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<HEAD>LONDONS Warning-Leece,
BEING,
The Common-Prayers Complaint.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WHat &s;hall I doe; I am ca&s;t out of doore,</L>
<L>In Church, nor Chappell, I mu&s;t come no more:</L>
<L>For I am call'd plain Popery, by tho&s;e,</L>
<L>That by the Spirit, Prayers doe compo&s;e;</L>
<L>Such are the men your Round-heads dote upon,</L>
<L>That can make prayers, of an houre long:</L>
<L>That &s;igh, and &s;ob, with making many faces,</L>
<L>And the&s;e are men, preferr'd in good mens places.</L>
<L>Fy, fy, I am a&s;hamed to &s;ee the&s;e dayes,</L>
<L>Where none but &s;uch as by th'Spirit prayes,</L>
<L>Regarded are; for now adayes they cry,</L>
<L>Down all, that will not with the times comply.</L>
<L>So impudent they are, the Church they call</L>
<L>A den of Theeves, yea and th' hou&s;e of <HI>Ball:</HI></L>
<L>Th'had rather preach in Barnes, in Tubs, and Stables,</L>
<L>For there they can repeat their lyes and fables:</L>
<L>But Parliament look too't, or el&s;e wee'l come</L>
<L>'Gain&s;t them and you at dreadfull day of doome:</L>
<L>You cho&s;en were as Fathers of the land,</L>
<L>Thinking for King and Kingdom you would &s;tand,</L>
<L>Maintaining our Religion, as it &s;tood</L>
<L>In th'be&s;t Reformers time, that e're were good.</L>
<L>Stabli&s;h'd I was by Orthodox Devines,</L>
<L>But <HI>Pim,</HI> and th're&s;t to contrary inclines,</L>
<L>They think they're wi&s;er then our Fathers were,</L>
<L>And yet will coozen, lye, and cheat, and &s;weare:</L>
<L>But 'twas not &s;o in that Queenes dayes, who&s;e fame</L>
<L>To th'world is &s;pread, <HI>Elizabeth</HI> by name:</L>
<L>There never was &s;uch Schi&s;ms, &s;uch &s;ects as now,</L>
<L>Preaching in tubs, <HI>Green, Spencer, Hunt</HI> and <HI>How.</HI></L>
<L>No, not &s;o much as one man dur&s;t be &s;een</L>
<L>To contradict the &s;ayings of the Queen:</L>
<L>Much le&s;&s;e to take up Armes, for to Rebell,</L>
<L>And Parliament to count this doing well;</L>
<L>No marvell 'tis that 'gain&s;t me they doe ri&s;e,</L>
<L>When as they doe our Gratious King de&s;pi&s;e:</L>
<L>Yea, ba&s;e Mecannicks, that doe preach in tubs,</L>
<L>Did come to th'Court with &s;words, and &s;taves, &amp; clubs,</L>
<L>And did annoy CHARLES, our mo&s;t gracious King,</L>
<L>Day after day they came (but did not bring</L>
<L>Petitions in their hands) for to implore,</L>
<L>But Brazen fac'd they came to <HI>White-hall</HI> doore;</L>
<L>At which affront our King &s;eem'd di&s;content,</L>
<L>And thought not little that his Parliament</L>
<L>Should &s;light him &s;o, as not to take a cour&s;e</L>
<L>With ba&s;e Mechanicks as did &s;weare, nay wor&s;e,</L>
<L>Yea, &s;peak high Trea&s;on 'gain&s;t our royall King,</L>
<L>Which he did hear, yet 'twas counted nothing:</L>
<L>His Maje&s;tie &s;eeing him&s;elf &s;o &s;lighted,</L>
<L>Abus'd by ba&s;e Mechanicks, and not righted,</L>
<L>White-hall he left, to Hampton Court he went,</L>
<L>Being fill'd with &s;orrow, grief and di&s;content,</L>
<L>To think that having reign'd &s;o long in peace,</L>
<L>This happy Peace &s;hould now begin to cea&s;e,</L>
<L>And Civill Warre among&s;t our &s;elves begin:</L>
<L>O what an age is this we now live in,</L>
<L>That Subjects now again&s;t their Prince mu&s;t warre,</L>
<L>Yea, and them&s;elves at fir&s;t begin to jarre:</L>
<L>For they began an Army for to rai&s;e,</L>
<L>Five members 'twas, bee't &s;poken to their prai&s;e.</L>
<L><HI>Pim,</HI> he began to &s;et it fir&s;t on foot,</L>
<L>And <HI>Stroud,</HI> and <HI>Hampden</HI> both apploy'd them toot,</L>
<L>An Army mu&s;t be rais'd, or wee're undon,</L>
<L>The land with Popery will &s;oon be o're run,</L>
<L>Come &s;ayes <HI>Kimbolton,</HI> let's not make delay,</L>
<L>Let's rai&s;e Ten Thou&s;and men, and &s;end away,</L>
<L>Brave <HI>E&s;&s;ex</HI> wee will make our Generall,</L>
<L>And to the Souldiers wee'l be liberall,</L>
<L>Scarfs&punc; Swords, and money then they had great &s;tore,</L>
<L>Great heaps of money, and of Plate, nay more</L>
<L>Then for the pre&s;ent they could well di&s;po&s;e,</L>
<L>But what's become of all that now, God knowes,</L>
<L>The Army being rais'd, away they bent,</L>
<L>To meet our Soveraigne with full intent,</L>
<L>To kill and &s;lay all tho&s;e that took his part,</L>
<L>But yet you &s;ee it was beyond their art;</L>
<L>For I am &s;ure they have been often bang'd,</L>
<L>And in the end I think they will be hang'd.</L>
<L>What! take up arms again&s;t your gracious King!</L>
<L>This is a horrid and a Heatheni&s;h thing.</L>
<L>Stay, cry you mercy: CHARLES is no longer King,</L>
<L>King <HI>Pim</HI> it is, the Round-heads would have him:</L>
<L>Their Zeal is &s;et all on a burning fire,</L>
<L>That none a happy Union doth de&s;ire:</L>
<L>See how the rage of this great factious crew,</L>
<L>Are bent 'gain&s;t kingdoms three, all to undoe,</L>
<L>Such plunderings, and &s;uch pillaging, nay &s;tay,</L>
<L>Is theeving, though Malignant carry 't away:</L>
<L>One robs another, for to make him&s;elfe,</L>
<L>And hoards in baggs and trunks this cur&s;ed pelfe.</L>
<L>Well Londoners, Let no more money goe,</L>
<L>Be now a friend to CHARLES, and not a foe,</L>
<L>Fore&s;ee how he doth pro&s;per in his way,</L>
<L>Scar&s;e once in twice that you have got the day;</L>
<L>Brave <HI>Bri&s;tolls</HI> taken, <HI>Gloce&s;ter</HI> now is &s;haking,</L>
<L><HI>Ga<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="under-inked" EXTENT="1 letter">sbrough</HI> for&s;aken, <HI>Exceter</HI> is quaking:</L>
<L>Wee'l now &s;ubmit, and joyn at la&s;t for peace,</L>
<L>That this unhappy Civill Warre may cea&s;e:</L>
<L>Then CHARLES too's Crown may be receiv'd with joy,</L>
<L>So wee'l triumph, and &s;ing, <HI>Vive la roy.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L><HI>O Yes, O yes, O yes.</HI></L>
<L>If any man have found Law in a Dcclaration,</L>
<L>That &s;trayed from <HI>We&s;tmin&s;ter</HI> after a &s;trange fa&s;hion,</L>
<L>Since the Fifteenth of November 'twas not &s;een
in this Nation:</L>
<L>Let him bring news unto <HI>Pim,</HI> he &s;hall have thanks in a
Narration.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>O Yes, O yes, O yes.</HI></L>
<L>If any man hath found Sir <HI>Iohn Hotham,</HI> or &s;hall,</L>
<L>Who hath lo&s;t him&s;elf in the keeping of <HI>Hull,</HI></L>
<L>And now &s;trayed away, by an Order that's Null,</L>
<L>If the Parliament will not have him, his Maje&s;tie will.</L>
<L><HI>God &s;ave the King.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>O yes. O yes, O yes,</HI></L>
<L>If any man hath lo&s;t any money or plate,</L>
<L>There was a great deale took up at <HI>Gulid-Hall</HI> of late;</L>
<L>Let them &s;hew the marks on't, now it's melted, abate</L>
<L>Onely the keeping, and by Publick Faith ye &s;hall ha'te.</L>
<L><HI>God &s;ave the King, let's all &s;ing.</HI></L>
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<HEAD>LONDONS SACRIFICE,</HEAD>
<L>VVIll nothing &s;erve? will nothing el&s;e &s;uffice</L>
<L>For <HI>Englands Peace?</HI> No other Sacrifice?</L>
<L><HI>I&s;aack's</HI> demanded: <HI>I&s;aack</HI> is deni'de,</L>
<L>Our Righteous <HI>Abra'ms</HI> they will not confide:</L>
<L>Though prompted by their own Indeavor came,</L>
<L>To re&s;cue Zealous <HI>I&s;aack</HI> with a Ramme,</L>
<L>If neither <HI>I&s;aack</HI> nor the Ram can doe,</L>
<L>The Devill take both, Ram&punc; and <HI>I&s;aack</HI> too.</L>
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<P><HI>YORKE,</HI> Printed by STEPHEN BUCKLEY. 1643.</P>
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