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<HEAD>A POEM UPON THE Impri&s;onment of Mr. Calamy IN NEWGATE.</HEAD>
<BYLINE>By <HI>Robert Wild,</HI> D. D. Author of the late <HI>Iter Boreale.</HI></BYLINE>
<LG>
<L>THis Page I &s;end you Sir, your <HI>Newgate</HI> Fate</L>
<L>Not to condole, but to congratulate.</L>
<L>I envy not our Mitred men their Places,</L>
<L>Their rich Pre&s;erments, nor their richer <HI>Faces</HI>:</L>
<L>To &s;ee them Steeple upon Steeple &s;et,</L>
<L>As if they meant that way to Heaven get.</L>
<L>I can behold them take into their Gills</L>
<L>A do&s;e of Churches, as men &s;wallow Pills,</L>
<L>And never grieve at it: Let them &s;wim in Wine</L>
<L>While others drown in tears, I'le not repine;</L>
<L>But my heart truly grudges (I confe&s;s)</L>
<L>That you thus loaded are with happine&s;s;</L>
<L>For &s;o it is: And you more ble&s;&s;ed are</L>
<L>In <HI>Peters</HI> Chain, than if you fate in's Chair.</L>
<L>One Sermon hath preferr'd you to &s;uch Honour,</L>
<L>A man could &s;carce have had from Bi&s;hop <HI>Banner</HI>;</L>
<L>Whil&s;t we (your Brethren) poor Erraticks be,</L>
<L>You are a glorious fixed Star we &s;ee.</L>
<L>Hundreds of us turn out of Hou&s;e and Home,</L>
<L>To a &s;afe Habitation you are come.</L>
<L>What though it be a Goal? Shame and Di&s;grace</L>
<L>Ri&s;e only from the Crime, not from the Place.</L>
<L>Who thinks reproach or injurie is done.</L>
<L>By an Eclip&s;e to the un&s;potted <HI>Sun</HI>?</L>
<L>He only by that black upon his brow</L>
<L>Allures &s;pectators more; and &s;o do you.</L>
<L>Let me find Honey, though upon a Rod,</L>
<L>And prize the Pri&s;on, where the Keeper's <HI>God</HI>:</L>
<L><HI>Newgate</HI> or <HI>Hell</HI> were <HI>Heaven</HI> if Chri&s;t were there,</L>
<L>He made the Stable &s;o, and Sepulchre.</L>
<L>Indeed the place did for your pre&s;ence call;</L>
<L>Pri&s;ons do want per&s;uming mo&s;t of all.</L>
<L>Thanks to the Bi&s;hop and his good Lord Mayor,</L>
<L>Who turn'd the Den, of Thieves into a Hou&s;e of Prayer:</L>
<L>And may &s;ome Thief by you converted be,</L>
<L>Like him who &s;uffer'd in Chri&s;ts company.</L>
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<L>Now would I had fight of your Mittimus;</L>
<L>Fain would I know why you are dealt with thus.</L>
<L>Jaylor, &s;et forth your Pri&s;oner at the Bar,</L>
<L>Sir, you &s;hall here what your offences are.</L>
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<L>Fir&s;t, It is prov'd that you being dead in Law</L>
<L>(As if you car'd not for that death a &s;traw)</L>
<L>Did walk and haunt your Church, as if you'd &s;care</L>
<L>Away the Reader and his Common-Prayer.</L>
<L>Nay 'twill be prov'd you did not only walk,</L>
<L>But like a <HI>Puritan</HI> your <HI>Gho&s;t</HI> did talk.</L>
<L>Dead, and yet Preach! the&s;e <HI>Presbyterian</HI> &s;laves</L>
<L>Will not give over Preaching in their Graves.</L>
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<LG>
<L><HI>Item,</HI> You playd the Thief, and if't be &s;o,</L>
<L>Good rea&s;on (Sir) to <HI>Newgate</HI> you &s;hall go:</L>
<L>And now you're there, &s;ome dare to &s;wear you are</L>
<L>The greate&s;t Pick-pocket that ere came there:</L>
<L>Your Wife too, little better than your &s;elf you make,</L>
<L>She's the Receiver of each Pur&s;e you take.</L>
<L>But your great Theft, you act it in your Church,</L>
<L>(I do not mean you did your Sermon lurch,</L>
<L>That's crime <HI>Cononical</HI>) but you did pray</L>
<L>And preach, &s;o that you &s;tole mens hearts away.</L>
<L>So that good man to whom your place doth fall,</L>
<L>Will find they have no heart for him at all:</L>
<L>This Felony de&s;erv'd Impri&s;onment;</L>
<L>What can't you <HI>Nonconformi&s;ts</HI> be content</L>
<L>Sermons to make except you preach them too;</L>
<L>They that your places have, this Work can't do.</L>
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<L>Thirdly, 'tis prov'd, when you pray mo&s;t devout</L>
<L>For all good men, you leave the Bi&s;hops out:</L>
<L>This makes Seer <HI>Sheldon</HI> by his powerful &s;pel</L>
<L>Conjure and lay you &s;afe in <HI>Newgate</HI>-hell:</L>
<L>Would I were there too, I &s;hould like it well.</L>
<L>I would you dur&s;t &s;waft puni&s;hment with me;</L>
<L>Pain makes me fitter for the company</L>
<L>Of roaring Boyes; and you may lie a bed,</L>
<L>Now your Name's up; pray do it in my &s;tead,</L>
<L>And if it be deny'd us to change places,</L>
<L>Let us for &s;ympathy compare our ca&s;es;</L>
<L>For if in &s;uffering we both agree.</L>
<L>Sir, I may challenge you to pity me;</L>
<L>I am the older Goal-bird; my hard fate</L>
<L>Hath kept me twenty years in <HI>Cripple-gate</HI>;</L>
<L>Old <HI>Bi&s;hop Gout,</HI> that Lordly proud di&s;ea&s;e,</L>
<L>Took my fat body for his Dioce&s;s,</L>
<L>Where he keeps Court, there vi&s;its every L<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 span"></L>
<L>And makes them (<HI>Levite</HI>-like) conform to him,</L>
<L>Severely he doth Article each joint,</L>
<L>And makes inquiry into every point:</L>
<L>A bitter enemy to preaching; he</L>
<L>Hath half a year &s;ometimes &s;u&s;pended me:</L>
<L>And if he find me painful in my &s;tation,</L>
<L>Down I am &s;ure to go next Vi&s;itation:</L>
<L>He binds up, loo&s;eth; &s;ets up and pulls down;</L>
<L>Pretends he draws ill humours from the Crown:</L>
<L>But I am &s;ure he maketh &s;uch ado,</L>
<L>His humors trouble Head and members too:</L>
<L>He hath me now in hand, and ere he goes,</L>
<L>I fear for <HI>Hereticks</HI> he'le burn my toes.</L>
<L>O! I would give all I am worth, a fee,</L>
<L>That from his juri&s;diction I were free.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Now Sir, you find our &s;ufferings do agree,</L>
<L>One Bi&s;hop clapt up you, another me:</L>
<L>But oh! the difference too is very great,</L>
<L>You are allow'd to walk, to drink and eat,</L>
<L>I want them all, and never a penny get.</L>
<L>And though you be debar'd your liberty,</L>
<L>Yet all your Vi&s;itors I hope are free,</L>
<L>Good men, good women and good Angels come</L>
<L>And make your Pri&s;on better than your home.</L>
<L>Now may it be &s;o till your foes repent</L>
<L>They gave you &s;uch a rich Impri&s;onment.</L>
<L>May for the greater comfort of your lives,</L>
<L>Your lying in be better than your Wives.</L>
<L>May you a thou&s;and friendly papers &s;ee,</L>
<L>And none prove emptie, except this from me.</L>
<L>And if you &s;tay, may I come keep your door,</L>
<L>Then farewel Par&s;onage, I &s;hall ne're be poor.</L>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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