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Almonds for Parrots

George Wither (1588-1667) · 5,681 words · 25 min

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AMYGDALA BRITANNICA, Almonds for Parrets.

A Dish of STONE-FRUIT, partly shel'd and partly unshel'd; WHICH (If cracked, picked, and well digested) May be wholesome against those Epidemick Distempers of the Brain, now predominant; and prevent some Malignant Diseases, likely to ensue.

Composed, heretofore, by a well-known Moderne Author; and, now published according to a Copy, found written with his own Hand.

Qui been latuit, been vixit.

MATTH. XIII. XIII, XIV, XV.

Therefore speak I to them in parables: because they seeing, see not: and hearing, they hear not, neither do they understand.

And in them is fulfilled the Prophesy of Isaiah which saith, By hearing ye shall hear, and shall not understand: and seeing ye shall see, and shall not perceive.

For this people's heart is waxed gross, and their ears are dull of hearing, and their eyes they have closed, left at any time they should see with their eyes, and hear with their ears, and understand with their heart, and should be converted, and healed.

Anno M.D.C.XLVII.

AMYGDALA BRITANNICA, Almonds for Parrets.

         When
        
        Wisemen
        
         found plain-dealing did offend,
        
         In
        
        Hieroglyphics
        
         they their
        
        Musings
        
         penned;
        
         And, to the
        
        meek,
        
         conveyed in a
        
        cloud,
       
         The
        
        light,
        
         which was disdained by the
        
        proud;
       
         That, so, the
        
        scorner,
        
         hearing, might not
        
        hear,
       
         Nor seeing,
        
        see,
        
         what plainly doth appear:
        
         For, just it is, that they should lose their
        
        sight,
       
         Who would not see their
        
        safety,
        
         when they might.

         'It is much observed, that this
        
        Generation
       
         Hath taken up the
        
        Parrets
        
         inclination,
        
         Who loves, on
        
        shells,
        
         to exercise his beak,
        
         And,
        
        words not understood,
        
         delights to speak:
        
         We, therefore, (since the labor may be spared)
        
         For private entertainment, have prepared
        
         This dish of
        
        Stone-fruits;
        
         whereof, there are some,
        
         That yield a
        
        kernel,
        
         better then the
        
        plumb;
       
         And, such, that, if they well digested be,
        
         Will clear their
        
        eyes,
        
         who have a mind to see.

         Here, till
        
        affairs
        
         are wholly mis-transpos'd,
        
         You shall perceive, in
        
        Parables,
        
         disclos'd,
        
         Upon what
        
        actions,
        
         and
        
        contingencies,
       
         The
        
        Fortune
        
         of this
        
        British Empire
        
         lies;
        
         And, by what
        
        symptoms,
        
         you may truly know,
        
         Which way the
        
        Public Fate
        
         will ebb, or flow.
        
         Thus he conceives, who seriously hath weighed
        
         Those things; & in these words his thoughts arai'd.

        ALL things
        
         terrestrial
        
        have their
        
         dates,
        
         Kings, Kingdoms,
        
        and the greatest
        
         States;
        
        And,
        
         warnings
        
        do appear, to, some,
       
        Of all such
        
         changes,
        
        ere they come;
       
        Whereby, were timely means assaid,
       
         Plagues
        
        might be scaped, or allayed:
       
        And, peradventure, to that use,
       
        This, which ensueth, may conduce.

        The
        
         time
        
        draws near, and hasteth on,
       
        In which
        
         strange works
        
        will be begun;
       
        And,
        
         prosecutions,
        
        whereon shall
       
        Depend much future
        
         bliss
        
        or
        
         bale.
        
        If, to the
        
         left-hand,
        
        you decline,
       
        Assur'd destruction they divine;
       
        But if the
        
         right-hand course
        
        ye take,
       
        This
        
         Island
        
        it will happy make.

        A
        
         time
        
        draws near, in which you may,
       
        As you shall please, the
        
         Chess-men
        
        play:
       
        Remove, confine, check, leave, or take,
       
        Dispose; depose, undo, or make,
       
         Pawn, Rook, Knight, Bishop, Queen,
        
        or
        
         King,
        
        And, act your wills in everything:
       
        But, if that
        
         time
        
        let slip you shall,
       
        For
        
         yesterday,
        
        in vain you call.

        A
        
         time
        
        draws near, in which the
        
         Sun
        
        Will give more
        
         light,
        
        then he hath done:
       
        Then, also, you shall see the
        
         Moon
        
        Shine brighter then the
        
         Sun at noon:
        
        And, many
        
         Stars,
        
        now seeming dull,
       
        Give shadows, like the
        
         Moon at full.
        
        Yet, then, shall some, who think they see,
       
        Wrapt in
        
         Egyptian darkness
        
        be.

        A
        
         time
        
        draws near, when, with your
        
         blood,
        
        You shall preserve the
        
         Vipers brood,
        
        And starve your own; yet, fancy, than,
       
        That, you have plaid the
        
         Pelican:
        
        But, when you think, the
        
         frozen Snakes
        
        Have changed their natures, for your sakes,
       
        They, in requital, will contrive
       
        Your mischief, who did them revive.

        A
        
         time
        
        will come, when, they that
        
         wake,
        
        Shall
        
         dream;
        
        and
        
         sleepers
        
        undertake
       
        The
        
         grand-Affaires:
        
        yet, few men know,
       
        Which are the
        
         Dreamers
        
        of these two;
       
        And, fewer care, by which of these
       
        They guided be, so they have ease:
       
        But, an
        
         Alarum
        
        shall advance
       
        Your drowsy spirits, from that
        
         trance.

        A
        
         time
        
        shall come, ere long, in which
       
         Meer Beggars
        
        shall grow soonest
        
         rich;
        
        The
        
         rich
        
        with wants be pinched more,
       
        Then such as go from door to door;
       
        The
        
         honorable
        
        by the
        
         base
        
        Shall be despighted, to their face;
       
        The
        
         truth
        
        defamed be with
        
         lies;
        
        The
        
         fool
        
        prefer'd before the
        
         wise;
        
        And he that fighteh to be
        
         free,
        
        By
        
         conquering,
        
        inslav'd shall be.

        A
        
         Time
        
        shall come, when they that would
       
        Discredit
        
         truths,
        
        which were foretold,
       
        Of every
        
         news
        
        will stand in fear,
       
        And, credit every lie they hear;
       
        Till they, by penance done, have paid
       
        For every
        
         truth
        
        they have gainsaid.
       
        Then, they who have expected
        
         Fish,
        
        Shall find a
        
         Scorpion
        
        in their dish:
       
        The
        
         children
        
        shall have
        
         stones
        
        for bread,
       
        And, starved be, whilst
        
         dogs
        
        are fed:
       
        Then also shall each
        
         work
        
        you do,
       
        Ere it be finished, make you two;
       
        And, render all, when much is done,
       
        Far worse, then when the
        
         Plague
        
        begun.

        A
        
         time
        
        draws near, in which your
        
         peace
        
        Shall make your
        
         quarrels
        
        more increase:
       
        Then shall you by
        
         false-brethren
        
        lose
       
        More, then by all your
        
         open-foes:
        
        Then
        
         one-man's
        
        hate shall rob of more
       
        Then
        
         five times twenty
        
        can restore:
       
         Three men
        
        shall act more mischiefs here,
       
        Then
        
         three great Kingdoms
        
        well can bear:
       
        And then shall they be better prized,
       
        Whose
        
         counsels
        
        have been long despised.

        The
        
         time
        
        is drawing near, when we
       
        Our own
        
         Antipodes
        
        shall be:
       
        When our most dangerous disease
       
        Shall be the
        
         Scribes
        
        and
        
         Pharisees:
        
        When
        
         Seamen
        
        shall usurp the
        
         whip;
        
         Plowmen
        
        presume to guide the
        
         ship;
        
        The
        
         children
        
        frequently begin,
       
        To teach their
        
         grandams
        
        how to spin:
       
        And, then shall that, which was a
        
         crime,
        
        Be deemed the virtue of the time;
       
        And, that,
        
         impiety
        
        be thought,
       
        Which hath, for
        
         sanctity,
        
        been taught.

        A
        
         time
        
        will come, in which the Flocks,
       
        Shall see their
        
         Shepherd
        
        play the
        
         Fox,
        
        And range and ramble up and down,
       
        Till he into a
        
         wolf
        
        be grown;
       
        Then, they that hounds and sleugh-dogs keep,
       
        Shall hunt him, till he grows a
        
         Sheep;
        
        And, then, if what he seems, he be
       
        He shall be safe; and, so, shall we.

        A
        
         time
        
        will come, when see you shall
       
         Toads
        
        fly aloft, and
        
         Eagles
        
        crawl;
       
         Wolves
        
        walk abroad in
        
         human shapes;
        
         Men,
        
        turn to
        
         asses, hogs,
        
        and
        
         apes:
        
        But, when that cursed time is come,
       
        Well's he that is both
        
         deaf,
        
        and
        
         dumb;
        
        That nothing speaketh, nothing hears,
       
        And, neither
        
         hopes, desires,
        
        nor
        
         fears.

        The
        
         time
        
        will come when you shall see
       
        A
        
         Headlesse-body
        
        active be,
       
        And, many actions full of dread,
       
        Performed by a
        
         Trunklesse-head;
        
        Which Head, and Body, being brought
       
        To knit together, as they ought,
       
        Might prove to be, in time to come,
       
        The joy, and awe, of
        
         Chiristendome.

        But, e're such happy days be seen,
       
        There will some changes intervene
       
        Our hopes and them, to make or mar
       
        the sequel, as they mannag'd are;
       
        And, therefore, that discern you may
       
        When these approach; and, which are they;
       
        And, what to do, when they are known,
       
        Here, they in easy
        
         types
        
        are shown;
       
        Or, by those
        
         tokens,
        
        which fore-hint,
       
        What you should labor to prevent.

        When, you see many things effected,
       
        Which were nor feared nor suspected;
       
        The
        
         Mountains
        
        sink, the
        
         Valleyes
        
        clime;
       
         Stars
        
        rise, and set, before their time;
       
        Grosse
        
         Meteors
        
        from the mud exhald,
       
        To highest
        
         Spheres,
        
        and
        
         Planets
        
        called;
       
        And,
        
         utter darkness
        
        termed
        
         light;
        
        Then, bid your happy days, goodnight.

        When, you embrewed, in their blood,
       
        Behold
        
         three Lions of one brood;
        
        If, then, a
        
         fourth
        
        shall interpose,
       
        It will but more increase their woes;
       
        Till but
        
         one head,
        
        possess they shall,
       
        And, but
        
         one heart,
        
        among them all.
       
        Which, whosoe're to pass can bring.
       
        Shall be the
        
         darling
        
        of a
        
         King.

        His prickles, when the
        
         Thistle
        
        shows,
       
        Whithin the borders of the
        
         Rose,
        
        If, with the
        
         Flower-de-Luce
        
        it close,
       
        Designing what the
        
         Orange
        
        does,
       
        The style of
        
         blessed
        
        it shall lose;
       
        Yea,
        
         cursed be,
        
        where e're it grows;
       
        And, by such faithlesnesse, expose
       
        If self, and others, to their Foes.

        But, being, only, for a time,
       
        (To cure the
        
         Fevers
        
        or that
        
         Clyme)
        
        Transplanted South-ward; if it spread,
       
        And root, no further then the
        
         bed,
        
        Where, by the
        
         Gardner,
        
        it was set,
       
        To cure us of our
        
         Ague-fit;
        
        It, of our
        
         Garden,
        
        shall be free,
       
        And, called the
        
         blessed-Thistle
        
        be.

        When
        
         Charles his wane,
        
        begins to reel,
       
        And, retrograde shall seem to wheel;
       
        If, rambling forth, the
        
         Driver
        
        be.
       
        Without his
        
         Orb,
        
        but
        
         one degree;
        
        What hope soe're he hath of help,
       
        From
        
         Lioness,
        
        or
        
         Lions-whelp,
        
        'Twill be a hundred unto one
       
        If he return, when he is gone.

        When from
        
         one hand,
        
        let slip, you view.
       
         Two Dogs,
        
        one
        
         Leopard
        
        to pursue;
       
        Though every passage you beset
       
        And ride, and run until you sweat,
       
        The
        
         Game
        
        will at the last get free,
       
        If
        
         Patch,
        
        one of your
        
         Gray-hounds
        
        be;
       
        Or, if you think, to take the
        
         beast,
        
        By
        
         Huntsmen,
        
        who are such professed.

        When Britain's
        
         Gerion
        
        you shall see,
       
        With
        
         Single head,
        
        on
        
         bodies three,
        
        Put forth his face, in a disguize,
       
        (Undecently betwixt his thighs)
       
        Be wary then, and take great heed,
       
        In your affairs, how ye proceed;
       
        Least, you be laid in
        
         little ease,
        
        Betwixt the
        
         French
        
        and Kings disease.

        When frequently, observe you shall,
       
        S.
        
         Peter
        
        robbed, to pay S.
        
         Paul;
        
        When
        
         Butterflies, Silk-worms
        
        out-brave;
       
        When
        
         Maggots
        
        waste, what
        
         Ants
        
        did save,
       
        And,
        
         wasps,
        
        and
        
         drones,
        
        and
        
         hornets
        
        drive
       
        Your
        
         Bees,
        
        to seek a
        
         Foreign-hive;
        
        Then, fly to
        
         providence-divine,
        
        And, do, as that shall you incline.

        When, you see breaking
        
         Stones,
        
        and
        
         glasses,
        
        For zeal in true
        
         Religion
        
        passes:
       
        Aswell the
        
         Clergy,
        
        as the
        
         Lay,
        
        Learn, how at
        
         fast,
        
        and
        
         loose,
        
        to play:
       
         Hermaphrodites
        
        begot with child;
       
         Herod,
        
        and
        
         Pilate,
        
        reconciled:
       
        The
        
         Moralist,
        
        his
        
         light
        
        abuse;
       
        And,
        
         Chritstians
        
        turning
        
         Semi-Jews;
        
        You may, where e're you go, or ride,
       
        Have
        
         Ignis fatuus,
        
        for your guide.

        When, in this
        
         Isle
        
        observe you shall
       
        The
        
         tenth part
        
        of great
        
         Babel
        
        fall,
       
        And ,
        
         Reformation,
        
        fully made
       
        Of them, and their
        
         mysterious trade,
        
        Who merchandize most holy things;
       
        Then GOD to speedy vengeance brings,
       
        With
        
         Gog,
        
        with
        
         Magog,
        
        and the
        
         Whore,
        
        The
        
         Beast,
        
        which Nations, yet, adore.

        When you perceive the
        
         Common-Creed,
        
        Renounc'd; and,
        
         whimseyes
        
        in it steed;
       
        The
        
         words,
        
        which our chief
        
         Rabbi
        
        taught,
       
        Despis'd, or out of practice brought;
       
        And, some abuse the
        
         God-head,
        
        more
       
        Then all the
        
         Gentiles heretofore;
        
        They, who his nature do mistake,
       
        Shall then grow like the
        
         God
        
        they make;
       
        And, think it, when they do oppress,
       
        But
        
         sanctity,
        
        and
        
         righteousness.

        When, they, that are of
        
         Babel
        
        shy,
       
        Shall further into
        
         Babel
        
        fly;
       
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        When, they, who Superstition shun,
       
        To greater Superstitions run,
       
        And, to escape
        
         profaneness,
        
        shall
       
        Into mere
        
         Atheism
        
        fall;
       
        Then, will, at full, those plagues appear,
       
        Which, now, are but beginning, here;
       
        And, they, who live those days to know,
       
        Will think of him, who told you so.

        When, in this
        
         Isle,
        
        the people sees
       
        A confused
        
         heptarchie
        
        of
        
         Pees,
        
        Their
        
         peace,
        
        disturbing, by
        
         distraction;
        
        Their
        
         power,
        
        become a
        
         three-square faction
        
        Of
        
         equal sides,
        
        and, each inclined
       
        To what, it fancy hath
        
         designed;
        
        And, few regarding
        
         Common-good:
        
        Then, shall the
        
         Moon
        
        be turned to blood,
       
        Unless, you can by Chymistrie,
       
        The
        
         Sulphur, Salt,
        
        and
        
         Mercury
        
        So temper; that produce it shall
       
        The true
        
         Elixar
        
        from them all.

        When, loud the
        
         British waters
        
        roar,
       
        And, flow up to the
        
         Senate
        
        door,
       
        If, then, the
        
         wind
        
        shall also blow,
       
        To make their swellings higher grow:
       
        Then whether you to them give way,
       
        Or, seek to stop them, by a
        
         bay,
        
        In vain, to curb them, strive you shall,
       
        Without the
        
         Balsam-box,
        
        and
        
         scale;
        
        Though you
        
         diversions
        
        make (in hope
       
        To do it) and, cast
        
         Mountains
        
        up.

        When, you observe the
        
         Civil-sword,
        
        Usurp the power of the
        
         word;
        
        And, (where declining
        
         Babel
        
        stood)
       
        Men, laying
        
         Zion's
        
        walls, in blood;
       
        Then, some, who for the
        
         Lamb
        
        profess,
       
        The
        
         Dragons
        
        Kingdom will increase,
       
        Untill, they shall be better taught
       
        How,
        
         living Temples
        
        should be wrought.

        When, you have pulled the
        
         great Popes
        
        down,
       
        And, set up one in every Town;
       
        When, in each house, a
        
         Church
        
        shall be,
       
        And, in one
        
         house,
        
        a part of three;
       
        When, one shall tell you
        
         Christ,
        
        is here;
       
        Another say, loe, he is
        
         •
        
        ere;
       
        More comfort they shall then receive,
       
        Who
        
         love;
        
        then they, who these
        
         believe.

        When, only,
        
         numbered out,
        
        you see.
       
        What,
        
         weighed,
        
        and
        
         measured,
        
        too, should be;
       
        When all, that you shall
        
         save,
        
        or
        
         lose,
        
        Dependeth on their
        
         yea's,
        
        and
        
         no's,
        
        Who, peradventure, may intend,
       
         Self-will, self-profit,
        
        or
        
         self-end;
        
        Then,
        
         self-denial
        
        must proceed
       
        From
        
         words,
        
        into a
        
         real deed;
        
        And, more regardfully you must
       
        Consider, whom you ought to trust;
       
        Least, e're this
        
         tragedy
        
        be plai'd,
       
        You, and your Freedomes be betrai'd.

        When, clothed like
        
         lambs,
        
        the wolves appear,
       
        When,
        
         Foxes
        
        preach, and
        
         Goslings
        
        hear,
       
        When,
        
         Hawkes
        
        to guard the
        
         Doves
        
        are chose,
       
        When,
        
         wounds
        
        must cured be with
        
         blows,
        
        And, when your
        
         frogs
        
        and
        
         mice
        
        renew
       
        Their foolish war; Then, will ensue
       
        What hath by
        
         wisemen
        
        been fore-told,
       
        In
        
         tales
        
        and
        
         parables,
        
        of old;
       
        Unless, your
        
         keepers
        
        eye affrights
       
        The
        
         Romish Eagles,
        
        and the
        
         Kites.

        When, you perceive the
        
         Harper
        
        play
       
        His
        
         Harpstrings,
        
        and his
        
         Harp
        
        away;
       
        The
        
         Miter,
        
        hazzarding the
        
         Crown;
        
        The
        
         sword,
        
        instructing of the
        
         Gowne;
        
        The
        
         members,
        
        that in darkness be,
       
        Informing, how the
        
         Eyes
        
        should see;
       
        And,
        
         hands,
        
        and
        
         feet,
        
        aspiring to
       
        That, which the
        
         Head,
        
        and
        
         Heart
        
        should do;
       
        Then, you, a while, their lots must share,
       
        Who, in their
        
         guts,
        
        their
        
         brains
        
        do bear.

        When, you shall see
        
         Death
        
        richly clad,
       
        With what, the
        
         living
        
        should have had;
       
        And, then, behold a
        
         Church
        
        bespread
       
        With rags, and relics of the
        
         dead,
        
        Exposing that to open scorn,
       
        Which was in
        
         public triumph
        
        born:
       
        If, then, with seriousness you heed
       
        The simple
        
         doer,
        
        and the
        
         deed,
        
        It shall occasion shame to some,
       
        Who thought, much honor'd, to become:
       
        And, let a just occasion in
       
        To rake up, what might hid have been.

        When
        
         Blocks,
        
        and
        
         Stones,
        
        offense shall take,]
       
        And
        
         riots
        
        in your
        
         Cities
        
        make;
       
        Beware: for, if heed be not took,
       
        A
        
         spark
        
        shall casually be struck,
       
        From some
        
         rough flint,
        
        which will devour
       
        Your
        
         wealth,
        
        your
        
         glory,
        
        and your
        
         power;
        
        That
        
         future times
        
        may not despise
       
        The wrath, and spleen, of
        
         Ants
        
        and
        
         Flies.

        When you see
        
         Gallants
        
        take their
        
         vies,
        
        As if they would ore-skip the
        
         skies,
        
        Or, give the
        
         Sun,
        
        and
        
         Moon,
        
        a Law,
       
        Yet, then, scarce over-leap a
        
         straw;
        
        Or, when
        
         conceptions-mountainous
        
        Shall bring forth nothing, but a
        
         mouse,
        
        (After great
        
         throes,
        
        'twixt hopes, and fears,
       
        Sustained, by you, many years)
       
        Then, your declining
        
         state
        
        deplore,
       
        And, take a
        
         dos
        
        of
        
         Hellebore.

        When, here, you shall re-act the sin
       
        Of
        
         Pharaoh,
        
        and of
        
         Benjamin;
        
        Keep
        
         Jezebel's,
        
        and
        
         Ahab's
        
        Fast;
       
        In
        
         Jehu
        
        's mold
        
         Reformers
        
        cast;
       
        Give honor unto
        
         Golden Calves,
        
        And
        
         Idols,
        
        setting up themselves;
       
        You shall but bring, to quench your
        
         flame,
        
        That
        
         oil,
        
        which will increase the same:
       
        And, GOD, your
        
         Offrings
        
        will despise;
       
        Till
        
         Justice
        
        be your
        
         sacrifice.

        When
        
         Out-laws
        
        shall themselves propose
       
        For your
        
         Law-givers
        
        to be chose;
       
         Felons,
        
        grow
        
         makers
        
        of your
        
         Laws;
        
         Effects,
        
        producers of their
        
         Cause;
        
        Th'
        
         accused,
        
        his own
        
         Judge
        
        become;
       
        The
        
         thief,
        
        pronounce the
        
         true-man's
        
        doom;
       
        Your
        
         greatest foes,
        
        turn
        
         seeming-friends;
        
        And,
        
         greatest wrongs
        
        get
        
         least amends:
        
        Then, to no
        
         earthly hopes
        
        aspire;
       
        But, unto GOD, alone, retire.

        When, most the
        
         Charmers-voice
        
        shall hear,
       
        And, like
        
         deaf Adders,
        
        stop their ear;
       
        When, they who sit in
        
         Judgment,
        
        be
       
        Inexorable, more then
        
         He
        
        Who did both GOD, and
        
         Man,
        
        despise;
       
        (And, sleight even
        
         Importunities,
        
        Continu'd without intermission)
       
        Then, fear, O
        
         Britain!
        
        thy condition.

        When, most that
        
         hear,
        
        and
        
         pray,
        
        and
        
         fast,
        
        No sweetness, in those
        
         duties
        
        taste;
       
        But, formally, in them go on,
       
        Depending upon what is
        
         done;
        
        And, others, so believing grow,
       
        As, that, they no good works will do:
       
        Or, when small difference shall appear
       
        'Twixt
        
         persons, times,
        
        or
        
         places,
        
        here;
       
        And, those
        
         Ideas,
        
        men embrace,
       
        Which have nor
        
         body, form,
        
        nor
        
         face;
        
        And, run
        
         vagaries
        
        without bound,
       
        As if, no
        
         medium's
        
        could be found,
       
        'Twixt two extremes: Even then, shall they
       
        Who love the
        
         light,
        
        enjoy the
        
         day;
        
        And, then, shall looked for be, or some,
       
        A
        
         Kingdom,
        
        that will never come.

        When, in your
        
         City-paramount,
        
        This
        
         Realm
        
        is called to Account,
       
        (And, they, who do receive and pay,
       
        Forsake the old
        
         Exchequer
        
        way)
       
        If those may then their trial shun,
       
        By whom, the greatest wrongs are done,
       
        Your
        
         hypocrites
        
        will soon appear
       
        So many, and so powerful, here,
       
        That, GOD himself th'
        
         Accompts
        
        will take,
       
        Which they unwilling are to make.

        When
        
         folly, avarice,
        
        and
        
         pride,
        
        Upon the
        
         public-Ass
        
        shall ride,
       
        And, labor to subject the
        
         State
        
        Unto that base
        
         Triumvirate;
        
        Such
        
         justice, piety,
        
        and
        
         knowledge,
        
        Will, then, proceed from
        
         Gotham-College,
        
        That,
        
         blind-men,
        
        plainly shall perceive,
       
        What, they, who
        
         see,
        
        will not
        
         believe.

        Then, they who now delight in
        
         lies,
        
        (Which their own malice did devise)
       
        And, those predictions do deride,
       
        Which they see daily
        
         verifi'd;
        
        Shall view with
        
         shame,
        
        and feel with
        
         fear,
        
        Those
        
         truths,
        
        of which they would not hear;
       
        And, they who, their despights have borne,
       
        Shall laugh their pride, and hate, to scorn.

        When, you hear thousands make their moans,
       
        And prayers, unto
        
         Blocks
        
        and
        
         Stones;
        
        Poor
        
         Suiters,
        
        prosecuting
        
         Causes
        
        In
        
         circles, labyrinths,
        
        and
        
         mazes,
        
        Till scarce a neighbor, friend, or brother,
       
        Believes, or loveth one the other;
       
        Or, till they have nor house, nor bread,
       
        Who, for the
        
         Kingdoms-cause,
        
        have bled;
       
        Then, you fulfilled shall behold
       
        So much, that, more needs not be told.

        When, you shall hear your
        
         Pipers
        
        play
       
        Till none will either
        
         dance,
        
        or
        
         pay;
        
        Or, till among you doth begin
       
        A second bloody
        
         matachin;
        
        Then, will
        
         clean hands,
        
        and
        
         honest hearts,
        
        Besteed you more, then
        
         Irish
        
        darts;
       
        Secure you better from your foes,
       
        Then guards of guns, of bills or bows;
       
        And, then, will they, whom Pride doth scorn,
       
        More happy be, then
        
         Princes-borne.

        When, you most sleight what
        
         Tel-troth
        
        saith;
       
        When, you have proved the
        
         Punic-faith;
        
        When, you see those, who have misdone,
       
        In spite of Council, still, go on,
       
        To prosecute their
        
         wild designs;
        
        Then take you heed of those
        
         Divines,
        
        Who, to effect their carnal end,
       
        For GOD and CHRIST, will much pretend:
       
        And, that, you no way do abuse
       
        The
        
         Flat-caps,
        
        or the
        
         Clouted-shoes.

        When, they who greatest
        
         Traitors
        
        are,
       
        With
        
         Patriots, reward
        
        shall share,
       
        And, be with large allowance fed,
       
        Whilst, your
        
         best servants,
        
        scarce have bread:
       
        When
        
         doing justice,
        
        shall be thought
       
         Ill manners;
        
        and, they men untaught,
       
        Who are so daring, to afford
       
        A
        
         poor man,
        
        right against a Lord;
       
        Then, shall men purchase
        
         land,
        
        and
        
         fee,
        
        For little price; which deer will be,
       
        To every purchaser, unless
       
        By
        
         piety,
        
        and
        
         righteousness,
        
        The
        
         sale
        
        be sanctified; and you
       
        Give both to GOD, and
        
         men,
        
        their due.

        When your
        
         Reformers,
        
        shall begin
       
        To out-do those men in their sin,
       
        Whom to reform they did pretend;
       
        And, like
        
         sour ale in summer, mend:
        
        When, they the
        
         Rule
        
        shall misapply;
       
        And give by
        
         deeds,
        
        their
        
         words
        
        the lie;
       
        Till, that, be mentioned with scorn,
       
        Which is your
        
         praise,
        
        and
        
         saving-horn,
        
        Then,
        
         Jehu's
        
        temper will undo you,
       
        Unless you can invite unto you
       
         Elijah's
        
        spirit duplifi'd
       
        On some
        
         Elisha,
        
        to provide
       
        A speedy cure, for that
        
         disease,
        
        Which on your
        
         Vitall-parts
        
        will seize.

        When, men and women blushlesse grow
       
        In filthiness; and act it so,
       
        As if, a
        
         Stallion
        
        to be known,
       
        A Princely quality were grown;
       
        Or, when your
        
         Ladies
        
        do appear
       
        (As if old heath'nish
        
         Rome
        
        were here)
       
        By Coachfulls, with a brazen face,
       
        To see men run a naked-race:
       
        And, when
        
         sin
        
        to a ranknesse springs,
       
        Beyond the reach of
        
         libellings;
        
        And,
        
         libellings
        
        so common be,
       
        That none shall from their dirt be free,
       
        Though never so innocent (but those
       
        Whom no man
        
         hates, envies, or knows)
        
        Then, look for that which will ensue
       
        Such
        
         impudence;
        
        if God be true.

        When, men shall gen'rally
        
         confess
        
        Their
        
         folly,
        
        and their
        
         wickedness;
        
        Yet,
        
         act,
        
        as if there neither were
       
        Among them,
        
         conscience, wit,
        
        or
        
         fear:
        
        When, they shall talk as if they had
       
        Some
        
         brains;
        
        yet, do, as they were mad;
       
        And, nor by
        
         reason,
        
        nor by
        
         noise,
        
        By
        
         human,
        
        or by
        
         heavenly-voice,
        
        By being
        
         praised,
        
        or
        
         reproved,
        
        By
        
         judgments,
        
        or by
        
         mercies
        
        moved:
       
        Then, look for so much
        
         sword,
        
        and
        
         fire,
        
        As such a temper doth require.

        When, in this
        
         Isle,
        
        you shall behold,
       
        What's termed, the
        
         Devils ring of gold,
        
        To be in use; and, then, shall see,
       
        Both, pawn'd, and, forfeited, to be,
       
        The
        
         richest-Jewell
        
        of the
        
         State;
        
        Take order, therefore, ere too late,
       
        To save your credits: For, you know,
       
        That,
        
         London
        
        is not
        
         Mexico.
        
        Or, if it were, we plainly view,
       
        By
        
         Genoa,
        
        what may ensue.

        When, your
        
         Betrayers
        
        shall divide,
       
        And, seem of a
        
         contrary side,
        
        That they the better may contrive
       
        Their own Designments; or, perceive,
       
        What is endeavor'd, to prevent
       
        Those mischiefs, whereto they are bent.
       
        Then, look about you; or, be sure,
       
        Your safety you shall not secure:
       
        But, when you hear it often said,
       
        By whom, you should have been betrayed,
       
        In what, they, false, with you have plaid;
       
        And, how they gave your
        
         spoilers
        
        aid,
       
        With such like falsehoods; and then, see,
       
        Such common Fames, neglected be:
       
        Th'
        
         accused
        
        countenanc'd; and, those
       
        Traduc'd, and, punished, as foes,
       
        Who, out of conscience, and, of zeal,
       
        To save this
        
         drooping Common-weal,
        
        Their knowledge, and, their fear declare;
       
        Then, of a
        
         sudden blow,
        
        beware.

        When, they, who, but the other day,
       
        As low, as in the
        
         channel,
        
        lay;
       
        And; had nor
        
         presence, wealth,
        
        not
        
         wit,
        
        (And, scarce the meanest of them, yet)
       
        Your most
        
         pragmatic-men
        
        become,
       
        And, places of
        
         chief trust
        
        assume:
       
        Your
        
         Mastives,
        
        then, shall
        
         Spaniels
        
        grow;
       
        Your
        
         Hens,
        
        and
        
         Capons,
        
        learn to crow,
       
        Disarme, and silence, all your
        
         Cocks;
        
        And,
        
         men,
        
        wear petticoats, and smocks.

        When you, who, at the first, begun
       
        With
        
         honesty
        
        (and, thereby, won
       
        Advantages) shall act, or plot
       
        Ill means, to keep what you have got;
       
        As, if the GOD, you seemed to serve,
       
        Could not, as well, to you preserve,
       
        By
        
         real virtue,
        
        what was gained,
       
        As, give it, by a
        
         virtue feigned:
        
        Then, you shall thrive, as did that
        
         King,
        
        Who was or'ecome, by conquering;
       
        Because he served false
        
         gods,
        
        whose lands
       
        The true GOD gave into his hands:
       
        And, you shall then, the difference know,
       
        'Twixt being
        
         just,
        
        and seeming so.

        When,
        
         Justice
        
        cuts of
        
         Hydra's
        
        heads,
       
        And, sees arising, in their steads,
       
        More, and more monstrous ones, then they
       
        Whom Reformation par'd away:
       
        When
        
         Tyranny
        
        beginns to vary
       
        The form and shape, of
        
         Arbitrarie
        
        And
        
         willful-rule;
        
        when, she inslaves
       
        By mean, and despicable
        
         knaves;
        
        When, they who 'scape the
        
         Lions-paws,
        
        The teeth of
        
         Wolves,
        
        and
        
         Harpies-claws;
        
        Shall look for safety, and for ease,
       
        And, then, be eat by
        
         Lice
        
        and
        
         Fleas;
        
        Or, be in pieces, rent and torn
       
        By
        
         vermin,
        
        once, below their scorn;
       
        Then; then, shall you begin to see
       
        Your masked Foes; and who they be
       
        That sought your weal: and, then, in vain
       
        Shall wish for, what you now disdain.

        Then, some, shall much persuade you to
       
        What, none but such as they would do,
       
        Who whet their knives, and cut their throats,
       
        To cure a chollick, in their guts:
       
        For, then shall they, who seek your harm,
       
        Seek how to cut off your
        
         right-arm,
        
        That, of your chiefest guard bereft
       
        There may be no
        
         hand
        
        but the left
       
        To save your
        
         heads:
        
        And, then, perchance,
       
        You will perceive your ignorance.

        For, then,
        
         new troubles
        
        will begin,
       
        Whereby, they who have blamed been,
       
        Shall suffer much: But, they shall bear
       
        Most
        
         burdens,
        
        who most guilty were;
       
        And, many, then, who now despise
       
        These
        
         Lines,
        
        will think them
        
         Prophecies.

        Then, shall they seek, and crouch, and bow,
       
        Who are most proud, and surely, now;
       
        Petition long, without regard;
       
        Make
        
         prayers,
        
        which will not be heard;
       
        And, find as little mercy, then,
       
        As they have shown to other men.

        They, from the
        
         sword
        
        shall thither 'fly,
       
        Where they for want of bread shall die;
       
        Or, hoping
        
         Famine
        
        to avoid,
       
        Be, by the
        
         Pestilence,
        
        destroyed;
       
        Or, (that they may one sorrow shun)
       
        Into a hundred mischieves run,
       
        And, find no rest, till they repent
       
        Their
        
         pride,
        
        or, meet due punishment.

        Then, shall the
        
         principles
        
        that lurk
       
        Within men's hearts begin to work,
       
        Upon their humors; and, purge out
       
        Much poison, now dispersed about
       
        Through eve'ry Member: yet, at first,
       
        That, shall seem
        
         best,
        
        which would be
        
         worst,
        
        And, few men be so wise to know,
       
        What they were best resolve to do.
       
        For, you shall in a
        
         Medium
        
        stand,
       
        'Twixt
        
         Aegyt,
        
        and the
        
         Holy-Land,
        
        As in suspense, whether to make
       
        A progress thither, or turn back
       
        To your old
        
         servitude,
        
        or worse:
       
        And, that will seem the safest course,
       
        Unless the
        
         Masters
        
        of your
        
         School
        
        Shall take the counsel of a
        
         Fool;
        
        And be directed and advised
       
        To act the thing they have despised.

        Which if they do; your foes shall be
       
        Your friends; and both be safe and free
       
        From what is feared; and, live together
       
        A mutual strength to one another;
       
        Whose
        
         factions,
        
        if they long endure,
       
        Will prove a
        
         plague,
        
        without a
        
         cure.

        But, mark (oh
        
         City!
        
        ) mark this well;
       
        (Thou, who dost all this
        
         Realm
        
        excel,
       
        In
        
         sin,
        
        and
        
         virtue)
        
        That, when thou
       
        Shalt see thy
        
         Trustees
        
        partial grow
       
        In doing
        
         Justice;
        
        with respect
       
        Of
        
         persons;
        
        and, with high neglect
       
        Of
        
         truth
        
        and
        
         judgment:
        
        Then, unless
       
        The
        
         mercy
        
        and the
        
         righteousness
        
        Which thou pretendest, shall increase
       
        To fortify thee in that
        
         peace
        
        Thou yet enjoy'st; and, teach thine eyes.
       
        To see, wherein thy
        
         safety
        
        lies:
       
        Thou, wilt but treasure up thy
        
         store,
        
        To make thee miserably poor;
       
        Grow, by a
        
         new-Militia
        
        strong,
       
        To ruin thine own strength, e're long;
       
        Draw, day by day,
        
         occasions
        
        hither,
       
        Of
        
         discords,
        
        and of
        
         plagues
        
        together;
       
        Till all the
        
         plagues,
        
        through
        
         Britain
        
        spread,
       
        In thee, be gathered to a head;
       
        And, break upon thee, in conclusion,
       
        To thy dishonor, and confusion.

        E're long the
        
         welfare,
        
        of this
        
         Land,
        
        Upon a ticklish point will stand;
       
        And, at that time, if you perceive
       
        The Body representative,
       
        Act by two Factions; and, admit
       
        Their Grandees, to invassall it
       
        To their
        
         designs;
        
        and captivate
       
        Their
        
         equals:
        
        you, shall after that
       
        Find little comfort, till you see
       
        Extracted a
        
         third Party
        
        be
       
        From out of those, to search into
       
        Their actions, and with courage do
       
        As they find cause: But, then, you shall
       
        Perceive a
        
         turn
        
        will joy you all.

        And to draw nearer to the
        
         But,
        
        At which, all these our shafts are shot,
       
        When, those two
        
         Diamonds
        
        of this
        
         Land,
        
        Which are the basis, whereon stand
       
        The
        
         public-welfare,
        
        polish shall
       
        Each other; and, quite rub off all
       
        The
        
         rotten pieces, rags,
        
        and
        
         flaws,
        
        Which disesteem upon them draws;
       
        And, perfect make, in everything,
       
        Our ancient threefold
        
         Gimell-ring,
        
        That's lately broke; Then, you shall see
       
        A
        
         change,
        
        that worth your praise will be:
       
        And, he that gives you stones to crack,
       
        (Which cause, perhaps, your hearts to ache)
       
        Will, when that blessed season comes,
       
        Give you a dish of
        
         sugar-plumbs.

        But, know, that while this Emperie
       
        Neglects her
        
         Triple-Trinity;
        
        To wit, three
        
         Realms,
        
        beneath one
        
         Throne;
        
        Within each
        
         Realm,
        
        three
        
         States in one.
        
        And, GODHEAD
        
         one,
        
        in
        
         Persons three,
        
        You shall not without troubles be:
       
        Or, possibly attain to that
       
        Which your well-willer aimeth at,
       
        Till, you shall, purely, God adore;
       
        And to the common use, restore
       
        At least th'
        
         Essentials
        
        of that power
       
        Which makes your
        
         Earthly-saving-Tower.
        
        Which much the
        
         stronger,
        
        might be made
       
        And
        
         fairer
        
        too, if you could add
       
        To strengthen and adorn the same,
       
        Some parts of the
        
         Venetian Frame.

        And, know; that, when a
        
         Declaration,
        
        As public, as a
        
         Proclamation,
        
        Shall offer to consideration,
       
        The many failings of this
        
         Nation;
        
        If, then, you seek not
        
         preservation,
        
        By
        
         prayer,
        
        and
        
         humiliation,
        
        And, by a serious
        
         Recantation;
        
        GOD, threatens sudden
        
         desolation.

        Now,
        
         much good doit you;
        
        And, yet, stay:
       
        Before I send you quite away,
       
        Take these blanched
        
         Almonds
        
        without
        
         shells,
        
        (Whereto are added nothing else
       
        But, some few
        
         kernells
        
        in there
        
         stones)
        
        For, though they seem but bitter ones,
       
        Yet, if you taste them, we believe
       
        They'l prove a good preservative.

        First, chaw on this; that, you in vain,
       
        Seek, here a blessed peace to gain,
       
        Till
        
         justice,
        
        and till
        
         mercy,
        
        more
       
        Advanced be, then heretofore;
       
        And, till you shall have more regard
       
        To
        
         punishment,
        
        and to
        
         reward.

        Next, know, as vainly yoy presume
       
        Informed, rightly, to become
       
        In things of
        
         faith,
        
        whilst you depart
       
        From what is written in the heart;
       
        And, act contrary to the
        
         natures,
        
        And
        
         Laws,
        
        of
        
         reasonable creatures:
        
        For, how shall they who cannot learn
       
        Things
        
         moral,
        
        things
        
         divine
        
        discern?

        Next, be informed; even you, who had
       
        The
        
         righteoust cause;
        
        that, you have made.
       
        Defaults enough, to let all see
       
        The best had need forgiven be:
       
        And, let that make your hearts inclined.
       
        To pardon all, in whom you find.
       
        That
        
         penitence
        
        which doth intend
       
        Crimes past, sincerely to amend:
       
        Yea, if ye mean, in peace, to live,
       
        Let all strive, who shall most forgive;
       
        That by so doing, all may move
       
        Each other, to a
        
         mutual-love;
        
        Which grace, they only are denied,
       
        Who could be true to neither side.

        And, lastly, let no more despights
       
        Unto your
        
         Fundamental-rights,
        
        And,
        
         Constitutions,
        
        now, be done:
       
        For, if the
        
         Ground-works,
        
        be overthrown,
       
        What, can the
        
         wise,
        
        or just man do?
       
        What to sustain it, add thereto?
       
        Or, what will council be, but wind,
       
        To them, whose ruin is designed?

        Some, little hope is left: And, yet,
       
        Lest no effect, our words beget,
       
        That, then, the
        
         times to come,
        
        may know
       
        A
        
         Messenger
        
        was sent to show
       
        What would befall this age, before
       
        It came to pass. This one
        
         pearl
        
        more,
       
        Is cast before you, (without fear
       
        Of such, as would in pieces tear)
       
        Observe it well, O
        
         Generation,
        
        Regardlesse of thy visitation.

        When, you have had hard
        
         work
        
        to do,
       
        And, added
        
         five,
        
        to
        
         forty two;
        
        You shall perceive a good
        
         Play
        
        spoiled,
       
        And, by unworthy
        
         Actors,
        
        foiled;
       
        The
        
         Scoenes
        
        transpos'd, the
        
         Acts
        
        confused;
       
        The
        
         Poet
        
        shamefully abused:
       
        The first intention of the
        
         Plot,
        
        By those
        
         confusions,
        
        quite forgot:
       
        Yea, them, to
        
         Tragic-Acts
        
        designed,
       
        Who entered with a
        
         Comick-mind;
        
        And, then, what now our eye fore-sees,
       
        (Like him, who saw men walk, like trees)
       
        Shall be discovered, by that light,
       
        Which, never doth deceive the sight.

        Then, they who mark it, shall perceive
       
        Your
        
         Politicians,
        
        will contrive
       
        Their own
        
         indemnity,
        
        whilst they
       
        Pretend for yours; that, so, they may
       
        Secure themselves, from answering that,
       
        Whereby, they have abused the
        
         State:
        
        And, then (unless you can prevent
       
        The fraudfulnesse of that intent)
       
        They, who did most their
        
         wealth
        
        increase,
       
        By cheating you, will buy their
        
         peace;
        
        And, sell your
        
         Freedomes,
        
        unto those,
       
        With whom, they do design to close.

        Then, will such
        
         Juggling-tricks
        
        be plaid,
       
        That,
        
         public-debts
        
        will nere be paid,
       
        As long, as either
        
         fool,
        
        or
        
         knave,
        
        Shall have the power to
        
         give,
        
        or
        
         crave;
        
        Or, they enjoy a
        
         Trustees place,
        
        Who have put on a
        
         Janus-face.

        Then, most men, plainly shall behold,
       
        What, few believed, though fore-told.
       
        The noblest
        
         parts,
        
        worst plaid shall be,
       
        Till, men their errors come to fee;
       
         Good-action,
        
        shall be much mistook;
       
         Ill-meanings,
        
        will be fairly spoke;
       
        Some, for ill-doing, shall have meeds;
       
        Some, shall have blame for lawful deeds.
       
        Some, personating double parts,
       
        With
        
         double tongues,
        
        and
        
         double hearts,
        
        Shall, from one side, to to'there run,
       
        Till they are scorned of everyone.
       
         Fools,
        
        Clownes, and very dunghill things,
       
        Shall act the parts, of
        
         Lord's,
        
        and
        
         Kings,
        
        Till, few
        
         know
        
        what to
        
         do
        
        or
        
         say;
        
        How to
        
         command,
        
        or to
        
         obey.

        Your
        
         Fountain
        
        shall be turned to
        
         puddle;
        
        Yea, all reduced to such a
        
         huddle;
        
        That, your
        
         Ill-willers
        
        will be glad;
       
        Your much abused
        
         Spectators
        
        mad;
       
        And, in their furiousness go near
       
        The
        
         Players
        
        rags, from them to tear;
       
        Or, pul the
        
         Stage,
        
        and
        
         Play-house
        
        down;
       
        Unless a
        
         med'cine,
        
        yet, unknown,
       
        Be soon applied: Or, on the
        
         Stage,
        
        (To stop the
        
         people's
        
        rising rage)
       
        Some
        
         quick-devise,
        
        and
        
         pleasing-strain,
        
        Be brought, to charm them down again.

        With which
        
         Catastrophe,
        
        we pray,
       
        The
        
         Tragedie,
        
        conclude you may,
       
        And, see the
        
         Scoenes,
        
        and
        
         Acts,
        
        to come,
       
        Less bloody, and less troublesome;
       
        For, if
        
         Conjectures
        
        fail him not,
       
        Who hath considered well the
        
         plot,
        
        (And, whose fore-warnings, none believes,
       
        Till 'tis too late), he plain perceives
       
        A
        
         Storm
        
        will in the
        
         South
        
        be bred
       
        Whilst you a
        
         Northern-Tempest
        
        dread,
       
        And conjur'd hither, by some
        
         Friends,
        
        Who, seem to have much better ends
       
        Then they pursue: And, then, unless
       
        JUDAH, and ISR'EL shall confess
       
        Their
        
         sins,
        
        and, reconcile, betimes;
       
         Manasseh
        
        pray, repent his crimes
       
        Unfainedly (as
        
         David
        
        did,
       
        When, from
        
         Jerusalem
        
        he fled)
       
        And, with full resolution, do
       
        What,
        
         prudence
        
        would advise him to:
       
        The
        
         Babylonians
        
        will conspire
       
        With
        
         Amaiek;
        
        your neighbor
        
         Tyre
        
        Shall (as a
        
         sly spectator)
        
        stand,
       
        To take advantage under-hand:
       
        And, by those means (when
        
         peace
        
        seems near)
       
        The
        
         troubles,
        
        which did first appear
       
        In
        
         thirty nine,
        
        prolong'd will be,
       
        Till
        
         fifty two,
        
        and
        
         fifty three.

        And, what
        
         new courses
        
        will be took,
       
        When those years wheel about,
        
         Go look:
        
        For, here, already, we fore-show
       
        More, then you can deserve to know;
       
        Till, you more lovingly shall deal
       
        With such, as labor, for your
        
         weal;
        
        And, their
        
         estates,
        
        and
        
         time,
        
        have spent,
       
        Your likely ruin to prevent.

         Ere, GOD, his wrath on
        
        Balaam
        
         wreaks,
        
         First, by his
        
        Ass
        
         to him he speaks;
        
         Then, shows him, in an
        
        Angels
        
         hand,
        
         A
        
        sword,
        
         his courses to withstand;
        
         But, seeing, still, he forward went,
        
         Quite through his heart, a sword he sent;
        
         And,
        
        GOD,
        
         will thus, if thus they do,
        
         Still deal with
        
        Kings,
        
         and
        
        Subjects,
        
         too:
        
         That, where his
        
        grace
        
         despised is grown,
        
         He, by his
        
        judgments,
        
         may be known.

Fiat Voluntas Dei.

GoD eXpeCreth oVr repentanCe, gIVing eXpresse WarnIngs InVItIng there Unto; haVe earLie respeCt therefore, Unto sVCh WarnIngs, and repent not sleIghtLIe yoVr offensIVe VanItIes.

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