             the
             Flaunting
             Gallants
             ,
             who
             ,
             (
             as
             Father
             Chrysostome
             says
             )
             are
             rather
             the
             Lodges
             of
             Devils
             ,
             than
             a
             Saviour
             .
          
           
             Alas
             Ladies
             ,
             His
             Holy
             Eyes
             have
             been
             feasted
             with
             the
             Glorious
             Prospects
             of
             Triumphing
             Virgins
             ,
             Courting
             the
             very
             Torturing
             Flames
             ,
             to
             uncloath
             them
             into
             Spirit
             and
             Immortallity
             ,
             wherein
             they
             might
             enjoy
             their
             Dearest
             Lord
             ,
             while
             himself
             has
             kindly
             descended
             into
             the
             Fiery
             Chariot
             to
             them
             ,
             to
             drive
             with
             greater
             ease
             these
             welcome
             Guests
             into
             their
             Eternal
             Palaces
             .
             While
             alas
             you
             are
             so
             far
             from
             the
             Ambition
             of
             being
             
               Clothed
               upon
               with
               that
               House
               which
               is
               from
               Heaven
               ,
            
             that
             you
             will
             not
             cloath
             your
             
               Earthly
               Tabernacle
               into
            
             that
             Decency
             and
             Holy
             Form
             as
             might
             invite
             him
             to
             mark
             it
             up
             for
             an
             Habitation
             of
             his
             Spirit
             .
          
           
             And
             if
             you
             will
             not
             Sacrifice
             a
             Lust
             to
             the
             Glory
             of
             his
             Cross
             ,
             how
             would
             you
             Sacrifice
             your
             Flesh
             to
             it
             ?
             And
             if
             
             you
             will
             not
             throw
             off
             a
             vain
             and
             condemned
             Custome
             by
             all
             the
             Holy
             Saints
             in
             the
             world
             ,
             how
             would
             you
             put
             on
             the
             Pitch'd-Coat
             of
             Martyrdome
             ,
             which
             Nero
             clapt
             on
             the
             backs
             of
             the
             more
             faithful
             Adorers
             of
             the
             Blessed
             Jesus
             ,
             to
             make
             them
             burn
             the
             better
             in
             ;
             That
             was
             
               [
               Tunica
               molesta
            
             ]
             the
             Troublesome
             Coat
             indeed
             unto
             them
             .
             When
             you
             cry
             out
             for
             the
             liberty
             of
             your
             shoulders
             ,
             because
             it
             makes
             for
             your
             ease
             ,
             They
             were
             contented
             to
             double
             their
             Torments
             ,
             and
             valued
             not
             to
             be
             scalded
             as
             well
             by
             the
             pitch
             ,
             as
             the
             Flames
             ?
          
           
             With
             trembling
             and
             horrour
             may
             you
             remember
             the
             Great
             Redeemer
             hanging
             Naked
             upon
             the
             Cross
             ,
             That
             very
             Nakedness
             rendering
             his
             Death
             doubly
             sorrowful
             and
             shameful
             to
             him
             ,
             while
             the
             rude
             Souldiers
             were
             unconcernedly
             sporting
             themselves
             in
             dividing
             his
             Garments
             among
             them
             ,
             and
             throwing
             Dice
             for
             his
             seamless
             Vesture
             .
             And
             must
             you
             Ladies
             ,
             needs
             
               Crucifie
               him
               afresh
               ,
               and
               put
               him
               to
               a
               second
               shame
               ?
            
             make
             him
             blush
             to
             see
             your
             Nakedness
             ,
             and
             seem
             as
             little
             concern'd
             for
             his
             as
             your
             own
             ;
             his
             shame
             and
             your
             own
             sin
             ,
             but
             alike
             affecting
             your
             insencible
             hearts
             .
             And
             if
             one
             end
             of
             his
             being
             Crucified
             Naked
             ,
             was
             to
             Redeem
             
             you
             to
             the
             Blessing
             of
             a
             decent
             Dress
             ,
             from
             which
             the
             first
             Adam
             had
             stripped
             you
             ,
             why
             will
             you
             frustrate
             that
             part
             of
             the
             Redemption
             ,
             and
             leave
             your selves
             Naked
             in
             so
             great
             a
             part
             ,
             since
             himself
             has
             purchased
             Vestures
             for
             you
             ,
             when
             his
             own
             was
             inhumanely
             rent
             from
             his
             Shoulders
             ?
          
           
             The
             pittiful
             plea
             of
             Custome
             for
             it
             ,
             will
             drop
             as
             
               Adams
               Figg-leaves
            
             did
             ,
             when
             his
             great
             Maker
             Summon'd
             him
             to
             give
             Account
             wherefore
             he
             had
             made
             himself
             Naked
             and
             Miserable
             ,
             since
             he
             had
             Created
             him
             so
             perfect
             and
             happy
             .
             And
             (
             sure
             I
             am
             )
             those
             who
             prefer
             a
             Nakedness
             ,
             (
             the
             shameful
             fruit
             of
             sin
             )
             before
             the
             blessing
             of
             a
             modest
             clothing
             ,
             (
             the
             purchase
             of
             a
             Saviours
             blood
             )
             will
             shortly
             tremble
             as
             Adam
             ,
             as
             well
             for
             the
             shame
             they
             chuse
             to
             themselves
             ,
             as
             the
             despite
             they
             do
             to
             the
             Saviour
             .
          
           
             And
             had
             you
             that
             Scarfe
             of
             Innocence
             ,
             which
             graced
             the
             Breasts
             of
             your
             first
             Mother
             ,
             the
             Fathers
             might
             have
             spared
             their
             Zeal
             ,
             and
             rather
             have
             envied
             your
             Glory
             :
             but
             because
             she
             has
             bared
             your
             shoulders
             by
             her
             folly
             ,
             and
             brought
             in
             the
             curse
             of
             Nakedness
             upon
             you
             ,
             't
             would
             be
             madness
             in
             you
             to
             hugg
             the
             curse
             ,
             by
             continuing
             that
             Nakedness
             still
             ,
             when
             you
             
             know
             how
             contented
             she
             was
             ,
             to
             hide
             her
             ,
             though
             but
             with
             a
             Beasts-Skin
             .
          
           
             But
             Ladies
             ,
             shall
             I
             send
             you
             to
             the
             Royal-Exchange
             ,
             where
             a
             greater
             than
             an
             Angel
             ,
             has
             kept
             open
             shop
             for
             these
             
               Sixteen
               Hundered
            
             years
             and
             more
             ,
             and
             has
             incomparably
             the
             best
             choice
             of
             every
             thing
             you
             can
             ask
             for
             .
             And
             because
             he
             sells
             the
             best
             peny-worths
             ,
             Himself
             condescends
             to
             call
             ,
             
               What
               do
               yee
               lack
               ,
               what
               do
               yee
               buy
            
             ;
             and
             advises
             you
             to
             buy
             of
             him
             .
             Lord
             ,
             Hast
             thou
             any
             Mantoes
             for
             Ladies
             ,
             made
             after
             thine
             own
             Fashion
             ,
             which
             shall
             cover
             all
             their
             Naked
             Shoulders
             ,
             &
             Breasts
             ,
             and
             Necks
             ,
             and
             adorn
             them
             all
             over
             ?
             Where
             are
             they
             ?
             Revel
             .
             3.
             18.
             
             Brings
             them
             forth
             .
             There
             they
             are
             ,
             Ladies
             ,
             and
             cheap
             too
             ,
             at
             your
             own
             Price
             ,
             and
             will
             wear
             for
             ever
             ;
             with
             this
             good
             property
             ,
             That
             they
             thoroughly
             prevent
             the
             
               Shame
               of
               your
               Nakedness
               from
               appearing
               :
            
             And
             if
             you
             stoutly
             pass
             away
             ,
             and
             take
             them
             not
             with
             you
             (
             if
             there
             be
             a
             God
             in
             Heaven
             )
             you
             'l
             pass
             Naked
             into
             Hell
             to
             all
             Eternity
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Of
             Painting
             and
             Black
             Patches
             :
          
           
             THough
             the
             Face
             of
             the
             Creation
             hath
             its
             variations
             of
             Prospect
             and
             Beauty
             ,
             by
             the
             alternate
             intermixtures
             of
             Land
             and
             Waters
             ,
             of
             Woods
             and
             Fields
             ,
             Meadows
             and
             Pastures
             ,
             God
             here
             mounting
             an
             Hill
             ,
             and
             there
             sinking
             a
             Vale
             ,
             and
             yonder
             levelling
             a
             pleasant
             Plain
             ;
             Designedly
             to
             render
             the
             whole
             more
             delectable
             ,
             ravishing
             and
             acceptable
             to
             the
             eyes
             of
             men
             ;
             (
             could
             they
             see
             his
             Wonders
             in
             the
             Land
             of
             the
             Living
             )
             that
             he
             might
             reap
             the
             more
             free
             &
             generous
             Tributes
             of
             Thanksgiving
             ,
             and
             Cheerful
             Celebration
             of
             his
             Goodness
             in
             the
             Works
             of
             Wonder
             .
             Yet
             hath
             he
             no
             where
             given
             us
             more
             admirable
             expressions
             of
             his
             Infinite
             Power
             and
             Wisdom
             than
             in
             the
             little
             Fabrick
             of
             mans
             Body
             ,
             wherein
             he
             hath
             contrived
             to
             Sum
             up
             all
             the
             Perfections
             of
             the
             Greater
             ,
             that
             lye
             here
             and
             there
             scattered
             about
             .
             Nor
             is
             it
             possible
             for
             the
             heart
             of
             man
             with
             all
             its
             considerative
             Powers
             to
             adore
             enough
             the
             Transcendencies
             of
             his
             Divine
             Hand
             ,
             in
             the
             Perfections
             that
             he
             bears
             about
             him
             .
             But
             amongst
             them
             all
             ,
             omitting
             the
             curious
             contexture
             of
             the
             whole
             
             Frame
             ,
             raising
             it
             up
             into
             a
             stately
             structure
             to
             survey
             onely
             the
             Glories
             of
             the
             Face
             ,
             and
             the
             admirable
             Graces
             that
             God
             has
             lodged
             in
             each
             Feature
             of
             it
             ,
             and
             then
             to
             remember
             how
             many
             Millions
             of
             them
             have
             passed
             through
             his
             hands
             already
             ,
             flourished
             out
             with
             a
             perfect
             diversity
             of
             Appearance
             ,
             every
             one
             discernably
             varying
             from
             all
             the
             rest
             in
             different
             Feature
             and
             Meene
             ,
             and
             yet
             every
             one
             excellently
             agreeing
             with
             all
             in
             the
             same
             Identity
             of
             Aspect
             .
             All
             this
             variegated
             Work
             miraculously
             performed
             within
             the
             compass
             of
             a
             Span
             ,
             to
             let
             us
             see
             what
             a
             God
             can
             do
             when
             (
             as
             the
             wise
             Potter
             )
             he
             turneth
             his
             Wheel
             ,
             and
             molds
             Nature
             into
             Infinite
             Ideas
             and
             Formes
             .
             And
             though
             now
             and
             then
             grimness
             and
             crabedness
             find
             residence
             in
             some
             Faces
             ,
             (
             Providence
             foreseeing
             the
             necessity
             of
             Martial
             Countenances
             as
             well
             as
             Spirits
             ;
             Which
             History
             tells
             us
             the
             Romans
             ever
             did
             usually
             wear
             ,
             or
             put
             on
             ;
             That
             the
             slash
             of
             their
             eyes
             as
             Lightning
             ,
             might
             accompany
             the
             Thunder
             of
             their
             Arms
             ,
             &
             both
             together
             strike
             despair
             and
             death
             into
             their
             Enemies
             hearts
             .
             And
             one
             of
             their
             Emperours
             was
             of
             so
             very
             frightful
             a
             Visage
             ,
             that
             Speed
             a
             Countrey-man
             of
             our
             own
             tells
             us
             ,
             it
             was
             as
             bad
             as
             High-Treason
             to
             stand
             staring
             on
             him
             ,
             
             which
             was
             ever
             an
             affront
             to
             the
             terrour
             of
             his
             Face
             )
             yet
             are
             these
             Rough
             and
             impolished
             pieces
             but
             rare
             ,
             and
             perhaps
             necessary
             too
             ,
             to
             set
             off
             the
             Beauties
             of
             all
             the
             rest
             .
             (
             The
             soiles
             of
             Nature
             have
             theirs
             Place
             and
             Office
             ,
             (
             like
             a
             Fair
             Lady
             keeping
             her
             Black
             )
             The
             Bantum
             courser
             Skins
             and
             Features
             ,
             have
             not
             I
             fear
             ,
             Reader
             ,
             raised
             in
             thee
             so
             praise-ful
             a
             Soul
             for
             the
             more
             Liberal
             Graces
             of
             their
             Creator
             to
             the
             Nations
             of
             thy
             Climate
             ,
             and
             thy self
             .
             Who
             might
             have
             cast
             us
             all
             into
             the
             same
             Mold
             with
             them
             ;
             If
             our
             eyes
             gazed
             on
             their
             deformity
             with
             astonishment
             ,
             why
             do
             not
             our
             hearts
             reflect
             on
             our
             own
             Frame
             with
             admiration
             of
             the
             Makers
             Goodness
             ,
             and
             our
             own
             unthankfulness
             .
             Some
             Historians
             would
             fain
             have
             us
             owe
             the
             Blessings
             of
             the
             Gospel
             to
             that
             Providence
             which
             brought
             some
             English
             Children
             into
             the
             Markets
             of
             Rome
             to
             be
             sold
             .
             Being
             carried
             before
             the
             then
             Pope
             ,
             who
             (
             examining
             them
             of
             their
             Countrey
             )
             was
             told
             they
             were
             Angels
             .
             Yea
             Angels
             rather
             ,
             quoth
             the
             good
             Father
             ,
             and
             it
             were
             a
             pity
             such
             should
             go
             to
             Hell.
             And
             those
             that
             were
             so
             happy
             to
             be
             born
             at
             Deira
             ,
             must
             be
             delivered
             
               (
               de
               ira
               Dei
            
             )
             from
             Gods
             wrath
             .
             And
             forthwith
             (
             say
             they
             )
             he
             dispatched
             the
             Messengers
             of
             Salvation
             to
             
             us
             .
             Indeed
             we
             are
             happy
             in
             good
             faces
             ,
             but
             very
             miserable
             in
             ill
             hearts
             .
             Now
             if
             God
             has
             stuck
             this
             loveliness
             on
             the
             Male
             Cheek
             ,
             what
             has
             he
             done
             on
             Female
             ?
             What
             Glories
             ?
             What
             Transcendences
             of
             them
             ?
             What
             adorable
             Perfections
             of
             Art
             hath
             he
             shown
             ,
             in
             the
             drawing
             those
             Lineaments
             which
             are
             the
             stupifaction
             of
             Angels
             and
             Men.
             Beauty
             ,
             when
             attended
             on
             by
             Vertue
             ,
             Create
             Women
             very
             Angels
             on
             Earth
             ;
             when
             corrupted
             by
             Vice
             ,
             degenerates
             them
             into
             Devils
             of
             Hell.
             Which
             hath
             not
             triumphed
             in
             the
             Infinite
             Spoiles
             of
             mean
             and
             vulgar
             Affections
             onely
             (
             that
             is
             their
             every
             dayes
             Tyranny
             &
             Sport
             )
             unspirited
             almost
             the
             whole
             Creation
             ;
             But
             such
             as
             have
             dragged
             after
             them
             very
             Crowns
             and
             Scepters
             into
             absolute
             vassalage
             and
             Chains
             .
             The
             proudest
             Jewels
             of
             the
             Diadem
             have
             humbly
             vaild
             to
             stick
             themselves
             in
             the
             more
             Imperial
             Bosom
             of
             a
             Woman
             ,
             the
             Sparkles
             of
             her
             eye
             have
             out
             dazled
             all
             their
             shine
             .
             
               Solomon
               in
               all
               his
               glory
            
             thought
             himself
             happy
             in
             being
             Knight
             of
             the
             most
             Honourable
             Order
             of
             the
             Garter
             ,
             &
             spun
             out
             the
             very
             Bowels
             of
             his
             Luxuriant
             Wit
             into
             golden
             Threds
             to
             make
             Canopies
             for
             his
             Queens
             to
             sit
             under
             .
             Nay
             so
             strong
             the
             Charmes
             of
             these
             Syrens
             ,
             that
             a
             Veil
             must
             shroud
             them
             up
             in
             the
             Sanctuary
             ,
             
             least
             (
             as
             some
             have
             thought
             )
             the
             very
             Angels
             (
             who
             hover
             there
             )
             should
             be
             surprized
             by
             their
             Eyes
             ,
             and
             they
             chance
             make
             their
             victories
             over
             then
             too
             .
             And
             yet
             Reader
             ,
             after
             all
             the
             Royalties
             which
             the
             Bountiful
             Heart
             and
             Hand
             of
             a
             Creator
             hath
             exceeded
             in
             ,
             towards
             them
             ;
             After
             all
             the
             Largesses
             ,
             in
             so
             profuse
             a
             Treasure
             ,
             of
             his
             choicest
             Graces
             ;
             All
             the
             Perfections
             of
             those
             rare
             Draughts
             of
             his
             own
             Divine
             Hand
             upon
             them
             ▪
             These
             unhappy
             Daughters
             of
             Eve
             (
             who
             ,
             as
             St.
             Isidore
             thinks
             ,
             was
             Cloathed
             with
             Lustre
             ,
             as
             with
             a
             Garment
             ,
             before
             she
             fell
             )
             must
             dream
             of
             yet
             higher
             Perfections
             then
             what
             their
             wise
             Creator
             hath
             stamped
             upon
             them
             :
             The
             proud
             Ambition
             of
             these
             unsatisfied
             Creatures
             is
             not
             terminated
             in
             the
             issues
             of
             his
             Wise
             and
             excellent
             Work
             ;
             They
             must
             be
             making
             their
             Essays
             too
             ,
             and
             impudently
             correcting
             the
             Lines
             of
             their
             Maker
             .
             Thus
             you
             shall
             have
             them
             consulting
             the
             Mirror
             ,
             and
             making
             a
             narrow
             scrutiny
             into
             every
             point
             of
             their
             Faces
             ,
             to
             hunt
             after
             Imperfections
             ,
             where
             none
             are
             apparent
             ,
             and
             have
             a
             mind
             to
             pick
             quarrels
             with
             the
             Complexion
             that
             God
             himself
             sees
             very
             Good.
             Here
             is
             not
             enough
             of
             the
             Lilly
             ,
             there
             not
             of
             the
             Rose
             ,
             but
             here
             and
             there
             too
             much
             of
             either
             .
             And
             every
             where
             is
             
             needed
             a
             new
             dash
             of
             their
             own
             Hand
             .
             Should
             an
             eminent
             Limner
             (
             sayes
             a
             Father
             )
             who
             had
             done
             his
             utmost
             to
             shew
             his
             skill
             in
             the
             drawing
             a
             Figure
             with
             his
             most
             deliberate
             and
             exquisite
             hand
             ,
             and
             brought
             it
             to
             the
             Perfection
             himself
             desired
             ,
             find
             some
             pitiful
             Ignorant
             besoyling
             his
             Work
             ,
             and
             mixing
             in
             his
             dawbing
             Colours
             with
             his
             own
             
               (
               Pictor
               sacre
               excundesceret
            
             ,
             (
             thinks
             the
             Father
             )
             ▪
          
           
             Into
             what
             Choler
             and
             Passion
             would
             such
             an
             affront
             throw
             the
             brave
             Artist
             !
             And
             is
             God
             less
             skilful
             than
             the
             Limner
             ▪
             The
             first
             we
             find
             at
             this
             Work
             was
             ?
             Madam
             Jezebel
             (
             not
             but
             that
             it
             had
             been
             an
             old
             practice
             (
             very
             early
             )
             among
             those
             
               Daughters
               of
               Men
            
             ,
             Gen.
             6.
             2.
             )
             But
             she
             bears
             away
             the
             honour
             of
             the
             first
             Publication
             of
             this
             unsufferable
             Insolence
             ,
             and
             is
             Chronicled
             the
             great
             Marrer
             of
             her
             Makers
             Work.
             
          
           
             She
             was
             a
             Lady
             well
             fitted
             with
             an
             Husband
             ,
             to
             her
             Humour
             ,
             That
             as
             Ahab
             ,
             there
             was
             none
             so
             bad
             .
             And
             he
             a
             Prince
             as
             equally
             suited
             with
             a
             Wife
             ,
             for
             then
             Jezabel
             ,
             there
             could
             none
             be
             worse
             .
             What
             a
             Condition
             ,
             Reader
             ,
             was
             the
             poor
             Church
             in
             that
             Reign
             ,
             whose
             Priests
             were
             shrunk
             all
             into
             one
             Elijah
             ,
             and
             whose
             people
             so
             scared
             into
             Corners
             ,
             that
             one
             Prophet
             knew
             not
             where
             to
             find
             any
             ,
             and
             was
             affraid
             ,
             
             that
             himself
             surviv'd
             the
             onely
             Faithful
             One
             to
             God
             in
             all
             Israel
             ,
             and
             his
             life
             sought
             after
             too
             ,
             by
             the
             most
             narrow
             inquisition
             ?
             O
             Praise
             God
             for
             the
             Liberties
             thou
             enjoyest
             from
             the
             Tyrannies
             of
             Idolatry
             .
             And
             pray
             for
             the
             Prince
             that
             shelters
             thee
             from
             them
             .
             )
             For
             in
             those
             days
             all
             Israel
             went
             Whoring
             with
             Jezebel
             ,
             and
             painted
             their
             Countenances
             (
             with
             her
             )
             into
             the
             Hypocritical
             Mummeries
             of
             Baalisme
             ,
             till
             that
             one
             Prophet
             washed
             off
             the
             Paint
             from
             their
             faces
             ,
             with
             the
             very
             Blood
             of
             her
             450
             Chaplains
             ,
             and
             a
             little
             restored
             them
             to
             their
             right
             hew
             and
             Complexion
             again
             .
             Such
             an
             influence
             had
             a
             painting
             Queen
             to
             sophisticate
             the
             very
             face
             and
             Profession
             of
             the
             true
             Religion
             ,
             and
             dress
             it
             up
             all
             into
             black
             patches
             with
             her self
             .
             Nay
             the
             very
             Scantling
             of
             God
             ,
             the
             poor
             7000
             that
             were
             a
             little
             more
             couragious
             then
             the
             whole
             cringing
             Multitude
             ,
             and
             who
             had
             no
             Knees
             for
             Baal
             ,
             were
             fain
             to
             daub
             too
             ,
             and
             made
             little
             appearance
             for
             God
             ,
             they
             mufled
             their
             Faith
             in
             the
             dark
             Clouds
             of
             obscurity
             ,
             and
             passed
             their
             visits
             to
             Heaven
             with
             Nicodemus
             by
             night
             ;
             While
             they
             bore
             
               a
               fair
               shew
            
             to
             Jezebel
             all
             the
             day
             .
          
           
             What
             was
             this
             but
             Painting
             too
             ?
             And
             
             though
             Ahab
             was
             fleet
             enough
             to
             run
             himself
             out
             of
             Breath
             into
             ruine
             .
             Yet
             does
             his
             Wife
             put
             a
             Spur
             on
             his
             Heele
             ,
             and
             passes
             him
             ,
             through
             the
             back
             door
             of
             Nabths
             Vineyard
             ,
             a
             shorter
             cut
             into
             Hell.
             While
             her self
             shortly
             after
             follows
             him
             thither
             ,
             and
             gets
             her
             passage
             quickned
             as
             fast
             as
             ever
             the
             Horses
             Heels
             could
             do
             it
             ,
             whose
             Feet
             trampled
             out
             her
             miserable
             Guts
             ,
             and
             scorned
             any
             further
             Execution
             ,
             but
             left
             the
             Carcase
             to
             the
             Dogs
             .
             And
             it
             is
             observable
             ,
             that
             those
             were
             somewhat
             squemish
             too
             ,
             for
             her
             Hands
             wherewith
             she
             used
             to
             daub
             on
             her
             Paint
             ,
             so
             dreadfully
             stunck
             on
             't
             ,
             that
             the
             very
             Dogs
             loaths
             them
             and
             left
             them
             untouch'd
             —
             This
             is
             that
             Jezebel
             .
          
           
             
               Of
               whose
               wicked
               Trade
               &
               practice
               of
               Painting
               ,
               The
            
             Fathers
             
               have
               not
               been
               backward
               to
               inform
               us
               .
               Its
               first
               Parentage
               and
               Rise
               ,
               others
               besides
               St.
            
             Cyprian
             
               have
               derived
               from
               the
               very
            
             Devils
             in
             hell
             ,
             Apostate-Angels
             ;
             Docuerunt
             occulos
             circumducto
             nigrore
             Fucare
             ;
             genas
             mendacio
             ruboris
             inficere
             ,
             &c.
             
             The
             very
             Devils
             
               (
               saith
               he
            
             )
             first
             taught
             the
             use
             of
             Colouring
             the
             Eye-brows
             ,
             and
             clapping
             
               on
               a
               false
               and
               lying
            
             Blush
             
               on
               the
               Cheeks
            
             ,
             so
             also
             to
             change
             the
             very
             natural
             Colour
             of
             the
             Hair
             ,
             
               and
               to
            
             adulterate
             
             the
             true
             and
             Naked
             Complexion
             of
             the
             whole
             Head
             and
             Face
             ,
             with
             those
             cursed
             Impostures
             ;
             
               (
               and
               again
            
             )
             God
             hath
             said
             ,
             Come
             let
             us
             make
             man
             after
             our
             own
             Image
             .
             And
             does
             any
             one
             dare
             to
             alter
             or
             correct
             what
             he
             hath
             made
             ?
             They
             do
             but
             lay
             violent
             hands
             upon
             God
             ,
             while
             they
             strive
             to
             mend
             or
             reform
             what
             he
             hath
             so
             well
             finished
             already
             .
             Do
             they
             not
             know
             that
             the
             Natural
             is
             Gods
             ,
             but
             the
             Artificial
             is
             the
             Devils
             ?
             Dost
             not
             thou
             tremble
             ;
             
               (
               saith
               he
               in
               another
               place
               )
            
             to
             Consider
             ,
             That
             at
             the
             Resurrection
             thy
             Maker
             will
             not
             acknowledge
             thee
             as
             his
             own
             Creature
             ?
             He
             will
             then
             say
             ,
             This
             Creature
             is
             none
             of
             my
             Framing
             .
             Where
             is
             my
             Image
             ?
             No
             ,
             no
             ,
             Here
             is
             a
             new
             Complexion
             clapped
             on
             the
             Skin
             .
             She
             hath
             adulterated
             her
             very
             Hair
             too
             ,
             and
             ●er
             whole
             Face
             ;
             The
             very
             figure
             of
             it
             is
             Corrupted
             
               [
               Vultus
               alienus
               est
            
             ]
             It
             is
             quite
             another
             Countenance
             .
             Canst
             thou
             be
             so
             Impudent
             to
             look
             on
             God
             with
             those
             Eyes
             which
             are
             so
             different
             from
             those
             himself
             made
             ,
             and
             are
             now
             so
             marred
             by
             the
             Devil
             ?
             Get
             thee
             hence
             ,
             thou
             wast
             but
             a
             follower
             of
             the
             Devil
             ,
             thou
             hast
             the
             very
             Red
             and
             Glozing
             eies
             of
             the
             Serpent
             in
             thine
             head
             ;
             as
             thou
             hast
             been
             thus
             Corrupted
             by
             the
             Devil
             ,
             so
             now
             get
             there
             into
             Hell-Fire
             with
             him
             .
             
               Thus
               that
               excellent
               Father
            
             ,
          
           
             St.
             Jerome
             seconds
             him
             ,
             Quod
             facit
             in
             
             faciae
             Christianae
             Purpurissum
             Cerussa
             ,
             &c.
             
             What
             makes
             the
             White
             or
             Red
             Varnish
             ,
             and
             Paint
             in
             the
             Face
             of
             a
             Christian
             ?
             Whereof
             one
             sets
             a
             false
             dye
             and
             lying
             Tincture
             on
             her
             Cheeks
             and
             Lips
             ,
             the
             other
             an
             Hypocrital
             Fairness
             on
             her
             Neck
             and
             Breasts
             ,
             and
             all
             this
             onely
             to
             inflame
             young
             and
             wanton
             Affections
             ,
             to
             blow
             up
             the
             Sparks
             of
             Lust
             ,
             and
             to
             shew
             what
             an
             whorish
             and
             impudent
             Heart
             dwells
             within
             those
             daubed
             Walls
             ?
             How
             can
             such
             an
             one
             weep
             for
             her
             Sins
             ,
             when
             the
             very
             tears
             would
             wash
             away
             the
             Colours
             ,
             and
             discover
             the
             Cheat
             ?
             The
             very
             falling
             down
             of
             them
             would
             make
             long
             Furrows
             on
             her
             Face
             ?
             The
             Painting
             the
             Face
             is
             the
             deforming
             of
             Gods
             Image
             and
             Workmanship
             ,
             and
             is
             most
             damnable
             ,
             
               saith
               another
            
             .
             But
             let
             those
             that
             are
             ugly
             and
             deformed
             ,
             rather
             endeavour
             to
             fix
             a
             Grace
             on
             their
             Persons
             ,
             by
             the
             lovely
             exercises
             of
             vertue
             ,
             then
             think
             to
             repair
             themselves
             by
             the
             stinking
             Collusions
             of
             Paint
             :
             
               (
               saith
               another
            
             )
             If
             we
             are
             Commanded
             to
             endeavour
             not
             our
             own
             onely
             ,
             but
             Neighbours
             Salvation
             [
             quomodo
             fucis
             licebit
             uti
             ,
             qui
             sunt
             Gladii
             ,
             Venena
             ,
             &
             ignes
             Juvenum
             aspectantium
             ]
             with
             what
             conscience
             can
             men
             use
             Painting
             and
             false
             Dye
             ,
             which
             are
             as
             so
             many
             Swords
             ,
             Poisons
             ,
             and
             Flames
             to
             burn
             up
             the
             Beholders
             ,
             Saith
             
               Peter
               Martyr
            
             .
             The
             French
             have
             a
             good
             Lituny
             ,
             De
             trois
             choses
             Dieu
             nous
             garde
             ,
             
             &c.
             
             From
             Beef
             without
             Mustard
             ,
             a
             Servant
             which
             overvalues
             himself
             ,
             and
             from
             a
             Woman
             which
             Painteth
             ,
             Good
             Lord
             deliver
             us
             ▪
          
           
             To
             what
             purpose
             are
             those
             Garments
             so
             Pompous
             ,
             Those
             Stuffs
             so
             Costly
             ,
             Those
             Guizes
             so
             sought
             after
             ,
             Those
             Colours
             so
             Fantastick
             ,
             so
             shameless
             ,
             Those
             Curles
             so
             extravagant
             ,
             those
             Patches
             so
             abominable
             ,
             unless
             it
             be
             to
             Cut
             the
             Throat
             of
             Chastity
             ,
             
               says
               another
            
             .
          
           
             Lewis
             the
             Eleventh
             ,
             King
             of
             France
             in
             his
             Melancholly
             Humour
             ,
             strongly
             fancied
             ,
             That
             every
             thing
             stunk
             about
             him
             ,
             all
             the
             odoriferous
             Perfumes
             ,
             or
             fragrant
             Savours
             his
             officers
             could
             get
             for
             him
             ,
             did
             by
             no
             means
             drive
             away
             the
             conceit
             ,
             but
             still
             he
             smelt
             a
             filthy
             stink
             .
             And
             surely
             all
             the
             Perfumes
             of
             Arabia
             ,
             (
             the
             
               united
               Sweets
            
             of
             the
             whole
             Creation
             )
             Reader
             ,
             were
             they
             gathered
             into
             Bags
             ,
             and
             hung
             under
             their
             Armholes
             ,
             will
             never
             take
             away
             the
             rankness
             and
             fulsomness
             of
             those
             unsavoury
             Creatures
             ,
             who
             stink
             alive
             ,
             as
             they
             move
             about
             ,
             infecting
             the
             very
             Air
             ,
             and
             bringing
             Plagues
             upon
             us
             ,
             Nauseous
             Fumes
             into
             the
             very
             Nostrils
             of
             God
             ,
             and
             his
             Holy
             Angels
             .
             I
             could
             collect
             an
             Vniversity
             of
             Writers
             that
             have
             all
             damn'd
             this
             impudent
             and
             graceless
             practice
             to
             the
             Pit
             of
             Hell
             ,
             but
             I
             hasten
             from
             the
             scent
             of
             them
             .
             
             For
             I
             begin
             already
             to
             feel
             the
             power
             of
             Lewis
             his
             Imagination
             arising
             from
             my
             very
             Pen
             ,
             and
             am
             affraid
             I
             have
             mistaken
             the
             Complexion-pot
             for
             my
             Standish
             .
          
           
             But
             hold
             !
             to
             what
             purpose
             is
             all
             this
             daubing
             and
             smearing
             the
             Face
             ,
             that
             is
             so
             pretty
             already
             ?
             What
             do
             the
             Ladies
             mean
             by
             it
             ?
             What
             is
             their
             end
             ?
             Why
             ,
             to
             appear
             desirable
             ,
             and
             to
             win
             the
             repute
             of
             a
             Celebrated
             Beauty
             .
             A
             glorious
             Conquest
             !
             (
             yet
             not
             half
             so
             fine
             ,
             as
             the
             aiery
             Lady
             Carnation
             that
             bears
             the
             Name
             ,
             which
             God
             himself
             has
             Painted
             in
             the
             Garden
             .
             )
             But
             is
             this
             all
             the
             Plot
             ?
             Can
             those
             Ruby
             Cheeks
             be
             satisfied
             with
             the
             Aiery
             ▪
             Bloomes
             of
             Report
             ,
             and
             Reputation
             ?
             Wind
             is
             but
             a
             poor
             repast
             for
             an
             Hungry
             Stomack
             ,
             sure
             there
             is
             something
             more
             at
             the
             bottom
             .
             Yes
             ,
             to
             win
             a
             Gallant
             ;
             very
             well
             ,
             and
             what
             then
             ?
             Will
             one
             content
             her
             ?
             Will
             she
             leave
             daubing
             then
             ?
             No
             ,
             then
             she
             daubs
             to
             keep
             him
             .
             But
             this
             is
             uncharitable
             ,
             cannot
             an
             honest
             Lady
             Paint
             ?
             Ask
             God
             himself
             ,
             
               Ezech.
               29.
               40.
               
               Thou
               washest
               thy self
               ,
               and
               paintest
               thine
               eye
               ,
               and
               deckest
               thy self
               with
               ornaments
               ,
            
             to
             what
             end
             ?
             
               And
               sitteth
               upon
               a
               Bed
            
             (
             In
             a
             readiness
             against
             the
             Lover
             come
             in
             )
             
               Will
               she
               now
               commit
               Whoredom
            
             ,
             Verse
             43.
             
             That
             is
             ,
             without
             doubt
             ▪
             
               They
               went
               in
               unto
               her
            
             ,
             Verse
             44.
             
             And
             there
             is
             the
             
             depth
             of
             the
             Plot
             ,
             and
             what
             a
             matter
             have
             you
             ferretted
             out
             ?
             True
             indeed
             !
             no
             such
             matter
             of
             wonder
             now
             adays
             ,
             if
             we
             consult
             my
             Lord
             of
             Hereford
             ,
             who
             plainly
             tells
             us
             ,
             they
             
               are
               so
               far
               from
               hiding
               the
               Plot
               ,
               that
            
             these
             painted
             Jezebels
             enter
             into
             the
             very
             Houses
             of
             the
             (
             Married
             )
             Gallants
             ,
             Where
             their
             poor
             Wives
             are
             forced
             to
             lock
             themselves
             up
             ,
             and
             cry
             to
             God
             against
             them
             with
             bitter
             tears
             .
             So
             while
             the
             whole
             Congregation
             were
             mourning
             before
             the
             Lord
             (
             on
             a
             very
             humiliation
             day
             )
             pouring
             out
             their
             brinish
             tears
             for
             the
             Whoredoms
             they
             had
             committed
             with
             the
             Cursed
             
               Danghters
               of
               Moab
            
             ,
             even
             then
             comes
             an
             Insolent
             Prince
             of
             
               Israel
               ,
               Zimri
            
             ,
             with
             his
             Painted
             Whore
             in
             his
             hand
             ,
             flanting
             it
             impudently
             ,
             into
             the
             Seat
             of
             her
             Gallant
             ,
             in
             the
             very
             Sight
             of
             all
             the
             People
             ,
             she
             not
             affected
             with
             the
             least
             shame
             ,
             nor
             he
             with
             the
             least
             sence
             of
             the
             Plague
             that
             (
             in
             that
             very
             moment
             )
             was
             raging
             iu
             the
             Camp.
             Which
             Insolence
             was
             so
             insufferable
             ,
             that
             God
             stirred
             up
             the
             spirit
             of
             Phineas
             by
             a
             sudden
             inspiration
             to
             act
             execution
             upon
             them
             both
             ,
             and
             under
             the
             very
             guilt
             to
             dispatch
             away
             their
             filthy
             Souls
             unto
             Judgment
             .
             And
             for
             these
             Zimries
             and
             Cozbe
             ,
             Great
             and
             Imperious
             Prostitntes
             ,
             to
             be
             thus
             shameless
             
             in
             a
             time
             ,
             when
             the
             Plagues
             of
             God
             are
             multiplied
             so
             thick
             upon
             us
             ,
             that
             we
             cannot
             tell
             ,
             whether
             the
             next
             blow
             may
             not
             be
             the
             sealing
             up
             of
             our
             utter
             destruction
             ,
             and
             the
             whole
             Nation
             so
             sick
             as
             it
             seems
             near
             to
             an
             expiration
             ,
             fetchi●g
             its
             sad
             and
             long
             broken
             and
             fainty
             Breaths
             ,
             At
             such
             a
             time
             ,
             for
             these
             Moabitish
             Wenches
             sent
             in
             on
             very
             purpose
             to
             ruine
             us
             with
             their
             bewitching
             eyes
             and
             Painted
             Cheeks
             ,
             and
             Gallanting
             it
             so
             shamelesly
             in
             our
             streets
             ,
             this
             I
             confess
             ,
             England
             ,
             looks
             like
             the
             kindly
             effects
             of
             the
             Execrable
             Councel
             of
             the
             Sorcerer
             ,
             who
             knows
             no
             other
             way
             to
             confound
             us
             ,
             but
             by
             Whores
             .
          
           
             VVhose
             Black-Patches
             ,
             are
             but
             our
             Blew
             ones
             ,
             and
             the
             very
             Tokens
             of
             Death
             upon
             us
             ;
             Toll
             the
             Bell
             ,
             Sexton
             ,
             and
             get
             the
             Graves
             ready
             ,
             for
             the
             doleful
             crie
             of
             the
             Fatal
             Carter
             ,
             calling
             to
             us
             ;
             
               Bring
               out
               your
               Dead
               ,
               Bring
               out
               your
               Dead
               ,
            
             is
             sounding
             in
             our
             streets
             .
             VVhile
             these
             Infectious
             Pestilences
             ,
             vvith
             the
             very
             Spots
             of
             contagion
             upon
             them
             are
             suffered
             to
             rove
             up
             and
             dovvn
             (
             as
             you
             knovv
             it
             is
             the
             very
             Nature
             of
             the
             Disease
             so
             enviously
             to
             breath
             out
             its
             killing
             blasts
             ,
             upon
             every
             face
             it
             meets
             vvith
             )
             and
             not
             an
             Officer
             zealous
             enough
             to
             confine
             'em
             to
             their
             Lodgings
             (
             for
             prevention
             of
             further
             mischief
             )
             
             and
             to
             charge
             them
             to
             prepare
             for
             their
             Graves
             .
          
           
             And
             methinks
             the
             Mourning
             
               Coach
               aud
               Horses
            
             (
             all
             in
             black
             )
             and
             plying
             in
             their
             Foreheads
             ,
             stands
             ready
             harness'd
             to
             whirl
             them
             to
             Acheron
             ,
             though
             I
             pity
             poor
             Charon
             for
             the
             darkness
             of
             the
             Night
             ;
             since
             the
             Moon
             on
             the
             Cheek
             is
             all
             in
             Ecclipse
             ,
             and
             the
             poor
             Stars
             on
             the
             Temples
             are
             clouded
             in
             Sables
             .
             And
             no
             Comfort
             left
             him
             but
             the
             Lozenges
             on
             the
             Chin
             ,
             which
             if
             he
             please
             he
             may
             pick
             off
             for
             his
             Cold
             ;
             But
             will
             find
             as
             little
             comfort
             in
             them
             ,
             as
             they
             that
             wore
             them
             ,
             and
             lesser
             in
             the
             whole
             voyage
             ,
             when
             opening
             their
             mouths
             ,
             he
             shall
             find
             no
             Silver
             there
             for
             his
             Fare
             ,
             and
             will
             discover
             them
             (
             as
             we
             )
             but
             Patches
             still
             .
          
           
             But
             what
             !
             am
             I
             playing
             with
             the
             Pendants
             of
             their
             Herse
             ,
             and
             profanely
             sporting
             ,
             while
             the
             miserably
             Dead
             are
             hawling
             into
             Hell
             !
             Let
             me
             bleed
             my
             heart
             out
             rather
             for
             them
             .
             While
             the
             very
             Cosins
             of
             the
             proud
             Daughters
             of
             Jerusalem
             swim
             in
             the
             River
             of
             my
             Saviours
             Tears
             ,
             because
             his
             Sighs
             were
             too
             weak
             to
             blow
             off
             their
             Spots
             .
          
           
             Tertullian
             ,
             
               in
               a
               prospect
               of
               these
               and
               other
               their
               infinite
               Vaneties
               cryed
               out
               ,
            
             (
             Turtul
             de
             Habit
             Mulier
             )
             O
             Mortuae
             &
             Damnatae
             Mulieris
             Impedimenta
             quasi
             ad
             pompam
             
             Funeris
             ,
             constituta
             .
             What
             are
             all
             these
             but
             the
             Baggage
             of
             a
             Dead
             Creature
             ,
             and
             already
             Damned
             prepared
             for
             the
             Pomp
             of
             her
             Funeral
             into
             Torments
             .
          
           
             For
             how
             desperate
             must
             the
             condition
             of
             those
             be
             ,
             who
             have
             wip'd
             away
             the
             Graces
             of
             the
             
               Regenerating
               Laver
            
             that
             once
             beautified
             their
             Faces
             with
             the
             vertues
             of
             that
             
               Holy
               Water
            
             which
             issued
             from
             the
             Crucified
             Saviours
             Wounds
             ,
             to
             Baptise
             themselves
             with
             the
             unsavoury
             Vnctions
             of
             the
             
               Devils
               preferring
               and
               devoting
            
             their
             persons
             preserving
             them
             the
             more
             unalterably
             to
             his
             service
             .
             Whose
             Cursed
             Interests
             they
             are
             so
             superstitiously
             bigotted
             to
             ,
             that
             (
             like
             the
             late
             Plotters
             )
             they
             receive
             the
             Sacrament
             every
             day
             ,
             and
             Crucifie
             the
             Church
             not
             by
             their
             Apostacies
             onely
             ,
             but
             Heresy
             too
             .
          
           
             And
             because
             the
             Holy
             offerings
             of
             God
             by
             special
             Command
             were
             to
             be
             without
             Spot
             their
             politick
             Master
             ,
             to
             ensure
             their
             Reprobation
             ,
             has
             bespotted
             them
             all
             over
             ,
             and
             marked
             them
             up
             for
             his
             own
             Workmanship
             
               (
               as
            
             well
             knovving
             the
             Priest
             of
             Heaven
             at
             a
             distant
             discovery
             of
             those
             prohibited
             Blemishes
             ,
             would
             rather
             sacrifice
             those
             to
             the
             wrath
             of
             
               his
               God
            
             ,
             that
             should
             dare
             present
             these
             Leopards
             to
             the
             Altar
             .
             VVho
             wearing
             on
             them
             the
             badges
             
             of
             Hell
             ,
             are
             yet
             so
             far
             from
             the
             shame
             of
             that
             horrid
             Relation
             ,
             that
             they
             are
             first
             secured
             from
             the
             Grace
             of
             blessing
             ,
             and
             so
             well
             seasoned
             to
             the
             Sodomitical
             Impudence
             ,
             that
             while
             the
             
               Show
               of
               their
               Countenance
               does
               witness
               against
               them
               ,
            
             they
             are
             proud
             to
             declare
             
               their
               Sin
               and
               Master
            
             .
          
           
             VVhat
             Magical
             Rods
             have
             charmed
             our
             unfortunate
             Isle
             into
             the
             woful
             product
             of
             such
             speckled
             and
             
               spotted
               Cattel
            
             ,
             as
             these
             ?
             Sure
             I
             am
             ,
             they
             are
             not
             the
             natural
             issue
             of
             our
             fair
             and
             beautiful
             Clymate
             .
             Stow
             tells
             us
             in
             his
             Chronicle
             ,
             That
             from
             one
             
               Spanish
               Ewe
            
             brought
             over
             and
             placed
             among
             other
             Sheep
             ,
             there
             followed
             so
             strange
             a
             Murrain
             that
             most
             of
             the
             Flocks
             of
             England
             dyed
             .
             And
             is
             there
             no
             danger
             in
             these
             
               Ring-streaks
               ?
               Jude
            
             informs
             us
             what
             a
             plague
             the
             coming
             in
             of
             some
             black
             Sheep
             (
             that
             were
             all
             Spots
             )
             proved
             to
             the
             poor
             Flock
             of
             Christ
             that
             fed
             among
             them
             ;
             and
             are
             not
             these
             the
             very
             bane
             of
             Religion
             professed
             by
             us
             ,
             the
             very
             open
             enemies
             to
             the
             Purity
             and
             Peace
             of
             the
             Gospel
             ?
          
           
             The
             
               Immaculate
               Lamb
            
             ,
             who
             bled
             himself
             to
             death
             ,
             to
             scour
             away
             filth
             with
             the
             Drops
             of
             his
             heart
             ,
             that
             he
             might
             make
             a
             
               present
               to
               himself
               of
               a
               Glorious
               Church
               ,
               without
               wrinkle
               or
               Spot
               ,
               or
               any
               such
               thing
               ,
               but
               holy
               and
               without
               Blemish
               ,
               and
               offered
               himself
               
               without
               Spot
               unto
               God
               ,
            
             to
             that
             end
             ,
             and
             who
             does
             dotes
             on
             the
             Beauty
             of
             her
             that
             is
             
               all
               Fair
               ,
               and
               has
               no
               Spot
               in
               her
               ,
            
             hath
             Commanded
             us
             to
             be
             found
             
               without
               Spot
               and
               Blemish
            
             .
             And
             though
             these
             Creatures
             fancy
             the
             Scripture-spots
             to
             be
             of
             a
             deeper
             stain
             than
             theirs
             ,
             yet
             even
             theirs
             are
             
               not
               the
               Spots
               of
               Gods
               Children
               ,
            
             but
             such
             as
             (
             the
             Fathers
             assure
             them
             )
             were
             first
             invented
             by
             the
             Devil
             ,
             who
             hath
             stuck
             them
             faster
             to
             their
             hearts
             than
             their
             Foreheads
             ,
             (
             in
             their
             love
             and
             delight
             in
             them
             )
             That
             they
             will
             stab
             once
             more
             ,
             even
             Jesus
             himself
             ,
             with
             the
             Speer
             of
             this
             madness
             ,
             and
             throw
             the
             very
             Spittle
             ,
             (
             that
             sticks
             on
             these
             Pa●ches
             )
             into
             the
             face
             of
             God
             again
             ,
             rather
             than
             be
             prevailed
             with
             ,
             to
             cast
             them
             away
             ,
             no
             ,
             not
             for
             the
             sake
             of
             his
             Blood
             :
             And
             if
             that
             powerful
             charm
             hath
             no
             Efficacy
             to
             unseal
             their
             (
             I
             fear
             judiciously
             )
             obdurated
             hearts
             ,
             (
             yet
             they
             can
             melt
             into
             Luxury
             fast
             enough
             )
             What
             effect
             can
             I
             look
             for
             from
             my
             weak
             and
             contemptible
             Ink
             ?
             Let
             them
             know
             though
             ,
             (
             even
             All
             )
             w●ose
             painted
             and
             spotted
             faces
             bear
             an
             Eye
             (
             yet
             )
             able
             to
             light
             them
             to
             the
             reading
             of
             this
             very
             Paragraph
             ,
             That
             One
             of
             their
             Sex
             ,
             (
             whose
             Repentance
             I
             fear
             ,
             they
             will
             not
             imitate
             ,
             whose
             Felicity
             therefore
             they
             can
             never
             hope
             to
             attain
             to
             )
             will
             
             certainly
             ,
             confront
             them
             in
             the
             day
             of
             the
             great
             Judgment
             (
             whose
             exemplary
             Penitence
             cannot
             operate
             them
             to
             the
             same
             bleeding
             remorse
             ,
             (
             no
             not
             the
             shadow
             of
             it
             ,
             that
             so
             passionately
             afflicted
             her
             gracious
             Soul
             )
             The
             great
             Lady
             Paula
             ,
             who
             under
             the
             lighter
             guilt
             of
             a
             rare
             and
             infrequent
             practice
             of
             these
             Fooleries
             in
             the
             days
             of
             her
             ignorance
             ,
             with
             Floods
             of
             bitter
             Tears
             and
             heart
             breaking
             Sobs
             and
             Groans
             ,
             so
             continually
             bewayled
             her
             Sin
             to
             her
             Maker
             ,
             that
             St.
             Jerome
             her
             Confessor
             ,
             who
             himself
             tells
             us
             the
             Story
             
               [
               a
               nobis
               admonitur
               ,
               ut
               panceret
               oculis
               ]
            
             in
             a
             tender
             compassion
             to
             her
             very
             eyes
             ,
             was
             forced
             to
             use
             arguments
             to
             begg
             her
             to
             spare
             them
             .
             
               No
               ,
               no
            
             ,
             (
             saith
             she
             )
             
               That
               Face
               that
               so
               often
               hath
               been
               Painted
               contrary
               to
               the
               Command
               of
               God
               ,
               does
               justly
               deserve
               to
               be
               all
               befould
               with
               tears
               .
               That
               Body
               must
               be
               chastened
               a
               while
               on
               which
               I
               have
               spent
               so
               much
               time
               in
               in
               tricking
               it
               up
               .
               I
               have
               been
               merry
               long
               enough
               ,
               't
               is
               high
               time
               to
               betake
               me
               to
               weeping
               :
               Now
               my
               fine
               Linnen
               ,
               and
               Silks
               and
               Ornaments
               ,
               are
               very
               fit
               to
               be
               changed
               into
               Haircloth
               .
               I
               that
               have
               made
               it
               my
               business
               to
               please
               my
               Husband
               ,
               and
               follow
               the
               Fashions
               of
               the
               World
               ,
               now
               should
               endeavour
               e●
               approve
               my self
               to
               my
               Saviour
               .
            
          
           
             And
             never
             while
             the
             works
             of
             the
             Holy
             
             Saint
             Ambrose
             survive
             in
             the
             World
             ,
             will
             the
             account
             of
             the
             unparalel'd
             vertue
             of
             the
             famous
             Spurina
             ,
             be
             lost
             in
             oblivion
             ,
             who
             in
             her
             Gentile
             and
             Pagan
             Estate
             ,
             was
             so
             great
             an
             Admirer
             of
             Purity
             ,
             That
             being
             a
             Virgin
             of
             incomparable
             Beauty
             ,
             and
             blessed
             with
             all
             the
             advantages
             of
             a
             desirable
             face
             ,
             was
             therefore
             sought
             for
             and
             courted
             by
             many
             wanton
             Lovers
             ,
             and
             woed
             to
             make
             a
             Sacrifice
             of
             all
             her
             Glories
             to
             the
             Lusts
             of
             her
             Admirers
             ;
             Did
             therefore
             to
             allay
             and
             extinguish
             those
             unlawful
             fires
             ,
             all
             hackle
             and
             cut
             her
             excellent
             Cheeks
             ,
             making
             Wounds
             and
             Scars
             in
             them
             on
             purpose
             to
             be
             free
             from
             the
             Solicitations
             of
             those
             who
             were
             even
             distracted
             for
             her
             .
             And
             I
             will
             insert
             the
             Application
             of
             the
             Story
             ,
             which
             cannot
             be
             mended
             by
             a
             better
             Pen
             ,
             then
             his
             that
             wrote
             it
             —
             
               O
               thou
               Christian
               Woman
               ,
               who
               dost
               paint
               thy self
               with
               an
               ill
               intention
               ,
               seeking
               to
               gain
               that
               by
               imposture
               ,
               which
               thou
               canst
               not
               attain
               by
               truth
               ,
               and
               not
               satisfying
               thy self
               with
               adulterating
               thy
               Beauty
               ,
               sparest
               not
               to
               discover
               among
               company
               ,
               a
               scandalous
               nakedness
               ,
               to
               shew
               in
               thy
               Breast
               the
               impudence
               of
               thy
               Fore-Head
               .
               Consider
               a
               little
               what
               thou
               wilt
               answer
               to
               this
               Paynim
               with
               all
               thy
               Curiosity
               ,
               when
               her
               Blood
               ,
               her
               Wounds
               ,
               her
               Scars
               ,
               her
               Beauty
               disfigured
               ,
               which
               served
               
               as
               a
               Sacrifice
               to
               her
               Chastity
               ,
               shall
               accuse
               thee
               before
               the
               Inevitable
               Tribunal
               .
            
          
           
             Saint
             Jerome
             
               in
               his
               Directions
               to
            
             Laeta
             
               for
               the
               right
               ordering
               and
               vertuous
               Education
               of
               young
               women
               ,
               hath
               these
               very
               words
               ,
               (
               not
               unworthy
               to
               be
               taken
               notice
               of
               by
               all
               Christian
               Parents
               ,
               on
               whom
               ,
               the
               like
               charge
               and
               care
               is
               incumbent
               )
            
             Accustome
             her
             not
             
               (
               saith
               he
            
             )
             to
             wear
             Pendants
             in
             her
             Ears
             ,
             nor
             to
             Paint
             ,
             nor
             to
             load
             her
             Neck
             and
             Head
             with
             Pearles
             ;
             Neither
             let
             her
             change
             the
             Colour
             of
             her
             Hair
             ,
             nor
             Curle
             or
             Crisp
             it
             up
             with
             Irons
             ,
             least
             it
             prove
             a
             prediction
             of
             Infernal
             Flames
             .
             Beware
             she
             go
             not
             forth
             with
             Dinah
             to
             see
             the
             Fashions
             of
             the
             Maids
             of
             the
             Countrey
             .
             Let
             her
             not
             be
             a
             Dancer
             ,
             nor
             gawdy
             in
             Apparel
             .
             Let
             her
             read
             good
             Books
             ,
             and
             never
             go
             abroad
             without
             the
             knowledge
             of
             her
             Mother
             .
             Let
             not
             a
             young
             Pretender
             whisper
             things
             into
             her
             ears
             ,
             but
             cause
             them
             to
             speak
             aloud
             ,
             that
             the
             rest
             may
             hear
             .
          
           
             The
             advices
             of
             this
             Father
             are
             so
             perfectly
             out
             of
             Fashion
             ,
             &
             immodish
             in
             these
             days
             of
             ours
             ,
             that
             it
             s
             become
             even
             ridiculous
             and
             impudency
             to
             press
             them
             ;
             and
             my
             design
             of
             inserting
             them
             ,
             is
             rather
             for
             Lamentation
             of
             the
             ruins
             of
             the
             Primitive
             Piety
             ,
             then
             from
             any
             great
             hopes
             of
             a
             careful
             Imitation
             ,
             or
             practice
             of
             them
             .
             While
             
             the
             shameless
             immodesty
             of
             too
             many
             of
             our
             Ladies
             ,
             makes
             me
             more
             to
             venerate
             the
             memory
             of
             the
             Lady
             Margaret
             ,
             Sole
             Daughter
             and
             Heiress
             of
             the
             great
             Duke
             of
             Burgundy
             ,
             who
             by
             a
             fall
             from
             her
             horse
             having
             broken
             her
             Thigh
             ,
             chose
             rather
             to
             dye
             then
             to
             expose
             her self
             to
             the
             inspection
             of
             the
             Chirurgeons
             ;
             yet
             what
             that
             Lady
             did
             from
             an
             innate
             Principle
             of
             bashfulness
             ,
             and
             perfect
             respect
             to
             the
             honour
             of
             Feminine
             Modesty
             ,
             the
             same
             are
             ours
             acting
             too
             from
             another
             of
             desperate
             obstinacy
             ;
             for
             though
             they
             have
             long
             since
             fallen
             from
             all
             the
             Ideas
             of
             Vertue
             and
             Goodness
             ,
             (
             yea
             from
             the
             very
             pretences
             to
             it
             )
             and
             by
             that
             slip
             have
             crack'd
             their
             Honours
             ,
             wounded
             their
             reputations
             ,
             dislocated
             their
             peace
             ,
             disjoynted
             their
             Consciences
             ,
             and
             endangered
             their
             Salvations
             ,
             yet
             are
             they
             so
             far
             from
             thoughts
             of
             setting
             again
             their
             broken
             Bones
             ,
             searching
             into
             the
             bottom
             of
             their
             Wounds
             ,
             applying
             Lenitives
             to
             asswage
             the
             Tumours
             of
             their
             bruised
             Consciences
             ,
             or
             Corrasives
             to
             eat
             out
             the
             dead
             Flesh
             that
             is
             about
             them
             ,
             That
             they
             desperately
             take
             up
             resolutions
             of
             dying
             too
             ;
             even
             these
             will
             be
             modest
             forsooth
             ,
             and
             keep
             their
             Gangrenes
             to
             themselves
             ,
             bravely
             bear
             the
             burning
             of
             their
             festring
             sores
             ,
             running
             up
             and
             down
             
             bleeding
             inwardly
             ,
             even
             to
             death
             ;
             but
             so
             they
             can
             set
             a
             good
             face
             on
             the
             matter
             plaister
             over
             the
             Orifice
             of
             the
             Wound
             ,
             and
             daub
             it
             with
             the
             Mortar
             of
             a
             gawdy
             Swathe
             ,
             and
             a
             few
             fine
             Clouts
             ;
             this
             answers
             all
             their
             projects
             :
             Their
             Ambition
             is
             no
             higher
             than
             the
             Hypocrisy
             of
             those
             who
             flaunted
             up
             and
             down
             with
             a
             painted
             Profession
             of
             a
             superficial
             Goodness
             ,
             and
             appeared
             like
             Sepulchres
             ,
             which
             when
             open'd
             yield
             (
             of
             all
             other
             )
             the
             most
             nauseous
             stench
             .
             And
             for
             Painted
             Ladies
             to
             yield
             nothing
             else
             but
             Mummye
             and
             Bones
             ,
             is
             very
             Melancholy
             to
             consider
             .
          
           
             But
             this
             is
             not
             all
             ,
             for
             amongst
             some
             of
             them
             ,
             the
             fury
             of
             the
             distemper
             hath
             seized
             on
             the
             very
             Brain
             ,
             and
             utterly
             deprived
             them
             of
             their
             Sences
             .
             You
             may
             hear
             them
             raging
             as
             Madly
             as
             ever
             did
             frantick
             in
             Bedlam
             ,
             and
             grown
             into
             a
             perfect
             insensibleness
             of
             any
             pain
             or
             distraction
             upon
             them
             ,
             as
             God
             knoweth
             they
             feel
             no
             more
             Ach
             ,
             and
             fear
             no
             more
             danger
             ,
             than
             those
             that
             have
             reached
             the
             impeceable
             Estate
             :
             Nay
             will
             swear
             they
             be
             the
             best
             Saints
             in
             World
             ,
             and
             have
             done
             nothing
             but
             what
             they
             dare
             answer
             to
             their
             Maker
             ;
             they
             rail
             against
             others
             more
             modest
             than
             themselves
             ,
             and
             Fanatacize
             the
             whole
             Church
             ,
             that
             in
             pity
             and
             kindness
             to
             their
             lanugishing
             
             Souls
             do
             but
             offer
             the
             benefit
             of
             the
             Holy
             Offices
             to
             them
             ,
             and
             would
             apply
             the
             most
             probable
             remedies
             ,
             whose
             vertue
             might
             prevail
             to
             restore
             them
             to
             their
             Wits
             .
             The
             good
             David
             once
             was
             put
             to
             it
             to
             counterfeit
             a
             Madness
             for
             the
             saving
             of
             his
             life
             ;
             but
             these
             ,
             a
             cruel
             one
             for
             the
             damning
             their
             Souls
             .
             Therefore
             as
             Achish
             said
             ,
             
               Lo
               you
               see
               the
               man
               is
               mad
            
             ;
             so
             methinks
             I
             hear
             God
             say
             ,
             
               Shall
               these
               mad
               people
               come
               into
               my
               house
               ?
            
             And
             what
             have
             I
             to
             do
             with
             them
             any
             longer
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Of
             Perukes
             and
             Hair.
             
          
           
             WHat
             a
             Bussle
             have
             we
             had
             about
             Plots
             of
             late
             ,
             and
             cries
             against
             Popery
             coming
             in
             ?
             When
             any
             that
             had
             but
             half
             an
             eye
             might
             have
             seen
             Pope
             Joan
             in
             the
             Chair
             ,
             and
             sitting
             as
             Head
             of
             the
             Church
             at
             least
             twenty
             full
             years
             already
             .
             Don't
             you
             perceive
             many
             thousands
             that
             have
             rounded
             themselves
             into
             
               Priest
               hood
            
             ,
             and
             wearing
             the
             
               Mark
               of
               the
               Beast
            
             very
             confidently
             in
             
               their
               Foreheads
            
             ?
             Nay
             the
             devout
             Ladies
             so
             obsequious
             as
             to
             travel
             
             up
             and
             down
             with
             her
             Bulls
             .
             But
             the
             poorer
             women
             (
             in
             a
             Flame
             for
             her
             Government
             )
             by
             whole
             swarms
             do
             thwack
             up
             the
             Nunneries
             ,
             and
             have
             offered
             up
             their
             Hair
             very
             humbly
             to
             the
             Abbess
             (
             according
             to
             Order
             )
             in
             full
             resolution
             to
             take
             up
             the
             Veyle
             .
             So
             the
             Streets
             are
             full
             of
             the
             Monks
             with
             their
             Hoods
             on
             .
             And
             the
             Fryars
             every
             where
             Peep
             out
             of
             their
             Coules
             .
             Not
             a
             young
             Fellow
             that
             takes
             pet
             against
             his
             Noddle
             for
             catching
             the
             least
             Cough
             or
             Cold
             ,
             but
             strait
             in
             revenge
             ,
             off
             goes
             his
             Locks
             ,
             and
             himself
             is
             shaved
             into
             Orders
             .
             Leaving
             the
             Kingdom
             as
             naked
             of
             good
             Subjects
             to
             their
             Prince
             ,
             as
             poor
             Spain
             ,
             (
             whose
             Souldiers
             the
             Pope
             has
             garison'd
             up
             in
             his
             Monasteries
             )
             That
             should
             occasion
             come
             for
             an
             Army
             to
             be
             raised
             ,
             a
             third
             part
             must
             consist
             of
             
               Holy
               Fathers
            
             .
             The
             Rents
             of
             her
             Holiness
             far
             exceeds
             all
             that
             ever
             her
             Predecessors
             received
             from
             this
             Kingdom
             ,
             and
             upon
             strict
             account
             taken
             of
             her
             yearly
             Revenues
             ,
             (
             as
             heretofore
             )
             will
             be
             found
             I
             fear
             to
             vie
             weight
             with
             the
             Kings
             .
             Her
             Collecters
             pass
             boldly
             up
             and
             down
             through
             every
             Corner
             of
             the
             Land
             to
             gather
             up
             the
             Materials
             of
             her
             Worship
             ,
             and
             have
             Authority
             to
             break
             open
             all
             the
             Dove-houses
             and
             Meal-Tubs
             to
             dig
             for
             Salt-peter
             to
             make
             Powder
             with
             ;
             
             which
             is
             an
             absolute
             Right
             to
             her
             Honour
             derived
             from
             the
             very
             first
             Founder
             of
             the
             Papacy
             .
             Nay
             the
             poor
             Countrey
             Girls
             cannot
             keep
             their
             Coifes
             on
             ,
             for
             these
             Officers
             that
             have
             Commission
             to
             dig
             into
             the
             very
             Mould
             of
             their
             Souls
             after
             Oare
             of
             all
             Colours
             ,
             whether
             Or
             ,
             or
             Argent
             ,
             or
             Azure
             ,
             it
             all
             serves
             to
             make
             Shrines
             to
             the
             Glory
             of
             the
             Goddess
             ,
             and
             t
             is
             much
             the
             Goats
             escape
             the
             Inquisition
             ;
             and
             the
             poor
             Shocks
             will
             I
             fear
             be
             brought
             in
             for
             their
             Peter-pence
             towards
             the
             Maintenance
             of
             the
             Frizzes
             :
             Thus
             with
             the
             Egyptians
             we
             are
             building
             goodly
             Temples
             to
             the
             Honour
             of
             a
             Deity
             .
             But
             when
             the
             Votaries
             come
             to
             pay
             their
             Devotions
             there
             ,
             they
             find
             nothing
             else
             but
             the
             stately
             Pusse
             in
             Her
             Majesty
             ,
             who
             because
             she
             changed
             her
             Coat
             so
             often
             ,
             has
             at
             least
             a
             Thousand
             Taylors
             and
             their
             Journey-men
             ,
             very
             hard
             stitching
             up
             the
             Pontificals
             of
             her
             Dress
             ,
             which
             hang
             up
             for
             publick
             view
             and
             Sale
             ,
             (
             as
             
             Diana's
             Shrines
             )
             for
             very
             Strangers
             to
             buy
             up
             ,
             and
             bear
             away
             as
             the
             Medals
             of
             her
             Glory
             into
             every
             Countrey
             of
             the
             World
             ,
             whose
             Traders
             are
             grown
             to
             so
             prodigious
             an
             height
             ,
             that
             one
             of
             them
             passing
             off
             the
             Stage
             (
             in
             the
             Pride
             of
             his
             Business
             )
             left
             yet
             behind
             him
             an
             Inventory
             of
             some
             Thousands
             ,
             which
             far
             surmounts
             the
             
             hopes
             of
             Ten
             poor
             
               Heretical
               Priests
            
             ,
             to
             attain
             to
             ,
             in
             all
             the
             long
             series
             of
             their
             sweat
             .
             So
             Deliciously
             do
             these
             Idolaters
             fare
             at
             Jezebels
             Table
             ,
             when
             the
             poor
             Prophets
             of
             Heaven
             are
             put
             to
             it
             ,
             to
             bite
             a
             piece
             of
             brown
             Cake
             at
             a
             Widows
             .
             And
             to
             speak
             plainly
             ,
             forty
             or
             threescore
             pound
             a
             year
             for
             Perriwiggs
             ,
             and
             ten
             to
             a
             poor
             Chaplin
             to
             say
             Grace
             to
             him
             that
             Adores
             Hair
             ,
             is
             sufficient
             Demonstration
             of
             the
             weakness
             of
             the
             Brains
             they
             keep
             warm
             .
             And
             let
             me
             take
             the
             boldness
             to
             manifest
             a
             few
             of
             the
             ill
             Consequences
             of
             this
             Idolatry
             .
          
           
             First
             with
             the
             Womans
             Hair
             we
             have
             put
             on
             her
             Art
             (
             not
             of
             Cookery
             and
             the
             Kitchin
             only
             ,
             and
             become
             Hen-Housewifes
             as
             my
             Lord
             Hereford
             tells
             us
             ,
             but
             )
             of
             the
             Chamber
             and
             the
             dressing
             Room
             .
             Tricking
             up
             our selves
             into
             as
             delicate
             starch'd-up
             a
             posture
             as
             she
             .
             Some
             of
             us
             have
             gotten
             the
             Boddice
             on
             ,
             to
             make
             us
             look
             slender
             and
             pretty
             ;
             And
             the
             Epicene
             Sleeves
             do
             very
             well
             fit
             both
             the
             Hee
             and
             the
             She
             ,
             The
             Sleeve
             strings
             are
             tyed
             with
             the
             same
             Curiosity
             and
             the
             
               Val
               de
               Chambre
            
             that
             cannot
             knit
             the
             knot
             Allamode
             ,
             is
             kick'd
             away
             as
             a
             bungler
             in
             his
             Trade
             and
             Profession
             .
             The
             Ladies
             Point
             ,
             drawn
             together
             serves
             well
             for
             a
             Crevat
             ,
             with
             a
             Grace
             while
             the
             poor
             Collars
             (
             to
             make
             way
             for
             a
             
             naked
             Neck
             too
             )
             that
             was
             used
             when
             we
             were
             Boys
             ,
             to
             chuckle
             us
             under
             the
             Chinn
             ,
             and
             bid
             us
             look
             up
             to
             Heaven
             ,
             like
             Severus
             his
             Tutor
             ,
             is
             put
             to
             Death
             ,
             for
             breeding
             us
             up
             too
             Civil
             .
             The
             Ribbon
             at
             the
             Hilt
             of
             our
             Sword
             ,
             is
             Security
             against
             his
             being
             drawn
             ,
             while
             we
             fix
             it
             there
             ,
             (
             as
             Cupids
             Knights
             )
             with
             no
             other
             design
             but
             to
             help
             to
             wound
             the
             Hearts
             of
             the
             Ladies
             .
          
           
             2.
             
             And
             who
             sees
             not
             the
             happy
             Victory
             ,
             that
             we
             have
             gotten
             
               their
               very-Hearts
            
             in
             our
             Bosoms
             ;
             as
             close
             as
             their
             Hair
             on
             our
             Heads
             :
             Not
             their
             Effeminacy
             only
             ,
             but
             Weakness
             too
             ,
             and
             have
             perfectly
             shav'd
             away
             all
             our
             Virility
             and
             Prowess
             (
             which
             formerly
             made
             Earthquakes
             in
             the
             world
             ,
             and
             the
             now-formidable
             France
             hath
             trembled
             at
             )
             our
             Swords
             lye
             dangling
             on
             our
             Thighs
             ,
             with
             the
             same
             Luxury
             ,
             as
             as
             our
             Wiggs
             (
             of
             the
             same
             length
             ,
             )
             sport
             themselves
             on
             our
             Breasts
             .
             And
             if
             we
             pass
             on
             at
             this
             rate
             ,
             we
             may
             wear
             the
             Babylonian
             Character
             ,
             Jer.
             51.
             30.
             
             
               The
               mighty
               men
               have
               forborn
               to
               Fight
               ,
               their
               Might
               hath
               failed
               ,
               they
               became
               as
               Women
               .
            
             What
             ,
             car'd
             the
             great
             Alexander
             for
             six
             hundred
             Thousand
             such
             
               Persian
               Women
            
             ,
             who
             with
             another
             Army
             of
             Singers
             ,
             Dancers
             ,
             Perfumers
             ,
             Cooks
             ,
             Butlers
             and
             Tart-bakers
             ,
             came
             to
             oppose
             him
             ?
             Will
             those
             Eyes
             
             Dart
             fire
             in
             the
             face
             of
             an
             Enemy
             ,
             that
             are
             dazl'd
             in
             the
             Glitters
             of
             the
             Theater
             ?
             Will
             men
             hope
             to
             prevail
             while
             they
             push
             with
             the
             brissles
             of
             a
             Woman
             instead
             of
             a
             Pike
             ?
             well
             may
             those
             Lances
             shiver
             into
             their
             own
             eyes
             ,
             and
             muffle
             up
             their
             sight
             ,
             but
             never
             will
             they
             pierce
             Terrour
             or
             Wounds
             into
             the
             Heart
             of
             an
             Adversary
             .
             Had
             the
             
               Black
               Prince
            
             and
             the
             brave
             Talbot
             gone
             thus
             accountred
             into
             France
             ,
             the
             Flower-de-Luces
             had
             never
             perfumed
             the
             Royal
             Arms
             of
             
               England
               .
               Philip
               de
               Cominis
            
             tells
             us
             ,
             that
             after
             the
             Skirmish
             which
             Charls
             the
             Eighth
             of
             France
             had
             with
             the
             Venetian
             forces
             at
             Fornove
             ,
             the
             Ground
             was
             all
             strawed
             with
             the
             Gilded
             Bourdenasses
             of
             the
             Vanquished
             ,
             which
             the
             French
             picked
             up
             in
             abundance
             ;
             but
             what
             sport
             would
             it
             make
             after
             a
             Battel
             here
             to
             carry
             away
             an
             Army
             of
             Periwiggs
             ?
             If
             his
             Majesty
             was
             once
             justly
             incens'd
             against
             that
             VVigg
             that
             whiffled
             into
             the
             Eyes
             of
             a
             Schollar
             ,
             and
             disturbed
             his
             Preaching
             ,
             how
             much
             more
             would
             he
             be
             ,
             and
             with
             what
             Zeal
             would
             he
             Rattle
             off
             the
             Idler
             Humour
             from
             the
             Shoulders
             of
             his
             Souldiers
             ,
             which
             would
             hinder
             them
             from
             fighting
             ,
             since
             the
             Glory
             of
             his
             Nation
             depends
             on
             their
             Valour
             ?
          
           
           
             3.
             
             And
             thirdly
             with
             the
             womans
             Hair
             ,
             (
             we
             may
             leave
             out
             the
             R.
             and
             find
             )
             we
             have
             gotten
             her
             Heat
             ,
             and
             God
             who
             hath
             given
             us
             over
             to
             shave
             away
             our
             own
             ,
             to
             put
             on
             her
             Glory
             ,
             hath
             justly
             hardened
             us
             to
             glory
             in
             the
             spoiles
             of
             the
             whole
             Body
             ,
             as
             in
             those
             of
             her
             Head
             ,
             while
             she
             with
             reason
             and
             vaunt
             enough
             triumphs
             in
             the
             Ruines
             of
             our
             Strength
             .
             Is
             it
             a
             wonder
             to
             find
             our selves
             bald
             and
             weak
             ,
             while
             we
             are
             slumbering
             in
             the
             lap
             of
             Dalilah
             ?
             Alass
             when
             her
             Curles
             are
             twisted
             about
             our
             very
             heart
             ,
             and
             twind
             themselves
             there
             to
             insnare
             us
             ,
             can
             we
             marvel
             if
             our
             Locks
             are
             sheer'd
             off
             in
             our
             sleep
             ,
             to
             make
             way
             for
             the
             hanging
             of
             hers
             ,
             when
             our
             folly
             puts
             the
             Scissars
             in
             her
             hand
             ,
             and
             we
             cannot
             wear
             hers
             and
             our
             own
             .
             And
             I
             wish
             ,
             that
             Treachery
             may
             abate
             our
             Heat
             ,
             when
             the
             Mercinary
             Hands
             are
             still
             at
             work
             ,
             that
             receive
             the
             price
             of
             our
             Bloods
             ,
             to
             strip
             off
             our
             honour
             and
             strength
             ,
             and
             send
             us
             poor
             Slaves
             to
             the
             Mill.
             Since
             we
             have
             found
             the
             women
             so
             kind
             to
             sell
             us
             the
             Hair
             from
             their
             Heads
             ,
             we
             have
             encroached
             on
             the
             freeness
             of
             their
             Natures
             ,
             and
             think
             they
             may
             as
             well
             ,
             make
             a
             prize
             of
             all
             the
             rest
             .
             And
             God
             knows
             the
             Age
             hath
             not
             found
             them
             overshie
             of
             trading
             .
             History
             tells
             us
             ,
             that
             in
             the
             time
             of
             
               Septimus
               Severus
            
             his
             
             time
             at
             Rome
             ,
             there
             were
             threethousand
             Indicted
             of
             Adultery
             ,
             but
             were
             all
             impeach'd
             that
             are
             guilty
             here
             ,
             the
             Clerk
             of
             the
             Sessions
             need
             not
             care
             to
             change
             place
             with
             the
             Judge
             .
          
           
             4.
             
             And
             't
             is
             no
             less
             observable
             ,
             that
             since
             we
             have
             worn
             these
             Coronets
             on
             our
             heads
             ,
             we
             have
             forgotten
             our
             Obedience
             to
             our
             Prince
             ,
             and
             thought
             our selves
             his
             very
             Peers
             .
             You
             cannot
             imagine
             what
             fancies
             it
             creates
             in
             our
             Nodles
             by
             its
             heat
             .
             At
             Grand
             Cairo
             they
             hatch
             all
             their
             Chickens
             in
             Ovens
             ;
             on
             purpose
             heat
             to
             the
             degree
             of
             production
             ;
             but
             who
             sees
             not
             since
             our
             Brains
             have
             been
             fired
             by
             these
             Furzes
             what
             Serpents
             the
             Cockatrices
             Eggs
             have
             produced
             .
             While
             our
             Gallants
             flant
             along
             not
             a
             step
             without
             the
             graceful
             Attendants
             of
             the
             tall
             Yeoman
             with
             their
             Halberts
             ,
             guarding
             each
             side
             of
             their
             Shoulders
             .
             What
             can
             they
             think
             themselves
             less
             then
             Kings
             ?
             The
             Grand
             Seigniour
             with
             all
             his
             golden
             Peichi's
             gliding
             mutely
             along
             by
             his
             side
             ,
             can
             never
             ravish
             himself
             in
             the
             lofty
             conceipts
             of
             his
             Glory
             to
             that
             Degree
             ,
             that
             an
             Empty
             skull'd
             Squire
             does
             now
             in
             the
             dancing
             of
             his
             Aubrey
             Tresses
             about
             ,
             while
             he
             looks
             out
             here
             &
             there
             to
             feast
             his
             eyes
             on
             the
             fancied
             Subjects
             that
             admire
             him
             .
             Mahomets
             Pigeon
             inspir'd
             a
             Rebellion
             which
             
             hath
             envasselled
             two
             parts
             of
             the
             World
             under
             it
             :
             And
             what
             know
             we
             ,
             what
             Malignant
             Influence
             the
             dangerous
             whispers
             of
             these
             whiffling
             Flatterers
             into
             the
             addle
             Brains
             of
             so
             many
             Hot-spurs
             ,
             may
             have
             upon
             our
             peace
             ?
             Can
             you
             distinguish
             a
             Barber
             from
             a
             
               Justice
               of
               Peace
            
             ,
             who
             stalkes
             with
             a
             Port
             as
             stately
             as
             he
             ?
             and
             talks
             as
             politickly
             too
             ,
             as
             if
             he
             had
             spruc'd
             himself
             into
             the
             Counc●l
             .
             It
             is
             certain
             till
             Law
             oblige
             us
             to
             wear
             our
             own
             Wool
             on
             our
             Backs
             ,
             and
             our
             own
             Hair
             on
             our
             own
             Heads
             ,
             we
             shall
             never
             Coole
             into
             that
             sence
             of
             our
             due
             distance
             from
             the
             Grandeurs
             of
             Majesty
             as
             we
             ought
             .
             No
             sooner
             had
             Israel
             trim'd
             themselves
             up
             into
             Gallantry
             and
             Long
             Locks
             ,
             but
             they
             shook
             off
             their
             obedience
             to
             Heaven
             it self
             ;
             
               We
               are
               Lords
               —
               we
               will
               come
               no
               more
               unto
               thee
               ,
               Jer.
            
             2.
             31
             ,
             33.
             
             Nor
             is
             Absaloms
             Story
             any
             news
             to
             us
             .
          
           
             And
             who
             considers
             the
             vast
             contributions
             that
             are
             collected
             for
             this
             Usurper
             through
             the
             Kingdom
             !
             When
             Princes
             and
             Nobles
             have
             dispatched
             away
             their
             Groans
             over
             the
             Alpes
             ,
             to
             implore
             a
             Cessation
             of
             those
             loads
             that
             have
             almost
             crippl'd
             them
             from
             Rome
             ,
             we
             can
             suffer
             these
             to
             lie
             constantly
             on
             our
             Shoulders
             without
             the
             least
             sence
             of
             their
             Burden
             .
             
             Though
             Christ
             paid
             Peters
             Tax
             for
             him
             by
             a
             Miracle
             ,
             from
             the
             mouth
             of
             a
             Fish
             ,
             yet
             would
             it
             be
             a
             greater
             ,
             (
             should
             his
             Successor
             come
             to
             gather
             here
             again
             )
             if
             he
             abate
             a
             farthing
             for
             the
             charges
             we
             are
             at
             for
             our
             Poles
             .
          
           
             Our
             Ancestors
             were
             wiser
             than
             we
             ,
             who
             kept
             this
             Tax
             in
             their
             Pockets
             ,
             which
             helpt
             to
             maintain
             their
             Tables
             ,
             and
             would
             hardly
             have
             eaten
             a
             Crumm
             ,
             had
             they
             found
             but
             an
             Hair
             in
             their
             Dish
             ,
             while
             we
             are
             Curling
             and
             Powdring
             up
             ten
             thousand
             ,
             that
             fly
             into
             our
             mouths
             all
             dinner
             ,
             and
             cannot
             make
             a
             Meal
             in
             peace
             for
             '
             um
             .
          
           
             To
             better
             purpose
             would
             this
             Hair
             be
             employed
             ,
             should
             we
             be
             put
             to
             the
             shifts
             that
             once
             the
             poor
             Citizens
             of
             Bizantium
             were
             ,
             when
             under
             the
             extremities
             of
             a
             three
             years
             Seige
             by
             the
             Romans
             ,
             and
             almost
             ready
             to
             perish
             ,
             having
             occasion
             to
             patch
             up
             a
             Fleet
             ,
             under
             the
             want
             of
             Cordage
             ,
             were
             fain
             to
             make
             use
             of
             the
             Womens
             Hair
             ;
             Which
             they
             poor
             Wretches
             very
             cheerfuly
             cut
             off
             ,
             and
             gave
             them
             to
             inch
             out
             their
             Tackle
             ,
             and
             though
             the
             whole
             Navy
             miscarried
             by
             a
             Storm
             ,
             yet
             was
             not
             their
             zeal
             the
             less
             laudable
             ,
             who
             did
             it
             for
             the
             saving
             of
             the
             City
             or
             themselves
             ,
             when
             ours
             do
             it
             for
             no
             good
             at
             all
             .
          
           
           
             'T
             is
             some
             comfort
             yet
             ,
             (
             though
             our
             City
             Esquires
             continues
             their
             Heathenish
             Length
             ,
             which
             God
             hath
             so
             damn'd
             in
             his
             Word
             )
             That
             our
             wiser
             Gentry
             of
             the
             Countrey
             ,
             have
             of
             late
             religiously
             submitted
             to
             Circumcision
             .
             And
             though
             they
             have
             done
             it
             with
             Sechem
             in
             politick
             design
             of
             fair
             Game
             ,
             Yet
             would
             they
             hunt
             the
             brave
             Doe
             still
             the
             better
             ,
             would
             they
             quite
             lay
             down
             her
             artificial
             Nets
             ,
             to
             try
             how
             Nature
             would
             weave
             one
             .
          
           
             And
             they
             need
             not
             fear
             Absaloms
             Fate
             ,
             so
             long
             as
             they
             hunt
             not
             a
             Father
             .
             'T
             was
             the
             short
             Cut
             of
             that
             poor
             Princes
             obedience
             ,
             that
             made
             his
             very
             Hair
             turn
             Rebel
             ,
             and
             hung
             him
             up
             under
             an
             Oak
             ,
             to
             receive
             the
             reward
             of
             his
             King-hunting
             .
          
           
             But
             though
             Absalom
             was
             graced
             with
             a
             Natural
             Perriwigg
             ,
             that
             was
             both
             his
             Pride
             and
             his
             Plague
             ,
             yet
             a
             good
             head
             of
             Hair
             is
             so
             vulgar
             a
             Blessing
             ,
             that
             we
             find
             it
             as
             common
             to
             the
             Beggar
             as
             the
             Prince
             ,
             and
             he
             that
             dares
             not
             for
             his
             Ears
             boast
             the
             glory
             of
             his
             Blood
             ,
             may
             yet
             compare
             with
             the
             best
             in
             the
             finess
             of
             his
             Locks
             .
          
           
             The
             truth
             is
             ,
             if
             the
             House
             be
             well
             furnished
             within
             ,
             in
             every
             Room
             as
             it
             ought
             ,
             the
             Brain
             will
             find
             wit
             enough
             to
             excuse
             the
             unhappy
             want
             of
             
               a
               Bush
            
             without
             ,
             which
             seldom
             prove
             so
             fatal
             to
             any
             ,
             as
             poor
             Aeschilus
             ,
             
             whose
             Bald
             Pate
             ,
             when
             mistaken
             by
             an
             Eagle
             for
             a
             Stone
             ,
             she
             let
             fall
             a
             Crab
             upon
             the
             poor
             Poet
             and
             killed
             him
             ,
             who
             had
             ingeniously
             written
             the
             tragedies
             of
             others
             ,
             but
             foresaw
             not
             that
             of
             his
             Skull
             ;
             This
             Age
             would
             have
             taught
             him
             to
             have
             prevented
             that
             strange
             Accident
             by
             covering
             it
             over
             with
             Moss
             .
             And
             though
             Elisha
             underwent
             the
             reproach
             of
             his
             want
             of
             Hair
             ,
             from
             the
             Children
             that
             more
             wanted
             Grace
             ,
             yet
             had
             he
             Shaggie
             Creatures
             enough
             at
             his
             Call
             ,
             to
             punish
             their
             insolence
             with
             death
             .
          
           
             'T
             is
             strange
             what
             Plinie
             Records
             of
             the
             Romans
             ,
             that
             they
             never
             knew
             the
             use
             of
             Barber
             till
             four
             hundred
             fifty
             four
             years
             after
             the
             building
             of
             their
             City
             ,
             when
             in
             the
             time
             of
             
               Scipio
               Affricanus
            
             ,
             they
             were
             first
             brought
             in
             out
             of
             
               Sicily
               .
               Antea
               Intonsi
               fuerunt
            
             .
             Before
             that
             it
             seems
             they
             hackled
             off
             their
             Locks
             with
             their
             Kniyes
             .
             But
             however
             Rough
             and
             Uncomb'd
             they
             were
             then
             ,
             Sure
             I
             am
             they
             grew
             Curious
             and
             Spruce
             enough
             afterwards
             ;
             for
             Plutarch
             tells
             us
             of
             the
             two
             Boundless
             Heroes
             that
             admitted
             no
             Superiour
             nor
             Equal
             ;
             The
             Great
             Pompey
             was
             so
             nice
             and
             effeminate
             ,
             in
             the
             formality
             of
             his
             Hair
             and
             Sleek
             Locks
             ,
             that
             he
             was
             noted
             ,
             
               for
               scratching
               his
               Head
               with
               one
               Finger
               ,
            
             &
             once
             suffered
             
             a
             publick
             Scoff
             from
             the
             impudent
             Claudus
             for
             it
             ,
             in
             the
             midst
             of
             the
             Rout
             of
             Plebeians
             who
             joyned
             with
             him
             ,
             to
             second
             that
             Reproach
             .
             And
             Suetonius
             witnesseth
             of
             the
             other
             ,
             that
             he
             was
             so
             over
             curious
             of
             his
             Head
             and
             Beard
             ,
             
               Vt
               non
               solum
               conderetur
               diligenter
               ,
               ac
               raderetur
               ,
               sed
               velleretur
               etiam
            
             ;
             He
             would
             not
             onely
             be
             shaven
             very
             precisely
             ,
             but
             his
             extravagant
             Hairs
             even
             pluck'd
             .
          
           
             But
             what
             shall
             we
             think
             of
             his
             Successor
             Augustus
             ,
             who
             when
             he
             felt
             the
             Assaults
             of
             Death
             ,
             invading
             him
             ,
             called
             for
             his
             Looking-glass
             ,
             and
             commanded
             his
             Hair
             and
             Beard
             to
             be
             Combed
             
               [
               Et
               Malas
               Labentes
               corrigi
            
             ]
             his
             Rivell'd
             Cheeks
             to
             be
             smoothed
             up
             ,
             then
             asking
             his
             Friends
             ,
             if
             he
             had
             acted
             
               his
               Part
               well
               upon
               the
               Stage
               of
               the
               World
               ,
            
             who
             told
             him
             he
             had
             ;
             Well
             saith
             he
             ,
             
               Vos
               omnes
               Plaudite
            
             .
             Sure
             he
             went
             off
             very
             trimly
             .
          
           
             Homers
             lofty
             quill
             very
             often
             sticks
             in
             the
             Long
             Hair
             of
             the
             Grecians
             ,
             whom
             he
             almost
             everywhere
             Epithites
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
          
           
             Nor
             are
             our
             Neighbours
             of
             France
             (
             from
             whom
             I
             suppose
             we
             have
             derived
             it
             )
             without
             the
             known
             Note
             of
             Distinction
             for
             this
             vanity
             
               [
               Cometa
               Gallia
            
             ]
             and
             are
             fam'd
             to
             be
             the
             
               Bushy
               Lock'd
               French.
            
             But
             what
             the
             modesty
             of
             England
             hath
             been
             in
             
             former
             Ages
             (
             however
             vain
             enough
             in
             other
             Fooleries
             ,
             yet
             )
             sure
             the
             Galleries
             and
             Dining-Rooms
             of
             our
             Nobility
             and
             Gentry
             of
             the
             Kingdom
             will
             abundantly
             testify
             from
             the
             brave
             images
             of
             their
             Ancestors
             ,
             whose
             open
             ears
             never
             valued
             the
             coldness
             of
             the
             Winds
             ,
             but
             which
             would
             glow
             to
             have
             heard
             the
             monstrousness
             of
             their
             Childrens
             Ell-Wiggs
             .
             To
             look
             no
             further
             back
             than
             K.
             Henries
             days
             ,
             (
             vvho
             had
             face
             enough
             for
             tvvo
             Kings
             ,
             and
             Wives
             enough
             for
             three
             ,
             and
             yet
             Hair
             little
             enough
             too
             )
             vve
             may
             easily
             collect
             vvhat
             vvas
             the
             general
             Cut
             ,
             from
             an
             act
             of
             the
             Lord
             Cromwell
             ,
             vvho
             meeting
             a
             fellovv
             in
             Cheap-side
             vvith
             his
             Locks
             somevvhat
             too
             long
             ,
             commanded
             him
             avvay
             to
             the
             Barbers
             forthvvith
             for
             the
             execution
             of
             his
             Scissars
             .
             Who
             also
             threatned
             to
             lay
             him
             by
             the
             Heels
             ,
             and
             humble
             his
             Feet
             ,
             vvho
             prided
             himself
             so
             much
             in
             his
             Head.
             And
             Wise
             King
             James
             vvho
             knevv
             vvell
             enough
             vvhat
             belonged
             to
             his
             Health
             ,
             had
             an
             
               open
               Ear
            
             to
             the
             brave
             Cry
             of
             his
             Hounds
             ,
             as
             vvell
             as
             the
             complaints
             of
             his
             people
             ,
             &
             refrained
             not
             one
             hunting-Match
             vvhich
             gave
             him
             hopes
             of
             Sport
             ,
             out
             of
             dread
             that
             he
             should
             pay
             dearly
             for
             it
             the
             next
             day
             by
             a
             Cold.
             
          
           
             The
             Noble
             Prince
             Henry
             (
             vvho
             had
             he
             lived
             ,
             had
             played
             the
             Barber
             )
             as
             sometime
             
             Commodus
             the
             Emperour
             vvas
             vvont
             )
             &
             not
             have
             shaven
             the
             Crovvn
             of
             Popery
             onely
             ,
             but
             even
             have
             cut
             off
             the
             very
             Ears
             and
             Noses
             of
             the
             Priests
             from
             ever
             having
             hopes
             of
             smelling
             out
             the
             old
             Monasteries
             again
             ;
             (
             and
             surely
             
               Chelsey
               Colledge
            
             vvas
             pretended
             to
             be
             the
             Shop
             for
             that
             execution
             )
             this
             brave
             Prince
             ,
             follovved
             his
             great
             Father
             ,
             and
             gave
             his
             Ears
             to
             his
             Councel
             and
             Cut
             together
             .
             And
             't
             is
             impossible
             but
             the
             great
             influence
             of
             so
             Illustrious
             Presidents
             should
             prevail
             vvith
             the
             vvhole
             people
             to
             follovv
             the
             Royal
             Example
             of
             so
             great
             a
             King
             ,
             and
             so
             good
             a
             Prince
             ,
             in
             that
             Age.
             
          
           
             And
             doubtless
             the
             same
             had
             continued
             till
             this
             day
             ,
             had
             not
             a
             violation
             happened
             to
             that
             excellent
             custom
             ,
             if
             I
             mistake
             not
             ,
             from
             this
             occasion
             .
             The
             Puritans
             in
             the
             Reign
             of
             the
             Royal
             Martyr
             ,
             to
             distinguish
             themselves
             from
             their
             Neighbours
             ,
             took
             on
             them
             an
             extraordinary
             short
             Cut
             ,
             and
             their
             Neighbours
             in
             opposition
             to
             them
             espoused
             a
             long
             one
             ,
             because
             they
             would
             not
             be
             reputed
             Round-heads
             ;
             and
             in
             nothing
             outwardly
             were
             the
             two
             Parties
             so
             much
             differenc'd
             as
             in
             their
             Hair
             ,
             and
             happy
             had
             it
             been
             that
             the
             quarrel
             had
             ended
             in
             the
             Barbers
             Scissars
             ,
             which
             we
             all
             know
             brake
             out
             afterwards
             into
             the
             long
             Sword
             ,
             and
             instead
             of
             plucking
             each
             other
             by
             the
             ears
             
             a
             little
             ,
             they
             fell
             to
             stabbing
             one
             another
             in
             the
             Guts
             .
             So
             that
             the
             mischiefs
             which
             the
             Barber
             might
             have
             prevented
             at
             first
             ,
             had
             he
             kept
             an
             even
             hand
             on
             both
             parties
             ,
             and
             sheered
             them
             both
             to
             an
             equal
             Cut
             ,
             all
             the
             wit
             of
             man
             could
             not
             prevent
             from
             running
             into
             Commodus
             his
             bloody
             shaving
             ,
             and
             cutting
             off
             ears
             and
             Noses
             together
             with
             their
             Hair.
             
          
           
             But
             as
             once
             Vespasian
             upon
             the
             apparition
             of
             a
             Blazing-Star
             which
             was
             thought
             to
             portend
             his
             death
             ,
             would
             needs
             clap
             the
             signification
             of
             it
             on
             the
             Persian
             King
             ,
             
               for
               he
            
             (
             saith
             he
             )
             
               hath
               Bushy
               Locks
               ,
               but
               I
               am
               Bald
               ,
            
             jeering
             both
             him
             and
             himself
             together
             ,
             though
             afterwards
             it
             fell
             on
             himself
             .
             So
             I
             pray
             God
             both
             Parties
             may
             take
             warning
             by
             what
             is
             past
             ,
             and
             take
             heed
             of
             mocking
             each
             other
             ,
             least
             falling
             out
             about
             even
             Goats-Hair
             ,
             and
             the
             smallest
             matters
             at
             first
             ,
             we
             break
             not
             forth
             into
             Flames
             which
             are
             not
             so
             easily
             quenched
             .
          
           
             I
             cannot
             pass
             away
             from
             this
             discourse
             of
             Hair
             ,
             without
             minding
             the
             Ladies
             of
             the
             best
             use
             that
             ever
             was
             made
             of
             Hair
             in
             the
             World
             ,
             And
             that
             by
             her
             too
             ,
             who
             had
             made
             the
             worst
             use
             of
             it
             ;
             The
             never
             to
             be
             forgotten
             Magdalen
             ,
             whose
             Golden
             Locks
             had
             been
             the
             Fetters
             that
             had
             Imprisoned
             so
             many
             hearts
             to
             her
             unlawful
             
             Love
             ,
             are
             afterwards
             weaved
             into
             a
             Towel
             to
             wipe
             her
             Saviours
             Feet
             ,
             whom
             she
             had
             first
             bedewed
             with
             her
             Tears
             ;
             Not
             that
             they
             had
             need
             of
             cleansing
             by
             any
             tears
             that
             she
             poor
             Creature
             could
             shed
             ,
             but
             that
             both
             water
             and
             Towel
             might
             receive
             a
             cleaness
             from
             them
             .
             And
             Mary
             by
             that
             Act
             did
             but
             weep
             her self
             into
             Purity
             —
             Let
             the
             Ladies
             that
             have
             Curled
             and
             Powdred
             their
             Tresses
             into
             Nets
             to
             catch
             poor
             Lovers
             in
             ,
             learn
             (
             with
             her
             )
             to
             unloosen
             them
             again
             unto
             the
             same
             service
             ,
             by
             washing
             the
             Feet
             of
             his
             indigent
             members
             on
             Earth
             ,
             and
             wiping
             away
             their
             sorrows
             by
             the
             gentle
             stroakings
             of
             their
             Charity
             .
          
           
             And
             for
             others
             of
             them
             that
             build
             Towers
             of
             Arrogance
             and
             Pride
             against
             God
             ,
             where
             rather
             a
             Valley
             of
             Humility
             and
             Meekness
             should
             be
             flatted
             ,
             I
             wish
             they
             would
             remember
             ,
             how
             the
             great
             Nimrod
             was
             bafled
             in
             the
             same
             design
             ,
             whom
             God
             smote
             into
             so
             perfect
             an
             astonishment
             and
             confusion
             that
             he
             had
             not
             one
             intelligible
             word
             to
             say
             in
             excuse
             for
             his
             Folly.
             And
             I
             fear
             these
             will
             be
             Speechless
             too
             ,
             when
             the
             King
             of
             Heaven
             shall
             come
             to
             take
             a
             View
             of
             the
             Dress
             of
             his
             Guests
             ;
             and
             let
             them
             not
             forget
             the
             Brains
             of
             those
             that
             were
             dashed
             out
             ,
             upon
             whom
             the
             
               Tower
               of
               Siloam
               〈◊〉
            
             securing
             their
             weak
             heads
             from
             such
             
             Hazards
             by
             the
             politick
             course
             that
             the
             Holy
             David
             took
             ,
             in
             making
             God
             himself
             his
             
               High
               Tower
            
             ,
             and
             not
             raising
             others
             against
             him
             .
          
           
             Should
             he
             send
             out
             his
             Angels
             (
             as
             once
             he
             did
             ,
             and
             yet
             every
             day
             continues
             to
             do
             )
             to
             
               mark
               those
               in
               the
               Forehead
            
             for
             safety
             ,
             that
             sigh
             for
             their
             own
             and
             others
             Sins
             in
             the
             City
             ,
             the
             very
             Frizzes
             would
             hinder
             the
             good
             Angel
             from
             setting
             on
             Gods
             ,
             when
             he
             shall
             find
             already
             the
             
               mark
               of
               the
               Beast
               upon
               them
               ,
            
             set
             on
             by
             themselves
             ;
             the
             poor
             Creatures
             ,
             while
             they
             little
             think
             on
             't
             ,
             sealing
             their
             Foreheads
             to
             destruction
             .
             But
             I
             have
             been
             too
             long
             about
             the
             Ladies
             head
             and
             Necks
             ,
             and
             had
             not
             I
             learned
             this
             tediousness
             from
             themselves
             ,
             should
             have
             dispatched
             them
             long
             ago
             .
             
               Dum
               comantur
               dum
               maliuntur
               Annus
               est
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             Of
             Apparel
             .
          
           
             THere
             are
             two
             things
             I
             shall
             shortly
             dispatch
             about
             Habit
             and
             Apparel
             .
          
           
             1.
             
             The
             Veneration
             and
             Respect
             that
             other
             Countries
             have
             for
             their
             National
             Dress
             .
          
           
           
             2.
             
             The
             reasons
             of
             it
             ,
             arising
             especially
             from
             some
             apprehensions
             of
             Fatality
             accruing
             to
             such
             as
             too
             lightly
             have
             assumed
             the
             Fashions
             of
             others
             .
          
           
             3.
             
             How
             England
             hath
             been
             too
             justly
             Taxed
             in
             all
             Ages
             of
             this
             Levity
             .
          
           
             To
             the
             first
             I
             need
             say
             but
             very
             little
             ,
             it
             being
             generally
             known
             how
             most
             Nations
             in
             Christendom
             (
             the
             French
             onely
             excepted
             )
             have
             been
             and
             still
             are
             devout
             and
             superstitious
             Adorers
             of
             their
             Countrey
             Habit.
             So
             tender
             are
             they
             of
             their
             Reputations
             ,
             that
             they
             will
             not
             suffer
             under
             the
             Aspersion
             of
             being
             accounted
             giddy
             and
             unconstant
             by
             their
             Neighbour
             Nations
             .
             The
             very
             Turks
             as
             well
             as
             the
             Spaniards
             ,
             giving
             us
             an
             example
             of
             an
             unalterable
             devotion
             herein
             .
             And
             very
             Remarkable
             is
             an
             old
             Decree
             of
             the
             Russians
             to
             this
             purpose
             ,
             That
             
               [
               tam
               in
               Cultu
               Numinis
               ,
               quam
               in
               Apparatu
               Corporis
               ,
               Moribus
               Legibusque
               uti
               presentibus
               ,
               etiamsi
               Deteriores
               sint
               ]
            
             They
             were
             resolved
             as
             well
             in
             the
             matter
             of
             their
             Religion
             ,
             as
             in
             the
             manner
             of
             their
             Dress
             and
             Apparel
             ,
             to
             stick
             to
             the
             Laws
             and
             Customs
             then
             in
             force
             ,
             yea
             notwithstanding
             perhaps
             there
             might
             be
             found
             some
             defects
             in
             both
             .
             So
             loath
             were
             they
             it
             seems
             to
             introduce
             any
             new
             Fashion
             or
             Invention
             that
             men
             of
             mutable
             and
             new-Fangled
             
             Spirits
             should
             present
             unto
             them
             Yet
             by
             the
             Favour
             of
             this
             Russian
             Edict
             ,
             it
             cannot
             be
             denyed
             ,
             that
             After-Ages
             have
             found
             out
             those
             absurdities
             both
             in
             that
             Religion
             and
             Dress
             of
             Antiquity
             ,
             as
             have
             well
             enough
             justified
             their
             modest
             endeavours
             in
             the
             Regulations
             of
             both
             .
             Till
             Popery
             give
             us
             a
             better
             Testimony
             of
             its
             suitableness
             and
             proportion
             with
             the
             grand
             Pattern
             received
             from
             the
             Mount
             ,
             then
             of
             late
             it
             hath
             ,
             we
             cannot
             so
             easily
             be
             brought
             to
             repent
             of
             our
             Departure
             from
             the
             strange
             and
             ridiculous
             extravagancies
             of
             it
             .
             And
             it
             were
             enough
             should
             I
             hang
             out
             to
             view
             one
             of
             the
             Suits
             that
             was
             generally
             worn
             heretofore
             in
             England
             ,
             where
             you
             had
             a
             Dublet
             all
             jagg'd
             and
             prickt
             ,
             the
             Wastband
             coming
             down
             but
             a
             little
             below
             the
             Armholes
             ,
             guarded
             with
             eight
             long
             Skirts
             ;
             to
             this
             Dublet
             was
             clasped
             a
             pair
             of
             Breeches
             close
             made
             to
             the
             Body
             ,
             and
             whose
             length
             must
             make
             up
             the
             defect
             of
             the
             shortness
             of
             the
             Dublet
             ,
             The
             large
             and
             ample
             Cod
             piss
             supplied
             the
             want
             of
             Pocke●s
             ,
             which
             came
             up
             with
             two
             wings
             fastned
             to
             either
             side
             with
             two
             points
             ,
             which
             unknit
             made
             way
             to
             the
             Linnen
             Bags
             ,
             tyed
             to
             the
             inside
             between
             the
             Shirt
             and
             Codpiss
             ,
             these
             Bags
             held
             every
             thing
             they
             carried
             about
             them
             ,
             except
             the
             Gloves
             ,
             which
             
             ever
             hung
             very
             reverently
             at
             the
             Girdle
             .
             Where
             hung
             a
             Pouch
             made
             fast
             with
             a
             Ring
             or
             Lock
             of
             Iron
             ,
             weighing
             at
             least
             two
             or
             three
             Pound
             ,
             whether
             there
             was
             any
             money
             in
             it
             or
             no.
             The
             like
             I
             could
             give
             of
             the
             womens
             Gowns
             ,
             and
             shew
             the
             madness
             of
             the
             Fardingale
             ,
             and
             other
             whimsies
             —
             But
             the
             Galleries
             and
             Parlours
             of
             most
             old
             Families
             are
             set
             out
             with
             such
             disguising
             Postures
             ,
             as
             better
             will
             evidence
             them
             to
             the
             view
             of
             the
             Reader
             ,
             then
             I
             care
             my
             Pen
             should
             do
             at
             this
             time
             .
             What
             different
             Cuts
             have
             we
             our selves
             known
             from
             this
             discribed
             ?
             What
             huge
             Breeches
             ,
             like
             Petticoats
             ?
             What
             Slash'd
             Dublets
             ?
             What
             guarded
             Breeches
             with
             such
             huge
             sets
             of
             Points
             round
             the
             Knees
             ,
             that
             were
             invented
             to
             hide
             the
             French-pox
             ,
             by
             forceing
             men
             to
             straddle
             above
             a
             yard
             wide
             .
             These
             and
             many
             others
             are
             in
             fresh
             memory
             ;
             but
             putting
             them
             all
             aside
             ,
             how
             more
             exceedingly
             decent
             and
             graceful
             is
             the
             present
             Cut
             of
             our
             Gentlemen
             ,
             answering
             all
             the
             parts
             and
             members
             of
             the
             Body
             to
             a
             more
             Civil
             and
             proportionable
             end
             .
             Always
             however
             be
             excepted
             the
             incomparable
             Tunick
             and
             Vest
             ,
             so
             very
             comely
             in
             it self
             ,
             so
             very
             advantageous
             to
             the
             Drapers
             of
             the
             Kingdom
             ,
             perhaps
             the
             most
             grave
             and
             manlike
             Dress
             that
             ever
             England
             
             saw
             ,
             which
             had
             the
             unhappiness
             to
             be
             brought
             in
             too
             late
             ,
             and
             the
             hard
             Fate
             to
             be
             sent
             out
             again
             too
             soon
             .
             And
             would
             have
             answered
             all
             the
             expectations
             of
             publick
             Commodity
             pretended
             by
             the
             Woolen
             Act
             ,
             so
             that
             had
             our
             Gentlemen
             pleas'd
             to
             have
             danc'd
             in
             them
             any
             longer
             ,
             the
             Farmers
             would
             very
             cheerfully
             have
             paid
             the
             Fidlers
             .
             But
             we
             can
             never
             hold
             when
             it
             is
             well
             ,
             such
             an
             influence
             hath
             the
             French
             Pipe
             to
             make
             us
             ca●per
             after
             them
             ,
             in
             all
             their
             Follies
             ,
             to
             our
             own
             dishonour
             and
             Ruine
             .
          
           
             I
             mind
             therefore
             in
             the
             next
             place
             to
             represent
             to
             the
             Reader
             the
             dangers
             of
             so
             great
             a
             Levity
             .
             Neither
             is
             Scripture
             silent
             in
             its
             menaces
             against
             so
             prodigious
             a
             Folly
             :
             We
             know
             who
             hath
             threatned
             such
             as
             Cloath
             themselves
             
               in
               strange
               Apparel
            
             .
             But
             because
             examples
             are
             more
             prevalent
             to
             work
             upon
             us
             ,
             I
             have
             endeavoured
             to
             look
             into
             History
             ,
             which
             hath
             furnished
             me
             with
             three
             or
             four
             not
             unworthy
             of
             the
             Readers
             most
             serious
             perusal
             and
             application
             .
          
           
             Don
             Sebastian
             ,
             then
             King
             of
             Portugal
             ,
             what
             time
             this
             humour
             infected
             his
             Subjects
             of
             attiring
             themselves
             after
             the
             Castillian
             Fashion
             ,
             all
             the
             Noble
             Persons
             and
             Gentlemen
             practising
             nothing
             more
             than
             
             to
             speak
             the
             Castilian
             Language
             (
             which
             it
             seems
             is
             very
             elegant
             and
             expressive
             )
             with
             the
             same
             ambition
             as
             we
             do
             the
             French
             ,
             between
             whom
             and
             them
             there
             was
             no
             very
             natural
             kindness
             neither
             ,
             but
             a
             very
             bitter
             Antipathy
             ,
             hating
             the
             persons
             whose
             Language
             they
             lov'd
             .
             It
             pleas'd
             God
             that
             Sebastian
             dying
             without
             issue
             ,
             and
             the
             Crown
             lying
             at
             Stake
             as
             the
             Golden
             Ball
             for
             every
             Pretender
             to
             venture
             at
             ,
             who
             but
             King
             
               Philip
               of
               Castile
            
             ,
             run
             fairest
             for
             it
             ,
             and
             with
             an
             easy
             stretch
             got
             it
             set
             on
             his
             head
             ,
             to
             the
             general
             sorrow
             ,
             but
             little
             redress
             of
             the
             discontented
             subjects
             .
             To
             whom
             afterwards
             he
             proved
             no
             very
             Favourable
             Prince
             .
          
           
             In
             the
             year
             of
             Christ
             four
             hundred
             and
             twenty
             ,
             the
             Grecians
             whose
             habitations
             bordered
             upon
             the
             Turks
             ,
             took
             fancy
             to
             cloath
             themselves
             after
             the
             Turkish
             manner
             ;
             they
             which
             before
             were
             wont
             to
             wear
             Long
             Beards
             ,
             which
             so
             very
             well
             became
             them
             (
             quoth
             my
             Author
             )
             Cut
             off
             all
             ,
             and
             left
             the
             Mustachioes
             onely
             ,
             and
             practic'd
             to
             follow
             them
             in
             all
             their
             actions
             ,
             till
             anon
             comes
             an
             Army
             of
             Mustachioes
             and
             subdued
             them
             to
             a
             perfect
             Slavery
             to
             this
             day
             .
          
           
             Although
             we
             know
             their
             Ruine
             was
             both
             Prophesied
             and
             certainly
             determined
             
             as
             the
             dreadful
             punishment
             for
             Crucifying
             the
             Lord
             of
             Life
             ;
             Yet
             I
             find
             too
             ,
             that
             the
             Jews
             (
             for
             about
             thirty
             years
             before
             the
             final
             destruction
             of
             their
             City
             and
             Temple
             by
             
               Titus
               Vespasian
            
             )
             had
             gotten
             a
             custom
             to
             impose
             no
             other
             names
             upon
             their
             Children
             but
             such
             as
             were
             Roman
             ,
             nor
             would
             wear
             any
             Garments
             but
             after
             the
             Roman
             Guise
             ;
             their
             very
             Arms
             for
             War
             ,
             and
             Souldiers
             Cassocks
             ,
             were
             in
             all
             respect
             like
             theirs
             ,
             striving
             to
             imitate
             their
             Fashion
             and
             Garb
             very
             intirely
             ,
             whom
             so
             suddenly
             after
             they
             so
             dearly
             suffered
             under
             .
          
           
             Caesar
             in
             his
             Commentaries
             hath
             an
             Observation
             to
             this
             very
             purpose
             ,
             That
             Divisions
             and
             Animosities
             rising
             up
             among
             the
             Gaules
             ,
             they
             began
             to
             hate
             each
             other
             to
             that
             degree
             ,
             That
             one
             Party
             among
             them
             separated
             from
             the
             other
             ,
             by
             the
             visible
             distinction
             of
             their
             Dress
             ,
             betaking
             themselves
             ,
             some
             to
             the
             Roman
             Fashion
             ,
             some
             to
             the
             Almaine
             ,
             and
             left
             the
             use
             of
             their
             own
             short
             habits
             and
             close
             Breeches
             .
             Which
             was
             but
             as
             it
             were
             ,
             a
             prediction
             of
             the
             Calamity
             that
             soon
             after
             fell
             upon
             them
             from
             the
             
               Arms
               of
            
             those
             Romans
             whom
             they
             had
             so
             apishly
             followed
             .
          
           
             But
             remarkable
             is
             the
             Story
             of
             the
             Great
             Darius
             ,
             whom
             several
             Authors
             affirm
             to
             us
             ,
             to
             have
             changed
             the
             very
             Fashion
             of
             
             his
             Sword
             from
             the
             Ancient
             Persian
             into
             the
             Macedenian
             Fashion
             ,
             but
             the
             very
             year
             before
             Alexander
             invaded
             and
             ruined
             him
             ;
             Which
             his
             Diviners
             interpreted
             truly
             ,
             into
             what
             afterwards
             came
             to
             pass
             ,
             
               That
               those
               should
               come
               to
               be
               Lords
               of
               Persia
               ,
               into
               whose
               Fashion
               Darius
               had
               altered
               his
               Sword.
            
             What
             application
             shall
             I
             make
             of
             all
             these
             Stories
             to
             poor
             England
             ?
             If
             not
             onely
             our
             mens
             Swords
             ,
             and
             Cassocks
             ,
             and
             Perriwiggs
             ,
             and
             Boots
             ,
             and
             Breeches
             ;
             But
             our
             very
             Ladies
             Mantoes
             ,
             Petticoats
             ,
             Points
             ,
             Shoes
             ,
             Hoods
             and
             Laces
             ,
             be
             not
             of
             the
             French
             Fashion
             onely
             ,
             but
             the
             very
             Productions
             of
             the
             Countrey
             ;
             if
             no
             proper
             handsome
             young
             men
             can
             be
             picked
             from
             the
             Sons
             of
             our
             Yeomen
             and
             Inferiour
             Gentry
             ,
             to
             make
             
               Val
               de
               Chambres
            
             to
             our
             Gallants
             ;
             if
             no
             hand
             but
             a
             French
             one
             can
             serve
             to
             Trim
             and
             shave
             our
             Beards
             ?
             No
             Cut
             but
             a
             French
             Taylors
             to
             shape
             our
             Cloaths
             ;
             No
             Languge
             but
             the
             French
             to
             serve
             our
             Tongues
             ;
             no
             Religion
             but
             the
             French
             to
             content
             our
             Souls
             ;
             I
             pray
             you
             what
             will
             be
             the
             end
             hereof
             ?
             There
             is
             a
             disease
             among
             us
             called
             of
             that
             Name
             too
             ,
             I
             pray
             God
             it
             be
             not
             too
             Epidemical
             ;
             if
             it
             be
             not
             gotten
             into
             our
             Bodies
             ,
             sure
             I
             am
             't
             is
             gotten
             into
             our
             Heads
             ,
             while
             we
             set
             our
             selve
             to
             study
             and
             contrive
             nothing
             more
             
             than
             to
             please
             our
             Fancies
             with
             the
             Levities
             of
             the
             French.
             And
             how
             little
             did
             he
             merit
             the
             happiness
             of
             our
             good
             Cloth
             and
             Beef
             ,
             of
             our
             good
             Laws
             and
             Religion
             ,
             of
             our
             Native
             Immunities
             and
             happy
             Liberties
             ,
             who
             declared
             he
             had
             rather
             be
             serv'd
             by
             a
             French
             Dog
             than
             by
             an
             English-man
             .
          
           
             What
             care
             and
             prudence
             hath
             been
             used
             formerly
             by
             other
             Nations
             for
             the
             prevention
             of
             publick
             detriment
             from
             the
             extravagancies
             ,
             and
             vain
             excess
             of
             Apparel
             ,
             I
             have
             already
             instanc'd
             from
             the
             Athenians
             and
             others
             ,
             from
             the
             City
             of
             
               Venice
               &c.
            
             
             To
             which
             I
             will
             onely
             here
             adjoyn
             a
             Memoire
             ▪
             of
             the
             Law
             Sumptuaria
             which
             
               Numa
               Pompilius
            
             established
             ,
             and
             which
             prov'd
             so
             exceedingly
             advantageous
             to
             the
             prosperity
             of
             the
             then
             Roman
             State
             ,
             
               Vt
               in
               exequiis
               Epulisque
               ,
               &c.
               
            
             It
             was
             provided
             by
             that
             Law
             ,
             that
             all
             their
             profuse
             expence
             in
             Funerals
             ,
             and
             all
             excessive
             use
             of
             fine
             Cloths
             at
             their
             publick
             meeting
             and
             Shows
             should
             be
             utterly
             laid
             aside
             ;
             by
             due
             obedience
             and
             execution
             of
             which
             they
             quickly
             came
             to
             find
             the
             present
             Commodity
             and
             benefit
             by
             extirpating
             those
             two
             voracious
             Gulphes
             that
             swallow
             up
             the
             prosperity
             of
             any
             Kingdom
             that
             is
             in
             the
             World
             ,
             delicacy
             of
             fare
             and
             sumptuousness
             of
             Attire
             .
             And
             to
             shew
             you
             what
             inconveniences
             this
             especially
             of
             sumptuousness
             of
             Apparel
             ,
             hath
             at
             all
             times
             brought
             to
             poor
             
               England
               ,
               I
            
             shall
             go
             back
             to
             Queen
             Elizabeths
             days
             ,
             and
             give
             you
             a
             remarkable
             Survey
             of
             it
             ,
             drawn
             by
             a
             Gentleman
             of
             good
             Quality
             and
             Understanding
             .
             Representing
             it
             to
             King
             James
             in
             his
             Book
             dedicated
             to
             him
             ,
             (
             savouring
             of
             the
             Language
             of
             that
             Age
             )
             wherein
             he
             thus
             passionately
             deplored
             it
             to
             the
             King.
             
          
           
             Our
             English-men
             more
             then
             any
             Nation
             of
             the
             World
             hath
             been
             shamefully
             branded
             among
             Forreigners
             
             for
             their
             disguised
             Fashions
             ,
             and
             sumptuous
             Habiliments
             beyond
             the
             bounds
             of
             Prudence
             ,
             Moderation
             and
             Hability
             .
             Some
             women
             after
             a
             preposterous
             Fashion
             attired
             like
             men
             in
             Dublets
             ,
             and
             some
             men
             like
             women
             in
             Petticoats
             ,
             this
             excess
             hath
             so
             exceedingly
             dispersed
             it self
             in
             our
             Nation
             ,
             that
             by
             their
             exteriour
             new-fangled
             Robes
             the
             wisest
             of
             our
             Adversaries
             in
             Forreign
             Parts
             have
             past
             their
             Judgments
             of
             our
             giddy
             minds
             ,
             and
             unconstant
             behaviours
             ,
             inwardly
             saying
             ,
             That
             in
             wearing
             Dutch
             Hats
             ,
             with
             French
             Feathers
             ,
             French
             Dublets
             ,
             with
             Collers
             after
             the
             custom
             of
             
               Spain
               ,
               Turkish
            
             Coats
             ,
             Spanish
             Hose
             ,
             Italian
             Cloaks
             ,
             and
             Valentian
             Rapers
             ,
             with
             such
             like
             ;
             we
             had
             likewise
             stollen
             the
             vices
             and
             excesses
             of
             those
             Countries
             which
             we
             did
             imitate
             Natural
             .
             Besides
             what
             a
             shame
             was
             it
             for
             us
             to
             be
             noted
             for
             this
             exorbitant
             excess
             ,
             that
             base
             Tailors
             ,
             and
             others
             which
             work
             as
             Hirelings
             ,
             aspiring
             to
             that
             abominable
             and
             indecent
             singularity
             ,
             should
             equal
             themselves
             in
             the
             cost
             and
             Fashion
             of
             their
             attire
             with
             some
             of
             the
             greatest
             Barons
             of
             this
             Land.
             A
             Fault
             not
             to
             be
             imputed
             to
             the
             Laws
             ,
             (
             for
             those
             are
             precise
             and
             strict
             in
             such
             comely
             considerations
             ,
             but
             in
             the
             dissolute
             and
             intemperate
             affections
             of
             people
             ,
             which
             instead
             of
             a
             little
             Liberty
             ,
             make
             a
             Licence
             at
             large
             ,
             Tyrannizing
             upon
             the
             Princes
             gentle
             disposition
             and
             Lenity
             .
             Hence
             it
             was
             that
             the
             Nobility
             to
             distinguish
             themselves
             by
             this
             outward
             aport
             of
             their
             Degrees
             and
             Riches
             from
             the
             Rascal
             Rabble
             and
             base
             Ruffians
             ,
             were
             driven
             to
             most
             extream
             charge
             ,
             that
             they
             might
             make
             a
             difference
             of
             themselves
             from
             them
             ,
             equivolent
             in
             proportion
             .
             Which
             course
             if
             the
             Queen
             her self
             had
             kept
             ,
             answerable
             to
             her
             State
             above
             some
             Ladies
             and
             others
             in
             the
             like
             analogy
             ,
             she
             might
             
             with
             ease
             have
             consumed
             an
             unspeakable
             Mass
             of
             Treasure
             
               (
               Yet
               Reader
               ,
               't
               is
               known
               that
               Queen
               Elizabeth
               did
               not
               spare
               for
               Cost
               in
               her
               Clothes
               )
            
             By
             this
             means
             the
             Estates
             and
             Substance
             of
             Taylors
             ,
             Craftsmen
             ,
             and
             other
             Mechanicks
             ,
             was
             daily
             more
             encreased
             ,
             and
             the
             Fortunes
             of
             our
             Gentry
             utterly
             exhausted
             .
             VVhich
             Leprosy
             did
             in
             a
             little
             so
             spread
             it self
             in
             this
             Nation
             ,
             that
             divers
             Livings
             of
             very
             ancient
             Demesne
             and
             Inheritance
             ,
             which
             had
             continued
             in
             succession
             from
             many
             Grand
             Fathers
             of
             one
             Race
             did
             hang
             up
             in
             Taylors
             Shops
             ,
             and
             were
             piled
             up
             in
             the
             Merchants
             Coffers
             .
             This
             Emulation
             of
             excess
             having
             further
             prevailed
             ,
             grew
             to
             such
             outrage
             ,
             that
             when
             proper
             maintenance
             fayled
             in
             some
             to
             support
             such
             Riot
             ,
             they
             violently
             or
             secretly
             took
             from
             others
             ,
             turning
             open
             Robbers
             ,
             or
             secret
             Pilpherers
             to
             supply
             the
             same
             .
             VVhich
             hath
             been
             the
             demolition
             and
             confusion
             of
             many
             Noble
             Families
             ,
             And
             persons
             ,
             lately
             great
             in
             worldly
             Reputation
             ,
             and
             others
             in
             private
             want
             ,
             purchased
             by
             their
             own
             intollerable
             profuseness
             ,
             have
             perished
             in
             their
             pestilent
             practises
             ,
             tending
             to
             the
             common
             ruine
             ,
             for
             satisfaction
             of
             their
             unsatiable
             Appetites
             .
          
           
             This
             being
             the
             Testimony
             of
             a
             Gentleman
             ,
             no
             otherwise
             concern'd
             it
             seems
             then
             from
             the
             Inconveniences
             arising
             to
             the
             Commonwealth
             ,
             by
             this
             profuseness
             ,
             and
             Lamenting
             the
             ill
             Consequences
             of
             it
             on
             that
             account
             ,
             without
             any
             respect
             to
             the
             Sinfullness
             of
             it
             ,
             as
             a
             Provocation
             bringing
             Judgment
             upon
             a
             People
             where
             it
             should
             thus
             exceed
             .
             I
             shall
             therefore
             to
             him
             add
             a
             Divine
             living
             in
             that
             very
             Age
             ,
             that
             you
             shall
             hear
             breaking
             out
             into
             this
             Complaint
             .
          
           
             Is
             there
             any
             Nation
             this
             day
             upon
             the
             face
             of
             the
             
             Earth
             comparable
             to
             us
             in
             this
             Abominable
             Sin
             of
             Pride
             ?
             
               (
               Mr.
               Teins
               Leprosy
               of
               Pride
               .
               )
            
             Our
             Excess
             in
             Apparrel
             ,
             will
             say
             no
             ,
             wherein
             both
             Men
             and
             Women
             of
             all
             Estates
             ,
             and
             degrees
             from
             the
             highest
             to
             the
             lowest
             ,
             from
             the
             Courtier
             to
             the
             Carter
             do
             monstrously
             Offend
             .
             Servants
             are
             in
             their
             Apparel
             more
             costly
             then
             their
             Masters
             and
             Dames
             ,
             Yeomen
             and
             Yeomens
             Sons
             are
             herein
             equal
             to
             Gentlemen
             of
             good
             Worship
             ,
             Poor
             and
             mean
             Gentlemen
             compare
             with
             Lords
             ,
             Lords
             with
             Kings
             ,
             and
             Ladies
             with
             Queens
             .
             What
             will
             become
             hereof
             at
             the
             last
             ?
             What
             is
             now
             become
             of
             that
             Moderation
             in
             Apparrel
             that
             formerly
             hath
             been
             in
             this
             Land
             ?
             When
             every
             ▪
             one
             went
             habited
             according
             to
             their
             Orders
             and
             Degrees
             ,
             whereas
             now
             Gold
             ,
             Silver
             ,
             Velvet
             ,
             Sattin
             ,
             Fine
             Cambrick
             ,
             and
             such
             other
             costly
             things
             are
             worn
             by
             very
             mean
             Persons
             ,
             against
             the
             Laws
             of
             God
             and
             man
             ,
             against
             all
             Common-wealth
             ,
             and
             contrary
             to
             all
             good
             Examples
             of
             our
             Fore-Fathers
             ;
             which
             things
             rather
             belong
             to
             Kings
             and
             Princes
             ,
             and
             to
             Peers
             of
             the
             Land
             ,
             then
             to
             mean
             Subjects
             .
             As
             Men
             and
             Women
             exceed
             in
             the
             Substance
             of
             Apparrel
             ,
             so
             also
             in
             the
             form
             they
             daily
             shew
             forth
             their
             Abominable
             Pride
             in
             their
             Inconstancy
             ;
             for
             no
             Colour
             ,
             Form
             ,
             nor
             Fashion
             long
             contenteth
             them
             ,
             One
             while
             we
             Imitate
             the
             Spaniard
             ,
             another
             while
             the
             French
             ,
             one
             while
             the
             Italian
             ,
             another
             while
             the
             Dutch.
             Every
             Nation
             is
             a
             several
             Pattern
             for
             us
             .
             —
             Let
             these
             proud
             Peacocks
             but
             remember
             to
             what
             end
             Apparel
             was
             appointed
             by
             God
             at
             the
             first
             ,
             verily
             for
             a
             covering
             to
             hide
             our
             shame
             .
             Diogenes
             seeing
             a
             proud
             young
             fellow
             struting
             and
             priding
             himself
             in
             his
             fine
             Clothes
             ,
             Sir
             ,
             saith
             he
             ,
             
               remember
               that
               the
               Sheep
               hath
               had
               your
               Coat
               on
               his
               back
               before
               you
               .
            
             What
             Vanity
             is
             it
             for
             
             us
             to
             be
             so
             curious
             in
             our
             Apparel
             ,
             to
             take
             such
             Pride
             herein
             as
             we
             do
             ,
             we
             rob
             and
             spoil
             all
             Creatures
             almost
             of
             the
             world
             to
             cover
             our
             backs
             and
             to
             adorn
             our
             bodies
             withal
             ;
             from
             some
             we
             take
             their
             wool
             ,
             from
             many
             their
             Skins
             ,
             from
             diverse
             their
             Furrs
             ,
             from
             sundry
             their
             very
             Excrements
             ,
             as
             the
             silk
             which
             is
             nothing
             else
             ,
             but
             the
             very
             Excrement
             of
             the
             worm
             ;
             not
             content
             with
             this
             ,
             we
             come
             to
             Fishes
             ,
             and
             do
             beg
             from
             them
             their
             Pearles
             to
             hang
             about
             us
             ,
             we
             go
             down
             into
             the
             ground
             for
             Gold
             and
             Silver
             ,
             and
             turn
             up
             the
             very
             Sands
             for
             Precious
             stones
             .
             And
             having
             borrowed
             all
             this
             of
             other
             Creatures
             ,
             we
             jett
             up
             and
             down
             ,
             provoking
             men
             to
             look
             upon
             us
             ,
             as
             if
             all
             this
             were
             now
             our
             own
             ,
             when
             the
             stone
             shineth
             upon
             our
             Finger
             ,
             we
             fancy
             our selves
             to
             shine
             with
             it
             ,
             when
             the
             Silver
             and
             Silks
             do
             glister
             on
             our
             very
             backs
             ,
             we
             look
             big
             ,
             as
             if
             all
             that
             beauty
             came
             from
             us
             .
             It
             is
             reported
             of
             Athanasius
             ,
             that
             when
             he
             saw
             a
             woman
             Apparrelling
             her self
             in
             Proud
             Attire
             with
             Gorgeous
             Array
             ,
             he
             fell
             a
             weeping
             ,
             and
             being
             demanded
             why
             ,
             Because
             ,
             said
             he
             ,
             
               all
               this
               Preparation
               is
               for
               her
               own
               Destruction
               .
            
             But
             our
             nice
             and
             Mincing
             Dames
             in
             England
             whose
             whole
             Life
             is
             spent
             for
             the
             most
             part
             ,
             in
             Study
             and
             Care
             to
             Deck
             ,
             Paint
             ,
             and
             Beautify
             themselves
             ,
             will
             hardly
             be
             perswaded
             by
             that
             holy
             Athanasius
             ,
             that
             they
             bestow
             all
             this
             cost
             upon
             themselves
             to
             their
             own
             Destruction
             .
          
           
             Because
             these
             seem
             to
             be
             more
             private
             and
             obscure
             ,
             I
             will
             yet
             add
             another
             ,
             which
             you
             must
             look
             on
             as
             a
             Singular
             Witness
             for
             God
             against
             the
             Pride
             and
             Vanity
             of
             that
             Age.
             The
             most
             famous
             
               Edwin
               Sands
            
             ,
             who
             dyed
             Archbishop
             of
             York
             ,
             and
             who
             was
             so
             Faithful
             to
             the
             Interest
             of
             Religion
             ,
             as
             Mr.
             Fox
             tells
             you
             .
          
           
             I
             do
             not
             Condemn
             all
             Apparrel
             that
             is
             Rich
             and
             
             Stately
             ,
             yea
             such
             as
             is
             Costly
             and
             Gorgeous
             may
             be
             fit
             for
             some
             Personages
             and
             States
             ,
             I
             do
             not
             doubt
             ●ut
             Hester
             and
             Judeth
             did
             wear
             Gold
             ,
             and
             were
             Gorgeously
             Deckt
             ,
             but
             if
             Paul
             and
             Peter
             did
             live
             in
             our
             days
             ,
             they
             would
             not
             spare
             the
             Vanity
             of
             our
             Women
             ,
             much
             less
             of
             our
             men
             .
             The
             vain
             and
             Monstrous
             Apparrel
             of
             all
             other
             Countries
             and
             Nations
             ,
             England
             hath
             scraped
             together
             ,
             and
             in
             a
             Bravery
             put
             it
             on
             ,
             the
             Estimation
             whereof
             is
             little
             ,
             a
             light
             wavering
             mind
             matched
             with
             a
             vain
             proud
             Heart
             ,
             desireth
             a
             light
             ,
             vain
             ,
             strange
             ,
             proud
             ,
             and
             monstrous
             Apparrel
             to
             cover
             and
             clad
             it
             ,
             but
             Sobriety
             is
             content
             with
             that
             which
             is
             seemly
             ▪
          
           
             
               And
               in
               his
               Sermon
               before
               the
            
             Parliament
             ,
             
               recommending
               this
               one
               evil
               to
               their
               prudent
               considerations
               as
               fit
               to
               be
               redress'd
               ,
               being
               so
               dangerous
               and
               very
               grievous
            
             —
             As
             our
             principal
             care
             must
             be
             for
             the
             higher
             matters
             ,
             Sincerity
             and
             Vnity
             in
             Religion
             ,
             so
             may
             we
             not
             pass
             over
             other
             matters
             ,
             which
             need
             redress
             Gorgeous
             Apparel
             ;
             and
             sumptuous
             Diet
             may
             seem
             small
             things
             ,
             but
             they
             are
             the
             causes
             of
             no
             small
             evil
             .
             They
             eat
             up
             England
             ,
             and
             are
             therefore
             to
             be
             repressed
             by
             strait
             Laws
             —
             
               And
               elsewhere
               in
               a
               Sermon
               before
               the
               Queen
               ,
               he
               expresseth
               himself
               pathetically
               ,
               and
               it
               is
               worth
               your
               noting
               .
            
          
           
             Ezechiel
             
               teacheth
               that
               the
               Sins
               of
            
             Sodom
             
               (
               that
               Sink
               of
               Sin
               )
               were
            
             Idleness
             ,
             fullness
             of
             Bread
             ,
             Pride
             and
             unmercifulness
             to
             the
             poor
             .
             Are
             not
             these
             the
             Sins
             of
             this
             Land
             ,
             of
             this
             City
             ,
             of
             this
             Court
             ,
             at
             this
             day
             ?
             Half
             England
             liveth
             idly
             or
             worse
             occupied
             ,
             we
             be
             fed
             to
             the
             full
             ,
             and
             who
             is
             not
             puffed
             up
             with
             Pride
             ?
             And
             who
             relieveth
             his
             Neighbours
             wants
             ?
             No
             man
             is
             contented
             with
             his
             own
             Estate
             ,
             but
             every
             one
             striveth
             to
             climb
             higher
             and
             to
             sit
             aloft
             ,
             
             there
             is
             want
             of
             the
             true
             fear
             of
             God
             in
             all
             sorts
             and
             Estates
             and
             Ages
             ,
             yet
             we
             please
             our selves
             and
             walk
             on
             ,
             as
             if
             God
             either
             saw
             not
             our
             Sin
             ,
             or
             else
             would
             not
             punish
             it
             !
             Surely
             our
             Sins
             will
             not
             suffer
             his
             Plagues
             to
             stay
             long
             from
             us
             .
             What
             Plagues
             ,
             I
             dare
             not
             presume
             to
             Prophesie
             ,
             for
             God
             hath
             kept
             that
             secret
             to
             himself
             .
             But
             I
             stand
             in
             fear
             that
             we
             are
             the
             men
             to
             whom
             Christ
             saith
             ,
             
               The
               Kingdom
               of
               God
               shall
               be
               taken
               from
               you
               .
            
             That
             we
             are
             they
             whose
             Sins
             will
             bring
             the
             Scepter
             of
             this
             Kingdom
             into
             the
             hands
             of
             an
             Hypocrite
             ,
             [
             Know
             Reader
             ,
             that
             this
             was
             when
             the
             Papists
             expected
             so
             highly
             the
             Return
             of
             their
             Religion
             at
             the
             Death
             of
             Queen
             Elizabeth
             .
             And
             that
             made
             the
             heart
             of
             this
             good
             man
             so
             bleed
             in
             that
             consideration
             ;
             he
             goeth
             on
             ]
             If
             God
             in
             his
             Justice
             do
             this
             ,
             ●o
             worth
             us
             most
             wretched
             men
             !
             The
             Loss
             of
             the
             Gospel
             is
             the
             Loss
             of
             our
             Souls
             ,
             and
             the
             Loss
             of
             our
             Soveraign
             ,
             the
             Loss
             of
             our
             Lives
             .
             Truly
             when
             I
             fall
             into
             consideration
             of
             the
             wickedness
             of
             this
             world
             ,
             that
             all
             sorts
             of
             men
             fall
             to
             sinning
             with
             greediness
             ,
             that
             in
             all
             conditions
             Iniquity
             doth
             abound
             and
             Charity
             wax
             cold
             ,
             that
             the
             Zeal
             of
             God
             is
             utterly
             dried
             up
             in
             the
             Hearts
             of
             Men
             ,
             that
             God
             is
             served
             for
             Fashion
             sake
             ,
             and
             not
             in
             truth
             ,
             what
             should
             I
             think
             but
             that
             God
             hath
             gathered
             his
             Lap
             full
             of
             Plagues
             ,
             and
             is
             ready
             to
             pour
             them
             down
             upon
             us
             ?
          
           
             And
             thus
             you
             see
             how
             God
             hath
             stirred
             up
             his
             Faithful
             Prophets
             to
             drop
             down
             their
             testimony
             against
             this
             poor
             Sinful
             Land
             for
             the
             Pride
             and
             prophaness
             thereof
             in
             that
             Age.
             Let
             us
             come
             down
             to
             King
             James
             his
             time
             ,
             and
             see
             whether
             the
             matter
             be
             any
             whit
             amended
             ,
             and
             one
             might
             justly
             expect
             it
             ,
             because
             they
             lay
             under
             the
             obligations
             of
             a
             new
             mercy
             ,
             in
             disappointing
             the
             expectations
             of
             the
             
             Enemies
             of
             the
             Gospel
             ,
             by
             the
             coming
             in
             of
             a
             Protestant
             Prince
             ,
             who
             so
             zealously
             by
             his
             Learned
             Pen
             contended
             for
             the
             Truth
             .
             But
             we
             shall
             find
             this
             Vanity
             still
             triumphing
             in
             its
             full
             vaunt
             and
             Glory
             ;
             and
             I
             shall
             not
             disparage
             so
             holy
             a
             Witness
             as
             Bishop
             Sands
             ,
             by
             subjoyning
             a
             mean
             or
             unworthy
             Person
             to
             him
             ,
             but
             will
             call
             forth
             the
             sweet
             spirited
             and
             excellent
             Bishop
             Hall
             to
             give
             us
             his
             Evidence
             against
             the
             Pride
             of
             that
             Age
             wherein
             he
             Lived
             ,
             and
             besides
             others
             (
             which
             I
             omit
             )
             I
             will
             shew
             to
             what
             height
             the
             Women
             were
             grown
             at
             that
             time
             ,
             from
             a
             Sermon
             of
             his
             Preached
             at
             the
             Spittle
             .
          
           
             O
             God
             to
             what
             a
             world
             of
             Vanity
             hast
             thou
             served
             us
             to
             ?
             I
             am
             ashamed
             to
             think
             that
             the
             Gospel
             of
             Christ
             should
             be
             disguised
             with
             such
             disguised
             Clients
             ;
             are
             they
             Christians
             or
             Anticks
             in
             some
             Carnaval
             ,
             or
             Childrens
             Puppets
             that
             are
             thus
             dressed
             ?
             Pardon
             I
             beseech
             you
             ,
             Men
             ,
             Brethren
             and
             Fathers
             ,
             this
             my
             just
             and
             holy
             impatience
             .
             VVho
             can
             without
             indignation
             look
             upon
             the
             prodegies
             ,
             which
             this
             mis-imagination
             produces
             in
             that
             other
             Sex
             ,
             to
             the
             shame
             of
             their
             Husbands
             and
             scorn
             of
             Religion
             ,
             and
             damnation
             of
             their
             own
             Souls
             ?
             Imagine
             one
             of
             our
             Forefathers
             were
             alive
             again
             ,
             and
             should
             see
             one
             of
             those
             his
             Gay
             Daughters
             walk
             in
             Cheap-side
             before
             him
             ,
             what
             do
             you
             think
             he
             would
             think
             it
             were
             ?
             Here
             is
             nothing
             to
             be
             seen
             but
             a
             Vardingale
             ,
             a
             yellow
             Ruff
             ,
             and
             a
             Perriwigg
             ,
             with
             perhaps
             some
             Feathers
             waving
             in
             the
             top
             ;
             three
             things
             for
             which
             he
             could
             not
             tell
             how
             to
             find
             a
             Name
             :
             Sure
             he
             could
             not
             but
             stand
             amazed
             to
             think
             what
             new
             Creature
             the
             times
             had
             yeilded
             since
             he
             lived
             ;
             and
             then
             if
             he
             should
             run
             before
             her
             ,
             to
             see
             if
             by
             the
             foresight
             ,
             he
             might
             guess
             what
             it
             were
             ,
             when
             his
             eyes
             should
             meet
             with
             a
             powdred
             Frizzle
             ,
             a
             painted
             Hide
             shadowed
             
             with
             a
             Fan
             not
             more
             painted
             ,
             Breasts
             displayed
             ,
             and
             a
             loose
             Lock
             swing
             wantonly
             over
             her
             Shoulders
             betwixt
             a
             painted
             Cloth
             and
             Skin
             ,
             how
             would
             he
             more
             bless
             himself
             to
             think
             what
             mixture
             in
             Nature
             could
             be
             guilty
             of
             such
             a
             Monster
             .
             Is
             this
             the
             Flesh
             and
             Blood
             (
             thinks
             he
             )
             is
             this
             the
             hair
             ?
             Is
             this
             the
             shape
             of
             a
             VVoman
             ?
             Or
             hath
             Nature
             repented
             of
             her
             work
             since
             my
             days
             ,
             and
             begun
             a
             new
             Frame
             ?
             It
             is
             no
             marvel
             if
             their
             Forefathers
             could
             not
             know
             them
             ;
             God
             himself
             that
             made
             them
             ,
             will
             never
             acknowledg
             that
             he
             never
             made
             ,
             the
             Hair
             that
             he
             never
             made
             theirs
             ,
             the
             Body
             that
             is
             ashamed
             of
             the
             Maker
             ,
             the
             Soul
             that
             thus
             disguises
             the
             Body
             .
             Let
             me
             say
             therefore
             to
             these
             Dames
             ,
             as
             Bennet
             said
             to
             Totilaes
             Servant
             —
             
               Lay
               down
               that
               you
               wear
               ,
               it
               is
               none
               of
               your
               own
               :
            
             All
             the
             world
             knows
             that
             no
             man
             will
             rough-cast
             a
             Marble
             VVall
             ,
             but
             mud
             or
             unpolished
             Rags
             ;
             that
             false
             art
             ,
             instead
             of
             mending
             Nature
             ,
             mars
             it
             .
             But
             if
             our
             perswasions
             cannot
             prevail
             ,
             hear
             this
             ye
             Garish
             Popingays
             of
             our
             time
             ,
             if
             you
             will
             not
             be
             ashamed
             to
             Cloath
             your selves
             in
             this
             shameless
             Fashion
             [
             see
             how
             the
             Spirit
             of
             this
             Meek
             Moses
             raiseth
             into
             indignation
             ,
             against
             this
             madness
             ,
             that
             all
             the
             world
             knew
             to
             be
             so
             mild
             and
             tender
             of
             it self
             [
             God
             shall
             Cloath
             you
             with
             shame
             and
             confusion
             ;
             hear
             this
             ye
             plaister-faced
             Jezebels
             ,
             God
             will
             one
             day
             wash
             them
             off
             with
             Fire
             and
             Brimstone
             ,
          
           
             See
             Reader
             what
             a
             Faithful
             Witness
             this
             holy
             and
             excellent
             man
             was
             for
             God
             ,
             against
             the
             Pride
             and
             Folly
             of
             that
             day
             .
          
           
             To
             this
             famous
             Witness
             for
             God
             ,
             Let
             us
             adjoin
             another
             of
             his
             own
             Order
             ,
             as
             Zealous
             and
             Faithful
             as
             himself
             ,
             the
             worthy
             Bishop
             King
             ,
             who
             bears
             his
             Testimony
             for
             God
             against
             the
             Rage
             of
             this
             folly
             that
             Ruffled
             so
             proudly
             .
          
           
           
             Throw
             away
             your
             Robes
             ,
             and
             costly
             Cap●●isons
             ,
             You
             Kings
             and
             Queens
             of
             the
             Earth
             ,
             (
             You
             that
             are
             not
             so
             by
             the
             Ordinance
             of
             God
             ,
             but
             by
             your
             own
             Usurpation
             ,
             that
             take
             such
             honour
             upon
             you
             not
             being
             called
             there
             to
             ,
             but
             bear
             the
             Bravery
             of
             Princes
             ,
             the
             Royalty
             of
             Solomon
             upon
             your
             backs
             ,
             throw
             away
             your
             Robes
             )
             Least
             he
             give
             you
             a
             rent
             that
             gave
             you
             a
             Garment
             ;
             and
             Clothe
             you
             with
             worse
             then
             Leprosy
             ,
             that
             hath
             hitherto
             Cloathed
             you
             in
             Honour
             and
             Beauty
             .
             But
             why
             do
             I
             spend
             my
             time
             in
             so
             impertinent
             an
             Exhortation
             ?
             Fashion
             brought
             them
             in
             ,
             and
             Fashion
             must
             bear
             them
             out
             .
             I
             would
             to
             God
             our
             Preaching
             were
             in
             Fashion
             too
             ,
             for
             then
             we
             should
             win
             both
             men
             and
             women
             ,
             we
             use
             all
             the
             Fashions
             therein
             that
             our
             Commission
             can
             extend
             to
             ,
             we
             preach
             in
             Season
             and
             out
             of
             Season
             ;
             we
             bring
             forth
             old
             and
             new
             ,
             and
             yet
             without
             Success
             :
             Fashion
             brought
             in
             Silks
             and
             Velvets
             at
             one
             time
             ,
             and
             Fashion
             brought
             in
             Russets
             and
             Grayes
             at
             another
             ;
             Fashion
             brought
             in
             deep
             Ruffs
             ,
             and
             shallow
             Ruffs
             ,
             Thick
             Ruffs
             ,
             and
             Thin
             Ruffs
             ,
             Double
             Ruffs
             ,
             and
             no
             Ruffs
             ;
             Fashion
             brought
             in
             the
             Vardingale
             ,
             and
             carried
             out
             the
             Vardingale
             ,
             and
             hath
             again
             revived
             the
             Vardingale
             from
             Death
             ,
             and
             placed
             it
             behind
             ,
             like
             a
             Rudder
             or
             Stern
             to
             the
             body
             ,
             in
             some
             so
             big
             ,
             that
             the
             Vessel
             is
             scarce
             able
             to
             bear
             it
             .
             When
             God
             shall
             come
             to
             Judge
             the
             quick
             and
             the
             dead
             ,
             he
             wiil
             not
             know
             those
             who
             have
             so
             defaced
             that
             Fashion
             which
             he
             hath
             Erected
             .
             —
             What
             hath
             undone
             both
             Gentlemen
             and
             mean
             Men
             in
             our
             Country
             ,
             so
             much
             as
             their
             back
             and
             Belly
             ;
             Pride
             and
             Profusion
             .
             VVhat
             means
             shall
             we
             use
             to
             crush
             these
             Vipers
             among
             you
             ?
             Declaiming
             will
             not
             serve
             ,
             Denouncing
             of
             the
             Judgments
             of
             God
             are
             here
             found
             unprofitable
             by
             over-long
             Experience
             ;
             
             have
             we
             not
             beaten
             your
             Ears
             a
             thousand
             times
             with
             Faithful
             and
             earnest
             Detection
             of
             these
             Monsters
             Pride
             and
             Prodigality
             ,
             Strangeness
             of
             Apparel
             ;
             and
             what
             have
             we
             gained
             ,
             but
             as
             if
             we
             had
             preached
             but
             Fables
             ?
             Ninivi
             repented
             in
             Sack
             Cloth
             and
             Ashes
             ,
             Stuff
             of
             the
             coursest
             VVool
             ,
             and
             VVorkmanship
             of
             the
             Simplest
             fashion
             their
             wits
             could
             invent
             ,
             but
             we
             in
             our
             Silks
             and
             Velvets
             of
             
               French
               ,
               Italian
               ,
               Jewish
               ,
               Turkish
               ,
               Barbarian
            
             Hellish
             Devices
             ,
             for
             either
             we
             repent
             not
             at
             all
             ,
             or
             these
             are
             the
             guises
             and
             shews
             we
             bring
             in
             Repentance
             .
             These
             are
             the
             weeds
             we
             carry
             ,
             I
             say
             not
             to
             the
             Theatres
             to
             be
             stared
             upon
             ,
             Nor
             to
             the
             Kings
             Court
             where
             Rayment
             is
             more
             Tollerable
             to
             be
             worn
             ,
             but
             with
             these
             VVeeds
             we
             go
             to
             the
             Temple
             of
             the
             Lord
             ,
             and
             as
             boldly
             present
             our selves
             there
             ,
             as
             if
             the
             favour
             of
             God
             were
             soonest
             won
             ,
             by
             such
             Intemperancies
             ,
             whether
             we
             be
             a
             People
             defiled
             or
             Corrupted
             as
             these
             in
             Niniveh
             were
             ,
             we
             are
             not
             so
             shameless
             to
             dissemble
             ,
             and
             whether
             Prophets
             have
             been
             among
             us
             ,
             as
             Jonas
             was
             in
             Nineveh
             ,
             let
             their
             wearied
             Tongues
             and
             Sorrowful
             Soules
             for
             their
             lost
             Labour
             witness
             another
             day
             .
          
        
         
           
             Application
             to
             the
             Gallants
             .
          
           
             SEe'st
             thou
             yon
             Coachful
             ,
             Reader
             how
             they
             glide
          
           
             With
             all
             their
             Glittering
             Glories
             as
             they
             pass
             ?
          
           
             The
             rich
             Oare
             spun
             all
             into
             threds
             of
             Gold
             ,
          
           
             And
             those
             wrought
             into
             Flourishing
             Flowers
             do
             seem
          
           
             Restore
             the
             Gallants
             to
             their
             primitive
             shine
             .
          
           
             Were
             not
             a
             poor
             Neglected
             Soul
             within
             ,
          
           
             Shivering
             with
             cold
             ,
             dishevill'd
             and
             all
             torn
             ,
          
           
             Not
             daring
             yet
             to
             send
             up
             one
             poor
             Groan
             ,
          
           
           
             To
             Heaven
             for
             Liberty
             ,
             but
             hugs
             its
             Chaines
             :
          
           
             Le
             ts
             go
             and
             Confidently
             Address
             e'm
             Reader
             .
          
           
             They
             seem
             the
             Monuments
             of
             Love
             Divine
             ,
          
           
             All
             over
             with
             Characters
             of
             Grace
             Engrav'd
             ,
          
           
             Through
             ev'ry
             Seam
             of
             their
             Embroidered
             Coats
             ,
          
           
             Glorious
             as
             those
             who
             covered
             all
             in
             Silk
             .
          
           
             (
             And
             wore
             Heavens
             Gold
             &
             Silver
             too
             )
             were
             crown'd
          
           
             In
             all
             Perfections
             of
             a
             stately
             Dress
             .
          
           
             VVhich
             only
             serv'd
             to
             court
             the
             whorish
             world
             in
             ,
          
           
             And
             threw
             them
             into
             Scorn
             ,
             and
             base
             disdain
             :
          
           
             '
             Gainst
             him
             who
             clasp'd
             on
             all
             and
             was
             so
             kind
             .
          
           
             —
             At
             last
          
           
             Himself
             came
             down
             to
             visit
             these
             gay
             Princes
             ,
          
           
             Who
             took
             Offence
             at
             his
             poor
             plainer
             Coat
             ,
          
           
             And
             was
             not
             God
             ,
             because
             he
             was
             not
             Fine
             .
          
           
             (
             Yet
             at
             his
             will
             could
             send
             out
             sparkling
             Beams
          
           
             That
             turn'd
             his
             Russet
             into
             Cloth
             of
             Gold
             ,
          
           
             Could
             glister
             too
             ,
             if
             that
             were
             Happiness
             )
          
           
             And
             having
             nought
             to
             do
             ,
             sat
             down
             and
             wept
          
           
             A
             Pearly
             showr
             that
             would
             have
             melted
             Stones
             ,
          
           
             Any
             but
             those
             whose
             Hearts
             were
             yet
             more
             hard
             .
          
           
             
               If
               thou
               ,
               even
               thou
            
             —
             The
             rest
             swims
             all
             in
             tears
             .
          
           
             Chanting
             the
             Notes
             of
             their
             sad
             Tragedy
             ,
          
           
             As
             if
             himself
             had
             been
             the
             
               Dying
               Swan
            
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             they
             were
             jolly
             all
             ,
             and
             soorn'd
             to
             sigh
          
           
             But
             what
             's
             Jerusalems
             to
             the
             Gallants
             case
             ?
          
           
             The
             very
             same
             ,
             they
             flanted
             out
             in
             Lustre
             ,
          
           
             And
             were
             as
             high
             as
             he
             can
             be
             for
             life
             ,
          
           
             Ran
             from
             their
             Happiness
             with
             equal
             pace
             ,
          
           
             Mistook
             themselves
             for
             Lords
             ,
             as
             he
             does
             too
             ,
          
           
             And
             scorn'd
             to
             vail
             the
             Top-sail
             of
             their
             Pride
          
           
             To
             any
             God
             in
             Heaven
             ;
             so
             does
             he
             ;
          
           
             Their
             Sin
             ,
             their
             folly
             is
             the
             very
             same
             ,
          
           
             A
             Vanity
             that
             will
             bury
             him
             in
             their
             Grave
             .
          
           
             VVould
             the
             
               Great
               Sir
            
             ,
             Vouchsafe
             to
             take
             a
             Turn
          
           
           
             In
             yonder
             Garden
             ,
             (
             Gardens
             are
             not
             below
             him
             )
          
           
             Where
             Heaven
             has
             dress'd
             up
             Flowers
             as
             fine
             as
             He
             :
          
           
             
               Tulips
               &
               Lillies
            
             that
             baffle
             the
             gay
             Solomon
             ,
          
           
             There
             could
             I
             shew
             him
             Tears
             pour'd
             out
             for
             
               him
               too
            
             ,
          
           
             And
             such
             as
             never
             yet
             were
             drop'd
             before
             .
          
           
             Nay
             of
             the
             very
             Colour
             of
             his
             Coat
             ,
          
           
             (
             Fitted
             on
             purpose
             as
             it
             were
             to
             save
             him
             )
          
           
             And
             not
             the
             Issues
             of
             a
             fluid
             brain
             ,
          
           
             Which
             every
             VVoman
             flows
             with
             ,
             —
          
           
             But
             such
             as
             dwelt
             in
             richer
             Veins
             and
             Heart
             ,
          
           
             That
             was
             Resolv'd
             to
             bleed
             it self
             to
             Death
             ,
          
           
             '
             Cause
             his
             is
             hard
             and
             cannot
             —
          
           
             There
             is
             a
             blood
             that
             can
             dissolve
             even
             Adamants
          
           
             I
             le
             give
             a
             knock
             or
             two
             upon
             the
             Rock
          
           
             And
             all
             besmear
             it
             with
             a
             Saviours
             Gore
             ;
          
           
             If
             that
             prevail
             not
             ,
             what
             can
             I
             do
             more
             ?
          
           
             Sir
             will
             you
             please
             to
             lend
             your
             VVandring
             Eyes
          
           
             (
             Rolling
             ore
             this
             and
             that
             poor
             fleeting
             Object
             )
          
           
             And
             fix
             them
             here
             upon
             a
             
               Weeping
               God.
            
          
           
             (
             It
             is
             no
             Spectrum
             ,
             Sir
             ,
             nor
             idle
             fancy
             ,
          
           
             If
             any
             thing
             below
             ,
             were
             ever
             Truth
             )
          
           
             In
             
               Red
               Apparrel
            
             &
             Garments
             of
             the
             Crisom
             blush
          
           
             (
             Yet
             took
             not
             tincture
             from
             the
             VVorm
             ,
             as
             yours
             )
          
           
             But
             streams
             from
             his
             own
             Heart
             and
             Veins
             have
             di'd
             them
          
           
             When
             in
             a
             cold
             night
             they
             could
             ill
             be
             spar'd
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             flow
             they
             must
             ,
             (
             or
             you
             had
             gon
             to
             hell
             Sir
             ,
             )
          
           
             In
             curled
             Clots
             sitting
             here
             and
             there
             upon
             him
          
           
             And
             from
             the
             abundance
             ,
             falling
             to
             the
             Ground
             ;
          
           
             Some
             passing
             off
             ,
             but
             to
             make
             way
             for
             more
             ▪
          
           
             To
             issue
             forth
             ,
             and
             wash
             your
             stained
             Soul.
          
           
             This
             is
             no
             news
             ,
             Sir
             ,
             have
             you
             never
             prayed
          
           
             For
             Mercy
             on
             your
             Miserable
             Soul
          
           
             Even
             by
             his
             Agony
             and
             bloody
             Sweat
             ?
          
           
             Yes
             Sir
             ,
             he
             swet
             and
             bled
             ,
             and
             all
             for
             You
          
           
           
             VVhile
             weights
             of
             Sorrow
             press'd
             his
             soul
             to
             death
             ,
          
           
             From
             loads
             of
             your
             guilt
             ,
             and
             Ingratitude
             ;
          
           
             Yet
             there
             he
             lyes
             and
             Grovels
             on
             the
             ground
             ,
          
           
             And
             there
             resolv'd
             to
             lye
             ,
             till
             News
             of
             Mercy
          
           
             Should
             come
             from
             Heaven
             for
             You
             —
          
           
             Trembling
             till
             then
             least
             you
             should
             perish
             ,
             Sir
             ,
          
           
             VVhilst
             suffering
             torments
             equal
             to
             the
             damn'd
             ,
          
           
             VVas
             cheerful
             to
             remember
             you
             were
             free
          
           
             From
             th'
             Curse
             and
             Plagues
             your
             Pride
             had
             brought
             on
             him
          
           
             VVhere
             is
             your
             Sympathy
             ,
             Sir
             ?
             what
             can
             you
             sleep
             ,
          
           
             While
             Jesus
             is
             in
             Agony
             ,
             and
             Struggles
          
           
             With
             all
             the
             Powers
             of
             his
             Diviner
             Soul
          
           
             For
             ease
             from
             th'
             Pressures
             your self
             should
             have
             born
             ?
          
           
             Which
             would
             dissolv'd
             him
             had
             he
             not
             been
             God
             ,
          
           
             And
             th'
             whole
             Creation
             had
             he
             not
             groan'd
             thus
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             this
             is
             but
             the
             Exordium
             of
             his
             Sorrows
             ,
          
           
             While
             hence
             he
             's
             hal'd
             to
             bleed
             again
             afresh
             ,
          
           
             And
             yields
             his
             
               Naked
               Back
            
             to
             cruel
             hands
             ,
          
           
             Which
             dig
             long
             bloody
             Merciless
             Furrows
             on
             it
             ,
          
           
             Stript
             as
             a
             very
             Malefactor
             Bare
             ,
          
           
             Never
             was
             Thief
             so
             Whipp'd
             —
          
           
             And
             all
             because
             you
             wrap
             your
             Skin
             so
             soft
             ,
          
           
             In
             silken
             Folds
             ,
             and
             Pride
             your self
             in
             Purple
             ,
          
           
             (
             While
             Scarlet
             's
             put
             in
             Mockery
             on
             him
             )
          
           
             '
             Cause
             yours
             hath
             stoln
             your
             heart
             away
             from
             God.
          
           
             Who
             cannot
             have
             one
             poor
             thought
             fixt
             upon
             him
             .
          
           
             Since
             Gawdy
             Clothes
             have
             all
             —
             You
             Ladies
             think
             on
             this
             too
          
           
             Who
             bare
             your selves
             as
             he
             ,
             not
             to
             the
             Whip
          
           
             (
             Yet
             did
             that
             innocent
             flesh
             endure
             the
             Lash
             )
          
           
             But
             to
             the
             curs'd
             effects
             of
             Luxury
             .
          
           
             Next
             view
             his
             glorious
             Temples
             ,
             pierc'd
             with
             Thorns
             ,
          
           
             Which
             taught
             him
             what
             it
             was
             to
             undertake
          
           
             For
             Pride
             of
             Locks
             ,
             and
             huffing
             Perriwigs
             .
          
           
             (
             So
             Gideon
             once
             the
             men
             of
             Succoth
             taught
             )
          
           
           
             
               Can
               you
            
             be
             p●oud
             of
             hair
             when
             Christ
             were
             Thorns
             .
          
           
             Thus
             torn
             and
             bleeding
             into
             fainty
             Weakness
          
           
             Yet
             is
             his
             heavy
             Cross
             laid
             on
             him
             too
          
           
             Which
             he
             bore
             humbly
             ,
             so
             long
             as
             Nature
             could
             ,
          
           
             While
             you
             ,
             my
             Gallant
             throw
             off
             every
             care
             ,
          
           
             And
             hate
             Religion
             that
             but
             Treats
             of
             Crosses
             .
          
           
             Yet
             has
             he
             left
             Crosses
             behind
             for
             you
             too
             ,
          
           
             Did
             you
             not
             scorn
             to
             take
             and
             bear
             them
             on
             you
             ,
          
           
             Had
             you
             love
             for
             him
             ,
             you
             would
             ne'r
             disdain
             it
             ,
          
           
             But
             he
             bears
             all
             while
             you
             go
             free
             to
             Heaven
             .
          
           
             Come
             view
             him
             now
             ,
             Nail'd
             to
             the
             Cross
             he
             bore
             ,
          
           
             VVith
             Hands
             and
             Feet
             pierc'd
             through
             &
             dropping
             Blood
          
           
             The
             Cruel
             Spear
             making
             that
             Orifice
          
           
             Thro
             which
             you
             easily
             may
             perceive
             his
             heart
          
           
             Surrendring
             up
             the
             poor
             remains
             of
             Life
             ;
          
           
             And
             had
             he
             had
             ten
             hearts
             all
             should
             have
             bled
          
           
             For
             you
             ,
             who
             yet
             have
             none
             to
             thank
             him
             for
             it
             .
          
           
             But
             has
             commanded
             you
             to
             steep
             in
             yours
          
           
             Into
             his
             VVounds
             ,
             till
             it
             become
             more
             supple
             ,
          
           
             And
             learn
             to
             bleed
             for
             Damning
             Sin
             ,
             like
             hi●
             .
          
           
             Come
             Ladies
             will
             you
             not
             vouchsafe
             one
             Glance
          
           
             Upon
             a
             dying
             Saviour
             on
             the
             Cross
             ?
          
           
             Ladies
             are
             tender
             hearted
             (
             thought
             to
             be
             so
             )
          
           
             And
             yet
             to
             hear
             this
             story
             with
             drie
             eyes
             ,
          
           
             To
             see
             this
             rueful
             Spectacle
             of
             a
             God
          
           
             Dying
             for
             Sin
             ,
             and
             yours
             too
             ,
             which
             the
             Sun
          
           
             Refus'd
             to
             gaze
             on
             ,
             shut
             his
             glorious
             Eye
             ,
          
           
             And
             hid
             his
             face
             in
             sable
             Clouds
             for
             grief
             ;
          
           
             And
             those
             poor
             women
             stood
             aloof
             and
             wept
             ,
          
           
             While
             you
             can
             see
             him
             hang
             ,
             and
             bleed
             ,
             and
             dye
             ,
          
           
             And
             were
             it
             yet
             to
             do
             ,
             should
             bleed
             afresh
             ,
          
           
             Rather
             than
             one
             poor
             Vanity
             be
             abated
             ,
          
           
             Is
             this
             your
             Love
             to
             Jesus
             ?
          
           
             Stark
             dead
             ,
             &
             Bloodless
             from
             the
             Cross
             he
             's
             taken
             ,
          
           
             And
             dead
             as
             he
             (
             from
             any
             power
             to
             hurt
             you
             )
          
           
           
             Are
             all
             your
             Sins
             fast
             Nailed
             to
             the
             Tree
             .
          
           
             
               Can
               yon
               believe
               this
            
             ,
             Gallants
             ?
             Here
             's
             your
             pardo
             ▪
          
           
             You
             'l
             find
             it
             lying
             sealed
             in
             his
             Grave
             ,
          
           
             VVrapt
             in
             the
             Cloth
             that
             bound
             his
             sacred
             Head
             ,
          
           
             VVhence
             Mary
             fetch'd
             forth
             hers
             —
             
               Can
               you
               believe
            
             ?
          
           
             If
             not
             ,
             himself
             can
             do
             no
             more
             to
             save
             you
             ;
          
           
             Nor
             will
             do
             more
             through
             all
             Eternity
             .
          
           
             Offer
             the
             flanting
             Banners
             of
             your
             Pride
          
           
             As
             Trophies
             to
             the
             Glories
             of
             his
             Cross
             ,
          
           
             Die
             and
             be
             Crucified
             with
             him
             too
             ,
          
           
             From
             all
             the
             love
             of
             painted
             Vanities
          
           
             And
             hang
             as
             naked
             from
             them
             ,
             as
             did
             he
          
           
             Never
             true
             Christian
             triumph'd
             in
             his
             shame
             ,
          
           
             VVhose
             onely
             Glory
             is
             a
             Naked
             Lord.
          
           
             He
             that
             wore
             Purple
             here
             ,
             is
             Cloath'd
             in
             Flames
             ,
          
           
             The
             Fool
             that
             dotes
             on
             Rags
             ,
             deserves
             them
             too
             ,
          
           
             VVill
             curse
             the
             false
             and
             cheating
             Glories
             here
             ,
          
           
             That
             thus
             betwitch'd
             him
             to
             neglect
             poor
             Psyche
             ,
          
           
             For
             whom
             are
             Robes
             far
             whiter
             than
             the
             Snow
             ,
          
           
             And
             such
             as
             Angels
             wear
             ,
             neglected
             all
          
           
             And
             worn
             by
             poor
             and
             mean
             and
             lowly
             Souls
          
           
             Whilst
             you
             my
             Gallants
             scorn
             ,
             the
             Crowns
             abov●
          
           
             And
             perish
             in
             despight
             of
             flaming
             Love.
             
          
           
             FINIS
             .