The Scots apostacy. Cleveland, John, 1613-1658. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A79968 of text R210703 in the English Short Title Catalog (Thomason 669.f.10[117]). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 4 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2017 A79968 Wing C4699A Thomason 669.f.10[117] ESTC R210703 99869473 99869473 162648 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A79968) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 162648) Images scanned from microfilm: (Thomason Tracts ; 246:669f10[117]) The Scots apostacy. Cleveland, John, 1613-1658. 1 sheet ([1] p.) s.n., [London : 1647] Attribution from Thomason. In verse: "Is't come to this? what? shall the Cheekes of Fame" ... Annotation on Thomason copy: "March 10th 1646 Cleaveland". Identified as Wing (2nd ed.) S2020 on UMI microfilm set "Early English books, 1641-1700", reel 2124.1. L (Luttrell) Copy lacks period at end of third line, second column. Reproduction of the originals in the British Library. eng Great Britain -- History -- Civil War, 1642-1649 -- Early works to 1800. Scotland -- History -- Charles I, 1625-1649 -- Early works to 1800. A79968 R210703 (Thomason 669.f.10[117]). civilwar no The Scots apostacy. Cleveland, John 1647 596 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2007-10 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2007-10 Apex CoVantage Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2007-11 Mona Logarbo Sampled and proofread 2007-11 Mona Logarbo Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-02 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion THE SCOTS APOSTACY . IS 't come to this ? what ? shall the Cheekes of Fame Stretch't with the breath of learned Lowdens name Be flagg'd againe , and that great peice of Sence As rich in Loyaltie , as Eloquence , Brought to the Test , be found a tricke of State ? Like Chimists tinctures prov'd Adulterate ? The Divell sure such language did atcheive , To cheate our un-fore-warned Grandame Eve ; As this Impostor found out to besot Th' experienc't English to beleeve A Scot . Who reconcil'd the Covenants doubtfull Sence ? The Commons Argument , or the Cities Pence ? Or did you doubt persistance in one good Would spoyle the fabrick of your Brotherhood , Projected first in such a forge of sinne , Was fit for the grand Divels hammering . Or was 't Ambition that this damned fact , Should tell the world you know the sines you act . The infamie this super-Treason brings , Blast's more then Murders of your sixtie Kings . A crime so blacke as being aduis'dly done , Those hold with this no Competition . Kings only suffer'd then , in this doth lie , Th' Assacination of Monarchye . Beyond this sinne no one step can be Trod If not t' attempt deposing of your God . Oh were you so engag'd that we might see , Heavens angry lightning 'bout your eares to flee ; Till you were shriveld into dust , and your cold land , Parcht to a drought beyond the Libian sand ; But ti's reserv'd , and till heaven plague you worse Be Objects of an Epidemick curse . First may your Brethren to whose viler ends , Your power hath banded cease to count you friends ; And prompted by the Dictate of their reason Reproach the Traytors ; though they hug the Treason . And may their Iealousies encrease and breed , Till they confine your Ships beyond the Tweed . In forreigne Nations may your loath'd Name be , A stigmatizing brand of Infamie . Till forc't by generall hate you cease to rome The world , and for a plague goe live at home ; Till you resume your povertie , and bee Reduc'd to begge where none can be so free , To grant ; and may your scabbie Land be all , Translated to a generall Hospitall . Let not the Sun afford one gentle ray , To give you comfort of a Summers day . But as a Guerdon for your Trayterous warre , Live cherisht only by the Northerne starre . No stranger deigne to visite your rude Coast , And be to all but banisht Men , as lost . And such in Hightening of the infliction due , Let provok't Princes send them all to you . Your State a Chaos be , where not the Law ; But Power , your lives and liberties may awe . No Subject mongst you keepe a quiet brest , But each man strive through blood to be the best ; Till for those Miseries on us yo 'ue brought , By your own sword , our just revenge be wrought . To summe up all — let your Religion be , As your Allegiance , mask't hypocrisie . Untill when Charles shall be compos'd in dust , Perfum'd with Epithites of good and just ; He sav'd ; Incensed Heaven may have forgot , To afford one act of mercy to a Scot . FINIS .